"Mother_s new lover" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laver Brian)

CHAPTER NINE

The next time Dave was with Bob and Jim he found himself in a typical conversation about chicks and fucking. He couldn't tell his friends about his fun at home, so he kept quiet. After all, one slip of the tongue and his incest might be known.

But when Jim suggested going back to Gloriosky Gloria's place, Dave said no. After all, Gloria had been alright in a desperate situation. But now that he had one of the sexiest chicks in town at his disposal, he could hardly bring himself to fuck Gloria again.

And Dave hated to see his friends wasting their time on that old whore, too.

"What do you want to fuck her for when there are so many nice chicks around?" he asked.

"So many nice virgins, you mean," Jim said.

"Yeah, I know," Dave agreed. "But it's up to us to get those virgins laid."

"I'd rather fuck Gloria than waste my time with those tight-assed cunts," Bob said.

"Well, you guys can fuck old Gloriosky, but count me out," Dave told them.

"What makes you so particular all of the sudden?" Jim asked.

Oh, how Dave wished he could tell them. He was proud of his new girl friend, even though she was his mother. And he knew all his friends would be mad with jealousy. He knew too, that each of them would be gad to fuck his mother if she looked like his.

But Dave stuck to his secret. And he remained adamant about going back to Gloria's.

"Well, do you have any other suggestions?" Bob asked him.

"We could go over to Barb's. The chicks all hang out over there on Saturdays," Dave said.

"Dave, have you forgotten?" Jim asked. "We've been there. We've necked with those cunts till our balls ached. No thanks."

"Yeah, I know," Dave said. "But maybe we've been doing something wrong. After all, chicks like to fuck – at least some of them do. Maybe if we make them ask for it we'd do better."

"Yeah, sure," Bob said. "What are you going to do? Twist their arms? They'd probably rather lose an arm than let us fuck them."

"Well, I'd still rather take my chances over there than go back to Gloria," Dave said. "That old whore was alright once, but twice would be pathetic."

Dave could tell the guys were listening and paying attention to what he said. He didn't know it, but he was speaking with the authority of experience.

"Come on," Dave said. "Let's take a walk over to Barb's. We'll talk about strategy on the way."

To Dave's surprise, his friends agreed. He was feeling very much in control, but he didn't know why. He thought fucking was merely fucking; he didn't know that it made him more confident and worldly in the eyes of his buddies.

"We'll get the chicks necking," Dave said as they walked along. "But when they stop us from gabbing a tit or cunt or whatever, we stop everything. Just make sure they're breathing hard before you go for their tits."

"But that's what always happens," Jim said.

"No it isn't," Dave said. "When they stop us, we keep trying. That way, they can still have the fun of being kissed and pursued without giving up anything."

"I don't know," Bob said. "It sounds like I'm going to have aching balls again."

"Well, it could be worse," Dave said. "You could fall in love with Gloriosky."

The boys laughed. But they didn't have much hope of Dave's plan working out. He sounded as though he knew what he was talking about, though, so they went ahead.

At Barb's house, the boys found Sue, Fran and Barb. But soon after they arrived, Mary and Beth showed up.

When Dave saw Mary his prick began stiffening. He remembered how he thought he was going to fuck her, but wound up with a hand job. At the time it was fantastic, but now it seemed like small potatoes. Still, he would like another crack at her.

Now there were five chicks and three guys, though. But after some fooling around, Sue and Fran said they were leaving. With three and three, the boys began to get hopeful.

Bob went right over to Barb and sat down. His arm went around her shoulders. They kissed with the others looking on. Teenagers aren't used to having privacy anyway, so necking could go on even with an audience.

But Dave knew that privacy would be necessary if he were really going to score. So he stood up and motioned for Mary to go with him. He led her into the kitchen.

"I've been hoping I'd run into you," he told her. "Didn't your mother tell you I called?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I missed you," Mary said. "But that was over a week ago."

"Yeah, well, I've been busy this past week," Dave said. "But it's still nice seeing you."

He stepped toward her and put his hands on her hips. She leaned into his arms. They kissed like lovers who'd been parted for years.

With this young chick in his arms, Dave knew that his mother wasn't enough. He needed other chicks too – chicks his own age. After conquering his mother's body, he was looking for new cunts to stake his claim on.

As their tongues intertwined, Dave and Mary pressed their bodies together. Dave was surprised at how firm Mary's tits seemed now that he was used to his mother's. And she was shorter than his mother, and she smelled differently. Dave found himself getting as excited as he used to get in his virginal days.

But he also knew that he was handling this chick differently than he had the last time they were together. He couldn't know for sure, but his technique had changed since he'd gathered some experience.

And Mary seemed to be responding to him differently, too. She seemed to be melting in his embrace.

"Let's go find a comfortable bedroom," Dave said.

Mary didn't reply, but he knew she would follow him anywhere.

The last time he led this chick to a bedroom, he had been just as excited as he was now. But he felt more confident now. And he knew he wasn't going to settle for a hand job.

Dave didn't waste any time reaching for one of her tits. It surprised him to find out how he'd forgotten the size and firmness of them. But the only tits he'd handled lately had been his mother's. So holding Mary's huge jugs was as thrilling as it had been the first time.

"Let's lie down," Dave said.

Again Mary silently obeyed. Dave reached under her jersey for a handful of naked tit.

So far so good, he thought. But he wouldn't go any further until she was panting. And then he would continue only as long as she didn't try to limit him. Dave was determined to take his own advice.

For a long, leisurely time, Dave and Mary lay there, tasting each other's tongues. Gradually, she began to breathe harder. But Dave wasn't losing his head as he used to. It was only when she was covering his face with her hot breath that he lifted her jersey to suck her tits.

It was terrific to have a different pair of boobs to play with. Dave found that he could do entirely different things with these firmer tits than he could do with his mother's. For instance, he could kiss all wound them without lifting them off the ribs on which they reclined. And he could nuzzle his face between them and feel them on each of his ears.

When Mary was hot and writhing slightly, Dave thought he would move on. But he was going to be cool about it.

"Pull down your pants," he whispered. "I'll pull down mine."

He could have unfastened the girl's pants like he'd done last time. But he wanted her, to know that he wasn't fooling around.

Mary looked at him strangely. She hadn't expected him to say that. But Dave just smiled at her as he unbuckled his belt.

Dave had his cock out by the time Mary began unbuttoning her pants. But then she hurried to catch up. Remembering how she had resisted baring her cunt the last time, Dave couldn't help being optimistic.

Mary opened her pants, but didn't pull them down. She looked at Dave with sad eyes, as if to say, "I'd like to pull down my pants myself, but I'm a virgin and shy."

But Dave didn't mind giving her some help. He grabbed the top of her jeans and Mary lifted her ass from the bed. And her pants came down. And down they went until they were off her feet. After all, if she was going to get fucked, she would have to be able to spread her legs.

Mary lay with her legs closed, knees bent to one side. She covered her hairy mound with one hand, but not protectively, merely in modesty.

Dave snuggled closer, pressing his stiff and burning cock to her wide hip. Then he slipped his hand between her mound and her own hand.

As they kissed again, Dave pressed his fingers between her thighs. Mary let her legs sag opened, exposing her wet cunt to Dave's strong fingers.

"I've been thinking about since the last time," he said.

"I've been thinking about you, too, Dave. And I couldn't forget how your prick looked when the white stuff came out of it."

Dave realized that she was at least willing to jerk him off again. But he promised himself that he wouldn't settle for less than a genuine fuck. And if she didn't let him fuck her, he wasn't going to rub her off. Let her do that herself, he thought.

Dave slipped a finger into Mary's cunt. She gasped and spread her legs wider. He could tell immediately that her cunt was tighter than his mother's – and his mother's was pretty tight. It was going to be nice getting his prick in there!

"Hold my cock," he said softly.

Mary reached over and took the throbbing beast in her small hand.

"I love the way it twitches," she said. "It feels like it has a life of its own."

"It does," Dave said. "And a mind of its own, too."

Dave reached higher up Mary's cunt. Then he added another finger to the one already in there. Yes it was a tight pussy, all right. But it could hold his prick, Dave thought.

"Oh-h-h-h-h," Mary moaned. "That feels so good!"

Her hand began sliding the skin back and forth on Dave's prick. It wasn't easy for him to stop her. It felt terrific, but he didn't want to get suckered into a hand job again.

"Don't do that," Dave said. "It'll make me come. Just hold it, squeeze it, but don't jerk me off."

Dave saw Mary look at him from the corner of her eye. She was beginning to get the message.

And Dave was taking it easy on her cunt, too. He wasn't going to bring her off until his prick was pumping in her juicy snatch where his fingers now dallied.

He moved his fingers around inside her, exploring and enjoying the terrain. He also massaged the wiggly inner lips and tickled her asshole.

Dave was keeping track of Mary's passion. She was now breathing hard and her cunt was flowing freely. But her hips weren't writhing. Maybe he'd scared her by telling her not to jerk him off. Now she knew what he wanted.

Dave slid his finger through the slippery flesh of her cunt to her clit. He began massaging it gently. And Mary began responding.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h!" she gasped. "Dave, that's sooooo nice!"

Now her hips were moving. Dave felt her wiggling, then pumping her hips. And her breathing increased too. Her hand was still wrapped around his prick, but in her passion, she could only hold on.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Mary cried in an agonized voice. That was Dave's cue. She couldn't get much more excited without coming, he thought.

Dave took his hand from her cunt. And as he did, he saw the girl's eyes open wide. Did she know what was coming? She must have, Dave realized. Yet she hadn't stopped him.

He began to mount her. She looked up at him with a strange expression. Dave recognized the look of combined shock and lust. She knew she was going to get fucked, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"No, Dave. Don't!" she gasped.

Dave amazed himself with his next move. He rolled off her, sinking onto the bed beside her.

"But don't stop!" Mary cried. "Came on, Dave. Rub me off."

"No," he said. "That's kid stuff. If you want to fuck, I'd love to fuck you. But you'll have to rub yourself off if that's what you're into."

"Oh-h-h-h," Mary moaned.

Dave was in a fit of desperate passion himself. But even if he had to hobble home to his mother to relieve his aching nuts, he wouldn't rub this chick off – or let her jerk him off.

"Come on, Mary. You'll love it," Dave urged in a soft voice.

He saw the girl reach for her own cunt. It occurred to him that watching her jerk herself off would be fun. And if she didn't do it, he would have to ask his mother to do it for him sometime.

Mary's hand stopped before reaching her pussy, though. She was looking at the ceiling, her body writhing slightly.

"It'll be great for both of us," Dave said.

He had put his hand on the girl's thigh. But he refused to touch her cunt except with his prick.

"Okay," Mary said. "Fuck me. Hurry."

Dave smiled. But he didn't hurry. Slowly, he got into position between Mary's legs. She was looking into his face with passion now. Then, using all the skill his mother had taught him, Dave threaded his prick between the wet and eager lips of her cunt.

The expression on Mary's face as she felt his prick entering her would live forever in Dave's memory. He could not tell that she was surprised at the sensation. And at the same time, he could read a message of grateful delight on her pretty features.

"M-m-m-m-m!" she moaned desperately. "Oh, God!"

When his prick was sunk to the hilt in Mary's cunt, Dave let it lie there twitching. Her pussy was gripping it as though it had been waiting a long time for the chance.

Then, ever so slowly, Dave lifted his hips, sliding his cock out until its collar wore Mary's inner lips like a necktie. And Mary's face registered every bit of ecstasy that movement gave her.

Down went Dave's hips and his prick stuffed her again. And as it did, it squeezed a tone of pure bliss from her mouth.

"M-m-m-m-m, m-m-m-m-m, oh-h-h-h-h," Mary sang as Dave fucked her.

"How do you like it?" he asked breathlessly. "I love it!" Mary cried. "I love it!" Dave let his weight rest on Mary's huge tits as his ass rose and fell. His prick moved expertly, making a circular motion every now and again as his mother taught him.

Before long Mary went wild. She had more energy than Jean, if less finesse. Her hips jerked up to meet Dave's down-stroke. But she would lose the rhythm, her desperation getting the best of her.

But Dave loved riding that bucking bronco of a virgin. He had never imagined a chick going so crazy about a fucking. But then he was going crazy himself. Even after all the fucking he'd done with his mother, he was still capable of losing his mind to ecstasy.

"Oh, Dave!" Mary cried. "This is wonderful! Wonderful! Oh-h-h!"

"Y-yeah, I know," Dave gasped. "Oh, I've wanted to fuck you for so long."

"I think I'm coming," Mary said. "But I've never come like this before."

Dave rammed his prick deeply, then withdrew it as far as he could without letting it pop out. His rhythm was fast and steady. But most important, it was powerful.

Suddenly, Mary began shivering. And her voice broke into a quavering wail. She was coming, Dave knew. He kept fucking with the same steady rhythm although the girl was going wild beneath him.

"E-e-e-e-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w!" she screamed.

"I'm going to come too!" Dave gasped.

With Mary's tight cunt milking his prick, his orgasm was going to be fantastic – at least as strong as any his mother had given him.

"Ah-h-h, ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h!" he cried with every stroke.

Both fuckers writhed and jerked as they were devoured by delirious rapture. Their hips kept thrusting automatically. They held their sweating faces together. Mary's tits provided a cushion between their heaving chests.

When they finally stopped, they were both glad that things had worked out as they had.

"I don't know why I didn't do this long ago," Mary said. "It was so good!"

"Yeah, I wish we'd fucked long ago too," Dave said.

Dave was thinking about all the horniness he and his friends had gone through just because girls like Mary wanted to keep their virginity.

But Dave also felt proud of himself for overcoming Mary's reluctance. He wondered how his buddies were doing. And he wondered if they had taken his advice.

After lying around with Mary for a while, Dave suggested that they get dressed. Ordinarily he would have liked to fuck a second time. But now he was eager to tell his friends of his success and see if they had done as well.

They dressed and left the bedroom. At first the house seemed empty. But then the sounds of someone in a sexual fit came to them.

Looking at each other with a smile, they shared the happiness of knowing that they weren't the only ones who were willing to enjoy themselves.

"It's coming from that room," Mary said pointing to a door nearby.

"Should we peek?" Dave asked.

"Why not?" Mary said.

They tiptoed to the door and bent down. Being a gentleman, Dave let Mary have the first peek. She put her eye to the keyhole, then motioned to Dave to have a look.

Through the keyhole, Dave saw Bob and Barb on a bed. Bob was kneeling, facing Barb, who was reclining on a few pillows. But they weren't even touching each other. Bob had his own prick in his hand, jerking off and Barb was rubbing her cunt.

As they each took care of their own pleasure, they moaned and grunted as though they were fucking.

It was an exciting sight, Dave thought. But he felt sorry for Bob. It could be worse though. He could be home jerking off with a magazine.

Mary and Dave went into the living room to wait for the others. When they were all back in the living room, Dave suggested to his friends that they leave.

They said good-bye to the girls, promising to call them again.

"Well, how'd you guys do?" Dave asked.

"Great," Jim said. "I did just what you said, Dave. When Beth tried to stop me from grabbing her tit, I grabbed her cunt instead. Then, she pulled my hand away from her cunt, but I put it right back. Finally, she was so hot, she let me finger-fuck her."

Jim passed his finger around for his friends to sniff.

"That's not what I said to do," Dave said. "Oh well, at least I fingered her," Jim said. "What happened with Barb?" Dave asked Bob, even though he'd seen what happened through the keyhole.

"Well, it was pretty good," Bob said. "I didn't get fucked. But she, ah – she gave me a hand job."

"Wow!" Jim said, impressed.

Dave didn't say anything. His friends would have to help themselves to get fucked. Or maybe their mothers would help them.

"What happened to you and Mary?" Bob asked Dave.

"I fucked her!" Dave said.

"Really?" his friends asked.

"Yup, I took my own advice and it worked perfectly," Dave said.

He told them all about his fucking with Mary. Telling them was fun, but he was already looking forward to getting home to his mother.