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Orville knew he was losing the battle. He no longer wanted to escape. Now he was fighting the urge to fall to his knees and suck her pretty little toes... so perfectly painted with glossy pink nail polish...
Barbra basked in his lusty gaze. This was going so much better than she could ever have imagined. The gorgeous boy's mouth was hanging open and he wasn't blinking.
"I've been so unwanted Orville... so unneeded..."
"No, no... nobody should feel like that Mrs Etherege," he gasped.
She put her hand on his crotch...
"Ohhh yummy... yessss... see, you're hard already... dear boy... come on baby... you fuck that other woman every day! Surely you can fuck me once a week...
Her clever fingers squeezed and fondled his massive hardon through his school shorts. Hearing the old lady say 'fuck' was so hot.
"I've imagined coming home from church and here you will be..." she said lustily as she fondled his erection. "Your lovely big stiff cock wait... waiting to go inside me..."
"Yes... yes ma'am," choked Orville.
"I'll leave my front door unlocked for you baby... and every Sunday, you must come in here... take off all your clothes and... and... lay your lovely naked body on my bed..."
Her face was close... she was leaning towards him, red lips pouting in her leathery old face... her eyelids were heavy, looking at him with a sultry gaze... He suddenly found himself fighting an urge to kiss her. Her smokers' breath was hot against his face...
"...and then you'll fuck me... dear Orville," she said throatily, "...use me... put this big hard cock in me baby..."
He lost the battle. Her lips found his and her tongue delved hungrily into his mouth.
Orville had never been kissed like he was being kissed at that moment. She tasted of tobacco and scotch but somehow that just made it all the hotter. She was groaning passionately into his mouth...
"Mmmm oooh yethhh... dear boy... mmmm... kith me... oh dear sweet boyyyy..."
The contrast with the unconscious MILF across the hall was stark. She was not beautiful like Mrs Carter... but she was awake... and alive! Her hand on his prick felt exquisite.... actively wanting him...
"Jeezussss fuckkk Mrs E... Etherege," he gasped.
"Help me up dear," she rasped as she tried to stand. "My... my old legs don't seem to want to work..."
He jumped to his feet and, taking her hands, lifted her up into his arms. She pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around, grasping his butt. Orville found himself reciprocating, his arms around her waist... down her back.. over the gigantic swell of her magnificent big arse...
They made their way slowly towards her bedroom, kissing and groping each other, Orville a willing participant... any thought of escape completely forgotten.
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IN BARBRA'S BEDROOM
"Quick Ali," said George. "Down this way..."
As Orville and Barbra slow-danced through her bedroom door, the two voyeurs rushed off down the dark passageway, past the peephole into Barbra's bathroom, then a left turn and they were outside the old lady's bedroom.
They hurriedly got back into position in the tight corridor and then slid the cover of Barbra's bedroom peephole open. Cheek to cheek they peered through...
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Barbra's bedroom was neat and clean and very feminine. It was dominated by a sumptuous looking canopy bed stretched between four carved timber posts. On top of a floral bedspread was a dozen lacy white pillows stacked up against the bedhead. Sheer white lace tapestry draped down around on four sides, tied back to the timber poles with gold tasseled cord.
It was a beautiful bed for lovers. A bed that had never held two people.
The old woman and the young man with arms around each other's bodies, were slobbering into each other's mouths, staggering towards the bed...
"Ooooh yesss Orville.... mmmm (kiss, kiss, kiss).
Her hands still grasped his arse through his school shorts and Orville did the same, grasping her gigantic fleshy butt in both hands... squeezing her against his hard cock...
When her legs bumped back against the mattress, she extricated herself from his embrace and, on hands and knees, crawled in and lay herself down, her upper body leaning back against the multitude of overstuffed pillows. Her big teats rested on her belly and she lifted her knees up, spreading her legs wide apart...
"F... fuck... shitttttt... Mrs Etherege." gasped Orville. "What... What are you do... doing?"
Her cunt was huge and hairy... and meaty as well, protruding heavily out underneath her belly. She ran the back of her hand down through the thick curly pubic hair, up and down... and then her fingers paused on the lips of her cunt... spreading her lips apart...
"Mmmm... it feels sooooo gooood Orville..."
The young man was tearing at his clothes. Nothing seemed to be coming off as quickly as he would have liked. He started unbuttoning his school shirt... but that was taking too long so he pulled his shorts down instead... but then he couldn't get them over his school shoes and had to leave them around his ankles...
Eventually, he gave up and watched, holding his erection through his underpants...
Mrs Etherege's cunt was spread wide, warm, dark, and inviting. She was pushing two fingers into her damp hole... squelching them around for a minute before drawing them out to show him how wet she was...
"Do you... you know what Orville?" she wheezed.
"N...no ma'am. Wh... what?" He tried to rearrange his erection but his cock was getting tangled in his underpants like a snake trying to get out of a sack...
The old lady's breath was coming quicker and her fingers were circling and fondling her clitoris... he could see the glint of her dewy juices reflecting wetly off the little knob...
"I fantasize about you baby," she said huskily. "I... I imagine you standing there... just like you are.."
"Jeeezus fuck... Bloody hell... Mrs Etherege..."
"Let me see dear..." she begged. "Please baby... show old Mrs Etherege your lovely big cock..."
In a daze, Orville did as the old woman directed. He pulled his underpants down around his thighs to join his school shorts. His big nine-inch cock popped out hard and proud...
"Mmmm ohhhh yesss... oh goodness... it's so much bigger than I thought..." she gasped (squelch, squelch). "Come here baby... come to Mrs Etherege..."
Any distaste the young man might have felt for the old woman had disappeared completely. With his school shorts and underpants still tangled around his ankles and still wearing his scuffed leather school shoes, Orville climbed up on the bed with the old woman and crawled in close until he was kneeling between her thick fat thighs.
Orville was getting frantic. I'm gonna fuck her, he thought madly. Mmm, oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck this old cunt real good...
He couldn't help but stroke his cock... nice and slow so she could watch. The fat old woman was looking at him hungrily... she was staring at it... mumbling softly to herself as she fucked herself...
His cock felt like a hammer... a steel bar... pulsing... As he stroked it precum started to leak out the top...
"Oh lord..." she mumbled. 'It's so big..."
"Yes ma'am. It feels... real good..."
"Take your top off baby," begged Barbra as she masturbated herself (squelch, squelch, squelch). "Show... show old Mrs Etherege that... mmm... that strong young chest..."
He did get it off finally, pulling it over his head like a T-shirt, dropping it on the carpet behind him. She gazed at his hairless muscular body like he was an Adonis.
"Oh my... oh my... oh Orville... your body is st... stunning..." she gasped (squelch, squelch, squelch). "I want to touch you dear... is that ok? Just a little stroke.."
They were quite close. All Barbra had to do was stretch out her spare hand to stroke him... long hot pink fingernails gently scratched down his chest, flicking over his nipples... his six-pack stomach...
"God... dear god," she mumbled (squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, ). "How l... lovely you are..."
...and then she took his cock in her wrinkled old hand, toying with it... squeezing, stroking... her thumb and forefinger gently rolling over his fat purple helmet...
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"Gosh... look how big he is Mr Carter..."
When Alison saw Orville's cock she was seriously conflicted. She'd never had even the smallest sexual thought about Orville. But seeing the old woman playing with it...
It was half as big as Mr Carter's prick but it still made the young nymphomaniac re-evaluate her relationship with her big brother. The randy young girl let her imagination have free reign.
"Ha," muttered George jealousy, probing the head of his monster dick against Alison's panty-covered crotch. "He's not half as big as me... this is a real cock..."
"I had n... no idea he was so... so massive..." gasped the girl.
"Why doesn't he fuck her?" wondered George impatiently. "God... she's begging for it..."
"P... please, Mr Carter," she begged. "I want you in me know..."
"Yeah... fuck yeah... come on then..."
Alison pulled her panties down, rolling them down her thighs and down her legs to the dusty floor.
"Put... put it in," she gasped urgently. "Please... I need it now Mr Carter..."
"Mmmm, yes... yes baby," he whispered.
Having the little slut beg for it was super sexy. He pulled his own underpants down and let his gigantic shlong rear up between her spread legs. Then he put his hands on her hips and lifted her effortlessly up in the air as though she weighed nothing at all. He held her up there momentarily, her legs dangling either side of his cock, and then slowly lowered her down...
"Ohhhh fuckkkkkkk," she groaned
Being impaled on Mr Carter's cock was the most marvelous feeling. His cock was so immense that he had to ease her down onto it. Even though her body was used to it, it still took several amazing long seconds. The feeling of that massive knarled shaft rasping against the walls of her cunt and burying itself deep inside her made her sob with pleasure every time. Even though they did it every day it was such a special moment that Alison often dreamt about it, waking up in the throws of a gushing wet-dream orgasm.
It was even more intense at this moment because the horny teen slut was imagining it was her brother's big dong that she was sinking onto.
The two voyeurs watched on in rapt silence, the only sound the slow shlooooooook, shlllaaaaaaaak, sound of George's immense cock rasping wetly in and out and Alison's deep guttural moans of pleasure. He pumped the girls cunt as if she was a FleshLight, effortlessly lifting her right up so the apple-sized head was the only thing inside her 'shlooooooook'... then 'shlllaaaaaaaak', driving her slim young body down over the long shaft until she was balls deep again, impaled on the massive thing.
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Mrs Etherege was licking her lips, mesmerized by the gorgeous young man who was kneeling between her spread legs, his big dong coming closer to her gaping hole. She was using all four fingers inside herself, pumping in and out (squelch, squelch, squelch,squelch, squelch, squelch).
"I'm all ready dear... lovely and wet for that lovely big cock..." she proclaimed lustily. "Put it in... put it in... make me cummmmm baby... make me cummmmmm..."
He leaned over her old body. Suspending himself with one arm he held his big fat cock with the other, teasing it against her spread-open cunt... so wet... and warm...
"Fuck me, Orville," she begged, fingernails digging into his shoulder. "Please... god... please baby... put it in me... put it in..."
Orville thrust himself all the way inside Barbra's lovely neglected pussy...
"Ohhhh yesssss... mmmm..." "oh fuck yessssss..."
They both cried out as they interlocked. They lay there happily for a moment... his body squashing her big soft boobs... his giant cock buried deep inside her old cunt... his balls pressed against her perineum... their pubic hair entangled...
Barbra put her arms around the beautiful boy and kissed him, sobbing with pleasure. Their tongues played inside each other's mouths. Neither wanted that moment to end but...
A maddening biological urge drove the young man to start moving. His hips started to move as if by their own volition...
"Oooo yesssss my darling," moaned the old lady between kissing his mouth. "Fuck me baby... fuck me... mmm... oh yesssss..."
Slowly at first and then faster and faster the young man pulled his big cock out and drove it back in, controlled energetic thrusts that only fit young men can do.
"You... your cunt feels a... amazing Mrs... Mrs Etherege," he gasped.
And she did. The old woman's cunt felt incredible, velvety, and creamy. He felt her legs interlock over his back as he started fucking her faster...
"OHHHH YESSSSS ORVILLE... OH YESSSS BABY... FUCK ME... FUCK ME..."
Orville was humping her wildly. After a few minutes, her old cunt was cumming... His large thick prick started making shlooop, shlooop noises as he hammered into her... He was going to cum.
"AHHHHH... YESSSSSS..."
Barbra was as well. For all the orgasms she gave herself, none felt as good as this sexy boy's massive cock. She was going to let it happen... The wonderful boy had control... he was making her cum... she could feel it as inevitably as breathing...
"OH... OH... OH..."
They both cried out as one as they orgasmed together
"AHHHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHH YES... YESSS... YESSSSSS... OOOORVILLE..."
"AHHH I'M CUMMING...AHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSS MRS ETHEREGE... I'M CUMMMINGGG..."
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The two voyeurs were cumming as well
"Oh Barbra," groaned George as he imagined he was filling the fat old woman up with cum - rather than the massive load he was hosing into his sexy redheaded teen.
"Oh fuck Orvy," sobbed Alison as her orgasm exploded deep in her pelvis. Like George, she was fantasizing as well, imagining the massive cock spasming in her cunt belonged to her brother.
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A LATE-NIGHT VISIT
That night Alison woke up to the frightening sight of a dark figure standing over her.
"Mr... Mr Carter?" she asked sleepily.
"I couldn't sleep Ali," his deep voice rumbled in the dark. "I need to talk to someone."
"Wh... what time is it?"
"I don't know... late I guess..."
As her eyes grew accustomed to the shadowy blackness she could see his body more clearly.
The short stout man was not handsome. George Carter wasn't much taller than Alison but he was still an imposing presence. His tough hairy belly and muscular chest, his long heavily muscled arms, and his square balding head made him look like an old heavyweight boxer or a gorilla.
Ugly as he was, her young body still reacted when she saw him. She had no control at all. She snuck her hand down between her legs and felt her sudden wetness and stiffed a groan as she slid a finger inside herself.
I belong to him, she thought.
His white Y-front underpants seemed to glow in the dark and she could see his impossible eighteen-inch cock tucked inside like a massive thick Polish sausage.
"Why... why couldn't you sleep Mr Carter?"
"It's that fucking brother of yours!" he grumbled. "That fucking kid is fucking my wife..."
Young and inexperienced as she was the irony of what he was saying wasn't lost on the teen. Orville may have been fucking his wife but George was fucking her... and loads of others as well. Apparently, that didn't balance out in Mr Carter's mind.
"I don't even care about her anymore," he continued. "I'm more like Petunia's carer than her husband... but it still bugs me you know?"
"Yes... I see that Mr Carter...it must be very tough sometimes. Mrs Carter drinks quite a lot doesn't she?"
"Gallons baby... gallons. Till she passes out. It's all I can do to keep food down her. If Orville wants to fuck a woman like that why the fuck should I care?"
"I really don't know sir. It's only natural you should feel a bit jealous," she said with wisdom beyond her years. "Maybe you need her still?"
"I suppose... I don't know."
He sounded so forlorn her kind heart went out to him...
"Is... is there anything I do something Mr Carter?"
"Of course there is," he rumbled.
He lifted her blankets aside and saw her pale blue negligee bunched up above her belly button. Taught pale flesh over her abdomen and her fingers below her belly, moving in the shadows between her legs...
His big coarse hands roamed over her young body... up the swell of her tits... pinching her nipples.
"Ohhh yessss Mr Carter..."
With her other hand, Alison grasped his big cock through his underpants, squeezing a little. It responded immediately. She could feel it hardening instantly between her fingers and the massive apple-sized head poked out over the top of his overworked underwear.
It's like a super-power, she thought.
Alison sat up in her bed and swung her legs over the edge of the bed as though to stand up. George stepped closer, his thighs pressing against her knees.
Now she was facing him she reached out eagerly for the waist elastic of his Y-fronts and pulled down, releasing his mighty shlong...
He shuddered happily as she took him in her hands, her slim fingers toying with the prominent ridge of the gigantic purple helmet... her thumb stroking over the pisshole...
George looked down at the stunning teen fondling his unimaginably fantastic cock. It was fully erect now, pulsing three inches thick. Her hands looked so small on the eighteen-inch shaft.
As she worshiped his massive dong a thought, a wonderful thought occurred to him... an idea he'd never really considered before...
"You know what Ali? I don't need her at all. I really don't," he said.
In a flash of clarity, George saw it all so clearly. He felt he'd been hit by a lightning bolt. How had he been so blind?
"What do you mean Mr Carter?" asked Alison as she jerked him. She tried to concentrate on his words instead of imagining his monstrous cock in her pussy. Just holding it was making her lose control...
"I don't need that Petunia at all. Everything I need is right here in this room... right here in front of me."
Alison's heart skipped a beat. He loves me she thought.
"Oh Mr Carter..." she began looking up into his shadowy face. She was about to say that she loved him as well... but he cut her off...
"My beautiful big cock is all I've ever needed!" he laughed.
As she looked up in despair, he pushed her hands aside and started jerking it in front of her... that interlocked double-handed method he had that probably accounted for his massive upper-body strength.
"Sir?... What... what do you mean?" She found herself staring cross-eyed at the gigantic head in front of her nose. A steady drizzle of precum was oozing out...
"Nobody has a cock like this," he proclaimed proudly. "It cums gallons!...and then gets hard again straight away! I don't need anything or anybody except my beautiful cock!"
She looked up at him. His face was glowing like she'd never seen before as he looked adoringly down at his immense erection.
"What about me Mr Carter?" she said in a small voice. "Don't you feel anything for me?"
"Yeah.. sure... you're great too," he said offhandedly.
But he was staring lovingly at his enormous penis... slowly stroking it... watching the precum drip off the end...
Alison didn't know the story of Narcissus, the man who fell in love with his own reflection. She was still young and didn't understand self-love like Mr Carter's but, like all women scorned, anger boiled up inside her.
I should scream, she thought madly. Mom would call the police and he'd be totally busted...
