Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait laced, middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors. There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably, there is the advent of mate swapping. All in the spirit of good clean fun but where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what? When the children set as the pattern of their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of what outwardly appears to be a normal average American family. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for this family, pleasures of the flesh are the norm.
MOM AND DAUGHTER GO WILD-a novel of fiction for entertainment.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Phyllis Irwin lay stretched out on the bed in all her naked beauty, waiting for her husband. She was grinning in lewd anticipation of the fucking she was going to get and at the surprise Floyd had coming to him. She just hoped he wouldn't raise too much hell about it.
"Hey, honey!" she called. "Hurry up, huh?" "Be with you in just a few more moments," Floyd called back from the bathroom.
Oh, for God's sake, Phyllis thought. Floyd always insisted on showering and shaving at night before going to bed, and he never changed that habit. Even though he was going out of town on business tomorrow morning and would be gone a whole week and this was their last chance to fuck before he left, he still had to follow that stupid habit. With a luscious and loving wife waiting for him he had to faithfully shower and shave off every last whisker.
Usually she didn't mind waiting. In fact, she rather enjoyed the clean, healthy smell of her husband when he came to her. But not tonight, dear God, no, not tonight! Tonight her nipples were stiff and her clitty was burning with her need. Tonight she needed to get fucked and she squirmed on the bed restlessly.
Again, she grinned at the erotic picture she made, sprawled out stark naked atop the sheets. In all their years of marriage, Floyd had seldom, if ever, found her lying like this, all bare and beautiful, waiting for him. He was a terribly shy man, and she usually went along with his wishes. But somehow tonight was different. Tonight she felt surprisingly horny, and she felt like surprising Floyd.
"Ooohhh, hurry, darling, hurry, dammit!" she whimpered. Her whole pussy was throbbing and itching with desire. The fleshy lips of her cunt mouth were swollen and hot, and she could feel the slippery juices oozing wantonly from the twitching little pussy. Cooing softly to herself, feeling ever so wicked, she ran her hands down over the ripe, luscious curves of her trembling body, stroking her big meaty tits and fingering the furry little slot of her cunt. From the bathroom she could hear the sound of running water.
Floyd didn't know what he was missing. Phyllis was a succulent little blonde with large, jutting tits and a trim waist and firm, flaring ass cheeks and long, sweetly fleshed legs and a tight, delicious-looking pussy hole beneath the silky curls of her muff. And tonight that sumptuous body was especially foxy because of her raging horniness. Her titties were flushed, the nipples swollen into pointy spikes, and her cunt hole was beaded with glistening drops of pussy cream. "Mmmmmmm," she whined. "Oohhh, Floyd. Hurry the hell up! I need you so much!" She gently thumbed the quivery peaks of her tits, sending hot flashes of pure lust racing down to her snug little pussy slot. Her clitty vibrated in response.
She passed one flat palm down over the fluttering plane of her tummy and cupped the hairy mound of her pussy. Massaging the damp slit of her cunt firmly, she felt shivers of ecstasy jolt her. Horny beyond words, she stiffened her middle finger and poked it between the fleshy lips of her cunt, diddling the fat little stub of her clitty. She rubbed her fingertip against the bloated nubbin, squirming her clenched ass cheeks around on the bed.
"Ooohhhhhhh!" she panted hotly.
Her fingers felt wonderful as they played with her juicy cunt, and she knew she could bring herself off. But she really wanted Floyd's big strong cock. Her hot little clitty ached to feel his thick prick rubbing over it. Her eyes grew soft and dreamy as she pictured her handsome husband pounding his hot prick in and out her greasy cunt slit. "Aahhh, Floyd!" she gasped. "C'mon, honey, get on in here!" She could depend on Floyd to give her one hell of a good fucking once he got started. But she was also just as sure that somehow it wouldn't be completely satisfactory. Something would be missing. She never had been able to figure out exactly what was wrong with their sex lives. Floyd had a big, handsome prick and he knew how to use it. And there was certainly nothing lacking in her eagerness to fuck. Phyllis still had the same girlish figure she'd had when they'd first met, even if she did now have a teenaged daughter. So what was wrong? The last few years she'd begun to feel a vague sense of dissatisfaction. It was nothing concrete, but it was always there, just below the surface of their otherwise happy, contented life together. Lately she had even taken to wondering what it would feel like to fuck other men: She'd been a virgin on her wedding night and had always remained faithful to Floyd, but lately she'd begun to wonder. But no, those were wicked thoughts and she tried to take her mind off them by rubbing her fingertip over the swollen little stump of her clitty. Juicy excitement shot through her and her whole hand was soon wetly soaked with her steaming pussy cream. Her pretty face flushed with arousal and she began to pump her ass up and down.
"Oohhh, shit, that's nice," she cooed.
But not as good as Floyd's big cock, she told herself. She'd been fingering her cunt quite a lot in the last few months, bringing herself off and giving herself the satisfaction that was somehow lacking in her fuck-sessions with Floyd.
She'd started feeling a little guilty, almost as though she were cheating on her husband.
But, dammit, she shouldn't have to jerk herself off! She was a married woman, with a big-cocked husband. It was all she could do to resist the temptation to scamper right into that bathroom and throw herself naked all over Floyd.
But she knew she couldn't do such a thing. He'd never forgive her for acting so slutty.
So instead, she gripped the slick little nubbin of her clit between her thumb and forefinger and began squeezing it madly. She squealed loudly and rolled back and forth on the bed, humping her crotch against her hand. She couldn't wait for Floyd any longer. If he'd rather shave than fuck his hot wife, then just to hell with him!
"Uuuhhhhhhh," she whimpered. "Oohh, shit, I got to cum!" Just a few more strokes of her stiff finger, a few more kneading squeezes on her clitty, that's all she needed. She finger-fucked herself more slowly while her seething little pussy oozed hot, creamy syrup onto her hand. She giggled and squealed and mewled as she twisted and bucked on the bed in horny excitement.
Her finger started sawing in and out faster and faster until she finally couldn't control herself another second. She had to cum or go out of her mind!
She was just about to get off when she saw the bathroom light go off and knew that Floyd would be stepping into the bedroom in a second. Shit! Grunting in frustration, she quickly pulled her cream-coated hand out of her sloshy cunt and hid it behind her back as she rolled onto her side, facing the bathroom door.
She tried to clean it off by rubbing it on the sheets. When Floyd walked into the bedroom, he saw his lovely wife lying on the bed, stark naked, her eyes glinting and her titties swollen with lust. "What the hell?" he snapped at her. "Do you know how you look?" "I just thought you might like a little change," Phyllis said, trying to look soft and sexy, all the time knowing that it was no use. "Well, you should know better. We've been all through this before." His voice was cold and disapproving. "I won't have my wife acting like some cheap whore. Now go and put something on." "All right, dear," she sighed.
He'd expected her to be dressed in one of her cover-all nightgowns and safely under the covers by the time he came out of the bathroom. He was already in his pajamas, having changed in the bathroom. Now he turned his back as she got up and went to the closet to put on her cotton nightgown. She hated the damn thing. It was high-necked, long-sleeved and floor-length. She slipped it on and buttoned up the front, then glanced at herself in the mirror on the closet door. It was impossible to tell that she was a sexy, curvaceous woman. Floyd had been taught since childhood by his strictly religious parents that nakedness was wicked and sex was only a necessary evil. He never wanted to watch her undress for bed, and never let her watch him. They always fucked under the covers with the lights out. He always seemed to enjoy himself, but he always felt guilty about his pleasure afterward. Phyllis had tried to talk him into loosening up, but had always failed.
"Okay. I'm ready," she said.
Floyd had kept his back turned to her while she'd been dressing. Now they both climbed into bed and crawled under the blankets. Phyllis felt her warm pussy oil trickling down the insides of her thighs. She may have looked prim and proper in her clean cotton nightgown, but she felt so hot and horny she almost screamed. Floyd reached up to switch off the lights and she moaned softly in disappointment. "Honey, why not leave the lights on for a change?" she asked.
"What's all this about changes tonight?" Floyd said, frowning at her. "Are you feeling all right?"
Phyllis was just too damned mad at him to answer. After a moment, she shrugged and flipped the switch that plunged the room into total darkness. Phyllis sighed. He'll never change, she told herself. It may be dull, but that's the way he'd always done it and that's the way he always would do it. It was a routine, and he wasn't the sort to change it. Now that they were in bed, and the lights were off so they couldn't see what they were doing, Floyd would turn to her, all loving and considerate. Now, according to the routine, he was free to satisfy the urges of his cock. Phyllis waited for his hands to start unbuttoning her nightgown. And right on time, she felt his fingers eagerly fumbling open the buttons and spreading the front of her gown apart.
Next, his hands would cup her big warm titties. Even though she was fully expecting this, she gave a short gasp of pleasure when she felt his strong fingers kneading her soft, rubbery tit globes. She could hear his harsh, rasping breath as he fondled her billowing titty meat. She quivered and mewled with excited pleasure, warm flashes of delight flowing to her seething pussy hole. She wanted to cry out. She wanted to tell him how much she loved the feel of his hands on her tits. She wanted to tell him how horny she was for the feel of his big, stiff prick. But she knew that he disapproved of any such obvious signs of what he called "Slutty behavior." Phyllis struggled not to show him how much she was thrilled by what his hands were doing to her firm, full-blown titties. He squeezed them between his fingers and ran the tips of his thumbs over the rigid, tingly nipples. She muffled a squeal of pleasure as her stiff titty-tips throbbed hotly between his fingertips and her nipples pulsed against the palms of his hands.
Phyllis went along with his prudishness because she knew that if she didn't he'd be angry and roll over and pout until he fell asleep. And tonight she needed that big, cunt-filling prick of his. She couldn't risk not having it so she muffled her squeals and giggles of excitement. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and bit down, feeling her hot, oily cunt cream soaking her horny little pussy. After he had the big meaty globes swollen tautly, Floyd left her titties and rolled the full skirt of her cotton nightgown up to her waist. He usually spent only a few moments playing with her tits before devoting some time to her pussy, and tonight he was right on schedule. His fingers, when they touched the tight curls of her muff, were both eager and hesitant.
Not that he ever actually did anything "dirty" to her. He always rested his hand lightly over her throbbing cunt mound and contented himself with a little adolescent petting.
Phyllis clenched her teeth until her jaws ached, muffling the sounds of her frustration. Just once, she wished that he'd stuff a finger up her pussy slit and fuck the daylights out of her! As his hand rubbed lightly against her damp crotch, his breathing grew harsh and fast. Floyd usually spent even less time with her pussy as he did with her tits, and tonight was no exception. After only about a half a minute, he gave a low hoarse moan and pushed her thighs apart. Following his ideas of what was "proper behavior, Phyllis neither helped nor hindered him as he arranged her long, curvy legs. His hands left her briefly then as he fumbled with his pajama pants. Phyllis rested her head limply on the pillow, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and controlled. She was about to get fucked. It wouldn't be the greatest fuck in the world, but it would be better than nothing. Her hungry cunt slit oozed a steady stream of warm juice as she waited for her husband to climb between her legs and, as he put it, "do his duty." Then she felt his big, strong body clamber into position between her warm thighs. As usual, he'd left his pajama top on and had just pushed the bottoms down to his ankles.
There was no sense taking them off. He'd just have to put them back on again when he was finished.
She felt the clean, crisp cotton of his pajamas press down over her stiff-nippled titties. His cock rubbed against the hot mouth of her pussy, and she almost moaned out loud, but managed to stifle it in time. Phyllis wished with all her heart that she could squeal and yowl and whisper a few obscene words of encouragement into his ear. Filling the room with his harsh groans and grunts, he rested on his knees between her thighs and wedged the bloated head of his cock into the tiny slot of her cunt.
Then, suddenly, he dropped back down over her, his massive hard-on drilling up into her pussy sheath, stuffing her from end to end with his hot, throbbing cock meat.
"Aahhh!" Phyllis whimpered softly.
"Sshhhh!" Floyd scolded her.
She almost moaned again, this time in frustration. That one cry of pleasure had been forced out of her by his huge prick staff as it plowed thickly into her. That was what she'd been waiting for all day, what she'd been needing, craving. Ecstatically, she welcomed his prick with a hot gush of pussy juice as it thrust balls-deep into her cunt. Snorting and gasping loudly, not too prudish about making some noise himself, Floyd reached underneath her and cupped the fleshy mounds of her ass. She'd been writhing around and trying to buck her cunt hole up around his jutting prick staff. Now he was able to hold her steady and keep her movements down to a minimum.
As soon as Phyllis relaxed and obediently played dead, he began to fuck her. Slowly, as usual, with a steady in-and-out pumping. Gradually he began moving back and forth faster and faster, sawing his thickly swollen cock pole through the snug, slippery walls of her pussy tunnel. Each time she felt the full length of his enormous prick rod sliding into her, Phyllis gritted her teeth to stifle the moan of sheer joy. As he stroked his husky cock stalk in and out of her seething little pussy, he groaned and grunted loudly. Phyllis knew he enjoyed fucking, but then he was a man and it was all right for men to enjoy such things. Even so, he never let on that he was enjoying himself. He never talked about sex, never told a joke that was even slightly off-color, never even touched her unless they were in bed with the lights off. "Mmmmmm," he moaned through clenched lips. Phyllis struggled against the urge to suddenly wrap her long legs tightly around his waist and start bouncing back against his long, deep fuck-thrusts.
She resisted the temptation to clutch at his shoulders and beat her bare heels against his ass and give him a long, wet tongue kiss and shout out all the dirtiest words she knew. Instead she controlled herself. Floyd also tried to control himself, but in his case he didn't feel it was as important that he not show his excitement. After all, he was the man, and everybody knew that men were supposed to run a little amuck every now and then.
So, as his excitement grew, Floyd's fucking got harder and faster and noisier. There was always a point at which he completely lost all control, where he couldn't conceal his fuck lust any longer. Then he'd really start fucking into her, howling loudly and stroking his cock meat in and out of her pussy with everything he had.
This was the part that Phyllis loved best.
"Uuuhhhhhhh!" he grunted. "Aahhhhh! Aawww!" His hairy groin smacked into hers with a loud, fleshy sound as his prick meat pistoned back and forth in a frenzy of lust. His hard, swollen balls banged repeatedly into the crack of her ass and the bedsprings began to squeak. His huge cock shaft grew hot and throbbed excitedly as it plunged deeper and faster and harder into her slobbering pussy hole.
And Phyllis had to be still while that delicious huge pussy-pleaser filled her whole body with violent surges of lusty delight. The slightest sign that she was enjoying herself, she knew, and he'd be cold and distant for days, showing her in no uncertain terms how be felt about a wife who behaved like a "common slut." Phyllis felt her excitement growing until it was almost more than she could stand. All she needed was just a few more of those ruthless cock-thrusts and she would be cumming her brains out! As wonderful at it was, this was also the most difficult part of the whole thing. To please Floyd, she was expected to "behave herself," no matter how her mind was reeling and her heart was racing and her pussy was exploding in a shattering climax.
"Mmmmmm, aaahhhhhhh," Floyd was howling.
His hands mauling her ass cheeks, his huge hard-on plowing in and out of her like a pile driver, he was fucking her faster and harder, his fat cock head gouging all the way to the deep end of her cunt sleeve. Phyllis felt her pussy erupt. She tried to stay calm and controlled but she failed.
Her joy was just too damned much for her to hold in.
"Ooohhhhhh, yeah!" she gurgled. "Oohhh! I'm cumming!"
Floyd immediately froze in surprised shock as her words filled the room. Right away she knew she'd made a mistake. She'd never shouted out like that. She'd never even hinted that she was having an orgasm, let alone yelled it at the top of her lungs. But she couldn't help herself. Her cunt was spasming wildly around the thick length of his embedded cock meat, drenching it with her gooey slit juice. For once in her married life, she followed her instincts. She bucked her crotch up against him, clutching him and squealing and wailing to her heart's content.
She was dimly aware that Floyd was frowning his disapproval. He'd stopped fucking her, and for a second she was afraid he'd be so disgusted that he'd pull his cock out of her seething pussy altogether. Then she heard his heavy breathing and realized that he was too horny to quit until he'd came.
As she slowly reined and came down from her orgiastic high, she murmured, "I'm sorry, dear. I just got carried away there for a while. I'll be all right now."
He frowned at her for a few more seconds, shaking his head. Then he finally started pumping his prick back and forth in her tight little cunt again.
Despite his disapproval of her behavior, he shivered excitedly as he felt his throbbing cock sliding through the tight vise of her cunt sleeve. Phyllis struggled not to wiggle her ass or squeal in pleasure under the stimulation of the increasingly rapid pace of his fuck strokes. But from time to time a small gurgle of pleasure or a muffled groan of excitement escaped her clenched teeth. She hoped Floyd was satisfied with her good behavior.
But he was too preoccupied with his own pleasure to even notice. Within seconds he was grunting loudly and battering his cock meat deep into her shuddering pussy. Phyllis could tell he was about to cum. She could always tell when he was about to cum.
"Aahhh! Aahhh! Aahhh!"
Three harsh cries of pleasure, the last one muffled because he'd pressed his face against the side of her throat, and three short, hard jabs of his cock rod into her creamy pussy.
A second later, right on time, she felt the first hot gush of his jism spurt out of his cock head and splash against the hot walls of her cunt channel.
When she felt that delicious flood of cock cream start to spew into her, she allowed herself to jab her crotch up against his, knowing that he would be too busy cumming to notice and take offense. His thick jism backed up in her pussy tube and trickled down over the cheeks of her ass.
As he always did, Floyd gave a long sigh of satisfaction as he felt the last drop of his cum squirt into her pussy slit. Then he immediately rolled off her and pulled up his pajamas and stretched out on the bed beside her.
For a few moments she heard his heavy breathing, which quickly slowed and turned into soft snores as he dropped off to sleep almost at once. "Good night, dear," Phyllis whispered, pushing down her nightgown and buttoning up the front.
"Mmmm," he mumbled.
While he slept, Phyllis lay restless and frustrated.
Chapter Two
Heather Irwin glanced out her bedroom window and saw her handsome next-door neighbor sunning himself in his back yard. Gosh, she thought, that Vic Todd is sure dreamy!
Then she giggled. This would be a great chance to try on that bikini her father said was so scandalous. Heather had bought it with Vic Todd in mind, but her father had ordered her never to wear it. But he was out of town on one of his silly old business trips and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt either of them. Her mother had gone out shopping and wouldn't be back till later this afternoon, so she wouldn't know either. Quickly she dug the tiny red bikini out of the drawer of her dresser and stripped off her clothes. Then she paused in front of her bedroom mirror, the handful of cloth forgotten for a moment as she studied her reflection. Heather was still a little girlishly skinny, at least compared with her voluptuous mother. But she knew that her titties were full and meaty. Her legs were long and shapely. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at the round, smooth cheeks of her ass, then faced the mirror again and fingered the silky curls of her muff.
All in all, she told herself, not bad. She hoped Vic Todd would think so, anyway. The scanty little bikini would help. She slipped on the suit and posed in front of the mirror, studying herself with a critical eye. The effect was perfect. Her thrusting titties were barely covered by the tiny top, and her cute little nipples poked out sharply against the thin cloth. The little panties were more like a G-string that did hardly anything to hide her furry muff and the creamy mounds of her ass. She giggled as she grabbed a towel and hurried out into the back yard. If this didn't turn Vic Todd on, nothing would! He was still lying there, face down on his own towel, wearing only a pair of jogging shorts. Heather paused in her own yard long enough to admire his tall, strong body and deep tan.
She wondered what his cock looked like, and felt her pussy slit getting warm and damp at the thought. She knew the front of her bikini panties was getting moist with her oozing cunt cream. Maybe he'd notice and get turned on even more!
"Hello there, Mr. Todd," she called out, strolling over into his yard.
"Mind if I join you?"
Vic rolled over onto his side and stared around. When he saw his sexy young neighbor walking toward him, he couldn't stifle his gasp of excitement.
She sure looks foxy as hell, he thought. Her lusty titties were jiggling around against the skimpy cups of her top, and he could see silky pussy hairs peeping at him from around the edges of her panties. He felt like jumping up and, raping her where she stood. But instead he just smiled politely.
"Sure, Heather," he said. "Plenty of sun to go around." "Thanks," she said, spreading her towel out on the grass right next to his. "That's what I want. Some of that nice warm sun!" "What about your folks? I mean, uh, do they like the sun, too?" "Yeah, I guess," she answered, shrugging as though it didn't matter to her one way or the other. "But Daddy's out of town again and Momma's off somewhere shopping."
Vic felt a surge of heat that wasn't coming from the sun. He was all alone with this delicious little fox! And there was a high fence all round their two back yards so no one could observe whatever they were doing. He watched as Heather stretched out on her towel; face down, not two feet from him. Looking at her, he felt his balls start to itch and his cock began throbbing with lust.
He knew he was going to get a raging hard-on. He just hoped she wouldn't notice it.
"Aaahhhhhhh, that sun sure is nice," Heather cooed, wiggling her tummy into the ground. "Oh, nuts! I forgot to bring any lotion with me. And I'd better have some or I'll burn to a crisp. Can I use some of yours, Mr. Todd?"
He started to hand her his sun tan oil then thought better of it.
"I'll tell you what. You call me Vic, and I'll even put some on for you.
Deal?"
Heather giggled delightfully. "Deal. Vic." She couldn't have been happier! Her plan seemed to be working. Rubbing the lotion on her would give him a chance to feel her up, and from there it ought to be easy to get him to fuck her. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt his oily hands start to spread the creamy lotion on her shoulders, gradually working down her smooth back.
Gee, he's got nice hands, she thought blissfully. Strong and firm, yet gentle. She could hardly wait to feel them on her titties. Vic knew he was acting dangerously. The instant he put his hands on her, his prick meat stiffened and twitched with desire. Her body was firm and warm and smooth, delicious to the touch. He worked slowly, rubbing only those parts of her that couldn't be considered indecent, trying to ignore the sensuous sleekness of her flesh. All the time, he wished she was on her back so he could get at those big, juicy tits of hers!
Almost as if reading his mind, Heather murmured, "It'll be easier for you if I untie my top."
Without a trace of embarrassment, she reached around behind her back and unfastened the string holding her bikini bra in place. She propped herself up on her elbows, letting her tits hang down to the towel-covered ground. Vic could see every bit of those luscious tit globes except just the very tips, which were pressed into the towel. He managed to muffle his groan of lust but no matter how he ignored it, the temptation was still there. He continued to stroke his hands over her back and shoulders, gradually working down her sides, towards her tits, spreading a thin layer of tanning oil into her creamy skin.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," Heather cooed softly. She was quivering from head to toe with lusty anticipation as she felt Vic's hands getting nearer and nearer to her titties. Then he was touching the outer swells of her tit mounds with the tips of his fingers. Her excited little cunt gave a violent twitch and started oozing onto the front of her bikini panties.
Suddenly Vic threw caution to the winds and slipped his hands underneath her chest. He paused a moment and, when she didn't protest, he started massaging and squeezing the silky mounds. He felt Heather quivering, but whether it was out of fear or lust he didn't know. "Mmmmm, your hands feel nice on my tits, Vic," she murmured, her voice almost purring.
Without warning, she rolled onto her back and Vic found himself looking directly at her full-blown bare titties, standing firm and luscious on her rib cage. The cute little pink nipples were stiff and hard. She squirmed around under his gaze, naked except for a tiny pair of bikini panties that didn't even hide the tight curls of her muff. Vic felt like yowling with lust.
"C'mon, Vic," Heather said, and this time she was purring. "Put that oil on my tits. We sure wouldn't want them to get sunburned, now would we?" "Certainly not," he answered, trying to sound casual. He smeared some more of the sun tan oil on to his hands and then pressed them lightly over the teenager's fleshy tit globes. He began to rotate his hands, squeezing her warm tits with his fingers, massaging the rubbery flesh. Heather squealed with joy and gave him a wicked little grin. Vic's nuts rolled and he felt his cock thrusting straight out against the crotch of his jogging shorts. Heather giggled and Vic gasped when he noticed that she was staring straight at his jutting cock bulge. The knowledge that she was aware of his huge hard-on only added to his excitement, making his cock stiffer and longer.
"That's enough on my tits, Vic," Heather said with a mischievous little giggle. "You can put some on my ass now!" While he watched, wide-eyed, she swiftly untied the two little bows that held her bikini panties together. She flipped over onto her tummy, pulling the panties off as she did.
Vic had a brief, teasing glimpse of her furry little cunt mound. Then he was looking at the rounded, tight cheeks of her ass. He licked his dry lips, ogling her flaring ass cheeks.
"I'm all set, Vic," Heather prompted.
"Yeah," he mumbled. "I'll just bet you are!" He had begun to suspect that his sexy young neighbor wasn't as sweet and innocent as he'd first thought.
But he wasn't really sure. He thought about it as he lathered up his hands and began rubbing the smooth oil into her firm, resilient ass cheeks. The skin was velvety and taut under his caressing hands, Heather cooed breathlessly and he felt her ass wiggle shamelessly against his palms. Vic sawed the edge of his hand back and forth in the slick crease between her ass cheeks, right over the tiny pink mouth of her asshole and felt her whole body lurch excitedly.
Her shapely thighs moved apart a little and he could see the moist slit of her pussy between them, fringed by her furry pussy hairs. He moved his hand farther down the crack of her ass and nudged the end of her cunt slot with the tip of one finger.
"Uuuhhhhhhh," she mewled wantonly. "Yeah, Vic, touch me right there, too!" She opened her thighs a little more, revealing the entire length of her snug young pussy.
Vic still wasn't sure about her, but he just didn't give a damn any more. He soaked one hand with the thick tanning lotion and cupped it firmly against the mound of her pussy, rubbing and squeezing.
Heather groaned and squirming her crotch against his massaging hand. Vic increased the pressure of his hand, rubbing harder against her hairy pussy.
"Ooohhhhhhh!" Heather squealed. "Gee, that's great, Vic. Don't stop, honey! Keep rubbing my pussy! I love it!" Vic was almost mad with fuck-lust. The sexy little teenager was there, stark naked, wiggling and squirming, obviously turned on, pleading with him to play with her pussy.
It was a terrible temptation, one he wasn't sure he could resist.
"Ooohhhhh," Heather bawled. "Yeah, that feels so good!" Her pussy slit was oozing a steady flow of warm, creamy juice onto the palm of his hand. He continued to rub and massage her crotch, feeling it growing hotter and wetter. He realized that she was as horny as he'd ever seen any female.
"You really like me playing with your pussy, huh?" he panted.
"Shit, yeah!" she gurgled.
"Well, I know how to do something you'd like even more!" Heather moaned softly and continued squirming her cunt mound against his fondling hand. She didn't trust herself to speak. She waited in breathless anticipation. Was he going to fuck her now or did he have something else in mind? His firm, oily hand felt so damned good rubbing against her naked cunt.
And she knew it would feel even better when he stuffed his big cock up inside her pussy and gave her the fuck of her life. Slowly she rolled over onto her back.
Lying there with her bare titties and juicy little pussy exposed to his hungry gaze, she smiled up at him and whispered, "What, Vic? What could be better than having you playing with my cunt?" Then he really surprised her.
"Eating your cunt!" he said.
"Ooohhhhhh, Vic, honey!" she squealed in shameless delight. "I think that's a great idea!"
She was a little disappointed when he didn't take off his jogging shorts.
She'd wanted to get a good look at his cock. Instead he went belly-down between her legs, spreading her thighs wide apart, and prying open the lips of her pussy with his fingertips. Then she felt the pointy end of his tongue lap over the shivery button of her clitty and she almost went out of her mind right on the spot. A warm gush of juice dribbled out into his mouth as violent flashes of pleasure raced up and down her spine.
"Ooohhhhhhh!" she squealed. "Oohhh, yeah, Vic! You're right! This is better than your hand! Yeah, honey! Lick my clit! Lick it, Vic!" She was going wild with excitement, Vic knew. As he diddled her clitty with the tip of his tongue, she soaked it with hot, buttery girl cum. Her ripe body lurched and twisted from side to side and she cooed throatily and ran her fingers through his hair, trying to push his face tighter against her seething pussy slot. Her pussy hole was getting hotter and wetter with every passing second.
"Aaahhhhhhh, Jesus, that's good! Oohhh, keep doing it to me, Vic, honey!
Don't stop!"
Vic had no intention of stopping until he got the girl so hot and horny she'd-she'd what? He didn't know exactly. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
Right now he just concentrated on lapping that wildly throbbing little clit button, scooping up the delicious cunt juices on his broad, fleshy tongue and swallowing them down.
As he nuzzled his face firmly against her bubbly cunt hole, Heather writhed and squealed. At every touch of his tongue tip against her sensitive young clitty, she bucked her ass wildly against his face and whimpered loudly in pleasure.
"Oohhh, yes, eat my pussy! I love it when you do that, Vic! Oohhh, God, it's driving me out of my mind!"
This was more than she'd hoped for. She'd expected him to just push her down on her back and fuck the daylights out of her but she'd never bargained for such a fantastic tongue-fuck. Vic's agile tongue was swirling and rolling all over her shivery little clit stump, filling her whole body with delicious waves of pure bliss. Then she suddenly felt him stiffening his wet tongue and plowing it right up into her bubbly young pussy hole, stuffing her pussy and tongue-fucking her with everything he had.
"Oohhh, sweet Jesus H. Christ!" she yowled. "Yes, Vic, fuck my cunt with that beautiful tongue of yours! Uuhhh, shit, that's good, honey, so good!"
Vic began stroking his tongue in and out of her cunt slot with rapid, cock-like motions.
He stuffed and reamed her pussy hole, tasting her spicy hot cum cream trickling into his mouth and down his throat. Heather cooed and gasped and panted hotly, her ass bucking wildly against his burrowing face. Her pussy juice churned thickly around his deftly thrusting tongue shaft. "Oohhh, Vic, honey! That's so fucking good! I'm going to cum, Vic! I'm going to cum! Keep it up, honey! Keep it up and make me cum all over that beautiful tongue!"
She squealed and whimpered, her delicious body humping and lurching beneath him.
Vic could feel the fleshy lips of her pussy hole tighten around his skewering tongue. Her creamy slit juice bubbled out and dribbled over his tongue and down his throat.
Then, suddenly, she was cumming, violently, pushing against the back of his head, mashing her hairy cunt mound into his face, her voice high-pitched with shameless enjoyment as she giggled arid moaned loudly. After several moments, Heather went limp and lay panting on the rumpled towel. Vic raised his juice-soaked face and took a deep breath. "Oohhh, gee, honey, that was great!" she crooned. "If you really liked it," he told her with a chuckle, "I'd be glad to do it again."
She giggled and grinned wickedly. "I've got a better idea. Let me see your cock!"
Vic blinked his eyes several times, not quite sure he'd heard her right. "Uh, I'm not sure that would be, uh, exactly proper," he stammered, realizing even as he said it how silly it sounded. "Proper? What's proper? Licking my clit?"
Despite himself, Vic had to laugh. "Yeah I see what you mean! Well, okay.
I guess it wouldn't do any harm."
Heather sat up and hugged her knees, smiling happily as Vic got to his knees and pushed down his shorts.
She kept her eyes on his face, then slowly moved them downward over his broad shoulders and the curly mat of hair on his husky chest, and finally down to his crotch.
Her eyes opened wide as she saw his prick rising up straight and tall and stiff. It was at least ten inches of thick, meaty cock shaft, with a pair of bloated, heavy balls hanging just below. "Gosh!" Heather squealed. "You're really hung, aren't you?" Vic felt almost embarrassed as the cute little teenager leaned forward to get a better look at his cock and balls. She gazed at his thickly jutting prick shaft and his huge nuts.
She was terribly excited by the sight. His cock ended in a fat, bulging knob that Heather was certain would feel just wonderful sliding in and out of her tight young pussy.
"Please, Vic, honey, can I touch it?" she asked. Vie had the feeling he was getting in over his head, but he was too horny to refuse. "Sure, if you want to."
Heather reached out and ran her fingertips over the round stalk of his prick, tickling the sensitive flesh.
Then she cupped the underside of his prick, lifting it and bouncing it on the palm of her hand. She reached between his hairy thighs with her other hand and fondled his big, cum-filled balls. "Oh, Christ," Vic groaned, shivering lustily. "You like that, Vic, honey?" she purred. "You like the way I'm playing with you?"
"Hell, yes," he panted. "That feels wonderful!" He was thinking that it might work out better this way. If she jacked him off with her hand, maybe he'd be able to stop thinking about that luscious little bare body of hers.
So he knelt upright and spread his knees apart, letting her go right on playing with his cock and balls.
But Heather wasn't so easily satisfied. She knew more about cocks than he thought and she wanted to feel his hot jism spurting up into her pussy, not gushing out over the palm of her hand. Suddenly, she threw her arms up around his neck and pressed her warm, trim little body tightly against his. Her lips covered his mouth and her juicy pink tongue darted inside and lapped against his. She started pulling him down onto the towel.
"Oh, Vic, fuck me!" she pleaded. "I want to feel that big cock inside my pussy!"
She was flat on her back now, with him stretched out over her. His massive prick rod was rubbing along the length of her cunt slit, making her quiver with excited anticipation.
"Heather!" Vic gasped, trying to sound shocked. "I can't do something like that to you!"
"Sure you can, honey," she giggled. "C'mon!" She reached down and gripped the throbbing stalk of his prick tightly in one warm little hand, wedging his swollen cock head into the pouting slot of her cunt.
It was all just too much for Vic. She was squirming her succulent young body against his, begging him for it!
He wiggled his crotch, rubbing his prick meat against her drooling cunt hole. She squealed and gripped his shoulders, squirming her cunt mound back against him.
"Oohhh, hurry up, Vic! Get it into me start fucking!" Vic groaned in surrender and settled himself down between her warm, creamy thighs, feeling her stiff little titty tips digging into his broad chest. As he lowered himself over her, his cock slid farther and farther up her snug young pussy.
Her cunt tunnel closed in around his mammoth cock rod like a warm, wet sheath.
"Aaahhhhhh," Heather sighed. "That feels great, honey! Shove it right into me! Fuck me!"
He kept shoving his cock pole into her tight pussy sleeve. Finally he was in up to his balls and he paused a moment to let his cock meat soak in her warm juices.
Then he began to pump back and forth, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the speed of his strokes. Heather squealed and giggled girlishly.
"Uuhhh, your cock sure feels great, honey!" For a while there, she hadn't thought she was going to get him to fuck her, but now she was glad she'd tried.
She was thrilled by the feeling of his fat prick as it stretched the slippery walls of her cunt tunnel. She could feel his heartbeat through the stem of his prick.
His balls nuzzled into the crack of her ass on every in stroke. The top edge of his cock shaft rubbed back and forth over her horny little clit, making her moan and squirm.
"Mmmmmmm," she mewled. "That feels so good, honey! Ram that big cock into me! Fuck me silly, you big stud!"
"You've done this before, haven't you?" he mumbled against the side of her throat.
"Sure!" she giggled, throwing her supple legs up around his waist and hugging him tightly between her sweaty thighs. "I've fucked plenty! I love it! I think fucking is real great! Don't you, honey?" "Well if I didn't before," he chuckled, "I do now!" He drilled his lengthy cock staff faster and faster into her squishy cunt hole as she squealed and wiggled crazily under him. Her crotch bucked up against his skewering prick meat, her ass lifting right up off the ground, her legs tight around his waist. Her pussy was the tightest, hottest, juiciest cunt he'd ever stuffed his cock into. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me!" she whimpered, her voice taking on a chanting, sing-song temp. "Fuck me fuck me...fuck me." Vic wanted to go on fucking her buttery young cunt all day, but he was too excited to last any longer. He grunted loudly and pounded his knobby cock head all the way to the deep end of her cunt tunnel. His jism spurted suddenly, drenching the taut walls of her cunt. A second later, he heard her squeal of pleasure and knew she was cumming too. They rolled back and forth together, her arms around his shoulders, her ankles locked over the small of his back, his huge, squirting prick fully embedded up her slobbering pussy. His nuts pumped wad after wad of hot, bubbly cum into her spasming young pussy slit. Heather pressed her cheek against the top of his shoulder and smirked wickedly. Vic Todd hadn't been hard to seduce, not hard at all. She had the feeling that if she wanted to, she could seduce anybody! That feeling would be put to the test sooner than she knew.
Chapter Three
Phyllis had seen it in the market that morning and had been unable to resist buying it, even though neither she nor Heather cared much for them. Floyd liked them all right, but he was still out of town on his business trip.
A perfect green cucumber, long and thick, with a smooth skin and blunt, rounded ends.
She washed it carefully, using warm water, then went into her bedroom and sat down on the edge of her bed, holding the cucumber lightly on the palm of one hand. For a long moment, she did nothing except sit there, holding the cucumber, and thinking about the fuck with Floyd the night before he left. Then she thought of all the other fucks during their marriage, of all the times her husband and stuffed his big stiff cock up into her pussy and had pumped away until he'd cum. She tried to remember once, just one damned time, when she'd felt really satisfied after fucking Floyd. The longer she thought about it, the hornier she got. She stood up and undressed, tossing her clothes casually onto the foot of the bed, then sat back down and started massaging her tits, pinching the nipples, squeezing the firm, silky mounds, until finally her hands were mauling her tits brutally, the way she'd always imagined a man's hands felt. She dropped one hand into her lap and ran her finger slowly over the throbbing lips of her pussy. All the time she kept her eyes on the cucumber, there on the bed where she'd placed it when she'd undressed. God! Her cunt was so wet! She rubbed the flat of her hand over the dribbling furrow between her thighs. The tip of her forefinger found her clitty and swirled around the tight little nubbin, diddling it back and forth gently.
A sudden horrifying thought occurred to her. Maybe it was as good right now as it was ever going to get! Maybe Floyd would never allow her to show the least sign of enjoyment when they fucked. Maybe he would never want to try anything different, never be anything more than good old stick-in-the-mud Floyd until the day he died. Maybe Phyllis would have to go right on getting herself off by rubbing her own clit!
She reached over and picked up the cucumber. It felt cold in her hand, not like a real cock at all. But it was all she had-maybe all she ever would have-so it would have to do.
Slowly, she pried open the tight lips of her cunt hole with the fingers of one hand, the slick, puffy folds of flesh pulling apart to reveal the soft inner pink meat of her pussy hole.
Her cunt mouth gaped open hungrily. Phyllis moved her eyes to the cucumber in her other hand, the object that was going to fill that hungry little cunt hole.
Working carefully, she wedged the rounded end of the cucumber against the slippery gash of her cunt and started to push it inside, twisting it a little. She clenched her teeth until her jaw hurt as the thick green shaft slowly rotated its way up into her pussy, pressing itself in against the resistance of her snug cunt lips, stretching the walls of her pussy tunnel.
She kept pushing until finally she felt the blunt end of the cucumber pressing into the back of her pussy sheath. When it was all the way in she relaxed a little, taking a deep breath.
Phyllis took a firm grip on the end of the cucumber poking out of her pussy hole and started pumping the fat shaft in and out. She went slowly at first and the heat of her pussy soon warmed the cucumber. Her breathing began coming in short, rasping pants as she stroked the thick vegetable back and forth. It sloshed in and out of her pussy with a loud, wet noise.
She scooted back on the bed and leaned against the headboard, her feet planted flat on the mattress, her thighs spread as far apart as she could get them, exposing the entire hairy mound of her pussy. She stuffed the cucumber deeply into her cunt sleeve and left it there to soak in her warm juices while she fingered the taut little nub of her clitty some more.
"Oohhh ... ooohhhhhhh she whined, her thumb and forefinger roiling her clitty.
The throbbing little button was over-excited and super-sensitive. She knew she'd be cumming in just another few seconds, but she wanted to fuck herself some more with that thick cucumber first. Reluctantly, she stopped strumming her clitty and wrapped her fingers tightly around the end of the fat green vegetable. She started sliding it in and out of her pussy again.
Her cunt juices had made it wet and slippery and it sliced back and forth swiftly. She moaned softly to herself as she fucked the swollen cucumber in and out of her slobbery pussy.
She was trying to convince herself that it was a real cock giving her so much pleasure. She closed her eyes and tried to remember how handsome Floyd had looked on their honeymoon. The more she thought about that, the more excited she became. She pretended that the cucumber was Floyd's cock, and that he was fucking her with a shameless urgency he'd never shown in real life.
Phyllis was ramming the vegetable-cock in and out of her slick little pussy with all her strength now. It felt deliciously thick in her snug cunt tube. Her pussy lips pumped in and out around the large, sturdy shaft and her cunt walls felt stretched and strained. It was reaching as far up into her cunt as Floyd's prick ever had. And, best of all, she could take her time and fuck for as long as she wanted without worrying about the cucumber cumming and going soft on her.
She reached down with her other hand and pressed her stiff little clitty stump down against the skewering staff of the cucumber as it slid back and forth in her cunt hole.
Then she started using both hands to drive the bloated, green vegetable into her cunt, speeding up the tempo and adding a semi-circular rotation to the shaft.
The cucumber became a slashing green flash as it moved, its smooth surface slippery and shiny with her pussy cream.
Phyllis tilted her head back and cooed softly as a warm surge of delicious pleasure raced through her body. Suddenly she was cumming, her orgasm overwhelming her after so much pent-up frustration. The cucumber battered into her wet little cunt, spurting her streaming juice out onto the insides of her quivering thighs. Carefully, she pulled the cucumber out of her greasy pussy hole and tossed it into a wastebasket beside the bed, then leaned back against the headboard and tried to catch her breath. When she opened her eyes, some moments later, Heather was standing in the open doorway, looking at her. "Oh!" Phyllis squealed, startled. "How long have you been standing there?" she stammered.
"Long enough, Momma," Heather said, glancing toward the wastebasket. "I didn't mean to peek. I was going to my room and your door was open, and, well, it just happened."
They stared at each other for a few more seconds, Phyllis looking embarrassed. Heather frowning worriedly. Finally, Heather asked, "You want to talk about it, Momma?"
Suddenly, Phyllis remembered that she was stark naked. She leaped off the bed and grabbed her bathrobe. "No! I don't want to talk about it!" Heather frowned for a while longer, then suddenly said cheerfully, "Okay! Let's talk about something else then!" She walked into the room and sprawled out on the bed while her mother stood watching her, clutching the bathrobe tightly around herself.
"Well I, uh..."
She felt like ordering her daughter out of her bedroom, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't really believe that Heather had watched while she fucked herself with a cucumber. She felt ashamed and uneasy, standing here like this, with her weak knees and rapid heartbeat. Heather plumped up one of the pillows and leaned back. She was wearing, Phyllis suddenly noticed, a tight skirt that was much shorter than her father would have approved of. She also noticed that her young daughter had a very sexy pair of legs.
Heather picked up a paperback book from the bedside table. "Oh, you're reading Stephen King? I read this one last month. Scared the daylights out of me, and I like dogs, too!"
As she chatted on, Heather became aware that her mother was trying not to stare at her legs. Obeying an impish impulse, she raised one knee, letting her short skirt ride up even farther.
"Heather!" Phyllis cried. "You're not wearing any panties!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. So I'm not." She shrugged casually.
Phyllis was shocked at her daughter's attitude. She had no shame at all!
At the same time, however, she felt a small flash of envy. Her own daughter was a while lot freer and more sophisticated than she'd ever been.
"Hey, Momma, can I use your shower?" Heather preferred showers to baths, but the only other bathroom in the house had only a tub. She used her parents' bathroom whenever she could.
Without waiting for an answer, she started unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped it back over her shoulders as she bounced off the bed. Phyllis gasped in shock when she saw that her daughter wasn't wearing a bra either!
Heather unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall down around her feet, then kicked it and her shoes away. She raised her arms high over her head, stretching and throwing every ripe, luscious curve of her body into brazen display.
"Aaahhhhhh," she yawned. Then, glancing sideways at her mother, she asked, "Want to join me in the shower?"
Phyllis almost blushed at the picture the words formed in her mind. "Oh, no! I mean . . .well, you're too . . . old for that now," she stammered. Heather giggled and shrugged her creamy shoulders. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
While the water was getting hot, she slipped her hair up underneath a cap and then stepped into the water spray. She'd left both the bathroom door and the shower curtain open.
Heather took her mother's hand and pulled her out of the bathroom and over to the bed.
She fell backward across the bed and pulled Phyllis down between her open thighs. Hugging her mother around the waist with one arm, she slid her free hand inside the front of her bathrobe. Her fingers rubbed over the pointy tip of her fat titty.
"Heather! Stop that!" Phyllis sounded genuinely shocked at the touch of her daughter's hand on her tit. But, shocked or not, her nipple responded instantly by stiffening into a thick, throbbing spike against Heather's palm.
"What's the matter, Momma?" Heather asked, sliding her other hand down and cupping the firm globe of her ass cheek through the thin robe. "Doesn't it feel good? Don't you like it when I squeeze your titties?" She closed her fingers tightly, kneading the plump tit meat, pumping the billowing mound in a slow, even tempo. "Or is it just that you'd rather it was daddy doing it?"
Phyllis whimpered softly, the sound bubbling up out of her throat.
Her stiff body relaxed and went limp against her daughter's. She suddenly felt weak and helpless to resist the erotic thrill of Heather's hands on her body. When she felt Heather fumbling with the belt of her robe, she didn't even protest.
"There now! That's better!" Heather cooed as she pushed the bathrobe off her mother's arms and tossed it to the floor. She eased Phyllis over onto her back and knelt beside her, examining her sprawled-out naked body closely.
"I didn't get too good a look before." She giggled slyly. "I guess I was too busy looking at your cucumber!"
"Please," Phyllis whispered. "Don't look at me that way..." "Why not, Momma? You're really worth looking at, you know. You've got a great pair of tits and a real cute little pussy. I don't see why you have to fool around with any old cucumber!"
Heather leaned over her mother and began running her hands up and down the front of her delicious body.
She could feel Phyllis shiver and twitch excitedly as she became more and more turned on. Her firm little nipples were throbbing wildly under the tips of Heather's stroking fingers. Her tummy fluttered and her thighs jerked in spasms of lust.
Heather smiled as she felt Phyllis jump and lurch around under her hands.
She knew just what that horny little cunt needed. She'd played with her own pussy often enough, and she had had a few sessions with some of the other girls at school. She wasn't a true lesbian; she liked cocks better than cunts, but fun was fun.
She brushed her fingertips lightly back and forth against her mother's pussy lips. In a moment Phyllis was squirming and moaning hotly, her quivery thighs inching farther and farther apart. Heather stiffened one finger and slowly eased it up inside her wet, tight cunt slit, twisting it in through the fleshy lips and wiggling it against the soft, juicy walls of her pussy.
"Uuhhh . . ." Phyllis moaned. "You shouldn't do that." "Why not?" the teenager asked, smirking down at her, "You like it, don't you?"
"Oohhh . . . yes." she whimpered, blushing brightly at the admission. Heather giggled and continued to wiggle her finger around inside her bubbly cunt hole. But, on second thought, she realized that this wasn't really an answer to the problem.
This was just another kind of cucumber. What her mother really needed was a cock, a nice big stiff prick to stuff into that tight little cunt and then flood it with lots of fresh hot jism. That should be her father's job, she told herself, as well as his pleasure. She wondered what the hell was wrong with the man, anyway. He ought to be overjoyed, married to a horny little fox like Phyllis. Heather had always known her father was a bit of a prude, but she'd never imagined that he was a complete prig.
She'd have to do something about fixing her mother up with a cock-maybe one of those hot studs at school who was always sniffing around. Meanwhile, her finger would just have to do.
She leaned down over Phyllis and murmured, "Play with my tits, Momma. You've been gawking at them ever since I undressed. I know you want to, and so do you. So go ahead. Play with them. Kiss them, too, if you want!" She saw a hungry expression cross her mother's face, to be followed by one of pure lust.
Then Phyllis pressed her face into her tit and Heather could feel that wet little tongue and those soft, pouting lips working greedily on her nipple.
She cupped the back of her mother's head and ran her fingers through her silky hair. She squealed softly as she felt her titty being sucked hungrily into her mother's warm mouth.
She could tell that Phyllis was new at this but what she lacked in experience she more than made up for in enthusiasm! While Phyllis was sucking and licking at one of Heather's titties, she clutched the other one in her sweaty hand and began to maul it. Heather ran her hand down her mother's back, stroking her lovingly. Gradually she worked her hands down to the flaring mounds of her ass cheeks. She cupped the firm warm flesh and heard her mother's gurgle of pleasure, muffled against her mouthful of tit meat. Heather rubbed the palm of her hand over the crack of her ass a few times, then reached in between her thighs from behind, fingering the juicy, twitching lips of her pussy mouth.
She diddled the hard little nubbin of her ditty and Phyllis wiggled her ass in approval and moaned deep in her throat. Heather could feel her mother getting more and more excited. Whatever fears or hesitation Phyllis may have felt were quickly being washed away on a sea of lust. Phyllis felt Heather gently pushing downward against her shoulders and knew what her daughter wanted her to do. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She moved her lips down onto the flat expanse of Heather's belly, twirling her tongue tip around in her deep navel. Heather spread her thighs wide apart and gently urged her mother's face farther down.
"Eat me, Momma," she cooed. "Lick 'n' suck 'n' eat my pussy! C'mon!" There was only the shortest possible hesitation, then Phyllis wedged her face into the V of Heather's warm bare thighs. She kissed her daughter's cunt lips and probed between them with her stiff pink tongue. Heather squealed and gripped her mother by the hair of her head, mashing her face tightly against her furry cunt mound and spreading her thighs even wider.
"Oohhh, yeah, Momma, that's it! Eat me out! Make me cum!" Phyllis sent her tongue deep into Heather's wet young pussy. Her daughter's sweet slit juice tasted delicious as it trickled into her mouth.
Heather raised her knees and rubbed the insides of her creamy thighs against her mother's cheeks. She tightened her grip on the back of her head and began bucking her crotch up into her face. "Yeah, Momma! Now you're doing it! Oohhh, that's nice! Keep licking me like that! Oh, you sweet little cunt-lapper! You really know how to suck pussy, Momma!"
Phyllis felt a surge of obscene pride at her daughter's words. She'd never done anything like this before but she seemed to know what to do, almost by some sort of instinct.
"Ooohhhhhh, I'm cumming, Momma! I'm cumming!" Heather bounced her ass up and down off the springy mattress, banging it into her mother's mouth, her pussy lips sucking on her deftly twirling tongue.
Phyllis worked her tongue frantically, gulping down her daughter's churning cunt cream as fast as Heather drooled it into her mouth. Heather's orgasm was long and drawn out and very wet, but finally she released her mother's head and slumped back against the mattress, moaning softly.
Phyllis sat up and gazed down at her daughter as though she'd never seen her before. "Was I all right?" she asked softly. "All right?" Heather giggled. "Momma, you were fantastic!" For the first time since Heather had walked into her bedroom, Phyllis smiled. In fact she grinned, obviously pleased that she had done so well. She stretched out beside Heather and they took each other in their arms, stroking and fondling, pinching each other's nipples, giggling girlishly. "I'm going to do something for you, Momma."
"Oh? Are you going to ... suck me off?" Phyllis still had a little trouble saying such things. She felt wicked and slutty-all the things that Floyd disliked.
"Well, yeah, I'm going to do that, too," Heather said with a squeal. "But what I had in mind was finding you a man!"
"A man!" Phyllis felt some of the old fears returning. "But, uh, I'm a . . that is.."
"You've already got a man? Is that what you're trying to say? Well, I'm talking about a real man. A man with a long, thick cock. A man who'll grab you by the ass and fuck you till your ears bleed! Unless you've already got a man like that. Have you?"
Phyllis was silent for a long moment. Then she replied simply. "No."
Chapter Four
"Just remember what I told you, Momma. You're my older sister, in town for a few days, and I'm showing you the sights." "Okay. But I hope you know what you're doing. I still don't feel quite right about this."
Heather giggled. "Don't worry about it. You'll feel a lot better as soon as we get to Irv's.
They were walking down the sidewalk, headed for one of Heather's boyfriend's house. Phyllis felt almost naked. She was wearing a pair of her daughter's cut-off jeans and one of her own halter-tops. The cut-offs were a size too small for her and the halter had shrunk in the wash. They both fit like a second skin. She'd been amazed when she'd looked at herself in the bedroom mirror. Heather had rearranged her hair and changed her make-up a little and she did look ten years younger. They strolled down the sidewalk and turned into the driveway of a large house. They paused at the end of the driveway, watching for a moment. There was a two-car garage, the overhead door open. A small, flashy sports car occupied one side of the garage, while the other side had been outfitted as a gym. There they saw a tall, husky youth doing push-ups on the concrete floor of the garage.
"There he is," Heather whispered. "Did you ever see such a stud? Take it from me, he's got just what you need, Momma." Phyllis glanced sideways at her daughter, then looked back toward the boy in the garage. She still wasn't used to the idea that her sweet little daughter wasn't the innocent youngster she'd always thought her to be. But in a way, she envied Heather. The girl was completely free of all the hang-ups that she'd been living with for years. Despite her nervousness, Phyllis felt her pussy hole getting wetter and wetter as they stood there watching the boy pump himself up and down at a fast steady pace. She tried to imagine herself fucking with that huge hunk of cock meat.
"C'mon!" Heather said and started toward the garage. "Hi, Irv," she called, waving her arm.
He looked up and saw them, then smiled back and bounced lightly to his feet.
"Hi, Heather! How's it going?" He caught sight of Phyllis, following along behind Heather, and his smile grew even wider. "Who's your foxy friend?"
Phyllis blushed at being called foxy by this hulking boy was young enough to be her own son. She came up to stand beside Heather, trying to look young.
"This is my sister, Phyllis. Phyllis, meet Irv."
"Hi, Irv," Phyllis greeted him. "We're not interrupting your push-ups, are we?"
"Naw! I'd already done my regular hundred. Those were just a few extras."
"Gee!" Heather squealed. "A hundred push-ups!" Phyllis followed her daughter's lead. While puffing him up with a steady line of praise, she let him show them around his garage gym. She cooed and squealed and giggled at all the right times as he demonstrated his weights and the punching bag hung from the ceiling and all the rest of the body-building, muscle-toning equipment. She also managed to maneuver them over to a large plastic exercise mat lying on the floor in one corner of the gym.
As she held up her end of the giggly conversation, Phyllis took a closer look at the boy.
He was tall and husky, with wide shoulders and a deep, broad chest, His skin-tight T-shirt and jogging shorts showed off his brawny, muscular arms and legs. He was damp and sweaty and totally masculine. Looking at him, Phyllis began to feel as giddy and girlish as Heather.
Irv pulled off his shoes and socks and wiggled his toes on the cool concrete floor. Then he stretched, flexing his biceps and yawning mightily.
"Gosh, Irv," Heather giggled. "You've got such big muscles! Can we touch them?"
The jock grinned and flexed his arms. Heather cupped one of his rock-hard biceps between her palms and squealed. Phyllis stood on his other side and ran her hand over his other arm. She felt her pussy juice starting to ooze out onto the front of her cut-offs.
"I'll bet your chest is something else, too, Irv," Phyllis cooed, trying to get into the spirit of things. She saw Heather's look of encouragement out of the corner of her eye.
Irv pulled his T-shirt up over his head, then raised his arms and flexed his biceps again. The muscles of his chest and abdomen stood out in rock-hard ridges and his hairy armpits gave off a strong, manly aroma. Phyllis and Heather started stroking and caressing his arms, moving gradually onto his chest. Phyllis suddenly felt very bold and excited. She rubbed her palm lightly over the boy's smooth, hairless chest while Heather ran her hands up and down his back and over the bulging muscles of his shoulders. Irv looked from one to the other, as though trying to make up his mind about something.
Then he put one thickly muscled arm around each of their waists and fell back onto the exercise mat, pulling them down on top of him. They could feel his rippling chest muscles against their cheeks. Heather's face was only inches away from her mother's. She winked lewdly and ran her pink little tongue over her lips. Then she began lightly kissing and licking at Irv's chest, nibbling at his stiff little male nipples. Phyllis eagerly joined her, lapping at the boy's torso and rubbing the flat of her hand against his hard stomach. They both noticed that Irv's crotch was starting to bulge.
"Oh, wow! You gals really know how to turn a guy on," Irv muttered, hugging them to his body.
Phyllis hesitantly reached down and slowly cupped the bulge in the front of his shorts.
His prick shaft lurched against the palm of her hand and she pulled away, startled. Heather frowned and boldly grabbed his cock-bulge herself. Again it jerked and she squealed, giving it a tight squeeze. She winked at Phyllis, as though telling her that the boy's surging prick staff was nothing to be afraid of.
"Christ, if you two are going to play with my cock like that," Irv gasped, "you'd better take off my shorts or I'll be cumming all over them!" Eagerly, Heather and Phyllis tugged at his jogging shorts. Phyllis was impatient to see his big cock. It jumped out at them suddenly, thrusting straight up into the air, waving back and forth stiffly. Phyllis gasped and Heather squealed. Irv's prick was long and thick and covered all over with pulsating veins. Phyllis had seen only one other cock in her whole life and she found the sight enchanting Her mouth watered and she swallowed hard.
"God, it's so big," Phyllis murmured.
Irv bounced his ass up and down a few times and chuckled lewdly. "Okay, honey, if you like it so much, start playing with it. You, too, Heather! Go on!"
Heather smirked and wrapped her fingers tightly around the massive shaft of his cock. Phyllis giggled and curled her hand around it just above Heather's.
His meaty cock was hot and throbbing under their caressing hands. Getting bolder by the minute, Phyllis reached between his thighs and cupped his balls, running them through her fingers. Irv moaned and pumped his hips, sliding his cock up and down through their tight fists. "Uuhhh, you gals are driving me out of my mind! Heather, how about giving me some of that fine head of yours?"
Heather grinned at Phyllis and said, "Visitors first." When her mother hesitated, she added. "Go ahead, uh, Sis. It spits, but it don't bite!" Phyllis bent over and pressed her pursed lips against the fat crown of his cock head. It felt hot and meaty and slightly salty. She licked her tongue over it lightly, enjoying the strong masculine taste. Then she opened her mouth wide and swallowed the bloated prick head and the first three inches of the shaft. Irv's prick throbbed and shivered against her juicy tongue as she wiggled it against the underside of his fleshy cock pole. She tightened her puckered lips and her cheeks pulled in with the force of her suction. Phyllis knew she wasn't an expert cocksucker. Floyd thought it was "dirty" and they didn't do it often.
But as she continued squirming her tongue and bobbing her head, she became more and more sure of herself. His cock seemed to get bigger and bigger until it stretched her lips and his knobby cock head was wedged tightly against the back of her throat.
She sucked him with everything she had, trying frantically to make him cum in her mouth. She cooed and mewled softly around the mouthful of cock meat. Her pussy lips were hot and her clitty spasmed. Heather watched her mother sucking cock, feeling a little envious. But mostly she felt glad that Phyllis was finally getting some pleasure out of her own passionate nature.
Then, as Heather felt her own hot little pink pussy star ting to itch and tingle, she grew hungry for the taste of Irv's cock. She leaned over and nuzzled her face between his brawny thighs, licking at his hairy balls, tickling them with the tip of her busy tongue, covering them with her warm, wet spit.
She pulled them eagerly in to her mouth, one at a time and rolled them back and forth on the flat of her tongue.
Heather's mouth was stuffed full of his fat, hairy nuts, while her mother's mouth was gorged on his enormous cock shaft. They both felt themselves getting more and more excited as he lurched and squirmed around.
They expected him to cum any moment. Heather hoped her mother wouldn't try to be greedy and hog all the jism.
Suddenly Irv sat up, pulling their mouths off his cock and balls, "Okay, gals, it's time for you two to get undressed so we can fuck!" He started fumbling with the zipper of Heather's cut off's. "Hurry up! I want to get a good look at these pussies!"
A surge of anxiety ran through Phyllis. She felt like she wanted to leave right now and forget the whole thing. But she knew it was too late. Her hot little cunt was too horny to allow her to back out now. Mother and daughter swiftly stripped. Irv hugged them again, running his hands all over their lush, curvy bodies. Then he pushed Phyllis down onto the plastic mat and settled down between her shapely thighs. The suddenness of his actions made her feel faint and helpless. He was actually going to fuck her! She began to struggle away from him, but then she felt the mammoth head of his prick pressing against the hungry slit of her pussy and she cooed and squirmed happily beneath him. "Mmmmmm," she whimpered, shamelessly wanton in her need. Her pussy lips were pried wide apart by the thickness of his prick as he slowly wormed it up inside her fuck-tunnel. Phyllis felt her eyes glazing over. She wiggled, helplessly impaled on the fat round stalk of Irv's prick shaft.
She felt his cock moving back and forth, sawing in and out other slobbering pussy hole. She felt his heavy chest mashing into her billowing titties. She felt the tip of his tongue twirling around wetly in her ear. My God, she thought, he's really doing it! This muscle-bound teenaged jock is actually fucking me! She wanted to laugh with bliss. She coiled her long legs tightly around his waist, locking her ankles over his back and humping her crotch up to meet his downward fuck-thrusts. She reveled in the delicious sensation of having his husky young prick skewering in and out of her squishy pussy. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she mewled softly.
Phyllis was all set to fuck away the rest of the day and half the night, but Irv had other ideas. Suddenly he yanked his juice-coated prick out of her snug pussy hole and turned to Heather, who had been watching. He threw her down next to Phyllis and she squirmed excitedly against his brawny body. He forced her thighs apart and she bucked her crotch up and down longingly.
"Oh, Irv, fuck me! Shove that big hard dick into me! I can hardly wait! Fuck me!"
Irv leaned forward and slipped his swollen cock head through the puckered lips of her cunt slit. Heather bit her lower lip to stifle the squeals and gurgles of ecstasy that were bubbling up from deep in her throat. She locked her legs warmly around his waist and his thick cock pistoned in and out of her greasy little pussy as she squeezed her cunt walls tightly around it. He moaned with joy, his hips pumping wildly between her soft thighs.
"Uhh, fuck me! C'mon, you sweet little bitch, fuck me," he grunted. Heather humped and bucked madly beneath him, thrilled by the feel of his hot, fat cock stuffing her snug young pussy. She felt his stroking prick pole rubbing over her stiff little clitty, the bloated head of his cock ramming all the way to the rear of her cunt tube. Heather rotated her pussy hole as he fucked his huge cock in and out, making her slippery cunt lips slurp and slide up and down the length of his thrusting cock shaft.
Warm, delicious tingles of joy raced up and down her body, curling her toes and making her titties feel full and flushed. "Oohhh, fuck me, Irv!" she whined hotly. "It feds so good, you big stud!
Keep it up, stud, don't stop; don't ever stop!" No sooner had she spoken than Irv chuckled and repeated the trick he'd already used on Phyllis. He suddenly pulled his cock out of Heather's drooling little cunt-slit but instead of mounting Phyllis again, he bounced lightly to his feet and stood over them, his mammoth cock thrusting straight out from his hairy crotch. Heather and Phyllis lay side-by-side on the exercise mat, their smooth bare thighs spread apart, their throbbing pink pussy mouths gleaming wetly, their stiff little clitties vibrating hornily. They watched him anxiously, panting and squirming, impatient for him to fuck them some more.
"Okay, cunts, I want you both to turn over and get down on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you doggie-style now." As he spoke, Irv grabbed his fleshy cock staff and waved it at them.
By now both Phyllis and Heather were so turned on they would have done anything he told them to. Quickly, they scampered around onto all fours, wiggling their creamy rounded ass cheeks back at Irv as he stood looking down at them.
They arched their backs, resting their titties and faces on the plastic mat, their asses thrust backward, their warm, oily cunt juice trickling down the insides of their quivery thighs. Irv fell to his knees behind Heather and lapped at the tasty cunt cream that was oozing down her thighs. Then he slurped hungrily at the slobbering slot of her pussy, using long, juicy swipes of the flat of his tongue.
"Ooohhhhhh!" Heather squealed. "Lick my cunt 'n' ass, Irv! Ooohhh, yeah, honey!" She felt his fleshy tongue poke deeply into her wet little cunt while the tip of his nose nuzzled against the puckered mouth of her asshole. She giggled and purred happily.
Phyllis sat nearby watching, whimpering softly with frustration. "Oohhh, Irv, please," she sobbed, "Lick me, too! Lick my ass and cunt, honey, please!"
The boy looked over at her and grinned. He moved over behind her and drilled his lengthy tongue far up her juice-filled cunt hole. He pressed his face tightly into the crack of her ass, rooting it back and forth, his tongue sliding back and forth between her cunt slit and her asshole.
Phyllis felt like she was going out of her mind. She squealed and mewled loudly as he licked out her asshole. Then she jerked and cried out when she felt his long, blunt finger being poked up her ass. Her ass walls clamped down tightly around his skewering finger and she wiggled her ass in approval.
"Ooohh, Irv, you sweetheart! That feels wonderful! I just love it, honey! Do it to me, Irv, finger-fuck my ass!"
Heather grinned wickedly at her mother. She sure has changed a lot in the last few days, she thought. Then she felt her own taut young clitty start to itch and tingle and her feeling turned to jealousy. "Oh, Irv, honey," she called, using her best little-girl voice. "How about me? Don't you like my hot little pussy any more? Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Irv, sweetie?"
"Nothing I'd like better!" Irv hissed through clenched teeth as he pulled his finger out of Phyllis' clutching asshole and crawled over to kneel behind Heather.
He gripped her ass tightly in both hands and drove his long, stiff cock balls-deep into her slippery young pussy. He began slashing his prick meat in and out of her hot little pussy while she wiggled her ass cheeks back into his pumping groin.
"Oohhh, yeah, Irv! That's the way, stud! Ride my ass, honey! Fuck me! Wheee!" She felt surging waves of bliss wash over her luscious little body with every furious thrust of his sturdy cock staff. "Fuck me harder! Harder . . harder . . oohhh, I'm going to cum . . . I'm cumming!" Heather's pussy hole tightened around Irv's pumping cock rod as her climax surged through her.
Her mind reeled and her heart almost stopped at the sheer ecstasy. The young stud's prick meat throbbed and swelled up wildly inside the wet embrace of her cunt channel.
She sensed that he'd be cumming right along with her in another second. She tensed her body, getting ready to feel the explosion of his thick jism into her sucking little cunt.
Then, before she knew what was happening, Irv slid his meaty cock backward, pulling it out of her greedily clutching pussy slit with a wet, slurpy sound. Heather groaned, reaching down between her thighs to finger her own pussy, trying to keep her shattering orgasm going for a while longer.
She slumped down onto the mat, curling herself into a tight little ball, finger-fucking her pussy frantically, cooing and whimpering softly. Irv crawled back over to Phyllis and gripped her ass checks tightly in his hands.
She squealed excitedly and wiggled her ass at him shamelessly. She'd been watching him fuck Heather, and by now was almost out of her mind with sluttish lust.
She was expecting him to bring himself off up her horny little pussy now. The moment she felt his swollen cock head brush against the drooling lips of her cunt, she squealed in anticipation and heaved back against him. But once again Irv had other ideas. This time he wedged the bulbous tip of his prick into the tiny mouth of her ass and lunged forward, skewering the full length of his fat cock up her narrow ass tunnel. "Aaahhhhhhh!" Phyllis wailed.
This was wonderful! She'd never been ass fucked before, and once the snug walls of her ass tube stretched open enough to ease the pain, she mewled whorishly in pleasure. She wiggled her impaled ass around on his prick as he pushed it back and forth against her tiny asshole. Her creamy ass cheeks squirmed into his hard belly and his big hairy balls swung in against her drooling pussy with every fuck- stroke. She reached down between her sweaty thighs and pinched the stiff little bud of her clitty, tweaking it.
She was panting like a whore and squealing like a schoolgirl. She felt her girl-cum spurting out of her wet little cunt, drenching his swinging balls and the insides of both their thighs. He slammed his cock into her time after time, and her cum seemed to get bigger and better with each long, ruthless fuck-thrust.
Finally, she felt her body go limp and weak and collapsed onto the gym mat beside her daughter, breathing in heavy, raspy gasps. And still Irv hadn't cum!
He jumped easily to his feet and stood over them, hands on his hips, a wide grin on his face, his prick shaft long and thick as it jutted out of his hairy groin. He was hugely pleased with himself. He'd gotten the both of them off and he still had his own cum to look forward to!
"Hey you two!" he called.
Heather and Phyllis looked at him with bleary, dazed eyes. Their attention was immediately attracted to his huge prick. He beckoned at them with a crooked finger.
"C'mere 'n' finish me off with your mouths!" he ordered sternly. Eagerly, Heather and her mother scampered over to kneel in front of him, They rubbed their warm, flushed titties against his strong, meaty thighs and played with his ass cheeks and balls with their hands. Their slippery little tongues fought each other for the pleasure of licking his knobby cock head.
Their lips squirmed and slurped together as they ran up and down the sides of his long, stiff shaft. Irv stood there grinning down at the two hot-assed sluts as they struggled to make him cum. Then suddenly his eyes narrowed and they felt his balls twitching and rolling around in their tight, hairy pouch. Phyllis ran her tongue wetly over his nuts while Heather mouthed his shuddering cock head. They both knew he was within seconds of cumming and they waited eagerly. Heather saw it first. The tiny slit in the thick tip of his prick staff pursed open against her lapping tongue.
She squealed excitedly and Phyllis brought her lips and tongue down the underside of his cock, pressing her cheek into Heather's, their mouths side-by-side, their eyes glinting lewdly, their breaths catching in their throats.
Then Irv gave a hoarse bellow and his rich, creamy jism shot out through the hole in his cock head and splashed into their faces. His prick bobbed back and forth; showering them with his hot, thick cum juice. Phyllis blinked rapidly as a hot gob of jism spurted onto her eyelids. Heather smacked her lips around the delicious wads of cum that were landing on her cute young face.
They both giggled girlishly as he shot off time after time, drenching their faces with his buttery jism.
When he finally stopped cumming, he sprawled down on the exercise mat, gasping for breath. Heather and Phyllis embraced lovingly, kissing and licking the thick clumps of jism from each other's face. "Oh, that's the sweetest-tasting cum I've ever had," Heather squealed. "I wish I could drink a gallon of it!"
"Mmmmm, yeah, I know what you mean!" Phyllis murmured, her mouth soft and warm against the side of her daughter's throat as she followed a sticky trickle of cum.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath," Irv told them. "There's a lot more where that came from!"
Heather and Phyllis curled up on either side of him and started cleaning off his heavy, fleshy cock with their eager tongues. They were both obviously overjoyed at the thought of having him cum again. Irv laughed and asked, "What would your mother say if she saw you two right now?"
He couldn't quite understand why Heather broke up with such laughter, or why Phyllis blushed so hotly.
Chapter Five
Phyllis was downtown shopping when she decided to stop for some lunch. She was daringly dressed in a pair of skin-tight jeans and a low-cut blouse. She felt several of the men in the restaurant staring at her as she sat down at the counter and glanced through the menu. She grinned to herself as she remembered the time, not too many days ago, when she would have felt uncomfortable about all those lewd stares. But those days were over for good. Now, she deliberately chose clothing that showed off her luscious body. Now, whenever men stared at her titties or her ass, she felt only a sense of delicious wickedness. She'd spent most of the last week with Heather. They'd cunt-sucked and finger fucked each other till they couldn't move. And they'd visited Irv Nesbitt three times and had always exhausted even his tireless cock. When she'd discovered that Heather was fucking with their next-door neighbor, Vic Todd, Phyllis' only reaction had been to plead to go along next time. She still giggled whenever she thought of Vic's expression when the two of them had shown up at his house, all hot and horny and eager to fuck. Phyllis couldn't remember when she'd had more fun, more joy, more pure pleasure out of just being alive.
Then she thought of Floyd returning from his business trip and for a second all her new- found contentment vanished. Quickly, she dismissed Floyd and all his hang-ups from her mind. That was one problem she refused to worry about until she had to.
She'd ordered a sandwich and a coke and it was just being put down on the counter in front of her when she became aware of a man standing next to her.
He was tall and good-looking, with a broad smile and horny eyes.
"My friend and I were wondering if you'd care to join us at our table." He pointed to a small table against the back wall where she saw another man seated, watching them. He was also tall and handsome, and he matched the first man's smile when she looked over at him. Phyllis thought briefly about what might happen when Floyd returned. She knew this might be the last chance she'd ever get to do something brazen and sexy. So she picked up her lunch and went over to the table with the two strangers.
They introduced themselves as Barney and Lonnie. Barney said they were salesmen, in town for a convention, and asked if she knew where there was any action. She mentioned the names of some night clubs that featured live entertainment, then with a devilish grin, she added the names of an x-rated movie house and a strip joint.
She wondered if Floyd was sitting at another table in another city, being told about the local action by some other woman. She hoped so. It might do him some good.
She finished her lunch while they chatted. Then the two men bought a round of beer each and they chatted some more, and almost before she knew it, it was six o'clock. She said something about having to get along home now.
"Aww, the evening's young yet, Phyllis," Lonnie protested. "We noticed a quiet little cocktail bar right across the street from our hotel. What say we stop in there and have a few real drinks?" "Yeah!" Barney said enthusiastically. "Have pity on a couple of poor out-of towners!"
Phyllis hardly hesitated at all before agreeing. She excused herself long enough to phone home and tell Heather that she might not be back till late.
Her daughter's only answer was a sly-sounding chuckle. Phyllis chuckled herself as she went to the door where Barney and Lonnie were waiting for her. She didn't believe for one moment that her hot-blooded young daughter would just sit alone at home and twiddle her thumbs all evening. Phyllis found it terribly exciting to be the center of attention for the two handsome young men. She sat between them in the front seat of their rented car as they drove to the cocktail bar. They hadn't gone half a block before she had a hand on each knee. She pretended not to notice. But after another half a block, their hands began inching up the insides of her thighs and she couldn't pretend any longer. She giggled and squirmed around on the car seat. She was remembering one of the sexy stories her daughter had told, a story about how she'd been double-fucked by a pair of defensive ends on the All-City football team. Maybe tonight would be Phyllis' turn to get her ass and cunt fucked at the same time!
"Shit, I hate these damned jeans," Barney said. "You can't feel a damn thing through them!"
Phyllis giggled and leaned back against the seat, letting them feel up her thighs as best they could. She squared her shoulders and thrust out her chest, feeling their hot eyes on the creamy upper slopes of her titties as they threatened to spill out over the low top of her blouse. Her pussy slit was leaking warmly.
Lonnie was driving and he had to keep at least one hand on the wheel. His free hand was roving freely up and down the inside of one of her thighs. Barney had two free hands and he was using them both. He slid closer to her on the seat, putting one arm up over her shoulders while his other hand got closer and closer to her damp crotch. "Ya' know I was just thinking," he murmured to her. "How's about we go straight to our motel and skip the bar?"
Phyllis looked sideways at him and smirked wantonly. "Sure! Why not? Sounds like fun!"
"You want to call a friend to join us?" Lonnie asked. "Or are you game for a threesome?"
Phyllis considered calling Heather, but dismissed the idea; she was greedy to have these two horny studs all to herself. "I'm game for anything," she cooed.
Barney chuckled and moved his hand down from her shoulder to cup her billowing titty. "You think you can handle the two of us, baby?" Phyllis let her eyes narrow into slits and she squealed softly as his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple, tweaking the throbbing nubbin and filling her whole tit with warm, juicy pleasure. She reached down and took Lonnie's hand and moved it onto her crotch, pressing his palm firmly down against her hot cunt mound. Barney looked over at Lonnie and said, "Buddy, I think this is going to be one of those nights we can both remember in our old age!" "Yeah!" Lonnie said, rubbing his hand into her moist crotch. "If I don't roll this car into a ditch, that is!" he added. Phyllis giggled and started running her own hands up and down the insides of their legs. Suddenly, she slid both hands straight up into their crotches and cupped the large bulges of their cocks. She fingered the outlines of their meaty prick shafts, caressing and kneading and stroking them with skilled deftness.
She was having so much fun feeling up their cocks and balls she was almost sorry when they finally arrived at the motel. Lonnie parked the car and they hurried into their room and Barney locked the door behind them. By the time the light had been switched on, Phyllis was already pushing her jeans down.
First she did a few obscene bumps and grinds, still wearing her high heels, panties, bra and blouse. Barney turned on the radio and she swayed back and forth dreamily, teasing them by tugging at the elastic waistband of her panties, but without pulling them down. Instead, she removed her blouse next; slowly unbuttoning it and then easing it back off her shoulders. The song on the radio was about a cheating wife and Phyllis smiled at the aptness of the music. She swayed and bumped and wiggled around the room in just her underwear and high heels, while Barney and Lonnie clapped and hooted at her, urging her on to take it off.
She reached up behind her back and unhooked the catch of her filmy bra, then teased them by holding it up over her jiggling tits while she made another turn around the room. Finally, she tossed it at Barney and leaped back just in time to avoid the wild grab that Lonnie made for her. She moved back into the center of the room and wiggled her shoulders, making her titties sway and jiggle. Her fat pink nipples grew hard and stiff under their lusty gaze. Still teasingly keeping her distance, she ran her fingertips over her big tits, stroking them without hiding them from view.
She flicked her thumbs over her tingling nipples and cupped the undersides of the swollen globes. She lifted them up and out, as though offering them to her two-man audience, all the while humming along with the radio and moving her feet around in simple dance steps. Barney and Lonnie whistled and stomped their feet wildly. She was pleased to see their cock bulges growing steadily bigger and bigger as they watched.
Finally, she decided she'd teased them long enough. She turned her back to them and hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties. Slowly, she lowered them, rolling them into a narrow band as they inched down over her taut little ass. She paused for a moment to fondle her ass cheeks, looking back between her thighs, smirking in whorish promise. Then she continued sliding her panties down her long shapely legs, keeping her knees locked and bending straight over from the waist, thrusting her ass back toward them.
She slipped her panties off her feet and straightened up, holding them in one hand. She kicked her high heels off and spun around on tiptoe several times, her arms high above her head, her titties jigging firmly. Then she shimmied over to where they were standing and sweetly invited them to play with her tits or her ass or her pussy or anything else they wanted to touch.
They each took a deep breath and shook their heads, as though trying to wake up from a dream. Then they grinned at each other and crowded in on her from either side. Phyllis squealed merrily as she felt four large hands cupping her titties. Then she felt two hands move down to fondle her ass cheeks.
They each picked a nipple and sucked them into their mouths, licking and kissing at the stiff little nubbins while she squirmed and moaned. She moved her feet apart a little, opening her thighs to them.
Immediately, she felt their hands running down into her crotch. They cupped her cunt mound and fingered her pussy lips and pinched her clitty until her squealy giggles turned into hoarse, panting moans of lust. If not for their hands on her cunt and ass, she would have slumped weakly to the floor. She squirmed her crotch against their hands, her eyes growing soft and dreamy.
Finally, she couldn't stand any more of it. She pulled away from them and said, "How come I'm the only one with no clothes on? I feel funny. Either you two strip or I'll put my clothes back on!" "Naw, for Chrissake, don't do that!"
She stood there, giggling as they got out of their clothes in record time. They finally dropped their shorts and Phyllis suddenly found herself staring straight at a pair of long, thick, heavily stiff prick. Her pussy slit gushed and her clitty started quivering frantically. She motioned them out into the center of the room and walked around them several times, examining their naked bodies. 'My God!' she thought to herself. 'I can't really believe I'm doing this! Is this really me? Walking around stark naked, inspecting two naked men as though I were thinking of buying them?' She giggled at what Floyd would say if he could see her now.
She came up behind them and ran her hands over the tight cheeks of their asses. She reached between their legs from behind and briefly fondled their balls, then strolled lazily around in front of them. She took a prick in each hand and pumped them slowly. "Yes," she cooed. "I think you two will do very nicely!" She stroked their meaty cocks slowly, pulling and jacking at both throbbing shafts. She bent over and planted a small, juicy kiss on each of their cock heads, watching their nuts twitch and roll. Fresh pussy oil oozed out of her horny little cunt slit and trickled down her legs. She walked backward toward the bed, leading the men by their hot, fleshy pricks. When they were stretched out on their backs, side-by-side, she crouched over their loins and began licking and kissing and lapping noisily at their jutting cocks. They were soon groaning loudly and bucking their asses around on the bed while she rolled her tongue greedily over their twitching, shivering pricks.
She licked and kissed until she had them both glistening wetly with her saliva. Then she lowered her mouth down around Barney's thrusting prick, swallowing half of it and swishing her tongue against it. After a minute or two, she moved over to Lonnie's upstanding prick shaft and slurped at it for a while. She moved back and forth, sucking first one massive cock and then the other.
Lonnie and Barney both whined and grunted and reared up off the bed, shoving their swollen cocks at her face.
The more she gobbled their prick meat, the more hot and slutty Phyllis felt. She reached underneath them and slyly poked a long finger into each asshole, reaming out their asses while she moved her mouth from one huge prick to the other. Her clitty was still throbbing homily and her girl-cum was still flowing freely, turning her whole crotch into a wet swamp. She loved the way their assholes tightened and pulled at her fingers and the way their cock heads tasted against her twirling tongue. But most of all she loved her new freedom. The freedom to do whatever lewd, sexy thing she wanted.
The freedom to revel and wallow in her own ecstasy. The freedom she'd never know with Floyd.
She bent down and began licking and kissing at their balls, soaking the hairy sacs with her spit, sucking each of their hard nuts into her mouth and nipping and squeezing at them gently. And they heaved and bounced up and down on the springy mattress as she ran her broad, fleshy tongue up the undersides of their cocks in long wet swipes and drilled her wiggly fingers in and out of their greasy assholes. She bobbed her head up and down over Lonnie's cock shaft, her tongue squirming against the underside of the meaty cock pole, her lips ovaled into a tight ring.
She gradually pulled more and more of his prick into her mouth until she felt his bulbous cock head burrowing against the back of her throat. When she felt that he was right on the verge of shooting his juice, she raised her head and smiled sweetly into his flushed face before moving over and repeating the whole treatment on Barney's thick cock rod. The two men groaned and hissed through their clenched teeth as she moved her warm wet mouth and agile little tongue back and forth from one cock to the other. She crammed as much of their delicious pricks as she could into her hungry throat as her fingers continued wiggling around inside the slippery channels of their assholes.
Her saliva drooled out of the corners of her mouth and soaked their hairy crotches. She sucked them time after time almost to the point where they were about to cum down her throat, only to pull away and let one cock cool off a little while she worked on the other. She didn't even seem to pause for breath. Finally Barney couldn't stand it any more. He sat up and pushed her over onto her back, pulling her fingers out of their assholes and Lonnie's prick out of her mouth.
While she sprawled out with her knees up and her thighs wide open, they crouched down in front of her, fascinated by the sight of the moist pink cunt slot she was offering them.
Impatiently, she poked a finger deep into her pussy furrow, fucking it back and forth and stirring through the foamy sauce while they leaned over her crotch for a better look.
One of them stroked the tip of his finger over the fleshy lips of her cunt and rubbed her stiff little clitty. Phyllis squealed and jerked her crotch up against his finger as it diddled her clit button. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She didn't know who was doing what, and she didn't really give a damn as long as it got done. She felt fingers fucking in and out of her pussy slot. She felt hands cupping her ass cheeks while other hands and fingers poked at her asshole. She felt their faces brushing against the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs and felt their hot breaths tickling the furry curls of her muff. She quivered and squealed and shuddered and giggled. When one of them finally pressed his mouth down over her cunt hole and began tongue fucking her, she howled with pent-up ecstasy. She felt the tongue twirling around her clitty and jabbing deep into her sloshy cunt. Whoever it was really knew how to eat cunt! He used his tongue like a spoon, scooping out whole mouthfuls of her hot, buttery cum cream and swallowing it down with noisy gulps. She raised her head and looked down between her heaving titties.
It was Lonnie slurping so deftly on her cunt-hole! She laid her head back against the mattress and mewled softly in bliss, humping her crotch against his face, urging him to pay more attention to her horny little clit.
She sensed rather than saw Barney push his friend away and take his place between her thighs.
He lapped and licked up and down the puffy lips of her cunt gash, covering both sides of her pussy slit with each swipe of his broad tongue. She squealed merrily and reached down to run her fingers through his hair. Then he started stroking his tongue in and out of her hot cunt, curling it into a stiff, fleshy shaft.
She felt them rolling her onto her side. Barney continued feasting on her delicious cunt meat while Lonnie pressed his mouth into the crack of her ass. Hot jolts of delight surged through her body when Lonnie began tonguing her snug little ass.
She gurgled happily and kicked her bare heels in the air. Her pussy spasmed in one orgasm after another as one tongue slashed in and out of her pussy hole while the other burrowed deep into her ass. Her body tensed as she strained to tighten her cunt and ass around the two tongues fucking in and out of her fuck-holes. She writhed and tossed wildly, rolling over onto her back, with Lonnie beneath her, her ass cheeks bouncing up and down on his face.
Her cunt was spewing so much girl-cum that Barney couldn't lap it up fast enough. Some of it trickled down into the crack of her ass and into Lonnie's upturned mouth. When her orgasms began to ease up, the men tongue-fucked her slowly and gently, soothing her as she came down.
When she'd caught her breath, she giggled and said, "I want to get fucked that same way now. With your cocks, cunt and ass, front and back, both at the same time!"
They laughed at her whorish eagerness and Barney stretched out on his back with his mammoth cock thrusting toward the ceiling. He motioned for her to straddle him.
Phyllis stared at his immense hard-on for a second, then threw one leg over his waist and squatted down above his crotch. He rubbed his plump cock head back and forth along the sloshy cunt gash of her pussy, juicing it up in her drooling cunt oil. She began to lower herself, eager cunt swallowing his prick meat hungrily.
She reached down and caught his wrists in her hands and placed his palms over her billowing titty mounds, then leaned into them and kissed hint. Her tongue drilled into his mouth as she rocked her crotch back and forth against his, his prick cork-screwing into her pussy tunnel. She squealed into Barney's mouth when she felt Lonnie climbing into position behind her. His hands cupped her ass cheeks and pried them apart, revealing the tiny pink hole of her ass.
She cuddled her face against Barney's neck and whimpered while Lonnie pushed and shoved his thick cock head against the taut, puckered mouth of her asshole.
Her gasping wails turned into happy sighing purrs as his knobby cock head eased its way inside her ass channel. Lonnie's cock meat slowly advanced into the tight warmth of her asshole, stretching the snug walls. Finally he was in up to his balls and he paused for a second to catch his breath. Phyllis felt warm and contented, impaled on their two cocks. She felt almost comfortable enough to fall asleep. But then the men started fucking her and suddenly sleep was the furthest thing from her mind! They fucked in perfect rhythm, one going in just as the other was moving out. Barney reached down and played with her ass while Lonnie brought his hands around from behind and played with her tits. Their pricks never stopped pistoning back and forth in her tight little fuck-holes. Within minutes, Phyllis felt her body spasming into one orgasm after another, each more powerful and delicious than the one before it. Just as they fucked as a team, they blew their loads as a team. She felt Barney cum first; filling her pussy hole with thick, hot jism. A split second later, Lonnie's swollen cock head started spurting his rich, buttery cum juice far up into her clenched ass tunnel. The three of them rolled back and forth across the bed, panting and grunting as they came.
It was late that night when a very exhausted Lonnie drove a very ecstatic Phyllis home. Barney was sprawled out half-dead across the bed back at the motel. She had fucked and sucked them both to within an inch of their lives.
Phyllis wasn't too surprised to find the house dark and empty. She noticed that the lights were still on over at Vic Todd's house. She started undressing as soon as she was inside the front door, and by the time she reached her bedroom, she was naked and already half-asleep She fell down onto the bed and was completely asleep by the time her head hit the pillow.
She slept long and deep and dreamlessly.
Chapter Six
"Daddy?" Heather called from the doorway. "Can I bother you for a few moments? I want to talk something over with you."
Floyd looked up from the paperwork he'd brought home with him. He was seated at the desk in the small utility room he used for a den. He'd been back from his business trip only two days, and he was still trying to get caught up on everything that had accumulated during his absence.
"You're never a bother, dear," he told his daughter, smiling warmly.
"C'mon in."
He switched off his calculator and leaned back in his chair. Actually, he was glad for the interruption. He didn't have the least idea that his sweet young daughter was planning to get him to fuck her.
Heather had been thinking about it ever since his return. She had decided that she could do for him what she'd already done for her mother. If she could get him between her thighs just once, he'd never be the same again.
And today was that day!
She'd gotten rid of her mother by sending her next door to Vic Todd's house, telling her she had something to do and to stay with Vic until she phoned and told her it was okay to come back. Phyllis had been curious and a little reluctant to take orders from her own daughter, but the thought of Vic's big cock talked her into it.
Heather stepped into the room and approached the desk. Floyd gasped at the way she was dressed. She'd worn her scantiest cut offs and a tiny halter-top for the occasion of her father's seduction.
"What's on your mind, honey?" he asked.
"Well, it's a little embarrassing, Daddy." she murmured. "Do you mind if I close the door? I wouldn't want anyone to overhear this."
Floyd couldn't think who might be around to overbear anything. Phyllis was out of the house, visiting a friend, she'd told him. But he decided to humor her. He nodded and watched as she turned back to the door to close it.
He was uncomfortably aware that Heather was growing up. The scandalous outfit she was wearing showed off everything she had and he squirmed uneasily in his chair as he saw the way her full firm tits jiggled under that skimpy top. Her taut little ass stretched the seat of her cut-offs and filled him with a vague restless ness he didn't understand. He made a mental note to have a few sharp words with her about the way she dressed.
Heather returned and seated herself on the edge of his desk. She had already decided on a made-up problem that would bring the conversation around to where she wanted it. She spoke rapidly, not giving him a chance to interrupt her.
"There's a boy at school I've been seeing a lot of lately and he says he really loves me and wants to fuck me so much and I don't know if I should let him or not. What do you say, Daddy?"
Floyd looked as though he was going to strangle. His face flushed a deep red. After a moment or two, he became aware that his jaw was hanging open.
Heather almost giggled out loud.
"Please say I can let him, Daddy!" She scooted around on the desk until she was sitting directly in front of him, giving him a perfect view at the insides of her succulent young thighs.
"You probably think I'm too young to fuck, Daddy, but I want to so bad! Sometimes I feel his big cock through the front of his pants and I get so excited, I almost cum in my panties!"
"Heather! Stop it!" he cried. He slumped back in his chair, looking wide-eyed at her. He was starting to feel like a trapped animal. "Look, dear, but, I really think you should be discussing this with your mother-"
"But I wanted your opinion." Heather said, pouting. She slid down off the desk and, before he could stop her, sat down on his lap. She squirmed her taut ass cheeks around and felt him growing a nice big, throbbing hard on.
"Please tell me what you think I should do, Daddy."
"Well, uh, first I think you should get off my lap," Floyd stammered.
The heat from her wiggly young ass was spreading rapidly into his crotch. His cock shaft was responding with lewd twitches. He knew that it was wicked and evil for him to be feeling this way, especially because of his own daughter! God, what was happening to him? Was he turning into some sort of sex fiend? He struggled to keep his voice calm.
"You're really getting too old to be sitting on my lap like this, dear. And I really do think it would be best if you took your, uh, problem to your mother."
"Why don't you want to help me, Daddy?" Heather murmured. "It isn't because you're embarrassed talking about sex, is it?"
Even as she asked the question she knew the answer. He was just as hung-up as her mother had said he was. She thought about all the fun she was going to have breaking down his inhibitions. Phyllis had also mentioned that he was a hell of a stud once he got going.
Heather's pussy drooled and her clitty tingled. She could hardly wait to suck his cock and lick his balls and feel his big stiff rod thrusting up into her horny little cunt.
"Well," Floyd muttered, "I wouldn't say embarrassed, exactly, but . ."
"You've got a hard-on, Daddy," she interrupted. "I can feel it against my ass."
Floyd's whole body shuddered at her words. He opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out. His knuckles were white and his arms quivered as he gripped the arms of his chair. Then Heather slid slowly off his lap and on to the floor in front of him, her butt rubbing sensually against his bulging crotch. Her fingers started tugging at the zipper of his fly.
Floyd stared down at her; unable to believe she was actually doing what he saw that she very plainly was doing.
"Heather . . . stop that . . . don't . .."
His hands waved half-heartedly at her. "Please, don't! I'm your father!"
"But I want to, Daddy!" she giggled. "And a nice little blow-job will make you feel a lot better, too!"
She opened his fly, unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his feet. His cock was a lengthy shaft of stiff meat tenting the front of his cotton shorts. Before he could make any more feeble protests, she yanked down his shorts, squealing at the sight of his naked cock as it jutted out.
Another gush of pussy cream seeped out on to the crotch of her cut-offs as she realized just how well hung her father was. The shaft of his prick was thick and fleshy and covered with throbbing veins. The head was smooth and bloated and equipped with a cute little piss hole where his jism would soon be spurting out.
"Gee, Daddy! You've got a real nice cock!"
"Heather! You can't-"
Ignoring his words completely, Heather sat back on her heels between his legs and wrapped her fingers tightly around his jutting prick staff. While she fisted the base of his cock rod in one hand, she cupped his hairy nuts in the other, squeezing them lovingly. Then she leaned forward and closed her soft, wet lips around the thickness of his prick, just behind the bulbous cock head.
Floyd sat there stunned, looking down at the obscene sight of his pretty young daughter, smiling up at him around the fat pole of his cock. Suddenly, she dropped her face down in to his lap and he groaned as he felt his knobby cock crown wedging itself tightly against the back of her throat.
Heather breathed through flaring nostrils, slurping her tight lips up and down the length of his stiff cock shaft. Her tongue lapped shamelessly over his pulsating cock meat. Her fingertips teased his bloated balls, tickling the hairy, wrinkled sac. She bounced the two swollen rocks on the palm of her cupped hand and squeezed them gently between her fingers.
Floyd groaned. He gazed down at his daughter's face as it bobbed up and down in his lap, seeing the way his mammoth cock staff slid easily in and out of the warm oval of her lips. It somehow looked so natural, his prick in her mouth, although he knew it was unnatural . . . evil . . . perverted. But no matter what his mind thought about it, his cock seemed to thrive inside his daughter's mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," Heather cooed, lifting her mouth off his cock head for a second. "Your cock sure tastes good, Daddy."
She fondled his balls in one hand and slid her other hand up and down the shaft of his vibrating prick, jacking him off lovingly while her juicy little pink tongue twirled and rolled over the round, meaty head of his prick.
The tip of her tongue fluttered back and forth against the sensitive underside of his cock, just behind the savory head. His prick jerked and lurched wildly against her stroking fist and Heather giggled in slutty pleasure.
"Do you like the way I'm licking your cock, Daddy?" Heather held his cock shaft tightly in her hand and rubbed the tip of her thumb back and forth over the swollen head.
"You must like it, because your prick's sure getting stiff! You want me to give you some more head, Daddy?"
Floyd hesitated before answering. He looked back and forth between his daughter's smiling face and his twitching cock several times. His conscience was nagging him, but after a moment he decided that, for once in his life, he wasn't going to listen to it. He reached down with both bands and cupped the back of Heather's head and pulled her sweet young mouth back down onto the spit-soaked head of his throbbing prick.
"Yes, dear, I want you to give me some more head, as you put it. I still think it's wrong, but I don't give a damn." His voice was hoarse and raspy. "I want you to make me cum, Heather!"
Heather was hornier than ever, and the more she gobbled her father's prick, the hornier she became. Her tongue swirled back and forth over his cock head as she sucked it. She held her lips tightly around his prick shaft just behind the head while her moist little hands jacked up and down on his cock and played with his balls. Loud, wet slurpy sounds filled the room.
"Ohhh, God, that feels good!" Floyd panted. He squirmed his ass around in his chair as his jism bubbled and churned in his nuts. "I'm almost there, honey!" He started face-fucking her with his lengthy cock staff. "Just a . little . . . more, honey . . .'n I'll be - . . cumming."
Heather sucked harder, eager to taste his fresh cum as it poured down her throat. Her cheeks sucked in and out and spit drooled wetly from the corners of her mouth. Her hand pumped up and down his prick stalk.
"Uuhhh, Christ, honey! I can feel it! I'm starting to cum, baby! I'm . . going to cum!"
His jism spewed thickly out of his meaty cock head, splashing against the back of her gulping throat. Heather swallowed for all she was worth, trying to keep up with the steady streaming flood of hot, creamy cum. She closed her eyes and mewled happily as she felt his delicious jism warming her tummy. Her hand stroked his spasming cock while her lips skillfully sucked every last drop of his gooey cum out of his big balls.
When she was finally finished, she sat back on her heels, smacking her lips. Floyd slumped weakly in his chair, gasping for breath. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. A lusty warmth filled her pussy when Heather saw that his cock was still semi-hard. She realized that he'd be able to fuck her even after blowing one of the biggest wads she'd ever seen!
Getting to her feet, she started stripping off her clothes, moving quickly before he noticed. By the time Floyd opened his eyes and looked at her, she was just skinning her tiny panties down her lush thighs. A second later she was completely naked, straddling his lap and smirking shamelessly. He realized at once what she was going to do, but once more he was unable to bring himself to stop her.
"Heather, no . . . you can't . . . " he stammered, his voice weak.
"Sure I can, Daddy! And I want to!" She slid her knees forward on the chair seat on either side of him, poising her hairy crotch directly over his jutting cock stalk. "I want to fuck you, Daddy." She started lowering her cunt mound onto his lap while she reached down and gripped his still-rigid prick.
Floyd gawked at his daughter as though he'd never seen her before. Her sweet young face was flushed with lust and there was a wicked gleam in her clear eyes.
She shivered hornily as she rubbed his swollen cock head up and down in the slippery furrow of her cunt slit. Then she wedged the bloated crown of his prick into the tight mouth of her cunt hole and dropped downward suddenly, swallowing inch after inch of his thick cock up the narrow, slippery tunnel of her pussy. Floyd gasped and looked down between her smooth, shapely thighs and watched his fleshy cock pole disappear into the hot taut gash of her cunt.
"God, I just hope your mother doesn't come barging in here!"
Heather giggled, knowing full well that Phyllis was hacking her own brains out on Vic Todd's big cunt-stuffer. "Don't worry about Momma. The only thing you've got to worry about is fucking me!"
She put her hands on his shoulders and began to bounce rhythmically on his up-standing cock shaft, sliding her slippery cunt lips along the throbbing meat of his prick, slapping her rounded ass cheeks against his thighs.
"C'mon, Daddy! Fuck back at me! Make me cum this time!"
Whatever protests Floyd was about to utter were forgotten when he felt the delicious tightness of his daughter's hot young pussy walls. He managed a low, throaty moan and his hands crept around behind her, cupping the jiggly cheeks of her ass. His fingers dug in to the smooth, flexing meat of her taut little ass.
"Ohh, Christ Almighty, baby," he muttered.
His prick rod began to twitch and tremble inside the warm embrace of her pussy channel. His ass started to lurch beneath her bobbing crotch. Within seconds, he was bucking up and down on the chair seat, ramming his cock in and out of her pussy, fucking her for all he was worth.
Heather squealed and cooed when she felt him starting to get into the spirit of things. His cock was slashing in and out of her so fast and so hard that she felt as though her cunt tunnel was on fire. Her pussy walls clutched and sucked at his stroking cock and she wailed. His big prick head battered into the deep end of her pussy tunnel, rubbing back and forth over her puffy little clit.
"Oohhh, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" The chair they were on almost tipped over with the violence of their fucking. "Harder, Daddy! Fuck me harder! My little pussy's sure enjoying this!"
Floyd bucked his ass up off the chair and drilled his stiff cock pole deep into her tight young pussy with all his strength. Her big titties jiggled and swayed right in front of his eyes. He leaned forward a little and licked the flat of his tongue over her pointy nipple buds as she humped up and down on his massive hard-on, sucking every inch of his throbbing meaty cock shaft into her greedy pussy.
"Uuuhhhhhhh, Christ, I'm cumming!" Heather gurgled throatily. Her cunt exploded into a gushing orgasm, tightening her pussy walls around his skewering prick stalk. "Aaahhhhhhh! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck the living hell out of me! Yeah, yeah, that's the way! Oohhh, God! I'm still cumming!"
She came until she thought she'd never stop, squirming and writhing hornily around his big cock as it plowed in and out of her seething little cunt hole.
Floyd gritted his teeth as he felt a fresh load of cum churning around in his nuts. He dug his fingers into her taut ass cheeks and pulled her down tightly against his lap, cramming the full length of his shuddering cock pole into her hot young pussy.
Heather, knowing what he was about to do, squealed merrily and hugged his face to her titties. Her cunt sleeve contracted around his huge prick. Floyd pressed his face into the deep valley between her tits and sighed as his cum bubbled up from his balls and raced along the fleshy tube of his prick.
His second cum was just as big as his first. He splattered wetly against the back of her pussy tunnel, spurting his jism into her greedily sucking cunt time after time.
He squeezed her ass cheeks and humped himself up and down, jabbing his cock into her in short strokes, each one timed to a thick spurt of cum juice. Heather giggled and squealed in bliss as she felt her little pussy being filled to over flowing with her daddy's rich, buttery jism.
"Oohhh, Daddy," she murmured. "You sure know how to cum!" She pulled his face up from between her titties and kissed him on the mouth, her deft little tongue sneaking in against his.
Then she rose up from his lap, let ting his shriveled cock meat pull out of her cunt slit with a wet, slurpy sound.
Floyd looked at his daughter, his own jism soaking the insides of her thighs, her muff hairs wet and. matted, her titties flushed and her nipples stiff and rosy. His whole attitude had changed in the last half-hour. He knew he'd never be the same man. He was different now and there was no going back.
His delicious young daughter had opened new doors for him and he was determined to explore.
He stood up and began pushing papers off the top of his desk. "Get up here, honey. Sit right on the edge of the desk and spread those legs of yours wide open. I'm going to suck your cunt!"
Heather's eyes opened wide. She'd expected him to be filled with remorse and self-blame. But she was delighted not to have to go through that scene with him.
Instead, she felt her clitty tingle excitedly at the thought of being sucked off by her own father. She rubbed her thighs together and squeezed the fleshy folds of her pussy mouth, thinking what a tasty meal her cunt was going to make. She hopped lightly onto the edge of the desk and spread her smooth bare thighs wide apart, leaning back on her elbows and grinning hotly at Floyd.
"Okay, Daddy," she cooed. "Come 'n' get it!"
Floyd knew that after shooting two loads he needed some time before he could get another hard-on. Still, his cock meat twitched a little as he looked at his daughter's juicy pink cunt slit. Taking a deep breath, he leaned down and wedged his face tightly between her warm, moist thighs.
Heather squealed as she felt his long, stiff tongue fucking in and out of her pussy, curling and rubbing against her slippery little cut stump. She squirmed her ass against the desktop as new spasms of pleasure washed over her. She draped her legs over his shoulders and wiggled her pussy mound against his face.
"Oohhh, Daddy, that feels good!" she mewled. Bracing herself on her elbows, she tightened her soft thighs around his head and began bucking her crotch into his face. "Suck it, Daddy! Suck my little cunt till I cum! Oh, Christ, you're a great cunt-lapper!"She was a little surprised at his talent. Her mother had confessed that cunt sucking was something he'd always refused to do. Now Heather was discovering just how skilled her dad was twirling his tongue over her clitty and sliding it back and forth like a miniature cock, tongue-fucking her excited little pussy as though he'd been doing it all his life.
She squealed and giggled and rubbed her bubbly cunt slot back and forth over his skewering tongue shaft wildly. He was even better at eating her out than her mother was! He gobbled her cunt meat like a starving man, scooping up her cunt juices and swallowing them down greedily. She was beginning to enjoy his busy, wet tongue almost as much as she had enjoyed his fat cock.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Lick my clitty some more! Make me cum, Daddy! Let me cream all over your tongue!" Her thighs were clenched tightly around his head, holding his face securely and tightly against her streaming cunt hole. "I'm going to cum again! Oohhh, shit, Daddy, suck me! Eat me out 'n' make me cum!"
Floyd closed his pursed lips around her shivering little clit and sucked it into his mouth, nipping at it gently. He squeezed one hand in under his chin and suddenly thrust his long middle finger into her snug little cunt gash, finger-fucking her while he sucked her clitty.
She leaned back on her arms and raised her ass completely off the desk, bucking her crotch madly against his sucking mouth and thrusting finger.
"Ooohhh, yeah, Daddy! That's the way to make me cum! Suck my clit 'n' fuck my cunt!"
Floyd continued to slurp and finger her slobbering pussy furrow until long after she'd slumped back against the desk top, quivering and cooing softly. Then he straightened up and glanced down. His cock staff was long and thick and stiff. Heather saw it too and giggled wantonly.
"Sucking pussy seems to agree with you, Daddy!"
"In that case," he said, "I'll see to it that I do a lot of it! But right now, I'm more in the mood for another good long fuck!"
Heather giggled merrily; "I'm always in the mood! But let's go into your bedroom and make ourselves nice 'n' comfy!"
Floyd frowned. "But what if your mother comes home?"
That reminded Heather of something she had to do. "I told you not to worry about Momma. Let's go!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room and toward his bedroom. She pushed him inside and said, "I'll be right back! I got to do something!"
Leaving her father in the bedroom, she went to the living room and picked up the phone and dialed a number. When a voice on the other end answered, she said. "Momma? Heather. You can come home any time now. And have I got a surprise for you!"
Chapter Seven
Phyllis stretched out on the bed in Vic Todd's bedroom, feeling wonderfully exhausted, thinking about the last few hours. Her cunt lips were swollen and juicy. She had been fucked as never before by a man who liked to fuck and who certainly knew how. Idly, she wondered what Heather was up to. Her daughter hadn't offered any explanations when she'd told her to go over and spend the afternoon with Vic. Just said she'd call when it was okay to come home. Now Phyllis knew that she wouldn't want to leave when the time came. She'd want to stay here with Vic and fuck some more. She was beginning to hope that her daughter would never call!
She could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom. Vic was in there, She giggled and her eyes grew dreamy with remembered pleasures. 'What would good old Floyd say if he could see me now?' she wondered. 'Was he sitting at home right this minute, wondering where I am? Does it occur to him that I'm just next door getting my cunt stuffed?' Her husband had never made her feel like this, but Vic Todd could and did, She had been well fucked and she found herself with a craving for more-much more!
Vic stepped out of the bathroom, wearing just a bath towel around his waist. Phyllis eyed his handsome, muscular body hotly. He looked great. Just the sight of him was enough to set her clitty to throbbing with shameless need. She could feel her heart beating a little faster. "Vic," she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Vic, do you feel like another round?"
She sat up on the bed and squared her shoulders, jutting her big, round titties out at him.
She let her thighs fall open to show him the creamy pink furrow of her pussy. At one time, she would have used her cunt and tits to try and excite Floyd. Now here she was, practically throwing them at her next-door neighbor.
"You never seem to get enough, do you?" Vic chuckled. "Why don't you go home to that husband of yours?"
"I like it here," she told him honestly, squirming her lush ass around on the mattress.
Vic grinned. It was nice to have a sexy woman like her at his complete beck and call. He hoped she never got tired of him. There were plenty of other foxy cunts in the world-including this one's own daughter- but still, Phyllis was nice to have around. And if that dumb husband of hers was too much of a nitwit to know a good thing when he had it . . . well, that was just too damned bad, now wasn't it?
"You're a little overdressed, aren't you, lover?" Phyllis teased. "Why don't you take off your towel and get comfortable?"
"You can't fool me," he laughed. "You don't care a bit about my comfort. You just want to look at my cock, lady!"
Phyllis giggled shamelessly. "Yep!"
Still laughing at her wanton excitement, he dropped the bath towel to the floor and walked away from it, approaching the bed. He could almost feel the heat of her eyes as she stared at his heavy, semi-hard prick and fat, round balls.
Her eyes were like the caress of a wet tongue against his cock meat and he could feel his prick rising.
"Can I kiss it?" Phyllis asked in a little-girl voice. She looked up at him as he stood next to the bed, running her pink tongue out over her full, pouting lips.
"You're a shameless little bitch, you know that?"
"Yes, I know it," she admitted readily.
"Good!" he snickered. "I like shameless little bitches!" He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her, pulling her down onto her knees on the floor. His large hands cupped the back of her head and he forced her face down onto his crotch. Phyllis squealed in mock fright. She took a deep breath of the strong, masculine aroma of his groin and kissed the thick, fleshy crown at the end of his prick staff. "Mmmmm," she murmured.
She ran a series of brief, wet kisses down the underside of cock pole, then kissed her way back to the head.
His cock was getting stiffer and stiffer all the time. She opened her mouth and slurped his bloated cock head between her lips. Slowly she sank her face down into his crotch, swallowing more and more of his thick, delicious prick rod. His fleshy cock head was butted firmly against the back of her throat.
"That's the way, honey," Vic moaned.
He ran his fingers through her silky hair as she bobbed her mouth up and down along his pulsating prick stalk. Her wet little tongue skimmed over the sensitive underside of his cock, tickling and rubbing against the fat slab of cock meat.
"Ohhh, Christ, honey," he grunted, breathing heavily. "You're real good! You give great head!"
She lifted her mouth off his cock and smiled. "It's 'cause I love this big prick of yours, lover! I love sucking on it 'n' I really love it when you fuck me with it!"
"That's what I like to hear, honey. Now really suck it like you mean it!" Vic pushed her face back down onto his jutting prick meat. Phyllis closed her lips tightly around the thickness of his cock rod and sucked it deeply into her throat, gurgling happily around it. She raised her head, then plunged her juicy lips back to the root of his prick. Her head pumped up and down steadily, her lips pulling and tugging on his meaty prick, her tongue twirling and roiling over it. "Uuhhh, shit. Honey, that's nice!" he muttered thickly. She began bobbing her head faster and faster. She could feel his spasming prick expanding, growing bigger and stiffer as it slithered in and out of her snugly ovaled lips.
Her saliva drooled out of the corners of her mouth, soaking his crotch hairs and his plump balls. His prick was already so slippery that it slid easily through the tight ring of her sucking lips. Phyllis moved one hand up between his thighs and cupped his heavy, crinkled balls, squeezing them gently. He moaned loudly and spread his legs wider apart; giving her all the freedom she wanted to play with his nuts.
"Aahhh, shit, honey! You're a born cock- sucker, you know that?" Phyllis quivered lustily at the sound of his words. She'd never thought any man would ever call her something like that. But her daughter had changed everything.
Heather had introduced her to a whole new world, a world filled with big, hard cocks and juicy little cunts. If only Floyd could join her in that world!
"You're doing it just right, honey!" Vic panted. "Keep it up! Keep sucking my cock just like that! Ooohhh, you sweet little cock- sucker!" He leaned back on his elbows and let her go to town on his thick, shuddering prick. Phyllis gripped the base of his round prick in one hand and fondled his nuts in her other. She could feel the throbbing veins on his cock as the swollen prick shaft slid back and forth between her slobbering lips. She was ready to go on sucking like this all day. She loved the feel of his immense hard-on as her mouth bob bed up and down. She loved the delicious taste of his cock meat and she loved the way his balls quivered and trembled against the tips of her playful fingers. Suddenly Vic reached down and gripped her under the arms and lifted her off his cock. Phyllis whimpered softly, thinking she had done something wrong.
"Oohhh, Vic, lover, don't stop me now! Please! I'll learn to do it better, I promise!"
Vic was both surprised and amused. He could tell she was really scared. She really thought he wanted her to stop sucking his prick because he didn't like what she was doing.
"Relax, honey, relax," he chuckled, stretching out full length in the middle of the bed.
"I'm not going to make you stop. In fact, I wouldn't let you stop! I just want to get a bit more comfy, is all! Now curl up here between my legs, and suck all you want."
Vic had had his cock sucked by a lot of women, but he'd never seen one who enjoyed it so much. Her husband must be a real jerk, he told himself, not taking advantage of such a hot-assed woman like Phyllis. Well, his loss is my gain and to hell with him!
Phyllis giggled with relief. Instead of going right back to sucking his prick, she cuddled against him, kissing and licking at his face and shoulders, working her way down to his broad chest. She lapped at his nipples and pulled at his curly chest hairs with her lips. She was moving down onto his belly when Vic laughed and rolled over onto his stomach.
"Kiss my ass, honey." He said. "Show me how much you want to suck my cock! C'mon, honey! Kiss n' lick my asshole!"
He felt her hesitate a moment. Then her moist lips touched the top of his ass-crack and he felt her tongue licking down toward his asshole. God, he thought, she'll do anything I tell her! Her warm lips and juicy tongue felt great as they moved up and down in the tight crevice between his ass cheeks.
"Ohhh, you little bitch!" he gasped. "You cock-sucking, ass-licking little bitch! I'm really going to enjoy living next door to you! You're even better than that sexy young daughter of yours!" "Mmmmm," Phyllis crooned, her tongue jabbing against the tight opening to his asshole.
Vic rolled back over and pulled her tightly against him. He cupped the wiggly cheeks of her ass and poked one long, stiff finger straight up her ass.
She squealed and cooed and squirmed tighter against his hard body. The walls of her ass tunnel sucked against his finger. "You like having my finger up your ass?"
"I like anything you do to me, lover!"
"Then I think I'll fuck your ass, bitch."
Phyllis giggled as he positioned her onto all fours and knelt behind her. She was remembering the feel of Irv Nesbitt's huge cock as he'd fucked her ass. She'd loved that, and Vic's cock was every bit as thick and long as Irv's.
He pried her ass cheeks open with his thumbs and poked his fat cock head in past the tight ring of muscle surrounding her asshole. It went in easier than he'd thought it would but once inside he felt the resistance of her narrow ass walls. He grunted and plowed his massive prick brutally into her tender little ass. Phyllis cooed and wiggled her ass against him, making no attempt to escape or protest his savage fuck-thrusts.
Vie felt his jism bubble and churn in his balls. He pistoned in and out of her ass slowly, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming. But he didn't want to cum in her ass.
He'd only started ass-fucking her to see if she'd let him. He really wanted to finish the way he'd started-pumping his cock down her throat until he came in her mouth. He stroked back and forth in her ass a few more times, then suddenly pulled his prick out of her clinging asshole and rolled onto his back.
"Finish me off with your mouth, bitch!" he ordered. "First lick my cock clean, then stick it right down your throat and suck it off!" Phyllis looked at his cock. The long thick shaft was slimy and greasy after having been in her asshole. At one time, the very suggestion that she take something like that into her mouth would have made her sick to her stomach but now she didn't even hesitate. Almost before he'd finished speaking, she was running the flat of her tongue up and down over the gooey staff of his prick, cleaning the jerking meat.
Then she pursed her soft wet lips and sucked his swollen cock head into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down, gradually pulling more and more of his tasty prick toward the back of her throat. "Christ Almighty!" Vic groaned.
He felt her busy little tongue flicking back and forth against his shuddering cock staff, jabbing at the tiny hole in the head and taking long, juicy swipes at the underside of his meaty cock. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her pretty face as it rose and fell over his crotch. He could feel his knobby cock head battering against the very end of her throat. "Ohhh, you sweet little cock-sucking bitch," he muttered. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to shoot my fucking load right down that sweet little throat of yours . . . I'm really going to fill you up . . . I'm so . . . close.. . can feel it . . . "
The more he talked about cumming, the faster Phyllis bobbed her head over his straining cock shaft.
He felt the sac of his balls tighten and his juice started to seethe and churn. He gripped her by the hair of her head and forced her face down tightly against his crotch, stuffing his massive hard-on into her mouth and halfway down her throat.
"I'm going to cum!" be cried. "Ooohhh, shit, I'm going to fucking cum!" He pushed down on her head and bucked his ass up off the bed and his hot, thick jism jetted straight down her throat. She almost gagged and struggled to raise her head a little.
She pulled her tightly ovaled lips upward on his twitching cock and made room in her mouth for the rich, buttery wads of cum that were pumping steadily out of his cock head.
Vic slumped back against the mattress, sighing heavily, while Phyllis slurped and lapped the remaining trickles of cum off his cock and balls.
Then she crawled upward over his body, her legs straddling him, her tummy and tits squirming against him. She kissed him, her tongue in his mouth, her crotch grinding into his limp cock.
"What's the matter, honey?" he asked, looking at her glittering eyes and feeling the urgent writhing of her pussy against his crotch. "You still hot?"
"Yes!" she admitted shamelessly. "Ohh, yes!" "Too bad, honey," he teased. "If you hadn't just drained my balls dry, maybe I'd be able to do something about it." She whimpered, still rubbing herself against him. Her nipples were stiff against his chest and he could feel the warm slickness of her sweaty belly. Her whole cunt mound was damp and juicy as it rolled tightly into his shriveled prick. Then he felt a gentle stirring in his balls and a moment later his cock started to tingle.
"Good God, woman!" he moaned. "I'll be damned if you're not getting me all worked up again!"
Her only answer was a wicked little giggle of satisfaction. He ran his hands down her smooth back and cupped her wiggly ass cheeks. They kissed again, his tongue drilling deep into her mouth. She sneaked one hand between their bodies and gripped the stiffening meat of his cock. She squeezed his cock and fondled his balls one-handed, her other arm around his neck, her fingers combing through his hair. She continued to squirm and giggle as Vic kissed his way down over her throat and onto the jiggly melons of her tits. He licked at her pointy nipples and sucked them into his mouth, nipping them lightly with his teeth. Phyllis panted and gasped hotly as she felt his mouth and tongue on her tits and his cock meat getting stiffer and stiffer against the hairy mound of her pussy. "Oooohhh, Vic, honey," she squealed. "You're right! You are getting all worked up again!"
He chewed on her tits while she rubbed her drooling cunt slit back and forth against his refreshed hard-on. Between all the delightful things happening, she was getting hotter and hotter. She wanted to fuck now, needed to fuck, as she needed to breathe. Her clitty was vibrating with excitement, and every time it slid over his fleshy cock head she gave a little cry of joy and her whole body trembled. "Oooooohh, shit, honey!" she panted. "You're not the only one who's getting excited! I'm so hot I'm almost on fire!" Vic rolled her over onto her back and moved his face down onto the fluttering plane of her tummy. His tongue tip lapped out her navel, then he moved farther down, to the edge of her curly muff. He brought one hand up between her thighs and pried open her wet, pulsating cunt lips with his thumb and forefinger.
Then he wedged his face between her thighs.
"Uuuuuunnnhhhh!" she mewled. "Yes, honey! Eat me out! Suck my cunt!" Phyllis rocked her body back and forth as she felt Vic's tongue slide between her parted pussy lips and start to lap at the tender juicy inner meat of her cunt.
The tongue plowed deeply into her, wiggling and snaking to and fro. She spread her thighs as far apart as she could and took hold of the back of his head in both hands, mashing his face tightly against the drippy furrow of her pussy "Suck me, honey, suck me, suck me, oohhh, Christ, suck me . . " she babbled, her voice taking on a low, throaty sing-song tone. She humped her crotch up against his face and pushed against the back of his head, trying to get more of that delightful tongue up into her cunt tunnel.
Vic slurped greedily, feeling and tasting her wondrous pussy cream trickling across his busy tongue and down his throat. Vic couldn't believe the change in the woman since Heather had first brought her over only three days ago. Then she'd been sort of shy and afraid to let herself go.
To tell the truth, Vic had been a little put out that Heather had told her mother all about their fuck-and-suck sessions. But Phyllis hadn't seemed to mind much.
Now she was like some kind of sex-mad fiend who craved cock and more cock and nothing but cock. She sucked him off and fucked him and went into a frenzy whenever he tongued her pussy.
She never seemed to get enough sex. Suddenly he realized that Phyllis was muttering something and tugging at his shoulders, trying to pull him up out of her crotch.
"Fuck me, honey," she was pleading. "Stick that beauty in me and fuck the hell out of me!"
Vic rose up onto all fours and crawled forward until his cock head was brushing against her furry little pussy. He gripped his prick in one hand and aimed it at the spasming slit of her cunt. Then he lunged forward and buried himself balls-deep up her cunt. Phyllis clutched wildly at his shoulders, moaning softly to herself, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
For a few seconds, neither of them moved. They both just paused to thrill to the feeling of his thick cock surrounded by the warm, snug walls of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmm, she cooed. "Start fucking now, honey! C'mon! God, I need it so bad!"
Vic laughed. "You may need it bad, honey, but you're going to get it good!" He began stroking his cock pole in and out of her narrow cunt gash, using long, slow, steady thrusts. He felt his cock head burrowing all the way to the end of her pussy sheath with each stroke. Her body quivered and squirmed beneath him. She reached down between his legs to play with his balls, squeezing and fondling them, urging him to fuck her harder and faster.
He obeyed willingly, snapping his ass in and out against her wet cunt mound, hammering his cock into her harder and faster. "Yeah, that's what I want, honey!" Phyllis murmured. "Uhhhh! Yeah! Just like that! Nice 'n' hard 'n' deep! Ahhhhhh!" Vie reached underneath her and cupped the cheeks of her squirmy ass. He raised her up to meet his fuck-strokes, sliding his prick rod even deeper into her from this new angle.
Phyllis moaned and panted excitedly. She'd never been fucked like this before! His stiff, lengthy prick rod filled her pussy tunnel from one end to the other and rubbed against her vibrating little clitty with each and every stroke.
"Ooooohhh, sweet Jesus!" she gurgled. "You're driving me out of my mind, honey! I feel like I'm going to die!"
He was fucking her with everything he had. He was pounding his prick in and out of her in a frenzy of fuck-lust. He was ramming his knobby cock head deeper into her pussy than she ever would have thought possible. "Shit, Vic!" she wailed. "I'm going to cum! I can feel it! I'm getting closer and closer! I'm fucking going to cum!"
Her cunt juices were making his cock meat so slippery he fucked it in and out with almost no effort. He could feel her cunt walls tightening up around his skewering cock shaft as she came, and felt the added flow of her girl-cum soaking his balls as they swung in against the crack of her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him lovingly. "Uuuuhhh, Christ! It feels so fucking good, honey! You hurry up 'n' cum with me, lover! Let's cum together!"
"Yeah," he grunted. "Shit, yeah! I can feel myself getting close! Any . . fucking second . . now .." He jabbed into her in time with his words. "Any . . . second . . . uuuhhhh . . . now!"
Phyllis felt his jism splashing against the walls of her cunt tube. His cream was thick and hot and there was plenty of it. She squealed in joy and wiggled her cunt mound against his crotch, her pussy lips sucking at the base of his gushing prick.
"Oooohhhh, shit, honey," Vic moaned when he'd finished shooting his jism up her pussy. He rolled off her and lay gasping for breath. Phyllis curled up happily next to him and started licking his cock meat clean. She was just finishing when the phone rang. She was closer to it and she was expecting a call from Heather anyway so she reached over to the bedside table and picked it up.
"Hello?" After a moment, she asked, "What surprise?" Then, frowning, she replaced the receiver. "Little brat hung up on me! Hey, I got to go, lover."
She turned and saw that Vic was sound asleep.
Chapter Eight
A week later, Heather was flat on her back on the living room floor, squealing and giggling with pleasure as her father fucked the daylights out of her. He was stroking his immense cock pole into her with at a frenzied pace, slamming his crotch into her cunt mound with each force that her body inched along the floor.
"Ooohhhhhh, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck the life out of me! Your big cock feels so good! Aaahhhhhh!"
The moment she'd felt her daddy's big prick enter her hot young cunt, Heather had known it was going to be one of those nights. There's been many of them recently-and they were getting better and better all the time!
She felt Floyd's thick prick slash into her, spraying another shower of cunt sauce out onto her thighs. His fat balls smacked into the cheeks of her ass every time his massive cock pistoned up her shuddering little pussy tunnel.
Floyd continued to pump his prick into his daughter's sloshy young pussy. Slowly, inch by inch, they moved across the living room floor. Finally the top of Heather's head pressed against the sofa. Heather thought her father's huge hard-on was going to tear her right up the middle. But she bucked her crotch up against each of his lunges. He thrust his fat cock into her faster and faster, and still she stayed right with him. He plunged and heaved and pumped, and she cooed in delighted excitement. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and fucked her with all the strength he had, and she begged for more.
Warm, delicious pleasure poured over her body as she trained to meet each of her father's ruthless fuck-thrusts. Their crotches crashed together with jarring impact, splattering her cunt cream all over their thighs and soaking their pubic hair and trickling down to tickle the crack of her ass.
Floyd's over-heated cock shaft felt like a telephone pole to the horny young teenager as it stroked back and forth in her sensitive pussy. Mouth-watering bliss surged through her whole body with each and every relentless battering from his mammoth cock. She felt his cock growing stiffer and bigger, stretching her pussy tunnel. She grunted loudly as the air was forced out of her lungs by his savage cock strokes.
"Harder, Daddy!" she squealed. "Fuck me harder! Oohhh, shit, this feels so damned good! I love it! I just love it!"
Floyd continued to smack his hips into her with all he had, mercilessly fucking his swollen cock head against the deep end of her pussy channel. He wailed with glee as he felt his ball- pouch tightening around his spasming nuts.
He could tell he was almost to the point of cumming and he knew he'd be cumming right along with his lusty young daughter. He could feel her clitty vibrating against the top edge of his prick staff, as it sawed back and forth through the tight ring of her cunt lips. Heather also felt the first spasms of her climax beginning to wash over her horny little cunt hole. Her pussy tunnel clutched harder and tighter at her father's pistoning cock shaft each time he plowed into her. Her pussy walls and the stroking meat of his prick were getting wetter and wetter from the steady ooze of her girl-cum. She coiled her long, smooth legs tightly around her daddy's pumping body, hugging his waist between her sweaty thighs and locking her ankles over the small of his back.
She slipped her arms up around his neck and pulled his face down into the deep, warm valley between her titties. She squealed and yowled as she felt the first gushing flood of his rich, creamy jism against the very back of her pussy tunnel.
"Oohhh, Daddy! You're cumming in me! I can feel it! Oohhh! Yeah, Daddy, squirt that wonderful cum into me! Fill me up with it! Ooohhhhhhh!" She hung onto his bucking body tightly, her snug, cum-soaked pussy walls trying to suck and milk every last delicious drop of his bubbly jims from his nuts. Feeling the thick clots of cum drenching her pussy was all she needed to trigger her own thrilling, shattering orgasm. She was soon humping and writhing beneath him, her clenched ass cheeks bouncing up off the floor to meet his hard cock strokes. Despite the way she was hanging onto him, Floyd managed to slip completely free of her sucking cunt slit.
His cock flopped around madly, shooting long, stringy wads of cum cream across her fluttering belly. Floyd struggled to stuff his spurting prick back into her warm little pussy, but all he managed to do was raise up enough to let his spraying prick shower Heather's heaving titties with his buttery jism.
His big prick waved about, splattering it all over her writhing body. As the thick, slimy clots of jism poured out all over her, Heather yowled, her orgasm filling every part of her luscious young body. She squirmed and wiggled under her father's bucking body, her arms and legs falling limply to the floor.
Floyd rolled off to one side, spent and exhausted, his breath a harsh, gasping rattle in his throat. He turned his head and watched, fascinated as his daughter continued to cum.
Still cooing and squealing, Heather reached down and began to smear his cum over her quivering cunt lips. Then her hands stroked lovingly up over her tummy, spreading the clotted jism out into a thick layer of warm, sticky fluid.
Her meaty ass cheeks continued to bounce up and down, smacking wetly into the puddle of cum juice that had formed beneath her. She brought her hands up to her titties and washed them in her father's greasy jism. Sighing in pleasure, a dreamy, far-away look in her eyes, she reached dawn and ran her fingertips through the musky swamp between her thighs, scooping up the clotted wads of jism.
She brought her hands up to her face and began licking her fingers clean, smacking her lips in approval. Her pink tongue swirled and roiled over each finger, almost as though it were a miniature prick she were cleaning. She swallowed slowly, relishing the sweet flavor of the thick syrup. Floyd lay on his side next to her, smiling contentedly, idly stroking his shriveled cock meat, watching his cute little girl as she spooned more of his jism into her greedy mouth.
"Well, I just hope you two are satisfied," Phyllis said. "You've certainly made a mess of my living room!"
She'd been sitting in a nearby easy chair the whole time, her knees hooked over the arms, her thighs spread obscenely apart. She'd been fingering her damp cunt slit and diddling her stiff little clitty while she watched her husband fuck the daylights out of their daughter.
"I suppose I'll have to work like a dog tomorrow trying to get those cum stains out of the rug," she complained, a hint of amusement in her voice. Heather and Floyd turned to look up at her. They both thought she was the most beautiful woman they'd ever seen, sitting there with her long legs spread shamelessly apart, her pussy slot pouring wide open, both her forefingers stroking the juicy pink lips of her cunt. "And now that you've managed to get yourselves off so messily," she said, the corners of her lips curling into a smile, "come here and see what you can do for me!"
Heather got onto her knees and crawled over to her mother. She curled up on the floor in front of the chair, right in front of that lovely pussy. She could see the drops of girl-cum Phyllis had already brought forth with her fingers. She shivered, knowing there was a lot more where that came from, and that her talented little tongue would soon be drawing them out of her mother's cunt.
"Mmmmmm," Heather cooed. "That looks yummy!"
"Well, stop admiring it, young lady, and start licking it!" Heather pushed her face forward into the woman's crotch and flicked her tongue tip directly against the wet button of her clitty. As her daughter slurped hungrily at her stiff, throbbing clit, Phyllis mewled softly and slid her ass out to the very edge of the chair. "Yeah, sweetheart! That's it! Oohhh! Suck it, baby, suck my pussy!" Heather pressed her open mouth down around her mother's gaping pussy hole and sucked strongly, her fleshy tongue darting in and out of the warm, sloshy cunt. Phyllis squirmed and purred happily, her girl-cum sloshing into her daughter's thirsty mouth. Her fleshy thighs tensed and strained as she began humping her crotch up against Heather's face. She sprawled back in the chair, her breath coming in short gasps. "Aahhh, yeah, you sweet little cunt-lapper! Oh, do it to me! Make me cum all over your face!"
Heather ground her mouth into the hairy cunt mound, feeling the tight curls of her muff tickling her nose. She felt hot, wet pussy juice smearing her chin and cheeks. She felt firm, fleshy cunt lips clutching and sucking at her thrusting, burrowing tongue. Phyllis reached down and gripped the sides of Heather's head, holding her face tightly against her churning pussy.
She could feel her daughter's juicy tongue rolling back and forth over her spasming clitty, pushing her steadily closer to her orgasm. Then she glanced up and spotted Floyd, sitting across the room, watching them. "C'mere, stud!" she cooed. "C'mon over here and watch this. You suck good, too, but maybe you can pick up a few pointers from our sweet little daughter here."
Floyd chuckled. "It wouldn't be the first time, would it?" He crawled over and knelt down beside Heather, resting his cheek against the smooth inner curve of his wife's thigh, watching her tongue flicking and rubbing up and down her gleaming pussy lips. Knowing her daddy was watching, Heather went all out, lapping her mother's cunt with long, lingering swipes. Then she curled it into a stiff shaft and drilled it in and out, taking an occasional lick at the puffy nubbin of her clit. Phyllis gurgled and crooned merrily.
"Uuhhh, shit, baby, I can't tell you how good that makes me feel!" Heather wiggled her tongue over and inside her mother's cunt, swallowing more and more of the delicious girl-cum.
Floyd cuddled up against her body, one hand stroking her shapely ass, the other playing with her jiggly tits. He looked over her shoulder, enchanted by the sight of her deft little tongue as it plowed in and out of his wife's slobbering cunt slot.
"Let your father have a go at it," Phyllis said, giggling. She pushed at Heather's face. "C'mon, lover! Get your face in there and let's see if you're as good as your daughter at cunt-lapping." Heather moved her head over to one side to make room for her daddy's face. Floyd paused to stare at the sloshy little cunt hole. Impatiently, Phyllis took hold of both his ears and pulled his face tightly against her cum leaking cunt hole. Her strong thighs rippled as she humped her hairy crotch into his face. Heather, as close as she was, could hardly see her father's tongue as it started working noisily on her mother's tasty cunt. "Heather, darling, jerk on his cock a little!" Phyllis directed. "Get him nice 'n' stiff so he can fuck me after he sucks me off!" Giggling, Heather reached down between Floyd's thighs and started running her tight little fist up and dawn his slimy prick staff. She immediately felt it twitch and surge against her palm. She reached down with her other hand and cupped his balls from behind, squeezing and massaging them tenderly.
Floyd nuzzled his face tightly against his wife's seething pussy slot, soaking his chin and cheeks in her warm, oily juices. Phyllis whimpered, cupping the back of his head with one hand and mauling her own titties with the other. Her fat pink nipples stood out stiffly and she tweaked and kneaded them.
"Ohh, yeah, lover! That's the way! That's the way to suck a pussy! Oohhh, what a wonderful tongue you've got, honey!" As Heather jacked her daddy's stiffening cock meat and toyed with his big hairy balls, she realized that her parents were more in love with each other now than they'd been in years. They were sharing more of their feelings with each other; they were more open and honest. It made her happy to know that she had brought about this wonderful change in their marriage.
She pumped away at Floyd's shuddering prick staff and fondled his trembling nuts, getting him ready to fuck the hell out of her mother. He moaned against the slippery pussy he was lapping, the muffled sounds adding to his wife's pleasure as she humped her crotch against his face. After a long while, she pushed him aside and slid down off the chair, spreading herself out on the floor, thighs wide open, head rolling slowly back and forth.
"Okay, you big stud! Now it's my turn to feel that beautiful cock of yours up my cunt! C'mon, honey! Show me you can fuck as well as you suck!" Floyd crawled up between her thighs and rubbed the swollen crown at the end of his prick over her drooling cunt lips a few times, getting it thoroughly soaked in her frothy juices. Phyllis reached down and spread open the fleshy lips of her pussy, exposing the tender pink inner meat of her cunt.
"Oohhh, c'mon, lover!" she pleaded. "Christ, I can hardly wait to feel that big prick of yours split me open!"
Floyd pressed his cock head against her snug little cunt and gave a sharp, sudden lunge. He slid in up to the balls, skewering her on the thick stalk of his prick. Phyllis wrapped her warm thighs around his waist and immediately started bucking her crotch up into his. "Mmmmmmm," she whined. "Ohh, yeah, lover! That's nice!" Phyllis squirmed and wiggled crazily against the soft carpeting as she felt his huge prick start to stroke slowly in and out of her horny little pussy.
She pressed her heels down into his ass cheeks and hugged him between her sweaty thighs, The more she bucked and lunged beneath him, the faster and harder he fucked into her bubbly cunt. Phyllis moaned throatily every time his fleshy prick rod rubbed across her swollen little clitty. Heather had been kneeling behind her father all this time, fascinated by the way his swollen balls kept slapping against her mother's ass cheeks. Now she crawled a little closer and gripped the sides of his pumping hips. She held on tightly and leaned forward, pressing her face into the crack of his ass, lapping over the sweaty, salty-tasting skin with the flat of her tongue.
When she came to the puckered little opening to his ass, she stiffened her tongue and jabbed it against the tight ring of ass muscles, The way he was thrusting his hips back and forth made it harder to tongue-fuck his ass, but she hung on and managed to worm her sharp little tongue deeper up his ass.
Floyd gave a high-pitched shout of pleasure and his whole body shuddered. Heather giggled and cupped his balls in one hand, hanging onto his humping ass with the other. She could feel his nuts spasming and his jism bubbling and seething.
Heather slid her tongue out of his asshole and moved it slowly down the crack of his ass to where she held his nuts tenderly cupped. First she lapped all aver the hairy sac, soaking it with her warm saliva. Then she sucked his balls, one at a time, into her wet little mouth. Her head moved back and forth in pace with is relentless fuck-thrusts. Heather could feel her mother's pussy cream being splashed into her face with each savage thrust.
She closed her eyes and lapped at Floyd's twitching balls, rolling them back and forth, in and out of her juicy mouth. Floyd spread his knees as far apart as he could, trying to give her all the room she wanted to suck on his swollen nuts. He continued to fuck away at his wife's streaming little pussy hole with all his strength. "Aaahhhhhhh!" Phyllis wailed. "Oohhh, Christ Almighty, that feels so fucking good!"
Heather felt a warm glow of satisfaction spreading over her luscious young body at the sounds coming from her mother's lusty throat. Her clitty was over-heating and her whole cunt was getting wetter and wetter. She realized that it was mostly her doing that her parents were now fucking each other so happily.
She opened her mouth wide and managed to stuff both of Floyd's bloated balls inside. He grunted loudly through his clenched teeth. She started humming a little tune, the sound sending delicious vibrations up and down Floyd's spine.
He could feel his cock staff swell up and lengthen as he plowed it in and out of his wife's squishy little pussy slit. Phyllis was throwing herself back and forth like a madwoman, pumping her crotch up to meet his downward cock strokes, beating against his ass with her heels and squeezing his waist between her warm, shapely thighs. The wild tempo of their fucking was reaching its climax. Floyd speeded up the pace a little, pumping his thick prick in and out of her pussy with everything he had. He dug his toes into the carpet, the lines of his calves and thighs standing out in tense, flexing muscles. His ass cheeks were clenched with the strain of fucking. Phyllis could sense he was approaching a furious climax. She raised her legs, hooking them over his shoulders so that he could pound his huge prick staff deeper into her slobbering pussy. Heather was still munching hungrily on his fat balls, moving her head back and forth with his ruthless fuck-thrusts. All three of them were fucking together like a well-trained team. Heather could feel his balls swelling up in her mouth and knew he was about to shoot his load. She squeezed them gently between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, still bobbing her face up and down in time to his cock-strokes.
Phyllis panted and gulped hotly as she realized that he was only seconds away from flooding her cunt with his hot, thick jism. Her own orgasm burst over her just then, sending wave after thrilling wave of pleasure pouring over her body. Her cunt walls contracted around his hammering prick rod. The fuck-crazed woman spasmed and shook from head to toe. Her head fell back with a thump against the floor, her eyes rolling up in to her head, her hair flying wildly about. She squealed and blubbered and wailed loudly. Sweat bathed her body, gleaming brightly against her creamy skin. Floyd felt his cum boiling in his nuts. He cupped his hands over her tithes, squeezing and kneading the resilient mounds of flesh. Her nipples, already fat and stiff, sprang up and dug into his palms. It was that little extra added pleasure that sent his cum racing swiftly up through the round stem of his prick rod.
He shot his jism heavily into her churning pussy sleeve, feeling her greedy cunt walls swallowing it as fast as he could pump it out. But as thirsty as Phyllis was, even she could not take such a bountiful jet of cum without letting some of it leak out between the clenched lips of her pussy. The hot, frothy aim juice overflowed her cunt lips and washed down on to Heather's face. She slurped up as much of her father's cock cream as she could, tapping it off his balls and out of the crack of her mother's ass.
Remembering how he'd pleased Heather by pulling his cock out of her cunt and letting some of his jism splash over her belly and fits, Floyd repeated the trick with Phyllis.
He yanked his still-spurting prick out of her sucking little pussy hole with a wet, squishy sound and gripped it in one hand, showering her with the last squirts of his thick cum. It splattered onto her tits and belly and crotch while she writhed and moaned.
Heather scampered around to her mother's side and knelt down over her, her busy little pink tongue wiggling frantically as she tried to lap up the spilled jism. She squealed in delight when she realized that Phyllis was literally covered!
Phyllis brought her hands up and began to spoon the buttery clots of tasty cum into her mouth while Heather's tongue licked and lapped. Between them, they finally managed to gather up most of it. Giggling and laughing like a pair of schoolgirls, they kissed, passing mouthfuls of cum back and forth.
While her daughter was slurping up the wads of cum from her wet, matted muff hair, Phyllis mouthed Floyd's cock, licking it clean. Heather licked over her clitty once or twice and Phyllis jerked each time and cooed against her husband's slimy cock meat.
Finally, Phyllis drew Floyd down on one side of her and Heather on the other side. They cuddled, their mouths and tongues and fingers idly snatching up stray wads of jism.
After a while all three of them settled down and dozed lightly, their breathing soft and even, their sweaty, cum-soaked bodies pressed together. There'd be more fucking and sucking before the night was out. They were all sure of that. But they were in no hurry. There was no need to hurry.
