Ned Moore - Old men and?

He opened his bag and took a powerful stimulant. Amphetamine. Speed. Then from a small unlabeled plastic vial he took one of two golden capsules, and swallowed it. He drank two glasses of water as the doctor had advised.

He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes, the man had promised. Ten minutes and the pills would bring his penis up and keep it up for hours. Make love all you want, but not for too long at any one time. Your heart won't take it. If you didn't have that gut hanging out it would be different.

Harry washed his penis. He went out to the mother and daughter he had hired. He took his bag.

They were waiting on the big bed. Their nakedness – and his – was a slight shock. He was both appalled and delighted at Corri's youth and depravity. He liked the tremendous contrast in the development of their bodies. Mother and daughter! His mind danced with glee around the fire of their ages and relationship.

He settled heavily on the bed. He asked Marcia, "You like a big one for screwing?" He rubbed her gently convex belly, smooth and warm like her breasts, and then pushed his stubby-fingered hand down between her fleshy thighs.

She smiled as his fingers rubbed over her bearded vulva. She opened her legs for him. "Are you going to surprise me, Harry?"

"You like a big one, do you, for good screwing? A well-developed woman like you? How much do you like? How many inches?"

She pursed her full, red lips. She glanced at her daughter. "I don't let big men get into Corri. She isn't a woman inside yet. Shoving seven or eight inches into her little pussy would tear her. But you're not too big, Harry. She can take you."

"I talk about you." He was surprised to find her vulva slippery with secretion. She really did like having her nipples sucked like that; it was no act.

"Me… I like to suck small ones and be fucked blind by big ones."

"The bigger the better, eh?"

She smiled and nodded. "I'll bet you've got a big surprise for me in that bag, haven't you?"

"How do you know?"

Corri sat cross-legged, examining her small, firm, round breasts. She said, not looking up, "A lot of old guys go in for using big rubber dicks."

Harry felt a slight glow of heat in his loins. The drugs were beginning to take effect. His heart was beginning to speed up.

He said to Corri, "I'm too heavy to get on top of you. I want you to sit on me and screw that way in a minute. First I want to show you and your mother…"

He found his embarrassment fading. He found it easier to say things to them, and to give orders to them. He had no regrets now.

Harry lifted the leather zip bag to the bed. He reached in and took out the first thing – a new penis extension with a variety of soft latex flanges and ridges and bumps. With it on, he had a "reach" of seven inches.

Marcia took it and examined it. "I haven't seen one quite like this before. Harry, you'll drive me crazy with this."

He produced a huge latex dildoe with molded penis heads at each end. It was over a foot long.

Corri laughed at the sight of it. "He wants us to fuck each other, Mom."

Harry grinned. "Yes? Can it be done?"

"We'll see. Maybe a little bit." Marcia bent the pliable cock in a circle. Almost to herself she said, "I'd have to take most of it…"

He brought out a seven-inch penis-shaped vibrator.

Corri came alive; her face brightened and she reached for it. "That's what I like! Let me have it."

Harry kept it away from her hand. "I will use it as you like on you." He looked at Marcia. "You will get me hard with your mouth now." To Corri he said, patting the blanket, "Lay here beside me and I will vibrate you."

Corri obeyed. She stretched out, a skinny child, naked and vulnerable, sophisticated and cynical beyond her years. She said warningly, "Don't put it in me very far. I just like the end part on my sensitive place."

"On her clitoris, Harry." Marcia moved down on the bed so she could suck his penis. She rested her large, waggling, hanging breasts between his bony knees. She brushed her long black hair away from her face and pressed her face between his pale, hairy thighs. She began by licking his scrotum.

Harry's penis stirred. Her tongue brushed his glans. It stirred and lengthened.

He turned half on an elbow to Corri, beside him. He switched on the vibrator by twisting its butt end. It was the best model available; it hummed discreetly.

He handed it to her. "Diddle yourself for a minute." He put his hand on her small rounded, firm breasts. The flesh was cool. Only the budding nipples were warm. He could easily enclose a breast in his hand. He squeezed gently and rubbed.

He watched as Corri raised her knees and opened them wide. She placed the rounded, smooth, ivory-like tip of the vibrator against the lips of her pouting, hairless cleft.

The vibrator seemed to part the pink lips with its tiny humming movement. Its tip slipped between and the sound deepened slightly.

Corri sucked in her lower lip. Her eyelids fluttered over her big brown eyes. "Ooo, wow. This is a good one…"

Marcia's mouth had enclosed the whole of Harry's hardening penis. Her full lips moved wetly at the hairy root as her tongue stroked and slithered the length of his growing shaft. The glans probed deeper, touching her palate, nosing the back of her throat…

The doctor had said: "You'll have dry orgasms after three or four climaxes. The sensations will be very acute when that point is reached…"

Corri was moving the buried tip of the vibrator up and down the length of her cleft. The sound altered and became subtly wet. Her toes curled down and she grimaced, eyes tightly shut, delicate nostrils flaring. Her breathing became fast and shallow.

The sight of her so aroused, in turn, aroused Harry. He whispered huskily, "Let me do it for you." He took the vibrator from her resisting hand and delved it lower in her now-sticky vulva. The pink lips were puffed and magically glistening.

The rounded vibrator tip found the entrance to her inner channel. He could not resist gently pushing it in… and in…

Marcia lifted her mouth from his stiff penis. She had been observing. She said, "Not too much, Harry."

Half the buzzing cylinder was sunk into Corri's young vagina. She had not resisted or showed discomfort.

He slid it out of her and nosed the tip high in her vulva to where her clitoris waited. She gasped delightfully.

Marcia resumed sucking his penis. She took her time. She did not use her hands at all. She took his length deep into her mouth again, then, with tightly clinging lips and fluttering tongue, yielded his shaft slowly. Then her mouth greedily took him again.

Corri clenched her small fists. Her sunken belly ridged. Her toes curled again. She opened her eyes for a second and watched her mother sucking Harry. She relaxed briefly. "Wow… that's twice already."

Harry was getting a powerful glow in his loins, a slowly intensifying pleasure. He knew he'd spurt in a few moments if he allowed Marcia to continue her expert sucking. Her tongue was amazing.

He said, "I want Corri to get on me and screw me that way." He took the vibrator from Corri's center and turned it off.

Marcia wordlessly gave up his penis. She rose up and sat back on her haunches. She gestured to Corri.

The little girl straddled Harry's fleshy hips. She hovered over his penis as Marcia guided her.

Marcia put his glans in position. "Now, baby, down easy…"

Harry could not see the connection, but he felt the entry – slick and tight. He wished he had a mirror as Corri sat lower on him and took him up into her hot vagina. Her smooth, bare cleft took him all and was pressed by her weight into the wiry nest of his pubic hair.

Corri said, "It tickles – his hair."

Marcia said, "Fuck him, baby. Get him off."