Ray Couch - Naughty Nights At Home

Then those same brainwashed sexual cynics would hop planes and trains, and pile in cars to travel all the way across the country, halfway around the world, to sit or stand in sweltering heat and pouring rain to watch insane men in souped-up cars drive round and round and round a race track, the only variety or relief that they could ever hope for being when one of the drivers crashed into a wall and killed himself.

They would watch basketball tournaments with team after team throwing the same ball through the same hoop, hour after hour, day in and day out. Sitting on hard, uncomfortable benches, getting gouged with fists and elbows, having their eardrums split by screaming fans, and to them the ordeal was the ultimate in excitement.

Steve's thing, however, was fucking and watching others fuck the more the merrier. Nothing in life was more beautiful to him. He made no apologies for his preoccupation, his obsession with all things sexual. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching his mother and sister fuck themselves into a state of nirvana. One of the happiest constants of his life was his relationship with his sister, and now even under present circumstances he wasn't about to pretend that he didn't want to fuck his mother.

Valerie and Beverly were both lying on their backs on the floor, knees raised and thighs spread, as ordered by the gun-wielding Dick. The four men, each holding the whiskey bottle of his choice in one hand and a water glass in the other, sat in a semicircle right down front, with close-up views right into the two wide open, cum-oozing cunts.

Steve stood up, after being prodded to his feet by Dick's gun barrel, and dropped to his knees.between them. Staring down at them both, he couldn't decide where to start. Valerie lay with her eyes tightly closed. Beverly lay with her eyes wide open and brightly shining. Knowing that only Steve, kneeling above her, could see her face, she grinned happily, winked broadly, and licked her lush, wet lips lewdly.

The open invitation from his sexy little sister was more than Steve could resist. Taking two steps to the side on his knees, he wound up positioned between her spread thighs. Dropping his hands flat on the floor, he leaned over her, waiting for her to grab his cock as was her habit and guide it into the slick, hot wetness of her sucking cunt hole.

"Wait a minute wait a minute," Dick barked, "mother comes first, motherfucker. You're supposed to be such a great lover, and apparently all you do is hop on and hump away. Well, it ain't gonna be like that this trip, ol’ buddy. Show your mother some respect and do her up first. And, goddammit, I mean do her up in high style. Get her hot and ready. Suck the cum from her cunt before you go in, and I mean suck it clean and dry. Then lick that clit until she begs you to fuck her.

"If I don't hear her asking you to fuck her, that means you ain't done shit you haven't earned that pussy make her come make her beg for your cock. Then, by God, I want to see some action out of you that'll make all our cocks hard again. Come on, goddammit, get to work and show me something."

Steve was glad that Dick and the others could not read his mind. His favorite sextivity a gang-bang held three separate and distinct thrills for him, each depending upon the others for maximum enjoyment. The first thrill was the watching, seeing cock after throbbing cock pounding mercilessly into the same pink, juicy hole. Seeing cock after cock squirt its hot, gushing load to mix with the load before it, until the cunt overflowed, and cum oozed down the crack of the lady's ass.

His second thrill, just as enjoyable, just as fulfilling, was to suck the lady's cunt after the last nut sack had been drained into her. The more of the hot, tangy stuff he could schlurp out into his mouth, the better he liked it. The third and ultimate thrill, however, was the endlessly long fuck between him and the lady after all the other men were done.

This last order of Dick's, then, became frosting on the cake. He hadn't wanted to appear too eager, too freaky, and he would never have indulged his second thrill under the present circumstances. With a loaded gun pointed at his head, however, he had no choice arid nothing could have pleased him more.

Before tonight, he could not remember ever having really seen his mother's cunt. He had seen her naked scores of times, and on those occasions his eyes would invariably drop to her crotch. All he had seen, however, had been a veritable thicket of curly bronze hair, and just the beginnings of her fat outer lips before they disappeared into the silken jungle between her alabaster thighs.

Tonight he had seen it all, and her cunt was the epitome of all his dream cunts. Steve loved to look at into cunts, and the more over fucked and abused they appeared, the more beautiful they appeared to him. He liked clits that were long, fat-headed, hanging almost dick-like above deep slimy gashes. He liked for inner labia to protrude, puffy and dark, like wilting flower petals far beyond the outer lips. He liked the convoluting, corrugated, brighter pink inner flesh of the vulva to be visible, wet, shiny with woman slime or man cum or both. And this was Valerie's cunt in spades, The thick; reddish-blonde hair that framed it, running down the insides of her thighs, and up the sweaty crack of her ass, gave it an added dimension of sexy beauty.

Steve had to stifle a groan of lust as he dropped his face between her splayed thighs, and breathed in great, gulping gasps of the mixture of smells that were captured there. The odor was heady, intoxicating, overpowering. He loved it more than the fragrance of any flower, any cologne or perfume. Opening his mouth wide, he clamped it to his mother's gaping cunt. Before beginning to suck, he stiffened his tongue, slid it flat into her goo-filled hole, and ladled the sweet and sour slime into his mouth as though from a spoon.

Beverly's cunt was always as hot as though she had a low banked fire in her womb, a centralized raging fever in her loins. Valerie's pussy was just as hot. This fact pleased and surprised Steve, because until now he had thought that such heat as emanated from Beverly's genitals was generated solely by the sweet flame of youth.

Sliding both hands under his mother's big, soft ass, he lifted her entire bottom from the floor and drank from her cunt like an old man drinking from a bowl of warm soup. The texture of her taut ass skin was like satin. The giant orbs were as soft as ass cheeks could be, heavy, yielding, almost burying his clutching fingers.

As he began to suck, she began to moan softly, and writhe her loins up into his face, her cunt farther up into his mouth. He sucked until all the cum was gone, and only her sweet, clear juices remained to fill his mouth, roll off his tongue. Spreading the resilient globes of her ass wider apart, lifting them higher, he found another pocket of cum pooled in the deep, dark crevice, and greedily lapped up this surprise bounty. He licked the silky, wispy hairs on the humid valley floor flat and slickly wet. He ran his tongue around the flat, wrinkled ring of her asshole several times before stabbing it into her tiny clutching back opening as deep as it would go.

"AHHHHHRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Valerie cried gutturally, in a groaning, gurgling yelp of surprise, arching up from the floor in a taut, curving bridge.

Steve caught her there, and held her fast. Flipping his tongue out of her asshole and up to her clit in one smooth swipe, he clamped the turgid, meaty mini-dick between lip-cushioned teeth, and tongue-lashed it to thicker, harder prominence.

"Oh God oh God s-suck it, baby suck mommy's hot pussy, darling!" Valerie cried, seeming to have completely forgotten that they had an audience. "Lick that clit lick it lick it ohhh shit it's so good soooogoddamn good yes yes chew it harder harder oh God I'm c-c-commmmmming!"