Jeremy Baker: The Harlot Seed

Regina swallowed the oysterlike fluid, gulped down the hot spurts that continued to burst forth from the head of his prick in lessening jets.

The stuff flooded her month, oily over her teeth and greasy upon her tongue; it slid butterlike down her throat and into her stomach, where she would truly digest this vital, living part of him. A part of Chuck Baker would remain with her forever, absorbed into her flesh, eternally surrounded by her.

Ah, how she adored the slippery, salt-sweet taste of his come, the caress of his cockhead deep within her mouth. She bathed the slowly shrinking head with her still avid tongue and continued to suck tenderly upon it, trying to urge yet more of the man juice from it.

Sighing, Chuck lowered his crotch, and she followed it down, playing with his hairy balls, fondling the root of his prick. They lay quietly for a while, and she slipped her hands palm-up beneath the cheeks of his ass, wanting to keep him fed into her mouth, wanting to lift him so she could get one more sweet, stiff inch of his fabulous prick deeper into her throat.

"Regina," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Dear Regina-nobody has to teach you anything about eating a cock. You're born to it, and I don't know why you never did it to Bill."

Slowly, she lifted her face, drew her lips lingeringly along the shaft of his pole, gave it a final lick of her tongue, and sat up so she could look at him. "I never had the nerve to try, and my husband never wanted me to."

Chuck said, "I can't believe that old Bill is that uptight about oral sex; maybe he just doesn't know anything about it. You didn't-before yesterday-and you're for it."

"Yes," she whispered, "oh yes, yes," and saw with something like dismay that she had done perhaps too good a job upon him, because his prick was softening, drooping a little to one side.

He said, "When I saw you up here, I just couldn't stay away. I had to have you again, darling; you're in my blood now. But I didn't expect you to drain me so quickly, so I can't fuck you right away. I can eat you again, though-and I will. Come here, Regina; just straddle my body and slide up onto my face, then just sit right down on my mouth. I'll devour you, darling."

Tingling all over, her skin gone tight and prickly, she did as he said, placing one knee on each side of his body and moving bit by bit up to where she was poised above his upturned face. She looked down and saw him staring up into her dewy crotch, saw the expectant dampness of his mouth, and a deep shiver racked her body. It was so thrilling, just to be here with him, naked and sensuous and not really giving a damn about taboos.

Lowering herself gently, she felt his hands slide up and take hold of the cheeks of her ass, knew his tender fondling there. She flinched when his breath stirred into the humid pubic hairs, and jerked a little when his tongue reached up to dip swiftly into and along her trembling pussy lips.

He might be smothered, she thought, and was happy she wasn't heavily built, that she was willowy and slim in most of the right places.

His mouth blazed against her labia then, and she forgot everything else, swaying like a wind-blown reed and trying to keep some sort of balance. He lapped into her pussy, delved deeply into her cunt, and she lost the struggle to remain upright. Weakened, her head whirling, Regina leaned back and back, her hands seeking blindly for some kind of support. She found it upon his hips, and clung there as her crotch rolled and heaved.

She heard him groan and felt the vibrations within her vagina. He ate into her cunt then, chewing and using his tongue as well as his lips.

Chuck pulled her labia into his teeth, only to push them back out with his powerful tongue; then he sucked hard upon her pussy, and she seemed to turn inside out. It was so stimulating, so penetrating that she could only flow with the maddened emotions.

Rocking back and forth upon his face, Regina also swung her ass in slow gyrations, rubbing her cunt all over his open mouth, smearing her warm juices over his chin and his cheeks, knowing the feel of his nose like another tongue, or another cock. She was fucking his mouth, screwing his face, and she loved the sensation of being in control, of being the one in command.

Her lover ate into her cunt, sucked her, gulped her liquids as she flowed heavily down upon his siphoning mouth. She felt the rapture climbing up her calves, sliding through her tensed thighs, and hunched her pussy violently upon his teeth. He had her clit then, pulling at it, drawing it into his bite.

"I'm coming, Chuck," she announced throatily, swinging her crotch in circles, wiping her cunt into his mouth, her clit throbbing so savagely that it was threatening to explode. "Oh Chuck, my darling, my lover, my horny, sweet man! I'm coming, COMING!"

She let it go then, rode with the smashing waves of hot joy that broke inside her vagina. Her tits swelled and she dug her fingers into his hips as her thighs clenched on his face. Regina's clitoris thrummed and expanded, and the tremendous orgasm thundered throughout her body, splashed brilliant streaks of hot light in the corners of her soul.

Her upper body rose of its own volition, swung up and over and her head dropped, so that her long blonde hair purled down free and golden. She couldn't stop; it was as if the bones had melted and run out of her some way, and she was limp inside and out. Over she went, and over some more, until her hard-nippled tits brushed the bedspread. Then Regina rolled to the left, his head still trapped between her thighs, and curled her legs over his shoulders.

She died. She reached paradise as a houri and had jasmine rubbed into her skin.

Starry-eyed, she looked out over her new kingdom, and saw the flutter of something at the far portal. She blinked and her lover stirred his mouth against her cunt. Not the portal, but a window-a window across the alleyway, where a face was pressed against the screen and staring intently at them wrapped nakedly here upon the bed!

Regina cowered in the bathroom while her lover snatched at discarded clothing and got the hell out of the house. She waited for what seemed an eternity, clutching her robe about a body that had suddenly turned shameful.

Someone in Chuck's family had seen them eating each other; somebody in the other house had stared at them while they made oral love, as they writhed naked and panting upon her son's bed. Someone had watched them, but who?

Had it been Stella Baker? Regina drew her robe closer, feeling chilled.

Chuck's wife could have been the one staring through that screen, sickened and upset. And damn it-Regina really liked Stella; they'd been close friends for years, sharing confidences and gossip. But not sharing the news that Regina was screwing Stella's husband.

Maybe it hadn't been Chuck's wife. It could have been his son Carey, just turned sixteen but already quite an attractive young man.

Or possibly the watching face belonged to Judy Baker, who improved upon her father's reddish hair and had copied his green eyes. Judy was fifteen, and a doll-like beauty in her own right.

Three other Bakers; three possibilities, and Regina didn't really want to think about any of them. How could she face Stella? What would the kids think of her-and of their father?

She slunk from the bathroom and hurried to her own bedroom, doubly thankful that her husband and kids were out of the house. Mind in a whirl, she flung herself across the bed and bit into her pillow to keep from crying. It was all so awful now, so mixed up and terrible. She wanted to fuck her lover, needed badly to be fucked by him, eaten by him. And now she had known a new experience, that of going down on a man's prick and swallowing his semen. She simply couldn't turn herself back into the sexually bored kind of drab housewife she had been steadily turning into.