tomorrow and the next day,” she gasped, her face red with her exertions, sweat dripping off her tits onto his chest, and their bodies slapping together wetly.
“Promises, promises,” he muttered. Then he pulled her down onto him, and began to meet her thrusts with his own upward thrusts, and she cried out and moaned. Then she began to stiffen on him and quiver and he knew she had reached her mountaintop again. “OHHHHHhhhh, Timmmmieee, i'm coommm-nNNNGGG,” she squealed. “God, it is sooooo gooooddd, don't let it stooopppppp, don't let it stopppp, please!” She reached her climax, went mad and then began to shiver and gasp at the final pitch of her passion and then dwindled off, slowly, slowly, easing down into her satiated pleasure moments, kissing his shoulder and rubbing her tits against his sweaty chest. Tim had come as she did, blowing his hot slag into her cunt as deeply as it would go, making her squirm in her orgasm, and with the feeling of his hot juice spurting against her quivering cervix. They lay on the sand together. Then she rolled off him, his softening cock making a little sucking sound as it slipped from her now well-stretched slit. She sighed and curled against him and they dozed in the warm air under the pine tree, lulled by the lap of the waves on the shore.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mara looked up from the chaise on the patio and saw Cherry and Tim coming down the beach toward the cottage, hand in hand, walking slowly hand in hand. She noticed their lazy attitude, their smiles at one another, but in particular the flaccid dangle of her son's gigantic cock. No boy would walk naked with a girl like Cherry, and not have a hard-on, unless it had been pumped dry several times recently. And she had no doubt that that was exactly what had happened. “Looks like Cherry and my Tim have begun a deep friendship,” she murmured to Hank where he lay on a mattress, stretched and lazy, his big rod lying across his thigh, limp and sated. He raised his head and looked and grinned. “Cherry has probably initiated him into her special fuck,” he said. “She has a way of squatting on a cock and literally wringing it dry.” She looked at him with an unsmiling gaze. “Do you fuck your daughter, Hank?”
He looked at her and hesitated. “Why do you ask?” “Well, you're freewheeling about sex and the naked body in front of her. You did not hesitate to take her on the float with us, saw her fondle Tim and then let them go away together without a word. I assume, then, that you have let Cherry learn all about sex, early and completely-and that, perhaps, you were her teacher in much of her learning.” He nodded, his face serious. “I look at sex as an appetite that is to be fed, a pleasure to be enjoyed, a joy to be savored. And I have tried to teach Cherry the same. Yes, we fuck as much as we want to. And I don't think it has hurt her one bit.” Mara nodded and replied, musing, “It is odd you and I think the same about sex in regard to our kids. Tim and I bang it every day and sometimes oftener than that, according to our moods.” The young people were at the patio by that time and settled into their chairs, leaning back tiredly. Mara smiled at the girl. “Hi, Cherry. Your Dad and I are getting acquainted and he told me about you. How do you like our island?”
“Fine, just fine, Mrs. Fletcher.” The girl smiled at her and Mara was amused to see the daughter's eyes glance possessively at the flaccid cock of her father, which lay peacefully upon his thigh, a little ooze of cum sparkling at the slit in the dark knob. “Well, we are just glad you are here. And your Dad and I have decided that you will spend several days here resting, before he has to report for duty. Would you like that?” “Gee, Mom, I sure would,” Tim interjected. Mara smiled at him. She knew what was in her son's mind.
And she was also determined that this young snit was not going to monopolize all that wonderful cock of her son. Share and share alike, she thought. “I think so, too,” she agreed with Tim. “Now, why don't all you simply exhausted people just relax while I go and finish a salad, make up some tuna for sandwiches and a little piece of ham.
We'll eat it right here.” They agreed without argument and Mara went into the kitchen. However, in a little while Tim followed her. “I think they are nice. It will be a lot of fun to have them around,” he told his mother, coming up behind her and, nudging her with his cock, fitted it into her asscheek crevice and made little hunching motions against it, until she felt his cock thickening. His hands came around front and palmed her tits, rolling them gently until her nipples thrust into his palms. She turned and looked up at him, taking his cock and moving the foreskin up and back over the bulging knob until he was nearly erected, the eye staring up at her nearest tit.
“Tim, I learned that Hank and Cherry fuck all the time. So do we.
So, let's have a party this afternoon, what do you say?” He hunched into her fist and she bent and kissed the knob, running her tongue wetly over the surface. “What kind of a party?” “A fuck-party. Only you and I will start, with you fucking me, and that will get them all heated up, and Hank will fuck Cherry. I think it would be wild for all of us to see the action.” He breathed hard as she jerked him off more rapidly, his nuts firming up against his stem, filling with cum. “Sounds groovy, Mom. Let's do it. Now you'd better stop, or I'll squirt cream all over your pretty tummy.”
“Ummm, I would love that.” She chuckled, then giving him a fast suck* taking the head all the way into her mouth and rubbing it with her hot, agile tongue, she stepped away from him and patted it gently.
“Take it away, darling. Until this afternoon.” She turned back to her work at the sink and he reluctantly went into the bathroom to shower and cool himself off until the afternoon party began.
It was not long beginning after they had eaten the good salad and cold cuts that Mara dished up for them. They lazed about on the patio and in the front room and then got sleepy. They slept lightly for awhile and then Tim was wakened by Mara settling down beside him on the couch and kissing him gently. “Let's begin the fun and games,” she whispered. “Right on, Mom,” he answered, and gently began to caress her tits, making his hands roll their fullness, the nipples coming to life and standing erectly on the brown centers like proud little sentinels. He glanced over her shoulder and saw that Hank was on the sofa, dozing, and Cherry lay beside him, her buttocks thrust against his side. He was lightly dreaming, apparently, for his cock was huge with a hard-on and it twitched and bobbed as his dream took various aspects. “They will soon wake up when we begin to get into it,” Mara murmured. “Let me love you.” She lay down upon him, her soft body spread over him. She scooted down until her crotch was adjacent to his own, and his hardening cock was encased between her soft, plump thighs. She was wanting, her juice beginning to soften the lips of her cunt and drip onto him. He drew a deep shuddering breath and, reaching down, parted her asscheeks and caressed her asshole, reaching further in and gently probing into her vagina. She kissed him, their tongues lashing at each other, and then she sucked on his tongue, making him squirm with the sensitive feeling that ran all the way down to his cock. Then he sucked on her tongue and she humped against him, and his now-hard cock slapped up between them, the knob oozing the clear liquid of his lubricant, which would soon above his cock to slide deep into her dark, mysterious cunt. Their breaths were panting and the couch creaked a little with their heaving about, Mara's hips making fucking motions against him, wanting to feel that gigantic rod slipping up her hot, slick prick-way. “Let's do a 69,” she murmured and he agreed. She turned and straddled his chest and then moved back, her thighs widely spread, until her cunt, wet and shining through her dark hair was right above his face. She lowered her lips and licked his cock-shaft, from balls to the knob and back again, murmuring her pleasure as she did so. Then, seizing the cock in her fist and raising it straight up, she lowered her mouth over the tip end of it and sucked gently on the purplish knob over the slit.
The liquid oozing from the piss-hole slid into her mouth, warm and slick, and she rolled it about, loving the taste. The warm surge of his excitement was transmitted to her through her fist closed tightly about his stem. She felt the throb of his blood as it raced through his body, the quake of the large vein beneath the surface of his cock underneath, through which his warm, creamy cum must How and surge in a few minutes, filling her hot mouth, or her cunt, whichever might be the recipient at that particular moment. She ran her tongue down the length of it, down to the balls and there sucked and rolled them with her tongue and lips, finally sucking one of them into her mouth, causing him to tense and murmur, as the ancient need to protect his seeds from unusual experiences and hurtful seizure crept through his consciousness. She released the nut and took the other into her mouth, making his body move and flex in excitement, sensation and pleasure-pain. Finally she let the big nut slide from her mouth and ran her lips up the now-slick shaft again, to come back to the knob. His loose foreskin had folded up over the head of his huge cock, and the nose of his prick just peeped through the thickened skin. Raising her face directly over it, she opened her lips into a beautifully round O, and placed it directly over the end. Then she pushed the foreskin back slowly and gently with her lips, sucking the head into her mouth as she did so, until suddenly the entire cock- head popped into her hot, moist, tongue-lashing cavern. Tim was not idle during all this. He had come to enjoy
