Ray Couch - Naughty Nights At Home

With both hands now, she dug in for all she was worth, parting the heavy, blood-gorged outer lips, and squeezing, pulling the thick, wrinkled, hypersensitive inner lips with ecstatic frenzy, fingering her clit, plugging her spitting, sucking, oil-slick hole with as many fingers as she could squeeze into it. Only the fact that she had ten busy, expert, practiced fingers kept her from dying of frustration. Never once was her clit, the center of her womanhood, untouched, uncaressed. Not for a moment was the slimy sleeve of her vulva unoccupied by several mini-dicks at once.

She was getting there. Her breathing became heavy, moist, exploding out of her lungs in moaning gasps. Her ass was arched all the way up from the bed. She writhed and twisted about as though she were enduring excruciating pain, her face twisted into a grimacing mask of an ecstasy so intense that she knew if she didn't come soon, she would faint dead away.

She discounted the thoughts, the fantasies that flashed in kaleidoscopic frenzy through her mind as she frigged herself. She knew that the thoughts were crazy, insane, lust-induced, and had no relationship whatever with reality. Still the fantasies were stimulating, exciting, orgasm-inducing, and she did nothing to hinder their flow.

"Th-they're d-doing a sixty n-nine," Valerie moaned stutteringly, verbalizing the fantasy that was going through her mind at the moment. "I I can s-see th-them now Bev on all fours her s-sweet little ass hiked and s-spread o-o-over St-Stevey's f-face. My s-sweet, handsome v-virile s-son is lying on his b-back looking right up into her wi-wide open cunt he he's licking it su-sucking it sucking out all her sweet, young juices. Lick it b-baby ohhh, suck that hot, sweet, young p-pussy it's all right. S-suck his d-dick, Bev gob-gobble it take it all the way down your th-throat ohhh God eat each o-other, darlings love each other… "

The fantasies went round and round and round, in time and out of time with Valerie's flying, digging, clawing fingers. One moment Steve was fucking Beverly and she was egging them on as though she were watching a live performance. The next moment she was wailing as she switched fantasy channels, "F-fuck m-mom-mommy now, St-Stevey, darling if you're through f-fucking your lit-little s-sister's. inexperienced cunt c-come and get some hot, tight, mature p-pussy th-that can do more with a cock th-than a m-monkey can do with a co-coconut g-give it to me, baby I want it I want your big, thick cock shove it in my hot, st-steaming c-cunt down my throat u-up my a-ass j-just like your d-daddy used to do… "

In the next moment her now lust-crazed mind had Cleveland joining in the fantasy fuck: "Ohhhhh, yes y-yes yessss, Cleveland, darling, you can join us- -I've got another hole come on and fuck me in my c-cunt with your big, hard cock, while your s-son f-fucks me in the assss ohhhhh yes, shove it in do you feel it? D-darling, do you f-feel your s-son's cock scrubbing against yours as b-both of your cocks fuck both of my h-holes? Ohhh God, yes, yes, yessss, it's soooooooo g-goooood! fuck me darlings f-fuck meeeeeee f-fuck me to EEEEEEEEE-YYYIinillEEEEEEK!"

And as always after an orgasm that seemed to disjoint her, disembowel her, leaving her groggy, limp, completely drained, Valerie felt guilty and ashamed. It wasn't the act of masturbation that upset her, because she considered that as natural as scratching an itch. The thing that left her hating herself were the sinful, shameful, incestuous fantasies that always accompanied her jerking off.

"I must be sick," she whispered to herself in helplessness and despair, "how could I ever think such things?"

Calm now that her most immediate need had been satisfied, Valerie tried to assess their family situation coolly and objectively. She knew that the only thing that kept her from walking out on Cleveland was her love for her kids, and her complete, almost slavish dependence upon her husband's cock. She had heard many women say that cock size made no difference, and she accepted that for what it was worth. All she knew was, Cleve had the biggest cock she had ever seen, and aside from his uncanny ability at using it, the sheer, killing size of it kept her in a state of euphoria.

When Cleveland got her cherry, she had been only fifteen to his nineteen years old, and though she could hardly walk or sit for a week afterwards, she could hardly wait to get the splitting length and girth into her lacerated pussy again. In the meantime she had learned to suck him to a climax, and swallow every drop of his gushing load of hot cum, to get him off with her hand, and lick his tart, tangy jism from her cupped palms. The next time he fucked her, he gave her the first cock-induced orgasm of her life, and she knew right then that for as long as her heart beat, she belonged to this tall, handsome, horse-cocked young man totally and completely.

They had married while he was still in college, and she was still in high school. By the time he had graduated with a degree in Business Finance, Steven was a year old, and she was taking all ten inches of Cleveland's cock in her asshole, and loving it. Cleve got a job in the bank, and quite rapidly worked his way up to executive vice-president. By then Beverly was born, and the young couple had begun swinging.

Though they were the most popular, sought-after couple on a long list of swingers from coast to coast, and both enjoyed the wide variety of cocks and cunts enormously, still it was each other that they simply could not get enough of. Valerie figured that she had been fucked by well over a thousand different men during their six or seven years of swinging. Many of them had been well hung, and terrific lovers. Many of them had made her come again and again and again. But not one of them had a cock as big as Cleveland's, and not one of them had his ability to use it.

Then two things happened to change their lives from perfect sexual bliss to a now-and-then reminder of what once was, but apparently could never be recaptured. The kids became old enough to be all too curious, very much in the way, and in need of constant, loving attention, so they had stopped swinging. Then Cleveland became president and major stockholder of the bank, and began spending more time away than at home.

For the first couple of years he was gone no more than two nights a week. Then it became four nights at home and three nights away. Then two or three nights at home, and four or five away. Now, for the past couple of years, she was simply glad to see him when she saw him, which was not much more often than late every Sunday night.

Valerie had her kids, though, and, except for Cleveland, she loved them more than anything else in this life. She had watched them grow, helped them with their studies, work, and play. She had become so attached to them that she knew she would never be able to bear seeing them leave her forever. She had always talked to them as though they were adults, answering all of their questions, no matter how intimate and embarrassing, truthfully, openly, and honestly. Thus, when Beverly announced that she was ready to be unburdened of her cherry, Valerie took her to the family physician for a prescription for the pill, and they had laughed, joked, hugged, and kissed all the way home.

When Steve started bringing girls home (at least five years before Beverly asked for the pill), and girls started visiting Steve uninvited, she was happy that her son had started early exploring the joys of sex. It was not until she stumbled upon him getting an amateurish but enthusiastic blow-job from a nubile little juvenile in the family room that she mildly admonished him to take his girls to his room, for fear Beverly might catch them in the act and get ideas of hen own.

Though Steve and Bev had been walking around in front of each other nude all their lives, and wrestling, hugging, kissing, fondling without inhibitions, clothed or nude, Valerie never accused them of actually fucking each other until she was horny, and aching for her son's cock herself. She thought absolutely nothing of Bev's more often than not sleeping in Steve's bed whether he was in bed with her or not. This was merely another habit they had formed as children, and she saw no reason to interfere.