Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

She was going to cum any second and she let her teeth rake Vern's marvelously mammoth sex-tool. Ooohhh, how tasty, she mused dreamily, savoring the seeping honey of his hot meat.

As she built passionately toward orgasm, Norma began rocking her naked body back and forth, helping them fuck her in both ends. And they were really throwing cock into her, their balls bouncing against her belly from behind and against her throat up front.

"Aaaaaawwwwwwkkkkkkggggghhhhh," she gurgled, going off hard, cumming so painfully-enchantingly on Phil's prodigious hard-on. She sort of wished both of them would jizz her at once, right then, while she was in the throes of climax. But she could cum again and again, could almost time her cuntal and anal orgasms to match their delectable cock-ejaculations.

Snockety-snock; squish-squish.

The boy on her butt was really thumping his cock into her, Norma reflected, all her senses singing as she took the twin-fuckings with increasing passion.

She rolled her big ass around and around on Phil's fuck-axle so the fat knob pried against the convulsing walls of her exploding cunt. Her eyes opened wide, then pinched closed as Phil's torrid, thick jizz sloshed into her grateful fuck-well.

The reddish-grey haired woman concentrated on working her sphincters on his still-thudding cock to fuck and milk out his gorgeous love-juice. By holding his pulsing prick in her cunt-vise, she kept him pumping his cock in and out of her.

And she continued fucking her ass back at him until Vern's prick was shoved down her throat and he began flooding his cum into her gullet. Then, trembling in every fiber, she held herself rigid to enjoy the floodings of both pricks.

I got you going, haven't I, she gloated, listening to them snorting and gasping for breath as their cocks flowed copiously down her throat and deeply into her snatch. Well, I can keep going all night. Every nerve was alive, a-tingle as she let them haul their cocks out of her and sit on the edge of the bed, chests heaving from their exertions.

Norma remained as she was on the bed, her ass up in the air, waiting for them to change ends. Just keep your hard-ons, she prayed, staring at the backs of their naked backs and the lean curves of their asses with just a pinch of their butt cracks visible.

Okay, she thought, watching them stand and change positions, climb back on the bed. Even while Vern was searching for her, she gobbled in Phil's tasty prick and began sucking him off.

That's it, she thought gratefully as Vern found her, set the hot, wet, sticky head of his cock. Shove it up my ass and cornhole me good.

"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee-Aaaarrrggghhh! she screamed dully as his prick was lanced to the balls into her heaving, seething bowels. Ooohhh, yes, cornhole me, you wonderful little fucking bastard.

They hadn't said a word, but their expressions prompted a trapped feeling in Rhoda as she clutched the house coat about her. "Vern isn't home, you guys. And I was just going to bed," she said, swallowing against a choked feeling in her throat.

"We know," Yancy Ormand grinned, nudging his younger brother, Jack, in the ribs. The fourteen-year-old giggled and rubbed his crotch with both hands.

"Vern and Phil are out getting a little," Jack tittered, unbuttoning the waistband of his Levi's.

Rhoda scowled, shivered slightly as a chill of dread iced through her body. "You boys better go on home," she murmured, feeling naked in spite of the house coat and the ankle-length nightie under it.

"We'll tell our mother-unless," Yancy, the fifteen-year-old, said meaningfully. "Unless you… "

Rhoda bunched the lapels of the house coat at her throat, feeling stripped of pride and self-determination, knowing full well what the two leering youths wanted and demanded of her. What should or could she do?

It wasn't that she didn't want to. No. The very core of her pined for what the two kids carried between their legs. But there had been so much talk lately and editorials in the paper and news stories that the Shaffer Police Department was conducting intensive investigations about depravity in the community involving juveniles and adults.

Very plain, in spite of the language that flirted with situations involving incest and adults debauching young boys and young girls. How could she have been so damned stupid? It was bad enough, screwing her own son-but actually inducing and enticing outsiders to give it to her. Willingly going down on them and teaching them how to fuck and cornhole her!

That damned bastard-Orville Hagerman-next door was much responsible. And he better watch his step with Doris. But, hell, that little split-tail was headed for a life of whoredom. So, could she really blame the bachelor father?

But she was just as bad-or worse. Seducing her own kid!

"Go on home and knock off your foolishness," she said weakly, aware that her legs were trembling.

"And tell our ma," Jack giggled. "Tell her all about out here that time on the patio. And the day in your living room. Ail of us in that silly card game. All of us naked and screwing you and little Doris and how you kissed and sucked our peters."

"Okay, we'll go home-and do that," Yancy smirked. "Unless… "

Rhoda flinched as he reached quickly, hand as fast as a striking snake, and untied the belt of her house coat. "You rotten little turds," she muttered, a frigid sensation engulfing her.

Rhoda winced as one of the kids rubbed a hand over her mound, rasping the crinkly pubic hair, sending tingly shivers through her taut, flat belly. She backed through the back door, tried to pull the screen door shut, but the two boys followed too closely, actually crowding her into the house.

Damn! She believed they would tell. So where did that leave her? Did she have any choice but to comply with their demands? She brushed at the two hands that caressed her opulent titties. She turned away from their greedy pawing and was stopped short by a hand grasping the collar of the house coat.

"You guys," she protested in plaintive tones as the garment was tugged from her shoulders and down her arms. One of the kids looped an arm around her slender waist, holding her still in her tracks while he massaged the rubbery cushions of her enticing behind.

A warm thrill flushed through her. It did feel good, the hand rubbing her bottom, the silkiness of the nightie cozy against her goose pimply skin.

Almost blindly, she stumbled toward the bedroom where the covers were already turned down. It's inevitable, she thought, standing before the bed, staring at the opposite wall, listening to the rustling of clothing, knowing the two boys were undressing.

She tensed as the hem of the nightie was lifted and avid hands were running up the insides and outsides of her legs, over the voluptuous flare of her buttocks.

"Youuuuuu kids," she muttered, shivering with unbidden ecstasy as fingers pried into the tight, deep valley between the hillocks of her smooth, satiny ass.

Her fists clenched as the shoulder straps were slid down her stiff arms and the filmy garment fell around her bare feet in a soft whisper. "Ah-ah-ahhhhh," she sighed, tone choking and she swallowed hard as hands were all over her, rubbing her tummy, her thighs, her hot, hard titties, over the prominence of her hairy mound.

In spite of her revulsion at being mauled and manipulated, they were bringing her out, stroking lascivious fires deep in her womb. God! She could even smell herself, the warm-sweet fragrance of hot pussy. The cheeks of her ass pinched sharply and she hunched her front forward as her skin was seared when the kids pressed their hard, ready cocks against the hillocks of her bottom.

God, yes, she did want them-their vulgar young cocks. In her cunt; in her asshole; in her mouth. A finger probed into her moist, pink vulva and found her fluttering cuntal doorway. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she gurgled as her twat was penetrated, the finger hooking around inside her, the nail goading her to intense heat.