Connie Martin had no idea how far things were going to go when she slipped into the passenger side of Paul Bently's Mustang. The nineteen-year-old college freshman smoothed her blonde hair away from her pretty face and used the rear mirror to apply fresh lipstick while she waited for her date to join her. She could still hear the music from the party going at full blast inside the house at the end of the drive. It had been a fun evening, and she hadn't been anxious to leave early, but the Hudd's - the people Connie was boarding with - had given her an eleven o'clock curfew in accordance with her parent's instructions, and it was almost that time now.
Presently Paul came out of the front door, hurried across the lawn and positioned his wiry frame behind the steering wheel. Being a sophomore, he was a year older than Connie, tall and lean with black, wavy hair and a dimpled chin. With the confidence of a stud on the make, he started the engine and backed into the street.
"You want to catch a cup of coffee before I drop you off?" he offered after they had driven along in silence for several moments.
Connie shook her head, letting her shoulder length hair ripple about her shoulders. "I'd love to, but I'm going to be late as it is." She hated saying no to Paul, but the Hudd's had been very exact about her curfew.
"Chaperoned party, leaving when things are just getting interesting and not even willing to go for a quick coffee," the dark-haired youth grumbled. He flipped on the heater, and soon the car was toasty warm. "I'm beginning to wonder why you consented to go out with me in the first place. Maybe there's no chemistry between us."
"That's not true," Connie purred, sliding over to the center of the seat and placing her hand on the thigh of the lanky youth. Paul was vice-president of his class, star of the basketball team and one of the most popular kids on campus. He had been striking up conversations with her on the slightest pretext since the beginning of the term. And though he'd asked before, this was the first time Connie had agreed to go out with him. Her shyness and the newness of her first year away from home made her appear more inhibited then she was. Though inexperienced in the ways of the world, Connie was eager, to do anything she could to please her date.
As the Mustang rounded a corner, Paul let his eyes drop to his inside thigh where he could see the whiteness of Connie's hand in the glimmer of the street lamps. Her warm palm gave promise that the evening wouldn't be a total bust. "Then I take it you like me?"
"You have to ask?" she cooed, moving her hand closer to his crotch. "I know this is a little forward, but I can't believe I'm really here with you. There isn't a girl on campus who wouldn't give her eye teeth to trade places with me."
"But I wanted you," Paul replied in a sedate tone laced with mounting passion. He leveled his gaze on Connie's comely features for a moment, then turned back to the street. The blonde was easily one of the most attractive girls he had ever be held. She had large green eyes, soft creamy skin and full red lips. He suspected even without makeup she was a knockout. And beneath her cloth coat and party frock was a fantastic body: a petite frame with voluptuous breasts and willowy hips. He knew he wasn't the only college student trying to put moves on her, but so far he had succeeded where the others had failed ... and he was hoping to go even further.
Connie squeezed his leg and moved her hand up farther, loving the way his sinewy flesh muscled beneath his slacks. She hadn't meant to imply anything other than friendliness by her gesture. For her, laying her hand near his lap was like latching onto a guy's arm. Her knuckles were all but touching the base of Paul's fly where a steady motion was inflating the length of his zipper. She noticed the shadowy surge but didn't relate to what was causing the disturbance. "That's nice to hear."
"Couldn't you tell how I felt?" he asked as his voice thickened with lust. All evening long he had stayed close to the small blonde, keeping his arm wrapped around her tiny waist and trying to be as entertaining as he could. He had even managed to kiss her twice, once on the neck while they were dancing, and later on the lips when he was helping her on with her coat. "I wasn't sure."
Paul cleared his throat, then decided to go for broke. "Just having you near me like this is giving me a hardon." He humped his pelvis forward, making the protrusion in his pants bump against the back of her wrist.
Connie's face blushed scarlet, but she kept her hand where it was. "Is that how you decide if you like a girl ... if she gives you ... a hardon?"
Keeping his grip on the wheel, Paul answered, "Not every girl I date gets me this excited without doing anything. You don't have to take my word for it. Check out my pecker for yourself."
Still blushing, Connie let her eyes rest on the bugle in the front of Paul's slacks. The thick roll of flesh reached all the way to his waistband and was making his fly quiver. She didn't understand her excitement, but she could almost feel the heat of his hidden ramrod. "I don't think I can do that," she replied in a throaty whisper. There was little or no conviction in her tone.
Paul pretended to be affronted by Connie's reluctance to explore what he had waiting for her in his trousers. "Why not? You think there's something wrong with my cock?"
Connie shook her head and gulped, still keeping her hand pressed into his thigh. She never dreamed that dating Paul Bently would lead to a confrontation like this. "It's just that I've never ... you know ... experimented with anything like that."
Paul's handsome features screwed up into a frown as he shot her a bewildered look. "You mean you're a virgin?"
Connie nodded, almost ashamed that she still had her hymen intact.
"This can't be your first date."
"No, it's not, but I never got past holding hands and a little heavy petting," Connie confessed.
"Weren't you ever curious about what a guy had in his pants? I can't be the first boy you've turned on. You're just too gorgeous to pass up."
Since she didn't know how to handle it, Connie let the compliment pass. "My parents were very strict with me, and I seldom had the chance to be alone with a date."
"So what you're trying to tell me is that you've never even seen a guy naked or his cock and balls out in the open?"
Paul quizzed, pressing the point.
Connie shook her head again.
"Would you like to see mine?"
A wanton thrill shivered down Connie's spine, and she felt something dampening the crotch of her panties. Her mind was in a tizzy, having been brought up to say no to such an invitation but deep inside wanting to relent. She wasn't aware of the car moving along the side streets toward the Hudd's house, the lateness of the hour or anything except that Paul was sitting next to her waiting to reveal his manhood. She tried to answer, but her words got caught in her throat.
"Go ahead," Paul encouraged when he saw the conflict on the little blonde's face. "Just pull my zipper down and take my dick out. It won't bite you."
"You mean, here in the car while we're driving?"
"Sure. Who's going to see?"
Connie knew Paul was right. Even with the street lights streaking by at odd intervals, their features were swaddled in shadows most of the time. With trembling fingers, she found the tab to Paul's zipper and unreeled it. When her hand crept into his open fly, she felt the softness of his underpants and the firm roll of flesh tenting them out. The cum tube on the underbelly of his fat shaft seemed to quicken its pulse at the onset of her touch, and below that meaty fuck pole she could sense the sponginess of his large cum-filled testicles.
"That's nice," Paul murmured as her fingers closed around the girth of his boner through his underpants and moved delicately up in down.
"It's so big and hard!" Connie exclaimed as her hand grew bolder.
"You're making it that way, baby," Paul chuckled. "Now pull it out."
Connie tried to pry Paul's stiff dick out into the open, but the handsome youth was too well hung and too rigid. "I can't," she complained, soundly like a disappointed child. She had lost most of her inhibitions and was dying to witness his throbbing manhood in all of its horny glory. Through the slit in his briefs she felt his bare flesh, and that made her all the more excited.
With one hand Paul undid his belt and opened the snap at the top of his fly. The flaps of his trousers parted, revealing a triangle of snowy white jockies. The mushroom-shaped cap of his knob was peeking above the elastic of his waistband, looking like a fleshy plum with a gapping slit in the center. Hiking his buttocks up from the seat, he instructed the small blond, "Now it should be easy for you. Just pull my pants down with my briefs."
Connie slid her hands beneath Paul's hind end and eased his jockies down along with his slacks. Bit by bit his powerful erection came into view, at least nine inches of prime 'A' fuck meat jutting up from his naked groin while he drove. Soon his trousers and underpants were banded around his knees, and his hairy gonads were resting on the edge of the seat. A dense thatch of black pubes garnished the base of his belly, and there was a pearl of glossy fluid oozing out of his cum hole.
"Do you like my cock?" Paul asked when he realized Connie was unable to take her eyes off of what was sticking up from his lap.
"Oh, my yes," Connie whispered. The inexperienced blonde thought she had never seen anything so perfect in all of her nineteen years. "I didn't know ... it ... would be so large and lovely."
"What would be so large?" Paul goaded as he tugged at the loose folds of skin bagging his big balls and gave his shaft a reassuring stroke. He liked being bareassed with good looking chicks, and Connie's backwardness just revved up his engine all the more.
"Your ... "
"Say cock, Connie," Paul insisted when she hesitated.
"Your ... cock," the little blonde stammered in a yielding tone. She was still staring at Paul's exposed genitals and starting to breathe heavy.
"You know what I'd like to see?"
"What?" Connie asked, hardly aware of her date's masculine voice. All she could think about was the fuck pole pulsing only inches from her fingers.
"Your pussy," Paul replied in a sensual growl. "Pull you skirt up and take your panties off. I want to check out your cute little snatch."
All of Connie's years of careful grooming vanished from her mind as she struggled out of her coat and threw it into the back seat. Since Paul was sharing his privates with her, she felt the least she could do was show him her cunt. Keeping her eyes fixed on his unveiled member, she hiked her full-skirted frock up to her waist and pushed her panty hose down to her ankles. The furry pelt of her golden beaver was shimmering with beads of her own dewiness as she spread her legs so he could see the shadowy lips of her vagina.
Paul let out a small cry when he saw Connie's frenzied response to his suggestion. He had thought the naive blonde would have been indecisive about stripping off her undies on their first date, but Connie was only too willing to get bareassed with him. And what he could see of her snatch was an erotic work of art: a narrow strip of pale, wiry pubes and the weeping slash of her hot pink box. She was as beautiful down there as he had hoped she would be. "Why don't you take your dress off so I can see your titties too," he urged.
Connie couldn't have refused if she wanted to. The wanton urges which trembled through her small body were overwhelming. Her cunt was getting wetter by the second. She unzipped her frock, lifted it up over her head, then unsnapped her bra. As her large breasts jiggled into sight, she doubled over, removed her high heels and slipped her panty hose the rest of the way off. Now she was totally naked, sitting in the front seat next to her half nude date, and completely unembarrassed. The only thing which filled her mind was the intriguing promise of sex. She didn't realize they had passed the Hudd residence ten minutes ago and were heading toward the outskirts of town.
Paul eased his hand between Connie's thighs and stabbed his index finger gently into her cunt. Her little clit was all wet with her juices and just as hard as his cock. He drew his hand to his nose, sniffed, then sucked his finger between his lips.
"Why did you do that?" Connie questioned. She was surprised to see the handsome youth nursing on the finger he had shoved into her snatch. She had thought he was going to play with her nipples after exploring her cunt. She loved having her breasts fondled, even through her clothes, and knew it had to feel ten times better with her naked.
"Because your juicy little pussy tastes delicious," Paul responded, trying to drive and watch the nude blonde at the same time. "I'm told my dick tastes pretty good too. You want to kiss it?"
Connie's face screwed up into a puzzled expression. "You mean put your cock in my mouth?" She couldn't believe he was asking her to do that. She hadn't even touched his pecker since she'd slid his pants down.
"Sure, baby. Eat my meat. I think you're really going to like it."
Because he had his hand between her legs again, spreading her cunt lips apart with his fingers, Connie got up enough courage to touch his member in the raw. While she was stroking the hard shaft up and down, she felt a pressure on the back of her head. Paul was slowly urging her face down to his exposed lap while he steered with the other hand.
She sensed the pungent smell of his masculine musk and the heat of his throbbing member even before her lips grazed the velvety smoothness of his swollen flange. The Mustang pulled onto the shoulder of the road and came to. a halt, but Connie was only vaguely aware that they had stopped. Paul's exploring fingers were working deeper into her snatch, sending her mind into further planes of ecstasy.
Now that both of his hands were free, Paul cupped one of Connie's large breasts while he continued to finger fuck her box. He could feel her supple body responding to each of his caresses, her warm breath panting on his knob. "Go ahead, baby. Don't be afraid. Just put the head in your mouth."
Connie felt her lips part and Paul's large knob work its way between her lips. His flesh tasted hot and funky, and the lube he was leaking out was acridly sweet. She liked the way his tube steak felt pressing against her tongue and filling her mouth to capacity. The little blonde had taken more than just the head into her craw, almost half of the shaft too, and Paul's dick was steadily working its way down her throat.
"That's it, baby; suck my cock," Paul grimaced, trying to ignore the teeth she was giving him while he fingered her twat. Getting blown was one of his favorite things. It was a way of getting his rocks off with a chick without having to worry about any of the consequences. He raised his hips from the seat and shoved more of his stiff dick into the girl's oral cavity.
In no time at all, Connie had the full length of Paul's fuck pole stuffed into her throat and his hairy nuts tickling her chin. She raced her lips up and down the veiny thickness of his shaft, feeling his flange bump against her tonsils as his wiry bush scratched her face. If this was what having sex with a boy was all about, she had no qualms about what she was doing. The flavor and thickness of a hot cock pumping in and out of her mouth was mind blowing. She felt his fingers fucking her cherry cunt and a shattering explosion making her even more sticky between her legs. She wanted Paul to crawl up inside of her and stay there forever.
Suddenly every muscle in the handsome youth's body tensed, and his pumping motions ceased. "I'm going to cum, Connie!" he warned in a hoarse whisper. "I can't hold back! Take my load! Take it down your wonderful throat!"
Before the girl realized what was happening, a deluge of fuck cream filled her mouth. Because there was nothing else she could do, she swallowed as fast as she could, and more juicy ball sap squirted out to replace it. All it took was that first blow job for Connie to realize she loved everything about giving head from the initial taste of a stiff dick to the spurting reward. She kept right on sucking until the last dribble frothed out.
Connie was still nursing on Paul's pecker when the shaft began to wilt and he removed his fingers from her snatch. When his deflating meat slipped from between her lips, she nosed into his oversized testicles and licked each of the hairy orbs. "That was wonderful," she purred, savoring the cummy flavor on her pallet and inhaling the ballsy smell between his legs. His crotch scent was like an aphrodisiac to her novice desires. "What else can we do?"
"I like to eat your pussy," Paul informed her, "and we could fuck, but you know it's past midnight."
Connie's eyes darted to the clock on the dash and alarm spiraled through her lithe frame. "Oh, I'm in for it now. What will I tell the Hudd's?" she whimpered, grabbing for her clothes. Suddenly she felt very naked and very lost.
CHAPTER TWO
Connie hoped to sneak into the house without either of her guardians being any the wiser. But as luck would have it, Alice Hudd was waiting up for the college freshman. After noting the disarray of Connie's attire and the wrinkles in her panty hose, the attractive redheaded woman only asked if the girl had had a good time, then went to bed. But the next morning Brian Hudd quizzed the student at breakfast.
"I hear you broke your curfew." At twenty-five, a year older than his wife, Brian stood six-foot-two, had dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He was of a rugged cut, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and muscular limbs.
"I just forgot to keep track of the time," Connie mumbled, not daring to look the handsome man in the face. Something about Brian exuded sensuality even dressed in his three-piece suit, and since the beginning of the term Connie often found him wandering into her most intimate daydreams.
"Your parents will be disappointed in you if I report this," he admonished. The intonation in his voice implied he knew more than he was letting on. He took a last gulp from his coffee mug and lowered it to the table.
"Do we have to tell them?" Connie asked, still keeping her eyes lowered. After her morning shower, she had brushed her teeth twice and gargled a half a dozen times, but she could still taste the headiness of Paul's hot cock and sweet cum on her breath. Even seven hours later, she was afraid the Hudd's would notice it too. They were both nice people, but she didn't want to consider the consequences if they discovered she had stripped naked last night in the front seat of her date's car and had sucked him off while he finger-fucked her snatch. It seemed bizarre now, but she had fallen asleep with most of her hand tucked into her slippery little quim while she mulled over all of the things Paul and she might have done if she hadn't had to go home. Just the thought of having his big dick stuffed inside her made Connie tingle all over.
"I suppose in lieu of placing a call to them, we could ground you for a few days," Brian offered.
Connie forced herself to meet his gaze as the good looking man stood his ground on the other side of the kitchen table. Her eyes lingered on the noticeable bulge in his trousers for a moment before they reached his face. She had seen Brian reduced to just his pajama bottoms with his sinewy chest fully bared and his unjockied genitals free to shift about beneath the thin cotton. The way the base of his fly was plumped out now was almost as intriguing. She wondered if Brian was as well hung as Paul, then scolded herself for being sidetracked. A call to her parents might mean the end of her college education - not to mention no more dates with the handsome sophomore - and here she was trying to mentally undress her host. "Please, ground me," she implored.
"We'll see," Brian said as his eyes washed over the small blonde's perky frame. He adjusted his tie, gave his wife a quick peck on the cheek, then hurried out the door to his car.
That night the Hudd's had a lodge dinner and dance to attend. When they were both dressed, they came downstairs and loitered around the living room where Connie was busy with her studies. That seemed as odd as the looks they exchanged. Presently the doorbell rang, and Alice went to answer it. When she came back, a pretty girl about Connie's age and stature was with her.
"This is Brenda Alameter. Connie Martin. Brenda is going to be staying with you while we are out for the evening, Connie," Alice explained with a nod in her husband's direction.
It took a few moments for what Alice was saying to register with the petite blonde. When the full impact hit, her cheeks burned with shame. "You got me a babysitter?" She gasped. She couldn't believe the Hudd's had done such a thing. The saucy brunette with her short cropped hair and oval face was at best a year older than Connie was.
"I have no idea what you were doing out past midnight," Brian said as he helped his wife on with her coat, "but I know from speaking to the chaperons that you left the party last night in plenty of time to be home at eleven. Alice says you weren't exactly presentable when you came in. You agreed to being grounded as opposed to my calling your parents. Since we had already accepted an invitation for this evening, and considering your disrespect for your parents' wishes, it seemed our only alternative was to hire a babysitter. If you're going to act like a child, you should be treated like one. If you would rather Brenda go home, I'll make that call."
With tears welling in her eyes, Connie avoided Brenda's stare as she lowered her chin to her chest. "No," she mumbled. At the moment she was hating both of the Hudd's - Alice for snitching to Brian and Brian for the humiliation he was putting her through. But anything was better than suffering the scorn of her folks; she knew they would ferret out what she had done with Paul in his Mustang last night.
"Then it's settled," Brian said, ushering Alice out through the front entrance. "We should be back around two. Brenda, make yourself at home. Connie can take phone calls, but she's not to go out."
As soon as the door shut, Brenda dropped her books onto the coffee table. With a flourish she discarded her blazer and stretched her willowy frame out on the sofa. Her every motion seemed calculated to flaunt her small but buxom figure. "Well, at least they didn't tell me to put you in your jammies at nine," the dark-haired girl snickered, attempting to break the ice between them.
Connie's face colored all the more.
"It's just a joke, honey," Brenda sang out with a shrug of her shoulders. "Believe me, this beats having to watch a couple spoiled brats. What'd you do to deserve this kind of treatment?"
While Brenda opened one of her texts and chewed on the point of her pencil, Connie held her own book up in front of her face in an effort to hide behind the pages. She was still too embarrassed to meet her babysitter's cheerful smile. In a self-conscious voice she answered, "I broke my curfew last night."
"I gathered that much," Brenda said as she extended her shapely legs across the coffee table and hiked her skirt up to her thighs. She was wearing a pair of pumps and net stockings. When Connie peered around the corner of her book, it looked like the brunette also had on a garter belt. The younger girl could see all the way up to where the shiny fabric of Brenda's pink panties were shimmering in the shadows, and there were two dark straps snapped to the tops of her hose. "I want to know what you did after you left that party. That's what Mr. and Mrs. Hudd are really grounding you for, you know."
"I was out with Paul Bently," Connie replied after she realized the other college student wasn't making fun of her.
"That gorgeous hunk!" Brenda chimed, still holding her book in her lap and lowering her pencil between the cover so the eraser end was rubbing against one of her thighs. "A night out with that stud is worth going through all of this for. I know, I dated him last semester."
"You did?" Connie responded, feeling more at ease with her babysitter now that she knew they both had going out with Paul in common. She watched as the pencil worked its way beneath Brenda's hem like an exploring digit, feeling her stomach going a little queasy. There was something about looking up under Brenda's skirt which was making her all hot and bothered.
"Only once, but that was enough to find out what a fantastic muff diver the star of our basketball team really is. What his tongue can't do with a pussy isn't worth talking about. He made me cum so many times I lost count." Brenda's skirt crept farther up her legs until the flesh above her stockings was totally exposed while the eraser end of her pencil moved up and down the crotch strip of her undies. Before long, the small furrow of her cunt was outlined beneath the damp fabric of her panties, and the wiry curls of her dark beaver fringed the edges. She seemed as nonchalant about her masturbatory actions as she was about her choice of words. "Did Paul insist on getting some hair pie from you too?"
Connie shook her head, not able to take her eyes off of what Brenda was forcing her pencil to do. The eraser end was poking more and more of Brenda's panties into her snatch, and the pinkish red lips of her cunt were peeking beyond her leg bands looking soft and delicious and inviting. The blonde had never thought of another girl's cunt as something sexy to watch - except for last night she had seldom paid much attention to her own - but the way her babysitter was playing with her box was really getting through to Connie. She could feel her own pussy oozing lube as she watched Brenda's snatch suck in the rest of her undies.
"He didn't lick your cunt?" Brenda quizzed, her eyes widening as if she couldn't image Paul passing up a chance to tongue Connie's beaver. "Didn't you want him to go down on you?" The eraser end of the pencil slipped past her gathered panties and stabbed deep into the silky interior of her vagina. Soon an expression of satisfaction was all too evident on Brenda's face.
"I guess we didn't have time," Connie explained. Brenda was moving the pencil quickly in and out now, but more than half of it was buried in her box. Whatever reserve the small blonde had harbored had already melted away. Before she realized it she was confiding everything to her new found friend. "I got naked in his car while he was driving with his pants and under shorts shoved down around his knees. I sucked his cock and he fingered my quim, but I had to go home before we could try anything else. I never did anything like that with a boy before, and I think he was being extra cautious with me."
"You're a cherry?"
Connie nodded, feeling just as embarrassed about her virginity as when she'd admitted the same thing to Paul. "I never saw a boy's cock until Paul had me pull his pants down last night. It was so big and hard, and his balls were all fleshy and covered with hair."
"And he got you to put his dick in your mouth knowing you'd never messed around with a guy before? There are a lot of first timers who'd really balk at such a suggestion."
Connie nodded again and broke into a self-conscious grin. "He asked me to kiss his dick, and since that was what I wanted to do, I did. I don't know if I should tell you this, but I let him shoot his goo down my throat too. When he said he was cumming, there didn't seem to be anything else I could do. I licked his cock and balls and everything. It was really exciting."
Leaving the pencil shoved halfway up her cunt, Brenda reached beneath her skirt and tugged her panties off. Then she spread her legs wide and fingered her clit while she masturbated with the pencil in front of the younger student. Because Connie was gawking at her, Brenda was getting all the more turned on. "Have you ever tried fooling around with another girl's cunt?"
The blonde shook her head from side to side, and her face turned crimson. She didn't know girls could have sex together, but the suggestion was having its own earthy effect.
"It's almost as nice as having sex with a boy," Brenda murmured in a provocative whisper. While Connie continued to watch, the babysitter unhooked her skirt and kicked it off. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. Raising her legs to the coffee table again and spreading her knees wide, she sat across from Connie in just her black bra, garter belt and stockings. "Why don't you take your skirt off and show me your cunt, Connie?" the petite brunette suggested as she returned to fucking her pencil in and out of her snatch. "We can have as much fun as you and Paul did."
The blonde eyed the way Brenda's hungry pussy was sucking up to the pencil, then stood to her feet. She wasn't sure what her babysitter had in mind, but it was more appealing than having to play with herself. After her loafers and socks came off, her skirt sank to the floor, then her blouse followed suit. Hooking her thumbs into her waistband, she pushed her lube-soaked underpants down to her ankles and stepped out of them. The moment her golden bush fanned out in the open, she felt as liberated as she had last night when she was naked in the front seat of Paul's car.
Brenda's wanton approval of the other girl's body consumed her pretty features in a hot flush. "Spread your legs, honey," she instructed in a lusty growl.
Standing next to the brunette in nothing but her bra and feeling hornier than she ever had, Connie put one foot on the couch and felt the soft lips of her cunt squish apart. She had to admit that she enjoyed being almost naked with the other nearly nude girl. Her pussy was already as wet with the rich overflow of her juices as Brenda's snatch was.
The babysitter pried the pencil out of her own vagina and slipped it into Connie's box. Because the pencil was slender and already oiled up with the babysitter's fuck lube, it went in without a hitch. Slowly Brenda moved it back and forth while she watched the glow of sexual pleasure steal across the blonde's cheeks. "You've got the prettiest little pussy," she replied. "I can't believe Paul didn't try to eat you out. Do you mind if I suck your cunt?"
Not knowing what else to do, Connie shrugged her shoulders. She couldn't believe her new-found friend was really going to go down on her.
Brenda removed the pencil, then leaned into the junction of Connie's legs until her oval face was level with the standing girl's beaver. Her breath stirred around Connie's cunt hairs while she nosed into the tempting crack. Presently her tongue lashed out and licked along the perimeter of the vertical lips, then she closed her mouth over the tiny bud of Connie's hardon clit.
"Oh wow! What you're doing with your mouth is lovely!" Connie swooned as she felt the other girl nursing on her clit while Brenda's fingers spread her small organ apart and stabbed inside. The freshman could feel a series of little firecrackers going off inside her stomach, and her limbs had broken out in goose-flesh. With her hands braced on her hips, she humped her pelvis into the brunette's face, feeding her cherry pussy to the aroused cunt sucker with the zeal of an avid hedonist.
After she had the younger girl squirming her bare ass all over the place and on her way to her second shattering orgasm, Brenda pulled her beaming face out from between Connie's legs. Her checks and chin shimmered with the freshman's overflow of fuck juices. "Did you like the way I ate out your pussy?"
"Oh my yes!" Connie moaned, wondering why Brenda had stopped. She had never experienced anything so delightful in her life. Her whole body, from the tip of her toes to the hardon nipples poking through her bra cups tingled with the lust the brunette had inspired.
"Sucking on a juicy cunt is as much fun as having it done," Brenda confided with no show of embarrassment. She kicked off her pumps and placed her feet on the coffee table so her creamy thighs were spread far apart and her knees were stabbing into the air. The contrast of her black hose, garter belt and bra against her ivory hue of her skin made her look all the more naked. "You want to try licking my snatch?"
Muff diving wasn't quite the same thing as cocksucking, but Connie was so stimulated she was willing to do anything to please Brenda. And the babysitter's beaver was all hairy and soggy and daring her to comply.
Connie slipped out of her bra, sank to her knees and squirmed her nude body up between Brenda's outstretched legs. Directly in front of her face was the other girl's attractive quim. The wiry pelt surrounding the delicate slit was already saturated with Brenda's copious discharge, and the quivering lips had blushed a rosy shade of scarlet. The olfactory effect was as enticing as the sight of the splayed box. Connie was quick to deduce that cunt didn't smell like cock, but it had an alluring scent of its own as potent as what Paul had dangling between his legs.
"Just stick your tongue out and taste my clit," Brenda instructed, holding the slippery petals of her pussy open with her fingers. She could tell that the other girl wanted to eat her out but needed a bit of encouragement. "It's like nothing you've ever tasted before."
Connie leaned forward, let the tip of her tongue wiggle between her lips and licked the underbelly of the rosebud organ. Her nose was all but buried in Brenda's wiry bush. The salty flavor which greeted her pallet was as divine as the smell, heady and succulent like an over ripe berry. Seconds later she was clamping her mouth over the small protrusion and stabbing her tongue deep into the brunette's fuck hole. She had to admit, Brenda was right. It was like nothing she had ever tasted before.
The two bareassed girls were so involved in Connie's first cunt suck, neither heard the front door open nor saw Brian approach the couch. By the time they sensed his presence, it was too late.
"Well, now isn't this a fucking pretty sight," he slurred, watching as the little blonde forced more of her face into the babysitter's crotch.
At the sound of Brian's voice, Connie tried to yank her head out from between Brenda's legs, but the brunette tensed up and clamped her thighs around the younger girl's neck. Connie was trapped between Brenda's pussy and knees. The only thing she could do was stare up into the grinning face of the man who held her destiny in his hands.
CHAPTER THREE
When neither of the startled young women answered, Brian fixed them with an amused smirk. "Is this how an attentive babysitter earns her money - by sitting on the baby's face?"
The two embarrassed girls continued to stare wordlessly at the intruder. Connie's chin and cheeks were smeared with pussy lube, and Brenda's expression was a mixture of bliss and abashment.
As shocked as he was to find his innocent-looking house guest eating out the other girl's cunt, the handsome twenty-five-year-old couldn't deny that walking in on the naked blonde and the pretty brunette almost as naked was a real turn on. It was the kind of thing he had fanaticized about doing. Brian had had just enough to drink so any anger which might have registered was lost to the sensuality of the situation. He felt a churning deep in his testicles which was starting to coax his fuck meat into a boner. Though not hard yet, he could already sense the strain of his jockies pressing into his groin.
Brenda blushed as crimson as Connie had earlier and unscissored her attractive legs from around the little blonde's neck. She brought her thighs together and dropped her hands to her crotch, trying to regain her composure and at the same time shielding her box. Her better instincts told her that the situation wasn't as dire as it appeared to be. Mr. Hudd not only seemed to be taking their nudity and oral antics in stride, but if she wasn't mistaken that healthy bulge at the base of his zipper was burgeoning larger by the second.
As soon as she was freed, Connie dashed around the coffee table and grabbed her panties and bra. She was terrified of the consequences of Brian having seen her going down on Brenda and wanted nothing more than to scramble into her clothes and flee to the safety of her room.
But her escape was not to be. Brian had other ideas in mind.
"No you don't," he reprimanded in a teasing tone as he snatched Connie's undergarments from her hand before she had a chance to squirm into them. "I didn't know little Miss Prim-and-Proper went in for flaunting her tits and ass. If you like being naked, you might as well strut your stuff in front of me. Or don't you like boys as well as you like girls?"
"I'm never done anything like this before; honest, Brian," Connie whined, holding one arm across her bare beasts to hide the upper half of her nude torso and using her free hand to conceal her pussy. She had never felt so naked and defenseless in her life.
"Done anything like what?" Brian taunted as he raised Connie's underpants to his nose and inhaled the tangy scent in the dampened crotch. "Suck pussy? Run around buck naked?"
"Neither," Connie answered, feeling tears welling in her lids.
"Neither what?" Brian continued, egging the blonde on. He took another sniff of her alluring cunt odor, then dropped her undergarments to the carpet.
When she realized Brian wasn't going to let up until she said what he wanted to hear, Connie replied, "Suck pussy or run around naked."
"What about last night?" Brian quizzed as his lusty leer devoured her naked frame. The curve of her firm, young breasts showed above and below her arm, and he could see pussy juices dribbling down the insides of her smooth thighs. "What were you sucking then that made you two hours late getting home? It couldn't have been pussy."
"No," Connie responded with her head held down and her eyes lowered. She saw the points of her nipples sticking straight out above her arm and felt the liquid fire in her cunt begging to be quenched again. The interrogation Brian was putting her through wasn't helping any. It was just making her all the hotter.
"What then? What did you do for your young man?"
"I sucked his cock," Connie confessed without daring to look Brian in the face. If it had been possible, she would have melted into the floor from shame.
"A cocksucker one night and a cunt-lapper the next. Our little freshman really seems to know the ropes." Brian had slipped out of his suit coat and unknotted his tie.
"That's not true," Connie replied, shaking her head from side to side. "Last night was my first time naked with a boy, and this is the first time I ever tried anything with a girl. I'm so ashamed. You can believe what you want, but I've never fooled around naked like this with anyone before. This is all so new to me, and now you have to walk in on us."
The grin on Brian's face faltered as his expression screwed into a frown. It took a couple moments before what Connie was confessing to register. "You mean this is the only sex you've ever had? You're a virgin?"
Connie nodded and snuck a peek at Brenda who was still seated on the couch watching the two of them. The brunette looked like a perfect lady sans her clothes, even with the frothy drool of fuck lube which was drenching her bush. Connie couldn't understand how Brenda could be almost naked and so composed; but then, Brenda didn't have to worry about the Hudd's exposing her to her family. "I know it doesn't look good for me, but that's the truth."
Brian's wide-eyed stare whirled toward the sexy-looking babysitter. "I suppose you're a virgin too?"
Brenda wasn't about to let an accusation like that go unchecked. She spread her knees wide, wet her index finger with saliva and dug between the dewy petals of her just-sucked cunt. "Does this look like virgin territory?" She knifed her finger deep into her snatch, then spread the lips apart so Brian had a good shot of her splayed beaver. The interior was shiny red, and her delectable clit was as swollen as before.
Brian shook his head and beamed as he gawked at the babysitter's beautiful little box. The handsome male was salivating so much, he was drooling at the mouth. "Maybe you and I should show Connie how a cock and cunt go together," he proposed in a suggestive whisper as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. "She came here for an education, and I don't think we have the right to deny her the chance to watch two people fuck." By now his ramrod was at full staff, tenting out the front of his slacks as if he were trying to hide a salami in his shorts.
"What if your wife happens to walk in while we're fucking?" Brenda asked, eyeing the sizeable tube steak bulging out the man's groin and wetting her lips with her tongue. A hot cock revved up her motor just as much as a juicy snatch, and by the ample mound in Brian's slacks she knew he had more than enough dick to satisfy her.
"Alice is being initiated as an officer at the lodge tonight. She won't be home till much later." Brian wriggled out of his shirt and yanked his socks off. His sturdy torso was coated in a sheen of clean sweat. His fingers moved to his zipper and caught the tab. "I had one too many drinks before dinner, so she sent me home before I made an ass out of myself in front of her friends. We've got time to screw before she'll show up. You want me to fuck your cunt?" With his own engine revved up and his pecker as rigid as glass the handsome man was almost pleading with the babysitter by the time he finished speaking. He couldn't take his eyes off the inviting slash between the brunette's spread legs.
In response, Brenda unsnapped her bra and kicked off her pumps. Her large tits jiggled about as she settled back on the couch with her head resting on the arm; then she widened the spread of her thighs. In her garter belt and stockings the twenty-year-old was a portrait of lust, the lacy garments making her look even more appealing than if she had been fully unclothed. "Do I ever. Your cock is exactly what my pussy needs after Connie's tongue. But if this is going to be a training exercise, I think you should let her get you ready."
Connie couldn't believe her host and her babysitter were discussing blatant plans for her sexual awakening. But it wasn't doing anything to douse the passion she felt zinging through her inexperienced body. If anything, their decision to fuck in front of her was making her all the more excited. She had daydreamed about seeing Brian's pecker at full staff so often since coming to live with the Hudd's, and now she was not only going to get that chance but also to see it in action. It was then that she glanced at the zipper being lowered and realized that Brian was as turned on as they were.
"What do you say, Connie?" Brian asked, grinning at the naked blonde standing next to him. "Do you want to get me ready?" He let his slacks settle down around his ankles and stepped out of them. All he was wearing now was his briefs, a pair of pale blue bikinis just large enough to camouflage his throbbing pecker. He let his eyes drop to the tip of his erection where a glop of precum was soaking through the cotton weave just beneath the elastic. "Though I doubt that it's going to take much more than a lick or two. Seeing both of your cunts is really getting through to me. This will be the first time I've ever screwed with anyone but Alice since we got married."
"I guess so," Connie answered, trying not to sound too eager. But inside she was ready to pounce on the good looking man and strip him naked.
"Then take my underpants off for me," Brian ordered. "Get my dick out in the open like your pussies."
The little blonde squatted down in front of the twenty-five-year-old and let her fingers creep into his waistband. She couldn't believe this was really happening, but now she was as delighted to be bareassed with Brian as she had been embarrassed minutes earlier. She savored every second of the unveiling. Slowly she lowered his skimpy briefs, revealing the helmeted head of his cock first, then the thick shaft and finally his low-swinging balls. Brian was hung almost as well as Paul, and his nuts were even bigger - though the man had a lot more wiry pubes down there than the basketball star. His groin smelled as good too, all heady and secret and hot.
"Kiss my dick for me," Brian urged, hardly daring to believe that their innocent-acting house guest was about to eat his meat. "Let me feel your sweet lips on my big pecker."
Connie didn't need anymore encouragement than that. She closed her mouth over the bulbous head and let the stiff member stab to the back of her pallet. Seconds later, she had Brian's big prick lodged deep in her throat. The fat shaft stuffed her oral cavity to capacity and pulsed against her tongue. Her chin crushed into his puffy scrotum, and her fingernails dug into his bare ass. Brian's fuck meat tasted different than Paul's prick, but just as good. She was glad he had come home early.
"Wow, can you suck cock, Connie!" Brian growled with a chuckle as he stabbed his dick in and out of the small blonde's throat. "If this is only the second time you've been face-fucked, you must be a natural. Alice should take lessons from you."
Connie tried to thank Brian for the compliment but her mouth was too chocked full of his stiff dick to manage more than a mumble. She gave up her effort to answer and let her lips sink all the way to his hairy cock base again. She was beginning to realize that giving good head required practice. Blowing Brian was going even smoother than when she had sucked Paul off last night. She imagined by the time she sucked her third or fourth dick she would be really proficient - and she was looking forward to being proficient.
"You better not give me anymore of your throat or I'm going to shoot my wad before I get a chance to stick my dick into Brenda's pussy," Brian warned as he forced himself to back away from the young blonde's face. "Your mouth is too fucking much!"
Reluctantly Connie allowed Brian to unplug his pecker from her mouth but couldn't resist diving between his legs to take a lick at his swinging gonads. Those oversized sex orbs were too large to get into her craw together; so, following him on her knees, she sucked first one and then the other while Brian strutted bareassed to the couch.
When Connie finally moved to one side, Brian knelt on the couch between Brenda's legs. He braced his hands on either side of the brunette's head and leveled his aroused groin above the babysitter's beaver. His throbbing cock was parallel to the reclining girl's pussy.
Brenda wrapped her arms around Brian's neck and brought his face down to her large breasts. "I love to have my titties sucked," she purred, steering the man's mouth to one of her erect nipples.
Just before his lips closed over the little brown hardon, Brian said, "Connie, grab my cock and stuff it into Brenda's cunt. If you want to lick the shaft while it's going in, that'll help lubricate both of us." While he was instructing the novice, the brunette raised her legs and wrapped them around the man's waist.
Connie rested her cheek on the cushion with her head framed by Brian's muscular legs and the babysitter's lovely hind end. His balls were swaying just above her forehead when she levered his pecker back and poked the helmeted crown into Brenda's slippery snatch. She doubted either of them needed lubrication, but she couldn't resist tonguing the disappearing shaft as it sank deep inside.
The little blonde was getting the best of both worlds as she nursed first on the boated cum tube on the underbelly of Brian's ramrod, then the suctioning fuck hole it was stabbing in and out of. The mingled flavors of those two hot organs coupled together was spicier than anything she had tasted up till then. It was a cock-cunt trip she would never forget. The more the pair of experienced adults fucked and the more she sucked, the more Connie wanted to feel what it would be like to have a stiff dick rammed up inside of her own snatch. She had never been so turned on in her life. When she couldn't take it anymore, she climbed between them, laying on top of Brenda with her own soggy beaver spread over Brian's pistoning pecker.
"Fuck me too," she pleaded as she thrust her pelvis against the tautness of the handsome male's bare abdomen. "I want to feel your big cock sliding up inside of my hot box." There was no shame in her voice, only lust.
Keeping himself braced on one arm, Brian pulled his dick out of Brenda's pussy and aimed the shiny flange at the blonde's small quim. "I'm just going to put the head inside," he cautioned, not sure her organ was large enough for even that. "Since you've still got your cherry, your first fuck has to be taken real slow; and we need time to do it right. If I go too far, you let me know and I'll stop, okay?"
Connie, panting with passion, nodded and let her lids flutter shut as she felt the meatus of Brian's ramrod pry between the downy soft lips of her virginal box. She circled her legs around the man's waist above Brenda's thighs. That first electric shock of his large cock trying to gain entrance into her little quim was like an explosive slice of paradise. She could feel her desires going off inside her tummy like a series of miniature depth charges.
Brian's pecker hadn't gone in more than an inch or two when suddenly he halted his fuck stroke. They both felt it, that elastic membrane refusing further penetration. There was just enough pain with his initial jab to bring Connie out of her reverie.
"That's all of my dick you get tonight, sweetheart" Brian murmured. With one mind-blowing motion, he pulled out and stabbed full-length back into the brunette's box which was waiting hungrily beneath Connie's cunt. "I'm too close to cumming to slow down."-
With the little blonde's nude frame crushed between their naked bodies, Brian snapped his hips back and forth like a jack hammer operator out of control. He was fucking the young woman's pussy for all he was worth. It wasn't many moments later before his tremendous eruption shot off inside of Brenda's snatch. Brian's climax was a long shattering cum that shook the whole couch. Connie knew just by the feel of the babysitter's frame quaking beneath her butt that Brenda had orgasmed too.
When Brian pulled out and stood up, Connie leaned forward, intending to eat the fresh spunk out of Brenda's just fucked snatch. That's when they heard the cab pull up in front of the house.
Three people had never moved so fast in their life. Without a word, the man and the two girls scrambled back into their clothes, ignoring the mess they were making of their undergarments.
CHAPTER FOUR
Connie held the mouthpiece of the phone close to her lips while she watched the doorway of the living room to make sure no one walked in on her. Alice was clearing the dinner dishes in the kitchen. Connie could hear the plates being scraped as she nested them in the dishwasher. Brian had gone upstairs to take a shower. It was the third time Paul had called since their date - the second time this evening - and just the sound of his voice was making her little quim all soggy and hot.
"How long are they going to keep you grounded?" The basketball player's masculine voice breathed through the ear piece. His tone sounded as fetching and handsome as he looked in person.
"I don't know," she answered softly. "They said a few days, but it's been almost a week now." She was sitting on the couch with her supple legs folded beneath her shapely buttocks and her free hand resting in her lap. She could feel her nipples hardening and poking at the restriction of her flimsy bra. The inner regions of her little cunt was already dewy - the way it got whenever she thought about boys lately and the secret treasures they had hidden behind their zippers. But Paul could wet her pussy just with a crisp "Hello."
"I've got to see you," Paul implored in a desperate tone. He sounded close to despondent, as if she were the last female on the planet and he could hear her, but he couldn't get to her. "My cock goes rock hard every time I think about how beautiful you looked buck naked in my car the night you sucked me off -your lovely big tits, your sweet little pussy, your delightful ass." Because he was also whispering Connie knew Paul wasn't at liberty to confide everything he was thinking. But what he had disclosed was more than enough.
"Is it hard now?" Connie asked. She felt something moist and sticky discharge into her panties and worked her hand up under her skirt. She was aware of the swelling of her clit even before her fingers came into contact with her crotch. She didn't want to get caught playing with her twat if either Alice or Brian decided to barge into the living room, but she just couldn't keep her hands away from her quim. Her whole insides ached with the longing she felt.
"Oh, shit yes!" Paul breathed into the ear piece. "It feels like my zipper's going to burst under the pressure of my boner. My dick wants you as much as I do. Sometimes I think the little head has more sense than the big head."
She imagined Paul sitting in his dorm room with a hardon, just waiting for the feel of her hand or the touch of her lips. The thought that it was her turning the handsome basketball star on made her all the hotter. "I'm sure there are other girls on campus who would be more than willing to take care of your hardon for you," she said, baiting him for a pledge. She knew Brenda was one of many co-eds who would jump at the chance to suck and fuck with Paul.
"But it's your lips I want to feel licking my cock and balls and your pussy I want to eat out," he insisted. "Any guy can get laid. There's more than enough free snatch floating around campus. But I want you, Connie. Oh, fuck, how I want you!"
Her body glowed all over at the sound of his words, and it took her a moment to find her voice again. "Where are you now?"
"Sitting at my desk."
"Are you alone?"
"My roommate just stepped out before I called you back, but I don't know how soon he'll return."
Connie rubbed her fingers over the silky texture of her panties and felt her cunt lips responding beneath. She nuzzled the receiver even closer to her mouth. "Take your cock out and play with it while we talk."
There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the line before Paul spoke again. "I can't do that," he objected. "What if Chuck comes back."
"You're sitting at your desk, so even if someone walks into the room they won't know what you're doing. I'm fingering my pussy through my panties and pretending it's you. You can do the same. Pretend I'm the one unzipping you and hauling your cock and balls out," she suggested in a raspy voice.
There was another lengthy pause, and the sound of a zipper unreeling. Presently Paul's voice came back over the line. "I held the phone to my lap so you could hear my fly unzipping."
"Is your beautiful dick out in the open?" she questioned, trying to imagine the look and feel of his handsome ramrod the way it had been that night.
"All big and hard and gooey with pre-cum," he chuckled wantonly. "The knob is brushing against the bottom of my drawer. I haven't had to play with myself since I graduated from high school. This is really different."
By now Connie could visualize Paul sitting at his desk with his fly open and his large handsome pecker jutting up from his lap. She could see his tall, lanky body, his wavy black hair and the confidence with which he moved. She recalled the plum-shaped cap of his flange, the nine smooth inches of his powerful shaft and the slight curve of his erection which bent the head toward his corded abdomen. "Are your balls hanging out too?"
"No."
"If I was playing with your dick, I'd have your balls out of your pants too," she insisted.
There was another rustling motion before the phone came back to Paul's mouth. "I shoved my slacks and underpants down to my knees. I'm sitting here bareassed now the way I was in my Mustang that night. Only instead of having your mouth on my cock, I'm using my hand to stroke my shaft up and down. I just hope Chuck doesn't hurry back."
"I can almost see you," Connie replied, imagining the way Paul's testicles were bouncing around as he slowly beat his meat for her.
"Are you the same way you were that night?" Paul wanted to know.
"You mean naked?"
"Yeah, with your lovely titties exposed and your golden beaver wetted down with your own pussy juices."
"I can't get naked. I'm sitting in the living room. Alice is in the kitchen, and Brian's upstairs taking a shower," Connie explained. "I do have my legs curled up and my hand under my skirt. My pussy's all juicy just from talking to you, but I don't dare take my clothes off."
"You could take off your panties," Paul suggested in a labored tone. "I know I'd get you out of your panties if I was there with you even if Mr. and Mrs. Hudd were around. Your pussy is too pretty to keep hidden for long."
Connie decided that removing her panties was the least she could do since Paul had gotten bareassed for her. She wiggled out of her undies and stuffed them beneath one of the cushions. It felt sexy to be sitting there fully dressed with nothing on underneath her skirt. Her vagina had room to breathe now, and her fuck lube was free to dribble down the insides of her legs. Forcing her free hand back between her the twin pillows of her thighs, she raised the receiver to her lips again. "My panties are off," she informed him. "My pussy's out in the open, just the way you wanted it."
"Are you playing with your cunt?"
"Yes," she purred.
"Where are your fingers?"
"Two of them are snugged into my hole," she responded without any show of embarrassment. She gave her fingers a corkscrew turn and felt the way her thumb spread the slippery lips of her snatch apart. It seemed lately whenever she touched herself down there she was already lubricated with her natural fuck oils. She had never noticed how wet her quim got before coming to college, but then she had rarely investigated that part of her body at home. Since Brian had inserted his cockhead in her cunt the night he fucked the babysitter in front of her, Connie had spent a lot of time trying to duplicate that wonderful sensation manually.
"If I were there I'd be between your legs kissing your clit," Paul told her. "I'd have my tongue where your fingers are as well as my nose."
"I can't suck my own clit," she said, forcing a laugh at the thought of trying to contort her body into a position that would accommodate such an endeavor.
"But you can juice your fingers up with your spit and simulate the same sensation," he informed her.
Connie wormed her fingers out of her squishy cunt and raised them to her mouth. Her pussy juices tasted much the same as Brenda's had, hot and sweet and slightly salty. When she pried the petals of her box apart and massaged her swollen clit, a wanton groan escaped her throat. The exhilaration which trembled through her willowy frame was almost as good as when Brenda had been going down on her.
When Paul heard Connie groan, he said, "Just imagine that's my mouth and tongue instead of your fingers stimulating your cunt while you suck my cock. I'm getting you all hot and ready to take my dick up your snatch."
"I loved sucking your cock," she told him as she wiggled around on the couch and tried to keep the phone to her ear at the same time. "I could eat your meat and lick your balls any time."
"If I were there with you now, while I ate out your snatch and licked your bush I'd be using my fingers to tear your cherry. That'd make it more pleasant for both of us when we finally get to screw. I want to fuck you so bad, Connie. I want to feel our naked bodies glued together with sweat, my dick shoving into your box, my balls cushioned against your thighs and your legs wrapped around my ass."
"Should I break my cherry for you?" the blonde asked, letting her fingers steal back into the pliable interior of her small fuck hole. She had never considered deliberately rupturing her hymen before. According to her parents, her virginity was something she should cherish until her wedding night, a part of her that was to be as guarded as the most prized possession in the world. But now she could only remember how fantastic Brian's cock had felt when the bloated knob was parting her sex lips -a fraction of an inch before he'd reached that sturdy membrane. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a rigid ramrod thrust all the way inside her, to feel the assault on the deepest part of her never-fucked cunt and the flood of manseed when they both came together.
"You could if you want," Paul breathed into the mouthpiece. "Can you feel it with your fingers?"
When Connie was into the second knuckle, she the pads of her fingers stroked against a tough obstruction. "Yes, I think I can."
"Just give it a real hard poke." Paul's voice was getting huskier with every word he spoke. Connie could almost see him beating his meat at full speed, his fist racing up and down his thick shaft while his balls jiggled about in front of the edge of the chair.
The girl thrust as hard as she could but the tissue guarding the depths of her vagina held fast. There was a small twinge of pain, but the sensations she was rousing in her cunt counteracted most of her discomfort. The more she rammed her fingers into her slick snatch in an effort to break her hymen, the more explosive the shuddering was throughout the rest of her body.
She had almost forgotten about Paul on the other end of the line when she heard him utter, "Oh, shit!"
"What's wrong?"
There was nothing but heavy breathing for several seconds, then his voice responded. He sounded guilty and sheepish. "I just came all over myself," he admitted in a forced chuckle. "I haven't done this since I graduated from high school. I was so wrapped up in imagining how sexy you must look with your fingers shoving in and out of your beaver I forgot how close I was to cracking nut. I haven't done a hand job in so long, I forgot how fast it can get the better of you. One minute I was fisting my dork, and the next I was shooting my wad. What a fucking mess. I've got cum all over the bottom of my desk, my legs and my slacks."
"I just came too," Connie confirmed in a lust whisper, feeling the lingering rewards of her masturbation reverberating throughout her limbs. It was as if every cell in her frame was suddenly ignited and all of her attention was focused on the slash between her legs. She didn't want it to be over this quickly, now that she was primed for some good hot sex. She needed Paul's cock even more than before.
"Did you manage to bust your cherry?" Paul's tone still sounded odd, almost distant.
"I don't think so," Connie replied, savoring the tingling aftermath of her climax. Knowing the basketball star had pumped out a hot creamy load just thinking about her made the little blonde all the warmer inside. She only wished she was there with him to lick up his fuck juice and bring him around to another cummy eruption.
"You keep trying, okay?"
"Okay."
"I think I hear Chuck talking to someone outside the door. I've got to hang up and get this mess cleaned up before he gets in here and catches me whacking off. If the guys heard about this, I'd never live it down. They think I've outgrown beating my meat. Guess stranger things have happened. Bye." The line went dead.
Connie had just dropped the receiver into its cradle and pulled her hand out from beneath her skirt when Alice appeared at the doorway. The shower had stopped, but Brian hadn't come back downstairs. The girl smoothed the folds of her skirt into place, but she was sure her hostess had caught a glimpse of her bared box before she did.
"I think Brian and I are going to retire early this evening. Will you be okay down here by yourself?"
Connie knew just by the glow on the pretty redhead's face that she and her husband were going to fuck and that Alice was making certain their teenaged house guest wouldn't be bursting in on them at an awkward moment. The blonde envied the attractive woman and wished it was her own ravenous cunt which was going to take Brian's beautiful cock up inside.
"Yes," Connie replied. "I've got a couple more hours of studying to do before I call it a night."
"Okay, see you in the morning." With that Alice rushed upstairs.
CHAPTER FIVE
Brian lay on his side with his lower body spooned against the fleshy backside of Alice's bare ass. They had sixty-nined and fucked twice, but still he didn't feel sated. His stiff dick was lodged between his wife's creamy thighs, ready to enter her soggy pussy from behind for the third time, but the redheaded woman had dozed off. Their sex was still good and Brian should have felt fulfilled, but the thought of what he'd done the night he'd come home and found Connie eating out the babysitter's beaver made his desires roam in other directions.
Every time he saw Connie it was like a full-fledged cock tease. He imagined her pretty mouth on his dick again, taking his thick shaft all the way down to the short hairs, remembered the way her full young breasts had swelled out with her nipples as hard as twin erasers and summoned up the clinging sensation of her little cunt trying to suck his pecker-head inside her never-fucked snatch. He had seen the lust in her eyes during the day, and knew she was longing for the taste and touch of his randy fuck pole as much as he wanted to give it to her. But with Alice always around, there never seemed an opportunity for him to be alone with the teenager.
Brian considered forcing his still stiff dick back into his wife's cum-drenched cunt again, but the sound of her steady breathing told him she was already asleep. He didn't want to screw her when she wasn't awake. That wasn't playing fair and too much like masturbating by himself. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he needed to shoot again as badly as he had the first three times. At twenty-five, he was feeling more like twenty-year-old stud, his peter always on the bone and his balls itchy with fuck cream. He knew the cause of his constant erections had to do with their not so innocent house guest.
Well, if he and Connie were ever going to get a chance to be alone together again, it would have to be now.
Brian uncoupled his naked physique from his wife's prostrate form and grabbed his satin smoking jacket because it was the only garment handy without pawing through his closet. He tiptoed out of their bedroom, taking special care not to wake Alice. The hem of the blue dressing gown barely came down to mid-thigh, just far enough to cover his bare ass and low-swinging nuts. He tied the sash around his waist, closing the jacket and trapping his hardon against his belly. In case Connie wasn't in the mood, he didn't want to frighten her off with his erection. But he knew the nineteen-year-old would be in the mood. She was a cherry pussy begging for the new-found thrill of a stiff dick. And he was only too willing to accommodate her.
For the past two hours Connie had found it difficult to concentrate on her homework. She could hear the springs of the Hudd's mattress squeaking above her head and their occasional moans filtering downstairs. Just by their stifled cries, she had been able to count their orgasms. Every spasm of delight made her cunt all the stickier and her clit as firm as a miniature hardon. She longed to be up there fucking and sucking with both of them, but she knew her wanton appetite was shared by only one of her hosts.
The slash between her legs was as wet now as it had been when she finished talking to Paul on the phone. She doubted that finger-fucking herself anymore would quench her desires, but she was still have trouble keeping her hands away from the slit in her lap.
Connie knew she wasn't a slut. She hadn't been brought up that way. Sex was a taboo topic inside the walls of her household. She couldn't remember ever having heard her parents fuck or even make reference to such an intimate act. But since the night of the party and having been exposed to Paul's handsome pecker, all she could think about was cock and cunt. But she knew it wasn't the basketball star who had found the key to that private part of her mind. It had been Brenda and the pretty brunette's shaggy beaver which had unlocked all of Connie's hidden passions.
A month ago Connie wouldn't have dared spoken to Paul as she had tonight. Such words had never been in her vocabulary until she heard the babysitter use them. Connie was a lady, and ladies didn't talk dirty to gentlemen or other ladies. But since having sucked Paul off in his car and eaten Brenda's cunt and Brian's meat while they were screwing, Connie's impression of what was correct protocol had changed. She couldn't have concealed her innermost desires even if she had wanted to.
The little blonde was sitting on the couch with her legs spread and her skirt hiked up to her thighs when she heard Brian's footfalls padding down the stairs. Her fingers were sticky with her pussy juices, having strayed to her crotch whenever she got the urge. When the handsome man entered the living room she just had time to unfold a text book in her lap. She didn't think to press her knees together or pull her skirt down. The only thing she could think about was that he had almost caught her playing with herself and that her panties were buried beneath one of the cushions.
"Still cracking the books I see," Brain said with a smile as he strode over to the chair opposite the couch. There was something about his manner which was a cunning as a fox. He sat down directly in front of Connie.
The little blonde couldn't believe how sexy Brian looked. As far as she could tell, the six-foot-two man was bareassed naked beneath his blue smoking jacket. That abbreviated garment hardly covered anything. The spread of the satiny lapels revealed his sinewy chest and augmented the breadth of his wide shoulders. His muscular legs were completely bared right up to the fold of his lap. His knees were together, but if he spread them apart she had a good idea of what she was going to see. His dark hair was mussed, and his blue eyes sparkled.
"Trying to," she replied, wanting to confess to him that the sounds of him feeding his cock to his wife had prevented her from getting anything done.
From where he sat, Brian could look right up under Connie's skirt - not that there was that much of her skirt obstructing his view. Her smooth thighs were spread, and the way the little blonde was slouched down, her luscious beaver was perched right on the edge of the cushion. Even in the shadows he could tell she wasn't wearing panties. The silky strands of her pelt-like bush were shimmering with droplets of cunt lube, and the delicate folds of her tiny snatch had pulled apart like a flower opening its petals to the dawn. He felt his hardon give an approving jerk beneath the sash of his smoking jacket while he let his knees point in opposite directions. "Rough assignment or do you have other things on your mind?"
"Both," Connie answered, forcing a laugh and leering at Brian's crotch when she saw his legs open up. She was right. The handsome man didn't have anything on beneath his robe. She could see his hairy scrotum pooling on the cushion between his thighs and the shadowy culvert of his cock root. But she couldn't discern the rest of his fantastic prick. Then she realized why. Brian was sporting a hardon. He had his rigid pecker stuffed beneath his robe as if his fuck tool were a fleshy crowbar he was trying to keep out of sight. "I could hear you and Alice upstairs."
"You know what we were doing up there?" Brian asked. He was teasing the young girl the same way he had the night he had walked in on the blonde and the babysitter bareassed.
Connie knew Brian wanted to hear her say it out loud, just the way Paul had wanted her to talk dirty on the phone while they played with themselves. And she wanted to say it for him. "Fucking and sucking."
Brian undid his sash and shoved his smoking jacket out of the way of his lap. When his powerful ramrod snapped away from his flat belly, he heard Connie let out a gasp. "I was fucking Alice, but I was thinking about your big titties and pretty little box. See, my dick stayed all hard and throbbing just for you." He reached down and stroked the shaft, aiming the knob at the couch so the little blonde would have a better look at the helmeted flange. "Remember how nice my fuck pole felt in your mouth and parting your lips of you cunt? Do you want to fool around with me some more?"
Connie nodded but didn't budge from where she sat. "what about Alice? She might come downstairs and catch us."
"Don't worry about her," Brian said as he shrugged out of his robe. "She was fast asleep when I snuck out of our room." He was sitting totally naked in front of the nineteen-year-old girl now - cockhard and raring to go. It was as if he hadn't had sex in a month ... his balls ached clear up into his stomach just at the thought of what he and the little blonde could do together. "Take your skirt off and come over here."
Because Brian dared to get naked with Alice upstairs, Connie did the same. She stood and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her bra. With her big boobies bobbing in front her, the petite blonde marched around the coffee table and stood in front of the handsome male. She could tell she was making him even hotter just by the sex glaze in his eyes, and her own stomach was all butterflies and lust.
"Connie, you are beautiful," Brian moaned as he parted her small cunt lips with his massive fingers and nosed into her beaver. After inhaling her fragrant musk, he licked along the pink folds of her juicy cunt until he bumped into the swollen rosebud at the top of the slit. His lips closed over the sex protrusion and sucked it inside his mouth.
Connie was a vertigo of mushy desires. Every nerve in her teenaged body was on fire. She clawed her fingernails into Brian's hair as he proceeded to eat out her pussy and forced his face deeper into the damp cave of her snatch. "Oh, that feels so fucking good!" she moaned, throwing her head back and spreading her legs wider. "You eat hair pie as good as Brenda."
Replacing his tongue with his finger, Brian licked his way up to one of her tits and took her hardon nipple between his lips. The little brown nub rolled back and forth between the regulated pressure of his teeth. "You like cock as well as cunt, don't you, Connie?"
"Couldn't you tell the other night?" she moaned, thrilling to the feel of him chewing on her nipples. Brian had abandoned her right breast and was now mouthing the other one.
"I thought maybe you two girls had something going between you. I couldn't blame you if you did. You have two of the sweetest cunts I've ever seen. You don't know how sexy you looked sucking Brenda off."
"Brenda and I were both hornier than hell. I tried to explain that to you. I think she likes boys better too, but when a girl wants to get her rocks off, another girl will do. I was finger-fucking myself earlier. That was nice, but this is a lot hotter." It was then that Connie remembered that what she had been trying to do when she climaxed with Paul was break her cherry. Since her hymen was still intact, she now had a better idea. "Brian, I want you to fuck me."
He pulled his mouth away from the teenager's tit and stared up into her face. Her expression was one of dire seriousness and need. "But you've still got your cherry intact. Are you sure you want me to bust it?"
"Oh yes, please!" the little blonde implored, reaching down into Brian's lap and encircling her small fingers around his meaty erection. "I want you to stick your cock way up inside of my cunt. I want to feel you when you shoot your wad. Please, Brian. Please, fuck me."
The teenaged girl was so insistent and so turned on, Brian knew there was little he could do to dissuade her. Not that he had any intentions of turning her down. Her lush young body was trembling with anticipation and her snatch was a haven of moist, hot lube. But he didn't want to be responsible for taking any liberties which she didn't sanction. "It may hurt a bit at first," he cautioned.
"I know," Connie answered, remembering the slight pain when his cockhead had been inside her that first night. But by the time she fucked with Paul, she knew it wouldn't hurt at all, and that was all she could think of.
"Then climb onto my lap. That way you can control my penetration."
Connie placed her knees on either side of Brian's masculine thighs and lowered her pussy toward his groin. His fat dick was standing straight up, and his scrotum had shrunken his testicles up to the base of his erection. As her spread vagina settled into position, Brian used his hand to steer his knob to her fuck hole. The meaty head looked so large and her quim so tiny, it seemed like something that big would never go into something that small, but seconds later the knob had disappeared into her muff.
"Oh, Connie, your cunt feels so tight and slippery," Brian moaned as they both watched his pecker inch deeper into her snatch. "How does it feel to you?"
"Beautiful," she moaned, but her ecstasy was short lived. His sensitive knob had encountered the rubbery protection of her hymen. Deciding the best way to remedy the situation was to get it over with as quickly as possible, Connie jammed her pelvis down as hard as she could. It was like impaling herself on a broom handle, only twice as thick.
There was a sharp pain, an oozing of something sticky, then Brian's dick slid all the way up into her box. Connie was sitting on his lap stuffed full fuck meat with her golden pubes entangled in the wiry hairs of his darker bush. Imbedded inside of her pussy, his throbbing prick felt even bigger and stiffer than it looked. But being jam packed full of hot cock was exactly what she had dreamed about for so long.
"Are you okay?" Brian asked, stealing a look at her face. He could see that she was breathing hard, but there was a contorted look in her green eyes.
"Fine now," she sighed as the pain evaporated and a new sensation overtook her quim. Instinctively she raised her hips, then settled back into his lap, letting her natural urges take control. The delightful sensation of being spiked on his ramrod abated any of her discomfort. Gradually her lovely hind end jack hammered faster and faster as she felt little sparks igniting all of her nerve endings. "Fuck me!" she whispered hoarsely, still aware that Alice was sleeping somewhere in the house. "Oh fuck me! Your cock feels so fucking perfect! Make it ream me out a new pussy."
Knowing the deed was done and the worst was over, Brian slammed his hips up to meet each of the girl's downward thrusts. It wasn't long until he reached that point-of-no-return. "I'm cumming!" he hissed. "Oh shit, I'm cumming in your beautiful little cunt!" And for the fourth time that night, the handsome male reached another shattering climax.
"Me too," Connie purred, feeling his hot sperm blasting way up into her belly. Brian kept fucking her until both of their climaxes had subsided, then he raised her up off his lap and pulled his softening dick out of her cummy box. She noticed that his cock and balls were not only smeared with semen and cunt juice but also something scarlet.
"Is that my blood?"
"It happens the first time," Brian said as he slipped back into his robe. "It's nothing to worry about. Another cherry had bitten the dust. Are you happy?"
"Yes, very," she answered.
"I don't want to leave you alone if you're upset.
"Can we fuck again?" Connie asked as she reached for her bra, putting the man's mind to rest.
"We'll see," Brian replied just before he tiptoed back upstairs.
CHAPTER SIX
For the first time since the party Connie fell asleep without even thinking of playing with her snatch. After she watched Brian sprint up the staircase in his smoking jacket with his rubbery peter and low hanging balls flopping beneath the hem of his robe, she gathered her clothes together and marched to the second floor in the nude. She took a warm shower, being careful to clean all of the cum and blood out of her pussy - though there was only a trace of blood - then slipped naked between her sheets.
She was surprised and pleased that her first fuck had been all but painless. At nineteen she had set out to lose her cherry; and having accomplished that the pretty freshman felt like a full-fledged woman ready for the love which Paul wanted to share with her. At long last she had experienced the wonderful sensations of having a rigid fuck pole snugged into her tight little quim, thrilled to its throbbing hardness searching out the secret recesses of her most private opening and felt its spunk erupting inside her.
She had thought that after her first fuck she'd be sore down there and that her pussy would ache. But instead she felt at peace with herself, drifting on the lofty plateau of her dreamy climax and fast asleep by the time the gauzy sensation ebbed away.
The next morning she encountered Brian at breakfast, but in front of Alice the handsome man treated her no different than he ever did. That didn't matter to Connie. Because of his cock and the fact that he had fucked her, the little blonde felt different, and that was enough. When she crossed campus there was more of a spring in her walk, and she found it easier to concentrate on her classes. But by early afternoon when she returned from the university, her old desires were running rampant again. It was as if her pussy had a mind of its own, and that hairy slash was begging for the thickness of more hot meat.
Alice had left a note on the kitchen table saying that she had gone shopping in one of the nearby towns, and it was an hour or so before Brian was due back from work. Connie went up to her room, put her books on her desk and stripped down to her panties and bra.
While she was hanging up her frock, she let her fingers stray to her crotch and dug into the gapping crack of her sex. Her cunt lips were already dewy with her abundant juices. Now she was able to probe deeper than she ever had before. She wished Brian was home or Paul had stopped over. She had seen the basketball player between classes. They had stolen a brief kiss, then he'd rushed off without her having a chance to confide that she had finally been deflowered. Not that she had any intentions of telling him how she had lost her cherry - just that she had.
Connie stationed herself in front of her full length mirror and rearranged her panties so the crotch strap sucked into her beaver. The pink lips of her small vagina were exposed on either side. The gathered strip of cotton was already so moist with fuck lube she could see her little clit budding through the nearly transparent material. The silken hairs of her golden bush graced her inner thighs, complimenting the hot pink of her small organ. She looked as sexy as Brenda had the brunette was exhibiting her beaver the night she had babysat for Connie.
There are better things to do than just play with my pussy, Connie admonished herself. Cherry girls finger their cunts, and I'm not a cherry anymore. I know what it is to fuck and suck. Since there was no one at home, she decided to march down to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. She knew it would feel really wanton to strut around the house in nothing but her underwear with her panties sucked into her snatch. She had just reached the bottom of the stairs, enjoying the friction of her gathered undies sawing into her crack with each stride, when the front bell rang.
The nineteen-year-old ambled to the door without considering how she was dressed ... or rather, undressed. Her mind was too full of erotic impressions to allow her to think straight. It was as if she were off in a carnal dream world and the buzzer was an annoying intrusion which had to be taken care of before she could continue with her fantasies.
"Special Delivery for Mr. Hudd ... " a masculine voice announced, then trailed off as the young man's startled leer focused first on Connie's bra, then the V of her soggy panties. He was a slender youth, garbed in the summer uniform of the post office: dark blue shirt, dark blue shorts, white knee socks and black shoes. A shock of sandy colored hair tumbled over his forehead, and his pug nose was a mass of freckles. He was just an inch or two taller than Connie, and there was little or no hair on what showed off his legs. His eyes squinted at her exposed beaver as he forced his clipboard in her direction.
"I'm not Mr. Hudd," Connie laughed, stepping back while she held the door open. She was still oblivious to the fact that her lacy little bra revealed her hardon nipples or that her dewy cunt lips were gnawing at the crotch of her panties like a vertical mouth.
"Well ... that's ... okay," the youth stammered, trying to regain his composure. He could feel his peter surging in the restriction of his briefs, and he had trouble raising his eyes to the pretty blonde's face. "You can sign for him."
Connie took the clipboard and scribbled her name on the bottom line. When she handed it back to the boy, he produced a letter. Even after she had the correspondence in her hand, he proceeded to stand on the stoop and gawk at her. "Is there something else?" she asked, getting ready to close the door.
The young man's eyes ran nervously over the little blonde's body, then darted to her face. "Ah, no ... I mean, yes. I was wondering if I could use your bathroom." He shoved his hand down to the front of his shorts to cover his burgeoning hardon. "I've got to take a leak really bad. It's all of this walking."
Connie let out another laugh and ushered the boy inside. He looked so awkward and young clutching his groin. "Sure. It's upstairs to the left." After he had squirmed out of the straps of his mail bag and was halfway up to the landing, she commented, "You don't look old enough to be a postman."
He stopped in mid-stride, still groping himself, and glanced down at her over his shoulder. "I'm nineteen," he answered in a defensive tone. "My name's Jerry Fraser. I've only been doing this for a week or so." His heated stare found her tempting box again, then not trusting himself to look at her another second more he darted out of sight.
It was then that Connie gazed down at what Jerry had been ogling and realized he had been scrutinizing her beaver. She blushed, then broke into a spasm of giggles. The postman, or rather post boy, looked so young and flustered, she would have guessed that he hadn't reached adolescence yet. The way he had been eyeing her exposed snatch and his lack of confidence led her to believe that he hadn't seen that many pussies. Had Jerry looked his age or older, Connie might have felt intimidated, but the novelty of seducing someone who might be even more innocent than herself made her little quim all the wetter.
Loosening her bra so her nipples showed over the top of the cups and forcing even more of her panties into her juicy box, she climbed the stairs. She could hear her breath laboring all the harder as she approached the John. The bathroom door had been closed only partway. When she touched her hand to the surface, it swung open.
Connie expected to see Jerry straddling the toilet bowl with his immature peter dangling out of his fly. She also imagined, like his boyish body, his cock would be small and hairless. But that only went to prove how inexperienced the college freshman was in the ways of the world. The tube steak the youth was brandishing as he stood in profile to the door was anything but small, and his swelling fuck meat jutted far beyond his dense thatch of wiry pubes.
Because his prick had started filling with blood, Jerry hadn't been able to get his cock out of his fly. Instead he'd been forced to shove his shorts and briefs down to his knees. His distended member was two inches longer than Paul's prick fully hard, twice as fat around and capped with a generous hood of foreskin. The veiny shaft arched out from his body like a fleshy boomerang. His head snapped toward Connie when she appeared in the doorway. That her bra had been lowered and more of her cunt was revealed wasn't wasted on him. His eyes glazed over as he gawked at her.
"Could you use any help?" Connie murmured as she approached the toilet and stared down at Jerry's straining dick. She had never seen a male with a hang of foreskin, and the translucent sleeve of flesh fascinated her. It gave his man-sized fuck pole a mysterious quality.
Jerry turned beat red and shrugged his shoulders. "I can't seem to go now," he mumbled. He started to cover his bare groin with his palms, thought better of it since Connie seemed to be enjoying what she was gazing at and settled his hands on his hips. "I had to really piss when I was downstairs, but now nothing will come out." His tone was apologetic, and he looked more like a kid daring himself to go naked than a confident male flaunting his sex equipment.
"No wonder," she observed. "I doubt that anything would flow through something that hard." While she spoke, Connie lowered her hand to the boy's intriguing genitals and brushed her fingers over his pulsating shaft and egg-sized balls. By now the young man's pecker was on the bone, standing tall and proud. The delicate sheath of foreskin had pulled back far enough to reveal the cum hole in the center of his heart-shaped flange.
If Jerry had been embarrassed before, he wasn't now. With his shorts and underpants still banded around his knees, he turned and faced the college girl. Slowly the blush faded from his youthful cheeks. "I didn't have to take a leak," he confessed as he openly stared at Connie's tits and cunt. "I just got so excited when you came to the door in your panties and bra, I had to do something to get rid of my hardon."
"Were you going to beat off up here?" Connie asked, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft and giving his boner a couple easy strokes. She watched his eyes flutter shut, then pop open again. At the same time the clutch of skin hooding his knob gathered behind the thick curb of the head, and a drool of lube oozed out of the cum hole.
"I guess," Jerry responded. "I thought about running my dick under cold water, but I doubt that would help. Your pussy is beautiful," he added in a whisper.
Connie gripped Jerry's hardon tighter and skinned more of his foreskin back. Another drool of lube squirted her fingers. "Would you like to touch my cunt?"
"Would I!" Jerry beamed. But he was reluctant to fondle the pretty blonde the way she was touching him. "I've never done anything with a girl before," he admitted in a stammer when it became obvious that he didn't know what to do.
"Hung the way you are, that's a shame," Connie commented. Her fingers could barely reach around his shaft, and her little hand looked lost on his meat.
"Am I well hung?"
"Like a stud. I've never seen a cock as big as yours." Of course Connie didn't divulge that Jerry was only the third male she had ever seen with a hardon. "Why don't you get out of your clothes, and I'll get naked too."
The young postman was only too eager to comply with Connie's request. In seconds he'd stripped off his shorts, briefs and shirt. He stood before her, lanky and bareassed, in just his knee socks and shoes with his tremendous erection bobbing in front of him.
Meanwhile Connie had removed her bra and shimmied out of her panties. She was aware that the other teenager was watching her every move as her titties bounced into sight and the rest of her snatch was revealed. She dropped the toilet seat down and climbed on top of the stool so that her ready-to-fuck beaver was level with Jerry's cute face. "Work your fingers into my cunt," she ordered, panting hard as the youth leaned his head into her crotch.
When his fingertips made contact with the silky lips of Connie's pussy, Jerry looked like he was going to swoon. He worked one finger into her juicy snatch, then two, bringing his face all the closer as he explored the blonde's pretty little fuck hole. "I can't believe you're really letting me do this," he giggled as he probed deeper and heard the raspy tempo of her breath.
"Do what, Jerry?" Connie asked, remembering how Brian had increased her pleasure by making her talk dirty that first time. She spread her feet as wide apart as she could without risking falling off the toilet seat.
"Play with your cunt," the youth answered. He grinned up into her face with his chin all but nestled into her box to gage whether or not he had pleased her.
"Would you like to eat out my pussy?" Connie offered, humping her pelvis against the firmness of his chin.
Jerry's grin faltered, and his eyes grew large. He was staring back into the splayed petals of her delicate little fuck hole. "You mean put my mouth on your cunt?" he asked as if he hadn't understood what she had said.
"That's the general idea of eating pussy," she laughed, feeling very wanton and very mature with the novice male. "If you suck my snatch real good, I'll let you stick your big cock up there."
If Jerry had entertained any qualms about going down on the little blonde, the promise to get to fuck her put them to rest. He stuck his tongue out and licked at the lube drenched slash as if he were getting his first taste of ice cream. He must have liked the funky flavor because the next thing he did was bury his face in her crack. Pretty soon he had his nose as well as his tongue shoved up inside of the girl's box, making her squirm all over the place.
When she couldn't take anymore of his investigating tongue, Connie pushed the youth away and stepped down from the toilet seat.
"Did I suck your cunt wrong?" Jerry asked with a hurt expression distorting the shiny corners of his mouth. His face was so saturated with pussy juice he smelled like a hot cunt.
"No, you ate out my box just fine," Connie purred as she sat on the toilet seat and grabbed the boy's stiff dick. She pulled his knob to her lips and ran her tongue into the gapping cum hole. When she had saturated the entire flange with saliva, she forced him to his knees and opened her legs wide. "Now stick your dick inside of me."
With Connie's help, Jerry steered his big prick to the mouth of her pussy and shoved the whole length in with one thrust. If he had expected to take his time fucking the blonde, it wasn't to be. He was too much of a novice and too excited. A half dozen strokes later he was pumping out his copious cum load and groaning deep in his throat.
Connie was just as glad the boy's first fuck didn't last any longer. She was so stuffed full of his huge prick she thought it was going to come out her throat. The inexperienced boy had taken her too fast and too hard. But in spite of her discomfort, Connie felt herself exploding inside as geyser after geyser of hot man cream flooded her box. While she savored that mushrooming cloud cavorting with her inner most sensations, his pecker wilted and pulled out.
"Was that okay?"
"Perfect," she told Jerry, not even aware that he was putting back on his clothes and preparing to leave.
"Can I fuck you again sometime?"
"If Alice and Brian aren't home."
"Who's Brian?"
"He's the guy who busted my cherry."
"You still fuck him?"
"If I get the chance."
"I've got to get going."
"Good-bye," was all she could utter as another wave of eroticism quaked through her naked body. By the time she scooped some of Jerry's cum out of her just-fucked snatch and brought it to her mouth, the postman was already gone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Saturday found Connie with nothing but time on her hands and, to the best of her knowledge, still grounded. Neither Brian nor Alice had mentioned anything about the girl being free to leave the house. Connie also discovered she was alone for the day, or rather without either of the Hudd's underfoot. Brian had to go into his office, and Alice was participating in a bake sale for her lodge.
Before Alice left she had reminded Connie that the new carpeting was to be installed today. The men were scheduled to arrive at ten, and the young girl had instructions to let them in. All of the furniture had been moved out of the living room the previous night.
Going braless, Connie had slipped into a white shirt, tying the tails below her firm breasts which left the creamy flesh of her midriff exposed, and a pair of skimpy shorts. She had elected not to wear any panties so the crotch band of her short-shorts was free to ride in and out of her freshly deflowered cunt. She resented that the carpet was being laid today because with the house all to herself she would have been able to romp around naked for hours.
That Connie was in heat again was an understatement. Lately her pussy was calling all of the shots but with no relief at hand - or rather her only relief was by hand. It had been three days since she'd sucked and fucked with Jerry in the bathroom. Each afternoon she arrived home from school to find the mail already delivered. Because the boyish looking postman was so cute and well hung, the college freshman was anything but embarrassed by their quickie sexual encounter. She was actually looking forward to enticing the young man out of his uniform again. There were hours when she could do nothing but daydream about his man-sized pecker and the intriguing sheath of foreskin capping his jumbo cockhead.
Brian had attempted to accommodate Connie's newly awakened desires, but his wife always seemed to be close by whenever he threw a rod. The handsome man managed to change into his pajama bottoms shortly after dinner each night, wearing them low on his hips and with his buttonless fly gapping open. But other than a grope or two in the upstairs hall and a couple of quick sucks behind Alice's back, Brian's cock had been as unavailable as Jerry's.
Connie's relationship with Paul hadn't faired much better. It had been limited to holding hands on campus and a few sexy phone calls. The basketball star was as eager as the little freshman to get bareassed together again and didn't hesitate to tell her so. But Connie's being grounded restricted their display of passion to their between-class necking. She had neglected to tell him that she had lost her cherry, knowing that admission would be like cock teasing. She wasn't a cock teaser anymore than she was a slut. Connie was just a nineteen-year-old who had finally discovered her womanhood. But for the little good it was doing her, she wondered if it had really been worth the effort. She was reduced to finger-fucking her snatch now more than ever.
When Connie let the two workmen in to lay the new carpet, she hardly gave either of them a second thought. One was a burly man in his late twenties, bearded and wearing a gray sweat suit. The other was closer to her own age, tall and lanky and blond. He had on red running shorts, a matching tank top and beat-up sneakers.
But the carpet-layers had taken stock of the well-stacked little blonde from the moment they entered. They could tell by the way her firm tits bounced freely under her blouse that she wasn't wearing a bra, and both noted how the meager crotch of her shorts sawed into the moist folds of her tiny cunt. When she sashayed down the staircase to make her way to the kitchen - which she had already done half a dozen times - they could see the silky fleece of her golden bush fringing the legs of her abbreviated shorts with every other stride. Her beaver was poetry in motion, a promise of lustier things to come.
"Now there's one of the sweetest little cunts I've ever caught a peek of," George, the bearded hunk, observed as soon as Connie was out of hearing range. The sound of the refrigerator door opening came from the kitchen. He'd been thinking about the girl's snatch since the moment they started laying the carpet, and it was really revving up the starch in his cum-filled balls.
"Yeah," Mark, the younger male, agreed with a grin. "I could see right up into the cleavage of her twat. I'll bet that's Captain Kirk territory - where no man has ever gone before," he added with a skiddish laugh.
"Are you kidding?" George smirked as he used his knee-grip to snug the last corner of the carpet up to the wall. "That's pussy on the prowl just looking for a stiff dick to cure what ails her. You saw the way she was wiggling her ass and flashing her beaver at us. Just the friction of her shorts is making her hot to trot. She wants to fuck and suck as bad as we do. I'd bet she'd come across with the right incentive." He dropped his hand to the crotch of his baggy sweat pants and mauled his growing hardon through the frayed material. There was no missing the fact that George was certain what he had dangling between his legs was the right incentive.
"You really think so?" Mark questioned. There was more than a little skepticism in his young voice. Due to the kid's limited experience, Connie looked more like prom queen material then pussy on the prowl.
"I'll prove it to you, man," George offered, as he rested his weight on his heels. He grabbed the loose material at his groin and gave it a yank. The seam of his threadbare sweat pants split open from the front to the rear. His heavy hang of meat and large hairy gonads tumbled out into the open.
"How are you going to get out of here without any pants to wear?" the younger male gasped as he watched his partner's prick stand to attention. He couldn't believe George had ripped out his crotch like that, but his own pecker was already as hard as a rock. Getting glimpses of Connie's beaver had also churned up the cum in his young nuts.
"Don't worry. I've got another pair in the truck," George informed the kid as he leaned back on his arms and spread his knees apart. "Now watch and see what she does when she comes back through here to go upstairs. I'll bet that cute little snatch takes one look at my fuck pole and drops her drawers."
After finishing the glass of orange juice she had been thirsty for, Connie padded back through the hall, intending to return to her room. She halted when she saw George sitting on his heels with his big dick at full mast jutting up through the tear in his sweat pants. The younger male was squatted at his side, and by the bulge in his shorts, Mark looked as turned on as his partner.
Connie was thrown into a quandary. The sight of George's powerful erection and low hanging balls made her all the stickier inside, but she wasn't sure she was willing to do anything about it with two horny males at the same time. There was safety in numbers, but not if she were the only female. "What happened to you?" she asked George when she realized both of them had caught her staring at what was sticking straight up from between his muscular legs.
George dropped his gaze to his lap as if he wasn't aware of his exposed hardon until then and tried to appear surprised. Instead of attempting to shield his aroused genitals, he flexed the muscles in his solar plexus, making his fuck pole jerk about for the girl's enjoyment. His thick shaft flexed to the left, and a drool of fuck lube oozed out of his cum hole. "I guess my boner ripped through my fucking pants. I've been real horny lately. Mark and I were discussing your age. He said you weren't old enough to have any hair on your pussy." He licked his lips and smirked, waiting for the pretty little blonde to take the bait.
Mark turned beat red and lowered his gaze to his own lap. If he had suspected that George was going to make him the fall guy for the girl's seduction, he wasn't sure he would've let things get this far out of hand.
In spite of her better instincts, Connie found herself padding into the center of the newly laid carpet. It was as if the bearded man's stiff dick had mesmerized her like a fleshy cobra rising out of a snake charmer's basket. The large knob was deep mauve and glistening with pre-cum. The underbelly was a ruddy hue, garnished by the fat roll of his cum tube and a forest of dark pubes at the base. "Of course I've got hair on my pussy," she answered in a shallow voice. "I'm nineteen and in college." Her eyes remained fixed on George's groin as if she were speaking to his pecker.
"Seeing is believing," George grinned as he continued to make his prick jump about and watched the pretty girl edge nearer. She was standing so close to where he and his partner were squatted, they could both see up inside the loose legs of her shorts. There was definitely hair on her quim, and the sensitive lips of her cunt had blushed a hot pink in the shadowy regions of her lower garment. The burly male knew that reveling his ramrod for her inspection was having the desired effect.
Connie broke her stare on George's distracting hardon and darted a confused expression at his cute partner. She still didn't know how she felt about taking on two rigid peckers at one time or letting them ogle her snatch. But there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted every inch of what they were offering. Sizing up Mark's slender legs, she realized they were almost as hairless as Jerry's, and the younger carpet-layer looked just as boyish. "I suspect your friend said what he did because he doesn't have any hair down there himself," she replied, stalling for time as her full-blown tits heaved up and down inside the loose confines of her blouse.
"Go ahead, Mark," George goaded with a wink in his buddy's direction. "Show her the hair on your balls."
Mark, who wasn't as bold as George, was reluctant to disrobe in front of the other two. But the sex heat raising the temperature of the room got through to him in spite of his shyness. Still in a squat, he shoved his shorts down over his sneakers along with his underpants. His powerful erection, which was as big as the other male's boner, popped out into the open along with his egg-sized testicles. His bush, though sparse, was the same tow headed color as the shaggy hair on his head.
"Now it's your turn," George urged after sizing up his partner's cock. The boy certainly had a man-sized piece of meat and the balls to go with it. But it was the little blonde's beaver they were both anxious to see exposed.
When the second stiff dick was unveiled, Connie went all fluttery inside. Her nipples were as hard as the points on a maze, threatening to tear through the skimpy fabric of her tied shirt, and her pussy was so hot it was drenching her crotch strip. She couldn't have refused if she had wanted to. She unsnapped the button which held up her shorts; and after she tugged the band out of the clutch of her cunt lips, they sailed down to the floor.
The carpet-layers' eyes glazed over with lust as they feasted their leers on Connie's little quim. Even frothed with her own natural lube the pink slash between her creamy legs looked pretty and innocent. Her shirt had come untied when she dropped her drawers, and her succulent breasts were as bared as her box. The nineteen-year-old was hot for cock, and they both knew it.
George ripped his sweat pants the rest of the way off so he was as bareassed from the waist down as his buddy was. "I guess Mark was wrong," he hissed. "You've got hair on you snatch alright. Do you like to fuck?"
Connie felt the blush creep up into her cheeks as she nodded and slipped out of her blouse. Now she was standing totally naked in front of the pair of horny workmen, feeling anything but ill-at-ease. She was too turned on to care how wanton she appeared. Her lovely green eyes were busy darting from one aroused pecker to the other, hungering for the sensation of their heated stiffness impaled inside of her. "All I think about lately is fucking and sucking. I can't seem to get cock out of my mind. No one's available when I need it, but now I have two handsome pricks. Are you both going to fuck me?"
"If that's what you want, baby," George answered. He leaned forward and planted his lips on her cunt, tasting the salty overflow of her juices. The girl's quim tasted as good as it looked: sweet and hot and ready for anything.
Connie spread her legs wide, threw her head back and gripped George by the ears. A low moan escaped her throat. She had forgotten how good a hot tongue could feel stabbing into her snatch. Her hind end was in constant motion, ramming her pelvis into the bearded man's face.
"You want to suck this cunt, Mark?" George offered after a few moments of eating out the blonde girl's box. His slick spit had mixed with her pussy juices and now she was even wetter than before.
Watching his partner's face disappear between Connie's legs, the younger male had lost all of his earlier inhibitions. "Oh, fuck yes!" he squealed. While George rose to his feet and worked his mouth up to Connie's tits, the lanky lad pried her cunt lips apart with his fingers and started chewing on her clit.
"That feels divine," Connie purred, feeling both masculine mouths licking her at the same time.
"This will feel even better," George stated as he used his hip to bump Mark's head out of the way. The burly male positioned his large cockhead at the opening to Connie's small vagina, then rammed deep into her fuck hole.
The impact of George's first thrust lifted Connie clean off her feet and made her go dizzy with the sensation. But there was no chance of her losing her balance. The bearded male had her wrapped in his strong arms. He lowered her gently to the new carpet while he plunged in and out of her squishy cunt. "Oh you are fucking tight," he murmured as he laid the little blonde on her back and continued to ravage her snatch with his powerful ramrod. "Mark, straddle her head and let her suck you off while I fuck her cunt. I want to see her sweet lips chomping on your prick."
Mark scrambled over to Connie's face and steered his swollen flange to the young girl's mouth. She willing took the large pecker between her lips and nursed on his rigid member while she strapped her legs around George's waist.
Connie was getting the best of both worlds. With two cocks to service her, she was able to suck and fuck at the same time. But she knew as hot as they were, they couldn't last long. Seconds after Mark squirted his raining shower of semen down her throat, she felt George erupt deep inside her belly.
As soon as he had finished cumming, George exchanged places with his partner. "Now you fuck her box while she sucks me off," the bearded man ordered as he shoved his still stiff dick into Connie's waiting mouth.
Connie, who had just started cumming herself, couldn't believe the sexiness of having the cock which had just fucked her cunt sliding into her craw. She gasped when she felt Mark's unflexable ramrod enter her cummy quim and the kid thrusting away between her legs. The second wad they each shot was longer in coming, but Connie was on a plateau of ecstasy all the while.
When they both finished squirting out their copious discharges, they gathered their tools together. George and Connie were left alone while Mark, who had already scrambled back into his briefs and shorts, went out to the truck to fetch the bearded male's other pair of sweat pants.
"If you ever want to get it on with just you and me," George said, handing her a card, "my home number's on the back. You are one hot little number."
All Connie could do was lay there on the carpet soaking in the sperm which drenched both of her twice fucked holes. She didn't have enough energy to get to her feet until she heard the truck pull out of the driveway.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Instead of sating Connie's new found appetite for sucking and fucking, the teenager's three-way with the pair of horny carpet layers only made her hungry for more hot cock. Connie hadn't thought of her sexual encounter with Brenda and Brian as an orgy since the nineteen-year-old had been so passive through most of the fuck demonstration. But this afternoon was different. Connie's tits and ass had been the star attractions for both turned on studs, and they had rewarded her the best way they knew how. She could smell Mark and George's heady male salts and funky ball cream oozing from every pore in her well-fucked body.
The small blonde had no desire to get dressed after her seducers left - in hindsight it was difficult to tell who had seduced whom. She strutted to her room naked and remained there the rest of the afternoon playing with her cummy cunt. The first thing she did was spoon out the spicy spunk from the crack between her legs and lick it from her fingers like just beaten frosting. She couldn't keep her hands off either her box or her titties. Her exploring fingers kept her nerve endings all tingling and alert, but they were a poor substitute for the randy male organs she fantasized about.
At six Alice came home and knocked on Connie's door. She told the girl Brian was home and dinner was ready. After pulling the sheet up over her nude frame, Connie begged off from eating, saying she didn't feel well.
A short while later, Alice knocked on Connie's door again and peered in at the young girl laying on the bed. "I have to go back to the lodge to tally up the proceeds from our bake sale. My, but you're all flushed. Should I call a doctor?"
Connie shook her head, feeling guilty for alarming the considerate woman unnecessarily. She supposed the sexual glow in her cheeks could have been misinterpreted as the flue. "No, I think it'll pass."
"If you're feeling better later and decide you want your dinner, I left a plate in the oven with Brian's."
"Brian didn't eat either?" Connie asked, hoping the redhead couldn't see her hand slithering away from the V of her thighs beneath the sheet. She'd had three fingers stuffed into her cunt when Alice entered the second time and had to be very careful not to attract Mrs. Hudd's attention to her groin.
"He came home feeling a little under the weather too," Alice replied as she stepped back into the hall. "There must be some kind of bug going around. The living room looks beautiful. Thanks for taking care of the carpet layers. I should be back around ten."
Alice didn't know how well Connie had taken care of the cunt-happy workmen, and the young girl had no intentions of telling her. The freshman only wished George and Mark were here now, naked and cockhard to souse her mouth and quim with more of their delicious man cream. Getting bareassed with those two attractive fuckers and having both of their stiff pricks to service her wanton desires proved to be her most exciting sexual encounter to date. The more she thought about what the three of them had done on the new carpet, the more she knew she had to find someone to suck and fuck with soon or she was going to go crazy.
Connie waited until she heard Alice's car back out of the driveway, then she slipped out from between the sheets. Her full breasts were crowned with the twin studs of her erect nipples. Her creamy flesh was coated with a thin glaze of sex sweat, and her little pussy was still squishy with traces of cum and her own natural juices. She pulled on her floor length robe and padded down the hall to the Hudd's bedroom. Because she hadn't bothered with the sash, the robe flowed behind her, leaving her breasts and pussy fully exposed.
Each step which brought the almost naked girl nearer to the other bedroom increased the fervor of her out-of-control desires. Her snatch was so soggy with her own sticky lube - not to mention Mark and George's leftover semen -she heard the slick folds of flesh squishing back and forth. Even before she saw him, she could smell the man's healthy hang of fuck meat. It was as if that cock-and-ball odor was an overpowering cologne flagging all of her faculties.
Brian's handsome physique was stretched out on top of the spread in just his black, silk pajama bottoms. He looked more naked than dressed. His muscular torso and arms were bared, and his fly had gapped open like a taunting invitation to his masculine charms. The lamp on the night stand was on, but the handsome male had his eyes closed.
Connie tiptoed into the room and knelt down by the side of the bed. By the steady rise and fall of Brian's chest the young woman presumed her host was asleep. She could hear the even cadence of his breathing and saw the way his lashes remained closed.
Connie let her fingers hover above the yawning slit of Brian's fly, daring herself to reach inside. She was able to discern the tubular shaft of his flaccid member through the wide incision in his pajama bottoms and the puffy sphere of one of his testicles. That was enough to make her start drooling. The helmeted knob of his large prick was still hidden from sight, but its sleek contours were clearly outlined beneath the thin silk fabric. Deciding the sleeping male wouldn't be any the wiser if she pulled his peter out and gave it a smooch, Connie reached into the fly and extracted Brian's rubbery pecker.
The piece of malleable fuck meat felt alive in her small hands. It draped across her fingers like a ruddy snake. But not for long. She lowered her head to Brain's crotch, intending to take a quick whiff of his genitals and run her tongue over the sensitive glands, when the already thick shaft began to expand. A shudder quaked through the fleshy stem, then the fuck pole started to fill with blood.
Connie's eyes rushed to Brian's face, but the man still appeared to be sleeping. When her gaze returned to the slit in his pajama bottoms, she found her unsuspecting host already on the bone. The flange was a deep mauve, the shaft was as rigid as glass and his egg-sized nuts had shrunken up to his cock base. His magnificent pecker was jutting through his fly like a diving rod looking for water - or something wetter and warmer like her mouth or cunt.
Connie couldn't have denied Brian's stiff dick the pleasure of her mouth even if she had wanted to - and she certainly didn't want to. She closed her lips over the velvet-like crown and took the throbbing cock deep in her throat. With her mouth encircling the hairy base, she crawled onto the bed so she could achieve further penetration. At the same time her robe slipped from her arms and fell to the floor. The naked teenager wanted to get as much of Brian's delicious manmeat into her craw as she could. If it were possible, she would have swallowed his cum-filled balls too. He tasted that good.
Without realizing it, Connie had straddled her knees on either side of Brian's chest and rested on her haunches so her bare ass was hovering above the prone male's face. She wasn't exactly sure when it happened, but presently she became aware that hers was not the only industrious mouth on the bed. She could feel the titillating sensation of a warm tongue squirming into her snatch and lapping at her bloated clit.
"Brian, you're awake!" she stammered as his large fuck pole popped out of her mouth and waved back and forth beneath her jaw. She was looking at him between her full breasts and spread thighs while his wonderful, long tongue took another mind-blowing swipe at her insatiable pussy.
"You bet your sweet ass I'm awake," he grinned back at the little blonde from where his head was positioned between her legs. "You think anyone could sleep through a blow job by a talented cock-sucker like you? You may not have been going down on guys long, but you give the best fucking head in the world." The handsome male's mouth and chin gleamed with the rich overflow of the girl's wanton juices. While Connie watched, he pried her delicate snatch open and rubbed the ball of his nose along the satiny perimeter. His nostrils flared with the pungent aroma trapped in her bush, and more syrupy lube varnished his good looking features.
"I thought you'd gotten a hardon in your sleep," Connie laughed as soon as she got over her shock at finding Brian eating her out. She ran the tip of her tongue into his piss slit and scooped up the precum oozing out. His hips writhed beneath her tits, but he did nothing to intrude upon her tongue job. "I was going to have a cock picnic all by myself, and you wouldn't have known anything about it."
"The laugh's on you then," Brian giggled, stabbing his index finger into the girl's fuck hole while he continued to nose her erect clitoris. "I was playing possum when you snuck in here. I saw you sashaying down the hall in just your open robe, a hot cunt on the prowl for hot cock."
"You mean you were laying like that with your fly gapping open just waiting for me to go down on you?"
"I wasn't sure if you'd start sucking, me off or want to plug my big dick into your tight snatch. But I figured sooner or later you'd trot you beautiful behind down to my room once you realized Alice was gone. I understand how much a novice like you can get hung up on cock, and since I'm the only male in the house, the rest wasn't difficult to deduce. I've been thinking about your gorgeous frame all week. When I got home and knew Alice had to return to the lodge, I decided to feign sickness so she wouldn't ask me to go with her. There's just your twat, my prick and our two mouths. What could be a better arrangement?"
"You deliberately didn't eat dinner?"
"I couldn't very well do that if I were really sick. It wouldn't have been as convincing. I showered and changed as soon as I got home. I figured you'd let me eat something better later on." Once more Brian's face disappeared into Connie's delectable beaver.
"Oh, that feels so fucking good!" The little blonde was beside herself with ecstasy. She felt like her whole body was on fire, and each time Brian's tongue entered her twat, volcanic explosions went off in the soft recesses of her belly. For the moment she forgot all about Mark and George and the three of them getting in on in the living room. Brian was more than enough man for her all by himself. She suspected Paul would be even better, but that still remained to be seen.
"Is that what you want? For me to fuck your box?" Brian goaded. "Do you want to feel my big dick up inside of your almost cherry cunt again?" It excited the twenty-five-year-old all the more knowing he had been the man to deflower her and that he was going to get to enjoy the pleasure of screwing her all over again.
Connie didn't have the heart to tell the good looking male that he wasn't the only stud who had poked his prick into her box. Anymore than she was going to confide in him what she had done with the two horny carpet-layers that afternoon. Instead she yanked his silk pajama pants down and tossed them on top of her robe so her host was as naked as she was. Then she twisted her body around until her snatch was pressed into the pulsating underbelly of his ramrod. "Yes, Brian. I want you to fuck me."
"My cock's all yours, baby," Brian growled deep in his throat while he watched the young woman raise up on her knees. Her lovely tits were heaving up and down with the increased intake of her breath, and her legs were scissored around the muscular flanks of his thighs. She straddled his pelvis and aimed his swollen dickhead at her slick little quim. Like that first time, her snatch didn't look large enough to accept the girth of his fuck pole. "Stick it in, Connie, but don't use your hands. Swallow that fucker with you box."
Doing as he suggested, Connie steered her hips to and fro until Brian's knob slipped into the dewy slash of her cunt. The thick head stalled at the silky lips for a moment, gaining the right angle for penetration, then stabbed into her small fuck hole. In an instant she was filled full of his throbbing meat, tingling to the jammed-packed sensation of his powerful member while she settled her weight on his legs. "That's so lovely," she purred, rising just enough to let a few inches of the fat shaft slide out, then dropping back onto his pecker. "I love the way your cock feels."
Brian elevated his hips, dropped his butt back to the mattress faster than Connie could descend, then watched as his cock impaled her again. Each time he hiked his hind end into the air, she bucked up as if she were riding a bronco, then fell back into the saddle with the horn embedded deep inside her. This was a rodeo the way it should be done, a stallion and his mare exploring the wonders of each other's horny genitals - no hands.
"Faster," Connie encouraged as she felt Tier orgasm peaking and generating a series of miniature discharges in her tummy. "Fuck me faster and harder!"
Because his thrusts were limited with her on top, Brian pushed Connie over onto her back, wrapped her slender legs around his waist and levered his sturdy physique above her trembling frame. Now he was free to really sock it to her. He plowed hard and deep, jarring her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head with each driving slam. Several times he had to pull her back onto the mattress as her head and torso wormed to the edge of the spread. And still his attack persisted. He was surprised at how well she took this second fucking without any complaint of tenderness in her box. Instead she was inducing him to be all the rougher. Intercourse took getting used to, but Connie was enduring their screw like a five-trick-a-day hooker.
"I'm cumming!" she suddenly screamed, then sank her teeth into the fleshy meat of his shoulder while her fingers clawed at his back. She couldn't believe the power of her orgasm. One pent-up rush was topped by the next.
The pleasure-pain of the teenager's eruption sent Brian over the brink. His hips froze, his cock burgeoned larger, then his own convulsing climax peaked. Gush after gush of creamy hot spunk showered the girl's clenching cunt as it squirted up his cum tube and out of his piss hole. The pressure of her vagina was like wearing a well-oiled glove two sizes too small, and it served to drain his balls even more. When he finished shooting his wad, Brian collapsed on top of Connie, totally exhausted.
"You fucked me silly that time, Connie. You really milked the cream out of my gonads. If I didn't know better, I'd say you've been practicing without me."
Still enjoying the euphoria from her billowing climax, Connie lay beneath Brian and muttered, "You fuck the best of any of them."
"The best of who?" Brian questioned, raising his head high enough so he could look down at the little blonde and study her unguarded expression.
Connie's eyes bugged open. She hadn't realized what she had said until it was too late. "I ... a mean ... I ... "
"Who's been planking your box, Connie? I thought you were taking this much too well for your second fuck. How many cocks have you had in your snatch since I busted your cherry?"
Connie blushed and did a quick count. "Three. The postman and the two guys who laid the carpet today."
"And I thought I was protecting you by keeping you grounded," Brian muttered, shaking his head and climbing off of the girl. "I mean it was one thing to walk in on you cunt-sucking the babysitter, but I figured I could keep your little quim as private property for just my dick for awhile."
"You're not mad are you?"
"No, Connie. It's your cunt. You can do what you want to with it. But don't get carried away. They have names for girls like that. And as much as you like to fuck and suck, you're not one of those girls. You're something special."
CHAPTER NINE
Alice looked forward to her solitary afternoons during the week. She handled her domestic chores in the morning which left the house all to herself until Connie arrived from school. It had been nicer before they had begun boarding the college student, but the extra money kept her from having to get a job to help meet their expenses.
The young housewife found the teenager to be little or no trouble, except when Alice and Brian wanted to have sex. So far that had proven to be only a minor inconvenience. Now their bareassed antics were restricted to the bedroom. No more impulsive banging on the couch after a late night talk show or Alice greeting her husband at the door wearing just her high heels and a smile. No having her pussy eaten out while she was preparing dinner or getting fucked doggie style on the stairs. But knowing someone else was in the house while Brian stuffed his big dick up her stanch had an appeal all of its own for the attractive redhead. It reminded her of the times they had screwed in her parent's home before they were married.
Up until the last week or so Brian was the type of guy who was ready to suck and fuck at the drop of her panties or a glimpse of one of her perky tits. The pretty redhead only had to dart her eyes to her husband's plump basket, and his big cock sprang into action. He was an instant hardon anytime of the day or night. Since she had never been naked with another male, Alice presumed guys were always like that, walking around with a hair trigger in their cum-filled balls, available to do stud duty at the least little invitation.
But something had changed in Alice and Brian's relationship. It had started the night of her initiation as an officer into her lodge. That had marked the first time in four years of marriage Brian had said no to any of her sexual advances. Alice remembered she had paid Brenda and seen the babysitter to the door, then traipsed upstairs expecting to find Brian naked and cockhard. He was always randy as hell for some cock-and-cunt action after having a couple drinks. But that night she had found him curled up under the covers with his back to her side of the bed, the covers at his groin not even threatening to tent out. Even when the redhead undressed in front of him and flaunted her dampening pussy in his face, Brian just patted her on the ass and told her good-night. That wasn't like her husband at all.
Alice's second rejection from Brian came last Saturday, the evening she returned from counting the proceeds of the bake sale. Connie had been in her room, and though her husband had eaten and showered, he still complained of feeling sick. Sunday and Monday had found Brian no more responsive to Alice's subtle suggestions to screw. Both nights she'd had duties to perform at the lodge and had returned home late. But she hadn't connected her absences with Brian's diminishing interest in her tits and ass. Nor did it dawn on her that their college border could have anything to do with his not wanting to fuck.
Today because she was feeling hornier than usual, Alice stripped her clothes off at two and stepped into the shower. She ran the bar of soap over her full breasts, lathering them back and forth until her nipples stood up stiff, then worked the soap down to her crotch. Her shaggy crop of red pubes was a sudsy carpet in no time at all. Without even thinking, she slipped the soap between the sensitive lips of her cunt, and her little clit bloated out at the top of her spread beaver. What am I doing? she asked herself when she realized she was masturbating. Except to incite Brian, she never played with herself.
No sooner had Alice shut the shower off, toweled dry and donned a long terry robe, then the front doorbell rang. Feeling naked and wanton beneath the loose-fitting garment, she padded downstairs to the foyer. Four days without the sensation of Brian's big dick pumping in and out of her mouth or quim had taken its toll. She was so horny she could have fucked anything in pants.
"Special Deliver, but this time it has your name on it," a sandy-haired youth announced in a lusty tone. He was standing on the stoop with his back to the young housewife. His mail bag instead of being slung over his shoulder was draped in front of his groin.
"For me?" Alice questioned, puzzled that a postman would try to make a delivery with his back to the door. She wasn't aware that her belt had come undone and that her big titties and aroused quim were on display.
"This afternoon it's something a lot better than a letter." With that Jerry Frazer spun around and let his mail bag drop to his feet. He was dressed the same as the last time he rang the Hudd's bell, blue shirt and shorts with white knee socks and black shoes. He had taken the liberty of pulling his zipper down, and his big uncut dick was sticking out of his fly along with his low-hanging balls. The slender youth already had his foreskin peeled back, and his large ruddy knob-was coated with a glaze of shiny lube.
It took Jerry a couple of moments to accept that the woman standing before him wasn't the girl he'd expected. When he came to his senses and realized it wasn't Connie he was exposing his genitals to, he dropped his hands to his crotch. It was a near futile effort. The teenager's slim palms did little to conceal his man-sized boner, and his testicles swayed beneath his knuckles like a pair of fleshy goose eggs.
Alice's gaze dropped to the boy's open fly, and her eyes expanded to the size of saucers. The kid was easily as well hung as Brian, and his handsome pecker was even fatter around. She was immediately intrigued by the foreskin sheathing the smooth shaft and the nest of wiry pubes bushing out of his zipper. She could feel the rasping of her lungs as she started to pant. At twenty-four, she had never seen an erection other than her husband's - as a matter of fact, she had never seen another man's cock and balls, hard or soft. Instead of being turned off, she could sense her own genitals responding to the lewd teenager. He was brandishing exactly what she'd been craving the past four days. "Are you sure you have the right house?" she managed to stammer, not being able to look the youngster in the face.
Blushing and still clutching his crotch, Jerry's eyes danced to the house number, then back to the redhead's magnificent tits and silky bush. He loved the way her nipples pointed outwards and the pinkish hue of her gapping organ. "This is the Hudd house, isn't it?" he questioned after clearing his throat. He would have tried to stuff his burgeoning meat and oversized balls back into his fly but he knew there was no way he could make himself presentable without creating a spectacle of himself. Besides, the older woman was even more naked than the little blonde had been when the college student answered the door that first afternoon. There was just an outside chance he and his stiff dick were in for another pleasant surprise.
"Yes," Alice answered.
"Where's Connie?" Jerry asked, letting his hands fall to his sides and giving the pretty woman an open shot of his aroused genitals. A shudder went through his fat shaft, and his cockhead bobbed about in front of his spread zipper. A second shudder forced an ooze of precum to bubble out of the piss hole.
"Connie?" the redhead gasped while she watched the kid's fuck pole quiver in response to the flesh she was showing. Their college boarder struck her as being so young and innocent, it never would have crossed her mind that the "Special Delivery" hardon was meant for their in-resident student.
"Doesn't a blonde girl live here by that name?"
"Yes, she does," Alice replied. "But what does she have to do with you?"
Jerry knew he was letting the cat out of the bag by the cautious way the red-headed woman was responding, but he had already gone too far. "She invited me in the last time I had a Special Delivery for this address. I thought she might be home today."
"She's still at school," Alice said, "but if you want to come in, you're welcomed." Normally the housewife never would have permitted herself to have been so brazen, but four days without sex was making her think with the slash between her legs inside of her brain. Besides, the young postman and his rigid prick seemed more than willing to accommodate her desires. She backed into the foyer and watched as Jerry picked up his mail bag and entered the house with his large cock still jutting through his open zipper.
"Did you and Connie ... ?" Alice's voice trailed off, not knowing how to phrase what she wanted to ask.
"Fuck?" Jerry replied, finishing it for her as he placed his mail bag on a chair in the living room and turned back to face the older woman. He broke into a impish grin. "Did we ever! She sucked on my cock and let me eat her box, then I shoved my dick up her tight little snatch. It was really super!"
"Connie sucked and fucked with you?" Alice still couldn't believe that the teen-aged student had let a stranger knocking on their door bang her box.
Jerry took a step toward the redhead, unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to his ankles. With a shrug he got rid of his underpants and shirt. He was standing in front of Alice in just his knee socks and shoes, his young member stiff and all but throbbing out of control. "Sure, up in the bathroom. She said I could come back to fuck her again, but they switched my route. This is the first day I've been on your street since the day Connie and I got it on."
"But I thought Connie was a virgin," Alice remarked as her robe fell off her shoulders. She knew she should have felt awkward about being naked with the teenager, but she was too horny to care. And since he was so impatient to disrobe, she had no qualms about discarding the little she had on.
"I guess she was until some guy named Brian busted her cherry. Connie plucked mine for me." He reached out and let his fingers run along Alice's thigh until they reached the parted lips of her already damp pussy. With one subtle thrust, three of his fingers slipped inside up to the second knuckle.
Because she was so turned on, Alice's reaction to the discovery that her husband had deflowered their innocent-looking house guest was nothing more than a casual expression of surprise. She needed the boy's heated ramrod up inside of her too much to give anything else more than a second thought. "That feels so good. What's your name?"
"Jerry," the youth answered, stepping closer and forcing his fingers further up the older woman's snatch while he used his free hand to tease her already erect nipples. Because the redhead was older than he, this was even more exciting than making it with Connie.
"I'm Alice," the woman replied. She dropped her hand to the young man's groin and let her fingers encircle the girth of his hardon. The hot piece of meat felt wonderful in her grasp. She stroked it back and forth, watching the hood of foreskin glide forward to cap the lower section of the swollen crown, then disappear along the shaft.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Jerry confirmed as he pulled his fingers out of her soggy box. Even with the little experience he had, the nineteen-year-old knew the housewife was more than ready for his stiff dick.
"Yes," Alice murmured, letting her eyes flutter shut as the youth wrapped his arms around her waist and brought their bodies close together. "I want you to fuck me." The hardon points of her small nipples pressed into the slender muscles of his masculine chest, and she could feel his hands exploring the plump hemispheres of her beautiful behind. Her cunt needed to be fucked now more than anything else in the world. She wanted this stranger to make up for her husband's neglect of the past four days and to take her here and now.
Without another word, Jerry scrunched his trim hips down, positioned his large flange at the mouth of the redhead's hungry cunt and stabbed upwards. His big dick thrust all the way in until nothing but his balls were hanging out. He back-pedaled and humped again, watching the expression of delight on Alice's flushed features. Before long he was fucking her in earnest, thrilling to the slippery sensations of her twat as well as her glowing facial reactions to each of his powerful jabs.
This is exactly what I've been yearning for, Alice thought as the kid fucked her standing up. It was then that she realized she had gotten so she needed the feel of a stiff dick impaling her lusty box every single day. If Brian thought she was being unfaithful to him, it was his own fault. Her husband hadn't been exactly the image of fidelity himself. He had taken liberties with Connie that neither of the Hudd's would have considered a couple months ago. Alice thought about Brian busting the little blonde's cherry, imagining the way his handsome dick looked jabbing into the girl's fresh box, then put it to the back of her mind. She had better to things to concentrate on at the moment. She would deal with Brian's infraction when she had the chance.
Jerry backed Alice up to the couch, toppled her over onto the cushions, then knelt between the redhead's legs without once removing his inflexible dick from her clenching cunt. He was fucking like a pro now, with none of the awkwardness he had experienced with the college girl. Part of it was due to his own budding self-confidence, and part was because of the housewife's eagerness. A half a dozen slams later, his hips froze and he felt his nuts give up their load of creamy spunk. Gush after gush of hot manseed flooded Alice's pussy.
"I'm cumming!" she purred in a throaty whisper, feeling the force of his jism showering her insides while thunder-bolts jarred every nerve-ending in her body. It was as good as when Brian and she climaxed together. "Oh, how wonderful. You fucked me until I came." The redhead was still enthralled with her multiple orgasm when the youngster pulled his dick out of her snatch. She watched through misty eyes as he hiked up his underpants and shorts.
"I have to go," Jerry said, "or I won't finish with my rounds on time. I loved what you let me do; you're a beautiful lady." He retrieved his mail bag from the chair and started for the door.
"If you have another Special Delivery, don't hesitate to bring it over," Alice smiled from the couch just before he disappeared outside. The woman was laying on the edge of the cushions with her legs spread and her cunt dripping the youth's just-fucked cum. She was too wrapped up in the glow of her orgasm to see him out.
CHAPTER TEN
Connie couldn't put her finger on it, but Alice was treating her differently than she usually did. From the moment the girl arrived home from school and all through dinner, the pretty redhead kept smiling at the student and making sexual references. Up until they finished with their desert, Alice hadn't said anything overt, but the gist of her comments had just enough of an erotic undertone to put the teenager on the alert.
When Brian suggested he was going to shower and change into his pajamas, Alice had quipped, "Be sure to get your goodies all nice and clean. Maybe Connie would like to soap up your privates. Sometimes a man's peter needs that woman's touch."
The handsome male shot his wife a puzzled scowl, glanced at their teenaged boarder who just shrugged her shoulders and lowered her gaze, then marched upstairs. Seconds later the pair of females heard the shower come on while they cleared the table.
"Can't you just imagine how Brian looks, all gleaming wet and naked with his big dick swinging over his low slung balls?" Alice jibbed. "He's got a beautiful large cock, you know."
Connie turned three shades of red, and it was all she could do to keep from dropping the plates she was carrying from the dining room to the kitchen. She had never heard Alice talk like that before.
Seeing the girl's mounting discomfort, Alice followed her to the sink with the rest of their dinner implements. "You should see his peter when it pumps full of blood. The knob swells so large I can barely get it in my mouth. It feels so hot and good when he's got the full length snugged into my cunt - especially when Brian fucks me doggie style. Do you like to fuck doggie style, Connie?"
Keeping her eyes lowered to the floor, Connie shook her head. She didn't understand what had gotten into her hostess, but all of this sex talk about Alice's husband was not only embarrassing the nineteen-year-old - it was turning her on as well. She could feel the crotch of her panties saturating with the overflow of her sticky lube. Her sex juices were flowing like a small waterfall. She only hoped that Alice would hurry up and leave for the lodge as she had announced she was going to do when they sat down to dinner. "I don't know," she muttered.
"Before you came to live with us, Brian and I used to fuck doggie style on the stairs all of the time. Or he'd lay on his back on the steps and I'd sit on his face. Then I'd lean down and gobble up his prick while he ate out my box. I love sixty-nining with Brian. He's the best cunt lapper in town."
Somehow Connie managed to help get the dishes into the dish washer and retire to the living room before Brian came down dressed in just the bottoms of his black pajamas. Much to the girl's dismay, Alice kept up a flow of expletives boasting of her husband's sexual equipment and abilities all through their clearing of the table. By the time Brian waltzed into the room and sat down on the chair opposite the couch where Connie had perched herself, the teenager was so hot all she could do was leer at the gapping fly of the man's silk garment.
"Doesn't he look sexy like that?" Alice purred as she entered the room. "There he sits all bare-chested and macho, with nothing on but those flimsy pajama bottoms. Why I can see his peter through the opening in front. He might as well be sitting there buck naked. It's enough to make your pussy drool, isn't it Connie?"
Connie gulped. She flashed a questioning expression at Alice, and then at Brian. The twenty-five-year-old male did look good enough to eat, but the teenager couldn't believe that his wife was making such a point of it. Alice's lusty remarks only served to inflame the young girl's vagina all the more.
"Alice, what the fuck has gotten into you?" Brian grumbled. He lowered his hand to his crotch to shield the bare tube of flesh peeping through his gapping fly. He also was shocked by the woman's brash observations and wished she would depart for her lodge. The sooner the better. He felt like a sex object being put on display for the highest bidder.
"Why nothing, dear," Alice beamed as she walked over to the couch and sat down next to their house guest. Like Connie, the attractive redhead had on a skirt and blouse, only Alice was wearing high heels and stockings. Connie had on tube socks and sneakers. "It's just with you being the only male in the house with both of us woman, it's difficult not to notice your masculine attributes." Before Brian could respond, Alice turned to Connie. "I had the most interesting delivery today. Special Delivery for you."
"For me?" Connie asked in a meek voice. The change of subject caught the girl off guard.
"Yes, it was brought here by a postman named Jerry. He's a sandy-haired youth just as sexy as Brian. I'm sure you must remember him. He had so many endearing things to tell me about you."
Connie nodded without saying anything. She wasn't sure where this was leading, but she had a sinking feeling they were going to find out all too soon. She felt even more uncomfortable than she had earlier.
"So where is her letter?" Brian inquired, relieved that his wife had chosen to switch topics. The past few nights Alice had taken off for the lodge right after dinner. He couldn't understand why she was procrastinating now. The surge in his loins told him if she didn't leave soon, he'd be supporting a full-fledged hardon. Her lusty talk was getting through to him too.
"Well, it actually wasn't a letter. I'll need your help to show Connie," Alice replied with an even smile. "Could you come here for a moment, dear?"
With apprehension scowling his handsome features, Brian got to his feet and padded over to the coffee table. His pajama bottoms had eased low enough on his trim hips so his navel was a good two inches above the waistband and the top of his pubic thatch was fluffing over the edge. He was barely aware of Alice grabbing the end of the drawstring and giving it a tug when his pajamas tumbled down to his calves. He was standing there in front of the two females bareassed from his shoulders to his knees with his big dick slowly unfurling.
"This was Jerry's Special Delivery for you, Connie," Alice cooed, wrapping her fist around the fat base of her husband's rubbery prick. She stroked the shaft while she watched the young girl's face blush all the more. "Or similar to what that cute postman had ready for you. Only Jerry's pecker was big and hard and sticking out of his fly. Maybe this will help." She leaned forward and closed her lips over the expanding piece of fuck meat. Her oral attentions had the desired effect. As the tip of her tongue squirmed into the piss hole, Brian's dick jerked to full staff. Soon the knob was lodged halfway down his wife's throat.
"That's more like what Jerry delivered this afternoon," Alice proclaimed after uncorking her mouth and holding Brian's rigid pecker out for Connie's inspection. "Since I took the cock that was meant for your mouth and cunt, you're welcomed to Brian's boner. Turnabout's fair play. Don't be bashful. Go ahead and kiss his dick. It won't be like it's the first time you've ever gone down on Brian, will it?"
Connie was so shocked by seeing Alice strip off Brian's pajamas and suck his cock up to full mast in front of her, in a reflexive action the girl reached out to accept the man's throbbing hardon. It was Brian who brought her to her senses.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Alice?" the handsome man stammered as he watched Connie reaching for his exposed groin. His anger was manufactured. As much as he was alarmed by his wife's comments, he was that excited to be standing before the two females naked and cockhard. "She's just an innocent girl. You shouldn't be corrupting her by sucking my dick in front of her."
"I'm not corrupting her as much as you did," Alice spat, pulling Brian closer by his dick and forcing his boner into the little blonde's hand. "She might have been innocent before you busted her cherry, but that's all changed now, hasn't it? Go ahead, honey. I want to see you nurse on Brian's big dick. I want to see my husband fuck your face."
Connie gazed at Brian whose jaw had dropped open, then at the pecker pulsating in her hand. She knew there was more than lust in Alice's eyes, but the younger woman couldn't help herself. Brian's cum tube was quaking against her palm, and his pudgy testicles were pressing against her fingertips. She lowered her head to the man's crotch and let his fuck pole glide into her mouth and over her tongue. Then she closed her lips over the fat shaft and started working her way toward the hairy base.
"So this is what you and Connie do while I'm at my lodge meetings every night. Fuck and suck your brains out behind my back. You've been having a good time eating out her snatch while she blows you, then poking your prick up her not-so-innocent twat," Alice stammered as she watched more and more of her husband's fleshy ramrod drill into the little blonde's throat. "You've been too sick or too tired to hump my box because you're getting it from this horny teenager." The redhead's accusations were a mixture of passion and wrath. Watching Connie giving head to Brian was having the same intriguing effect on her as her erotic intonations had had on both of them. The crotch of her panties were as soaked pussy juice as the teenager's.
"It's not the way it seems," Brian protested with a sheepish smirk. He was bending at the knees and forcing his pelvis outwards so Connie could take more of his tube steak in her throat. Face fucking the college student in front of his wife was more than a turn on, even with Alice reprimanding him.
"It seems like your cock has found another cunt to fuck," Alice snapped. "It seems like you couldn't keep your hands off the other pussy in the house, like you caught a whiff of fresh young snatch and had to get your licks in. How did you talk her into letting you bust her cherry? Did you sneak into her bedroom with your stiff dick in your hand, teasing her with something like 'How about trying this piece of hard candy, sweetheart?'"
"It started with the babysitter's beaver," Brian moaned, feeling his flange sink deeper in Connie's vacuum-like gullet. It was all the man could do to keep himself from shooting his ready-to-squirt wad down the girl's constricting throat. No matter what kind of problems she was causing, Connie was a top notch cocksucker. "I came home the night they were inaugurating you into your lodge and walked in on Connie down between Brenda's legs eating out her box. One thing led to another, and we got into a three-way with me sticking it to Brenda while Connie watched us fuck. Then the next night Connie asked me if I would break her hymen. I didn't go sniffing around her cunt begging for a piece of ass. It just happened."
"Connie was sucking Brenda's cunt?" Alice quizzed, her wrath suddenly evaporating as she watched the little blonde's mouth bob up and down her husband's pecker. The last few hours had supplied one surprising revelation after another about their boarder. Having sex with another woman was as new to Alice as her seduction of the young postman, but the wanton redhead was game to give it a try. She unfastened the girl's skirt and slid it off with Connie's underpants and blouse. Then she stripped off her own skirt, blouse and undies.
Because neither woman was wearing a bra they were both naked except for their foot gear. Connie had kicked off her sneakers, so she only had on her tube socks. Alice was still wearing her stockings and heels. The nipples of their large tits stood straight out, and their furry bushes were drenched with their respective cunt juices.
Brian watched his wife climb between Connie's legs and position her face level with the younger female's beaver. The redhead was laying on her back on the coffee table. He knew what Alice had in mind, and he was as anxious to see her go down on the little blonde as she was to do it. But first he had a question. "What did you mean by turnabout's fair play? What did you do with that postman when he showed up with his Special Delivery sticking out of his fly?"
It was Alice's turn to look sheepish. She stared past Brian's saliva-drenched shaft up into his face. "I couldn't help myself. Jerry caught me getting out the shower. Somehow my robe came off and I was naked with him. He already had his zipper down and his meat out. Before I knew it, I was letting him fuck me. I hope you don't mind."
"How can I mind if you let another dick slip into your cunt? Look what I've been doing with the pussy I've found." Brian answered with a shrug. "I'll tell you this, fooling around like this may be risky for our marriage, but it's put a lot of fire back into our sex life. I've never been this horny. And look at you. You're ready to try eating hair pie."
Alice had to agree. The growing complacency they had shared had given way to a new blossoming of lust. She and Brian were randier than ever, and just when it looked like their love life was settling in. She raised her head and thrust her tongue into Connie's pink twat. After a few minutes, she pulled her face away. "This is nice, but I'd rather be fucked."
Brian pulled his cock out of Connie's mouth. "Your wish is my command. Sorry, honey," he added with a smirk in the younger woman's direction. With that he knelt between Alice's legs and shoved his pecker balls deep into her hungry snatch. In no time at all they had reached a steady rhythm, with the redhead raising her ass to meet each of his thrusts.
Connie settled back into the chair with her legs spread and thrown over the arms. While she watched Brian and Alice balling, she poked her fingers into her own fuck hole, working them in and out faster and faster. When the married couple climaxed with Brian shooting his gooey discharge all over Alice's belly, the little blonde came too.
"If you don't mind waiting, you can have the next fuck," Brian offered after getting a reassuring nod from Alice.
"No, that's okay," Connie responded. "I think there's someone I'd like to be alone with now if I'm not grounded anymore."
"Suit yourself," Brian answered. "But I would love to fuck you again."
Connie had already picked up her clothes and was heading toward the stairs to shower and change. "It's enough to know that I don't have to sit down here listening to the two of you screwing over my head anymore. Now we can all do it together. That's super."
"And if we get bored," Alice chimed, "there's always the postman ... "
" ... and the babysitter," Brian grinned.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Connie stabbed her tongue into Paul's mouth, then pulled back as she felt his lips release their grip. The two of them were parked on a deserted road with the windows rolled down and a balmy breeze fluttering through the branches overhead. Both of their bodies were squashed behind the steering wheel.
"I couldn't believe it when you called tonight," he breathed into her ear, kissing along her neck and down into the front of her unbuttoned blouse. His tongue dallied with the cleavage showing above her lacy bra as he sampled her sweet flesh. "I've had half a hardon ever since we hung up. It was a real problem getting to and back from the showers."
Connie slid her hand to the V of the basketball star's muscular thighs and squeezed the rigid bulge thrusting out the full length of his zipper. "Feels like more than half a hardon to me."
"Oh, I want you so bad," the handsome sophomore whispered. "You make my nuts ache night and day. I want to suck your pussy and fuck your face and feel my cock sliding up into your snatch. I love you, Connie. I may make it with other girls, but it's you I love."
Two weeks ago, such a declaration would have confused and alarmed the young woman. But Connie knew exactly what Paul meant. Being naked and having sex with someone was not the same as loving them. She had been fucked by four other men, felt four other peckers squirt their cummy loads into her inner cunt and dick hungry throat, but she hadn't doubted her feelings for Paul for even a moment.
"I love you too," she answered as she unzipped his slacks. Moments later she had the snap undone and his pants and briefs shoved down to his knees. She wrapped her fingers around his handsome boner and gave it a longing squeeze. His unveiled prick looked as large and powerful in her small fist as it had that first time. She didn't know how she had ever gotten the knob into her mouth, let alone the shaft. "And I love your cock. I want to feel that beautiful fuck pole ramming up inside of my juicy cunt. I want you to fuck me too, Paul."
"Are you ready?" he asked, undoing the rest of her buttons and shoving her blouse off. Paul played with the catch on her bra and soon had her tits bared. He lowered his face to one of her titties and sucked on the nipple till it stood up firm and shiny in the moonlight.
"Oh yes, Paul, I'm ready," Connie purred, thrilling to the feel of his mouth and tongue on her bare skin. The sensation swam through her body, electrifying the sensitive tissue of her cunt lips and causing her clit to become as hard as his cock. Though she had just put them on, her panties were already soggy with pussy juice. "I think I've been ready since that first date we had."
Paul raised his head, gazing into Connie's green eyes. "I mean, did you manage to break your cherry for me? Is your cunt ready to accept my cock or do you still have your hymen intact?"
Because she didn't want to explain how she had lost her virginity, Connie only nodded and said, "Yes, I broke my cherry." She gave his throbbing dick another squeeze, then moved aside so Paul could push his slacks the rest of the way off along with his shoes and socks. Seconds later, he'd stripped off his shirt as well.
The well-muscled young man opened the car door and stood on the grass, balls naked from head to foot. His thick member jutted up from his swaying testicles, a fleshy lance ready to ravage her little quim. His slender but sinewy chest and thighs were covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and a smile coursed across his handsome lips.
Connie studied Paul's wavy hair which was as dark as the wiry pubes that thatched his genitals, the rippling expanse of his hairless chest and the breadth of his broad shoulders. The well hung sophomore was as handsome as any male she could ever want. Now at long last the little blonde was going to be able to reward humpy twenty-year-old with the pleasure of her womanhood. She was trembling as she scampered out of the rest of her clothes while he waited and watched. When she was as nude as he, she took his hand and let him help her out of the car.
"Are we going to fuck in the woods?" she asked as he slipped two fingers into the moist crack of her snatch while she latched onto the one-eyed monster jutting up from his groin.
"No, on top of the car," Paul answered as he led Connie around to the hood of his Mustang. He helped the naked girl up on top, then spread her legs far apart. Moments later his nose was burrowing into her twat along with his tongue.
Connie knew why Brenda had praised Paul as an expert pussy eater. He licked her cunt like no one had. He was chewing as well as sucking, and the sensation, instead of making her raw, was only serving to drive her wanton desires to higher planes. By the time the tender pressure of his teeth clamped down on her swollen clit she was ready to scream with joy. She was already cumming and he was only progressing through his normal foreplay. When the handsome young man finally came up from air, his face was splattered with the sticky discharge from her vulva.
"Paul, fuck me," she pleaded, humping her ass up and down on the hood of the car. She was so hot she was drooling pussy lube onto the polished surface between her thighs. "Shove you big cock up my cunt. I need you inside of me now!"
The bareassed sophomore had intended to nurse on the girl's lovely tits again and then eat some more hair pie. But he knew that Connie needed to be screwed. He worked her hind end down to the fender, raised on his tiptoes and eased his cockhead into her snug quim. He expected a show of discomfort from the little blond, but instead she thrust her hips forward, impaling herself even deeper on his mighty ramrod.
Connie wasn't satisfied until she had ever inch of Paul's throbbing boner stuffed up her snatch. She scissored her legs around his waist and shoved her pussy as close to his groin as she could. In one smooth swoop, the entire length of his thick shaft knifed into her fuck hole, balls deep and feeling like a fiery poker. Then she jack hammered her pelvis back and forth, digging her nails into his bare back while she hugged her breasts to his powerful torso.
Paul didn't know whether he was fucking Connie or she was fucking him. For a girl who had just busted her own cherry, she was taking his stiff meat like a pro. She couldn't seem to get enough of his cock. He wanted to slow down to make her first fuck last, but she kept working her hips back and forth faster and faster. In no time at all, he felt that point-of-no-return and his cum-filled nuts releasing their creamy discharge. Connie kept right on riding him until his pecker wilted and slipped out of her cunt.
"That was wonderful, Paul. Just wonderful," Connie sighed as she fell back onto the hood of the car with her legs spread. She was panting hard and finding it difficult to regain control.
The basketball star stood staring at the little blonde with his hands on his hips. His cock, though flaccid, was dangling down past his low-hanging balls, and a puzzled expression was on his lips. "Did you bust your cherry by playing with yourself?"
Connie eyed Paul, then shook her head. "Not exactly."
"This wasn't your first fuck, was it?" His words sounded like an accusation.
Again Connie shook her head.
"Who busted your cherry?"
"Brian," Connie answered in a frightened tone. She was afraid that everything she had longed for had just flown out the window because she hadn't been wise enough to guard her passions.
"Who's Brian?"
"One of the people I stay with."
"Is it something serious?"
"Oh no. We just had sex together. I asked him to break my cherry because I thought that was what you wanted."
"Is that the only stud who's stuck his dick into your box?"
"No," Connie answered lowering her eyes. "There have been others."
"How many others?"
"Three."
"Three?"
"Two carpet-layers and the postman," Connie blurted, not wanting to size up Paul's reaction. Brian had warned her that her sexual appetite might label her as a slut, and she was afraid that was all she had become to the handsome youth standing naked in front of her.
"You like to fuck?"
"Yes, but you fuck the very best, Paul," she answered, forcing herself to look him in the eyes.
His response was something of a surprise. "Do you mean that?"
"You fuck as good as you suck, and you suck cunt the best of any of them."
Instead of anger there was look of pride and satisfaction on Paul's face. "This might sound a little kinky, but I want a girl I can love and share at the same time. Do you know what I mean? Someone I can swap with other couples I know but who ends up with me when the night is over. No matter how much we love each other, fucking the same snatch has to get mundane after awhile. I don't want that to happen to us. Do you think you can handle that Connie? I meant to break it to you more gently, but since you've already gotten experience on your own, I guess it's only fair to level with you. If I pledge myself to you for keeps does it have to be just my cock and your cunt?"
"Paul, that's perfect," Connie cried, slipping to the edge of the fender again and throwing her arms around his neck. "I was afraid you thought I was a slut."
"Never," he whispered, hugging her as he kissed her on the lips. "I just think there should be more to sex than the same two people making it together all of the time."
"Do you want to make it with someone else tonight?" Connie asked.
"Are you serious?" Paul chimed, not believing his ears.
"Sure. Come on." Connie rushed to the open car door and slid across to the passenger side. When she saw Paul reaching for his clothes, she grabbed his underpants from him. "We'll go the way we are. That'll be a real blast."
It took a moment for the idea of driving bareassed back into town to settle with Paul, but seconds later he broke into a toothy grin and slipped naked behind the wheel. "I hope you know what the fuck you're doing," he said as he turned on the motor and sped down the highway.
"I think you'll like Brian and Alice," Connie said as she lowered her head to Paul's lap and sucked on his cock. By the time they pulled into the Hudd's driveway, the youth's pecker was back up to full staff.
Together the raced nude from the car to the front door. Connie burst into the house with Paul on her heels. Her tits were bobbing around as much as his cock and balls. They found Brian and Alice still naked in the living room sixty-nining on the couch.
"Guys, I've got someone I want you to meet," and with that Connie tugged her bareassed boyfriend into the parlor.
