Carol Taylor gazed out her kitchen window and sipped her morning coffee. Bright sunlight streamed low across the green tops of the distant hills, promising a warm and beautiful weekend. She ought to dress and get started on the yard work that she put off during the week. She'd have to find where in the garage Craig kept the electric weed whacker. He'd always taken care of the lawn when he'd lived at home.
Instead, Carol was still lounging around in her short blue nightgown and slippers, too horny to focus on practical matters. She'd stayed late in bed this morning, getting herself off with her fingers. She'd missed having a late-night visit from Harper last evening, to ease the constant state of arousal that consumed her lately. But for some reason, her daughter had insisted that they stay away from one another while Bryan was home.
Harper wasn't usually cautious or discreet, which made her mother suspicious. And this morning, the girl had taken off for parts unknown before Carol had awakened, without saying where she was going. That was more typically Harper.
Harper was the wild one, a complete contrast to her brother. Bryan was mature and responsible and reliable. Why, just this morning he'd volunteered to do the week's grocery shopping. He'd seemed anxious to get out of the house--so eager that Carol wondered if she'd done something to upset him.
Maybe she'd have a talk with him when he got home. Right now, she was going to go up to Harper's room and see if she could find her daughter's two-headed dildo. If the girl was going to leave Carol hot and wanting for who knew how long, the least she could do was to lend her mother her fake cock. Fingers could only do so much. Carol needed something big and hard in her pussy.
Craig Taylor had been good for exactly one thing other than yard work. Sure, he was a louse, a run-around, fuck-around bastard. But he was a hell of a stud, with the cock of a horse and balls that never seemed to run dry. Having him in her bed every night to service all her horny desires had enabled Carol to live in denial of the irresistible power of her sexual urges for years. After all, there wasn't anything wrong or slutty about a lawfully-wedded woman wanting her husband to fuck her several times every day--was there?
Deprived of that ever-ready cock for only a few months, she'd started to lose her mind. She'd started remembering and obsessing over all the guys she'd opened her legs for before meeting Craig. She'd even looked one or two of them up. The school quarterback? Married with three kids, fifty pounds overweight, and working sixty hours a week at the used Chevy lot up on Route 12. Her prom date, the guy she'd lost her virginity to, was a county cop serving out a suspension for drunk-on-duty. He couldn't keep a boner long enough to cum in Carol's mouth.
Carol had to conclude that, weirdly enough, she'd picked the best of the batch. Craig was unfaithful, and he had the kind of problems with authority that landed him in trouble at his job too often, but he was an honest-to-God bull stud. Sexually, they were perfectly matched.
And Harper took after them both where her voracious sexual appetite was concerned. Her virginity probably hadn't survived until sundown on her eighteenth birthday. Who'd been the lucky stud? A guy at school, or one of her teachers? Corey Lawson, the son of their next-door neighbors Jill and Frank? Whoever it had been, once Harper had got started fucking there'd been no stopping her.
Her father hadn't been gone a month before she'd shocked Carol by putting the moves on her.
It started as just the two of them snuggling in bed watching TV, then kissing, then one night Harper was sucking Carol's boobs, cooing over how big and beautiful they were, then kissing down her belly, and then, and then...
Harper had seduced her own mother. And Carol had loved every second of it. Nonetheless, she'd insisted in a dutiful parental fashion that what they were doing was wrong.
"Goddamn, Mom, you must've grown up in a cave," Harper had sneered. "There's nothing wrong with fucking. It feels great, doesn't it? Why shouldn't we make each other feel great? Especially since Dad's a dickhead who didn't appreciate you. Now come on and spread those pretty legs again. Let's sixty-nine."
Remembering her first few suck sessions with Harper ratcheted Carol's morning lust up another few notches.
Time to find that damned dildo.
A sudden sharp noise from outside stopped her in her tracks--a fox's cry? Not at this time of day. No, it was a woman's throaty laughter. It came from the Lawsons' backyard.
Carol stood stock still and listened. Another laugh, this time a male voice. Seized by curiosity, she opened the sliding door onto her screened-in back porch and stepped outside. Between the slats of the privacy fence that separated their two yards, she could see people moving on the Lawsons' deck. Sound carried pretty well across the manicured lawns of this quiet neighborhood. She recognized Jill's voice.
"Where's Wyatt? You guys said there'd be three of you today."
Male laughter, again. "Jeez, Mrs. Lawson, ain't me and Kevin enough for right now? Don't worry about Wyatt. He ain't gonna miss this party."
"Hope not," Jill replied, her voice oddly muffled.
Carol wished she could see over the privacy fence. Looking around, she got an idea. She slid the box-crate coffee table across the porch to the window as quietly as she could. She kicked off her slippers and climbed up to stand on the table. Now she had a perfect view of the Lawsons' entire backyard. She only hoped that, in the bright morning light, Jill and her visitors couldn't see clearly into the porch through the screen mesh.
Not that Jill would have been paying attention to her neighbor's house. Not when she had her hands wrapped around two of the biggest cocks that Carol had ever seen.
"Jesus Christ," Carol whispered to herself. Thirty feet away, Jill Lawson crouched barefoot on the balls of her feet on the stained wood of her deck, wearing only a pale pink bikini that barely held her enormous tits in place. Her naturally fair skin was already deeply tanned for so early in the season and gleamed in the sunlight from a fresh application of baby oil.
Two naked guys stood over her, one on each side. They were both tall and heavily muscled. Carol recognized them as Kevin Miller and Jason Cannon, senior-year players for the football team at the high school where Jill taught English. Their cocks thrust out proudly a few inches from either side of her face, both of them wet with spit and pre-cum. Jill slipped her well-oiled hands back and forth along the length of their pricks, a lewd grin on her face.
Turning to Kevin, she stuck out her tongue and trailed it along the underside of his cock from base to tip. More clear liquid drooled down the groove in the underside of his glans. She licked it up hungrily, then turned to Jason. After darting her tongue out to catch a drop of pre-cum from his cock-slit she licked his helmet all over, paused for a moment, and pushed her head forward to swallow his entire prick. Her control was amazing--she never once paused for breath or choked, just smoothly inhaled that great joint of fuck-meat, her cheeks puffing and hollowing like a bellows, until her lush lips touched his groin. Carol could see his pubic hair quiver as she exhaled slowly through her nose.
"Yeah, suck me," Jason groaned. "Man, how can you even do that?" He instinctively worked his hips in and out of Jill's mouth, an inch or two of his soaking cock appearing and then disappearing again on every stroke.
