Here it is, the second part of Tales Of Lustville. It's been sitting for over a year, untouched, so I figured, what the hell, let's post it and see if it gets a better reaction than part one.
While there is an incest theme. there's a love story too. Give it a read, and let me know what you think.
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More Tales Of Lustville
Playin' With The Big Boys
Chapter One
Closer Than You Think
Sarah West lay propped up on her bed, a stack of pillows behind her back. She was watching her favorite porn flick, a compilation of old John Holmes films that she had collected over the years. She had spent many happy hours searching the internet for the best quality copies she could find.
Just a few weeks shy of thirty-six, Sarah looked like she was in her late twenties. Her short brown hair was plastered to her forehead, and her firm, round thirty-five DD-cup tits were soaked with sweat as she writhed on the bed. The muscles in her long, shapely legs tensed up as she humped her girlish ass up higher, arching her pussy up at her probing fingers.
No one believed that she had a teenaged son about to graduate from high school. She was glad that she looked so much younger than she actually was. She knew it was because she was free to spend all her time exercising and playing with herself. Her husband had made her a wealthy woman when he died suddenly two years ago. She had actually been happy for him when she found out that he had had a massive heart attack while fucking his secretary. She liked the idea that he'd been having a good time when he went.
Her late husband had loved watching porn while they fucked, and Sarah hadn't had the heart to tell him that she fantasized about the huge cocks in the movies pounding her pussy into a pulp while he humped his average sized dick into her once or twice a week. She also didn't tell him that she watched his porno's every day while he was at work, making herself cum for hour after happy hour as she dreamed of taking those huge cocks into every one of her eager holes over and over.
George had loved the hairy pussies of the actresses in the old movies, and would never let her shave her own abundant bush. But Sarah loved the way the starlets in the newer movies kept their cunts shaved bare. She had her own bush trimmed back to just a tiny vee now, the lips of her pretty pussy bare as a babies bottom. She loved the way her pussy juices made the soft, smooth skin feel so slick and slippery, so she waxed religiously at least once a week.
She got many offers for sex, every man in the neighborhood had hit on her at one time or another. But she wasn't ready to date yet, she was happy with her fantasies and her toys. Besides, she knew from their wives what kinds of cocks they had. She wanted her first fuck after George to be with a huge, hanging horsecock that would choke her when she sucked on it, and rip her hungry little cunt to shreds.
"Fuck her, Johnny!" She grunted. "Shove that fat fucking cock in that little whore's cunt and show her what it's like to get fucked by a REAL cock!"
Her legs spread wider, her feet coming up, tucking in under the cheeks of her tight round ass as she pounded three fingers of one hand frantically in and out of her sopping wet cunt chute, the fingers of her other hand flashing over the stiff nubbin of her clit.
"Oooooohhhh. You're gonna cum, aren't you Johnny?" She whimpered, watching as the actor threw his head back, his face working in an exaggerated expression of passion. She thought it was so hot when he did that, and she felt a flood of girl cum pour out around her pistoning fingers. "Shoot it on her face! Pull it out and paste that bitch's face, Johnny!"
She started to cum as Holmes wrapped his hand around the root of his fourteen-inch cock, letting it fall from the stretched out hole of the young whore he was fucking. Her eyes never left the screen as he crawled up over his partner, laying his massive member over her face, stroking it lazily as he pumped his load out over her cheeks and chin, moving it around before centering it over her open mouth and jerking the rest of his steaming man chowder out onto her tongue.
"Yeah, cum in her fucking mouth, Johnny. Feed that bitch your hot fucking cum you big dicked bastard." She closed her eyes, her head rocking back and forth, her own mouth open, her tongue flashing all around as she imagined that it was her that he was drooling his sticky jizz on. She purred happily as she milked off her orgasm, her mind filled with images of enormous cocks spraying thick wads of spunk all over her face, milking it out into her mouth as she sucked on the huge, throbbing heads.
Outside her bedroom, her teenage son Bradley stood watching her through the partially open door. He knew that she masturbated every day at about the same time, so he made it a point of announcing that he was going out, giving her half an hour or so to get started, then coming back and watching her play with herself while he jerked off, fantasizing about fucking her while he watched her pleasure herself.
He was jerking off right now, and was glad that she was making so much noise. He loved listening to her, and it would cover the sounds he would make when he shot his own wad. His hand was flying over his huge cock, and he could feel his balls tightening up as his fist pounded up and down over the length of his throbbing cockshaft.
He grunted deep in his throat, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could watch her. He felt his jizz burst from his balls, rushing up the pulsing pole of his prickshaft, erupting from his piss hole in jet after jet of steaming spunk.
Brad turned slightly, moving so his cock was pointed almost head on at the video camera as his fist stroked frantically up and down over the length of his humongous horse cock. Huge wads of jizz sprayed out into the towel he held in his other hand, soaking it as he dumped load after sticky load into it.
Leaning against the doorframe, he smacked his cockknob into the gooey puddle of jizz in the towel, throwing his head back, groaning as he stroked the sloppy mess along the underside of his swollen cockshaft. He eased down, milking out the last of his load into the towel, holding his cock so the camera caught the full length of it laid out on the dark blue towel. The long pink shaft of his cock continued to quiver and jerk as he moved his hand off of it, the fat knob swollen to the size of a small apple.
Panting for breath, he turned back, watching his mother cumming while she watched her porno's, her fingers pumping madly in and out of her juiced soaked cunt slit. He moved back from the door quietly, picked up the camera on its tripod, and crept quietly down the hall to his bedroom.
Sarah pointed the remote at the media player, scrolling through the list of new videos she had found. She stopped when she saw the picture of a huge cock standing up stiffly, held by a fist. She highlighted it and hit play, gasping as the video started.
The screen filled with the image of a cock laying limply across a firm, well-muscled thigh. She stared as the video faded to a view from between his legs, showing the hairy sac of balls hanging under the limp length of cock meat. She guessed that the huge cock had to be over seven inches long soft.
