Amy had been using the big brass knocker on the Carters’ big oak door for some time before she heard footsteps approaching from the other side.
At first she had assumed that her pretty young daughter and the Carters had gone for a drive somewhere, when there seemed to be no answer forthcoming from the big house. She knew how Ellen enjoyed riding in their convertible with the top down, her waterfall long honey hair floating gloriously in the wind. The Carters were probably her favorite people since they’d come to Kenilworth. They were so refined and well-to-do. Little wonder Ellen found their company so pleasant.
There was a disconcerting one-way peephole in the Carters’ front door, and now Amy had the distinctly discomforting impression that someone was peering at her through it. In such situations even the most cool individual would find it difficult to contrive a casual appearance, and Amy Winthrop was by no means cool. She fidgeted and looked alternately away from the little peephole, then back again defiantly with her eyebrows narrowed. She wasn’t sure at all that she approved of this sort of circumspectness on the part of ordinary neighbors. One would think they were running a house of ill repute or something.
Then suddenly the door opened and there was Maxwell Carter, a tall, dark and handsome brute of a man with long wavy black hair and steely blue eyes which bored right through a person. “Hello, Amy,” he said pleasantly.
“Hello,” she smiled shyly. “Just thought I’d come by to borrow a cup of sugar.” She looked up at his grand, broad-shouldered form. He seemed to fill the whole foyer. Almost six-foot-three, at least, she thought with a pleasant and easy comparison of his mature and sensual manhood, very dignified, and Billy Erspamer’s winsome youthfulness.
He smiled indulgently and took her arm, guiding her inside and closing the door behind her. Their feet clattered on the elegant hardwood tiles of the entrance hall. “Ellen isn’t here right now,” he said in a masterful tone. “She’s gone with Dominique up to our lake cottage at Libertyville. Is there anything I can get you? A martini, perhaps?”
Amy smiled nervously. This was the first time she had ever been alone with this devastatingly handsome man, and she had to admit that it gave her butterflies in her stomach. Her adventure with Billy Erspamer seemed to have heightened her general sexual awareness and sensitivity tremendously. She tried to be casual as she said, “Well, I rarely drink in the daytime…”
“Just one, then,” said Maxwell, taking her arm and guiding her dominantly towards the library. In another moment they were down the steps and walking across the plush purple carpeting towards the bar that had come sliding around open at the far side of the room. Amy smiled uncertainly and looked around. She had never been in such plush surroundings before. The Carters indeed seemed to have everything! She had never been in their library before, but the immediate impression of sumptuousness and spare-no-expense was forceful and pervading. She was impressed.
Carter went around behind the bar and began mixing them both a drink as she watched him. He said casually, looking down at his bottles and glasses in the sink below the bar, “The girls probably won’t be home until quite late. That gives us some time to get acquainted and get to know each other. We’ve really been meaning to get to know you better. Ellen is quite a delightful child to have around.”
She tried to read his words for anything more subtle, but his manner was so innocuous she failed to uncover any sinister hidden meanings. He was just a decent individual, a good man, and he really meant what he said, obviously.
She took the drink from him and smiled. “Thank you.”
“Have a seat.” He indicated the couch in back of her.
She sat down smiling and lifted her drink to her lips. The taste was not quite martini, but it was good and warming. She had the heady sensation that it was flowing right down her throat and into her vitals, which seemed to turn over with the minimum reaction required of a cold engine on a cold morning.
“So how are you finding our little town?” asked Carter pleasantly, his right arm resting casually over the back of the red leather arm chair so that she couldn’t see his finger press a hidden button wired beneath the piano in back of it.
“Oh, it’s very nice. The neighbors are very nice too, of course.”
She drank some more of her very pleasant drink and noticed with a dull sort of awareness a very faint vibration which seemed to be in either the couch or in her loins, or perhaps both, as if a truck were passing in the street outside the house. She tried to shift her seat without being too obvious, but it seemed as if she had sat on some sort of ridge in the cushion, and it wasn’t very easy to slip off of it.
“I understand you’re a widow,” he said pleasantly, drinking.
“Oh yes,” not sure whether that required a smile or what.
“Must be difficult. After all those years of marriage, to suddenly be without a man.”
The vibrations seemed to have increased subtly. There was a rubbery probing just beneath her rounded ass-cheeks. It seemed to be some sort of instrument inside the cushion. But that was absurd. She felt very self-conscious. His eyes were warmly upon her, and she felt awkward about trying to shift to another part of the couch.
She took another sip of her drink, which had turned truly delicious. The warmish feeling in her stomach was expanding into her rib cage, and from there upward into her deliciously ripened breasts. Her nipples began to tingle. She said, somewhat awkwardly, almost afraid of what he might reply, “Well, of course one gets used to having a man about the house…”
“No, I mean for sex,” said Carter frankly. He leaned forward, his glass in his large hairy hands. “I mean, after all those years of regular fucking, it must get very lonely inside your…”
“I beg your pardon?” she asked, scarcely believing that she had heard correctly. Surely this well-spoken and good-looking man hadn’t used that lewd word! Her eyes lifted and widened with astonishment. Beneath her, the pleasant sonorous drone of his roughly masculine voice had served to distract from the strange sensation of vibration under her loins. There definitely seemed to be something poking up now between her legs. The shape of it was roughly that of the end of a broom handle, round and firm. And she would have sworn it was really vibrating. She looked at her drink, puzzled. It was too late to move, as she seemed to be stuck on this ridged column. And anyway her lower body suddenly felt very tired.
Carter leaned forward, putting his fingers on her knee so confidently that she couldn’t bring herself to object. He looked deeply into her eyes, and she found that his were slightly more hypnotic than they had been when he had first opened the door.
“But don’t you feel,” he asked, “that you are missing something when you don’t have a man’s long hard cock sliding up and down inside your juicy cunt from time to time?”
Amy gasped and put her hand to her throat. This conversation had gotten altogether out of hand. And now the strange sensations building in her loins served to keep her rooted to her seat. She didn’t know if this tingling feeling was being caused by the vibrating prod in the cushion or by the drink or by the terribly wicked things he was saying, or perhaps by a combination of all of it. But in any case, despite her brain’s insistence that she flee, her belly and thighs didn’t seem to want to let her. Her sensually excited body seemed to be drenched with a weakness somewhat similar to what one feels during a bad case of the flu.
Then too, there was the fact that Maxwell Carter was a very handsome man. Now that Billy Erspamer had opened the floodgates with his masterful awakening of her voluptuous body, she had become aware of other men, too. Of men in general. Of sex in general. Where was the harm? She was a mature woman! Maxwell Carter was a mature and attractive man. For all she knew his penis might feel even better than young Erspamer’s. That might be worth cheating on Billy for. And he wouldn’t demand pay, either. With Ellen and Mrs. Carter away for the afternoon, it might prove a joyous respite to somewhat vary her sexual activities.
But on the other hand she mustn’t appear too easy. Men never respected women who were human punchboards.
She crossed her legs at the knees, showing just a small amount of thigh and said absurdly primly, “I really don’t think that’s a topic open to general discussion. Isn’t there something else we could talk about?” She scrunched down into her seat over the vibrating prod, which seemed to be stuck right up into the softly flanged lips of her warmly tingling pussy now. She tried to move slightly away in order to relieve the tantalizing sensation, but this only seemed to make it worse.
“Then you don’t enjoy it when Billy Erspamer rams his big hard cock up into your sweet little cunt, Amy?”
The startled young mother gasped and put a hand to her throat. “Where-where… oh God! Who… told you that?” Suddenly she felt like screaming. If this man knew of her transgressions with Billy, then everyone in town must know it!
He came over abruptly and sat down next to her. Now it was really impossible to move. The vibrating broomstick beneath her loins was making her breath come faster and faster, and she knew her panties were already soaked from the lewd excitement. It was going to be impossible to retain her composure for very much longer.
“Oh, little boys have a way of bragging about their exploits,” he said, his hand moving casually up inside her skirt along her sleek inner thigh. “You should have selected a more mature and discreet individual for your amorous adventures. Believe me, that would work out best. If you’re going to fuck with children, they only fuck you back. Your hot little cunt is probably the talk of the locker room at New Trier High.”
The sensations swimming through her internal organs were undeniable now. She wanted to push his hand away, or slap it, but his words were so startling that she was thrown into confused rout. This was not orderly, this approach. Like most women, she was befuddled and disarmed by any approach to her vault of love which was distinctly out of the ordinary. She honestly didn’t know what to do. And now that terrible vibration of the bony prod inside the couch cushion had increased dramatically. She was being masturbated and she knew it; but the furthest thing from her mind was flight. Far from it! By now she definitely wanted something stuffed up inside of her wildly throbbing cunt that would help to still the live sensations swarming in her belly.
His words were also adding to this incitement dramatically. Shit, fuck and piss, suck and lick and eat were all words that Billy Erspamer used to turn her on and make her want to have wild uninhibited sex. She was programmed to respond to obscene language.
So she just stared at him, hypnotized, like a rabbit watching a python slowly uncoil. His hand came to rest softly against the white-pantied pubic triangle up between her thighs and, surprisingly to her, she did not resist automatically. Then his fingers were tickling at her frantically aroused genitals as his leonine head came forward, blocking out the light until she felt as if she were slipping into an immeasurable abyss. Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers, hot and heavy, breathing with passion as his tongue attempted to penetrate through her nervously quivering red lips.
At first the beautiful young widow was not sure how to react, but by now she was besieged by so many mutually distracting sensations that she was at a loss as to how she might cleverly resist without putting him off too much. After the initial minor resistance, her mouth opened instinctively and she sucked in his massive tongue, helpless to do anything but stroke it with her lips in the way honored by so many thousands of generations of womankind.
Her body shivered as his hands moved down over her softly round buttocks and began lifting the rear of her skirt. Now her excitedly tingling loins were totally open to the magnificent masturbatory sensation of whatever was going on inside the vibrating cushion with its unseen dildo.
He nudged her hips up then and she lifted them without resistance, breaking off their kiss long enough to mutter, “You’re sure they won’t be coming home soon?”
His only reply was a primitive grunt, and then his outsized fingers were slipping her panties off ripely rounded ass-cheeks and down her long tapered legs, finally dragging them off her feet as he took off her shoes. Amy smiled dreamily, going along with the tide, running her fingers through his curly hair. It would have been senseless to protest this far along.
She murmured something unintelligible and put her wet little tongue into his ear as his masterful hands slipped under her blouse to unhook her brassiere, which fell away without effort as she moved around so that he could pull it off. Her proudly upthrust breasts trembled and hardened slightly as they made naked contact with his big rough hands, and she groaned in ill-concealed eagerness.
She was naked now and yet curiously felt no extreme apprehension. Indeed, her lush mature body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed over it. He rubbed her quivering ass-cheeks in small circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons in order to slide his finger toward the tiny puckered hole of her anus where it lay winking like a red star in the night within its soft hairless crevice. His tongue was again forcing its powerful presence down into her open mouth, and she found herself sucking on it ravenously.
In another moment his searching fingers had begun sluicing through the satiny moisture of her ebony black pubic hair. He pressed his outstretched middle finger up between the wetly heated flanges of her cuntal lips and she jerked spasmodically from this unexpected contact which sent a warm ripple of erotic sensation up her naked spine.
Amy groaned. The vibration in the cushion had continued, and it pressed upward into her nether passage as he turned her over so that she was flat on her back with the whole of her naked front presented to him like a delicious photograph of curvaceousness.
“Christ, you have some body,” he muttered earnestly as his hands continued with their urgent work, titillating her throbbing hot flesh until she thought she would go out of her mind. “Ellen has nothing on you; nothing at all, believe me.”
Ellen? What did she have to do with it? What did he mean by that?
He ran his hands reverently over her ripely matured breasts, her flat white stomach, her firm young thighs, dragging soft mewls and whines of fierce pleasure from her open mouth. Tiny licking flames were consuming her naked flesh, between the softness of her inner thighs, out through the tips of her throbbing and now hard nipples, and down back again into the seething cauldron of her vagina where it roared with white hot heat like the interior of a blast furnace converting high-grade ore to steel.
“My God,” she groaned softly, “Oh my God, Maxwell. I like it. Oh go on. Don’t stop.”
Carter didn’t need any urging. Glancing briefly in the direction of the hidden motion picture cameras, he continued rummaging his hands over her lush nakedness and exploring her warm moist mouth with his saliva-drenched tongue. His fingers ran up between her thighs, searching for the seething core of her being. Her feverish cuntal furrow fairly jerked upwards toward his touch as if magnetized. “Aaaahhhh, that’s it, that’s it… oh… aaahhhhhh…!” she sighed without pause, searching his mouth with her tongue and sucking on his hot pink bludgeon as if it were a miniature penis fucking her mouth.
Pausing only momentarily to strip off his clothes, Maxwell fell down again upon the victimized and nakedly writhing young widow, covering her excitedly quivering breasts with kisses and twisting them savagely with his hands. His mouth sucked first on one nipple, then on the other, until they were both standing like flags on a mountain peak.
Slithering on top of her eagerly squirming body, he could feel her shivering with undisguisable passion beneath him. “You planned this, you devil,” she gritted hoarsely.
“Of course, my dear,” he grinned down at her, tantalizing her sensitive flesh.
“Get it over then. You’re driving me crazy!”
Carter laughed and drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips. Only then did she really become aware of his massively pulsating penis. She started when she saw the menacing spear of hard flesh and the heavy, sperm-bloated balls swinging softly beneath it. But nonetheless the hopelessly aroused young mother spread her legs still wider, offering her wetly throbbing vaginal slit in sacrifice to his immense masculinity.
“Put it in,” he croaked, then let his breath out with a long, low gasp as her hand burrowed down without hesitation and her warm fingers closed snugly around his rigid thrusting maleness, one thumb running affectionately up and down the sperm-bloated ridge beneath. Then her thumb and forefinger tightened around the throbbing purplish head, slowly but firmly pulling it toward her gaping vaginal aperture. He gasped as she peeled back the foreskin and gently pressed the sensitive moist tip against the fleshy wet folds of her open cunt. Her soft black pussy hair caressed it as it passed on through, the mouth of her vagina blowing on his cock with a burning desirous blast. The temptation was almost overwhelming to lunge forward and sink the whole of his heavy pulsating penis with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust into her quivering little belly.
By now Amy was truly groaning with lust, tiny unintelligible gasps of hunger and pleasure seeping from between her tightly clenched teeth. Her soul literally ached as much as her body as her womb contracted with lust like a hungry animal. His great throbbing hardness was at the tight entrance to her vagina, pressing smoothly into the passion-saturated folds. Oh God! What was he waiting for? It was agony… no, wait… there he was… parting the silken softness of her black pubic hair with his hotly throbbing thickness.
“What are you waiting for?” she gasped. “Hurry… the others will come back…”
“I want to fuck your tits,” he said, working his long rigid penis tormentingly around the outer edges of her wildly quivering cuntal mouth. He looked down at her large firm breasts with their enormous dark centers and erect nipples swaying gently outward from her slender rib cage and quivering slightly with each mewling gasp from her passion-soaked throat. Then he slithered up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her torso, gently placing his throbbing hot penis within the narrow cleft of her soft warm fleshiness.
Fuck my tits? What on earth…
Carter’s hand reached down and crushed the resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers, kneading and stretching them until she moaned with ecstasy. He watched them ooze through his hands like flaccid foam rubber, soft and yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment the pressure of his hands abated. He pressed them together so that they met across her chest and formed a velvety yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. Then he began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his pulsating rigidity in and out through the warm fleshy passage formed by her mounds, bumping her chin to wipe off the tiny spots of moisture as they appeared in the lust-swollen head of his penis.
Amy breathed heavily, totally unconscious of the subtle whirring of motion picture cameras in the distance. A smoky veil of passion obscured her dilated pupils, her nostrils flaring like a race horse’s. This felt so unearthly nice. Why hadn’t anyone ever used her breasts before like this? Her hips and buttocks writhed with desire, and her thighs trembled with unrelieved energy. This was nice — fun — but it wasn’t what she wanted. If only he would fuck her and quell this raging desire!
But Carter had received a signal from behind the one-way mirror by the fireplace, just a subtle flash of light like that of a flashbulb going on. He nodded and his eyes locked unsmiling on her full red sensuous lips which were still quivering with desire.
He worked his way up her body slightly until his knees were on either side of her throat and his long thick cock pulsated directly over her beautiful sensuous face, giving her eyes a view of the throbbing sperm-filled ridge underneath it. His testicles rested gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her breasts squashed down under his buttocks. Then he placed both hands behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck up towards him so that her mouth was directly in front of his impatiently pulsating organ. Then he shoved forward, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her massive breasts, until the tip of his penis was pressed softly between her slightly ovalled lips. He groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brushing gently over his cockhead as her lips fell limply open, and her face moved forward of her own volition.
Her warm moist lips had barely ovalled around his hotly throbbing cock before the desire-crazed young widow started using her tongue, swiping it around it make his penis jerk violently. Her lips moved down his lust-thickened shaft of flesh to take in as much of it as her throat could swallow, coating its sensitive skin with saliva and an undulating warmth. He pushed his hands along either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward as she licked and sucked hungrily.
Amy’s tongue curled around his organ as if all the burning hunger in her cunt was now concentrated in the heat of her mouth. He flexed his loins in and out and rolled his backside around on her breasts as she took in all of his long hard cock and burrowed her nose in is own cum-filled testicles slapping against her chin as she sucked, was excruciating and unbearable; he felt as if his penis were blowing up like a balloon. Then, almost before he realized what was happening, there was a shudder in his belly and a liquid white flow came rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the bridge of his rapidly jerking organ. He gripped her head tightly with his fingers in her hair and rammed his wildly ejaculating cock far back into her throat, not letting her escape. She groaned as the heavy spurts of fiery hot cum came squirting out, stretching and bloating her cheeks to bursting. But she swallowed gluttonously, sputtering to keep from choking on the sticky white semen as he emptied his testicles into her voraciously sucking mouth.
She continued to suck hungrily on his deflating penis, undulating her buttocks and rubbing her thighs together, their tops flooded with her own liquid excitement.
Resolved to get her own orgasm as well, Amy licked and bit at his cock gently until it began to fill up with blood again. Then when her tongue and lips had restored it fully, her head dropped heavily back onto the couch, and the shamelessly aroused young widow spread her legs wide. The rejuvenated male instrument slipped wetly from her cum-filled lips, and her eyes flickered open as she peered at him through smoky, desire-ridden dilated pupils. Then came her desperate croak, “Fuck me.”
Carter smiled superciliously and moved down to make the connection. He could feel her wetly heated pussy lips throbbing with excitement as his fingers guided his rigid pole of flesh straight through her gaping cuntal mouth and into the furnace hot depths below. Her pussy hair was by now heavy with sexual secretion, and he was able to slide right up to her cervix with a single long, smooth stroke, which brought a gasp of rapture from her lust-constricted throat. There was not the slightest resistance as the naked young mother groaned with happiness and dug her fingernails into his swiftly moving buttocks. The smooth walls of her hotly quivering vagina covered his invading cock with more lubricant and undulated passionately as it moved on through, going deeper, ever deeper, up into her belly.
Amy felt as if her body was singing all over as Maxwell’s masterful penis began pistoning in and out of her tightly clasping cunt. Her entire insides seemed to open like a sunflower to his wonderfully hard penetration. And then she began groaning and sighing ecstatically as he fucked her as viciously as he knew how, her voluptuous young body shuddering with wild, abandoned jerks, “Sssssssooo goooood,” she moaned, her arms wrapping snugly about his swiftly-moving body, her face contorting with ecstatic passion.
Wet smacking sounds resounded through the library as they fucked demonically, like two people possessed, her cuntal lubricants overflowed the snug connection and flowed into the hotly undulating crevice of her buttocks. Her sex-ravenous body gyrated enthusiastically, anguishing as it sought its climax. Amy churned and twisted and thrashed, shrieking and begging and cursing for him to fuck harder and deeper. She spiraled her hungry little cunt up and down over his lust-hardened cock as though her hips were on a yo-yo string… up and down… up and down. Then… it was there, the string breaking without warning!
“Oh God! I’M CUMMING! DARLING! I’M CUMMING!” she shrieked, locking her ankles high up around his back, and then all of her orgiastic fluid came gushing out in a mighty rush, flooding his sperm-laden balls, buttocks and thighs. He shoved her violently quaking thighs up over her shoulders and rammed his hips forward, grinding as deeply into her wildly convulsing vagina as he could go, until his hot liquid sperm exploded deep up inside her, shooting spurt after spurt into her warmly welcoming womb.
On the other side of the one-way mirror which encircled the Carter’s elegant stone fireplace, Ellen sat in an easy chair stroking Handsome’s crown as the big dog gently nuzzled and licked at her swarming young pussy. She could no longer remember how many times he had fucked her and licked her cunt, all she knew was that she felt ridiculously happy and relaxed.
The fat man and the other, rather good-looking dog had gone home. It was herself and Dominique sitting back here with the motion picture cameras as they whirred, getting her mother’s adventure with Maxwell Carter from every angle.
“Golly, my mother sure can suck cock, Dominique,” said the buxom teenage blonde in awe. “I’d never have believed it.”
Dominique squeezed the child’s hand affectionately. “Remember what I told you, Ellen. Whatever your differences, she’s still your mother.”
Ellen shrugged luxuriously, her budding young breasts quivering in teenaged exuberance. “Oh poo, I don’t care about Billy Erspamer any more.” Then she smiled. “You’ve shown me that sex is normal, Dominique. You and Maxwell.” She blushed. “I just want to show my appreciation.”
Dominique looked through the glass to where Amy Winthrop was whining and moaning in delight under Maxwell’s masterful fucking. “You have already, dear. And it was a good thing you told us about Billy. That and a few other things helped up to soften your mother up somewhat.”
“Looks like she’s having an orgasm,” said the thirteen year old thoughtfully, biting her lip as she looked vaguely jealous.
Dominique smiled. “She certainly is! As soon as she’s finished, we’ll bring Handsome out to say hello to her.” She squeezed Ellen’s hand again. “Would you like that, dear? Would it turn you on to see our nice big doggy fucking your hot-blooded mother?”
“You know it would, Dominique. More than anything.” Ellen rested back in the chair as Handsome’s tongue spun like a bullet up through her moistly churning young cunt. She was almost ready to come again. And after that — why, after that, their families were going to have whole new lives together.
She looked into the future and saw only fullness and sunshine.
At first she had assumed that her pretty young daughter and the Carters had gone for a drive somewhere, when there seemed to be no answer forthcoming from the big house. She knew how Ellen enjoyed riding in their convertible with the top down, her waterfall long honey hair floating gloriously in the wind. The Carters were probably her favorite people since they’d come to Kenilworth. They were so refined and well-to-do. Little wonder Ellen found their company so pleasant.
There was a disconcerting one-way peephole in the Carters’ front door, and now Amy had the distinctly discomforting impression that someone was peering at her through it. In such situations even the most cool individual would find it difficult to contrive a casual appearance, and Amy Winthrop was by no means cool. She fidgeted and looked alternately away from the little peephole, then back again defiantly with her eyebrows narrowed. She wasn’t sure at all that she approved of this sort of circumspectness on the part of ordinary neighbors. One would think they were running a house of ill repute or something.
Then suddenly the door opened and there was Maxwell Carter, a tall, dark and handsome brute of a man with long wavy black hair and steely blue eyes which bored right through a person. “Hello, Amy,” he said pleasantly.
“Hello,” she smiled shyly. “Just thought I’d come by to borrow a cup of sugar.” She looked up at his grand, broad-shouldered form. He seemed to fill the whole foyer. Almost six-foot-three, at least, she thought with a pleasant and easy comparison of his mature and sensual manhood, very dignified, and Billy Erspamer’s winsome youthfulness.
He smiled indulgently and took her arm, guiding her inside and closing the door behind her. Their feet clattered on the elegant hardwood tiles of the entrance hall. “Ellen isn’t here right now,” he said in a masterful tone. “She’s gone with Dominique up to our lake cottage at Libertyville. Is there anything I can get you? A martini, perhaps?”
Amy smiled nervously. This was the first time she had ever been alone with this devastatingly handsome man, and she had to admit that it gave her butterflies in her stomach. Her adventure with Billy Erspamer seemed to have heightened her general sexual awareness and sensitivity tremendously. She tried to be casual as she said, “Well, I rarely drink in the daytime…”
“Just one, then,” said Maxwell, taking her arm and guiding her dominantly towards the library. In another moment they were down the steps and walking across the plush purple carpeting towards the bar that had come sliding around open at the far side of the room. Amy smiled uncertainly and looked around. She had never been in such plush surroundings before. The Carters indeed seemed to have everything! She had never been in their library before, but the immediate impression of sumptuousness and spare-no-expense was forceful and pervading. She was impressed.
Carter went around behind the bar and began mixing them both a drink as she watched him. He said casually, looking down at his bottles and glasses in the sink below the bar, “The girls probably won’t be home until quite late. That gives us some time to get acquainted and get to know each other. We’ve really been meaning to get to know you better. Ellen is quite a delightful child to have around.”
She tried to read his words for anything more subtle, but his manner was so innocuous she failed to uncover any sinister hidden meanings. He was just a decent individual, a good man, and he really meant what he said, obviously.
She took the drink from him and smiled. “Thank you.”
“Have a seat.” He indicated the couch in back of her.
She sat down smiling and lifted her drink to her lips. The taste was not quite martini, but it was good and warming. She had the heady sensation that it was flowing right down her throat and into her vitals, which seemed to turn over with the minimum reaction required of a cold engine on a cold morning.
“So how are you finding our little town?” asked Carter pleasantly, his right arm resting casually over the back of the red leather arm chair so that she couldn’t see his finger press a hidden button wired beneath the piano in back of it.
“Oh, it’s very nice. The neighbors are very nice too, of course.”
She drank some more of her very pleasant drink and noticed with a dull sort of awareness a very faint vibration which seemed to be in either the couch or in her loins, or perhaps both, as if a truck were passing in the street outside the house. She tried to shift her seat without being too obvious, but it seemed as if she had sat on some sort of ridge in the cushion, and it wasn’t very easy to slip off of it.
“I understand you’re a widow,” he said pleasantly, drinking.
“Oh yes,” not sure whether that required a smile or what.
“Must be difficult. After all those years of marriage, to suddenly be without a man.”
The vibrations seemed to have increased subtly. There was a rubbery probing just beneath her rounded ass-cheeks. It seemed to be some sort of instrument inside the cushion. But that was absurd. She felt very self-conscious. His eyes were warmly upon her, and she felt awkward about trying to shift to another part of the couch.
She took another sip of her drink, which had turned truly delicious. The warmish feeling in her stomach was expanding into her rib cage, and from there upward into her deliciously ripened breasts. Her nipples began to tingle. She said, somewhat awkwardly, almost afraid of what he might reply, “Well, of course one gets used to having a man about the house…”
“No, I mean for sex,” said Carter frankly. He leaned forward, his glass in his large hairy hands. “I mean, after all those years of regular fucking, it must get very lonely inside your…”
“I beg your pardon?” she asked, scarcely believing that she had heard correctly. Surely this well-spoken and good-looking man hadn’t used that lewd word! Her eyes lifted and widened with astonishment. Beneath her, the pleasant sonorous drone of his roughly masculine voice had served to distract from the strange sensation of vibration under her loins. There definitely seemed to be something poking up now between her legs. The shape of it was roughly that of the end of a broom handle, round and firm. And she would have sworn it was really vibrating. She looked at her drink, puzzled. It was too late to move, as she seemed to be stuck on this ridged column. And anyway her lower body suddenly felt very tired.
Carter leaned forward, putting his fingers on her knee so confidently that she couldn’t bring herself to object. He looked deeply into her eyes, and she found that his were slightly more hypnotic than they had been when he had first opened the door.
“But don’t you feel,” he asked, “that you are missing something when you don’t have a man’s long hard cock sliding up and down inside your juicy cunt from time to time?”
Amy gasped and put her hand to her throat. This conversation had gotten altogether out of hand. And now the strange sensations building in her loins served to keep her rooted to her seat. She didn’t know if this tingling feeling was being caused by the vibrating prod in the cushion or by the drink or by the terribly wicked things he was saying, or perhaps by a combination of all of it. But in any case, despite her brain’s insistence that she flee, her belly and thighs didn’t seem to want to let her. Her sensually excited body seemed to be drenched with a weakness somewhat similar to what one feels during a bad case of the flu.
Then too, there was the fact that Maxwell Carter was a very handsome man. Now that Billy Erspamer had opened the floodgates with his masterful awakening of her voluptuous body, she had become aware of other men, too. Of men in general. Of sex in general. Where was the harm? She was a mature woman! Maxwell Carter was a mature and attractive man. For all she knew his penis might feel even better than young Erspamer’s. That might be worth cheating on Billy for. And he wouldn’t demand pay, either. With Ellen and Mrs. Carter away for the afternoon, it might prove a joyous respite to somewhat vary her sexual activities.
But on the other hand she mustn’t appear too easy. Men never respected women who were human punchboards.
She crossed her legs at the knees, showing just a small amount of thigh and said absurdly primly, “I really don’t think that’s a topic open to general discussion. Isn’t there something else we could talk about?” She scrunched down into her seat over the vibrating prod, which seemed to be stuck right up into the softly flanged lips of her warmly tingling pussy now. She tried to move slightly away in order to relieve the tantalizing sensation, but this only seemed to make it worse.
“Then you don’t enjoy it when Billy Erspamer rams his big hard cock up into your sweet little cunt, Amy?”
The startled young mother gasped and put a hand to her throat. “Where-where… oh God! Who… told you that?” Suddenly she felt like screaming. If this man knew of her transgressions with Billy, then everyone in town must know it!
He came over abruptly and sat down next to her. Now it was really impossible to move. The vibrating broomstick beneath her loins was making her breath come faster and faster, and she knew her panties were already soaked from the lewd excitement. It was going to be impossible to retain her composure for very much longer.
“Oh, little boys have a way of bragging about their exploits,” he said, his hand moving casually up inside her skirt along her sleek inner thigh. “You should have selected a more mature and discreet individual for your amorous adventures. Believe me, that would work out best. If you’re going to fuck with children, they only fuck you back. Your hot little cunt is probably the talk of the locker room at New Trier High.”
The sensations swimming through her internal organs were undeniable now. She wanted to push his hand away, or slap it, but his words were so startling that she was thrown into confused rout. This was not orderly, this approach. Like most women, she was befuddled and disarmed by any approach to her vault of love which was distinctly out of the ordinary. She honestly didn’t know what to do. And now that terrible vibration of the bony prod inside the couch cushion had increased dramatically. She was being masturbated and she knew it; but the furthest thing from her mind was flight. Far from it! By now she definitely wanted something stuffed up inside of her wildly throbbing cunt that would help to still the live sensations swarming in her belly.
His words were also adding to this incitement dramatically. Shit, fuck and piss, suck and lick and eat were all words that Billy Erspamer used to turn her on and make her want to have wild uninhibited sex. She was programmed to respond to obscene language.
So she just stared at him, hypnotized, like a rabbit watching a python slowly uncoil. His hand came to rest softly against the white-pantied pubic triangle up between her thighs and, surprisingly to her, she did not resist automatically. Then his fingers were tickling at her frantically aroused genitals as his leonine head came forward, blocking out the light until she felt as if she were slipping into an immeasurable abyss. Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers, hot and heavy, breathing with passion as his tongue attempted to penetrate through her nervously quivering red lips.
At first the beautiful young widow was not sure how to react, but by now she was besieged by so many mutually distracting sensations that she was at a loss as to how she might cleverly resist without putting him off too much. After the initial minor resistance, her mouth opened instinctively and she sucked in his massive tongue, helpless to do anything but stroke it with her lips in the way honored by so many thousands of generations of womankind.
Her body shivered as his hands moved down over her softly round buttocks and began lifting the rear of her skirt. Now her excitedly tingling loins were totally open to the magnificent masturbatory sensation of whatever was going on inside the vibrating cushion with its unseen dildo.
He nudged her hips up then and she lifted them without resistance, breaking off their kiss long enough to mutter, “You’re sure they won’t be coming home soon?”
His only reply was a primitive grunt, and then his outsized fingers were slipping her panties off ripely rounded ass-cheeks and down her long tapered legs, finally dragging them off her feet as he took off her shoes. Amy smiled dreamily, going along with the tide, running her fingers through his curly hair. It would have been senseless to protest this far along.
She murmured something unintelligible and put her wet little tongue into his ear as his masterful hands slipped under her blouse to unhook her brassiere, which fell away without effort as she moved around so that he could pull it off. Her proudly upthrust breasts trembled and hardened slightly as they made naked contact with his big rough hands, and she groaned in ill-concealed eagerness.
She was naked now and yet curiously felt no extreme apprehension. Indeed, her lush mature body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed over it. He rubbed her quivering ass-cheeks in small circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons in order to slide his finger toward the tiny puckered hole of her anus where it lay winking like a red star in the night within its soft hairless crevice. His tongue was again forcing its powerful presence down into her open mouth, and she found herself sucking on it ravenously.
In another moment his searching fingers had begun sluicing through the satiny moisture of her ebony black pubic hair. He pressed his outstretched middle finger up between the wetly heated flanges of her cuntal lips and she jerked spasmodically from this unexpected contact which sent a warm ripple of erotic sensation up her naked spine.
Amy groaned. The vibration in the cushion had continued, and it pressed upward into her nether passage as he turned her over so that she was flat on her back with the whole of her naked front presented to him like a delicious photograph of curvaceousness.
“Christ, you have some body,” he muttered earnestly as his hands continued with their urgent work, titillating her throbbing hot flesh until she thought she would go out of her mind. “Ellen has nothing on you; nothing at all, believe me.”
Ellen? What did she have to do with it? What did he mean by that?
He ran his hands reverently over her ripely matured breasts, her flat white stomach, her firm young thighs, dragging soft mewls and whines of fierce pleasure from her open mouth. Tiny licking flames were consuming her naked flesh, between the softness of her inner thighs, out through the tips of her throbbing and now hard nipples, and down back again into the seething cauldron of her vagina where it roared with white hot heat like the interior of a blast furnace converting high-grade ore to steel.
“My God,” she groaned softly, “Oh my God, Maxwell. I like it. Oh go on. Don’t stop.”
Carter didn’t need any urging. Glancing briefly in the direction of the hidden motion picture cameras, he continued rummaging his hands over her lush nakedness and exploring her warm moist mouth with his saliva-drenched tongue. His fingers ran up between her thighs, searching for the seething core of her being. Her feverish cuntal furrow fairly jerked upwards toward his touch as if magnetized. “Aaaahhhh, that’s it, that’s it… oh… aaahhhhhh…!” she sighed without pause, searching his mouth with her tongue and sucking on his hot pink bludgeon as if it were a miniature penis fucking her mouth.
Pausing only momentarily to strip off his clothes, Maxwell fell down again upon the victimized and nakedly writhing young widow, covering her excitedly quivering breasts with kisses and twisting them savagely with his hands. His mouth sucked first on one nipple, then on the other, until they were both standing like flags on a mountain peak.
Slithering on top of her eagerly squirming body, he could feel her shivering with undisguisable passion beneath him. “You planned this, you devil,” she gritted hoarsely.
“Of course, my dear,” he grinned down at her, tantalizing her sensitive flesh.
“Get it over then. You’re driving me crazy!”
Carter laughed and drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips. Only then did she really become aware of his massively pulsating penis. She started when she saw the menacing spear of hard flesh and the heavy, sperm-bloated balls swinging softly beneath it. But nonetheless the hopelessly aroused young mother spread her legs still wider, offering her wetly throbbing vaginal slit in sacrifice to his immense masculinity.
“Put it in,” he croaked, then let his breath out with a long, low gasp as her hand burrowed down without hesitation and her warm fingers closed snugly around his rigid thrusting maleness, one thumb running affectionately up and down the sperm-bloated ridge beneath. Then her thumb and forefinger tightened around the throbbing purplish head, slowly but firmly pulling it toward her gaping vaginal aperture. He gasped as she peeled back the foreskin and gently pressed the sensitive moist tip against the fleshy wet folds of her open cunt. Her soft black pussy hair caressed it as it passed on through, the mouth of her vagina blowing on his cock with a burning desirous blast. The temptation was almost overwhelming to lunge forward and sink the whole of his heavy pulsating penis with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust into her quivering little belly.
By now Amy was truly groaning with lust, tiny unintelligible gasps of hunger and pleasure seeping from between her tightly clenched teeth. Her soul literally ached as much as her body as her womb contracted with lust like a hungry animal. His great throbbing hardness was at the tight entrance to her vagina, pressing smoothly into the passion-saturated folds. Oh God! What was he waiting for? It was agony… no, wait… there he was… parting the silken softness of her black pubic hair with his hotly throbbing thickness.
“What are you waiting for?” she gasped. “Hurry… the others will come back…”
“I want to fuck your tits,” he said, working his long rigid penis tormentingly around the outer edges of her wildly quivering cuntal mouth. He looked down at her large firm breasts with their enormous dark centers and erect nipples swaying gently outward from her slender rib cage and quivering slightly with each mewling gasp from her passion-soaked throat. Then he slithered up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her torso, gently placing his throbbing hot penis within the narrow cleft of her soft warm fleshiness.
Fuck my tits? What on earth…
Carter’s hand reached down and crushed the resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers, kneading and stretching them until she moaned with ecstasy. He watched them ooze through his hands like flaccid foam rubber, soft and yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment the pressure of his hands abated. He pressed them together so that they met across her chest and formed a velvety yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. Then he began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his pulsating rigidity in and out through the warm fleshy passage formed by her mounds, bumping her chin to wipe off the tiny spots of moisture as they appeared in the lust-swollen head of his penis.
Amy breathed heavily, totally unconscious of the subtle whirring of motion picture cameras in the distance. A smoky veil of passion obscured her dilated pupils, her nostrils flaring like a race horse’s. This felt so unearthly nice. Why hadn’t anyone ever used her breasts before like this? Her hips and buttocks writhed with desire, and her thighs trembled with unrelieved energy. This was nice — fun — but it wasn’t what she wanted. If only he would fuck her and quell this raging desire!
But Carter had received a signal from behind the one-way mirror by the fireplace, just a subtle flash of light like that of a flashbulb going on. He nodded and his eyes locked unsmiling on her full red sensuous lips which were still quivering with desire.
He worked his way up her body slightly until his knees were on either side of her throat and his long thick cock pulsated directly over her beautiful sensuous face, giving her eyes a view of the throbbing sperm-filled ridge underneath it. His testicles rested gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her breasts squashed down under his buttocks. Then he placed both hands behind her head and lifted it up off the bed, bending her neck up towards him so that her mouth was directly in front of his impatiently pulsating organ. Then he shoved forward, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her massive breasts, until the tip of his penis was pressed softly between her slightly ovalled lips. He groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brushing gently over his cockhead as her lips fell limply open, and her face moved forward of her own volition.
Her warm moist lips had barely ovalled around his hotly throbbing cock before the desire-crazed young widow started using her tongue, swiping it around it make his penis jerk violently. Her lips moved down his lust-thickened shaft of flesh to take in as much of it as her throat could swallow, coating its sensitive skin with saliva and an undulating warmth. He pushed his hands along either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward as she licked and sucked hungrily.
Amy’s tongue curled around his organ as if all the burning hunger in her cunt was now concentrated in the heat of her mouth. He flexed his loins in and out and rolled his backside around on her breasts as she took in all of his long hard cock and burrowed her nose in is own cum-filled testicles slapping against her chin as she sucked, was excruciating and unbearable; he felt as if his penis were blowing up like a balloon. Then, almost before he realized what was happening, there was a shudder in his belly and a liquid white flow came rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the bridge of his rapidly jerking organ. He gripped her head tightly with his fingers in her hair and rammed his wildly ejaculating cock far back into her throat, not letting her escape. She groaned as the heavy spurts of fiery hot cum came squirting out, stretching and bloating her cheeks to bursting. But she swallowed gluttonously, sputtering to keep from choking on the sticky white semen as he emptied his testicles into her voraciously sucking mouth.
She continued to suck hungrily on his deflating penis, undulating her buttocks and rubbing her thighs together, their tops flooded with her own liquid excitement.
Resolved to get her own orgasm as well, Amy licked and bit at his cock gently until it began to fill up with blood again. Then when her tongue and lips had restored it fully, her head dropped heavily back onto the couch, and the shamelessly aroused young widow spread her legs wide. The rejuvenated male instrument slipped wetly from her cum-filled lips, and her eyes flickered open as she peered at him through smoky, desire-ridden dilated pupils. Then came her desperate croak, “Fuck me.”
Carter smiled superciliously and moved down to make the connection. He could feel her wetly heated pussy lips throbbing with excitement as his fingers guided his rigid pole of flesh straight through her gaping cuntal mouth and into the furnace hot depths below. Her pussy hair was by now heavy with sexual secretion, and he was able to slide right up to her cervix with a single long, smooth stroke, which brought a gasp of rapture from her lust-constricted throat. There was not the slightest resistance as the naked young mother groaned with happiness and dug her fingernails into his swiftly moving buttocks. The smooth walls of her hotly quivering vagina covered his invading cock with more lubricant and undulated passionately as it moved on through, going deeper, ever deeper, up into her belly.
Amy felt as if her body was singing all over as Maxwell’s masterful penis began pistoning in and out of her tightly clasping cunt. Her entire insides seemed to open like a sunflower to his wonderfully hard penetration. And then she began groaning and sighing ecstatically as he fucked her as viciously as he knew how, her voluptuous young body shuddering with wild, abandoned jerks, “Sssssssooo goooood,” she moaned, her arms wrapping snugly about his swiftly-moving body, her face contorting with ecstatic passion.
Wet smacking sounds resounded through the library as they fucked demonically, like two people possessed, her cuntal lubricants overflowed the snug connection and flowed into the hotly undulating crevice of her buttocks. Her sex-ravenous body gyrated enthusiastically, anguishing as it sought its climax. Amy churned and twisted and thrashed, shrieking and begging and cursing for him to fuck harder and deeper. She spiraled her hungry little cunt up and down over his lust-hardened cock as though her hips were on a yo-yo string… up and down… up and down. Then… it was there, the string breaking without warning!
“Oh God! I’M CUMMING! DARLING! I’M CUMMING!” she shrieked, locking her ankles high up around his back, and then all of her orgiastic fluid came gushing out in a mighty rush, flooding his sperm-laden balls, buttocks and thighs. He shoved her violently quaking thighs up over her shoulders and rammed his hips forward, grinding as deeply into her wildly convulsing vagina as he could go, until his hot liquid sperm exploded deep up inside her, shooting spurt after spurt into her warmly welcoming womb.
On the other side of the one-way mirror which encircled the Carter’s elegant stone fireplace, Ellen sat in an easy chair stroking Handsome’s crown as the big dog gently nuzzled and licked at her swarming young pussy. She could no longer remember how many times he had fucked her and licked her cunt, all she knew was that she felt ridiculously happy and relaxed.
The fat man and the other, rather good-looking dog had gone home. It was herself and Dominique sitting back here with the motion picture cameras as they whirred, getting her mother’s adventure with Maxwell Carter from every angle.
“Golly, my mother sure can suck cock, Dominique,” said the buxom teenage blonde in awe. “I’d never have believed it.”
Dominique squeezed the child’s hand affectionately. “Remember what I told you, Ellen. Whatever your differences, she’s still your mother.”
Ellen shrugged luxuriously, her budding young breasts quivering in teenaged exuberance. “Oh poo, I don’t care about Billy Erspamer any more.” Then she smiled. “You’ve shown me that sex is normal, Dominique. You and Maxwell.” She blushed. “I just want to show my appreciation.”
Dominique looked through the glass to where Amy Winthrop was whining and moaning in delight under Maxwell’s masterful fucking. “You have already, dear. And it was a good thing you told us about Billy. That and a few other things helped up to soften your mother up somewhat.”
“Looks like she’s having an orgasm,” said the thirteen year old thoughtfully, biting her lip as she looked vaguely jealous.
Dominique smiled. “She certainly is! As soon as she’s finished, we’ll bring Handsome out to say hello to her.” She squeezed Ellen’s hand again. “Would you like that, dear? Would it turn you on to see our nice big doggy fucking your hot-blooded mother?”
“You know it would, Dominique. More than anything.” Ellen rested back in the chair as Handsome’s tongue spun like a bullet up through her moistly churning young cunt. She was almost ready to come again. And after that — why, after that, their families were going to have whole new lives together.
She looked into the future and saw only fullness and sunshine.
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