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The Loves And Lays Of Lusty Louise: Volume Three
Copyright © 2016 Alicia Stranger
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"Where's breakfast?" asked Pete. "I'm so hungry I could eat the northbound end of a southbound skunk!"
"Here it is and eat hearty!" said Bill as he placed heaping platters of bacon eggs and home fries in front of his famished guests. "We've got a strenuous day of fucking ahead. We'll need plenty of strength!"
"Great!" said Sue. "But how are we going to choose partners? By lot?"
"Why bother? We'll just take turns."
"Sounds good to me" grinned Louise. "Will Enoch and Daisy be joining us?"
"I believe so" Bill said. "If I know that old curmudgeon he was up with the first light of dawn. The smell of this food will get him up here before too long. He has an appetite you won't believe! I'd better cook up some flapjacks."
"Let me give you a hand," said Sue. "I know an old family recipe."
This puzzled Bill. He had never known Sue to be the slightest bit interested in the culinary arts. She wasn't the domestic type. But with a shrug he motioned her over to the pantry which was around the corner from the cottage dining area.
When they were out of sight of Pete and Louise Sue threw her arms around Bill's neck and pressed her lips to his in a passionate open mouthed kiss. One of her hands slipped below the waistband of his trousers and began to fondle the cheeks of his ass. Bill was shocked to detect the stirrings of another hard on down in his crotch.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped. "Sue, I enjoy fucking and sucking as much as you do. But let's finish breakfast first!"
"That's just what I intend to do" she cooed. "I said I'd give you a hand and that's exactly what I meant. A hand job that is! I've been waiting to get my fist around that gorgeous hunk of meat you carry!" Her hot breath on his neck excited him all the more. Boldly she began to tug at his belt.
Much as he relished libidinous exercise, Bill wasn't sure he was ready to be seduced on an empty stomach, even by this brazen little minx.
"Sue!" he whispered. "Cut it out! Can't this wait?"
"You still don't catch on do you?" she purred nibbling at one of his ear lobes. "I wasn't kidding about that recipe. Get out the eggs and the buckwheat flour and we'll make those flapjacks!"
Sue had managed to unhook his belt and unzip his fly and he felt a little silly standing there in the pantry with his reddening prick hanging out, but he did as he was told. He still couldn't figure out what her game was. Hastily he began to mix the ingredients in a large earthenware bowl. He knew his sister-in-law was sexually aroused. She couldn't take her eyes off his dangling prick.
After Bill had mixed the batter for a few minutes, Sue placed a hand on his arm. "Hold it right there," she said. "There's something we have to add before we can put them on the griddle!" And before the startled Bill could protest she seized his pendulous member and began to massage it vigorously.
"This will do wonders for the flavor and texture of those pancakes," she said grinning from ear to ear. "Do you know what I'm talking about? I'm going to make you come right into the batter!"
Bill couldn't believe it. He'd met some horny perverted broads before but this Sue was something else. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for kicks! But in spite of his shock and astonishment her pumping hand was having a definite effect. He had raised a mother of a hard on and the little bitch was jerking away at it with one hand while holding the mixing bowl ready in the other!
"What a magnificent prick you have," she murmured. "I've always admired it. It's every bit as nice as your brother's. I love to hold it in my hand. How does it feel, lover boy?"
Bill grunted a reply. He wasn't going to ask her to stop now. No way! He was wheezing and panting with excitement Sue was an expert at jerking a guy off and she knew it. She was giggling with the mischievous merriment that was her trademark.
"Ooh, baby," she chortled. "It's a hot one! I'd love to pop it into my mouth but I'm afraid if I did I just wouldn't be able to resist swallowing your warm creamy come. No, this morning we're going to share it with everyone!"
Bill leaned back against the counter in an attitude of total surrender thrusting his pelvis out before him. He still couldn't believe that she was actually serious about this bizarre scheme. But her clutching, tugging, grasping, stroking, pumping, pulling, jerking hand was driving him wild. However it ended this was going to be an experience he wouldn't soon forget.
The rock-hard column of flesh in her fist was turning purple but the frolicsome Sue just shook it more vigorously than ever. It was so hot she was afraid it would blister her palm but she didn't even consider relaxing her grip. Just the idea of what she was doing caused her pussy to quiver and moisten. She was confident that there would be plenty of hard hot cock to fill it before the day was over. She had another purpose in mind for the straining phallus she was manipulating so energetically.
At last Bill could stand it no longer. With a low groan of animal pleasure he came with a vengeance, his cock spewing great blobs of pungent, pasty-looking sperm. Her eyes agleam, Sue held the gushing organ right in front of the mixing bowl, and Bill gasped with horror and disbelief as each ejaculation rocketed straight into the mass of thick, sticky buckwheat batter. Sue kept pumping for all she was worth, determined not to waste a single drop. At last Bill's huge red hairy balls stopped twitching. They were completely drained.
Dropping the now-flaccid tool, Sue grabbed the wooden spoon bill had been using and started to stir the contents of the bowl laboriously.
"This batter will make us a batch of flapjacks no one will ever forget!" she chuckled. "Hope you enjoyed that little groin pull, Bill. Massaging that big cock of yours was loads of fun!"
"You've got an educated hand, and that's for sure," Bill wheezed. "That was masterful masturbation."
"Well, I've had plenty of practice. Oh, by the way, Bill, let's keep all this just our own little secret. We'll let Pete and Louise enjoy the pancakes without their knowing what ingredients went into them." Sue began to pour spoonfuls of the well-mixed batter onto Bill's preheated griddle.
Bill grinned. Well, why not? A good practical joke never hurt anyone. Leave it to Sue to liven things up! Zipping his trousers, he strolled back out to the table.