Ned Moore - Old men and?

Harry was sweating too, wild-eyed with his own excitement. With his free hand he grabbed Corri's hand and pulled it to his rigid penis. "Play with me – suckme!"

Marcia was beginning to thrash and shudder. Her vulva leaped to take the ever deepening thrusts. "Ahhhh – God! Jesus God! Oh, Harry!" Her voice tore apart into a series of high-pitched groans as she reached her ecstasy. Her hands clawed the bedding. Her face was mottled, her head thrown back, neck and throat straining, eyes wide and glazed, mouth wide open, gaping, big, quivering breasts heaving, her chest drawing huge, fast lungfuls of air.

Corri had been infected by the maddened sexuality of her mother and Harry. She squirmed quickly between his fat legs and seized his penis with her lips. Her small hands enclosed his scrotum and the throbbing base of his shaft. She made small passion sounds as she sucked. Her tongue was a wet, velvety serpent against his exquisitely sensitive glans.

Harry snorted and moaned and gasped. The strange, intense, different glow of pleasure that had come to him when fucking Marcia in the ass was coming on strong in his groin now. A weird, burning sensation of constriction was in his vitals. His chest began to hurt. His pulse boomed in his head. He didn't care. "Suck," he gasped. "Suck!"

He kept on thrusting the punishing length of dildoe into Marcia's stretched vagina. But she was quieting; her muscles loosened and the latex truncheon went in and out easily now.

Marcia begged, "Not so much…" She seemed too weak to stop him if he persisted in the extremely deep plunges. Her belly muscles continued to flex with each massive penetration.

Harry barely heard her. His attention was wholly within himself. Corri's tight, saliva-warm mouth was sucking… sucking… SUCKING! Sucking his hot, writhing guts out!

He fell backwards. His hand pulled the dildoe completely out of Marcia. It came from her with a liquid suctioning sound. She wailed.

Harry's thighs fell open like a woman's. Corri greedily followed and kept her sweet young face buried in his hairy center. Her head moved up and down like a pump.

He gasped, "I'm dying…" His penis was an ingot of iron, red-hot to him, jerking with empty spasms as not a drop of semen shot from it into Corri's slithering mouth. His loins were molten, wrenching, tearing open his mind. He didn't care if it killed him.

But he didn't die. He lay gasping for long moments after Corri had left him. He wondered if he could survive another such orgasm.

Marcia left the bed and returned with a warm, damp washcloth. She wiped his face and neck and chest and belly.

Corri unconcernedly returned to watching TV.

Marcia said, "Let's get something to eat," She patted Harry's stomach. "Couldn't you use a steak about now, lover?"

He sat up. "Yes, definitely."

They dressed. They left the room and went to the motel-inn's restaurant.

Forty-five minutes later Harry led them back. He felt much better with a salad and a fine rare steak in his stomach working with two martinis.

He still had a tingle in his penis. But there was also an overlay of tiredness on his muscles. He sighed deeply often. He wanted to sleep now. But he couldn't waste the rest of the night! He had paid so much!

In the room there was a silence at first, almost as if they were strangers again, as if nothing had happened between them. They were ail dressed.

But Harry said simply, "Undress. Get naked."

Marcia easily began taking off her things. "You got some zap left in you?"

Corri pouted. She reluctantly took off her dress. "I'll bet he chokes up again."

Harry put his hand on her small, round breasts. "I am going to eat you, little girl." He chuckled.

"I knew he'd get around to that!" Corri, surprisingly, flushed and turned away. She took off her panties quickly.

Marcia was naked. She helped Harry off with his shoes and socks and tugged his pants down and off his bare feet. She whispered in his ear, "Corri loves to be eaten."

Harry asked aloud, "Who doesn't?" He climbed onto the king-size bed and gestured the girl to him.

Corri came to him, not quite meeting his eyes. Her pink, budlike nipples were sticking out, aroused.

"How is it done best, eh? I don't know."

Corri was incredulous. "Haven't you ever done it before?"

"Once my wife twenty years ago. She never let me again. I mean, for me I'm fat, so what is the best position to eat this little pussy?" He patted Corri's bare little mound.

Marcia smiled. "Show him, baby."

Corri looked at the blanket. "I can sit on your chest when you're laying down, or you can just do it like when I'm on my back…"

Marcia added, "A good way is for you to sit on the floor beside the bed, Harry, and have her put her legs out over your shoulders."

Harry had an idea. "You show me how. You do it. Get her hot for me."

Corri said, "I don't want my mother to eat me. I don't like that lesbian stuff."

"He's paying for it, baby."

Corri's full, pink lips firmed. She scowled. "I want a new bike if I do."

Marcia said firmly, "We'll talk about that in the morning. Now come on… let's give Harry our gay show."

Harry asked, "Doesn't she enjoy it if you do it?"

Marcia chuckled. "Of course." She took Corri into her arms. She lifted a breast and guided a fat nipple to the child's lips.

Corri avoided the big nipple for a few seconds, then reluctantly took it into her mouth. She brought her hands up and molded the heavy white flesh. Her big brown eyes closed. She sucked.

Marcia stroked her little girl's head. "That's my baby. Get mother going…"

Harry shifted closer. "I'll suck, too." He found the other nipple with an eager mouth. His cheek rubbed that of Corri as they both nursed on Marcia's large, engorged teats.

Marcia soon was breathing fast. "Now," she whispered, "Now, baby…" She gently disengaged from Harry. She laid Corri on her back and began licking and sucking the little girl's hard, applelike breasts.

After a few minutes Corri was stirring restlessly.

Marcia was stroking the girl's slender body with knowing hands. She mouthed the tiny nipples lingeringly, then kissed her child passionately on the mouth.

Corri kept her eyes tightly closed.

Harry was becoming excited again, from watching. Marcia was truly aroused, truly enjoying arousing her own daughter.

Marcia was now obviously tongue-kissing Corri. The child made mewing sounds of helpless passion. Her tongue was obviously responding to her mother's.

Marcia's left hand was cupped over Corri's naked pussy, and Marcia's middle finger was stroking in and out.

Harry grasped his penis. It was hard and tingling. He began slowly to masturbate.

Marcia had Corri ready; the little girl writhed under her mother's kisses and finger-fucking. Her thin arms and legs jerked erratically.

Marcia began to kiss down Corri's white, boyish form. In a moment she had settled her head between the child's now-raised skinny thighs. Marcia brushed her long black hair carefully out of the way.

Corri had turned her face away from Harry's view. She was breathing fast.

Marcia kissed the child's white, prepubescent mound, the slitlike vulva. She kissed open-mouthedly, wetly, fervently. Harry could see Marcia's skillful tongue snake out and enter the slightly parted immature vulva.

Corri made a whimpering sound. Her thigh muscles twitched. Her small hands moved to rest with nervous fingers on her mother's gently moving head.

Harry masturbated faster.

Marcia now had her lush mouth fastened tightly to her daughter's slit. She was bringing the girl to orgasm.

Corri undulated against her mother's face. She was panting. Her toes curled down. Her fingers tangled in her mother's hair and fisted as she spasmed. She whimpered, "Oh, Mommy…"