Ray Couch - Naughty Nights At Home

Valerie was now on her elbows and knees on the chaise lounge. Her fat, sleek rump was poked high in the air. Her silk-fringed, thick-lipped cunt was thrust back and up as though it were attached to adjustable hinges. Moose, working on his third orgasm, was on his knees behind her, jackhammering his cock into the suctioning core of her womanhood like a demented rabbit. Her pussy sputtered and popped, her soft, jiggly asscheeks danced back against his pistoning loins in a creamy white blur of pumping, bumping frenzy.

Tonto, a full-blooded Cherokee, sat at the end of the chaise under Valerie's frantically bobbing face. His nut-brown face was a mask of grimacing ecstasy, his big, liquid brown eyes were bulged in wonder and delight. He had both of his hands twisted in Valerie's tangled hair, forcing her to do his bidding, jerking her head up or down as he chose, allowing her to take no more of his dick into her throat than he decreed.

"How do you happen to know so much about us?" Steve asked Dick, still not looking at him. "All our first names, the layout of our house, my father's personal life and business, apparently all our habits and routines?"

"I learned everything that was necessary for us to pull off this caper," Dick replied, smiling with obvious pride. "How? I'll never tell. I just hope that Cleveland will give us the same cooperation that you people have given us and nobody will be hurt."

"I can tell you in advance that he won't cooperate with you," Steve said, "but just for the sake of conversation, what exactly are you dudes expecting beyond this what were you expecting when you broke in here?"

"The only thing we weren't expecting was you," Dick said, "you weren't supposed to be home from school until next week this time. What we were expecting was to find Valerie at home alone, Beverly out on a date, and Cleveland gone for the weekend as usual. We had planned to fuck Val until Bev came home, then fuck them both until Cleveland made it in anytime after midnight Sunday, according to our research.

"Of course by the time Cleve made it in, we would have been fully clothed, and Val and Bev would have been neatly tied up. Moose would have roughed Cleve up a bit, we would have threatened to gang-rape his wife and daughter, and I am sure that he would have no qualms about allowing me to personally escort him to his bank, opening that vault to which only he has the key, and sacking up a cool million dollars worth of that 'dirty money' that he launders for the underworld and crooked politicians. That's the way we had planned it, and that's the way it's going to be."

Steve was still watching Valerie and Beverly in action. They were changing partners and positions now, and though Beverly's entire attention was riveted on those insatiable cocks, Val shot darting glances in the direction of Steve and Dick, noticing that they were talking, listening to see what they had to say to each other, hoping that nothing would stop what was happening to her until she'd had enough, and she knew she would never have enough.

Both Valerie and Beverly seemed to be moving about in a fucked out, come-weak trance. They allowed themselves to be pulled, pushed, and positioned just so. They accepted cocks into their mouths and cunts as though they had no will of their own, no desire to resist. Their cunts were a raw, blood-gorged, reddish-pink, inner lips protruding thick and leafy from between outer lips. Both of their clits stood fat and elongated, like little dicks, their starfish-formed, softly corrugated vulvas open, spitting out thick, oozing globules of cum.

On and on they went, round and round and round, fucking and sucking as though nothing else mattered in the world. Steve wondered if he would ever grow tired of watching, if seeing a long, hard cock plowing in and out of the same hole over and over again would not soon become boring, but as yet there was no sign of boredom or eye fatigue. Quite the contrary, each change of partners or positions was a completely new voyeuristic experience for him. Each cock that plunged into the hot, juicy, welcoming holes was a new cock, and his excitement grew rather than lessened.

Steve knew that both his mother and sister were females of the old, pre-liberation school when it came to their men, and what their men did to them. They liked to be bossed, subjugated, ruled, controlled. The male was dominant in their lives, and what he wanted was what he got any way he wanted it. Steve couldn't understand why none of the guys had attempted to fuck either Val or Beverly in their assholes. They most certainly would not have received any opposition or resistance from either of them, but then he remembered how good Bev's pussy was, and how equally good, if not better, he was certain Val's was bound to be, and he ceased to wonder why the fellows didn't switch.

"Gaaaaahhhd-damn!" Tonto suddenly roared, diverting Steven's thoughts, "the muscles inside your cunt are like fur-lined bear traps, girl Jesus fuckin' Christ Ohhh goddamn, don't stop now, it's too late too f-fucking late I'mmmm c-c-commmmmmming!"

"Ohhh shit fuck sweet Jesus," Speedy cried at the same time, "I'm comin', goddam, I'm comin' suck it swallow it, bitch you sweet cocksucking whore, swallow every fucking drop!"

Steve had been sitting with his arms folded in his lap, his hands lightly gripping his thighs. Now, absorbed in the sight of Beverly and Val draining the two cocks, and the fucking-sucking quartet's final throes of ecstasy, he leaned forward, uncrossing his arms, and gripping his knees.

"Wellll, look'a here look'a here," Dick chortled gleefully, "no wonder Mr. Cool hasn't been putting up any resistance this shit is turning him on. He gets his kicks watching his mother and sister getting the piss fucked out of them watching them eat cock, and guzzle cum. Look at the hard-on on this sonofabitch, fellas, look at that boner!"

Steve's cock had been hard since the action started, but he had hidden it under his crossed arms. Now it stood angled up toward his chest in all of its flange-headed glory. Since Dick was talking loudly, and pointing at Steve's crotch, every eye in the room was directed toward the subject under discussion. Steve sat quietly, making no effort to hide his erection.

"Gaaahddamn," one of the group hissed in amazement and disbelief, "look at the size on that motherfucker it must be a foot long!"

"Funny that you would use the term motherfucker" Dick chuckled, "because that's exactly what that big tool looks like to me a perfect mother fucker. Every mother should be so lucky to have one of her very own. Looks like the shoe is on the other foot, fellas, you've been entertaining Steve, now Steve and his darling mother are going to entertain you right, Steve?"

Steve remained silent.

"Ohhh, no-no-no," Valerie begged in a choked whisper, "haven't you done enough already? Please, no-no."

"Ohhh, yes-yes-yes-yes," Dick countered derisively, "we wouldn't miss this for anything in the world. Let's see what kind of a cocksman this dude is. I want you both to take him on, you and Beverly. Go fix yourselves some drinks, guys, and make yourselves comfortable. Everybody get himself a ringside seat, the show is about to begin."

Steve was ready more than ready. Nothing in all of his swinging, hedonistic, freaky life had ever turned him on as much as watching his sister and mother completely demolish those four strong young studs, Beverly had written him, promising that she would fuck the guys that he brought home from college, and let him watch. Just the thought of seeing her being taken, brutalized, cunt-fucked, mouth fucked, and ass-fucked, had kept his cock hard in wild anticipation since he had read the letter.

Now he had gotten a double bonus, an unexpected surprise in seeing not only Beverly but also his mother in wild, wanton action. He thought again of the empty, pointless, repetitious arguments against group sex and voyeurism, and wondered who was crazy, he or his detractors. "It's sick," they said, "it's boring," they said, "watching the same old thing over and over again what's the point?"