Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

"Oh, wow! I-I'd better go right now, before I get mixed into something I don't even understand-and before the kids come home."

Petulantly, Stella said, "Oh, screw the kids! But I guess you're right, darling. Tomorrow will be better all the way around. Goodnight for now."

"For now," Regina agreed, and thought how close Stella's remark about screwing the kids had come to reality. She hurried from the house, wondering what Stella's feelings would be when the other woman learned that Regina was already being fucked by her son, by young Carey Baker.

Would there be anger, the outraged mother blazing forth? Would there be shock and disgust-or even jealousy?

None of that would be very good for their new and swiftly blooming relationship, but if Stella understood, if she even approved of her son being taught sexually by Regina, then all would be smooth, for everybody.

She went into her own house and flicked on the kitchen light, sparing a grin for the table where she had been fucked by Chuck Baker. Bill wasn't in the living room, so she climbed the stairs and found him in their own bedroom.

"Hi, darling."

He rolled over on the bed, covered by a sheet. "Did you actually watch me making it with Stella?"

"Sure, and you were both great. Especially during the sixty-nine act; you really learned oral sex in a hurry."

Bill said, "Damn it! You set it up with Stella in the first place; she told me so. She also told me that you've been screwing Chuck. Is that right?"

She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off her wrinkled dress, working it up over her head. "Yes, that's right. I enjoy fucking him as much as you dig fucking his wife. Does that make us both some kind of monster? Or rather, does it make all four of us perverts or something?"

He looked away from her. "I-it's kind of different, for a man."

"Like hell," she said. "You should have seen how turned on Chuck got, seeing you put the meat to Stella. When you ate each other, he was fucking me in the next room, and we both watched you two make it, until we came ourselves."

He bit his lips. "That's a weird way to talk to your husband, describing how you and another man screwed."

She reached over and placed her palm flat on his lower belly. "Don't act like such a prude, when you're really not. I can see that you've got about half a hard-on under that sheet. Surprising, isn't it-how you can get your prick up after coming twice, just a little while ago?"

"Regina-"

Leaning over, she kissed him softly on the mouth, and thought for a fleeting second that she could taste the vaginal flavors of Stella's pussy. Maybe it was only her imagination, but the idea excited her tremendously.

She said, "You like it, darling, so admit it. You get a kick out of thinking about me taking another man's cock in my cunt. I can feel your cock rising in my hand right now. Here-I'll pull back the sheet and lie down beside you, and I'll tell you all about it, tell you exactly how I felt tonight when I was fucking Chuck Baker. Or would you rather hear all the details about the very first time we screwed?"

He buried his hot face between her tits, and his hands sought the warm comfort of her hips. Bill's voice was muffled when he replied: "The first time. It was the first time you ever fucked anybody else, wasn't it?"

She stroked his hair and pushed her belly closer to his. "Yes, dear.

Just a couple of days ago. I never screwed anybody but you, before then."

She could barely hear him when he said, "Tell me all of it, how his prick felt, everything."

Her voice slow and easy, Regina described her first marital misstep to her husband, gently massaging his erect prick as she did so. After two recent ejaculations, he would not come again soon, if any more that night, but she could make it pleasantly erotic for him.

"It was a shock, really-feeling his prick enter my pussy for the first time. He's a little bigger than you, dear, as you'll see very soon.

That didn't make much difference, though; what did, was the knowledge that he was actually fucking me, that another man's cock besides yours was really in my pussy. I almost came with the very first stroke."

His lips closed over one of her nipples, and around it Bill asked, "Did he kiss you a lot first, feel your snatch and play with your tits?"

"Yes, darling. And we fucked quickly, I think. I know it didn't seem to last long enough, and then-Chuck taught me how to go down on him."

His voice was a mumble "You sucked him off? What-how did you handle the-I mean-"

She stroked his prick, fondled his head. "Did I swallow his come, you mean? Yes, I did. I swallowed every hot, thick drop of Chuck's semen, darling."

He shuddered against her and his mouth pulled hard on her nipple. She continued to tell the story, describing in vivid detail every move, every word and response of her first sexual encounter with her husband's best friend. As she talked, he got more and more excited, and so she simply rolled him over onto his back and mounted him.

"There, dear-isn't that better? You can keep your prick in here where Chuck had his twice tonight? Did I tell you that he fucked me on the kitchen table, that I wrapped my legs around him while he rammed that big meat pole up my cunt? It was after that, we sneaked back over to their house and saw Stella riding you like a horse. Well, almost-she was bouncing up and down on your prick, though."

He thrust up into her, his prick delightfully stiff now, and she said,

"Do you feel anything different inside my cunt? It should be a lot more slippery, what with Chuck's semen in there. Two loads of his creamy juice, he left in me. It's still there, isn't it-except for the little bit that leaked out on my legs?"

Bill moaned in answer, and worked his prick around in her wet vagina, stroking and wiggling it, backing it down and punching it up with force.

"You really like that," Regina continued. "You're really hot, feeling his come in there on your prick. You'd like to fuck me right after he does, to feel it fresh and bubbling."

"Regina-you bitch-you hot-assed bitch!"

She ground sensuously upon his shaft. "Or maybe, you'd dig it better to help him fuck your wife. How about if he screws me and then you get between my legs, and then Chuck goes around to where he can put his cock into my mouth? Would you enjoy that, darling?"

Moaning and panting, he clamped his hands viciously into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks and fucked her harder. She luxuriated in her new mastery of him, in this new and most intimate knowledge of a side of her husband he had never before exposed. It was fun, riding him, holding him down, pinning him into place with her strong thighs.

She took one of his hands, drew it back from her haunch and guided it to the cleft of her steamy ass. "Here, Bill-use your pinkie-feel the little ring? Yes-oh yes, right there, baby. That's what Chuck did to me once-shoved the end of his finger in there while he was fucking me, and it made me come that much wilder."

He pushed brutally, and his dry finger hurt her as it shoved into her asshole, but she held herself from flinching, and wiggled her ass until her natural inner lubrication eased the pressure. It felt good to her then; it felt very good.

"We can do it," she said. "We can do anything we want to do-maybe you can stick your meat into Stella, right after her own husband has screwed her, or put it in my mouth while Chuck screws me-anything."

"UHHH!" he grunted loudly. "Uhhh-Regina-oh, shake that hot pussy, you passionate bitch. Rub it all over my prick-all that slippery juice from his cock-"

She rocked in rhythm upon his jerking shaft, feeling the squirt of his come, the lesser explosion that was all the more precious to her because it had been nearly impossible to precipitate.