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"It looks good to me," Susan said. "I guess it will work."
"It sure will," Clark said as he rolled up the drawings. "It's really only the results of Ted's ideas."
Susan averted her eyes at the mention of her husband's name. Ted had been killed a few years before while working on a project with Clark.
"And you know what else I think will work?" Clark asked. "Us."
Susan got up from the couch, took a sip of her martini, and walked to the window. As she looked at the view of Central Park, she felt a pang of desire in her cunt.
"Don't act like the stricken widow with me," Clark continued, "if Ted hadn't died, you would have been divorced by now and we would probably be married just like we had planned."
"Yes, you're no doubt right," Susan said. "But I can't help thinking that..."
"I know. You think Ted wouldn't have fallen from the dam if he hadn't found out about us. But that's not true. Ted could take anything. Even the news of our affair. He was the toughest guy I ever met. No, he wouldn't throw his life away. He enjoyed building dams and bridges too much for that."
Susan felt Clark's presence behind her. Then she felt one of his strong hands on her arm. When she turned to face him, she found him pressing his face to hers. She wasn't surprised. As soon as she heard his voice on the phone that afternoon, she knew they would wind up spending the night together.
His mouth covered hers. His tongue met hers. The taste of his saliva sent Susan into a fit of passion like she hadn't experienced in over a year.
When she felt Clark's hand take one of her big tits into a tight grip, she knew she was totally in his power. Her twat was running with hot juice. She could actually feel his prick growing as it pressed against her belly.
Clark slipped his mouth from hers and breathed into her ear.
"I've been dreaming about you ever since I decided to come back to New York," he said.
"Let's go to bed."
"You know I can't refuse you. I never could," Susan said.
As they walked into the bedroom, Clark watched her ass switching back and forth in her tight skirt. He had always loved that firm high ass. And now he was going to get another chance to fondle it.
Standing beside the bed, they kissed again. Then, holding each other tightly, they let themselves topple over onto the bed. When they stopped bouncing, Clark took a tit into his hand again. But he only held it for a few seconds before he abandoned it to unbutton her blouse.
"Oh, Clark, I can't believe you're really here. I thought I'd never see you again."
"I'm here, all right," he said as he slipped his hand into her opened blouse.
Susan never wore a bra, so his hand was suddenly full of her bare tit. Its swollen warmth made Clark gasp. The glory of fucking this lusty chick was becoming real again. For two years now, she had only been a memory.
Opening the blouse wider, Clark uncovered both her round, ample jugs. After looking down at them for a moment, appreciating their huge whiteness and the dark brown nipples at the tip of each one, he lowered his face to the warm valley between them.
The feminine odor of Susan's body filled his head. As he kissed and licked her breastbone, the tits on either side of his face brushed over his cheeks and ears. Then he kissed his way up the mountains of softness until he reached the summit. There, he took a stiff nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, how I love to have my tits sucked, Clark," Susan whispered. "And you're as good as ever. M-m-m-m."
Clark was holding the tip of her tit in his mouth, running his tongue around the big gum drop of a nipple. Then he squeezed it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
It wasn't easy to stop sucking those tits, but he had to get undressed.
"Take your clothes off," he said as he lifted his face.
Susan slipped the blouse from her slender shoulders as Clark unbuttoned his shirt. When she stood, she could see how Clark watched her, waiting for her cunt to appear. Susan unfastened the button at the side of her waist and let the skirt fall around her ankles.
Clark's eyes went to the dark triangle that showed through her pink, nylon panties. Susan let him see through the nylon while she slowly stepped out of her shoes. Clark stood and pulled his pants down, but his eyes remained on her crotch.
Susan liked to tease Clark and she was glad to see how interested he was in her. But she was as eager as he was to get her pussy bared and available to his touch.
Slipping her fingers into the elastic waistband of the tiny panties, she began pulling them down.
"You're even more beautiful than I remembered," Clark said.
Although she was wearing her soft, brown hair longer than she used to, Clark knew that the hair on her cunt would be as dense and curly as ever. He was right. As Susan pulled her panties down her shapely legs, his eyes burrowed into that pubic jungle.
Clark had his pants off now too. His fat prick stood proudly from his crotch and jerked to the rhythm of his pounding heart. When they came together again to embrace, the hot tip of the cock seared Susan's belly as it folded against her.
Clark was almost a whole head taller than Susan, so his prick pressed on her belly and she had to turn her face up to meet Clark's mouth. He bent his knees slightly, grabbed the woman more tightly, then lifted her off the floor. Two steps brought them to the bed again, where Clark dropped both of them.
Although not a night went by when Susan didn't think of being in Clark's arms, she found that she had forgotten just how wonderful it was. With his tongue in her mouth, his hand on her tit, and his prick on her tummy, Susan was shaking with passion.
When he had drunk his fill at her mouth, Clark moved down Susan's body to suck her tits again. Now, with his passion at a greater level, Clark sucked harder and more greedily.
"Oh, oh, baby," Susan sighed. "Suck me. Harder. Yeahhh!"
Clark stuffed his mouth to capacity with the living softness of her tits. First one, then the other came under attack of his hungry mouth.
As he sucked, his hand went exploring. It moved around her narrow waist to the small of her back. He followed her spine down to where the crack of her ass began. Lowering his hand farther filled it with the full ripeness of one asscheek.
Susan's ass was wide and round. It made quite a handful. Clark buried his fingers in it and felt it mold to the shape of his palm. He couldn't imagine anything softer or smoother.
Releasing his grip on the ass, he began running his fingers up and down the crack. With each trip along that crevice, his fingers dug deeper. He knew where the crack would lead him if he followed it down between her legs.
Clark played with the bottoms of her asscheeks. He could feel the hot humidity in that region. Her simmering cunt was sending out a mist of fragrant steam.
Sliding his hand down her thigh, Clark pulled it over his hip. That opened her crotch to the probing of his wandering fingers. Approaching her cunt from the rear, he immediately arrived at the flowing tunnel.
The whole area was wet with slippery fluid. Clark's fingers skated around in her cunt, narrowing in on its source. When he touched the entrance to her body, Susan twitched with lust.
"Uh-h-h," she groaned. "Oh, Clark. Oh, baby, stick a finger in."
Obeying, Clark pressed his middle finger up that slippery cave. The juice made it slide effortlessly. Although her cunt was tight, Clark could move his finger around in there, stirring her passion to the boiling point.
"You have the most wonderful pussy, baby," Clark said. "Tight and sweet."
When Clark started moving down her body again, Susan shivered. She knew what was about to happen. It was one of her greatest pleasures in life, and Clark could do it better than anyone else. Susan lay flat on her back and spread her legs.
"Oh, Clark, you're so good to me," she sighed.
Clark was kissing his way down her belly. He paused to slip his tongue into her belly button. Then he was on his way again. Over her belly his lips and tongue played until he arrived at the carpet of curls that covered her cunt mound.
But rather than dive right into her pussy, Clark kissed around it. His tongue made little circles on the tops of her thighs. He could taste a faint hint of the flavor waiting for him in the envelope of her cunt.
"Eat me, sweetheart," she gasped. "Eat me!"
Clark didn't have the heart to tease her any longer. He moved his tongue to her gash. Her cunt was spread, smiling pinkly at him. His tongue licked the length of the opening. At first his tongue barely penetrated the cunt. But with every lap, he stuck it in further.
"O-h-h-h, God," Susan said. "That feels sooooo good."
By now, Clark's tongue was sliding along the twin ridges of the inner lips that guarded the entrance to her tunnel. He could feel those wet cunt lips slithering over his tongue tip. Between them, the concentrated flavor of pussy cream could be tasted.
Moving his face tighter against her crotch, Clark slid his tongue right up her cunt tube. He wiggled it with all his might.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," Susan wailed in a quavering tone.
Her hips began bucking involuntarily. Clark had to hold on to her to keep his face from being shaken right out of her cunt. But he did hold on, and his tongue reached even higher up that narrow passage.
"Ow-w-w-w-w!" Susan cried. "Oh, shit, Clark! Oh-h-h-h!"
Susan felt the pleasure in her body gathering into a knot. She knew that it wouldn't be long before that knot would burst in a powerful orgasm. Clark's tongue flailed around in her snatch with maddening fury.
"Clark!" she screamed suddenly. "Get in! Fuck me!"
As she screamed, she grabbed wildly at his shoulders. He couldn't have moved fast enough for her. Although he scrambled up to cover her body with his own, Susan kept tugging at him.
"Come on," she gasped. "Fuck me. I've got to feel your prick in me. Come on."
Susan grabbed his prick as soon as it was within reach. She pulled it to her cunt. Clark thrust his prick and soon felt the heat of her soaking cunt surrounding the bloated head.
With a lunge of his hips, he sent his cock into the pussy his tongue had loosened up. With the tight walls of that chamber hugging his cock he was instantly hit by a wave of ecstasy.
After letting his prick lie motionless for a few seconds while he thrilled to the grip of that cunt, he began pumping.
"E-e-e-a-a-a-h-h-h-h!" Susan groaned desperately as she felt the fat cock sliding in her cunt.
Because of the cunt lapping, Susan was far ahead of Clark in the climax derby. But that was fine with him. He knew that she was capable of several orgasms during one fuck.
As he pumped, Susan went wild under him. If it hadn't been for his weight on top of her, she would have shaken herself right off the bed.
As Clark's hips thrust forward, Susan's came up to meet him. Together they drove his prick deep into her clutching pussy.
"I'm going to come," she gasped. "Oh, Clark, I'm coming! A-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h!"
Susan's body began, convulsing wildly. Clark fought to keep his cock stroking rhythmically into the spasming cunt. Susan tried to kiss him, but in her insane rapture, she could only press her teeth and tongue on Clark's gasping mouth.
Finally, she began to settle down. Now Clark could feel his orgasm forming. The pressure of his gism rose. He began grunting, and his prick twitched in the slippery grip of the cunt around it. Susan grabbed Clark's hair and lifted his face so she could watch it as he came. The memory of his orgasmic grimace always had excited her, and now that she could see it again she wasn't going to miss it.
"Oh, Clark. You're so beautiful when you come," she said.
"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" he gasped as his prick shot bullets of hot gism into her.
By the time Clark had emptied his load, though, Susan was on her way to a second climax. When Clark found her unwilling to stop bucking her hips, he made an effort to keep going. But his prick was too tender.
"Roll over," Susan said desperately.
Holding on to each other, they managed to roll over without letting Clark's cock slip from her pussy. Now, Susan was able to rock back and forth on top of Clark. She could stir her cunt with his prick without sliding it in and out. That way she could bring herself off without driving Clark crazy from an over stimulated prick.
In that position, Clark got a good view of her in the throes of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly shut but her mouth was opened in a wise circle. Her dark brown hair was wet with sweat and sticking to her face and neck. As she rocked, her tits jumped and shook. Clark reached up and took them into his hands.
"Oh, baby," Susan breathed. "Oh, sweetheart. Um-m-m. Oh-h-h."
It was a real treat to watch this lusty woman in the grip of an orgasm. He could feel her quaking through the tits he was holding. He could read the pleasure on her face as her features distorted.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-AH-AH!" she screamed as her second climax struck.
When she collapsed on Clark's body, she felt cold. She had been sweating, and the sweat was evaporating. Clark threw a blanket over them. Her cunt was squeezing his prick with residual spasms.
"Oh, Clark, I still can't believe you're here."
"Well get used to it, honey. I'm here, and will be as long as you want me."
As they lay there, Susan still on top, they heard the apartment door open and close. Susan froze. Clark picked up her fear as she quickly rolled off him.
"Mom, you here?" a voice called.
"It's Ben," Susan gasped. "What's he doing home from school?"
Before Susan could answer the boy, he was in the doorway to her bedroom. The shock he felt when he saw Clark was clearly visible on his face.
"Hello, honey," Susan said to her son. "What are you doing home?"
"Hello, Ben," Clark said trying not to sound embarrassed.
The boy stood there looking at them without saying a word. Then he disappeared, followed by the slam of his bedroom door.
"He's been coming home from school on weekends lately. He's not supposed to, but he does," Susan said as she got out of bed.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan threw a robe around her and followed her son.
"Ben, can I come in?" she asked, knocking on his door.
He didn't answer, but Susan opened his door anyway. He was sitting on the edge of his bed. Susan could see he was hurt by the sight of her in bed with Clark.
"I'm sorry," she said walking towards him.
"There's no reason to be sorry," Ben said.
"Well, I guess you're right. But I know it's hard for you to find me in bed with Clark. He just showed up today. I didn't even know he was in town."
As Susan looked at her son, she saw his father, Ted. The boy looked very much like his father. He was almost as tall as Ted.
He had his father's blond hair and fine features.
"It can be very lonely being a widow," she said. "And Clark likes me, Ben. He really does. And he liked you too."
"That's nice," Ben said. "It's your business, Mom. I don't want to stop you from doing what ever you want."
"It hasn't been easy since your father died, for either of us. But we have to do the best we can," Susan said. "How would you like to go out to dinner? Clark has to go now anyhow."
The boy didn't say anything. Susan wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her tits. Then she told him to put on a tie and get ready to go out.
Susan went back to her room. Clark was almost dressed.
"I hope he isn't going to be mad at me," Clark said.
"No. But he's been moody ever since Ted died. He'll be all right. But you'd better leave."
"I'll call you tomorrow," Clark said.
He kissed Susan good-bye and left.
Ben and Susan went to dinner, but they didn't talk about Clark. Susan brought his name up a few times. She could see that Ben wasn't in the mood to discuss the subject though. She asked him why he came home from his boarding school again. But he didn't want to talk about that either. They ate in virtual silence.
When they got home, Ben went right to his room. He did feel bad about Clark showing up in his mother's bed, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was so horny, he thought. His own horniness was somehow easier to bear if he knew his mother was horny too.
And, of course, there was his fantasies about her. He knew that a kid couldn't fuck his own mother, but he could dream. And Clark had spoiled his dreams. How could he imagine himself in his mother's bed if there was someone else there already?
As he lay there, Ben was listening for the sounds that would indicate that his mother was going to take a bath. That was when he went into action.
Their building was an old one. Its massive stone and plaster was beginning to crack and crumble in certain places. Ben found one of those places between the bathroom and the wall of his bedroom closet.
Maybe that's why he came home. His school was for boys only, and there wasn't even a chance to catch a peek of a naked chick there.
He lay on his bed with his cock twitching in his pants. But he didn't want to jerk off without the sight of his mother in the tub to make it a really good climax. He hadn't jerked off for three days so when he peeked at his mother he could shoot a gallon and feel the tremendous pleasure of release.
When he finally heard the bathroom door close, he jumped. He must have been even hornier than he thought, because he could never remember shaking so violently before.
He went into his closet and closed the door. In the dark, the jagged crack glowed warmly. Moving a box under the crack, he stepped up on it so he could reach that vantage point.
It took a second for his eye to focus through that narrow fissure. But then the bright bathroom could be seen. His mother was sitting on the toilet. The sound of her own water hitting the water in the toilet came through the crack along with the sight.
By now, Ben's prick was pressing painfully against his pants. The toilet faced the wall with the crack, and his mother was still wearing the robe. He could see her furry cunt between her legs as she held the robe open around her waist.
Take a bath, take a bath, Ben said to himself as though he could convey the idea to his mother. He didn't know if he should start jerking off now while her cunt was in sight, or wait until he had a better view, if there would be a better view.
When Susan stood, the robe dropped around her, covering her cunt. The toilet flushed. Ben watched, holding his breath in suspense. When his mother went to the door and opened it, he could have cried.
He went to his bed and lay down. He might as well jerk off now, he thought, while the memory of her taking a piss was fresh in his brain.
With his cock in his hand, Ben began thinking about his mother sitting on the toilet. Just as he began pumping, though, there was a knock at his door. Before answering, he tried to stuff his stiff prick back into his pants.
"Yeah?" he called when he had his prick put away.
The door opened and his mother's head appeared.
"I'm going to take a bath," she said. "I just wondered if you were going out."
"No, I'm not going out."
Susan smiled at her son and closed the door. Now Ben was more excited than ever. He slipped off his bed and went back into the closet. It was a good thing he didn't jerk off prematurely, he thought.
The crack lit up again as Susan switched on the bathroom light. He saw her close the door, then take off her robe in almost the same instant. He took in the sight of her naked beauty. If he had been hot before, now he was on fire.
He watched his mother put on her shower cap, lifting her arms to tuck her long hair into it. Her tits rose with her arms. Ben watched those heavy globes. Her nipples were soft now, as big as silver dollars. He tried to imagine holding the tits. It would take both his hands just to surround one of them, it seemed.
When Susan dropped her arms, her tits wobbled for a second. The mirror she was gazing into was on the same wall as the crack Ben was peering through. That meant he had a good view of her tits, but he couldn't see her cunt.
When she stepped away from the sink, her cunt was visible for a second. Then she bent over the tub and turned on the water. With her cunt out of sight again, Ben focused on her tits again.
Now those jugs were hanging off her chest like the water balloons the guys at school liked to throw at each other. Ben couldn't figure out how her tits could hang so low when she bent over, yet stick out so much when she stood. He would like to find out, though.
He imagined what it would feel like to lift one of those tits in his hand. He found that it was hard to imagine, but he would have given his life to try it.
With the sound of the water filling the tub covering his own sounds, Ben pulled out his prick again. He held it, but waited for a better view before he started pumping. He watched his mother's ass in profile, hoping to get a glimpse of her cunt sticking out behind her as she knelt at the tub. No such luck, however.
He knew that when she was in the tub, she would be facing him. That's when the really good views were to be seen.
Susan turned off the water, stood, then stepped into the tub. Ben could tell by the way she eased herself into the water that it was hot. She made a funny face as her ass submerged.
As she leaned back in the tub, she unknowingly put her body on display for the boy watching on the other side of the wall. Her tits floated slightly. Through the clear water, her hairy pussy could be plainly seen.
Ben began to move the loose skin of his prick back and forth. But he would save his orgasm for when his mother lifted her legs from the tub to wash her thighs. Sometimes he managed to get a glimpse of pink gash then.
Usually, Susan picked up a bar of soap and rubbed it over her tits. But this time, she was just lying there staring at the wall. Ben wondered what she was thinking about. But he was mainly concerned with the excitement her body was giving him.
In the white tile bathroom, his mother's body seemed pink and warm. Her dark nipples and pubic patch were islands of erotic color. Ben would have gladly drunk that bathwater for whatever essence of that woman it contained.
Then Susan did something unusual. Her hands went to her tits without the soap. Instead, she took her tits into her hands with firm fingers. Ben could see that she was squeezing them tightly.
She must be thinking about Clark, Ben thought. He wished he could see her thoughts. They would probably be better than the sight he was watching now -- not that there was anything wrong with watching his naked mother holding her tits.
Susan looked down at her tits. Her hands slipped beneath the globes and lifted them slightly. As they broke the surface of the water, Ben noticed that the nipples were now puckered into tight knots.
Ben had never seen anything like this before in all the times he had watched his mother bathe. His cock was jerking crazily with longing as he watched. The sound of his frantic breathing filled the closet.
But when Susan lifted one tit higher, then lowered her face to it, Ben really went wild. His mother was playing with herself, just as he was.
The thought was almost too fantastic to believe.
Susan stuck out her tongue and touched an erect nipple. Ben could see her tongue moving around that knot of flesh. He never thought a chick would suck her own nipple. It was a good lesson for him.
He couldn't resist pumping his prick with that kinky sight to watch. But he hoped the show would get even better. He wanted to see his mother play with her cunt. He got his wish.
Ben felt his body vibrate with intense lust as Susan reached for her cunt. Her fingers slid down her belly and into her pubic hair. Ben strained his eye watching her wrap her fingers around that mound while her legs sagged open farther.
He could just barely see the crack. His mother's fingers rubbed over the furry patch without entering it. But Ben knew she was going to heat up. Didn't he caress and squeeze his prick before beginning to pump it? He knew she wouldn't be able to stop now until she did a real job on herself.
The older guys at school talked about how chicks jerked off. But not many of them had actually witnessed the sight. As his peering eye traveled from her tit sucking to her cunt rubbing, Ben began to feel dizzy with passion.
As Susan rubbed her cunt, her finger tips began to line up along the crack. Then they began to enter it. Ben could see how the hairy lips parted.
He caught a glimpse of the pink lining of the snatch, but her fingers made it impossible to study that mysterious region.
Susan's body tensed. Her grip on her tit tightened and her fingers in her cunt pressed harder. Ben knew about the little button a woman had in her cunt and how it would drive her wild when it was rubbed. He guessed that his mother had just touched that button.
Ben struggled to keep his prick-pumping slow. He wanted to wait until his mother was in the same condition as he before shooting his load. And she was getting there.
He could tell how soft and plump her mound was by the way it wiggled around her diddling fingers. She seemed to be rubbing her cunt near the top of the crack. But then her hand went farther between her thighs. Her legs spread wider.
Now her whole, body was shaking and rocking. Ben could hear water being splashed. He saw his mother drop the tit she had been sucking. The heavy globe splashed as it hit the water.
Ben had never dreamed that a chick could get so wild while jerking off. But his mother was going through more violent gyrations than he ever had when he masturbated.
Lying back, Susan concentrated all her effort on her cunt. Her tits rolled around on her chest with the vigorous motion of her clit massage. She lifted her legs to the rims of the tub, spreading her crotch wider.
Ben was pumping his prick faster now, but he was still trying to pace himself. He saw his mother reach her other hand into her crotch. As she continued rubbing her clit, she stuck the middle finger of her other hand up her twat.
With both hands working on her cunt, Susan had obscured the view of it, but the total picture was unbelievable. Ben felt his gism rushing through his cock. Then, with a blinding flash of ecstasy, he came.
He stood there firing gism at the wall in front of him. But he kept his eye at the crack. He didn't want to miss a second of the fabulous sight of his mother's writhing body. Even though he'd come first, his interest didn't flag in the least.
In fact, his cock didn't even get soft. As soon as he had run out of gism, he could feel his balls struggling to manufacture more.
Susan was on the verge of coming now, the boy could see. Water was leaping out of the tub as she thrashed around. Both her hands were moving swiftly and vigorously in her crotch; one rubbing, the other pumping. With some fingers on her clit and her tunnel, she was able to give herself a powerful climax.
"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h!" she wailed.
The sound coming through the crack made Ben grab his prick again. He thought he had a pretty good imagination, but he had never imagined anything like this.
Susan tried to keep her teeth clamped together so she wouldn't make too much noise. But her ecstasy was too much to contain. As her orgasm descended, her arms and legs began to jerk. Her body quaked. Then she was suddenly still.
Ben stared with his mouth hanging open. His prick was once again twitching in his hand. Watching his mother resting in the water, he began to slowly pump his cock again.
The boy stood there while his mother began bathing. All the while he stroked his prick. By the time she was finishing, he was squeezing a few more drops of gism from his tired cock. Then he staggered to his bed, too knocked out to watch his mother dry herself.
Lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, he thought about his horny rage. Watching his mother jerking off in the tub was incredibly exciting and his orgasm had been dynamite. But he was hornier than ever.
That crack was a Godsend, but he was thinking of another sort of crack -- the warm, wet, hairy type. He would have to get at a cunt or he would [missing text].
CHAFTER THREE
At breakfast the next morning, Ben was silent. Susan didn't want to force him to talk, but she did want to know why he had come home when he wasn't supposed to. She also wanted to know what he really thought of Clark's showing up.
The phone rang. Susan answered.
"Hello, Clark," she said. "Yes, they are here."
Ben saw his mother look toward the living room where some rolled up drawings were lying on the coffee table.
"Well. I don't know about that. I'll have to see," Susan said, then said good-bye and hung up.
"Clark left some drawings here yesterday. He's going to pick them up," Susan told Ben.
"Is he going to be in town long?" Ben asked.
"It looks like he will. He got a job consulting with a firm in New York. Those drawings are part of a new project he's working on. Some of the ideas he used are those your father was working on when he died. Clark said he would pay me royalties if they use the plans."
"That's nice," Ben said. "What else did he want?"
"He asked me to go out with him this afternoon. But I told him I would see what you were doing first. I thought you and I might go down to the park and take a lunch. We have to talk about your leaving school when you're supposed to stay there."
"Gee, Mom, I told Billy I'd play ball with the guys this afternoon."
"Well, in that case, I'll go with Clark," Susan said.
Ben left the apartment right after breakfast. He didn't really have plans to play ball, but he didn't want his mother asking him about school all day. He would find something to do.
Susan got ready for Clark. By the time he arrived, she was decked out in a tight pair of slacks and a tight sweater. "Let's go to the museum," Clark suggested. "I haven't been there for years."
With his drawings under one arm and Susan under the other, Clark felt great. They walked across the park to the museum. Susan felt like a young girl again.
Ben was walking through the park too. He didn't know where he was going, but he never had any trouble killing a day in the park. He could always find a friend to play frisbee with or he could borrow a skateboard.
As he walked along, kicking pebbles along the path, he heard his name called. Turning, he saw Chuck, an old friend, running toward him.
"Ben! Billy just called me," Chuck said. "They've got some whore they're going to gang bang. Come on!"
Ben felt his blood surge through him at the news.
"Where?" he asked.
"At Carl's. Nobody's home and they found this chick in the park and pooled their money and..."
Chuck was out of breath from running and could say no more. Now they were both running. Ben had heard that story before. But he had always arrived too late, or something had gone wrong. In any case, he never got laid. He was still a virgin.
But the chance had to be pursued. After all, if he missed a chance to get fucked, he would never forgive himself. As they ran, Ben felt his prick growing already.
The doorman at Carl's apartment building recognized the boys. He opened the door and was almost knocked over by them as they ran through. The elevator seemed amazingly slow. Both boys were practically out of their minds with anticipation. Ben was trying to prepare himself for a disappointment, though. That way, he wouldn't feel too bad if it didn't turn out.
They ran down the hall to Carl's apartment and banged on the door. Carl opened it and let them in.
There were about a dozen guys in the place. Some were sitting quietly, others were pushing and horsing around.
"She's in the bedroom," Carl said excitedly. "John's in there with her flow."
Ben couldn't believe it. It began to look as though he was going to get laid after all.
"Did you fuck her yet?" Ben asked Carl.
"Sure, I fucked her first. It's my apartment, after all."
"And she'll fuck all of us?" Ben asked. He wanted to make sure nothing was going to go wrong.
"Sure, she can't get enough," Carl assured him. "But you have to wait in line."
Ben couldn't believe his luck. It looked as though he was going to finally find out what it was like to sink his prick in a cunt. But there were a lot of guys ahead of him. John came out of the bedroom with a smile on his face. A cheer went up around the room. Harvey was next. He was shoved by the others toward the bedroom.
Ben paced back and forth. He talked to the other guys. But he was raging with desire and the minutes seemed like hours.
He asked some of the guys who'd already had their turn how she was.
"Pretty good," John said. "Sorta fat, but tight."
"Great," Billy said. "I'm gonna fuck her again." It was getting close to his turn. He flipped a coin with Chuck, to see who would go first. He won.
"Who's next?" Carl yelled when Mitchell came out of the bedroom. "I am," Ben announced.
As he walked to the bedroom, the guys began shoving him.
"Give her one for me," one of them yelled.
"Don't forget to pull down your pants first," another hollered.
Ben was in a daze. He couldn't feel his legs moving, but he was getting closer to the bedroom. His prick was throbbing in his pants.
He entered the dimly lit room. But when he saw that the bed was empty, he was confused. Looking around the room, he found that he was the only one there. Had he been fooled? Was all this just a joke to torment him? That didn't seem possible.
Then he saw the door to the adjoining bathroom open. A naked woman stepped into the room. Ben knew that his dream was going to come true.
"I just went to the bathroom," the woman said.
Then she went to the bed and lay down. Ben watched her with an eagle eye. She was sort of heavy. As she walked, he saw her belly shake. Her tits were truly enormous, though. She seemed young, maybe twenty, Ben thought.
Arranging herself on the bed with her legs spread, she looked over at the boy.
"Well, don't you like me?" she asked.
Ben snapped out of his trance. Reaching for his belt, he began struggling to get his prick freed. He started toward the bed, but almost tripped over his pants which he was still trying to get over his shoes.
The girl laughed at his clumsiness. Ben kicked his shoes off, hopped out of his pants, and crawled onto the bed.
"You've got a nice, big cock," she said.
Ben wasn't sure what to do. Should he neck with her a little first, or just shove his prick up her cunt? He knew he didn't have much time. He grabbed a handful of her tit and squeezed.
"Ow!" the girl yelled. "Not so hard!"
Ben eased his grip. The tit felt as wonderful as he'd imagined. He felt the nipple. It puckered in his fingers. Did that mean he was turning her on, he wondered? Then he moved the tit around on her chest.
"M-m-m-m," the whore hummed.
Ben felt like a real stud. He was actually making this professional moan. He grabbed the other tit, kneading that loose flesh like dough. He had never felt anything like it.
"Come on, honey. Fuck me," the whore said.
Ben's face was burning. This was it. He crawled over one of her big thighs. In the gloomy room, he could see her cunt stretched out under him. Before he moved his prick within striking distance, he grabbed the cunt in his hand.
The hairs tickled his palm. The pussy was plump, like the rest of the woman. And it was wet. He stuck a finger between those loose lips. He had to search around to find the cave. A cunt was strange territory to him.
Feeling the slippery interior of that chamber, Ben knew it was going to feel great around his prick. As he explored, the chick began to roll her big hips.
"Come on, stick your prick in. Come on," she said.
Ben felt the pressure on him to hurry. There were others waiting, and the whore seemed to be in a hurry too. So, rather than examine her body further, Ben got into fucking position.
Her belly made a good mattress and her tits were good handles. Moist, soft thighs surrounded his hips.
He lunged his prick at her nest. But rather than feel her pussy slide over his prick, he felt her coarse hair drag along the tender undersides of the cock. He'd missed. He lifted his hips and thrust again. That time he felt the fat cheeks of her ass at the tip of his prick.
"Your aim is a little off today, huh?" the whore asked.
Ben was panting by now. What if he couldn't get his prick into her? He couldn't bear the thought of not getting laid now that he was so close.
When he lifted his hips for another try, he felt her hand grab him. She pulled his prick right into her snatch. He was in. The-sensation of having his prick in a pussy filled him with excitement.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" he heard himself gasp.
The cunt was holding him in a tight, hot grasp. Ben knew that he'd never felt anything like it. Although he'd stuck his prick into a lot of strange places trying to get the sensation of piercing a cunt, he never had come close.
"You really fill me up," the whore said.
Ben unleashed his prick in flurry of stabs. With all his horny energy, he pumped his prick in that hole. And before he knew it, he came.
"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" he gasped as he kept his hips bucking.
When the pleasure of climax drained away, he let his cock come to a stop in the pussy. The orgasm had been a good one, better than jerking off any day.
"You finished?" the woman asked.
There was an unmistakable invitation to get off her in that question. Without answering, Ben pulled his shrinking prick from her and climbed off the bed. As he put his clothes on, he looked at her lying there. He didn't want to forget the first chick he fucked.
Ben went into the other room amid the usual cheers. Thinking about the experience convinced him that he had been on the right track in his quest to get fucked. There's nothing like it. But the next time, he would like to fuck a chick he could really explore. And one with a really nice body. And he hoped it would be soon.
Rather than hanging around for seconds, Ben said good-bye and went out. As he walked through the park again, he was happy. He was no longer a virgin. He hoped that fuck would give him momentum to find another.
As he walked along near a street that passed through the park, he saw his mother and Clark in the distance. They were holding hands and walking with a quick, happy gait. As they approached the street, Clark flagged a cab. In another second they were gone.
All Ben's happiness with getting laid seemed to leave him. All he could think about was Clark's getting to fuck a gorgeous chick like his mother while he had to depend on sloppy seconds.
He wished he had a sharp chick to stroll through the park with, to go to the movies with, and most of all, to fuck.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I never did get to talk to Ben about his leaving school last weekend," Susan said to Clark over dinner. "Every time I brought it up, he would run off or refuse to talk about it."
"I wouldn't worry about it too much," Clark said. "He's probably just going through a phase."
Susan and Clark saw each other almost every day that week. They wanted to go away the next weekend, but Susan was afraid Ben would come home again. If he did, she didn't want him to find the place empty.
Clark had rented an apartment, and they would stay overnight at his place or hers. Susan hadn't been so happy in years.
"I don't think it is just a phase," Susan continued. "Other boys don't run away from school. I think Ben has a problem, and I should know what it is."
"You're making too much of this," Clark said. "Believe me, I was a young boy myself."
"What do you mean, I'm making too much of this? Ben's my son, and my responsibility."
They were both surprised at Susan's angry tone.
"Okay, okay, let's not fight," Clark said.
Susan smiled and took his hand. She certainly didn't want to argue. That would spoil the mood they had been in all week. The restaurant they were in was just around the corner from Clark's apartment, and they both were anxious to go there.
As they walked down the street, Clark took Susan's arm in his hand and felt her tits against his fingers. When he wiggled the fingers against that firm softness, Susan leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. That was all that was necessary to start Clark's prick inflating.
In the elevator, he took a tit into his hand and kissed her deeply. Susan felt the lump of his stiff cock pressing against her belly. That was all she needed to make her pussy wet with slippery juice.
By the time they were in Clark's apartment, they were ready and eager.
"Let's go right into the bedroom," Susan suggested.
"I'm with you, baby."
Clark held a hand on her ass as they walked to the bedroom. He loved to feel her ass move as she walked.
"Let me undress you," Clark said.
Susan remembered how they would undress each other before, when Ted was still alive. Their affair had been a beautiful one, until Ted's death had ended it. As Clark began to unbutton her blouse, Susan was overwhelmed by the memory of those wonderful days.
Clark and Ted had been advisers for a construction team in South America. Ted had an accident resulting in a broken leg, and had to be sent to the hospital. Clark would go with her to visit Ted, then drive her back to the trailers where they were staying.
They fucked the first night Ted was in the hospital and every other night as well. That's when they began undressing each other. It had been very exciting. And it still was.
Susan shivered as Clark opened her blouse. He stepped behind her and slipped it from her shoulders. Then, taking a tit in each hand, he pulled her tightly to him. Susan could feel his prick pulsing against her ass through all the layers of clothing that separated them.
Clark kissed the fragrant, warm skin of her neck and shoulders. His hands massaged her heavy tits.
His fingers felt her nipples harden.
"Oh, Clark, no one's ever handled me the way you do," she cooed.
"And I've never handled another woman who's felt as good as you do, baby."
Susan turned around and unbuttoned Clark's shirt. He helped her take it off his broad shoulders. Then they moved closer, slowly pressing Susan's tits against the hard wall of his chest. He could feel her hard nipples poking him.
Susan looked up. Clark bent down and they kissed. As the warm odor of each other's body filled their nostrils, they took turns exploring the other's mouth with their tongue. Clark filled Susan's mouth with hungry licks, he knew that made her cunt drool.
Susan was wearing slacks, and while they kissed, Clark found the button that held them closed. He opened it and pulled down the zipper beneath. As Susan felt those tight slacks loosen, she felt that the way to her cunt was being prepared for invasion.
Pulling his mouth from hers, Clark began to slide down her body. He rubbed his face over her tits, taking time to suck a nipple into his mouth. Then his face moved down her flat, smooth belly.
Kneeling before her, Clark tugged at her slacks. With Susan's help, they slid down her wide hips and well-formed legs. She stepped out of them and took them from Clark. He looked at the sight before his eyes. Resting his ass on his heels, his face was level with Susan's pussy.
He could see the dark hair of her cunt through her pearl-white panties. A few hairs stuck through the leg holes. He could smell the love cream that was already soaking the crotch of those panties. Pressing his cheek against that soft mound, he could feel the texture of her curly hair pressed behind the nylon.
Then he tucked his fingers into the elastic waistband of the panties and pulled them down. As her pussy rose over the curtain of nylon Clark fixed his eyes on it. He could see the crack of her cunt at the bottom of that hairy triangle. It was opened slightly because of her aroused passion.
Leaving the undies around her ankles, Clark nuzzled his nose and mouth into the tight curls of her cunt. He loved her pussy. It was his favorite type: plump, deep, and tight.
Susan grabbed his head and held it tightly against her mound. Every breath filled him with the intoxicating odor from her snatch. But his trapped prick was getting too uncomfortable for him to remain in that position.
Before he stood, he looked up at Susan's face framed between her tits. The creamy undersides of her tits looked like ripe fruit waiting to be picked. As he stood, those lively masses of flesh bounced around his head. They kissed again. Clark reached behind her and gave one big asscheek a squeeze.
Then Susan began unbuckling his belt.
"It looks desperate to get out," she said as she saw his prick jerking against his pants.
"Of course it's desperate," he said. "It wants to get into you."
As quickly as she could, Susan stripped his pants and underpants from him. Then she took the hot head of his standing cock into her hand. She loved squeezing the blood out of it, then feeling it swell again as she eased her grip.
They began tongue wrestling again as Susan played with the cock. She ran her fingers along the veiny shaft to its base. Then she scooped up his low-slung balls and held them gently.
"You have a wonderful touch," Clark breathed into her mouth.
He began moving her toward the bed. Still kissing and grabbing at each other, they lay down. Their hands worked eagerly over each other's body. Clark played with her tits, and Susan held his balls and prick.
"You know what I've really missed?" Clark asked. "One of your fabulous blow-jobs."
"Good, because I've missed the taste of your cock," Susan said.
She started immediately down his body. On the way, she fluttered her tongue over his nipples and licked his belly. Clark folded a pillow under his head so he could watch.
He saw Susan's tongue flashing as she licked him. When she was curled up between his legs, in sucking position, her tits rested on one of his thighs.
Before taking his cock into her mouth, she wanted to make sure he was going wild for it. Holding the shaft in both hands, she moved the loose skin slowly up and down a few times. Then she rubbed the head over her cheek lovingly. Finally, she could tell by the powerful jerks that the prick was throbbing with cum.
But she didn't stick it into her mouth yet. First she licked it like a popsicle. Her soft tongue wiped over the taut skin of the head. And with each lick, the cock twitched. She traced the high ridge around the head with her tongue. Then she opened wide and took the fat cock knob into her mouth.
When Clark saw the tip of his prick disappear into her mouth and felt the heat and wetness grip it, he let out a long sigh.
"Susan, baby, that's beautiful," he said.
Her eyes smiled as she looked up at him. Her lips were stretched around the fat prick, but they seemed to be smiling too.
Clark felt her tongue slithering around beneath the sensitive underside of his prick head. Then she pressed her face down, forcing the cock deeper into her mouth. He could feel it push the back of her throat.
Still holding the shaft in her hands, Susan bobbed her head up and down carefully. The cock moved over the hot pad of her tongue and the roof of her mouth. With every dip of her head, the prick went deeper into her throat.
Clark was amazed at how much of his prick was being swallowed. He didn't know how she did it, but it felt spectacular. A current of tingling pleasure ran through his prick and into his body. He began to wiggle and pump his hips slightly in the grip of ecstasy.
"Oh, Susan," he gasped. "You're wonderful! A genius! Oh-h-h!"
His words made the woman take him even deeper into her throat. He felt his prick head being squeezed by the narrow confines of her gullet. Then, with his prick buried so deeply that her lips were almost around the very base of his prick, she swallowed.
"Uh-h-h," he gasped as he felt her throat constrict on his cock knob.
She had actually tried to swallow him he realized. Then she took his prick out, took a deep breath, and swallowed him again. After a few of those throat-wrenchings, Clark was writhing with lust.
Susan could tell by the way his prick was behaving that he was going to come before long. She had to be careful not to let him shoot down her throat. That would make her gag and spoil everything. She would have to catch his cum in her mouth.
"Uh, oh, oh, oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Clark wailed.
This was it. Susan pulled his cock from her throat just in time to catch the first shot on her tongue. Pumping his prick with her hands, she let it fill her mouth. She had to swallow quickly to keep the stuff from overflowing.
She loved to feel the powerful quakes of passion that rocked Clark's body as he came. With every charge of gism, his body convulsed violently.
When his gism stopped spewing and he relaxed, Susan began mopping-up operations. Licking his prick until the flavor of his cream was gone, she enjoyed it to the last drop. When she took her mouth from the softening prick it was clean and shining with her saliva.
She crawled up beside him, gasping far breath. When they kissed, Clark detected a slight flavor of gism in her mouth. He could tell by the way she was breathing that sucking him off had been a real effort. This chick was a champ, he thought.
They changed places. Clark got between her legs and licked her pussy. He knew it would take him a while to be ready to come again, so he took his time. Susan loved the way his tongue played lightly over the tender ridges in her cunt, each lap taking her slightly higher into ecstasy.
Gradually, Susan began to moan and his prick grew. After fifteen minutes of leisurely lapping, he began sucking that cunt in earnest.
Looking over the horizon of her belly, Clark watched her tits roll heavily on her chest as she began squirming with pleasure. Her face had an expression of lust. Although his tongue began to ache with the effort, Clark sent it high up her cave and fluttered it madly.
When he felt the first spasms of her cunt on his tongue, he slipped it out of that tunnel and put it on the quivering kernel of her clit. Susan's body began vibrating with the electric pleasure of a smashing orgasm.
By now, Clark thought that he had recovered from his blow-job sufficiently to try for another climax. He climbed from the vee between Susan's legs, bringing his prick into action. As he eased his weight down on her sweaty body, he slipped his prick into her pussy.
"Oh!" Susan gasped as her cunt was filled.
That pit was still very tender from the sucking Clark had given it, so now when his cock stretched it the effect was profound. When he began pumping, though, Susan was ready for it.
"God! Clark! Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.
Clark's prick was still tender, too. And that tight pussy sleeve sliding over it made his breath come in desperate snorts. He could tell that Susan was going into one of her strung-out orgasms.
Clark envied her for the prolonged ecstasy her body was capable of. Just as his prick began to tingle, she was wailing with intense joy. Under him, he felt the powerful shaking of her body. He was almost swimming on her rolling tits.
"I'm coming again!" Susan screamed. "Oh, it's so good! Uhhhhh!"
Clark felt that he might be able to come again after all, but it would take a while. He wondered if Susan could stand it. So far, she was doing very well. Since her last orgasm, she was breathing fast and loudly, her chest heaving.
As Clark's prick pumped relentlessly, Susan began to wail again. It sounded like she was going to have her most wild orgasm yet. The sound of her insane wailing helped Clark climb the ladder to his own ecstasy.
"Clark!" Susan yelled. "Oh, sweetheart, darling, ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
His cock kept perfect time as it filled and emptied her cunt. With every stroke, he was taken a little closer to his next orgasm. Susan's cunt was spasming with less strength, though. He didn't know if she was going to be able to take it much longer.
Once again, she was gasping between the peaks of passion. But now Clark was feeling enough pleasure to make him moan.
"I can feel you inside me," Susan said. "And I'm going to come again."
"Yeah, me too," Clark moaned.
Their sustained effort had taken its toll. Both of them ached with the strain, but their pleasure tipped the balance. It was worth it.
"Uh, uh, uh," Clark grunted now as he plowed his prick deeply.
This orgasm was going to take the top of his head off. His whole body began to feel like an electric spark. His whole universe was centered in his burning cock.
As he came, he bucked his hips and arched his back with blinding lust. The gism flowing through him left incredible bliss in its wake. This orgasm was not only more intense than the first, but it lasted longer. The glow seemed to linger forever.
As she received his tortured discharge, Susan was hitting another pinnacle. The two of them were grinding and twisting in the most powerful pangs of pleasure they'd experienced in years.
When they were finished it took them a long time to gather enough strength to speak. They had to lie in bed for a few hours before their bodies would function. It was still early, though, and they knew they would try fucking again before the day was over.
CHAPTER FIVE
Clark called Susan on Friday and asked her to go out to dinner with him. She thought Ben might show up again, though, so she invited him to her place. She liked cooking dinner for him anyway.
Susan cooked a more delicious dinner than they, could have had in any restaurant. But the thought that Ben might show up at any minute kept them from enjoying it to the fullest. Besides, Clark didn't think Susan would take the chance of having Ben walk in on them in bed, as had happened the week before.
Just as they finished dessert, the phone rang.
"Pat, are you in town?" Susan said into the phone. "Well, come right over."
Clark lost hope of getting fucked that evening. Well, he couldn't complain, he'd fucked Susan every other day that week.
"My sister, Pat, is in town," she told Clark when she hung up. "She's coming right over. Gee, I haven't seen her in over a year."
"Is that the one who's in the fashion business?" Clark asked. "I think you told me about her."
"Yeah, she's a buyer. She travels a lot."
"I guess I won't get a crack at your body tonight, pardon the pun," Clark said.
Susan laughed. "No, I guess you won't. Maybe tomorrow. But you'll get a chance to meet my sister."
They sat on the couch, holding hands and sipping brandy, until the doorbell rang. Susan ran to the door and opened it. Clark was surprised to see a woman who looked almost exactly like Susan step into the room. The doorman was with her, laden with her luggage.
Susan introduced her sister to Clark. They shook hands. Clark could see that Pat was a sharp chick. She was thinner than Susan, less well stacked. But she dressed like a duchess, and sparkled with jewels.
"Can I get you something to eat?" Susan asked her sister.
"No thanks, I ate on the plane. I just flew in from Paris."
"Will you be here long?" Clark asked.
"I have some work to take care of here. Shouldn't take more than a few days. Then it's back to San Francisco."
Although Susan, liked seeing her sister, she wasn't sorry to hear that she was only staying a few days. She didn't like the way Clark asked her that question.
Pat was a few years older than Susan. When they were young girls, Susan idolized her sister. Pat had all the boys in the neighborhood hanging around their house. But Pat had never married.
"Well, I guess you two have a lot to talk about," Clark said after a while. "I think I'll be going home."
He told Pat he would look forward to seeing her before she left, kissed Susan good night, and left.
"What a hunk of man," Pat said when he'd gone.
"I told you about him. He's the one who was with us in South America when Ted was killed."
"Oh, yes," Pat said. "I see you weren't exaggerating."
"I hope he's still interested in me after meeting you," Susan said. "Really, Pat. I'm really interested, so don't get any ideas, okay?"
"Susan, I'm surprised at you. I haven't stolen a man from you since we were kids," Pat said.
"I don't know why I'm so possessive. But I think I'm in love with him," Susan said.
"I'm glad for you, honey," Pat said. "I'm afraid I've got a bad case of jet-lag. I just want to take a bath and go to bed."
"You can sleep in Ben's room. He's away at school. I'll help you with your bags."
"How is Ben? He must be quite a man by now."
"He sure is," Susan said. She didn't feel like talking about his habit of coming home unexpectedly. If he showed up this weekend, he would just have to sleep on the couch, Susan said to herself.
Susan and Pat each grabbed a suitcase and carried them into Ben's room.
"There are a few things I'd like to hang up right away so the wrinkles won't get too stubborn," Pat said opening a bag.
"Let me do that for you," Susan said. "You go take a bath."
"You're sweet," Pat said and gave her sister a kiss on the cheek.
Pat went into the bathroom and Susan gathered up the things Pat wanted hung up. There was plenty of room in Ben's closet. But while she was hanging the dresses and blouses, she was distracted by a crack in the wall, a crack with light pouring from it.
There were enough cracks in the apartment to make this just one among many, but Susan had never seen one with light coming through it before. It must go right through the wall. Then she stopped to think what might be on the other side of that wall. When she heard Pat turn on the water, she realized.
Susan felt her face flush as she thought of what might be seen through that crack. It was too high to see through, but she found a box in the closet she could stand on. That brought her eye to the bright crack.
Peering through, she was shocked to see a perfect view of the bathroom. Pat was bending over the tub. She was naked. Susan knew that Ben was aware of that view. She thought of the things he must have seen through it. Her masturbatory session in the tub last week occurred to her. And, yes, Ben was home then. She remembered he was because she had tried to keep her moans of pleasure down so he wouldn't hear. She hadn't dreamed he might be watching.
As she watched her sister step into the tub, Susan was outraged at her son's behavior. Watching her sister in the tub was like seeing herself, and she saw the detail that Ben had seen. Pat's cunt was plainly visible in the water as she sat back in the tub.
Susan was really going to let the boy have it the next time he came home. What a nerve he had to spy on her, she thought. Was she raising a sex pervert?
But as Susan found it difficult to tear herself away from the crack, she began to forget her anger at Ben. Well, maybe the boy had just discovered the crack as she had, she thought. She couldn't blame him for that.
The longer she looked through the crack, the more she began to enjoy it. There was something about peeping that was very exciting Susan discovered. And looking at her sister's sexy body was fun, too. Susan had bigger tits, but there was nothing wrong with the firm, round tits sticking up through the surface of the water in the tub.
The sight of her sister's body brought back memories. Susan shivered slightly when she thought of the games they used to play as young girls. Suddenly, she realized that she had forced herself to forget certain things that had gone on between them.
Her eye remained on her sister's body, but her mind was racing back over the years. She remembered one evening when she walked into her sister's bedroom. Pat was sitting on the bed, naked, her legs spread. Her hands were at her crotch and there was something white and long in her hands.
Pat tried to hide it, but as she pulled it from her cunt, Susan saw that it was a candle. She had been sticking it up her cunt.
"Why don't you knock?" Pat had demanded.
"What are you doing?" Susan remembered asking, although she knew perfectly well.
"Close the door," Pat said. "I'll show you."
Susan had closed the door. She still remembered how her heart raced.
"I'm fucking myself with a candle," Pat said and brought the wax dildo out from behind her where she had tried to hide it. "Want to try it?"
Susan had jerked off with her finger, but sticking a candle up her cunt was an exciting prospect. Only her big sister would have thought of something like that, she had thought.
"What does it feel like?" she asked, walking over to the bed.
She remembered the lingering odor of her sister's cunt juice. And her own young pussy was drooling as she thought of sticking that candle in her cunt.
"It feels like a prick, at least I suppose it does," Pat said. "Take your clothes off and I'll stick it in you."
Susan did as her sister said. When she was naked, she compared their bodies. Her tits were already bigger than her older sister's. She sat down on the bed facing her sister and spread her legs.
Pat moved closer and brought the candle to her crotch.
"Lean back farther. I can't get at the hole," Pat said.
Susan again did as her sister said. She felt the candle at the fuzzy lips of her cunt. A quiver went through her as she felt that shaft enter her. It was still warm from her sister's pussy.
With her face close to the sliding candle, Pat pushed it tip Susan's cunt.
"There. How does that feel?" Pat asked.
"Ooooo, it feels good. Is that how it feels to get fucked?"
"Well, when a boy fucks you, he slides his prick in and out like this," Pat said as she imitated the motion with the candle.
"Wow, that feels great," Susan said. "Oh-h-h-h."
"Haven't you ever done this yourself?" Pat asked as she kept the candle sliding.
"Only with my finger," Susan said. "But the candle feels better."
"Sure it does. It's bigger. But I like to stick my finger in my cunt, too."
Pat kept the candle sliding until Susan was shaking. When she jerked off with her finger, she liked to play with her tits. So now, with her sister taking care of her cum, she lay back and grabbed her hard tits. She noticed Pat looking up from her cunt to watch her play with her jugs.
Susan was surprised, when Pat reached up and took one of her tits in her hand. She slid the candle in and out with the other hand.
"Oh, Pat, I think I'm going to come!" Susan said.
"Good!" Pat said as she tightened her grip on Susan's tit and slid the candle faster.
Susan found that the candle gave her a very strong orgasm. It was better than the type she had when she tickled her clit. The candle felt like a magic wand in her pussy as she clamped down on it with climactic spasms.
The bed creaked as Susan gyrated her hips. Pat kept increasing the speed of the plunging candle.
"A-a-a-a-e-e-e!" she screamed.
When she lay still, she felt her sister pull the wax cock from her.
"Now do me," Pat said, handing the candle to Susan.
Still trembling, she took the candle. It glowed with the juice her cunt had coated it with. She hoped she could do as good a job as her sister had.
Pat got into position. When Pat was sitting as she had been when Susan walked in on her, Susan reclined beside her outstretched legs. Pat put the fingers of both hands on her pussy and spread the lips. Now Susan could see her inner-lips and the entrance to her tunnel.
She was afraid of hurting Pat, but when she found how easily the candle entered her cunt she didn't worry. Watching with kinky pleasure, she saw the long, white shaft disappear. Then, just as her sister had, she pumped that candle back and forth.
A few times, Susan's fingers bumped into her sister's cunt. She thrilled at the touch of Pat's hairy mound and wished she could get rid of the candle and stick her fingers in that dark pit. But she didn't tell Pat that.
Pat began moaning softly. As Susan kept the candle moving, her sister reached down and stuck her finger into the top of her slot. Putting a finger tip on her clit, she massaged it while the candle fucked her. Susan noticed that her sister rubbed her clit in exactly the same way as Susan rubbed her own.
Before long, Pat was wailing loudly and writhing desperately. Susan was having a lot of fun fucking her sister with the candle. When Pat came, Susan was very proud of herself.
Susan never did get a chance to stick her finger up her sister's pussy, but they had many sessions with that candle. Sometimes Susan would stick the candle in her mouth, sucking her sister's love juice from it, when Pat wasn't watching.
Now, as she stood in the closet watching her sister in the tub, she felt that old desire to stick her finger up that cunt. Her lesbian hunger surprised her. She had never had a lesbian affair, but she heard that Pat had. Susan wished she had had a fling with another chick. Now it was probably too late.
But it wasn't too late to take advantage of the scene she was watching. She loosened her slacks and stuck her hand down over her pussy. The hair was soaked. That wasn't surprising, she thought, as she realized how much her memories had excited her.
She rubbed her clit in the old circular motion that she and Pat had in common. Just as Pat scrubbed her cunt with the bar of soap, Susan came.
By the time Susan had finished hanging up Pat's things, Pat came into the room.
"Oh, that bath felt good," she said. "Now all I need is a good night's sleep."
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