Bridal Cum Showers
(M+/F+, inc, oral, anal)
by Kysa Braswell
The tall, muscular boy got out of the car and stood in the light from the open door. The girl leaned heavily against the opposite door and watched him slowly unzip, ceremoniously take out his cock, and start to piss. She saw the stream arch into the darkness and heard it splash in the dirt. She didn't know why but the sight always excited her. The boy finished and gave his prick several healthy shakes and climbed back into the car, leaving the door standing open. He looked at the girl huddled in the seat and palmed himself. His prick looked white and delicate against his big hand.
"Tonight, Hannah?" he asked, "You said we would do it tonight."
"I said, maybe," Hannah answered softly.
"Come on, honey, you promised." He looked at her longingly. "I have a strange feeling that if we don't do it tonight, we never will."
Hannah felt a pang of fear at his subtle threat. "Play with it a little and get it hard while I think," she said.
With growing excitement, she watched his cock swell in his slowly moving hand. Many times before she had watched him masturbate, but tonight, it somehow seemed different. For many months she had implied, without actually saying so, that when he graduated, she would give him a present that he would never forget. Less than an hour ago, he had become a high school graduate. Hannah Sizemore and Mark Drucker had been going steady since she was a sophomore and Mark a junior. Their love play had progressed from necking to groping each other through their clothes until one night Mark got a little tight and showed his prick to her. She was both shocked and excited. After this, he always exposed himself to her on their dates, and finally jacked off in front of her. Her eyes had widened with amazement when the cum had spurted from the end of his cock. It became ritual for him to stand where she could watch while he pissed, and then get back in the car and jerk off.
For a long time Hannah wouldn't reciprocate. She let him feel her up through her clothing, and would lay her hand on his hardon when it was inside his pants, but was afraid to go any further. Then one night when she was particularly passionate, she let him take her hand and put it around his bare prick. She grew very excited and was soon moving her hand up and down, continuing until he poured out over her shaking hand. Things picked up after that, and on their next date she let him feel inside her panties. She guided his fingers with her hand and it felt so much better than when she played with herself that she let him continue until she climaxed. From then on, she would remove her panties, and as he moved his hand under her skirt, she would reach over and grasp his cock. The mutual orgasms were fantastic.
Still, Hannah had refused to let him fuck her, or even to look at her pussy. She let him open her blouse and remove her bra and gaze at and even kiss her titties, but below the waist was feel only. Hannah had intended to let him raise her skirt and remove her panties himself and gaze to his heart's content at her pussy; that was the present she had hinted at, but now she was afraid that it wouldn't stop there. Immediately after graduation they had driven to their secret hiding place and started drinking beer. Hannah wasn't used to so much beer and she got drunk quickly. She stared longingly at Mark's prick, now standing tall and hard in his hand. She felt giddy and lightheaded, her panties were wet. She knew what she wanted and fought against it.
"Do you want me to hold it?" she said, reaching towards him.
"I want you to kiss it." he said.
"You know I won't do that... ever. Not even when I'm drunk."
"You're not drunk."
"I am a little, but I won't do that."
Mark went into an immediate sulk, slouching down in the seat, his hand leaving his cock. "Shit." he said.
Hannah felt a panic in her breast. She could see their beautiful evening going down the drain. "Would you like to take off my panties?"
Mark straightened up a little. "You mean me take them off?"
"Yes." she said, "and my skirt, too."
"Boy, would I."
Hannah stretched her legs out towards him and let her head fall back against the seat. "Then do it." she said softly. "Take all my clothes off if you want."
Mark's fingers trembled as he fumbled at the catch on her skirt; he was all thumbs, but he got it undone. She raised up and let him push it over her thighs and down to the floor. Her pussy bulged under her tiny panties, wisps of brown hair curling out around the edges.
She opened her legs wide for him.
"Take them off, Mark, and get a good look at my cunt-you've wanted to for a long time."
She raised up again and let him pull them down her legs. When they were off, she settled back onto the seat and opened her thighs. "Do you like me?" she said.
"Oh, God, honey, you're beautiful!" he gasped.
It didn't embarrass her like she thought it would; it thrilled her. She liked having him look at her, and while he struggled with the buttons on her blouse, she took his cock in her hand. When she was completely naked, he started kissing her. First on the mouth, then her neck and down over her tits. She had large breasts for a seventeen year old, and the nipples grew hard under his mouth. When both nipples were standing at rigid attention, he moved his lips to the undersides of her tits, and after a short stay, slipped wetly down her belly to her deep navel.
Hannah was moaning softly, her desire growing heavy in her belly. "Oh, Mark, you're making me so hot!" she cried.
He resumed his course downward until he was at the fringe of her soft pubic curls. She twisted and jerked at the feel of his warm breath so close to her cunt. He moved into the hair and his tongue snaked out, probing warily at the puffy beginning of her cuntlips.
"No, Mark, no... you mustn't." she moaned. Still, her legs opened and her hands dropped softly to the back of his neck, gently urging his face deeper into her crotch. "Stop honey, stop before it's too late."
It was too late. His mouth was over her cunt and his tongue dipped into the sweltering hole. She grunted like a bitch in heat, hunching her crotch roughly against his face. His tongue found her clit and laved it.
"Lick it, lick it!" she screamed. "It's good, honey, it's so damn good... don't stop!" She jerked her head from side to side and rolled her hips in an effort to increase the stimulation. "I'm going to cum... darlingggg!"
She fell limp after the orgasm subsided, one hand still stroking the back of his head. "Oh, honey, I love you for that." she said. She knew she couldn't refuse him now, and besides, what she had just had seemed like only a taste of better things to come, and she wanted more. "Do you have a blanket in the car?" she asked softly.
"Yes." he said, raising his face from her moist cunt.
"Take your clothes off first, and-and I'll let you fuck me." She blushed in spite of her lust and opened the door and got out.
It was a warm spring night, brightly moonlit with not a breath of stirring air. She stood and watched him frantically tearing off his clothes, and then reach over the seat to retrieve the blanket in the back. She felt a familiar urge and moved out a few feet and squatted. When she finished and looked up, Mark had the blanket spread and was sitting watching her.
"That's a beautiful sight." he said, "sitting there with a hardon watching a girl take a piss."
"I'll bet." she retorted, her skin still wanting to blush."Come over here and lay down. I want you, baby."
"I want you, too." Hannah said. She lay down on the blanket on her back and opened her legs wide. "Do you really want to fuck me, Mark?"
"Oh, God, do I ever!" he snorted, rolling over on top of her.
She pulled him down onto her, the insides of her thighs snuggling softly against his hip. "Be gentle, honey. I'm a virgin."
Mark jabbed awkwardly at the wet slit between her legs and cursed softly. "I can't get it in." he said.
"Oh, you boys are so helpless." she sighed, her hand sliding down between their bodies. She grasped his cock and guided the throbbing gristle into her cunt. The head went in easily and then stopped. "Unghhh!" she cried, "easy, honey, easy." The virginal membrane was a thin one and broke easily. She let out a sharp little cry of pain and felt him sliding smoothly into her pussy. It was done; she was no longer a virgin. She was being fucked - only seventeen and being fucked.
The discomfort passed quickly and she pulled him closer, his cock sliding in deeper. It felt better than anything she had imagined, and she wondered why she had held him off so long. When he was completely imbedded, she wanted more, but there wasn't more.
"Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch!" she cried lustily, "fuck me hard!"
He fucked her ruthlessly, knowing he could only last minutes, anyway. The minutes went all too quickly and he felt himself emptying gobs of cum inside her. He had a lot stored up, and he gave her all of it, milking himself sensuously against the slick-tight walls of her grasping pussy.
Hannah knew that girls weren't supposed to cum their first time out, but she came anyway, grunting and groaning and jerking. She was glad she wasn't a compulsive masturbator like some of her girl friends, because it made fucking so much better. She was glad, too, that she had held him off until tonight, because everything had its right moment, and this just had to be the exact right moment for her to lose her cherry. The subsiding ecstasy in her belly told her that.
Mark finally let his cock fall free and rolled off her onto her back. "Jesus, that was good." he said.
"Yes, I loved it." Hannah said.
"You shouldn't have held out so long, honey. We could have been fucking all this time."
"I enjoyed it enough tonight to make up for all the times we didn't." she said. She sat up and drew her knees to her chest, hugging her legs. "Why don't you get us a cigarette."
Mark grumbled good-naturedly and went to the car. He returned with two lighted cigarettes. Hannah took one and sat puffing contentedly.
"My folks aren't expecting me home early tonight, do you think we could do it again?" she said.
"You really liked it, didn't you, baby?"
"Yes, I really liked it." She rolled over against him and took his cock in her hand. "You're all sticky." she said.
"I'm all sticky from you." Mark grinned.
"And you'll be even stickier before I finish with you, mister." she said with a giggle, her hand pumping at his flaccid prick.
They drank the rest of the beer and smoked another cigarette before Mark decided that he could do it again. He stood on the edge of the blanket and took a much needed piss. Hannah came up and slipped her arms around him and held his cock while his piss arched out into the darkness. When he finished, she pressed her pussy against his back and caressed his cock until he was hard.
"I want that hard cock in my cunt." she said.
They fell back onto the blanket and he moved between her open legs, getting inside her without any help. His hard cock sailed easily into her depths. She was a little sore at first, but the deep, gut feeling of a cock in her cunt soon made her forget any pain. She moaned and undulated with his eager thrusts.
"Take it easy, honey." she said, "make it last the rest of the night." Her legs went up around his back. " Oooooh, that's good... don't stop ... do it, do it... fuck me, baby, fuck me and make me squeal. I love it, I love it!"
Mark lasted longer this time, and they were both covered with sweat when he began to cum. Hannah had already made it and lay grunting and panting when his cum started squirting. She came again when she felt his cum filling her and somehow knew that her desires would not be easy to fulfill. Her pussy was beginning to sting, and yet she didn't want him to stop.
"I'm a wanton." she moaned unintelligibly, "and I'll never get enough. Fuck me, Mark, and never stop!"
But he did stop. He stopped and pulled out. "God, Hannah, I'm all fucked out." he groaned, falling limply onto the blanket beside her.
Hannah lay back and let the tingly feeling seep out through her pores. She knew her mother would scream and rant and rave if she ever found out and probably get hysterical, but she had liked it, more than liked it, and knew that she could no longer control herself now that she had screwed. They would fuck again, and she knew it. But so what, she thought, we're in love, we'll be getting married in a year or so.
But they didn't get married in a year or so. Mark went to college in the fall and when he returned for Christmas vacation it was over. Hannah didn't know it but Mark did. She had remained faithful, a high school girl in love with her first boy friend, while Mark had moved on. He had outgrown her.
Hannah was heartbroken. She nursed her heartbreak with a vengeance, avoiding dates with boys like the plague. Her senior year in high school was a misery. She didn't date and she didn't get fucked. She wanted very much to get fucked, but it took a boy to fuck her, and she hated boys. Mark had taken her cherry and spent three idyllic months fucking her almost nightly. She wished now she hadn't taken the pill and had gotten pregnant; he'd have had to marry her then.
She never admitted that during that wonderful summer she had looked at other boys and wondered what their cocks looked like and how they would feel rammed inside her tight, cock-loving cunt. No, that was a memory erased by the thought of how Mark had stolen her virginity and then cheated her, dumped her on the ash heap of love after he had gotten what he wanted. Of course what he had wanted was also what she had wanted. She dreamed all day of when it would get dark and she could engulf his cock, suck it up into her cunt and devour it with greed and lust. Of course, she conveniently forgot all this when the rotten bastard jilted her.
Her mother worried but her father was relieved when she wouldn't go out. He knew what young men were after, and his daughter was a beautiful, over-developed girl. Even he could see that, and if she didn't go out with boys, it stood to reason that they couldn't get in her pants. Her mother was sure she would be an old maid, a miserable old maid.
And then during the summer vacation after she graduated, while trying to decide on a college, she met Brian. He was just right for her: ten years her senior, a, solid citizen, already established, and ready to settle down. Her parents were delighted.
And when she married, she never admitted she was still on the rebound.
Hannah Sizemore was the talk of the town. Though not from a poor family, she was definitely not of the social register, and to land Brian Breedan was a fantastic stroke of luck. Brian, at twenty-nine, was a junior partner in his father's prestigious law firm. They were wealthy upper crust people, not usually given to mingling with common folk, yet Hannah's marriage to this man of substance was now less than two weeks away.
Hannah steered her car into half a parking space in front of Janice's house. Janice was her best friend and Hannah knew that when the girl called and asked her to drop by her house, that it was for a surprise bridal shower. On the way to the door, she practiced her best actress's face, knowing there was no way she could feign surprise.
The surprise that Hannah was so sure she could never carry off was there, nonetheless, written all over her beautiful young face. It came from the sight of her future sister-in-law, because her presence at a gathering of the common people was a shock, but her condition was an even greater shock. No one in their right mind would ever expect to see Natalie Breedan Lewis in this condition. She was pregnant. God, was she pregnant; she looked like she had a basketball under her dress. The last time Hannah had seen Natalie was almost six months ago, the night she had been invited to Brian's parents' house to break the news of their engagement. She had looked so tall and slim and athletic that night, and now she looked so... so like she had swallowed a balloon. She was still beautiful, though, probably even more so, Hannah grudgingly admitted.
Natalie Breedan Lewis - she had insisted on retaining the Breedan - was two years younger than her brother, and very protective of him. She was a beautiful woman; tall, brunette, and very athletic-looking. And she was very athletic, an excellent tennis player, horserider, scratch golfer. Also rich. She had married Cedric Lewis when she was twenty, a man twelve years older, also a lawyer and descendant of a wealthy legal family. He was a big man, not handsome, but quite sensual-looking. Hannah had been around Natalie only half a dozen times, and wasn't yet sure how to take the woman. She was sure that Natalie didn't like her. She had met Cedric only once, at the family dinner, and was sure that he did like her. He had literally devoured her with his eyes. Hannah suspected that he was a lewd man.
"It's a pleasant surprise to see you, Natalie." Hannah said, almost sputtering. "I didn't know."
"That I was pregnant." Natalie finished for her. "Well, it's rather obvious that I'm knocked-up higher than a kite." she added crudely.
Hannah almost shivered from the cold waves. Natalie was as rude and aloof as always. Hannah decided she didn't like her. Being an expectant mother hadn't warmed her up a bit. She wondered why they had waited seven years.
The shower lasted almost two hours with Hannah receiving the usual booty of a bride-to-be. They were all Hannah's friends with the exception of Natalie, who spent the evening sitting in an easy chair chain-smoking and drinking Janice's father's Scotch. She was obviously bored.
"I was sure surprised to see Natalie here. How did you happen to invite her?" Hannah whispered to Janice.
"Since she is Brian's only sister, I thought it the proper thing to do." Janice said with a shrug.
"I'll bet you were surprised when she accepted."
"Was I ever. If I'd have thought for a minute she'd come, I wouldn't have invited her."
Just before the party ended, Janice poured small brandy glasses full of whiskey and all but Natalie toasted the bride. As Hannah was about to leave, Natalie called her aside.
"Daddy is having a little pre-wedding party and asked me to tell you to drop by. It will just be some of 'Our' friends. You don't have to come if you're tired."
"I'm not tired. I'd love to come." Hannah said.
Hannah could see the anguish on Natalie's face. "Do you have a way." she said coolly.
"Yes, I have my car. Do you need a lift?"
"No. Someone is picking me up."
"Your husband? It's been ages since I saw him."
"No, a friend. Cedric is working tonight." she said.
The doorbell rang and Hannah saw a tall, very handsome young man step inside. He looked to be twenty-four or twenty-five.
"It's my ride." Natalie said, and went to the door and took the man's arm.
Janice's eyebrows went up as she looked at Hannah. "I'll bet he's younger than she is." she whispered to her friend.
"No doubt." Hannah said, stifling a giggle. "Look how she walks. Graceful Natalie waddling like a duck." Both girls laughed. "I have to get, Janice. I'll see you tomorrow and gather up the loot. And thanks for the swell party."
As Hannah started to open her car door, she noticed the couple two cars up the street. It was Natalie and her "ride" and they were kissing. She could see them plainly in the pale moonlight; the man had his hands around her ass, and he was pulling her bulging tummy tightly to him. Hannah covered her mouth to keep from making any sound. She saw them get into the car and kiss again. The man hadn't pulled the door completely shut and the dome light bathed them for all to see. They necked for several minutes and then drove off.
Hannah got into her car, shaking with excitement. "The slut, the shameless slut." Hannah said, yet the thought of a married woman, and pregnant at that, making love with a man other than her husband excited her terribly. She wondered how far Natalie would go with the man, not imagining for a minute that it would go beyond a few innocent kisses. "Surely she wouldn't let him fuck her, not in that condition." she said to her car. The goose bumps rose up on the insides of her thighs. It had been a long time since she'd had goose bumps on the insides of her thighs; Brian didn't believe in any pre-marital foolishness. Good breeding ruled such nonsense out.
She was still tingling when she pulled into the long circular drive leading to the Breedan mansion, and it was indeed a mansion. The butler met her at the door and led her down a long hall to a three-steps-down, low-slung game room. It was a paneled room, complete with billiard table, trophies on the wall, and a fireplace with logs ablazing. Claude Breedan, Brian's father, saw her at the door and jumped up and came over and took her hand.
"Hannah, darling!" he exclaimed, "I've been waiting for you. Come in and I'll introduce you around."
Claude Breedan was not a large man, yet exuded the impression of towering strength. At sixty-four he was energetic and had a full head of hair, all of it white. In his part of the state, he was a power to be reckoned with in business and politics, both church and state.
"Where is Brian?" Hannah asked demurely.
Claude slipped his arm around her slim waist. "He's working. We have a brief that must be ready in the morning, and he is low man on the totem pole." He held her tighter and flicked a quick wink. "He'll be along later, but let's sit on the divan. I'll get you a highball."
Hannah could tell that her future father-in-law had been at the highballs himself, and she was surprised. He was an active elder in the city's largest church, and had always acted so pious in the past, yet here he was almost drunk.
Four other couples were there and she was dutifully introduced to each and every one of the rich snobs. She wanted Brian there and wanted to pout, but her boozed-up host wouldn't allow it. He plied her with drinks until she felt giddy and no longer out of place. By midnight, everyone was drunk, and she no longer noticed when the old man hugged her tight after a ribald story or kissed her on the cheek or patted her gently on her leg.
"I just realized, that Natalie isn't here." Hannah said to the old man. "Where in the world can she be? She left the shower ahead of me."
"She called and said she would be detained. She'll be along presently." Claude said.
"I'll bet she was detained, and how." Hannah said, and broke into a series of foolish giggles.
"You're getting silly, my dear." he said, and kissed her, this time full on the lips.
Hannah stopped giggling and sat up straight. It unnerved her for the old man to kiss her like that. She didn't know whether to scream or kiss him back. She did neither.
He jumped gingerly to his feet and took her hand. "Come with me, Hannah. I have something to show you."
He guided her down the long hall, his arm once again around her waist, his nervous hand resting just below her breast. They passed through a heavy, carved doorway into what appeared to be a plush office.
"This is my office away from the office." he said, pushing the door closed behind them. "This is where I make all my money. I don't show everyone this room. See that lion's head over there? I shot him myself." Actually his guide had shot the lion while he was sleeping off a bender in his tent, but it made a good story.
"My, you must be very brave." Hannah exclaimed.
"Yes, very brave." he said, and sat down in a huge stuffed chair. "Very brave, indeed." He still held Hannah by the hand and pulled her down onto his lap, then kissed her on the mouth. She wanted to protest, but his tongue was in her mouth.
Hannah knew the old man was way out of line, but was afraid to make waves; he was a powerful influence in Brian's life and she feared repercussions either way she went. She felt nothing when he kissed her, and decided to let him have his way. Besides, he was drunk and couldn't be completely responsible. She was drunk, too, and kissed him back.
"You'll make an excellent addition to this stuffy old clan. Put a little youth and class in the old place. You're a mighty beautiful young girl, Hannah." Claude said.
She was sorely touched by his compliment, and said nothing when she felt his hand slide to mid-thigh under her skirt. Her head was spinning from all the booze and she felt excited, a feeling she knew she had to fight.
His hand stopped a few inches from her crotch, and when she made no effort to push his hand away, he moved on up to the edge of her panties. He was glad she wasn't wearing panty hose; warm, soft flesh was so much nicer, especially when it was so young and tender.
Hannah trembled as his fingers neared her cunt and she involuntarily opened her thighs.
His hand moved to her crotch and he gently cupped her cunt, watching her face all the while. The light was dim, but he could see that she looked pale and was biting at her lower lip, yet she made no effort to get away. He kissed her again then, and was amazed at the frenzy of her mouth. She grunted into his mouth and hunched against his palm. Claude was surprised at the ease of the whole thing. She had seemed so shy and prim when she was with Brian. But it was obvious now - get a few drinks in her and turn her on and she was a push over, an easy lay. Yes indeed, a quick fuck for an old man who lusted for tight young cunts. His son's young wife would add much to his reclining years.
He took his hand from her cunt and with both hands grasped the bottom of her sweater. She instinctively raised both her arms to let him pull the fuzzy garment up and over her head. She looked maddeningly-erotic with her blonde hair rumpled and her bulging tits trying to squeeze out of a tiny bra that did little more than cover her nipples. He jerked the loops off her shoulders and pulled the bra down to her waist without unhooking it.
"Lovely, lovely." he gasped and dropped his face into the hills of soft flesh. Her nipples rose large and hard inside his mouth, first one and then the other.
While he suckled on her tits, his hand opened the side of her skirt. "Stand up." he said, raising his face from her tits.
Without a word she got to her feet, and he quickly pulled her skirt down her legs. Her panties were nothing more than a silken strand around her hips holding up a tiny patch of sheer nylon that barely covered her pouty cuntlips. The hair was abundant, especially so for a blonde, and stuck out in profusion around the edges. The filmy garment plainly revealed that her bush was darker than the locks on her head, but grew blonder as it crept up her belly in a thinning line toward her navel. He gasped at her loveliness and reached out, one hand gripping her ass, the other sliding between her legs. She stood motionless while he caressed the nylon tightly into her groove. He quickly tired of this and yanked the panties down her thighs. She let them fall to her feet and stepped free. Hannah felt a thrill as the old man's eyes devoured her naked body. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed it when Mark had looked at her, and revelled in the excitement now. She was drunk and excited and knew her resistance was only a blur somewhere in her subconscious. Her hands went to her hips and her legs opened in a brazen display of exhibitionism. She hoped he would come out of his chair and bury his face in her cunt because she remembered now how much she had loved it when Mark went down on her. Instead, the old man opened his fly and took out his cock. It was Hannah's turn to gasp - his cock was huge, completely out of proportion for a small man, and it was rock-hard, the thick foreskin already rolled a third of the way off the angry red g1ans. The hole in the end gaped open and a clear ooze stood in a heavy bubble and then broke and slid down the groove on the underside.
"Straddle me." he said, "and take it in your hand."
She stepped up to the chair and put a knee on each side of his hips, raising herself to hover over his huge cock. Her tiny hand reached down and grasped it.
"Guide it to your hole." She lowered a little, nuzzling the slick prick into her thick, wet cuntlips. "Jesus Christ, ease down and let your cunt skin it back." he groaned.
His cock was much larger than Mark's had been, and she was afraid it would hurt, yet she did as he said. She was thrilled by its throbbing hardness, and sobbed with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the fat knob spread her open. The tip went into her cunt, and as her weight forced the massive cock into her pussy, she felt the lips of her cunt slowly peeling back the thick foreskin.
"Oh!" she cried out, not sure she could take it all. But still it went deeper until she felt his trousers with the fleshy part of her rump. It was in to the hilt. Still she hunched against him until she felt the cold zipper cut into her soft cuntlips. She grunted like a bitch in heat, her arms around his neck, and found his mouth, her hips rutting against him in an effort to get more. "It's good, it's good!" she moaned, "Don't cum for a long, long time."
He felt the youthful tightness of her pussy and knew he couldn't last as long as she wanted - he knew he couldn't last at all when he felt the tightening in his groin. He prided himself in his lasting power, yet here he was, about to shoot off like a simple teen-ager. He wanted to tell her to stop all motion, but it felt too damn good. The cum rallied in his balls and a gusher of cum spurted into her belly. He grunted and hunched wildly.
"Ooooh, you came too soon... I felt it." she cried.
"Just shut up and keep humping." he said.
If she kept him hard, kept fucking, the sick feeling in his belly would pass and he could make it again, he knew, he had done it before. She bounced against him; he stayed hard.
"Get off and lay down on the floor." he said.
She reluctantly pulled herself off and quickly spread out on the carpet. The old man stood and pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees got between her legs. His hard cock went into her easily.
She moaned and flailed about beneath him. "I'm cumming... it's so good... I'm cumming! Fuck me you old bastard, fuck me!"
The old bastard pushed all the way in and fucked her. Her orgasm subsided and her legs went up around his back, her hips rotating slowly as his shaft plunged hungrily in and out.
"Where is Brian's mother?" Hannah asked, knowing the moment she said it, that it was stupid.
"She's at her sister's. I didn't want her here tonight."
"You planned this, didn't you? You had Natalie ask me over here tonight so you could fuck me."
They fucked slowly, easily, both enjoying the mounting excitement. "Yes." he said, "just so I could fuck you. You're a good fuck, Hannah. Have many men had you?"
"Only one." she said.
"Was it Brian?"
His questions embarrassed her, still she hunched to his thrusts and grunted with pleasure, marveling at the delicious feeling his cock gave her. "No, it wasn't Brian. He doesn't believe in pre-marital sex." she said.
"He's a fool. I believe in pre-marital sex, especially between you and me. And I believe in post-marital sex between you and me."
"I do too... now." Hannah said. She wished he would shut up and just fuck.
He liked talking with her while they fucked; it made it last longer, and added to the excitement. "You didn't want me to fuck you, did you?"
"Not before you did it... now I'm glad. I'm getting close again, speed up... I'm almost there, honey... make me cum hard."
She felt the fantastic thrill of another orgasm and wondered how she had held out so long, and more important, why? So Mark had jilted her - in a manner of speaking - he didn't have the only prick in the world. She was feeling one now, and it felt good, so very good.
"Oh, goddamn! I'm cumming again!" she screamed, and came for the third time.
Claude Breedan felt the exquisite cunt muscles of his future daughter-in-law tighten around his cock and spurted his cum into her belly again. The Breedan seed, he thought with satisfaction, as his balls emptied.
They got up from the floor and moved to the huge leather couch and she sat on his lap and held his limp prick tightly between her soft thighs while they necked. Hannah finally slid off his lap and took his sagging cock into her hand. It felt soft and squishy and was still sticky from her cunt. It excited her to squeeze his flabby prick in her fist.
"Will you fuck me again?" she asked.
"If you can get it hard."
"Will it get hard if I jack you?"
"I doubt it now, but it will if you suck it."
She let go of his prick as if it were a snake. "Oh, no, I can't do that."
"Well... I just can't. I never have."
"You'll never hold your man if you won't suck his cock." the old man said calmly.
She looked down at his prick; it had risen a little just from talking about it. She lowered her head and looked closer. "I just can't... I can't." she said softly, and then it was in her mouth.
The old man pushed against her face, his cock swelling inside her mouth. "Suck it easy, honey, make it good and hard."
Hannah felt her stomach tumble and wanted to gag, but she repressed the sensation until it passed. It really didn't taste bad once she got the slime off and it felt so alive and pulsing there inside her mouth. She wasn't aware when her feelings changed, but she rather liked it all of a sudden, and it made the desire grow in her loins like nothing had before. She closed her eyes and imagined how it had looked when Mark's cum had spurted up into the air, how milky it had looked, how slippery it had been on her fingers. She wondered now what it tasted like and started jacking him off while she sucked.
"Hold it, girl!" the old man cried, pushing her face away. She looked like a baby about to cry when his prick pulled free of her lips. "I want it in your belly where it belongs." he said.
The old man moved up onto the couch and stretched out on his back. "Get on top of me, fuck me, make me spill inside you again."
Hannah obediently crawled on top of him, reached down between their bodies and found his cock. It was good and hard again, and she easily slid the fat prick inside her cunt. Her sense of loss faded as her cunt took him in.
"Oh, oh, oh." she gasped. "It's so big and it feels so good!"
She knew immediately that she would cum and started moving faster and faster until only the thick head was in her cunt and bobbing wildly between her puffed-out pussylips. She clutched tightly to him, her orgasm tearing hungrily at her insides. And she didn't stop, but kept jerking wildly. "I'm cumming!" she grunted, "I'm cumming again!" And she came again.
She let her weight down against him, yet continued moving, and his cock pushed in deep. "Ahhhh, Jesus, that's good!" she moaned.
The old man lay still and let her do the work. Her young pussy was so tight, so vibrant. It was exhilarating to feel her working so lustily on top of him, grunting and groaning like a bitch in heat. She was a hot little piece, all right, and would give him lots of good fucking in the years to come.
And then she was cumming yet again. She sat upright on his crotch, slamming his hard cock into her cunt, and bounced against him like a creature gone mad. Her face was contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
When Claude came, he was in so deep he swore she could taste it. His cum spurted into her for the third time and she fell limp on top of him, sobbing softly.
He showed her the bathroom where she dressed and freshened up as best she could. Her golden hair was wet with perspiration so she pulled it back into a pony tail. When she stepped from the toilet, the old man was dressed and looked as spry as ever. She thought she had probably fucked him out, but it was the other way around; she felt strung out, and the guilt of what she had done was inside her. How could she face Brian after wildly fucking his father? It frightened her to think how wanton she had been, how completely she had lost all self control. It must never happen again.
They walked down the hall to the den, the old man's step bouncy and light. Hannah felt like her legs were filled with lead. The party had broken up in their absence and everyone had gone. Hannah blushed at the thought that they all knew the old man's habits, knew that he was in another room balling his son's fianc‚. She decided the upper crust of society was composed of depraved people, not the cream.
Then she noticed that Natalie had returned. The young society matron was sprawled awkwardly in a chair in the corner, obviously dead drunk. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back.
"Ah, you're back, Natalie." the old man said, as they stepped into the dimly lit room. "Can I mix you a cocktail?"
Natalie roused for a moment, her bleary eyes half-open. "Where's Cedric? Where's goddamn husband?"
"Cedric called before you returned, said he would be detained quite late. You can spend the night here and he'll pick you up in the morning." her father said.
"Dirty sombitch, fuckin' bastard." she mumbled, and passed out again.
Hannah and Claude approached the girl. "She's a good girl, drinks a spot too much from time to time, but a good girl." Claude said of his daughter. He reached down and patted her bulging tummy. "A little Breedan in there. A Breedan to the core." He looked at Hannah and gave her a knowing wink. "All Breedan." he said.
Hannah blanched at the inference. Could he possibly mean... could her own father... no, it was out of the question. Hannah looked at the lovely young woman. Her long, slim legs were bare, now devoid of the panty hose she had worn at the shower. Her skirt was bunched up high on her thighs, revealing the whiteness of her fine skin almost to her crotch.
Her father took the hem of her skirt in his hand and lifted it up, displaying her naked cunt. It was covered with a fine, light brown hair that formed a perfect triangle as it crept up her fat belly. "She's a splendid-looking young woman, isn't she?" he said proudly.
Hannah gasped at the man's unnatural audacity. "Yes, she's beautiful." she said, almost breathless at the sight.
He lifted the skirt higher. Her stomach rose bulging and majestic from her hairy pussy. She moaned softly and her legs spread wide, opening her wet and inviting pussylips.
"Need 'nother fuckin' dring." she mumbled.
The old man dropped her skirt and went to the bar. He returned with a tall glass, something she certainly did not need. He held the glass to her lips. Her mouth opened and she gulped convulsively at its contents. He reached down and lifted her skirt again and let his hand slide into the large hairy bush between her legs. She swallowed hungrily as he tipped the glass and moaned and rolled her hips gently while his fingers nuzzled at her gaping cunt. Hannah stood rooted to the spot, her mind trying to disbelieve what her eyes were seeing. Her cunt, raw and sore from the old man's ravage, started to tingle. The sight was obscene beyond imagination and made her hot all over again. Claude had two fingers in his daughter's cunt and was slowly finger-fucking her. She hunched lewdly against his hand, little gasps and moans escaping her lips between swallows.
"Good, Daddy, so good... make me cum." she cooed.
Hannah closed her eyes. The sight of the pregnant woman hunching against her own father's hand was almost too much, still it turned her on like she would never have believed. She wanted desperately to reach under her own skirt and play with herself, but her clit was so tender now and she knew it would just make it hurt more tomorrow and controlled her urges.
Natalie came with a scream of divine pleasure and knocked the glass from her father's hand. "I'm so horny, Daddy, I'm so horny all the time now." she cried.
At the sound of the front door opening, the old man jerked his hand from her cunt and pulled down her dress. He bent down and picked up the glass and went to the bar in the corner of the room.
Brian Breedan stepped into the room. "Father, Hannah!" he said, looking perplexed. "What are you doing here, Hannah?"
"Your father invited... a party... I thought you." she stammered.
"I thought you had a shower tonight." Brian said.
"I did. I dropped over afterwards." Brian shrugged. Then he saw his sister. "What in the hell!" he shouted.
"She came home drunk." Claude said.
"Where is her confounded husband?"
"He's working. He'll pick her up in the morning."
"Well, for God's sake, rouse the maid, get her in bed." Brian shouted. He looked again at his precious sister. "No, better not. She looks like a whore sprawled out in that chair. You put her to bed, father."
Hannah watched with horror at the confrontation between the two prominent men in her life, the father more in her life than she had ever imagined possible. And to her surprise, the old man went meekly to his daughter and tried to rouse her. She had never seen Claude Breedan meek before.
"Drunk in her condition." Brian snorted with disgust. He watched his father try to get Natalie to her feet. "Here, I'll do it." he said curtly, and went her the limp girl and lifted her from the chair.
Holding his sister in his arms, he turned to Hannah. "You wait here. I'll put her to bed and then drive you home. You look terrible, Hannah. You should be more careful of your appearance."
"I have my car. I can drive home." Hannah said.
"I said I'll drive you home. You can get your stupid car tomorrow." He stomped from the room, carefully cradling Natalie in his arms.
Hannah watched him leave, shrugged her shoulders and sat down.
"The boy can be a real bearcat when he wants to." the old man said. He grinned at Hannah and rubbed his crotch. It bulged obscenely.
The week following Hannah's orgy with old man Breedan passed quickly and without further incident. She pondered the evening with a mixture of misgivings and exciting fantasy. They were a bizarre family, to say the least; Brian was a Victorian if ever one lived, and his old man was a lecher, and a hypocritical lecher at that, and Natalie... God, what about Natalie? She was knocked up higher than a kite, possibly by her own father, and out drinking and fucking with a young man who was not her husband.
The idea of Natalie out fucking, bulging belly and all, sent tremors of lewd excitement racing down Hannah's spine. She didn't know why, but it did. Hannah chain-smoked, lighting one cigarette from another, and finally went to the kitchen for her father's jug. A snort or two would calm her down, not get her drunk, heaven forbid. Tomorrow was her wedding day and a hangover was not in her plans, but just a nip to settle the nerves. She tipped up the bottle and drank it straight. At her suggestion, her parents had gone to the movie. She wanted the evening alone to brood and cry and rant and rave like all pending brides do. She had the jitters and nagging doubts of pre-marriage and she wanted to wrestle with them alone. And God, was she alone; it was driving her mad. She took another slug from the jug and sat down in one of the stiff-backed kitchen chairs. After her third jolt, she decided she felt better, calmer, more relaxed, and maybe even a bit tipsy. It was a good feeling. The good feeling was interrupted by the insane jingling of the door bell. She got to her feet with remorse for her lost mood and stumbled through the house to the front door. She pulled the door open to a young man standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"Hi, Hannah!" Mark Drucker said.
She stared at him standing in the eerie glow of the little yellow bug light her father had installed. Her hand went to her mouth. "I thought you were away at school." she said.
"I'm home between quarters." the young man said. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"
"Go away. Leave me alone." Hannah said.
"Aw, come on, don't be a sorehead. I just came over to congratulate you on getting married."
Hannah looked at her old lover cryptically, her eyes not quite focusing like they should.
"I really shouldn't. I hate you, you know. Well, okay, but just for a few minutes."
She pushed the screen door open and let him step inside. They stood in awkward silence for a minute before she went on into the living room and sat on the couch. Her mind was in a jumble. She didn't want to see Mark now... or ever. He started to sit beside her.
"Not so close!" she shouted.
"Gee, baby, you're really edgy." he said, and sat on the other end of the couch.
Several minutes of silence passed before Mark took a bottle from his pocket. "I brought a little something to toast the bride." he said, and took a drink. He then held it out to Hannah. "Your turn."
"You know I don't drink much." she snapped, hoping he hadn't smelled her breath.
"You must not be very proud of what you're doing, won't even toast your own marriage." He continued to hold the bottle at arm's length.
Hannah took the bait, even though she suspected he just wanted to get her drunk and have his way with her. "Oh shit!" she spat, and grabbed the bottle. The toast turned into a long drink. She needed it; her nerves were shot again. It warmed immediately in her belly and she burped, her face turned red.
Mark laughed. "Good stuff, huh? That was for good luck. Now let's have one in honor of Hannah's wedding night." he said, and took another nip.
"That's cute." Hannah said, giggling foolishly, and reaching out for the bottle.
Mark slid halfway across the couch to hand it to her. The bottle went quickly to her lips.
The small talk started then, about old times, things that had happened since, the bottle going steadily back and forth. They both talked inanely, knowing what the other was really thinking.
Finally the last swallow in the bottle arrived and Mark held it up to her lips. Her head tilted back and she drained the bottle. Mark was sitting very close to her now, and he had his arm tight around her shoulders. Hannah was drunk, and she knew she was drunk, and she liked his arm around her. What harm could there be in that? They had been lovers once.
Mark dropped the empty bottle to the floor and kissed her, kissed her hard on the lips. Hannah told herself that it meant nothing and let him kiss her again. Somehow, she couldn't imagine how, her arms went around him and her mouth was open receiving his tongue. She suckled hungrily on the meaty thing, a feeling of wetness creeping between her legs as if she needed to piss and couldn't quite hold it all.
"You mustn't, Mark, you mustn't, you mustn't." she moaned softly when she felt his hand cupping her sweating breasts through her blouse.
"God, honey, I love you, I really do. I don't want you marrying someone else." he said, sliding his hand up her thigh.
Hannah grabbed his hand and pushed it away. "No, Mark, no." she cried, taking his hand and laying it at her crotch outside her skirt. "Maybe outside my clothes, but that's the limit."
Mark felt her heavy E-cup tits with one hand and groped futilely at her cunt through her skirt. "Come on, honey. I love you so much. Let's do it for old time's sake."
Hannah knew it was bullshit. He didn't love her. He just wanted an easy piece of ass. "No!" she said firmly.
They continued kissing. Mark's hand was back under her blouse and he felt her mid section and then her tits, which hung loose and free under her blouse. He cupped the swelling globes and she wished she had a bra on. It excited her too much the way he fondled her bare tit and rolled the nipple into a peak of hardness. His other hand felt the wet crotch of her panties. She wondered how he'd sneaked under her skirt again. She opened her legs a little and let him feel, her own hand playing lightly over the hard lump in his trousers.
"Come on, honey, let's ball. I need you so bad, I'm starting to hurt." Mark pleaded.
"No! Goddamn you, I said no!" Hannah cried, jerking her hand off his erection.
"Christ, honey, at least take it out and jack me off. I'm starting to get the stone aches, and you know what they do to a guy. It ain't going to hurt your fucking fianc‚ any for you to do that."
Hannah bit at her lip until it hurt. She wanted very much to feel his prick in her hand and maybe make it squirt its gooey cum, up into the air. Besides, what Mark had said was true. It wouldn't hurt Brian any if all she did was hold it in her hand and play with it a little. It wasn't like she had never felt his cock before. She had jacked him off many, many times, and loved it.
She slowly pulled down the zipper. She hesitated for an instant, and then slid her hand inside. His cock came out long, and hard, just the way she remembered it. She started pumping up and down, the angry head bulging redly just above her fist.
Hannah's hand moved faster, and she wondered if she could go fast enough to make it squirt up to her face. She blushed, thinking if she leaned her head a little, the monster might spit right against her lips, and if she opened her mouth. Hannah thrilled to her lewd thoughts, thrilled to the feel of his wonderful throbbing cock in her hand again. It was so hot and so hard and so alive. She loved it. She knew she didn't love Mark anymore, but she loved his prick, and the thought crossed her mind that maybe she could love any man's prick. Her legs had spread wider as she masturbated him, and his hand had crept under her panties and was fondling her cunt, two of his fingers slowly moving in and out between the wet, puffy lips. Her cunt was on fire and she squirmed against his fingers, the rising sensation almost blurring her obligation to Brian. Almost. Mark could tell she was hot and wanted to fuck, but she still refused to let him screw her. Mark knew what would change her mind; it had worked when all else had failed that first time she spread her legs and let him fuck her, and it had worked every time she was reluctant for a whole summer, but go down on her and she would flip. It felt so good with her hand on his cock that he hated to stop her, but he didn't want to cum in her hand. He wanted to cum in her cunt and wanted to prove to himself that he could fuck her any time he wanted to, even now that she was engaged. He wanted her to get married so he could prove he was right and fuck her then, too. She squealed with disapproval when he jerked from her, pulling his throbbing flesh from her grasp. She felt giddy and light-headed and completely out of control of the situation when he quickly pushed her legs apart and dropped to his knees, his lips going to the soft, tender flesh of her thigh. She moaned in protest, her legs opening wider, as he kissed upwards.
"Oh, Jesus, Teddy, don't do that... it feels so good! I love it so much!" she cried when, his mouth met the soggy crotch of her panties.
She begged him to stop what he was doing and lifted her ass up so he could skin her panties down. Her legs closed to let them go over her knees and down her thighs, and sprung back open the instant they cleared her feet. She grasped his head and pulled him back between her legs. He pulled back to her knees, raining wet kisses on the inside of her thighs, his upward climb agonizingly slow.
"You bastard, you dirty bastard." she groaned, "kiss me there, way up high... suck me, suck me off!"
When he got to her succulent pussy, he lingered, kissing and tonguing the little hollows and grooves that were laden with perspiration and the slick juices from her cunt. He went from one leg to the other, tasting of her delicious flow.
"Eat me... eat me, Mark! I'll do anything you want if you make me cum!" she screamed.
Mark lifted his head. "Anything?" he said.
"Anything." she cried, pushing his head back into her crotch.
He parted the wet hair with his fingers and pushed his tongue into the deep cleft between her cuntlips, swabbing the length and then back again and finally curling it into her juicy cunt hole.
"Oh, Mark... Mark, it feels so good! Don't ever stop!" She hunched against his mouth each time his tongue probed in, her hands holding his head firmly in place. "I've missed this, honey, I really have. I didn't realize how much I need you."
Mark slid his tongue up to her clit. His mouth was getting tired and he wanted to get her off. She squealed and moaned, her breath coming in deep sobbing gasps as his coarse tongue moved back and forth across her sensitive button. She grunted like an animal and went stiff when her sensations peaked and sent the sexual thrill deep in her gut. It rocketed to her alcohol-fogged brain and she slipped into semi-consciousness and imagined she was in heaven. To be drunk and feeling good all over and then to cum, to orgasm, to get your gun like you never got it before was heaven, she decided. It must be one long drunken sexual orgy; to stay potted all the time while getting sucked or fucked or some such thing. God, that had to be heaven.
Mark knew she had had a good one and stood up, his cock jutting straight out of his pants. "Okay, baby, and now for that anything you promised." he said.
Hannah came down off her climax slowly, her eyes glassy and a stupid, satisfied grin on her lips. "Oh, Teddy darling, that was wonderful. You made me cum so hard." she said, her eyes fixed hungrily on his rearing prong. "As a reward, I'll do something you always wanted me to do, but I never would."
She placed her hands on his hips and her head moved forward, her precious lips opening in a perfect oval. His throbbing cock slid easily into her mouth. It was only her second time, and it thrilled her more than she thought it would, even though she had imagined it happening again ever since the old man. It felt all spongy and alive and hot and she took it deeper.
"Oh Christ!" Mark groaned, "You never would do this before." He had really wanted to fuck her, but this was too good, and he decided to hold her in place and shoot his cum all the way to her stomach. She had his cock all the way in her mouth, the head shoved deep into the confines of her throat and he knew he would be quick in cumming.
Hannah thought she would gag with him in so deep, but she didn't. It was too thrilling, too exciting. He was fucking her throat like it was her cunt, and she thought she might cum again. And then she felt him stiffen and ram deeper. She wanted to pull away - he was cumming! She let him hold her tight to his groin until his coarse pubic hair was plastered against her face. She wanted his cum in her mouth and down her throat. The throbbing prick exploded and a huge gob of wet, slick cum invaded her throat. More poured out as he fucked her face until his cock backed up into her mouth. It was hot-tasting and salty. She swallowed the cum and sucked for more until the last, long string oozed down her throat. When he pulled his fat cock from her throat, she came again, not violently like when he sucked her, but a slow, satisfying orgasm like she had never before experienced.
Mark stood gasping, his cock leaking onto her bare breasts. "You never did that before, baby. Goddamn, that was good!"
"Do you want to fuck me now?" Hannah said softly, wanting him to fuck her now.
"What with?" he giggled. "This piece of spaghetti?" His cock was hanging like an old inner tube.
The sound of footsteps on the porch sent Hannah to her feet. "My God, Mark, it's mom and dad home from the movies."
Mark stuffed himself in and fumbled hastily at the zipper on his pants.
"Mark, they can't find you in here with me alone. It won't look right, and you know my dad."
"Indeed I do." Mark cried. He had gotten more than one ass chewing from her old man just for bringing her home a little late. He was wild man when he was mad. "I better get out the back door."
"They'll see you in the hall. Quick, into my bedroom. We'll turn the lights out and they'll think I'm asleep. You can slip out after they go to bed."
Mark dashed for her room. Hannah followed, then stopped, went back and grabbed her panties from the floor, also the half-empty jug from the couch. She heard her father's voice in the hall. Her heart pounded wildly when at last she pushed the door to her room closed behind her. Mark lay down on the floor on the far side of the bed, his heart beating a tattoo against his chest. Her sonofabitchin' old man would kill him if he found him in here. Hannah crossed the room quietly and crawled onto her bed and under the covers. They heard quiet talking for a while, and then a soft rap on the door. The door opened and her father looked in. "She's sound asleep." he said, and closed the door. A gasp of relief dribbled wetly from Mark's trembling lips. With effort he calmed his shaking body and finally lay quietly in the darkness.
Hannah's hand crept over the edge of the bed and found his face.
"Come up in bed with me." she said.
"Are you out of your mind?" Mark hissed.
"He won't come back." she reassured him. "It's more comfortable up here with me."
Mark lay still for several minutes listening to her heavy breathing and finally got to his knees. His hands searched for her under the covers. They found her. She was naked, and she was playing with herself. She felt his hand on her belly and reached up and pulled it into her hairy crotch.
"Fuck me, Mark." she said softly, nuzzling his fingers into her cunt.
"Are you kidding?" he said. "I don't think I'll ever be able to get it up again, besides, I'm getting the hell out of here."
"You'd better wait a little while to be sure they're asleep. Come on up here with me."
He reluctantly got up and crawled under the covers, clothes, shoes and all. Her hand went immediately to his fly and unzipped. He was soft and limp, even in her warm, moving hand.
"Ouch! You got the hair caught in the goddamn zipper." he cried, pulling away from her.
"You talk a little different, now that you've had your way."
"You pulled it all out of me, baby."
"I sure did, didn't I?" she said proudly. "Kiss me."
"Not after what you did."
Hannah sat bolt upright. "After what I did?" she cried.
"You sucked me off, kid. You're a cocksucker."
"You dirty bastard. You said you'd never call me that when you used to beg me to do it to you."
"Well, you sucked my cock. Didn't you?"
"Then you're a cocksucker. Plain and simple."
"You rotten son-of-a-bitch." she cried, her voice getting shrill and loud.
"Shut up or you'll get your old man in here."
"Like hell I'll shut up."
He pulled her back down and kissed her, anything to close her yapping mouth. She relaxed immediately, her bare leg going over his hip. He felt a stirring in his loins.
"I'm getting the hell out of here. I'm too young to die." he said, struggling out of her grasp and onto his feet.
He eluded her lunge and went around the bed and gently opened the door. It looked clear so he tiptoed down the hall to the front door. It opened quietly and he was outside before he realized she was right behind him. She followed him across the porch and down the steps, where he finally stopped and turned.
"Christ, Hannah, get back in the house. You're bare-ass naked!"
She threw her arms around his neck. "Don't leave me now, Teddy. I need a fuck!" she cried.
"Get away from me, you nutty broad. You're drunk and all screwed up." He struggled to get away from her, but she clung to his neck. They were almost to the street when he finally went down in the grass, flat on his back with Hannah on top of him.
"Now I've got you, Mark Drucker, and I'm going to fuck you." she said, her hand tearing at his fly.
It was a bright, clear moonlit night with the crisp coldness of winter nearing. She looked like a sex goddess bathed in the pale yellow moonlight.
Mark looked at her heavy tits and then down at his crotch where his cock was rising from his open fly. It was hard as a iron bar.
"Okay, baby, fuck me." he said, "Fuck me right out here in the street where all your neighbors can watch."
She groaned, pointing his prick toward her cunt, and slowly let her weight down on him. His cock sunk to the hilt in her wet cunt. She lay across him and started humping, lifting up until he was almost out and then back down to engulf his cock all the way.
"God, Mark, it's so good, just like old times. Let's go all the way, even if I'm not on the pill now. Fill me up with your spunk and make me a baby. God, make me a baby! Shove it into me, Mark... style='mso-spacerun:yes'> fuck me, fuck me, knock me up you bastard! It feels so damn good, honey!"
Mark agreed, it did feel damn good. Her cunt seemed to open and close around his cock without ever letting go. "Are you really going to marry this Brian guy? He's a jerk." Mark said.
Hannah wished for a minute that she had his cock in her mouth so she could bite it for saying such an ugly thing. "Yes." she moaned, "yes, he's my true love." She increased her speed, feeling her orgasm near, her whole body tingling at the expectation.
"You don't have a true love, unless it's a hard cock, any hard cock. You're a little slut, Hannah, a cock-hungry slut and you'll never be faithful to him." Mark said, feeling the jolt nearing in his own balls.
He's just trying to hurt me because I'm marrying someone else, she thought, his cock filling her with a thrilling excitement. And I will be faithful to my husband, I know I will. Mark is just jealous.
"Stop for a minute, Mark. I don't want you to cum yet." she said, lying perfectly still. "Let's roll over so you'll be on top. I want you to be fucking me hard when you cum, and I want it all inside me."
They rolled over, the cold grass sending chills up her spine. "Fuck me hard, honey, it's the last time for us." she said, throwing her legs up around him.
"Last time, my ass." Mark growled, ramming roughly into her. "I'll bet that the first time I see you after your marriage you'll open your legs to me."
"You'll lose, Mark. I won't ever cheat once I'm married." she said, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. "What do you want to bet?"
"I'll bet... I'll bet a good cunt-lapping against a first class blowjob like you gave me earlier."
"You bastard, you can't lose a bet like that." she giggled, "But you're on, it's a bet. Oooooh, honey, fuck me.... faster, I'm about to cum!"
The thought of Mark mouthing her cunt after she was married was bringing her off, even though she knew she would never let him do such a thing. And she imagined she could still taste his stringy cum in her mouth and what it would taste like if she lost her bet, which she wouldn't, and started cumming. She jerked wildly, little grunts of pleasure slipping from her lips as the heavenly feeling that she needed so much now tore into her quivering belly. Mark felt her cunt tighten around his prick and started cumming, his cum splashing into her cunt. Hannah felt the wet stuff filling her and came again.
"Oh, Mark, that was wonderful. I love you, darling." she moaned, still hunching against him.
Mark jerked out. "Sure you do, baby. Like so much shit." he sneered. "You love my hard cock, that's what you love." He got to his feet and tucked himself away, carefully zipping up his pants.
"Next time I'm in town, I'll drop by when your husband is gone and fuck you again... for old times' sake. And if I feel up to it afterwards I'll collect my bet." He walked down the street to where his car was parked and drove away.
Hannah lay on the damp grass for several minutes before she felt the icy cold against her bare backside. She got to her feet and went back into the house.
In the safety of her room, she started to cry, deciding that Mark was a real bastard, a first class son-of-a-bitch. He had used her, used her for his own male gratification. She was an innocent pawn, raped and defiled, unfit to enter her marriage dressed in white. She found the half-empty jug and lay down on her bed and took a long drink. It was hot and raw, burning all the way down; she took another. Too much whiskey did strange things to her. Her mind seemed disjointed and fuzzy, unable to separate the real from the fantasy. She opened her legs and nudged the thick lip of the whiskey bottle into her cunt. She hunched eagerly against the cold, glass, prick-like thing and wondered what Brian was doing, certain that he hadn't spent the evening like she had. The bottle came from her cunt to her mouth and she took another long pull on its contents. She found her pussy again and pushed the long glass cock back into her cunt.
"Oh, honey, that's nice... feels so good." she moaned. Deeper and deeper it went.
The tears came back to her eyes and she wondered why a nice boy like Mark Drucker would force his way into her parents' home and rape her on the eve of her wedding, rape her like a wild beast, force her against her will to behave like a wanton slut.
Her hand was moving rapidly now, the bottle deep in her hairy cunt. "Oh, Teddy, darling, that feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... never stop... make me cum!" she cried.
Her orgasm started hard and ended hard, sending her body into a spasm of pleasure. "Oh, goddamn, I love that feeling!" she screamed, the last of the whiskey draining from the bottle into her soggy cunt.
The wedding was small but lavish, a good deal more expensive than Art Sizemore could afford, but he only had one daughter to give and she was marrying a rich man. He had his pride.
The bride was beautiful, and she wore a gown cut low at the bodice and done in white lace. Her huge, innocent blue eyes proved her virginity; her sensuous, cherry-red lips told it was a lie. She was badly hungover, too, but that didn't show.
A select few attended the wedding, but the reception held at the Breedan mansion was a throng of sweating, talking bodies, most of them friends of the Richardsons. After all, Brian Breedan had finally taken a wife, a gorgeous young creature who was the picture of innocence and virginity. Of course, even pictures lie sometimes.
In the reception line, where Hannah was well kissed, she wished her gown hadn't been so low cut. Her ample tits squeezed up into the scoop neckline as though both boobies wanted out, and the homage paid by most of the men and even some of the women seemed directed to the deep valley lying between the smooth hills. Later, on the dance floor, she wished it was cut even lower. The look in a man's eye that was kindled by a fat, smooth pair of tits turned her on, and she was realizing more and more that she liked to be turned on. Hannah fantasized about the men as they kissed her. The best man kissed her lightly on the cheek, yet she was sure he would be fan-fucking-tastic in bed. The pretty boy who had taken Natalie home from the shower held her cheeks in his palms and kissed her hard on the mouth, but he was surely a phony gigolo, maybe even a queer. And then there was Cedric Lewis, Natalie's husband, a big, ugly brute of a man, yet excitingly masculine; he kissed her on the mouth, too, and had the audacity to use his tongue. She chided herself because it excited her. Yet the biggest surprise, was her newly acquired sister-in-law, Natalie, who took Hannah's hand and placed it on her swelling tummy and then kissed her on the lips, her tongue gliding softly softly out for an instant. "I think I like you, after all." Natalie whispered.
When the line ended, her mother-in-law patted her on the cheek and her father-in-law held her soft hands and kissed her lightly on the opposite cheek. The dirty, hypocritical old goat, Hannah thought, feeling his finger slide back and forth against her palm. With the preliminaries out of the way, the champagne flowed. Several brimming glassfuls did wonders for Hannah's hangover. It made her feel good, and sensual, and desirable, and she wished her bodice was even lower. She liked to be admired by male eyes. There was a grand march, and then the first dance with her husband. He held her tightly and told her he loved her. She told him she loved him, too, and would make him a good wife. And then she danced with her father-in-law Claude, who pinned a hundred-dollar bill to her snow white gown and kissed her, this time on the lips. After that, it was a mad whirl, a glass of champagne and a dance with another man and then another glass of bubbly. By the time Cedric Lewis got his turn, her gown was covered with green bills. She smiled foolishly and her lipstick was badly smeared.
He pinned a five-hundred-dollar bill on the swell of her left breast, his fingers drifting momentarily onto the soft skin and into the deep cleft. "I've been saving this for you, honey, ever since I first saw you. And you're going to be worth every cent." he said, pulling her into his arms.
Hannah was sure she knew what he meant and blushed, and then rejected the idea completely. As they danced she imagined she could feel his heavy cock against her thigh through the lace and many petticoats, and tried to reject that, too. But that was more difficult to reject, because she could feel his prick - it was long and it was hard, and it excited her. For some strange reason, not even known to herself, she had worn no panties or underwear of any kind under her wedding gown and she felt the moisture from her twitching cunt wetting the insides of her thighs. When the music stopped she curtsied low, and Cedric Lewis looked flagrantly down the front of her gown. She looked wickedly into his eyes and without thinking, said, "Do you like what you see?"
"Very much," he replied, "only I want to see more, much more."
"Perhaps... another time, another place." she said carelessly.
Hannah knew she was being foolish, but the champagne had made her feel so giddy, and besides, a little harmless flirting was a girl's right, even on her wedding day. He would know she was just teasing and meant nothing by it. She was a married woman now and off limits to all these drooling men. It did thrill her, though, to think that she could excite them so much.
And then it was time to go, time to change from her white gown and flee with her husband to consummate her marriage, a ritual that little Hannah was more than ready for. Natalie was to help her get ready, but Natalie was nowhere to be found.
"She went up to lie down. The poor darling was exhausted from all the excitement - her condition, you know," a fat, matronly aunt told her, giving her a good imitation of a bear hug. "She said she will be in your room and just to rouse her. Would you like for me to come with you?"
"No, thank you. I'll find her." Hannah said.
Hannah raced up the circular stairway and down the long hall to the room where her trousseau was waiting. Natalie wasn't there. Hannah bit at her lower lip; where could Natalie be? She knew she could never get ready in her condition, and then she heard the sounds from the adjoining room. The door was ajar. She stepped to the door and found Natalie. Natalie wasn't lying down. She was on all fours. And she certainly wasn't exhausted, not yet at least. She was getting fucked... bare-ass naked on all four getting fucked doggy-style. The pretty young gigolo that Hannah had thought might be gay, was also naked, and he was on his knees behind Natalie, sawing his long, hard cock slowly in and out of her juicy cunt. He lunged in to the hilt and then pulled out until only the head was lodged, only to slowly push all the way in again. Natalie moaned loudly each time he went in and then again when he pulled out. His cock was very long, stretching at least ten inches.
"My God." Hannah mumbled softly, "his prick is so long. It... it must feel wonderful." She swallowed hard, a tingly lump of excitement forming in her belly, and she felt wet and sticky between her thighs. "Oh, my God." she said again.
The gigolo was slumped over her now, fucking hard, his arms around her, a fat drooping tit in each hand. Natalie grunted and hunched back against his every thrust.
"Fuck me, Dougie, fuck me hard." Natalie cried. "Make me cum, honey, please make me cum... I want to cum so bad." She was rocking back and forth on her hands and knees like a wooden hobby horse in full tilt. "I love it so... I'm hot for it all the time now. The pregnanter I get, the hotter I get! Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me, make me cum! Oh, sweet Jesus Christ, do it faster, faster... I'm getting close!"
Hannah was so enthralled by the wild sight that she didn't hear Cedric Lewis come up behind her. He reached around her from behind and cupped her breasts in his big hands.
"Wild, huh?" Cedric said, forcing two fingers into the front of her gown. "The most exciting thing in the world is to watch a beautiful woman in rut."
Hannah couldn't turn, he held her too tightly, but she knew who it was. "She... she's your wife, and she's pregnant." Hannah gasped.
"Yes." Cedric said. His two fingers were caressing her nipple. It grew hard and hot.
She tried to jerk free and failed. "Cedric, please let me go. Brian will be waiting. I have to get ready for my honeymoon."
"Your honeymoon has already started, honey." Cedric said. He pushed her blonde locks to the side and pressed his mouth to her neck. Hannah gasped, her round little ass going back against his groin.
Cedric pushed the strap off one of her shoulders and forced the front of her gown over her breast. The scanty uplift bra offered little restraint and the soft globe popped free. The nipple stood out dark and hard.
"Cedric, stop... stop. You'll tear my gown." Hannah cried.
"Not if you stop struggling." he answered, one hand cupping her free tit, the other pushing the opposite strap off her shoulder.
She had stopped struggling the moment his big hand had cupped her breast.
He had both of her tits free now, her gown and bra pushed down to her waist, her hands pinned to her sides by the straps. He nuzzled at her neck and shoulder, both of his hands gently massaging her heaving breasts.
"You're so lovely, Hannah. I've wanted you from the instant Brian brought you into this house. We've got to do it. I have to be the first of your married life."
Hannah turned her head and Cedric's lips met hers. It was awkward, yet a deep and satisfying kiss. She jerked her mouth free. "No, Cedric, no! We mustn't!" she cried, knowing her resistance was all but gone.
She tried to drown the consuming fire between her legs by looking into the next room. It didn't help; Natalie was obviously cumming. She was jerking wildly and crying out and the drool was running from her mouth.
"She's cumming, Hannah. Look at her! She loves it, and you will, too." Cedric whispered, hunching against her ass. "Look at that long-cocked bastard fuck her. Watch it, Hannah. Watch him push that prick up her pussy until you're so hot you can't stand it to have yours empty."
"I can't stand it now." she blurted. Her hands, pinned to her sides, had inched backwards until both were on his thighs, and then she held his rigid cock through his trousers. It was massive, a long, thick gristle like she had never imagined. It was the biggest cock her hands had ever felt.
Cedric released one of her tits and reached down and opened his pants. He got his cock out and let fall into her waiting hand. "Watch them, Hannah. He's about to cum, too." he said, the feel of her so hand marvelous as she pushed the thick foreskin over the knob of his g1ans.
In the next room, Doug stopped just before he came and jerked out. He pushed Natalie off her knees and rolled her over. Moving quickly over her body, he straddled her, pulled on his prick, and started spurting onto her face. Natalie opened her mouth and grabbed at his jerking prick. She got it in after only two spurts and drank hungrily of his slippery cum.
"Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!" Hannah gasped, her hand moving up and down on Cedric's cock.
"Are you ready for my cock, Hannah?" Cedric asked.
"Oh, yes, yes, I want it. fuck me, Cedric! " Hannah cried.
He released her and turned her to face him. "Pull your arms free and put them around me. Your honeymoon is about to begin."
She did as he said, her arms going around his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. She suckled hungrily on his tongue, which was long and thick, and hunched herself against his groin, imagining his cock going right through her wedding gown. She had only felt it and wanted to see it and kiss it and suck it.
"Undress me, Cedric! Bare my body and then fuck me!" she cried.
Cedric led her to the bed and then bent over to grasp the hem of her gown. "No, Hannah, I'll just lift it up. I want to fuck you in your wedding dress, then when you take it out a hundred years from now for old times' sake, you'll remember your first wedded fuck... and me." He straightened, bringing the dress up with him. He gasped. "My God, you're naked under there! You got married to Brian Breedan without any pants." He held the dress high, laughing, crisp bills falling to the floor, and pushed her back onto the bed.
She was hidden by the full skirt, except for her long legs, wide apart, and her furry cunt, shining wet and open for action.
"First a kiss." he said, kneeling, "but only a short one - we haven't much time." His face went between her open legs and his mouth to her cunt.
Hannah cried out as his tongue entered her pussy. She then pushed against him, her legs spreading even wider. But he stopped and lifted up. "Don't stop, please, do it some more." she moaned.
"No. Now I fuck the little bride." he said, and came down on top of her.
He fitted his cock into the mouth of her cunt and pushed in. The fat g1ans spread her pussy lips and plopped inside. He pushed on into the slippery tunnel until there was ten inches of fat, hard prick inside her cunt.
"You weren't a virgin, little bride, you weren't a virgin." he chuckled.
"Oh, Cedric, that's good... so good." she moaned softly, her hips moving in time with his slow thrusting.
She hadn't gotten to see it, and she had wanted to see it, but she was feeling it. Oh, was she feeling it, and that was what it was all about. It felt so good it almost hurt, and she enjoyed that, too. Her pussy was made for a prick; she knew that now, and lay back and let the good feeling consume her. Her eyes were closed and she imagined his huge cock, long and hard, the huge veins standing out in relief and the head all red and shining and monstrous looking, the big hole in the end covered with its cum, sticky and wet. She could almost taste it and wanted it against her lips spitting its awful cum into her slavering mouth. Her first orgasm left her with a hollow and empty feeling, and the second, cumming very quickly, left her tingly and excited and anticipating the third. The third one held off, lingering hungrily in the pit of her stomach until she was screaming for its release. She jerked wildly, trying to get him deeper, until his zipper cut cruelly into her soft thighs. The greedy bastard didn't even take down his pants, she thought, but soon forgot about it as her third and most satisfying orgasm split her open. Her legs went around his back and she hunched into him like a wild mare fighting the bit - only she wanted it in, not out. His ten inches only made her want more.
Cedric felt the charge from his balls and grunted. The thick cum spurted into her cunt in huge white gobs. He pulled out until only the cockhead was still buried. "You get every drop, baby, every last drop goes in your tight little cunt." he gasped, milking the thick knob back and forth in her pussy. Her puffy pussylips clung to his cock and sucked at the few remaining strands of cum, drawing them out and swallowing them up deep into her belly.
"You're one fine fuck, little Hannah! That Brian is a lucky man." he said, rising to his feet. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
Hannah sat up and stared at his prick. it was still huge, though shriveling fast. "Anytime you say." she said, still under the hypnosis of sex. She reached out and encircled his pecker. "It was good, Cedric, God, but it was good."
He reknotted his tie while she fondled his prick. "You're a hot little cunt, baby. I really think you could get me up again, but your husband is going to start wondering where you are, so I think I'll split."
Hannah sat on the edge of the bed and watched him walk from the room. She sat silently for several minutes, trying to remember just how it had happened. "Well, Hannah, you did it again." she finally said aloud, a feeling of repugnance making her shiver. "And this time on your wedding day, before you even got out of your wedding gown. I didn't want him to do it, but I actually enjoyed it, thrilled to it. Is there no end to this insanity?"
Hannah continued to sit, slowly rationalizing her most recent infidelity. Cedric had attacked and seduced her. It wasn't her fault. Actually, it was really quite harmless. She hadn't instigated it, and it didn't hurt Brian; she wasn't a virgin, anyway. Maybe she couldn't have enjoyed it so much, but hell, fucking was fun. Besides, the harm was already done, if there was any harm, and she certainly wasn't going to make a practice of it. It was a one-time accident, just one of those innocent things that seem to happen. She wasn't loose. Not really, and she was determined to be a good wife. Wasn't she? She got to her feet then, feeling better, but her legs felt wobbly and she almost fell. She leaned against the wall and let her wedding gown fall back in place. The slimy cum of Cedric Lewis slowly leaked from her cunt, wetting the insides of her thighs. She knew she should wash, but decided not to; she liked the wet feel between her legs with the hair all curly and moist.
She stripped the gown from her body and left it in a heap beside the bed. Luckily, the clothes for her wedding trip had been laid out across the foot of the bed and were not mussed up from her recent fucking. She pulled on the brief panties and let the waist band snap against her flat belly. The crotch soaked up immediately. What a marvelous feeling, she thought. She was sitting at the mirror brushing her hair when Natalie came into the room. Natalie's eyes opened wide. Hannah was still wearing only her panties.
Natalie was once again dressed in her fantastically chic maternity suit and walked over to Hannah as if nothing had happened. "My, you have a marvelous figure, Hannah." she said, her eyes slits of jealousy, or perhaps of lust.
Hannah looked up at her new sister-in-law and wondered if she knew, wondered if she and her gigolo had stood and watched like she and Cedric had done. She felt very nervous and started to blush.
"Here, let me do that." Natalie said, taking the brush from Hannah's hand. "You'd better hurry. Brian will be wondering where you are."
Hannah decided that she liked her new sister-in-law after all.
When she was ready and found her husband, he was chattering with a group of older men. He noticed her after she had been standing at his side for several minutes. "You ready already, dear? Looks like I married myself a fast little gal." he said.
Natalie, who was standing beside Hannah, covered a gagging sound with a cough.
"We'll have a toast to the newlyweds before you go." old man Breedan said, summoning a servant to bring the champagne.
The toast turned into two and three and then four. Hannah felt the drink revitalizing her urges. She snuggled up to her husband and pulled his head down to her lips. "I'm getting drunk, Brian, and I feel passionate. Take me to bed." she whispered.
"We'd better wait until we get to the hotel." he said with a laugh. He turned to the men standing with champagne glasses in their hands. "And now, gentlemen, we must go." he said.
He took his bride by the arm and ushered her from the room. He was feeling his urges, too.
The newlyweds got into their car, which had been carefully hidden, and roared from the garage, making a clean getaway. Hannah watched him gear the powerful machine down to drive carefully through the heavy city traffic, but once on the freeway he mashed his foot to the floor. The sleek automobile went quickly to ninety. They were to spend their honeymoon at a posh, very selective resort hotel in the mountains a hundred or so miles from the city, and Brian was in a hurry. He had bottled his urges long enough, and now that she was his, the bed that awaited them seemed much too far away. The low slung sports car was made for speed, and at a hundred and ten, the outside world was nothing more than a blur. Brian seemed like a different man behind the wheel, no longer the conservative, intense young lawyer. The combination of too much champagne and too much speed excited Hannah terribly and she felt isolated belted to her bucket seat by herself.
"If that damn console wasn't in the way, I'd be all over you, Brian Breedan." she cried, reaching out to grip his thigh.
"If I had known that, I'd have ripped it out before we left." he said. He noticed the flushed look on her face and knew the speed was exciting her; it had always worked on other girls, why not Hannah? He took his foot from the accelerator. "I'll stop and take the top off. It's more exciting that way.
Brian steered onto the soft shoulder and slammed on the brakes, the car fishtailing and chewing dirt for fifty feet. Hannah's heart pounded; she had never ridden in a car so fast or stopped so recklessly.
"Unbuckle and stretch your legs, honey. This will take a few minutes." he said.
Brian was not quite the prim, mousy creature that he had led Hannah to believe. He had used his money and manners and good looks to lay quite a few chicks along the way, usually when he was out of town. But none of them had affected him like Hannah. She seemed so pure and sweet, so damn untouchable. It had only been in the past few days that he had begun to suspect any differently. Things he had heard - which he refused to listen to - and then little mannerisms and things she said herself. Perhaps she wasn't quite the pure little cherry that he had been holding up there on that pedestal. So what? He still loved her and could forgive and forget any foolish transgressions she had committed before they met. After all, he hadn't been perfect himself.
He finished with the top and got in his seat. Hannah crawled into her seat on her knees and, leaning across the inhibiting console, put her arms around his neck and started kissing the side of his face. The gear shift pressed into her just below her belly button and felt like a hard cock with a massive head. The knob ground into her belly, making her hotter. She let one hand slide down his chest and over his stomach to his crotch. "I want you, mister." she said.
"I want you, too, but we're less than an hour from the hotel. We can wait until then." Brian said.
They kissed passionately, and somehow the knob on the gear shift got under Hannah's dress between her thighs. She pressed herself against the hard intruder, moaning into her husband's mouth. The knob spread her cuntlips and pushed the thin panties deep into her slit.
"Oh, darling, I'm so hot. I want you so much." she hissed.
Brian was hot too, his hardon pressing against her hand. He wanted her so bad he was beginning to hurt, yet he held back, afraid to discover too soon that she wasn't the virgin he had once thought. And if she knew how to get into a position to take his cock in a car this small, well... she knew too damn much, and he didn't want to know.
"Sit back down and buckle up." he snapped.
She gulped and pulled away, letting the gear shift knob slide through her wet slit. Breathing hard and within inches of an orgasm, she settled into her seat and hooked the buckle on her safety belt. Damn him, she thought, if he doesn't want it, he could have at least let me finish myself off on his car.
The dirt and gravel flew for a hundred yards as the machine ripped back onto the I pavement. It snapped Hannah's head back like a solid punch on the jaw. When they entered the foothills that would soon turn to ragged mountains they were going over a hundred miles an hour. Hannah sobbed with excitement as the powerful racer cornered the ever increasing curves.
Brian looked at his bride and grinned knowingly. He was beginning to like the idea that maybe she wasn't the prudish little cherry that he had thought. "If you want a real kick, open the little vent there in front of you and then slide down a little and pull your pants off. At this speed, it really feels good." he shouted above the howling wind.
Hannah looked at him as if wondering if he was testing her, then pulled open the vent. The wind blew her thick blonde hair straight back as she unhooked the belt. Without a glance in his direction, she reached under her skirt and jerked her panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties off, and then opened her knees. Brian got his first look at his wife's delicious muff.
She's no prude, he thought. He reached over and laid his hand on the fluffy mess of soft hair.
"I like that, Brian, but you'd better keep both hands on the wheel at this speed." she yelled, lifting herself against his hand.
"A hundred and eighteen." he corrected.
They hit a hairpin curve at that instant. Brian hit the brakes and jerked the wheel. The car went into a spin, sliding into soft dirt, inches from the tiny barricade separating them from a hundred foot drop, then back onto the asphalt. They spun around three times, the tires screaming in protest, white smoke billowing behind them. On the last spin he hit the gas and the car lurched straight ahead.
"That was a close one!" Brian said, softly, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were bone white.
Hannah had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and she was gasping through clenched teeth. "Oh, Brian!" she cried, "I'm... I'm wetting myself!"
He looked over. She had slid forward, her ass completely off the seat, and she was pissing. He had never seen a girl pee before, in any situation, and it excited him. He erected immediately.
"Don't hold it back, let it go." he cried.
She let the air out of her lungs and sat up. "I'm done now. My legs are all wet and I made a mess of the car." she said.
"Hannah, you're marvelous." he said.
They topped a crest then and saw the hotel. It stood grandly in a fine haze just a couple of miles away. Brian slowed to seventy-five and banked the vehicle into the long, curved drive. He hit the brakes and slid the last seventy feet to the main entrance.
The doorman stood aghast. Brian got out calmly, walked around the car, and opened Hannah's door. The doorman stared. "Pull down your skirt, dear." Brian said. He turned to the doorman. "Send our baggage to our rooms and have the car washed out. We spilled a can of beer on that last turn." he said, then taking Hannah's hand, "Come along, dear."
The hotel was sumptuous beyond anything Hannah had ever imagined. She gawked open-mouthed.
"Close your mouth, dear." Brian said, and went up to the desk. "Brian Breedan here. My key, please." he said to the clerk. The clerk, his mouth open, handed Brian his key. Brian took Hannah's hand and led her to the elevator.
The hotel was sprawling. They had a suite of four rooms on the fourth and top floor. Their suite had a large living room with one wall entirely window, a dining room, a dressing room and bath, and an elegant bedroom with a huge four poster bed and a balcony. The balcony was directly over the swimming pool, which was carved out of a huge shelf of granite almost level with the third floor. A good diver could plunge into the pool directly from their balcony.
Hannah took a quick, breathless tour of the suite, her eyes wide with awe. She stopped in the bathroom and stared at the massive, sunken bath tub.
"Maybe I'd better take a bath first thing." she said, turning to her husband, who was standing in the door grinning. "I feel all sticky... you know where."
"No, I want to go to bed first. You can bathe later." he said.
"But Brian, it's only four o'clock. I'm not sleepy." she giggled.
Brian stepped into the bathroom and pulled her into his arms. He unzipped the back of her dress while he kissed her hard on the mouth. "I'm going to take off all your clothes and throw you on the bed and fuck you." he said.
Hannah pulled free of his grasp. "Brian! You're awful." she cried, and blushed. She was delighted that she could still blush; a bride was supposed to blush. "You'll have to catch me first." she squealed, and rushed past him and out the door.
He caught her two steps from the bed and yanked her dress down over her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. She remembered the same thing had happened with Cedric earlier, and felt a thrill. She was wearing the same tiny uplift bra, too.
Brian buried his face between her bulged-up breasts. They were hot and firm and tasted of sweat. He curled his tongue down into the cups in an effort to get at her nipples.
"Take it off, Brian, take off my bra." she moaned.
After a minute of fumbling, he released the catch and her tits popped free. His mouth closed over a nipple while his hand moved up under her dress to cup her bare pussy. Feeling his fingers on her cunt, she remembered that her panties were on the floor in their car, probably in a pool of piss. She blushed again, wondering what they would think at the garage. He slowly pushed her dress over her hips until it was at her knees, and then pushed her backwards onto the bed. She lay motionless, staring at him.
"I can't open my legs like this." she said.
He grabbed the rumpled skirt and pulled it off and threw it to the floor. "You can now!"
She was completely naked now and slowly opened her legs, trying desperately to look shy and inexperienced. Brian stared at her luxuriant muff and then at the red, velvety lips slowly spreading as her legs went farther apart. He dropped to the bed beside her and took her in his arms.
"Hannah, Hannah, you're so beautiful, so sexy and beautiful." he gasped, pressing his mouth to hers. "I've waited so long for this."
"I know." she said softly, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.
Her hand went inside his shirt, into the thick hair on his chest. Her other hand rested softly against the bulge in his pants. She wanted to reach in, to feel its hot life in her hand, but she didn't want to appear too forward, too experienced.
He felt her hand resting softly on his cock and the desire hammered at his temples. The need for her, for the use of her body, was stronger than anything he had ever experienced. He knew without ever entering her that she wasn't a virgin, and he was glad; there would be no need to be gentle. He could ram into her cunt and ejaculate with one wild lunge if he felt like it, and he felt like it.
"Take it out," he said curtly, "take it out and feel it."
Hannah buried her face against his neck and pulled at his zipper. The blood pounded in her temple, too, then she slipped her hand inside and wrapped around the rigid cock. She drew in a quick breath of air. It was bigger than she thought it would be. With proper exercise, she thought, it will be as big as his father's; it's harder right now. She held his cock firmly there inside his trousers and, in spite of her resolve to play with it innocently, started to slowly masturbate him.
He gasped with pleasure as her delicate hand caressed him. "Pull it out, baby, I need you now!" he cried.
She tugged his cock out. "Take off your pants. I need you, too!" she exclaimed.
"I can't wait that long. This one will have to be for me; your turn will come later."
And then he was on top of her. He found her slit and pushed in, her cunt peeling back his unusually long foreskin. Hannah moaned and lifted to meet his thrust, eager to get his prick all the way inside her. This one was for her, too, even if he didn't know it. They were all for her. As he sunk deeper, Cedric and his huge cock were forgotten; the cock at hand was the important one. "A prick is a prick is a... and oh, God, I love it so." she mumbled incoherently. zzz She had his shirt open and he liked the feel of her big, soft tits flattened against his hairy chest, and she was so sweaty, even in this air-conditioned room. He pounded into her savagely, and quickly felt the urge start in his nuts. He stopped, halfway pulled out.
"Go ahead, cum. I want to feel it." she gasped, already near her own orgasm.
"No! I don't want to..."
She locked her legs behind his thighs and pulled him back in. "Cum, dammit, cum!" she rasped.
He came with a grunt, his cum spurting into her cunt in wild, uncontrolled gobs. She felt the wetness and humped against him, but he was wiped out and she didn't quite make it. Brian knew she didn't make it. After all, it's the first time for us together, not separately, he thought. What does she expect? He rolled off of her and lay on his back, inhaling huge gulps of air, afraid to look at her, not wanting to see the look of disappointment he was sure was on her face. Unless a man is sure of himself, he shouldn't marry a slut, he thought. Already she was a slut, and he knew nothing of her past.
Hannah snuggled close to him, her hand sliding across his belly. "I love you, Brian." she said.
"What? " he muttered.
Her hand went to his crotch. She grasped his slippery, still half-hard prick. "You're cock is so big, honey. It felt so good in there."
He rolled to his side and took her in his arms. "Oh, baby, I love you." he said. "I'm sorry I came so quick. I just couldn't hold it. I've wanted you so long I'm just glad you don't mind my size."
"I know. And it's all right. I almost made it, and we have so many times ahead of us. And by the way, I love your size... you've got a 'real man's' cock!" She looked at him and wondered if she should say it. "You're a good fucker, Johnny, a really good fucker." she said.
He kissed her hard, forgetting that she was a slut. She made him feel ten feet tall, and he was a good fucker. He was just over anxious this time.
"I have to take a leak." he said.
She held his cock so it pointed straight up. Go ahead." she said.
"You mean right here?" he said.
"Right here. You watched me, now it's my turn to watch you."
Brian relaxed and let it go. The heavy stream arched up into the air and fell back onto his belly, onto her hand, onto the bed. They started laughing and he pissed some more. It excited Hannah to watch a man piss, and even more so when she held his dong while he did it.
They took a bath together and dressed and went down to dinner. They followed dessert with a couple of drinks. "Should I have some champagne sent up to our room?" Brian asked.
"No, I think... I think I'd rather have Scotch. Champagne makes me pee." she said.
They went into fits of giggling and everyone in the dining room stared.
"I'm glad we didn't get killed back there on that curve. We'd have missed all this." Brian said.
"Me, too." Hannah said.
When they got back to their suite, it was only seven o'clock. An elaborate bar had already been set up with liquor of all kinds, especially lots of expensive Scotch.
They had a drink and then Brian got restless. "Let's go for a walk. I need to work that big meal down. I'm not used to eating so heavily at night." Brian said.
"I am." Hannah said. "I like the heavy, drowsy feeling it gives me. You go ahead and take your walk. Maybe I'll take a little nap while you're gone.
"You're sure you don't mind?" he asked.
"Mind? I insist." she answered.
After he had gone, Hannah looked at the bed and saw the stained spread. She grabbed it by one corner and gave it a jerk, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. "We don't need this thing, anyway. He'll find a way to keep me warm." She flopped onto the bed.
She tried, but couldn't sleep and finally got up and went to the bar and mixed herself a strong Scotch and water with no ice. The liquor warmed her immediately. She liked the feeling and quickly finished the drink. She made herself another and stepped onto the balcony.
Sounds from the pool drifted in the thin mountain air. She went to the edge and looked down at the dozen or so people in and around the pool. It struck her how safe and secure she was in her ivory tower above them all, and then she took off her blouse, and then her bra. It thrilled her to think that if anyone looked up they could see her. She removed her panties and lifted her skirt to the cool evening air. It was very exciting.
She went back inside and mixed her third drink, leaving her skirt on the floor behind the bar. She slipped into a pair of heels and put on a short, frilly dressing gown. It was sheer and very close to see-through. She was pleasantly drunk now, and wondered when Brian would return.
There was a knock at the door and she giggled. "The silly boy forgot his key." she said. She quickly downed her drink and went to the door, swaying slightly.
It was a bellboy.
"What-what do you want?" she said, a blush burning her cheeks.
"I-I-I," the boy stammered.
Hannah felt the excitement churning inside her body. "Well?" she said, trying to sound stern.
"I-I was just checking to see if there was anything you needed." he said.
"No." Hannah said, "not right now, anyway."
The boy stood and looked at her. Hannah knew her cherry nipples were plainly in view, especially the way they were thrusting out all hard and excited. And her precious hairy mound was there for him to look at, too; maybe a little indistinct and wispy, but it was there.
"You're staring." she said.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I... well." he sputtered.
He called her ma'am. She giggled. He was only eighteen or nineteen, the same as she, and he called her ma'am. "You'll have to go. My husband will be back soon." she said.
The boy's face was red, and he turned to leave.
"Wait!" Hannah cried.
The boy turned back to face the door. Hannah took the bottom of her gown and lifted it up above her navel. He stared at her displayed cunt. She slammed the door shut, her heart pounding with wild excitement.
She went to the bar and poured some Scotch into her glass, her hand shaking, and then went to the bed and sat down.
"The nervy little bastard! He just stood there and stared at me." she said. One of her hands had crept between her thighs. She felt the wetness and pushed a finger into her cunt. "He was kind of cute, though."
She finished the Scotch and took off the gown and lay back on the bed. She lay on her back with her knees up and her feet squarely on the bed and masturbated slowly. As the delicious tendrils of sexual excitement moved through her belly, she decided not to tell Brian what had happened; he might not understand. When Brian returned she was lying naked on the bed. He looked at her all spread out and felt a thrill. The urge to do something he never had, but had wanted to, hit him. He wanted to kiss her pussy. She was asleep and would never know. It was a perverted thing to do, but he wanted to desperately, and she would be none the wiser. He eased to his knees at the foot of the bed. Creeping up over the bed, he gently opened her legs and lowered his lips to her thigh. It was terribly thrilling and he started kissing first one thigh and then the other, pushing her legs farther apart as he moved upwards.
"Ummmm." Hannah moaned, instinctively lifting her ass from the bed. She had passed out, but the feel of a man's lips near her pussy started her juices flowing. Her cunt came open like the petals of a flower, ready to receive his tongue.
Brian smelled the delicious aroma of sex and slid his tongue into the narrow groove where her legs joined her torso. He wetted it freely and then moved across her puffy cuntlips to the groove on the other side. Hannah's cuntlips were already open and waiting when he finally slid his tongue into the deep cleft. It was wet and slippery in there and strong to the taste. Hannah's hips started moving with his licking and she was moaning softly, her hands coming down to tangle in his thick head of hair. My God, she likes it; the little slut likes it, Brian thought. Nice girls aren't supposed to even know about things like this, let alone enjoy it. He disregarded the fact that he was enjoying it, too, and that he was the one who had his mouth glued to her cunt. And then she was cumming. He knew she was cumming - her ass lifted from the bed, her legs clamped against his face, she was moaning and crying out. Hannah was cumming from the stimulation of his tongue, and she was cumming hard. He pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy and sucked in the juices flowing from her cunt.
When she went limp, he raised to his feet. He stood beside the bed, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her face up to his. "Kiss me, you cunt." he said, pressing his slime covered mouth against hers. Her eyes remained closed, her body limp.
"You're drunk, dead drunk." he cried. "You got loaded while I was gone!"
Her eyes fluttered open. "Loaded, got loaded, she muttered. "Need 'nother drink, honey. Get Hannah 'nother drink."
"I'll give you a drink, you bitch." Brian snarled, tearing open his fly. His prick was hard and rearing. He looked down, almost surprised that he was stiff. "If you want something to drink, take this and maybe it will give you something." He held her up by her hair and prodded at her lips with his cock.
Her mouth opened to his cock, her arms closing around his thighs. The head of his cock slipped easily into her mouth, and she instinctively started sucking, her tongue pulling his foreskin back off the head. It seemed a rich man like Brian Breedan could afford to be circumcised, she thought, although she liked it this way. His cock had such a strong taste and it was so pleasurable to push his foreskin back and reveal the crimson head all naked and alive. Hannah's numbed brain knew she was sucking a cock and she knew the reward for sucking a cock was what she wanted - the hot, sometimes salty, taste of cum. One arm released its grip on his leg and her hand found his prick. She started masturbating the portion of his prick that wasn't in her mouth.
"You filthy bitch," Brian stormed, "you want me to cum in your mouth, you filthy, drunken bitch!" He had intended to piss in her mouth, but his hardon wouldn't let him. And then he wanted to cum in her mouth, wanted to cum in her mouth, wanted to look down on her and watch her swallow the cum that poured from the end of his cock, wanted to see her degrade herself by drinking his sexual juice.
Hannah felt his cock grow rigid and push deeper into her mouth; her reward was at hand. And then his cum filled her mouth, gob after gob spurting wildly into her precious gullet. She swallowed and sucked for more while he scoffed at her with filthy words and fucked into her mouth like it was the cunt of a whore.
He pulled free of her suctioning mouth and looked down at his prick. It was still standing erect from his trousers. Hannah fell back on the bed, her mouth opening and closing. He wanted to smash his fist into her face, but he went to the bar instead and poured whiskey into a glass.
"Here's your drink, you slut, you filthy cocksucker." he said, again lifting her by her hair. He put the glass to her lips and she gulped convulsively, her hands coming up to grip the glass.
"Fuck me, Brian. I'm so hot. Fuck me now and make me cum." she said over the rim of the glass.
She remained upright when he let go of her hair, holding the glass to her lips, gulping at its fiery contents. When it was empty she fell back, the glass falling to her belly and rolling off onto the bed and then to the floor.
Brian had his pants and shorts off by then and he looked down at her spread-eagled and ready. He felt the urge to urinate and pissed onto her golden, body. He directed the stream ' over her belly, her tits, and then onto her face. "You whore, you wanton, cock-hungry whore, you piece of shit." he yelled, his eyes full of tears, "I love you."
He fell on top of her, his fingers finding her cunt. He was hard again and his prick went into her gash. It was wet and ready and swallowed all he had to offer. He hated her because he hadn't made her cum the first time he had his cock in her belly, and a man is supposed to make his woman cum with his cock.
"I'll fuck you, Hannah, fuck you until you scream for mercy!" he cried, although he knew he couldn't.
"Yes, fuck me, Brian. I love you... now fuck me."
What a marvelous day it has been, she thought, feeling his stiff prick deep inside her. It was a beautiful wedding, her wedding, and then an exquisite fuck before she even got out of her gown, and not with her husband, but with his brother-in-law while his pregnant sister got it doggy-fashion in the next room. And the wild ride up the mountain side. What a thrill to go over a hundred miles an hour. She had to try it with herself behind the wheel sometime... soon. Even the pleasant little screw, though unfulfilling after they arrived here had been good. And now he was on top of her again, his prick throbbing in her cunt, her Brian, her own private fucker. He was fucking her and it felt good, so very good.
Her eyes were closed and she imagined it was the cute bellboy fucking her. It didn't do any harm to fantasize while her husband fucked her; he didn't know, and it made her a more excited fuck for him. The whole idea was to stimulate him and make him cum.
Her passions were aflame. Drunk as she was, she could coast like this for hours, always on the crest of a shattering orgasm. And if she slipped over the edge into the never-never land of sexual bliss, it was never quite the peak she wanted and would start the climb to the top all over again.
"Brian, Brian, Brian," she moaned, almost incoherently. "Fuck me some more, make me cum again! Oh, Christ... I'm there! Do it, do it, don't stop!"
Brian knew she was cumming and felt a sense of pride, yet he was having difficulty making it himself. He felt the contractions in her cunt when she made it.
"Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn... never came so many times before!" she wailed, easing into still another and stronger orgasm. "Love cock, love fucking!"
Brian raised up and jerked out. He rolled her over onto her stomach. She went limp like a soggy washrag. Lust twisting his face, he spread her tender ass-cheeks apart and pushed his slimy cock against her tight ass. He didn't know it, but he was finally getting his cherry - the only one she had left - her virgin ass. The pucker string was tight, but he pressed savagely until his fat cock burst inside. He grimaced with pleasure; it was so tight, so excruciatingly tight. Hannah moaned with pain, yet lifted her ass to meet his insistent pressure. A perverse pleasure accompanied the pain that cried at her tender ass, and she knew she could cum even like this. Brian knew he would come, too, but he wanted his cock all the way in first and lunged into her. When he knew he was in to his balls, he started fucking, long hard strokes, and then he was cumming, cumming like he never had before.
Hannah felt his warm cum spurting inside her ass and raised up to deepen her impalement. She giggled into the pillow, feeling like a cherry on a skewer, even though she wasn't a cherry any more, anywhere. "Come some more," she moaned, "it feels so good." She didn't know if there was any difference between an anal orgasm and a pussy orgasm, but thought there must be because it felt different. Good, but different. It didn't peak and then taper off. It made her feel good all over, warm and tingly. "Don't stop now... do it some more," she said.
But he did stop. Brian had drained his balls and all he felt now was disgust, good old Midwestern Puritan disgust. It felt so good while he was doing it. Why did it feel so bad after he was done?
"Sock it to me, baby," Hannah said. "My ass wants some more."
Brian thought he would get sick. He pulled out. He got to his feet and went out on the balcony. "Don't leave me, darling. Fuck me some more." he heard Hannah say.
He sat in a big chair. She wasn't a virgin when they got married. She was one well-fucked broad. Only nineteen and probably fucked more times than he had. He still wore his shirt and fished for a cigarette, the vision of his virginal bride fading into nothingness. He lit the cigarette and imagined a man, any man, lying on top of Hannah, his stiff cock thrust up inside her. She moaned and wriggled with pleasure, trying to get the man's prick deeper, and then all of a sudden he had pulled out and she was sucking it, sucking another man's cock. The man grunted and hunched against her beautiful face and came, pouring his filthy slime into her mouth. Hannah moaned with desire and swallowed it.
Brian drug deeply on his cigarette and looked down at his crotch. He was surprised to see that he was erected. His hand wrapped around his turgid meat. God, he thought, I haven't jerked off since I was sixteen. His hand, slid slowly, lovingly up and down on his prick. He imagined Hannah when she was nine-years old... yes, she was beautiful even then - she was at a dance class in tight, red leotards, her tits straining in the thin fabric. Girls of nine don't have tits, he thought. She was standing in a corner with a little boy; she had his cock out in her tiny hand and she was masturbating him. The little boy squirted his white stuff onto her red leotards at the same instant that Brian squirted his cum onto his hand.
He heard a noise and turned. Hannah was at the bar. She's a drunk as well as a whore, he thought. He saw her drinking straight from the bottle and then she fell down. She didn't get up. He sat for a long time before he got up and went in to where she lay.
Brian pushed his wife over with his foot. She was so lovely, so desirable, even passed out cold, maybe even dead - he didn't really care which.
She lay motionless, totally inert, while he fucked her there on the floor. It was impossible, once a night had been his best, yet he was hard and throbbing inside her juiced-up pussy. He imagined he was someone else, maybe a stupid, worthless bellboy, and ejaculated inside her. He was in a state of shock and fucked her until he came again. This time he was a pony; no, a stallion with a huge red and purple cock that split her wide open. Afterwards, he got to his knees and hit her in the face with his fist. When he laid her gently on the bed her nose was bleeding. He hit her again. He went back to the balcony and sat down. The tears wouldn't stop; he cried like a baby. He decided that he was a monster. He had used his fists on a woman, his own wife, beaten her up because she liked his prick. It was natural for a woman to like a man's prick; that's what it was all about. He had taken his little virgin bride and broken her cherry and when she liked it, he hated her for it. She was much too good for him, he decided, and fell asleep. When Hannah awakened the next morning, Brian was already up and gone. She tried to roll over and cried out. The slightest movement hurt, and her mouth was dry and her head was splitting and she needed to piss. It took several minutes to get enough courage to raise herself to a standing position. She wasn't sure what all had happened to her, but her cunt felt like hamburger and walking was a royal pain - a royal pain in the ass. After relieving herself, she went to the mirror and cried out again at what she saw. Her upper lip was crusted with dry blood and she had a black eye to end all black eyes. She washed away the blood, careful not to touch her shiner because it was badly swollen and hurt even without touching it.
Bewildered and disillusioned, she filled the huge sunken tub with hot water and let her aching body down into the soothing warmth. She was immersed, her eyes closed, when Brian returned to the suite.
He was standing beside the tub when she heard him. Her eyes flew open. "Brian! What happened to me? Look at my eye. It hurts! I'm hurt!" she cried. "You, uh... you got terribly drunk last night, darling. You fell and hit your face against the arm of a chair."
She felt confused. Why hadn't he cleaned her up and taken care of her. Why was he gone when she woke up? "And my head is splitting." she said.
"I said you got drunk. Are you too stupid to figure out that you have a hangover?" he said curtly.
That's it. He's angry with me for getting drunk on our wedding night. He hates me. "I'm so ashamed of myself." she said.
Brian turned so he wouldn't have to look at her. He was ashamed, too, but he had started the charade of what happened and he would have to carry it through.
"Would you get me an aspirin or something?" she asked timidly.
"Of course, darling." he said, and then looked at her coldly.
"You're sorry, aren't you?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, darling."
"Never again." she said softly, looking down at the water to avoid his glaring eyes.
When she emerged from the tub, Brian was still standing in the doorway. "We're going horseback riding as soon as you're dressed." he said.
"I can't go horseback riding. I feel terrible, and besides, I don't know how to ride a horse."
"You can learn." he said.
He sat and smoked while she got dressed to go riding.
On the way to the elevator, Hannah stopped. "I forgot something in the room. I'll be right back." she said.
"Well, hurry it up. We're late now."
She went back to the suite and went straight to the bar. "The hair of the dog." she said, and gulped down two shots.
By the time they got to the lobby, she felt better, but Brian wouldn't let her eat any breakfast. Said there wasn't time; if she expected breakfast she shouldn't lay in bed all day. It was eight-thirty-two.
Brian was an expert horseman and they rode until noon. They had a light lunch when they got back to the hotel, and even though Hannah was starved, she didn't mind because it hurt so bad to sit down that she couldn't eat, anyway.
"We'll rest for forty-five minutes and then play some tennis." Brian said as he finished his tea.
"I don't know how to play tennis." Hannah said.
"I'll teach you." Brian said.
Exactly forty-eight minutes later, they were on the tennis court. He tutored her for an hour. Hannah learned quickly and was doing quite well, but Brian was an outstanding tennis player and was soon bored. He told her to sit down and rest while he played a set with a more experienced player. The more experienced player turned out to be an attractive, very rich widow of forty-one. The set lasted until six that evening. Hannah lay on her stomach in the grass and watched, seething with jealousy. Brian invited the woman to dine with them and afterwards they played bridge. Hannah didn't know how to play bridge, either, and sat watching until nine, when Brian got up from the table and announced it was bed time; they had to get an early start in the morning. He didn't fuck her that night.
The next day started at six a.m. and was a repeat of the day before, except they played golf instead of tennis. The widow was an excellent golfer, as was Brian. Hannah played along behind. The bridge game lasted until ten, and again Brian didn't fuck her. He turned his back at the far side of the bed and went immediately to sleep. By the end of the third day, horseback riding no longer chafed the insides of her thighs raw; she was an expert at watching a tennis game and tagging behind on a golf course, and she could eat all she wanted at dinner because Brian didn't notice - his attention was focused on the widow's pearly smile and the cleavage the big-titted woman flaunted. Hannah wouldn't have been surprised if he had spent the night in her bed, but he didn't. He went dutifully to bed with his bride, though he didn't touch her.
Hannah was miserable. She was lonely and jealous and bored. And she was horny.
She couldn't sleep on that third night, and it was after midnight when she crawled from bed and went out onto the balcony. She looked down at the inviting pool shimmering in the pale moonlight and decided she wanted to go swimming. Hannah loved swimming, but they hadn't been near the pool because Brian didn't care for the water. She went back into the bedroom, checked to make sure Brian was asleep, and slipped into a tiny white bikini that covered little. She went to the bar and downed a couple of shots of whiskey, then grabbed the bottle and slipped silently from the room. When she got to the pool, it was no longer deserted. There was a lone swimmer coursing through the brilliant water. Hannah stood at the edge, clutching her bottle, watching him streak through the water. He completed four laps before he noticed her standing there. He swerved to the edge and hung in the water looking up at her.
"Hi, Kind of late for you to be out." he said, looking behind her. "Where's your husband?"
"What are you doing in the pool?" Hannah said coldly. "I thought you were one of the help."
"I have a couple of days off and since the paying customers usually don't swim at this hour, thought I'd take a little workout before driving down to the city for some action. Come on in. The water's fine."
Hannah looked down her nose at the bellboy who had stood and watched her in her doorway. He is good-looking, she thought, but such a peasant. She tilted the whiskey bottle to her lips and took a long drink, set it carefully beside the pool, and plunged into the water.
When she broke the surface at the other side, the bellboy was already waiting for her. "What took so long?" he said.
Hannah tossed her hair with a flip of her head. "Go away, sonny, you bore me."
"Where's hubby tonight. You're usually tagging along somewhere behind him.
"He's in bed - asleep."
"Who with? That rich widow with the big tits?"
Hannah spit at him, catching him in the face.
He grinned, wiping the spit from his eyes. "Hit a sore spot, huh?" he said.
"I hate you."
"What you really mean, is that you love me."
"Shit!" Hannah said, and kicked away from the edge. He swam beside her to the other side.
"That's a nasty shiner you have. Hubby give it to you?" he said, easing up close to her.
"For your information, I tripped over one of your lousy rugs. Crummy help around here doesn't keep the damn place up properly."
He treaded water beside her and put his hands on her hips.
"Keep your hands to yourself." she said, pulling away. His touch sent a thrill up her spine. It had been three days since her husband had so much as touched her.
She moved several feet away from the boy, grabbed the edge of the pool, and turned back to face him again. "Why did you come up to our suite the other day? We hadn't ordered anything."
He moved close to her, his arm draped in the drain trough. "I saw you when you first came in and then when I saw your husband back down in the lobby without you, I decided to get another look at you without him there. I didn't expect to see quite that much of you." He had his free hand on her hip again.
Hannah blushed at the memory. "Fuck you, too." she said.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." he said.
"You're a nasty boy. In fact, you're terrible."
They were very close in the water. He had his arm around her, his hand moving up and down on her back, yet she didn't move away. She remained motionless when he kissed her. "You shouldn't have done that." she said. When he kissed her again, his hand slid inside the back of her bikini, his finger resting deep in the cleavage of her ass. Still she didn't move away.
He knew she wanted to fuck as bad as he did, and he wanted her to show it. But she didn't. She remained unmoving. His cock was hard and pounding, and it was bent uncomfortably inside his brief trunks. He finally decided she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he sought and moved away in the water. Snooty little bitch, he thought, and pushed his trunks down his legs. He went under water for a moment and when he came up his trunks were slowly sinking to the bottom.
Hannah watched him, not sure what he was up to. When he came to her again, and his cock touched her leg, she knew. "You're probably the dirtiest boy I've ever met." she said.
"Call me Bob, and I'll call you Hannah." he said.
"How do you know my name?"
"Bellhops know everything."
The water was warm, but chills ran up her spine. The feel of his hard prick against her thigh was too much, and her hand moved under the water until she could circle his cock with her fingers.
"You're despicable. Go away and leave me alone." she said, her hand tightening its grip.
"I can't. You're holding me too tight." He was grinning. He knew he had her now.
His prick was quite long, though perhaps a trifle slender, and incredibly hard. "Bob! It's so long." she said.
"All the better to fuck you with, my dear." he answered.
Hannah wanted him to fuck her, wanted it desperately, yet she moved her hand furiously on his cock, well aware of what it would do.
"Not too fast, baby, you'll make me cum." he cried.
"Yes!" she hissed.
"Stop, stop! I'm almost there!" And then he was there. His cum spurted out and trailed off into long strings under the water. She kept pumping. Bob kept cumming.
"Jesus Christ," he snorted, pulling away from her, "why in the fuck did you do that?"
"So you'll leave me alone, you stupid prick." she snarled. She pushed away from the pool edge and turned to swim the long way. Because I lost my head, you dummy, she thought bitterly. I didn't want you to cum, either. She directed her venom to her swimming.
Bob pulled himself onto the bank. "Stupid, crazy, fucking bitch," he said, and then he noticed her bottle. He picked it up and took a long, hard pull. Hannah lapped the pool twice and then stopped in the middle. She floated loosely in the water, watching him drink from her bottle. The top to her bikini came off first. Her head didn't go under while she pushed down the bottoms. She looked down into the water and watched them sink to the bottom, and then swam to where Bob was sitting. She came up between his legs, which were dangling over the edge, and raised herself enough to get her hand on his prick.
"You won't get any satisfaction from that." he snarled, "You made damn certain of that."
"I might." she said, lifting herself further from the water. Her head came level with her hand. She drew him into her mouth.
He looked down with astonishment to see her face buried tightly in his crotch. "Baby." he groaned, "you might at that. Suck it good, honey." He felt her warm mouth surrounding his cock and knew he would get hard again. "I knew you were easy when you opened your robe the other day, that's why I was so surprised when you jerked me off in the water. Hot broads usually want theirs first. Suck it good, baby, he's coming up."
Hannah was thrilled to feel his prick in her mouth, and it was always better to start with it soft, to feel it stiffen and grow hard and pulse. It was pulsing now, and she eased down on it until the knob was almost in her throat. She had the urge to vomit, but suppressed it and let it go deeper.
"Jesus Christ, baby, you're gonna make me cum again!" he cried.
She pulled back then, letting his cock swing free. "Let me get out of the pool. We can do it on one of the lounge chairs."
She moved to his left and pulled herself out of the water. She got quickly to her feet. "Bring the bottle." she said, and walked to one of the big, cushioned deck chairs. The young man watched her walk away, her hips swaying, her ass bobbing. Christ, he thought, this has got to be one great fuck. I never saw a broad built any better. He got to his feet and picked up the bottle.
She lay spread out, her knees bent open to display her pussy. "Sit down beside me. I haven't decided if I want to go all the way. And let me have a drink."
He handed her the bottle. "Who in the hell do you think you're kidding, baby?" he said. "You want it worse than I do."
She took a long drink of whiskey. "Do you have any cigarettes?" she asked.
"Over there in my robe."
"Would you get me one?"
"Christ on a crutch!" he snarled, yet he got up and walked around the pool to get his cigarettes. He had two already lit when he got back. She reached up and took one.
"Sit down beside me." she said. Her hand wrapped around his cock, which was soft again, when he sat. "Play with my cunt."
He let his hand slide across her belly and down to her pussy. Her thighs closed against him. Her hair was still wet from the pool, but her cunt was wet from arousal. It was all slick inside and opened to receive his finger.
"That feels good. Push it all the way in. Ooooh, honey, that feels good ... sooo good!" she said, squeezing his cock. It was good and hard again.
"Since I've worked here, I've seen a lot of rich bitches with hot pants, but you're the hottest yet." He had two fingers in her cunt.
"Are they always married women?"
"Not always. Several have been young gals with their parents. One was only thirteen, and did she ever want it bad. So I gave it to her, compliments of the house.
"Once I had a mother and daughter in the same night. The old lady walked in while I was balling her kid. She was sixteen or seventeen and her old lady must have been fifty. She had been down in the bar for three hours while her old man went off riding or something and she was crocked to the gills. She flew into a hell of a rage when she caught us, but it was a cover-up because she hadn't been able to pick up a man in the bar. I ended up fucking her in the ass while her innocent little daughter watched."
Hannah squirmed against his hand, so hot she knew she had lost control. She wanted to be fucked and knew she would be fucked, yet had to play the game with herself. What's the use, she told herself, I've already been unfaithful to Brian. One more time won't hurt, but this is positively the last time. She was young, only nineteen, and in need of a man, a vibrant, hard man. Brian seemed so old all of a sudden, and he hadn't touched her in three days. She felt like she was all cunt.
"Let's fuck now." she said.
He continued finger-fucking her. "The married ones are always the best lays, though. Hotter and always more willing to do odd-ball things. You're on your honeymoon, ain't you?"
"Yes." Hannah whispered, feeling ashamed. "Why don't you just shut up and fuck me?"
"I never had one on her honeymoon before. They're usually too starry-eyed." He was teasing her now. "What's the matter? Your old man having trouble getting it up?"
Hannah sat up, his fingers still deep inside her cunt. "That's not funny. I think I'll go back to my room."
He roughly pushed her back down. "Don't get huffy, baby, or I might not screw you."
Hannah gasped when his fingers came from her cunt. She sighed when he quickly got on top of her and pushed the head of his prick against the wet cuntlips. Her arms went around his hips and her legs opened wider to let him in. He pushed and the fat head popped inside, followed quickly by the long, hard stem.
"Jesus, you're wet and slick in there." he said, feeling his cock slide easily all the way in.
"Yes, yes," she hissed, "my husband, who can't get it up, fucked me royally just before I came down to the pool." She felt she had to lie to him to save face, and hunched her ass to try and get more cock. There wasn't any more cock to get. She had it all. "Fuck me hard." she cried.
"You are one hot pussy." he said, starting a steady fucking rhythm.
Her cunt clasped his prick hungrily. He was amazed that she would be so tight; it went in so easily that he thought she would be a slop job, but her cunt was as tight as an ass. He knew he couldn't last long and hoped he could bring her off before he came.
He really didn't have to worry, because she cumming already. She moaned and twisted against the big, moving thing thrusting into her belly.
"You know," he said, trying to slow his pace, "your husband could be up there on his balcony watching us."
"Yes... he could, but don't stop." she gasped. She was on the verge of cumming again. "Oooh, that's so good. Keep fucking, keep fucking!" Her legs had gone up around his back.
"I'm getting close." he gasped.
"Okay... okay... okay." she cried. I'm there, too. You can cum inside me, I want to feel it." Her legs had gone straight up in the air, her arms wrapped around his neck, her ass lunging up to meet each thrust. And then she felt his wet, slick cum squirting inside her.
He pumped several times and went limp. "Ah, baby, that's what I call fucking." he gasped.
"Yes." she whispered, putting her mouth on his. She felt wonderful, relaxed and wonderful, and finally admitted it to herself. she liked being fucked more than anything else in the world and with any man. To hell with all the bullshit that always fucked up her mind. This was what it was all about; A stiff cock and a wet and ready pussy to take it in. She wanted him to fuck her again, right now.
"Can you do it again?" she asked.
"Actually, I'd have to say no." he said. "Besides, I have to get down to the city. Have commitments there."
"Surely you have time for a drink?" she said sarcastically.
"Not really," he said, sitting up, "but I'll take time, anyway." He picked up the bottle and took a swig and handed it to Hannah. She followed suit and passed it back.
They talked and passed the bottle back and forth until it was empty. They were both quite drunk.
"How you gonna get back up to your room?" he said, tossing the empty bottle into the shrubbery.
"Take the elevator. How else?"
"It could be embarrassing. You're naked and your suit's at the bottom of the pool."
"I'll dive in and get it." she said.
"It's in eight feet of water: You'll drown."
"Like shit." she said, getting to her feet. She raced for the pool, almost fell, and went awkwardly into the water. She came back up sputtering. "Too fuckin' deep." she said, barely getting to the edge of the pool.
Bob was standing beside the pool now. "My suit should be right down here somewhere."
"I think it drifted down to the middle with mine." she said.
"Shit." he said, then shrugged. "What the hell. I live in a cottage behind the hotel. I can get there without being seen, but you got a problem."
"Ever fuck a girl in the water?" Hannah said.
"No, can't say that I have."
"Now's your chance."
He looked down at her, her boobs halfway out of the water as if they were water wings holding her up. "I think I'll pass, baby. I have to get into town, and I couldn't get it up again, anyway." He waved at her and turned and walked away.
She watched him go into the tall shrubbery and pass from sight. She thought again about trying to retrieve her suit, but gave up the idea and pulled herself from the water. It might be tricky getting up to her suite, but it was late and she could take the stairs. She got to the fourth floor and inside her door. Breathing a heavy sigh, she pushed the door shut with her ass. She went to the bar and poured herself a drink. The liquor went down easily hitting bottom heavily. Her head started to spin.
"Hannah, is that you?" her husband's voice came from the bedroom.
"Yes, it's me." she said quickly.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I-I couldn't sleep. I went for a walk." she said. And got fucked, you bastard, she thought.
"Don't you know it's dangerous to wander about at this hour?" his voice said, still from the bedroom.
"I thought it would be safe here." she said.
"You're probably right. Nothing could happen to you here. Now come on to bed."
She finished her drink, took another straight from the bottle, and staggered in to her bed. Brian was already back asleep. Hannah crawled under the satin sheet and quickly passed out, a silly, satisfied grin on her face.
When Brian awakened at six, Hannah was sprawled nude, half on the bed, half off. He looked at her with distaste and went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water in the shower. Exactly eleven minutes later, he left the suite. He had hot tea and unbuttered toast in the coffee shop and then went directly to the stables. As he crossed the courtyard, he saw Lauren waiting for him. She smiled and waved. Brian had learned a great deal about Lauren Tessler in the past three days. She was forty-one years old and a widow. She married Abraham Tessler when she was twenty-two and he was sixty-seven. He died of a stroke at eighty-four, leaving her a wealthy woman. It had been a good marriage as May-December marriages go, and since Abraham had been active up to the end, her sexual contacts outside her marriage had been few, yet she wasn't the frustrated widow she led Brian to believe. She had a seventeen-year-old son who was a robust, sexually advanced boy. He called his mother Lauren and she called him Ronald darling. Lauren was quite the opposite of Hannah, with dark brown hair, flashing brown eyes, and a chubby face with deep dimples in both cheeks. Her body, naturally, was much fuller than Hannah's, though it was apparent that Hannah would be built much the same when she reached her forties. Brian was first attracted to her by her skill on the tennis court, and then her talent for bridge. He completely ignored his wife that night in bed. The next day, Lauren proved an excellent horseman and that afternoon she almost beat Brian at golf. Hannah tagged close behind, seething with jealousy. At bridge that night, she let her knee slip between his thighs under the table and it excited him so that he forgot about his young bride. He fantasized about Lauren the whole sleepless night.
On the third day, Hannah wasn't so persistent in keeping up, and he kissed Lauren for the first time. It was in the rough on the fourth hole; they were looking for Hannah's ball. Lauren melted her lush body against him and gladly let him kiss her. They played footsie through the whole bridge game that night. Brian felt the stirrings of illicit passion in his loins as he crossed the sunny courtyard. She was a magnificent-looking woman.
"Where is little Hannah this morning?" Lauren said, when he came up to her.
"She got drunk again last night. She won't be going with us." he answered.
"I'm glad." she purred, stepping in close to him. Her hands came up to the side of his head and pulled his face down to hers. After a long, hard kiss, she pulled back. "My late husband drank a good deal, too." she said.
Brian felt the blood pounding in his temples, and he was glad that Hannah was up on the bed drunk. The drunker the better. He slipped his arm around her waist and directed her into the stables. "Let's get our horses and go." he said.
Lauren was wearing skin-tight riding breeches and a white, long-sleeved blouse that was open at the neck where she wore a red silk scarf. Her large tits bulged against the white material, the nipples sticking out like little knobs.
"I felt naughty this morning and didn't wear a brassiere." she said.
"Yes, I noticed." he said.
"Do you like me this way?"
"You can't imagine how much." His hand had moved up until it was against the bottom of her heavy tit. He turned her to him and kissed her again Her mouth was open this time, and his tongue moved in as if it belonged there.
"Oh, Brian." she moaned, "I wish I had met you before Hannah."
"I do too." he gulped. He could feel her pussy mashing against his hardon. He gripped her ass in his hands and pulled her tighter.
She moved her belly back and forth against him, exciting him even more. As they hunched and kissed, she moved him backwards towards an open stall; she didn't bother to push the door closed. There was a horse blanket conveniently spread across a pile of straw and she pushed him over backwards and came down on top of him. She straddled him lewdly and started dry humping, her mouth covering his. She knew he would play hell getting her breeches off, and it excited her. She enjoyed it when a man had to work to get at her pussy.
"I think I love you, Brian." she said. "The catch and zipper is on the side."
"Oh, Jesus!" Brian said, his hand groping. He got the catch open and fumbled clumsily at the zipper, finally working it all the way down. She kept humping against him as he tried to push the breeches down her wide hips.
"Hurry, Brian, hurry." she gasped. "I need you so bad."
He was sweating profusely when he finally got them halfway down her thighs. He gripped the cheeks of her generous ass, his fingers sliding into the deep cleft and almost accidentally probing at her tight, puckered ass.
"Oh, God, that feels good. I never wear panties under riding pants. The coarse material feels so good against my cunt when I'm on horseback. I can actually cum that way. I'll raise up so you can get unzipped and take your prick out."
"Oh, Jesus." Brian said, fumbling at his fly. He got it out, but it wouldn't go between her thighs they were pressed together so tightly by the pants.
"You'll have to take them off." she said, rolling off him onto her back.
He got to his knees and tugged at her pants. "You'll have to take my boots of first, darling." she said. He got her boots off and then finally her riding pants. She spread her legs open and placed a hand on each fat thigh. "Kiss it, honey." she said.
Brian looked at the great hairy gash and hesitated.
Well, at least take your pants down and put something in it." she demanded.
He got his pants down to his knees and dropped on top of her. She found him with her hand and guided his cock into the wet, hairy mass between her thighs. Her cuntlips opened and sucked his cock inside. A squat, ugly young man stood at the door to the stall watching, his massive cock sticking from his dirty jeans. He grinned and wrapped his hand around his prick and stroked the thick foreskin off the huge, bulbous head. He knew that Brian Breedan would get it good; the widow Tessler was one fine fuck. He knew because he had fucked her here in this same stall the day that Brian and his bride had arrived and then again each night after the bridge game had ended.
Lauren gasped with pleasure as Brian's cock pushed in to the hilt. "Ooooh, it's been so long, darling, so long since I've had this." Her thighs came up against his hips as she locked her ankles behind his back. "Get it all in... I need it, I need it!
Her cunt closed like a vise around his cock and he knew he couldn't last long. He felt cum rising from his balls like a garden hose filling with water.
"Not yet... not yet!" Lauren gasped, driving her cunt up to meet his insipid thrusts. But it was too late, Brian's cock was spurting cum in gobs of saved-up lust.
She moaned with despair when he pulled out and his cock shriveled to nothing before her eyes.
"We'd better leave separately." Brian said, getting to his feet and adjusting his trousers. "We wouldn't want to be seen."
"Of course not." Lauren said, her cunt aching with desire. "Light me a cigarette before you go."
Brian lit a cigarette and stepped over and put it in her waiting fingers. And then he was gone. Lauren sighed and drew deeply on her cigarette.
She lay with her legs open and inviting, her mouth on the cigarette, when the ugly youth reappeared. His cock still hung from his open pants. It was easily ten inches long and not completely erect.
Lauren looked up at him and smiled. "Come in and close the door behind you." she said. "How long have you been watching?"
"For a while." he said, and giggled foolishly.
"Come here and kiss me, darling." she said, raising her knees and spreading the lips of her cunt with her fingers. "You're not afraid to kiss my cunt, are you?"
He came to her and kneeled between her legs. His ugly, pimple covered face lowered into her crotch. It was pungent and oozing Brian's cum.
"Eat my cunt, Donny, suck the rich man's cum out of my pussy and make me cum." she cried hoarsely.
"Eat the rich man's cum." Donny said, and pressed his mouth to her cunt. His tongue was thick and rough as it pushed up into her hole and one of his fat fingers had already found her ass.
Lauren grunted with animal pleasure, holding him tightly by the ears as he ate her out. She came very hard and pushed his head away. "Now use that magnificent cock on me!" she pleaded.
Donny got to his feet. "Have to piss first." he said. He stood where she could watch and peed until there was a large puddle, then he pulled at his cock until it stretched out to an unbelievable twelve inches. It jutted from his grimy jeans like an obscene club, its huge cockhead, bloated and purple, still half-sheathed in the thick foreskin.
"Lay down on me, Donny. Get it in quick... I need it!" Lauren cried, her eyes fixed on the huge column.
"Rich man not very good?" Donny asked.
"Rich man terrible, a bum fuck. Now do it like it's supposed to be done."
The ugly boy came down on top of her and pressed his fat lips to her mouth. She opened slightly and his coarse tongue rolled inside. Her hands grabbed at his monstrous cock, pressing the huge knob to her cunt. He hunched roughly and she squealed with pain and pleasure as her cuntlips gaped open and peeled back his foreskin.
"My God, you must be bigger than the horses you tend." she gasped when eight inches had been imbedded inside her.
"Big mare in next stall think so." Donny grunted hunching for more penetration.
"Not really?" Lauren cried.
"You've got to let me watch... ooh, that hurts!"
"Can't. Wrong time of month. Mare won't let me." He was pushing in the last two inches.
Lauren's legs splayed further apart. "Oh, Jesus, Donny... I think I can take it all this time. God, but it's good! Push it all in!" She felt the cold, sharp metal of his zipper and knew she had the whole foot inside her.
Donny liked it when he could get it all in. Most women couldn't take it all. He had better than nine inches when he was fourteen and had been fucking grown women since he was ten.
Lauren lay beneath him moaning, tears running from her eyes. After the second orgasm she had lost count, going into a daze of sexual bliss, one massive orgasm that didn't seem to end. She slipped slowly from reality, her body loose, yet still lifting to meet each thrust.
"Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum." Donny chanted, drawing part way out and then slamming back in. He felt the massive load of cum swell his prick and yanked out, and with the expertise of practice, guided his cock to her face where he squirted gob after gob of his thick, pasty slime over her lips. Her lips opened and he pressed his cock in and jacked off until he was dry.
The brutish boy stood and grinned at the job he had done, his teeth spaced like a picket fence. He grasped his cock and stretched the foreskin back into place, wiping the ooze with his hand and then onto his pants. He left the stall, stuffing his monstrous organ back into his pants.
Lauren roused from her stupor, her cunt still twitching, and struggled back into her skin-tight riding pants. Her pussy was sore. A hot tub and a gin and tonic were in order.
Hannah was still in bed when Brian returned. He decided he really hadn't enjoyed it with Lauren like he thought he would. It had been too quick, and she had been too aggressive, and the pangs of guilt gnawed at him. He felt even worse after he got Hannah up and watched her bent over the stool. She was a very sick girl. It was almost noon when he got her dressed and down to the coffee shop when he forced her to eat a soft boiled egg and drink several cups of black coffee. It didn't seem to help. She still felt terrible.
Lauren saw them in the coffee shop. The bath had done wonders; she felt marvelous. "You look terrible, Hannah." she said. "What you need is a drink."
"My God, Lauren, that's what's the matter with her now! Too much to drink." Brian exclaimed.
"Sometimes a little hair of the dog is the only remedy." She took Hannah by the arm. "Come along, Hannah, Lauren will make you feel better."
Hannah wobbled to her feet and followed Lauren into the bar. She was too sick to do anything else.
The bar was deserted. Lauren pushed Hannah into a booth and ordered her a double shot. Hannah gagged and almost threw up, but she got it down. She was working on her second one when Brian arrived.
"Slide. in here beside me, Brian." Lauren said
He slid in, a worried look on his face. "Is she going to be okay?"
"She'll be fine." Lauren said. She half-turned and put her mouth against Brian's. Her tongue glided into his mouth.
He jerked back. "Lauren, don't. Not in front of... His voice trailed off.
Lauren dropped her hand under the table and put it on Brian's knee, inching upwards until her palm rested softly on his cock. An hour ago, she thought she had had enough for one day, but it was terribly exciting to make a play for Brian with his sick little bride watching. She pulled his hand down under her skirt onto her bare thigh.
Brian puffed back at first, but then relaxed and let her push it up her thigh to her crotch. She hadn't worn panties and her legs opened.
"Play with me," she whispered, "but be gentle, I'm a little sore. You're so big down there."
Brian felt a stupid pride as his male ego swelled. He massaged her softly, probing at her hairy hole. He soon had two fingers deep in her cunt, his guilt forgotten. Lauren smiled with pleasure, moaning softly, while Hannah, oblivious to it all, nursed at her third whiskey.
"I have an idea. Let's all go swimming, it's such a nice day," Lauren said, leaning back and enjoying Brian's fingers in her cunt.
"Oh, I don't think so. Hannah feels so bad." Brian said.
"I'm feeling better." Hannah said, looking up from the table. "Yes, I think I'd like to go swimming."
They went to their respective suites to get ready. Brian was in his trunks, getting the towels when Lauren came in. She came right in the bedroom. She was wearing a tiny white bikini that covered nothing but her big brown nipples and most of her pussy hair, the rest of which crept out around the edges. She had a marvelous tan. Her body was so full that it was breathtaking, yet not bulgy and hanging with loose fat. Everything, as much as it was, seemed to be necessary. Her long brown hair flowed to the middle of her back. Her huge tits bulged and flopped and looked like they would pull her over onto her face.
She approached Brian and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, darling." she said.
"Hannah will be out of the bathroom in a minute." Brian said.
"Kiss me." she said again.
He kissed her hard on the mouth, and before he knew what she was doing, her hand was inside his trunks. She grasped his cock and thrilled at the feel of it swelling in her hand.
Hannah came out of the bathroom. "Oh." she said softly.
Brian jerked back, pulling her hand from his trunks. He turned away and pushed his cock back in place. Hannah wasn't looking at Brian, though. Her eyes were on Lauren.
"God, you look sexy." she said.
You're not too bad yourself." Lauren said with a smile.
Hannah's bikini was red, and if it didn't reveal as much as Lauren's, it was only because there wasn't as much to reveal.
"Let's go." Lauren said, taking Brian's hand.
Hannah quickly took his other hand.
They found a table at poolside and Lauren and Brian sat down. "I'm going in." Hannah cried and raced for the pool.
"I hoped you would." Lauren said.
"I hate the water and I don't swim very well." Brian said. "I'm staying right here."
"I hoped you would." Lauren said.
The waiter came by the table and Lauren ordered martinis for everyone.
"You'd better slow it down, Lauren. Hannah will get drunk again," Brian said.
"Yes," Lauren answered. "Very drunk, I hope."
Brian realized what she was doing and gave her a strange look, yet he didn't change the order.
"Hannah seems to be having such a good time in the water, why don't we go for a walk?" Lauren said.
"I'm afraid it would be a little too obvious."
"More obvious than this?" Lauren said, leaning forward and putting her hand on his crotch.
"My God, Lauren, not in public." Brian cried.
She pulled her chair closer and pushed a finger inside the leg band of his trunks. "I'd let you fuck me right here and now if you wanted to." she said huskily.
She didn't remove her finger when Hannah came up, dripping wet. Hannah glanced quickly, noticing both the finger and the bulge in her husband's trunks. She diverted her eyes to the martini on the table. "For me?" she asked, and lifted it to her lips. "I'm going back in." she said when the glass was empty. "A couple of boys found a pair of swim suits on the bottom of the pool."
"How did they get there?" Brian asked.
"Looks like someone took a midnight swim, or something. One was a boy's suit, the other a girl's." Hannah answered, her eyes sparkling.
"Right here in the pool?" Lauren said, her finger curling down under Brian's cool balls. "It's terrible what some people will do."
"Order me another drink. I'm going-back in to see if they find anything else." Hannah said. She knew they wouldn't, but it was embarrassing to stand there while Lauren tickled her husband's cock with her finger. She plunged back into the water.
Lauren waved at the waiter with her free hand.
Brian moved back, pulling her finger from his trunks. "Lauren, you've got to stop that."
"I wish you'd let me take it out right here."
"Well, I won't." Brian said.
"If you would, I'd get down on my hands and knees and suck it."
The waiter had arrived and Brian turned red. Lauren looked up and said, "Another martini, please." She smiled, and put her hand back on Brian's crotch. "Just one." she added.
The waiter walked away unruffled. He had watched the decadent rich play their perverted games many times before. His cock bulged hard against his pants.
When Hannah returned, Brian had scooted his chair away from Lauren's. "Let's go and get dressed." he said.
"I have a full drink." Hannah said, taking the glass in both hands.
"Well, then, drink it. I'll get sunburned if I stay any longer." he snapped.
Hannah poured the drink down and took Brian's hand. "Okay, let's go." she said. "I feel great now, and I'm starved. I want to take a shower and then we can have lunch."
Lauren got up and took Brian's other hand. "I'll come up with you while you change." she said.
Brian opened the door and Hannah went to the bedroom. Lauren stopped and took Brian's arm, pulling him around to face her. He stiffened for a moment, then stepped close to kiss her.
"Wait." she said, stepping back, and pushed the straps off her shoulders. Her huge tits were bare when she stepped close and pressed them against his hairy chest.
"Lauren, don't! Hannah will suspect something." he said stupidly.
"Kiss me, Brian."
While her tongue slid into his open mouth, she put her thumbs inside his trunks and pushed downward.
"Lauren! We can't... not now... not here." he gasped. His cock was already sticking straight out, his trunks bunched just below his balls.
"Just let me feel it." Lauren whispered, her hand already manipulating the foreskin.
Her other hand undid the tie at the side of her bikini. It came loose and went quickly to her ankles. She spread her legs for an instant and then closed her fat thighs around his hard cock.
"We're standing in the hall... we haven't time..."
"I know, darling, but it will make it better for later, after Hannah is good and drunk."
"Lauren, Lauren," Brian gasped, feeling his cock brush against her pussylips.
"We'll get her bombed and then have the whole night to ourselves while she sleeps it off."
"Yes, God yes." Brian gasped, nuzzling his hard cock in the thick, wet hair.
Lauren grasped his cock. "Put it in, just a little." she moaned. She already had it in, just a little; she wanted a little more.
Brian pushed her against the door and grasped an ass cheek in each hand and gave her a little more. With her arms locked around his neck, she lifted herself and hooked her feet behind his calves, splaying her cunt.
"Fuck me, Brian, fuck me!" she screamed, hunching against him. Brian closed his eyes and sighed. It was wonderful the way her cunt pulled his foreskin all the way up when she lifted, and the way it peeled it back down when she let her weight push him to the hilt.
"You don't have to hold back. I'll cum quick like this." Lauren said, gasping for breath.
"I couldn't hold back, anyway." Brian snorted. Lauren was almost there when they heard Hannah's voice calling from the bedroom. "Oh, my God." Brian said, and jerked backwards, pulling his prick from her sucking pussy. He pulled up on his trunks and dashed for the bedroom.
Lauren gasped for air, her face, a mask of disappointment and hatred. "Run, you, chicken shit bastard." she snarled at his retreating ass.
When Brian rushed into the bedroom, Hannah was just pulling the pants to her pant suit up her legs. She wore no panties and the dark patch of hair was almost visible through the white slacks. She giggled, "Don't want a panty line to show." Then she looked at Brian. "You're still in your trunks."
"Uh, yes," he said, "go and have a drink. I'll be right out."
Hannah checked herself in the mirror and stepped into the living room. She stopped, a gasp on her lips. Lauren was sitting in a chair facing the door. She had pulled the tiny top to her bikini back into place, but the bottom was still out in the hall, and she sat with her legs pulled up, her hand between her legs. The thick hair spilled between her fingers as she jacked off.
Hannah stood watching, her mouth hinging open. Lauren looked up, her breathing hard and fast. "Can I get you a drink, Hannah?" she said without stopping her hand.
Hannah was dumbfounded, still she said calmly, "You seem to be busy. I'll get you one." She went to the bar and half-filled two glasses with whiskey.
Lauren got up from the chair and went behind the bar. "You're sweet," she said, taking the glass. Then she put her mouth to Hannah's and kissed her lightly. "And you're a beautiful child."
"You're - you're beautiful, too." Hannah said, not sure how she felt. She tingled, she knew that.
Lauren kissed her again, harder this time, and took Hannah's soft hand and pressed it to her cunt. Hannah bit her lip, but didn't pull back. "Feel it, darling, it's all excited." Lauren said.
"Brian won't approve of this." Hannah said softly, her fingers timidly feeling the wet hair.
"Probably not but do it anyway. He's in another room."
Hannah closed her eyes and put the glass to her lips while her hand slid through Lauren's hair into the deep groove between her pussy lips. Hannah had never felt another woman's cunt before, and it was exciting. When Hannah put her glass on the bar, she already had one finger pushed into Lauren's wet, slippery hole.
Lauren bowed her legs and gripped the bar with one hand. "You sweet, adorable child." she hissed. "Finger-fuck me! Make me cum!"
Hannah felt her own lust rising and her clit tingle and harden. "Reach into my slacks and feel me, too, and I will." she gasped, thrusting a second finger inside Lauren.
Lauren thrust her hand inside Hannah's slacks. She moved through the hair and found the slit wet. She moved into her cunt and found it slippery. The two women stood grunting, hunching against the other's hand, finger-fucking like the wantons they were.
"I got Brian's prick where your fingers are while you were taking your shower." Lauren said.
Hannah's eyes were closed. She was already getting close and, in her condition, didn't really give a damn about Brian.
"We were still in the hall, and he had it all the way in," Lauren gasped, heaving her hips against Hannah's fucking fingers. "You called out and he jerked out and went running. He didn't cum... neither did I." She had her eyes closed too, and was panting.
"He's my husband, he loves me." Hannah said. "Ooooh, Lauren, I'm cumming! It's GOOD, good, good!"
The two women embraced and kissed, hard and long. "Me too, me too!" Lauren mumbled. They quivered and melted into one, each with two fingers buried in the other's cunt.
When the thrill had passed, Lauren backed away and said, "I'd better get the rest of my suit on. Brian will be out any minute." Her face was flushed and she was still short of breath.
Hannah watched Lauren's plump ass wag as she raced for the door. Her fingers came to her nose and she sniffed. Almost unconsciously, she slipped the fingers into her mouth, sucking the pungent juice. She was still very excited and picked up her glass and drained it.
When Brian stepped from the bedroom in white slacks and blue blazer, Hannah was sitting in a chair, another drink in hand. Lauren stood behind the chair, gently massaging Hannah's shoulders.
"You two go and eat. I'll dress and meet you in the dining room." Lauren said.
By the time Lauren joined them, they had finished lunch and were in the bar. Brian saw her enter and ordered three fresh drinks. The lunch had sobered Hannah, but Brian ordered every time she emptied her glass and she built up a head of steam fast. They spent the rest of the afternoon in the bar, and Brian was a little high himself.
"My God, she holds a lot of booze." Lauren whispered.
"We'd better get her upstairs. She's really loaded." Brian said. He had a little trouble getting to his feet.
"You better slow down, Brian." Lauren said.
Hannah was really plastered and they had to all but carry her. Her eyes were glazed and half closed, and she mumbled incoherently. Brian was puffing breathlessly when they finally tumbled her into a large chair.
"Kiss me, Brian." Lauren cried, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Not here, not in front of Hannah."
"She's out of it, honey. She'll never know. I've wanted you all afternoon."
They kissed hard, their tongues mingling wetly. Brian felt woozy. He felt Lauren's hand at his fly. His cock slid from his pants into her hand.
"Brian, I want you to fuck me right here in front of Hannah." Lauren cried.
"No, no, not in front of Hannah." Brian gasped.
"Yes, yes, in front of Hannah!" Lauren pushed him backwards and he went over onto the floor. She was on top of him instantly, a leg on each side of his hips. She lifted her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. Brian moaned helplessly as she pushed his cock into her cunt.
Lauren knew she would cum this time. She always came quick when she was on top. She rammed herself onto his cock, wondering why the more she got, the more she wanted. It was a quick orgasm and not too satisfying. She knew she would need more.
She left Brian lying on his back, his hard cock waving in the air, and went on hands and knees to where Hannah was slouched. "Did you see it, Hannah? Did you see Brian's prick in my cunt?"
Hannah's eyes popped open. "Saw't." she snorted. Her eyes closed again.
"Did it make you jealous?" Lauren asked.
Hannah's eyes remained closed. "Need drinkee."
"I'll get you one." Lauren said, getting to her feet.
She brought a glass of whiskey and pressed it into Hannah's limp hand, then she knelt again and slowly peeled Hannah's slacks down her legs. She pushed Hannah's legs apart and lowered her head to her crotch.
"Ooooh." Hannah moaned as Lauren's tongue glided into her cunt, and dropped the glass of whiskey. She hunched against the tongue fucking her cunt, mumbled a string of obscenities, and had an intense orgasm. She passed out cold immediately.
"You have such a sweet pussy." Lauren cooed, lifting from the dripping slit.
Brian sat dumfounded, his cock in his hand still hard. "You-you." he stammered.
"I kissed your wife's cunt and made her feel good. Now put your prick away and come on. We'd better get some food down you. I have big plans for you tonight."
Brian followed her meekly, glancing guiltily at his young wife sprawled half-naked in the chair.
They went to the dining room and ate a big dinner. When they returned, Hannah was exactly as they had left her. Brian and Lauren stripped and went into the bedroom and fucked wildly. She got him up one more time by sucking his cock and they fucked again.
When Brian awakened the next day, Lauren was gone. He went into the next room and found Hannah still slouched awkwardly in the chair. Waking her gently, he helped her to her feet. He gave her a hot bath and had a light breakfast sent up. He sat on the edge of her bed while she ate sparingly. The arrows of guilt sank deep. He was an honorable man; how could he have done such a thing?
Hannah wallowed in his attention. She couldn't be mad at him because she really couldn't remember what happened. All she knew for sure was that she had gotten terribly drunk and was paying dearly for the luxury.
By evening, she felt much better and Brian told her that they were leaving. They would go back to the city in the morning and then fly to Paris or some such exotic place for the remainder of their honeymoon. He didn't mention that Lauren had already gone back to the city.
"I heard about a quaint little tavern not far from here, less than a mile." he said. "We can eat dinner here and then go and have a drink, just one, mind you, and dance."
"Oh, Brian, it sounds wonderful."
"It's close, so we can walk and on the way back hold hands and neck and make love... anything that comes to mind."
After dinner, they trudged hand in hand down the dusty road. It was a clear, moonlit night and the air was cool and refreshing. The tavern had a small dance floor and a live three-piece-band. They had their drink and danced, snuggling close and necking openly on the postage-stamp floor. They were the only couple.
Brian's guilt had not gone away and he drank heavier than usual in an attempt to drown his conscience. Hannah drank very sparingly, nursing each drink at least an hour. As he got drunker, Brian grew horny and took many liberties with his young wife. Hannah didn't try to stop him, even though they were the only ones there and on display for all the employees. He had never been so ardent, even alone. He put both arms around her waist and gripped the cheeks of her ass on the dance floor, and sat close to her at their table, running his hands up under her skirt. She went to the women's room and removed her bra and let him kiss her nipples through her blouse. She got very hot and wanted to go, but Brian continued drinking.
By midnight, he was out of it. His eyes grew glassy and he slumped forward and passed out with his head in his arms. Hannah wanted to cry. She went to the bartender for help. Bartenders are always sympathetic and helpful.
"My husband has passed out." she said.
"That's tough, lady." the bartender said.
"But we walked over here from the hotel. How will I get him back?"
"You could drag the bastard by his feet. He ain't too big." He sucked on his soggy cigar and continued wiping glasses. "Or better yet, you can let him sleep it off where he's at and come in the back room with me."
"That was uncalled for, Harry." the piano player, who had just walked over, said. "The lady has a problem. You don't need to get nasty." He was a big man of about forty, good-looking except for his nose, which was bent to one side like a fighter that had taken one punch too many. Actually, he was a high school English teacher. He came up here every summer to earn extra money.
In deference to the English teacher's size, the bartender scowled and moved sullenly down the bar.
"I heard your problem and perhaps I can be of assistance. I have a car and I'll be glad to help you get your husband back to the hotel. It's a dead night anyway, and we'll close up early." He took one of her tiny hands in his. "Now climb up on that bar stool and have a drink. We'll play another medley and call it a night."
"But my husband...."
"He's fine where he's at." The big piano player took her by the waist and lifted her easily onto the stool. "Bring the lady a drink, Harry." he called to the bartender.
The band played for another hour, and Hannah had five drinks. She grew very talkative and gay, dancing with each of the band members and even finally consented to dance the last number with the bartender. The bartender held her very tight, apologized for being rude, and then cupped her left tit in one of his beefy hands. She slapped his face, but giggled when she did it, and let him kiss her and feel the other tit while the band packed up their instruments
"My name is Alex, and I'm an English teacher by profession, not a piano player," Alex said after he had loaded Brian into his back seat.
Hannah got into the front seat with Alex, her head spinning with excitement. "I just knew you were more than a piano player."
"What's wrong with being a piano player?"
"Oh, nothing, I guess. But, well, it's so much more dignified to be an English teacher."
"Swell." Alex said.
With the car in motion, Hannah relaxed. She liked riding in a car at night. "Don't let me fall asleep." she said, "I'm just a little drunk."
"You're just a whole lot beautiful, too." Alex said.
Hannah blushed. "Thank you." she said softly. It was different with this man, at least different than with the fat bartender, who she could let kiss her, and even feel her tits, but this man made the heat rise in her belly and the juices flow in her cunt.
"Are you married?" she said.
"Yes. I have a wife and three kids."
"Oh." Hannah said, "Well, so am I... married, I mean. No kids."
"I know you're married." Alex said, jerking his thumb towards the back seat. "At least you said he was your husband."
"Oh, he is. We're on our honeymoon." She giggled again. "He made some pretty romantic promises for tonight."
"And now he can't perform." Alex said.
Alex pulled the car into the hotel driveway. "We're here already."
"Oh." Hannah said.
"Is there a back stairway? It would be more discreet."
"Yes, over by the pool. Just keep going, don't turn here."
With Alex's help, she got him upstairs and into bed. They even undressed him and tucked him in. Hannah looked down at her husband and turned off the light, and taking Alex by the hand, tiptoed from the room.
"You've been so kind, Alex. Can I get you a drink before you leave?"
"I could use one." he said.
"Scotch on the rocks okay? It's good Scotch."
"Scotch is fine." he said.
Hannah brought the drinks and sat beside him on the couch. He really was rather handsome, in spite of his nose, and he was so big and masculine. A tiny shiver raced down her spine.
They made a toast, something about people helping other people, and emptied their glasses. She poured two more, sitting a little closer when she returned.
His arm, resting on the back of the couch, dropped to her shoulder, his hand gripping her soft arm. She went willingly into his arms. If he wanted to kiss her, she wouldn't object. He deserved something for his trouble. He kissed her hard, his hand sliding under her arm to cup one of her tits. While his tongue played between her lips, she let him fondle her, but when his other hand dropped on her knee, she closed her legs. She pulled away and got to her feet. The fire was building inside her, the fire that always destroyed her will power and ended with a wild fuck session.
"I'd better check on Brian." she said, her face flushed.
Alex leaned back, unprotesting. He knew she was hot, knew she needed what her husband couldn't give her. It would take a little more time, but he had all night. She was hot for a fuck, even the sloppy bartender could fuck her if he was sitting here now. Alex knew that.
Hannah stood, brushing her skirt down with both hands, calming her wobbling knees and then went to the door of the bedroom. Brian was sleeping peacefully, like an angel unaware of the sin around him.
How could she cheat on him after he had been so sweet? It wasn't his fault that he had drunk too much; she was all too guilty of that sin, too. And then she thought of the brazen widow Tessler, and vaguely recalled seeing Brian lying on the floor and the buxom hussy pulling up her dress and getting down on top of him and slowly easing down over his cock. She closed her eyes at the memory of her big open pussy swallowing up her husband's prick. "No, he wouldn't." she said softly, and went back to the bar and mixed two more, and with a throaty growl went back to the couch.
"Is he okay?" Alex said, taking the drink from her hand.
"Sleeping like a baby." She held up her glass and clinked it against Alex's. "To us." she said. She smiled at him with her eyes over the rim the glass, waiting for him to put his arm around but he didn't. Instead, he looked at his watch and said, "Hey, it's getting late."
After Alex had gone, Hannah lay beside her husband, fondling his limp prick and loosely sacked balls. Married life agreed with her, she decided. Married sex was so much better.
After the doctor left the examining room, she sat on the cold table deep in thought, the little white gown barely covering her charms. She giggled and fondled her pussy. It didn't feel any different, but the doctor had said the magic word: pregnant. Hannah Breedan was pregnant.
She sat on the cold table and tried to count back. After that first week they had flown to Paris and stayed a whole month, and then back to the city to a new sumptuous apartment for the past two months. God, had it been two whole months? The time went so quickly. And Brian had been a changed man after that first disastrous week, so kind and attentive and virile. She had seen practically no one since their return except Brian. They made love and went to the theatre and ate at expensive restaurants. It had been one romantic whirl. Her first clue that something was amiss was when she started waking up feeling irritable and nauseous. Brian told her to see the doctor. She hadn't even noticed that she hadn't had a period since her marriage. Hannah was a careless girl. She lifted the gown and looked at her tummy, still smooth and flat, and then thrust her leg out straight. It was a fine leg, and she wondered if she had excited the doctor. Probably not. He saw naked women all day long, but he was a man, and she was a woman. Oh, was she ever a woman. Hannah had been a faithful and loving wife for three whole months, yet the thought of seducing the doctor crept stealthily into her mind. He really wasn't bad looking, in a stuffy middle-aged way, and she was sure he had a prick. All men have pricks, and her pussy needed a prick. Brian was on a very trying case and he had neglected her three lonely days.
Hannah decided that she must be like her sister-in-law, Natalie. Being pregnant made her fee, horny. She wasn't by nature promiscuous, the last three months proved that, and here on her first visit she wanted the doctor to fuck her.
The door opened and a tough-looking nurse stuck her head in the room. "You can get dressed now. Make another appointment on your way out." she said. The door slammed shut.
Hannah slid dismally from the table, the floor icy cold against her bare feet, the hungry itch between her legs slowly withering away. She dressed quickly and went to her car.
On the way home, she realized that she didn't know whose baby it was. "Let's see..." she mused, "my father-in-law fucked me, and Mark fucked me, and Cedric-oh, that marvelous prick - fucked me, and the bellboy fucked me. That's four possibles, not counting the breast widow, but fingers don't count." She giggled and lifted her skirt and put her hand on her slightly swollen tummy, at least she imagined it was slightly swollen. "You little rascal, whose can you be? Surely not my husband's. Yes, you could be my husband's. I almost forgot, he fucked me, too. That's five."
When she told her husband, he was less than pleased. He didn't want to start a family so quick, and if there was anything that turned him off, it was a pregnant woman. He knew he wouldn't touch her again until after the baby was born. "Why in the hell weren't you taking the pill?" he asked angrily.
But it was a different story when they told his parents later that evening. Claude Breedan was rapturous. "Another Breedan, at last." he crooned. "It will be a boy. I know it will."
Hannah knew the old man thought it was surely his, but she doubted it. He was only one out of five that had a crack at it, and the odds favored her husband; he had fucked her the most. Besides, she was putting her money on Cedric and his monstrous hose, even if it had been a quickie. She managed to seduce her husband that night, but the following days turned into misery. He lost all interest in her sexually, and slept well on his side of the bed. He gave her a peck on the cheek upon retiring, and went immediately to sleep.
It was two weeks later when her sister-in-law came to call. "Well, well, well, little Hannah, it's your turn now." Natalie said, bursting into the apartment. "My, what a lovely place you have."
Hannah stood holding the door, staring at her lovely sister-in-law. Natalie's confinement was over; she had had a girl, and she was once again sleek and trim and very, very chic. Hannah felt drab in her presence. She was wearing a smock, a maternity smock, though she didn't yet need it, and that was all, barefoot and naked except for the smock. And though it was an expensive smock, she still felt like a country cousin beside Natalie.
"Close the door, darling, and get me a drink." Natalie said.
"Oh, yes." Hannah said, and closed the door.
"You do have something to drink?"
"Of course. What would you like?"
Natalie glanced across the room and saw the bar. "On second thought, you sit down. You're the one who's pregnant now. I'll do the honors. What would you like?"
Hannah had never had the nerve to argue with her domineering sister-in-law and went to the couch, her heavy tits wagging free under her smock, and sat down. "Just a coke, please."
"You need a drink, dear, I can tell."
"It's not good for the baby."
"Nonsense, pure fabricated nonsense." Natalie said. "I was drunk for the entire nine months, and you should see my little angel. She is perfect in every way, and beautiful beyond description."
"Whiskey and water." Hannah said timidly.
They were on their fourth drink and both quite high when Natalie moved to the couch beside Hannah and told her what a lovely young woman she was. "You know, after I got pregnant I was so turned on that I wanted to be fucked all the time, but it's back to normal now... dull."
Hannah blushed and said nothing. She was shocked to hear Natalie use four letter words, even after knowing how she acted while she was pregnant.
"You know, I never really cared much for sex; there was always so much else to do, and even after I got married, Cedric could always get it elsewhere, anyway. Incidentally, I watched him fuck you after your wedding."
Hannah reddened again. "Well, I watched your gigolo fuck you, too." she snorted defensively.
Natalie sipped from her drink, unperturbed. "After several years daddy started nagging for us to have a baby. I didn't tell him that Cedric and I had decided that it was time and that I was already pregnant. Poor daddy, he thought it was his until she was born. She is the picture of Cedric." Natalie glanced furtively at Hannah. "I've never told anyone this, Hannah, but I have to get it off my chest. A few days after I found out I was pregnant, I stopped by the house when I was very drunk and he fucked me. Yes, my own father fucked me. I'd always known that he was terribly lewd, and that he cheated on mother all the time, but I never suspected he would stoop to incest. The worst part was that I enjoyed it immensely. I was so ashamed." She glanced again at Hannah, expecting to see disgust; she saw none. "It only happened once, but I have to admit I wanted it to happen again. After that I couldn't get enough prick. You'd better not let him get you alone, Hannah, or he'll fuck you."
"He already has." Hannah said.
"God, I should have known." She put her hand on Hannah's knee. "You really like to fuck, don't you?"
"Yes, and not just when I'm pregnant." Hannah said defiantly, brushing Natalie's hand off her knee.
"Well, you're not very pregnant yet. You don't show at all."
"But I do! Look!" Hannah exclaimed, jumping to her feet and lifting her dress high above her waist.
"Hannah, you're lovely." Natalie gasped.
Hannah blushed redder than before and dropped her dress. "I forgot, I'm not wearing any pants."
"You weren't the last time I saw you, either."
"Neither were you."
Natalie laughed. "No, I guess not. God, that pretty boy has a big prick, but not that big. I don't like them too big. Here, let me get us another drink."
Hannah handed Natalie her glass. "Okay. I feel good for the first time in weeks, and I want to feet better.
Natalie returned with the fresh drinks. "I want you to feel better, darling." She sat very close to Hannah. "You know, Cedric's cock is really too big. I always hurt afterwards."
"I felt wonderful afterwards. Weren't you angry when you saw Cedric fucking me?"
"No, I wasn't angry, but I did rather envy you at the time. You know, for enjoying my husband's prick so much when I had never enjoyed it. I almost ran down the stairs to tell my brother to come up and see what his sweet little bride was doing... but of course I didn't."
"I'm glad you didn't. The difference between you and me is, you're hot to trot when you're pregnant, but I'm that way all the time."
"Maybe we aren't different at all." Natalie said, her hand again on Hannah's knee.
"But you said...."
"Maybe I was wrong." She moved her hand up under Hannah's dress until she was an inch from her cunt. "I think I'm a Lesbian. Or maybe I'm bisexual, because I know I'll let the right men fuck me now that I've found I like it, after all. But for now, I have to find out how I feel about girls." Her hand moved up into the hair between Hannah's thighs.
Hannah remembered the thrill when Lauren Tessler masturbated her, a knot of excitement growing in her pussy. "Don't, Natalie... you shouldn't."
"I think I should." Natalie said, sliding her finger slowly back and forth in the deep slit. "When I was a sophomore in college, my roommate and I used to lay in bed and jack each other off. We didn't even take off our pajamas, and we never went any further, but I wish that we had. I want you to go down on me, Hannah, I want you to eat my cunt."
Hannah gasped and spread her legs as Natalie's finger pushed up into her pussy. "I'm not that way, Natalie." she said.
"You're any way I want you, darling, as long as it concerns sex, and you know it. Now I'll just remove my skirt, since it's too tight to pull up, and you get on your knees in front of me."
Natalie stood up and pushed her skirt down her slim legs. "As you see, I came up here for the sole purpose of getting my pussy eaten, and I came prepared. "I'm not wearing panties, either."
Hannah gasped at the sight of Natalie's hairless cunt.
"They shaved it when I had the baby and I liked it so much that I've kept it this way. It's beautiful, don't you think?"
Hannah nodded dumbly as Natalie fell back on the couch and opened her legs wide. She slid off the couch and crouched between Natalie's legs and, with a hand on each of her sister-in-law's legs, dropped her mouth wetly to the inside of one thigh. She moved upwards until she was almost to her cunt and then skirted around it to play her lips lightly over the flat, firm belly, sinking her tongue into the belly button and then down again to the deep cleft between Natalie's legs, but never quite touching her pussy.
"Oh, Jesus, God, wonderful, wonderful." Natalie moaned, her hands going lightly to the top of Hannah's head. "Tease me, taunt me, make me want it terribly!"
Hannah's tongue danced lightly along the edge of Natalie's cunt and down her legs. She came back up licking and kissing, moving slowly, closer and closer. And then she spread Natalie's cuntlips open, filled her mouth with saliva, and closed hungrily over the reeking cunt. The drool ran out as her tongue went in, and then out, and then up the groove to her throbbing clit.
Natalie sobbed with pleasure, her hips moving against Hannah's licking tongue. "Oh, Hannah darling, it's good, good, good." she cried, nearing orgasm.
And then Hannah stopped and pulled away. Natalie grabbed for her head, getting nothing but air. "Don't stop, don't stop!" she screamed.
Hannah got to her feet, her lips and chin shining with saliva and the juices from Natalie's cunt. "It's your turn now, dear." she said, smiling sweetly.
"What do you mean?"
Hannah pulled her dress up over her head and threw it to the floor. "Take the rest of your clothes off, and then you can taste my pussy. It's all covered with nasty hair, not shaved clean like yours."
"No, I don't want to." Natalie said softly, shrinking back against the couch.
Hannah grabbed Natalie by the hair and pulled her to her feet. "I said get naked, bitch!" she screamed.
Natalie was surprised at Hannah's strength; she couldn't get free, and it hurt terribly. She slowly unbuttoned her tailored jacket, and her blouse, and pulled them off as one. Hannah let go of her hair and put her arms around her, her hands busily undoing her brassiere. When the bra fell to the floor, Natalie gasped as Hannah's heavy tits pressed against her own small, firm mounds, and they fell over backwards onto the couch, their mouths coupled.
"I can taste my cunt on your mouth." Natalie said.
"Wouldn't you rather taste mine?" Hannah said.
Hannah lowered her cunt down onto Natalie's face. Natalie hesitated for an instant and then thrust her tongue up into Hannah's pussy. Natalie had always known that she would like the taste of cunt, and she was glad that it was covered with nasty hair. It was a nasty, hairy monster, sweet and foul, wet and slippery. Hannah reached down and fingered her clit, since Natalie favored her cunt juice, and knew that she would cum very quick. She groaned and felt it start, the juices from her cunt almost flowing. It was so strong that it soon turned to pain, yet she continued to abuse her clit, and Natalie continued to fuck her tongue in and out of her cunt. It hurt so bad that it felt good, and she started cumming again.
She finally could stand no more and they fell off the couch in a heap. Natalie came down on top of her. "Now taste your own pussy, pregnant little Hannah." she said, and pressed her open mouth over Hannah's. "Make me cum now, Hannah."
Hannah made her cum several times. It was her first time with another woman, but she knew instinctively what to do. She sucked and licked and kissed until Natalie was humping and rolling and screaming for joy. When Brian called and said he would be detained all night at the office, Hannah wanted to go out and pick up a couple of men, but Natalie declined. Instead, they both got very drunk, and Hannah used an ornately carved hairbrush on her sister-in-law. First, she used the flat side on her ass, spanking until her butt was crimson, and then pushed the long, bumpy handle into her cunt and fucked her silly. They fell asleep in the sixty-nine position.
Hannah wasn't completely turned on to Lesbian love, but it was sex and she looked forward to Natalie's return. It was three weeks before Natalie dropped by again, and she brought her baby. They didn't make love. Natalie looked at her caustically and said, "Frankly, dear, now that you're showing so much, I'm turned off."
Hannah sizzled and called her a hypocritical bitch.
Even her husband, Brian, was ignoring her. Oh, he was kind and thoughtful and concerned, but other than a peck on the cheek, he hadn't touched her. They weren't even sleeping together, since he had moved to the spare bedroom so as not to disturb her. She couldn't seem to get it across to him that she wanted to be disturbed.
Over breakfast one morning, Brian told her that Natalie had found a tennis partner, female of course, and gone on a tennis tour.
"God, that cunt-sucking, ass-kissing, pious, hypocritical Lesbian." she said, but not so Brian could hear, of course.
Another month passed. She felt like a prisoner, and worse, felt awkward and ugly and unwanted. She saw her mother occasionally, and went for long walks, and read a lot of books, but that wasn't what she wanted. She didn't miss girl sex, since she had only tried it once, and could jerk off for relief, which she had, two and three times some days, but she realized that she wanted a man, even in her bloated condition. One day, after window shopping for almost an hour she decided she could walk no further and, seeing a theater, decided it was as good a resting place as any. She crossed the street and bought a ticket, not so much as bothering to see what was playing. In the cool darkness, she went about a third of the way down, went to the middle of the row, and sat heavily into the welcome cushion. Her shoes came off first, and then she fidgeted about in her seat until she was reasonably comfortable before directing her attention to the screen. The feature was in the middle and she had no idea what was going on, but she was bored with everything, anyway, so it didn't really matter.
From the corner of her eye, she caught movement and looked up to see a man settling into the seat next to hers.
"Uh, this seat isn't taken, is it?" the man asked.
"No." Hannah answered, looking quickly back to the screen.
Every other seat in the row was vacant, and every seat in the next row, and the next, and the next. In fact, there were less than a dozen people in the whole theater.
Hannah stared straight ahead for several minutes, pondering where she had seen the man before. Then it came to her; she had caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye when she was window shopping on the next block. She remembered now that he had been staring at her. She had thought nothing of it at the time, but now she realized that she had had the feeling of being watched for some time. Her heart quickened and missed a beat. The man had followed her into the theater and had the nerve to sit in the seat next to her. Her pulse pounded in her temple. She wanted to take another look at him in case she had to identify him later, but didn't dare.
"I've been dying to see this picture." he said. "It really should be fabulous. Don't you think?"
"Yes, I guess so." Hannah answered without turning her head. She could hear him fidgeting around in his seat.
They sat in silence for five, maybe ten minutes.
"I hope it follows the book. It's a fabulous book. Have you read it?" he finally said.
"No." Hannah answered, again without looking at him.
"You should. It's well worth the time."
"Yes, I suppose so." Hannah said.
"Am I annoying you? Would you like me to move?"
"No, it's all right." she said, taking a quick glance at him. He was young, probably younger than she, and rather good-looking. Her mouth felt dry and she licked at her lips.
"You're... you're beautiful, ma'am. I think women are at their prettiest when they're, well..."
"Yes, go on." Hannah said, her face flushing, her heart pounding wildly.
"When they're... when they're carrying a child." he blurted.
Hannah smiled and looked into his eyes. "You can say it, pregnant isn't a naughty word."
"Yes, pregnant. I should have said it to start with. You must be pretty far along, ma'am."
"Oh, only the sixth month or so." She giggled then. "I still have a ways to go."
"I'm just fascinated with women in your condition, pregnant I mean." he said. Hannah felt his arm brush her neck as it crept stealthily across the back of her seat. "Gosh, I'd have bet that you were more than six months along." His arm was around her now, and he let his hand drop lightly onto her shoulder. Her heart pounded beneath her swollen breast. "Could I... would you mind if... you wouldn't scream if I put my hand on your tummy, would you?"
"No, I guess it would be all right, she said hesitantly.
He put his hand flat on her stomach. "I probably shouldn't say this to you, but I get terribly aroused when I see a pregnant woman." he said, moving his hand gently back and forth.
"What do you mean, aroused?"
"You know, sexed-up. It gets hard. I've been like this for quite a while."
"What do you suppose causes it?" Hannah asked.
"My mother, I guess."
"Yes, when I was twelve years old she was carrying my sister and she would let me feel her big stomach. My mother was very beautiful. She still is."
The boy was getting very excited, his hand moving in a circular motion, a motion that slowly hiked her dress higher and higher until her legs were bare almost up to her crotch.
"How old was your mother then?" Hannah asked. She was enjoying his affair with his pregnant mother.
"Oh, about twenty-five, I think. When she was in the late months she got to... well, needing it, I think."
"Needing what?" Hannah said, knowing full well what he meant.
"Sex." the young man said.
Hannah was in a daze of excitement. I'm needing it, too, she told herself.
"You probably won't believe this, but one day she opened her blouse and let me feel her. She sure had big ones. Yours look big, too."
She turned her face up to his. "God, honey, kiss me." she moaned. He kissed her long and hard, and expertly, too; not like the timid youth he appeared to be. While his tongue worked inside her mouth, she undid the buttons on her blouse. When they broke the kiss, she had her blouse all the way open. "God, honey, suck me." she cried, her hand going behind his head.
Her tits were huge, round and swollen with milk. The boy gasped and leaned toward her tit, quickly taking a nipple into his mouth.
"Oooooh, I like that." Hannah sighed. "It's been three months since I was loved. Pregnant women turn my husband off. He won't come near me."
The young man raised his head. "The fool." he said. "Would you like to come to my place? There's no one there."
"Yes... no, I wouldn't dare." she said. "Just play with my tits and make me hot."
His hands cupped her tits while his mouth caressed the nipples into hard knobs. She closed her eyes and let her head hang back, her breath cumming in short gasps.
"My mom couldn't control herself, finally," the boy said, "and just took all her clothes off in front of me. She laid down on the bed and had me kiss her... you know, between the legs."
"Oh, Jesus, Jesus!" Hannah cried excitedly. "Put your hand between my legs!"
The boy felt his breath catch in his throat. He had been following pregnant women for years, but nothing like this had ever happened before. He put his hand on her thighs and slid it up to her crotch. She was naked under the skirt.
Hannah saw his look of surprise and smiled. "I haven't worn any undies for weeks. They're too uncomfortable. Oooh, I'm so hot, honey. I wish I bad the nerve to come home with you, but I don't."
She spread her legs apart and he moved into the hair. It was soft and fluffy on her mound, but very wet around the lips of her cunt. He put one finger between the fat lips, nuzzling gently until he found her pussy.
"Push it in deep, deep." she moaned.
His mouth moved over her neck, her ears, her throat, her breasts, and then up to her lips, his finger plunging slowly in and out of her cunt. She moaned again and thrust against his fucking hand when the second finger went in.
"My dad was gone a lot and mom really had the hots." he said, nipping first at one nipple and then the other. "I shouldn't tell you this, but a couple of weeks before she had my sister, she got so hot she couldn't stand it any longer and she... she let me fuck her."
"Oh God, oh Jesus... you bad, bad boy." Hannah moaned. Her hand fumbled at the heavy lump in his lap. "Would you like for me to... to play with it?" she whispered.
"Yes, yes!" he said.
She got his fly open and brought out his hard cock and started slowly jacking him off. She almost swooned. It had been so long, and she so loved the feel of a man's cock in her fist. It felt so hot in her palm, and pulsed and jerked when she slid up and down the shaft. His prick was big and long and so hard, and she realized how much she had missed feeling a prick. It was unfair of her husband to hold out on her, and he deserved what she was doing now. She liked his cock, too, but she realized she liked this cock better, at the moment, at least.
She started cumming and hunched against his hand, unable to suppress the grunts and groans. And then when he pushed a third finger all the way into her cunt, she came again, hard and almost painful, but wonderful, excruciatingly wonderful. Her hand flew on the boy's prick. The boy straightened in his seat and went rigid. When she felt the first hot spurt run over her hand she lost all self-control and started to cry. She bent over and took his cock in her mouth, the tears running from her eyes, her mouth puffing the boy's sweet cum from the end of his cock. With the taste of cum in her mouth, she came again, even harder than before. The boy pulled his fingers from her cunt and shoved them into his mouth, sucking away her pussy juice while he hunched wildly into her drawing lips. The next day, Hannah put on a one-piece smock and a pair of red, flat- heeled shoes. She had fought with herself against going to the theater again, but she lost, and she carefully combed her golden hair and made up her face. She had been drinking all morning knowing that it would weaken her resolve not to go, and she took another stiff belt just before she left the apartment. She saw him standing in front of the store next to the movie when she was still a block away. He looked at her and she waved.
"I was afraid you weren't cumming." he said.
"I don't walk very fast." she said, looking down at the ground. She knew why she was here and felt awkward. "Let's not go to the movie today. Let's go right to your apartment." she said softly.
"Okay, but it's a house, not an apartment."
"You have a house?"
"I still live at home. It's my parents'."
Hannah looked at him, a startled look on her face.
"They aren't home. It's okay." he said.
"Do you still... you know, with your mother?"
"No. She won't let me. I tried a couple of months ago and she slapped me." His face reddened.
"You poor darling." Hannah said, taking his hand. "Let's go. I won't slap you." She let her finger tickle his palm. "I'll fuck you."
"Oh Jesus, Hannah." he said, and tried to kiss her.
"Wait until we get to the car." she said.
In his car, a beat up old Ford, Hannah moved very close to him, resting her hand on his lap, and waited to be kissed. She felt unusually horny even for Hannah, deciding it was caused by the anticipation of knowing she was going to let him fuck her, and the delicious warm glow from drinking since early morning, and, of course, the feel of her young lover's cock, already hard and throbbing under her hand.
She didn't unzip him and take it out, but continued to fondle him through his pants, rubbing it briskly and then gripping it tightly as it stretched long and solid. The tingle in her cunt was growing, and she lifted her skirt up above her swelling, stomach to show him she was naked under her dress.
"Put your hand on my stomach." she said.
He glanced down and then put his hand on her belly.
"Feel it all over, honey, and then play with my cunt"
He circled his palm slowly,, working downward until he was nuzzling in the soft hair. It felt soft and fuzzy like it had the day before, once again turning wet and sticky when he got down between her thighs. She was completely lubricated, her cunt a froth of slick juice.
"Push it in and finger fuck me, but do it slow and easy." she said. "I want to save my first cum for your fat prick."
She almost couldn't, though, because the instant his finger entered her cunt, she almost made it. "Easy, baby, easy." she moaned, putting her hand over his to direct his activity. For the rest of the ride to his house she luxuriated in a warm glow of sexual ecstasy, floating exquisitely on the fringe of a tremendous orgasm.
It was a cozy-looking place, a white frame building with a picket fence. They climbed from the car and went inside, where it was as homey as it was outside, and as neat as a house could be.
"Do you have anything to drink?" Hannah asked.
"I think there's some beer in the fridge."
"Let's skip the drinks, then, and go in the bedroom." she said, taking his hand. "Beer makes me fart."
In the bedroom she immediately turned down the bed and pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her naked. "Do you like me naked and pregnant?" she asked.
He only stared and gasped, so she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "Kiss my pussy, Eli, and then take off your clothes and lay down beside me."
He came down on the foot of the bed and put his face between her thighs. Parting the wet hair with his fingers, he spread her pussy lips and thrust his tongue inside and started slowly licking her.
Hannah moaned and grabbed wildly at his head. "God, Eli, I didn't say to mouth-fuck me! I can't hold out if you do that. Just kiss it good, all over, and then get naked and come to bed with me."
Eli kissed her wetly, roving from her clit down to her tightly puckered ass where he spread the cheeks and lapped eagerly. Hannah shuddered and moaned, pushing his head away. "Take your clothes off. I need you!" she said.
She fingered herself while he stood and peeled off his clothing, keeping herself aroused, and took him eagerly into her arms when at last he lay naked beside her. They kissed wetly, the taste of cunt strong on his mouth.
"I want your cock inside me." she said. "But don't get on top. You'd be too heavy on my stomach. Let's lay side by side, so you can get it all the way in and you can feel my belly and tits. I'm just so turned on that I can hardly stand it."
He positioned himself and pushed his cock into her pussy. It went in easily, first an inch, then two, and finally all the way home.
"Oh, God, Hannah, it feels so good." he gasped "I've wanted to do this ever since mother was pregnant, but no one would let me."
Hannah felt his rigid prick all the way, her pussy clasping hungrily at every inch of the throbbing shaft. "Don't cum for a long, long time, honey. Just fuck me slow and easy, and play with my tits. It makes it better." She moved against him with each thrust, the urge to climax growing stronger. "Tell me about fucking your mother." she said.
"I told you that she had me eat her. Well, after that she kind of avoided me for several days, but one day when I came home from school, she called to her bedroom. I went in and she was on the bed, completely naked. Boy, did I ever get a hardon, She had me come over and lie down beside her, and she took my prick out. It wasn't too big then, but it was sure hard. She jacked me off for a while and finally said that she wanted me to fuck her. Dad had been gone for two weeks and she was really horny." Eli was thrusting with determination now.
"Stop for a minute and just let it soak." Hannah said.
Eli stopped. "I stood by the bed and she draped her legs over the edge and I fucked her. It was my first time and I came real quick, but I did it again after a little rest.
"I slept with her that night, and every night until dad came home. We just fucked all the time. I don't know if she came, I was so little then, but I sure came a lot."
"You're not little now, and I'm going to cum." Hannah cried. "Do it, do it, fuck me fast, honey!"
Hannah came hard, her eyes going glassy and her body shuddering with lust and passion. It might have been several comes, but it felt like one long blast, maybe the best she'd ever experienced, she wasn't sure. She felt squishy like jelly when she felt his hot cum spread inside her cunt. It was a feeling she adored; wet, slick, cum sliding and splashing around and then seeping out to spread into her hair and over her thighs. Eli fell away from her, gasping, his prick still leaking long strings of cum. "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful." he muttered, clutching at his cock. "I could hear dad fucking her when I lay in bed at night. I hated myself because I would lay there wishing that dad was on the road and not at home fucking mom. I'd lay there and I take my prick in my hand and jealously jack off and cum all over their picture. It was on the stand beside my bed and I'd curse them and smear my messy cum all over their faces. He fucked her the night she went to the hospital because I heard it, and she came, I know that, too, because she told him so."
Hannah changed her position and put her face between his legs. She sucked in his prick, wanting to feed it in her mouth while it was soft and wrinkled and wet with precum.
Eli continued, enjoying her hot, active mouth. "I only fucked mom one time after that. It was a couple of months after she had my sister and dad was on the road again. She was sitting in a big chair and she really must have had the hots because she called me over and had me sit on the floor front of her. She was nursing my sister, if you can believe it, and she lifted her dress up and spread her legs out. She wasn't wearing any pants under that dress, and she looked at me and said, 'Suck momma's pussy, honey.' That's all she said. Well, I really ate her and she came hard.
"That same night she came into my bedroom naked and got on top of me. I had jacked off just before she came in and she had to suck me to get me back up, but I really lasted a long time because of it. She made it several times. She told me so, but it was the last time she ever let me screw her."
Eli was good and hard again, his cock seeping milky water into Hannah's sucking mouth. He pulled out. "Get on your knees, I want to fuck you from behind, doggy-style." he said.
Hannah dropped reluctantly to her knees, not sure that she was ready for another penetration so soon. He draped over her body, his hands going to her heavily loaded tits, and slammed his cock into her cunt. "You're a slut, Hannah, a slut like my mother. Fucking with me while you carry your husband's baby." he shouted. Hannah liked to have his hard cock inside her. "What makes you think it's my husband's?" she said, rolling her ass in a circular motion.
And then he jerked out, leaping wildly from the bed.
"Don't stop now!" Hannah cried, "It's good, good!"
"There's a car in the driveway! My mother's home!" he gasped, thrusting a foot into his pant's leg. "Just stay in here. I'll try and get rid of her somehow."
Eli rushed to the kitchen and saw her through the window in the back door. She wasn't alone - there was a man with her. The man kissed her while she opened the door. He had his hands under her dress. He was very surprised when he saw Eli.
"I didn't know you were home, Eli." Evelyn said.
"Obviously." Eli said.
"What the hell." the man said.
"You'd better leave." Evelyn said, "I'll call you."
"You said.... "
"You'd better go, Paul." Evelyn said sternly.
The man left in a huff, slamming his car door and peeling rubber all the way out of the driveway.
Evelyn looked at her glowering son. "So I met an old friend and he drove me home. So what?"
"Old friend, my ass." Eli said. "Where's your car?"
"In a parking lot. It's not far. You can be a good boy and go get it for me." She had a package in her hand.
"What's in the package?" Eli said.
"Jesus Christ, what is this, an inquisition?"
"What's in it?"
Evelyn stripped the sack open. "It's a bottle of whiskey. I like a drink now and then. Is that okay?"
"You were going to get drunk and let that guy screw you."
"Jesus Christ!" Evelyn yelled. She opened the bottle and took a drink. "Here, have a drink and then go get my car."
Eli took a swallow. He grimaced. "You know I hate the stuff." he said. He took another drink, grimacing again.
Evelyn brushed past her son and went into the living room. Eli followed, bottle in hand. "Here, Mom, have another slug. Get drunk and we'll ball. I may not be hung like that guy, but I'll do my best." Tears of rage streamed down Eli's cheeks.
"You're a dirty little bastard." she said, still she took the bottle and took a long pull. "Where's your shirt?"
"I was taking a nap." Eli said, remembering Hannah was in the bedroom.
Hannah peeked from the bedroom. Evelyn wasn't as pretty as she had imagined, but she was sexy, sexy as hell. She watched the buxom woman sit on the couch and take another drink.
Evelyn looked at her son. "Sometimes I get lonely when your father's away." The booze made her feel light-headed and warm all over. Her voice was syrupy. "Come and sit by momma, honey."
Eli came over and sat down. He put his hand on her leg and moved it up under her skirt.
"Don't, honey, you'll get me all turned on." she said.
Eli pushed her skirt up. She was naked underneath. When he felt her cunt, her legs opened.
"Don't, honey, please." she cried softly.
"How often do you see other men?" Eli said.
"Only when your father is out of town."
"Every time he's gone?"
"Sometimes." she said.
Her legs were splayed wide. Eli had two fingers inside her cunt. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. "How often?" Eli persisted.
"Whenever he's gone... every time." she blurted. "That feels so good, Eli, don't stop."
"Even when you were pregnant?"
"No. No one wanted me then."
"I wanted you."
"Yes, darling, and you had me. Do you want me now?"
"Why did you make me stop?"
"I thought it was bad for you."
She was gasping for breath and went over easily onto her back. Eli had his pants off. His cock fit nicely in his mother's cunt.
"Fuck me, Eli, fuck me hard." she moaned.
Eli wallowed in the heat of his mother's body. He was deep in her wide, hairy crotch, his prick in to the balls, and her legs had wrapped snugly around his slim waist. His hands fumbled at the front of her dress.
"Let me do it." she said, quickly opening her dress. She wore no bra. "Keep fucking, honey, just keep fucking." she moaned.
His chest sunk into her soft, billowy tits. He felt swallowed up in soft, warm flesh. As he thrust into her cunt she seemed bigger than he remembered, but decided that he liked it big. A pussy should be wet and roomy, even for a small cock, and Evelyn was certainly wet and roomy. Evelyn closed her eyes and tried to take more of him inside her. She moaned softly, realizing that she enjoyed having her son fuck her, even if it was wrong; she had enjoyed it from the first time she allowed him liberties with her body, but she also realized that she needed it bigger. Not that Eli wasn't hung. He just wasn't hung enough. His father had a big prick, and Paul, oh, Jesus, Paul really had a big one. She had taken it out of his pants on the drive to the house, and it was huge. In her excitement, she had ducked her head under the wheel and kissed it, and licked it, and with one hand wrapped tightly, pushed as much into her mouth as she could take. He had almost cum, but she knew just when to stop. How she had wanted it, squirming in anticipation of having that big meat inside her. She wished now that she had let him fuck her in the car like he had wanted. She could still take care of her son's needs.
"You were going to let that man do this to you. Weren't you?" Eli said.
"You mean Paul?"
"Whatever his name is. Weren't you?"
"Yes, honey, he was going to fuck me. That's why he was so angry when he saw you here."
"He isn't an old friend, is he?"
"No. I just met him an hour ago."
She could feel his throbbing cock inside her, rubbing urgently, plunging in and out, agitating her pussy. Fucking was wonderful and glorious. It made her feel so good. She didn't feel any guilt now while it was so good. It really couldn't hurt the boy. And it certainly didn't hurt her. Perhaps a few pangs of remorse afterwards, but they always went away, especially by the time she wanted it again. She was going to make it, she could tell. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she squealed.
Hannah stood in the bedroom door watching. She felt confused, not sure if she was excited or disgusted. She had never seen a son fucking his mother before, or even imagined that it would happen, for that matter. Her own perversity disgusted her. Eli was right. She was a slut, a pig, just like his mother. She was a cheating wife of the worst kind, and vowed to mend her ways.
"I'm getting close, mother!" Eli cried.
Evelyn's legs fell from around her son. "Don't cum yet, honey. Just be still and let it cool down. Mamma wants more."
He stopped moving, breathing heavily. "Take it out if you have to, but don't cum yet." she said.
"I'm okay now, Mom." Eli said, and started fucking again.
Evelyn had been right on the edge when Eli had stopped and came right back up again. She started cumming.
"Do it fast, baby, fuck Mamma, fuck your mamma... I'm there, I'm cumming!" She lifted her pelvis up from the couch to meet his thrusts. "Go ahead, let yourself go, honey. Cum inside your mamma's pussy, fill me with your stuff!."
She was thrashing beneath him when he shot off. The white cum spurted, gob after gob, until he was dry and lay heavily on her heaving body. Then they both lay rigid, gasping for breath.
"You're a good boy, Eli, and I love having you fuck me, but we really musn't do this anymore." Evelyn finally said.
"Why not? I love you, Mother."
"Well, because it's not natural. A son isn't supposed to fuck his own mother."
"Why not? What's wrong with it?"
"For one thing, you should be fucking girls your own age. The world is full of young girls that like to be fucked. And if you must fuck a mother, should be someone else's mother."
He thought of Hannah in the bedroom. "I have fucked someone else's mother." he said, figuring that Hannah was someone else's mother. Almost.
"Don't make up stories, son. It won't change my mind. You should be out fucking other girls, girls your own age."
Eli jumped to his feet. "I'm not making up stories, Mother. I'll show you."
He went into the bedroom to get his proof, but Hannah wasn't there. He searched the room. He searched the bathroom and the other bedroom. She was gone. She had run out on him when he needed her. Girls were untrustworthy. They let you down in the clutch. He went dejectedly back into the living room, his eyes glazed with angry tears.
"What's the matter, darling?" she said, sitting up.
He started to tell her, but stopped, deciding she wouldn't believe him, anyway. He wasn't sure he believed it himself He pushed her back down and knelt beside the couch.
"Let's do it again, Mom. I can get it up if you'll help me."
His mouth closed over one of her big, ripe nipples. It swelled hard between his lips while his hand played in the sticky hair between her thighs.
"No, baby, no. We shouldn't." she whispered, her hand slipping down between his legs. His prick was soft and slippery, but it responded to her gentle masturbating. He is such a good boy; perhaps one more time, she thought. "That feels so good, Eli." she said softly, feeling her nipple all fat and excited inside his sucking mouth.
Hannah gave birth to twin boys. They were fine strapping boys and she was very proud. She had gotten very big her last month, and went nowhere until her trip to the hospital.
It felt wonderful to be slim again. She did her exercises regularly, and after six weeks her figure was, if anything, better than before. Brian was still sleeping in the spare bedroom, though, telling her that the twins would keep him awake, and he needed his sleep since he couldn't sleep all day like she did. Her need for sex was growing by the day, but she told herself that Brian would return to her bed when the six weeks were up and it would worth the wait. It was good for her will power too, to deny herself; Lord knows she never had before. She was a wife and mother now and had to start acting like one.
During the past few weeks, she had done a great deal of thinking and felt more grown up and sophisticated, and for the first time realized her wealth and position, the responsibilities of being Mrs. Brian Breedan. She was sure her sexual needs were too well ingrained to change completely, but she simply had to be more discreet, and she could certainly afford to be more selective. God, she could have ruined everything with her reckless promiscuity. And she had the twins to think about, too. It gave her a tremendous thrill to nurse them, one on each tit. Perhaps that's why she had two, a breast for each. It was so exciting that sometimes she would even play with herself a little while they sucked. Her Breedan boys, she called them. Their grandpa puffed up with pride, pointing out their many Breedan features, which, in reality, were nonexistent. He already had them enrolled for the class of '95 at Harvard. Hannah's bubble burst when her sister-in-law came over to see the twins and made a point to mention that Brian had been seeing some buxom widow, a Mrs. Tessler, she thought. Natalie was wrong, Hannah decided. She had to be. It was the last day of her six weeks and she had a big evening planned, candlelight dinner, champagne, the whole bit. Nothing could spoil that.
Hannah was wrong again. When Brian came home, he told her not to bother with dinner. He was going out.
"Going out? Where?" Hannah shrieked.
"It's on business." he said, and turned away.
"Don't turn your back on me, you bastard. I want to know where the fuck you're going."
Brian turned back, his face ashen. "Hannah, my God!"
"Don't pull any pious shit on me, Brian Breedan, I know about you and that pig Lauren Tessler."
"Where did you get an idea like that?"
"From your own sweet sister. You know, the one that's queer for girls, Natalie the Lesbian."
Brian sat down in a chair, his hands shaking. He was a beaten man, a quivering mass of jelly. "I can explain." he said weakly.
"You'd better, mister, and damn fast. Is that why you haven't fucked me in seven months?"
"No, no, truly that isn't it at all. When you got pregnant I was turned off. I think I was afraid you'd do like my sister did, and I couldn't stand that. And I felt guilty over the way I treated you on our wedding night and the suspicions I had of your purity and over the way you were drinking." He hung his head. "And I admit to having sex with Lauren Tessler on our honeymoon. Why? I don't know. Do you forgive me?"
"Of course I forgive you." Hannah said, seeing him for the weak man he was.
"I didn't want to get you pregnant in the first place."
Hannah almost laughed. There's very little chance that you did, she thought.
"I was so relieved when you didn't run wild like Natalie did." Brian said.
Hannah studied her husband. Why, the dumb bastard had no inclination whatsoever that she had been fucking anything in pants. "I wouldn't do a thing like that, darling." she said sweetly. "I'm your wife. I love you. Fidelity is important. Now you just relax while I finish dinner."
"I have to go out." Brian said, getting to his feet.
"Then I'm going with you."
"The fuck I can't. I'm your wife and I'm going."
"All right, I'll confess. I'm going to Lauren's to play bridge."
"I already suspected where you were going, and I'm going anyway."
"We'll be playing bridge and nothing else. You can't play bridge. You'll be bored to death. I'll come home early, I promise." Brian said.
"You're damn right you'll do nothing but play bridge, because I'll be there to watch you. I'm going along and that is that."
Later, Lauren Tessler was shocked to see Hannah. "What a pleasant surprise to see you, Hannah. My, you look stunning. I invited exactly enough for three tables, but I can."
"Don't bother, I'll read a book. I don't play bridge, anyway." Hannah snapped, brushing by her hostess.
She was more buxom than Hannah had remembered, and really quite beautiful. Hannah shivered with jealousy, feeling quite inadequate. She wondered, too, how much bridge they had planned on playing since everyone seemed half-drunk already.
There were six women, counting Hannah, and six men; very convenient. The men all leered hungrily at Hannah and fell over themselves to meet her. "Go ahead and play your stupid card game. I'll find something to do." Hannah said.
"The library is in the next room, Hannah dear. I'm sure you can find something to read." Lauren said.
"Could I have a drink first? I need it."
"Of course. Would you care for a martini?"
"I'd rather have Scotch."
"There's Scotch in the library." Lauren said.
Brian watched Hannah turn and stomp from the room. "How can we play bridge with so much drinking going on?" Brian said.
Lauren took his arm. "We'll manage, somehow." she said.
Lauren was beginning to wonder about Brian. They had been playing regularly for two months now and he hadn't made a single pass. All he did was play bridge. She had planned to do more tonight, much more, and the stupid jerk brings his wife.
"Have a drink, Brian, loosen up a bit, and then we'll get started." she said.
Hannah found the Scotch and started drinking. She tried several books, but couldn't find one that interested her and finally went to peek into the other room. "Shit!" she said, "They're actually playing bridge. Nothing but a bunch of stupid drunks playing bridge." Hannah was angry. She had hoped to catch her husband in an orgy, but he was playing bridge. It was very disappointing.
Hannah sat and drank until she was tight. It had been over two months since she had been drunk and it felt quite good. It made her feel horny, too. She wanted Brian. She was about to go in and get him when the door opened and a boy came into the room. He was tall and slim, though well muscled, and he was beautiful. He couldn't have been over seventeen.
"Oh." he said shyly, "I didn't know there was anyone in here."
"It's okay. I'm just waiting for my husband. He's in the next room playing bridge."
"You must be Mrs. Breedan. I've heard about you. I'm Ronald, you know, Lauren's wild son."
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Breedan, and I'll just bet you've heard about me. Come on in. I won't bite, and call me Hannah."
Ronald entered the room. He seemed to hang back, and was just a tiny bit unsteady on his feet.
"Gosh, you're beautiful, Hannah." he said.
"Thanks, Ronald. Come over here and sit down. I need company, too."
Ronald sat beside Hannah. His face was flushed and he hiccuped, his face growing redder. "What's that you're drinking?" he said.
"Scotch. Want some?"
"Sure, but I have to confess that I've already had some."
"I suspected as much." Hannah said, wanting to giggle.
She took the half-filled decanter from the end table and filled her glass to the brim. "I'll drink from this side and you drink from the other. I only have one glass." she said, putting the glass to her lips. And then she giggled, dribbling Scotch on the front of her sweater.
Ronald took the glass and took a big swallow.
"I'm a little drunk." he said, giggling with her.
"Not too drunk, I hope."
"Too drunk for what?"
"Oh, for nothing... or for anything." She took the glass back and gave him a knowing grin. "How is the hot bridge game in the next room?"
"They didn't even notice me walk in. I'd say they are playing a little bridge, but mostly they're fucking...." His face reddened again. "I'm sorry... fooling around."
"That's okay. Fucking is a good word; I like it." She looked at him coyly. "The word, I mean."
"You're cool, Hannah. I like you."
"I like you, too, Ronald." she said and took another drink. "Where have you been all evening? I wish you had been here."
"I wish I had, too, but I was out on a date. It was a washout."
"Oh, you didn't get any, huh?"
Ronald looked intently at Hannah, wanting to tell her about it, but not sure he should. "No, but I thought I would from what the guys had told me. She turned out to be a tease. Want to hear about it?"
"Certainly." Hannah said.
"Well," he said, taking the glass from her hand for a little more courage, "the guys that had been out with her said she was easy, but now I wonder. Maybe it was just me, used the wrong approach or something. She's a real sexpot to look at, big boobs and all that."
"Bigger than mine?" Hannah said.
"I doubt it. Yours look pretty big."
Hannah took his free hand and placed it on one of her tits. "What do you think?" she said.
"Yours are bigger." he quickly answered.
"You really can't be sure this way. My sweater is pretty bulky." she said, sliding closer to him. She took his hand and slid it up under her sweater. Her nipple was already standing firm. "Now you can judge better."
"Gosh, Hannah, you win by a mile!"
"Good. Now play with my nipple and keep it hard. The sweater only does it half-way. And tell me about your date."
Ronald let his fingers play her nipples to hardness before he continued. They rose up until they were like little steel marbles, the syrupy milk oozing onto his finger tips. Hannah moaned inside, the delicious feeling crawling down her spine to her juice-seeping cuntlips.
"Well, we went to this school play and started nipping from my flask. We nipped until it was empty. Good thing I had a pint in the car because that girl absorbs Scotch. Anyway, by the time the play was over, she was half-looped and I thought I had it made. We had hamburgers at a drive-in and then went and parked and guzzled some more Scotch.
"We necked up a storm and she let me under her blouse. She let me take off her bra and then she put her hand on my... on my prick."
"Like this?" Hannah asked, laying her hand on the bulge in his pants."
"Yeah," Ronald said excitedly, "only I think I'm lot harder now than I was then."
"I hope so." Hannah said. "Go on, honey."
"I played with her luscious tits and she really turned on... I thought. She pulled my zipper down and pulled it out. Boy, her hand felt good."
Hannah worked Ronald's zipper down and extracted his cock. It was a beauty, easily over six inches, so sleek and smooth, and so very hard, the veins standing out all rigid. The circumcised head was shiny with clear ooze that dribbled out and spread like a clear lacquer. She started slowly jerking him.
"Oh, God, Hannah, that's good." he gasped.
"Go on, tell me more." she urged.
"I was sure I had it made and slid my hand under her skirt. She seemed to tense a little, but didn't stop me. It took some more Scotch and some more deep kissing, but I finally got her pants off. Her hair was soft and fuzzy and she was all wet down there and I just couldn't control myself. I lifted up her dress and slammed my face into her crotch. She started screaming and yelling and calling me a pervert. Boy, that dumb broad really has some hang-ups."
"She sure does." Hannah agreed, her hand still working on Ronald's cock. "Where did you learn to go down on a girl?"
Ronald was really loose now, relaxed and hot, and confident. "Lauren taught me." he said.
"Your own mother?" Hannah said with disbelief.
"Yeah, she really likes it."
Hannah pressed her mouth to Ronald's. His long tongue slid wetly into her mouth. "I can believe it." she said when they broke.
"Oh, Hannah, I really wanted to fuck that girl, but she wouldn't let me. She finally calmed down and said she would jack me off, but she wouldn't let me fuck her."
"I'll let you fuck me, Ronald." Hannah said.
Hannah's good resolutions had flown out the window. She wanted this beautiful boy, wanted his beautiful hard prick, in her mouth, in her cunt, maybe even in her ass. Brian could flat go to hell with his stingy little prick. Ronald's was bigger, anyway.
She quickly took him in her mouth. Ronald gasped. The feel of a cock in her mouth again was marvelous. The clear stuff was salty, making her want more, as her tongue searched the crevice under his fat knob and then slid down the stem to feel the thick veins. She took it all the way in, almost gagging, and then pulled free.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Ronald. I want to eat everything you've got to give." she said, her mouth going back over his cockhead.
Her reward came very quickly. The boy stiffened as hot, chalky cum squirted into her mouth. She swallowed, only to be rewarded by another thick jet. She couldn't remember anyone ever cumming so much. It had a smoky taste, and it left a burning sensation all the way down.
She got to her feet. Her hand went to the zipper on the side of her skirt and it floated to the floor in a heap at her feet. She wore no panties, and save for her sweater, was naked.
"Go sit in that chair over there." she said.
Ronald got slowly to his feet, his cock still surprisingly half-hard He went and sat heavily in the chair. Hannah straddled him and lowered onto his half-hard prick. Reaching down, she gripped it in an upright position, and pushed his cock into her weeping pussy.
"Make it hard again. Fuck me and make me cum, darling." she crooned into his ear. His big nine-incher straightened and swelled inside her cunt, and she started bobbing. Her mouth went to his. She madly kissed the boy while she fucked him.
Hannah had a quick orgasm, the pleasure sending tremors up her spine. She hadn't forgotten how good it felt to cum from a big, hard cock, yet she realized how she had missed it, and how over two months was too damn long to go without it. She came again, shivering with ecstasy.
"Get down on the floor and let me finish you from behind." Ronald said. He particularly like it doggy-fashion.
Hannah raised up and fell to her knees, the idea thrilling. "Yes, yes, finish in my ass!" she gurgled.
It wasn't what Ronald had meant, but he liked the idea very much. He had taken his mother's ass a number of times, and he liked it. It was so tight, so fucking tight. He came up behind her, his prick was stiff and wet and slimy. He spread her soft cheeks wide, exposing the tiny, tightly puckered hole. His first thrust made Hannah cry, but he pushed again and his cockhead spread the hole and popped inside. He pushed again, his cock jamming deeper into her ass. Hannah moaned with pain. It hurt like hell, but felt good, too, and her ass opened to take him. And then he was in deep and started fucking, and the pain turned to pure bliss. She started cumming and cumming, and cumming, and cumming, her ass bobbing backwards to take each thrust with violent fury. So young, yet so expert, Hannah thought. He was draped over her bouncing ass, his hands busy at her distended nipples. If only he had a finger left over to push up into her pussy, he would be the perfect lover.
"Keep it up, Ronald! I don't think I'll ever stop cumming!" she cried loudly.
In the next room, the bridge game had degenerated to mostly horseplay. Only Brian's table was still playing, and everyone except Brian and was well stewed, and he was feeling pretty good himself. One couple had already slipped away in search of a bedroom, and most of the others were kissing and playing around. It had started as footsie under the tables, but that period was past; it was time to quit playing games.
Lauren started to play a card and then threw them all on the table. "Shit, I don't want to play bridge, and neither does anyone else. Let's go and see if your stupid wife has passed out yet. I want you in bed, Brian."
Brian let her pull him to his feet, his mouth open with shock. He knew they were leading up to this, and that it would eventually happen even if he didn't really want it. He followed her dumbly to the library door, noticing that one of the ladies was on the floor under a card table sucking her partner's cock, or was it her partner? At any rate, it strangely excited him.
Lauren opened the door. "Oh look, Brian." she said softly.
"My God!" was all that Brian could say. He started to rush into the room, but Lauren blocked his way.
"Let them be, Brian." she said.
"But that's my wife, and your son is fucking her... in the ass!"
"Yes, isn't it beautiful?" She had one arm around his waist, and one hand against his fly. He was hard. "Let's watch them fuck, it makes me feel so hot."
Brian stood stupidly watching, his mouth hanging open, while Lauren pulled his cock from the front of his pants. "You watch Ronald fuck Hannah and I'll suck your cock." she said, sinking to her knees in front of him. Brian felt her mouth surround his prick and started pushing in and out. Others had come from the bridge room and were watching the carnal display.
"Keep it up, Ronald, I don't think I'll ever stop cumming!" Brian heard Hannah cry and started spurting into Lauren's mouth. She milked him and swallowed, and then milked him some more.
Lauren looked up at Brian. "You naughty man, you made me swallow all that nasty stuff, now you won't be able to fuck me."
"Yes I will." Brian bellowed.
"Right now, and right here on the floor where Hannah can watch."
Lauren started stripping. "Take your clothes off!" she snapped, "and fuck me right here in front of Hannah!"
Brian looked at Hannah. She was now flat on her stomach, Ronald on top of her, a long string of cum coating her outstretched thigh. By the time he had his shirt off, Lauren was naked on the floor in front of him.
A man stepped through the door, his heavy prick sticking from the front of his trousers. "You need some of this, Lauren." he said. He had wanted to fuck her for a long time.
"Brian first." Lauren said. "Then I'll have some of that, a lot of that."
Brian settled down between her open thighs. Her cuntlips were open to receive him and he went right in. He started fucking, but kept his eyes on his young wife. Ronald had gotten off and was sitting on the couch, still dressed, with his limp prick still exposed. A woman, Mrs. Norton, he thought her name was, went over and sat by Ronald. Her hand wrapped around his wet prick and she kissed the young boy on the mouth. Then he saw the man with the big cock walk over to where Hannah lay and take off his pants. His ten-inch prick was very large. He rolled Hannah over and lay down on top of her. He couldn't hear what they said, but her legs came up around his hips as he buried his cock inside her cunt. She groaned loudly like she was really enjoying it. She couldn't be enjoying it that much, Brian thought, his own cock lost inside the big, hairy cunt of Lauren Tessler. A fishbowl would be tighter, he decided. He knew he'd never make it again this way and got up.
"Brian, what!" she cried.
"Shit, Lauren, your mouth is tighter. You need a club to fill that thing, and a club I ain't got.
He walked over to where the man with the big cock was fucking his wife. Her eyes opened wide and she looked up at him. "It feels so good to be fucking again." she said.
He sat down and watched the man with the big cock fuck his wife. He was sure that she didn't even see him. He saw emotions mirrored on her face that he had never suspected, conflicting emotions. He saw the grimace of pain followed quickly by pleasure, probably derived from the pain. He saw greed and lust and animal desire, but he also saw love and compassion and goodness. Boy, this was some broad he had married.
He thought that he should be terribly angry, but his lawyer's mind reminded him that it was probably his own fault. Her words came back, 'It feels so good to be fucking again', and he knew it was his own fault. He had neglected her.
He concentrated on Hannah, who was now in the throes of another orgasm. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I love men, I love cock, I love to be fucked!"
Brian winced and looked around the room. Mrs. Norton was on her stomach on the couch, her face buried in Ronald's lap. He suspected from the look on the boy's face that he was about to cum in her mouth. Lauren was still lying on the floor, only now she had another man on top of her. The man was in to the core and fucking like a stallion. While Brian watched the action, the man with the big cock ejaculated into Hannah and got to his feet. He stood with his cock dripping. Hannah sat up, watched the big prick in front of her leak its cum onto the carpet, and then got to her feet. She picked up her skirt.
"We have to go now, Brian." she said, "and pick up the boys at your mother's. It's their feeding time."
She stuffed Brian's flaccid cock into his pants and zipped him up. They left the house and walked to the car.
"Nothing like tonight has happened before." Brian explained after they had gotten into the car, wondering why he was explaining his actions instead of demanding an explanation of hers. "I haven't had relations with Lauren since our honeymoon. We've done nothing but play bridge the few times we've been together."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Of course." Brian said.
"I won't have you out cheating on me."
"What?" Brian cried. He felt like exploding. "What in the hell about you?, Lauren's kid, that other guy?"
"That's your fault. You totally ignored me before the boys were born. And you totally ignored me after they were born, even tonight when I had planned on a big evening with just you and me. I'll lay it on the line, Brian, if you won't fuck me, someone else will."
Hannah pulled up her sweater, revealing her fat, smooth tits. She pulled his face down to a protruding nipple. "You're just like one of my babies," she said. "Suck it, Brian."
Brian sucked and his mouth filled with sweet milk. While he sucked, Hannah opened his trousers and took out his prick. She soon had it hard in her hand. "Suck me while I play with your cock." she said.
She had him rigid, the thrills racing through her body, her hand steadily masturbating him. She stopped when he was about to cum, letting him cool down before resuming. Once she went too long and had to squeeze it off by pinching down hard at the base of his shaft. When she let up, cum dribbled from the end of his prick.
"You'd better stop now and drive, Brian. Your boys are probably getting hungry." she said.
Brian reluctantly slid under the wheel and started the car. When they were out in the street moving, she slid down in the seat and ducked her head under the wheel, her tongue licking the cum from his cock.
"Are you going to be a better husband and keep mamma satisfied at home?" she asked before she closed her mouth over his cock.
"I'll do my best." he moaned.
Hannah sucked hungrily on her husband's throbbing prick. She thought of Ronald's cock, so sweet and clean, so perfect for sucking, and suspected that his best probably wouldn't quite make it. It would be close, but not quite. Brian pulled into the circular driveway and stopped the car just as his load splattered into Hannah's mouth. She swallowed his cum and sucked for another gob, hoping his best would somehow be good enough.
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