We are living in a society where the real sexual morals are far more permissive than we like to admit. Suburban neighborhoods from coast to coast are full of secret swingers who carry on their passionate escapades behind a facade of straight family life. These people are often unaware that their closest friends and neighbors are also involved in the same sort of erotic pastimes.
Penny Parsons enters the world of sexual pleasure with an open curiosity of the wonders of sensual feelings. She has no preconceived ideas of what is right and what is wrong in terms of human relationships. She is ready-and-willing to try anything that feels good with anyone willing to share in her experience.
In THE BABYSITTER'S HOT ITCH, Penny is the window through which we view the hidden world of suburban swingers. As we meet her babysitting clients, we are given a view of the surprising variety of people who share a common bond of lust.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"If Daddy catches you jacking off while you're reading that magazine, he'll blister your butt for you," I told my brother.
"Je-sus! Get out of my room, Penny! Isn't there anywhere in the world a guy can have some privacy?"
I didn't budge. I just stood in the doorway, waiting to see what would happen. I bet myself my whole week's allowance I'd caught him jacking off! He was sitting on his bedroom chair with his legs wide apart, holding a pussy book at the top. The centerfold was pulled out. It covered his crotch. If he didn't have his stiff cock in his hand behind that magazine I wasn't fifteen years old -- and horny.
"Do you like to look at pictures of girls without any clothes on? Showing you their naked pussies?" I teased him.
"What's it to you if I do, smartass? Any man likes sexy naked chicks."
"But you're not a man, Jack. You're only sixteen. And I bet you're growing hair on your palm, right now!"
I had pushed my luck a little too far. Jack came charging out of his chair, rolling up the magazine to whack me on the head with it. We fell on his bed, wrestling around like mad. I was right! His cock was out of his pants! And it was hard! I got both my hands around it, real tight. His pecker jerked like crazy in my fist. He loved me holding him, cause he swatted me real light. His hard cock slipped up under the wide bottom of my shorts and pressed deliciously against my pussy crack. It felt so super good I tried real hard to hold him down while I rubbed my hips against him.
"OOooooh, Jack!" I whispered in his ear. "Doesn't this feel better than playing with yourself?" I wiggled around on his hard-on rubbed in between my wet cuntlips.
"Get up off me, Penny. Damn it, brothers aren't supposed to mess around with sisters. You know what that's called!"
"Yes! Incest! Who cares? Your cock feels so good against my pussy it's driving me bananas!"
"Darn it! I'm not going to fuck you, Penny. You're too young. Besides, I bet you're still cherry." But I noticed he wasn't trying too hard to get me off of him.
"So I'm cherry," I admitted to him. "There has to be a first time for everything. You don't have to fuck me, for real, if you don't want to. Just let me rub my thing against you. You were masturbating, right? With just some dumb pictures. So now you've got a real pussy to rub your thing against. Isn't this better?" I panted.
I held his cock jammed between the crotch of my shorts and my cunt and rocked my hips frantically against him. I'd been playing with myself in my own bedroom before I breezed in to pester him, but for some reason I wasn't able to get myself off. I knew I was trying too hard, even now, but his wide cockhead riding up over my cunt really set my teeth on edge. I got him moving just right on me and I felt his cock grow hotter and swell up even stiffer under my hand. Suddenly he kind of grunted and I felt his prick twitch and throb. My shorts got all icky wet and sticky against my hot flesh.
"Damn it!" he muttered. "See what you made me do?" I opened my legs wider and shoved down on his cock. "Hold still a minute, Jack. Please!" I pleaded. "I'm almost ready to come." My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I bit my lip. My fingernails dug into his cock so sharply he gasped with pain. My whole body shook like a leaf. My belly cramped so hard I fell off him and doubled up on his bed. He stared at me, his eyes round as saucers.
The words just seemed to slip out of him. "So that's what a girl does when she comes!"
I looked at him, puzzled. "Yes. Didn't you know? You didn't know! You stinker! You're cherry too, aren't you? Oh, wow! I bet you never even once rubbed your cock against a hot snatch, let alone put it in."
"Well... so what. I almost, did. One time. Anyway, I bet I know more about screwing than you do, because..."
"Shhh! Wait a minute! Listen... that's Mom coming up the stairs!"
He jumped to his feet, trying to jam his hard cock inside his fly. "Oh Christ, my zipper's stuck, Penny!"
I jerked the legs of my shorts down and ran my fingers through my messed up hair, real quick. "Here, sit down on the bed beside me. Cross your legs. Hurry up! Hold your history book on your lap like we were studying it together. Oh, hi Mom! What's up?"
My mother stuck her head in the doorway. "Didn't you hear me calling you, Penny honey?"
"No, Mom. I've been in here helping Jack with his history lesson. What's happening?"
"That nice Mrs. Morgan down at the end of our block, called you. She wants you to baby-sit for them tonight. I told her O.K.. You're supposed to be there around eight."
"Oh, good. I can use the money. And they always tip, too. Thanks for the message, Mom."
"I have to go shopping now, Penny," she said. "We are forever running out of food in this house. You kids go through the fridge like a herd of locusts."
"That's a swarm of locusts, Mom," Jack grinned at her.
"Swarm swarm," she replied. "All I know is you're eating us into the poor house." She waved a breezy goodbye, and then reappeared in the doorway, looking at us sitting side by side on the bed. "I don't know what you two were up to. I'm not even going to ask. But the next time you help Jack study The Fall of The Roman Empire, Penny, it would help a lot if you held the book right side up."
Damn!
After she'd gone, my brother looked at me, grinning sheepishly. "We were lucky, Pen," he said. "If Dad had waltzed in here instead of Mom, we'd both be so far up the creek we'd never get back."
"You are so right!" I agreed. "Mom's a doll. But that was close. Do you suppose she guessed we were fooling around?"
"She was a young girl not so long ago. And she had a brother," he said to me. "The next time we do this..."
"Oh, there's going to be a next time?" I asked him quickly.
"Maybe. If you want to. It felt good, I'll admit," he smiled and reached out to rumple my hair. "I'm for a shower. Right now."
"Me too. Yuck! You got my shorts all messed up." I stood up and slipped them down my legs. His eyes zeroed right in on my pussy fur. I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off real slow, letting my boobs swing out right under his eyes. I wasn't surprised to see my nipples standing up stiff.
"Do you think I'm as pretty as those girls in your magazines, Jack?" I asked him, getting up on my toes and getting into a real come-on girlie pose.
He leaned back on the bed and pretended to study my body very seriously. Since his broken fly was hanging open and the pink head of his cock was peeking out at me, it was pretty hard for him to carry off being serious about his examination. "Well, Penny, I'll admit there's been some changes made since the days we shared the same bedroom. Your tits are really pretty. Full. Firm. Very curvy. And your nipples are a nice pink color and crinkly stiff. Slim waist. Nice hips. Smooth. The legs aren't too awful."
"You are too kind, Sir," I smiled at him. "If the slipper fits, oh sweet prince, do I get to slip off to your magic castle and live happily ever after?"
"Not if Daddy the dragon finds you naked in my room," he laughed. "You better head for the shower and wash my souvenir off your crotch fur."
"I guess you're right." I bent over and planted a quick kiss on the end of his cock. "Until next time..." I gave it a love pat and whisked down the hall to the shower, to wash the evidence down the drain. My whole body felt glowing warm. My heart was still skipping a beat now and then. Messing around was fun! Even with your own brother.
Saturdays go by too darn fast to suit me. By the time I got out of the shower and slipped into a blouse and a short skirt and made myself a hamburger, it was time to walk down the street to the Morgan's.
I'd been thinking about their son, Tommy, while I was taking my shower. He's eleven and big for his age. Tommy's a real hellion for getting into trouble in the neighborhood. He was really old enough to baby-sit for himself, I thought, but I guessed his parents felt better if someone older was around to keep an eye on him. Well, two bucks an hour for watching their big color TV wasn't too hard to take. I'd plunk him in bed early and have the whole living room to roll around in while I teased my pussy a little. I was still hot.
So far on my dates, I'd let my boyfriends feel my tits and get their hands under my skirt, but I always stopped them at the edge of my panties. Not that I wanted to. But boy, if I got knocked up my Dad would skin me alive! I could still feel Jack's cock rubbing between my cuntlips. It was hard to keep my hands off myself, even walking down the street.
Mrs. Morgan opened the door for me, all aflutter. "Penny! Oh I'm so gad you're here on time. Time! Good heavens, is it eight o'clock already? Come in, come in child. Do you think this dress is nice enough for an informal dinner party?"
She twirled around like a little girl, holding her pleated skirt out to the side. "You look super, Mrs. Morgan," I told her. "You've got neat legs. And real pretty boobies," I blurted out.
"Oh, my. Well, thank you Penny. They stood up much fuller before we had Tommy, but... oh, well, Leland still likes to squeeze them and nibble on... Leland... Where is that husband of mine. We're going to be hours late. Penny run upstairs and tell him to get a move on, will you?"
"Sure Mrs. Morgan. By the way, I hate to tell you this but it looks like the hem of your slip is torn. It shows."
"Oh, darn," she exclaimed, lifting her skirt and holding the edge in her mouth. She hiked her slip up real high to peer at the ripped hem. I couldn't help but see her slim white legs above her hose, and either she'd forgotten them, or she didn't wear any panties. She had a beautiful full, rich bush of dark hair that stood right out against her creamy thighs. For some reason, my belly sort of flipped when I glimpsed her pussy hair. I wondered about that a little while I ran up the stairs looking for Mr. Morgan. God, I was sure turned on today!
I pushed the master bedroom door open and walked in, calling out, "Your wife's all ready to leave, Mr. Morgan. She asked me to..." The rest of my words stuck in my throat. Her husband had just come out of the shower and was standing in front of the dresser mirror with a big towel around his shoulders, but the rest of him was stark naked!
I stood there, rooted to the spot, staring at his long, thick cock. It was twice as big as my brother Jack's, even soft!
He wasn't the least bit upset at being nude in front of me. "Penny!" he grinned. "How ya doin'?"
I darted a quick glance at his dresser counter. A half empty bottle of Jack Daniels was tilted against the mirror. He followed my eyes, and then waved a hand in the air. "So I hate these damn dinners of Eve's. A couple shots help dull the boredom pains. Seen Tommy around?"
"Ah... no. No Mr. Morgan. Maybe he's out in the garage working on his train layout." My voice sounded funny to me. Kind of tight and shaky. I could not tear my eyes away from his super-thick cock swinging against his thighs as he vigorously brushed his hair. My palms felt all sweaty. I couldn't think of another thing to say to him.
He picked up a comb and attacked his thick, bushy hair. "I guess I'm lucky not to be bald at my age, but I can never get the damn part straight. Even when I'm sober. Here..." He thrust the comb into my startled hands. "You do it for me."
He was so tall he had to bend down so I could reach the top of his head. His hips pushed out toward me. I could feel his cock pressing against my belly when I reached up to try to part his hair straight. My hands started to shake. I know my face was a deep red. "I... it's hard to reach up there, Mr. Morgan," I managed to tell him.
"Skrunch down a little more."
He weaved around abit and then moved closer to me. Somehow his dick got pointed up in the air as our bodies touched and his cock skin rolled back. A big, wide reddish head came out. He looked down and saw my nipples poking out against my thin blouse, and then his eyes focused on his stiffening prick. I kept moving against him, more than I really had to I'll admit, still trying to comb his hair. I dropped my arms finally, but I didn't step back.
"Is that straight enough Mr. Morgan?" I asked him.
"I haven't seen it that straight in a month of Sundays," he muttered. "Oh. You mean the part in my hair." He glanced in the mirror and then his eyes met mine. Something seemed to click in both our minds. His hand slid between our bodies, to grip his cock and move up and down on it, very slowly. "Do it," he whispered. "Go ahead. You know you want to."
My legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. My face got burning hot. I could feel my cunt start to flow like a tiny fountain. Without saying a word I slid down until I was on my knees in front of him. My hands reached out to close around his shaft as it grew even longer and harder. I could feel his blood pulsing inside it. Like they had a mind of their own, my shaking hands were moving up and down on him and pulling him closer and closer to my mouth.
"I've never... I don't know how to do this. Is... is this what I'm supposed to do?" My tongue flicked out and swirled around on the tip of his cock.
"God, yes," he groaned. "That's exactly right. Open your mouth wider..."
I felt his hands brush the back of my head and ease me toward him. His swollen cockhead slipped between my teeth and kept on going and going and going into my mouth! I choked a little and pulled back, reaching for his hips to steady him. I sucked on his bobbing, jerking cock like I'd suddenly gone truly sex-mad. I guess I had! His cock felt so strong and muscular in my mouth, my head began to spin with excitement. My teeth closed down on him. I nestled his full balls in my hands. They felt so heavy I couldn't believe it! My jaws began to cramp, I was sucking on him so hard. Even with my two fists right around him, half his cock stuck out in the air for me to chew and lick. We never heard Mrs. Morgan come in the room!
"Leland, must you always take so long to get dressed for my dinners... Oh, my goodness! Leland! Penny! What on earth are you doing? Never mind. I can see."
"Hi, honey," he grinned at her sheepishly. "Penny's just helping me get my hair parted straight."
"Down there! On her knees! With your cock in her mouth?"
"Well," he smiled, reaching down to help me to my feet. "One thing kind of led to another," his voice trailed off. "Ah... care for a drink?"
He held out the bottle to her, standing there with his huge hard-on bobbing up and down in the air.
"Really, Leland. No thank you. And I think you've had quite enough. To drink, I mean. Penny, I hope you never breathe one word about this to your mother. Oh, dear. You've got me so flustered, Leland."
I finally found my voice. A liltle devil in me made me run over to her and put my arms tightly around her. I could feel her stiff nipples pressing against my, boobs. "Gosh, I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Morgan. I..."
"Eve. Call me Eve," she muttered distractedly.
"Eve," I said. "It just seemed to happen. You are a very lucky woman. Your husband has a beautiful, strong, lovely cock." That devil kept pushing me. I kept getting quick flashes of his thick fuck-pole going into that black patch of hair I'd seen in their living room. I had, a wildly insane desire to see him fuck her. I had heard my mom and dad making out many a night, but never once had I seen a woman getting screwed. She was so scatterbrained and he was so far along on whiskey, I figured I could push them both to the limit. "See how it stands up so straight and strong. Feel it," he told her.
She reached out for him, her hands closing around his rod with the practiced gesture of years of handling him. "We'll never get this thing stuffed in his pants, Penny," she moaned. Her hand was absently rubbing her cunt through her skirt. "I suppose... do you mind, Penny, if we... we're so late already, anyway. Promise you'll never breathe a word about this, if..."
"Honest. I'll never tell a soul."
"Well..." she said doubtfully, lifting her dress up over her thighs. "Maybe just a quickie. Just to get him down, I mean..."
She perched up on the edge of the dresser and reached for the bottle. "What the hell," she muttered, taking a long drink. "I hate cold chicken-a-la-king anyway."
Chapter Two
I looked Mr. Morgan straight in the eye. He grinhed at me, suddenly seeming to be quite sober. He knew what I was up to. A horny teenager getting two adults started on a fuck party! His eyes twinkled as he hefted his heavy cock in his hands. "Want to get it ready, Penny?" he asked softly.
"Really Leland," Eve gasped, but she didn't make a move to stop me when I fell on my knees again and slipped his swelling cockhead into my mouth. She hooked her heels on the edge of the dresser and spread her slim legs wide open. I could see her pink cunt standing up in the depths of her hair. Her cuntlips were already moist and shiny. She gave a shaky little sigh and her hand slipped down to cup her cunt. "Mmmmmmm. You do that very well, young lady," she observed.
"Mmmmmmphf. Mrnmmphf." I tried to thank her for the compliment but my mouth was stuffed so full, the words got lost. I hated to let him go, even when she began to shift her butt around a little impatiently on the dresser.
"Later, Penny," he smiled down at me, tuning to his wife and taking one quick stride that brought his cock nestling tightly against the outside of her wet cunt-hole.
"Ooooooooh!" she murmured as he walked his long length into her, not stopping for a second until almost all his cock was out of sight. "My God, are you hard, Leland! Oh, darling, you feel sooooo gooooood in m-m-meeee!"
I stood there flatfooted, absolutely fascinated at the glow in her eyes -- at the color that blushed her pretty face -- at the way her ankles crossed expertly over his back and pulled him ever so tightly into her. She held him buried deeply, not moving a muscle. Tiny shudders ripped through her body. It seemed forever before she relaxed a little and let him start to stroke into her cunt, burying his cock with long, swinging strokes of his strong hips.
She rocked back, holding her dress up out of the way. All of us stared at his huge prick sliding and grinding into her cunt. I absolutely could not just stand there and watch. I unsnapped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I moved up close to Mr. Morgan and took his hand and put it right on my hot cunt. His fingertip quickly found my hard clit. I felt my legs go all weak again. He rolled my love-bud around and around and grazed its tip lightly with his fingernail.
Eve's eyes flicked over to my slight pussy lips snuggled around his finger. She moaned and wet her lips. "What a beautiful little snatch, Leland," she whispered to her husband. "Look at it!"
He did. His hand cupped my cunt more firmly and his finger dipped down to rub against the outside of my virgin hole. "God, this kid is tight, Eve," he whispered. "And alive! And soaking wet! Why are we whispering?" he asked.
"I don't know," Eve replied. "We're going mad! This is crazy, fucking in front of our babysitter. Oh my God! Where do you suppose Tommy is?"
"The hell with him," Mr. Morgan muttered, screwing her harder and harder. "Wherever he is, he's going to miss the explosion of the year!"
"Oh! Oh! OOOOOO!" Eve's voice rose up the scale as he gripped her thighs harder and dug his heels into the carpet.
I grabbed his hand and held it tightly to my cunt. I pressed hard, so his hand couldn't move. I wanted to concentrate on Eve's expression when she felt him come in her. I had to wait only two seconds more.
"Ah! Ummmm... God, Leland, you're so hot in me... I-I -- aaaarrrgghhh, I'm coming. I'm coming. F-f-fuck me darling... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Her face turned red as fire. Huge beads of perspiration popped out all over her body. Her nails dug into his ass so hard I winced for him.
"Jeeee-sus!" he groaned. His whole body shook and twitched as his balls unloaded into her pulsating cunt. He doubled over and they both crashed up against the mirror, tipping over the whisky bottle. They were hanging onto each other like they were dying! Her orgasm made the ones I'd had seem like tiny hiccoughs. So this is what a really erotic woman did when she got royally fucked! And to think all this started when I blundered into their bedroom just to hurry him up for dinner.
He pulled out of her and stood there trying to catch his breath. "Well," he grinned at me, "I guess I'd better hit the shower again."
He padded off to the bathroom leaving Mrs. Morgan and me looking at each other, trying to think of something to say. She blinked her eyes and made a desperate effort to pull herself together. She dabbed absently at her flaming red pussy lips with a scrap of Kleenex.
"Well, Penny, ah... I guess I should change my dress. This one is so terribly rumpled up now..." She stood up on unsteady legs and fumbled for the catch behind her neck.
"Let me help you, Mrs. Morgan. Eve, I mean. Oh, Eve," I blurted out. "That was something beautiful to see! Just beautiful!"
She impulsively kissed me and patted my bare bottom. "Well, I suppose we certainly added to your education, Penny. I... well, I've never done anything like that. I mean, screwing Leland in front of..."
I kissed her back, hard. "It was fantastic! And I'll never tell anyone about it. Never!" I tugged her dress down for her and saw her nipples crinkle up when my hands brushed against her firm breasts. She shivered and clasped her hands over mine, pressing them hard against her tits. "God! I'm so turned on, Penny, it's just awful. No. Wonderful! You are good for us, Leland and me. You little minx!" She laughed, kind of giggling just like I do when I'm all wound up and super hot. "Look at my nipples," she gasped. "They're so brittle they feel like they'll snap right off!"
"Mine too," I told her, opening my blouse so she could see my tits, all covered with goose bumps.
"You've such a lovely little body, Penny," she murmured, her hands molding to my breasts. "Leland said your pussy is tight. Are you..."
"Uh-huh. I've fooled around a little, but I've never had a boy put his cock in me."
"My, my. It's been so long since I was a virgin. I've almost forgotten... may I touch you? Down there, I mean."
"Yes. Yes, I want you to, Eve. Do it! Eve, can we maybe lie down on your bed?"
"Oh, darling, if we do I know what will happen. I'll start kissing your little cunt and... Oh God I'm getting so depraved it's just awful!"
Leland came back into the bedroom, looking wonderingly at two half-naked hot females, one with her finger teasing into the other's slippery cunt. "Hey, you two," he grinned. "It's sort of late to be thinking about this, but suppose Tommy comes bumbling in here. We've been undisturbed so far, and that worries me. That kid must be into some devilment."
I knew he was right. For now it really was time to start babysitting and at least let them show up for a last minute round of drinks at their dinner party.
"I'll go look for him," I offered. "Have fun at the party."
"It can't be as neat as this one was, but thanks Penny," he laughed.
I struggled into my skirt and buttoned up my blouse and went in search of their son. I was still so hot I stumbled down the stairs like I'd been nipping at Leland's bottle. My cunt was screaming at me, but I had to find the kid and get him into the sack before I let myself touch it even just one more time.
I found Tommy out in the garage, running his model train set. "Hi, Penny," he called out to me as I shuffled through all his toys thrown carelessly around on the floor. There wasn't anything in the catalogue he didn't have, but I could tell by the layout he'd built on sawhorses, that trains were in just now. "You're gonna make me go to bed now, aren't you?"
"Why don't you take a shower and get into your PJ's and then we'll make some popcorn. When we're done it'll be time to hit the sack."
"Neat," he smiled, switching off the transformer. "I get to melt the butter."
By the time I had him tucked in I was ready to sit down and take a breather. It had been one helluva evening, so far. I flipped on the TV and collapsed on the huge sofa in the living room. I tried to relax, but it was no dice! My cunt would not be put off one minute longer.
I draped a leg over each arm of the TV lounger and rolled up my skirt. This was better than the sofa. I had something to hook my shaky legs over when my hips began pushing my soaking cunt against my fingers. I could get one finger up in me if I pushed really hard, as wet as I was. But this time my cunt clamped down like it never had before. My whole nervous system was coming so alive it was scary! My clit rolled out of its little house and practically jumped up and down. I could hardly bear to touch it, it was so tingly and tender. I could feel an orgasm building up in me, stronger and stronger. Almost. Almost. Any second now! Here it comes, Penny! Mmmmmmmm...
I couldn't make it! Something was wrong. It seemed I could feel someone staring at me. I squinted against the light from the TV screen and sure enough -- God damn! Tommy was standing at the edge of the beam of light, his eyes riveted on my busy fingers tormenting my cunt.
"Tommy, you are supposed to be in bed! And asleep!" I told him as firmly as I could.
He walked boldly right into the room. His cock was up hard, sticking straight out of the fly of his PJ's! "I know how to fuck," he said promptly. "I watched my mommy and my daddy do it. But they didn't know. Before my daddy got on her, she did just what you are doing. I know it must feel good because you had your eyes closed and you were smiling just like Mommy did."
I didn't know what the hell to say to him. I didn't say anything. I just sat there like a dummy, watching him stroke his prick. It was not so little! Shades of his father -- to be hung like that at the age of eleven! I felt my palms start to get sweaty, but I knew I was playing with fire if I started messing around with a little kid who would blab all over the neighborhood. But what the heck, I told myself. If he says he saw me playing with my cunt, he might as well say that I played with him, too. I guess it wasn't very straight thinking, but I was too damn hot to care much, right then.
"Come over here next to me, Tommy," I told him. I pulled him up on my lap and watched him flipping his hard cock under his fingers. "When you watched your mom with your dad, did she put her hand around his thing like this?" I asked, reaching for him.
"Yes," he said. "It's called jerking off." I couldn't get over this kid. He did and said everything so matter of factly. And I had trouble believing my own boldness, sitting there with him on my lap, rubbing a smaller duplicate of his daddy's beautiful fuck-tool. I wondered if I dared let him prove to me he knew how to fuck.
Just then the headlights of a car flashed into the room. It was the Morgans coming home. I let go of his cock like it was red hot and shoved him off my lap. "Tommy, your folks will be mad at both of us if they find you're not in bed and asleep like you're supposed to be. You'd better scoot!" He grumbled, but he shuffled off to his room, still fingering his stiff little prick. I flipped on a couple of lamps and opened the door for Eve and Leland. One glance at their faces told me they'd both put away quite a few drinks.
"Hi, Pen!" Mr. Morgan grinned happily at me. "Tommy give you any trouble?"
I lied. "No, he was as good as gold. How was the party?"
Eve groaned. "Dull. Dull. I apologize, Leland. What a bunch of square stick-in-the-muds."
"Thank fortune Ed and Betty got into that argument and got so loud the crowd broke up and gave them room to slug it out. What the heck was she so mad about, Eve?"
She collapsed on the sofa and kicked her shoes off. "Oh, the usual. You know Ed. Betty found out he's been banging his secretary on the leather couch she bought for his office. The way she tackles every door-to-door salesman who punches her bell doesn't leave her much room to bitch when her husband fucks around, but you know jealous women."
"I'm glad to say I don't. That's one problem we've never had. Right, Eve?"
She kissed him and giggled, dropping her hand to his crotch and slumping down beside him on the sofa. "That's because I screw you silly, darling, and you don't have any strength left over to spread around town with other women."
"Is that so?" he grinned at her. "So you think I couldn't handle two women, like Ed?"
My ears picked up and that little devil started jumping up and down on my clit. Maybe there was a chance I'd have at least one super come before I left this house tonight. But I kept my mouth shut and just sat quietly, watching them.
Neither of them was falling-down-drunk, but they were certainly feeling no pain. Eve reached over and tugged his zipper down and hauled his stiffening cock out into the light from the sofa lamps. She leaned over and kissed his cock and giggled again. "Can you handle two hot women?" she asked it.
"One twitch means no. Two yes," he laughed, making his cock jump twice real hard in her hands.
"Oh how you brag, Mr. Morgan," she teased him. "Well you know, if you fool around that means I can too. What's sauce for the geese is a goose for the gander."
"I don't think that came out quite right, Eve. But O.K.. Do you have a man in mind to have sex with?"
"Not right now. Not a man," she replied quietly. I could see her eyes peering into the shadow between my legs. I had deliberately thrown my leg over the chair arm to make my skirt hike up, I was getting so steamed up I was sure they could smell the scent of my hot cunt drifting over to them.
His eyes followed hers. "Do you mean that you would seduce a young innocent girl? Eve, I never dreamed you were bi."
"What's bi mean?" I butted in.
"A bi woman can enjoy sex with another woman. Just like a bi man sometimes enjoys fooling around with another man, if the conditions and the moods are right."
"Oh," I said. I opened my legs a little wider and let my hand rest on the inside of my thigh.
"Penny, don't tease me," Eve said. "I'm just drunk enough to attack you. I've been thinking about your firm, tight little cunt all evening."
She looked down at Leland's cock standing rigidly at attention. "And you have too, darling. Haven't you? Confess!"
He looked over at me. His face was flushed and kind of drawn looking. "Penny," he asked me very seriously. "Are you intent on hanging onto that cherry of yours?"
It took me half a second to make up my mind. I said just one word. "NO!"
"Then I guess we all might as well go upstairs to bed and see what happens," he said softly. I stood up and my skirt slid down around my ankles. My blouse came off so quickly I ripped three buttons right off it. My voice sounded trembly when I heard myself say, "I'm all ready for bed!"
Chapter Three
Our hot bodies filled their big gold-tiled shower stall almost edge to edge. I thought the water would instantly turn to steam when it hit me, but that was all in my mind. My hands were shaking. I felt like I had strong iron bands clamped around my chest. And I'd thought I was hot when I was rubbing my pussy against my brother's stiff dick! That was nothing compared to my present emotional state.
Leland seemed content for the moment to kind of lay back and see what Eve would do. His cock was up like a flagpole, watching Eve's hands making soapy streaks over every inch of my body. When her hand slid between my thighs, that did it! My legs closed tightly in spite of myself. My whole body twitched. I reached out for her and for the first time in my life I touched the cunt of a mature woman.
Her clit felt as stiff as mine! Her pussy lips were smooth as silk. I boldly slipped a soapy finger inside her fuck-hole. She gasped as her strong muscles clamped down with tiny quivering spasms. I felt her finger exploring me, too. I was so tense with excitement she couldn't get even half her middle finger up in me.
"Oooooooh, Leland," she murmured. "Wait until you feel how tight Penny is. Even all soapy slippery. I don't see how you'll ever get that wide thing of yours in her hole."
"There's no hurry. She's not going to be raped, you know. Penny, do your folks sleep soundly? I mean, will they know what time you get home?"
"They won't care, Leland. When my mom gets through with Daddy, the house could burn down before he'd wake up. Honest!"
"Seems this block has at least two horny families living on it," Leland chuckled... "We'll have to get to know your parents better, Pen."
"Leland! You sex fiend. Two women at a time are enough for you to start on."
"Speaking of starting..." He rinsed us both off and hurried us out of the shower. We fell on the big bed, our bodies still damp. Eve fussed with the pillows and adjusted the bed lamps until I thought I'd blow up with impatience. This wasn't like wrestling with Jack. I wasn't sure of myself at all. I figured I'd better let Eve run the show.
Leland lay between us, his cock swollen full. I reached out for him and felt Eve's hand close over mine. We nestled our heads on his shoulders and watched his cock throbbing straight up in the air, held tightly by ten fingers slowly pumping him up and down.
"I think he's ready if you want to suck on him, Penny," Eve smiled at me.
"Ready is not the word," Leland groaned.
I slid down, I could get my hot mouth on him. He turned on his side to me and watched my tongue run up one side of his cock-shaft, over the top and down the other side and then he saw all of the head of his cock disappear. "Mmmmmm," he murmured. "You must have taken lessons some where."
I shook my head vigorously. The movement made him get even harder. The room was filled with the rasp of his heavy breathing and the little slurpy sounds of his cock slipping in and out of my tight lips as they snuggled around his fuck-pole.
"Uh!" I suddenly gasped. I couldn't help biting down on him. My legs whipped open and my hips came right up off the bed. Eve's mouth had closed over my cunt. Her hands scoped under my bottom. Her tongue slid teasingly over my cunt. Little electric jolts zipped up through me as her tongue circled around and around on my rigid nubbin.
"Oh, God!" I groaned. Leland's cock slipped out of my mouth as I rose half up off the bed, my hands tangled in her hair. I held her head tight against my crotch. My hips bucked uncontrollably. She sucked all my pussy up in her mouth and her tongue went wild, darting in and out of my cunt-hole.
My heels beat a rapid rhythm on her back. I couldn't catch my breath. My whole body was all cunt, throbbing and squeezing. Her tongue felt like I guessed a small prick would, pushing my tight cunt walls apart. "MMMmmmmm... fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me!"
I felt Eve's mouth pull away from me in surprise. I wished I could die right then and there. I looked down to see Eve's eyes staring at me above the swell of my pussy mound.
"What do you mean, Penny honey?" she asked me. "Why did you say Tommy's name?"
Leland pulled me up beside him, so we were face to face. "Did that little devil pester you while we were out?" he asked me. He seemed more concerned for me than angry.
I didn't want to lie. That would just get me in deeper trouble. "No! Honest. He... well, he came in the room when I was watching TV. I... well, I was playing with myself, if you must know. He saw me doing it. He had a hard-on and he was jacking himself off. Just a little."
I saw the two of them exchanging glances, but I was so intent on bailing myself out of my booboo I didn't stop to figure out what was passing between them.
"Did he try to screw you?" Leland asked me.
"No, he didn't. You came home just then," I blurted out.
"Thank God for small favors," Eve smiled. I didn't tell them Tommy had told me he'd watched them fucking. Enough truths were enough, I figured.
"Eve, see if that kid is asleep. Lock his bedroom door."
She slipped off the bed, her tits bouncing as she went to check on her horny son.
"Are we done?" I asked.
"We aren't going to stop," Leland said anxiously, feeling that our hot mood had tapered off a bit.
"Not unless you want to, Penny," he grinned at me. He pulled me up onto his long body as easily as if I were completely weightless. My legs opened and I pushed down against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat separating my cuntlips. I sat up on him and started stroking my hips against him, so his cockhead rubbed deliciously along my wet crack and up over my stiff clit.
Eve came back and slipped into bed beside us. "All's quiet," she reported. She looked down at his cock, teasing back and forth against my slippery pussy lips. "Oh, my!" she smiled. "I think I got back just in time."
"I just can't wait any longer, Eve. I've got to try." I got up on my knees and held his cock up straight, so the wide head of his cock centered exactly on the opening of my cunt-hole. I took a deep breath and let my legs relax so my body could ease down on him.
"Aaaaarrrrgggghlihli!" I groaned. "I-I-I'll never make it. It huuuuurrrts!"
Leland lay very quiet, watching my face and then looking at his rigid cock beginning to bend as I gritted my teeth and shoved down on him. "She's as tight as you were, honey," he murmured.
"Then I know what you must be feeling, Penny sweetie," she said sympathetically. "That first night with him I felt like I was being split right in half, like he'd have to tape me together for six weeks before we'e ever be able to try to fuck again. Maybe if you lay on your back, Pen, and try to relax more, it might be easier. Isn't that what I did, Leland?"
"My mind's a blank," he groaned. "I know somehow we got most of it in you."
I fell off him and wiped the sweat off my face with the edge of the sheet. "This is for the birds. I should have made Jack fuck me this morning. He's not as thick as you are, Leland."
"Jack?" he said blankly.
"My brother," I said.
"Jesus Christ!"
"You certainly do get around, Penny," Eve smiled at me. "Do you mean your own brother had his cock where Leland's is now?"
"It's a long story," I told her my eyes starting to fill up with tears. I was so hot I was beginning to feel just lousy. "I want to fuck, dammit!" I complained.
"Wouldn't you like to take a little break, Pen?" Eve asked me.
I started to say no but then I realized she must want to screw her husband almost as badly as I did. "O.K.. You're right. I'm just all screwed up."
"Well, not yet," Leland smiled, watching Eve guide his stiff prick into her eager cunt. "Take five, while I fuck this bi sex fiend of a wife."
Eve slipped an arm under me and held me close to her side. Her knees came up and she gasped as his cock plunged into her. "Thank God I'm not a virgin anymore. Oh, Penny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
"That's O.K.," I told her. "I'm not going to be, much longer. Anyway," I smiled, "I love to watch you two fuck."
It was something to see, I had to admit in spite of my frustration at not being able to take his big cock in me. They fucked smoothly, his rigid love-pole making her cuntlips fold in around him as he traveled in and out and in and out. I could feel Eve's temperature soaring. Her breath began to come in short gasps. Her fingers trailed down over my belly and slipped into my cunt fur. My hips thrust back at her strong middle finger probing into my hole. Every time his cock slammed into her, her finger penetrated a bit deeper into me. Our hips were moving in perfect unison, hers fucking a stiff cock and mine fucking a nimble finger that was driving me right up the wall.
I reached down and held my legs up and wide open. Her whole finger went into me real easily now. I gasped and bit my lip when I felt Leland's finger join hers, spreading and stretching my tight pussy walls, but it felt good!
"Eve! Please! Leland! Now. Put it in me now. Please, please!"
He gave Eve a quick kiss and switched over to my cunt. I grabbed his cock with both hands and felt its head spreading and spreading me. This time we made it! I got at least half of him in me and then I started to come. He stopped fucking and just held himself still in me, feeling my cunt rippling and clutching at him. I went limp and lay there staring down my body. I was glistening with sweat, my tits were heaving up and down.
"I have to do this, Penny," he told me, "I'm going to blow up all over this room if I don't get off."
He eased out of me and slid back into Eve. He got a firm grip on her hips and took just five hard strokes. "Ummmmmm. Unnnnnnggghh! God damn!" he groaned. His whole body stiffened as his cock poured his cum into her clenching cunt. She came right with him, doubling up so hard their foreheads banged together something awful. I don't think either of them even felt the hard knock.
We all lay flat out an the damp sheet, gasping like fish out of water. I felt almost content. I'd taken a lot of hard cock in me. Not all he had, but for starters I thought I'd done pretty darn good. I put my hand on my cunt and then held it up in the light from the bed lamp. It was all sticky and yucky... but it was bright pink!
I showed it to Leland and grinned at him like a Cheshire cat. "It's official!" I smiled. "I am now a proud non-virgin. And the next..."
"The next time won't be tonight, young lady," he grinned. "Guess who's had it. And guess what time it is. You're going to be strolling home by dawn's early light."
"Oh say can you see... by the dawn's early light..." I was beginning to crack up from sheer fatigue, singing in a crazy wavering voice. "That... that's all, folks," I laughed. "Oh, forgive me, I'm flipping out! I'm going to put my clothes on and straggle home. This party's too rough!"
They helped stuff my sweaty body into my skirt and blouse and they both kissed me very tenderly at the front door.
"We'll watch until we see you turn up your walk, Penny," Eve told me, patting my tired little bottom. "It's been a wonderful night."
I just nodded, my eyes suddenly all misty. The walk home wasn't long. I floated like a tiny feather in the night breeze.
Chapter Four
I slept late Sunday morning -- very late. When I woke up and started to stretch I groaned like an old lady with arthritis. I had to laugh at myself. "If fucking ages a girl this fast, I'll be ready for Forest Lawn before school starts again." I had to pee so bad I was afraid to move.
The bathroom door was shut tight. I pounded on it, screaming, "Save me! Save me! I'll flood the floor! Who's in there?"
After what seemed like an eternity, my older sister Lauri opened the door a crack. I pushed my way in and squatted on the toilet. On the way in I received a quick flash of her naked body as she pulled her robe around her. Was I mistaken, or did I see a hairless pussy between her legs?
She stood there, tapping her foot impatiently on the tile floor. "Are you going to pee the rest of the day away, or do I get some privacy?" she complained.
I deliberately took twice as long to finish. Sometimes she bugs me with her older sister-little kid attitude. She always gets straight A's. I get C's, if I'm lucky. She can twist my daddy around her little finger, but I have to plead and cry and storm all over the house just to get my allowance bumped up another two bits.
I just sat there and let my eyes wander all over the room, whistling softly. There was a razor lying on the edge of the bowl, with black hairs sticking to it. A little light turned on in my head.
I reached out quickly and flipped her robe open. I was right! Her cunt was as bare as a baby's.
"O.K. Lauri, what's the story?" I demanded. "How come your pussy looks like it's ten years old?"
"You are too young to understand about such things," she replied tartly. "What do you care if I shave?"
"I don't," I told her. "You can paint it red if you want to. Just curious."
"Nosy, you mean." Now that I'd seen her, she let her robe hang open. Her full tits stuck out boldly as she began to brush her hair. That was another thing about her that pissed me off. She had tits out to here! And she was only two years older than me.
"Come on, Lauri," I teased her. "I'm not that young any more. Try me. Why do you risk whacking your cunt off, just to have a bare pussy?" She hesitated, and then she moved over close to me and lowered her voice. "Because it feels so neat when Jack kisses me down there."
"Jack?" I asked. Was she fooling around with our brother?
"Jack Graves -- you know. He works in the Texaco station next to the batik."
"Oh!" I said, relieved somehow that she wasn't getting something from our brother that I wasn't.
She apparently decided to take me into her confidence. "Penny, when he licks me and there's no hair in the way, I just about go ape. So does he. He shaves, too!"
"Weird," I muttered. "Positively weird! I waited forever for my cunt hair to grow. I wouldn't shave it off for Paul Newman. Well, maybe for him I would."
"You just feel that way because you've never had a boy go down on you," she told me, standing right in front of me and stroking her soft pussy skin.
"How do you know what I've done with a boy?" I asked her. "You know, you've never told me any of your secrets. Up to now. And I haven't told you any, either."
"Feel me. Go ahead. It won't bite," she teased me. I reached out and brushed fingers over her pouting cunt lips. She shivered a little and her hands cupped her breasts. Her stiff nipples poked out at me between her fingers.
"You turn on fast," I grinned at her.
"I was thinking about Jack while I shaved my cunt," she whispered to me. "We have a date this afternoon. For a picnic at Carter's Creek."
"Guess what Jack's going to eat," I laughed, patting my pussy dry.
"Right! Me! Oh, Penny, wait until you fall in love! There's nothing in the world like the feelings you get."
"I'm in no hurry," I told her. "This chick isn't going to tie up with just one boy. There are too many hard cocks out there, just waiting for me."
"How shocking!" she clucked, knotting her robe around her waist. "Well I'm not going to spread my legs for just any stiff cock that comes along. If you want to make like a nymph, that's your business."
She huffed out of the bathroom, on her way to grass stains on her butt and a boy's hot mouth on her bare pussy. I promised myself to look up the word nymph in my dictionary. It sounded nice to me.
I fiddled around in my bedroom, trying to get my head together. It was still packed full of erotic memories of fucking around with Leland and Eve. I stood in front of my big mirror and absently ran my fingers through my fluffy cunt hair. I had watched myself grow up in that mirror. Along the edge were marks I'd put down, to record my height as the years crept by. Now I was five-foot-four, and the body I was staring at in the glass looked pretty good to me! I had round brown eyes and light golden brown hair that twisted into two pigtails sticking out to the sides so my neck would be cooler. My skin was clear, finally. And my boobs swelled out so nicely I couldn't keep from cupping them and bouncing them a little. My nipples rose up under my fingers and crinkled out so stiff I thought I could hang my panties on them if I wanted to. My cuntlips were full and pinkish. I didn't have to look too hard to see my cunt standing up in my fur. I was wet. I guessed I'd be wet a lot from now on. It seemed to me that almost overnight, I'd turned into a passionate woman. I was no longer waiting for my nerves to start sparking the sexy little messages I was getting now as my fingertips traced over my boobs and down over my belly to my cunt.
I pulled a chair up to the mirror and sat down and spread my legs wide. I took a hard look at myself. Now, when I opened my legs, my cuntlips opened up a bit too. Leland had made that change! I teased a finger up into my cunt and nearly fell off the chair with surprise at how quickly my pussy grabbed it and held it tight inside me. That would feel fantastic around a boy's cock! I thought I made my hips move, like I was fucking. But just for a second. Too much! Wow! In a flash I'd gotten myself so damn turned on all I could think of was fucking. I began to understand why Lauri got so hot thinking about her date with Jack. But I still couldn't see the point in shaving a cunt so bare. My hair was long but kind of sparse. I could see through it like it wasn't even there. And it was so soft it didn't get in the way of the zingy feelings I got from my fingertips teasing between my wet cunt-lips.
Enough! Get dressed, you dummy, I told myself. Go out and get laid. You have a whole summer to mess around with before school starts again in September. I was starting to sweat, but not from the July heat. I was just plain hot to fuck!
I didn't know if I was glad or sad when I spotted the note Mom had tucked in the edge of my dresser mirror. "Gracie Adams bumped into me at the market. She wants you to baby sit tonight -- 8:30. I told her you'd be there. Luv, Mom."
Instantly I began to think about Chuck Adams, her husband. He was just about the best looking guy on our block -- six feet tall, blonde, muscular. He was deeply tanned from working on roofs, as an expert shingler. I wondered if they were swingers or if they were square. They had a baby boy, old enough to sleep the night through, though I figured she was still nursing him. I guessed Chuck was about twenty-six and Grace no older. They had a neat home with a pool and a big patio and a fantastic collection of rock records. It wouldn't be a bad evening. If it got too dull, I could get on the horn and gossip with some of my girlfriends and catch up on who was getting it from who.
I decided to push my door shut and take a nap for a while. I had the feeling something sexy was going to happen to me tonight. Or was it just wishful thinking? I drifted off to sleep with my finger in my cunt, thinking about sneaking into the pool bare-assed, and swimming in the moonlight. I guess I was still bushed from my last babysitting job, because when I woke up it was almost dark outside.
I picked out the thinnest cotton dress I could find in my closet. It had buttons all down the front. It was so short I debated with myself about putting some panties on. I decided the heck with them. I wanted what breeze there was around to blow on my hot cunt.
When Gracie came to the door she looked at me, surprised. "Penny! Didn't your sister tell you we cancelled?"
That dum-dum Lauri! Her head was so full of thoughts of Jack sucking her cunt, she never told me Gracie had called.
"Come in a minute anyway, Penny," Gracie told me. "We were going to a meeting of the Contractor's Club, but the speaker got rear-ended in his VW."
"I'll bet that was painful!" I cracked.
She looked at me blankly for a second, and then she got it. "Penny! Shame on you!" She laughed so hard her milk-full breasts jiggled half out of the tiny bikini top she was wearing. She settled them back in while she led me through the house to the patio. "Anyway," she continued, "After his accident I guess he wanted to keep his sore bottom at home, so the meeting was cancelled." She giggled, rubbing her curvy ass. "Could anybody really manage to get butt-fucked in the back seat of a VW, Penny?" she kidded.
"I've never tried, Gracie, but I guess where there's a will, there's a way. So you are staying home?"
"Yes. We decided to have a barbeque and just mess around on the patio tonight. Please stay and have something to eat with us. It's the least I can do for you, since I guess I messed your evening. Did you maybe cancel a date to sit for us?"
"No, Gracie. And I'm not mad. Hi, Chuck!"
"Hey, Penny! How about a juicy hamburger and a cool Coke?" It took me a minute to find my voice again. Chuck was poking the coals and blowing on the fire, but that wasn't what I was staring at. He had on just a terry wrap-around, open at the side. It was real short. I could see the white edge of his butt where his tan ended. Better than that, the material fell forward when he bent over, and I had a clear view of his sturdy cock resting on top of two full, hairy balls.
"That-that would be great!" I told him. "What can I do to help?"
"Just sit a spell and chat with us, Pen. The burgers are almost burned enough."
He waved his arms around in the cloud of smoke rising from the grill, making his cock swing under his wrap-around. "I don't know, Grace. You have a brand new range in the kitchen and every device known for sophisticated cookery, and here we are scorching our food over a fire like cave men."
"Well, this was your idea Chuck," Gracie laughed, pulling me down beside her on a big double lounge and thrusting a frosty Coke in my hands. "I would just as soon call the deli and have them whip over with the food. I think we can persuade Penny to stay for the evening, if we're nice to her. She didn't know your meeting was cancelled."
"Oh. Sorry about that Penny." He peered at me through the smoke, and then moved off to one side of the grill. I was sitting with my knees up and my legs slightly apart. I knew he could see my cunt hair, but I didn't let on I knew he was looking between my thighs. "Well Gracie, we'll just have to think of some fun things to do. And I think we should pay you anyway, Penny."
"Wait till you see how much I can eat," I laughed. "I'll owe you money!"
"You can't beat home-burned burgers," he laughed, pulling up a chair opposite us. He crossed an ankle over his leg. My view was terrific! Gracie noticed, too.
"Chuck," she told him, "your popularity is showing!"
He just laughed, but he didn't move a muscle. "Well, so far she hasn't fainted, Grace. I think she's seen a man's cock before. You have a brother don't you Pen?"
"He's not built as nice as you," I blurted out. I let my legs drift open a little wider, just to see what would happen.
He grinned at me, and I saw his cock begin to swell a little. "Would you like to go skinny-dipping in the pool after chow?" he asked me softly.
"Chuck!" Gracie protested.
"Sure I would," I replied very quickly. "I'll bet the water's super nice! And it always seemed dumb to me to get dressed to go swimming."
Gracie smiled at me, her eyes taking in my stiff nipples poking out at Chuck through my thin dress. "I was just thinking about Carter's Creek, Chuck, I was about her age when I met you there."
"Were you swimming bare-assed?" I asked her.
"Not when we first met. But about a half hour later, yes!" she laughed. "Chuck was super smooth and persuasive. He made it all seem so right and so sensible. You can really zip through the water when you don't have a soggy wet suit dragging you down. Penny wait and you'll see!"
"Let's eat. Right now!" I urged Chuck.
"Marvelous idea," he laughed. "Soup's on!"
"Well, I'm not going to get hamburger drippings all over my new bikini top," Gracie said. "Besides, I'm so full of milk this thing is killing me." She slipped it off and stood up, heading for the kitchen and the burger trimmings. Her full tits bounced delightfully, and she hummed a few bars from The Stripper while she strolled across the patio.
Chuck's eyes followed her round ass through the kitchen door. "There goes one sexy wench," he grinned at me. "I'm the luckiest guy on the block. And she has so much milk, she's feeding one little boy and one big boy. I'll gain ten pounds!"
He stood up and flipped the burgers. My belly flipped right with them! He had a full hard-on. At least, it looked mighty full to me. His wrap-around stuck straight out, and he didn't mind me staring at him at all. I reached down and undid the two lowest buttons on my dress, and leaned back again.
He looked over at me. "I'm only human, you know," was all he said.
"And I'm horny," I grinned at him.
"I'd never have guessed," he teased me. "Well, we will see. Gracie... well... I never mess around this close to home. At least, I haven't up to now."
"And now?" I prompted him.
His voice was low, but it carried over to me. "Unless Gracie raises hell, I'm going to eat that beautiful pussy of yours until you scream for mercy," he promised me.
"And then?" I teased him, pushing for all the evening might be worth.
"You are something else, you little dickens," he grinned. "Are you..."
"Almost. I've done it one time," I told him honestly. "I'm still terribly tight."
"Oh Christ!" he groaned, reaching under his wrap-around. "Poor Charlie will never know what he started, getting smacked in the ass in his VW."
"I haven't done that," I told him quickly. We both broke up, laughing.
"What are you two talking about, I'm afraid to ask?" Gracie smiled as she slid a well-filled tray onto the patio table.
"Just talking about eating," Chuck grinned at her.
"Well now, let's stop talking and do it," Gracie smiled, not knowing we weren't discussing hamburgers.
Chuck put his arms around her, lifting her full jiggly breasts in his two strong hands. "Doesn't she have a gorgeous set of knockers, Penny?" he asked me.
"I'm green with envy," I told them. "But maybe for fifteen, what I have isn't too awful."
I looked at them both, smiling at me and hugging, and I slowly unbuttoned my dress all the way down, and flipped it aside.
My nipples stood up stiffly under their gaze, just like I knew they would. Chuck stood there blinking at me and licking his lips. Grace surprised me. Her nipples stiffened as hard as mine, between Chuck's fingers. Her hand dropped down to rest on his crotch.
"Isn't her little body just delightful?" she murmured to him, lifting his cock in her soft hand. "And I haven't felt you this hard since... since Carter's Creek. You want her, don't you Chuck?" she asked bluntly.
"Well."
"Chuck! The truth?"
"Well, Penny and I spoke briefly about the possibility."
She undid the one button on his wrap and slowly tugged it away. She looked down at his hard cock bobbing straight out and then she looked at me looking at it. "I'm amazed at myself, darling, but... I want her too. God! Me, a mother! Talking like a shameless lesbian."
I handed my dress to Grace. I could feel myself trembling inside. I saw no reason to try to play it cool and experienced. "I..." I swallowed real hard, clenching my fists so I wouldn't spook Gracie by reaching out for Chuck's stiff cock. "Why don't we eat? Then, maybe a cool swim..."
"Good idea," Chuck grinned, "We'll need our strength. This is going to be one helluv an evening!"
Chapter Five
The pool was heavenly cool. We were all as naked as the day we were born. Grace's full boobs floated on top of the water like soft round water wings, all silvery in the moonlight. Chuck leaned against the side of the pool, holding us both as we floated close to him. He was so tall he was well anchored, but our feet couldn't begin to touch bottom at that depth. Our bellies were full. We were relaxed, yet still hot as young foxes. At least I sure was. I didn't know where to put my hands. I figured it was up to them to start the action and I'd just follow their lead. My nipple was screaming under Chuck's teasing fingertip as he held one of my tits and one of Gracie's. His cock was hard and straight. Every so often it would brush against my leg as I floated against him.
Grace seemed as turned on as me. Her hand kept touching my bare bottom and to my surprise, her finger pushed in between my tight asscheeks to press delicately against my little brown hole. This was a new sensation for me. Had Eve touched me there? Or Leland? I was so hot my mind was blank.
Grace's finger was driving me mad. I opened my legs wide and pushed my butt back aginst the pressure of her hand. I felt her fingers slip forward as her hand cupped my pussy. I was so wet her finger slid right into my cunt-hole with just the slightest little push.
I looked at her, close beside me. Her eyes were half closed and her lips were parted. She really knew how to finger-fuck a hot cunt! My arms went around Chuck's neck. He felt my hips moving with little trembly jerks. He knew damn well what Gracie was doing to me under the water. I could not hold off any longer. My hands slid up his leg and closed like a vise around his cock. He wasn't as big as Leland. That made me happy. I could handle him! I knew it! He was younger and stronger than Leland, and I was putting out so much love juice that when Grace pushed my legs apart a bit more and floated me up tight against him, his cock slipped into my cunt so neatly I gasped. I shuddered so hard the water rippled all around us.
I could feel Gracie's hand stroking his slick cock as he slid in and out of me. Every so often her finger would slip up and rub over my clit and then her hand would drift away and hold him tightly as his love-pole throbbed and jumped in me.
I was half out of my head, I was so hot. Jillions of wild sensations zipped up through me, from all the loving attention my tight pussy was getting. I felt her finger slide into me, right beside his cock, and then ease out and press against my butt-hole.
To my surprise I was able to relax enough to let her work her finger part way into me. It felt so strange! Nice. Different. I wondered if she'd like me to do that to her. Maybe, since Chuck wasn't terribly thick-cocked, she loved to be fucked up the ass. If she did, I'd be sure to see it happen before too long.
My legs went around his body, pulling me to him hard as I could. The position made my butt-hole tight, my muscles clamped down on her finger and start pulsing with a deep, hard rhythm. I could not keep from coming! I kissed him so hard my lips almost bled. His cock grew rigid as iron in me. I felt my cunt working on him as my orgasm knocked me for a loop! He didn't come, but I didn't want him to, anyway.
"That's one for you, Penny," Grace nuzzled against my ear. "Now I want one. But not here in the pool. Up on the lounge. And I want that hard cock up my ass, Chuck. All the way!"
I heaved my shaking body up over the edge of the pool and collapsed on a big soft towel. They moved fast! Chuck lay on the lounge and she lay on top of him, face up. His cock slid right into her asshole! I knew for sure she loved it that way and had taken him in her butt probably as much as he'd fucked her in her pussy. She moaned and ground her hips down against him, gripping the lounge rails and bucking like a wild colt. She came almost right away! I didn't know a woman could get off that way, but then there was one hell of a lot I didn't know about sex.
She simmered down a little and just lay there, breathing hard, with his rigid cock almost completely inside her butt. "Penny," she whispered. "Please. Kiss my pussy."
I didn't need a second invitation. I fell on her like I was the lez she was afraid she was. I parted her cuntlips and sucked on her clit like mad. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned, over and over again, gripping her tits so hard the milk spurted out all over her chest. She grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up over her. Her mouth closed over my pussy. I started to come almost right away, from the strong suction. My second come made my legs so weak and wobbly I half fell off her and sprawled out on the big towel on the pool deck.
I heard Chuck grunt, lifting her up, and then they both tumbled into the pool with a gigantic splash. They came up laughing and spouting water like playful seals. Chuck was hard, his cock shiny clean and glistening in the moonlight. He struggled up onto a big float and drifted around on the surface with his cock up like a submarine periscope.
"I know what he'd like," Grace smiled at me.
"Don't you?"
"Uh-huh," I grinned. "Shall we?"
We floated him over to the shallow end of the pool, so we could stand up and suck him at the same time. "MMmmmmm. Oh, Geez! I've died and gone right up to heaven," Chuck moaned.
I watched Gracie's teeth nipping him and her mouth taking every inch of his cock and sucking on him so hard her cheeks sucked in. Then she passed his cock over to me and I tried to do exactly the same thing to him. Then we each took a side, licking furiously up and down his cock-shaft. Grace would turn him to one side every now and then, jacking him off with full, hard strokes, while kissing me and running her quick tongue into my mouth. I'd thought Eve was a sexy female. Hell! Gracie made her seem like a Sunday school teacher. She did exactly what she wanted to, without any reservations, and whatever she did she did it super good. She turned me on and kept me on, and it didn't even seem strange to me to respond strongly to a woman kissing and tonguing me.
I looked at her hand pounding Chuck's cock -- unmercifully, it seemed to me. "Doesn't he ever come?" I whispered to her.
"When he's good and ready -- not a second before. That's what's so wonderful about my man. He can go half the night without blowing his wad. Even when he does, he stays up just as hard as he is now!"
"No wonder you brought him back from Carter's Creek and kept him for your own," I told her. "If I had a boyfriend, I'd want him to be just like Chuck."
"Wait until he decides it's time to fuck you on the lounge, Penny. You ain't felt nuthin' yet," she giggled. "Darling, my ass is plumb tuckered," she told her husband. "How about a break and some hot coffee and donuts?"
"Spear six on my cock, and watch me dunk!" Chuck laughed. "Do I get my coffee with natural cream?"
"Good heavens! It must be way past Chuckie's feeding time," she said. "We've been having so much fun I temporarily forgot I'm a mother with a hungry kid."
"And husband!" Chuck teased her, squeezing her full fits.
"After him, you're first," she told him. We all trooped into the house, dripping all over their rugs. It was all I could do to walk straight, my knees were so rubbery. I was impatient to get under Chuck on that lounge, and feel his stiff cock rubbing against my pussy walls again.
But I was kind of glad we were taking a breather. It was nice to sit naked in the cool night, sipping roaring hot coffee and nibbling on home-baked donuts while Gracie breast fed her little boy. I knew I'd get all the screwing my pussy could handle before I left their house. It was all the more exciting to sit and think about it and eye Chuck's strong cock laying against his leg. I was learning that relaxing makes sex even better. I felt like I'd known Grace and her husband for years, they were such fun people -- really easy to be with.
I threw my leg over the arm of my chair and shifted it a bit so the kitchen light fell on my wet pussy. Chuck's eyes sparkled. He reached down and began playing with his cock, without any embarrassment at all, and watching my finger roll around on my erect clit while I sipped my coffee.
"You are one sexy little bitch, Penny," he smiled.
"Chuck, such language," Gracie protested.
"Well, she is. How come the neighborhood gossip never brought us the word that we have a nymphette living on our block?"
"I just came out, like they say," I smiled at him.
"I told you before, I've only had one man."
"One boy?"
"No. A man. Older than you." I didn't want to say anything more. "Older, but not better. Gracie you are so lucky!"
She shifted the baby up against her shoulder and patted his back. "You are the first female I've loaned him to, Penny. At least, the first that I've known about. The first one here. In our patio. I think he can handle two pussies O.K., don't you?"
"Speaking of two," Chuck cut in. "Now that he's fed, is it my turn at the twin fountains?"
She grinned at him. "Promise not to suck as hard as you did last night? My nipples are still tender."
"Let's go into the bedroom. Come on, Penny. No, don't take your finger out of your cunt. That drives me wild, seeing you play with yourself that way. Let's all hit the sack!"
Their bedroom was simply beautiful. It made mine look like a dumb little broom closet. It was done in warm pastel colors, with thick rugs and mirrors on the walls, and best of all, to my excited eyes, two silver-soft lights at the head of the bed, shining on the silky sheets. Gracie put Chuckie in his little bed beside their king size one, and checked his diapers.
"You two go ahead," she told us. "I don't see how this child can drink one cup of milk and pee two quarts. I'll change him and be with you in a jiffy."
Before she had pushed a dry diaper under Chuckie, his father had pushed his hard cock into me. "Oohhff!" I gasped. He hit bottom in one stroke. He lifted my legs, holding them up and open and pressed back against my body. In the light from the little lamps on the headboard I could see his rigid cock sliding into my pink pussy. He stroked me really hard for a minute, getting his cock slippery wet with my cunt juice, and then he changed his pace. He drew back until only the tip of his cock was in me. Then he gently and easily fucked me with just the head of his stiff prick. He was so strong he held me exactly where he wanted me with no effort at all. He teased me, letting me have just the very end of his cock, back and forth and back and forth, until I began to sob and beg him to shove it in deeper.
My hands clutched the sheets. I began to sweat like mad, whimpering and trying with all my strength to shove against him so I'd get more of him inside me. He relented a bit. Every third stroke he'd ram home, and then pull back again so my cunt seemed emptier and hungrier than ever.
"Chuck please," I pleaded. "I can't take your teasing any more. Gracie, tell him to have a heart. He's driving me bananas. Push on his bottom, please. Make me have all of him!"
Now he began to slide deeper into me with every stroke. He kissed me on my mouth, nibbled my ear lobes, licked my stiff aching nipples, caressed my fits and the sensitive inside of my thighs, making me gasp and tremble and shiver like I was freezing to death. He grabbed my hips and began puffing me tighter to him, every time his cock bottomed in my spasming cunt. He opened my pussy lips and ground himself hard against me, making my clit scream with pleasure. I never knew I could feel so many wonderful sensations at the same time! I couldn't sort them out. I felt that all of me -- every inch -- was being made love to. Not just being fucked, but being loved.
My mouth was so dry I couldn't have spit even fluff. I could feel my cunt seeming to pour out gallons of love juice. It trickled down between my ass cheeks and glistened on his hairy balls. All of a sudden he raised my butt up in the air a little higher. I felt the head of his cock press against my asshole. On the next stroke he was in my back door, to the hilt. And then he stopped. He stopped! That stinker. I opened my mouth to complain, but then I felt his thumb begin to rub my clit. That did it for me! A huge red wave of orgasm swept over me like the surf crashing against rocky cliffs. I felt my body go rigid under his firm hands pressing me down against his upthrusting cock imbedded in my butt... and then I guess I must have passed out completely!
The first sensation I felt, when the red mist began to clear, was from a soft mouth sucking on my nipples. Then my cunt nerves seemed to come alive! I felt the steady pressure of Chuck's hard cock reaming into me. I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me, his expression very loving, but strained and intent. He was so hard he felt like a steel rod in my pussy. I knew instantly he was going to come. My cunt clamped down on him with insistent ripples of strength. Grace sensed what was happening to me. Her mouth went wild on my tits, licking me and sucking my nipples until I thought they'd break right off in her mouth.
Somehow I got my finger in her cunt and felt her squeeze it in perfect rhythm with Chuck's plunging cock pushing into me so hard I thought he'd split me in two. My little gasping moans were echoed by Grace as her hands pressed down on mine, making me finger-fuck her so hard I must have almost hurt her, it seemed we all came at the same split second. Chuck jerked and throbbed in me! I felt his hot load spurt into the very bottom of my cunt. Gracie doubled up beside us, her body shaking as hard as mine.
Chuck eased out of me, his cock raking up over my swollen red clit and wavering around. But it was just for a moment as Gracie's mouth closed over it. Her head bobbed up and down frantically as she sucked him and bit him and licked him and then grabbed him with both her hands and jacked him off like crazy. She seemed to have lost all control! She was a wild woman, sucking her man and moaning while I squeezed her breasts till the milk spurted out all over all of us.
I rolled out of the way. She threw herself on him, jamming his still-hard prick into her cunt, mounting him and screwing him in a frenzy of bed-rattling passion. Her hips pounded against his. Her fingernails dug into his strong muscles. Her hair tossed around, half covering her flushed face and her round, shining eyes. "Come, damn it, come, come, come," she kept chanting, fucking him harder and harder, every muscle in her body bulging in her drive for her orgasm. She suddenly lay out flat on him, circling him with her arms, her hips pounding against him so hard and fast they rolled right off the bed and hit the carpet. They rolled over against the wall and kept right on fucking! I thought I got hot! She showed me up for the beginner I really was!
She suddenly came up on her feet, squatting over him, slamming her cunt up and down on him like a drop hammer, her fingers raking her clit so fast her hand was just a blur. Her face was red as fire! "Come in me, come in me, right now. NOW, NOW, NOW!" she choked out in a voice that didn't sound like hers at all.
I saw Chuck's cock swell up incredibly red and stiff. He groaned, a deep shuddering animal-like snarling groan, and then his balls scrunched up and poured an agonizing load in her wet, slippery, clenching cunt. When she felt him blast off, she simply collapsed on him, grinding her pussy in tight little circles, squeezing every drop out of him. Then she tumbled off his sweat-drenched body and curled up in a little ball on the carpet, biting her knuckles and crying buckets. But not sad tears, they were tears of relief and joy! It seemed forever before her body stopped twitching and jerking. Finally she let a long sigh escape her lips. She rolled over on her back to look up at me as I gazed down at her flushed face from the bed above her.
"Whew!" she breathed. "I haven't been that hot since I don't know when, Penny. Chuck, you were wonderful! God! What a lover you are! My cunt is still on fire!"
"You're sure it's O.K.?" he asked her, rather anxiously it seemed to me. I was puzzled.
"I'm all right, honey." She struggled to her feet and stood there, weaving like she had six belts of Jack Daniels in her belly. I pulled her down beside me on the bed and held her hands in mine. Without knowing why, I was worried about her.
"It's O.K. Penny. It's just that I had such a difficult time when Chuckie was born, the doc had to do some reconstruction work inside me. Sometimes I get little pains when we fuck. But not a one tonight! We... we can't have any more kids, Pen. In fact, Chuck had a vasectomy."
"What's that mean," I asked dumbly.
Chuck looked down at his wilted cock that had done such valiant duty. "I shoot blanks, Pen. No more kids for me. Us. Or you, from me. That's why I came in your cunt without worrying about knocking you up."
"Oh!" was all I could think of to say. Dumb me. I had forgotten babies weren't found under bushes.
"I think that's all there is, for tonight," Chuck said as he grinned at me. "I'm not going to ask you if you mind, because I know you do. But you can come back again, you know. Anytime, Penny. You are one sweet little chick. We both love you. And not just for the sex."
Gracie hugged me and kissed me very sweetly. "Call us. Soon. Promise?"
"I promise," I smiled at them, both. "Guess it's time to look for my dress, unless I'm to stroll home naked..."
I got it buttoned up -- somehow -- and wobbled on shaky legs back to my little broom closet bedroom. My pussy was content temporarily.
Chapter Six
I could not get to sleep. I tossed and turned and fussed and fumed and got the hot sheets all knotted up around my naked body, but it was no use. The sandman was off somewhere on other calls.
I knew what was wrong. I wanted to fuck some more. The more cock I got, the more I wanted. And my old kid games of diddling myself into a come, and then falling off to sleep, had zero appeal for me. I was growing up too fast!
Maybe Jack is still awake, I thought. So what if he was my own brother! He had a neat cock and I'll bet I could get him to put it in me. I snuck down the hall on pussycat feet and pushed his bedroom door open. He was sprawled out naked, snoring like mad. His limp cock was hidden under both hands. Guess how he'd gotten to sleep? On the bed beside him was a girlie book, all crumpled and soggy looking. Oh, shit! He'd be grumpy if I woke him up, I knew for sure. Brothers are brothers. I swiped his magazine and took it back to my bedroom with me. Thank fortune it had some stories in it. The naked pussy shots didn't do much for me. Mine looked better anyway, I thought.
I pulled my bed lamp over close to me and looked for a bedtime story to read myself to sleep with. The one with a muscular stud holding his stiff cock, on the lead-in page, looked as good as any. He had a mirror in his bedroom, too. I fluffed my pillows and began to read.
Brad Clark viewed his image in the full length mirror. Carefully. Soberly. "Not too bad," he said aloud. "But not too good, either." The expensive suit fit like paper on the wall. His tanned skin had a healthy glow. That slight suggestion of grey at the temples was just right. The mirror picked up the rich finish of the office furnishings reflected behind him. The deep pile maroon rug and the gold drapes completed the picture of The Successful Executive. But Brad felt no particular glow of satisfaction. True -- he'd come a long way since he'd first put the deal together. And it was a simple business. Just supply what the customers wanted, run a tight ship, and the money flowed in. "Then why," Brad asked his reflection, "haven't these slacks felt the pressure of a decent erection in over a week?"
He pushed aside the drapes of his tower suite and stood moodily by the window, gazing at the lights of Reno spread out below. There had to be leaks in the system. The customers still flowed in and out of his "place of business", as he wryly referred to it, but the take at the end of the week kept dipping lower and lower. His investors had already given him warning -- up the profits or get out. And he knew they'd never let him leave in good health. He would just be quietly and completely removed from the scene. "Hell, I won't find the answers standing here and staring out this window," Brad muttered to himself. "Got to get out of here. Go someplace. Anyplace. Get my mind off the whole mess. I'll get a broad." He suddenly grinned. "And then what, Brad baby? Think you'll remember how? It has been a while..."
No time like the present. Brad stacked up the ledgers he'd been puzzling over, jammed them into the wall safe and headed for his Cad in the basement garage. He knew just where he was going -- a place he'd heard of out beyond the edge of town. No matter what happened, the evening wouldn't be wasted.
The neon sign blazed a one-word message into the desert night. "Sally's". Brad parked the Cad on the smooth blacktop surrounding a square concrete block building and ambled over toward the heavy front door, squinting in the glare of two huge floodlights mounted on the roof. He could see the dim outline of a hunched figure in a chair behind the lights. A rifle barrel swung toward him as the guard checked over the visitor. "Not a bad idea," Brad thought to himself. "Walk steady and straight, or you're stopped right here. No drunks, no trouble."
He reached for the ornate iron knocker, but the door swung inward before his hand made contact.
"Good evening. I've been waiting for you."
"Just for me?" Brad asked, smiling.
"Or someone like you," the blonde laughed. "Welcome to our little house and all its comforts. Come in and relax. If you can," she teased, slipping an arm around Brad and guiding him to the only unoccupied sofa in the huge room. Brad felt a warm hand on his leg as she nestled up to him. "This your first time here?"
"Yes," Brad replied, feeling her exploring fingers give his pulse boost. "But I see two reasons why it shouldn't be my last."
She grinned, sliding the zipper of her red velvet blouse down a bit further to reveal the fullness of her milk-white breasts. "You can feel them. They're real." Her hand guided his over the swelling mounds, her nipples hardening quickly under his inquisitive fingers. "I think I'm ready. How about you?"
"This is a little fast for me," Brad smiled. "O.K.. if I look around a bit?"
"Sure. When the urge gets stronger, just ask for Melissa." She gave his crotch an affectionate squeeze and drifted away through the crowd in the direction of the jukebox in the corner. Brad adjusted the bulge in his slacks and let his eyes rove over the customers and the girls. The place was full even though the hour was early. Someone with know-how put all this together, Brad thought as his eyes roved, over the packed room. The lights were just low enough. The music had a pulsing beat that moved the couples on the vest-pocket dance floor even closer together. A bald customer in a loud sports jacket was copping free feels on the sofa next to him, priming his pump for the night's action. Two Mutt and Jeff characters were talking earnestly to a tiny redhead, their hands busy under her short skirt, obviously pushing for a three-way party for the evening. Some weirdo had his choice up against the wall, trying to get her to stroke his exposed tool that looked like a riot club. She appeared less than enthusiastic about taking him on. As Brad watched the two with amusement, she caught his eye and made a wry face. Now that's not bad, Brad thought, taking in the way her satin gown clung to a lush figure that did more to spur his desire than had Melissa's warm hand on his cock. "Either it's her, or this super-charged atmosphere," Brad commented to himself, pushing through the crowd, "but I think she's what I came here for."
"Been looking all over for you, honey," he said, taking her arm and moving her toward the dance floor, leaving her would-be customer standing with his cock waving foolishly in the air.
"Thanks," she breathed softly, her arm encircling his neck as she pressed her soft body to him on the crowded floor. "I appreciate the rescue. That would have been too much to handle."
"Would a standard six by two be more to your liking?" Brad asked.
"Yes... even more if it were attached to a man like you. Why don't we go to my room."
"Lead the way..."
"Vickie," she smiled, revealing white teeth framed by a lush red mouth. "My room's down the hall."
Brad followed her full cheeks, undulating under the satin, down a long corridor past solid doors set in the block wall. "Mine's number twelve. In here." She closed the door and slid out of the gown with a practiced shrug. "Like what you see?"
Brad's gaze dropped from her oval face down the smooth column of her neck to two full breasts tipped with pink nipples beginning to stiffen and push toward him. The dark bush between her long thighs looked warm and inviting and Brad, could already feel her smoothly muscled legs pulling him deep into its depths.
"You don't need to answer," she smiled, her hands busy with his zipper. "I can tell you like everything you see. Me too. So far."
She filled a heavy porcelain basin with warm water and soaped his throbbing tool with warm inquisitive fingers, then rinsed him off and examined him closely. "Sorry," she shrugged. "House rules."
"And how do I know you're O.K.?" Brad asked.
"The house doc says so," she replied, gesturing toward a white card tacked to the wall above the washstand. "He checks all the girls three times a week. Any trouble and we're pulled off the roster. Let's get those bothersome clothes off shall we?"
As he undressed, Brad's mind clicked back to the reason for his night on the town, and he looked around the small room, really seeing it for the first time. It was functional, sparsely furnished, and completely without appeal -- especially after the heated atmosphere of the room he'd first entered. The walls were painted a pale yellow that did nothing to warm the light from a long florescent fixture in the ceiling. The bed was small. Clean. One chair. One washstand. There was no other furniture. Brad tossed his shorts on the chair. The damn room was a turn-off.
"What's the tariff for this entertainment?" he asked.
"Twenty bucks. Twenty minutes."
"And if I don't make it..."
"You'll make it."
"Don't be too sure," Brad replied, fishing two tens from his wallet in the pile of clothing. She slid the money into a slot on the washstand that he hadn't noticed before, and flicked a switch at the side of the stand. "Number twelve. In for twenty." There was a metallic hum, then a rasping male voice overrode the static. Brad's eyes narrowed as he took in a small grillwork set in the wall at the edge of the bed. "O.K.. Twelve. Time is on."
"What the hell was all that?" Brad asked angrily.
"Part of the system, honey," she answered. "We have to check in with Control. And check out. Don't blame me. I didn't design it. Come on to bed, lover." Brad eased his long frame onto the bed beside her, pulling her close to him, feeling her warm fingers close around him and begin their urgent teasing. He suddenly never felt less like screwing in all his life. "This place is a Goddamn fucking factory," he muttered, but he had to admire the efficiency of the setup. The pickup room had been just right, he recalled. The action out there would give a brass monkey the urge. But this room -- it was too cold and efficient. Theft wasn't possible -- the house got its money from the box in the stand, and there could be no overtime put in by anyone. He knew the medical checkout was necessary, and she hadn't handled it all that badly. Nor could he complain about the girl herself. Her body was warm to his touch, her attitude agreeable, and skill she didn't lack. He looked at his unresponsive tool in her hand and suddenly sat up on the bed.
"I can feel the damn minutes ticking off," he grunted. "I don't share your confidence about me making it under the wire. Got a vibrator?"
"No, lover. No frills here. Just straight screwing. House rules," she added quickly. "Aren't I enough?" She rolled him over on his back and sat astride him, her hips moving gently but insistently. She lifted both breasts to his mouth and teased his lips with their hard nipples. Her fingers rubbed his soft cock against the wetness between her legs. She suddenly stretched out full length on him, and reached for his mouth with trembling lips. "Please," she whispered. "You've got to make it. Control can listen to what goes on in here, anytime. It'll go on my record..."
Brad eased back and looked into two brown eyes that were brimming with hot tears. "What record?"
"They keep track of our performance. If business wasn't so steady and the money good I'd quit... I hate this place... this is only my third night here and already I'm getting strung out... I get turned on but never satisfied. If you can imagine what the frustration does to someone like me."
Brad looked up into the tear stained eyes, feeling a quick compassion for another human being with problems that made his own seem much less important. He pulled her close to him and stroked her soft back with gentle fingers, feeling her body tremble and her hips press against his. "Forget this damn system," he murmured. "Forget Control and that damn intercom and the lousy lights. Everyone's got troubles. They have to be put aside for moments like this."
She sighed and Brad could feel her tension easing. "You're right. Let's not think about trying to make it. It will happen. You know, you're quite a guy. What's a nice man like you doing in a place like this?"
"Isn't that supposed to be my line?" Brad grinned. "Let's just say I have some business troubles I'm trying to get off my mind for a while. I wish we'd met somewhere away from the antiseptic atmosphere of this place. Who knows what might have happened?"
Vickie traced circles in the halt on Brad's chest and said quietly, "I could tell you I have tomorrow night off. And I could give you a number that would reach me. I'm sure you'd be more up to the occasion at my place than in this factory as you call it."
"I'd like that!"
"You'll have my number before you go, but before you go, you have to come," she smiled.
"House rule?"
"House rule." They both laughed. Brad could feel himself responding to the touch of her hand. Vickie tried to cover his growing rod with both hands, without success. "What were you saying a while ago about a standard six by two?" she asked.
"I lied," Brad admitted cheerfully. "Are you angry?"
"The word is hungry," Vickie said softly. "Let's put this where it belongs." She eased him in. Slowly. Smoothly. "I can count your heartbeats, down there." She held him in a velvet grip, riding him gently, her arms sliding around his neck and her soft lips seeking his.
"You fill me so full," she breathed. "I..."
The rasp of the intercom filled the room. A bored mechanical voice said, "Twelve. Time's up."
"Oh, Christ," Brad groaned. "Tell that ass to get lost! Dig another twenty out of my wallet, shove it in that damn slot and get back here."
With shaking fingers, Vickie crammed the money into the washstand box. "Number Twelve. On for a repeat." The intercom clicked off. She slid back into bed, brushing a strand of hair away from her face in a distracted fashion. "I'm sorry. They run this fucking place with no feeling at all..."
"It's the system, Vickie. All business in this town is hard..."
"But now you're not. And we had it going so good."
"Forget it. Think about tomorrow night. We have another full twenty minutes to get in on," Brad commented dryly. "Then the money's finished and so am I. No matter what."
He pulled her closer and kissed her. "Speaking of finishing -- how did you get started in this game? And I don't want to hear the story that's always rehearsed for the customers."
She reached out for his cock. "Grabbing a man built like this turns back the clock for me. You're hung just like the first man who made it with me. My own father."
"Your father! How..."
"I was only eleven. Didn't know a thing except that I felt good under my own fingers. He'd been banging my older sister pretty regularly. One night he came home stoned, picked the wrong bedroom, and got me. I don't think he even knew the difference. I was afraid to say anything to Mom, but my sister wasn't. She really dug getting it from the old man, and she resented him passing her up for even one night. She lost anyway, cause Mom had him put away for a long stretch. By the time he got out, I was grown and gone."
"And I remind you of him?"
"Only in the way you're built," Vickie replied. "He was the first, but I think you are going to be the best... and I'm no longer just eleven years old."
Her lips sought his and her strong legs crossed over his back, pulling him deep within her. She shuddered. Her hips began a circular motion, slowly, then faster and faster until the small bed set up a rhythmic protest. The yellow walls faded away and the cold light was forgotten as Brad rode out her storm. His climax followed hers by a split second. They lay gasping for breath on the damp sheet. "If you're this good now, in this crummy place," she breathed in his ear, "tomorrow night can't come soon enough for me!"
"Or me," Brad replied softly. He tried to stand up on suddenly weak legs, and fumbled into his clothes. "You need not see me out. I know the way."
"It's the least I can do for you," Vickie smiled. "Besides..."
Brad grinned. "I know! House rules."
Together they walked the long hall and into the nearly empty reception room. She touched a concealed button on the heavy door and the lock released with a firm click.
"I think this moment is the start of better times for both of us," Brad smiled. "I'll call you."
He fingered the slip of paper she'd given him, walking slowly through the soft night air to his waiting car. Inside, three pairs of female eyes searched his face and three voices poured out a torrent of questions... "What kept you so long, Boss?"
"Couldn't get it off, Brad?"
"You of all people?"
"What did she have that we don't have, and how do we get it?"
Brad eased into his seat and switched the engine into life. "Relax, girls. I've got it now. Tonight I've learned all I need to know to make our own little business run better than ever!"
I lay there, wide awake still, thinking about Brad and Vickie. The fact that a girl fucked for money didn't mean she wasn't a real human being too, with troubles like any woman. I sighed to myself. I needed someone like Brad -- right now. But where, at this hour of the early morning, was I going to find a hard cock?
Chapter Seven
Maybe a warm shower would help, I thought. Without bothering to slip into my robe, I went down the hall to the bathroom. The light was on and the door was partway open. I pushed on it and peeked in.
My daddy was standing in the middle of the room. He looked all sleepy and half-way grumpy, kind of huddled in his robe, and he seemed to be staring strangely at the shower. He heard the door squeak and looked over at me standing naked in the doorway.
"Mornin' pumpkin," he smiled, his eyes sweeping over my boobs and resting, a little long I thought, on the patch of hair between my legs. "You can't sleep either?"
I sat on the toilet, my knees together rather primly for someone who suddenly felt oddly quivery and warm inside. I couldn't even tinkle, at first. I felt my nipples popping up firm and crinkly, and it was only my own daddy looking at me!
"No, Daddy. It's so hot. I figured I'd take a shower. I'm sorry I barged in on you. I thought the whole family would be asleep."
"Guess they are. Lucky people," he grinned at me. "Well, here I am, standing here like a dunce. Trying to figure out how to take a shower."
I looked at him, real stupid-like. "Well," I kidded him. "It's sort of simple. You take your robe off, turn the water on, soap your body all over and then rinse yourself squeaky clean."
"I hate a smart-ass," he laughed. "The problem is, oh Naked One, that I was working on the pickup truck yesterday and like a dope, I spilled battery acid on my hands. Like a bigger dope, I didn't stop to rinse them off. They didn't begin to hurt until the damage had been done. Battery acid cooks the hell out of your flesh. Now my hands are so tender I can't bear to touch a thing."
He held his hands out to me, palm up. They were all swollen and red and irritated looking. I felt so sorry for him I jumped up off the pot and put my arms around him and hugged him tight. "Oh, Daddy, they look so sore! Isn't there something we can put on them?"
"I tried everything I could find in the medicine chest. Guess it will take a day or so for them to heal up by themselves. But in the meantime, I'm mighty crummy and sweaty feeling?"
"I can give you a shower, Daddy," I told him, tugging at the belt on his robe. "Please. Let me help you. O.K.?"
"Mmmmm, I dunno," he looked at me, doubtfully. "That's another reason I'm awake at this hour... I'm horny as hell. Your mom was beat and went right off to sleep last night. I know you are my daughter, but you are also a younger duplicate of her. Suppose I get a hard-on?"
"Why, Daddy," I kidded him, tugging his robe down over his shoulders. "I guess I would just have that much more to wash for you. Would it embarrass you to get an erection in front of me?"
"Yes," he said flatly.
"Embarrassment is never fatal," I told him firmly, becoming more and more turned on at the thought of running my hands all over his strong body. His cock looked just like Jack's. Of course it would, you dummy, I told myself. But it was thicker, and very, very strong looking.
"Everyone else is asleep," I told him, pushing him into the shower. "And if your daughter gets you excited, she'll never tell a soul."
Who else had I promised never to breathe a word about sexy messing around? Penny, you devil, I thought. Your own father! Why was my pussy suddenly very moist inside? I loved my daddy, of course, like I loved Mom. But I had never thought about him in a sexual way. Not consciously, anyway. Now...
I got the water going, mixed just right. "Hold your hands away from your body," I suggested. "Try to keep them dry. Now, where's that soap?"
He let me do his back and his bottom and the back of his legs, without complaint. But when I tried to turn him around, he kind of balked. "... sorry about this, Pen," he mumbled. My eyes dropped down to his cock. My belly flipped like mad! He was out stiff and straight! And bobbing up and down!
"Move back a little, Daddy," I teased him. "This shower isn't built for three." I stood real close to him, soaping his broad chest and his belly. I couldn't wait a second longer. I looked him right in the eye. "Is it all right if I..."
He made a funny face. "Well, it won't get any harder. Just go easy, will you?"
He was wrong. He did get harder! And I couldn't take it easy. I got my hands real soapy and lathered his cock and his heavy balls, rubbing him very slowly, feeling his cock so alive in my hands it was a little scary.
"Oh Christ!" he moaned, "This is murder! Penny, you better stop. Let me rinse off."
"Daddy," I whispered. "I can't stop. Not now. OOoooooh! You are so hard and so beautiful and so strong. I can feel every beat of your heart down there!"
"It's so damn loud in my ears it's a wonder the racket doesn't wake your mother up. That's all we'd need. For her to come in here and find you playing with your own father's cock -- and him so damn weak he doesn't have the guts to make you stop. Penny, for God's sake. Please. No... oh! No. No. No. No. Je-sus! Who taught you to suck on a man's cock that way? Oh, shit! This is terrible! No, it's wonderful. But it's wrong, Pen. Daughter's aren't supposed to lick their own daddy's cock... Oh damn... just one more second..."
I fell right down on my knees, half drowning under the stream of water splashing all over us and the bathroom, not caring who might stroll in and see me sucking and sucking on my father's lovely stiff cock. He could not keep his hips still. I had to back away a little to keep him from choking me with the wide end of his plunger. His hands waved in the air helplessly. His face was a deep red and he was almost gasping for breath. "Stand up!" he suddenly commanded me. "Get a grip on that thing. Pump it! Pump it! My balls are killing me! Why won't that thing blow off? Both hands... yes... that's the way. Harder. Harder! Oh, hell's fire! Now we are in trouble. Look who's here!"
I tried to brush the wet hair out of my eyes while still holding onto his cock. My mom was standing in the bathroom, clutching her robe to her bosom, her eyes round as dinner plates.
"What on earth is going on in here?" she asked. "I heard the shower running and found myself all alone in bed, and... Penny, you little devil! That's MY cock you're jacking off!"
I didn't know what the heck to do, but I instinctively knew if I gave her time to think, we could get into a really heavy scene, right there in the family bathroom.
"Oh, Mommy!" I cried but. "I'm so glad you woke up!" I really wasn't, at all. No way! And for some perverse reason I would not let go of his hard cock. "Daddy needed a shower something awful, but his hands are burned and I offered to help him and now he hurts so much in his cock you've just got to help him."
I reached out for her with one hand and half-dragged her up close to us under the shower. I grabbed her hand and wrapped it firmly around his cock and made it go up and down on him. Her robe fell open and her full tits pushed out, her nipples up as hard as mine.
"But... but Penny, I can't... not right in front of my own daughter!"
"Yes, you can, Mom," I pleaded, holding his rigid cock up to her mouth. "Please. Do it for Daddy. He's in such pain."
"Well, I suppose if it's all right with your father..." I pushed her head closer to his cock and watched her open her mouth and expertly lick that wide, red head. In a moment her robe had slipped off her shoulders and she was sucking on him like crazy, almost as turned on as her horny daughter.
To my astonishment, it went on and on! My daddy just got stiff as an iron girder, but he couldn't, or wouldn't come! He wanted, so desperately to touch my mom, to hold her tight to him and pump his hips like mad while he held her head tightly, but his hands hurt so much they just waved around -- like his cock, when my mom finally struggled to her knees and pulled him out of the shower. She looked at me for a second. I could sense the wheels turning in her head, but she was so hot at all the unexpected action, her brakes wouldn't hold.
"You started all this," she told me. "You might as well come along and see the end of it, too. Oh! Today's horny children," she exclaimed. But I knew she wasn't half as mad as she was pretending to be.
Nobody dried off. We just practically ran down the hall to their bedroom. I thoughtfully shut the bolt on their door behind me. They hit the sack as fast and hard as Chuck and I had when we fell madly in bed.
My mom guided my father's rigid cock into her furry cunt and wrapped her legs around his waist, just like a hot teenager. "Awwggguhlih!" she groaned when she felt his cock slam into her pussy.
If it bothered her to have me slip into bed beside her and watch her fuck, she showed no sign at all. In fact, she didn't even pull her hand away when I took it and put it down between my shaking legs. I couldn't help myself. It was so damn exciting to see them fucking, I had to get myself into the act somehow.
I sat up and swiveled around, so my cunt was facing her. I put her finger right up inside me, and felt her instinctively begin to push it in and out of my soaking pussy while I leaned back and peeked past her leg at my father's hard cock reaming her fuck-hole.
Her pussy looked very much like mine! In my mind, her finger in me was my daddy's long cock fucking me. I was moaning as loudly as her now. Our hips were swinging with the same steady, horny beat. The bed springs began to chirp a steady protest as we got into a really mad fuck scene that made me so Goddamn hot that wild red haze began to film my vision, just like it had with Chuck.
It could probably never happen again, the way it did that night. All three of us came at the same moment, like some sex-fiend-god had flipped a big master switch on our fuck-organs. I heard my daddy groan like he was having a baby, instead of a come. My mom let out a choking gasp and her hand squeezed my hot cunt so hard I almost peed all over it. We lay there, for the longest time, scrunched up on the bed together, shaking and wheezing for breath like we had just been rescued from a riptide.
My mom was the first to find her voice. "I cannot believe this! I simply WILL NOT believe this! What have we been doing? Good Lord save us!" She kissed my daddy hard for a long, long time. When she came up for air, she turned her head and looked at her naked daughter sitting beside her. Then she looked back at Daddy. "I haven't had such a wild fuck in years, darling!" The word sounded strange, coming from my mom. "Oh, Stan. We are just awful! But... it was terribly exciting, wasn't it?" Her eyes were all sparkly.
"That's an understatement," he grinned at her, lovingly. "Talk about the shot heard round the world!"
"Tell me!" she laughed. "I was the target. And you made a direct hit!"
My daddy eased off her hot body and lay next to me. His cock was still more than half-hard. Even though my come had really rattled my cage, I was still flaming hot. I reached out for him, laying my hand very tenderly on his cock, watching my mom closely for any frown that would tell me to cool it. She looked so relaxed and happy I decided to push my luck a little. I started to stroke his cock with little soft touches of my fingertips.
"What are you doing, you little sex fiend?" My mom ginned at me. "Like I tried to tell you in the bathroom, that's MY cock you are playing with."
"Oh hell," my father grinned at her. "Let the child fool around with it if she wants to. The damage is done, anyway. You know," he said, kissing my mother on her flushed cheek, "She has the same gentle touch that you had, the first time you put your hand in my fly at Carter's Creek."
"The creek!" I blurted out. "That must be the sexiest place in all of Angeles Forest!"
"What do you mean, Penny?" my mom asked, watching her husband's cock getting firmer and firmer under her daughter's fingers.
"Well..." I hesitated, not knowing how much to blab about what I had heard of happening at the creek. "That's where Lauri goes with her boyfriend," I said.
"All, that crazy Lauri," my daddy muttered, "Her and her shaved pussy."
"How do you know she shaves her cunt, Daddy?" I asked abruptly.
I saw him flick a glance at my mom. She sort of bit her lip and looked off into space. I sat straight up in bed, dying of curiosity, but I didn't let go of my father for one minute. "Has she been in this bed?" I demanded to know.
I got no answer from either of them. "I'm not mad," I lied. "Not really." Damn that snotty sister of mine! Was she getting that smooth cunt of hers felt up and kissed and sucked by my own father?
"Now, Penny," my mom began. "Some things are best not talked about."
"Come on, Mom," I teased, crawling up over my daddy and pressing his cock against my hot cunt. "Has Lauri had this in her? Come on. Tell me. What's fair is fair. Right?"
Neither of them would tell me one word, but my daddy, didn't push me off him, either. I went for broke! I eased my hips up, moved his cock right against my hole, and sat gently down on him. He groaned. My mom turned red as a sunset, but she just bit her lip and reached out to hold my father's hand. "If she's had this super cock in her, I can put it in me too," I announced firmly, but I was far from feeling I wasn't really pushing them pretty damn hard. I mean, I carried off fucking around with Dad in the bathroom when she walked in on us, but this amounted to -- well -- blackmail, it seemed to me. There had been things happening in my horny family that no one had let me in on. And even now I was learning things just by other things happening.
"Mmmmmm, Mommy, he feels so good inside me," I murmured to her, fucking him a little faster.
"I know, Penny. I know how his cock feels." She stared at me as I sat on top of my daddy's strong prick. I must have looked to her like a young girl who had been learning more than what was in her school books. "I'm not going to ask where you learned to fuck that way," she said.
"O.K." I told her, not missing one stroke. "And I won't ask any more questions about Lauri. Fair?"
"No," she replied. "Not exactly, but I suppose."
"Enough of this chatter," my daddy interrupted. "Get your pussy up over my mouth. That way you won't have to watch our horny daughter fucking her father's cock."
Mom sighed, but she didn't hesitate very long. She swung over him, settling her cunt on his flicking tongue and giving a shudder as her hips began to move against his mouth. I reached out to hug her. Still sitting on my daddy's stiff cock, I stroked him with wilder and wilder motions of my hips. He felt so super good in me. I wanted to come like mad, but I also wanted him to last as long as he could.
I made Mom lean back against me and I kissed her on the neck. "Don't be mad at me, please. I love Daddy just like you do. Is it so wrong to show him, this way?"
She sighed again, but she took my hands and cupped them to her soft, full breasts. "Maybe not Pen. I'm so confused. And so damn hot! It's O.K. this once. About more, we'll see. All right. Now, go get him!" She slipped off him and lay watching me. "Seeing you screw so happily on that hard fuck-rod certainly turns back the clock for me. You are as sexy and as cock-happy as I was at your age."
"Listen to Grandmother here," my daddy grinned, beginning to grow hotter in my cunt. "Did she fuck me like an ancient old crone, Pen?"
"No way, Daddy. She made you come... just like that..." I felt him stiffen even more. I eased off him and grabbed his cock in my tight fist. He spurted up at least two feet, straight into the air.
"Aagggrrhhhh!" he groaned. "Gawd damn! I'm being killed! With love!"
"If you have to go, Daddy," I grinned at him, "is there a better way?"
Chapter Eight
I was totally bushed. I slept most of the day away. My poor dad had to struggle off to work -- sore hands, limp cock and all. I don't know where Jack and Lauri had disappeared to, but the house was wonderfully quiet. I guessed Mom had gone shopping, trying to keep the cupboards stocked at least one meal ahead of our hungry horde.
The phone woke me along toward dinner time. I was so foggy in the head it took me a while to put a face with the voice on the line. It was Mr. Reed, asking me to baby sit for him and Betty. I told them, "Sure," and half drifted off to sleep again. My body was alive and so sexy-feeling all over. I found myself thinking naughty thoughts about even Mr. Reed, of all people. He was my science teacher at school. He wasn't bad looking, but he was a terribly serious person. They lived in a big two story house three blocks over from our tract in Glendale. I'd sat with Richie, their one year old boy, one time just before school closed down for the summer. The Reeds had made their home super comfy, for a family living on a teacher's salary. It must be they had at least one well-paying hobby.
I was beginning to think a lot about men. I mean, how different they were from each other. It was not just their cocks, but what made them turn on and how each one made love a little differently from any other. My furry cunt was tingly and alive now, and I guess I was feeling full of erotic self-confidence about my new ability to be pretty brazen for a fifteen year old chick whose non-virgin pussy was still so new it should be under warranty. The thought made me giggle. I tripped off into a little fantasy about turning my pussy in for a thousand-stroke checkup. "Just check my cunt and the strength of my cock-gripping muscles, please. A cooling douche and a shampoo and set for my cunt hair, also, if you have the time." Oh, wow! I was getting so horny I was cracking up.
My cunt that had been programmed to respond so well to my exploring fingers, seemed to have switched its circuits around. It still felt nice to diddle around with myself in bed, but the touch of my fingers only brought thoughts of stiff cocks fucking me. I guessed I was growing up pretty fast. And I guessed I'd better get my little dimpled butt out of the sack and get showered and fed and dressed for my sitting job.
It was going to be fun to get to know my science teacher better. Maybe I could get him to be less serious. A good start might be to dress so he could see how one of his students had grown up. I picked out a light, low-cut blouse and a tight skirt. I looked sexier than if I were naked, I figured. Were my boobs getting fuller? They sure filled my blouse! O.K. Mr. Reed, here I come!
"Penny! How nice you look! And you're here right on the dot. Promptness is a virtue," Mrs. Reed chattered through a mouthful of bobby pins. "Come in, dear. Oh, my hair is a mess!"
"It looks super to me, Mrs. Reed," I smiled at her. "And I like that blouse."
"I think you fill yours better, Penny," she laughed. "Big knockers Fred didn't get when he got me."
"Did I hear someone speak my name?" Mr. Reed rumbled in his deep voice, strolling into the living room with two cocktail glasses in his big hands. "Hello, Penny. Mmmm, you look different than the little girl in the third seat, second row from the windows."
"We were discussing blouses. And bosoms, Fred," Mrs. Reed smiled, reaching for her martini. "I was telling Pen you didn't exactly get a top-heavy female when you picked me out."
"Anything more than a mouthful is wasted anyway," Mr. Reed grinned.
"Fred! That's no way to talk in front of one of your students!"
"I'm not in the classroom now, Betty. And I mixed so many drinks trying to get these just right, I could not feel less like a teacher tonight. Penny, you look lovely and I think you should be told so. So there."
I stood up a little straighter and tucked my blouse into my skirt band. His eyes were quick to see how the neck plunged down and the tops of my tits sprang into clear view. He stood there looking at me so long that Betty tugged at his sleeve.
"Fred. Your fingers are twitching. Really!"
"And that's not all," he laughed. "Thank fortune for strong jockey shorts!"
"Fred! How many drinks have you had? Don't tell me. You have to drive and I think it's best I don't know. I worry enough about freeway traffic. We won't be late, Penny. The house is yours. The baby should sleep right through. The best TV is in the den. Remember?"
"I remember," I said to her.
"Ah! The TV. I'd better check it out," Fred commented.
His remark seemed odd to me. I followed him into the den and caught a glimpseof the screen just before he pushed the off button and slipped a recording cassette out of its holder. My belly was doing flip flops! Just before the screen went dark, I'd caught a glimpse of a naked man and a naked woman on a bed. I said nothing to Fred, and he made no remarks about what was on the cassette.
"Amuse yourself, Pen," he grinned at me. "We'll be back right after the third act. We're going to the Community Playhouse. Call us if the house burns down, or if you get an attack of the lonelies."
He expertly flipped some switches on his array of electronic equipment on the desk and along the den wall. He had everything! Recorders and tape units and cameras and huge speakers and stacks of cassettes piled everywhere. He made no comment about what he was doing and I was so busy gawking at the hi-fi shop he had, I didn't ask any questions. Little lights glowed and things hummed. He seemed satisfied with whatever he'd done, and we walked back to the living room.
"Well, I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be," Betty said. "See you a little later, Pen."
I heard their tires squeal as Fred zoomed out of the driveway. He was feeling very good, I guessed. Nothing like booze! And he was not the old sober-sides at home that he was in the classroom. I wondered what Betty had, to get a man like him. Whatever it was it didn't show. Her chest was flat as a pancake. She had nice legs, though, and a neat, tight little butt, like mine. She was about my height, too. They had whisked out of the house so quickly I didn't have much of a chance to check out something I'd been wondering about. Like, how big a bulge did Mr. Reed pack around in his slacks?
I was restless. I tried to read. TV was just dumb summer shows -- re-runs of dull old movies. I checked out the baby. He had a thumb in his mouth and he was happily dead to the world. I wandered into their huge master bedroom and got nosy. In a drawer by the side of their bed I found some very interesting things! I know a vibrator when I see one, but the large box of colorful condoms was something to explore! Each one was different. Some had little knotty warts on the end, some had, little fingers sticking out. The pale pink ones had rubber tongues stuck on the end, and one that was labeled The Cactus looked like it would drive any pussy bananas if it was rolled down over a stiff cock.
So my steady and proper science teacher and his wife were into sex toys! And heavy! There were two huge soft rubber cocks, with balls attached and long strings dangling from them. And, of all things, a fake pussy with phony hair pasted around the gaping crack in it! Geez! I slammed the drawer shut and sat there on the bed, feeling weird inside. I had quick little pictures flashing through my hot brain, seeing Betty naked on the wide bed and Fred fucking the daylights out of her with a huge cock decorated with a pink rubber that sported a long, stiff tongue sticking out the end. It waved in the air as he rubbed his shaft against her cunt, and she was sucking on one of the rubber cocks while he diddled with her pussy.
My imagination was turning me on so much my clothes bothered me. Take them off, you dummy, I told myself. Who's to see you? My nipples were stiff and my cunt was moist, even before I touched myself down there.
I remembered watching Sherry Freedman working a vibrator into her cunt, after we'd gotten tired of trying to study our dumb lessons one night at her house. She was a freaky, lonely kind of chick. She never dated. But she sure had loved to fuck herself with that buzzing tool. Curiosity got the better of me. I opened the drawer again and hefted the heavy thing in my hand. It buzzed softly when I flipped on the switch. I lay back and spread my legs real wide and touched my cunt with the end of the thing. Wham! What a wild sensation! I got the end of it wet, rubbing it between my moist cuntlips, and slipped it into my hole, just a little at first. Then a little deeper. And a little deeper! It certainly did not feel like a real cock, but I could see why Sherry had bounced her ass around on her bed so hard she fell right off onto the floor! To my astonishment, I got myself off twice before the thing began to stutter and then died completely. "Thank God a man doesn't have batteries that go blooey on you," I muttered to myself, putting the stupid vibrator back in the drawer. I had to admit it felt good! But now I wanted to fuck, for real, more than ever!
I wandered out to the living room and finished off what was left in the martini shaker. That was a mistake! Now I felt hotter than ever! I walked around the house like a lost soul, fingering my erect clit and rubbing my tits until my nipples were red and touchy. I was so glad to hear their car come zooming up the driveway I almost forgot to whip back to the bedroom and dive into my clothes.
"Well, Pen," Fred called out cheerfully, "how'd it go? The baby O.K.?" They must have stopped for a couple of quick drinks on the way home, because his eyes were very bright and his speech just the tiniest bit slurred. Betty had begun shucking off her clothes the minute she hit the house, leaving a trail of clothes all over the carpet on her way to the bedroom. "Oh, my!" she sighed. "I'm for something cooler and lighter than go-to-the-play togs. That place was so stuffy."
"So was the play, I could have written a better one," Fred commented, peering into the empty martini mixer. He grinned at me.
I was feeling pretty good, myself. "Sorry about that," I smiled at him. "You mix a mean drink, but I'm really not as think as you drunk I am, I mean..."
"That's O.K.. That's O.K." He waved a hand in the air and came over to pat me on the bottom. "Nothing like getting a little relaxed."
He headed for his den. "Gotta check something. Go talk to Betty a minute. Help her make up her mind. She never knows what the heck to put on when she'd really rather be naked."
"Maybe that would be best, after all," I ginned at him. "Clothes can be a drag."
"Right on! Isn't that what the expression is?" He gave me a big wink and disappeared into his den.
I wandered into their bedroom, flicking a quick glance at the bedside drawer to make sure I had pushed it shut. Betty was standing in front of her floor to ceiling mirror, stark naked. Now I saw what Fred saw in her! So her chest was flat. The rest of her was slim and neat and curvy as could be. Her little butt was a duplicate of mine. Her belly was flat and kind of ripply with muscles. I bet myself she fucked like a wild rabbit! I looked at her pussy reflected in the mirror and my jaw sort of dropped. Her hair was trimmed close on the top of her mound, into kind of a heart shape. But her tight, small pussy lips were bare as Lauri's! That told me a whole bookful about Betty Reed. She loved to have her pussy eaten! Why else would she keep it as bare as a baby's?
"How..." I had to clear my throat twice before my voice came out, all tight and funny sounding. "How about this pretty blue robe?"
"Yes! Yes yes yes," she giggled. "Fred loves that one." She rummaged around on the row of hangers in her well-filled closet. "Here! Here's one for you, Pen. No. Really! Go ahead and put it on. You don't have to go home right away do you? Of course you don't," she answered her own question. "Let's give Fred a sexy fashion show. After that horrible old play I dragged him off to see, he deserves a treat."
"But you can see right though it," I protested, half-heartedly.
She tugged at my blouse. "Shy?" she whispered.
"No," I told her, letting her pull my blouse over my head and push my skirt down. Her eyes went straight to my stiff nipples and then dropped down to my pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh! You have the sweetest little snatch, Penny! Wait till Fred gets his... I mean, wait till he sees how you can see right through your hair. You don't need to trim like me."
As though I hadn't already checked her out, she took my hand and impulsively put it on her cunt. "Fred loves me bare like this! Oh my... I'm rolling right along, aren't I? Those drinks! I don't mean to embarrass you, Penny."
"I'm O.K." I said, standing close to her with my finger exploring her cunt a little. Her inner hole was slick as mine was. Her clit was stiff and her hips sort of quivered and pushed her cunt against my hand. "I..." Fred breezed into the bedroom and perched on the side of the bed, admiring a fashion show that was much better than any Frederick's Store had ever put on.
"You look lovely!" he boomed out in his deep voice. "Both of you. I'll take one of each of those robes, provided the model makes a personal delivery to my house."
"We already have," Betty giggled, putting her arm around me and rubbing one fingernail on my rigid nipple. "Doesn't she have the most beautiful little figure you've ever seen, Fred?"
"I'll take two," he grinned at us. "And you need not bother with the gift wrapping."
Betty's hand stroking my ass under the robe made that little devil in me really come to life. I smiled at Fred, and then slowly dropped my eyes to his crotch. Nothing! That bugged me. No erection. "I don't know how I'd wrap it as a gift," I grinned at him, cupping my cunt in my hand.
"That delicious little pussy should never be covered, Pen." Betty pushed me up close to Fred. "Just see how pretty and pink it is?"
"I've seen it," he said calmly. "Closed like it is now -- and wide open."
We both looked at him blankly. "What... what do you mean, Fred," I choked out.
"And Penny, I really apologize for not having fresh batteries in the vibrator," he grinned up at me.
"The vibrator..." I muttered, feeling my face turning flaming red.
Betty stood there, blinking at her husband like a little owl. Then her face turned as red as mine.
"Fred Reed!" she gasped. "You electronic sneak, you! Did you have the TV system going while we were out?"
He grinned at her, not the least bit shook up. He reached out for me and pulled me down on his lap.
"Do you have any idea what a sexy little minx we have here with us in our bedroom, Betty?"
"No. Well, yes. I mean, I'm afraid I'm beginning to guess, Fred," she said. "Oh Penny, I hope you aren't mad. I apologize for my husband. He gets carried away with his toys sometimes. Oh, I feel just terrible!"
"It's all right, Betty," I assured her. "I deserve the shock. I got nosy while you were at the play."
She looked at me sitting on her husband's lap, and her eyes grew big and round as the moon. "The drawer?" she asked me, wry weakly.
"The drawer," I replied. I was feeling Fred's cock stirring under my bottom. His touch was warm and sensuous as his fingers trailed deliciously across the underside of my tits. "But I don't see..."
He eased me off his lap and walked over to the TV on the wall nearest the bed. He flipped some switches and the tube began to glow. "Look, Penny," was all he said.
There I was, naked on their bed, fucking myself like a wild idiot with their white vibrator! I lay there like a dummy, watching myself get off and then kind of stagger to my feet and put the thing back in the drawer. I'd starred in my own personal movie!
He came over and lay beside me on the bed, and hugged me very tenderly. "I didn't mean any harm, Penny. No one but us will ever see what's on that cassette. I guess sometimes I get carried away a little with my hobby. If I have offended you, you have my most abject apology."
My hand dropped to his crotch. There it was! And it was big! I heaved a shaky sigh and grinned feebly at both of them. "Well, now I guess we know each other a bit better than we did before tonight."
"A little too well." Betty smiled at me, but she didn't seem to mind that my hand was very busy on his pants-covered prick. "And now, Mr. Reed?" she questioned him.
"Well," he smiled at me, reaching for his zipper. "Perhaps we could all make a small film for our personal home entertainment."
"Oh dear," was all Betty said, but her eyes had a sexy light in them and when she looked at the strong cock throbbing in my hand she licked her lips and slipped out of her robe. "Well, perhaps. If Pen wants to. After one more little drink. All right, Penny?"
His cock was so hard in my fist I would have almost shouted "Yes!" to anything, just so I wouldn't have to turn him loose. "Fire up the machinery!" I said.
Chapter Nine
I lay naked on their bed listening to my pulse pound in my ears. I could hear Betty clinking bottles and glasses out in the kitchen. I wondered what I'd gotten myself into this time. Betty was as sexy and sweet as she could be, but Fred confused me. I guess the image of the teacher in the science classroom was still too fresh in my mind to picture him fucking my hot cunt. But that was exactly what I was sure was going to happen -- and soon.
I thought about the crazy rubbers in the drawer and shuddered a little. And those rubber, cocks! And imagine me making a fuck film! Me! Penny Parsons, Sex Star. I had to grin at myself in spite of the way my hands were shaking when I held them up in front of my face. Lauri would flip right out of her head if she knew what I was going to do in that bed tonight. What was I going to do? I had no more time to worry. Fred strode briskly into the room, smiling gleefully and rubbing his hands.
He was stark naked! I took one look at his cock and gasped, "Oh God! Oh, no!"
What magic he had worked while he was setting up the remote equipment in his den, I could only guess at, but his cock seemed twice as big as when I'd been playing with it a few minutes before. It hung down like a monster club, swinging back and forth as he checked a small camera mounted midway up the wall near the drapes. I hadn't seen the lens before. But then, I wasn't looking for a wicked eye peering at me. But that cock! I doubted I could ever take much more than half of it in me. It looked thicker than my wrist, with a swollen head that had kind of a triangular shape, like the business end of a gardening spade. But it was smooth and white, and without a blemish. It was just awfully gawddamn huge!
He grinned at me. "Don't worry, Pen. It doesn't get much bigger. Just firmer. And remember, you don't have to do one single thing you don't want to tonight."
"Thanks," I sighed.
He slipped into bed beside me and produced a small button control from under a pillow. I guessed it turned the camera on. He lay on his side and draped that monster cock over my thigh. He noticed I didn't reach right out for it again, and he smiled, understanding how shook up I was. He was a really O.K. guy in my book.
"There's something I should tell you about Betty before she breezes back in here. She gets a little wild when she gets going. Nothing violent, mind you, but she loves to do it and she makes no bones about it. And even though you haven't asked, no, we don't usually take young girls like you to bed with us. But you are something special, Penny. Do you know that?"
He couldn't have chosen better words to make me settle down and behave myself. I could almost feel my nerves unravel a little.
"It's nice to know you think so, Fred. I feel... well, loved. Already." I let him put my hand on his cock, and when I felt how warm and firm his cock was, I began to feel more like the old, brash me again.
Betty almost skipped back into the bedroom, balancing a tray of glasses and ice and a huge shaker filled to the brim. "Room Service!" she chirped. "Aha! I see you have in your hand one of the reasons Betty loves Fred! Isn't my man built?"
"Like no one I've ever seen," I agreed. "Can you take all this in your cunt, Betty?"
"It's a challenge Penny, but yes I can! Would you like me to show you?"
"Is it camera time?" I grinned at Fred.
"Not yet," he smiled. "We happen to have a few thousand feet of her happy expressions, fucking with me. But don't think about the camera, Pen. Just relax and have fun."
"Here's yours, Fred baby. And yours Penny."
"And mine!" She perched like a happy little bird on the side of the bed, handing the full glasses to us. "Aaaaaah!" she sighed. "Not as good as what you brew, Small One, but adequate," she laughed.
"Small One!" I smiled. "That's what you call that pussy spreader Fred carries around?"
"Penny, I'll tell you truly -- the first time I got my hands on that cock I almost had a stroke!" she giggled, spilling her drink on her little tits. "Ooops! Oh well, maybe liquor will make them grow big. But I doubt it." She put her glass on the floor and leaped onto my surprised body with a gleeful laugh, sounding like a little kid on Christmas morning. "Penny, your breasts are so neat!"
She sucked on my nipples and bounced my tits in her palms with delight and loving gentleness. Her next move kind of took me by surprise.
"Oh hah!" I gasped as I felt her mouth touch my hot box. In a flash she had my legs up in the air in a big V, licking my clit and sending little electric surges of hot lust zinging up through me. She was surprisingly quick and energetic as she took me by storm! Her fingers and her mouth seemed to be all over every inch of my body, kissing me and stroking my hot flesh with little butterfly touches that made me squirm with delight and reach out for Fred's huge cock.
I twisted around so I could get my mouth on his huge prick. He lay back smiling, watching Betty having herself a ball, and wincing just a little when I bit him harder than I intended to. Betty's tongue was flicking over my cunt so sensuously I felt a roaring earthquake of an orgasm building up in me.
"Ummmmm," I moaned. "Aaaarrrrrggghhh... Oh God... that feels so super... suck me, suck me, suck me..." My pussy took over and went off on a fantastic trip that had me breathlessly trying to catch up with it. I couldn't handle Fred and her at the same time.
He rolled away, flicking the TV camera switch on, and lay on the far side of the bed watching me thrash around under her driving tongue that was spreading my tight cuntlips and delving deeply into my slippery hole. It seemed to me I came forever and ever, crying real tears and clamping my thighs against her head so hard I must have flattened her poor ears like pancakes. Then my heels dug into the bed, scrambling frantically to push my body up and away from her mouth. It wasn't that I really wanted to stop. I simply could not take any more cunt-sucking from her. Not just then. The whole room was whirling like a mad top, echoing the little panting cries both Betty and I were making. I thought I would positively melt and pour all over the sheets. My belly cramped, I had come so hard.
"Please, please," I gasped. "Give me a minute to breathe!" My hands gripped my cunt as I tried to get back down to earth.
"I told you Betty was something else, Penny," Fred whispered in my ear. "But wait till she get's really excited!"
I groaned. "You've got to be kidding, Fred! It's a shame I'm so ugly and unattractive and frigid that I can't turn her on!"
They both laughed and hugged me. "And it certainly is a crying shame you are unable to have a climax, Penny," Betty giggled. "I sure hope Fred can teach you how to come, since obviously pussy-sucking does so little for you."
I managed to sit up in the bed, rubbing my flaming face with my sweaty palms. "You two are something else," I smiled at them, all groggy from the drinks and my wild, wild orgasm. "Is it O.K. if I take five? You two can go ahead without me. I won't mind. Fred?"
Fred looked at his wife.
"Are you ready for the Small One?" he asked her.
"Try me!" was all she said.
I watched his stiff cock slide into her. And in. And in! She lay on her back, her legs bent and her cunt opening wider and wider as he eased into her until she had taken every inch!
"That's SOOOO good!" she sighed. "You fill me so nicely, Fred! Fuck me!"
That's all she said. She surprised me! For such a bubbly, happy person, she was a very quiet fucker. Intense. She seemed to screw without one single thought in her mind except how he felt inside her cunt, fucking smoothly as silk, holding her legs up in the air and working his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. She moved her body under him so her powers of concentration down to that perfect circle that her bare cuntlips formed around him. She never touched her clit, nor her boobs. She just fucked that huge monster with long, shuddering, gasping strokes that made the muscles in her lean body tense up in full relief. I could see her belly swell every time he bottomed in her, he was so huge and she was so awfully tiny. I had never seen a woman fuck so intently or so strongly!
They went on and on and on. She never came. Not once. I couldn't understand it. Was she trying so hard she couldn't make it? Why didn't Fred just blast the head of his cock right off, the way he was panting and heaving that long cock into her clenching pussy? These two were REALLY something else!
He fucked her more and more slowly and finally stopped completely. "Break time!" he smiled down at her.
"Oh!" Her eyes slowly opened. She let her legs ease down to rest on the bed. "Oh, yes. Yes, let's take a small break. Who's this in bed with us... uh... Penny, darling. Mmmmmm. Forgive me. I... I get kind of off in another world when I have his cock in me." She slowly drifted back to reality. I lay there and stared at her. I had never seen such a sensuous cock-loving female in all my young life. I thought I loved to fuck. Hah!
The break she gave Fred was pitifully short. She fluffed up the pillows and we scooted up to lean against them. Fred was between us, his cock still up hard. She reached out and slid her hand around him and began jacking him off. "Isn't that cock something to see?" she murmured to me.
"Yes. Unbelievable," I smiled, putting my hand on top of hers. Fred leaned back, spreading his legs and raising his hips, a slow smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
"Let's give him a hand job he'll never forget," Betty said to me.
She held him rigid, straight up in the shaft, gripping him hard but not moving her hand one inch. I worked on the wide slippery head of his prick, pumping and squeezing it, making it turn red and as it swelled with blood, he shoved his ass down into the bed and his cock got even harder. "Wonderful. Wonderful," he murmured.
We really got into stroking his fuck-meat. We got up on our knees beside him, bending over and pounding and pounding on his cock, changing our grip, when our arms began to tire and our muscles started to cramp from our efforts to make him come. If my brother Jack had had Fred's resistance to coming when he had his cock pushing between my cunt and my shorts, I'd still be in Jack's bed, rubbing my virgin snatch against my brother's cockhead. But it didn't seem that Fred tried to come. He just enjoyed being played with so much, he didn't need the sensations of blowing his wad to complete his pleasure pattern.
"I can't wait any longer Fred," Betty moaned. She crawled over on him, facing away from him, and slid his monster into her wet cunt. She rode him like a mad woman, swinging her whole body back and forth over him, driving his cock deep inside her and pulling it out until just the head was parting her naked cuntlips. "Darling... the drawer," she murmured.
Fred grunted, "Oh yes! Sorry about that." He reached in the bedside toy box and pulled out a long rubber cock. He quickly smeared its length with vaseline and while I watched, round-eyed, he slipped it right up her ass when she stroked back toward him. Where she put all that cock, real and fake, I'll never know. But she took it all, gasped a little louder, and kept right on fucking.
"Uuummmmm, Freddy Freddy Freddy," she moaned. "That's nice. Nice! More. I want more cock. Push that thing in my ass harder. Harder! Oh! Give me mooooore! Fuck fuck fuck!" she chanted, sweating and shaking and swinging her hips so hard the headboard slammed against the wall with a steady thumping rhythm. Suddenly Fred pulled the rubber dildo out and tossed it aside. He pushed her off his cock, whirled her around and jammed her mouth down over half his cock length. Betty braced herself and sucked fiercely on him, and finally Fred began to come. He filled her mouth full. His cum ran down all over himself but still his cock kept jerking and coming more and more. He never made a sound.
Betty stretched out between his legs, licking him and pressing her thumb real hard in the center of his cock-shaft, jacking him up and down. She looked up at him and smiled. "Feel better, honey?" she asked.
"You have no idea!" he grinned at her. But his cock stayed up as rigid as it had been since I first put my mouth around it. And that seemed like three weeks ago to me!
"It's your turn, Penny," Betty urged me. "It's O.K.. He'll stay up and ready to fuck for ages more. Here, I'll hold him straight. Climb on!"
I was so wet I took more of his cock in me, and more easily, than I ever thought I could, but he spread my tight cunt so wide I knew this man was not for me! He really didn't hurt, but I felt stuck on him, half afraid to move very much.
"Oh, oh!" I moaned. "Let me just kind of sit on you, Fred. Please. Betty I envy you, but this is just too much cock for me to handle."
Fred smiled at me and reached down to hold my trembling bottom in his big hands.
"Remember what I told you, Penny. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I know that's a lot of cock to handle. Betty has a few years of practice behind her, you know. Maybe next time you come to fuck with us, it will be easier for you. Shall we take another break. How about watching our movie?"
"Movie? Oh, that's right." Boy, was I fuzzy in the head! "Good idea," I smiled, easing up off him.
We lay back against the big soft pillows again while Fred punched some buttons on the side of the headboard. The room darkened and the TV screen began to glow. There we were! The whole bit! To my surprise, watching us fuck on the screen turned me on more than having Fred's hard cock in my pussy. I'd never seen a fuck film, let alone one with me in it!
I promptly learned what it was that made Betty come. I heard the drawer open again and she leaned back, her leg brushing mine as she spread her knees. In another second I heard a vibrator begin to hum, and felt her body twitch against me.
I held her tightly while she fucked herself and stared at the screen with big round eyes. "Beautiful. Just beautiful," she murmured. She loved to watch herself getting banged! When the film ran out, she reached for my hand, putting it firmly over hers, holding the vibrator. "Help me," she whispered. "Push!"
Her body grew more and more tense. Her hips came up off the bed. Her eyes closed and she grew positively rigid from head to toe! "Ah!" she gasped sharply. She rolled over on me, holding me so lightly I couldn't breathe! I came right along with her. A sympathy come, I guess. I'd never felt anything like the odd surge of emotion that swept over me. We lay there and trembled against each other for the longest time. Then her arms relaxed. She slid off my hot body and stretched like a cat.
"Like the movie?" she smiled at me, easing the vibrator out of her pussy.
"Fantastic!" I smiled back at her. "Absolutely super fantastic!"
"The Oscar presentation ceremony begins in the living room in just five minutes," Fred told us. "Please listen for your name to be called."
"How will I explain my Oscar to my folks?" I kidded him.
"Tell them you were voted Best Babysitter Of The Year," he laughed. "Just don't mention what baby you were sitting on."
I gave his cock a long kiss. "Some baby! When I grow up to be a big girl, I'd like to meet him again."
"You've got a date," he grinned at me. "Just call him."
"If he's not home, Penny," Betty laughed, "come on over anyway. I'll think of something to do to make your visit enjoyable."
"Speaking of home," I said. "I think that's where I'd better go. Oh, my. Will someone please help me get on my feet?"
Chapter Ten
"You look a little wiped out, Penny," Betty told me, peering anxiously at my face.
"I-I'm O.K. I think. It's just that Cokes are really my drink. Liquor, and all this lovin', seems to have gotten to me a little."
"You need some food, Pen," Fred said firmly. "And some hot coffee. And maybe a little clit-licking, just to recharge your batteries," he teased me.
I covered my tender pussy defensively. "Oh, I dunno about that. I never thought I'd hear myself say no to getting my cunt sucked, but right now..."
Betty bounced up off the bed, full of energy again. What a woman! "To the kitchen," she cried, pointing dramatically to the doorway. She grabbed Fred's cock with one hand, making him get up.
"I'll show you how an expert cook can whip up a tasty breakfast, working with just one hand!"
We ate like we were all teenagers! Bacon and eggs and toast and cups of fragrant coffee disappeared like magic. I felt great again -- and not the least bit sleepy, to my surprise.
"Fred, earlier tonight you said something about being able to write a better play than the one you went to see. Along with teaching and playing with your toys, and fucking Betty's hot box, don't tell me you write, too," I asked him.
"I'll confess. I do. Horny fiction, with kind of an Alfred Hitchcock twist to the stories. I use a pen name, since I don't think the school board would approve of their science teacher being a writer on the side. They want total dedication to the school." He made a wry face. "But the extra money comes in handy."
"Fred, don't you have the Angel Cole story finished? Dictated on the tape, I mean. We could lay around in th den and let Penny listen to your groovy voice telling us a horny tale. It might even help stir up some action," she grinned, reaching for his long fuck-tool.
"Betty, Betty," I kidded her. "I thought I was always horny, but you!"
She laughed happily, feeling his cock begin to grow. "Love it. Just love to fuck!" She tugged him to his feet, with his handy fuck-handle. "The heck with the dirty dishes!" She stopped me as I began to clean up the table. "This cock in my hands is much more important. Let's go to the den. There's a lovely big sofa in there."
"I wonder why," I laughed.
Fred put a long, tape on the player and then joined us, sprawled out on the sofa. Betty lay with her face in his lap, tonguing his cock into more and more rigid life. She eased one of my legs open as I sat next to them, and her nimble fingers brushed over my clit and down into my moist hole. I lay back and closed my eyes, feeling my hips quiver as her fingers teased my cunt. Fred's voice began his latest story...
Harry cursed the red lights that were delaying the pleasures he knew were waiting at the end of his trip home. Angel would be lying on the lounge by the pool, her swelling breasts more revealed than covered by her pitifully brief bikini. Her image shimmered in the heat waves rising from the street. Harry felt that familiar pressure behind the zipper of his custom slacks as the Lincoln slid silently through the thickening traffic. Heading west on Sunset, Harry flipped the visor down, punched the stereo into life and tried without success to relax. It had been a rotten day, ending in another one of those endless sales meetings Old Man Johnson loved. It was bad enough for Harry to have to watch the faces of the salesmen as Johnson chewed them out for not meeting their quotas, but the worst of it was his always being held up as the shining example of The Master Salesman Who Never Misses. "Security Services is going to close this branch tighter than a virgin's legs if you jokers don't get your dead asses in gear and bring in the orders like Harry. Always THREE at a time. If he can do it," Johnson had raved on, "why can't you?"
A light changed suddenly and the tires screamed in protest as the Lincoln stopped halfway into a crosswalk. He heard a sharp whistle and Harry looked up, startled. He raised his eyes from the deep V of a well filled blouse to the grinning face of a stunning blonde. She reached into his window and moved Harry's hand from his crotch to his knee. "Naughty, naughty," she ginned. "It's not wise to play with yourself in traffic like this, Jack."
The light flicked to green and Harry gunned the heavy car across the intersection. Damn! Why should a kooky blonde upset him? He wheeled the car through the gates guarding the rolling hills of Bel Air and drove up the winding road to home. "The truth is, Harry," he muttered to himself, "people have always scared you. And you are one lousy salesman. You couldn't sell an Eskimo an ice axe in a blizzard. Before you met Angel you were a nothing..."
At the end of the driveway he slipped the switch on the Security Services panel under the dash and eased the car to a stop in the garage. Grabbing his case, he hurried up the walk, the heavy door closing silently behind him. Inside, he made straight for the huge picture window overlooking the patio below, his eyes searching for Angel's slim form on the pool lounge. There she was! Just as he had seen her in the traffic haze on Sunset. The golden rays of the sinking sun touched her blonde hair with red fire and played lovingly over a body Harry still couldn't believe was his to enjoy. Two fingers, hidden under the crotch of her bikini, were moving in tiny circles.
The sales case slipped unnoticed from his suddenly moist hand. He leaned against the frame of the window and let his eyes roam over the soft hills and valleys of The Attraction of the Month, a billing he'd come to resent after he had fallen in love with her, but it had gotten him out of his car and into the Sunset Strip joint where he had found her dancing nude. He'd caught her act for three nights in a row before he'd summoned enough courage to send his card to her via a waitress who'd made a small mint whisking his untouched drinks on and off his table while his eyes stayed glued to that unbelievable bust and neatly trimmed pussy.
He still didn't understand why she had dated him, nor why she had agreed to marry him. It all started... how long ago? About a year now -- and in that year she had never lost the fascination for him that kept him there at the window listening to his pulse pound in his ears and feeling himself grow harder by the second. It must have been a case of marvelous timing, Harry mused. She had to have been fed up with the grind of club dates, the endless propositions, the lewd catcalls and horny remarks. Here in the Bel Air mansion he'd bought at her urging she seemed content, always ready to make Harry's nights something he looked forward to with the eagerness of a teenager anticipating his first lay. "If here's a fly in the ointment, it's the cost of it all," Harry sighed to himself. This house, her clothes, her Rolls -- the money disappeared like water poured into a sieve. "Good thing I'm a master salesman," Harry grunted, "or I'd sure as hell never make it."
"You're late tonight," she murmured without opening her eyes as Harry's fingers pushed the bikini aside, and two pink nipples began to harden under his touch.
"Aren't you even going to peek to see who this is?" Harry asked.
"Who could get in here to play with me except you?" Angel smiled. "And I know that touch." Her thighs parted and her hips shifted forward as Harry's fingers slid into the dampness between her legs. She raised her mouth for a kiss she broke off much too soon, for Harry. "You shouldn't get us started this way. It's the last Friday of the month, you know."
"Oh, Christ! So soon!" Harry slammed his frame into the chair beside her, in disgust. "MUST you go see your mother EVERY damn month?"
"Harry, you know how sick she is and my visits are about all she ever has to look forward to. We've been over this so many times. You know I have to go. She won't live much longer."
"Bullshit! She's tougher than the two of us put together. What will I do with myself while you're gone?"
"Go bowling like you always do."
"Gripping a damn ball isn't like sliding my fingers into your..."
"Harry, let's not argue." Angel stood up, slipping the bikini off and pulling him to his feet. She pressed her nude body against him, rubbing his crotch with her supple fingers. "Let's go do it! I'm tired of playing with myself, waiting for you to come home. Then you can help me pack that lovely black case you bought me. The gold initials always remind me of you. A.C. Always Coming," she teased.
"The monogram should be A.G.," Harry grumbled. "Always Going!" Catching her expression, Harry sighed and said, "O.K., O.K.. I'm sorry. Let's go screw my bad mood away. It's just that I've built my whole world around you, Angel Cole. You know how miserable I am when you make these damn trips."
The headlights punched two holes in the cloudy blackness of the night as the Lincoln wound slowly along the curves of Crescent Drive. Bel Air was all up and down -- like in life, Harry mused. Funny how things fit together at certain times, and how the piece of a puzzle fall into place all of a sudden. Before Angel came along, Harry was low man on the totem pole with Security Services. The sophisticated alarm system was really good, but also damned expensive. Only residents like those in Bel Air had enough to guard to make installation worthwhile. The system of finding and selling his prospects he'd developed out of urgent necessity and sheer chance. He was the first to admit to himself that he was no salesman. He just saw to it that circumstances made the prospects sell themselves. Harry now did his selling at night, and on his bowling excursions when Angel visited her mother. Odd that the company never seemed to notice that Harry didn't sell that many alarm systems. His fame came from selling them in groups of three, and that happened because Harry would simply break into a house close enough to its neighbors for the word to spread, steal just enough to anger the owner but not enough to make headlines, wait a day or two and then call on all three homes with the story of Security Services Company. His commissions hardly made a dent in the bills Angel racked up, but the sale of what he stole brought in enough to get by.
The fence he'd met by chance. The man had sat at Harry's table at the tourist trap where he'd met Angel, and their conversation had led to his cheerful admission he dealt successfully in certain kinds of merchandise. When his need arose, there was the answer to Harry's lack of sales ability!
He reached out to steady the bowling bag as the Lincoln leaned into a curve. In the bag was Harry's kit. Not sales literature, just sturdy tools to open a window, a small bag for the jewelry, and a .32 automatic -- just in case! He glanced in the rear view mirror. His expression was strained, and tiny beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He suffered through every job as much as he had his first, his heart pounding and his mouth dust dry. If there were any other ways to make the money he had to have... Angel, he thought, what I go through for you!
Rounding a sharp curve, Harry suddenly stood the Lincoln on its nose. Completely filling the narrow road ahead was a station wagon with a flat tire. God! Would he never get though this night! The headlights shown on a woman standing helplessly beside the wagon, and while Harry Cole watched, she clutched a sheet nightgown around her and kicked the flat with a foot encased in a big furry slipper.
"Can I help you?" he called. He hurried up to the woman and then did a classic double take. Her gown hid nothing. Under it she was completely nude!
"Oh, thank fortune you've come along," she answered, pushing back a strand of hair in a distracted fashion. "I never expected this to happen. I ran out of cigarettes and just on impulse I decided to drive over to Dorothy's to borrow some. It's terribly flat, isn't it? Do you know where the tools are?"
"Yes. Well, no. But I'll find them." Harry could hardly tear his eyes away from her fantastic body. Her robe had come untied and fallen away from her figure. In the glow from the headlights, two round firm breasts jutted out into the cool night air. Dark circles surrounding two hardening nipples that seemed to grow bigger as Harry watched. Her waist was still slim for a woman her age, and flared out into rounded hips that tapered down into legs that were trim and smoothly muscled. The dark patch of hair between her legs glowed as the moon edged from behind the black clouds. She did not seem to notice him staring at her before he turned abruptly to rummage in the back of her car, but was he wrong about something? Hadn't he had just the flash of an impression that she had tugged at the cord around her waist as he opened the door of his car?
"What the hell," Harry muttered as he tried to fit the unfamiliar pieces of the car jack together. "I'll never get onto the job. Crazy women running around the hills, getting flat tires and driving master salesmen crazy with their big boobs..."
He grumbled steadily under his breath as he wrestled with the heavy tire, then eased the jack down and turned to stow the tools in the car. He nearly knocked her down, she was standing so close to him. Now there was no doubt in his mind that she knew her robe was open. She was breathing heavily, her huge breasts outthrust, her nipples rubbing against the edge of the lace trimmed gown.
"I sure, don't know what I'd have done if such a nice man like you hadn't come along. I'd like to pay you for your trouble, but my purse is at home. Perhaps there's another way..." She opened the gown wide and thrust her ample hips forward. "Don't you think my body's pretty? Wouldn't you like to hold me and kiss me all over and put your cock..."
"Lady," Harry interrupted. "I don't want to be paid. Honest. Just let me put the tools -- hey! -- what the hell are you doing?" She was almost Harry's size, and as he discovered, a hell of a lot stronger. Still clutching the jack in his hand, he was thrown off balance against the open tail gate as she pressed against him, fumbling crazily for his zipper.
"I've GOT to have a man. Tonight! Oh! You've such a gorgeous bulge in your pants. There! See? You do want me. I'll confess. The tire didn't go flat. I let the air out. Mmmm, you're built so big? Here, let me help you push it in my pussy."
"For Chrissakes, lady! Let go of me. This isn't the time or the place for that sort of thing. Suppose another car came along. Take it easy, will you? Stop biting me. I'll never get another one to replace it. Dammit, you want me to belt you with this jack?"
She started to cry, her eyes wild and round and wet in the moonlight. Slowly she made an effort to pull herself together. She closed her robe, sobbing, and tried to help Harry stuff the tools into the car.
"Please. Get in your wagon," Harry sighed. "Go on to Dorothy's and get your smokes, or whatever the hell else she'll do for you."
"Yes. I will. Thank you. Dorothy's not like having a man. But I... well, I could do worse I suppose. She's sometimes pretty good in bed and she has a tongue that..."
"I don't want to hear about it," he said firmly. "Just get in and go on."
She sniffled her way into her car and drove slowly up the road, turning off into a small side street in search of Dorothy and relief. Harry floored the gas pedal and roared into the night. This was one evening he wouldn't forget for a long time.
The house Harry had chosen looked like a good prospect -- both for the break-in and the sale on his return visit. It was sprawling. Well-kept. The tall trees around it swayed in a freshening breeze. Harry cast an anxious eye toward the sky. The clouds were beginning to move. He'd have to make it to the cover of the dark edge of the house before the moonlight might reveal his approach. He listened intently by the high wall. Good. No dogs. Over the top. It took but a moment to force the French doors to the dining room. Harry stood in the blackness, listening to his pulse pound in his ears. The heavy bowling ball bag kept trying to slip from his sweaty grasp. Angel, he thought, if only you knew the risks I take for you.
What the hell would he say if the lights suddenly came on and he stood facing the irate homeowner? "Good evening, Sir. I'm with Security Services. Our plan is to prevent just such occurrences as this, and it will take but a few moments of your time to show you how your house can be wired so no one but you can..." Christ! He was cracking up from the strain. Better concentrate on finding something for the fence to peddle and get the hell out. He cursed the pounding in his ears and the sound of his labored breathing. Aha! Pay dirt! A beautiful silver table set. Heavy... but, into the sack. Out of this room, now. Up the stairs to the bedrooms. He puffed his way up over the top step and paused, trying to adjust his eyes to the even deeper gloom of the hall. There was one door slightly larger than all the others that lead to the various bedrooms. Must be the master suite.
Lugging the sack of silver and the bag down the hall, he reached out to ease the suite door open. He stopped his hand in mid-air. Shit! Not only was someone home and not only was someone not asleep, but it sounded as though the greatest orgy ever held in Bel Air was going on in the room. Heavy breathing was punctuated by a squeaking of bedsprings in a pounding rhythm that went on and on with a steady intensity that brought great beads of sweat to Harry's face and pushed his pulse up another dozen notches. God! Now what? Well, nothing to do but wait. They had to collapse and fall asleep sometime.
But no! He would have to choose the home of the Stud of The Year! The rustling and the moaning in the bedroom began to get to him more and more. He eased his burden down on the thick rug and squatted beside it, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes. It didn't help. I've heard about weirdos who can get off just listening to others make out, he thought to himself. A little more of this and I'm going to join the group.
The pace was picking up. Now the headboard was crashing against the wall with a steady pounding that Harry was strongly tempted to match with his own hand. "Will you get it off!" Harry pleaded. "Enough, already!" As if in answer, the sounds stopped. Then a deep male voice laughed, "Oops! Sorry. Guess it's not as long as I thought it was. Put it back in, honey."
"Please. Yes. For my sake," Harry urged. "Put it back in. Clamp down on it! Get him off and over and out, honey." His plea was answered. The pounding commenced again, increasing in tempo. Then a wild cry echoed down the hall. The abrupt silence was deafening. Thank you, whoever you are. Now go to sleep. I've got to get to work and get out of here.
He waited until he could wait no longer, then took a deep breath. Angel, this is for you! He pushed the bedroom door open, gently, and stood looking at the dark shadowy outlines of the naked lovers on the rumpled bed. The trees scraped against the window as the breeze freshened outside. A stray beam of moonlight escaped from behind a cloud and gently, lit the room with its sleeping forms and its watcher. At that precise moment, Harry Cole's life smashed into a million pieces! Screaming insanely, he leaped on the bed and fired the .32 into the sleeping forms. Again and again and again. The hammer kept clicking on empty chambers, but Harry didn't hear the sound.
"Well, Sarge, what have we got this time?" the bored police lieutenant asked, shifting an unlit cigar to the other side of his mouth.
"I dunno, Sir. Hard to figure it out. We've got this dead couple here on the bed, all shot to hell. And this guy just sitting here on the rug. Won't say a word. Won't loosen his grip on that black traveling case. It's got some initials on it. See them?"
The recorder clicked off automatically. Betty eased her mouth back from nibbling on Fred's cockhead and smiled up at me.
"Isn't my man one hell of a writer?" she asked.
I looked at the goose bumps covering my skin. With my imagination, it was hard to shake the picture in my mind of Harry Cole standing on the bed and pumping one bullet after another into the body of the woman he loved so desperately.
"When women cheat, I guess they ask for all the trouble they get," I said quietly.
"Men too," Fred commented quietly. "How much better to swing in the company of the one you care for, than to go off alone in search of... what?"
"But Harry didn't have a woman like Betty in his life, Fred," I told him. "He wasn't as lucky as you. I want to be a Betty, not an Angel."
"But you are an angel, darling," Betty smiled. "And you taste heavenly!"
I looked at her flushed face nestled between my legs and reached down to hold my cunt up and open to her tongue. I needed to come. My goose bumps had goose bumps.
Chapter Eleven
The feelings from Betty's mouth sucking on my pussy got to me so quickly my legs stiffened out, and I came faster than I ever had before! I thought my belly button would pop right off when I doubled over and my orgasm ripped through me.
I shook my head, trying to clear my hazy vision. When I came back to earth, Betty had speared herself on Fred's hard cock and was riding him like it was her first time to feel his gigantic rod gliding into her pussy.
I struggled to my feet and tiptoed out of the den in search of my clothes. I felt fine, but my cunt needed the feel of a cock in it. One I could fuck without discomfort. I thought I knew where I might find one.
I kissed Betty and Fred. "I can find my way out," I told them. "There's no need to stop fucking. Thank you both for a terrific night."
"Please come back, and soon, Pen," Fred told me, getting a firmer grip on Betty's bottom.
Betty waved bye to me, and then closed her eyes to concentrate on the cock buried in her cunt.
When I hit the street, I was surprised to find it was daylight and the block was already stirring with life. "How time flies when you're having fun!" I smiled to myself.
As I trudged into our driveway, I could hear pounding and thumping coming from the big shed at the back of our lot. I ambled into the garage to find my brother Jack trying to change a tire on his old heap. He was muttering to himself.
He was wearing just a pair of raggedy shorts he had more than half outgrown. The end of his cock dangled out below the hem of the material. I felt my pussy start to twitch!
"You are up early," he grunted, straightening up and leaning against the fender of his jalopy.
"Yes," I said, and let it go at that. "I had hoped you would be, too. I'm horny."
"Oh, Jesus," he said. "Well, no. I'm up but I'm not up, I guess. There's nothing about fixing a fucking flat to get a boy excited."
"Why don't you fix up a hot snatch?" I teased, pressing against him and nibbling on his ear.
"I love your long, leisurely approach to getting screwed," he grinned.
"Life is short," I grinned back at him, rubbing my hips against his cock. "But you are getting longer, I'm happy to tell you."
"I know what I'm getting," he smiled.
"I don't think you do," I whispered, lifting my skirt and pressing his hard cock between my thighs. "Jack, I need you. Now! Do it to me!"
"Right here? Standing up? Suppose we get visitors?"
"Let's worry about that when and if it happens." I spread my legs and rubbed his stiff cock against my wet cuntlips. "Push!" I told him.
"Can you take..." he started to say, and then he really came to life. "Yes, you can! Wow, are you slippery and ready! Uh! Guh... God damn... does your cunt ever feel good!"
"Guess who's not a virgin any more," I panted, grinding my hips against him. I held my skirt up and leaned back so he could see his cock sliding smoothly up my cunt.
"Holy Mackerel," he breathed. "Guess who's going to last about ten seconds more! You may not be a virgin, but I am! Was," he corrected himself. "So this is how a cunt feels around a boy's dick!"
"Don't think about coming," I told him. "Relax. Just enjoy screwing nie."
"Relax, she says! Haha!" But he did get a firm grip on my butt and he did fuck me the way I needed. Slowly, deeply, thrillingly!
"You are so good, Jack! Honest!" My cunt clamped down on him, no matter how hard I tried to keep kind of loose and not rub him off so quickly it would all be over too soon.
"Mmmmm. You're like a flaming hot poker in me!" I felt his cock start to get even more rigid.
"Penny!" he gasped. "I can't hold it back. I can't. AAaaieeeee! Oh, Holy Mother of Mercy! My balls are going to blow right off!"
I waited until the last possible second, then I slipped him out of me and grabbed his stiff, red cock in both hands. He must have established a world's record for the longest standing cum shot. He blasted a white river of cum into the air, clenching his fists and blowing his cheeks out with a loud, "Mmmmmphff!"
I grabbed his hand and jammed two of his fingers into my pussy and squeezed my legs together hard! I fell against him, hugging him tightly to me. I got off one huge come, but it was enough to make my cunt temporarily happy.
I kissed him and rumpled up his hair. "Thank you, Jack," I whispered.
"Muh, muh, my p-pleasure," he stuttered. "Can I go lay down now? Before I fall down?"
"Isn't it nice, not being a virgin?" I laughed, as we half-stumbled along the driveway.
"Nothing like it in the world," he grinned.
Like a good sister, I let him use the shower first. When I emerged, all refreshed and glowing pink, Lauri was sitting on the pot.
"Hi," I smiled at her.
"Hi," she grinned back at me. "You look happy."
"That's because I am, I guess," I told her.
"I think you're not sure because you really want to have what I have, Penny."
"And that is?"
"A steady boyfriend. I can tell just by looking at your pussy what you've been doing."
"Well, Wise One, are you doing any differently?" I asked her, covering my cunt with the towel, to my surprise.
"I'm getting mine, too. But I still say there is a difference when you are in love. Listen, Pen. Jack's brother just moved into town. I met him and... and well, he's not square and he's damn good looking. His name is Andy. I could fix you up with him."
I looked at her dabbing her naked cunt with a little pad of tissue. There was something in what she was saying. Fucking around like I had been was wild, and I couldn't see myself giving up all that excitement, but why not give romance a chance? I didn't have to fall in love, but there was something that could only result from being truly happy inside.
"Call him," I told her.
"Don't need to," she smiled at me. "He and Jack will be by in about an hour. We're going to Carter's Creek in Andy's van. We would love to have you come along. Bring your bikini."
"Carter's Creek!" I grinned at her, seeing her face turn a little pinkish. "And if I don't go, will you let Andy watched Jack eat you out?"
"Now don't be rude Penny," she huffed. "If you must know, he already has. But he's a gentleman. He never touched me, even though he was so hot I thought smoke would pour out of his ears."
"Is he hung?" I asked.
"Really, Penny, you are just terrible! I don't know. I've never seen his cock," she giggled. "But his slacks sure bulge super nice!"
"I'll be ready," I promised her.
And I was. And all the way up to the creek I could hardly take my eyes off Andy for a minute! He was my height, with curly blonde hair and a deep tan and sky blue eyes that didn't miss one bounce of my boobs as the van climbed higher into the mountains and the road got rougher. He told me he was eighteen, and no, he didn't have a steady girl, and he found it hard to believe Lauri and me were sisters.
"Are we that different?" I asked him, watching how the muscles in his arms rippled as he steered around the sharp curves on the narrow road.
He lowered his voice, although Lauri and Jack were in such a close huddle in the back of the van, they could have been up on the moon for all the attention they paid us.
"I think you are prettier," he smiled at me. "And sexier."
I had to say it. "I don't shave my pussy, Andy."
"And best of all, you are very frank and direct," he grinned over at me as we turned into a broad meadow surrounded by tall pine trees. "I like that in a woman." He was one cool guy!
My belly did a little flip. He had called me a woman! I wasn't Lauri's little kid sister, in his eyes.
"Don't look now," I smiled at him, "but I think I'm falling in love!"
"Think twice, Pen." He leaned over to kiss me very lightly on the lips. "Being in love can be wonderful, but it can hurt too. I know. And that's enough about that."
He looked back at Jack and Lauri. "Mr. Gas Station Man, if you can walk with a hard on, we're here now."
Jack grinned sheepishly, trying to shove his stiff cock into a neutral corner of his shorts. "Already?" he asked.
"Already," I told him. "If you two gentlemen will give us chicks some privacy, we'll slip into our bikinis and look for you down at the creek. O.K.?"
"Can't we watch?" Andy teased.
"I think we should go for a cool swim," Lauri smiled. "First."
"Ah! There's good news today!" Andy grinned. "Don't be long."
Lauri and me took three minutes flat. The boys were already splashing in the creek when we raced in. The water was cool enough to make me gasp, but I adjusted quickly. The sun was blazing hot at the high altitude. I was going to be one pink chick by nightfall. Oh well...
My sister was so horny she grabbed Jack and they floated off downstream. Already she was wrapping her legs around his waist. They disappeared around a bend and they must have found a little island somewhere because her giggles drifted back to us almost immediately, followed by a sharp gasp and little moaning whimpers that carried through the soft summer air like magic.
"Guess what they're doing?" I asked Andy.
"Discussing the price of rice in China," he grinned, his arms going around me as we stood in the waist-deep water and braced ourselves against the push of the rapid stream.
"Guess again," I told him. "I hear tell you've watched them doing what we both know they're doing. Did it bother you?"
"Yes," he said flatly. "I broke two buttons off my pants."
"Only two?"
"There were only three. I'm not Mr. Superstud, you know."
"No, I don't know," I told him, sliding my hands inside his swim trunks and squeezing his firm asscheeks.
"I've always wanted to be. Mr. Superstud, I mean," he laughed. "But I haven't yet met a girl who turns me on, really roaring hot."
"Yes, you have," I told him. "If you kiss me, you might begin to figure out who she is."
He began to figure! His kiss was gentle and, in a way, timidly exploring. His first kiss, I mean. The second was firmer and longer. On the third our lips parted and our tongue tips met and little shivers ran up my spine. On the forth my bikini top somehow came off and I was holding his hungry mouth to my tits.
"Andy," I gasped, "you have the most educated tongue I've ever felt! And Lauri was so right!"
He kissed his way up my neck and over my chin and onto my parted lips. "About what?" he murmured.
"I'll tell you later. Can... can we find a place to lie down?" I pleaded.
"How about the creek bank? No one's around." We splashed through the shallows and lay close to each other on the soft grassy carpet. There wasn't a sound except the gurgle of the creek and the distant chirp of birds. And our heavy breathing!
"Andy," I whispered to him, "those trunks must be killing you... can I take them off?"
"Immediately. If not sooner," he smiled.
I came up over him, facing him on my knees. I tugged at the wet trunks and they rolled down ever so slowly. "Oh!" I breathed. "It is... you are... just beautiful!"
"I'm glad you think so, Penny. It's the only one I'll ever get."
"I'll be very nice to it, Andy. If you'll let me."
"Am I stopping you?" he asked me.
"Can I kiss it?"
"Only once. Until I get to know you better. And you have, to promise to respect me in the morning."
"You lovable nut!" I exclaimed. I kissed him very lightly, right on the tip of his throbbing cock.
"Is that it?" he asked.
"That's all I know to do," I told him, batting my eyes at him.
"Believe me, there is a little more that can be done. You're a tease, aren't you?"
"I don't mean to be, Andy. Teasing is not nice. And I'm a nice girl."
"Show me," he said.
I held his hands firmly in mine and stretched out between his legs. He watched my tongue twirl around on the head of his beautiful prick, and then his hands began to grip mine more tightly as he saw his cock slide into my mouth. He was built just exactly right for me. I could take all of him without choking or having to back off. He tasted so good I almost cried. I sucked and sucked on him, but not wildly or roughly. His hands crept into my hair and his hips rose up off the grass as my mouth worked up and down on his shaft.
"Oh, Penny. I have never felt anything like that. Never!"
I crawled up on his body, hugging him so hard his ribs almost cracked. "Andy, Andy." I was almost crying. "I feel... I can't explain it. I'm hot and I want to make love something awful, but inside, I'm so happy and calm... I'm all confused!"
"Me, too, Pen. I... I think we have something here. Something special!"
"Yes. Very special." My pussy was beginning to twitch inside. "Don't you... don't you want to see what I have?"
"Very much. I just didn't want to push too hard and fast." He rolled me over on my back and kissed his way down my body to my pussy mound. I felt him tug my bikini aside. I felt his hot breath against my cunt hair.
"Gorgeous! You are fantastic! That's the most beautiful pussy in the whole world!"
"Andy, please," my voice was shaking. "Kiss it. Lick me. Suck me. Now. I can't wait to feel... ooooooh!"
His tongue found my clit straight away. I wanted to tear my bikini off but I didn't want to stop him from licking my hot cunt. My knees snapped open and my hips sprang up off the ground. His hands slid under me and he ate me and ate me and ate me! His tongue seemed to fold together and get stiff as a cock, slipping in and out of my wet cunt-hole with a smooth rhythm that felt better to me than any dick I'd ever taken. He was an absolute cuntmaster, in my book!
The moment I'd feel my climax start to sweep me away, he'd change his technique. Now his mouth was working on my cunt. Now he speared my pussy with his tongue again. Now he was holding my cunt open and licking hungrily along the inside lips of my pussy. Now he held me up higher and nuzzled down between my tight buns, licking around my brown ass-hole until I couldn't stand it any more, and then, he slowly made his way back up to my hard clit again.
There was no more holding back. Everywhere he touched me was tingling and raging hot. I was all cunt! He felt my body grow rigid. He concentrated on sucking my clit and swept me off into a super thunderous orgasm that made me wrench out one loud scream before I went completely limp in his hands.
When I opened my eyes, he was peering anxiously into them.
"Jesus! You scared the hell out of me, Penny. You passed right out. For almost a full minute."
I pulled his face down to me and kissed him. Real hard.
"See what a superstud can do to a nice girl?" I murmured.
"I qualify?"
"Oh! Do you ever!"
He grinned down at me. "Its going to take us a week just to get past oral sex, I guess."
"Are we in a hurry?"
"No. No way. But we can't lay here on the grass for a week."
"The squirrels might nibble on your nuts," I giggled.
"God forbid!" he laughed. "A superstud with nibbled nuts would have a terrible handicap!"
"You must have a bedroom some where. Just for two," I suggested.
"Got the back room at Jack's," he told me, helping me to my feet. "Let's find Lauri and her lover and take off. O.K.?"
"I'm with you." I suddenly grabbed him and held him tightly to me. "For as long as you want me, Andy. I know. Think twice. Like you told me. But is it all right if I fall in love and sort of wait for you to catch up to me?"
"It's more than just all right, Pen. I... hey, here come the wobbly lovers now!"
Jack stared at my stiff nipples and my soaking wet pussy until Lauri gave him a swat.
"Maybe you should put your bikini back on, Pen," she chided me.
"And where is yours?" I asked.
Her hands flew to her bare boobs. "Oh my God. I'm so out of it I forgot to... Jack... it must be back on that sandy little island we found. Good grief! Andy, stop staring at my cunt. Oh, well, you've seen it before. The hell with the suit. My clothes are in the van. Are we leaving?"
"Now," Andy said firmly. "Pile in. And please, no fucking on the way home, you two. My balls ache enough now, without having to listen to a cock slursh around in a hot cunt."
"No promises," Lauri grinned at him. "So suffer a little!"
"You're a pal," he told her, whacking her on her firm bottom. "Into the van with you. We are off!"
"You said it. I didn't!" she teased him.
I had never seen her so bubbling over and so... so human? Was this my sister? I marveled at what being in love with a sexy man could do for a female. And I marveled at the new emotions I was feeling. All the way back to the city my head was in a whirl. And I could already feel Andy in me. Me and my imagination!
Chapter Twelve
When we hit Jack's place, Lauri tripped him and beat him to the sofa, falling on it first and pulling him onto her. She gave a mad, happy laugh and started fucking her hips against his like a sex-starved old maid who'd found a burglar hiding under her bed.
"Give it to me, darling. Give it to me! All of it!"
"Right through our clothes?" he laughed.
"Yes. Who cares? Push a little harder. They'll tear. You'll see. No... wait a minute. I want Penny to see that cock you carry around. And Penny, don't get ideas! This is all mine!"
She whisked his slacks off him and held his stiff rod out for me to admire. And I did! He was built very, very nicely. But not as well as Andy, I thought. She ripped off her clothes, tossing them away like she intended to go nude the rest of her sexy life. Her pussy was all red and it looked very well loved, but ready for more.
"If you'll excuse me," she said, falling to her knees, "I can't talk to you any more. I expect an impediment in my speech any second now."
Andy just shook his head and rolled his eyes at me. "I guess we could come back and claim his body in an hour or so. I think she will have sucked him to death by then."
"No way. I'm too young to die," Jack laughed.
"Mmmmrnmphf," Lauri mumbled, her mouth full of hard cock.
"I think that means so long for now," Andy chuckled, seizing my hot hand. "Shall we?"
Naked together, in his bedroom, he suddenly grew serious. "So this may sound dumb, darling," he said to me, "but I have to ask. Is there anything I could do with you in bed that might be wrong?"
"I can't think of even one thing, Andy. I'm yours. Completely. I know you are a gentle, sweet lover. Anyway you want to take me, I'm ready."
We lay close together on the bed, kissing and running our hands over each other, almost like two hesitant strangers. We pressed tightly together, his hard prick slipping into my ready pussy so smoothly I don't remember exactly when it happened. It just seemed we were into it, easily, naturally, and fucking like we had known each other for ages and ages.
"You feel so wonderful in me," I sighed. "It's like my cunt was specially built just for you... and I feel like my whole being is making love to you. Not just my pussy."
"I know what you mean, Pen. And it seems this... affair... let's call it something, for the sake of a name... is getting awfully heavy, awfully fast. Is this what you want?"
"I don't know, Andy. This is all new to me. The emotions, I mean. Let's just fuck and not worry. If it's meant to be for real, it will be."
He drew back and looked deep into my eyes. "You are very sensible for a female," he smiled. "No offense."
"No offense, Andy. And no more talk, for now. Sit up, darling and hold my legs open. I want to see that cock of yours fucking me. Every stroke. Uh! Jeez, are you hard!"
He was every bit as talented with his cock as he was with his tongue. He had me hanging on the ropes in just a dozen deep strokes. The bed felt like it was tilting and spinning under me! "Aaaanrghh," I moaned. "Dear God! You are so good to me! Fuck me, Andy. FUCK ME!" My voice went right up the scale as he picked up the pace. I began to sweat like mad and dig my nails into his firm butt.
He reached up and punched my pillow into a tight ball so my head was held up and I could see his cock fucking me and fucking me into one big hot bundle of nerves. He grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly to him, spreading my legs wide. I could see my cuntlips folding in around his stiff shaft as he pumped like mad, coming up on his knees and lifting my butt right up off the bed. He was so strong he tossed me around like I weighed nothing at all, sweating hard and dripping perspiration on my heaving chest. The bed complained like crazy, moving around the room on its rollers like the floor was a huge sheet of slippery ice.
He suddenly pulled out and flipped me over, lifting me up until I was on my hands and knees. He slid into me from the back, going into my cunt so deeply I half fell down, hugging the pillow and moaning like I was dying. He slipped his hand under me. I felt his fingers rolling my clit around and around, sending a wild new sensation ripping through me. He got rougher, but he still never really hurt me.
His cock whipped out of me. I gasped in protest, but he silenced me in another second when he pulled me to my feet and jammed back into me, fucking me silly, standing up beside the torn up bed.
The pressure of my clit rubbing on his hard cock-shaft made me so damn hot that old red film began to make his perspiring face all fuzzy and blurry. My knees gave out and I would have fallen right on the floor if he hadn't caught me and laid me tenderly on the bed again. But his cock never left my cunt, and he never stopped stroking into my aching hole.
I was gone. Out on my back. My head rolled around with the pillow. My lungs labored and strained for air. I locked my ankles over his back and clung to him for dear life. I was limp as a rag doll, but my nerves were on fire! Every inch of my body was wildly alive and super sensitive to his touch.
"Now!" he gasped. "Now! Come with me, Penny. Come. Come! Come!!" I felt his cock stop its plunging. It held motionless and rigid inside me. He seethed to stop breathing. My eyes snapped open and I stared at his handsome face. Then I felt his cock start to twitch and jerk and throb. I heard a strange voice gasp. "Andy! Andy! I love you."
And that was the first time I ever heard myself say those three wonderful words to any man. I knew, way down deep inside me, it wouldn't be the last time. Not to my man. My lover!
