Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

"Come, darling," she soothed. "Come in mama's pussy, right in on top of the other man's semen. Mix it all up, darling-that's right-oh, Bill, you're sweet and wonderful-"

And before she knew it, she was reaching her own orgasm, talked into it by her own sexy voice and the things she had been saying all this time.

She was also worked into coming by the intense and erotic penetration of her husband's cock.

Bending in the middle, she collapsed, dropped her tits forward and pillowed them upon his face. His finger slipped out of her asshole, and she only dimly remembered when he had put it in there. She was heavy upon him, and that worried her, so she carefully lifted off his quickly softening prick and dropped bonelessly to one side, her arm across his belly.

When she could talk again, she said, "That was wonderful, Bill. That was freaky and crazy and thrilling, and I adored every voluptuous second of it. How about you?"

"Terrific," he sighed. "Who would ever have believed that I could get my balls off three times in one night? And every time I came, it was like the first time-big and heavy. I don't know what the hell to say, Regina. I guess we're both learning something about the other guy, after all these years we've been married."

"We are," she agreed, "and that part of it is wonderful, too. We're being honest and not hiding anything. We're just finding that love doesn't mean owning each other, that it can mean giving the other guy free rein to be happy, to have all the fun out of life he can get. And since that seems to also mean that we want to fuck other people, why not? Why the hell not, Bill?"

He said slowly, "I'm not arguing. I'll admit now that I'm damned glad you and Chuck started fucking. Not only for your happiness, but because you felt you had to set me up with Stella. I've been dreaming about getting into that sweet, hot little ass for many years-ever since we've known the Bakers, but I never had the nerve to try, and probably never would have."

"Good," she said. "I felt the same way about Chuck. And I think we can all swing together, sharing and fucking and getting it on in any way we like. We're really going to have a ball, Bill. It's going to be magnificent."

He turned over and they kissed. Bill said, "I know it will, and I'm excited as hell about it. But right now, I'm about to pass out. Good night, Regina."

"Good night," she murmured, and almost immediately heard the deepening of his breath as he began to fall asleep. He was tired, she realized, drained of semen and strength, and she wasn't too far behind him.

Turning over, snuggling her ass into his pelvis as she often did when they were going to sleep, she thought that her kids weren't even home yet, that they had screwed away the night early. The adults had screwed, not the kids.

Or had they? Carey Baker had almost a constant hard-on, and Monica Abbott was a cute girl, a little older than Carey, and very sexy looking. That was weird, Regina thought; she'd never before classified her daughter as sexy. Pretty, vivacious, girlishly appealing, yes-but never sexy. Yet she had to say now that Monica was just that, with high, firm tits and a saucy little ass that swung alluringly when she walked.

Carey wouldn't miss an opportunity to get into that, if he possibly could. Unless he was only turned on by older women. Nonsense; cunt was cunt to a horny boy like that. Monica could probably take care of herself; kids were pretty smart these days.

Besides, the four of them were together, and there was protection in numbers. Maybe. There had been four people over at the Bakers tonight, and look what happened. Four young, sexy and good-looking kids could do worse. What was she fretting about, anyway? What was sauce for the geese could be juice for the goslings, if it came to that.

Regina turned again, her eyes opening and staring up at the dark ceiling. A lot of ideas and scenes were wheeling around inside her head: Carey screwing her daughter Monica; her son putting his young prick to Judy Baker; the kids changing over so that brothers were fucking sisters-She shook her head and tried to get comfortable on her pillow. She had a wild imagination these days, and it was running loose now. The kids probably would do no more than share a few kisses after a hamburger and coke. And if they actually got somewhat more involved with each other, what was so terrible about that? At least, today there was the pill.

All right, Regina said to herself. So what if they fucked? That would be okay, too. Who the hell was she to decide at what time in life her own children could experience the joys of sexual release? If they were big enough, they were old enough, somebody once said, and Carey Baker proved the point. He was a horny boy with a fine, hard cock always eager to be soaked in a woman's pussy. Would her own son Dale be any different?

And how about Monica? Didn't the same genes stir in her finely-formed young body, the same powerful genes that made her mother and now her father so sexy? Turning again, Regina snuggled closer to her husband.

There was so much for them to do yet, without involving any of the kids-if that was at all possible.

Carey was already involved, and might get himself in even deeper. She suspected that Carey had more than a casual eye for his own mother.

He'd suggested getting her into the affair with Bill. What could be more likely than some form of blackmail on his part, to make Stella spread her legs for him? He'd already proved himself capable of blackmail.

Regina was glad he'd forced her into screwing him. She really enjoyed her sessions with young Carey, feeling marvelously dirty by fucking a fourteen-year-old boy. She had a lot to teach him, too-such as the sixty-nine position his mother was so fond of. She'd really get a kick out of eating that eager cock.

She had told no one about Carey, not yet. Bill was ready to learn of her other lover, but maybe Chuck wasn't. That left some possibilities open, of a swinging triangle between her husband, herself, and Carey.

That would be far out and exciting-if the boy didn't get scared off by the very idea.

Slowly, sleep came to Regina Abbott, and she relaxed into its warmth to dream of being fucked by her three men. But there was another in the shadows, so she couldn't see his face, only his prick. His prick was long and strong.

She came awake gently, in a calm and rested lassitude. Stretching, she smiled and became conscious of her body again, a sweetly responsive body that had so recently been turned on, brought again to the arousals of sex. Her thighs rubbed together, and her nipples brushed the sheet; she tingled.

Putting out one hand, she found that her husband was already up and gone, his spot in bed cooled off. Regina's smile widened; Bill himself certainly wasn't cooled off. He was more randy than he had been since they were first married, and he was truly excited about their mixing in with Stella and Chuck in a swinging foursome.

Out of bed, she stood awhile in the freshness of the day, standing naked and at peace with the world. In the shower, she soaped extravagantly and rinsed for a long time, changing the water from hot to warm to cold. Gasping, her nipples standing straight out and her skin turned pink, she toweled briskly and looked at herself in the mirror.

A younger, newer Regina Abbott, one with the blush of excitement in her cheeks and a readiness for love in her thighs. She looked good, felt good, and was ready for just about anything the world might have on hand for her this gorgeous day.

She found the kitchen empty, although smells of breakfast lingered there; Bill and the kids had let her sleep, and gone off somewhere. She drank orange juice and coffee, had a bowl of yogurt and some toast, the euphoria growing inside her. A bright day, she thought-a shiny day waiting to be used.