Unknown - His incestuous wife

She pulled him closer by his cock until he was standing between her legs. With her hand all the way around his cock, she let it slide up over the knob and then back down to his balls. "Tell me, Harvey, who's getting the benefit of this big prong now? Anyone I know?"

"You know I don't come home and brag about my conquests."

"You have a couple of times."

"I'm sorry about that, baby. I must have really been drunk," he said.

"You really were. And you told me about your affair with my best friend. At least I thought she was my best friend before that happened. Come on, Harvey, don't go prudish on me now. Who you slamming it to?"

Her hand was milking at him expertly now, the tip of his long prick nudging at the undersides of her tits, smearing its goo each time a drop appeared.

"Christ honey, I shouldn't tell you this, but you asked. All of a sudden I have this yen for young chicks, I mean real young It probably won't last, but right now I do. You may not believe this, but only yesterday I balled a girl who was only eighteen years old. She didn't have a hair on her cunt, not one, but could she ever fuck."

"I believe it, you perverted bastard," Virginia said. That can work two ways, too, buster, she added under her breath.

She looked at the huge cock in her fist, the protruding head beet-red, dark and ugly, the veins standing out purple and horrible. She wondered what Harvey would do if she bent over and took his cock in her mouth. She'd never blown him because he'd never asked. The urge was strong, but what Virginia Simmas really had in mind was something younger, sweeter, a more succulent piece of meat. Now who was perverted?

She bent forward and took the tip of the drooling monster between her lips. Harvey's eyes snapped open at the touch of her wet lips on his prick.

"Oh, Christ, Virgie, you never did that before!" he gasped. "I like it, baby!"

She pushed down until the whole head was inside her mouth. The stuff that was dripping tasted salty, even a little smoky. She let her tongue swab at the gaping pin-hole, the desire to be fucked growing. She let his cock plop from her mouth and lifted her bead.

"Fuck me now, Harvey," she said.

Harvey stared at his wife with astonishment; she'd never said that to him before! It excited him beyond belief. He pushed her back onto the bed and crawled on top of her, all two hundred forty pounds. He mashed his mouth against hers.

God, he was so damn heavy, she thought, and his breath was so foul. She kissed him anyway, hard, while his horse like cock jabbed ineffectively at the entrance to her cunt. She wanted it inside her fuck-hole, not swabbing her thighs and belly.

"You'll never get it in like that. Let me get on top."

Harvey rolled off and lay on his back, his prick jutting up along his huge belly.

Virginia was hot now, and quickly got on top, her hand groping for his cock. She found it and pushed the bulbous head between her hairy cunt-lips. Once she got her slit spread and the head inside, she sat upright, pushing the thick shaft up inside her hungry cunt.

"Oh!" she cried softly. "So good, so fucking good!"

She started coming almost immediately with the fat cock stretching and rubbing inside her cunt. She bounced wildly and almost fainted when she came a second time. It was especially good because she was fantasizing that it was Chuck Morrison's cock in her cunt and not her husband's..

Harvey lurched up against her and she felt his prick start to squirt. It seemed to go on and on, the wet, sticky stuff filling her cunt and sliding down the insides of her thighs. It was a marvelous feeling and she started to come again.

"Oh, my God! Jesus Christ, you big fucker!" she screamed almost incoherently. "Fuck me, Chuck! I want your cock spilling inside me so bad! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuckkk meeee!!"

Harvey Simmas crawled from the bed and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. Lousy fucking beer, he thought, it always gave him a hangover the next day. He looked at his profile in the mirror and decided he. had to take off the gut. Big, powerful men always turned to lard if they didn't watch it. An hour in the gym every day would do the trick. He would start today.

He thought of his new secretary and his cock gave a jerk. He looked at his cock in the mirror as it rose up under his immense belly. It was big, just like the rest of him. He looked at his sleeping wife lying there naked, and stroked his prick to complete erection. She was still the best lay he'd ever had, and last night… God, last night! He'd never seen her so wantonly eager for a fuck. Then he thought of his secretary again.

She was barely eighteen, long-legged with high, pointy tits, and her belly was flat and hard. She wore scandalously short skirts, often no panties, and never a brassiere. She was a show-off, a flirt, and a tease. Only yesterday, she had opened her legs and let him see her hairy pussy, and only her second week on the job. When he left the office, he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, letting his hand go under her skirt; her cunt was open and wet and her hand came to his crotch to squeeze his prick. She let out a little moan then, and he'd have stayed, but her boy friend was already waiting for her, and besides, he had an appointment with a eighteen-year-old girl and her mother. He'd fucked them both on the same bed.

Harvey decided not to waken his wife, just go on down to the office. Today was the day he was going to plow that eighteen-year-old furrow. Maybe he'd wait until quitting time and fuck her on his desk while her boy friend waited in the outer office. And then maybe he couldn't wait that long. Virginia awakened an hour later. Her cunt was a little sore, but then it always was after Harvey fucked her. Perhaps if he did it more often…

After a quick, hot shower, she slipped a robe over her still damp body and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She read the morning paper, drank three cups of coffee, and smoked half a dozen cigarettes before deciding to get dressed. A loud crash in their garage brought her out of her chair. She went quickly to the door and timidly peered out. Harvey's car was gone, of course hers was still there. She saw nothing else until Joe, the trash boy, came out from behind the car and looked at her sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Simmas. I dropped the trash can and it spilled all over the floor. I'll clean it up."

Virginia looked at the mess on the floor in front of her car. She felt irritation at the clumsy boy as she watched him bend over and scoop the debris back into the can. He was from the other side of town, the poor side, and he was less than neatly dressed. He had an old pick-up truck and collected trash to earn extra money. The city was presently on a bare-bones budget and had ceased public trash collection.

"It's all right, Joe," she said, unable to hide the distaste in her voice.

"Gee, I hope I didn't wake you up," he said.

"No, you didn't."

"I thought maybe I did. You look like you just got out of bed." He had a fresh smile on his lips, like he knew something he wasn't supposed to know.

"Well, I haven't been up long," she said, brushing at her hair, a blush coloring her cheeks.

He really was rather cute, black curly hair, white perfect teeth, a deep cleft in his chin, and his clothing was just tattered, not dirty. Looking at the handsome boy, she remembered a tale one of her neighbors had told her about him. Helen, the neighbor, had invited him in for a cold drink and he had helped himself to a beer, not soda. She'd heard a few rumors about Helen, too, and wondered if the boy had helped himself to anything else.

"Its hot out today. Would you like to come in and have a cold beer?" Virginia asked.

"Gee, Mrs. Simmas, that would be great," he answered.

"Call me Virgie," she said, pushing The screen door open.