It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some secret desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes dark passions surface-and another Charles Manson, or Lee Harvey Oswald emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed and another Watergate or Tidal Basin affair hits the headlines.
THE WIDOW'S NAUGHTY DAUGHTER is a dramatic representation of a young woman who dares to let her most base desires and passions come to the fore.
Here are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be they reward or punishment, for acting out their very personal, very taboo desires, for allowing themselves to be completely liberated.
Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Randy Jones, give those back to me this instant!"
Tisha Wells stamped her foot in frustration as Randy dodged back, waving the panties in the air.
"That isn't fair, and you know it!" she said angrily, glaring at him. "It's your stupid old game we're playing, isn't it? And besides, do you want the whole neighborhood to see?"
"All right, all right." Standing by the open window of her bedroom, Randy laughed and let the panties dangle triumphantly in his fingertips. He made no move to give them back. "I'll quit showing off, then. But just remember I'm not the one who started this. You're the one who made the bet, aren't you? For every A I got on finals, one piece of clothing. Come on Tish, admit it. This was your idea in the first place."
Then his voice turned suspiciously soothing. "Now, how about the rest? Or don't you pay off your debts?"
Tish fumed. To tell the truth, she'd forgotten all about their bet, thinking it was only a joke. But the moment school had officially ended this morning, Randy had caught up with her in the crowded corridor, grinning from ear to ear and gripping the white slip of paper with his grades on it.
And now, barely two hours later and with her Mom off on hernew secretarial job, he was actually expecting her to go through with it!
The really ironic fact was that she'd ever made such a bet in the first place. Despite being next-door neighbors and best of friends, Randy was always competing with her in some way or other. And somehow-she wasn't quite sure how, but she knew it was so-somehow he'd goaded her into this ridiculous bet.
On the other hand, who'd have thought that Randy Jones would get straight A's? and even worse: that she would receive nothing but B's?
Some bet!
"Oh, all right," she gave in, removing her shoes. "That was one. Here's two and three."
But Randy shook his head, not about to be cheated. "Those only count as number two. And you've got four to go, Tish."
Tish considered the problem a bit nervously. All she had left were skirt, blouse and bra. It was certain Randy wouldn't count her necklace, but even if he did, that was four. Every stitch she had on!
Once again the galling thought came to mind: who would ever have believed it? Randy Jones making straight A's!
Almost angrily, she began to unbutton her blouse. "Okay, I'll pay up. But only because school's over now, and I won't have to go through this for another whole year!"
Randy looked on with obvious pleasure as she removed the blouse and set it neatly on a chair, taking her time and trying to hide the fierce blush on her face as he took in the small white cups of her bra. She'd never been this undressed in front of a boy before, and the horny look on his face was a little frightening.
But it was exciting, too.
Despite her embarrassment, Tish felt her young cunt creaming as she turned brazenly to face him. "That's three. And this is four."
She removed her necklace slowly, stalling.
"Now only two to go" Randy urged, licking his lips with obvious anticipation.
Tish made a face at him. Then, steeling her nerve, she reached around behind her and unsnap-ped her bra.
It fell loose, freeing her small outthrust tits. Aided by the long sinuous curves of her light-brown hair, the dangling white cups played hide-and-seek with her creamy upright jugs, showing off the milky swell of their roundness and making Randy's expression tighten in a lustful leer.
"Yeah," he grunted in a gravelly tone, his throat constricted. "That's it, just keep going ..."
Only too aware of the effect she was having, Tish began to enjoy her show. She could feel her sensitive nipples expand in reaction, blossoming into twin hard spires at the look on his face. At an inexperienced seventeen, she'd never even remotely considered showing herself off like this. Her mother's strict upbringing had taught her about the disgusting things boys liked to do with girls, and she'd always before shuddered in fear at the little aching twinges that seemed to emanate from her cunt more and more lately.
But at the moment, she wasn't disgusted at all. And she wasn't shuddering either.
But her cunt was twinging like crazy.
"I just hope you're enjoying this," she taunted, "because it's the last look you'll ever get. So you'd better make it good!"
With that pronouncement she shrugged the loose bra off and let it fall.
Her tits seemed to leap free, jutting and straining outward. Randy gasped. They were even bigger than he'd always imagined, their two quivering orbs thrusting up without a bit of sag. But what really caught his gaze were the pink bumpy aureolae of her nipples. Mouth-sized and swollen, they seemed to point directly at him, their peaks spiring out stiffly to full inch-long hardness.
His cock twisted in his jeans at the sight, making his hps twitch in a half-grimace.
"Not bad," he managed, his voice cracked. "Not bad at all. But how about the rest? I even ac-ed that shitty math class for this. Come on, Tish. Let's see something for math class."
She blushed furiously. But her blush wasn't purely embarrassment by now. Her youthful pussy was itching and burning the way it did sometimes late at night. And on those nights, only a little frantic rubbing with her fingers would make it go away.
It needed rubbing right now. But with Randy in the room, and that ominous bulge stretching the denim sheath of his crotch tight the way it was, she had a vague notion that the kind of rubbing her twat wanted now was a kind her fingers couldn't supply.
"All right then," she said slowly, pleased at the tortured expression on his face at her hesitation. "I guess it was a fair bet, and you won. But just one look, and that's all. Will that satisfy you?"
He nodded, a taut jerking motion of his head. His eyes didn't waver, didn't dare blink as srie reached around and unzipped the back of her skirt. Randy's pulse hammered at the slithering sound. His prick soared up painfully in its prison, and he practically leaned forward in pure expectancy as the top of the skirt went limp and began to slide down.
Instinctively Tish let the garment inch along her hips with a slow tantalizing motion. Though she was inexperienced at such things, she knew from the hissing sound of Randy's breath the effect she was having. The skirt slid along her rounded hips, baring inch after inch of smooth flat tummy until it reached the crest of her now-sopping cunt. She paused one last instant, then let it slip further.
Randy's mouth dropped open as the first dark curls of her pussy popped into view. He'd seen pussies before. In pictures and at movies, and once by sneaking into the girls' locker room at school with a couple of friends. But he'd never seen a real cunt this close up before. His eyes were wide and shining as the garment slipped down, baring Tish's snatch entirely.
She let the skirt drop and stepped out of it, creaming hard beneath his stare. "Well? Is this what you wanted?"
His head bobbed again, eyes fastened on the thick triangle of fur in front of him. Like her hair, Tish's pussy mound was light brown, almost blonde. But at the moment its twining curls were darkened with moisture, splitting slightly apart to display the first pink fringe of her gash and making his eyes bulge.
She almost giggled at Randy's stare. Gazing down at her cunt, he looked as if he was in pain. Which might not be far wrong at all, judging from that blatant stiffness in his pants.
"Good," she went on naturally, trying to pretend her pussy wasn't aching just as much. "That means we're all even. I always pay off my debts. And just to prove it, you can look all you want. I'll even help!"
With those words she slipped onto the bed and leaned back on her elbows, brazenly lifting her knees and letting them slide wide apart, allowing Randy an unobstructed view of her cunt.
At the sight of the glistening pink twat gaping before him, Randy found his voice at last. "Oh-oh shit, Tish! You've got the best-looking cunt anywhere! Uh . . . can I get a closer look?"
On the verge of suggesting just that herself, Tish nodded gleefully. "Go ahead. You may as well enjoy your look while you can, because it won't last much longer."
At her permission he hastily knelt by the bed, coming eye level with her sopping slit.
Randy's cock throbbed, his stomach tied in a knot, and something like a groan swelled deep in his chest at the spectacle of his next-door neighbor's spread-open cunt. He hadn't been lying. It really was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. All pink and dewy with juice, its puffy lips flared slightly, parting the light fringe of cunt fuzz and giving him a look directly into the drooling depths of her dank little hole. Just above that small juicy cavern, her clit protruded like a button that just ached to be pressed. He could even see the little puckered eye of her anus winking up between her taut asscheeks, collecting the stream of liquid that oozed from her pussy.
By now it was obvious to Randy that Tish was enjoying this as much as he was. And that realization made his hands fly up even as he spoke.
"You . . . you don't mind if I touch it a little, do you?"
Tish did giggle then. Not only at Ihe plea in his voice, but also at the giddy surge of cream that soared from her cunt at the suggestion. "It's okay. Go righ-iiiahhhh!"
Her words turned into a gasping cry as his fingers tentatively reached out, stroking up and down the length of her pussy.
Neither of them had ever done anything like this before. Neither of them quite knew what to expect.
And Tish certainly didn't expect the sudden surge of hot need that tore through her now. "Ohhhhh," she groaned, lurching up. "That's good, keep doing that, mmm ..."
Randy grinned. His fingertips trailed along her slash, for the first time feeling the hot wetness of pussy beneath them. Remembering something he'd read in a book, he brought his thumbs to the stiff hooded juncture that was her clit and began to knead the jutting little bud, rolling and pressing it like a marble.
"Ahhhh!" Tish's mouth flew open and she arched up at the delicious spasm of pleasure that soared through her. "Oh yes, that feels so good, * keep rubbing me just like that, Randy, ummmm . . ."
He teased her clit until she was panting and surging up, enjoying his probing fingers far better than she ever had her own.
But that wasn't the only thing Randy had read about. Impulsively deciding to try something even better, he suddenly bent down and pressed his lips against her clit.
"Yes!" Tish practically shrieked as he sucked her taut button, drinking up the horny hot cream that burst from her pussy. "Eat me! Suck my pussy, stick your tongue in me and lick up all my juice, oh yes play with my clit like that ohhhh!"
Her cries rose as she arched up, grinding her cunt to Randy's face. He tortured her small stiff lovebutton until he had her writhing in sheer bliss, then slithered his tongue along the length of her gash and pushed it smoothly between fat cunt-lips to gouge the slickness of her hole.
"Ummmm!" Tish groaned loudly, her hands clutching handfuls of his hair to urge him on. "That's right, fill my pussy with your tongue and fuck me with it, screw me Randy, oh yesssss!"
"Mmmfff-" Randy let out a muffled reply, busy doing just that. His rough probe reamed out her tight cunt and began to slide in and out like a pecker, just the way it had been in the book. Pussy cream gushed over his chin, and the teenage girl cried out as a tingling wave of climax surged through her.
"Suck me! Harder, harder oh yeah, make me come, now now I-ohh, I'm cominnnggg!"
She'd never before felt anything like the pure uninhibited blast of joy that ripped through her now. An electric current seemed to shoot throughout her, and she twisted up in a wild humping rhythm, enjoying the first real orgasm she'd ever honestly had. MAaaahhhh!"
At her reaction Randy dug his tongue in even faster, at the same time working her clit with his thumbs.
By now his cock was pulsing with need, and at the very peak of Tish's climax he abruptly drew away, made courageous by the need pounding in his confined prick.
"Uuuhhh ..." Whimpering, Tish opened her eyes just in time to see him jerking at his jeans. "What . . . what're you . . . ohh!"
In a single motion he was tearing down his jeans, and she gaped at the massive prong that swung up bare and hard.
"Now I'm going to show you how girls really pay off their debts," he said in a husky choked voice that was meant to be a laugh. "And I'll bet you like it just as much as I do!"
Then he was crawling forward, his expression twisted with youthful lust he sprawled between her legs and lunged straight for her pussy.
Numb with a mixture of astonishment and arousal, Tish didn't make the slightest attempt to stop him. The sight of Randy's enormous pecker held her spellbound, even as it speared for her cunt. She'd never seen anything so huge and thick in her life. Hard and veined and straining forward, it drove toward her like a missile, its reddened cocktip glistening with a droplet of man's jism as it rocketed down for her hungry young cunt.
And at the first piercing touch of that giant rod, any protest she might have made vanished.
"Yes!" she cried as his pecker stabbed between parted cunt-lips and rammed its. head into her. "Yes, fuck me! Stick me with your cock-oh it hurts, don't stop, ohh-pleeeease!"
Gasping for breath and relieved that she didn't object, Randy lunged again. His eight-inch shaft soared deeper, filling Tish's pussy with half its rigid length.
There was a moment of incredible pain, like a tearing inside her. But that disappeared almost instantly, replaced by a sudden swell of fresh climax that soon had her hunching up for more, stabbing herself on his cock.
"Oh Randy, get it all inside me!" she wailed, succumbing totally to the sensation of fucking for the first time in her life. "I want to feel every bit of your-ah!-your pecker, more, yes more, morrre!"
Urged on, Randy's body slammed forward harder than ever.
Tish shrieked as more and more of his hammering meat stabbed into her. Inch after inch shoved its way up her greased hole, until at last his thick cockfur mingled with her pussy curls, balls slapping against her asscheeks and hips grinding down, ramming the base of his pecker against her clit.
He was all the way inside her now, the thickness of his dick wedging between her cuntlips and filling her hot young pussy with a man's fat veined dick.
And before she knew it, Tish was reacting automatically. She hunched up, working Randy's dong around and reaming herself out on his luscious pole. Whimpering and clutching at his taut ass, she bounced up and down with increasing rhythm.
Following that cue Randy followed suit, easing his prick back and forth so that it was soon gliding out almost its full slick length to stab into her again.
Now, for the first time ever, Tish was really fucking.
And it was even better than she'd ever dreamed.
"Oh yes, fuck me!" she cried, sobbing deliriously as he pumped hard and fast into her. "Fuck me good, yes, yes oh Randy I'm coming, harder-oh fuck, yeeeessss!"
Climax tore through her in wrenching spasms, and she bucked wildly in a frenzy of orgasm on his big cum-swollen shaft.
"Do it now, come in my pussy, hurry oh hurry CUUUUMMMM!"
Writhing in blissful delight, the teenage girl lunged up for every precious inch of Randy's cock.
And in that instant he pistoned down, driving hilt-deep in her greedy hole and unleashing his ball-bursting load of jizz.
Hot spurts of creamy cum filled her sucking channel, and Tish let out a small scream, climaxing even harder as she arched up to take it all.
Twisting and panting and clinging to each other, both teenagers lunged in a fury of completion, satiating themselves in a release like nothing neither of them had ever known before.
At last, totally drained and satisfied, they slumped together on the bed, a gasping tangle of bliss.
Tish was the first to speak, tits heaving for breath. "Ohhhh, that was ... so good . . ."
Then she giggled, squirming to slosh his limp pecker in her juicy cunt. "But I didn't know this was part of our bet!"
Meeting her happy gaze, Randy managed a weak grin. "Well, math class was pretty tough. And besides, I gave you your change, didn't I?"
With those words he wiggled, chuckling as the drool of his jizz seeped from her twat. They giggled together at that, and Tish luxuriated in her new freedom.
"Well then, if we're going to be fair I guess I owe you one for each A," she said mischievously, breaking into a smile at the thought. "And you can collect anytime you want. After all, we've got all summer!"
They grinned at each other, both glad that Tish was a girl who paid off her debts.
CHAPTER TWO
And at the very moment her daughter was joyfully paying off her debt to Randy, Gloria Wells was in the midst of paying off a little debt of her own.
"I think that ought to do it, Mrs. Wells. Yes, I think that will do very nicely. Now, once we get the papers typed up and the contract signed, we should have the Grant estate deal tied up by the end of the week. You've done an outstanding job on this one, if I may say so. Yes indeed, outstanding." .
Harvey Collins* approving voice was a hot breath on the back of her neck. He leaned over her, his big hands gently kneading her shoulders as he pretended to study the notepad in her lap.
Gloria could feel the prod of his stiffened prick pushing against the back of her soft chair, burning its way through vinyl and foam as if pressing against her very flesh.
And she could feel herself wilting at the nearness of his cock, melting in a gush of hot guilty cream.
Abruptly, in an effort to escape the effect his pecker was having, she flipped her notepad shut and started to rise. "Why, thank you. Will that be all for today, Mr. Collins?"
Without actually tensing, the hands on her shoulders seemed to restrain her as he chuckled. "Well, for one thing, you can stop referring to me as 'Mr. Collins'. After all, any secretary who can put up with me and at the same time arrange a real-estate deal while I'm out of town deserves to call me Harve. All right, Gloria?"
She nodded with a little tremor as his fingers crept across the border of her low-cut dress to caress her skin. In the three weeks she'd worked for Harvey Collins, that was one of the things he insisted upon: he wanted his secretaries to look sexy. For the clients, he said.
And at first, that hadn't seemed like a high price to pay for the first real job she'd ever had. A job that, frankly, they both knew she was lucky to get. A widow for the past two years since John's auto accident, with no past experience other than that of housewife, she hadn't been nearly as qualified as the half-dozen other women who'd applied. And at first, she'd wondered why he'd hired her at all.
But as his hands dipped across her smooth creamy skin, Gloria had the feeling she was about to find out.
"I ... I think I'd better get this typed up for you then," she said hurriedly, trying to hide the surging mixture of horniness and fear stabbing through her. "After all, we don't want to keep Mr. Grant's money waiting, do we? The sooner I get this done-"
"Oh, no hurry." Harve's voice was soothing as his hands stroked her in a circular massaging motion. "It's too late in the day to start now. And besides, I want a chance to show my appreciation for the way you put that deal through while I was gone. You don't mind that, do you?"
His kneading fingers slipped down until they touched the upcurving hint of her tits displayed by the inch or so of her dress's cleavage, and Gloria realized she was actually trembling It had been two years since any man had touched her like that. Two long, lonely years with a growing teenage daughter to look after and John's insurance trust rapidly dwindling to nothing.
And now, in a mere three weeks, Harve had managed to break down the barriers of emptiness within her. A large attractive man in his early forties with broad truckdriver shoulders and just a sprinkling of grey in his thick dark hair, he'd sensed a hidden willingness in her from the very first day.
And his constant good-humored flirtations had grown more and more serious in response. The quick little pats on her bottom had become lingering squeezes, and the furtive glances that had made his expression twinkle with delight were now blatant piercing stares that seemed to strip her naked on the spot.
And the humiliating part was that Gloria didn't mind at all. And especially not right now, with the combination of praise and gliding fingers that had her tingling with that familiar, long-suppressed ache.
Abruptly she couldn't stand the teasing game anymore. Her nipples were spiring against the cups of her bra, and she could feel the damp stain spreading on her panties. If she didn't get out of here fast, she was going to dive right into her boss's pants!
"It ... it really wasn't anything," she said hastily, slipping from beneath his hands and rising to face him. "Really, Mr.-Harve, I'm the one who should be grateful. For the opportunity, your patience ..."
Gloria didn't realize she'd been backing up until she bumped into the edge of his big cluttered desk.
Harve rounded the chair and strode forward with a confident smile, his blue eyes travelling up and down her shape with blatant familiarity. A tall slender woman with dark, almost auburn hair, Gloria was used to being stared at. Men liked the way her tits jutted, unusually large and appearing even larger against her sleek model's figure. They liked the swelling outcurve of her hips and the full ripe roundness of her ass that stretched her dresses tight. And to be honest, she'd always enjoyed the notion that more than one cock stiffened because of her.
But this was different. Harve wasn't just a passing stranger, or a flirting friend. He was her boss. And at the moment he obviously intended more than a little harmless flirtation.
"Is something the matter, Gloria? You look a little flushed. Not coming down with something, are you? Here, let me feel."
Before she could move he approached and stood before her, reaching up to cup her reddened cheeks in his palms.
"No, please. I'm all ri-"
Abruptly she felt his bulging cock grinding against her crotch. And the sensation was too much to avoid. With a gasp she pushed forward, automatically gyrating her hips to force its stabbing hardness against her pussy.
"Ah, that's better," Harve said, his smile tightening into a lustful leer. "I knew I'd chosen the right one for the job the instant I laid eyes on you. But we wouldn't want you to catch a fever, would we? And I know just the thing to cure that . . ."
His hands unexpectedly slipped down to cup her tits, and Gloria groaned despite herself. "Harve, don't. It-it isn't . . . ahhh . . ."
Her protests were ignored as his fingers slid beneath the cleavage of her dress, forcing past her bra and squeezing her bare jugs.
She hissed in a breath as her stiff nipples soared up in his rotating palms. At the same time he pushed his swollen rod even deeper into her crotch, chuckling as he did. "Now, isn't that better? I know just what it takes to stop the little aches and pains a woman like you has, Gloria. I knew it would just be a matter of time before you came around for my treatment. And this looks like as good a place to start as any ..."
With one deft motion Harve shoved one shoulder of her dress completely down, exposing the pale creamy jug in his hand. Its bumpy pink aureola was quivering, her nipple spiking out with all the need she had been holding back.
Without any further warning his head swooped down, and she felt her erect bud being sucked into her mouth.
"Uhhhmmm ..." Gloria couldn't help her groan of delight as he rolled the stiff nipple on his tongue until it was tingling, then began to suck on it greedily. His lips made wet slurping noises, and without quite realizing it she arched her shoulder, forcing more of her tit to his hungry mouth.
At the same time Harve's hands were busy unzipping and unsnapping her dress, pushing it down to her waist until both her jutting pink-tipped orbs were exposed.
Gloria tried to resist, but the urgent stiffness of his big horny dick was too great a force to overcome. She hadn't felt a man's cock this near her in too long. Its demanding presence, along with the hot mouth fastened to her tit, quickly had her melting in fiery gushing hunger.
"Ohh," she moaned, grinding her cunt to that tantalizing stiffness. "Oh my God, that . . . that feels so good ..."
Harve gave a muffled chuckle of self-confident assurance and switched from one tit to the other, making them both gleam with throbbing wetness.
And all the while his hands worked fervently, shoving the bunched dress over Gloria's round hips until at last it fell free and collapsed in a heap at her feet.
Now she stood in nothing but a translucent pair of silky white panties that were soaked at the crotch-a fact which Harve discovered as he pushed his middle finger along the slick crevice of her cunt, feeling her slippery pussy lips through the damp material.
She gasped at the dizzying surge of need tearing through her. His finger gouged up, locating her clit through the fabric and rubbing against it to send an unbelievable shudder of pleasure soaring from her long-unused cunt.
She made a feeble attempt to push his hand away, but by now they both knew the effort was useless.
Harve's head pulled back from her quivering tits, and he spoke in a husky tone, grinning wider than ever. "Stop fighting it, baby. I've seen that hungry look often enough before to tell when a woman really wants it. Why do you think I hired you in the first place? Now just relax and give in, while old Harve makes it feel all better ..."
She merely whimpered, unable to form a reply as he tortured her clit into spiraling joyful tautness.
They'd gone too far to stop now. And the humiliating part was that she knew he was right. F?om the very first day she'd somehow known from the glint in Harve's eyes that this would happen. In a hidden part of her mind, she'd known exactly why he'd hired her.
And worst of all she'd secretly been looking forward to just this moment.
She barely had time for this realization as his fingers moved away from her cunt, gliding up to grasp the elastic band of her panties. Gloria was beyond protest as he jerked them down and off.
"Now, gorgeous," he grunted, pushing her back on the desk and prying her legs wide apart. "Now I'm going to get a little fringe benefit, and all you have to do is ease back and enjoy. That's not so hard, is it?"
Gloria watched in a turmoil of lust and horror as he unfastened his trousers and shoved them down to his knees.
Harve's prick leaped up with an intensity that made her gasp. Stiff and veined and rigid, it bobbed and waved drunkenly in the air, straining forward.
And it was enormous. At least eight inches long, it looked as thick as her fist. Its inflamed knobbed head ballooned out, glistening and red. Her pussy burst with fresh hunger, and suddenly her hands were diving down to grasp his rigid pecker. Its hardness made her groan in a gushing flood of juice, and as though of their own accord her hands began to tug on it with long firm strokes that quickly grew faster and faster. "That's it," he muttered in a mixed chuckle and gasp. "This is what you've been wanting, isn't it? Tell me, bitch! Tell me how you want my prick!"
"Yes!" she panted, unable to hold back the frantic hunger searing her aching pussy. "I want it! Oh God, I've got to feel it inside me, please-"
Laughing, Harve moved forward. Pushing her back on the desk, he let Gloria's eagerly tugging hands pull his stiff meat straight to her waiting cunt.
The first touch of his prickhead against her pussylips had her gasping and spreading her legs wide without inhibition.
"Oh-oh honey, that's it!" she hissed as his cockhead eased between her slick lips, pushing them apart and reaming out long-unused muscles. "Get it in me-oh yes, more more!"
Surrendering completely to the first tantalizing probe of that magnificent pecker, she lurched and writhed on the desk top, her cries rising as Harve pushed inexorably into her.
"Uhh-yes, yes it's so big, fuck me!"
Wrenching on his big stabbing prong, she cried out in delight. It had been two aching years since she'd felt a prick driving into her like this, and she reeled in ecstasy as the entire length of his cock slammed home.
"Unnhh!" she wailed blissfully as her cunt muscles closed tightly over that luscious fat dick in a vise-like grip.
Clutching her hips and heaving, Harve rammed his shaft hilt-deep and ground his cockbase against her clit. "How does that feel, bitch? Tell me just how much you like being fucked by a nice big cock. Tell me!"
To emphasize his words he rotated his hips, making his prick writhe inside her.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she practically shrieked, humping up to take it all. "Yes, oh God I love it, more baby, give me more! That's it ... oh yeah, that's . . . aaaahhhh ..."
Once more chuckling at his secretary's plea, he began to pump with harsh stabbing strokes, sinking his prick into her just the way he'd been wanting to do for the past three weeks. Pussy cream flowed from her snatch in hot fountains, covering his thrusting prod and slickening his balls as he plunged again and again, fucking her with all the need that had been building inside him.
Unable to hide her delight, Gloria felt the last wisps of inhibition slip away as she wrenched upward for that delicious dick, taking it all and begging for more.
"Fuck me!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing every last inch of his prick into her. "Harder, harder, oh yes Harve, that's nice, dick me good and hard lover, yes, yessss!"
Totally enraptured at the feel of that giant pecker sliding in and out of her juice-drenched hole, Gloria sobbed and bucked on the hard desk, her big glistening tits bobbling freely with each harsh thrust of his pulsing meat. His strong hands had slipped around to clasp her bouncing taut asscheeks, lifting her up and ramming his shaft into that pink clutching cunthole with all the fury of building climax surging in his balls.
Suddenly orgasm ripped through her in searing waves, and she wailed afresh in the blast of hot joy that tore from her creaming snatch.
"AHHHHHH! That's it baby, fuck me harder, I'm coming, oh Harve give it to me give me your cum, now baby now, NOWWWWWW!"
The sound that came from Harve's throat then was a rasping noise of pure lust as he drove his dick to her even harder, gasping from sheer exertion as Gloria's sucking cunt leaped up to encase and hold his pecker in a furious grip as she came in flooding shudders of ecstasy.
"GUUNNHH!"
At the very peak of her orgasm he let out a loud groan and rammed forward, releasing his load of cum.
She cried out again as a geyser of jism spurted inside her greedy pit, filling it with a familiar flood of thick oozing cream.
"Ahhhhhh . . ."
Gyrating up, she clenched her long slender legs and held him in her, coming again with each burst of jizz. His cock rippled a second time, then a third and a fourth. Face wrenched in gleeful lust, he cupped her ass and arched forward, until the last drop had been drained from his massive pecker.
Then, as they both gasped with mutual satiation, he pulled back and grinned down at her, taking in the sight of his jism leaking from Gloria's dark-thatched twat.
"Now . . . now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Gloria's eyes fluttered open, and reality seeped in once more at his words. She'd just been fucked by her new boss-and she'd loved every minute of it!
Seeing the realization on her face, Harve's grin widened. "Don't worry. I have the feeling we'll be working very closely from now on. Let's call it job security, okay?"
"You . . . you bastard ..." she managed weakly, feeling her own lips twitch in a vicious little smile of anticipation.
And the trouble was, at the moment she didn't mind that kind of security at all.
CHAPTER THREE
It was late by the time Gloria arrived home, and Tish was already fixing supper.
"I'll have everything ready in just a minute, Mom," she called at hearing her mother enter the house. "You just relax tonight. Now that school's finished, I can help out lots more around here."
"Thank you, dear," Gloria called back, making for the stairs to avoid letting her daughter see her disheveled appearance. "I think I'll just take a quick relaxing shower, then. Be right down."
Once in the privacy of the upstairs bathroom, she quickly shed her rumpled dress and sticky panties and stepped under the warm refreshing spray.
As a stream of water rushed between her legs, cleansing her cunt of its filmed layer of cum and pussy juice, she found herself drifting once more * toward the vivid memory of Harve's wonderful driving prick.
And that memory quickly had her creaming all over again. The feel of that magnificent pecker slamming into her was still fresh and clear, making her cunt burn and melt in response. As if a long-hidden well had been tapped inside her, she felt a surge of horny cream burst from her pussy and mingle with the warm massaging spray to leak down between her thighs.
On impulse Gloria reached down to cup her cunt with one hand as if to hold back that betraying fountain of arousal. Damn him! God damn him! He'd done this to her, after three long years of remaining faithful to her husband's memory! He'd taken advantage of her loneliness, of his position as her boss. He'd known how badly she needed the job, and he'd used that as a lever just to get his piece of ass. That's all she was to him: Harve had made that only too clear.
And the most humiliating part of all was that she couldn't seem to work up the guilt and disgust she knew she should feel.
In fact, she couldn't work up anything but a hot flow of anticipation at the thought of being any man's piece of ass after all these past years!
"Ummm . . ."
Groaning in ecstasy and horniness at the torrent of lust Harve had released inside her, Gloria dipped a finger between her puffy cuntlips and began to rub her pink gleaming clit, succumbing to the sudden change that had taken place in her life.
She flicked and teased the stiff bud into tingling waves of delight, pretending that they were his fingers touching her, urging her to climax.
Caught up in an uncontrollable new-found sensuality, Gloria rubbed herself to orgasm and imagined all the wicked joyful days that lay ahead.
"Oh, yes, that's right, do me, oh Harve, give it to me, faster, fast-ahhhhmmmm ..."
Wrenching beneath the shower's spray, she climaxed in delicious completion, coming luxuriously with the sharp image of Harve's stabbing meat soaring in her mind.
At last, refreshed and glowing, she stepped out and slipped into a bathrobe, then went back downstairs to find supper ready and waiting.
"My, you have been busy!" she beamed, observing her daughter's handiwork with a warm satisfaction she hadn't felt in so long. "It all looks wonderful, darling. I keep forgetting what a grown-up young lady you're getting to be!"
Still emanating the shameful and totally unashamed joy of fulfillment Harve had released, she bent and kissed Tish on the forehead, then sat down to discover she was famished.
Pleased at her mother's reaction, Tish blushed. "I'm afraid you may not think so after supper. I've got a babysitting appointment for the Porters, and I'm late already."
Gloria frowned slightly at that. "I'm not so sure I like having you babysit for them. Ina Porter's nice enough, but that husband of hers-well, I've heard stories. I don't like him, and I don't even know the man!"
Tish laughed. "Oh, don't worry about that! I've sat for them before, and he doesn't bother me. You can't believe every story you hear!"
Making a last unconvinced sound of disapproval, Gloria dove into her meal.
Tish ate hurriedly, not wanting to be late for her first babysitting job of the summer. Finishing quickly, she rose and darted upstairs to change into a skirt and blouse outfit, then rushed back down and swept past her mother, pausing just long enough to give her a peck on the cheek.
"Bye, Mom. And don't bother waiting up. I may be late, and you need your rest."
As she stormed out of the house, she heard her mother's warning voice behind her. "Just don't let that Cliff Porter get away with anything wrong.
We don't need money that much ..."
Letting the front door slam shut behind her, Tish made for the Porters' home, three blocks away.
She arrived out of breath and barely on time, pushing the doorbell button.
After a moment the door swung in, and Cliff Porter stood there in slacks and undershirt, grinning at her. "Well well, I wasn't sure you were going to make it, Tish. And what's all the hard breathing for? Your babysitting date isn't interfering with another kind of date, is it? Like one of -those sessions with one of your little boyfriends?"
Tish smiled. She knew more about Mr. Porter than she'd admitted to her Mom. All the girls who babysat for his two children knew how he liked to tease and leer at them and steal little feels and pinches when he could.
And although her mother didn't know it, Tish had never minded Cliff Porter's flirtations at all last summer when she'd started babysitting for him. A roughly handsome man, he'd always made her feel impish and sexy.
And despite this afternoon's experience with Randy, she found herself enjoying his admiration and teasing smirks as much as ever.
"Oh no, Mr. Porter," she said in a taunting, lilting voice. "I wouldn't miss this date for anything!"
Laughing, he drew back and held the door wide open. "Well then, I'll try not to disappoint my favorite babysitter. Come on in, and we'll take it from there."
Bouncing haughtily past him, Tish strode into the living room, expecting to find the rest of the Porter family there.
But to her surprise, it was empty. For that matter, there wasn't a noise from anywhere in the^ house.
"Where is everybody??" she asked, turning once more to face him. "This is the right evening, isn't it? Didn't you tell me on the phone to come by tonight?"
"Sure I did," he said lightly, shutting the front door. "Ina just took the kids out for ice cream. They should be back any minute. You don't mind waiting, do you?"
Tish shook her head, noting that Cliff didn't look much like a man who intended to go out this evening.
But before she had time to consider it, he changed the subject, looking her up and down with a greedy expression. "My God, how you've grown this year! Last summer you seemed like . . . well, like a kid. But now-you really have blossomed into a woman. Christ!"
She had to smile again at that. The way he was staring at her, Cliff could hardly keep from smacking his lips. And she liked that kind of appreciation. It made her cunt tingle and cream.
"I'll bet you don't remember how I used to pay you," he said slowly, testingly. "Remember our little hiding game? And where I used to keep the money?"
"Sure I do," she said, remembering all too well.
"Well then," his lips tugged into a daring grin. "Why don't we just find out? Go on, the money's in the same old place. And while we're waiting, I may as well pay you in advance. All you have to do is get it-if you really remember how, that is."
She knew perfectly well where the money was. Cliff always put it in a cookie jar atop the kitchen cabinet, just as he did all his babysitters. He liked to make them get it themselves, and Tish remembered how last summer she'd always thought it was just a silly game, even though she'd never minded playing it.
But after a year's worth of growing up, she now knew exactly why he kept the money so high. And at the moment, she didn't mind playing his little game at all. "I know right where it is, and I'll show you. Just watch, Mr. Porter!"
With those words she dashed into the kitchen and pulled a conveniently placed dining chair over to the counter by the sink, then stepped up on it and reached for the cookie jar resting in its usual place.
The short skirt she was wearing rode up her thighs practically to her panties, and she heard Cliff's. hiss of breath at the sight of her long, bare slender legs.
"Need some help?" he asked in a voice that was slightly gritty and choked.
"No thanks," she answered quickly, knowing that he was observing her every movement. Though her fingers closed on the cookie jar easily, she was in a mood to tease him a bit more. With that in mind she stretched even farther, feeling the border of her skirt slide up to expose just a hint of her panties.
"That's it," Cliff said in a rough tone, smiling at the flash of sheer white fabric that played hide-and-seek before him. Its translucent material stretched taut to give him a glimpse of the tight cleavage of her full asscheeks. "Now you're doing it. Just a little more ..."
Thrilling to the reaction she was creating, Tish leaned even further, trying to pretend that she was totally unaware of what was taking place.
But her pretense didn't last for long. Suddenly the dainty offering in front of him was too good to pass up. Without hesitation Cliff strode up behind her and raised his hands.
"Here, the least I can do is help steady you.
How's this?"
His palms went up to cup her ass, and Tish giggled with horny delight, glancing back over her shoulder. "I don't think that's the kind of steadying I need, Mr. Porter."
"Oh, I think it is," he answered, his throat tightening. "For me anyway. Oh yeah, you've grown into a real woman, honey. I think this is just what we both need!"
His hands had been lovingly kneading her ass, making her cunt tingle lusciously. Without warning they abruptly went up even farther, and Tish found her panties unexpectedly being jerked down.
She gasped at the sudden exposure of her bare ass, but even as she opened her mouth to protest she felt Cliff's lips trailing across her flesh, and his tongue darting out.
"Oh!" Tish trembled as his wet hot probe glided over her ass and dipped into its taut crevice to locate the pink puckered rim of her anus.
She'd never even imagined having her asshole licked, and his flicking tongue sent shivers of oozing delight all through her. "Oh Mr. Porter, that's -ooh, Cliff, that feels so good!"
Urged by the teenager's reaction, he strained forward without hesitation, burying his face in that sweet little asscrack and stabbing his tongue eagerly up her small tight hole. All last summer he'd been aching to do just this. He'd dreamed about it each time they played their game, holding back only because of her naive youth. But now, free of fear and guilt at the realization that Tish was no longer a little girl, he attacked her beautiful little asshole with furious built-up hunger, driving his wedge between her rippling cheeks and wiggling it deep into its tiny dank sheath.
At the same time Tish found her panties being pulled away entirely. A moment later she stood on the chair nude from the waist down, skirt bunched at her hips and Cliff's slurping probe gouging her shithole like a fat squirming worm.
"Ohhhh ..." she groaned at the luxurious joy of having her ass tongued. "Eat me, eat my asshole like that, oh Cliff I feel it sliding in and out, fuck my hole with your big tongue, more, more!"
Forgetting entirely that the rest of his family could walk in any moment, she undulated and arched on the chair, grinding her ass to his face.
Cliff clutched the moaning girl and jabbed his shaft of slippery meat to her like a pecker. His fingers spread her ass-cheeks wide, and the sweet fragrance of her arousal begged him on, until soon she was humping on his tongue in little spasms of joy.
"Ah-ah that's so nice, oh shit fuck piss it's good baby, suck my asshole, yes!"
Humping backward frantically, she exploded in juicy torrents of climax on his digging tongue.
And in the midst of Tish's ecstatic gyrations, Cliff pulled back with a knowing chuckle. "Now, how about the flip side? You've got quite a tongue-lashing coming to you, young lady. A whole year's worth. So turn right around and face it like an adult."
Tish did just that, spinning around on the chair and confronting him with her skirt pulled up, his eyes level with the delicious creamy marvel of her young pussy.
"Is ... is this what you're after, Mr. Porter?" she asked in a sexy little-girl voice, oozing hot nectar at his hungry gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that? Haven't you ever seen a woman's cunt before?"
Cliff started to answer, but his voice wouldn't work. The abrupt spectacle of that precious gold-trimmed twat before him had his cock dancing up in pure agony.
"Oh yeah," he muttered, taking in the teenager's slim wet thighs and glistening mound of fur. "Yeah, I've seen lots of cunts all right. But this one's special. Want to know why?"
Giddy at the blatant way she was showing herself off, Tish giggled. "Why?"
"Because this one's good enough to eat. And that's just what I'm going to do . . . ummm . . ."
His face bobbed forward, and she let out a small cry as his tongue drove along her drooling cuntlips and found the button of her clit. "Aaannnhhh!"
She wobbled on the chair, legs parting wide and skirt collapsing over Cliffs head as she clung to him, shoving her cunt to his smacking lips.
The frantic babysitter sobbed and lurched as he greedily drank up her juices and darted his probe over her pussy slit for more. Each rasp of his rough tongue over her clit sent new fervor shooting through her, and it wasn't long before she was collapsing herself, crumpling backward onto the kitchen counter, legs spread wide and Cliff's mouth fastened to her pussy.
Then he was ramming his tongue up her fuck channel like a dick, fucking her cunt the same way he'd fucked her ass. It took only a few strokes of his slithering wet slab to again bring her to wild climactic frenzy.
"Eat me!" she wailed, humping up and grabbing handfuls of his hair. "Eat my pussy and fuck it, oh yes baby fuck it nice and hard, I want to come on your to-UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Twisting and arching insatiably, Tish cried out in ripping orgasm.
"Fffmmm ..." Cliff gave a muffled groan, his prick surging up with an unendurable plea for attention. Hot floods of cuntcream gushed across his face, and he gulped it all down until at last the ache in his pecker grew too intense to ignore another moment.
Then he pulled back gasping and began to unfasten his trousers, his face slick and his eyes consuming her still-twitching snatch.
"Now we're going to play a new hiding game, honey. And this time we'll be using your delicious cookie jar instead of mine, and it won't be money I'm hiding, but this!"
He jerked his pants down, and Tish sucked in a breath at the massive dick that jumped free. All veined and rigid, it was every bit as big as Randy's and looked even thicker. Its knobbed head was reddened and inflamed, the tip of its pink-rimmed piss-hole already gleaming with a trace of cum.
It was all Tish could have hoped for, and more.
"Yes!" she panted, reaching out to wrap her fingers about his prong and guide him to her. "Hide your pecker inside me, get it deep in my pussy-and hurry!"
With a harsh laugh Cliff pushed himself between her widespread thighs as Tish pulled his fat stiff wand straight for her pussy.
She let out a delighted cry as its knobbed head pried her young cuntlips apart and lodged inside her. Cliff's prick was indeed thicker than Randy's, as she quickly found out. He surged forward, and inch after enormous inch sunk into her with inexorable demand, until she shrieked at the mixture of pain and bliss.
"Oh you're splitting me in two! It hurts, oh it hurts so nice, more-morrrre!" Slightly surprised at the way this sweet innocent girl took his meat, Cliff really gave it to her then. Ramming home in a burst of strength, he slammed his dick totally into the squirming girl. "Aaannnhhh!"
She writhed on the cum-slickened countertop, coming furiously as his cockbase mashed against her clit and his rod began to piston in and out, reaming her cunt with its sheer hugeness.
"That's it, Mr. Porter, you're making me cum -oh yeah, yeah baby, harder oh, Cliff, harder, harderrrr!"
With a series of fulfilled wails she bounced on top of the counter, shuddering with a lunge of his giant pecker as it buried its length again and again in her willing twat.
Overwhelmed by the teenager's unanticipated expertise, Cliff felt his load of jism bubbling up with an itch that grew from deep in his balls and suddenly exploded outward, making him lurch forward with a loud groan as his cock soared hilt-deep in that melting cunt and blasted its pent-up wad.
"GGGAAANNNHHH!"
Tish bawled in utter rapture as for the.second time in her life she felt a man's cockcream spurt up her precious hole.
"Gimme!" she cooed, grabbing his ass and holding him tight inside her in delirious culmination. "Gimme your jizz baby, now oh ohh OHHH-hhhhhhhh . . ."
Weaving with drunken happiness, she took every pulsing blast of prickjuice Cliff's cock had to offer.
Then, when he was absolutely drained, she slumped back with a satisfied little groan.
He withdrew his shaft at last, and a little spurt of jism drooled from her hole as he chuckled once more, pulling up his pants. "Jesus!" he muttered, eyebrows arching. "Jesus Christ, honey. You've been taking some extra-curricular classes this past year, I see!"
Tish merely smiled, not wanting to admit that her experience had only begun yesterday.
"Yes indeed," he went on, zipping his fly. "I see that I'm going to have to invite you over an hour early every time you babysit for us. It looks like Ina and the kids'll be eating a lot of ice cream this summer!"
At that moment they both heard a car pull up, and Tish scampered to get into her panties. She paused only long enough to give his crotch a loving squeeze and smile with a bright glow. "I only hope they're not the only ones who do a lot of eating this summer!"
They were both laughing with barely-masked zeal as Cliff's family came noisily through the door.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, I suppose I'd better be going. Mustn't be late this soon on the job!"
Glancing at her watch, Gloria drained the last of her coffee and rose, trying not to appear suspiciously overeager to get to work.
She paused to give Tish a kiss and a hug, then looked down at her daughter's innocent face. "I didn't hear you come in last night. You weren't too late, were you? Did everything go all right?"
"Oh, it was okay. You know." Tish hid the smile that tugged at her lips, trying to soothe the worry crossing her mother's face. "I'm big enough to take care of myself you know, Mom."
"Well ..." Gloria hesitated, still unused to leaving her little girl on her own so much. But all last night she'd been able to think of nothing but Harve's beautiful cock. She'd tossed and turned in bed, dreaming about it, and had awakened this morning glowing in the comforting knowledge that in a few short hours she'd be close to it again.
"All right then," she said at last, heading for the door. "But you know exactly where I am if you need anything, so don't hesitate to call the office. Bye, dear."
With those words she left, hurrying to her car.
Tish hastily finished breakfast as the car roared off. Then, the moment her mother was gone, she cleared the table and bounced next door to see Randy.
"Hi, Mr. Jones!" She waved at the handsome man who was just coming outside and heading for his car. "Is Randy up yet?"
Don Jones looked up, breaking into a smile at his exuberant young neighbor. "Hi, Tish. Say, how's your mother these days? I heard she got that job, but I haven't seen much of her lately."
His eyes watched approvingly as she came up, her youthful tits bouncing freely beneath her tee shirt and long tan legs bare to the crotch of her cut-off jeans.
"Oh, she's fine. Randy's not still asleep, is he?"
With difficulty Don tore his gaze from her lithe young body and recalled her original question. "Uh, no. No, he's been up a couple of hours. Brad came by early, and they're playing some sort of game in the kitchen. Go on in. No use standing in this heat, and they probably wouldn't hear you knock anyway."
"Okay. Thanks, Mr. Jones. See you."
With that Tish turned and scampered off, letting her ass undulate a bit extra for his benefit. Like her mother, Don Jones was a widower. Tish had tried time and again to get the two of them together, but her Mom had always balked, and she'd finally given up.
Still, the image of having Don for a father pleased her. And the way he'd looked at her just now had her tingling as she went through the back door and into the kitchen.
Randy and Brad were seated at the table, engrossed in a war game.
"Hi!"
They both looked up at her interruption, and Randy's face lit briefly. "Hi, Tish. Up early, huh?"
Brad, Randy's best friend, gave her a small acknowledging grin, then turned his concentration back to the game. "Come on, Rand. It's your move."
Giving her a fatalistic shrug, Randy bent once more over the game.
Tish came up, curiously examining the myriad of plastic figures that covered their game board. "Having fun?"
"Urn," Brad answered dimly. "Nothing you'd be interested in."
Randy moved a piece, and groaned as he took it. with one of his.
Tish pulled up a chair and sat quietly for a time, watching. But neither boy made more than an occasional slight admission of her presence, and she soon grew impatient at the way they were engrossed in their silly game.
"How about playing something we can all do?"
It was Brad who looked up at that. His slightly freckled face looked blank a moment, then drew into a frown. "Like what?"
This particle of interest sent an impish urge through her, and she paused with a mysterious turn of voice, determined to get their attention. "Oh,' I don't know. How about something a little more grown up? Like . . . well, how about spin-the-bottle?"
"Oh, Jesus!"
Brad rolled his eyes, and even Randy had to give a smirking laugh. "That's what you call grown up? Come on, Tish!"
"It is the way I play it," she announced, thinking quickly. "Because when the bottle points at you, you have to kiss that person anyplace he wants!"
All interest in the war game vanished then, as her words sank in. Immediately they both turned suspicious.
"Are you serious?" Randy asked, eyes narrowing.
She nodded, glad to have their undivided attention. "Sure. It's lots of fun that way, once you get started. Come on, let's try it."
Neither of them believed the game would live up to the possibilities Tish had so lightly declared, but it was a chance they couldn't pass up. The thought of having a real treat like Tish kissing a guy anywhere he wanted, anywhere at all . . .
Hurrying on, she took advantage of their perked attention. "Get a bottle, Randy, and we'll play on the living room floor."
With those words she didn't wait, but darted off as Brad hesitantly followed and Randy rummaged around and located a used pop bottle.
Seating themselves in a small circle, they began the game under Tish's instructions.
Randy got the first spin, pointing out that it was his house and his bottle. His fingers twisted, and the bottle spun.
And naturally it came to rest on Brad.
Tish giggled at their mutual grimaces. "That really isn't fair, since there are two of you. So to make it even, I'll take the turn of whoever it lands on. Now, where do you want me to kiss you?"
Randy grinned and rolled onto his side, pointing at his rump. "Just plant one on the old rosy cheeks, and remember: if someone chickens out, the game's over. Go on, Tish. Show us how much fun it is!"
Both boys laughed at that. Then they laughed even harder when Tish wrinkled her nose in a pretense of disgust and dutifully bent to place her lips against his denim-clad behind.
Then it was her turn. The bottle settled on Brad, and she made him kiss the toe of her sneaker. That made Randy laugh all the more.
Ears red with embarrassment Brad took his turn. When it fell on Tish he took his revenge, leering and pointing at his crotch. "Now we'll see who's really chicken. What's the matter, Tish? It's your crazy game, so what're you waiting for?"
Obviously, neither boy expected her to go through with it. Their chuckles were assured and expectant as they waited for her to squirm out of the very rules she'd made up.
But the game abruptly ceased to be silly when she moved with unexpected certainty, planting her mouth against his fly and feeling his cock leap in response.
Both boys giggled. Their joking attitude quickly turned into horny embarrassment as she rose smiling. "You see? I told you this would be fun. And now I think it's time we played the advanced version: whatever gets kissed has to be bare. And since there are two of you against me, I should get a kiss from each. That's fair, isn't it?"
Randy was the first to answer, trying to hide the lust that was crawling over his face. "Come on, Tish. This is getting out of hand. You don't expect . . ."
"We'll see." She spoke softly, not hiding a smile of confidence as she reached out and gave the bottle a spin.
By now neither boy was watching the bottle. Their wide eyes were totally on Tish as she watched it stop and giggled mischievously. "Let's see now, where would I like to be kissed?"
The breathless expressions on their faces almost made her laugh as. she pretended to look thoughtful.
Then she brightened. "I know. How about right here?"
With those words her hands flew up to cup her cotton-covered tits.
"Uhhh ..." One of the two gave a stifled gasp as she quickly wiggled out of her tee shirt, then brazenly let it drop.
They stared in mutual shock at the ripe little tits hobbling bare before them.
"Now what's wrong?" she teased, feeling her pink nipples tauten and spike out with delicious reaction. "You're not the ones chickening out, are you? And besides, it works out just right. See? There's one for each of you!"
"This is . . . crazy," Randy managed weakly, his voice cracked. "Tish, you ..."
"Shit," Brad muttered, agog. "Oh shit."
Randy was the first to move. The sight of those luscious familiar orbs dancing before him just the way they had yesterday was too much to pass lip. He ducked forward, followed an instant later by his friend.
"Ahhh ..." Tish trembled as the boys' heads bobbed, and her aching young nipples were grasped by two greedy pairs of lips.
Their tongues flicked her buds into quivering hardness, mouths sucking noisily as she tangled her hands in their hair and arched forward, urging them on.
"Yes, oh yes that's right, suck my titties nice and hard, oh ohhh . . ."
By now her cunt was frothing and burning wildly. She really hadn't expected to go this far, but now she was glad she had. If nothing else, she was certainly getting all their attention!
At last, unable to withstand the need growing within her, she pulled back gasping.
"That. . . ahhh, that was good. Now-now it's your turn."
Still staring at her slick stiff-nippled mounds, neither boy moved immediately. Captivated and confused, they glanced at each other, not quite certain just what she had in mind next.
Realizing this, Tish solved the problem for them.
"I bet I know what you'd like now." She smiled down at their twin bulges, and moved toward Randy on her knees. "I know just what you'd like. And we don't even have to spin for it. I'll just do it . . ."
As she spoke, she was unzipping Randy's jeans. His cock soared up, rigid and huge, and Tish's mouth came down to cover its inflamed head.
"Ummm . . ."
"Oh fuck!" he groaned, twitching as she tongued and teased his prick into throbbing hardness. At the same time one of her hands stole out to work at Brad's jeans as well, and with his help she soon had another thick long cock pumping in a fist as the two boys delighted in this uninhibited game.
Moving her head from one to the other, Tish had both cocks swollen and wagging up, wet from her juicy mouth. With a reluctant lingering kiss on each inflamed prickhead she finally pulled back and reached down to unsnap her own slacks.
Mesmerized, they watched as she pulled her tight jeans down and off, then sat back on the floor propped on her hands with her legs drawn apart, displaying her creamy glistening cunt in its full pink fur-matted splendor.
"Now, how about you?" she asked in a husky voice, observing their still-bared peckers. "If we're going to play my super-advanced version, everything has to be bare. What're you waiting for?"
With that permission spoken, everything was a flurry of motion then. Both boys stripped, shirts and trousers flying. Then they converged on her, hands outstretched and grasping.
She collapsed back on the floor, gasping at those first hungry touches. "Yes, oh yes . . ."
Inquisitive groping fingers strummed her melting cunt, and Brad barked out a laugh. "Man, look at this! She's sucking my finger right up into her pussy!"
"Unnh-" Tish arched as his probe sank into her.
At the same time Randy was rising to his knees, letting his big stiff length of dick slither across her mouth. "Suck it some more, Tish. Let's show Brad just how horny you really are. Take my cock again, yeah, that's it . . ."
His words became a groan as she parted her lips and flicked out her tongue to once more capture his fat bobbing pecker.
"Holy fucking shit!" Brad uttered with delighted amazement. "I can't believe it. She's everything you said she was, Randy. Man, I never saw a girl with such a hot cunt!"
Dimly Tish heard, but she didn't really mind Randy's lack of disgression. It was only natural for boys to brag to their best friends. And besides, at the moment she was too busy sucking his thick hard cock to be upset.
"Oh yeah," he groaned, grinning down at her and twisting his hips in response. "We'll really show Brad what a good piece of ass you are. Eat my pecker good, and then we'll get down to some real fucking, yeahhh ..."
More and more of his prick slid between her parted lips, gliding in and out in a screwing motion that quickly became frantic as he approached orgasm.
Simultaneously Brad's finger had dug knuckle-deep in her twat, and how a second finger was following that. Soon she was hunching up and moaning loudly, coming hard on his stabbing fingers and taking in every inch of Randy's cock with unleashed abandon.
"Mmmuuummmfff ..."
Suddenly Randy lurched, rolling his eyes and gasping.
"Ann!"
Hot spurts of cum filled her mouth, and she greedily gulped them down as Brad reamed her pussy out with sharp stabbing thrusts.
"Guuufffmmm-"
Suddenly she couldn't stand another moment of not having a prick inside her. Even as Randy's shaft twitched and unloaded again and again she reached down, pulling out Brad's fingers and grasping his throbbing dick.
Only too eager to obey he slid between her widespread legs and planted his peckerhead against her sopping pussylips, then heaved.
"Gggaaannnhhh!" she let out a small shriek as his cock drove home and began to fuck in and out of her with all the horny need that had built up in his fuzz-clad balls.
Even as the last tiny spasms of Randy's prick shot its droplets of cream across her tongue she was grinding up insatiably, taking in all of Brad's meat and climaxing with fresh fury.
"That's it!" she wailed, releasing Randy's limp cock and concentrating entirely on the stiff prick pounding into her gushing pussy. "Fuck me good and hard, oh Brad hurry come in me, give me your jizz oh-aaaaahhhhh!'
Surging up frenziedly she wrenched in orgasm, wave after wave of total searing pleasure.
Unable to hold back any longer, Brad heaved and blasted his pent-up cream, filling her cunt with its hot erupting flow.
She arched, taking it all. Then, drooling cock-juice and lapping at the hint of it still on her lips, she sank back.
"Ohhh, yesss . . ."
Drained, the two boys slumped back with grinning astonishment.
"Damn!" Brad blurted, shaking his head and watching his jism seep from her soaked hole. "It was even better than you said. Wow, what a fucking cunt . . ."
"The other end isn't so bad either," Randy returned happily. "You should try it too sometime. Nobody gives head like Tish does!"
They both laughed hoarsely, still gasping.
But Tish was far from finished with those two wonderful big peckers. She rose up, teasing them. "You're not stopping now, are you? We haven't finished the game yet. And remember our rule: first one who stops is chicken! Anyway, why should Brad wait for 'sometime'? Why not right now?"
With those words she scooted up on her hands and knees and bent between Brad's hairy thighs, flicking out a wet pink tongue to caress his slick cock.
Despite its recent use, his prick began to stiffen once more under her urging. Light-brown curls drifted across his thighs, and Tish's full lips captured the knobbed head of his pecker and began to suck on it.
"Jesus!" he muttered huskily. "I can't believe this!"
On hands and knees she swallowed the mixture of cockcream and cuntjuice from his prick and began to bob her head for more, as horny as ever.
Randy was quick to take his cue. Watching his next-door-neighbor's mouth slide back and forth over his friend's shaft was making his cock hard as well, and he immediately slipped around behind her.
Tish felt his hands pushing between her thighs and instinctively spread her legs, blatantly exposing her cum-drenched slit and pink puckered asshole as he slipped the head of his dick into her snatch and worked it all the way in, letting it blossom to full life within her cunt.
Unexpectedly she found herself filled with cock at both ends, and the sensation of being fucked that way had her pussy bursting with fresh juice. Instantly they were a writhing mass of renewed hunger, surging and lunging in joyful unity.
Randy's prick rammed its bone-hard length to her like it never had before, making his balls slap loudly against her thighs and clit with each jab. Every jolt of his massive prong drove her forward, forcing Brad's shaft down her throat as he thrust up harshly.
Suddenly, with a last wrenching heave he swayed up off the floor, and his load of cum blasted in her mouth.
At the same time Randy's prick had her thrashing in orgasm, and when his cock exploded just an instant later, she found herself taking all their jizz at once in an orgy of pure sensation.
" MMMUUUFFFfffmmm-"
With an ecstatic cry of complete satisfaction, Tish took all the cum their cocks had to offer, sucking and hunching backward to impale herself on both beautiful shooting cocks.
Her climax at that was the best she'd ever experienced, and it didn't end until the last gob of cockcream was inside her, until at last both boys fell away exhausted.
She collapsed between them then, utterly satiated in the rapture of her best fuck yet.
Then, pausing just long enough to give each boy's pecker a last kiss, she reached for her clothes and began to dress.
"Hey, where're you going?"
Randy sat up weakly, watching as she slipped into her tee shirt once more and wiggled into her jeans. "You're not leaving now, are you? That means we win!"
"Oh no you don't," she smiled happily, taking a last look down at their reddened drooping peckers. "The game isn't over yet. I'm just giving you both a little breather. You look as if you need it!"
"Very funny," Brad made a face, then grinned. "It's just a good thing you can use that mouth of yours for better things than smarting off. But you're coming back in a little while, aren't you?"
"Oh, I don't know," she shrugged, thoroughly enjoying their hopeful expressions. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's beginning to look like this game may take all summer to end. It doesn't look like anybody's going to chicken out before then!"
As she left she heard them both laugh, knowing she was right.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Mrs. Wells, would you step into my office a moment?"
Standing at the doorway, Harve made his voice polite.
But his eyes were twinkling as Gloria swept up her notepad and strode past him into the office. Tingling with anticipation, she brushed her body against him as she slipped by. "Is this to be official business, Mr. Collins?"
"You know it is." Chuckling, he shut the door firmly and without hesitation came up behind her, bringing his hands around to cup and squeeze her big tits.
Pretending shock, Gloria gasped and dropped her pad. "Harve Collins, is this your idea of official business?"
"Oh, I have lots of ideas," he grunted, grinding the stiffening bulge of his cock against her ass as one hand released a jutting tit and nimbly began to unzip her dress. "You'll see. We're just getting started."
Wilting to him with a little hiss of pleasure, she shuddered as the back of her dress flapped open. She'd been aching for just this moment all morning, half-afraid that he might ignore her after yesterday's incident. Now, letting the top of her dress slip down to her waist, she turned to face him with a bold knowing smile. "Then don't you think we'd better get something straight between us? And I mean right now!"
Her hands darted down to his stiff crotch, and she clutched the hardness there as Harve's mouth came down on her mammoth tits, fastening on one and sucking it furiously.
Instantly her cunt flooded with hot juice, and she released a husky groan as his wet lips caressed and nuzzled her tits with open hunger, making her nipples stand out throbbing and erect. He made an approving sound in his throat as she wiggled entirely out of the restraint of her dress and panties, then began to remove his clothes as well.
Within moments they were both absolutely nude, and she was once more grasping at his delicious big pecker, tugging on it with frantic need while he worked her tits into aching tension.
Then, just as the soaring demand in her pussy reached unbearable peak, he lifted his head with a leering grin. "Christ, you've got the tastiest little treats I ever nibbled! I could play with these babies all day long. But then, I've got a treat myself that could use some expert nibbling. Go on, honey. Nibble away. That's it ... "
His hands had come up to Gloria's shoulders and were pushing her down. Abruptly she found herself kneeling before her boss, facing the big hard cock that filled her fists. Its inflamed head loomed before her like a wiggling snake, weaving and lunging straight at her mouth.
Before she knew it, Gloria's lips had fastened on that luscious prickhead and drawn it into her mouth with surprising expertise after the long years without practice. She began to suck, taking in more and more of its thick length. Her flicking tongue tasted the tangy promise of musky cum that clung to his pisshole, and that promise quickly had her bobbing her head for more.
"That's right," Harve groaned, running his hands through her long glossy curls and urging her on. "Suck my candy stick real nice ... oh yeah, you gorgeous sucking bitch, take it, take all my meat..."
His hips began to move in rhythm to her gliding mouth, so that his cock was fucking into her throat just as it had buried itself in her pussy yesterday. She greedily took every inch, until practically his entire prick sank between her lips with every thrust.
At the same time Gloria's hand was cupping and teasing his big bloated balls, squeezing them with unleashed need as if to milk the precious load of jizz they contained.
He grunted, driving his meat into her sucking mouth even harder. They could both feel the approaching culmination that had his prick thrashing, and she sucked even harder then, wanting nothing more than to taste her boss's cockcream spurting and filling her mouth with its delicious warmth.
"Yeah, now baby, give it to me real hard, eat it you cocksucking bitch, eat it-oh fuck-"
Groaning, Harve buried his cock entirely into her. At the same moment his cock erupted with a shuddering surge, and hot creamy jism flooded Gloria's mouth to overflowing.
She gulped hungrily, feeling it slide down her throat in a fiery stream as a fresh geyser blasted across her tongue. She drank that up as well, then the third and the fourth until his twitching cock was drained.
Gasping, he pulled back with a rough laugh. She moaned in disappointment as his prick slipped free, and darted out her tongue to catch a droplet of cum that had dribbled onto her lips.
"Shit, baby, that was the best I've had for years! But the party isn't over yet. Now I've got a special little treat for you."
With those words and a mysterious smile, he rounded the desk and dug into a drawer, then came back holding up something in his hand.
At first Gloria didn't know what it was. But as he approached she got a good look, and her eyes went wide with horror.
The thing in Harve's hand was a dildo. Pink and thick and rubbery, it dangled in an obscene imitation of his lifeless prick. But the cock in his hand was even bigger than his own magnificent pecker. At least ten inches long, it looked almost as thick as her fist, ending in a knobbed head that glistened ominously, as if already wet with her pussy juice.
"You . . . you're not going to use that-that thing on me?"
The words ripped from her in a gasp of astonishment as Harve stood over her, grinning wider than ever.
His eyes twinkled, and he hefted the dildo to let her examine every inch of its enormous length.
"That's the idea, lover. And you won't mind a bit, once I get this into you. That's a guarantee. Now just relax and lie back, and we'll get this party really going ..."
Gloria couldn't help the trembling mixture of shock and lust that had her aching cunt gushing in fresh excitement. Harve could do anything he wanted to her, and they both knew it. She'd gone too long denying herself the pleasures that were a natural part of all women. Now, with the release of all those pent-up emotions, she was helpless to resist whatever degrading whim came into his mind.
Unfortunately, even as she let herself be eased back on the desk, she dimly realized that Harve wasn't really the one responsible for the humiliating anticipation that soared through her cunt in a burst of melting cream now. It was her. Her hunger, her needs. It was her pussy that tingled and drenched the desktop with horny fervor as he spread her legs wide and moved between them, lowering the huge rubber dong with purposeful intent.
"Oh God," she whimpered as the big pink shaft slid between her thighs, its fat shining head gouging through her damp dark curls. "Oh God, I can't-please, Harve, don't-uhhh ..."
A shudder of mingled fear and need ripped through her as he eased the giant cockhead along the length of her slit. Her pleas rose in pitch, growing fervent with the half-conscious suspicion that she wasn't really pleading with Harve, but herself.
"You . . . you can't be serious! You're not going to-to really do this, are you?"
"Me?" His eyes went wide with pretended astonishment. "Why, of course not! That's because you're going to do it to yourself. Go on, touch it. It won't bite. See how good it feels sliding against this juicy cunt of yours. I'm going to see that you get the fucking of your life, bitch. And the best part is that you're going to give it to yourself -starting now!"
With those words he abruptly pushed, and the huge juice-slickened prickhead sank into her.
Gloria gave a gasp, and her hands automatically flew down to grasp the dildo as its head pried her cuntlips apart and slid into her frothing hole with an immensity like nothing she'd known from any man.
"Unnnh!"
Groaning at the sheer thickness of the unnatural probe, she clutched it and lurched on the desk, hardly able to get a firm hold with the way her treacherous cunt was fountaining juice.
But to her own surprise, she couldn't seem to pull it out. Though Harve's hands released the massive prong, its unbelievable fatness seemed to wedge it inside her. She whimpered and squirmed like a fish on a hook, unable to take the dildo out.
"That's it." Stepping back to get a full view, Harve spoke in an assured voice. "Just ease it around a bit. You'll get used to it. And that won't take as long as you think. Not nearly as long."
"Ahhh!" Gloria cried out, struggling to remove the mammoth rubber dick in her snatch. "It's tearing me apart, oh fuck it hurts, Harve-"
Somehow, instead of pulling the dildo from her cunt, she accidentally pushed it deeper. And that was when she discovered that he was right. The initial pain vanished almost instantly, and before she knew it Gloria was working the make-believe cock even deeper, unable to stop herself.
"Uhh-oh you bastard, you cocksucking bastard, you're killing me! Oh it hurts . . . hurts so nice ..."
Despite a last fading glimmer of disgust that she could be so turned on by a cock that wasn't even real, Gloria began to work the dildo around in her cunt, getting used to its monstrous hugeness and taking inch after incredible inch of it into her glowing pussy.
The big rubber cock sank into her, until more than half its length was reaming her cunt out like no pecker had done before. Fingers wrapped around its unbelievable thickness, she began to ease it in and out, slowly at first, then faster. The slick rubbery shaft made lewd slurping noises as it slid from her hot pussy. Her hips arched up with its withdrawal as if pulled from the desk by its sheer hugeness, and within moments she was fucking herself frantically on it, sobbing and writhing with unashamed need in front of Harve.
"Yeah," he muttered in a delighted voice at the success of his toy. "I knew a cock-hungry slut like you would get a kick out of my little surprise. That's it, shove it in good and hard, baby. Fuck it, bitch! Fuck my play-pecker real nice ..." .
Dazed and panting with a lust like nothing she'd ever known before, Gloria did just as he ordered. By this time her self-restraint had disappeared completely, swept away by the delicious sensation of the dildo sliding into her and the greedy expression in Harve's face. Overwhelmed by her own disgraceful joy at being screwed by a hunk of rubber, she spread her legs even wider to display every motion of the thing pumping into her.
Harve licked his lips, feeling his prick twitch to life at her show. Slippery with pussy grease, the dildo carved deeper than ever into Gloria's cunt, increasing the wet sucking sounds made by its hard thrusts. Her pussy lips were tightly closed over its shaft, clutching at it greedily as her hands moved faster, plunging it in farther with every motion.
"Unnngghhh!" she cried out openly as climax swept through her. "Oh fucking shit baby do it, do -ooooohhh ..."
Uncontrollably plunging the dildo into herself, she came in the first spasming joy of orgasm as it drove hilt-deep, completely filling her.
"Yes! Oh cocksucking cunt shit I'm-mmmmm-aaaaaHHHHHHH!"
Wailing in absolute bliss, Gloria heaved up in wrenching ecstasy, the inch or so of the end of the dildo jutting from her swollen pussy. She came again and again in fantastic completion, grasping the make-believe dick once more and jabbing it in and out in a fury of release.
"G AAAAANNNNNHHHHH!"
Totally enraptured, she didn't even notice the hungry look growing on Harve's face, hardly felt his hands grasping her legs and changing her position.
"Now baby, it's my turn." His voice was cracked as he rolled her over onto her stomach and pushed himself between her flopping legs. "Now I'm going to show you how to double your pleasure. And it starts like this!"
Still too groggy and satiated to comprehend his words, Gloria didn't resist when she felt the first harsh probe of his dick against the tight wet rim of her asshole.
By the time reality seeped once more into her, it was already too late to stop.
He lunged, and she shrieked as her anus was torn open to take the inflamed tip of his cock.
"OHHHH! Stop-Harve, please it's too much, oh God, no don't, ohhhhh-"
Her screams bubbling into a groan, Gloria felt her anal muscles shoved wide to take his pounding cock. Still with the dildo wedged in her pussy, she twisted in agonized delight as two peckers began to fuck her back and front-two big stiff dicks reamed her out, their rigid shafts slickened with her own juices and their twin lengths wiggling inside her so that both were completely buried.
Then they began to move in unison. Firmly holding her asscheeks apart, Harve slipped his dick in and out as tortured ass muscles instinctively relaxed to take his hard meat in. At the same time Gloria's hand, still clutching the massive end of the dildo, started to move it in a renewed fucking motion as well.
Auburn hair streaming and big tits mashed to the cool glass of the desktop, she surrendered completely to the best pair of peckers she'd ever had in her life.
"You love it, don't you?" Harve spoke in a gritty tone, his body tensed as he screwed his cock into that sweet tight hole. "Talk to me, bitch.' Tell old Harve how much you like having his whanger in your shithole. Tell me!"
With those words he slammed forward with a jerk of his hips, driving his prick deep and making it writhe in her dank asshole.
Beyond crying out by now, Gloria merely moaned as her fist moved faster, pumping the dildo into her with a furious pace.
"Yes!" she managed as a little trickle of saliva drooled from between puffy lips. "Yes, I love it, give me. your cock, stick in my ass . . . harder, fuck me harder ... oh God, fucking shit, I'm pissing damn you, drill me!"
Slumped across the desk, head lolling and body quivering with each wrench of Harve's driving pecker, she felt a hot flood of wetness gush down over the dildo and her frantic fist. Gloria had never before been fucked like this, and at the moment she was so glutted with prick that even the acrid scent of piss no longer disturbed her. This was what she'd wanted, from the first moment she'd recognized the gleam in her new employer's eyes. She'd wanted to get the fucking of her life. Three years' worth of it, all crammed into one moment.
So she couldn't complain, even if she'd wanted to.
Which of course she didn't, as climax tore through her once more with a lurching intensity that made her wail blissfully.
"AAAAANNNNNHHHHH!"
She gyrated her hips, taking in both lovely peckers without inhibition as they slammed into her voraciously.
Suddenly Harve hissed and drilled base-deep into her ass. His cock leaped, and Gloria felt its precious load of cream spurt up her shit chute again and again. At the same time she arched down on the rubber dick in her pussy, thrashing in waves of pure oblivion.
"Fffffuuuuummmmm ..."
Drunk with completion, she sobbed and collapsed on the desk, fulfilled in a debasing way she'd never dreamed possible.
At last, having blasted his load for the second time, Harve let his cock hover in her grasping asshole, shooting the last droplets of his jizz before it finally plopped wetly out.
"Ummmmm ..." Gloria gasped, sprawled limply across his desk, and let her hand fall from the dildo. It slid out with luxurious slowness, finally falling with a thump to the floor.
Picking up the dripping pink prick, Harve bent over with a chuckle and spoke in her ear. "Was that satisfactory, Mrs. Wells? Or would you like another taste of my little toys?"
"Ahhh ..." Despite herself, Gloria had to smile. "That-that was ... oh fucking baby, that was good! I think I'm ready for more, but not just now. After all ... a working girl deserves some rest from her afternoon break, doesn't she?"
Laughing, he lovingly stroked her cum-soaked rump and shoved the dildo to her lips. "Never let it be said that I'm a slave-driver who doesn't let his secretaries get their work done between breaks. But first, you have to have one last little taste. Lick it clean like a nice girl, and maybe then I'll let you get back to business. That's it . . . lap it all up, lover ..."
Completely succumbing to his slightest whim, she didn't even hesitate to lick her own cream and piss from the big thick prong. Then, as an added act of gratitude, she turned about and gave Harve's cock the same treatment, until the only remaining trace of their interlude was the trickle of cum that seeped from her asshole.
Then, as she reluctantly dressed for work once again, Gloria couldn't help looking forward to tomorrow's sex break more than ever.
CHAPTER SIX
"You have? Really?"
Melinda Blaine stared at Tish in wide-eyed amazement, unable to hide the blank surprise in her voice.
Tish shrugged, pleased at her friend's reaction. "Sure. Lots of times. And it's fun, too. Especially when you feel it sliding into you. That's the best part."
Melinda's mouth opened and shut in astonishment.
It was late afternoon, and the two girls were lying on their stomachs on big fluffy beach towels in the sizzling sun, tanning. Tish had called up Melinda on impulse after a nice refreshing shower to cleanse her of the filmy juices that had been left by her experience with Randy and Brad. Melinda was her best friend, and the two girls never kept secrets from each other. So it hadn't taken long for her recent escapades to come spilling out-much to Melinda's astoundment.
Astoundment which, at the moment, was turning into a grimace of distaste. "That sounds awful! Letting them put their . . . their things into you like that. And Mr. Porter-I was going to babysit for him tonight! I'd never let him do anything like that to me! Ugh!"
She shuddered in disgust, making her long blonde hair glisten and sparkle. A shapely blonde with long slender legs and an enormous pair of jugs, she didn't look much like a girl who was so shy and timid that she'd hardly ever dated, and was every bit as naive as Tish had been up until a short time ago. Known all over the high school as the biggest prickteaser in her class, Melinda had a routine of purity and innocence that had fooled everyone except her best friend. Tish wasn't taken in a bit by her display of disgust.
A display which didn't last long, as curiosity got the best of her. She glanced hesitantly over at Tish and went on. "Did ... did it really feel good?"
Tish smiled. "Better than anything. And lots better than using your own finger, I can guarantee!"
Blushing, Melinda dropped her eyes. "I-I wouldn't know about that, either."
Tish knew she was lying. They'd spent lots of nights together, and she'd often been tugged awake by Melinda's little bouncings and groans as the blonde secretly finger-fucked herself to sleep. She was just as horny "as any other girl her age, and they both knew it.
"Anyway,"I could never do anything like that," the blonde went on speculatively. "Boys' things are so ... so big! I'll bet it hurts a lot when one of them sticks his thing into you."
Tish made a face of impatience. "They're called cocks, and it doesn't hurt a bit except a little at first. Then it feels real good, and you never want it to stop. It's kind of hard to describe to someone who's never done it."
Then an idea struck her. "I know. Let's go up on the back porch, and I'll show you just how it feels."
"Well ..." Melinda hesitated, not wanting to admit that the notion appealed to her. But the awful things Tish had been saying had her young pussy aching, and before she quite knew it she was nodding in surrender. "Okay. But just because I
think you made the whole thing up. I don't believe for one minute that you ever really did any of those things! You'll have to show me!"
With a show of determination she quickly rose and scooped up her beach towel. Tish followed, and both girls scampered onto the screen-enclosed back porch.
The minute they were there, Tish laid their towels on the wood floor and began to remove her bikini.
"Tish!" Melinda stared, aghast, as her friend's top dropped to the floor, then her bottoms. "What're you doing? I thought you were just going to show me about boys. What if somebody sees?"
With those words she glanced fearfully around to see if there were any neighbors in sight.
Totally nude now, Tish smiled at her friend's embarrassment. "Well, I can't show you about sex if we're both dressed, can I? Anyway, nobody can see in. I've laid out here nude lots of times, and no one ever complained. Come on, now it's your turn."
"What?" Melinda's blue eyes went wide, and her blush deepened. "I ... I don't think I ought to. That doesn't seem like a very nice thing to do, and-I thought you were just going to explain-"
Tish laughed off her shyness. "Oh, don't be such a big baby. How can I explain without showing you? And besides, we're both women, aren't we? Do you want to find out what boys do, or do you want to be a virgin all your life?"
Melinda's mouth opened and shut at those words. The thought of never finding out how it felt to be fucked was even more frightening than the thought of doing it. But a lifetime of timidity made her hesitate, frowning. "I don't know ..."
On impulse Tish decided to take the lead. "Here, then. Let's just sit down, and I'll show you exactly what happens."
Trying not to examine her friend's nudity, Melinda sank onto the lounge divan that overlooked the back yard.
Tish sat down beside her, feeling an odd tingling deep in her cunt at her own brashness and the nearness of the shy girl. Without pausing to wonder at her arousal she put an arm around Melinda's shoulders and spoke in a soothing tone.
"Usually it starts like this. Just pretend I'm the boy and we're sitting around watching t.v. or something. The first thing I'd probably do is sneak my hand over like this ..."
To illustrate her point she snuggled closer, letting the arm across Melinda's shoulders encircle them until her hand rested lightly on the blonde's bikini-cupped tit.
Melinda shivered slightly at this intimate touch, but didn't pull away. She spoke with blank innocence. "Do you just . . . just let him do it?"
Tish shrugged nonchalantly. "You do if you want to have fun. Besides, there's nothing wrong with having your boobs touched. It feels nice, doesn't it?"
Her fingers had curled over Melinda's big tit and were squeezing rhythmically, palm rotating to make her nipple blossom out stiff and pebbly against her elastic restraint. She had to nod agreement, feeling warm and oozy at the thought of having a boy feel her boob Hke that. Her cunt began to moisten ticklishly and she squirmed, giggling. "I guess it feels all right. I don't suppose I'd mind that too much."
Tish smiled with pleasure at her friend's growing horniness. Impishly she took advantage of it. "But it doesn't stop there. If you let a boy get that far, the next thing he wants is to feel bare titty. And a lot of them know how to unfasten a bra one-handed too, hke this."
To prove her words she released Melinda's tit and darted her fingers nimbly to the clasp of the girl's top. There was a faint snap, and the twin cups fell away.
Melinda gasped, and Tish found herself gazing at the luscious pair of jugs that sprang free. "Wow," she breathed in open envy. "You have the nicest pair of tits I ever saw. Lots of boys would love to get their hands on those!"
The blonde had instinctively raised her arms to hide them, but her friend's admiration stopped her. Despite a tinge of embarrassment, she let Tish look. "Do ... do you really think so? Imean, sometimes I wish they weren't quite so big and saggy. I wish they were perfect, like yours."
Her eyes drifted down, and this time it was Tish's turn to blush. Her nipples began to expand under Melinda's stare, and her pussy creamed furiously. She squeezed her legs together hard, but that only made it worse.
"What does he do now?" Melinda went on expectantly, rapidly shedding her shyness. "Does he touch them some more? Show me."
"He sure does," Tish answered in a slightly husky tone, bringing her hands down. "If you let him get this far, he'll touch them real good, like this ..."
Her fingers swooped like claws down on Melinda's hobbling jugs, and the blonde sucked in a breath as Tish's fingers explored her twin mountainous tits.
Despite Melinda's complaint, her tits hardly sagged at all. They jutted ripely into glistening pink points that were the half-dollar sized aureolae of her nipples. Tish's thumbs plucked and teased expertly, bringing the spires of her buds erect to nearly inch-long hardness.
They were the biggest nipples Tish had ever seen.
She rolled her thumbs delightedly across the bumpy spires, watching how they quivered and turned a fiery scarlet at her caresses.
"See how good it feels?" she asked, tweaking and flicking them into straining urgency. "And it feels even better when the boy does this!"
With that she bent forward unthinkingly, taking one stiff tip between her hps and sucking on it.
"Ahhh ..." Melinda groaned, taken by complete surprise. Her hands flew up to stop Tish, but somehow they merely entwined in the brunette's hair and urged her on as the blonde arched in response.
"Oh yes," she murmured, mashing her boobs to Tish's face. "It feels so nipe ..."
Hardly realizing it was really happening, Tish sucked harder than ever on that scrumptious big nipple. Her tongue lapped at it eagerly, lips pucker: ing over the taut spike to suck up her own saliva as if it was milk.
Abruptly their lesson had transformed into a new game, and both girls were taken by surprise. But by now neither of them had the slightest urge to stop. Melinda's gasps rose as she creamed wildly, succumbing to her friend's greedy hunger.
Pushed by the girl's willingness, Tish moved from one trembling bud to the other. At the same time her hands dropped to work at the string ties of Melinda's bikini, and the blonde didn't even seem to notice as the elastic bottom fell free, completely exposing her nude body.
Abruptly Tish pulled back. "You see?" she gasped triumphantly. "It's really good when someone does it for you. You never want it to stop. I ... I think that's enough of a lesson for today."
As she spoke, she couldn't help feasting on her friend's nude body, gliding her gaze over the blonde's figure and fastening on her cunt. Melinda's bush of curls was golden blonde, with just a hint of red glinting in it. Her legs had parted slightly, giving Tish a perfect view of her pink pussy slash amidst its wet-tinged fringe of fur.
It was only too obvious that Melinda had no wish to stop their lesson at this point. She'd never been this horny in her inexperienced life, and as Tish moved to rise her arms went up to capture her friend, drawing her back down.
Breathing a rasping giggle, the blonde managed to make her voice an innocent plea. "Now what happens? Show me, Tish. Show me how boys hke to touch girls' pussies. I want to learn it all."
With those words one of her hands slipped down to catch at one of Tish's, guiding it straight between her wet thighs.
Automatically Tish*s fingers slid along the length of her slit, gouging between slick pink cuntlips as her thumb located the rigid button of the girl's clit.
Melinda groaned and arched up as Tina's thumb rolled over her clit, tightening her grip on the brunette's hand and forcing it even harder against her cunt.
It all happened suddenly, without warning. Tish had never even dreamed of this happening. But her friend's reaction seemed to light a furnace in her own pussy, and before she knew it she was responding with all the creaming fervor of her own need, digging two fingers up Melinda's cunt and working them deep into the writhing girl.
"Ahhh!" With a little cry Melinda collapsed back on the divan, pulling her girlfriend with her. Spreading her legs wide, she hunched up without even the remotest pretense of shyness, pumping on Tish's fingers.
"Ohhh, so nice, yesss ..." she gurgled happily as Tish sprawled atop her, their mouths fastening and tongues clashing frantically. "Fffff- mmmmm ..."
Tits grinding to tits and cunts squirming in a natural fucking motion, they gasped and hunched in unison as Tish began to finger-fuck her friend in earnest. Her hand wedged between their slippery young pussies, she jabbed her fingers in hard and at the same time humped down on her fist, smashing it to her own clit and fountaining cunt juice in delicious hot joy.
Within moments the first jolting climax ripped through them both, and the two girls pounded together in harsh groaning release.
"Ggg-uuummm ..."
Melinda had never come so hard in her life. Suddenly she was reaching up, pushing against Tish's shoulders and forcing her head down across her thrashing body.
"Eat me! Eat my pussy up, oh Tish make me come more, hurry hurry hurry-y-y-y!"
Eagerly complying, Tish wiggled down until her face hovered over the girl's thick cunt curls and steamy gash. Its aroma was sharp and tempting, draining whatever last twinge of doubt she may have had. Without hesitation she dipped her head greedily, burying her face in her friend's pussy fur and shooting out her tongue.
"Aaannhhh!" Melinda let out a wail as the brunette's probe sank deep into her tight young hole, lapping and gulping up the precious flood of juice that erupted from it. Instantly she began to repeat her hunching as Tish glided her tongue in and out of the blonde's cunt hke a pecker, fucking her once again.
"Ohh-oh Tish, eat me hard!" she whimpered, hands tangling in long glossy hair and pussy lurching up to crush against her lips. "More, more, don't stop, don't ever stop, it's so good, yes, yesssss-"
Big tits bouncing in harsh rhythm, she slammed up in wrenching delight as orgasm once more blasted through her.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Ecstatic, Melinda cried out in an oblivion of pure sensuality unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Explosion after explosion tore from her pussy as Tish dug her tongue in harder than ever, soaking every drop of release from her friend.
This was a totally new sensation for them both, and Tish was quick to take full advantage of it. By now her own cunt was soaring with incredible need, aching to be filled. Without missing a single stroke of her tongue she twisted around on the divan, at last settling with her knees spread on either side of Melinda's head and her wide-open twat lowering to the girl's lust-filled face.
Lunging in abandon, Melinda was hardly aware of the drooling slitted pussy above her. Then she felt its hot slick wetness pressing to her mouth, and dimly realized what was taking place.
However, instead of being shocked she was only too giad to repay Tish's favor. Her tongue shot out, for the first time tasting the musky tang of a girl's cunt. Its small pink tip pried between sopping puffy lips and glided up delightedly, picking up the fucking pace of Tish's probe, so that in mere moments the girls were tongue-fucking each other in perfect unison, whimpering and clinging together with sheer uninhibited rapture. "Umm-ummmfff- "
Tish panted loudly, undulating on her friend's face and quickly reaching her own peak of orgasm. This was undoubtedly the wildest thing she'd done yet-fucking another girl!
But there was no denying the climax that surged through her, and no holding back the muffled cries of release as she came again and again on her best friend's tongue.
"Ggguuummm-fff-"
"MMM AAAHHHMMM!"
They slammed together in absolute completion, bodies straining and lips fastened to cunts in the kind of perfect kiss only one woman could give another. Their tongues darted wetly, teasing the last lingering bursts of joy from juice-streaming pussies, until at last both girls were satiated and drained.
"Ahhhhh ..." Melinda was the first to break their kiss, drawing her head back to gasp in gulps of breath and sigh in the luxurious dregs of orgasm. "Oh Tish, that was the best in the whole world! If that's how it feels to be fucked, I never want to stop. Not ever!"
Laughing, Tish continued to kiss and lick the blonde's golden cum-soaked slit as she murmured into its tempting recess. "It does-only even better. And I'll bet lots of boys would like to fuck your pussy, just the way I did. They'd like to fuck it lots and lots, just hke me. We never have to stop, and I'm going to make sure we don't. I'm going to fuck you all the time like this, until you've learned your lesson!"
"Ummm ... oh yes," Melinda moaned with a soft giggle as her friend began to tease her clit once more. Delirious with the joy of her unleashed inhibitions, she lapped up Tish's flowing juices as they began their lesson all over again.
Totally absorbed in their mutual explorations of each other's cunts, neither girl heard the car pull up in the driveway next door, weren't even aware of another presence until.an unexpected voice called out.
"Hi, Tish! Having fun?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Melinda gave a frightened little squeal, but Tish recognized Don Jones' voice and lifted her head to see him standing by the car, smiling in their direction.
For an instant she blushed beet-red at getting caught. But then she remembered that from where he stood Don couldn't possibly have seen very well through the screen. From the casual way he waved at them, he must only have caught a glimpse of movement and known it had to be her.
Relieved at that thought she brazenly rose and spoke out, not at all embarrassed. "Hi, Mr. Jones. Melinda and I are just playing around, keeping out of the sun and waiting for Mom to get home. How are you?"
"Oh, fine." Don wiped a trickle of sweat from his face and loosened his tie, then continued the conversation on impulse. "Sorry I haven't been over to see your mother since she started that job of hers. How does she like it?"
Tish felt her cunt creaming all over again at the naughty sensation of standing here absolutely nude before her unsuspecting neighbor and carrying on a normal everyday conversation. She answered without hesitation. "She seems to like it well enough, I guess. But it sure tires her out. I think ... I think Mom still gets kind of lonely now and then. She could use some company once in awhile, something to get her mind off things."
Don coughed politely, only too aware of Tish's constant efforts to throw her mother and him together. Actually, he'd never really minded the girl's attempts at matchmaking a bit. The idea of being with Gloria Wells had crossed his mind more than once. But she had always seemed a trifle distant, uninterested, and he'd finally given up the hope as a lost cause.
Still, he tried to assauge her daughter. "Well, I'll have to do something about that the first chance I
get. Maybe one of these nights we'll see what we can do."
As he spoke, Don had unconsciously taken a few steps nearer. As he did, his face drew into a slow frown of concentration. Shading his eyes, he could more clearly make out the shapes of the two girls through the screen partition: Melinda seated on the lounge divan, and Tish standing before him. From where he stood now, it looked almost as if-Christ, they were both nude!
His throat constricted abruptly, eyes going wide with surprise. Neither girl was making the slightest attempt to cover herself. And though he couldn't really see much more than their shadowed outlines, the fact that those two lithe young bodies were so near and unconcerned had his prick leaping up in his slacks, making him lose the thread of their conversation entirely.
Noticing the look on his face, Tish knew now that she and Melinda had been caught for certain. But instead of cutting the episode short, she was suddenly eager to continue this cunt-tingling game. "We were just agoing to sunbathe a little. But I wanted to get a tan all over, and the only way to do that is without a suit. You don't think the neighbors would mind if we laid out like "that, do you?"
"Uh ..." Don found his voice with difficulty. "No, no I don't think they'd mind a bit. In fact, I
think quite a few of them might enjoy it-me included. But . . . well, don't you think it's a little hot for that right now? I mean, you wouldn't want to have all that pretty skin sunburned, would you?"
Pleased at his reaction to her game, Tish pretended to look thoughtful. "I guess you're right. Anyway, it's lots cooler like this right here on the porch. Want to try it?"
He hesitated, torn between common sense and the sudden throbbing in his prick, and unwillingly shook his head in a stiff wrenching motion. "I'd better not, Tish. I don't believe you realize what the sight of you girls does to a man!"
They both smiled at that. Melinda, who'd been shyly listening all along, abruptly spoke up in a husky excited vocie. "Come on, Mr. Jones. Tish made some lemonade, and that ought to cool us all off! And . . . and anyway, it would be more fun if we had someone to talk to ... "
"Well ..."
Don knew he shouldn't even be considering the offer, no matter how innocently it was intended. Though not exactly children, Tish and Melinda obviously had no idea how the sight of their naked young bodies could affect a man.
Or did they?
Either way, the flush of heat that swelled in him now was from far more than the sun's effect. He was homy as hell-because of a couple of kids! Christ, they were just girls! What was he so scared of?
Pushed by that rationalization, he relented. "All right then. I could use a cold drink, and it's beginning to look as if you two need some adult supervision until Gloria gets here."
With that lame attempt at a joking attitude he moved around to the back door and reached for it.
However, Tish was already there. The screen door swung open, and Don found himself staring at the unobstructed sight of her nude body.
"What are you waiting for, Mr. Jones?" Tish spoke cheerfully, almost wanting to laugh at the expression on his face as his eyes travelled up and down her body, taking in the rigid pink points of her tits and the dark wet-tinged fur of her cunt. "Don't just stand there. Come on in!"
Feeling his cock expand to stretch the crotch of his slacks taut, he followed her up on the porch and let the door swing closed behind him.
"Hi, Mr. Jones."
Still seated on the divan, Melinda smiled hesitantly at him. Filled with a giddy mixture of shyness and excitement, she made no effort to hide her body from him. Instead, she brazenly let Mr. Jones take in her big heaving tits and their enormous nipples, then the golden juncture of her cunt that closed into a sharp vee between her squeezed-together thighs. With an effort to be as unconcerned and bold as her friend, she let her thighs open just a bit to display the slippery filmed gash of her slit.
Don felt as if he were choking. These girls didn't seem to have the slightest idea what they were doing to him. The spectacle of those luscious young pussies had his prick lurching up as if threatening to burst with reaction. Yet neither of them seemed to take the least notice as Tish led him to the divan, her round little ass swaying delectably.
"You just sit down here while I go get the lemonade," she directed, darting for the door. "Be right back."
Don hesitated, almost afraid of seating himself so near Melinda and her huge tits. Then, trying to jonvince himself that neither girl knew what was going through his mind at the moment, he shrugged and sat down.
Almost immediately Tish returned with a brimming glass and handed it to him, planting herself with legs spread apart before him. "Drink that down, and you'll feel lots cooler."
Trying not to stare at the fur-trimmed cunt fcovering before him, Don raised the glass to his Ips. The lemonade was sweet and cold, and almost instantly he drained it.
"Ann," he grinned, handing the empty glass back to her. "Chri-I mean, wow, I really needed that." Then he tried again to turn the unexpected situation into a joke. "Of course, it isn't going to make me as cool as you two seem to be!"
His words, and the way his eyes were greedily scanning her body, gave Tish an idea. Eyes suddenly glinting with mischief, she glanced over at Melinda. "Oh, we can fix that, can't we? You'll see!"
The blonde caught her tone immediately, and without warning Don felt the tenseness in the air. He cleared his throat, only too aware that something odd had passed between the two girls. "I don't know what you-hey!"
Two pairs of hands stabbed out on that cue, pulling at his clothes.
Don tried to put up a struggle, but it had happened too quickly. Suddenly the two nude girls were giggling and squirming all over him, their fingers everywhere. Long hair streaming and firm pliant tits bouncing, they attacked his shirt and clothes with a determination that had him writhing and gasping with laughter.
"Christ, what's going on-stop it, come on-oh: shit!"
Before he could stop them his shirt was undone and being pulled off him as his slacks were immediately unfastened and unzipped.
The three of them tumbled onto the spread-out beach towels that covered the floor, and he was helpless to resist as slender bodies wiggled against him and firm stiff-peaked tits pressed against his skin.
"We'll show you how to get cooled off!" Tish gasped, her hands tugging fiercely at his slacks. "Hold him down, and we'll make him just as cool as we are!"
Obeying quickly, Melinda moved into a straddling position, pinning Don's arms down with her dainty fingers. It was a hold he could easily have broken if he'd had any desire to, but by now Don was enjoying the game just as much as they were. Dimly, he knew it was wrong. The last thing he should want right now was to be stripped naked in front of these innocent game-playing girls. But with Melinda's youthful body holding him down, her vibrant hot cunt gliding over his chest and leaving a sticky trail of arousal, for the first time he let himself admit that this was just what he wanted-and what they wanted as well.
In the next instant he felt his slacks jerked down, and then off.
"That's it," came Tish's voice, a bit husky as his cock strained up hard and veined before her. "Wow, you have a beautiful pecker! This is what we really need, oh yeah ..."
The next thing he knew a pair of inquisitive hands had swooped to grasp his stiff prick, and began tugging on it hungrily.
"Jesus!" he managed in a last feeble attempt at resistance. "You girls are asking for more than you bargained on. If you keep that up-"
"Oh, I don't think we'll have any trouble doing that!" Tish purred, pumping her fists up and down on his swollen shaft. "Do you, Melinda?"
Melinda, who was sprawled atop him with her mammoth jugs dangling temptingly before his face, let-out a little giggle of delight at her own uninhibited actions. "I don't think so. What you need is something to keep you busy, Mr. Jones. Let's see, what can we do for fun?"
As she spoke, she leaned forward even more, teasing him with her big tits. Their pink shining nipples trailed across Don's face, brushing his lips with tantalizing bluntness. Suddenly he was no longer able to pretend that this was just a game. His head bobbed up greedily, and Melinda found one of her hard long nipples captured in his mouth.
"Ohh," she groaned delightedly, wiggling on his chest and shoving her boob to his lips. "Oh Mr. Jones, that feels so good, keep doing that, suck me hard, ahhhh ..."
Doing just that, Don received a new surprise when he felt the tip of his cock encompassed by a warm wet mouth.
"Mmff-"
Letting out a groan of amazement, he sucked fiercely on Melinda's quivering nipple as Tish began to bob her head up and down on his shaft, taking in inch after inch of it with surprising expertise.
Within moments the three of them were a tangle of unleashed lust. Don's hands slid along Melinda's ample body, one of them pushing into her glossy wet mound of fur and exploring her wet snatch. She groaned happily and rose on all fours, her tit still mashed to his face, as Don plowed a finger up her twat and started to move it in and out. She gasped and gyrated on his fucking probe, totally releasing all the needs that Tish had aroused.
"Yes, oh yes that's good, do it to me Mr. Jones, faster, fasterrr-"
At the same time Tish was busily working over his prick, sucking on its massive length with all her might. It was even bigger than Randy's juicy stem, stretching her lips around it and pumping up with little twitching motions as Don reacted immediately, gliding his stiff cock in and out with growing intensity.
"Uuummm ..."
Their movements quickly built to a frantic pace. With his mouth fastened to Melinda's tit and his finger stabbing up her cunt with a friction that had her panting, he succumbed entirely to the two horny young women whose demanding bodies squirmed insatiably over him.
Tish's head was bobbing furiously now, riding up and down on her neighbor's prick and making it as stiff and hard as a board. She could hear him groaning deep in his throat, could feel his body surging beneath her with increasing vigor. Then she felt his veined cock ripple against her lips and tasted the first droplets of approaching climax on her tongue.
That was the moment she'd been waiting for. Abruptly she jerked her head up, gasping with her own need.
"Now sit on his face and give it to him good, while I take care of this!" she blurted hoarsely, already moving.
Melinda agreed instantly. "Oh, yeah!"
Even as Don sank back in frustration the blonde was in motion. Plucking her tit from his mouth and shifting forward with a tiny gasp as his finger slipped from her hole, she scooted across his chest until her pink wide-spread cunt gaped above his face.
He reacted instinctively, shooting his tongue out to bury it in her creamy depths.
"Ohhhh!" she panted hoarsely as Don's wet probe rammed between her split-open cuntlips and plunged into her. "Oh yeah Mr. Jones, eat me! Eat me up, oh fuck that's it, more!"
Even as she undulated in delirious joy on his tongue, Don was well aware that Tish was having her fun too. He felt a slender pair of young thighs pressing against his hips, and arched upward as a slick fur-lined pussy captured the weaving head of his prick and began to ease down over it.
The teenager moaned softly as her cunt was filled with his hard thrusting cockhead. "Ahhh, that's right, now we're going to fix it real good . . . unh-oh, baby, yes!"
She lunged down, driving his stiff pecker entirely into her.
Don surged up as his youthful neighbor began to pump on his rigid shaft, reaming herself on it with wild seesawing undulations. His tongue dug harshly up Melinda's gushing cunt, and within moments they were all thrashing in hot urgent climax.
"Yeah," Tish purred, riding ort his cock harder than ever. "Yeah, fuck us both nice and hard, oh your pecker is so nice and big, it's making me come! Faster, faster, I'm going to-I'm coming, oh baby stick me hard, now now now-w-w-w-w!"
Orgasm drove the teenager to whimpering release as she slammed down on his prick with all her strength, crying out in sheer bliss.
"Mmuuff-" Don groaned loudly as his built-up load of jism blasted into the bouncing girl, surge after surge of hot streaming cum erupting deep in her clutching pussy. At the same time he gouged his tongue into Melinda's pink frothing hole with a frenzy like nothing he'd known for years, and the young blonde was instantly gyrating on his face in mutual gushing climax.
"Oh Mr. Jones, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
For what seemed an eternity the three of them hovered like that, in endless satiation. Writhing and sobbing and surrendering entirely to the blasts of joy that tore through them, they didn't stop until the last shuddering wrenches of orgasm had been ripped entirely from their ravenous bodies.
At last, satisfied and gasping with joyful delight, the two girls released him and slid away.
"Oh fuck, that was good!" Tish gasped, slumping back on her beach towel and groaning as his prick flopped free of her steamy cum-drenched cunt. "You really screw nice, just the way I like!"
Chuckling hoarsely, Don grunted in a gravelly tone. "This is crazy . . . you girls . . . oh, shit ..."
That was when Melinda, drunk now with horny lust, unexpectedly crawled over to Tish and moved between her legs, pushing her thighs wide apart. "It's not fair for you to get all his cum," she giggled, kneeling forward. "I deserve some too, and I'll just get it like this . . . mmmmmmmm-uuuuummmmmmmm ..."
"Yeah!" Pleased, Tish watched as the hungry blonde swooped down, darting her pink wet tongue straight for her friend's jism-leaking pussy.
By this time Don would have believed he was beyond surprise. But his jaw went slack with amazement as Melinda attacked Tish's pussy furiously, gliding her tongue over the girl's drooling snatch and dipping it between her cuntlips to capture his load of cum.
Instantly Tish began to moan with renewed arousal, leaning back on the towel and tangling one hand in Melinda's long silky hair to urge her on.
Instead of shocking him, the sight of Melinda's mouth plastering to Tish's cunt had his prick stiffening in immediate reaction. The girl was on her knees, bending forward so that her ripe young pussy and glistening pink puckered ass rim sparkled up at him.
That spectacle, combined with his hardening dick, quickly had him eager to join in.
Which he did without hesitation.
Making a sound deep in his throat he moved for her, speaking in a voice that was now harsh with need. "Now it's time I showed you sweet-assed little girls some real tricks. And we'll just start with this."
These words hardly past his lips, he was already pushing his inflamed cocktip at Melinda's jutting cunt.
"Mupppfff-"
The girl gave a muffled wail, wiggling as his prick wedged in her unfucked pussy and sank deep into her. She'd never had a real man's cock inside her before, and at first that was a sharp tearing pain, a splitting that made her want to shriek in mingled pain and joy. But the pain vanished almost instantly as he pumped his prick to her, and before long the blonde was sobbing and eating Tish's slick twat with new hunger as she got the first real fucking of her life.
"Yes!" Tish cried, hunching up to her best friend's face. "Fuck the bitch real good, oh yes do it hard, harder ... oh you fucking beautiful bastard, screw her!"
Don did just that, sliding his stiff meat in and out of Melinda's sopping tight hole as if he'd been screwing her all her young life.
It didn't take much of that to have Melinda exploding in fresh climax, reaming out Tish's cunt and arching backward to impale herself on Don's throbbing big dick. Her sobs grew into stifled screarns of bliss as she came in lurching spasms, driving both her partners to simultaneous release.
"AAAAAHHHHH!"
Tish twisted wildly up off the beach towel, blasting fresh floods of cream all over the blonde's face as she came deliciously.
Not to be outdone, Don chose that moment to unleash his own newly-regained load of jism. Pumping viciously into the girl's grasping hot cunt, he gasped as his cock jerked and erupted in her, shooting its geyser of white steamy cum in pounding bursts of completion.
"GGGUUUMMMPPPHHH!"
Melinda shrieked ecstatically, tongue writhing in Tish's pussy and ass crashing back to grind against Don's cockbase.
Bodies taut and meshing in shared culmination, all three of them soared to oblivion amidst groans and whimpers and gasps.
Finally, when the last little surge of jizz had been sucked from his prick, Don pulled wetly free and slumped back, drained.
"Jesus," he gave a cracked laugh. "When I said you two needed adult supervision, this isn't exactly what I meant!"
Melinda giggled, reaching down to finger her soaked cunt and feel the gobs of jism that oozed from it. "You can supervise me anytime!" She was already thinking of Cliff Porter, and the fun they were going to have tonight.
Realizing how late it was, Don reached for his clothes. Zipping up his trousers, he looked down at the two happy girls with a twinkling gaze. "Anytime you ladies want to get together for some more supervision, just let me know. I think we may just have found the perfect way to fill the generation gap!"
Tish smiled sexily, enraptured at this new possibility. "Oh, I expect we'll want it filled again. Just as often as possible!"
Laughing, Don walked off on weak legs, overwhelmed by this new turnabout of events.
And as he left, Tish was thinking of her mother and all her attempts to get the two of them together. If Mom only knew what she was missing!
For the first time she was glad the old saying 'like mother, like daughter' didn't necessarily have to be true. Did it?
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Gloria arrived home from work, Tish was busily darting about the kitchen getting supper ready.
Her mother came in looking tired and rumpled, worn from a hard day at the office. "Mm, that smells good. Have a nice day, dear?"
Nodding, Tish examined her Mom with a tinge of worry. "But it doesn't look much like you did. I think you've been working too hard lately."
"Well-" Gloria had to smile at the frown of concern on her daughter's face "-I have to make a good impression with my new boss, don't I? I suppose I could use a nice shower though, if I've got time."
Tish agreed quickly. "Go right ahead. I can keep things warm here. And you don't mind if I invited Randy over too, do you? He's always complaining about his Dad's cooking, and I thought, well . . ."�
"Of course I don't mind." Gloria laughed lightly at this new aspect of her daughter. She was getting to be quite a little housekeeper!
Going upstairs, she quickly shed her wrinkled clothes and slipped under a cool tingling spray, letting it wash away the traces of her day's activities until she was once more refreshed and glowing with new life. Then, shrugging into her bathrobe and knotting it securely, she went down to eat.
By the time she returned to the kitchen, Randy had arrived and the two kids were busily arranging the table and chatting lightly.
"My, this all looks wonderful!" Gloria praised as they seated themselves. "I don't think I've ever been so hungry in my life!"
They all laughed at that and dug into Tish's meal, talking and laughing as Gloria regained her drained energy.
She didn't notice the way Tish eyed her throughout the meal, worry creasing her brow with a frown. Since her mother had taken that new job, lots of things had changed recently. And one of them was Tish's attitude. In the past weeks she'd taken on more of the household responsibilities than ever before, and with them had come a growing realization of just how hard her Mom had to work. It wasn't easy being a single mother with a growing daughter to care for. In fact, that might even be why her mother never dated men, never enjoyed herself the way a woman should.
That was the real waste. And it was a situation Tish silently determined to remedy as they finished their meal. Any way she could.
At last Gloria leaned back, sighing. "Well, I think I've eaten about all I can hold! Are you children finished? Good, then I can get at these dishes-"
"I'll do them!" Tish hopped up from the table and motioned to Randy. "Anyway, I've got lots of help!"
Randy grimaced and shrugged, giving Mrs. Wells a fatalistic grin. "I knew there was some reason I got invited over."
He rose, and the two teenagers began to clear the dishes away.
Gloria's first impulse was to put up an argument, but before she knew it Tish had scooted her out of the kitchen and instructed her to he on the couch and rest while they finished up.
She meekly did as she was told, glad for the chance to rest. Lying comfortably in her bathrobe, she had almost fallen asleep when the kids burst in.
"Well, that didn't take long," Tish announced happily, pleased to be of help. "Now that we've got everything done, all you have to do is relax."
Gloria started to rise. "Now, you don't have to look over me hke a mother hen! And you children have so many other things you could be doing, why don't I just-"
Before she could finish, Tish had darted forward and was gently pushing her back on the couch. "You just lie there and take it easy for once, while we do everything. I know-why don't I give you one of my famous back rubs? That always relaxes you!"
"Well . . . " She hesitated, but the notion was appealing, and Tish seemed so intent on making her rest that she didn't have the heart to stop her. "Oh, all right. I guess I could stand just a little bit of a rubdown. Maybe you have a point."
"Good." Tish's smile was firm as she knelt beside the couch and began to knead her mother's shoulders.
Despite her reluctance, Gloria tingled with luxurious pleasure at her daughter's expert handling. Tish had done this lots of times before, and knew just what she liked. She purred her satisfaction at the girl's ministrations. "Mmm, that does feel good. I'm glad I let you talk me into this."
As she worked her mother's shoulders, Tish glanced up at Randy, who'd been standing silently by. "Want to help? It's okay if Randy helps out, isn't it, Mom?"
Before Gloria could answer she heard Randy's voice speak up as he strode forward. "Sure, that'd be great! Can I do your legs, Mrs. Wells?"
Gloria almost said no. It didn't seem quite appropriate to be massaged by her young neighbor.
But Randy was already bending over, his hands darting out. The first touch of his fingers against her bare leg sent a ripple of pleasure through her, silencing the protest on her hps as they moved up and down her calves, hesitantly at first, then more boldly.
Eyes closed, she didn't catch the pleased expression that Tish gave him, or their exchanged grins.
Before long Gloria was groaning at the two pairs of hands that kneaded her into a lull of dreamy relaxation, releasing the day's tensions with youthful expertise. She didn't even object when Randy's gliding fingers slipped up to push back the border of her bathrobe and began to sneak up past her knees, inching higher.
Above her, Tish's voice was light and soft. "You know, it would work lots better without this heavy old robe in the way. Here, let me adjust it just a little ..."
"Tish!" she gasped as her daughter unexpectedly jerked the top of her bathrobe down, pulling it from her arms and bunching it at her waist. The girl's action seemed so natural and unthinking that she didn't resist, but gave an embarrassed little laugh with the realization that she was practically nude now, with the bathrobe merely draped over her firm ass and upper legs. "Don't you think this is a little too much? I didn't intend to get quite this comfortable!"
"Doesn't it feel better though?" Tish returned to giving her Mom a backrub, hiding the excitement pulsing through her at the spectacle of her mother's near-nakedness in front of Randy.
She noticed that the sight of Mrs. Wells' almost nude body was having its effect on him as well. His breath sucked in at the beautiful body stretched out before him, squirming self-consciously and settling once more as Tish continued her massage.
Licking his lips, he reached down with trembling fingers and tried to make his own voice soothing. "That's how Dad gets his rundowns at the club, Mrs. Wells. He took me once, and it felt great. You'll see."
His hands were already moving again up the backs of Mrs. Wells' thighs, running up and down first one leg, then the other. The feel of that soft pliant flesh under his fingers had his prick throbbing in his jeans, her little groans and wigglings making him hornier by the moment. It was obvious by now that neither Tish nor her mother minded his presence in the least, and with growing boldness he let his caressing hands push the lower half of the bathrobe up in their progress until it lay in limp folds over her luscious ass, covering nothing else. "Ummm ..."
Lulled by their combined exertions, Gloria sighed. Dimly she knew what Randy was doing, but for some reason she didn't want to stop what had begun. It felt too good, and there didn't seem to be anything really wrong in that. They were just trying to relax her, that was all . . .
She didn't complain, even when his fingertips sneaked beneath the bunched bathrobe and brushed the first jutting rise of her asscheeks. She squirmed delightedly, trying to ignore the fact that her cunt was melting with a wicked new warmth.
Encouraged, Randy eased his hands up further until they cupped the twin globes of her ass, exploring the rich mounds of flesh they found there.
"We'll have you all comfortable and rested before you know it, Mom," Tish was saying, also aware of the situation. She caught the movements of Randy's hands beneath the draped bathrobe, and oddly felt her own cunt creaming with pleasure. Her Mom was actually making him horny! She went on, resuming her rubbing more briskly than ever. "This is just what you need
At that moment Gloria knew she should stop them. But the feel of Randy's palms on her ass had her pussy churning with arousal. She couldn't resist, even when his massaging hands forced the loose bathrobe up to give him a perfect view of what he was fondling.
His cock leaped as he found himself staring down at Mrs. Wells' ass. His fingers slid along her taut firmness, caressing her cheeks and gently prying them apart to give him brief glimpses of her pink moist anus.
Swallowing hard, he fondled her asscheeks as his gaze slid down over their dark crevice to the crisp fringe of brunette curls that temptingly hid her cunt. "You've got a terrific bottom, Mrs. Wells. It's a shame to hide it."
Gloria sensed the hunger in his voice, but by this time was too overwhelmed by the mixture of emotions surging through her to put a stop to what was happening. Instead she laughed lightly, her own voice a bit husky. "You're not supposed to peek, young man! What would your father say if he came in this moment?"
"He'd say it was terrific too," Randy returned with a chuckle. "Too nice to be covered up like that."
"That's true," Tish put in at once, tingling with impish joy. "Anyway, we can't have things getting in the way if we're going to give you a real rub-down. Here, I'll take care of it."
Suddenly one of her hands darted down and tore the bundle of cloth away entirely.
It fell in a heap to the floor, and Gloria instinctively reacted for a shocked instant. "Tish Wells! That was a terrible thing to-"
She started to reach for the fallen bathrobe, then realized that she was entirely nude. Anything she did now could only make the situation worse. And . . . well, it was already too late to stop Randy from looking, wasn't it? Besides, what harm was there in that, really? He could see almost as much on television!
With that rationalization she forced herself to relax once more and gave an unconvincing sigh of exasperation. "Oh well, I suppose it was in the way. But you certainly can't complain about that now!"
The two teenagers laughed appreciatively and continued their massaging. Randy's hands went to her legs once more, but immediately returned to her ripe asscheeks, kneading them with almost blatant lust.
The situation was quickly having its effects on Tish as well. Her young pussy was burning and creaming at the naughty delight of having her mother absolutely naked in front of their next-door neighbor.
Caught up in horny fervor and determined now to overcome her Mom's inhibitions, she quickly found herself massaging her way around to the mashed swell of Gloria's big soft tits.
The woman groaned as one pair of hands teased her creamy boobs as the other worked her ass. Randy's fingers moved back and forth, dipping into her ass crevice and brushing against the little pit of her anus. His undisguised movements no longer fooled her a bit. On the other hand, she couldn't seem to stop him, either. It felt too nice to be touched all over hke this. Not like Harve's demanding touch, but tender curious explorations that had her cunt gushing in a luxurious flow of cream.
"We can do you all over like this," Tish was announcing as her hands rippled across her mother's skin. "It'd be a shame to stop now, just when you're getting comfortable. What do you think, Randy?"
"I think it's a great idea," he stated honestly, catching Tish's wink. By this time he'd almost given up any pretense of the rubdown, and was concentrating entirely on the luscious round ass before him. One of his fingers pushed into its tight crack and slid down to locate the pink little asshole located there. Without hesitation he teased the damp winking rim, easing the very tip of his finger into it.
"Ahhh," Gloria purred, arching just a bit as her asshole was teased by his probe. "You children do such a good job, I'm almost tempted ..."
"Why not?" Tish prodded her. "We don't mind, and neither should you. Now turn over, and let us do the front."
Vaguely Gloria realized that she was behaving just the way people expected a lonely, horny widow to act. But the simple fact was that she really was lonely and horny-especially the latter, at the moment.
As if in a daze she rolled onto her back, avoiding Randy's gleeful stare and smiling at Tish's words of encouragement.
"That's right. Now we can really get to work. We'll make you feel real good, Mom."
The teenage girl spoke assuringly as her hands molded over Gloria's big tits and began to rub, bringing their oversized nipples to spiring erection.
At the same time Randy trailed his hands up her hips and across her trim flat stomach, letting them glide over the downy fringe of the thickest mat of cuntfur he'd ever seen. Though her legs were pressed together, he could make out the tinge of wetness that darkened those rich brown curls, parting them just enough to give him a peek at the pink beginning valley of her slit. "You're terrific everywhere, Mrs. Wells," he said in a gritty voice, hands pushing between her inner thighs and easing them apart, gliding up to the glossy mound of fur and wet opening cunt he found there. "Yeah, really terrific. I could go on doing this forever ..."
With those words his fingers entwined in Gloria's slick tangled bush. She groaned again, letting her legs slip wider apart.
His cock jumped at the sudden unobstructed sight of her cunt spread open before him, all slippery and drooling with wetness. Her pussylips flared out like butterfly wings, letting him see straight into the delicious depths of her sopping hole.
Immediately his thumbs slid down over those lips, finding the stiff button of her clit and rolling across it.
"Ah-ummm . . ."
Gloria gasped, shuddering with uncontrollable spasms of joy. "If-ahh, if you keep that up, I just may let you . . . ohhh . . ."
Engrossed in the scene before her, Tish felt her own cunt ache with insatiable need. Abruptly, unable to simply watch, she drew back and began to shed her own clothes. "Now we'll really do it right. This is just what you need, Mom."
For an instant Gloria felt both pairs of hands slip from her body. Breathing heavily and sighing in frustration, she opened her eyes. "What . . . ?"
Then she saw that both teenagers were now entirely nude as well, converging on her with expressions on their young faces that couldn't be missed.
"Oh ..." She tried to overcome the urgency rushing through her, but it was too late. "Oh . . , oh my God, what're you-darlings . . ."
Then Tish was bending down, taking one of her mother's pebble-hard nipples in her hps and sucking on it with the frantic need that had her pussy bursting in a torrent of juice.
"Mmmm . . ."
"Tish-oh honey, please don't . . .ahhhh ..."
Before she could react, Gloria felt Randy's lean youthful body slither between her legs, and looked down to see his scrumptious young pecker straining forward, its thick veined length driving down like a spear as his weight pushed onto her and his grinning face rose above her, Tish's head moving between them. "Now Mrs. Wells, you're in for a real special massage. Just the way you'll hke it best . . ."
Something hard and wonderfully alive was gouging between her thighs, and Gloria let out a small cry as her soaked cuntlips were pushed apart by the boy's inflamed cockhead.
"Unnnhhh!"
His hips gyrated hungrily, and suddenly the full length of his enormous aching pecker slid into her. It had happened so suddenly, the switchover from a wicked little game to incredible reality, that Gloria was totally unprepared to fight. Panting in a frenzied turrmoil of sensation, she lunged up to take it all and gave a gasping cry of ecstasy as he began to pump, jabbing his rigid cock hilt-deep into her.
"Oh God, yes! Yes-oh lover, that feels so good, oh my sweet babies, more, more ..."
Sucking hard on her mother's big upthrusting tits, Tish managed to twist around so that she could see it all.
Propped up on his hands, Randy's face was a grimace of sheer bliss as he plowed his cock to Mrs. Wells' writhing pussy. Tish could actually see his prick sliding in and out, its length withdrawing slick and rippling to jab again and again, balls slapping against her mother's straining ass. She could even hear the sucking sounds each prickthrust made as her Mom's cunt greedily clutched his rod. Their fucking made her give a small moan of sympathetic reaction,feeling her own cuntcream stream down her legs in response.
Tish was surprised when one of her mother's hands darted down unexpectedly and slipped over her pussy, her palm catching the abrupt burst of juice that flooded from Tish's tingling cunt.
"Oh my darlings, that's right-oh yes, give it to me, more, fuck me hard with your cock, stick me nice-ahhhhhh ..."
Tish had never heard her Mom talk like that before, had never heard her use words even remotely in the way that she was using them now. But she didn't have time to consider that surprising aspect of her mother before she received an even greater surprise.
Cupping her daughter's wet oozing pussy, Gloria instantly began to press her middle finger up between the girl's cuntlips and push it deep up inside her. This time it was Gloria's turn to be surprised, as her finger sank into Tish's twat without even the slightest effort. Lips still fastened to her tit, the girl moaned softly and began to hunch on her finger as if she'd done it a thousand times before.
Both mother and daughter were learning a great deal about each other now, but at the moment their new-found knowledge faded to the background as Randy increased the friction of his cock, ramming it furiously into Gloria and gasping with approaching climax. "That's it, harder Randy, fuck me harder!" Panting, Gloria lurched up for his pounding cock as her finger automatically dipped in and out of her daughter's cunt in perfect rhythm. Oblivious now to anything but the lovely young pecker driving her to completion, she soon had two fingers wedged tight in Tish's pussy and was reaming the moaning girl out with an intensity that had cunt-juice gushing down her hand.
"Now baby, give it to me all the way, screw it into me while I-oh God, honey, I'm coming so nice, making me come, faster faster-aaaaahhhhh!"
She shuddered and heaved up in a soaring chain of climaxes, bouncing wildly beneath his prick as her daughter thrashed on her hand, coming as well.
For Gloria, the moment was just another link in a long chain of sensuality that had ruled her life in the past days. Not even the fact that her orgasm was the result of her own daughter's seduction could halt it now. She cried out ecstatically, hardly hearing her own little girl's sobs of completion as Randy groaned loudly and sank his prick into her with a lunge that pinned her to the couch as he blasted his load of cum inside her.
"AHHHHH!"
Twisting up, she took it all. Her cock-hungry snatch soaked up every wonderful eruption of jism until Randy was drained, and continued to undulate even then, soaking every drop of rapture from his cock.
Not until the last dregs of pleasure had been ripped from her did she release his used-up prick.
It flopped wetly free, and he pulled back with a gasping laugh. "Oh shit, Mrs. Wells! That was . . . wow ..."
"Yeah," Tish's voice was a purr of pleasure as she slumped forward, still with her mother's fingers lodged in her cunt and moving around to give her equal joy. "Yeah, Mom, that was swell! I ... I didn't know you had it in you." Gloria laughed. "Well, I did!" They all laughed at that, the two women clinging to each other with new-found freedom and understanding.
It was as she hugged her mother happily that the old saying returned, with unexpected new meaning. Like mother, like daughter. And how!
CHAPTER NINE
Harvey Collins was seated at his desk, finishing up a pile of paperwork during lunch hour to free his afternoon for his secretary, when there was a soft knock on the office door and an unfamiliar figure peeked hesitantly in.
"Mr. Collins? May I speak to you a moment?"
She stepped into the room without awaiting a reply, and Harve's surprised expression gave way to a slow grin as he observed the attractive young woman who strode up to his desk. Wearing a light sexy skirt-and-blouse outfit with a modest girlish cut, she moved with the lithe slender certainty of a teenager. Her youthful face held a mischievous mixture of innocence and wisdom as she stood before him, blue eyes wide and curious.
"Can I help you, Miss?" he asked, looking her up and down.
"Tish," she answered hastily, returning his grin with a little smile of her own. "I think so. I'm Tisha Wells, Gloria Wells' daughter. But everybody calls me Tish."
"Oh, I see." Harve leaned back, noticing the similarities between mother and daughter. Though slimmer than Gloria and not quite as tall, Tish still had a good portion of the luscious body he'd come to know only too well. The young tits that bobbled temptingly beneath her blouse showed every promise of someday blossoming to the full proportions of her mother's big creamy jugs. The slender tapered legs and rounded hips that moved assuredly beneath her skirt already looked ripe enough to draw any man's interest.
At least, they certainly drew Harve's. He could feel it in a vague itching of his palms as he went on casually. "Well, I'm afraid you've just missed your mother, Tish. She left not five minutes ago on her lunch hour and I don't expect her back anytime soon. Is there anything I can do for you?"
The girl brightened and nodded, moving around the desk and casually leaning back against it before him as if she'd been in his office dozens of times. "I believe you can, Mr. Collins. It was you I came to see anyway."
"Oh?" His eyebrows went up in surprise. The nearness of the girl, the unconcerned way she half-sat on his desk top and let her skirt ride up her thighs, were quickly having their effect. His throat went dry, and he would have nervously reached to shuffle his papers if she hadn't been in the way. "Well, then, here I am," he managed a weak chuckle. "What can I do for you?"
"It's about Mom." As she spoke, Tish scooted back and propped one foot against the edge of Harve's swivel chair as if it was the most natural thing to do, letting her knee sway back and forth. "She's been working awful hard lately, and I'm beginning to get worried about her."
"Uhh ..." Harve started to speak, but his throat had suddenly gone dry. The teenager's leg swung in a rhythmic arc, making her skirt slide up to mid-thigh and gape open and closed with each motion.
From where he sat, each sway of her leg gave him a perfect view past the thin layer of material-and straight at the sweetest, most precious little cunt he'd ever seen.
Tish hadn't worn panties for her visit. In fact, she hadn't worn anything at all under her skirt and blouse, knowing full well the tactic she might have to use. And at Mr. Collins' stare, she stopped swaying her leg and let it drift wide, giving him a good look as she went on in a naive voice.
"I know it isn't your fault, but she's so tired all the time these days and not even able to go out and have any fun-isn't there something you could do, Mr. Collins?"
"Uh, well, I suppose we could work something out," Harve's tone was gravelly as he stared unblinking at the scrumptious young snatch that hovered before him. Its fine gold fringe of woman fur curled like a halo around a pink pussy slit that flared apart, exposing a taut little clit bump and below that the dark-veiled slot of her pussy channel. His prick surged and rose up in sharp response and for an instant he wondered if the girl had the vaguest notion of what she was doing to him.
Then he saw the first hint of moistness oozing from her cunt, slickening her puffed pussylips and tingling her halo with an aromatic stain. Then he realized the truth. The little bitch knew exactly what she was doing. And it was turning her on, too, Tish's smile had widened as she creamed harder beneath his unwavering gaze. "I thought we might Jo just that, Mr. Collins. Maybe . . . maybe I could work here part-time this summer, you know, doing odd jobs or something. Do you think you could use me?"
He found his voice at that, eyes flicking up for a brief moment to catch the assured look on her face. A fresh grin started on his face, growing wider as he spoke. "Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we? Of course, there'll have to be a little test first. Just to find out if you've got secretarial potential of course ..."
Suddenly his hand shot out, stabbing beneath Tish's skirt and grasping for her wet bare cunt.
She gave a giggling gasp as his big fingers gouged along her pussy, one of them immediately finding the hard bud of her clit and pushing against it like a button.
"Mr. Collins!" she tried to sound surprised, but it came out little more than a moan. "Is-ohh, is this your idea of a test?"
Chuckling hoarsely, Harve pressed the girl's slippery love-nipple and slipped another of his fingers down to glide between her fat wet cuntlips. "This job requires excellent reflexes, you know. The kind your mother has. I just want to see if she's passed any of it on . . . "
"Oh, I . . . see-e-e-e-e-"
She squirmed as his finger dug into her pussy, working in to its knuckle and plowing with a pumping motion until it was all the way inside her. Groaning, she leaned back on the desk as jolts of pleasure swept through her, bursting in a gush of hot cream all over Harve's hand.
"Yes," he said with a lit expression, delighted at her response. "Yes, I think you'll do very well. But we have to make absolutely certain, don't we?"
His free hand was already pushing Tish's skirt up to htr waist, entirely exposing her slick thighs and arching finger-filled pussy.
She gave a shuddering little laugh, spreading her legs as far apart as she could and letting him get the full view. "Wha-ohh, what do you have in mind now, Mr. Collins? I . . . ahhh ... I just hope it's an even better test!"
"Oh, it is," he assured her, watching his thick finger slide in and out of her drooling pink-lipped twat. He withdrew the finger with a small sucking sound and moved his head down between her legs even as he spoke. "I always hke to know what my secretaries' tastes are ... "
The last words were muffled as his mouth moved down, and his tongue shot out.
"Ahhh . . . " Tish groaned as he licked and teased her creaming cunt, one moment plugging it with his fat wet tongue and the next lapping up the flow of juices that burst from her in reaction. His hot rough probe stroked up and down the length of her pussy, and she heaved up in a soaring surge of pleasure as he located her stiff clit and attacked it greedily.
"Oh, yesss!" she squealed, hunching up and mashing her clit hard to his tongue. "That's it, eat me good Mr. Collins, oh yeah faster, faster, ohhhhhh-" "Muuff ..."
Harve's lips made hungry smacking noises as he drank up flood after flood of precious pussy cream, driving the girl to fresh peaks of joy. He tortured her clit until she was writhing on the desk, tremors shuddering through her taut young body. Then he slipped his tongue down once more to ram deep into her cunt, reaming it out and thrusting like a prick.
It didn't take much of that to have Tish coming frantically, one hand propping her up and the other clutching his hair as she careened up, crying out.
"Oh fuck that's good, do it more, more- ahhhhhh!"
Panting and hunching up to be gouged by his tongue, she climaxed in a frenzy of delight that quickly had them both aching for more.
Which was just what Tish had been wanting; what she'd intended from the first moment of her decision to come and see her mother's boss. The fact that she was enjoying it just as much as he was didn't hurt at all as she blurted out her need, unable to hold back another second.
"I need your cock! Give me your pecker, Mr.
Collins!"
With those words she was already scooting off the desk, her small nimble fingers fishing into his cock-bloated slacks and digging out the wonderful big prick hidden there as she straddled him.
Grunting a hoarse laugh and licking the film of cuntcream from his lips, Harve arched in his chair as his pants were torn down, freeing his cock from its prison.
It flopped up in the air, hard and veined and rigid. Immediately Tish spread her thighs across his lap and sank down on it, her hands guiding his big swollen shaft perfectly into her cunt.
"Aaannnhhh!"
She wailed as it drilled up into her, undulating down until he damp triangle of pussy fur mingled into Harve's thick cock thatch. Then she began to heave in little bouncing motions that almost instantly grew into wild gyrations, taking his pecker with a youthful exuberance that had him gasping.
"Ah, yes," he gave his willing approval, at the same time unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it open to display her small jouncing tits. "Just keep doing that, fuck that tight little cunt of yours on my prick while I take care of these luscious darlings . . . mmmuummm ..."
Lips fastening to one perky nipple, he sucked and nibbled it with harsh need as she plunged on his cock, making the swivel chair creak and sway dangerously.
"Oh shit, I'm coming!" she cried out, openly sobbing and lurching down with increasing intensity as he slurped at her tits, making them both wet with saliva. "Screw me hard, oh you fucking bastard, now baby now, now-owwwwww!"
Bucking in fantastic orgasm, Tish came down on his thick ramming prick with all her might, shrieking in pure ecstasy.
Clutching the teenager's taut ass, Harve pumped up to meet her downstroke, slamming his totally into the writhing grl.
They blasted simultaneously, releasing their last hold on restraint. Grunting, he felt his load of cum rip into that sweet sucking pussy in acid-hot geysers, filling it in spurting fountains that seemed to go on without end as she seesawed on top of him, soaking it all up.
"Uuuunnngggghhhh ..."
Gurgling in a sheer oblivion of pleasure, Tish took it all. Not even the fact that this was her mother's boss could stop her now. After all, she'd come here to make an impression on him, hadn't she? Well, she wasn't done impressing him yet!
"Oh fucking baby, that was so good," she moaned, sliding across his now-slippery thighs and sloshing his pecker inside her to feel it stir with new life.
Harve's eyes twinkled with delight. Christ, this scrumptious little bitch had his prick hardening again already!
"Ann, that's my girl," he said, letting one hand move around to fondle the cum-soaked little rim of her wide-parted anus as the other dipped into his desk drawer. "Just keep doing that, and I'll introduce you to a special friend of mine, a friend your mother happens to know very well ..."
Dimly mystified by his words but having no intention of stopping now, Tish continued to weave on his pecker. She felt it growing in her and groaned softly, ready for anything. By this time she'd already begun to realize why her Mom was so tired all the time. It was obvious that Mr. Collins was a horny man, and the thought that he had been taking advantage of her mother should have upset her.
And at any other time, perhaps it would have. But not right now. At the moment, she was too eager for some more screwing to care about anything else.
Even when she felt the first pressing of the dildo against her tight young asshole and realized what he wanted, she didn't care. Instead she shifted forward, wedging his cock inside her and forcing her anus even wider as he shoved, pushing the enormous pink head of the thing in and working it inch by inch up her unresisting chute.
"Yes!" she wailed, bouncing wildly on the chair and spearing herself down on both his stabbing cocks. "Yes, fuck my shithole, oh Mr. Collins it hurts so nice, more, give me-ohhhhhh!"
She cried out as Harve began to move the dildo in and out, fucking it into her ass with a rhythm that perfectly matched her downward thrusts on his now-stiff prick. Panting for breath, he impaled her again and again on the ominously rocking chair as she sobbed with fresh uninhibited bliss and begged for more.
"Faster, oh yeah fuck me faster like that, ohhh, I'm coming Mr. Collins, give it to-ahhh, that's it, oh bastard prick fuck, I'm-COMINNNNNNG!"
She'd never before felt anything like the multiple explosions that ripped through her cunt now, seeming to lift her high in the air to come soaring down with all her might on the two peckers pumping up for her.
"UNNNNHHHHH!"
Shrieking out loud as her cunt and anus were completely filled, she writhed in total abandon. Harve's sudden groan and upward surge as he once again released his blasting load of jism in her only increased her orgasm, and together they clung in frantic joy, the dildo jutting from her wiggling asshole as she soaked up every drop of cum.
At last, moaning and squirming and not making the least attempt to remove either luscious prick, she giggled huskily. "Does . . . does this mean I get the job?"
Harve could only laugh at that.
CHAPTER TEN
Driving home, Gloria couldn't help wondering why Harve had let her off so early today. Ever since her return from lunch he'd acted oddly, and hadn't even called her in for one of their "special dictation" sessions. Which was actually something of a relief after the past few days of constant screwing.
But it was disappointing as well. She'd come to look forward to those sessions, to those precious moments of having a cock buried inside her. In fact, she'd felt a surge of disappointment when he'd poked his head out of the office to tell her to take the rest of the day off.
Still, it would be nice to have the afternoon to herself. No paperwork to be done, no clients to see to. No cunt-hungry boss to satisfy. No prick to drive her into ecstatic peaks of satiation. No disgusting, degrading, deliciously wicked acts to perform. No relief from the ache that even now was growing within her, an ache that had her squirming in the car seat and wanting to turn right around-
Pulling into the driveway, she tried to push those thoughts from her mind. After all, every woman had a right to an afternoon away from the grind of work, once in awhile. And so did every boss, for that matter. Anyway, there was always tomorrow to make up for it . . .
It was as she climbed out of her car that a man's voice spoke abruptly. "Hello, stranger! Haven't seen you around much these days."
She turned and broke into a smile as Don Jones strode up, wiping a layer of sweat from his face and grinning wide. He'd been working in his yard, and a pair of weed clippers dangled from one hand. His shirt and shorts were soaked, clinging to his well-shaped body in a way that caught her attention immediately as he stopped before her.
"Well, I didn't expect to catch you around this time of day. Don't tell me that new boss of yours has shown a speck of decency! I was beginning to think you'd moved away!"
Gloria blushed. It was obvious that he'd been talking to Tish. "I suppose I have been busy lately, Don. But you know how hard it is to find a good job. I haven't had much free time lately ..."
"So your daughter told me," he broke in. "By the way,- she stopped by this morning to say that she was going to be at Melinda's house all day, so I don't expect you'll have any interruptions until suppertime from the girl. She's really getting to be quite a woman, isn't she?"
She nodded, aware of the way his gaze travelled up and down her as he spoke. Don had always attracted her, and right now his appreciative stare was doing nothing to ease the ache in her cunt. Before taking her new job, she'd never quite had the nerve to anything about that attraction. But now, on impulse, she blurted out what was on her mind. "Yes she is, but I wish she'd give me a little more warning before she flies off like that. But since she is gone, would you like to come in for a cold drink? I guess that's the least I can do for a thirsty neighbor."
"All right." Don smiled, remembering the last such offer he'd had. "That sounds fine."
Pleased, Gloria turned and led him into the house, unable to halt the extra swing of her hips at his presence. Until not so long ago she wouldn't have dreamed of inviting a man in. not even Don. But right now her cunt was burning and itching with new arousal, and even the short trip through the house into the kitchen seemed to take forever.
He stood waiting as she went to the refrigerator, and gladly accepted the brimming glass of lemonade she brought back.
"I'm sorry I can't offer you anything stronger," she remarked as he drained the glass instantly and set it down. "With a growing girl in the house, I don't ever think to buy the kind of drink a man would like. I guess I'm a bit out of practice ..."
"Then maybe you need someone to practice on," he grinned, meeting her gaze. "Anyway, this is just what I needed. Thank you, ma'am. And anything I can do in return, just let me know."
She was standing before him, her eyes drawn as if by a magnet to the obvious swell in his crotch. Gloria could feel pussy juice creaming from her gash, soaking her panties and making the ache even worse. This wasn't Harve Collins with her now, but a handsome next-door neighbor she'd known for a long time without ever really seeing before. The bluntness of his manner had already made it obvious that he was attracted as well, and before she quite realized it she was moving forward, her voice deep and sexy. "Well, there might be something you could do, now that I think of it. In fact, I know just the kind of practice I need most. With this."
Suddenly her hand dipped down to cup his crotch.
"Wha-oh, Christ!" Don's grunt of surprise perfectly matched the abrupt lust that contorted his face. Though startled by this unexpected turn of events, he reacted instantly. His prick leaped up in her hand, and she gasped at the feel of that powerful surging fuckshaft as his hands went out in return.
"Yes, darling," her voice was almost a whisper as fingers plucked at the fastening of her dress. "Oh God, your cock feels so big and lovely. Get me out of this thing, please hurry!"
Amazed at his neighbor's reaction but only too glad to oblige, Don jerked the shoulders of the dress down to bare the biggest pair of tits he'd yet seen. Soft and creamy and spike-tipped, they joggled with an enticement that momentarily held him spellbound, hardly noticing as she briefly released his rigid prick and pushed the dress over her hips and to the floor.
"Jesus!" he muttered, unable to hold back the appreciation in his voice. "You don't know how long I've waited for this, just hoping-oh, shit . . . ummm . . ."
His head ducked, lips latching onto one pink nipple.
"Ann!" Gloria arched, tearing at his shorts. Within moments the object of her hunger sprang free, bobbing up hard and veined and reddened. Her hand closed on it once more, and she was pulling them both to the kitchen floor without the slightest hint of inhibition as her tone turned pleading. "Oh my God; your cock's so beautiful, I've got to have it! Get it in me darling, now! Please!"
Harshly pumping on his prick and pulling it to the entrance of her wet aching cunt, she soared up with frantic need.
Realizing that this was no time for preliminaries, Don did just as he was told. He lurched forward, sinking his cock to its hilt into her inviting snatch.
"Unnhh-" Gloria let out a delighted cry, hunching up for every inch of his spearing dick. It was even huger than Harve's, filling her totally and still until she almost screamed at the sheer tearing pleasure of having her pussy bloated with stiff pulsing pecker.
"That's it!" she wailed, wrapping her legs about his waist as he began to move his cock in and out, picking up speed. "Fuck me hard, oh lover give it to me real hard, fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before-yes, yes, do it Don, drive it in me faster, hurry, baby, hurry!"
"Oh shit!" He couldn't help blurting his amazement as Gloria went wild under him, legs locked above his hips and fingers clawing into his back. All the time they'd lived beside each other, he'd seen nothing but the demure, distant Mrs. Wells who'd hardly given him the time of day-hardly the same woman who now begged for his cock and clung to him as if she'd spent all that time building up for just this moment. And right now, he had no intention of disappointing her.
Slamming down with all his strength, Don drilled his meat to her with a ferocity that made her shriek.
"Yesss! Keep doing it, harder now, make me come ... oh yes, that's it, I'm coming baby, faster, faster-aaaaahhhhh!"
Her body wrenched up in flooding spasms of climax as Don pumped his prick into her harder than ever. His balls slapped viciously against her rippling ass, and within moments they were thrashing in mutual orgasm.
"Guunnhh!" Gloria surged up as the full weight of his body came crashing down, every ounce of it concentrated in the massive cock burying itself into her. He groaned loudly, and jism spurted in long searing fountains, filling her twitching pussy with cream. ?
"AAANNNHHH!"
Driven wild by the sudden explosion of cockjuice spouting into her, she writhed in total bliss. Her cunt clamped down on Don's prick as if it had been made just to hold his spectacular shaft, sucking up each fresh blast of jizz until they were both gasping and exhausted, their unison complete.
At last, drained and slumping on his neighbor's gorgeous body, he let out a long sigh and chuckled. "Christ, that was good! I wouldn't have believed-and after living right next door to you all this time! What a waste!"
Gloria giggled huskily, more pleased at his surprised reaction than she had ever been by Harve's leering appreciation. "Well, we'll just have to start making up for that, won't we? And I'll warn you right now that I need all that kind of practice I can get!"
They laughed together at their new-found relationship, their laughter turning into sounds of fresh delight as Don's prick began to grow once more inside her.
Neither of them noticed the figure that had peeked in from the living room, and who now slipped quietly away with a happy expression on her face.
t t t
Randy was just stepping out of the shower when he heard the front door downstairs open and shut, then footsteps coming up the stairs. Toweling himself dry, he called out.
"Hey Dad, did you get-shit!"
He froze at the sight of Tish standing there, smiling as she observed his nude body and young flopping prick.
"Hey, what're you doing here?" he blurted, eyes going wide with surprise. Then he remembered his father, and the surprise turned to fear. "Oh shit, if Dad comes up and catches you standing there-"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that." Tish strode lightly into the bathroom, a familiar look of determination on her face as she began to unbutton her blouse. "He's over at my house having ... a little discussion with Mom. They'll be over there for hours, I promise. Which means we've got lots of time."
Stunned, Randy watched as the blouse slipped off. It was quickly followed by her skirt, and by the time she reached him she was entirely nude.
A slow grin spread over his face as he took in the luscious body he'd come to know so well in the past days. "Well, I guess I don't have to ask what you want. I've already got a pretty good idea."
"So I see," she retorted teasingly as his cock began to rise up in the air, still slick with beaded water from his shower. Growing hard and thick and long, it strained with life as she went on in a cooing tone.
"And speaking of good ideas, I happen to have a few myself. Like this."
Abruptly kneeling down, she clutched at Randy's cock and hastily covered his inflamed prickhead with her mouth.
"Oh yeah," he muttered as she lovingly tongued and sucked his juice-bloated pecker into strumming stiffness. "Fuck, you sure know how to suck a guy off! That feels great, Tish. Keep doing it, yeah . . ."
Her parted lips tugged into a smile at his erection, and she began to move her head back and forth on his pulsing shaft to make it even harder. She wanted his cock just right for screwing, and that didn't take long at all to accomplish. Within moments he was groaning, his prick quivering on her tongue in little threatening surges as she tasted the first tang of cum leaking from his pisshole.
It was at that moment that she pulled back, making Randy gasp with disappointment.
"Hey!" he grunted, reaching for her head.
But Tish dodged back laughing and grabbed his slick cock in one hand. "Oh no you don't! You're not getting off that easy! We're going to do it right, in bed. Just you follow, and I'll show you what I mean."
At that point Randy didn't have much choice but to follow as she guided him by his rigid prick to his bedroom.
The instant they arrived, she released his aching pecker and flung herself on the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Now it's your turn. Eat me a little first, just the way I did you. I want to be nice and hot for that big dick of yours."
Randy did as he was told, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed and lowering his head between her open thighs.
Tish's pink slitted pussy seemed to undulate up at him, its soft puckered lips winking and dribbling juice! His tongue shot out, and she purred as her cunt was lapped by the greedy stabbing roughness of her neighbor's probe.
"Ummm, that's it, lick my pussy all over and play with my clit . . . ahh, oh Randy that's right, now stick your tongue up inside me, yessss ..."
Following instructions to the letter, he pushed his worming tongue into her like a prick and began to ream her cunt out in short jabbing motions that quickly had her writhing on the bed, crying out.
"Ooh, it feels just like you're fucking me! Do it more, make me come like that . . . ohhh yesss, I'm creaming so hard Randy, I'm going to-aaahhh!"
She surged up, pushing her cunt to his face and wailing in pure joy as the first climax rippled through her.
This was what Tish had been waiting for. Suddenly her cries rose, and she was pulling Randy up to her.
"Fuck me now!" she demanded in a voice that trembled with need. "Get your cock into me this moment! Now, Randy!"
Grinning slickly, Randy did just that. He scrambled up over her shuddering body as hands eagerly shot out, grasping his prick and guiding it home with absolute certainly.
Tish sobbed happily as his cock slid effortlessly into her, stretching her cuntlips wide around its thick base and gliding back and forth. Within moments both teenagers were thrashing with joyful abandon, slamming together as mutual orgasm built and erupted with unrestrained culmination.
"Uuuuhhhhmmmm!" Tish shrieked in complete rapture as Randy pounded down with a hoarse grunting cry, his cock exploding. Hot floods of cream spurted into her, mingling with her own gushing cunt fluids as they came simultaneously.
"Gunhh!" Randy couldn't stop the groan of sheer pleasure that tore from his throat as she arched wildly up, soaking up every precious drop of his jizz.
Finally, when the last twinge of climax had been wrenched from them, they collapsed in a gasping heap on his bed.
"Ohhh, yeah ..." Tish panted, still twitching. Then she giggled at a new thought. "You know, if your Dad and my Mom get together, we could be brother and sister one of these days. Then I guess we'll have to stop doing this, won't we?"
For an instant Randy stared at her, surprised at the thought. Then he smiled broadly. "Oh, sure. Just as soon as you stop being horny! Man, what a family we'd make!"
Delighted at the prospect of having Tish for a sister and Mrs. Wells for a Mom, he had to laugh.
Tish joined him, her future looking brighter than ever.