Shannon Bradley was raking the yard, looking delicious in a tight pair of white shorts that cut high on her marvelous ass to leave two juicy curves of her buns rippling in full view.
The bright-red T-shirt wrapped her bodice like a candy slicker and pulled in almost lewdly on her full, round tits.
Shannon packed a fine 36C-24-36 onto a five-foot-three-inch frame beautifully and sexily. She was one stunning eighteen-year-old.
Her darling, pretty heart-shaped face was framed by long sandy hair. Her green eyes sparkled like lake water in the sun, and her sweet little lips always seemed to be in a pouting pucker.
Shannon knew Mr. Martin was gawking at her from his yard next door. He stood watering in a pair of blue shorts, his eyes glazing over Shannon's bold loveliness. Shannon didn't mind. Mr. Martin had been looking hotly at her for four years. She rather liked his lewd, gaping stares at her fine body.
Shannon lived alone with her mother, Anne. Her father had left them three years before - just disappeared, left Anne holding the bag for house payments and huge debts that he had racked up.
Anne had gone back to work as a secretary to try and make ends meet, not exactly what she had planned for her life at forty-seven. But she had to do what she had to do.
Shannon went to Hastings High School down the block and worked babysitting jobs in the evening whenever she could get the work. She had just started babysitting, preferring the easy, quiet work compared to her previous jobs at several fast-food outlets.
Anne sometimes didn't know how they would make it. She had barely made a dent in the debts her husband had left her, and Shannon used her earnings to support herself, buy clothes for school, books and supplies.
So, life wasn't easy for the two ladies.
Mr. Martin, on the other hand, was a bachelor in his late forties. He had been a stockbroker and made quite a bit of money before he had quit to play the market full-time on his own. So, most days he was in his office in his nice, sprawling house, on the phone, making moves in the stock market. When he wasn't doing that, he puttered around the yard, hoping for a glimpse of the lovely girl next door ... sweet, pretty, sexy Shannon.
Shannon looked up and saw him staring. She turned around, bent over her rake and let him have a good look at her round, firm ass.
Anne kept a tight rein on Shannon, and Mr. Martin knew it. He had thought of different ways to approach her, but had always discarded them, frightened off because she was too young. But now that she had turned eighteen, things were different.
He didn't know exactly how to go about making a move on her, but Shannon was aware that he liked her, and she thought maybe someday he might say something other than hello to her.
He moved closer to the fence that separated them.
"Hi, Shannon," he said.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Martin. How are you today?"
"Fine."
"You sure look nice today," he said.
"Oh, really? Gee, just my old shorts and T-shirt," Shannon said, smiling cutely.
Silence for a moment.
Then Mr. Martin said: "I was wondering, Shannon, if you'd pose for some pictures for me."
"Huh, Mr. Martin?"
"Pose for some sexy pictures for me."
"Gee ... ah, why, sir?"
"I think it would be fun, and I ... ah, well, exciting, too."
"No, I better not do somethin' like that, Mr. Martin."
"I'll pay you real well."
"Pay me?"
"Sure. How's a hundred dollars?"
"Wow! Huh?"
"What about it? Wanna?"
"Gee, I'd have to ask my mom, Mr. Martin."
His heart sank. "Would you really have to?"
"Sure, I mean I ... "
"Well, I'll pay her too, if she'll let you pose for me."
Mr. Martin's heart was pounding. His cock thumped in his shorts. He was also frightened about Anne's possible reaction.
"I'll ask her when she comes home this evening," Shannon said.
"Okay, let me know, will you?"
That evening, Shannon sat across the dinner table from her mom.
"Mr. Martin next door wants to take pictures of me, Mom."
"What?" said her pretty mother, who for her age had kept trim and still looked good, with pendulous tits and a thin waist.
"Sexy pictures."
"Well, the nerve of that man!" Anne snapped.
"He said he'd pay both of us if we'd let him take some pictures."
"Pay?"
"Yes ... he said he'd pay a hundred, I guess to both of us."
"Absolutely not. What kind of pictures?"
"He said sexy ones."
"What's he want with pictures of you, Shannon?"
"I dunno, Mom."
"Well, no way. I'll have a few words with him, too."
"Why not, Mom? We could use the money. It's a lot of money. And what could some sexy pictures hurt?"
"It's just the idea of it."
"But the money, Mom."
"Well, a hundred dollars is attractive. He did say he'd pay that much?"
"Yes."
"And you wouldn't mind doing some pictures for him?" Anne asked.
"Naw, it might be fun and stuff."
"Mmmm, well, let me think about it for a. while, okay?"
"Sure, Mom, but that's a lot of money to turn down. I'd have to do a lot of babysitting for that kind of cash."
"Well, perhaps. I mean, I'd have to find out what he has on his mind."
"Why don't you call him," Shannon suggested.
Anne dialed Mr. Martin on the phone. "My daughter has informed me of your interest in some pictures of her?"
"Yes," Dave said nervously.
"This is a very unusual request."
"Well, ah ... Shannon's a very beautiful young lady."
"I know that," she said.
"She seems interested."
"What kind of pictures?"
"Well, Mrs. Bradley, I had in mind some sexy lingerie poses, some skirt and sweater, that kind of thing."
"And you're going to pay?"
"Yes."
"A hundred dollars for these photos?"
"Yes."
"And they won't be too lewd or anything?"
"I'll leave most of it up to Shannon."
"Well," Anne said, "perhaps we can do it. Tomorrow, after I get home from work?"
"That would be terrific!"
"Okay, come over then," Anne said.
"Could I have Shannon's measurements? I'd like to purchase some clothes for her."
After Anne hung up, Shannon went to her room. She was excited by the offer, by the money. Now maybe she could go to college in the fall, if she could up the price for future photo sessions.
She wanted to make something of herself in life, but time and lack of money had been standing in her way for so long now. She was determined to be a good and willing model for Mr. Martin.
CHAPTER TWO
The next evening, Mr. Martin arrived after Anne had returned from her job. She wore a bright, sexy, red dress, her blonde hair was short. She had thick make-up on, eye shadow, red lipstick, and she wore hose set off by red high heels. She was an older, more mature reflection of her beautiful young daughter.
Mr. Martin got right down to business. He pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Anne. She peered inside and brought out a crisp, new hundred-dollar bill.
She seemed impressed.
"This is most unusual," she said.
"Why?" Mr. Martin challenged.
"Just is. I've never heard of anything like this."
"Perhaps you've led too provincial a life, Mrs. Bradley."
"Maybe I have, if there's money ... " She cut herself short.
"To be made so easily?" Mr. Martin said, finishing the sentence for her.
"Maybe."
Shannon appeared, walking into the living room in a tight black mini and pink high heels. She wore a pink sweater that enhanced the proud push of her big round tits.
Mr. Martin handed her a box of lingerie.
"Would you first wear the black garter belt, the dark hose, the black bra, and the little black panties?" he asked.
"Should I wear my skirt and sweater, too?" Shannon asked.
"To begin with," Mr. Martin smiled.
Anne fixed drinks and they waited for Shannon to dress.
She reappeared. Her sandy-blonde hair was curled around her beautiful face, and came down so it touched her shoulders. Her lips were bright red, and her cheeks were blushed deep pink. She wore white high heels.
Mr. Martin proceeded to take sexy pictures of her in skirt and sweater, the skirt up on several occasions. Then they progressed to panties and bra, garter belt and nylons, and finally Mr. Martin asked Shannon to take her panties off.
Shannon tugged them down on her thighs to reveal a thick patch of brown pussy hair.
"I don't know about this," Anne said.
"It's okay, Mom," Shannon reassured her, rather liking the fact she could show off her pussy.
Shannon posed sexily in a big stuffed chair, her legs set apart, her big tits out over the top of her bra, her panties down past her pussy.
Mr. Martin got several sexy shots of her, then asked her to put on the black merry widow he had purchased. When she reappeared, Shannon looked gorgeous in the tight, body-hugging widow. The garter straps were tight to the nylons, the bra cups pushed up her fabulous tits, and she wore no panties, preferring to let Mr. Martin have dibs on good hot shots of her pussy.
This he eagerly did, posing her standing, sitting, and then lying on the couch.
"Those are naughty poses," Anne warned.
"I feel naughty," Shannon smiled.
"Well, you better cool it down, Shannon," Anne said sternly.
"Perhaps you should give her a little spanking, Mrs. Bradley," Mr. Martin suggested. "I'll take a photo of it."
"Huh?" Anne said, amazed.
"Sure, and I'll pay a bit more, too."
"Yeah, gimme a little spankin', Mom!" Shannon urged.
After some hesitation and argument, Anne agreed to some spanking photos. Shannon lay over her lap in the black merry widow. Anne looked up at the camera, then down at Shannon's fabulous ass. She paddled it lightly.
"Like this?" Anne said.
"Yes!" Mr. Martin panted, his cock now hard as brick in his slacks.
Shannon lay over Anne's lap, her luscious teen curves rippling, her cute ass arched. Anne slapped her ass. Dave snapped a couple of pictures. His cock thumped in his slacks.
Dave put the camera down and approached the chair. Anne sat looking up, regal in her bright-red dress.
Shannon still lay across her lap in the black merry widow, the garter straps slashing into her lush ass. She looked back over her shoulder at Dave.
His prick bulged at his crotch. She could see the throbbing and thumping. He reached down to feel Shannon's bare ass.
"No touching!" Anne snapped.
"Just a pat," Dave whispered.
"No, I told you we'd do this my way."
"Aw, let him feel my butt, Mom," Shannon said. "It won't hurt nothin'."
"No!"
"Why not?" he said.
"Because ... no touching," Anne repeated.
"Let him go ahead and feel it, Mom."
"Well, if it's okay with you, I guess ... "
Dave reached out and caressed Shannon's fabulous young ass, his hand fanning the arched curve, the bald smoothness of her chubby ass cheeks.
"Nice," Dave whispered. "Very, very nice."
Shannon smiled.
His hand explored the girl's gorgeous buns, her tight, curved ass cheeks, his fingers pressing, pinching lovingly, his hand circling lightly.
Anne sat and watched his caressing intently. She glanced up from his patting hand to his cock bulge, saw it throb against his slacks.
"That's enough, you've fondled her enough now," Anne said firmly. "Get up, Shannon."
Shannon stood up, rising slowly, looking marvelous in the black merry widow which hugged her lovely, young body. The garter straps were tightly hooked to her dark nylons, and her gorgeous brown-haired pussy looked as delicious as a candy bar. Her big 36C tits set up round, high, proud, the little nipples erect and beautiful.
"May I kiss her?" Dave whispered.
"No!" Anne quickly replied.
"I'll pay more," Dave argued.
"Aw, let him kiss me once, Mom. It'd be fun."
"How much more you gonna pay?" Anne asked.
"Fifty dollars?" he suggested.
"Do you want to, Shannon?" Anne asked.
"Sure."
Dave took his wallet out and tossed it to the floor, then he pulled lovely Shannon against him and kissed her bright, wet, glistening red lips in a hot, slurping kiss.
His hands roamed the back of the elastic stretch of the merry widow. His cock thumped at Shannon. She felt the hard curve of the man's cock shaft bend against her, and a tingle of excitement went through her. Dave's hands settled onto the luxurious buns of her fine ass, he cupped the ass cheeks and pushed Shannon tighter against his bulging prick.
Their lips were wet, open, eager. Dave's tongue speared into Shannon's mouth. She nibbled it, swished her saliva with his, slapped her tongue on his lips.
Anne sat regally in the chair, like a queen watching every move, every moment of her sweet daughter kissing the passionate older man. She let them continue, said nothing about Dave's cupped, curved palms on Shannon's beautiful ass cheeks.
Shannon rolled her hips, pushed in and rubbed on Dave's big hard-on. This thrilled him. He shuddered and kissed her harder, pinched her ass tighter. He humped down so his cock pushed through his slacks at her young pussy.
"Okay, that's enough!" Anne barked.
Shannon and Dave broke their kiss, both out of breath, both trembling with excitement.
Dave brought his hand around in between them and cupped Shannon's pussy, rubbing, fingering. She pushed her cunt out to meet his sweet strokes.
"Hey! None of that now!" Anne yipped.
"Let him, Mom," Shannon argued.
"No."
"He'll pay more-won't you, sir?"
"Yes," Dave said, rubbing slowly between Shannon's legs.
"I don't care, I don't want him rubbing you down there!"
Dave's hand continued, his fingers threading the thick mats of brown cunt curls. Shannon's pussy sprinkled his fingertips with sweet cunt juice.
"I said stop!" Anne huffed.
"Take some more money out of my wallet," Mr. Martin said.
"Yeah, it's okay, Mom," Shannon whispered, looking up into Dave's handsome face.
Anne lifted the wallet from the floor and pulled out several bills.
Dave started fucking a finger in Shannon's cunt.
"Ooooh!" Shannon puffed, her lips in a wet, red O.
"All right, go ahead then-if it's okay with Shannon," Anne said, gazing at Dave's hand, watching him finger-fuck Shannon's creaming pussy.
Dave's prick thumped wildly in his slacks. A big gooey spot formed at his crotch where his prick tip kept oozing droplets of hot pre-cum in his shorts.
"I want you to feel my cock," Dave whispered to Shannon.
"She's not gonna do that!" Anne snapped.
Shannon trembled all over from the thrilling drilling of Dave's hot finger in her cunt.
Dave bent down and kissed Shannon's big round tits, sucked the sweet little nipples as his finger kept fucking her cunt.
Then he quickly dipped to his knees, still keeping his finger fucking in Shannon's pussy. He kissed and licked her creamy thighs above the nylon tops.
"You better not do what I think you're gonna do!" Anne warned.
"Take some more money," Dave whispered.
Then he plastered his mouth on Shannon's hot little pussy.
"Stop that!" Anne growled.
"Oh, Mom!" Shannon cried.
Dave's tongue wagged like a wild dog's tongue up and down Shannon's cunt slit, licking, tickling, sending ripples of delight through the young darling.
"Okay-stop right now!" Anne commanded.
"I don't want him to stop, Mom," Shannon sighed. "Let him do that."
Anne took some more money from the wallet.
"Are you sure, Shannon?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah!"
"Does it feel good, honey?" Anne said.
"Uh-huh ... yes!" Shannon cooed, looking down, watching Dave lick her cunt. "He's lickin' it, Mom!"
"I know, honey. You want him to stop now?"
"No, uh-uh! Let him go!" Shannon whimpered, rolling her luscious hips, pushing her pussy at Dave's lapping tongue.
He reached behind her and cupped her ass cheeks, then opened his mouth wide and sucked her cunt.
Anne was getting hot watching Dave suck on her daughter's lovely cunt. She slid up on the edge of the chair to get a better view of the cunt-lapping.
Dave slurped voraciously on Shannon's delicious cunt, sucking full-blast on the little muffin, chewing it lightly, nibbling, licking.
Then he found her clit and diddle-fucked it with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh, Mommmmmm!" Shannon yelped.
"Yes, honey?"
"Oh, jeeeeez!"
"Feel good, baby?"
"Ah, ohhhh, yessss!" Shannon cried.
Dave clutched her ass tighter, fucking his tongue into her pussy, sucking, tickling, until Shannon shuddered violently and quaked into a brilliant climax.
Shannon's face was wrinkled and crinkled with lines of ecstasy. She closed her eyes, turned her face toward the ceiling and let the good feeling flood through her body.
Dave kept licking, sucking, fucking at her cunt with his mouth and tongue, taking the young girl on a climactic ride to pleasure she had never thought possible.
Shannon stiffened, jerked forward at the waist, put her hands out and clutched Dave's shoulders for balance, as the tingles of delight kept zinging through her, kept her feeling good.
"Ah ah ah!" she huffed. "Ahhhhhhh!"
Shannon had never felt anything that had given her so much pure joy. She wanted her orgasm to last forever. She wanted to radiate with that tingling delight as long as she could. She wanted Dave to suck her into oblivion.
CHAPTER THREE
Dave stood up.
Anne still sat on the edge of the chair.
Shannon stood, still huffing and puffing from her fabulous climax, her mouth open.
Dave unzipped his fly and produced his stiff, drooling cock.
"Oh, my God!" Anne gasped. "Put that thing away!"
Shannon gasped, too. "Oh, gawwwwd!"
Mr. Martin's cock stuck out a full nine, hard, dripping inches. Shannon stared with wonder at the man's big prick.
Anne stared too, but she was adamant. "Put that thing back in your pants, Mr. Martin!"
"I thought maybe Shannon might want to play with it."
"Absolutely not!" Anne snapped.
"Whewww! Look at how long it is-and stiff," Shannon mumbled.
"It won't hurt if she plays with it a little," Dave said.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind, Mom," Shannon chirped.
"Well, I mean, are you sure, Shannon?" Anne asked.
Shannon reached out and curled her little hand around the throbbing prick stalk.
Anne had the wallet on the arm of the chair. She took another hundred-dollar bill from it.
"Oh, yeah!" Mr. Martin sighed as Shannon squeezed on his cock.
"Oooh, it's drippin' stuff, Mom," Shannon said.
"I know, honey. I can see it."
Dave reached out and fondled Shannon's big, round tits that set so deliciously atop of the merry widow.
Shannon pushed down on his prick, then let go. The man's big hard-on snapped back up and spewed out a blob of thick pre-cum that hit the merry widow.
"Ooops!" Shannon squealed.
She reached down and got hold of his prick again.
Dave used one hand to unbuckle his slacks, then pushed them down with his shorts so his cock was fully exposed, his big hairy balls hanging.
Shannon had let go of his cock so he could make this move, but she grabbed the cock stalk again quickly.
"What should I do with it?" she whispered.
"Suck it," Mr. Martin said.
Anne leaped from the chair and stood up.
"No!" she huffed.
Shannon squeezed his juicy prick. She looked down, fascinated. This was the first time she had ever seen a cock, and the sight of Dave's magnificent hard-on intrigued her.
"Suck it?" Shannon whispered.
"No, you're not going to-this has all gone far enough!" Anne said angrily.
"You can have more money," Dave said.
"I don't care ... my sweet daughter's not going to suck on that big ugly thing."
"I wouldn't mind doin' it once, Mom," Shannon said.
"See? She wants to," Mr. Martin argued.
"Well, I don't care," Anne hissed.
Shannon's hand was moving lightly on the shaft of Mr. Martin's prick, exploring, examining.
"Let her," Dave urged.
"Yeah, Mom, it's okay. I wanna try it."
"Oh, good grief!" Anne huffed.
But Shannon had already dipped to one knee in front of Mr. Martin. She pulled down on his cock and placed her bright-red lips on the man's frothing cocktip.
"Oh, my God!" Anne whispered.
"Oh, yes!" Mr. Martin sighed.
"I'm gonna take some more money then," Anne said.
"Please do," Dave agreed.
Shannon's sweet little mouth closed over the head of Mr. Martin's prick.
"Yes, yes, Shannon! Ohhhh, yes!" Mr. Martin sighed.
Shannon sucked on his prick, her sweetheart lips sealed around the massive cock shaft, her cheeks dimpled and caved in with suction.
"I can't believe I'm letting my little girl do that," Anne whispered, looking down, watching her daughter gulp and slurp on Mr. Martin's huge fucker.
Shannon looked beautiful there on one knee, kneeling before the man's pounding prick, holding it with one hand down at the base of the prick stalk, while her mouth surrounded and sucked.
Her head bobbed in and out. Her blonde curls swirled on her shoulders.
"Oh, suck it, Shannon! Suck it!" Mr. Martin rasped.
"Well, that's what she's doing," Anne said.
Dave reached out and slid a hand under Anne's red dress, pushing it up along her nylons, into her crotch. Her panties were soaking wet. He rubbed an open hand on the woman's cunt.
"Oh, now, come on," Anne whispered-but she made no move to stop Dave from rubbing her pussy through her sopping panties.
Shannon continued slurping her sweet lips in and out on Dave's long prick. Her mouth was like a dream-machine.
"Sweet cock-sucker!" Dave panted.
His hand rubbed harder on Anne's pussy.
"Oh, stop all this!" Anne moaned.
Dave reached down with his right hand, placed it into Shannon's blonde curls, felt her head bobbing in and out, grabbed a handful and held on. With his left hand, he dipped into Anne's panties and fingered into her wet pussy.
Shannon glanced up and saw that Mr. Martin had his hand under her mother's dress. She sucked as good as she knew how, watching how his hand and arm moved in and out almost in time with the movements of her lips on his prick.
Shannon pulled slowly back off Dave's prick, then kissed and licked on the tip of it.
"He's up under your dress, Mom," she whispered.
"I know, darling!" Anne panted. "I'm gonna make him stop all this!"
Dave had a hot finger in Anne's pussy. It had been so long since the older woman had been this hot, had felt such arousal, and she trembled all over with the wanton thrill of the moment.
"It's okay," Shannon said. "You need it, Mom."
Then the girl's darling lips plastered the bulging head of Dave's cock again, slurping, licking, kissing.
"Shannon!" Mr. Martin gulped. "Oh, Shannon!"
Mr. Martin's prick billowed in Shannon's hand. She knew something was up. His prick stalk throbbed in her grip. The piss slit started foaming, then gushing creamy cum.
Anne looked down, saw Mr. Martin's cock spilling jism on Shannon's red lips.
"Oh, no!" she gasped.
"Mom!" Shannon exclaimed. "He's ... he's shootin' stuff on my mouth!"
"Oh, I know, honey! Stop! Stop! Don't suck him anymore!"
But Anne herself was now beginning to cum. Dave's finger tickled her clit and gave her a ticket to the good feelings.
Shannon pulled back off Dave's cock, and she started jerking on his cock stalk, pumping out a blasting load of cum. She ducked her head to one side to avoid the splattering cock cream that spewed forth.
"Ah, shit!" Mr. Martin gulped. "I'm cumming!"
So was Anne. She trembled into a fabulous orgasm.
"Shannon!" she cried. "Shannon!"
Shannon jerked wildly on Mr. Martin's cum spurting prick.
"What, Mom? What?"
"He's fingering me!" Anne whimpered.
"I know, Mom!" Shannon cried, jacking on the man's cock, still pumping out his gushing load of cum cream.
"I'm cumming, too," he said weakly.
His finger kept fucking in and out of Anne's lovesick pussy.
She needed to cum. She let the tingling delight simmer through her cunt, let it delight her.
Dave's hot load of bubbling, spitting jizz flew over Shannon's shoulder, hit her shoulder, splattered her pretty tits.
"Yuk!" Shannon whispered.
Anne stood and shuddered.
Mr. Martin's hand and arm under her red dress made the bright material bob and swirl. Cunt juice dribbled down her thighs onto her nylons.
Shannon's hand was soaked with cum. She slicked it in and out on Dave's slippery prick, pulling, pushing, sloshing and slurping. She glanced up at her mom, saw the ecstasy etched on her lovely face. Then she looked back down at the cum-squirting cock.
"Jeeeeez, wow!" the girl gulped.
"Ohhh, uffff!" Anne mumbled.
Mr. Martin stood tingling with joyous pleasure as the rippling climax he was experiencing took him to a new level of excitement and lewd delight.
His finger still fucked in and out of Anne's pussy, and it had been so long since a man had finger-fucked her that Anne came again, gasping with a loud suck of breath.
"Ahhuff!"
Then she shook again all over.
Shannon looked up again, saw that Anne was climaxing.
"Whewww, you guys," the girl whispered.
Her hand was busy on Mr. Martin's splendid prick.
A hunk of bubbling cum hit Shannon on her pretty red lips. She flicked out her tongue and swiped some cum into her mouth.
"Ah, oh, mmm, mmmm!" Anne mumbled.
It was a tidal wave of passion, a shower of ecstasy that filled the room.
Shannon was more excited than she could ever remember being, and by the looks on her mother's and Mr. Martin's faces, they were enjoying this thrilling interlude just as much as she was.
CHAPTER FOUR
When it was all over, Shannon released Mr. Martin's cummy prick. He pulled his gooey, dripping hand out of Anne's panties. Anne fell back in the chair and leaned against the cushion. Shannon stayed on one knee.
"That was fabulous!" Mr. Martin whispered.
"I got stuff on me," Shannon said.
Anne slid forward. "Here, wipe it off on the hem of my dress."
Shannon took the bottom of the red dress and dried her cummy mouth, then wiped up the big hunks of jizz that clung to her tits.
Mr. Martin's cock was still stiff. A big string of cum hung from the tip, wiggly and gooey.
Mr. Martin kicked off his slacks and shorts, then pushed off his sandals. He wore no socks. Now he stood daringly naked before the two excited females. His prick stuck out a full-blast nine inches, long, splendidly smooth, curved upward slightly at the end.
He reached down and pulled Shannon from the floor. He kissed her glossy red lips. His hands once again fanned her darling young ass. His big cock slapped at the black merry widow.
"Okay, I think we've done enough," Anne said.
Shannon was still excited. She had never felt such a buzzing thrill as she'd felt since Mr. Martin had begun with his tantalizing caress of her round, plumpette ass.
She loved the feel of his cock pounding at her like a hammer, throbbing and pulsing.
He broke the kiss and said softly: "Let's fuck, Shannon."
Then he fisted his enormous prick, set his feet wide apart, bent his knees and humped way down so the tip of his cock was leveled at Shannon's pussy. His big balls hung low.
"Uh-uh! I draw the line there!" Anne said sternly.
"Just a little fucking," Mr. Martin argued.
"No way! Not with my daughter!"
"I think she'd like to," Dave said.
"I don't care," Anne huffed.
"I've never done it," Shannon added, pouting.
"We've gone way too far with this as it is," Anne admonished.
"I'd certainly pay more," Mr. Martin said, his hands out, cupping Shannon's fabulous tits ... so ripe, round, firm, full ... beautiful teenette tits with little pointed pink nipples.
"I don't care," Anne said.
"I'd really like to try it," Shannon said.
"See, she wants to, don't you, Shannon?" Mr. Martin said.
"I wouldn't mind."
"And I'll pay more," he said.
"Shannon, I don't think this is a good idea!" Anne warned.
"He's gonna pay us, though," the girl countered.
"Indeed I will," Mr. Martin said.
"I dunno," Anne said uneasily.
Mr. Martin had moved in on Shannon. The drooling tip of his huge prick was only two inches from her furry cunt muff.
Shannon eyed the man's thumping prick, then looked at her mother.
"Why not?" the girl asked.
"Take the rest of my money!" Mr. Martin panted.
"Are you sure, Shannon?" Anne said.
Mr. Martin was rubbing the tip of his prick up and down the slit of Shannon's pussy.
"Mmmm, yeah!" Shannon said dreamily.
Mr. Martin slugged two inches of cock into Shannon's cunt.
"Well, I guess if you're gonna fuck, you'd best do it so your mom can be on hand, see to it that ... oh, my ... he's in there, Shannon!"
"I know, Mom!"
"Oh, yes, yes!" Mr. Martin gulped.
"Jeepers!" Shannon huffed.
"Goodness!" Anne whispered, watching the long prick lodged in her daughter's tight little pussy.
Mr. Martin was humped way down. He rocked back and forth, giving Shannon two more inches of his delightful cock lance. He sawed back and forth, fucking in and out.
"Oh, my God!" Anne whispered.
Shannon tucked her chin against her collarbone, looked down and saw the slide of Mr. Martin's big prick as he slugged it to her.
"Oooooeeee!" the girl whimpered.
"We're fucking," Mr. Martin remarked.
"Fuckin'," Shannon repeated.
"Goodness, Shannon, goodness!" Anne marveled.
Mr. Martin had his hands on Shannon's hips. She swung her arms around his shoulders. They stood in a fucker's pose, in a sexy, seductive, stand-up fuck.
"Mmmm, that's good," Mr. Martin said.
"I know," Shannon answered.
"Is it, honey? Does it feel good?" Anne asked.
"Yeahhh, fuckin' A," Shannon whispered.
"I don't believe this is happening!" Anne huffed.
And once again, the woman had slid out and sat on the edge of the chair, observing, watching Mr. Martin's long, bending prick slide into Shannon's sweet cunt.
"Oh, Shannon, darling!" Mr. Martin exclaimed.
"Phewww, jeez!" Shannon responded.
"Are you okay, darling?" Anne asked.
"Yes, yes!" Shannon said.
"He's really doin' it to you!"
"I know, Mom. He's fuckin' me!"
"Oh, honey. You want him to stop?"
"No. Nooooo! It feels good, Mom!"
"Does it, baby?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Doesn't it, Mr. Martin?"
"Feels real good, Shannon. The best."
Shannon moved in and out to meet Mr. Martin's slow, slurping fuck-strokes. Anne watched. Shannon watched. He slid his hands behind her and cupped her ass.
Her tits bobbled.
"Oh, jeeeeez, ahhhh, hey! Shit!" Shannon babbled.
"I love this!" Mr. Martin panted.
"I can't believe I'm letting him fuck you," Anne whispered.
"He is. He's fucking me, Mom."
"Should I stop him?"
"No, nooo!"
"Fuck then, if that's what you want, Shannon," Anne said irritably.
"I wanna! I'm fuckin'!" Shannon cried.
Mr. Martin rocked back and forth. He shoved her two more inches, slugged in a full six inches of cock meat, and Shannon huffed out a panting gulp of passion.
"How's it feel in there?" Anne asked.
"Oh, really good, Mom!" Shannon gasped.
Anne's dress was high on her nyloned thighs. She stood up.
Mr. Martin immediately ran a hand under the woman's dress, found her sopping panties, then dipped into them. He fucked a finger into her pussy.
"Ahhh!" Anne sighed.
"He's in your panties, huh, Mom?"
"Yes, dear."
Now the three of them were caught once again in the thrilling ecstasy of their act. They stood close, they felt good. They all trembled and shuddered.
"Fuckin's good," Shannon mumbled.
"Soooo good!" Mr. Martin echoed.
"Fucking like that ... oh, my!" Anne exclaimed.
"Fuck me, Mr. Martin!" Shannon yelped.
"Finger me!" Anne added.
"Girls," Mr. Martin panted.
"He's really fuckin' me now, Mom!"
"I know, honey ... I can see it!"
Mr. Martin humped harder, faster, fucking his prick in and out of Shannon's pussy, while his finger did the same to Anne's itching cunt.
"You okay, Shannon?" Anne asked.
"Oh, yessss!"
"Shit!" Anne barked.
"I'm gonna cum again!" Shannon yelled.
"Oh, honey, are you?"
"Ah uh ah ... here it comes!"
Mr. Martin fucked harder, faster.
His cock bulged in Shannon's pussy.
"He's big and hard in my cunny, Mom!" Shannon babbled. "And I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... I'm cummin'!"
Shannon shuddered violently.
Mr. Martin's prick unleashed a stream of hot jism that splashed into her young cunt with a jetting force. His finger diddled Anne's pussy, and she came with them.
"Cumming!" Mr. Martin gasped.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!" Shannon huffed.
Then the three shivered into beautiful orgasms, their bodies overwhelmed with the hot sensations.
"Feeelin' goooood!" Shannon babbled.
"Go on, feel it, get it-let's all get it!" Mr. Martin urged.
And that was what they did. They all got it, felt the fabulous feel of climax.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anne staggered back. Dave's hand slipped out of her panties.
She fell into the chair, shuffling, shaking, shuddering with climax.
Dave finished off his fuck with Shannon by shoving her all of his huge cock, letting it shoot out the final spurt of his cum-load.
Little Shannon hung on, gripping tightly around his shoulders, riding her orgasm to the full-blast pleasure that she loved so much ... cumming.
"Soooo good!" Shannon cried.
And when they finally finished fucking, when it was all over, Shannon pulled away and Anne got up.
Dave's billfold was empty.
Anne had taken over two thousand dollars.
Shannon couldn't wait to count the money. She excused herself to go take a shower.
She let the warm water drizzle across her back, all over her. She was still glowing from her very first fuck. She got out, combed her wet hair so it was flat on her head, parted it in the middle, wrapped a towel around her and started to her room.
Voices from the living room stopped her.
She peered down over the banister.
Mr. Martin was on his knees in front of Anne. His prick was hard again, all swollen and bloated from so much action. His cock wagged and wobbled from side to side.
Anne sat looking at his hard-on with admiration.
Dave lifted her red dress, slid his hands along her thighs. Her pink panties were sopping wet. He fingered into the crotch, then thumbed them and pulled them down her trim, mature legs.
"I don't know," Anne whispered.
Shannon thought to herself: I think he's gonna fuck Mom now.
Mr. Martin got Mrs. Bradley's pink panties off and tossed them to the floor in a wet, pink pile.
He moved in between her legs, which were spread wide apart, the knees cocked outward. He fisted his cock, rubbed the fizzing tip on Anne's thighs above her nylons, then he punched his big, thick prick into her spongy-slick pussy.
"Ah, ifffff, shhh!" Anne hissed.
"Oh, Mrs. Bradley!" Dave whispered.
He started a slow fuck-stroke, slicking his surging prick in and out of her fluttering cunt in long, gooey strokes, slurping push-pumps.
Anne slid farther down in the chair. Dave rocked in and out on his knees, his lusty prick fucking in and out of her cunt with loud frothing sounds.
Shannon dropped the towel and rubbed her own pussy as she watched the guy fucking her mother. Then she decided to go downstairs.
She walked down the stairs nude, walking right up to the chair.
"Oh, Shannon!" her mother squeaked.
"He's fuckin' you, Mom."
"I know, honey. I couldn't help it. I just got so hot!"
"That's okay, Mom. You need it."
"Oh, yes! Yes, I do, darling!"
She squirmed in the chair. Shannon stood over them, her pussy spritzing, her eyes fastened to the glide of Mr. Martin's huge prick as it fucked in and out of Anne's cunt.
"Oh, gosh, Mom! He's really doin' it to you!"
"I know, sweetheart. Oh, I know!"
"Does it feel good, Mom?"
"Yes, baby, yes!"
"Fuck her, Mr. Martin!" Shannon urged. "Fuck Mom good!"
"I am! I will! I want to!"
Anne leaned back, splayed out on the chair now, legs wide open. Mr. Martin's prick looked like a glue-covered iron bar as it stabbed in and out.
She shivered with delight.
Shannon moved closer. Her pussy was on fire.
Mr. Martin reached around behind her and cuddled his hand on her bare ass.
Shannon pushed in. He pulled her closer. His tongue slurped out and lapped into her delicious cunt gash.
"Ahhhh, shiiit!" Shannon cried.
"Oh, God!" Anne exclaimed.
"He's lickin' my cunny again, Mom!"
"I see," Anne said. "And he's fucking me."
Mr. Martin's cock fucked in and out of Anne's slippery cunt. His tongue slapped at Shannon's cunt, licking up and down the slit, wiggling in a piping hot spin at her clit.
"Mmmmm!" Shannon murmured, tingles of ecstasy shooting through her as though someone had pricked her with a thousand pins.
"Fuck it!" Anne cried.
"Suck it!" Shannon cried.
"Fuck and suck!" Anne yelped.
"Yeah, fuck Mom and suck me!" Shannon whimpered, rolling her hips, pushing her pussy into Mr. Martin's face.
The sounds of sex filled the room. Hot slurping prick-strokes, wild slobbering tongue-licks. His cock smashed and slugged deeper into Anne's slurping pussy.
Anne lifted her ass off the edge of the chair and pumped her hips slowly, rolled them salaciously at Mr. Martin's jabbing prick.
Shannon reached down and ran her hands into Mr. Martin's hair, her red nails spreading out. She grabbed two handfuls, then pulled his face tightly to her pussy and undulated in a sizzling bump-and-grind on his face.
"Shannon, that's obscene," Anne said.
"Well, what about you, Mom? Look at the way you're all spread out and layin' on that chair and stuff."
"Oh, honey!" Anne whined. "I haven't been fucked in so long!"
Shannon's pussy twittered. Her clit fluttered. Mr. Martin's tongue tickled in a simmering, intoxicating swirl, making the young girl frantic with desire. All the time he chewed and licked at her cunt, he kept fucking his cock in and out of Anne's slurpy pussy.
"I'm gonna cum!" Shannon shouted, grinding her cunt harder at Dave's mouth.
"Oh, honey ... are you?" Anne yelped.
"Yeah!"
"Mmmmm-mmmm!" Mr. Martin hummed, eating with a frenzy at her sweet pussy.
Her body smoldered with the boiling frenzy of breathtaking pleasure.
Her pussy sprinkled Mr. Martin's mouth with a sousing spray of cunt juice. Her tingling pussy shivered. The joy she felt as she came made her want to scream with delight.
Mr. Martin's cock lance was like a baton between his crotch and Anne's cunt, still fucking in and out. Anne humped back at him.
"Me, too!" Anne seethed. "I'm gonna get it, too."
"Do it, Mom! Cum!" Shannon cried.
Mr. Martin fucked the woman harder and faster, pulled his face away from Shannon's cunt. Shannon stuck her fingers in her pussy and finger-fucked to conclusion, while Mr. Martin concentrated on bulldozing his enormous prick into Anne while she climaxed.
Anne stiffened and shook violently.
Dave's cock billowed and sent a deluge of cum into her pussy, a shower of slithery cock cream that sprayed thick and hot.
He grabbed the arms of the chair and bucked, rocked, jabbing his cock at her cunt violently.
"Oh, shit!" Shannon yelled. "You're both gettin' that good feeling! I can tell!"
"Oh, yes!" Anne confirmed, writhing in the chair, letting her orgasm enrapture her.
She moaned and whimpered, wiggled and squirmed.
Shannon finger-fucked herself faster, keeping the edge of her orgasm alive.
Mr. Martin's prick sprayed more cum into Anne's pussy.
"Oh, yeahhh!" Anne sighed, falling back limply on the chair.
Mr. Martin's fucking slowed down until he was simply diddling her with his cock. Then he finally pulled his prick out and humped over in front of Anne, clutching her knees for balance.
"I want to make this very clear," Anne said, after Shannon had sat down on the couch and Dave had dressed. She was pulling her cum-soaked pink panties on. "This is by no means going to become a regular neighborly thing."
Shannon smiled at Mr. Martin.
"And don't try getting close to Shannon without me knowing what's going on," Anne warned.
Mr. Martin nodded and thanked the women for a delightful time.
"Perhaps we can do it again sometime, take some more pictures, have some fun," he said.
After he was gone, Shannon said: "How much money did he give us, Mom?"
"I don't know, but quite a bit. Let's count it."
They thumbed through the cash and Anne said: "A little over two thousand dollars."
"I'll take half," Shannon said.
"Yes, honey, you get half," Anne agreed, handing her a stack of cash.
Shannon was elated with her newfound fortune. She went to her room and watched her little TV set and fell asleep ...
The next morning she dressed for school in a faded denim skirt, a white short-sleeved sweater, and white pumps.
As she walked down the street to Hastings High School, she thought about college and her future, how she wanted to make something of her life.
Now she had some money, and she was thinking how much fun and how easy it was to get the thousand dollars.
"Now," she whispered to herself, "I gotta think of more ways to get some more money."
School went routinely, and late in the afternoon she got a work study call from the office. It was a babysitting job. Shannon walked to the office and took the call. She agreed to come out to Mr. and Mrs. Logan's place to sit with their children for the evening.
"Can you be here at seven?" Mrs. Logan said.
"Yes, ma'am," Shannon agreed.
After school, she went home, did some studying, then took a taxi to the suburbs, out to the Oak Tree Condominiums. She found Mr. and Mrs. Logan's condo and rang the bell.
Mr. Logan answered. He was tall, handsome, about forty, and his eyes widened when he saw the beautiful young lady standing at his door.
"I'm Shannon Bradley, your sitter."
"Yes, yes, come in, Shannon."
Shannon entered and followed him into the living room, where Mr. Logan's wife, Virginia, waited. They gave Shannon a tour of the house, introduced her to their small daughter, and then left.
The little girl was easy to handle and Shannon put her to bed at nine, then watched some TV. She fell asleep on the couch.
She was awakened by a gentle tug from Mr. Logan, who was sitting beside her on the couch.
"Time to wake up," he whispered, shaking her arm, watching her big tits jiggle in her sweater.
"Oh, Mr. Logan! I guess I fell asleep."
"I'll drive you home now," he whispered.
"Okay," Shannon said. She stood up and straightened her denim skirt.
She excused herself and went to the bathroom. She fixed her blonde-brown hair, put some fresh perfume on, blushed her cheeks lightly, and went back out to Mr. Logan.
He led her outside to a big Ford LTD and they got in. He drove slowly through the suburbs on the way back to Shannon's.
They made small talk about Shannon's school, her plans to go to college in the fall.
"If I can make enough money," Shannon said.
"How much will it take?" Mr. Logan asked.
"Oh, for the full four years ... a fortune. College costs so much now, but at least I can stay home. I can go to a junior college for two years and then transfer to Midland State here in town."
Shannon sat prettily in the plush leather seat, her faded skirt up high on her lovely young legs. Her big tits looked delicious in her tight, white sweater.
"Maybe I could help," Mr. Logan said.
"Huh?"
"Maybe I could help with some of your expenses."
"How, sir?"
His hand slid across the seat and onto Shannon's leg. Then he pulled the car over to the curb on a darkened street.
"We could start with a kiss," he whispered.
"Jeez, I ... ah ... "
But Mr. Logan had pulled her across the seat and into his arms. His eager lips plastered Shannon's mouth. His hands roamed her back, then one slid along her thigh, up under her skirt.
Shannon jerked away.
"Well, I don't know. You mean, give me money-for kissin' and stuff?" she asked.
"Yes."
"How much?"
"How about if we start with one hundred dollars?"
His hand was up between her legs, and his fingers were tapping at the crotch of Shannon's panties, tickling her pussy. With his other hand, he lifted Shannon's hand and placed it in his lap, let it fall on a monstrous cock bulge.
Shannon gasped.
"You wanna pay me to fool around and stuff?" she whispered.
"Yes."
Shannon thought about how much fun she'd had with Mr. Martin. But Mr. Martin had paid much more to play around with her than Mr. Logan was offering.
"I dunno," she said, gasping again at the size of the cock bulge her hand now lay on.
"I think it would be fun," he whispered.
"But more than a hundred, if you wanna be up my skirt like that and have me hold your ... ah, your ... this boner."
"Okay, how much more?"
"I dunno ... maybe a hundred and fifty," Shannon said, pulling that figure out of thin air.
"Let's make it an even three hundred," Mr. Logan said.
"Okay, then," Shannon whispered.
Mr. Logan took his free hand, produced his wallet. He scrambled around one-handed, keeping his other hand on Shannon's crotch. He laid a stack of bills in her lap. Shannon took them without counting and put them in her purse, then she snuggled in close.
"You make me so hot," Mr. Logan murmured.
"Do I?"
"Yeah, from the minute I saw you. I've been thinking about you all evening."
"Huh? Jeez!" Shannon puffed, her hand palming the length of Mr. Logan's prick stalk that throbbed inside his slacks.
"Should I take it out, sir?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, lifting her skirt, rubbing full-blast on her pink panties.
Shannon unzipped his fly and yanked his big prick out.
His cock was bloated and stiff ... a full eleven inches.
"Oh, shit, sir!" she gasped, her hand exploring up and down the man's massive fucker.
He dipped into her panties.
"Baby doll!" he whimpered.
"This thing is like a cannon," Shannon sighed.
His hand dunked deeper into her panties, his fingers hooking into her cunt hair, one finger finally slicking into her cunt slit.
"Mmm, mmmfff!" Shannon burbled.
She gripped his prick.
"Yeah, hold it, squeeze it, fuck on it with your hand," Mr. Logan said.
"Like this?" Shannon asked, her hand pumping on the man's prick.
"Yes. Yes, like that."
He had Shannon's little skirt high up on her waist. His fist fluffed out the crotch of her panties. His finger slicked in and out. With his free hand, he caressed her tits.
Shannon jerked his prick. The tip squished out a thick, clear liquid that cascaded down the cock stalk and onto her dancing hand.
"Baby!" Mr. Logan sighed. "I love it!"
"Do you?" Shannon whispered.
"Yes! I love it so much!"
"You're fingerin' in my panties, too," Shannon chirped.
"I love that, too."
"Are we gonna screw?" she asked.
"I want to."
"Here in the car and stuff?"
"Who not?"
Shannon could tell he was getting hotter. "I dunno, I mean screwin' in the car, that's pretty naughty."
Her hand whacked faster, harder. He finger-fucked her with the same fervency.
"Let's fuck," he said.
"Jeez, I dunno," Shannon stuttered, teasing, still jacking on his prick, feeling the cock stalk expand in her hand.
She thought if she could pump him off, she could get away without fucking him on this particular night.
"I don't think we oughta fuck tonight, Mr. Logan. Maybe next time."
She pumped harder.
He sighed, fingering her with a hot stroke.
"Jack me off then!" he gasped.
"Just jerk on this big thing like this?" Shannon whispered, leaning closer to Mr. Logan, her tongue licking into his ear.
He shuddered wildly.
"Oh, yeahhhhh! Jerk jerk jerk!" he mumbled.
And that was what Shannon did. Gooping pre-cum squished from the tip of his prick. Her hand squeezed harder around the cock stalk. She pumped in a wild frenzy until Mr. Logan stiffened.
"I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... "
"Cum?" Shannon offered.
"Yes!"
"Cum, sir!" Shannon urged. "But keep fingerin' my cunny!"
He did. He kept his finger scratching and slushing in and out while Shannon brought him to the crest of his orgasm. His prick bristled in her hand, bloated, then shot off. A spray of cock cream spurted up in an arc all over the dash of the LTD.
Then she stiffened with him and they came together.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shannon was coming home late on a Friday afternoon from school, just after a football game at which she had been cheerleading.
She wore her uniform-a very short dark-green skirt with three white inverted pleats in the front and in the back; green knee socks with white stripes running around the middle; a tight white short-sleeved sweater with vertical green braid on the sleeves and vertical stripes from the shoulder to the waist on the sides. On the front of the sweater, which bulged with her big tits, was a little green bulldog with a football helmet on. Her sandy-blonde hair was tied in a ponytail with a green ribbon in the back.
She looked juicy, luscious, stunning as she passed Mr. Martin's house.
He was mowing his lawn, and he looked up.
"Hi, Shannon."
"Hello, Mr. Martin."
"Had a game today, huh?"
"Yes, sir."
"You look darling in your uniform."
"Gee, thanks."
"I wonder if we could take some nice pictures of you in it?"
"I guess, I dunno. I'd have to ask Mom."
"Why don't you do that? I could come over as soon as she gets home."
"Tonight?"
"Yes, sure. And I have a nephew meeting me tonight. A nice young boy. He could come along, and maybe you'd like to meet him."
"Well, I'll ask Mom, okay?"
"Have her call me when she gets in, will you?"
He had moved over closer to Shannon and stood a few feet away. Shannon could see how his cock was rising in his red jogging shorts.
"Sure, I'll have her call you. You gonna pay us again?" Shannon inquired, looking down, gazing at his prick, now on a full hard, spiking out his shorts like a big banana.
Mr. Martin looked into her beautiful young face, the deep pink blush on her cheeks, her thick, red lips.
"You got a big boner on again too, huh." Shannon whispered, nodding at his shorts.
"That's what you do to me, Shannon. Just being around you gets me hot."
"Mmmmm, jeez, well ... " Shannon muttered, "I guess that's nice."
"Why don't you come in, and I'll fix us an iced tea."
"You know what Mom said," Shannon countered.
"Would she have to know?"
"I dunno. Come in and just have an iced tea?"
"Sure, come in and we'll talk for a few minutes, okay?"
"Well, all right, but I gotta get home before Mom does."
Mr. Martin led Shannon into his sprawling ranch-style home. Shannon was glad she lived in such a nice neighborhood, and she hoped she and her mother would be able to continue affording the luxury. It had been so difficult since her dad flew the coop.
Mr. Martin showed Shannon around. His house was expensively furnished. He took her into his large office where he had computers, stock quote machines, and a UPI news wire. The machines were clacking and spitting out information.
"Jeez!" Shannon said.
"This is where I do all my stock market business."
"Do you make a lot?" Shannon asked.
"I do quite well, but it took me many years to learn the game, Shannon."
"Gee, it looks interesting," Shannon cooed. "And you can make money just stayin' at home and stuff?"
"Yes, the best way, at least in my opinion. No office hassles, no commuting, no people to deal with. It's totally an individual's game-if you know how to play it."
"Mmmm," Shannon mumbled.
Mr. Martin sat down. He took out a big checkbook. He scribbled in it, then handed a check to Shannon. She looked at it with excitement.
"Five hundred dollars ... ah, what's this for, Mr. Martin?"
"For you."
"Uh-huh, I see that ... but what do I have to do?"
"I thought we could have a little fun before your mom comes home."
"And I get to keep this?"
"Yes. You see, Shannon, I'm a rich man. I have more than enough money to live well, to have anything I want and then some. What I want right now is you."
"Golly, uh ... sure, okay, sir."
"Should we have that iced tea first?"
"Okay."
He led Shannon to his sparkling new kitchen, then fixed them both a large iced tea. They sipped slowly. His cock was back on a full hard.
"You're big again down there," Shannon whispered.
"I know."
Mr. Martin stood up. Shannon sat at the kitchen table. He stripped down his shorts. His huge cock sprang up in a wild, suggestive wobble.
"Ooooshhheeeez!" Shannon hissed.
He leaned over and kissed Shannon's perfect lips.
"It's sooo big and thick and stuff," Shannon said after the kiss, her gaze on his big prick. Mr. Martin stood in front of her.
The long cock stalk thumped, throbbed, wiggled and wagged. A bubble of pre-cum formed on the cocktip. Shannon watched in rapt amazement, her heart tom-tomming, a sweet tingle surging through her.
Mr. Martin pulled Shannon from the chair. They kissed.
His prick slapped at her little cheerleading skirt, squishing jizz on the pleats. His hands lifted the skirt in the back, and he cupped her fine ass, feeling the slickness of her white briefs.
Shannon felt his hard, manly body bristling against her, felt the throbbing beat of his big prick, liked the pinching, cupping, probing of his hands on her ass.
"You're incredible," Mr. Martin whispered, still holding her close, petting her ponytail now with one hand, while his other hand clutched at her ass cheeks.
"Thanks," Shannon mumbled.
He backed off, lifted her skirt up, revealed her white panties. He held the green skirt up, the inverted white pleats high, his eyes glaring at her muffin pussy that pushed out in a crunching candy-bar mound between her legs.
"Hold your skirt up for me," Mr. Martin whispered.
Shannon held it up.
He slid his hand between her legs and rubbed the slick bloomers, felt her soft cunt mound. His cock bulged and spit a gunk of pre-cum at Shannon.
"Ohhh, ooossshh!" Shannon blurted.
"Baby!" he panted.
Shannon grabbed his prick. Her little hand wrapped around his cock in a tight grip.
"Whoofff, shhheez!" she burbled, squeezing the man's cock lance.
"Honey!" Mr. Martin gulped.
"Are we gonna fuck again?" Shannon asked, her voice soft, as if it were honey pouring out.
"Huh? Yeah! I wanna fuck your big boobies," Mr. Martin panted.
"My boobies?"
"Yes!"
"Jeez, I never heard of nothin' like that, sir."
"I want to fuck 'em!"
Shannon squeezed harder on his cock. The big red cockhead bubbled, frothed, and more pre-cum spilled out.
"Sit down," Mr. Martin commanded.
"On the chair here?"
"Yes," he said, "and take your sweater off."
Shannon sat down and pulled her white sweater over her head. She tossed it onto the kitchen table. Her big teenette tits were cupped tightly by a white bra.
"Take them out," Mr. Martin urged.
"My boobs?"
"Yes."
Shannon lifted her gorgeous tits up over the top of her bra so that they sat like ripe cantaloupes.
Mr. Martin moved in. He fisted his cock and rubbed the creaming prick tip on Shannon's erect little nipples.
Shannon gulped, looking down, watching his big prick dribble on her tits.
Mr. Martin rubbed his fizzing cock tip all over Shannon's pretty tits. Shannon sat with her chin tucked against her collarbone, watching, her mouth only an inch or two away from the man's hot prick. She flicked out her tongue and licked.
"Yeah," Mr. Martin whispered.
Shannon squeezed her tits together, burying the prick head between the two big bra-stuffers. Mr. Martin pumped slowly, punching his prick into the girl's big round tits.
"Those are beautiful tits," he sighed.
"You like 'em, don'tcha?" Shannon purred.
"You bet!"
"You're fuckin' my boobies."
"You got that right, honey."
Her tits were like two ripe grapefruits, that round, that big and firm.
"I never had my boobies fucked before, Mr. Martin."
"Now you are."
"Jeez!"
"I want you to pull your little skirt up and finger-fuck your pussy for me."
"Oooh, yeah, I'd like to," Shannon said, lifting her green cheerleading skirt with the white pleats.
She tugged her white panties down and slugged a finger into her pussy.
Mr. Martin backed up now, withdrew his cock from Shannon's tits. He gripped the prick stalk and started jerking. He stood over her watching her diddle-fuck her pussy.
"Jeez, you gonna jerk off and masturbate and stuff?" she asked, looking with wide eyes at his hand action.
"Uh-huh."
"Golly, phewwww!" Shannon mumbled, watching his prick-pumping intently.
"And you keep finger-fucking," Mr. Martin instructed.
"I am."
"That looks good, too."
Indeed. Shannon looked darling, sexy, salacious, stunning, sitting out on the edge of the chair, her legs apart, her panties a stretch of white at her knees, her green knee socks, her white tennies, and her little skirt up in slick pleats on her waist. Her big boomer tits still sat up over the white bra, still dripping with Mr. Martin's slimy pre-cum.
"Finger it, Shannon!" he whispered.
"Jeez, sir ... gosh!"
"That's right, that looks good," he said, pumping harder and faster on his prick.
"I'm fingerin' and you're jerkin', Mr. Martin."
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeahhh," Shannon sighed.
"Should we cum, Shannon?"
"Yes."
"I'll shoot all over your face and titties."
"Oooh, nooo!"
But he was already spraying cum. A huge load of cock cream spewed high across in an arc, splattering on Shannon's pretty face, dripping onto her big tits.
"Oh, shit!" she cried.
"Baby ... honeeeeeee!" Mr. Martin panted.
Shannon twittered her clit and felt the first tremor of her climax.
She stiffened on the chair as the feeling surged through her.
Mr. Martin hammered his cock with savage strokes, his cock spitting huge hunks of thick jizz at Shannon's face and tits until her sweet pink cheeks dripped with his cum-load. Her tits were soaked with creamy cum.
She shivered into her climax.
"Ah ... shootin' all over me ... "
"I know, darling," he panted.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That evening when Anne returned from work, Shannon sat watching TV in her cheerleading uniform. Anne came in dressed in a black skirt, a white sweater, white high heels and dark hose.
"Mr. Martin wants you to call him," Shannon said.
"He does?"
"Yeah, he wants some more pictures."
"Already?"
"That's what he said-me in my uniform and stuff."
"Do you want to?" Anne asked.
"Sure, he's gonna pay us."
"Did he say how much?"
"You're supposed to call him, Mom."
Anne went to the phone and dialed Mr. Martin.
"Mr. Martin, you wanted me to call?"
"I wanted to come over and do some more pictures of Shannon."
"I see. And when did you want to do that?"
"Tonight, right away."
Shannon listened to the conversation, thinking about her earlier interlude with Mr. Martin, how he jacked off his big prick to her.
"How much?" Anne asked.
"Another thousand?"
"Well, I suppose. Let me ask Shannon."
Anne held the receiver away and yelled over at Shannon. "Is a thousand dollars okay?"
"Sure!"
"She says it's okay, Mr. Martin."
"I'll be over in a little while then," he said.
When the man showed up, he had his young nephew with him.
Danny was about Shannon's age, a handsome young lad, thin, wiry, with blond hair.
He introduced him to Anne and Shannon. Anne was a bit uneasy. She asked Mr. Martin to meet with her in the kitchen.
"You didn't say anything about bringing a young boy with you."
"I hoped you wouldn't mind. I thought he would like Shannon."
"What have you got in mind?"
"Whatever happens," he said. "Look, I'll give you five hundred just for yourself, extra ... let him stay, okay?"
"Well, I don't like it, but ... all right."
They went back in, and Shannon posed sexily in her uniform as Mr. Martin snapped pictures.
Anne sat on the couch with Danny, and they watched.
Mr. Martin had Shannon sit in a big easy chair, sprawled back, her panties off, her legs apart. She looked incredibly sexy. He took several pictures, having her strip as they went along until she was nude except for her tennies and knee socks.
Mr. Martin had a huge hard-on.
Danny was sitting next to Anne. She glanced down and saw his young cock spiking out his jeans. Then she looked back at her daughter all splayed out in the chair, rubbing on her pussy while Mr. Martin took pictures.
"You shouldn't have your hand between your legs like that, Shannon," Anne said.
"He likes that," Shannon said.
"Well, I don't care. That's lewd."
Shannon stood up. She bent over the chair, showed off her fabulous ass.
Mr. Martin took more pictures. He'd shot four rolls of Polaroid's, snapping shots of Shannon in every conceivable sexy pose that he could fantasize.
Anne didn't complain much about the photos, since she'd gotten an extra five-hundred dollars from Mr. Martin, unknown to her daughter. But then, Shannon had received five hundred of her own earlier that afternoon from the rich Mr. Martin.
Shannon had her hands on the arms of the chair. She was bent over, her ass rumped out beautifully. Mr. Martin put the camera down and fell to his knees behind her. He slashed his wicked tongue up and down the crack of her ass.
"Eeeeeeowwww!" Shannon yelped.
"Hey!" Anne barked.
"Oh, shit!" Shannon cried.
Mr. Martin's tongue slapped wildly up and down the girl's ass, licking, slobbering.
"Stop that!" Anne huffed.
"Nooooo! Don't stop!" Shannon countered. "Don't!"
"Well ... " Anne said.
"Oh, God!" Shannon panted. "Oh, my butt!"
"Does that feel good, Shannon?" her mother asked.
"Ohhh, yeahhhhh, my butt!"
"Jeez!" Danny wheezed, his hand falling to his lap, where he stroked his hard cock bulge.
Mr. Martin cupped Shannon's ass cheeks, spread them, then drove his tongue in a wild wiggle at her assbud.
"Ah! Ohhh! Fuuuuuuck!" Shannon babbled.
"Don't swear like that!" Anne commanded.
She was hot as Shannon, however, her pussy creaming in her pink panties.
Danny couldn't stand the excitement. He unzipped his jeans and took his prick out. He had a nice, handsome seven-inch teen cock that stood up stiffly.
"Oh, my!" Anne gasped. "Put that thing away!"
But he didn't. He started jacking off slowly.
Shannon wiggled her ass back at Mr. Martin. He slapped his tongue up and down her ass crevice, then twirled it at her asshole.
"My ass, my ass, Mom!"
"Oh, darling, does it feel good?"
"Yes, Mom!"
Danny turned to Anne. He lifted her black skirt, pulled it up over her pink panties.
"Don't," Anne whispered.
But Danny was already rubbing her pussy through the panties.
"My butt, shit!" Shannon yelled. "Oh, shit, Mr. Martin! Lick my ass!"
"Oh, Lord!" Anne whispered, spreading her legs, sliding down on the couch, giving Danny more room to rub on her pussy as he stroked his cock.
Anne finally reached over and grabbed the youth's prick. She felt his hot hard-on pulse and throb in her hand.
Shannon looked over and saw Danny rubbing her mother's pussy, saw her mother clutching the young lad's hard prick.
"Oh, jeeeez!" she whimpered.
Mr. Martin, on his knees behind her, was rimming her into a new level of ecstatic delight, his wild tongue wagging and lapping at her ass.
"It's soooo good!" Shannon sobbed joyfully.
"Is it, honey?" Anne gulped, watching the display of passion before her.
"Mmmmm-mmmmm! He's butt-fuckin' me with his tongue!" Shannon yelped.
"Don't talk so dirty, Shannon!" Anne snapped.
"Lemme do that to you," Danny whispered.
"Oh, no, Danny."
"Let him, Mom ... it feels wonderful!" Shannon squealed.
"Well," Anne said.
Danny was already on his knees in front of the couch.
Anne stood up. She lifted her black skirt up to her waist in a bunch of ruffles. She turned around and bent over, hands on her nyloned knees. Her garter straps cut into the creamy lusciousness of her thighs and ass.
Danny ripped her panties down and sloshed his tongue up and down her ass crack.
"Ooooh, ahhhhh!" Anne gasped.
"Good, isn't it?" Shannon panted, wiggling her ass, winding it in lewd semi-circles at Mr. Martin's sloppy tongue.
"Oh, yeah!" Anne answered.
"Tickles good, huh?" Shannon said.
"Yes, yes!"
Mr. Martin twiddled his tongue up Shannon's asshole.
"Ooooooh, shit!" she cried.
"We shouldn't be letting them do this to us," Anne said.
Danny kept licking up and down Anne's ass crack, then he swirled his tongue like a twirling dart at her hot asshole.
"Oh, Gaaaawwwd!" Ann shouted.
"Is he on your butthole, Mom?" Shannon asked.
"Yessssss!" Anne hissed.
"Jeseeeezzz, shit!" Shannon yelled.
"Shit is right!" Anne barked. "Oh, shit, Danny!"
"Oh, shit!" Shannon echoed.
"Oh, damn!" Anne cried.
"Fuck my shithole, Mr. Martin!"
"Don't ... don't ... don't talk so dirty, Shannon!"
"But he is, Mom, he's tongue-fuckin' my shitter!"
"Oh, I knowoooooohhhhh! Gaaawwwd!" Anne sobbed.
Shannon stuffed a finger into her pussy. "I'm gonna finger-fuck too, Mom."
"Yes, yes, okay!" Anne panted.
Shannon diddled her pussy. "You too, okay?"
"All right then," Anne said, and she slugged a finger into her juicing cunt.
Hot action. Wet tongues. Creamy fingers. Tickling delight as mother and daughter both delighted in the joyous ass-licking.
"Oh, shit! I'm gonna cum!" Shannon yelled.
"Are you, baby?"
"Uh-huh ... you too, Mom?"
"Okay! Okay ... I'm gonna ... cum too, Shannon!"
The sloshing sound of tongues filled the room. Rim-job delight as the girls undulated their asses and let the blush of climax slither through them with bristling elation.
CHAPTER NINE
Shannon fell forward, then turned and slumped down in the chair, huffing, puffing, trembling all over with the afterglow of her climax.
She looked up and saw her mother doing the same, sitting on the couch, her skirt way up, her panties a pink slash at her knees, her hairy pussy exposed.
Mr. Martin stood up. His prick looked like a huge banana.
Danny stood up too, then took off all his clothes to reveal his tight, wiry young body.
Mr. Martin stripped off all his clothes. He took Shannon by the hand and led her to the couch. She sat down beside her mom, naked except for her green knee socks and white tennis shoes with green laces. Her hair was still neat in a ponytail tied with a white ribbon.
Danny's hard, youthful cock throbbed in front of Anne. She eyed his prick with desire.
Shannon looked from Mr. Martin's long, thick prick, the big head creamy and frothing, back to Danny's vibrantly stiff cock. She trembled.
"I know what you want, Mr. Martin," Shannon cooed.
"What?"
"You want us to suck on 'em, huh?"
"Yes indeed!"
"Suck your big boners?"
"You bet, don't we, Danny?"
"Yeah, you bet!"
"Oh, please, this has gone far enough," Anne mumbled.
"Aw, go ahead, Mom. Suck on Danny's peter."
"No!"
Shannon leaned forward, fisted Mr. Martin's prick, then licked the thick, foamy goo from the prick tip. She ovalled her lips around the billowing cock head and sucked in and out. She pulled off and looked at Anne.
"Like that," the young girl said.
"Shannon!" Anne huffed.
"Do it like that, Mom."
"Well, maybe for just a minute," Anne said, then she slid forward and sat on the edge of the couch.
She took Danny's prick in her hand and kissed the tip. He smeared her lips with pre-cum. Anne licked at the boy's drooling cock knob, then took his cock into her mouth and sucked. Her head bobbed in and out. Her lips puckered. Her cheeks were caved in.
"Ah, ooooh!" Danny sighed.
"Feel good, Danny?" Shannon asked.
"Yeah, oh yeah! Feels better than anything I've ever felt."
"Whooossshhit, suck him, Mom!"
Shannon held Mr. Martin's prick. She pumped slowly on the long hard cock stalk as she watched her mom suck Danny's prick.
Anne bobbed in and out, taking half Danny's cock into her mouth, her lips gliding in a red suck on the kid's stiff fucker.
"Ooooooh!" Danny whimpered.
Shannon ducked her head forward and kissed Mr. Martin's prick tip, swirled her tongue on it, then sucked his big cock into her mouth, all the time watching her mother suck Danny.
Danny had his hands on his hips, which were pushed forward. Anne sucked voraciously. He groaned loudly. She sucked harder.
He sprayed a gusher of cum into her mouth. Big syrupy gobs of cum rolled out the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
Shannon pulled back, but kept jerking on Mr. Martin's cock. She wanted to see Danny cum in her mother's mouth.
The potent youth shot a sudsing cum-load that was too much for Anne to handle. She finally had to pull back and off his prick. Fizzing cock cream spilled from her mouth. Danny shot another wave of cum at her lips.
He shook wildly. He moaned like a little boy. His prick was lurching and he kept shooting glops of cum at Anne's mouth.
Shannon took Mr. Martin's prick, pulled on the long cock shaft, and brought it to Anne's mouth.
"Suck this one, too. Okay, Mom?"
She pushed the man's prick into Anne's mouth. Anne's cum-soaked lips circled the big banana-like cock. She sucked in and out.
Danny was still cumming, shooting his milky jism in Anne's hair now.
Mr. Martin let out a long gurgling sigh.
"Suck him, Mom!" Shannon cried. "Suck him good!"
"Holy shit!" Mr. Martin hollered.
"I'm still cummin'!" Danny babbled, grabbing his prick, pumping it wildly, still spewing cum at Anne's hair.
"Shit!" Shannon howled.
"Suck me, Anne!" Mr. Martin yelled.
Anne held his cock at the base. Her head bobbed in and out. She looked good sitting on the edge of the couch, her black skirt up, her pink panties still tight on her knees. Her mouth was like a plunger on the man's enormous prick. She sucked good.
Mr. Martin's cock swelled and pulsed, and he blasted a load of milkshake cum into Anne's mouth. Again, the goopy surge of jizz was too much for the older woman. She kept sucking, but big, bubbling goops of cum spilled out of her mouth and splashed to the floor.
"Yeah, you're suckin' me off, Mrs. Bradley," Mr. Martin said.
Danny was fucking Anne's hair now. His cock was in the woman's bell-shaped hairdo, buried in the cum-sprayed thickness.
"Jesus! Danny's fuckin' your hair, Mom!" Shannon exclaimed. "He's ... he's ... he's fuckin' in your hair. Oh, shit!"
Mr. Martin shook wildly as he climaxed, quivering and shuddering.
"Oh, Mrs. Bradly!" he wailed.
Danny came again. He shot off a jetting load of lather into Anne's hair.
"Oh, wow!' Shannon gasped. "Oh, Mom! Shit!"
She stuck her finger in her pussy and furiously finger-fucked her cunt.
"Shit! Danny's shootin' jizz in your hair, Mom!"
Mr. Martin rocked in and out, slugging his cock back and forth, fucking Anne's mouth.
Anne kept sucking Mr. Martin. Cum kept spilling out of her mouth as she slid her lips in and out on his huge prick. Danny jerked off in her hair, gushing out a thick load, lathering her thick curls with cum.
"Oh, damn!" Shannon shouted. "Oh, damn!"
Anne finally pulled her mouth off Mr. Martin's prick, but kept pumping on the prick stalk. Her hand was soaked with cum. Her mouth was splattered with thick cock cream.
"Good grief!" she panted, trying to catch her breath.
Danny pulled his prick out of her hair, leaving a big gooey indentation in the cum-sprayed bell.
"Sonofabitch!" Shannon cried.
More cum spilled out of her mother's mouth.
"Sonofabitch!" Shannon repeated.
Then she came, her finger taking her to a quavering climax. She squirmed wildly on the couch.
Mr. Martin pulled his cock out of Anne's grip, fell to his knees, fisted his cum-gushing prick, and shoved it into Shannon's pussy.
"Ooooohhhhsssshhhittttt!" Shannon wailed.
"Good grief!" Anne panted.
"Oh, yeah, fuck it to me!" Shannon whimpered.
Danny got down on his knees. He pulled Anne's panties off, tossed them over his shoulder, then guided his teen-hard prick into Anne's cunt.
"Oh, jeeeeez!" Anne gasped.
"They're fuckin' us now!" Shannon yipped.
Anne looked down at the handsome young boy, watched his hard cock fucking in and out of her creaming pussy.
"Ah ... I ... I guess so," the woman whispered.
CHAPTER TEN
Mr. Martin and Danny, both on their knees, rocked in and out. Anne and Shannon slid down on the edge of the couch, their legs wide apart. Anne's nylons were slick and tight. Shannon still had on her green knee socks.
"Jeez, Mom. They're really fuckin' it to us!"
"Don't talk so damn dirty, Shannon!" her mother admonished.
"But they are, Mom."
"I know."
Shannon and Anne held hands, squeezing each other's fingers, as they let the man and boy fuck the cock to them.
"Danny, you're fuckin' my mom," Shannon said.
"And you're fucking my daughter, Mr. Martin," Anne put in, swirling her hips at the young lad.
This was hot fucking.
This was good fucking.
This was sweet fucking.
This was excellent fucking.
This was beautiful fucking.
Shannon had never been so excited, never felt so exquisite. She wondered why she couldn't feel like this all the time. She squeezed Anne's hand. Anne squeezed back. She looked down and watched Danny's prick sliding in and out of Anne's cunt.
The girl learned one thing. That a woman in her forties could still fuck. Needed to fuck. Had to fuck. And she knew that she would fuck forever.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Shannon squealed, pushing down lower on the couch.
"Don't talk so naughty now," Anne warned.
"But, Mom, we're fuckin' these guys."
"I know, honey."
"Danny's really screwin' you, Mom!"
"I know he is, darling," Anne said.
Mr. Martin had his hands flat on Shannon's thighs. He rocked back and forth, slushing his cock in and out, and Danny fucked hard and fast at Anne, shoving short, hot rabbit-jabs into her cunt.
"Oh, Mom!" Shannon shouted. "Jeeeez!"
"I know, I know," Anne whispered. "It's good, isn't it?"
"Yeah, really good. I love to fuck!"
"I can tell," Anne said.
Mother and daughter babbled back and forth as Danny and Mr. Martin gave them good cock. Danny was fucking harder, faster, rocking and bucking.
Mr. Martin was giving Shannon slow, slick cock-strokes.
"Why don't you two get on top of us and fuck us?" Mr. Martin suggested.
"Want to, Shannon?" Anne asked.
"I never did it that way, but sure."
Danny and Dave pulled their slobbering pricks out of the girls' cunts. The ladies stood up. The boys sat down, Anne stripped off her black skirt, pulled her sweater off. She looked good in her black garter belt, her nylons, her pink bra. She straddled Danny, got on top of him and started humping.
Shannon watched and took the instruction well. She hopped on Mr. Martin, put his long hard prick into her pussy and started fucking up and down on him.
"Shit!" Shannon wheezed.
She bounced up and down wildly. Her big teener tits bobbled beautifully. Mr. Martin held her around the waist. They fucked hard.
Anne bumped and humped on Danny. Her plush ass plopped in loud splats on his thighs as she came down, then slid up, and came down again.
Shannon felt Mr. Martin's prick bulge in her pussy, felt the wild throbbing, and she knew he was going to shoot off. She clutched her hands to his shoulders in a vise-tight grip and bounced up and down in furious undulations on his big, long fucker.
"You're gonna cum, aren'tcha, Mr. Martin?" Shannon asked.
Dave huffed, humped up off the couch, slugging his cock deeper.
"Yeahhhh, right now!" he shouted.
A hot spray of simmering jizz slushed into her pussy.
"Ahhh, yeah!" cried Dave.
"Mom, he's shootin'!"
"No, oh, gawwwwd!"
"I'm gonna shoot, too," Danny babbled.
"Are you?" Anne panted, bouncing beautifully on the boy's up thrust prick.
"Yeah ... yeah!" Danny gasped.
Then Anne felt the sprinkle of frothing cock cream spritz into her pussy.
She humped hard. Her ass pumped up and down.
Both girls were bucking and fucking in remarkable and exceptional hump-pumps, their pussies glowing and lavish with the generous spray of cum.
"You gonna get it, Mom?" Shannon panted.
"Let's!"
"I can't stop it! I'm gonna cum!"
"Oh, gawwwwd ... cum then, Shannon!"
"Ahhhaaa! Aw, shit!" Shannon yelled. Her pumping took on a herky-jerky action. "Shit! I'm gettin' that feeling!"
"Me, too!" Anne gulped.
"Oh, Mrs. Bradley!" Danny sighed, still flooding her pussy with his sloshing cum-load. "Mrs. Braaaaaddddleeeeee!"
"Danny!" Anne whimpered.
"Fuck him, Mom!" Shannon huffed, that good skittish tingle now simmering through her in sweet pleasure.
Anne bounced wildly on Danny's prick and cried: "I am fuckin', I am fucking, Shannon! I'm fucking his prick!"
"You shouldn't talk so dirty, Mom," Shannon said. "Ohhh, wheee! Shit ... I'm gonna cum again!"
And then the volcanic explosion of Shannon's second climax rolled through her like slow, hot lava. She came to a stop on Mr. Martin and simply sat there shaking, then let out a long, loud howl.
Feverish hot fucking on the couch. Shannon loved it. She loved cumming. She couldn't think of anything better. She wondered why girls didn't want to cum all the time.
"Big prick," she mumbled. "Big old prick."
Anne finally came to a stop on top of Danny, her body trembling, her breath huffing and puffing in hot gasps.
Shannon rolled off Mr. Martin and slid down to her knees on the floor in front of the couch.
Mr. Martin grabbed his drooling prick, which looked like it was covered with whipped cream. He stroked it slowly, kept it hard.
Anne crawled off Danny.
"Whew!" she puffed. 'Wow, whew!"
She sat down on the couch, still trying to catch her breath, still tingling with climax.
"Let's fuck Shannon, Danny. Want to?" Mr. Martin said.
"Oh, I'd love to fuck Shannon!" he yelped gleefully.
"Huh?" Shannon mumbled.
Mr. Martin orchestrated the stimulating situation. Danny lay on the floor. Soon Shannon was up over him on her hands and knees. Her big teenette tits drooped down fetchingly. Danny's young cock throbbed for her.
Shannon fucked down on the youth's stiff cock. Danny let out a long, low moan of pleasure.
Anne was so weak she couldn't stop the action, as Mr. Martin positioned himself behind Shannon. He fisted his prick, rubbed the fizzing prick head all over her cream puff ass.
"Don't you dare put that big thing up Shannon's ass!" Anne warned.
Shannon undulated, humped and pumped her jellybean ass, fucking down hard on Danny's prick.
"Like it?" she whispered to Danny.
"Love it, love you!" he babbled. "You're so pretty!"
"Gawwwd, Shannon," Anne whimpered, "You're really humpin' on him!"
"I know."
"You shouldn't be doin' it so hard and fast."
"Why, Mom?"
But before Anne could answer, Mr. Martin pushed his cock head between the cheeks of Shannon's cute ass, squished his jizzing prick tip at her asshole, and then wedged it in.
"Oh, ah!" Shannon yelped. "Oh, shit! He put his boner up my butthole, Mom!"
"You stop that, Mr. Martin!" Anne barked.
"Oh, you guys!" Shannon cried.
Mr. Martin rocked slowly on his knees behind Shannon, just giving her a taste of his big cock in her ass.
"He's fuckin' my butt, Mom!" Shannon hollered.
"I'll stop him!" Anne said, then she made a move to get up.
"No, let him do it. Let him fuck me there," Shannon said.
"Are you sure, baby?"
"Yes."
"Well, not too hard, Dave," the woman admonished.
"I won't, Mrs. Bradley," Mr. Martin whispered.
Shannon looked down into Danny's young face. His passion for her was evident. His mouth hung open. She swirled her fine ass and fucked Danny, while Mr. Martin kept tickling her asshole with the tip of his cock.
"Oh, man! He's fuckin' my shitter, Mom!" Shannon exclaimed.
Anne got up. She straddled Shannon, stood up over her, her legs set wide apart, then moved close to Mr. Martin's face. He lapped out his tongue and started licking her pussy.
"Ahhhhh, yeah!" Anne whined.
"What's goin' on?" Shannon asked.
Anne rolled her hips, pushed her cunt into Mr. Martin's wagging tongue.
"I'm letting Mr. Martin lick my pussy," she said.
"Holy shit!" Shannon yelped, looking back over her shoulder, seeing her mom's ass waving and wiggling.
"I wish I had some pictures of this," Mr. Martin muttered between licks.
"Maybe we could arrange that," Anne whispered.
Shannon fucked harder and faster on Danny's prick. The boy's cock felt so hard and good in her pussy. Mr. Martin's big cock head tickled her asshole.
"I'm gonna cum again!" she whimpered.
"Me, too!" Danny gasped.
Shannon leaned down and kissed the youth just as he blasted a creamy belch of cum into her cunt.
Mr. Martin's cock bloated and he blew off another load of cum up Shannon's asshole.
Shannon broke the wild kiss. She sobbed with bliss.
She'd never felt a torrent of cock cream shoot up her ass before. She tingled all over with a brilliant climax as Danny and Mr. Martin came.
Anne rolled her pussy at Mr. Martin's tongue. He slished and wagged the tip at her clit and sent her into a lusty orgasm.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Later that night, Shannon and Anne counted the money they'd made.
"Comes to a little over fifteen hundred," Anne said.
Neither of them mentioned the extra five hundred they'd each received from the rich man next door.
"I get half, remember," Shannon reminded her mother.
"Of course, you do," Anne said, handing Shannon a stack of bills.
"Gee, Mom. We're makin' lots of money. We can pay off all our bills and I can go to college, if this keeps up."
"I know. I just wonder if it will."
"We have to think of some way to make sure it does," Shannon mused.
"Such as?"
"I dunno," Shannon said. "But this is too good to be true."
"He seems to be very rich."
Shannon sipped a Coke. "He makes a fortune in the stock market, I guess. He's real smart."
"He must be good at it."
"Maybe he'd wanna marry you, Mom," Shannon said.
Anne smiled. "I think he'd probably like to marry you more than me, Shannon."
"I'll bet if he could fuck us both all the time, he'd really get hot about it."
"Oh, Shannon! This is all so crazy to begin with," Anne said. "I feel rather awkward about it. You are, after all, my daughter. I shouldn't be involving you in this."
"Why not?"
"It's not right."
"But we wanna get our debts paid off. I wanna go to college. Jeez, we don't wanna be poor all our lives."
"No, I guess not," Anne said.
"Why don't you get him over here, Mom? Get him up in your room. I'll hide in the closet and take some pictures. We can take some, hang on to them. Maybe they'd be worth something later."
"That's blackmail, Shannon."
"Who cares?"
"Well, I do."
"Let's do it!"
After some argument, Anne agreed to her daughter's plan ...
Two days later, Anne invited Mr. Martin over. He had been working in the yard and was all sweaty when he arrived.
Shannon had already hidden in the closet of her mom's bedroom with a camera. She had all the lights on so she wouldn't have to use a flash.
She heard Anne and Dave come up the stairs.
"What did you want, Mrs. Bradley?" he asked.
"I thought you might like to fuck."
He was taken back by her boldness. "Well, sure!"
"I was going shopping today," Anne said, "since it's Saturday."
"Uh-huh."
"Why don't you take a nice shower, put a towel around you and come to my bedroom?"
Mr. Martin agreed and walked to the bathroom.
Anne went to her room.
"You in there, Shannon?" she asked.
"Yes," Shannon whispered.
Anne stripped, then put on a shiny, white garter belt, sweet thin pink panties, a shiny pink bra, sheer dark hose, and a tight, white waist-cincher.
She smiled at Mr. Martin as he walked into the room.
"Wow, you look good!" he whispered.
"I'm glad you like it," Anne cooed sexily.
He walked over and stood in front of her. He drank in her amazing beauty and charm. His cock thumped against the towel, pushing it out, spiking it.
Anne smiled demurely, reached up and pulled the towel loose, threw it to the floor. Dave's cock, hard and stiff, snapped back and slapped at his belly, then wobbled threateningly.
Anne clutched the man's throbbing prick stalk in her hand. She pulled him to her. Her head ducked in. She kissed her bright, red lips on the tip of his cock.
"Ah, baby!" he gasped.
She squeezed his stiff prick, slurped her lips around the prick head, making a circle of red on the shiny knob of his prick.
She slicked his prick in her mouth and began sucking, her red lips gliding in and out, her head bobbing, her eyes flickering up at Dave to see his reaction.
Dave looked down, his mouth open.
Anne reached out with her other hand and clasped his balls, jiggled the big, hot balls on her palm. Her lips continued to slide beautifully in and out on Dave's immense hard-on.
"You're such a good cock-sucker, Anne," he whispered hotly.
She answered this by swirling her tongue around the tip of his prick, drawing back, kissing the tip, licking all around the throbbing cock knob.
"You cock-sucker, sweet prick-sucker, beautiful dick-sucker!" he panted. "God, I love it when you suck my cock like this!"
Anne swilled some spit on the tip of his prick, licked it all over the top, then bobbed in and sucked the stiff hard-on into her mouth, closing her red lips in a circle around the steaming cock stalk.
Dave was intoxicated, breathless, swooning for her hungry mouth, enjoying this early morning blow-job, wanting Anne never to stop the sweet slurping.
Finally, Anne drew back, took his prick out of her mouth, rubbed it all over her freshly roughed cheeks, leaving a trail of spit and pre-cum.
She got a good hold on his cock and her hand started a slow masturbation, an overhand grip, pounding her fist down and back up, slowly, slowly. She took her hand from his prick. It wobbled wildly. She brought her hand to her mouth and spit a big gob of saliva into her palm.
Shannon was on her knees in the closet, hiding behind some dresses. She had a slit through which she could snap pictures.
She was busily taking shots of her mom and Mr. Martin. She was dressed in a little pair of blue shorts and a white top.
The action before her made her cream her shorts. Her pussy was all hot.
I love fucking, she thought. And I love to watch it like this.
She took more pictures. Got a good one of Anne spitting saliva in her palm, then watched as Anne returned her hand to Dave's cock and slicked the bubbling, warm spit all over his pulsing prick, finally fisting it again, then pumping slowly.
"Oh, shit, honey, a hand-job. Are you gonna jack me off?" Mr. Martin panted.
"I might," Anne cooed.
Her hand moved faster. She liked the feel of his hard cock throbbing in her fist, the slick way her hand slid on the cock stalk.
Anne pounded harder, faster.
"Anne, baby, pump my prick ... yeah, like that! Jack on it, honey!"
She got a good stroke going, a chopping, jimjam, a slick-as-shit glide.
His cock head spit a blob of cum that splashed on Anne's tits at the cleavage, dripped, trickled between her big tits into a warm, thick puddle.
"It's squirting!" Anne whispered
"For you," Dave answered.
She jacked faster now, her hand sliding in a fine blur, the feeling so scintillating, so wonderful, that Dave lost his breath for a moment. His heart pounded. His cock throbbed and spit another goop of cum that splashed into Anne's hair. She fucked her fist faster, faster, hammered his cock with hot, hard strokes.
"Oh, shit ... you do that so good, honey," Dave moaned.
"You like it, don't you?" she purred.
"Oh, God yes! Oh, shit yes!"
Anne's hand shook and jiggled. Her jacking stroke made slick slurpy sounds as his cock kept spurting, the jizz hanging from the tip. Anne slicked the cock cream into her hand and jacked wildly now.
"I need some practice jacking," Anne cooed.
"Practice, baby, practice! Please practice on my prick!"
She practiced. Hard fast strokes sent Dave into a deep swoon of passion.
"Shit, here it comes!"
His cock head bloated and a thick stream of hot cum sprayed at Anne. Big blobs of cum splattered her bra, her mouth, her cheeks, her hair.
His cock erupted with more cum. Jets of jism splashed from the cock tip and shot through the air at Anne. She jacked faster, harder.
Shannon snapped pictures of Mr. Martin cumming, got some good juicy shots of his creamy explosion. Then she put the camera down.
She unzipped her shorts and pulled them off, got on her knees and started finger-fucking herself.
She wanted to scream out, wanted to join her mom and Mr. Martin. She loved watching his spray of cock cream, and she liked the way her mother pumped his cock.
Mom's good at that, Shannon thought. Men must like to be jerked off.
Shannon decided to remember that lesson. Then her finger found her clit. She twiddled it.
Oh, that's sooooo good, she thought. I need to cum.
And she did.
She experienced a hot flash of tickling pleasure. She had all she could do to keep quiet as the tingling spread through her like hot water.
Cumming, cumming, cumming, she thought to herself.
She watched her mom and Mr. Martin. He was trembling all over, shaking, his cock still spewing cum. Anne pumped his prick, drained him dry, until she was soaked with his cum.
Anne's hand dripped with slimy cum. Her face was covered with cock cream. Big chunks of jizz clung to her hair. She tugged her panties down and showed Mr. Martin her pussy.
"Wanna fuck it?" she whispered.
"You know I do!" he panted.
"Come over here and jerk off to me a little, first," Anne said.
He climbed on the bed.
Anne got up, then she started a slow, sexy bump and grind.
Shannon picked up the camera and started shooting pictures of Mr. Martin jacking off.
"Pump your prick for me!" Anne cooed.
I think these pictures are gonna be worth something, Shannon thought, still spying on them from the closet.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Well, what do you think?" Anne asked. "Did you get some good pictures?"
Shannon sipped her Coke. "Jeez, I guess so! You really gave Mr. Martin a hand-job, Mom."
"Oh, stop talking like that. You are very well aware of why we're doing all this."
"Sure-money."
"Well, I'll keep the film," Anne said. "I hope we won't ever have to use it."
"I think he's hot for both of us, Mom."
"You think so?"
"Sure, and he likes to take pictures. He's kinda kinky and stuff, but I really like him. He's never gone back on his word, and he sure does have lots of money."
"I wonder how much money he really has?" Anne pondered.
"I'll bet millions!"
"He ought to be living in a mansion somewhere then-not in this suburb."
Little Shannon didn't know how close she came to the truth when she said: "I bet he's stayed because, well ... because ... of me, maybe."
"Could be. He's had the hots for you since you were a kid," Anne said.
"Well, don'tcha think?"
"Could well be."
" *
Shannon was walking home from school. She looked especially attractive, and she was hoping that Mr. Martin would see her.
She wore a pink denim skirt, tight denim that wrapped around her lovely hips and gorgeous, chunkette ass like cellophane. The white cami top she wore was tight. Her big tits looked delicious.
She wore tan sandals.
Her hair was slicked down on the top of her head, parted in the middle, with two long braids bobbing at each side of her head, swishing down on her shoulders.
She walked slowly as she approached Mr. Martin's house.
As usual, the late afternoon found Mr. Martin in gym shorts, puttering in his yard. This time, he was watering a brown spot where the afternoon sun had faded the green grass.
He looked up and saw Shannon.
She smiled and stopped.
"Hi!" she chirped.
"Hello, Shannon."
"Would you like to do something" Shannon asked.
"You know I would."
"Should I come in, then?"
He nodded and led her into his house. This led to a hot kiss the minute Mr. Martin closed the door.
"You're so damn fine! So damn beautiful! So sexy!" he panted.
Shannon felt his huge cock thump at her through his shorts. She looked up into his handsome face.
"Thanks," she cooed.
Mr. Martin's hands caressed her ass. His body trembled.
"Whatcha wanna do?" Shannon whispered.
"Let's fuck!"
"Oooooh, jeez! Fuck?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay then."
"Let's just get down on the floor and fuck it up, Shannon."
"Okay," Shannon said, falling to her knees on the floor. "Should I lay back and pull my skirt up?"
"Do it!" he urged.
Shannon opened her mouth sexily, swiped her tongue over her candy-red lips very slowly and salaciously, then she leaned back, pulling her pink skirt up teasingly.
She lay on her back, the skirt up at her waist in pink ripples, her tight, white panties snug on her hips, tantalizingly snug in the crotch, muffing out her sweet little pussy underneath.
"You're so damn sexy and pretty," Mr. Martin whispered.
Her pigtails lay out from her head on the carpet. Her big tits pushed up her white cami.
"Don't tell my mom about this," Shannon warned.
"I won't, my dear," Mr. Martin said, falling to his knees beside her.
Shannon's legs spread apart. She cocked her knees up in the air.
Mr. Martin bent over between her legs and kissed up and down her smooth thighs, then he nuzzled into the crotch of her panties, licked and chewed there.
"Jeez, sir!" she mumbled, looking down, up now on her elbows. "You're chewin' on my panties."
"I'm gonna take 'em down," he whispered, then he tugged at the white panties.
Shannon lifted her ass off the carpet so he could pull her panties off. He took them down and tossed them beside her.
Then he was on her pussy, licking, chewing, biting, sucking.
"Oh, shit!" Shannon cried, pushing up at him.
Mr. Martin licked slowly at her cunt slit. Then he got up on his knees, stood up and took off his gym shorts. His huge cock wavered and thumped, spit out a blob of pre-cum that dripped down on Shannon's belly.
"Do it," Shannon whispered.
Mr. Martin mounted her. He shoved his cock into her cunt.
"Okay, let's fuck!" he panted.
"I'm ready," Shannon said.
He started humping. His big balls banged at her ass. His hard, long cock lance jabbed in and out of her sucking pussy. Shannon hooked her legs around him. Mr. Martin slid a hand under her ass and fingered her asshole.
"Ooooo, ishh!" Shannon gasped.
She threw her arms around him, bucked up and down on the carpet.
"I love fuckin' you, kid!" Mr. Martin rasped.
"I know. I love fuckin' you, too, sir."
"You don't mind that I'm so old?"
"No. I like it."
"Oh, Shannon! Shannon!" Mr. Martin cried. "We're fuckin' so good!"
"I know it! Fuckin' on the floor and stuff!"
"Darling, Shannon, honey!"
"Fuck me, sir!"
"That's all I ever wanna do, Shannon."
"You gonna pay me for this?"
"You know I am."
"Fuck me faster, Mr. Martin! Really fuck me fast!"
"Oh, honey!"
"Ooooh, that's it, Mr. Martin!"
He was pumping and humping like a machine. His balls made loud whacking noises as they slapped at Shannon's ass. His cock sawed and jabbed in and out of her pussy in long, slurpy fuck-strokes.
"That's it! Fuck it like that, sir!"
Mr. Martin was a fucking madman now. He fucked faster than he had thought he ever could.
"I'm gonna cum!" Shannon sobbed, writhing under him, her pigtails swishing and slapping the rug.
She pushed up off the floor, screwed her hips around and around, and he hammered his big cock home.
He shot off.
A gusher of cock cream spurted into little Shannon's cunt.
She tingled and tickled into a boiling climax. The marvelous feeling spread through her with a dandy vibration. She sucked in her breath in a hot gasp, held it as the feeling increased in intensity then let out a long sigh.
"Ohhhh, ahhhhh, mmmm, yes, ahhhh, goooooood!" she babbled.
"Baby, baby!" Mr. Martin yelped, still pouring his load of cum into her cunt.
He finally crumpled on top of Shannon, spent, huffing, puffing, his whole body tingling and trembling.
"Cumming is so good," he whispered.
"Yeah, but it just doesn't last long enough," Shannon said.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After they had fucked, Mr. Martin gave Shannon a check for $250.
He smiled brightly and said: "I think I'll call your mother and see about some more pictures. I have some new ideas."
"Why don'tcha, sir? I'll bet she'd like to hear from you again."
Shannon went home, pleased that she had earned some more money.
Anne came home two hours later and had barely settled in with a drink when the phone rang.
Shannon listened, but couldn't tell exactly what was going on.
When Anne hung up, Shannon asked: "What did Mr. Martin want this time?"
"More pictures."
"When?"
"Tomorrow evening."
"What kind?" Shannon asked.
"He said he wanted some of both of us."
"Good," Shannon said. "What did he say about money?"
"He said a thousand dollars again."
"Jeez, good!" Shannon said, smiling.
Anne smiled back.
" *
The next evening, Anne wore a red dress, red high heels, hose, red lipstick and red fingernails. Shannon was instructed by Mr. Martin to dress in a black merry widow, no panties, dark hose, white heels.
They waited for the rich man to arrive. He knocked and then they let him in with his camera. He had a drink and laid ten one-hundred-dollar bills on the table.
"I'd like some of you both," he said.
"Like how?" Anne asked.
"Sitting on the couch."
Shannon looked scrumptious in the tight merry widow. Her tits bulged beautifully in the bra cups. Her pussy was like a sweet brownie, fresh from the oven.
She sat down beside her mother on the couch.
"Pull up your dress, Mrs. Bradley," Mr. Martin instructed.
Anne hiked the red dress over the nylons, up on her waist, and revealed white garter straps, white garter belt, and pink panties.
Mother and daughter sat next to each other, and Mr. Martin snapped some pictures.
"Take your panties off, Mrs. Bradley, will you?"
Anne obeyed, slid her pink dainties down and off, showed her rich thick thatch of pussy hair. Both ladies sat with their legs set wide apart.
Mr. Martin proceeded to take many pictures of Anne and Shannon in various sexy poses until finally Anne was stripped down to a shiny pink bra, white garter belt, nylons, and red high heels. Shannon was still in her black merry widow, her big teener tits sitting up over the top in a juicy, supple display.
Mr. Martin then produced a huge dildo from his camera bag. It was a splendid, thick, two-foot-long rubber prick with a cock head on each end.
"I want you to play with this, girls," he whispered.
"You gotta be kiddin'," Anne gasped.
"No, I'm not."
"Jeez," Shannon put in.
"No way, not with my daughter!" Anne snapped.
"I would certainly pay more," Mr. Martin offered.
"No!" Anne huffed.
"Another thousand dollars," he said.
"Jeez, Mom, uh ... maybe we better think about it," Shannon whispered.
"No," Anne repeated.
Mr. Martin pulled out his wallet and laid another thousand dollars on the table, on top of the first thousand.
"How's that?" he said.
Anne hesitated.
Shannon looked longingly at the money.
"It's okay-you can put it in me, Mom," she said.
"Are you sure?" Anne asked.
"Uh-huh."
"Well ... okay," Anne said.
The woman took the dildo, and standing with Shannon, she held it in both hands and rubbed the rubber prick up and down her daughter's pussy slit.
Mr. Martin started taking pictures.
"Ooooh, jeez!" Shannon whispered.
"I can stop," Anne said.
"No-go ahead, put it in," Shannon urged.
Anne shoved the dildo into Shannon's cunt and started fucking it in and out slowly.
"Aw, ooooh, poooooffff!" Shannon babbled.
"Damn," Anne said. "We shouldn't."
"Oh, fuck it, Mom. Go ahead, fuck me with that big thing!"
"Shannon, stop talking so nasty!"
"But do it!"
"Like this?" Anne asked, and she gave her daughter sweet, slow fuck-strokes with the big rubber cock.
"Yeahhhhh!" Shannon sighed.
"Now, you put it in too, Mrs. Bradley. Then fuck each other."
Anne manipulated the dildo and got the other end into her own cunt. Now mom and daughter stood connected by the big rubber cock.
Shannon put her arms around Anne's shoulders. Anne put her hands on Shannon's hips.
They started fucking.
"Oh, yes!" Mr. Martin panted, flashing off pictures.
"Mom, we're fuckin'," Shannon whispered.
"I know, darling! I know!"
"Aw, shit, shit, shit!"
"Don't talk so bad, honey."
"But, look, Mom, look! We're fuckin' each other!"
"I know, baby."
"Fuck me, Mom!"
"Gawwwwd, I can't believe we're doing this," Anne whispered.
"Fuck me!" Shannon demanded.
Anne humped harder and faster. Shannon fucked back.
"You're fucking me too, Shannon."
"I know. We're really fuckin', Mom."
"Mmmm, whewfff, Shannon!" Anne babbled.
"Feel good, Mom?"
"Yes!"
Mr. Martin snapped more pictures of the beautiful sight-Anne and Shannon humping, standing up, fucking each other with the long, thick dildo.
Shannon leaned in and kissed her mom. Anne kissed back. Shannon reached down and cupped Anne's ass, fucking her cunt harder on the dildo.
"We're fuckin' good," Shannon whispered.
"Let's cum, then."
"Okay, okay," Shannon panted.
"Fuck faster, then!" Anne urged.
They bumped, humped and pumped until they both felt the hot surge of orgasm.
"Now, I'm cummin' now!" Shannon cried.
"Cum, baby, cum!" Anne yelled.
That was what they did, riding the dildo to the plateaus of pleasure, where they shook and shuddered with the grand sensations of climax.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Shannon knew by now that Mr. Martin was absolutely crazy about her. She knew also that he was a very rich man.
The young girl decided to make a move.
She was coming home from a game at school, wearing her cheer leading uniform, the short green skirt with inverted white pleats, green knee socks, white tennis shoes with green laces, and the tight white sweater with green trim.
She knew Mr. Martin would be outside. It was now his habit to see her as she passed from school. She stopped and said hello.
"Hello, Shannon," he smiled.
"Wanna do somethin'?" she teased, glancing at his bulging shorts.
"Of course, I do."
Shannon went in the house with him.
He kissed her, pulling her against his hard, masculine body, his hands fanning out over her skirt in the back, feeling her cupcake ass.
His big cock bulge pressed against her skirt in front. Shannon reached down and squeezed the man's huge cock through his nylon shorts.
"You like me a lot, huh?" she whispered.
"Yes, you know I do. I have for years. For years-ever since you were thirteen or fourteen, I've been crazy about you."
"Have you, really?"
"Yes. Is that wrong?"
"I don't think so."
"I bet I've masturbated over you thousands of times," he said.
"Whewwww, jeez! Really?"
"Yes. Let me show you something," Mr. Martin said.
He left the room and returned with a box. He opened it and out spilled hundreds of pictures. Shannon scanned through them.
"Gawd!" she gasped.
They were all pictures Mr. Martin had snapped from his bedroom window, all of Shannon out in the yard in shorts, photos of her bending over, raking, watering, sunbathing.
"Jeez, all of me over the past four or five years," she said.
"Yes, that's how much ... that's how much I love you, Shannon."
Shannon fingered through the pictures.
"You really are a dirty old man, Mr. Martin," she smiled. "This is why you never moved out of the neighborhood."
"I'm in love with you," he whispered. "Yes, that's the reason."
"Well, what are we gonna do about that?" Shannon asked.
"Me being in love with you?"
"Yes."
"I dunno, Shannon. What the hell are we gonna do?"
"You could marry me, Mr. Martin."
"I could? I mean ... you would? I mean marry me?"
"Sure-on a couple of conditions."
"Name them."
"You'd have to pay off all my mom's debts. My dad left her with a lot of bills. You'd have to pay the mortgage on our house, and you'd have to pay for my college."
"Done," Mr. Martin said.
Shannon was on a roll now. She knew she had him hooked.
"And I'd have to have spending money, too."
"Of course."
"Like, quite a bit."
"How much?" he asked.
"Oh, five hundred a week."
"No problem," he agreed.
"Could you put all that in writing? Kinda like a contract, sir?" Shannon ventured.
"Indeed I will."
He led Shannon to his office, sat down at his video screen and started typing. In fifteen minutes, he had finished.
Shannon read the document after it was printed out.
"That looks real official. You better sign it, Mr. Martin," she said.
He affixed his signature without hesitation.
"Well, I guess we've got a deal," she smiled.
"I should call a justice of the peace, have him come over so we can get married right now, okay?"
"Gee, right now?"
"Sure, is that all right?"
Shannon was as eager as he was to conclude the deal, the fine deal she had negotiated.
"Okay," she agreed.
Mr. Martin made a phone call, and they sat around discussing future plans for a half hour until a justice of the peace arrived.
He was taken back that a man near fifty was marrying a young girl in a cheerleading uniform, and he demanded to see Shannon's birth certificate. She went next door and came back with the paper to prove she was eighteen and legally able to marry.
The justice of the peace then pronounced them man and wife.
Shannon and Mr. Martin kissed, and the man left.
"Well, my dear, should we seal our pact with a good fuck?" Mr. Martin asked.
"I think that would be nice," Shannon said.
She stripped off her skirt and panties and lay down. Mr. Martin climbed on and shoved his cock into her little pussy.
"Ah, my sweet, darling wife," he whispered.
"One thing, Mr. Martin," Shannon said.
"Yes, what is it?"
"You gotta promise you won't fuck my mom anymore. I'm the real jealous type."
"That's a promise, angel."
"But we'll have her over for dinner and stuff a lot, huh?"
Mr. Martin pumped up and down.
"Indeed," he puffed.
"Okay then, fuck me! Fuck me good!" Shannon yelped.
He smiled, fucking the shit out of his sweet little wife. He realized she was quite proud of herself for having negotiated such a lucrative contract. He decided to let her keep thinking that, because he loved her.
The naive youngster would never know that it was the man who had set up the situation and done the negotiating. After all, he was getting a hell of a good deal. Few middle-aged men ever had the opportunity to experience all their wildest fantasies-and Shannon was making all of Dave Martin's wildest fantasies real for him. He would get his money's worth, and more.
