Violent spasms surged through his loins as he peered down with wide, sex-filled eyes and his unsated passions made him renew his attack on her wetly quivering mouth.
Delight soared through all of them, each one pumping and sucking and licking as hard and fast as they could as they rode together toward the waiting pinnacle of sensual bliss. In her own quest for orgasm, Tamera sucked frantically as the boy’s rhythmically driving shaft fused with her mouth in one long fleshy tube, his testicles lewdly bouncing off of her chin, and her actions were too much for Eddie to be able to hold back any longer.
“Ahhhhh!” he cried out, feeling his sperm bubbling up from his balls, and at the last moment, he jerked his cock from her ovalling red lips and held it about two inches from her hotly pleading mouth.
“No! Oh God, give it back and cum down my throat!” Tamera pleaded desperately, her face contorted in wild anguish.
“Open wide!” he yelled, and then again: “Ahhhhh!” His cock shot forth a thin powerful stream of hot, white cum in a low-curving arc which splattered warmly against her cheek. Desperately, she moaned and moved her mouth in a direct line with the jerking stream and with her lips ovalled as wide as possible, she took in all of his creamy thick surges like she was a hungering child beneath her mother’s breast.
The virilely gushing young semen was a billowing wave of joy for her, and she mewled obscenely at the idea of being covered with his seed like thick, lewd splashes of white-wash. At the same instant McDonald began to spasm convulsively and he spurted his boiling ejaculations deep up into her hungrily accepting belly, and the combination of the two set her off like a rocket.
She was there! Oh, God, was she there! She screamed and heaved her buttocks down against her boyfriend’s father’s penis as his groaning young son spewed the last of his semen into her mouth and gullet, and McDonald’s cum ricocheted wildly against her inner cunt as he emptied his balls totally into the waiting void of her insanely contracting young belly. Her brain shattered into a million fragments that dazzled her like lightning, and she gulped and swallowed the mouthfuls of gushing white cum without feeling time or reality, only the unbelievable pleasure of her own orgasm rippling sensuously through her.
Carla gazed with tender fascination as her daughter’s hotly working vagina milked McDonald’s penis with ever more voraciously contracting muscles, the older man’s viscid liquid bursting out from the edges of the tiny, almost virginal vaginal hole into which he’d shot so much, and mingling with Tamera’s secretions and her own saliva where she had licked her before. The mother’s head moved forward and wildly licked and kissed her child’s cunt some more, tasting the strong male flavor of the seed on her tongue for the second time that day, and when McDonald wetly slithered his limp cock from the girl’s vagina and lay back with a sigh, she greedily swallowed the still hot cum from the warm, pink hole and matted pubic hair, riding an empathetic wave of joy that threatened to burst her brain.
They all collapsed, and as they rolled over, panting and exhausted, Tamera caught her mother’s eye, and she smiled at her. And then they both knew that everything had been spoken and done. They affirmed their closeness as they smiled at one another; they were soul naked as well as physically naked, and they knew one another for what they were and would always be, and that whatever they did, it would be condoned by the other. For some ten minutes, the four naked lovers lay without moving, resting and regathering their strength and sanity. At last Tamera turned to Eddie, and with a sloe-eyed smile, she asked: “Well? Did we earn back our pictures?”
“I don’t know,” he teased. “What do you think, Dad?”
“Ah, they certainly did work hard at it,” the older McDonald sighed. “They certainly did work.”
“Then, we get the pictures,” Carla said expectantly.
“Tell you what,” McDonald replied, grinning. “We’ll have one more go-around, just to make sure you two are up to standards, you understand. One more time, and then we’ll see.”
“That sounds fair to me,” Carla giggled, a tingling of animal lust purling in her belly. “Except this time I think I should get Eddie all to myself.”
“I think we’ll manage,” Tamera added, crawling over and kissing Eddie’s father on the tip of his cock. “Somehow…”
It was only a matter of moments before the four resumed their wild orgiastic wantonness, in an uncontrolled flailing of breasts, cunts, cocks, and squirming buttocks…
CHAPTER NINE
Agnes McDonald took off her flowered hat and looked around the empty house. Where could that rascal of a husband be? she asked herself. Now, he must have gotten my message that I was coming home from Myrtle’s today. I sent it to his office last night, knowing that he’s been there working late…
And then she thought irately: Or was he there? Jealousy fumed in her breasts. She just bet that he hadn’t been at work, that he’d been off gallivanting with some peroxided hussy! And where was that no-good son of his, too? Out boozing or taking drugs, she bet. She stomped around the house in her “sensible” shoes, and the more she did, the more frustrated and angry she became. Just wait, she told herself. Just wait until either one of those bums showed up, she’d show them. Males! They were all alike, ruining a woman, only callous beasts. Why, if she didn’t have the Ladies Bridge Club presidency to consider, she’d lock them out entirely, and really cause a war! She was almost furious enough to do it anyway, and let her social standing hang. To think! The best years of her life had been wasted on men!
Sticking her jaw out, she went to the phone, thinking of calling her friend, Libinia Whye; she’d gone through two husbands and was now a contented woman living by herself and fourteen cats. It would be a pleasure to talk to her for awhile, Agnes thought. Then her eyes spied a pad of paper by the phone, and grasping it in one claw, she read the address which was written on it.
Her eyes narrowed. It was in her husband’s handwriting, but she didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t one of their close circle of friends. Business? No; it was a local address. Then who?
The Other Woman!
Now she had Mort right where she wanted him! Grabbing her flowered hat again, Agnes flew out the door to the family car which she’d taken to see her sick sister. She’d bust right in and confront that lousy husband of hers, she vowed!
She started the car, and tore down the quiet street, heading with sour vengeance and righteous indignation straight for the small home of Carla West.
But even Agnes McDonald in her wildest imagination never dreamed of what she would find once she got there. It would be the shock of their lives for all concerned…
