The Sitter Ch. 04

I released her clit, ignored the sound of regret Karen released, and began to suck and nibble on her lips. I darted my tongue between her folds, tasting the salty, sweet, and fragrant juices leaking from her pussy, and pressed my face against her. I hooked my arms around her thighs, placing both hands on her stomach and began to kiss and suck and slurp and nibble and lap. She opened wider, and her fluids became more copious. I wiggled my tongue, trying to trace ever fold and curve and muscle, and sucked lightly on her clit. Her juices flooded my chin, and suddenly her thighs tightened around me. With a wordless cry, Karen began to thrash beneath me. I redoubled my assault, lapping hungrily at her dripping slit, pressing my nose into her auburn bush.

Karen thrust her pelvis into my face, every muscle in her body taut, her fingers gripping my head so hard that it hurt. At last, she pushed my head away and fell against the bed. Her thighs fell slack, and she sucked in deep lungfuls of air. She managed to cough out, "Every time, Bill, you set me off like a firecracker."

I looked up at her through the valley of her tremendous breasts, rising and falling with each intake of air. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and the lamp on the nightstand caused the emerald at her neck to glint. She smiled lazily at me.

I licked pussy cream from my lips. I crawled my way up her body, lightly kissing her pale belly and milky breasts as I did. I tasted her sweat and the jasmine tang of her perfume. I sucked briefly on each of her hardened, pink nipples and then kissed her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, and finally her lips. They parted, allowing me to thrust my tongue into her mouth and play with her own. She licked her own juices from my lips and chin and smiled at me.

I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock roughly. "Is this for me?" she asked sweetly.

"Always," I said seriously.

"And I am yours, forever and ever," she said, guiding the head of my cock to her pussy. I slid home easily, diving deep inside her with a casual thrust. Her eyes widened and she grunted as she opened herself for me. I braced myself with both arms and, with a dry kiss on her full lips, began to slowly fuck her.

Karen's tits mashed against my chest. Her legs wrapped around me. Her calves pressed against my ass and squeezed urgently against me with each thrust. Her hips rose to meet me with each jab, and I drove deeper and deeper into her heated core.

"Oh, God, Bill, fuck me. Harder, baby, harder." She gripped me loosely, then tightly, then loosely again, her inner muscles caressing and squeezing my hardened cock as it drove inside. Heat enveloped me and moisture inundated me. I was in heaven, again.

Gradually I increased my tempo, rising and falling. I cocked my hip and twisted slightly, eliciting another widening of the eyes and an involuntary gasp from Karen as the tip of my cock butted up against a sensitive portion of her inner walls. "Jesus," she whispered with all the breath she had. "Do that again." Her legs tightened around me, and she gripped my shoulders tightly in her hands. I did another twist-thrust and then rotated, slamming into her a slightly different angle. Karen cried out.

My balls slapped against her ass and I bottomed out, thrust as deeply within her as I had ever been. The sensitive head of my cock pounded against the roof of her womb. I pulled back, dragging my cock nearly free of her tightly gripping cunt, and then slammed home again. My spongy cockhead nearly flattened inside her. Karen's fingernails dug into my shoulders and she threw her head back, releasing an impassioned cry. "Oh my fucking God! Oh, oh, oh! Almost there! Fuck!"

Her back arched, thrusting her tits into my face. I captured a nipple between my lips and bit gently. My cock withdrew halfway and surged forward again. My head fell between Karen's tits as she thrashed beneath me, and both milky white globes slapped my face with her movements. With a shuddering, roaring, gasping cry, Karen came. Her pussy tightened like a vise around my cock, and her juices inundated me, washing over my cock like molten lava, and splashing against my balls. Her heart pounded hard beneath her breast, and I heard each throbbing beat.

Karen relaxed slightly, mewling softly, her eyes glazed with passion. I waited several heartbeats and began to thrust again. "You fucking stud, you," Karen muttered with a grimace, "you think you're hot shit, don't you?"

I nodded and grinned, still pounding into her. "Well," she gasped, "Tonight I'm going to make sure you match me, climax for climax." She grinned and licked her lips. "What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?"

Then she cocked her hip and, with hands on my shoulders for leverage, flipped us over so that I was beneath her. My cock momentarily lost its housing in her pussy, but she corrected that oversight quickly, and settled down sharply. Her heavy tits bobbed over my face, begging to be sucked and kissed. Karen had other ideas, however. She settled back on her haunches so that my cock, sweetly imprisoned within her velvet pussy, was sharply angled away from my belly. I felt a stab of painful pleasure at the very base of my cock. Karen constricted her pussy around my engorged rod, and reached down behind her to grip and squeeze my balls.

That did it. We hadn't even started fucking in this position, but she made me cum anyway. I gripped her hips in my hands and thrust upward, driving my cock into her with enough strength to lift my buttocks and her body off the bed. As I did, my cock hardened and lengthened and I felt a massive charge rise up from the base to the tip of my rod. My cock spat its payload, one sticky, molten glob at a time. Again and again my penis fired deep within her pussy, sending arcs of white cum to splatter against her insides. My strength failed and our bodies fell back onto the bed and still I came, one shuddering jet of jism after another. It leaked from her pussy and dripped down onto my balls and pelvis, and still I came.

Karen fell forward, her tits bouncing against my chest, and kissed me hard. Finally, I stopped. Her pussy was still tight, keeping me hard. She was slick and sloppy and feeling wonderful.

Karen kissed me fiercely and licked the sweat from my brow. "How was that?" she asked. My cock was still hard, so I simply grinned and flexed. Karen jumped. "I see I still have some work to do."

"Mmm," I agreed. "Get cracking."

"You're a cruel taskmaster, sweetheart," Karen laughed. She kissed my cheek, brushed her lips against mine, and then began to slowly kiss her way down my body. When her hips shifted and she pulled away, letting my engorged member slide out of her, I released a plaintive moan. Karen merely giggled at my distress. But as she rubbed her smooth cheek against my abdomen and licked me, my cock found itself butting up against the lower slopes of her breasts.

I felt her slim fingers encircle my girth and begin to manipulate me. She used the slick head of my cock to gently caress her nipples, leaving trails of our mixed fluids across her skin. She sat back a little and cupped her tits, wedging my cock between them. I was enveloped in soft, warm flesh, and I bounced between each hefty tit as Karen slapped my cock around. I groaned and thrust against her. My cockhead peaked out between her breasts, the eye winking at her. Karen's tongue darted out to taste. My cock quivered and throbbed and spat cream onto her tongue.

Slowly, but with growing speed, Karen began to titfuck me. She cupped her tits and pressed them tight around my rampaging cock and bounced up and down, sucking me deep within her cleavage and back up again, where she pressed her lips against the tip. I ran my fingers through her hair, an auburn cloud now, her delicate wave long since come apart during the melee, and watched the show. Karen looked up at me and smiled wickedly.

She squeezed me tight between her mams and my cock leapt straight up, bumping against Karen's chin. She snorted, stifling a chuckle. "You never lack for energy, do you?"

"Can you blame me?" I paused, then added, "It's not funny."

"You'd think so if you could see your expression," she said, giggling. "Especially from this angle." She ducked her head and placed a dry kiss against my glans. Involuntarily, I flexed, hard and throbbing. Karen giggled again.

"You know, you keep laughing you'll ruin the mood."

Karen arched an eyebrow, her green eyes twinkling. "Oh, we don't want that happening do we?" She released my cock from the sweet prison of her breasts and kissed the tip once more, lightly grazing it with her tongue. Her saliva mixed with my natural precoital fluids and dripped down the length of my dick.

With a sucking sound, she raised her head. My cock bobbed free and clear again. "How's that for mood?" she asked me.

"That's. . . not bad," I squeaked. She laughed, and went down on me again. With one hand she cupped my balls, and began to roll them between her fingers. My cock disappeared between her lips, and her tongue undulated along its length, pulling me in deeper into her mouth. I felt one of Karen's fingers trace the flesh beneath my sack and begin to slip between the cheeks of my ass, tickling slightly.

My cock surged within her mouth and her cheeks grew hollow as she applied suction, urging the cum from my balls. I was almost there, ready for the second go, when I felt Karen's finger probe my sphincter.

"What are you -?" I managed to gasp out before her finger slid inside me past the first knuckle. She pressed hard, and suddenly my cock was swelling in her mouth and I felt my orgasm crest. With a startled groan, I came harder than I'd ever come before. My balls contracted, the cum boiling within them, and surged up my shaft to spray straight down Karen's throat. She coughed and whipped her head free as my cum continued to spray, one pearly white ribbon after another. An arc fell across Karen's cheek, trailing down to her lips. Another scattered across her neck and dripped beneath her breasts.

Karen coughed again, her eyes bright, but she aimed my cock at her tits. My cum continued to splatter, hot and white, against her skin. Trails and pools formed where it fell, and then finally I was spent. My cock wavered and began to slowly retract. Karen licked her lips, making the cum staining them disappear. She hefted a tit and licked my cum off the slope. My cock hardened again immediately.

"I love how you do that," she laughed. She scooped up cum between her fingers and fed it herself.

I laughed too, but fell back against the bed. "I swear, one of these days you're going to give me a heart attack."

Karen rose and pounced on me. "I'll test that theory."

And we did, at least four more times that night. I didn't think I had it in me, but Karen insisted. One for one, she promised, and she made sure of it. I fucked her from behind, my belly slapping against her plush ass, my hands fondling her heavy breasts. I fucked her in the ass while she rode me, arching her back against my chest and shoving three fingers into her steaming snatch. We fucked in the shower, to wash the cum and sweat and other fluids from our bodies, and we finished up in my bed once more. We fell asleep entangled on one another's bodies, me still inside her, and her spooned against me.

As I drifted off to sleep, I reflected to myself that Karen and I should get engaged more often.

I woke briefly, later that night, as Mom crept into the room. She knelt beside the bed, her bewitching perfume filling the air. Automatically, my cock stiffened within Karen, who though unconscious, moaned and stretched against me.

"Mission accomplished?" Mom whispered.

I nodded sleepily. It took me a moment to realize the movement was probably lost in the darkness. "Yes," I whispered back. "We're engaged," I added.

Mom's eyes grew wide in the dim light from the hallway. "What?" she said.

I started to wake up a little more, uncertain how to take her expression. "She proposed, I accepted." Karen stirred against me; her calf rubbed my ankle, her ass pushed against my stomach, and her hand fell against my hip. "Are you mad?" I asked Mom.

She smiled broadly. "Mad? Oh, honey, why would I be mad?" Suddenly she threw herself on the bed, sprawling across Karen and I. Karen snapped awake, and I sensed her immediate distress, but it quickly diffused when Mom kissed Karen full on the lips. "My babies!" Mom exclaimed, sitting up, straddling Karen and I. "My babies are getting married!"

She took it surprisingly well, I thought.

Karen and I were married that summer. I was nineteen, her twenty-ninth birthday was not far away. We held the ceremony at the house with a small gathering of family and friends. Mom looked absolutely deadly in a tight yellow dress that showed off her fantastic figure, and Karen's bridesmaids, her former roommates Lena, Justine and Rebecca, managed to fill out their dresses nicely as well. But Karen stole the show.

She wore a white, scoop-necked dress that revealed an acre of cleavage. It fell to her ankles, but a slit up the legs showed a generous expanse of thigh and calf clad in skintight white hose. Her veil was abbreviated, just enough to pin back her mane of auburn hair, and she carried a bouquet of yellow roses. She wore her emerald on a white ribbon around her neck.

Myself, I wore a white tuxedo with a yellow tie and cummerbund. I think I looked okay, and the appraising glance Mom couldn't quite disguise suggested I was sharply dressed. The ceremony itself was largely a blur, as was the reception afterward, and by nightfall Karen and I were winging our way towards Hawaii for two sun dappled weeks of honeymoon bliss.

Mom came with us, of course. She got a sitter to watch the house for us, a guy a year or two older than I, the son of one of the women who worked in Mom's office. Andrew Wilson, I think his name was, but I never had a chance to meet him. Mom took care of all the details, including booking the caterers, the flight, the hotel, and everything else. That saved Karen and I additional stress as I finished my senior year of high school and she closed in on her last year of grad school. We could enjoy the event without any undue worry or waste.

Karen and I arrived at the hotel in Honolulu ahead of Mom. She took a later flight as a sort of "cover," but I think she was being over-cautious. It was just as well, I suppose. The long flight, following the ceremony and celebration, left both Karen and I too tired to do much but undress and cuddle beneath the satin sheets of our hotel's honeymoon suite. I was unconscious within moments, despite the warm press of Karen?s prodigious bosom against my chest and the silken pressure of her thigh against my crotch. Still, my beautiful wife was fast asleep before I drifted off into slumber.

I woke in the middle of the night, brain muddled by sleep, to a soft but insistent knocking at the door. Karen murmured quietly against my chest and shifted slightly, but remained oblivious. I gently disengaged myself from her and padded naked to the door. One glance through the spyhole confirmed my suspicions; Mom had finally made it. According to the plan, she had registered in a smaller room elsewhere in the hotel, but would end up spending most of her time with us in the suite.

I opened the door with a grin and Mom slipped inside. She had exchanged her formal wear from the wedding for a cream colored suit that had a slightly too short skirt and diaphanous blouse that showed her maroon bra beneath. She was in my arms before I shut the door, her mouth on mine and her tongue slipping beneath my lips to coax my own tongue out. After a few quiet moments of sucking face, Mom released me, allowing herself one final lick across my upper lip.

"Oh God," she whispered, "you don't know how wet the two of you made me all day. Karen in that dress, my boy become a man, everything so perfect and right. I just wish I could have been up on that dais with you two today."

I kissed her forehead lightly. "You were, Mom, you were."

She smiled widely, her eyes bright for a moment, and gave me a motherly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, sweetie." She reached down between us and grasped my hardening rod between her soft fingers. "We'll take care of this in a moment," she promised, "but first. . ." She turned towards the bed, where Karen still lay sleeping. Mom kicked off her heels and slipped out of her coat. Two steps later, her skirt was unzipped and slipping down her sleek thighs. Her blouse fluttered to the floor next.

Clad only in thong and bra, my statuesque and bronzed mother approached my sleeping wife and carefully climbed into bed beside her. Karen made quiet sounds and rolled towards Mom unconsciously, the sheet around her rising and falling with her breath. Mom reached down delicately and pulled a lock of hair across Karen's brow, tucking it behind Karen's ear. Mom leaned in and pressed her full lips against Karen's forehead, and finally my sleepy wife's eyes fluttered open.

"Janine," she breathed languorously, stretching her plush body beneath the sheets. "You made it."

"Mmmm," Mom agreed, giving Karen a proper kiss which Karen hungrily returned. When they broke away, Mom asked, "Have you two consummated your marriage bed yet?"

"I'm afraid not," I told her, approaching the bed finally. "We were a bit too shagged out after the flight to shag."

Mom giggled and kissed Karen's throat. "Well, then, my dears, I'm afraid I'm going to have to impose and request that Billy fucks my brains out first." Mom's head dipped lower, and I saw her peel the sheet from Karen, revealing her tremendous breasts tipped with their strawberry pink nipples. Both were already erect and enflamed with passion, and I heard Karen hiss as Mom's teeth scored a hit upon them.

"Impose all you want," Karen agreed amiably. "Just keep doing that." Mom obliged. I suppressed a smile and turned on the lamp on the nightstand so I could have a better look at my ladies. Karen grinned lustily up at me and ran her fingers through Mom's hair, urging Mom's ministrations on. Karen gave my cock an appraising look, but her attention was quickly diverted. She made an "O" with her mouth and her eyes narrowed as Mom sealed her lips around Karen's right nipple and applied suction.

My cock bobbed and lurched in my lap, eager and hungry. I joined Mom and Karen on the bed, making it sag further under my weight, and placed my palms on Mom's broad hips. She arched her back, lifting her pretty ass closer to me, as I hooked my thumbs in her panties and tugged them down her thighs. With a little help from her, I pulled them completely free, leaving Mom nearly nude. At the same time, Mom managed to wrestle the bedsheets lower on the bed, uncovering Karen's alabaster form. Mom slipped two fingers between Karen's netherlips and began to stroke her slowly. Karen moaned.

I maneuvered myself between Mom's legs, grabbed her bronze thighs in my hands and pulled them apart. Gripping my cock in one hand, I sidled up behind her and pressed my cockhead against the lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet, open and inviting, and without preamble I slid home within her.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Mom hissed, momentarily loosing Karen's nipple from her lips. Karen gently returned Mom to her breast. I grabbed Mom by the waist and slowly began to fuck her. She moaned into Karen's tits and fucked back at me forcefully. Her plush ass pressed against my abdomen and her pussy opened up to suck me deep inside her. I had intended to tease Mom and give her a slow, delicious fuck, simply because she wanted something savage and primal, but I found myself quickening my pace. Enveloped within her warmth and wetness, driving deep into my very birthplace, awakened my own passions, and within moments I was pounded hard and fast into her.