Chapter 2

"Well, well, well," Cindy said to her husband. "Not only is little Eddie a delectable morsel, but his mother is quite a fox!"

"My love," Carl responded, "your taste is impeccable, as usual... and under Lily Granger's cool exterior, is a fucking hot little passion flower. I'd bet on it!"

Cindy Bradley was naked and lying on the satin spread which covered their king-sized bed. She had her beautiful tanned legs spread in a wanton inviting pose, exposing the softly palpitating lips of her naked cunt so tantalizingly framed by pale golden pubic hair. She was given to nude sunbathing and so her tan was full and complete, no bands of white at her hips or across her chest; her breasts, firm and voluptuous, stood like twin majestic mountains on her chest, demanding to be climbed, eager for sucking and licking, their berry-sized crests already hard and quivering with anticipation.

"Of course," she added confidently, "old talent scouts like us are never far wrong." And husband and wife laughed together in lascivious conspiracy.

Long ago they had switched to a "swinging" life style when their marriage had become dull and routine. And Carl took pride in the fact that Cindy was always ready for sex, always in a receptive mood for him because she was always ready for sex, any kind, with anybody, at any hour, just like he was. He recalled with satisfied relish the mate-swap orgy they had been to on a ranch in a deserted part of Nevada just the night before they picked up Eddie, where they had spent many abandoned hours of naked screwing with numerous other couples after a wild dog-fuck movie had been shown.

But his eyes lingered now on the wet, pink folds of his wife's nakedly exposed pussy, and the tiny throbbing clitoris nestled there. Goddamn, he thought, but she was some hot broad, all right! He had fucked plenty of women silly in his time, but none pleased him more than his own hot little wife, Cindy -- whether it be suck or fuck.

The blonde wiggled her body seductively on the bed, opening and closing her thighs so that it gave the impression her moist, warm cuntal slit was winking invitingly at him. "Come on, baby," she breathed throatily, "get undressed and come to little Cindy. Little Cindy's pussy is horny for some of your good loving cock fucking it crazy."

Carl chuckled, advancing on the bed. "Is that all you ever think about?" he asked. "My big loving cock?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "I think about other men's big loving cocks, too!"

"Yeah, and other chicks," Carl jibed. "I saw you with that Oriental broad the other night, and I caught the way you ogled that tight-assed mother of Eddie's today. You'd like nothing better than to nurse on that mama's tits and lick her hot little cunt until it spewed out all over your tongue and face."

"You know me too well, darling," Cindy laughed, bright-eyed, still wriggling her lush body temptingly. "You were a good teacher and showed me how anything that feels good isn't wrong. Well, sometimes it's nice to feel soft female skin next to my own instead of hard hairy bodies like yours."

"Well," her husband asked her, raising one eyebrow, "how are you going to accomplish that with Mrs. Granger. She looked pretty uptight and straight to me."

"I have a plan," his luscious blonde wife told him coyly. "A plan which I think you'll like because it includes your getting a piece of that beautiful tight little cunt yourself. Wouldn't you like that, lover?"

He considered it, grinned lewdly as his cock fluttered lightly. "Yeah!" he said. "Yeah, I sure would... okay Cindy, what's the plan?"

"I'll tell you later," she answered, her body undulating on the huge bed. "I'm too hot now. Come over here and let me suck your cock. I'm so hungry for it, baby."

The ruggedly handsome man's cock leaped into full hardness at his lusciously naked wife's lascivious words; "All right, baby," he breathed. "I've got a yen for your pussy too, my sweet."

"Oh, get naked then, Carl... Hurry!"

Carl hurried, tearing at his clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor until he, too, stood naked. His great, trembling cock stood out from his groin like some impossibly huge instrument of insane delight, the thin slit at the end secreting warm, clear droplets of aroused lubrication. Cindy stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm drinking cavern of her hotly salivating mouth.

"Lie down here! Hurry now, lie down with that beautiful hard cock of yours sticking up in the air so I can take it in my mouth and suck every last drop of your cum from it like a straw!"

Christ! her husband thought. The little bitch really knew how to get him heated up, talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you verbally, if such a thing were possible. His prick quivered and throbbed with anticipation, and he sat on the bed quickly, then lay back prone.

Cindy wasted no time. She poised herself on all fours, her full firm breasts swaying tantalizingly from her chest, the nipples turgid with her arousal. Then she crawled down on the bed, sliding her body between his legs, and her hand seized his cock, began to stroke it slowly up and down, her extended fingers teasingly caressing his swelling testicles on the downward stroke of her palm. Carl groaned at the stimulation her expert manipulations were sending through his body, thrust his hips down hard against the blanket. Her fingernails scratched lightly over the girth of his cock now and on down over his testicles, reaching under his body to probe briefly at the tiny puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path back to his excitedly quivering penis.

"Hurry up, damn it!" he moaned. "Put your mouth down over it, Cindy! Suck it, honey, suck it dry!"

She laughed throatily. "Of course, darling, anything my wonderful husband desires." Then she lowered her head slowly, slowly, and then Carl felt the incredible hot moist softness of her lips kissing the heavily throbbing head of his prick, then her tongue sliding out between them to probe the tiny vertical opening in his cockhead, drinking away the lubrication there as she began to make hungry little mewling sounds, she opened her mouth wide to accept the full length of his hard pulsating rod inside the full, soft circle of her lips.

Her fiery tongue licked circles of liquid fire along the underside of his cock shaft, and she began to suck him lovingly, slowly, eliciting moaning cries from him, causing him to twist his body wildly on the bed as she sucked him and stroked salaciously at his cum-burgeoning balls with her free hand.

Cindy drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness of his pre-cum again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. Then she began sucking rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished female mouth-lover. He watched her convoluted lips working hungrily on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she slithered it up and down the full length of his rigidly pulsing hardness. The sight of her sucking his cock never ceased to increase his arousal, and his loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard upward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with the wetness of her saliva between her pink, rou ndly ovaled lips and his cum-filled balls.

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling flick on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a thing with a mind of its own. She sucked, hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was doing, reveling in this, the raw, naked, sexual pleasures for which she and her husband lived. Her breasts danced wildly below her rhythmically pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting view Carl was seeing.

"Suck it, suck it, baby-doll, suck it!" the handsome dark-haired man urged her on, dropping his head back on the pillow heavily, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the sweet mouth around his huge cock. The image of Lily Granger came into his mind just then. Holy shit, it would sure be something to fuck that broad three ways to heaven... to shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat, her cunt, maybe even her asshole... Son of a bitch, he hoped the plan Cindy had was a good one; but then, she was a very clever woman and all of her plans were good ones...

The passion-inspired blonde slaved below, her body glistening from tiny droplets of lust-sweat. The pressure grew and grew in Carl's balls, and he ground his loins up hard against her face, not thinking about fucking the luscious young mother of Eddie Granger any more, but only about the beautiful hot bitch blowing him so wonderfully, the best in the world, the best ever. Harder and harder he rammed his cock up into her mouth, pumping his cock deep into her tightly locked throat like a wild man, and he heard her protesting mumble -- a satisfying sound in Carl's ears -- and it drove him on to fuck her mouth faster and faster in his desire for the final release of the maddening build-up of semen in his testicles below.

And then --

And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first torrent of white-hot fire leap along the full length of his throat- filling cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony. His prick began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning Cindy's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of hotly burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each white-hot spurt until she was forced to swallow crazily to keep from choking, mewling and crooning and tickling his testicles with the tips of her fingers excitedly.

"Keep... keep sucking it!" Carl cried. "Baby, keep sucking it, keep succkkkkiinngg!" His hands were working spasmodically in her golden hair now, ramming her head down harder on his wildly spewing cock, burying it deep in her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as the nakedly kneeling woman sucked noisily at the juices of his desire, he emptied out the final spurts of his sperm into her hungrily accepting mouth.

Cindy continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking out every last drop of his load, until, his satiated hardness began to gradually deflate in her mouth. Carl flung his arms outward on the bed in exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment pouring from his lips. His provocative wife lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs, her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently on the limp cock settling down into the cradle of his balls. Finally she crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth. He accepted her cum-slickened tongue hungrily as she thrust it deep into his mouth, even as warm, wet droplets of his cum were still trickling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her whitely glistening lips.

"How did you like that, lover?" she whispered.

"As good as always!" he enthused. "The best, the greatest!"

Cindy smiled sweetly and kissed him again, smearing his own semen around his lips. "Now it's your turn, lover," she told her handsome husband. "Let me watch you lick my pussy and make it cum as good as I just did your cock. Make me cum with that tongue of yours, swallow me whole with those lips -- prove to me how much you like your little Cindy's hot, juicy cunt-hole!"

The obscene words brought renewed spasms of lustful life to Carl's cock. He rolled up to kneel between the wildly aroused wide-spread legs, staring down hypnotically at her wetly throbbing cuntal slit. And then he remembered they had something to do today. "What... what about the plan to get the Grangers, honey?"

"Afterwards," she breathed, guiding his head down to her waiting, trembling, fiery cunt. "First prove how much you love me, how much you love my pussy. Prove it, Carl, prove to me it's still your favorite little cunt!"

And Carl, to her orgiastic satisfaction, proved it.

Lily Granger's face was as pale as if she had just seen a ghost. She was sitting at the old oak table in the kitchen looking at her teenage son with a look of total shock on her face. He had just finished relating to her what he had seen in the living room of his father's New York apartment, the reason he had finally run away from home to seek out his mother in Mill Valley, California.

"I... I can hardly believe it," she murmured.

"It's true, mommy. I swear it is!" Eddie cried. His face was flushed again at the retelling of the scene, but he was looking squarely at his beautiful, sweet-faced mother, love bright in his eyes -- a silent plea for her to help him, too.

"I don't doubt your word, honey," Lily said. She got to her feet and began to pace the room. "It's just... just a little difficult to believe about your father. He was always so... so..." She broke off; the words she was thinking weren't the kind you said to a fourteen year old innocent like Eddie.

"He's a son of a bitch, a horrible son of a bitch!" the boy said impulsively, and then put his hand over his mouth as he realized what he had spoken.