Unknown - His incestuous wife

"Oh, Ham, let's get out" she moaned. "We need more room."

They left the door standing open and went into a quick embrace. Virginia leaned against the back door while he kissed her again and again. He had her skirt up around her hips, his hands softly massaging her ass, gently lifting on the abundant flesh.

"Gorgeous, gorgeous," he moaned, pulling from her arms and sliding down on his knees.

He held her skirt high and started kissing her thighs just above her knees. By the time he got to mid thigh, she had her legs as far apart as they would go, bracing herself against the side of the car, with her hands on his head. When he got an inch from her cunt, he stopped. "The skirt has got to go," he said.

He undid the waist, and pulled it down over her hips. She straightened up long enough to get it down her legs, and when it was on to pound, spread out again.

"Don't stop now," she said.

He started at her belly button this time, and worked down slowly, his bushy beard tickling ahead of his wet mouth. He played around her abundant cunt-bush, across the top and down the side to the insides of her thighs again. He played at the edge until she was screaming for more.

"Oh, Jesus, do it!" she moaned. "Do it before I go crazy!"

He did it. His tongue came out and wiped up through her thick, wet cunt-lips. He drew back and spread her gash with his fingers, carefully brushing the hair to each side, and planted his mouth to her cunt. His tongue went into her hole, and then up across the fat little cunt to play around it and over it, and over it, and over it. Virginia gasped for breath, her knees weak, and then they gave way. He held her up with his mouth, her weight pushing her cunt down on his face. Her twat opened wide and she started coming, and, God, what a come it was!

Virginia gasped and jerked, riding his upturned face and out thrust tongue like Calamity Jane on a saddle horn. Her guts were turning inside-out and she hadn't so much as seen his prick.

Her juices slickened her cunt like hot butter and his tongue slid in deep. It felt like a fat prick without a knob, and she loved the knob, but she came again, anyway. She slid from his grasp to the pound, moaning with a orgasm.

When she recovered, he had his pants off and was kneeling beside her. His cock was hardy thrusting from a forest of red hair. It was good. He started fucking, long slow strokes, each one a little faster than the last until he was humping like crazy.

Virginia felt the fat dong moving inside her hole and grunted with pleasure. She lifted her knees until her feet were flat on the pound, and rocked her hips. The sensations were growing stranger, the pulsing vibes shooting out from her stuffed cunt, down her legs, up into her belly, and she was coming hard. It was her third orgasm and almost as intense as the first, the one he brought with his mouth. And then it was even stronger, so good that she thought she would faint. God, it just got better and better, and he fucked steadily, sensing that he was in the right spot and that a good unbroken rhythm would bring her off over and over, bring her off until she was frantic with the good feeling.

"Jesus!" she hissed. "Jesus Christ, I never came so hard in my life!" She was shuddering, convulsing, jerking with spasm after spasm of female orgasm. "Aw… Christ! It's so fucking good!"

Ham felt her pussy sucking, opening and closing around his rigid cock, and started to come. The jizz boiled up from his balls and poured into her red-hot cunt in thick, creamy spurts. He shot charge after charge into her cunt until it was frothing like a vanilla soda under the tap.

"God, Virginia, you're the best fuck I've ever had, bar none," he gasped when finally his strength was spent.

"I live in Silver City. Will you stop over there?" Virginia asked, taking his face in her hands. She kissed him softly on the lips and then sucked at his bushy mustache.

"I will if I can see you," he answered.

"You can see me as often as you want. I never came so much in all my life. You're the best fucker ever."

Joan. and Terry watched the pair through the window. Even Joan was awed when she saw Ham pull his monstrous prick from Virginia's cunt. "God, he's hung like, a stud bull!" she gasped.

"He's got the biggest cock I ever saw," Terry said.

When they headed out again, Ham drove. Virginia snuggled against him. She was thirty-eight, happily married, and in love again. Maybe Harvey could get him a job, and if he wasn't afraid of a girl being too pretty, she would fix him up with Ruthie. After all, Ruthie was built just like Virginia, and she had to need a big man, a big man with a big cock. Yes, she would do anything to keep Ham near, even push her daughter into bed with him. She was sure the big man would have enough left over to give her a little now and then.

Ham drove for a couple of hours and then they changed seats and Joan drove. They necked and played with each other until Ham's cock was good and hard again, and then she sucked him off, happily swallowing the thick, heavy load that he poured into her mouth.

When they arrived in Silver City, Virginia gave him a hundred dollars and her phone number and address. He didn't want to take it, but he and Terry were suffering the shorts, so he took it, and promised to pay her back. She told him to get settled and call, call right away.

"God, that as some stud you got. I goofed," Joan said after they drove off. "Yeah, you did. Terry was cute, though!" "Was that his name?"

"You mean you fuck a guy and don't even know his name?"

"What's in a name?" Joan shrugged.

"Well, I know Ham's name, and I'm going to fix him up with Ruthie."

"You mean your daughter?"

"Yeah. He's going to marry her."

"You're nuts, Virginia. And I, thought I was screwy.

"You are screwy, Joan, but I guess I'm screwier. I miss him already. He's got to marry Ruthie so I can see him now and then. I'd marry him myself, but I'm already married."

"You could always get a divorce."

"That would be stupid, Joan. Harvey makes so much money, and he really doesn't care what I do. No, I'd rather he married Ruthie."

"And then you'd fuck him? Right?" Joan said. "Yeah. He could fuck me whenever he wanted," Virginia said, slouching down in her seat, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Turn at the next corner, honey. We're almost home."

Harvey wasn't home from work yet when they arrived, but it was obvious that he had been there, at least in the kitchen; it was a mess. Every dish in the house was dirty and stacked in the sink and on the counters. Virginia opened the dishwasher, it was just as she had left it-empty.

"The son of a bitch is a slob, a real slob," Virginia said.

"God, will the rest of the house look like this?" Joan asked.

"No, it will look just like the dishwasher, clean, except for the bedroom, of course. It will look like the Olympics were held there."

"You're not implying that Harvey might have had a woman in the bedroom while you were gone?"

"Women, probably," Virginia said.

Virginia proved right about the rest of the house, except that the bathroom was also a disaster area. She had forgotten that he would have to use that, too. By the time he got home, everything was back in order.

Harvey was genuinely glad to see his wife. He hugged her and kissed her and lifted her into the air. "Jesus, I'm glad you're home, baby! I really missed ya," he said. Then he saw Joan. "Hi, sister-in-law, what are you doing here?"

"Slumming," Joan said.

They went out to dinner and destroyed three bottles of champagne. Harvey was attentive to both women, splitting the dances down the middle. He was an excellent dancer, unusually light-footed for such a big man. They were feeling no pain by the time they got home around midnight. They had one more nightcap before turning in.