The younger generation's going to pot - a statement heard in Roman times, a maxim that's been labeled by many Americans as simply "The Generation Gap", a phrase that makes many of today's youth be even more suspicious of the older generation.
Today, hundreds of young boys and girls are running away from home, perhaps not to escape truth but to find it, and thousands of youngsters have moved into the drug cult, the hippie movement, the radical anti-establishment group. For them, it's an escape from a society that's created Viet Nam; it's a road to free themselves from the mistrust that made Watergate. But along the way, many of them will stumble, stymied by the conflict of inner desires versus the vestiges of social taboos; others will find complete freedom in overnight communes-where groupies can grope with whomever they desire as long as it never causes pain or torment.
In the middle of this generation gap there's a mass of youngsters like Jody Hendrix, a girl torn between free love and social morals, a girl who becomes branded as a slut because she is simply fulfilling her desires.
TRAILER PARK SLUT - a novel about today's youth for tomorrow's society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Andy Barker, dark-haired, dark-skinned, and fat from too much beer stood at his trailer door sucking on a cigarette and scratching his cock. His arms were folded across his chest. His yellow, short-sleeved shirt was rumpled and hung out of his stained brown pants.
Catherine, or Cat as he called his wife, was already off shopping somewhere. She'd be away for the better part of the day. She loved spending the money he earned. Not that he earned that much, but Cat somehow or other managed to spend it all.
Standing next to Andy, short, with glasses and thin brown hair was his trailer neighbor, Phil Andrews. Andrews was a mechanic enjoying a Saturday off. His son Scotty was probably the most obnoxious kid in the entire trailer camp. Phil had a chunky appearance.
The two of them, together with Ray Krumm, stood outside Barker's trailer. Krumm was the leanest of the trio. He was also the tallest-almost six feet tall, and he was wearing a white T-shirt and blue slacks. He had on a baseball cap. He managed a Little League team in Suretyville. Both Krumm and Andrews had working wives, neither of whom were home at that time of day.
As the three of them stood talking, a new trailer was being backed into the empty lot adjacent to them. On the small plot that served for a lawn in front of the trailer a small sign was put up. It said: THE WHITES.
"Hi," greeted the new neighbor, as burly-looking as Andy Barker, and in his own way just as good-looking. "Name's White," he said, walking over to the trio. "Tom White. Got tired of renting an apartment, and I'm not ready to pay taxes on a house, so I bought me this here trailer, figuring me, the wife and the kid could live here until I had enough loot together for a down payment on a house."
"I'm Andy," Barker said, shaking hands. He introduced Phil Andrews and Ray Krumm. "Care for a beer?"
"Sure the right time of day for it," White agreed.
Barker got four beers from his trailer refrigerator and handed the cans around. They all popped the tops and began sipping.
White told them that he had a construction job that took him to many of the areas around Suretyville. His wife Clare was still working and wouldn't be home until later in the evening.
While he was still talking to the three men, the door to his trailer opened, and out stepped a girl built like the proverbial brick shithouse. She had long blonde hair cascading down her back, and it was natural, dark-blonde hair. She had ocean-blue eyes, a cute turned up nose, and a pert, full mouth. She had a long, slender neck, and under the mini-bikini she was wearing was one of the most fabulous figures around. Her breasts were not fully developed, but they were still more than a handful. Her narrow waistline couldn't have been more than twenty inches around, if that much, and though her hips were starting to swell, they had a long way to go before fully blossoming. "Get yer ass back inside and put somethin' decent on," White snapped at her.
Annoyed, she flounced back into the trailer as White turned to the other men and said, "My daughter, Fern. Only fifteen, and flauntin' her ass around like she's a twenty-year-old slut."
Going back inside the trailer, Fern White began pouting. What a rotten hypocrite she had for a father. One of the reasons for their moving out of their previous apartment was her father's penchant for trying to fuck anything with a cunt between its legs. He had fucked more than half the women living at their previous address, thinking no one was aware of his infidelity. His wife was still unaware, but Fern wasn't.
She used to see her father, on cold days when no construction work could be done, hanging around the apartment-house lobby, ogling all the women as they passed through. And she'd seen Tom White go off with more than one of them to his own apartment, where he was careful to lock the door so she couldn't walk in and catch her old man fucking another guy's wife.
But Fern was no dummy. The fire escape was right off her bedroom, and she purposely left the window unlocked so she could go up to the roof and climb down quietly into the bedroom. Her father always left his own bedroom door wide open; in case Fern's mother came home early, he could hear her putting the key in the lock. But he never heard Fern open her bedroom window, climb in, and close the window.
The blonde nymphet would then quietly crawl to her father's bedroom and peer in. If she saw two pairs of feet at the end of the bed, with the woman's toes pointed toward the ceiling and her father's pointed toward the floor and in between the woman's, she knew nothing short of an earthquake would make them aware of another presence, and she was able to watch her dad put his cock into the woman, deep and hard. And how the women all loved his prick. Every one of them always came back for more. Every one of them oohed and aahhed the whole time he was fucking them with his fat, meaty cock. Oh yes, Fern had been able to get more than a glimpse of her father's fucking prick, and it was a biggie, all right.
Other girls might have been angry at their fathers for committing adultery. Not Fern. She was mad her father wouldn't let her go and find a prick of her own to play with. Hell, he was getting his rocks off inside all those women. Why should he deny her the same fun he was having? After all, every one of those women enjoyed his cock. Not that she wanted anything to do with her father, per se. Her old man just turned her off, though she did feel she'd like to make it with older, experienced men, and not some skinny, pimply-faced teenager who'd start shooting sperm the instant his prick entered beyond the lips of her cunt.
She had been thirteen when she'd first discovered her father's adulterous habits, and she had been so aroused watching him fuck those women, she had taken to using a candle on her cunt, and one night she had accidentally popped her own cherry. The pain had been a short sting and then she was bleeding all over her bed sheet. She'd had to change the sheet herself, and then wash off the candle. Even so, the candle was nowhere near as thick as her father's meaty prick, and she longed for a thick hunk of cock like that to be fucking her.
When some of the women her father had been fucking discovered he'd been fucking others, they threatened to tell his wife unless he saved his cock strictly for them. So Tom White had left. He'd left with his family in the early morning, before any of the other women were awake, and he left no forwarding address, so he was pretty certain the women wouldn't be able to find him and tell his wife what he'd been up to.
But Fern knew her father. She knew he would be fucking around with women in the trailer camp, and very shortly. He was the kind of man who couldn't keep his cock in drydock for any length of time. And though Fern knew that her mother was a good fuck, she just wasn't around often enough to keep her husband completely satisfied.
Even as she thought about it, watching her father through the transom-style window on the front door of the trailer, she could feel her sleek, fur-fringed pussylips becoming moist. Christ! She might have still been a virgin, but she was willing to swear she could fuck and suck better than ninety percent of the world's experienced women. Hell, she had practiced with that Christmas candle often enough, shoving half of it up her pussy, practicing the contraction of her cunt muscles around it until she was sure she could clutch a knitting needle-her vaginal contractions became so powerfully tight.
And then she would practice sucking on the other end of the candle, running its sleek smoothness against her tongue, pressing it up against the roof of her mouth and tightening the ring of her lips around it until it could barely move. Even so, she had to limit both, her fucking and sucking of the candle, to prevent it from melting. But damn it all, she was ready for the real thing. She wanted to experience the pleasure of a real fleshy cock in the depths of her hot pussy. She wanted the total thrill and satisfaction of being able to lock it inside her fiery pussy, her cunt muscles becoming a clutching, clasping, grasping, gripping knot of slithering rapture. Equally important, she wanted to feel a fat, hard, meaty cock filling her mouth, jammed against her gullet, eventually spurting its sperm down her throat. She had no idea what the sperm felt or tasted like, though she could recognize its smell, having made her parents' bed more than once not long after they'd finished fucking away. If only it tasted as good as it smelled.
"I'm gonna make a tour of the local bars," she heard her father say. "Wanna see which one serves the best boiler makers. Any of you guys care to come with me?"
"Sure thing," Andy Barker replied.
"Why not!" Ray Krumm agreed. "With all the local taverns around here, it oughtta take us a good three hours."
"I'm not in the mood," Phil Andrews told them. "You guys go ahead. I'll join you the next time."
Instantly Fern's eyes began running over Andrews. He was the shortest one in the group. But he was a good-looking man, probably in his middle thirties, with thinning dark hair and a ruddy complexion. His body was compact, muscular, and though it was far from thin like that of Ray Krumm, it was nowhere near as beefy as that of Andy Barker or her father's. He'd probably have a more compact cock than the others, which was an ideal one to begin with.
Even as her father and the others got into her father's old Buick, Fern decided she would seduce Phil Andrews. And she had the feeling it wouldn't be too difficult. She had seen the way he'd stared at her when she'd walked out of the trailer earlier.
She waited until her father's car was gone. Andrews was already inside his trailer, two trailers away from hers. No one else was around.
Stepping outside, Fern felt the warmth of the June sun on her body. Not that she needed it. She was hot enough.
She made her way to the Andrews' trailer and noticed all the windows were open. They would be on a day like this. She was able to peer into the nearest one, and saw Phil Andrews stretched out on the convertible divan in the trailer's living room/dining room area. He was chewing on an unlit cigar, watching the small, portable TV set on the table to his right.
Fern decided to play it bold. Opening the trailer door, she walked in, shutting it behind her as she said, "Hi. I'm Tom White's daughter. I see you have a color TV set. We don't have one in our trailer, yet. Mind if I watch with you?"
The place reeked with stale cigar smoke and beer, mixed with the odor of his masculinity. There were other smells, too, such as the cologne used by his wife, but Fern didn't notice them. She was interested in only one thing. And she knew with the proper prodding she'd have Phil Andrews interested in it, too.
Andrews, for his part, was surprised to see the girl walk right into his trailer. The moment he'd set eyes on her he'd wanted her. He'd also guessed she was every bit the slut she appeared to be, even if she was a mere fifteen years old. She was jail bait, all right. But she was irresistible jail bait. He had no intention of chasing her ass, but if she was coming to him, presenting her cunt to him on the proverbial silver platter, who was he to turn it down? He just had to make sure no one was watching. No matter what she might claim later on, it would be her word against his as long as there were no witnesses. But he had to play it cool.
"Hey, kid," he said softly, through the teeth clenched around his unlit cigar. "You know what the hell you're doin' in that bikini. Now don't be a dumb cunt. Just move it on outta here and no one's gonna get hurt."
"I didn't think anyone would get hurt if I stayed," Fern cooed.
"You know what's gonna happen if you stay here like that, don'tcha?"
"Uh-huh." She nodded, drawing the curtains tightly closed. "We can see TV much more clearly if it's darker in here, don't you agree?"
She was sitting on the divan where he lay now, and her hand was gently scurrying up and down his thigh. She could see the effect she was having on him as something seemed to move inside his pants, pushing at the crotch. A live animal was trapped in there, trying to get out. It was pushing strongly against the fabric of his slacks, trying to poke a hole through it.
Andrews took the unlit cigar from his mouth and threw it into the paper bag serving as a garbage bag. Removing his glasses, he put them on the window sill. Then he muttered, "C'mere y'little cunt."
He grabbed Fern and pulled her to him, flat on top of him, feeling her body press against his. Her firm, round, apple-shaped tits rubbed against his shirt, and her thighs flung themselves wide, surrounding his pants, pressing his hot, hard prick against her pussy. His mouth pressed itself to hers, and when he parted his lips, his tongue stabbed into her open, waiting mouth. Fern tasted the cigar and the beer, but she wasn't the least bit repulsed by it. On the contrary, the taste aroused her.
"Don't waste time," she breathed, her own sweet breath wafting into his mouth, making his senses reel. "Let's do it now."
Andrews felt his hard cock swell even more. The restraint of his pants and underwear were too much. He felt pain in his groin. He'd fooled around once or twice since getting married, but until this moment none of it had meant very much. He could have taken or left the other cunt, feeling he was fucking them more as a favor to them than to himself. But this little twat was different. She was fantastically arousing. She was setting him on fire as no woman, not even his own wife, had done. For some unknown reason he felt younger than she, younger even than his own son Scotty, the thirteen-year-old neighborhood pest.
"That's one heck of a swelling you have down there," she muttered. "Whenever there's anything swollen that big, there must be some kind of pain."
"Yeah," Andrews muttered, feeling the ache in his balls; an ache he hadn't known since his teenage years when girls used to let him feel their pussies a little then send him home with blue balls.
Pulling away from him, she stood up and removed the two strips of her bikini. Andrews' eyes bulged at the full roundness of her still-growing tits. Right now each was a bit more than a handful, but in another couple of years they'd be really big! Round, upstanding, with twin pink nipples-he could feel the saliva flowing in his mouth.
God! He had to suck on those nipples. He had to feel them in his throat while his lips sucked the rest of those tits deep into his mouth. These were the breasts of youth, and it had been a long time since he'd seen anything like them. Not that his wife's tits sagged to any great degree, but they didn't have the freshness, the delightful bounciness of these precious tits.
When his eyes finally lowered to her seething pussy, he could smell the musky aroma of hot cunt. It was a clean smell, yet it was strong and aroused him even more. He could almost see the smoky fumes rising from the meaty slit between her thighs. And what a nesting place it was. Soft, warm pouting lips surrounded by blonde pubic hair. Pearls of cuntjuice, like raindrops, dotted her blonde fuzz. And there was the hint of pinkness in the barely-visible seam separating those swollen cuntlips.
"Come on," Fern murmured. "Get out of those clothes. We can't do anything if you stay dressed."
"We have time," Andrews groaned, getting to his feet.
Fern's head was spinning. At last it was about to happen. She was going to get her first prick. She was about to enjoy her first, real masculine cock. Her impatience was readily apparent as she watched Andrews skin out of his clothing. He left it all on the floor, white puddles of underwear within dark puddles of outer garments. He had his back to her when he removed the last of his garments, and when he turned around, her eyes almost fell out of her head.
"Migosh," she muttered. "I never dreamed you had anything that big. It's even bigger than ..." She was about to say his prick was bigger than her father's, but she caught herself just in time. She didn't want Andrews or anyone else knowing she had been spying on her father's affairs. But it was unquestionably the largest cock she'd ever seen, and she had seen lots of photos of other erect pricks.
"C'mere," Andrews breathed, putting his hands on the silkiness of her bare hips and pulling her against him. Fern not only let herself be pressed against him, but actually fitted her body to his, feeling the stiff length of his fleshy prick as it stood straight up between his hard, masculine belly and her soft, flat stomach. She could feel his seepage, heavy and slick, coating her skin, and though it felt much like her own cuntjuice, she tingled knowing it wasn't hers. And just as her pussy exuded a soft, feminine fragrance to him, his hairy pubis had its own strong, masculine scent. This was going to be something worth remembering.
"You use any kind of contraception?" he asked, his voice throaty with lust.
"I'm on the pill," she whispered. "I've been taking it for the past three months now, just in case."
"Just in case is about to come true."
Fern raised her face and looked into his eyes. They were glassy with overpowering lust, and his mouth suddenly came down on hers like that of a hungry bear devouring a honeycomb. Passion coursed through her bloodstream as his tongue swabbed her palate, gums, and teeth, teasing her own tongue into play.
Andrews felt hotter than ever. He suddenly realized that he'd shoot the instant he stuck his cock into her cunt. Not that he cared whether or not she enjoyed it, but if she didn't, it would be the last time he'd see her or fuck her. And somehow or other he couldn't see dropping her so quickly. She was a new, fresh thing in his stale life.
He purposely jammed his wet prick all the harder against her soft, flat stomach, and he could feel her writhing against it, letting the lubricant spread all over her skin. And the more she rubbed against him, the more of the sticky, slick liquid came bubbling from his burning erection.
Fern wanted to feel more than the pressure of his cock against her belly. She wanted to touch his prick, to hold it in her hands, to contain it in her mouth, and most important of all, to envelop it in her yearning cunt. Her fingers touched his cock and she felt a tingle in her loins. What a marvelous prick it was: stiff, erect, leaking, and burning hot.
Her fingernails' lights grazing the sensitive cockhead made Andrews shiver. He knew for a fact he would come in a matter of seconds.
"Your cock's so big," she whispered, almost into his mouth, her free hand cupping the back of his head. "Golly, I never dreamed it'd be this big."
"Yeah," he replied, shuddering. "Most people think I'm a short guy, so I gotta have a short prick."
"Think it'll fit inside tight li'l me?"
"Shit! I don't know for sure. But I'm gonna give it one helluva try."
"I know your prick would never fit into my ass. I mean, I once tried pushing a finger up there, and I couldn't fit it in, so there's no way this luscious hunk of meat could fit up there."
"Stop cockteasing," Andrews pleaded. "Fit it in any hole you want, but put it somewhere!"
"We'll see," she said smiling, teasing him as her fingers squeezed the red-hot cock more tightly.
"One way or another, you're gonna get fucked," Andrews growled in a low voice, feeling his occk tremble.
He threw her onto the divan, and flung his body on top of hers. He could feel the heavy head of his prick already rubbing against her pubic mound. The light blonde fuzz rubbing against the highly-sensitive underside of his cock made him tremble. It was becoming too much for him.
"I'm gonna come!" he warned. "I'm gonna come! I can't stop it!"
"Oh no!" Fern cried out. "You can't. You can't."
She pushed him away with her hands, then got her feet up between them, using them to push him away. He went flying back up to his feet.
Oh shit! Andrews knew it was about to spurt out of his prick. He had no control, just like a damn-fool teenage kid who'd never been fucked before. He moved forward, his hands on her shoulders as she sat up, but she held him off by grabbing his flaming cock with her delicate hand and squeezing. She stared at the burning prick tightly clutched in her hot little hand. It was swollen to bursting.
And suddenly it was spurting out-jets of hot, white liquid splattering against her tits and belly as her hand refused to release the shuddering prick. Thick, gummy cream stuck to her white flesh, dripping down in tiny droplets. Some flowed over her left nipple, while another splattering dripped into her navel.
"Damn!" she cursed, standing up when he'd finished shooting his cum all over her hand and -wrist. She ran to the bathroom.
Chapter Two
When Fern came from the bathroom, after having washed the cum from her body, she saw Andrews sitting on the divan, his thighs apart, his once-solid cock now a hunk of flaccid meat, apparently good for pissing and not much else at that point. Though he had an annoyed look on his face, his body seemed to glow.
"I haven't had a come that good in ages," he admitted.
"Oh sure," she replied. "I'm glad somebody got something from all this."
"You stick around," he told her. "I'm not done by a long shot. I can go three, sometimes four times in a few hours."
"Hell, you could've done what I did for you all by yourself," she muttered.
"Shit!" he murmured. "Come on, kid. Have a heart. Stay awhile. I can get it up again. You'll see."
"Well," Fern muttered. "Okay. I'll give you a chance. Let's see what we can do about hardening your cock again."
Walking over to where he was sitting, Fern pulled up a chair and sat in front of him. Then she reached out and began stroking his limp prick while he began rubbing her tits.
"Look at it this way," he told her, feeling her nipples swell and turn a deeper red. "Even if I'd stuck my cock in you, I'd have popped my load in nothing flat. You'd still have gotten nothing worthwhile from it. Now that I've had my first shot, my next ones will take a lot longer. You're bound to enjoy it more."
"If you say so," she sighed, letting her fingers tickle his huge, wrinkled balls.
His premature ejaculation had taken some of the boldness out of Andrews. Now, looking at the petite blonde, with her slender wrists and ankles, and her perfectly round tits, both of which he was expertly fondling, he almost felt inadequate.
Damn! he thought, his fingers tightening on her nipples. I'm not gonna let this happen to me. She came to me for a fuck, and I'm gonna give her one. I'll fill every goddamn hole of hers with cum. Shit! I have plenty left.
He remembered the night he fucked his wife seven different times, seven different ways, shooting into all three holes twice, and even popping a load into her navel, once.
Fern, looking down, saw a slight movement as his limp prick began stirring. Maybe, just maybe he'd been telling the truth. Maybe he'd be able to get it up again, and even a third time.
Now she concentrated both hands on his stirring cock. She could feel his prick throbbing a little, and let it rest in one palm while she stroked it with the other. This began getting to Andrews immediately, and he started pressing his palms against her nipples, rubbing them in circles, feeling the nipples spike into the centers of his hands.
As the monstrous length of prick grew, Fern pushed her seat away and kneeled in front of Andrews, intently studying his huge cock. Her face was right up against his prick, and her round tits pressed against both of his thighs, and Andrews knew she was getting him. Now her left hand had made a fist around the thick pole of his prick. Slowly, her blonde head began to go lower, her face moving closer to the solid staff of his cock.
Andrews felt like putting his hands on top of her head and shoving it down, hoping her mouth would open in time to swallow his big prick. Her face was almost up against it now, and he could feel her hot breath on his balls. His own breath was raspy as he watched her lush lips move even closer. And then, they parted slightly and he saw the tip of her tongue emerge, about to touch his prick.
For Fern, this was it. She had been waiting to do this for the longest time. She could smell the musky, strong scent of him coming from the base of his cock where the short, curly, dark hair was at its thickest. This was no waxy candle. This was hot, pulsating, vibrant cockmeat.
She could see the spongy head as it swelled and receded in anticipation of her hot mouth. It was nearly twice as thick as that bayberry candle and her hunger for it grew in her belly. Beautiful, lovely, solid, upstanding prick. The tiny little slit in the top, shaped like a vertical eye, seemed to be winking at her as her tongue drew close to it. Then her tongue pressed into the tiny hole.
She could taste the secretions pouring out and she realized she wanted more. She was hungry for everything his cock would surrender. Her lips pressed themselves to the purple head as she sipped more of his masculine lubrication. Then her lips parted and the entire tip of his thick cock was pressing against the flat of her tongue, surrounded by the cushioned pressure of her lusting lips.
She had often dreamed that a cock would taste good, but it was better than anything she had ever imagined. It was too good to hurry. She had to savor it, enjoy it slowly, and relish as much of this wonderful treat as she was able.
With her lips holding the puffy glans in place, her tongue began to swipe all around, moving in ever-larger circles as she began tasting the meatiness of his prick. Her fist clutched the stem tightly, and when she relinquished her oral grip on his cockhead, she could see his prick glistening a bright, shiny lavender, as if it had been waxed and polished.
Now her lips moved back to surround it, only they moved a little lower, and she sucked on the thick ridge of his corona. Her tongue lapped at the underside where the glans met the rest of the cockshaft, then it licked straight up the sensitive division until it once more lapped at the leaking hole now surrendering ever-greater quantities of the colorless, odorless liquid.
Andrews thought he'd burst his brains clear out of his skull. Who'd the little bitch think she was kidding? She was so damn good at this, she could only have gotten this way with lots of practice. Shit! These goddamn kids learned early. He was glad he didn't have any daughters. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if Scotty, his son, was making time with some pre-teen twat. "Yummmmm," Andrews could hear the girl humming, and he realized she was getting as much fun out of eating his cock as he was having her mouth on it. She was actually tasting it, treating it as if it were a candy stick to be licked and sucked for its own delicious flavor. Hell, why not! If that's the way she looked at it, let her eat to her heart's content. This time if he came before she did, it'd be her fault, not his.
Now she was tickling his cockshaft by licking along every blood vessel, following it from one end of the twitching prick to the other, circling the trunk as many times as was necessary, coating it with one mouthful of saliva after another. Her tongue licked lower and lower, driving him wilder than ever.
Damn her, if she didn't swallow his whole hunk of aching meat soon, he was gonna ram his cock down her throat and strangle her with it. Damn her!
His fists clenched as he leaned back on his elbows now, watching her slowly, carefully suck on his prick, teasing his cock into becoming stiffer and thicker. He let out a series of moans.
She lifted her mouth from his cock, temporarily stopping her cocksucking magic as she said, "Just remember, what I do for you, you do for me, later on."
Andrews had eaten pussy before. He had never made the production out of it she was making of blowing his cock. He had seen movies of other men doing it to women with as much ceremony though, and he figured he could do anything they could do, especially considering how well the little bitch was sucking his prick. Hell, why not! This girl was something special. He'd want her again and probably again after that. If sticking his tongue into her cunt would make her happy, he'd damn well do it. Who could tell; this time he might even like it.
"Anything you want," he murmured through clenched teeth. "I swear it."
"Just make sure you take your time on my cunt, like I'm doing with this lovely prick of yours." "You got it," he nodded.
Odd, Andrews thought. She was a teenager, a young one at that. He was more than twice her age. Yet here she was, giving the orders, telling him what was to be done, and sucking his prick like no other woman had ever done. With his wife he was always the one in charge, telling her what had to be done. Shit, if she wasn't doing such a damn good job of eating his cock, he'd have tossed her right out of the trailer on her naked ass.
He stopped thinking about it as her lovely lips ringed his cockhead. This time her tongue was pressed flatly against the underside of his cock, not moving and flicking, but simply applying pressure. No more horsing around. This was it! She was giving him the works, now.
Her slavering lips fitted smoothly around his glans, then slid straight down until more them half the length of his broiling cock was embedded in the tight, narrow confines of her hungry mouth. Then, with her lips squeezing the solid hardness of his thrusting meat, her tongue licked the sensitive underside. It moved from side to side, then up and down. Her pretty little pink lips seemed to swell even more as her cheeks bloated, and then her mouth moved lower. He could feel the back of her throat with the oversensitive head of his cock, and then her mouth went even lower, and he could feel the ring of her throat surround his cocktip, sending charges of lightning shooting through his entire body. He could swear electricity was shooting from his fingers and toes.
Fern was sucking wildly, doing all the things she'd always hoped to do. She knew her mouth wasn't deep enough to take the full extent of his sensitive cock, but she had practiced with that candle until she'd been able to take it down her throat without upchucking. Now, even though the massive cock was so much thicker, her practice was paying off. She was able to take the total thickness of his cock into her gullet without so much as a cough.
Down she went, even further, until her lips were pressing into the foliage around the base of his engulfed prick. She had swallowed the entire length of his cock, and Andrews realized she had done what no woman had ever done before. And the sensation was unbelievable. This girl was a precious gem. He had to be with her again. This couldn't be the last time. Hell, he'd suck her pussy with her snatch hair on fire if she told him to do it. She wanted to take charge . . . fine, let her. It was worth it. This girl was one cocksucker out of a million. And if she could fuck half as well as she could suck, he'd even divorce his wife for her should she ask. Hell, already he could feel the heavy sperm starting to thicken in his balls, ready to rise at any moment.
And then she lifted her head and said, "You're certain you'll eat my pussy afterward?"
"My God! Are you crazy, stopping at a time like this? Yes, you, I'll do whatever you want. Just don't stop!"
"I'm good, huh?"
"You're terrific," he admitted. "But finish what you started."
She smiled at him, inwardly thanking him for what he'd said about her prick-eating ability, then returned to his cock.
This time, as she slid her lips along the full length of his monstrous prick, she made loud, noisy sucking sounds, letting him know she was getting as much pleasure from chewing on his seething cock as he was.
Now she was moving all the way down, stopping, then sliding her head all the way back up. Had it been possible for her to take more each time, she would have, but she had the full length of his swollen cock buried in her mouth and throat. As her head came zooming up, her pressuring lips squeezed his glans while her tongue rubbed the underside, forcing out even more colorless ointment. Soon she had so much of it in her mouth mingled with her saliva that it began foaming, making an almost soapy lubricant around his solid prick.
Fern clutched his ass tightly with both hands now, digging her fingers into the firm cheeks as her chin was buried in his balls. Andrews was bucking like a wild stallion, humping his hard, solid cock as far into her throat as possible, shoving his pelvis against the young girl's face.
With his simmering prick buried as far down her throat as possible, Fern began moving back, pulling him along with her until he was standing. His hands gripped her long blonde hair and he began wildly fucking his cock deeply into her gullet, trying to ram it down into her belly. It never occurred to him to be gentle. He slammed his hips into her face as hard as possible. Her fingers, digging into his ass, urged him to fuck her mouth even harder.
Fern was sucking as she never dreamed she'd be able. This was the greatest treat she'd ever known. The taste of his prick was delicious beyond her greatest expectations. Cocksucking was even more wonderful than she'd believed.
Andrews wished it could go on for eternity. He jammed his cock in -harder, realizing she was thrilling to it more and more. But then the powerful upsurge was beyond his control. He tried holding himself back, but it was impossible. To keep himself from yelling, Andrews jammed his fist into his mouth, his entire body trembling with ecstatic rapture.
His powerful prick suddenly let loose with the force of a firehose. The heavy white cream began pouring down her throat, and the girl drank greedily, enjoying her first taste, her second taste, and the rest of it. She swallowed easily and effortlessly, draining his stiff cock until it began shriveling. Then slowly he sank to his knees, pulling his cock from her mouth.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready again," he told her, out of breath.
To curb the young girl's impatience, Andrews fitted one of his stubby fingers into the blonde's seething cunt while still on his knees. Fern leaned back against the inside of the trailer wall, closing her eyes and letting herself experience every new sensation imparted by his working finger. It was a tight fit despite all those candle workouts, and his finger moved around and around, making noises as if it were sloshing through heavy tapioca.
Andrews used his other hand to reach behind her and cup an asscheek, steadying her and pressing her forward so he could move his finger more effectively. Already his cock was beginning to stir, which surprised the hell out of him. No woman, not even his own wife had ever been able to rouse him this quickly a third time. It was the girl's tight cunt. He couldn't recall every fingering a pussy with such delectable tension, and this was a wet, sopping cunt and not a dry well.
"Ooooh," Fern murmured. "It's good, it's really good. I never thought a finger could be this good."
"This ain't nothin'," Andrews assured her. "Wait'll you feel a hard cock shoved in there."
Her pussymeat began contracting even more tightly around his finger. It seemed to come alive, a thing apart from the rest of the girl. It contracted, squirming, writhing, throbbing, slithering, fitting around his probing finger the way a condom molded itself to a cock.
Fern sensed icy tingles shooting through her body with each change in pressure from his finger. She gasped and sighed, looking down at Andrews' hand. And then she looked past the hand to the solid, throbbing mass of cockflesh fully enlarged between his own thighs. He was hard again, and this time she wanted his cockmeat buried inside her.
"Take the finger out," she muttered, her voice sounding as if her throat were filled with pebbles. "I'm burning up. I want the real thing, goddammit! I want all that wonderful prick buried inside my cunt! Right up to the hilt!"
Slowly Andrews withdrew his finger then cupped her other asscheek, pressing her furry pussy right up against his face. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the fresh womanliness of her dripping cunt. He decided he would love eating this cunt, after all.
His tongue flicked out and tasted the slippery ooze coating her cunt. He sucked the fluid into his mouth, and even before he had it swallowed, savoring it, his tongue was flicking out again, burrowing deeper into the creamy slit. He licked carefully, teasing her cuntlips, then plunging as far as he could between them and licking the sweet sauce heavily pouring out. His hands gripped her asscheeks, steadying her when she started to totter, his tongue a consistent, steady probe into the slick, mushy depths of her cunt.
To Fern it was an experience beyond belief. The slimy, wet tongue probing into her pussy felt like a long, electric cattle prod being shoved into her cunt, electrifying her.
"Oh God!" she whimpered.
Having her cunt sucked was everything she'd imagined multiplied by ten. How could anything be better? But there was something better, and she was about to discover what it was.
Abruptly Andrews withdrew his lusting mouth from her furry pussy and, still gripping her asscheeks, pulled her around so she fell on the divan. Then he rose above her, and for all his shortness he looked like a giant as he towered above her supine form. His hands tugged her knees apart and he stared down into the center of desire.
Her youthful pussy resembled half a nectarine, split and all. Surrounding it was the softest, downiest bit of blonde fluff he'd ever seen. Andrews had seen his share of cunt, but this was the first one with real blonde hair around it. The fuzzy blondeness was sopping with her moisture.
He'd spent enough time looking at it. He'd tasted it, he'd fingered it, and now it was time to fuck it. Kneeling between her wide-open thighs, he guided his heavy, dripping prick and brought it against the tight, resisting entrance to her cunt.
Sensing her dreams about to come true, Fern raised her ass slightly from the divan, putting her weight on her heels, thrilling to the sensation of his hard, hot cock as it sought entry.
Fern's anxiety made him miss twice, but finally he managed to press his cockhead at just the right place, applying a proper amount of pressure. Her outer lips widened and then slipped around his pricktip as it penetrated her inner cuntlips. Her cunt was as tight as her mouth, and though she felt some slight discomfort as being stretched so much the first time, it was more than compensated for by the fantastic, overwhelming ecstatic sensation accompanying it.
To Andrews it was sheer bliss. Little by little, he began feeding his thick, weighty prick into the tightness of her anxious, blistering cunt. He could see she was gasping for breath, enjoying it as much as he was. Slick, slavering cuntwalls encompassed his prick as it pushed in deeper, widening her pussy. He'd believed her blowjob was something fantastic. It was, but it was nothing compared to the tight pleasure of her pussy.
He sank his fully-aroused cock deeper, and then a bit deeper, noting how she was helping by pushing back. God! How tight could a female cunt be and still hold him?
Fern was in rapturous heaven. His tongue had been fabulous, but his cock was the ultimate weapon. As it sank to its full length inside her pussy, she realized there was no way to imagine just how wonderful it really felt. The candle was just that, a candle.
It couldn't match the superb sensation of his probing cock.
The weight of him above her, the smell of him, and the feel of his outer thighs pressing against her loins were all sensations she'd never even thought about before. But most of all there was that blunted dome at the tip of his cock, pushing forward until it was as far into her cunt as it could go. Then and only then, did the massive prick begin to retreat.
He withdrew slowly the first time, then plunged forward with renewed vigor. There was the fleshy resistance of her tight pussy, and he would have continued shoving his meat into her cunt in long, rhythmic strokes had she not suddenly begun urging him to speed up with her ass.
He sat back, his meat still buried as far into her clutching cunt as possible. He reached down with his thumb to apply pressure to her throbbing clitoris. He timed the pressing of his thumb to the forward motion of his cock, and she responded with equal vigor, bouncing her ass off the divan to meet his short, hard, violent thrusts, feeling a double sensation as his thumb continued rubbing her sensitive nub.
As her ass began moving faster, Andrews realized she was controlling the fucking as she had everything else, but he'd long ago given up the idea of who was master. He was getting a better fuck now than ever before in his life. If it meant subjugation to the little blonde slut, fine.
She was gurgling, going wild with uninhibited feeling, having just enough sense to keep her voice low. But the way she was rocketing her simmering cunt around his steaming cock, he was surprised the entire trailer didn't rock. Had it been up on wheels, he was certain the whole camp would have been aware of his activity.
"I'm coming!" she hoarsely whispered. "Don't stop now! Just keep it fucking!"
The pressure of his thumb on her clit was what obviously did the trick. Her already tight little ass became taut, and she began weeping, tears falling from her eyes. At first he thought he might be hurting her, but he was too far gone to give a damn. His own seed was rumbling around in his balls, threatening to come spilling forth for the third time, and he had no intention of shooting anywhere else but inside the tight, crushing pussy holding his lancing prick more tightly than any fist.
Fern pressed her strong, firm thighs tightly around his moving hips. The orgasm was taking complete control of her body. Though she felt his prick moving within her pussy, she couldn't see the man above her. She could see nothing save multi-colored lights that flashed all over, blending into her climax. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt.
And then she felt the hot flood of cock sperm as it hammered into her with weighty splashes, each blast becoming more violent. The knowledge that he could shoot so much sperm into her after having come twice before only enhanced her orgasm, and it built to greater heights, charging her body.
And infinity of time passed before she finally left the trailer.
Chapter Three
Scotty Andrews was probably the most obnoxious thirteen-year-old in all of Suretyville. Because both his parents were short, he was small for his age. He might have been a pretty boy, except for his head being somewhat larger than it should have been, and all the kids in the school he attended called him Bighead.
The difference between Scotty and the other kids was even more pronounced, because Scotty had the sex drive of a nineteen-year-old in heat. Unfortunately for him, there were no females interested in a thirteen-year-old snot nose as short as he. He had to content himself with jerking off, which he did on the average of seven times daily, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year. He whacked off dreaming of the various girls in his class, or occasionally of some of the older women in the trailer court, though he was particular about whom he would fuck in his daydreams.
On occasion, like this particular Saturday afternoon, Scotty didn't merely daydream. He did some peeping while pulling his meat. He had been spying on an older girl, an eighteen-year-old who lived at the other end of the trailer court. She had been alone in her own trailer, her parents having gone shopping, and she had shut herself in her room where she had undressed and started to masturbate, rubbing her fingers between her thighs against her aching clit.
Her window looked out on the blind side of the next trailer, and she had neglected to pull the curtains all the way. And Scotty, having hot little rocks for her, had decided to peer into her window, and lo and behold, there she was fucking herself with her thighs wide apart and her pussy a bright red from all the fingering it was receiving.
Having jerked off only twice previously that day. Scotty, as he peered into the room, whipped out his four-inch prick and began tugging on it frantically. His hands were deft and practiced enough, and long before the girl achieved any sort of satisfaction, Scotty Andrews was spurting his dribbles of watery sperm against the outside of her trailer.
Oh man! he thought, putting his limp prick away and leaving. That was some sight.
Had he not been afraid of possible discovery, he would have remained there and continued yanking on his prick. He was hotter than ever. Hell, he wished he'd had the guts to walk in with a camera and take pictures. That way he could blackmail her into doing things for him. Why not? He was thirteen already. It was time to get fucked.
Why not? He thought again, running his fingers through his long, stringy brown hair.
He ran the length of the trailer court, heading for his own trailer. He saw the door was shut, which probably meant neither of his parents was home. About to yank the door open, he heard voices from inside and stopped. He didn't dare try peering through the slotted window in the front door. He stood next to the door and listened. He could hear his father's voice, and the voice was much too young. Besides, his mother worked as a hostess in a restaurant.
"I wanna see you again," his father was saying. "I can't remember when I had three orgasms so quickly, and I'm almost ready for another one."
"Not now," the girl's voice answered. "It felt good, but I don't want to use myself up the first time."
"Who're you kidding?" Andrews was asking. "How could this be the first time for you? I know whores who aren't this good."
"I don't care what you think, it was the first time for me. Now I want to go and relax and think about it. I mean, too much fucking and I might not enjoy it any more. I want to wait until I get that crazy urge again."
"Yeah, well keep me in mind the next time you feel like it."
"I'll be back," Fern promised. "But not right away. I mean, you've used other cunts, so it's only right I find out how it feels to have other cocks. But don't worry, I'll be back."
"Christ! I hope so. You're great."
Scotty hurried around the side of the trailer. He saw the door open, and out came this luscious young chick, maybe a year or two older than he, with long blonde hair and a sexy face and body. And his old man had just fucked her. Well now, that was interesting. He didn't much care about holding it over his father's head, but maybe, just maybe, he could con the baby-faced blonde into slipping him some of that great pussy.
But not right now. Hell, he didn't want to dip into a cunt already greased by his father's come. No, he'd wait. He'd wait for her to fuck another guy. And he'd be ready with his Polaroid. Then he'd show her the pictures the following day, telling her he had others, as well, so even if she ripped those up she'd believe he had her over a barrel. And then she'd fuck anytime he wanted, which meant no more jerking off. He'd have his own private fuck. Then all those assholes in school could go on making fun of him and calling him Bighead, but he wouldn't give a damn.
He followed her to her trailer, only two away from his. She turned just before she went inside, and he could see her growing tits pushing against her mini-bikini. Christ! His father had really enjoyed something prime. She was looking at him, probably wondering why he was staring so intently. Then she shrugged and went inside.
* * *
Fern had noticed the young boy staring at her. She knew why he was staring. He stared for the same reason all other men stared. She had been startled by the size of his head. Heck, he could probably bring home ten pounds of potatoes using his hat for a sack. All in all he was more than a little repulsive. His dungarees were sloppy, with stains around the fly opening, as if he'd been playing with himself.
Fern wasn't normally prejudiced. A person's skin color or his size normally didn't turn her off. She'd seen midgets and dwarfs in movies, any one of which she wouldn't have minded fucking. But Scotty Andrews was something else. There was something different about him. It wasn't merely his large, freakish head. There was something twisted inside him. She could see it looking into his eyes.
Fern didn't realize it, but she was right. Scotty's being teased in school was only in part because of his large head. It was mostly because everyone knew he couldn't take teasing.
The girls teased him most of all. They'd walk over to him and ask him if he'd like to cop a feel or suck on a tit, and when he put his hand out to touch them, they'd scream and draw the attention of others.
Scotty had begun to hate all females, including his mother. He had no sexual feelings for her, which made her an object of pure hate on his part, though she did what she could to please her undersized son. But all the other cunts in the world were prime fucking material as far as Scotty was concerned, and as much as he hated them was as much as he lusted after them.
Fern was new to the trailer camp. But she was a cunt, and like all other cunts she would eventually make fun of Scotty. So before she could do anything to him, he had to compromise her. He had to get her into a position where she would give him her lush body and he could use it any way he pleased.
He watched her enter her trailer and his mouth watered. He'd get her. Just wait.
Alone in the trailer, Fern had plenty of opportunity to think about the great event of the day. She stood under a hot shower for ten minutes washing out whatever sperm she could find from inside her pussy. She was afraid her father might come home and smell the stuff in and on her, and so she soaped the outside of her body thoroughly, and then let the shower spray shoot into her pussy. The sprinkling water had a cooling effect on her still-seething cunt. And yet, the drops of water tickled and aroused her anew. Had there been time, she would have dried off, dressed, and gone looking for yet another cock to fill her pussy. No more candles for her. The real thing was much too good.
Once more her thoughts drifted to the weird-looking kid with the big head hanging around outside her trailer.
Imagine having to fuck with something like that. What a nightmare.
Unfortunately for Fern, nightmares sometimes have a way of happening, and Scotty Andrews, still outside her trailer, was determined to make it happen. But then, what was a nightmare to Fern was a delightful dream to Scotty. His hard cock was already trying to push its way through the blue denim fabric of his dungarees. Had it been a bit longer, he might have ripped his underwear. As it was, all he did was get it wet with his leaking cock.
Finally satisfied that Fern had no intention of leaving her trailer again that day, Scotty returned to his, to prepare his camera for the picture that would get him the cunt he craved.
Chapter Four
Night finally came. Fern, her mother and her father had supper in the trailer, a new experience for all of them. Then they watched TV until midnight, at which time Tom White declared it was time for bed. Clare, his wife, a bosomy blonde with a turned-up nose and full lips, looked at the four beer bottles he'd knocked off in the past four hours. She knew he'd had some boilermakers earlier in the day, too. He always went drinking on Saturday. It was this heavy drinking on his part that lulled Clare into thinking he barely had enough strength to get his cock up for her, much less be able to use it on other women.
Both were in their mid-thirties, and neither was hard to look at. Tom White had muscles bulging all over, though a layer of fat coated his gut; the result of too much boozing. Clare wasn't the girl Tom had married. Her waist was a little fuller, her tits a bit softer, and her hips somewhat wider. But she still looked good enough to make any man stare when she wore her bikini. And though Tom White didn't like other men ogling his wife, he would have been even more unhappy if she'd had the kind of figure they ignored.
From the look in her husband's eye, Clare could tell that her cunt was in for a reaming. Well, the one good thing about the trailer was the two bedrooms being at opposite ends. This would be her first night sleeping in one, and the newness of the bed was exciting her husband. She knew that it'd be three or four in the morning before she'd close her eyes.
Fern was also excited. She knew her parents would be fucking, and she wanted to see her mother's technique. She was curious to compare her to all the other women she'd seen her father fuck. Her father's routine she knew by heart, but it was possible that he fucked differently when he was with her mother. If not, she wanted to see her mother's reaction.
The bedroom doors in the trailer didn't reach all the way to the ceiling. There was a good three inches of wide open space between the top of the door and the trailer ceiling, more than enough room for Fern to make use of, once she stood on the divan just outside her parents' bedroom door.
Fern was the first one in and out of the bathroom. Wearing baby doll pajamas she went to her bedroom, turned off the light and waited while her parents used the bathroom one at a time. Then they retired to the bedroom at the other end.
Fern waited a few minutes after turning out her light. She noted her parents kept the light on in their room, which made her more than happy. She'd be in the dark outer room, peering in, and they wouldn't be able to see her.
On bare feet, the young girl could hear faint whispers already coming from inside. The girl knew her mother was a hot-blooded woman, in need of a good, solid fucking at least once every forty-eight hours. She would have gladly taken more had she been able to get it, but Fern knew that her father was using his cock on other women, and she was surprised he could get it up for her mother. Often, when they'd lived in the apartment, Fern had been able to overhear her parents when they fucked. But this would be her first chance to actually see them.
Silently climbing on the divan, she stood up and was able to peer over the top of the door. What she saw caused her cuntjuice to start dripping down her thighs.
Her father was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, his hand cupping his balls. They were big balls, too, bigger than those of Phil Andrews'. But his erect cock was no match for the one she'd fucked herself, earlier in the day.
"You sure the kid's snug in her bed?" Tom White asked, a bit bleary.
"By now she's fast asleep," Clare assured him. She removed her bathrobe, letting the woolen cloth slither across her swollen nipples, men fall across her tummy and her rounded hips to the floor.
Fern saw her father's eyes widen with undisguised pleasure, listening as he sucked his breath in, staring at her mother's naked torso before him.
Clare undulated her body, moving in a slow provocative manner, her hands filling with the weight of her full, heavy tits. They were much larger than Fern's tits, with bigger areolas and thicker, longer nipples.
Tom White stared at the lithe form snaking and spiraling before him. He might well fool around with other women, but there was no real woman like Clare. So her tits were a little softer than when she'd been a teenager; so what! They still managed to stand up better than those of most women her age. And that golden fluff above her delicious cunt.
"I have a feeling I'd better be doing the work tonight," Clare murmured, holding her tits, letting her nipples peek between her thumbs and forefingers as she pulled on them, reddening them. "You lie back."
Tom White was still sober enough to know his wife was the boss when it came to fucking. From the very first time they'd made it together she had taken command. It had irked him a bit at first, but he soon realized how much better it was when she gave the orders. Besides, he took complete control when he fucked all the other broads.
"It's still like a rock," Clare murmured, kneeling between his thighs as he lay back. "What a gorgeous hunk of prick. I don't think I'll ever see anything like it again in my lifetime."
"You damn well better not," Tom muttered, feeling the warmth of her breath run over his quivering prick.
Clare was a cock-hungry female. She didn't just fuck a cock. She worshipped it. She honored pricks. She bowed to them, prayed to them, loved them as if they were living things unto themselves. Every time she saw his masculine shaft, she had to give it the full treatment.
Hunger welled up inside her. She had to have that stiff, strong, throbbing shaft in her mouth where she could thrill to the taste of it; her never-ending joystick of delirious delight. She would adore his cock with her lips, caress it with her tongue, and thrill to the feel of his cockhead rubbing against her palate. That first stream of heavy semen had to be taken down her throat. He always had enough to fill her cunt to overflowing later, but it wasn't as much as the first time, when it literally gushed from his steaming prick, a geyser of tasty fuckjuice. And that was when the taste was at its richest, too.
She could feel his seeking hands, reaching for and finding her full, thick nipples. Her fingers were pressing them, teasing them to their fullest length, while her own fingers were titillating his thighs. Her hot breath continued flowing in rippling waves across his rigid cock and swollen balls. She could see the hairs on his sac wave in the warm breeze she was creating. Fern could see it, too, and resolved to learn from her mother. There was much the older woman could teach her.
Clare's heavy tits quivered as her husband continued pressing her nipples. But then he had to release them as she moved her head closer to his groin.
She's going to suck him off, first, Fern thought, just like I did. Jesus, but I'm my mother's daughter one hundred percent!
At that moment Fern was green with envy for her mother. Not because her mother was blowing a cock while all she could do was watch, but because her mother had a cock she could call her very own. It was a cock she could fuck or suck at will, almost any time it pleased her. Fern had to go sneaking around, quietly looking for prick. Also, her mother could do it without worrying about being caught. She, Fern, would always have that nagging fear following her that she might be discovered and arrested for doing what other people did freely.
Clare's tits were pressed against Tom's knees, and then her face was lightly pressing against his shivering prick, her long blonde hair falling in folds around his groin, tickling his balls. Already her fingers were lightly touching the wrinkly skin of his balls, her long nails tracing the lines running through the many short, curly hairs. Her fingertips pressed lightly around each testicle in turn, and then her tongue suddenly reached out to its full length to tease the base of his prick.
She could feel the prick jump at the light pressure. She could see the mushroom-shaped head of the cock, a brilliant red as if embarrassed by her staring. At the peak of the prick was the narrow slit of a hole already oozing oil.
Clare's tongue began licking up the dribbling liquid, snapping it into her mouth as quickly as he released it. She lapped again and again, and Tom's entire body began wildly shivering. Her lips pursed together at the peak of his prick and she began sipping it noisily, thrilling to the oiliness of his juice as it slid down her throat. She could taste the residue of his last orgasm, or so she thought, and it only excited her more, knowing she would shortly be drinking the full rich milk coming from his heavy balls. It was a taste of which she never tired, always wanting more and more.
Hungry to urge the semen from his pulsing prick, she slipped her O-shaped lips around the cockhead and gripped it with her lashing tongue. The heat and pressure of the bulging glans in her mouth caused exciting thrills to course up and down her body. Then ever so softly she pressed her lips together until they were all but crushing the prick between them.
Clare was a more experienced cocksucker than her daughter, but in all the years she had practiced blowing her husband not once had it occurred to her to take more of his cock into her mouth than it could hold. When the bouncy point touched her throat, she stopped, wrapping her right fist around the two inches that she was unable to suck.
Tom was gasping as he squirmed all over the bed. He bounced wildly under her superb mouth, writhing and sighing in the turbulence of delightful rapture. Her head came up, stopping when the flange of his sensitive glans touched her lips. Instantly she sucked the long, thick prick back into her mouth, right down to where she'd had him before, her fist pumping wildly. Her tongue applied heavy, slithery pressure to his shimmering prick as his cockhead scraped across her palate. Once again she forced the mighty cock into retreat, feeling it slide along her wet tongue, and then she nibbled, not enough to hurt, but to send him into unbelievable throes of wild, ecstatic rapture.
Then, as her head once again moved down, she began to suck loudly, drinking the heavier flow of lubricating oil. Now her head began attacking and retreating with a wild, sensuous rhythm, bobbing luxuriantly up and down, tantalizing his hot cock to its fullest thickness.
Tom White clenched his fists in his wife's golden hair. He twisted and turned, but Clare never noticed as her head continued moving up and down, up and down, her tongue winding its way around and back, touching a different area of his cock each time.
"You got it, baby!" White moaned. "Oh have you got it! I'm gonna pop my loaded ... here it comes gorgeous ...!"
Clare hummed, letting him know it was just what she wanted, and the vibration from her vocal cords made his prick quiver even more. She sucked and slurped, jamming his prick as far against the back of her mouth as she was able, preparing to drink. Her cheeks hollowed as she tried to siphon the fluid out before it crested.
Her hand jerked faster as her mouth moved up and down on his prick. Her teeth were nipping the flesh of his prick. Tom could no longer simply lay there. He was jamming his simmering meat as far into Clare's mouth as it would go. And then, in an unguarded moment, she relaxed, and for one instant Tom's driving cock made entry into her throat. It was the final touch. Even as he pulled back to drive forward again, knowing she would tighten her throat so he wouldn't be able to enter, he knew this was it.
The gush of white, sticky fluid erupted from his upthrust prick, exploding a fiery wash of boiling, gummy liquid. It flooded into her throat, and once again her gullet widened to swallow. He was shooting so much of it that it was filling her mouth to overflowing. The white cream was oozing out the sides, pasting against her cheeks as she swallowed again and again in a frantic effort to drink his sperm. It slid down her throat into her belly where, like wine, it imparted a feeling of warmth and contentment.
Clare's working mouth continued draining the mighty cock, lathering the solid head with her tongue again and again, tasting more of his salty-sweet fluid. And when the heavy rush of cum subsided, her tongue probed into the cockslit, doing its best to suck out whatever might be left behind.
Tom, already past the crescendo of his orgasm, simply lay there now, his eyes half shut as his wife's tongue once again lashed at his hard, thick cock, tickling his balls, preventing him from falling into the lethargic state his mind was seeking. She'd be damned if he'd get off this easy.
"I'm not finished, Thomas," she told him, still licking his cock, noting that it was as stiff as a ramrod.
Now her mouth began trailing up toward his throat, her tongue licking his flesh all over, kissing every spot on his body. In almost no time she was kissing his lips, dipping her tongue into his mouth, making him taste the sperm she had so avidly swallowed.
The mossy pressure of her cunthair was tickling his rampant cock, keeping it at full mast. She could feel its length, pressed back against him, running into her seething cuntslit. Without using her hand this time, she backed slightly, raising herself until she could feel the bulblike roundness of his cockhead. It moved back and forth against her creaming pussy, causing her cuntjuice to come pouring out. And then, when she suddenly felt the cocktip lodge against the right spot, she pushed her body down hard, and was gratified to feel the full roundness of his glans ease into her pussy.
"Oh shit!" Tom mumbled. "That cunt of yours even has your mouth beat. You have the greatest cunt of all."
"How would you know?" Clare gasped, pushing down a little more, taking more of his cock into her cunt.
"Shut up and fuck," Tom spat out, and rammed his cock all the way in.
"Ahhhh," Clare sighed. "All mine, all mine."
"That's . . . uhhhh .. . right," he reassured her. "It's all yours."
His thick, heavy prick buried itself to the balls in her flaming pussy. But it didn't stay nestled inside too long. Clare rose, letting his cock almost all slide out. At the last second, when it felt as if the entire prick might slip out, she let herself ride his prick down again. Her warm cunt clutched his cock more tightly than any fist, the walls softer than any silk and bringing him to his peak again. He was almost ready to shoot, but he knew that if he did his wife would kill him.
"God! Can you fuck," he muttered, staring up at her bouncing tits, then grabbing them.
Now this prick rammed deeply into her pussy, slickly reaching for her womb. When she was all the way down, she could feel the hairs of his wrinkly balls tease her asshole and she moved circularly, as if trying to screw his cock deeper into her. Clare rotated her cunt around his upthrust cockmeat, then corkscrewed her way to the top before plummeting straight down again, sucking in his entire prick.
Clare was sighing and shivering, lusting for more and more cock. She sometimes wished his prick was longer and thicker, filling not only her cunt, but her belly as well.
Tom's hands began to press her nipples harder, and then he released them in order to touch the rest of her body. That was one thing about Clare; she was sensuous from top of bottom. To feel her belly ripple as she fucked him, or to touch the bouncing cheeks of her round, firm, tight little ass drove him crazy. It made him shudder, causing his throbbing cock to vibrate in the hot moistness of her steaming cunt. It made her rock and rotate, winding and spiraling as she continued fucking up and down on his prick. She thrilled to the pleasure of his cock.
When his hands began caressing the curves of her asscheeks, she leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against his chin and throat. Her flushed face was buried in the thin hair on his head, and she could feel his hot breath on her tits. She pushed herself forward and shoved her left tit into his mouth, cupping his head with the back of her hand.
Tom felt the full softness of her tit being stuffed deeper and deeper into his mouth, and he sucked mightily on her nipple. At the same time her ass began pounding his thighs faster, her cunt tightly squeezing his pistoning cock, gripping it with the full strength of her pussy muscles. The churning of his cock within her cunt caused a burning pleasure to build inside, and like a whirlwind it widened and spread through her body, whirling more and more quickly until it charged through her entire nervous system. Her asscheeks clenched together tightly, bouncing wildly on his solid thighs.
Fern, watching, was amazed at the speed that her mother used to bounce on her father's upthrust, implanted cock. She hadn't thought it possible that a human body could move so quickly. Hell, if her mother could do it, she could do it. She decided she would have to try riding a man's cock. It looked terrific. Not only that, but she noticed how her mother controlled the action, making certain she was receiving her full pleasure. Not that her father lacked for anything. He was enjoying himself to the fullest, with his stabbing cock rammed to the hilt in her mother's cunt, while he sucked her tit all the way into his throat. Fern suddenly felt the heavy trickle of pussyjuice running down her thighs and realized she was having an orgasm just watching.
Clare suddenly tightened her body, stiffening to where she pulled her tit from her husband's hungry lips. Her crushing cunt began applying even more pressure, and suddenly she moaned as hot lubricating juices splattered out of her pussy, flooding Tom's crotch, soaking his balls as she came violently once, twice, three times, and then the count was lost as a series of orgasms overcame her.
The crushing clutch of her cunt made Tom lose all control. Bubbling juices came shooting like flame jets from his solid cock, spurting heavy quantities of sperm into his wife's hungry cunt. Her searing cunt was all but drowned by the quantities of cum shooting into it.
Why bother with other men? Clare thought to herself. As long as Tom had the means of satisfying her, why even think of doings things with other men? He always gave total satisfaction, like now, as his softening cock continued pouring cum into her cunt. The important thing was getting fucked. A cock was a cock. Since her husband's did such a satisfying job, it would be foolishness to go looking elsewhere. Besides, why go looking for trouble Even as the flames of her orgasm receded, Clare realized she needed more. Before they'd finished, Tom would give her at least a dozen more orgasms. But right now she needed at least one more. She knew his cock needed a rest, but there was nothing wrong with his mouth.
Tom, after seventeen years of marriage, was familiar with his wife's needs. He knew the first series of climaxes would not be enough. He also knew how she expected him to bring her to full satisfaction. He had no objections. He'd tasted his own cum often enough. As long as it was his, he'd drink it all out of her cunt.
When his cock had softened, he tumbled her off him onto the bed and jammed his mouth down on hers. She chewed on his tongue eagerly enough, letting him know she wanted and needed more. He tore his lips from hers and kissed her throat, then nibbled his way down to her pillowy breasts, sucking on each nipple long and hard. Then his tongue wormed its way across her middle to her navel. Clare writhed on the bed.
Fern, still watching, had to admit that her father knew how to use his tongue. Her mother's eyes were glazed and unable to see a thing because of the tingling sensations Tom's tongue was imparting. Her belly rippled, and then her entire body shook violently as his tongue licked its way across her hips before moving to her loins. And then his mouth came to the steaming jungle of soft, delicate blonde curls. His tongue licked into it, kissing her pelvis, licking it lightly, each touch a wet dart of passion, making her shake a little bit more.
Her thighs parted, and he could smell the heavy deposit of bubbling cum he'd poured into her. Knowing it was his own sperm made him more aroused and eager to drink it from her cunt. Her pubic mound was already arching into the air, anticipating the electrifying attack of his tongue.
Fern watched, hypnotized, as her father's mouth covered her mother's reddish-pink gash. His lips were gently kissing the lips of her pouting snatch as his tongue lightly ran the full length of the sensitive slit. And then his tongue was knifing between the cuntlips, parting them as it stabbed up into the hot liquid of her flaming cunt, slurping wildly, tasting the rich flavor of his own cum mingled with the heavy wash of her cuntjuice.
To Clare, each time was better than the one before, as if her husband's cunt-eating technique improved with experience. She shuddered and gasped as he sucked and licked, his tongue spearing all the way up into her pussy, licking away at her sensitive cuntlips. And then the tongue was out and licking wildly against her throbbing clitoris, pressing flat against it before compressing the sensual nubbin between his lips.
Clare was going insane with passion. She thrilled to the way his tongue slithered in and out of her lathered cunt, stopping only to lap at her clit.
One sensual eruption followed another in the depths of her cunt, as climax built on climax, sending lightning bolts of passionate ecstasy through her shuddering body. She could feel his tongue, his lips, his nose, and even his cheeks pushing their way between her slavering pussylips, rubbing and pressuring. It made her buck and hump her body wildly against his face, pressing her mossy-covered twat as hard against him as she was able to.
Juices churned and bubbled in her womb as her thighs surrounded his head. His face was pressed deeper into her pussy as she sighed and gripped his thin hair with clenched fingers. His licking carried her to the brink of pleasure, and then, suddenly, she shot way out into space with the biggest most overpowering orgasm of the night.
A gigantic suction cup seemed to be pulling her insides out through her frothing cunt, and the slick, syrupy walls seemed to contract tightly. Her ass rose high off the bed as convulsive sensations tore through her entire being.
Clare's senses left her for that instant. Her eyes were wide and glazed.
How wonderful, Fern thought. How absolutely marvelous it must be to feel such a total climax. She had never experienced anything like what her mother was enjoying. But then her mother had been fucking so much longer than she.
Climbing down from the divan, Fern silently padded back to her room. There, she lay on her bed, her mind filled with pictures of her mother being fucked and eaten by her father, and enjoying all those wonderful conclusions. Fern needed more practice, and she was determined to get it.
With her fingers locked between her thighs, she finally fell asleep.
Chapter Five
Scotty Andrews had fallen asleep with a full-fledged hard-on after having jerked off nine different times that day. On Sunday morning, when he awoke, he immediately began pulling his prick again, shooting his watery drops of sperm into a wad of tissues. He was determined to get into that hot little blonde bitch who had just moved in.
After a quick breakfast, he took a quick turn in the bathroom, then pulled on his dungarees and went outside, his Polaroid in its case, slung about his neck. He saw the blonde come out of her trailer and sit in a beach chair set up out front. She was wearing hip-huggers and a loose blouse, and he could see the white strap of a bra. Man, was she ever something. He'd like to fuck her, all right.
A minute later his eyes widened as he saw the girl's mother come out of the trailer. Clare White was wearing a flimsy blouse knotted under the breasts. Scotty noticed the movements of her tits and realized she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Man, what big, round, full juicy knobs! And look how white that belly was under the knotted blouse. Oh shit! The girl was one thing, but that mother of hers was something else. That was the action Scotty really craved.
What the hell! One thing at a time. First he had to see if he could trap the girl into putting out for him. He'd worry about the mother, afterward.
He checked his Polaroid again, making sure the film was in. Then he stood and waited. Seeing Fern's father leave the trailer to go fishing, Scotty shuddered. He was a mean-looking one, all right. He was probably stronger than Andy Barker, and Andy Barker could kick the shit out of ten men like his father.
Scotty knew he'd have to move carefully. Come to think of it, with a father like that, the blonde girl would probably be scared to let him see any photos of her fucking men. She'd probably do anything to make sure that mean-looking sonofabitch of a father didn't find out. Hell, he'd probably tear the skin off the girl with his belt if he found the kid offering her ass.
Later, the girl's mother went inside and came out with her blouse tucked into her skirt. She also had a car of her own, and she got into it and took off.
The blonde girl sat listlessly in the chair in front of her trailer a good fifteen minutes after that, and Scotty was worried she might have changed her mind about looking for a man to fuck. It really bothered him when he saw three different men, including Andy Barker, pile their families into cars and drive off. Soon there'd be no one left for her to tease. She couldn't go after his father again because his mother was home.
Eventually Fern got to her feet, wearing the same sandals she'd had on the previous day, and she began walking. Scotty, not wanting to be noticed, stood still.
"I'm going to Adele's house to play bridge," Scotty heard Ruth Krumm telling her husband.
Scotty watched Ruth Krumm saunter off and get into a car. Then Ray Krumm came outside wearing shorts and a polo shirt.
Fern saw Ruth Krumm leave, too. And since Scotty was standing on the shadowy side of his own trailer, she never noticed him. But she certainly noticed Ray Krumm. And he noticed her.
Like Phil Andrews, his mouth had been wide open the previous day when she'd first wandered out of the trailer in her mini-bikini. But there the similarity between the two men ended.
Krumm was tall, lean, rangy, and resembled a cowboy. Fucking to him was a serious thing. Not that he didn't enjoy fucking women other than his wife, but he was discriminating about those with whom he fucked. He wanted to make sure there was as little chance of discovery as possible, and he was always certain the girl had as much to lose, if such a discovery should come about. And there was no doubt in his mind that Fern White was such a girl.
He had enjoyed a long drinking bout with White and Andy Barker the day before, and White had sworn he'd kill his daughter if he ever caught her fucking around. White was the kind who didn't blame the male, but rather the female. White said he'd let the man go free, but he'd beat the living shit out of the girl.
There was no doubt that Krumm had seduction on his mind. The girl's figure was far too ripe for her age, and though he believed she might still be virgin, he wanted to bury his already-stiff cock as far into her cunt as it would go. But he was more than surprised when she walked over to where he was standing and said, "Hi. You got a color TV? We only have black and white in our trailer, and there's a Technicolor movie on I want to see."
"Sure," Krumm nodded, holding his door open. "Come on in."
Scotty Andrews felt his mouth water as he watched Fern enter Krumm's trailer. This was going to be it. He'd have all the pictures he'd need.
Scotty moved around to the other side of the Krumm trailer. It was the southernmost trailer in the trailer camp. To the south of the Krumm trailer was an empty lot filled with weeds. Not even dogs ventured into the lot, the weeds were so high. And the bedroom Krumm shared with his wife had a window overlooking the weeds.
Sure enough, when Scotty moved around to that side of the trailer, he saw the open window with the curtains pulled wide. Krumm wasn't the least bit worried about being observed. The lot ran for nearly a quarter of a mile, and the high weeds obscured anything anyone might have seen from that distance.
Scotty climbed over the low wooden fence separating the trailer camp from the lot and walked quietly and slowly through the weeds. When he got to the window, he found it was too high up for him to see inside, so he silently climbed on top of the wooden fence and peered in. Neither Krumm nor Fern was there.
Scotty had waited this long. He could wait a little longer, even if the fence railing was a little uncomfortable. As a peeping Tom, he'd found himself in many uncomfortable positions while peeping. His body had finally become adjusted to the various contorted positions he'd been forced to assume in order to sneak looks at various fucking couples. He had spied on Krumm and his wife before, which was why he knew he'd be able to see Krumm fucking the fifteen-year-old blonde girl. Now all he had to do was wait.
In the living room/dining room area of his trailer, Roy Krumm had just finished offering Fern a beer. She, knowing either her mother or father might smell it on her breath later, had declined. She was sitting in a rocking chair, staring at the small color TV screen, watching Ali Baba and the Grandsons of the Forty Thieves, a picture she had seen more than a dozen times.
Krumm was a quieter, slightly more awkward man then Phil Andrews. He wasn't brash enough to make a grab for her, even though he damned well knew by now she hadn't come into his trailer to watch TV.
"Is there anything I can get you?" he asked, standing near her chair, smelling the sweet shampoo she had used on her hair when she'd showered earlier that morning.
Fern looked up at him and smiled. For the first time she began to understand the power she could exercise over men; especially the older ones who hadn't had a young cunt for a long time. She could have toyed with him for a while, and had she had enough time, she might have. Instead, she quietly reached out, turned off the TV set, and said, "To be frank, Mr. uhhh ..."
"Call me Roy," Krumm volunteered.
"All right," she smiled. "To be frank, Roy, I came here for only one reason. By now I think you know what it is. If you're afraid, say so. I'll walk out and we'll forget I was ever here. I mean, I'm only fifteen, and that would frighten off quite a few guys, and I could understand it. But otherwise, let'd stop kidding around and start fucking, okay?"
"Let's go into my bedroom," he told her. "It's quiet in there, and we can leave the window open so we can look at one another."
"Won't someone look in?" Fern asked.
"Not likely," he told her. "There's no way anyone can bypass that window. Come on, 111 show you."
He led her into the bedroom, and she saw the empty lot with the high weeds. What she didn't see was Scotty Andrews. And Roy Krumm didn't see him, either.
"This is great," she admitted. "Lots of fresh air. I think I'd like to fuck out there, in those weeds one day. I bet it'd be fun."
"Another day," he told her. "Don't forget, this isn't the only trailer overlooking the vacant lot. If we tried doing anything out there, we might be spotted."
"We definitely wouldn't want that," she smiled, her hand reaching down and cupping his groin. She could feel his heavy balls beneath the hardness of his long cock.
Very slowly, she undid his belt, then unhooked his pants and let them drop. She could see his rigid prick pushing against his underwear, staining it with his secretions. All Krumm could do was stand there, perspiring heavily.
Fern knelt in front of Krumm as she pulled the elastic of his under shorts far out enough to keep them from getting snagged on his cock as she pulled them down.
He stepped out of them awkwardly, but remained still as she stared at his wavering prick. Her hand reached out and gently palmed the hanging balls, and. then her other hand lightly fluttered across them, caressing them ever so gently.
Krumm's cock was unlike her father's and Phil Andrews'. Both had powerful, thick cylinders of thick flesh, but neither had the attraction of this one. It was more slender than the two pricks Fern had seen previously, but it was perfectly straight, upright, rigid, solid and pulsating, shimmering and shining with vibrancy. The bulblike head was a shiny lavender, glittering because of the fluids leaking from its eyelike hole.
Fern remembered the way her mother had hungrily eaten her father's prick the previous night, and she wanted to emulate her. Just watching the way her mother had sucked cock had made her come. Were she to do it right, she could have yet another orgasm, and without even being touched. Other orgasms could happen afterward, the right way. But she had enjoyed coming without anything physical touching her. She wanted to see if it would be possible again. She'd be giving herself an oral orgasm, even if she felt it in her cunt.
Ray Krumm was the oldest member of his group in the trailer camp. He was already past forty. Staring at the young blonde weaving back and forth before his erect prick made him feel as if he were about to experience his first orgasm with a woman. The touch of her fingers on his balls sent icy tingles shooting straight up through him. Not one of the women he'd fucked had been able to impart this wild sensation. Her youth was the main thing. True, she was a beautiful girl, too. This certainly didn't detract from what he was feeling. But it was her youth more than anything else.
"What a marvelous prick," Fern mumbled. She said it so low he could barely hear her.
But before he could ask her to repeat herself, an insane current shot its way through him as she wrapped her tongue around his pricktip. Her tongue washed over the thick, bulbous head until the very tip came into electrifying contact with the leaking eye of his cock. It licked in, trying to open the tiny hole. And Fern felt exceptionally good when she felt the man tremble with such intensity that she expected the trailer to shake.
Scotty Andrews, watching from outside the window, had already taken two pictures of the youthful teenage girl blowing the older man's cock. He carefully set the camera down and proceeded to whip out his own four inches of prick and pull. The sight of the girl licking away at Krumm's cock as if it were an all-day sucker was too much for Scotty. He tugged his cockmeat harder and harder, barely able to keep his balance on the fence railing.
Krumm was on the threshold of rapturous agony. He couldn't recall the last time he felt this excited about a woman sucking on his prick. The way her tongue was plunging into his sensitive cumhole was maddening.
To hell with this, she thought. There's still plenty of cock to be sucked on the outside. And suck it she did. Her tongue looped softly across the swelling and receding head again and again. The tingling pressure she applied changed the color of his prick from a light lavender to a raging purple. His aching cockhead looked as if it were ready to burst.
The full length of his slender cock shook like a rattling saber, and her hands, still caressing his balls, felt them tighten as they drew up into his body. He was panting loudly. Every bit of physical energy and mental thought was concentrated in forcing the pools of semen to rise from his balls and cascade into the hungering girl's mouth.
Now Fern's lips ringed his cock tightly while her tongue began tickling his underside. Slowly, very slowly, her mouth made its way toward the base. This was a long cock, and, as with Andrews, Fern had to relax her throat muscles and let the cockhead slip into her throat. Because his prick was thinner, Fern found it easier to swallow.
Her clamping lips, combined with her working tongue and the swallowing action of her throat, was a sensation Roy Krumm had never known before. Other women had blown him as if doing him a favor. They did it just to get it over with. But not this girl. She was enjoying every bit of his cock. She was taking full pleasure in slowly sucking him off.
Fern would lunge forward and swallow as if intending to tug his seething cock from his body and into her belly where she could digest his prick at will. She sucked so earnestly that he could feel his balls inside her mouth being tickled by her lower lip and tongue. Then, when he felt as if his very soul would be shot out through his aching cock, the girl would release him and let his prick slide almost all the way out. Her lips would hook around the ring of his cockhead and hold him firmly while she once more sucked his cock into her throat.
Her oral abilities were fantastic. They knew no limits. There was a complete and total lack of shame in the way she continued to suck his rigid prick.
The incredible thought that she had tasted cockcream before burst into Krumm's mind. Not only had she tasted it before, but she apparently had a love for the stuff, because she wanted to taste it again. Most women would spit it out, assuming they would let him come in their mouths. Some would swallow quickly, hoping to taste as little of his cum as possible. But not this little angel. And with her blonde hair flowing the way it was on her bobbing head she looked positively angelic.
She apparently loved the flavor of semen, and she was doing her best to draw it from deep within him so she could fill her mouth with the milky nectar. Her one and only aim was the taste of his cum.
Scotty, who had shot twice already, stared, wide-eyed. A motion-picture camera might be able to record the girl's hunger, but his Polaroid would never do it. There was no noise coming from the trailer bedroom, and it made Scotty think he was watching an old-time silent movie. Krumm's expressive face was contorting and twisting as it grimaced at the way the girl's mouth worked on his cock. There was a lot of human emotions written on the man's face, all scrawled there at once. There was torture mingled with rapture; wild thrills joined with intense misery; but most of all there was that longing to come. Never before had he wanted to come so badly. Often he had purposely held himself back as much as he could, hoping to prolong the enjoyment of it all. But this time Krumm wanted to fire. He wanted to unload the full quantity of his ball-busting cum inside the girl's hungering throat. This was the kind of blowjob a man usually received only once in a lifetime, if at all.
The girl's burning mouth clung to his prick, sucking, sucking, sucking. Her throat clutched at his glans each time her head rammed forward, and her gullet seemed to squeeze harder and harder. He could feel her nose dig into his pelvis, mingling with his curly, dark hair as her tongue licked his balls.
Suddenly, miraculously, wondrously, Krumm realized the moment was there. He was going to shoot! The girl's head was bobbing faster as she felt his prick swell to a greater thickness and a definitely more intense hardness. This was it!
What seemed like gallons of white, foaming cream began bubbling and boiling as it made its way up through the narrow tube in his throbbing cock. The burning, scalding fluid was in a mad rush as it poured its way through the large purple head. It forced the teardrop-shaped eye in the head of Krumm's cock to gape wide as it literally charged into the mouth of the eager, cocksucking girl. Her lips drained his pulsing cock, pulling every bit of sperm from within. She had the full length of his cock down her throat, and she could feel his pelvic hairs scrub her nose and cheeks as she gulped. Even as the solid prick from which was was sucking began to weaken and shrivel, the girl continued drinking, forcing every last drop of the precious fluid into her mouth and throat.
Unable to stand, Krumm simply fell back on the bed behind him. The girl moved forward and continued sucking until she was certain her mouth had captured all the sperm he could surrender. Even then she wasn't satisfied. She released his cock and simply stared at it, as if daring it to allow another drop to appear so she could lick it up with her tongue.
"Christ!" Roy Krumm muttered. "Are you for real?"
Chapter Six
Fern moved up and gently kissed him on the mouth, letting him taste some of his cum. With any other woman Krumm might have objected, but the gentle way she kissed him and let him taste his sperm made him more than willing to suck her tongue and lick the inside of her mouth.
"I'm for real," she assured him. "And now I want you to do me."
Krumm was powerless to deny her. In fact, he suddenly realized he was as hungry to eat her pussy as she had been to eat him. It was infectious. More, he didn't want to merely lick her cunt, which he knew he would eventually do, he wanted to lick that tiny little asshole of hers.
"Your ass," he whispered as she undressed. "I want to suck your ass."
It had never occurred to Fern that a man might want to put his mouth to her asshole. But then, why not! All the other things she had tried she had enjoyed. Why not this, as well? She knew her asshole was clean. She had washed it carefully as she always did when taking a shower.
"Okay," she nodded, dropping her panties on the floor as Scotty, outside the window took, another picture. "Lick my ass as much as you want."
Fern had the feeling this was going to be one wild sensation. She leaned forward, hands on knees, letting her asscheeks point toward Krumm who was now seated on the bed. Already she could feel tingles in the many nerves of her rectum, just anticipating what would happen.
Krumm really couldn't understand why this desire of his for ass-licking had suddenly become so overpowering. He had kissed other assholes before. He enjoyed pressing his face against the twin cushions of a female ass and licking away at the small, opening, but the urge had never gripped him as strongly as it had him now.
He had a fantastic desire to bury his tongue as far into her rectum as he was able. She was a mere girl, almost a babe, and yet he felt the overwhelming need to use his mouth on all of her. He wanted to suck each of her tits into his mouth; he wanted to lick her body front and rear; he wanted to taste the juices draining from between her thighs; but most of all he wanted to lick her ass.
Outside the window, Scotty Andrews felt his own desires rising as he stared at Fern's naked body. He held his once-again erect cock tightly in his little fist and began jerking again as the girl turned slowly, making sure Ray Krumm saw all of her. His eyes almost bugged out at the sight of the girl's firm, round tits tipped with the stems of hard, pink nipples.
When the girl turned sideways, bending over and putting her hands on her knees, Scotty began drooling at the sight of her tits as they dangled. He couldn't see her sweet little pussy, but that was all right. He'd soon be looking at it often enough, once he showed her one of the pictures of herself blowing Ray Krumm's cock.
He had been careful to keep Krumm's face out of the picture. But the photo showing the cock halfway in her mouth was plain enough, as was the photo with the full length of prick buried to the hilt in her mouth, balls and all.
At the sight of the tight little ass staring into his face, Ray Krumm broke out into a heavy sweat. Christ! What a sight! What a fantastic fucking sight!
Krumm's hands went around the girl's firm, slender thighs, drawing her closer. He stared lovingly at the slice between the moons of her ass, eyeing the puckered hole hungrily.
"Beautiful", he muttered, talking into her asshole as if into a microphone. "Beautiful."
Fern looked back, her hands still on her knees. The vibration of his voice seemed to touch the membranes in her anal canal. She shuddered when she felt his hands leave her thighs and grab the cheeks of her ass, parting them. And then she felt the shocking touch of his tonguetip as it placed itself directly on her asshole. It was as if ten thousand volts of current suddenly shot through her, sizzling her inner organs.
His thumbs forced her cheeks farther apart. Then his tongue stabbed in deeply, licking into the fleshy thickness of her anus. Out it came, to lick up and down, completely swabbing the crevice of her ass, and then it plunged back in again. It was as if he were wiping her ass with his tongue the way he licked in, out, up and down, then in again.
Every nerve in Fern's young, fresh body tingled with each lick. Every part of her shook again and again. Her cuntlips opened and closed like lips giving and receiving kisses. And the warm flood of saliva pouring into her asshole seemed to inflame the girl. She hadn't had the orgasm she'd wanted while sucking Krumm's cock earlier, but she could feel something now.
"Come on," she begged. "Keep it going! Don't stop!"
Her begging told Krumm he was licking her ass better than even he believed. She was begging for more tongue in her asshole!
Krumm slowly pushed his tongue forward, feeling the soft, pulpy flesh of her asshole. He pushed deeper, and felt his tongue go in a bit further. Her sphincter was resisting, pushing back, trying to refuse entry to his probing. And then, with a final, hard drive, he sent his tongue as far into her rectum as possible.
The penetration wasn't as deep as Fern had wanted, but it was still a new, exciting feeling, and she could feel her oncoming climax beginning to mount. He continued tonguing her ass, making her asshole slippery. Now his tongue could work in and out, and, as her sphincter became accustomed to its thrust, it relaxed, allowing the passage of his tongue to move more quickly.
What a fantastic feeling, Fern thought, staring straight ahead, her hands on her knees. What a fabulous sensation! Not even Mom ever felt anything this good. She knew her father considered himself above ass-licking. Too bad! If he had gone down on her mother's ass, she might have done the same for him. This way, neither one knew what they were missing. It felt exhilarating to Fern to know she was experiencing something her parents might never know. And because the sensation was building so rapidly, she knew she would come shortly.
Reaching down between her thighs with her right hand, Fern felt her clit, an enlarged fleshy thing, quivering and vibrating and tingling as she touched it. She clamped her thighs tightly around her hand, locking it against her clit as she rocked back and forth to the beat of his licking tongue, feeling it move in and out of her ass. As her ass became more and more lubricated, the tongue seemed to be sinking more and more deeply inside. This caused her to rub her finger harder against her clitoris, enhancing the oncoming climax.
Scotty Andrews had taken two more photos. Ray Krumm's face was completely hidden by Fern's tight round ass, but there was no mistaking the girl's face when she had looked back to see how the man was enjoying himself. And those were the times Scotty had taken the pictures.
Krumm's tongue continued knifing in and out of the girl's tight rectum as her asscheeks tightly closed around his eyes and nose. He couldn't see, but he could smell her girlish body and taste the sweetness of her clean asshole.
Fern had no idea what it was that motivated the man to eat her asshole, but she loved it. She thrilled to the fire-like flame of his lancing tongue as it danced in and out of her asshole. And the oral action was finally having a telling effect on her. The combined actions of his tongue in her ass and her finger locked between her thighs caused powerful emotions to build. She was rapidly approaching the peak of her pleasure now. It was a one-way trip, with no stops in between. It built higher and higher until it had no place to go, and her orgasm took complete control of her.
Krumm knew the girl was coming. He could tell by the way she was literally beating his face with her ass. He licked faster and harder, releasing her asscheeks and grabbing her thighs, doing his best to hold her still so he could lick into the deepest part of her anal cavity.
A new taste suddenly touched Krumm's tongue. He could suddenly taste the slithery liquid from Fern's peach-like pussy as it dripped down into her ass. It lubricated his tongue, making it even easier for him to piston it in and out of the girl's squirming ass. She tried to shake away, but his tight grip held her in place as he continued licking. The salty sweetness of her cuntjuice was like rich wine. He thirstily drank it all down.
Finally, when she sagged and fell to her knees, he released her, pulling his tongue out of her ass. But it wasn't over, yet. His cock was erect again.
The girl lay kneeling on the floor, her back to Krumm. She was sobbing, but it was from pleasure and happiness, and not from sorrow. As she knelt, she felt his hands suddenly touch her hips and she knew her body was coming to life again.
His hands caressed her asscheeks before reaching around and filling themselves with her tits. Her long blonde hair hung down on both sides of her face, obscuring it, and Scotty Andrews silently cursed, realizing a picture now would do no good. Still, he had the other four photos. Now he'd be content to watch the finish and jerk off a fourth time.
Krumm knelt behind the girl and pressed his rocklike prick against the puffed lips of her cunt. Fern realized he was going to fuck her dog-style, and she prepared herself. A thrill coursed through her as she felt the slime-covered knob of his cock rub against her tight pussylips.
And then it was pushing into the frothing opening as it parted her slick cuntlips. The girl raised her ass, helping him to position himself. The shiny, leaking cockhead pushed its way inside, widening her tight cunt, meeting resistance as it pushed further and further into her pussy. And then he felt all seven inches of his prick buried to the balls in her aching cunt.
Oooh, but that felt good to Fern. What a lovely feeling to have a long cock stuffed inside her pussy. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed it until this moment. She knew now she'd have to be fucked at least once a day for any kind of satisfaction. Otherwise she'd go around completely frustrated.
True Roy Krumm's cock wasn't as thick as the one she'd fucked the previous day, but in this position it felt just as good. She could feel his dangling balls, like a pair of counterweights, slapping hard against her clitoris as he began fucking in and out.
Fern sighed as she felt his cock move, and she churned and rotated her body to match his movements. She felt her tits heaving with ecstasy. Her head hung down, and now, as she opened her eyes, she found herself peering along the front of her body, staring at the way his cock fit into her cunt. The sight was more arousing than watching the way her mother had sat on her father's prick the previous night.
She watched as the pendulous balls slapped against her clit again and again. Each time his cock came sliding out of her cunthole, she saw it glistening with more and more of her own fluids. Each time he rammed forward, she felt a tingle at the feel of his pubic hairs scraping against her ass.
She writhed, tightening her pussy muscles as she had done when she'd practiced with the candle.
Her cuntlips began squeezing his cock in their viselike clutch. And she began wiggling from side to side as well as back and forth.
Fern felt another climax building inside her. This would be even better than the first one. Even before she could feel it take control of her, she felt his hot sperm come blasting into her womb, coating her cunt. It was all she needed to send her over the edge, and she went through a series of multiple orgasms, finally finishing off with a big one. She was content for the day.
Chapter Seven
He had her cold. By God! He had the blonde bitch by her clit, and Scotty Andrews was going to take full advantage of it.
He had left Ray Krumm's trailer with the girl and Krumm still inside, knowing she'd be out much later. But he'd wait until the following day. He'd go see the blonde cunt and confront her with two of the four pictures, telling her either she fucked for him, or he'd see to it her father saw them.
The night couldn't come quickly enough for Scotty, and when it did come, he found it difficult to sleep. He whacked off a dozen times in bed before finally letting exhaustion take its toll.
The following day, Scotty waited until his parents went to work, then he took his first shower in more than a month. He wanted to make sure he smelled good and clean when he finally fucked the blonde pussycat.
He had a double helping of bacon and eggs for breakfast. Hell, he knew he'd have to keep up his strength. This was going to be the day. He was going to fuck the girl at last. True, he'd have preferred her mother, but under the circumstances Fern would be more than satisfactory, especially after her performance yesterday.
Hiding two of the photos in the bedroom of his trailer, Scotty took the other two and walked over to the White trailer. He figured Tom and Clare White had already gone to work, which meant the girl would be the only one inside. He knocked at the trailer door and heard a voice tell him to come in. It was a female voice, sure enough, though it sure sounded hoarse. Hell, that girl must have taken more cock down her throat the previous day than she'd expected. Tough! With him she'd be lucky. His prick wasn't long enough to reach her throat, yet, but if his father's cock was any indication of how long his would grow, Scotty knew he'd end up with one helluva prick.
Entering the trailer, he heard the same hoarse female voice coming from the bedroom on his right.
"Yes? Who is it?"
This was it. He had her. All he had to do was show her the pictures and tell her what he expected from her.
The room was dark, but he could see her blonde hair on the pillow. He felt afraid for an instant, then he blurted out, "Look, I know what you've been doing, see? What's more, I want some of it. Don't try conning me and telling me you aren't interested, because if you hand me that shit, I'll hand some pictures over to your old man. Here's a sample of what I mean."
He held his hand out with the two pictures. A hand reached out from the bed and took them. It was as the hand took the photos away that Scotty realized he wasn't talking to Fern. The hand he saw didn't belong to a slender fifteen-year-old girl.
A light suddenly blinked on, and Scotty realized he was standing in Clare White's bedroom. She had decided to take the day off to help get everything settled in the trailer. Now she was staring at two photos of her daughter. In one, Fern was being sodomized by some man, and in the other the girl was sucking on a prick. My God! Clare thought.
Fern had her hot-bloodedness. But Fern had been unable to wait. There was no way she could control the girl now. And if Tom ever found out. . . Clare had to protect the girl.
"Where did you get these?" Clare demanded to know.
"All you gotta know is I got 'em," Scotty snapped, snatching the photos away from her. "How much do you want for them?" "I don't want cash."
Clare saw the glimmer in the big-headed boy's eyes. She knew what he wanted. He wanted the same thing all men wanted. He was as sex crazy as her daughter. Clare also knew how Fern felt about the boy. She had mentioned seeing the yecchhy-looking, big-headed kid hanging around the trailer. Clare knew Fern would run away from home rather than submit to any kind of blackmail. She feared her father, but she also hated this boy. Under the circumstances there was only one way to save the girl.
"Suppose, just suppose I give you what you want," Clare said, and was surprised to hear the boy gasp. "Will you give me the pictures?"
"You mean, you'd put out for me?" Scotty asked.
"In return for the pictures."
"One picture a month," Scotty told her, "and you give me all the fucking I want."
"There are certain rules," Clare told him. "First, you stay far away from Fern."
"I'd rather fuck you any day," Scotty told her, his heart trip hammering at the thought he'd be getting into a real woman and not some baby-faced girl.
"Second, when my husband is home, you don't know me and I don't know you."
"I know whatcha mean," Scotty nodded.
"Third, on no account do you ever tell anyone of our relationship. Do you understand?"
"Okay by me. But you usually work during the week, don'tcha?"
"I get home from work a good two hours before my husband. There'll be more than enough time to give you what you want and still take a shower, afterward."
"What's a'matter, think I'll make y'dirty?"
"No, but my husband just might be able to smell your sperm inside me. He likes his sex, too. I have to be clean and fresh for him at all times."
"Okay, okay," Scotty nodded. "But how're y'gonna keep it from your daughter?"
"Fern's been listening just outside the door the whole time. There's no way I can keep it from her."
Scotty turned and saw the teenage blonde staring at him with distaste.
"I'm the one he caught," she said to her mother. "I think it's up to me to do what he wants."
"No," Clare told her daughter. "I know you by now. You'd run out in less than a week and get yourself into some real trouble. I know you can't help yourself." Fern came into the room and sat on her bed. "The first time I made it with your father I became addicted to sex. And it was only because I had such a prudish mother that I was a virgin when I got married. You take after me. Go, have your kicks, but don't get pregnant, and more important, don't let your father find out."
"Y'mean you're lettin' her go out and fuck some more?" Scotty asked.
"Suppose I told her she should stop," Clare answered. "She wouldn't. She'd go on screwing behind my back, and maybe get herself hurt. I know her. She's exactly like I was at her age." To her daughter, Clare said, "Fern, leave the trailer for an hour. I don't want you or anyone else walking in, so lock the door behind you."
"Mom, you mean you're really going through with it? You're really going to permit this . . . thing to get away with it?"
"Yes," her mother answered very simply. "Now leave."
"If I ever see you taking pictures again, I'll break the camera over your head," Fern told Scotty as she left the room. The boy merely smiled. He had won, and the prize was bigger and better than anything he'd expected.
"Although I don't suppose you need lessons," Clare told Scotty once Fern was gone, "I gather this will be your first time with a woman."
"Yeah," Scotty admitted, nodding his head and slipping the photos into the back pocket of his dungarees.
"Get undressed," Clare ordered.
"You first," the boy said.
Standing, she pulled her nightgown over her head. The boy stared at her full womanly figure, his eyes bulging.
"Wow!" he breathed, staring at her full tits. "You're gorgeous. I mean, what a . . . well..."
His eyes were taking in her wide hips and the blonde bush at her pelvis. It, like Fern's, was real gold, all right. To Scotty it was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. And he intended dipping his prick into her honey pot. Her round, soft, full tits and pink nipples held his eyes like magnets. And her belly had a soft roundness to it like a pillowy cushion.
Automatically he began stripping, careful to leave his dungarees on the divan in the other room. The rest of his clothing he dropped on the bedroom floor.
"Come here," she ordered, and Scotty carefully approached. "Are you afraid?" She laughed.
All of a sudden he jumped at her, his weight bearing her back onto the bed where he began kissing her face passionately. Clare was amused at his clumsiness, and yet it did wonders for her ego to know a young boy preferred her to her daughter. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly, and reaching down, she took hold of it, saying, "You're not badly built for a boy your age."
"It's kinda small," Scotty said, stopping his kisses for a moment, but pressing himself against her, feeling her full tits. His hands began running up and down her body, feeling her wide hips, thrilling to the sensation of her golden hair rubbing against his balls.
"To begin with, always take your time," she warned, and kissed him gently. She was pleased he was listening. If she had to fuck for the little bastard at least he was trying to make it as comfortable for her as possible.
He kissed back, letting his tongue imitate hers. It made him shove his aching cock harder against her, and he could feel his slippery cockjuice seeping out, coating her belly. He noticed she was moving her body wildly, letting the colorless liquid smear across her body.
My God! he thought. She wants to enjoy it. She really believes she can have a good time with me. Well hell, I'll sure as shit give it one fucking try!
He felt her hand trickle downward, and he squirmed sideways so she could touch his prick. The moment her fingernails tantalized his hard little cock he thought he'd shoot. He even looked down for a moment to watch the way she was fondling it, and to him it appeared to grow bigger and thicker than it had ever been before.
"Let me stick it in you," he begged.
"You'll come like a shot the first time," she warned.
"Ill get it up again," he promised. "I jerk off six times a day!"
Scotty pressed himself down on her, feeling her soft breasts pillow him. His knees pushed between her thighs and finally managed to part them. He shoved a hand between them and for the first time his fingers touched a cunt. He thrilled to the tickle of her mossy hair, then pushed his fingers lower, finally discovering the top of her slick gash. Even as his fingers slid down, he could feel the rising button of her swelling clit. And then his fingertips were touching the soft and wet flesh between her parting cuntlips.
"I gotta get in there," Scotty muttered. "I just gotta!"
"So do it," Clare told him, now more amused than annoyed.
He was shorter than her, yet he seemed to hover above her like some dark force as his hands slipped under her to grip the melon shapes of her sweet ass. His knees edged forward, pushing his anxious cock against her cunthair. Clare had to reach between them and guide his missile-shaped prick a bit lower until its head was actually pushing between her outer cuntlips.
"That's it," she whispered to Scotty. "Thatta boy! There's the place! Just shove and you'll feel it go in!"
"Oh shit, yeah!" he muttered, urging his ass forward and down.
He felt the satin clasp of her devouring cunt. Nothing his mind had created could begin to equal the shimmering truth of her clutching cunt, now sucking his prick into the wet glossy sheath of her seething interior, for Clare was getting hotter by the moment. Though she had talked to herself often enough, convincing herself she never needed any other cock, now that a strange prick was sliding into her cunt she was becoming highly aroused.
That he was a mere boy, an amateur who would probably spill his seed almost instantly, didn't really matter. It was a different cock, and all barriers within came tumbling down as she finally admitted to herself how often she had longed to fuck another cock, if only to compare.
Scotty inched forward, shoving, getting every last one of his four inches neatly planted. And Clare's cunt muscles were so well developed, they had no trouble tightly surrounding his skinny prick.
For Scotty, this was it. This was the wonderful reality of his aching cock buried in the soft, sweet pussy of a truly experienced woman with a cunt as tight as that of any virgin. With his throbbing cock buried as deep inside her cunt as possible he could not only feel the soft tissues surrounding him, but he could sense everything about her.
He could smell the strong musk now coming from the area where they were joined. The aroma was so powerful Scotty felt he could actually taste her. The trickle of her cuntjuice as it surrounded his pushing prick was better than anything he had ever imagined.
God, how good it felt to have her legs crossed behind his ass, pulling him up against her pussy. Equally fabulous was the pressure of her tits pillowing his body as he lay on her wonderful chest. He could feel the spikes of her elongated nipples as they rubbed against him, trying to dig holes in his short body.
His ass thudded back and forth with the speed of a drill hammer as he began fucking her, knowing his climax was only seconds away. He didn't give a damn whether she came or not. The bargain was for her to fuck him as often as he wanted, as long as her husband wasn't around. Whether or not she got anything out of it was her business. But Scotty was more interested in what he would get from it. And right now he knew he would get the most fabulous climax he'd ever experienced. Jerking off was never as good as this.
Clare relaxed, letting him quickly fuck her. She knew he would pop his load too quickly for her to really enjoy herself, so in spite of her ankles crossed behind him, holding him deeply embedded in her, she let Scotty do all the work. It was fun, feeling a different cock moving inside her pussy, even if it wasn't big and thick. It would make Tom's prick feel that much better later on, when her husband fucked her. And if he didn't fuck her that night, at least she'd have been able to get something from the little prick filling her hole at that moment, because she had no intention of letting him off with a single climax.
Clare knew damn well he'd take a long time coming the second time, and in that time she could have herself more than enough orgasms.
"God," he mumbled. "I wish I was longer. I wish I could sink deeper into you!"
In answer to his request, Clare drew her knees up against her tits, thus allowing him access to depths he would otherwise have never reached. He was fucking into her with all the strength he could muster.
Scotty felt the slick, greasy glue suck his cock even deeper. It was like pile driving into a delicious ooze of thick mud, hearing it slurp and gurgle each time his cock shuddered into it. He fucked as if this were not only his first fuck, but his last fuck.
And then it began to happen. He knew how the start of an orgasm felt. He'd experienced about forty thousand of them in the past year and a half.. . ever since he'd started jerking off . . . but this time the beginning felt stronger, heavier, deeper, and completely uncontrollable. Every once in awhile, when jerking off, he'd stop just before reaching the peak and let the feeling settle a little before starting to tug again. But this time he couldn't stop.
There was no way on earth he could halt his cock from plunging in and out of her cock-hungry cunt. It was a quiet, calm flame at first, welling up with awful suddenness as electricity seemed to crackle through him. And then strong, heavy pin wheels of power shot through him, making his entire body suddenly tighten.
And then the juice was coming out of him! Hot steaming gobs of heavy cum. No longer was it the watery dribble he shot into tissues or against the sides of other people's trailers. This was a full-fledged load of hot, thick, heavy cum. He couldn't stop the spurts. More and more juice was shooting out. Hell, he'd never had a come like this before!
Clare felt the burning sperm shoot into her pussy time and again. She reached down and gripped his ass, holding him in place, afraid he would pull out too quickly and soil the bed linen.
"Oh God!" the boy finally said, yanking his shrunken prick out of her cunt. "I've never felt anything like that!"
"Let's see if you're as good as you claim," Clare replied, pulling a tissue from the box on the nearby nightstand and grabbing his cock and balls. All the surrounding liquid was caught up and wiped away.
Scotty fell back on the bed, positive this was one time he'd never be able to resurrect his cock. Clare knew better. She let him rest about five minutes, feeling hotter by the second for being unfulfilled, then she reached down and took his wormlike prick between her thumb and forefinger. She tugged lightly, and with only a few quick movements found it growing very quickly. This time it didn't stop at four inches. Fucking Clare had done something to it, and it seemed to expand until it was more than four and a half inches long. And it was wider, as well.
"Jesus!" Scotty muttered. "Willya look at that."
And then, while he lay there staring, she leaped, her mouth wide open as she sucked the hardened cock into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. Her blonde hair was a light quilt over his lap, and he could no longer see what she was doing, but he damn well felt it.
Oh God, did he feel it! He couldn't recall when anything felt so fantastic. Because his cock was short, she not only fitted all of it into her mouth, but was able to pull his entire balls in as well, and that was the crowning delight. The woman was pure, flaming, unadulterated passion. Her nose and forehead bounced against his belly, then came straight up as she backed off. Then down she came again, her tongue busily lapping with wild enthusiasm.
For a while Scotty thought he'd pop another load, this time in her mouth. But Clare knew what she was doing. Her mouth came up and off his prick, leaving it swollen to the bursting point. She used her tongue to tease his hairless balls, noting the skin wasn't nearly as wrinkled as that of her husband's. Her licking tongue dipped lower and caressed his balls, making the boy shudder violently. She even let the tip of her tongue lap at his asshole once or twice.
Just as suddenly as she started, she stopped.
"Come here," she ordered, lying back on the bed.
He sat up and stared at her for a moment. He wondered why she had quit. Then she said, "It's time you learned to do a little work. Come over here and suck my tits!"
Hell, yes! he thought. Why hadn't it occurred to him before? He'd always wondered what it would be like to taste those red, strawberry-colored nipples. He buried his face between the heavy melons of her tits, lapping wildly in the valley between them. Then he raised his face and lowered his mouth over the swollen, rubbery nipple. His lips tightened around the firm hardness of it and he sucked, letting his tongue automatically wander around it.
"Now," she told him. "I want you to start kissing my body all over. Lick my belly with your tongue. Then let it roam a little lower."
Scotty was burning up with desire again, but this time, having come inside her, he was even hotter, yearning for more.
His tongue made her squirm and tremble. Her voice gasped and shuddered and her hands came to lightly rest on his oversized head. He could feel her fingers sensuously running through his unruly hair, and it spurred him to licking harder and faster.
His hands slid between her voluptuous thighs, touching the soft, tender, hair-lined mound of delicate membrane. And then a finger fitted its way into her cunt, sliding where his hard cock had fucked before. He could feel the combined stickiness of her sweet juices and his own slime, and the mixed odor aroused his ardor to new heights. He had to taste it. He had to have the juice in his mouth.
Her dribbling pussy was a slit nectarine with a seepage of heavy, oily fluids now coating his fingers. He stared directly into its center, seeing the flow of oil as it poured out of her cunt.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved forward until the aroma of their mingled fluids made his head spin. His tongue touched the little red button quivering at the top of her watering slot. The instant he touched it, the woman started clamping her taut, firm thighs tightly around his head. The white, solid flesh smelled sweet around his cheeks, mingled with the dew-like coating of his own cum. Through those hairs he could see the dripping red slice of wetness separating the lips of her creaming cunt. Such soft, fleshy petals. It had never occurred to Scotty to think of them other than as a barrier to the much-wanted cunt that he wanted for his cock. But now, as he stared at them, he realized what things of beauty they were; their soft flesh yielding to the pressure of his tongue as he carefully licked between them, lapping at the inner part of her cuntlips. He savored the sweet-salty cream he licked out of her, swallowing it, then looking for more.
Then he knifed his tongue deeply between the puffy lips, bypassing the inner cuntlips, probing into the sweet, burning depth of her pussy. He swirled his tongue around and around, licking out all the heavy oils as swiftly as her membranes secreted them. He could hear her moaning with desire, despite the pressure of her thighs pressing in on his ears. Her legs went up in the air and came down, one thigh on each shoulder. Her hands applied pressure against his large head, trying to push his face deeper into her cunt.
Scotty felt his face trapped in a mire of sweet, sucking darkness. The soft bristles of her golden hair rubbed his forehead as his nose and mouth sank deeply into the center of her cunt. He never thought about suffocating, but rather sought to sink even more deeply into her pussy.
"Damn," Clare muttered. "For an inexperienced little cuntlapper you're doing one helluva job!"
She released his head and tapped his shoulder. He had no intention of pulling his face away from her cunt now, but when he felt her nails scratching him, he began moving his body around. At first he didn't understand what she wanted, but kept moving his body around until he'd made a complete swing around. He felt her raise one of his knees and bring it down on the other side of her face, and then her desire dawned on him.
She wanted to suck his cock while he tongued her simmering twat! Well, why not! It was a great idea. And with him on top it wouldn't be a mere matter of her mouth sucking his prick, but rather his being able to fuck his hard cock as deeply into her mouth as possible. As he lapped, his mind pictured his prick hovering directly over her mouth. As her lips surrounded it in a tight circle, he mentally saw the stalk slowly sinking into her hungry throat. The shining luscious lips continued eating his solid cock until it had taken the full length inside, and even then she continued pulling him down as her oval lips opened just enough to swallow his balls.
His mouth clamped itself tightly to her pussy. His tongue licked inside, spiraling around and around before coming out and nibbling her fully-swollen clit. He could feel the little nub resist each time he pressed his tongue against it, now that it was at its full hardness. Her clit quivered and stabbed back at his tongue. He drank thirstily, tasting her juices, and her excited movements aroused him as much as the pressure of her lips and tongue surrounding his cock.
His hands, which had been resting on her thighs, now dug underneath and grabbed her full asscheeks. He squeezed them hard, feeling her react by raising her pussy higher, pushing it harder against his face. His tongue seemed to drill even more deeply into her burning pussy, and the liquid membranes seemed to slide around it as more and more of her honey flowed into his mouth and against his cheeks. He probed into the steaming depths of her constricting cunt, and she retaliated by sucking and lapping the full length of his cock as well as his balls. The heat of her breath and the pressure of her lips on his balls drove him to frenzied heights. Her oval lips expanded and contracted perfectly with the way his cock thrust into her mouth, and the friction around his prick built to an incredible peak.
Her tongue applied heavy pressure against the rubbery head of his thrusting cock, and she could feel it swell to an even greater size. The wild way her tongue worked made him even more eager to taste as much of her flushed pussy as he could, and the way his tongue delved into her pussy, stopping only to lash at the hardness of her vibrating clitoris, made the juices of her cunt come gushing out.
As his fingers gripped her swollen asscheeks, his forefinger slid into the wet crack between them. It touched the little wrinkle of her asshole, reminding him how wonderful it felt to have her tongue touch him there earlier. His face was too deeply buried in her pussy to even consider lapping at her asshole, but he had that finger strongly pressed into the puckered opening.
The woman bucked and bounced as his tongue wiped the inner depth of her creaming pussy again and again. The inner chamber seemed to bear down on his tongue in an attempt to squeeze it.
She was coming, and Scotty realized she was coming like no other woman he had ever seen. Heavy gobs of splashing oil hit his face again and again as if in rhythm to his fucking tongue, and it was all he needed to build the surging cum in his own balls to an ultimate boil.
The flaming white sauce was already surging from his balls into his cock and then it shot straight down into her mouth. It coated her throat, almost catching her unprepared because she was so caught up in the overpowering sensations of her own orgasms. But the moment the taste of his sperm was felt in her throat, she began swallowing as if it were some precious wine.
One orgasm followed another in Clare's body, even as she drank the juicy contents of Scotty's small cock. And then the big one came. It was so good, her lips compressed around his spurting prick tightly, almost cutting off the flow of heavy sperm. His never-ceasing tongue drove her into a wild, ecstatic frenzy. Her thighs locked around his head again, ringing it so tightly that his breath was cut off. But Scotty didn't care. If he had to die, this was the way to go.
Realizing she'd drained the boy of all his sperm, Clare released his cock and realized she'd been holding her breath all the time she'd been drinking. She sighed as her thighs opened, releasing the young boy's face.
Chapter Eight
Fern felt alone. It was Monday, which meant all the men in the trailer camp had gone to work. And even if her mother hadn't sacrificed her own body to the little asshole, Fern wouldn't have considered him. She wanted grown men with thick, hard cocks, and not boys with tiny peckers.
Still, she was jealous of her mother. Having seen what the older woman was capable of doing, Fern had no doubt Clare would be able to enjoy herself with Scotty. At one point she even peered through the louvered windows of her trailer, into her mother's bedroom, and saw the two going at it hot and heavy.
Yes, her mother was the kind of woman who could have fucked a statue to life. And Clare had mentioned something about Fern being just like her. That meant Fern would eventually be as good as her mother. At least she hoped so.
The trailer camp was dull. Fern needed to get away for a short while. She left the camp and went walking along the main road of Suretyville. Cars zipped busily back and forth, and, as she walked, she came to a Burger Queen where she decided to have brunch. She needed to do something to take her mind off the incessant itch between her thighs. Hell! It had been one thing when she'd masturbated in the privacy of her bedroom.
Sometimes she'd go for days without touching her cunt while other days she'd bring herself to two or three peaks a day. But since discovering the thrill of being fucked by a cock, Fern discovered she needed a prick every twenty-four hours!
And a single orgasm would never be satisfactory. Once she surrounded a man's cock with her sucking cunt, she needed at least three climaxes. In fact, she needed more every day. She'd had three, yesterday. Today she would need more. Perhaps she, like her mother, could learn to achieve multiple orgasms. That would be something; to have more than one climax each time.
Fern ordered, then sat by herself in a booth off to the side. A gang of boys passed by outside while she was eating and made obscene gestures. She ignored them. Her pussy was too valuable to waste on jerks like them. Besides, she wanted to enjoy herself, and she realized even she had a limit.
"Hi," a voice said, and Pern looked up to see another girl standing nearby. She had dark-blonde hair, just like Fern, but she was at least a year older, maybe two. Her body was riper than Fern's. Her tits stood out and were heavier, and from the way they jiggled under the girl's shirt it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She had a slender waist but a very big ass, which meant it would one day really spread. But for now it was just a temptingly big ass.
"Join me," Fern said, seeing the other girl had a burger.
"I'm Jo," the other girl said, "Jo Barker." "I'm Fern White."
"I know. You moved in Saturday. My father's Andy Barker. We live in the trailer right across from you."
"Boy, it's really dull around here. What d'you do for fun?"
"Y'have to get yourself a boy friend," Jo confided. "I mean, otherwise there's nothing to do, especially now, in the summer, since school let out."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I haven't seen a decent guy since moving in. All I see is that big-headed freak who keeps hanging around the trailer camp."
"Scotty? He's a peeping Tom, but otherwise no one takes him seriously," Jo said.
They oughtta, Fern thought, picturing the boy fucking into her mother. At first she had berated herself for allowing her mother to make such a sacrifice for her. But like all spoiled children, Fern soon rationalized that her mother was enjoying it as much with Scotty as she had with her husband. So Fern convinced herself she had nothing to feel sorry for. Even so, she would one day revenge herself on the little creep for taking those pictures.
Fern said, "It's not mat I'm a prissy virgin, or anything like that. But if I'm going to let a prick inside me, it has to be one that can really fill me up."
"Eddie, my boy friend, is built like a stud horse," Jo confided.
"But does he know how to use it?" Fern asked. "It's one thing to have a big prick. It's something else again to know what to do with it."
"Eddie knows," Jo said, smiling, "but Eddie belongs to me. Tell you who else knows, though. My oldest brother Andy. Well, no, I shouldn't say he knows, because I think Andy's still virgin. But he reads more about it than anyone I know, and he's been dying to fuck a girl."
"No thanks," Fern replied, thinking how her mother would just love fucking somebody as youthful as Andrew Barker, Jr. After all, if she'd been willing to fuck a creep like Scotty, Andy could prove even more interesting.
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Oddly enough, Clare, who had finally finished with Scotty, had met Jo's brother Andy along with Catherine Barker. Cat Barker was about to go shopping, and spying Clare coming out of her own trailer, she had gone over and introduced herself. Though she usually drove, Andy, who was lounging around the trailer, had asked for the car so he could cruise around and find something to keep himself busy. Cat, knowing she'd have a lot of packages, had refused to give him the car.
Clare stared at the eighteen-year-old Barker boy. Like his mother and sister, Andrew was a strong, good-looking boy, and from the bulge Clare saw at his crotch, she guessed he was heavily built.
The ice had been broken with the introduction of Scotty Andrews' cock into her steaming cunt. Now Clare suddenly realized she'd been controlling an overwhelming desire to be constantly fucked. Having been fucked by Scotty at a time she hadn't expected, her fuse had been lit, and she was now prime for more youthful cock.
Scotty had done a fairly good job considering his inexperience, but his skinny cock just hadn't been enough. Clare had been able to enjoy a total orgasm with him, in addition to the other climaxes she'd had, but instead of calming her down, the youthful cock had whetted her sexual appetite for more.
In youthful Andrew Barker, Clare saw the fulfillment of her wish. Her husband wouldn't be home until after six. It was just about eleven-thirty now. In between fucking she could straighten up the trailer. But youthful cock first, so she declined Cat Barker's invitation.
And as for Andrew Barker, he began burning at the sight of blonde, beautiful Clare, though it never occurred to him he might have the opportunity to fuck her.
When Cat Barker finally drove off, Clare asked Andrew to help her with some boxes in her trailer. He followed her inside, breathing heavily.
God! What a body. It was every bit as good as his mother's. Andrew had always admired his mother's body. Deep down inside, he had a yen to bury his cock in her, but he knew his father would kill him if he ever so much as learned of his son's passion. Besides, Andrew had been taught it was a sin to think of fucking his mother.
But Clare was a mother substitute he could feel safe in wanting physically. Like his mother, she was beautiful, though in a different way. She had a lovely figure, a tantalizing smile, and each time he saw her he wanted to fuck her more, though he would never have had the nerve to speak up. At least he wouldn't have, before. But now he was sweating freely.
No, he thought. No, I can't.
Clare was able to read the struggle going on behind his eyes and had to laugh. If she could keep him with her a little longer, he'd surrender to his emotions. She didn't know what she'd done to so thoroughly arouse him, but he was aroused.
She let a hand touch his hair, idly curling some of it around a forefinger, and once again said, "What is it you like most in school, Andrew?"
"Hygiene," he replied, shuddering, staring at her see-through blouse.
"Then you know all about the human body," she mused.
"Yes," he gulped.
"I'm a firm believer in hygiene," she told him. "I think a person should keep their body as clean as possible. Don't you agree?"
"Definitely," he nodded, sweating even more heavily.
And then, his hands reached out. His palms surrounded Clare's tits, feeling her nipples dig sharply into their centers. Then, as if her tits were hot-wired, he attempted to pull his hands away. But Clare's hands were on his, holding them there, and he could feel her swelling nipples bum his palms.
"Jesus..." was all he could say, his voice catching in his throat, as he sat in one of the kitchen chairs.
"Hush," she murmured, sitting in his lap, pressing his hands more tightly against her rounded tits.
She reached down to his zipper and pulled it down, and Andrew, knowing what she was doing, could not resist her.
"Do you play with yourself?" she asked, kissing his ear lightly, setting off sparklers in his brain.
"Sometimes," he breathed, feeling her hand trying to get into his pants to grab his hard, hot cock.
"You should be with girls," Clare told him, breathing heavily into his ear as she bit the lobe.
"I'm . . . afraid to ask girls," he admitted.
Standing, Clare reached down, put her hand into his fly, and yanked out his prick.
"My goodness," she said, staring at his cock. "I should think any woman in the world would be proud to feel a prick like that inside her."
"I don't want just any woman," Andrew admitted.
"You're particular?" Clare smiled. "That's good. Have you any particular woman in mind?"
"Yes," he admitted, sitting there and sighing as she lightly stroked his prick. "Oh yes."
"Who, Andrew?"
"You, Mrs. White. I've always wanted a special woman, like you."
"What did you want to do with me, Andrew?"
"Well gosh, you know, I wanted to . . . make love to you."
"You're handsome, Andrew. But be specific. The real words are highly arousing."
"What d'you mean?"
"I mean you want to fuck me, Andrew. Just as I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me, and I want to play with your prick and even suck on this wonderful cock of yours."
She made him stand and led him to her bedroom. Then, with his pants still on, she made him lie down on the bed and she lay beside him. He stared at her, incredulous at the idea she might want him. No other girl had ever cared about him. And to think Clare, of all women, was interested.
She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, grasping his hard prick with tight, curling fingers, holding it so firmly she could sense every pulsing beat inside.
"Oh wow!" Andrew muttered, feeling her fingers clutch his hot, strong meat.
The sensation was new and fantastic. Her tight grip made his hard cock swell even more, and he could feel it throb in the tight confines of her fist. Clare saw his eyes shut as her kiss lingered on his lips. And finally he made a move of his own, putting an arm around her and holding her warm body close to his as she continued her kiss.
Clare was still trying to recover from the discovery of how large Andrew's cock was. It was one of the largest ones she had ever seen, much less touched, and she hadn't expected a boy ... a young man, to be so well-hung. It took all her will power not to crush the hard meat.
She finished her kiss and lifted her head to stare at him. His expression thrilled her. A mask of desire covered his face.
"Like it?" she asked, her own voice kept low to hide the excitement she felt.
"Oh, Jesus!" was all he could whisper.
The monstrous cock stood like a tower over her clutched hand as her fingers tightened to feel the heat emanating from it. She tried to force down his pants so she could rub her fist against the base, but the material was continually rubbing her hand and irritating it. Even so, she continued applying pressure, watching Andrew's hip-pumping.
Whatever she did, it was too late to back away from what she had started. But they had to remove the rest of their clothing if the two of them were to be properly satisfied.
"I want to see your balls," she whispered.
He blushed a little, then nodded, while staring at the ceiling.
"Sure," he told her. "If it'll make you happy."
He was still wondering if this was all real. He simply could not believe he was in bed with this beautiful woman.
Clare tried to give the impression of being casual, but she was already in heat, and it was getting to her. She turned his body so it faced hers, then purposely forced herself to remain calm while unhooking his pants. Finally she succeeded in undoing the pants, and along with his shorts, she tugged them off.
"Fabulous," she muttered, leaning forward and almost breathing on his ponderous cock as she stared at his huge balls.
Both hands reached out and gripped the upthrust cock, clutching it tightly. The flesh had a satin quality, reminding her of the softness of her own flesh.
"Oh gosh!" Andrew shuddered, his loins leaning forward as she tightly clutched his fiery prick.
She stared at the pinkish-purple head, and she was mildly jolted when she felt him reach up and touch her shoulders. He tightened his muscles, causing the mushroom-shaped head to swell and stretch even more. Clare simply stared at his prick, fascinated by its length and thickness. He was humping his body forward and back, thrusting his prick through her tight fist again and again.
Clare had been quite content to simply clutch the massive cock. But now she saw how eager he was to put it somewhere. She squeezed harder, hoping to impart that much more pleasure to Andrew.
Andrew raced his cock through her fist swiftly now. He was enjoying her touch a thousand times more than all those other times when he'd pulled on his prick. His balls continually slammed against the bottom of her fist, heightening the sensation for him.
Clare felt short of breath. Her clothing suddenly seemed too confining. Her tits were burning, and now a flame was being stoked in her groin. It was a familiar flame by now, always starting to burn whenever she felt the need for a cock. And right now she had a fantastic need.
Clare sat up and switched hands. The gigantic prick sprang straight up when she let it go for an instant, the purplish head still straining. What a magnificent prick!
Clare let her fingers rub the base, her fingernails running through the hair growing down there. Finally her gaze dropped to his large balls, encased in their leather-like sac of wrinkled, hairy skin.
Clare took a deep breath, cupping her hand under his balls, feeling pure delight in the weight of his balls, hefting them in her palm. She slowly closed her hand, lightly squeezing the heavy gonads, and Andrew moaned, feeling an ecstasy he'd never known existed.
"You're a handsome man, Andrew," Clare said. "You're as handsome in your own way as your mother is beautiful."
Her grip tightened some more on his weighty balls, and his solid, upstanding cock waggled from side to side. Wet, slick lubricant came streaming and bubbling out, covering the cockhead, making it shine.
Andrew spread his thighs apart, making more room for her hands. The pressure of her fingers on his balls was driving him out of his mind. He shuddered.
"You have a marvelous prick," she murmured. Her tits were shaking up and down with her excited passion.
"Are you enjoying this?" she asked.
Andrew merely nodded, unable to speak. He knew he would stutter, and this was not a time for stuttering.
His hands were caressing her shoulders, and, if they could have reached lower, they would have filled themselves with her tits. She had slid down, and was now staring intently at his big cock. He knew damn well he was on the verge of an orgasm. All she had to do was touch the tip of his sensitive cock, or touch the underside, and he'd be shooting up a white rainstorm. As it was, her staring at his prick was almost too much. He was very close to shooting.
She had been staring at his prick and hadn't seen him nod, so once again she said, "Are you enjoying this?"
Clare didn't know why, but she had to totally satisfy him. In pleasing him, she felt she would be pleasing herself, and to please herself was her only reason for all this. Yes, she had a powerful want for him.
"Your breasts," he murmured quietly.
His thighs were as widespread as possible.
"What about my breasts?" she asked.
Her eyes remained locked on the long, thick, hard shaft standing up from his crotch. He could feel her hot breath on it.
"Let me feel your breasts. Take off your clothes . . . please?"
Clare rose from the bed for an instant, releasing his balls. The easing of the pressure let his sperm, almost ready to shoot through the fat, hard tube of flesh, settle down again.
Clare quickly removed her garments, revealing her lush body. And the sight of it made Andrew hungry for her.
She returned to the bed, and she felt as aroused as he, almost as if she were the virgin and he the seducer. Her hand was already cupping his heavy balls again, lightly rubbing the two heavy eggs inside while his hands gripped her tits holding tightly to them. His thumbs were rubbing the nipples and he was breathing furiously, his wide eyes staring at the tits he held.
Soon his hips were pumping in cadence with the way his hands were rubbing her breasts. And he was having his effect on her, because she was gasping along with him. Their mutual excitement grew. All his life, or so it seemed, he had dreamed about playing with such full, heavy, wonderful tits, and touching them made his balls tingle and become that much heavier in her hands.
And to Clare, the straining, heavy prick was a hypnotic pendulum, moving from side to side, causing her to fall under its spell. This was ridiculous. She had seen other cocks. True, this was the finest one she had ever beheld, yet having looked at the others, feeling and tasting of them, Clare should have been used to staring at pricks and cocks.
Once only, when he pulled a bit too hard on her nipples, did she look at his hands, inexpertly doing their best to bring her happiness. But inevitably her gaze returned to the head of his swollen prick, now slickly glistening as if it had been varnished.
Gazing at the swollen knob, she watched the way the spongy head seemed to continually swell, and she knew he was only moments away from an ultimate attainment. Once more, that fiery need to make him totally satisfied burned in her. Yes, his huge, fat, throbbing cock was in need of a good sucking.
She let him get a better grip on her nipples, even though it meant bending her body to the side.
His pulsing prick was throbbing.
She inhaled, strongly. His thumbs had her nipples aching. They were swollen. God! She was on fire. Her right hand slipped under his body, probing for his asscrack, while her left hand firmly held the root of his magnificent cock. Her fingers closed tightly around his prick, listening to him sigh as her tight lips ringed the thick, smooth, slickly-coated head.
The sensation of the burning, wet tube of cockflesh easing into her mouth made her soaking cuntlips friction against one another.
It was not the first time in her life she'd had any kind of orgasm simply because of what she was doing to a man. True, his manipulating fingers on her rubbery nipples helped, but the main reason for her orgasm was the thrill of tasting his large, thick, juicy cock. It stretched her mouth, and she opened it wide, careful to avoid touching the sensitive cap with her teeth. It was delicious.
There was an instant when Andrew thought he would actually die. He'd jerked off plenty of times, and he knew how good it felt to come, but this sensation of his prick being surrounded by a warm, wet mouth, feeling those tight, expanded lips slowly sliding down his cock until the tip of his sensitive prick touched the soft back of her throat, was something totally beyond the scope of anything he'd expected. And her other hand, underneath him and pressing against his ass, made it impossible for him to withdraw . . . not that he had any such intention.
"Jesus," he sobbed again, a sad, almost plaintive weeping as he lay there, thrilling to the feelings she was building inside him.
Never before had his fat prick felt so fantastically good. He was aflame with a pleasure completely unfamiliar to him. He tightened his hold on her wonderful tits, squeezing both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Clare had learned to adore cocksucking, but never before had it been this good. The taste of his prickflesh, filling her entire mouth, was a joy she'd never truly expected. She wanted so much to sink her teeth into it and chew on it, but she knew full well she might hurt him.
Eventually his hands had to release her nipples, allowing her to move her body closer to his vibrating prick, and she was able to swallow another inch of it. This left a good two inches, but there was no way Clare could take them in. Very few women were as truly proficient in the art of cock-swallowing as Fern, and Clare was not one of them. She could suck a prick with the best of them, but it could go no deeper than the back of her mouth. She was not a woman capable of pulling a cockhead into her" throat. And Andrew's cockhead was thicker than that of most men.
Her left fist closed tightly around the bottom two inches, and she gripped the prick tightly, letting her finger tease the wrinkliness of his balls. Her other hand was too busy holding his ass in place, keeping him from tugging his throbbing cock too far out.
Tightly surrounding the fleshy shank, her lips slid up to the ridge, then down as far as she could go. His prick pounded and pulsated as if it were a separate living thing, adding to her own pleasure.
His moaning and sighing served to heighten her satisfaction as her head eagerly bobbed up and down, up and down. Her tongue lustily licked the underside, and now she could feel the prick swelling until it was even larger. It was trying to stretch itself into her throat, and suddenly he erupted, releasing a quantity of heavy cum that almost drowned her.
The taste was richer than that of her husband's. Heavy spurts trailed one another in rapid succession into her hungry belly, and Clare felt another minor orgasm well up between her thighs.
Her fist gripped his squirting cock tightly, trying to apply pressure to all the blood vessels, hoping against hope she could keep the cock solid enough to bury between her aching thighs. This was the kind of marvelous cock about which she'd always daydreamed, even after marriage. Not that Tom was small. He had seven and a half good, thick inches. But what she was sucking on now was just under nine inches, and it was twice as thick as Tom's.
Unfortunately Andrew's stamina didn't match his length and breadth. Not that he didn't want to continue coming and fucking, but he was incapable. For the first time he realized his desire had in no way been diminished, but his cock capability had been temporarily reduced to zero.
Tears began pouring out of his eyes, and by the time Clare looked and saw them, she knew why. His meaty prick was now a shriveled-up worm. What few drops still seeping out were sucked up by Clare, but no matter what her mouth did, she couldn't raise another erection.
She knew she would only increase Andrew's feeling of inferiority by trying to force him to do anything else at that point. On another day she would enjoy feeling that huge prick stop up her cunt, so reassuring Andrew as to his abilities, she helped him dress, then sent him away, feeling uncommonly frustrated.
Chapter Nine
"There are other ways of having fun," Jo was saying to Fern as they walked back to the trailer camp. "Hell, we don't even need the boys."
"Are you a dyke?" Fern asked as they approached Jo's trailer.
"Heck, no. It's just that I enjoy kissing a pussy as much as sucking a cock. Not that I make a habit of it, but every now and again I do it. I mean, if the boys like it, there must be a reason why. Wanting to find out, I tried it myself once, licking the cunt of a girl friend. She's since gone away to summer camp. But let me tell you, Fern, it wasn't bad at all. All I'm saying is, try it once. If you don't like it, you don't have to do it again."
"Well..."
"Look," Jo assured her. "To prove I like lapping cunt as much as being lapped, I'll go down on you first, if you promise to do me afterward."
Both girls made a quick circuit through the trailer camp but saw no sign of Scotty. Content he wouldn't be spying on them, they headed for the Barker trailer.
Once inside, they headed for Jo's private bedroom at the rear of the trailer. They drew the curtains tightly, making sure no one could spy on them through the windows, then Jo turned to Fern and said, "You just sit on the bed and relax. Let me do the work for now."
Fern sat on Jo's bed, and allowed her body to relax as Jo's hands began touching her. The older girl sat next to her and began rubbing her breasts through the cloth of her shirt. Fern mentally shrugged. It felt nice. Sure. It would have felt just as good had she rubbed her own tits.
Seeing she wasn't really reaching the girl, Jo turned Fern toward her and leaned forward, pressing her own hard, fully developed tits against those of the younger girl. Fern closed her eyes and realized new sensations were starting to grow inside her. She could feel her nipples hardening and growing, becoming more sensitive every second. Too, she could feel Jo's nipples, larger than hers, also growing as they massaged hers.
When Fern's breath began to shudder, Jo stopped for a moment and pulled her T-shirt over her head, exposing her full, firm breasts. They were larger than Fern's, all right, with huge brown areolas and large brown nipples as thick as quarters.
"Hey, you have nice tits," Fern acknowledged, staring at the firm way the other girl's breasts stood up.
Jo sat and leaned her body against Fern's, letting her full, bouncy tits wiggle against Fern's. The feel of Fern's shirt irritated both girls, and soon Jo was pulling Fern's blouse off.
Jo leaned forward and pressed her lips to Fern's mouth. Fern was surprised at first, but then rationalized that lips were lips. What did it matter whether the lips kissing hers were masculine or feminine. Her mouth opened, and she felt the other girl's tongue slide in. She met it with her own, and to her surprise found Jo's tongue to be hotter than that of any man she'd ever kissed. Their lips clung to each other while their tongues lashed back and forth.
Fern felt Jo's hands sliding under her waistband, and the coolness against her warm flesh startled her. Jo's hand was rubbing her thighs through her dungarees, making her squirm.
"Mmmm" Fern responded. Their tongues quivered together, slithering and sliding from one mouth to the other.
Jo's tits were rubbing caressingly over Fern's younger, more solid breasts, and both were experiencing wild electricity from the contact. Added to the way they were kissing one another, both found themselves almost helpless.
Jo's hands began tugging Fern's hip-huggers down. The younger girl writhed and wriggled, helping her pull the pants and panties over her hips as she sucked on Jo's probing tongue. She had no idea a tongue could taste so good.
Jo's more experienced fingers had found their way to the soft blonde beaver between Fern's thighs. They wove their way through the mossy hair, moving lower until they found the wet slice separating the tender lips. They slid gently forward, the girl's middle finger separating Fern's pussy lips, entering her pussy.
"God!" Jo whispered as their mouths still clung to each other. "You have such a nice, tight pussy. It's even tighter than mine."
Little by little the middle finger slithered into the jelly like hole. When it was buried all the way, it began backing off. Just before the fingertip could be extracted, the finger slid right back in. It impulsively began moving in and out, and Fern felt her already-hot cunt get hotter. Her juices were beginning to flow thick and heavy, and her mind reeled at the way the other girl was arousing her.
Leaning back, Fern said, "You do that nicely." "I have a lot more nice things to do to you," Jo answered, her fingers still stroking in and out with more rapid movement. "Have you ever been cunt-fucked?"
"Huh?" Fern asked, her eyes opening wide.
"No, I guess you haven't," Jo continued. Her fingers still moved in and out of the sticky tunnel between Fern's white loins. "I'll teach you all about cunt-fucking and clit-rubbing. The whole thing'll be a lot of fun. You'll see."
"You must do a lot of this," Fern murmured, enjoying the pleasure of the moment.
"Only once in a while," Jo admitted. "I wouldn't do this with just anyone." Her fingers continued sliding in and out of the younger girl's tight twat. "You have a sweet, fresh, young body. Even now I can smell your cunt water, and everything about you is clean. I'd never do this with a girl who had a smelly hole. I'm very careful with mine, you know. I let a little water trickle in and out almost every day. And I always wash it with warm water. Just warm water. It keeps it smelling clean."
"Mmmm, I know what you mean," Fern nodded as she began moving her body in time to the way Jo was fingerfucking her.
Now Jo's fingers began to go a little deeper. There were two of them in Fern's cunt, and they were wide apart, not only touching the roof of her tender vagina, but rubbing her pussywalls as well. The older girl's palm was right up against Fern's hairy mount, also teasing her button-like clit.
Jo leaned down and kissed Fern again, and found the younger girl hot and eager to respond.
The satisfaction in Fern's pussy was becoming greater and greater. She was bucking her juicy mount strongly against the other girl's plunging fingers. Her thighs were as wide apart as possible, inviting Jo to plunge her fingers deeper into her. Her tight little ass rotated wildly as she bounced up and down.
"Like it?" Jo asked, finally pulling her lips from Fern's.
"This is wild," Fern admitted, and felt Jo's body press against her face as the other girl got to her knees in order to loosen her own pants.
Fern felt a heavy tit press into her cheek. She turned her head and found the wide, thick, elongated nipple with her mouth and began sucking on it as powerfully as she had on any cock. She drew it all the way into her mouth, sucking in the heavy flesh of Jo's delicious tit. The nipple scraped her palate and moved to the back of her throat, and still she kept sucking tit into her mouth. Remembering how good it felt when the men had sucked on her nipples, Fern did her best to give Jo an arousing tit-suck.
Jo was pleased with the way Fern was responding. The girl's hot mouth on her sensitive tit was beginning to make her churn. It was obvious she was no immature virgin, yet her innocent appearance was deceiving. Jo writhed, pressing her breast deeper into Fern's mouth. Jo pressed Fern's head against her body while her fingers continued stroking in and out of the burning furnace between Fern's thighs.
"Jesus!" Jo whimpered. "What a sucking mouth you have. I'll bet you drive the guys crazy when you suck their cocks."
Fern merely mumbled an affirmative answer and continued voraciously sucking the other girl's tit into her hungry throat. Her teeth pressed gently into the soft, tanned flesh while her throat played with the nipple.
Jo tore her tit from the other girl's hungry lips, saying, "It's time for me to do a little tasting."
With her fingers buried up to their knuckles inside Fern's blistering pussy, Jo bent her head and began nibbling away at Fern's tits, savoring the sweet fruity taste of each pink, budding nipple. Her raw, dry throat began to fill with saliva as she drank the deliciousness of each nipple. Her stabbing tongue sent knives of pleasure stabbing into Fern's fresh, slender body.
"How's it feel?" Jo asked, lifting her mouth from the other girl's breast, seeing the happy look on her face.
"That's wonderful," Fern admitted. "I've never had a man suck my tits that way before."
"A man?" Jo asked, surprised and a little jealous. Her own experience had been limited to males between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two.
"Uh-huh," Fern gasped, humping her pussy back and forth against the vibrating fingers still moving in and out of her slavering cunt. "I've . . . uhhh .. . had two men, so far."
"Good, huh?" Jo asked, still drilling into Fern's cunt.
"They can both fuck up a wild storm, but when it comes to preliminaries, neither one is as good as you."
. "Yeah, well wait and see how much better things can get," Jo whispered, lowering her mouth to the other girl's tit again. This time she worked on the left tit. Then her free hand came up and cupped both tits at once, allowing Jo to suck on both nipples, causing Fern to gasp as she pulled her breath all the way in.
Jo began sucking and moving her fingers in and out of Fern's seething cunt in a wild rhythm, making the younger girl reach down until one of her hands was able to feel the berrylike nipple of the older girl. She pressed it between her thumb and fingers, pulling so hard she swore she might have hurt Jo. But Jo kept on sucking and finger-fucking, moaning with delight at what Fern was doing.
After a while, Jo pulled her hand from the other girl's soaking cunt. She used both hands to grip Fern under her thighs and she tugged, forcing the girl to lie flat on her back on the bed.
"You have a gorgeous pussy there," Jo complimented, staring at the other girl's pussy. Her fingers teased the ripe cuntlips apart, letting more, fresh syrup come oozing out from between them. The liquid was immediately pushed back into the cunt by Jo's moving hand.
Fern opened her eyes and peered at Jo's face. She could see the other girl licking her chops as she stared down at her pussy.
"I was gonna suck it," Jo murmured, "and then I was gonna let you lap me, but I think I'll clit-fuck you, instead."
"Do it," Fern urged. "Hurry and do it!"
The idea made Fern feel desirable expectation. Her ass arched upward as Jo spread her own body on top of hers.
The contact of Jo's dark blonde bush inter- twining with her own hairs caused Fern to whimper. Even with a man's cock buried to the hilt in her, her pussy had never been this close to the crotch of another human, before.
"Jeez, that feels terrific," Fern muttered, feeling the light tingle of Jo's expanding clitoris as it came into contact with hers.
Their mouths came together, each trying to open the other's lips. They kissed, licked and bit at one another until the aches in their jaws finally forced them to close their mouths as they continued rubbing violently against each other's pussies.
Both were sweating heavily, and both became slippery with perspiration. Fern's torso squirmed. The slick pairs of cuntlips rubbed, creating more and more friction. Their clits also rubbed harder, and the pressure became unbearable, yet neither girl could come.
Fern's thighs surrounded those of Jo's, and now she began to apply pressure as she rubbed strongly, hoping, praying her climax would finally come and sweep right over her. And Jo leaned into Fern, pressing her aching clit right up against the sensitive button of the other girl.
"Faster," Fern begged. "Fuck faster!"
Neither girl heard the door to the trailer open. Phil Andrews, home for lunch, had found himself without ketchup in his own trailer. Since he and Andy Barker were such good friends, the two were constantly going in and out of one another's trailers dining the day.
In need of Heinz's best, he walked into the Barker trailer. Seeing no one else around, he was about to open the refrigerator when he heard sounds coming from the back bedroom.
Heading in that direction, he opened the door and saw the two naked girls clutching one another, belly to belly, tit to tit, and cunt to cunt. The sight of the two cunts pressed together made his cock spring to full hardness with such rapidity that he almost tore his pants.
Shit! What a fucking sight. What a fantastic thing to watch! He could smell their pussies, making his head whirl.
Without thinking, he dropped his pants and underwear, letting them remain on the floor as he walked into Jo's room. Kneeling, he looked at the two pussies and watched the colorless fluid oozing from both, mingling and dripping onto the bed sheet. He could hear the slickness of their rubbing cuntlips as they squished together again and again.
Leaning forward, he stuck his tongue out, and starting at the bottom of Fern's cuntslit, he ran his tongue straight up until he touched their rubbing clits. Then he continued pushing it up until he had run it through Jo's steaming slot.
Both girls almost leaped out of bed the instant Andrews' wet tongue slurped through their pussies. His strong hands held them in place, Jo on top of Fern, and the fright of the two girls subsided into fantasy as they enjoyed the licking movement of his slick, wet tongue. They writhed as his tongue swiped through the furrows of their soaking channels.
He could distinguish the taste of the two different girls as his tongue licked through their cunts. The more he licked, the more they creamed.
Fern was going crazy. With Jo on top of her she couldn't see whose tongue was lapping at her pussy, nor did she care. The combined sensation of the licking tongue, and the pressure of Jo's clit rubbing against her own sent sparklers through her brain. The tongue moved over her cuntlips so insistently that she felt her first climax.
Fern's lithe, slender thighs wrapped themselves tightly around Jo's body, clutching the older girl tightly to her as Phil Andrews continued plunging his tongue in and out of their cunts. Jo's cunt had a stronger, muskier taste, while Fern's oils were slicker and sweeter.
It had been the first time in his life Andrews had been with two women at once, and he had no intention of wasting this opportunity. To hell with the ketchup, to hell with lunch. He would have a double box lunch today, eating as he was from the two leaking pussies.
He thrust his tongue between the two quivering snatches, letting his tongue tease Jo's swollen clit while tasting Fern's throbbing button. His arms were still around Jo, holding her tightly down, though Fern's thighs held the older girl just as securely. His striking tongue attacked the two peach-like splits again and again, stopping only to spit out an occasional blonde hair. It was almost impossible to see where Fern's fuzzy pussy ended and Jo's began.
At first Jo Barker had been annoyed. Now, as the tongue licked into her pussy, she was more than pleased. When his tongue didn't push between them and titillate her quivering clit, it was pressed tightly against Fern's clitoris.
For the first time in her life, Jo, like Fern, began experiencing a series of orgasms, popping one right after the other. She grunted as she thrust her body against Fern's, using her knees for leverage as she ground her clit back and forth, creating more friction. Fern was matching her orgasm for orgasm, coming wildly, thrilling to the licking mouth pressed against her steaming pussy.
Once more, Jo and Fern were kissing, sliding their bodies against one another as the probing tongue plundered each blazing pussy in turn. God! It was so fantastic. Neither girl had ever felt anything like it before in their lives.
Andrews could feel the two girls climaxing again and again, and it drove him crazy. He needed a climax too, but he had no intention of shooting his wad all over the floor or against the bed.
With the two girls still furiously kissing one another, Andrews withdrew his mouth from their cunts and rose. Andrews moved forward, pressing his belly against Jo's ass and guiding his cock. His aching meat fit into Fern's twitching box. She was so wet that Andrews' heavy piece of meat slid right in. Fern's mouth opened wide in astonishment, feeling the added weight of the man now on top of Jo, as well as his meaty cock sliding through her sizzling cunt.
Andrews found himself buried deeply in the tight, oily cunt of the younger girl. Though he was able to back off a few inches, the girl's seething cunt had him so tightly enclosed that it was impossible for his cockhead to pull out of the sucking grip maintained by her cuntlips. He slammed back into her simmering pussy with hard, long thrusts. His pelvis was rubbing against Jo's hairy split.
Fern unlocked her thighs from around Jo and held them straight in the air until her calves surrounded Andrews' body, as well. This pulled him down even harder, and both she and Jo grunted.
Jo freed her hands and reached back. She could feel the man's ass, and with one hand she squeezed a buttock hard while the other reached down until she could feel where his pelvis was touching her weeping pussy. Her hand stretched and snaked around until she could feel where the stem of his plundering cock was rubbing between her pussylips on its way into Fern's cunt. One finger managed to touch his balls, and the light pressure of her fingertip was enough to make Andrews fuck faster until Fern tore her mouth from Jo's, yelling, "My God! My God! I've had a hundred orgasms, but.. . wow!"
Suddenly the younger girl was bucking, despite the heavy weight on her. She heaved her body up again and again in wild convulsive churns, and had Jo not clamped her mouth on Fern's again, the younger girl would have been screaming.
Fern finally tore her mouth from Jo's sucking grasp and whimpered, "No more. I'm . . . all. .. fucked out."
Andrews, in one smooth motion, yanked his cock from the pussy it had ravished and sank the solid meat deeply into Jo's flaming box. Fern's legs fell to the bed, and she lay limply beneath the fucking couple above her.
The difference in the feel of Jo's cunt drove Andrews out of his skull. Not that it was either better or worse than Fern's. It was different, and having fucked another cunt so close to fucking this one, he felt the difference.
"Don't come in my cunt!" Jo gasped, without turning her head. "I don't take the pill!"
"Gotcha," Andrews hoarsely rumbled, thrusting his meat in and out of her hungry pussy. The slick juices coating his cock from Fern's pussy now combined with those in Jo's hole, making his fuck strokes much smoother.
Though the younger girl was totally inert, the two clits were still rubbing together, and so in almost no time Jo was also convulsing and squealing, writhing as she attained her climax of the day.
Andrews sensed the climax instantly, and though he continued fucking away while the girl finished her orgasm, he knew it would soon be his turn. He waited until Jo completed her cum, then he pulled his cock from her cunt and instantly aimed it for her upthrust asshole.
Jo moaned as he forced his solid cock forward, forcing her asshole to open. She had been ass-fucked before, but never by so thick a cock. She gasped when he moved forward again. At first it seemed like his prick might not fit into her ass. But Andrews was persistent, gripping her hips with both hands and pulling her toward him. He squirmed and writhed, rotating until the huge knob slowly began making penetration.
Jo sucked her breath in. Never before had her ass felt so thoroughly fucked. He was easing back, then lunging forward, easing back and attacking, each time fucking in a bit deeper, and each time making her think it was impossible to be filled. He continued this way until the entire fat length of his cock was solidly buried between the round cheeks of Jo's ass.
Repeatedly the thickness of his prick fucked through the tightness of her anal channel. Jo, now becoming used to it, was enjoying it. Her clit, still pressed into Fern's, was massaging the other's nubbin again, and both girls were beginning to feel faint stirrings of passion. Both girls began rising toward their orgasms again, but before either could come, the squeezing pressure of Jo's ass finally took its toll on Andrews' cock, and he was blasting his cum into Jo's behind. It made her speed up even more, and while Jo felt the hot sperm flood into her colon, the familiar sensation of orgasm completely overtook Fern and herself. The girls once again clutched each other as Andrews unloaded a barrel of semen into Jo's ass.
Andrews waited until his cock completely deflated before yanking it out. He noticed the two girls were too exhausted to bother turning around and looking to see who was fucking them. It was just as well. He didn't mind Fern knowing. After all, he'd already pumped her once before. But this was the first time he'd ever fucked the daughter of his best friend. Better that Jo shouldn't know about him being the one. She might hold it over his head later on.
Backing out of the room, he took his pants with him and put everything on in the kitchen of the trailer. He left the Barker trailer a moment before Andrew Barker left the White trailer. He noticed Andrew, but was so concerned about not being seen by the boy that he never stopped to wonder just what it was Andrew was doing there.
Only Scotty Andrews didn't do any wondering. He had seen his father return to his trailer from work, and when Phil Andrews had gone searching for the ketchup in the Barker trailer, Scotty was there with his" Polaroid. Though the curtains in the girl's room had been tightly drawn, Scotty had silently followed his father in through the front door. Phil Andrews had left the door to the girl's room open when he had sucked and fucked them, and Scotty had recorded it all on film. His father's back had been to the camera so he couldn't be recognized. But the profile of the two girls was plain.
Chapter Ten
Scotty wasn't as interested in Fern as he was in fucking Jo. Jo had a nice, ripe body, fully matured, and yet youthful enough to be strong and solid. He knew if Fern fucked around long enough, her body would also ripen, and then he could use the pictures to make her fuck too. But for now, it was Jo he wanted. He knew the girl wouldn't be anywhere near as good as Clare, yet her body was just as developed.
Like all the other girls in the trailer camp, Jo always laughed at Scotty. Now Scotty was going to get his revenge. And that revenge began the following day, early in the morning.
Jo's parents were gone; Andrew to work and Cat to the newest department store. Andy, Jo's brother, had gone to look for a job. Scotty had no idea where Fern was, nor did he care. But he knew Jo was still in the Barker trailer, probably sleeping late.
Without bothering to knock, Scotty entered the trailer and went to Jo's bedroom. The girl was asleep all right, wearing shorty pajamas. The pajama shirt was wide open, and Jo's full tits swelled nicely into view. Scotty's mouth was already watering.
Taking one of the photos he had snapped of Jo and Fern together, Scotty held it directly above Jo's face with one hand while waking her with the other. Even as her eyes fluttered open, he used his free hand to start rubbing the nipples of her full breasts.
Jo liked the way she was waking up. It wasn't every morning she had a chance to feel a hand massage her nipples while waking up.
'Hand?' she thought. Massaging my nipples? Her eyes opened wide, and suddenly a photograph came into focus. In it, she saw herself kissing Fern, smack on the mouth, with the latter's legs wrapped tightly around her body. Their bodies were angled slightly to one side, and a man's ass could be seen over them with his hard cock pointed toward their pressed-together cunts.
"Christ!" Jo muttered.
"Yeah, Christ!" Scotty leered, taking the photo away and letting her see his face. "And I got six more pictures like this one. You argue or give me a hard time, and those pictures find their way to your father. And you know what hell do."
Jo knew. Andrew Barker was not only built like Tom White, but had the same moral standard, as well. It was all right for him ... or his son ... to go fucking around, but let him catch his wife or daughter fucking, and he'd whomp the shit out of them.
"What d'you want, Bighead?" Jo asked angrily.
"I want your cunt!" Scotty snapped back. "I want it every way I can get it, for as long as I can get it, which means for a long, long time, because you're never gonna get these pictures back. I'm keepin' 'em to show my kids and grandchildren."
"You little bastard," Jo cursed.
"That's me," Scotty laughed, using a knee to pry Jo's thighs apart.
Joe got to her feet, angry but defeated. She knew damn well Scotty had her, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Now she understood why Fern was afraid of him. From someone to laugh at, he had become someone to fear.
He was standing up against her now. He had tucked the photo away in his pocket and his hands were covering each of her tits. Had she not felt so mortified, Jo would have felt like laughing at the way her tits spilled out around the sides of his hands.
"Feel it," he ordered, pressing his groin against her thighs. "It's my cock, that's what it is. And I'm gonna shove it into you!"
"I don't take the pill," Jo murmured.
"Then we'll just have t'hope nothin' happens," Scotty laughed, " 'cause I'm stickin' my cock in your cunt and shootin', Jo-baby. You give me a hard time, and Daddy'11 see those pictures by tonight."
"You're a real bastard, Scotty."
"And what've you and all the others been t'me all these years? Bighead, huh? Fine, honey. Before today's over, we'll see who calls who Bighead. You're the one who'll be given' head."
"No!" Jo snapped at him, knowing there was nothing she could do. "I won't let you do this to me.
"The hell you won't," Scotty laughed, and slowly peeled her pajama shirt down. He let it hang around her elbows, hampering her arm movement slightly. Then his hands returned to playing with her full, round tits, using his thumbs to rub the full, thick nipples, watching them stand out.
Despite the disgust she wanted to feel for Scotty, Jo felt herself beginning to warm up. She might have hated Scotty, the individual, but her physical self couldn't help but respond to Scotty, the male. He might be undersized, but he was still a male, and he knew what fucking was all about. Jo had figured the kid for a jerk-off artist, and had no idea how such a prick with an oversized head could be so forward in wanting to fuck. Already her cunt was responding to the way he was rubbing her tits. She could feel a thin dribble of cuntjuice seeping out from between her thighs.
Scotty bent his knees and let his mouth replace his hand on her left tit. He tasted her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, then pulled in the flesh from the rest of the tit. He sucked strongly.
"Come on, Scotty," Jo was whispering, letting a hand caress his oversized skull. "Come on, don't do this. You'll have a chance to fuck plenty of girls. You don't really want me. Heck, I'm not really pretty."
Removing his mouth from the nipple on which he had been sucking, Scotty murmured, "Who cares whether or not you're pretty, Jo. You have a terrific body, and your face is sure pretty enough to fuck. Now why don't you just shut up and enjoy what I'm doin', 'cause I'm gonna do it whether you want me to or not."
His mouth latched onto her nipple again, sucking it deep into his throat as his hands hooked into her pajama bottoms and forced them down.
Jo not only didn't resist, but when her bottoms slid below her knees, she helped by kicking them off. While Scotty's mouth remained locked on her left tit, his left hand continued playing with her right tit and his right hand began moving lower. It scuttled across Jo's firm, fleshy belly, teasing her navel for a second before continuing lower.
Had his mouth not been so preoccupied in sucking her tit, he would have smiled as he felt her thighs part at the approach of his hand. The bitch was in heat. She wanted him to fuck her, goddammit, and fuck her he would. He'd fuck her good and proper! Hell, the fun he'd had with Fern's mother the day before was just a warm-up compared to what he would do with this cunt. Shit, he'd bring her to her fucking knees.
His hand slid through the forest of dark-blonde hair. Even though Jo was seventeen the bush growing on her mount was heavy and thick. His fingers ran through the yellow curls until he felt the top of her split.
Scotty let his fingers move between her cuntlips very slowly, enjoying the now-familiar feel of her moist pussy flesh. He rubbed the opening with his fingers again and again, feeling the juice come oozing out. Some of it coated his moving fingers while the rest made her hair and outer cuntlips nice and wet.
Scotty sucked on Jo's nipple one more time, then purposely bit it, hard, before releasing it. He looked up into the blonde girl's eyes, and said, "Who're you kiddin', Jo? You wanna get fucked. I can feel it."
"For a thirteen-year-old prick you sure seem to know a lot," Jo snapped.
"I've fucked better cunts than yours," he said, recalling how he had fucked Clare White's cunt. Hell, he'd get that cunt again when she got back from work.
Now he let a finger slide carefully into Jo's simmering pussy. He could feel her cunt close tightly around it. Shit! Jo might not be as sexy as Clare White, but her younger cunt sure felt tighter.
He moved it back and forth until he felt her pussy had opened a little, then he managed to slip another finger inside. Jo stood there, breathing heavily, not knowing what else to do as both his fingers squished back and forth a number of times.
He took his left hand from Jo's tit and undid his belt. Then he ordered her to unbutton his pants. Though he knew the girl was ready to be fucked, he was still aware of her reluctance to be fucked by him. When his pants fell, he stepped out of them, kicking them, along with his under shorts, off to the side.
"Grab my cock," he ordered, and when she was slow to respond, he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and proceeded to squeeze hard.
"All right, all right!" she snapped, a painful expression on her face.
Her hand reached down and coiled around his shuddering cock. ' Oh shit! Scotty thought. That felt good. It always felt good to have a female hand grab his cock. And the way she gripped it showed she'd had more than one other cock before him. Her hand was already pulling it back and forth.
"Don't make me shoot!" Scotty warned. "If y'do, I'll make y'lick it up off the floor."
Jo began quivering with lust now. The feel of the swollen cock in her hand seemed to arouse pure animal instincts in her. Scotty's cock was no longer the piddling four-incher it had been at the start of the previous day. Having been buried in a cunt seemed to have affected it. It had swelled until it was nearly five inches long, and it was much thicker than previously. Jo was surprised that Scotty sported something so big.
"Stop jerking," Scotty muttered, starting to feel the gism boil in his balls. "I'm gonna fuck you standing up! You just lean your back against the wall, part those legs, and I'm gonna stick my cock right up into your cunt."
"You knock me up and I'll kill you," Jo warned.
"As long as y'douche inside of two hours y'don't got anythin' t'worry about," Scotty told her. With his knees he forced her legs wide apart. His cock began slapping her belly. Jo felt it and shuddered, but it wasn't a fearful shudder. For all her dislike of Scotty Andrews, she wanted his cock sunk deep inside her quivering cunt. She wanted it buried to the hilt. Her hand reached down and cupped his balls, and she trembled even more. For all his nastiness, Scotty was a male, and he had all the masculine equipment. She could feel that long, strong cock with the round knob on the end trying to fuck its way into her. With her shoulders pressed into the wall and her hips thrust forward, Jo wriggled, trying to make the hard cock push its way into her.
"Thataway," Scotty complimented, feeling his prick now rubbing between the soft lips to her sweet cunt.
"Come on!" Jo snapped, impatient to feel his cock engulfed by her pussy.
"Well, I'll be a sonofabitch," Scotty smiled. "You really want it, don't you. You really wanna feel my cock inside you!"
"Fuck me, you little bastard!" Jo growled.
He bent his knees slightly, getting his cock into position, then stood up as she came squatting down. His prick ran right up into her cunt, feeling the resistance her cuntwalls put up to slow its entrance. But Scotty's vibrant cock would not be stayed. It rose to its full length inside her slurping pussy. He could hear the sodden sounds as it slushed in. He was in up to the balls, and he could feel her oils seeping out around his cock and leaking onto his testicles.
Christ, but it felt good to Jo. She might not have given two hoots in hell for Scotty, but feeling his cock inside her made her feel good. True, it wasn't as good as the cock she'd had in her pussy the previous day when Scotty had been snapping his pictures, but it was still a good cock.
"C . . . c .. . come . . . on," she begged, bouncing on his stiff prick, afraid to bounce too high. "F ... fuck!"
Her fingers gripped his shoulders and began digging into them. She was jumping up and down with his prick pumping in and out of her pussy.
Jo wept with the pleasure she was feeling, sighing and shuddering with sensuous rapture. Her shoulders slammed back against the wall again and again, jolting her and shaking her up. Her body vibrated with wild thrills as the full length of his prick rubbed against the sensitive walls of her pussy.
"Come on, Bighead!" she wailed, jumping faster and feeling his cock slice through her pussy so delightfully.
"Goddamn bitch!" Scotty cursed, gripping her asscheeks tightly and squeezing with his fingers. "You really like being fucked, don't you?"
"You better believe it, Bighead," she told him, shuddering as his cock vibrated through her pussy. He drove it into her again and again, and the moan she let out told him he was touching her nerve-endings, building the intense desire in her body to an even higher pitch.
His shuddering cock was pile driving into her with powerful strokes, building wave after wave of erotic sensation in her body. Jo's ankles hooked themselves behind Scotty's, and the shorter boy was barely able to keep his balance as he shoved his prick up into her pussy. He used his knees to pry her thighs even wider apart and slammed his hard cock through the slippery lips of her rubbing cunt.
The girl squirmed and writhed as she bounced on his driving prick. Each plunge of his meaty little cock into her pussy created slurping noises of burning lust. Floods of pussy juice seeped out from around his cock, coating the insides of her thighs. It also coated his balls, tickling him and arousing him all the more, making him drive his five-incher into her cunt with greater force.
Jo was no longer aware of Scotty. All she knew was that a cock was moving back and forth in the depths of her aching cunt, imparting wonderful feelings of happiness and joy, flooding her inner self with delightful thrills.
Scotty loved the feel of her sucking cunt, but it bothered him to see her enjoying herself so much. Part of the thrill for him was to have been watching her face as he raped unhappiness at her cunt. His fingers gripped her asscheeks tightly as he violently rammed into her, shoving her head and shoulders against the wall again and again. But all Jo did was sigh with excited happiness.
The sensations proved too much for Scotty, and suddenly he found himself spewing forth heavy gouts of gooey semen, spraying the heavy white cream deep into Jo's shuddering snatch.
And Jo felt the powerful blast of heavy sperm flood her cunt as it splashed against the opening to her womb. The combination of liquid heat and thrusting cock was what Jo needed to get her rocks off, and soon she was squeezing his shrinking prick for all it was worth as she began coming again and again.
The cock shriveled until Jo could no longer be supported by it. It slipped out of her pussy, and she fell to the floor.
They remained that way for the next ten minutes; she on the floor, gasping and drawing fresh breaths into her lungs, while Scotty leaned against the wall, propping himself up as she recovered from his own orgasmic experience. His eyes remained riveted on her full, ripe, lush body, and he was determined he would fuck her face, just as he'd promised earlier, and in the process fuck her tits, as well.
"Get on the bed," Scotty finally ordered.
"Come on," Jo whimpered. "I gave you what you want. Leave me alone."
"No chance, Jo. I'm gonna fuck you on and off all day."
"Fern is coming over soon. She'll see you."
"So we'll fuck until she gets here. Now get up on the bed."
Jo laughed at him, which angered Scotty. He walked over to her, leaned down, grabbed her by the hair, and started yanking. He yanked hard, and Jo began whining as he tugged her to her knees, finally throwing her onto the bed.
"See," Scotty told her, showing her his revived cock. "It's hard again and raring to go."
"Oh Christ!" Jo muttered, parting her thighs, expecting him to fuck her cunt again.
But he surprised her by straddling her tits with his thighs and rubbing his cock between them, saying, "Push them together tightly around my prick, baby. Oooh, Jeez, that feels good! You have a nice pair of tits there. Good to suck on, good to fuck between."
He shoved the sticky meat of his hard prick, covered with drying sperm and cuntjuice, into the valley between the mountains of the tits she now pressed together. Jo knew if he kept up like this, he'd soon shoot a wad of cum against her chin and lower face. The fiery prick moved rapidly through her cleavage, and Scotty smiled down at her as he fucked back and forth, feeling the pressing softness of the girl's heavy young breasts. She had turned her nipples in, and he could feel the thick rubbery spikes pressing against his cock. It felt good, very good. The girl knew how to be french-fucked, too. Scotty'd had no idea Jo was so accomplished in the fucking arts.
Jo, meanwhile, stared at the moving prick, seeing how the head approached her face, then withdrew, retreating through her pressed-together breasts.
She could accept being blackmailed into doing what she was now doing, but she found it more difficult to accept the fact that in spite of her natural dislike of Scotty, she was enjoying the feel of his moving cock. Now she could understand how women turned to prostitution. A cock was a cock, no matter who was on the other end. Just as long as it stayed stiff.
Then Jo realized she could feel his balls pressing against her breasts, too. He was sliding up on her, a little at a time. It wasn't hard to guess what he wanted. He had told her earlier he'd wanted her to give him head. Now she knew he damn well meant it.
Her nose quivered as she smelled the strong scent coming from the hard meat. Each time he thrust forward, it was coming closer to her face, and the odor was becoming more pronounced. It was the combined smell of her pussy and his semen.
Jo had sucked cock before. This wouldn't be the first time. But she had done it for two reasons: first, she liked the boy whose cock she sucked, and wanted him to enjoy her to the utmost. Second, because she liked the boy, she liked the taste of his cock.
But Scotty was a different story. She disliked him, and though he had given her pleasure when he'd fucked her earlier, she knew she wasn't going to get any kind of thrill from eating his meat.
"C'mon, Jo," Scotty muttered, almost impatiently. "You know damn well you're gonna do anything I want, and what I want right now is for you t'blow me."
"No!" Jo snapped through clenched teeth.
The head of his prick was already rubbing her lips, and she could feel his balls pressed against her throat. She might have to fuck for the little bastard, but she just didn't want to suck him off. So she clamped her mouth tightly shut.
Scotty smiled, saying, "You're gonna do it, Jo. Let's get it over with." And he began rubbing his cock from side to side against her lips, smearing his secretions all over them. The hard yielding of his cockhead made Jo think of all the other cocks she had sucked, and for the second time that day Jo realized a prick was a prick, no matter who was attached to the other end. Even so, she didn't want to give Scotty the satisfaction of knowing he'd conquered her. She tried turning her head, first one way and then the other. All she succeeded in doing was having more of his prick cream all over her cheeks.
The pressure of the spongy knob began eating away at her stubbornness. Already her saliva was filling up her mouth. Damn it all, in spite of it being Scotty, she wanted to suck cock. Pulses in her throat began pounding heavily, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she yielded.
His continued pushing finally separated her lips, and he rubbed his leaking cocktip against her teeth. For an instant Jo considered biting it, then remembered the photos Scotty had. She knew if she hurt the little bastard, Scotty would have no compunction about sending those photos to her dad.
Slowly, reluctantly, her teeth parted, and she allowed the drooling prick to push its way inside. Her tongue was now automatically rubbing along the underside as her throat felt the pressure of the smooth head. Had Scotty been able, he would have shoved his cock all the way down Jo's throat. But it just wasn't long enough.
Even though it was Scotty's prick, Jo found it hot and tasty. She sucked strongly. Damn it all, it created a fire in her cunt again. She inhaled deeply, smelling his masculine aroma, and it made her young body tremble. The solid cap of his glans pressed hard against her palate, and she sucked voraciously, letting her tongue lave the throbbing length of his prick.
She could feel the heavy knob swell as it vibrated against the roof of her mouth. Then it slid back until the cocktip was pressing the tip of her tongue. And then he rammed it in again, slamming his pelvis against her nose.
Scotty was thrilled with his cock riding in and out of Jo's mouth. The girl's oral attempts were not nearly as good as those of Clare White, but Jo was one of the many girls who had teased him so often about the size of his head, that Scotty had been determined to make them all pay.
Now his cockhead was sliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue pressing against the underside, and her lips surrounding it, pressing on it.
Jo could no longer use her mouth to tease him or make fun of him. Her mouth was finally being used for something worthwhile. It was sucking his cock, tasting its meatiness, preparing to drink the sperm he was ready to pour down her throat. She sucked heartily, unreservedly, strongly, her lips pulling the solid flesh taut as the prick slid between them again and again. Blistering heat was welling up inside her cunt as her mouth sucked avidly, contracting her cheeks, hollowing her mouth, and constricting her throat while her tongue kept on washing the cock.
Scotty rammed his crotch into her face viciously, enjoying the idea that he was literally fucking her mouth. His tight balls were rubbing against her chin, and at one point he had to jam another pillow behind her head to keep her mouth high enough to continue engulfing his prick.
Jo's mouth was not nearly as large, nor as experienced as Clare White's. She was unable to suck his balls in, and she could barely touch the scrotum with her tongue. His hairy balls beat against her chin, causing more and more flame to spread in her aching snatch.
Her eyes could only see his pelvis and belly. She was glad the little prick had the sense to shower. Otherwise he'd have really stunk up a storm.
Scotty had both her ears in his hands and was literally pulling her head into his belly as he jammed his cock harder and harder into her mouth.
God, but it felt good to feel her mouth on his cock! It was so good, the thought and the sight made him ram his cock into her hungering mouth with such force that his orgasm suddenly slammed right out of him, flooding her gullet. Swallowing cum was one thing Jo hadn't done before. She'd let a boy shoot in her mouth and then after, when he'd finished, she'd spit it out. But the way Scotty was shoving his fiery prick down her throat gave her no option but to swallow his blazing jism. She gulped the heavy white liquid into her belly, and when she'd finished draining him, she licked all around his cock, cleaning any spots she might have missed.
Clare White was going insane. After having sucked Andy Barker's cock she hadn't been near one, and her yearning cunt was driving her crazy. When her husband Tom had come home the previous evening, he had gone out, drinking. By the time he'd returned to the trailer, after midnight, he had been so soused he hadn't been able to get it up.
The following morning, he had left before Clare had awakened. When she did wake up, she thought she'd go completely insane for want of prick.
Unable to stay home another day, Clare had gone to work. She had done as much clerical work as possible, doing perhaps half again as much as she usually did just to work off the strong sensations burning inside her pussy. But it was no use. She needed a cock, and not just Scotty Andrews' little pecker, either. She needed a big staff, like that of Andy Barker. And this time she wouldn't suck on it. She'd make him stuff it right inside her cunt.
Fortunately for Clare, Scotty Andrews was too fucked out from his exertions with Jo Barker to come looking for her when she returned to the trailer at four-thirty, that late afternoon. Cat Barker was still out shopping, and Andy, returning from looking for work, saw Clare beckon to him. But he wasn't the only one who saw it, Fern, Clare's daughter, also saw it. So did Jo Barker.
"Your mother's making it with my brother," Jo said to Fern as the two, around the side of the Barker trailer, watched Andy go into the White trailer.
The two girls waited a few minutes then sneaked around the back of the trailer and peered through the half-closed curtains. They saw the two naked bodies locked together in throbbing combat.
Clare was so relieved at feeling Andy's heavy cock stuffed into her, she would have paid him money, had he asked. God, how she needed it. The plunging prick was working swiftly, and she was already reaching her first peak. She would need at least five more to burn all the excess emotion out of her.
Andy was almost ready to come. This was the first time his huge cock had ever been inside a woman's cunt. The previous day had been the first time a woman had ever touched his cock, much less sucked on it. And Andy damn well knew this was one helluva special woman, too. She fucked and sucked like the world's best whores. Well hell, he knew there were married women who could put whores to shame. In fact, many of the area's whores were married women.
Andy Barker powered his hard ass back and forth. He slammed his balls into the woman's wet ass.
Clare sighed with relief as well- as with passion as the prick continued fucking in and out of her seething snatch. It moved at twice the speed it might have, normally. Her burning pussy was filled with lubricating oil, building up over the last thirty hours. The slosh-slosh of his cock as it fucked hurriedly within her cunt could even be heard by the two on-looking girls.
They lowered their heads beneath the window as Jo turned to Fern and whispered, "My God! I've never seen anyone fuck so eagerly before. Your mother must really be hard up. What's with your father?"
"Daddy was a little drunk last night," Fern confided. "In fact, I think he went drinking with your father."
"I know what you mean," Jo nodded. "My pa came home with a skinful last night. Jesus was he snockered."
"That means my father'll also be hot, tonight," Fern said.
"After the workout Andy's giving her, d'you think your mother'll be able to fuck your father?"
"Hell, you don't know my mother. She could handle a hundred like my dad, and he's one helluva cocksman. I know. I've seen him in action."
"No kidding. Really good, huh?"
"Action-wise, he's one of the best. If you ever got his prick into you, you'd go wild."
"You're making me hot for him," Jo murmured. "Think there's a chance he'd go for me?"
"About the same chance there is of your father going for me."
"Hey, Fern, be careful. My old man's a real lech. He'll fuck the ass off you if he ever gets half a chance. I know. I've seen him in action. And he has a cock like Andy's; really big."
"I guess we'll each have to try one another's father, then."
"Hey, Fern, isn't that your father parking his car over there?"
"My God!" the younger girl exclaimed. "He's not due home for nearly two hours, yet. Hell kill Mom if he catches her."
"Well, you just said your father was one helluva stud," Jo reminded her. "Suppose we try him out, huh?"
"You mean . . . you and him ..."
"I mean it's the only way we can keep him from catching your mother and my brother together. Okay?"
"Okay, but I'd better get outta sight," Fern said. "If Daddy saw me hanging around, he'd be afraid to go anywhere with you. Are you gonna take him into your trailer?"
"Hell, no! I'm taking him into yours. We'll go into your bedroom. You wait about twenty minutes, then let your mother know where your father is. Since she's fucking Andy, I can't see her objecting to me too loudly. If she's got any brains, she'll bring Andy in with her, and fuck him in front of your father and me, as if getting even with him for what he's doing. That'll protect her."
"Hey, I just thought, aren't you supposed to making supper for your folks?" Fern asked.
"So?"
"So what happens when your father comes to his trailer and doesn't find supper waiting?"
"Let's see if you can act as good with my dad as I'm about to with yours," Jo answered.
"Hey, heavy. You really mean it, Jo?"
"Sure. Mom is still shopping and won't be back for quite a while, yet. She never comes home until it's dark out. Right now, let me head your old man off before he gets inside."
Jo sidled over to the White trailer just as Tom White approached.
"Hi," she said, turning on her sexiest smile.
Jo knew she wasn't beautiful, but she did have the ability to radiate sexuality, more so than many girls who were much prettier. And at that moment she was radiating at full strength.
"Hey there," Tom White muttered. "You're Andy Barker's kid. You're all right."
"You're more than all right," Jo said coyly. "Ever since you drove into the trailer camp I've been looking for this chance to speak t'you alone."
"You got it, kid. What's on your mind?"
"You," Jo said quietly. "I hear tell you have the hottest pair of balls around."
"Hey, hey, hey," White warned. "What kinda talk is that, coming from a kid like you?"
"Let's cut the small talk," Jo murmured. "I may be young, but I've been around a little. It's just that I've never had me a real man. I'd like to fuck you."
"Hey, kid, you know what you're saying?" "I know just what I'm saying. I wanna get fucked."
"Not so close to the trailer, kid. My wife's inside."
"I was with your daughter before she went off to the movies a few minutes ago," Jo said. "Your wife came home and immediately went to bed. She's fast asleep. Apparently her work really knocks her out."
"Yeah, when Clare sleeps an earthquake wouldn't wake her up."
"So before she comes to, what say you and I fuck around."
"C'mon, kid," White told her. "What'd happen if your old man came home and caught us at it. The two of us'd end up in a fight. It ain't worth it, kid, much as I'd like to see what you taste like."
"I'll blow you," Jo whispered. "And we don't have fuse my trailer. We can use Fern's bedroom, just as long as we don't make any noise going in."
"That's a good idea," White admitted, nodding his head, his eyes showing he was giving it plenty of consideration. "Why're you so hot for me, though? There're plenty of guys around here."
"Not many with your solid build," Jo pointed out. "Let's cut the chatter. I'm hot for cock. You willing t'give it to me?"
"C'mon," White said, nodding. "But I oughtta check to make sure Clare's asleep."
"And y'could wake her, just goin' into the room," Jo pointed out. "Let's stop wasting time."
White led her into the trailer and the two turned left and immediately headed for Fern's bedroom. Once inside, White silently closed the door, then said, "Okay, kid. Show me the merchandise."
Jo wasted no time. She knew Fern would be bringing Clare into the bedroom in twenty minutes, and if she were going to get some good fucking in before the "discovery," she'd have to move.
She quickly took off her shirt and dungarees, giving Tom a total view of her full, voluptuous body.
"Christ!" White murmured, staring at her. "You really are stacked. How'd a kid like you ever get tits like those?"
Jo smiled.
Tom had stripped down, and Jo stared, more than a little pleased with what she saw. His cock was almost fully erect, and though it wasn't quite as massive as her father's or brother's, it was a big, fat piece of solid gristle. Nothing limp about that prick.
"Suck another time," White whispered. "For now, just lie down."
Jo did as she was told, parting her thighs and giving him a generous glimpse of her sopping cunt, surrounded as it was by its naturally hairy furpiece. Tom liked blonde cunts. One of the reasons why he'd married Clare was her being a natural blonde. It wasn't often that one saw blonde curls around a pussy. Just the sight of the blonde halo of hair around the girl's pink-lipped pussy was enough to make the sweat break out all over him.
With her foot, Jo teased the wrinkled balls under his outstanding erection.
Tom leaned into her as she lay there, making her bend her foot under him to keep it resting on his balls. He reached out with his hand and pressed it flatly against her pussy. His palm ground lightly against the girl's steaming cunt.
"Christ! That feels good," Jo whispered.
"Yeah," Tom mumbled, staring fixedly at her leaking pussy.
He scooped up her thighs and put them over his shoulders, letting her calves and heels rub his spine. He moved in, and his aching prick, swollen and hard, hung ready to penetrate the fullness of her cunt. The pink cuntlips seemed to beckon his cock, and then they parted as the swollen prick pushed them aside so it could find its way into her hot, tight channel.
Jo reached up and grabbed White's shoulders. This was the kind of bliss about which poets wrote. This was the real thing. Love, kisses, and petting was fine for amateurs. But when one wanted a pleasure, one could only be speaking of fucking. The solid cock pushed deeper into her sucking cunt slowly, tantalizingly, delightfully.
Christ, but this Tom White really knew how to fuck a girl. He fucked her so slowly that Jo began to get restless. Hell, she couldn't stand it any longer. Her hips leaped up and captured the base of his powerful prick, pulling him deeply inside. And when her ass fell to the bed again, she pulled him down with her.
He began to slowly move his cock out, then just as slowly reversed his field and let it be gobbled right back in by her hungry aching cunt. Oh, sweet Jesus, but this was a man who really knew what to do with his cock.
Tom's staunch cock slid through her flaming twat, bringing the sensitive membranes inside to a fast boil. With his weight balanced on one hand, Tom used his other to slide between their two bodies so his thumb could rub the young girl's aching clit.
His prick went as far into her cunt as possible, sinking to the depths of her pussy. Tom controlled his inward plunging, keeping the cadence slow and regulated, with just the right amount of inthrust each time.
Tom was enjoying himself. It had been more than fifteen years since he'd had such young cunt. His own wife hadn't been that young when he'd married her. A nice, sweet, youthful pussy surrounded his fleshy long cock, and her pussy felt tighter than anything he'd fucked. He liked the way her sweet pussy walls clung to every part of his moving cock, sucking on it like a hundred tiny mouths were built into her cunt.
Jo was being fucked by a real man, at last. Here was a male who knew everything about fucking and was putting it all to work on her tight, clutching pussy. She squeezed her cunt muscles harder, contracting them around his cock. She had to admit this was better than any other fucking she'd ever received. Fern sure had it good, having been fucked, as she claimed, by two men. Jo now felt more envious than ever.
Slow and steady, slow and steady, he fed his cock in and teased it out, making Jo want to tear him out by the roots. It was delightful, yet frustrating. His prick overpowered her conscious mind and vibrated through her cunt. Her thighs wound around his body, clutching him close to her, drawing him deeper and deeper into the burning depths of her sucking cunt. The soft, slick tissues and membranes lining Jo's pussy were rippling with delight.
"Christ!" Tom muttered, still sliding his prick in and out of her pussy. "It's been so long I almost forgot what it was like to fuck a tight pussy. Kid, you're terrific."
Jo felt her inner cunt rumbling with the power of his plunging cock. Shock waves hit her, mildly at first, but more powerfully as the moment passed, and she realized she was experiencing multiple orgasms. Her arms surrounded him, clutching him tightly to her. Her nipples were hot and hard, rubbing deeply against his hairy chest. Her ass rotated, screwing in hard, short, tight circles as her cunt rode back and forth along the shaft of his prick.
Tom continued shoving his plunging prick into her sopping cunt with long, lancing thrusts, urging his loins to greater effort.
Jo's burning cunt sought to gobble more and more of Tom's thrusting cock. She wanted to eat up every last bit of the cockmeat. Jo sighed and gasped, sucking his tongue deep into her own mouth, chewing on it and enjoying the way it fucked her mouth as his cock was fucking her cunt. Her nails raked his back.
This was too good to last. Jo could no longer hold herself back, feeling the way his thick prick made its way again and again through her clutching pussy. She felt the wonderful sensation building to fantastic heights inside her pussy.
And then she came, twisting and turning as the throes of ecstasy took complete control of her, making her writhe beneath the plunging hardness of his cock. Her calves, still resting on his shoulders, pressed down, raising her ass off the bed, ramming her soaking pussy against his pelvis as her blistering cuntwalls contracted tightly around the hard cock. She sucked on his tongue and tightened her grip on his back as her heels beat on his spine.
Her ass tightened. Tongues of flame seemed to lick at his groin, coming from the girl's grasping thighs as she came again and again, and then again, unable to stop herself because of the way his prick fucked the clutching grip of her squeezing pussy. It reached deeper into her cunt than any other cock she'd ever held. Not that Jo had fucked that many cocks. She'd fucked less than a half dozen boys previously, always careful about whose lovely cock would fit into her seething cunt. Boys had a habit of talking, and she didn't want it said that she was an easy lay.
She had been discreet in choosing her bed partners, and even Eddie, her present boy friend, never let on he was fucking her on a steady basis. And up until she'd fucked Tom White's cock, Jo had believed Eddie to be the best fuck she'd ever had.
Fern was right. There was nothing like the powerful prick of a full-grown, mature man. This guy White was the greatest cock to ever fuck her. Her aching cunt, spasming and tightening as she came again and again and again, kissed his long, hard prick from its sensitive tip to its thick, rooted base.
Tom trembled, feeling the way her cunt held onto him. How long had it been since he'd fucked a woman this way? Not even Clare had been this eager on their wedding night. And none of the other, more experienced women he'd fucked could ever react so overpoweringly. With her calves crossed behind his neck and her heels beating on his back, Tom plunged into the deep-sucking center of the youthful girl. He crammed his meat in with desperate fervor, knowing the girl had enjoyed a multitude of climaxes. It was his turn now. And he wanted to shoot an ocean of cum deep into her belly.
Jo kept her ass up in the air with her legs hanging around his neck so he could slam his prick into her again and again at his own pace, which by now was torrid.
And then Tom felt it suddenly come shooting out of him. It was as if a dam had burst from within, sending tons of heavy cream splashing through her pussy. Whirlpools of white sperm streamed through her satisfied cunt. It was a flood of sperm, coating and filling her womb with its delightful essence. And Jo absorbed the heavy hosings, her cuntwalls absorbing the heavy fluid, pressuring the bulging cockhead into releasing more of the delightful liquid.
Already Tom's cock was shrinking, unable to hold its hardness after unleashing so much sperm. But Jo knew she had to keep him there, and even as he pulled out, she offered to suck it back into hardness.
"I think I can get it hard if I eat your cunt," he told her. "And if not, I can make you come again with my tongue. You just stay this way," he said, sliding down a bit, removing her thighs from over his shoulders, letting her heels rest on the bed as he peered at her recently-fucked cunt.
Surrounded as it was by her blonde hair the luscious pink gash made her pouting cuntlips look like peach slices, and with his cum seeping out the slices appeared to be soaking in whipped cream. Peaches and cream, one of Tom's favorite desserts. The swollen lips were slightly parted, revealing the rich blend of reds and pinks of the insides of her pussylips, making the white cream seem even whiter. And at the top of her slender gash, Tom saw the girl's throbbing clit, already enlarged to full size, and vibrantly hard.
Tom let his tongue plunge directly into the center of her foaming pussy, and he tasted the mixture of his semen mixed with the girl's cuntjuice as it came pouring out. As long as it was his own sperm, Tom not only didn't mind the taste, but actually liked it. Perhaps it was psychological, but Tom wouldn't have gone within fifty feet of another man's cum, yet when it came to his own, he found it as good-tasting coming out of a cunt as his wife had found it shooting directly out of his cock. He lapped strongly, sucking out the cuntjuice and semen, swallowing it as his tongue lapped around inside the girl's newly-aroused cunt.
Jo was enjoying herself immensely. The boys with whom she had fucked around with had always eaten her reluctantly, still unused to the pungent taste of cunt. Here was a man used to eating cunt, and he was showing her the right way to do it. His tongue continued licking deep into her pussy.
When his reaching tongue moved up and rubbed against the roof of her seething cunt, Jo went into ecstasy. Here was a man who really knew what he was doing.
Tom's mouth had completely sucked out all the mixtures in Jo's cunt, and now proceeded to alternate between lapping at her upper cuntwall and applying pressure to her button-like clitoris. The way he licked made the girl bounce wildly. Her thighs surrounded his head and closed on them, trapping him with his face against her mushy cunt.
Fern, outside the trailer, had been peering into the window of her bedroom, watching her father make it with Jo. Once she saw Jo lock her dad's face tightly between her thighs, she decided it was time to let her mother in on it.
Quietly going to the front door of the trailer, she let herself in. She opened the door to her parents' bedroom and saw Andy Barker still stabbing her mother's cunt with his long, thick, hard cock. He had made Clare White come well over a dozen times, but he, himself, had yet to come. He was all set to do so when Fern interrupted.
Both Andy and her mother began to blush, but when Fern told them what was going on at the other end of the trailer, Clare became more outraged at the thought of her husband making it with another female than she had been ashamed of being caught by her daughter.
"Hold on, Mom," Fern told her mother, who still had Andy's cock buried in the center of her cunt. "If you can fuck with Andy here, there's no reason why Dad can't give it to Andy's sister. Be fair."
"The fact is," Clare pointed out, "if your father had caught me here, with Andy, he would have killed me. Why shouldn't I hold this over his head?"
"Because this is the time to break down Dad's prejudices," Fern explained. "If you and Andy walk in on him while he's still eating Jo, then lay down on the bed beside them and continue doing what you're doing now, there really isn't very much Dad can do about it, but accept it."
Clare and Andy slipped into their clothes, and together they walked to the other end of the trailer and opened the door to Fern's bedroom. Jo, who had already enjoyed a second series of orgasms, gasped in mock surprise and opened her thighs. Tom heard his wife scream. Then before he could react, Clare said, "What's good for the gander is good for the goose, Tom. You just stay there with the young girl and go on doing what you're doing. And while you're at it, you can watch Andy and me do the same thing."
Tom, who had developed another hard-on, was surprised to feel Jo slide down and suddenly pop his solid cock into her yawning cunt. He had been unable to move at that point, she, having locked him into her. All he could do was thrust back and forth while watching his wife lie down beside Jo. And because he was buried so deeply in the girl, he didn't dare say a thing when Andy buried his meat into Clare's pussy.
"What the hell!" he finally said philosophically to Andy. "Betcha I can come before you."
"You're on," the younger boy said, and he began fucking vigorously into Clare.
And while Tom was pounding his prick deep into Jo's sweet pussy, his hand reached out and held his wife's hand. The reassuring pressure he felt from her let him know she still loved him, even though it was different cock filling her yearning pussy. Oddly, all the jealousy he thought he should feel had suddenly disappeared. Looking at Fern's content expression as he fucked into Jo made Tom realize how rousing it could be to get fucked with his wife watching, even if she was getting hers from someone else.
Fern, who had been watching from the doorway, was hotter than ever. She needed a good cock more than anyone else there. She was the only one who hadn't gotten fucked all day.
Quietly leaving the trailer, she sat in one of the chairs outside and waited. Less than five minutes passed before Andrew Barker's car pulled up outside the trailer camp. Fern saw him walking toward his trailer and approached him. "Hi," she said.
Chapter Twelve
"Hi," he greeted. "You're Tom White's kid. I saw you that first day you moved in."
He was big and burly, with a light film of perspiration covering him, making him smell very masculine. His white, short-sleeved shirt was open at the collar.
"I know you saw me," Fern smiled. "I saw you, too. In fact, it was because of you I put on the mini-bikini, and you saw me the way I wanted you to see me. And from the look in your eye you liked what you saw."
"You're a very pretty little girl," he assured her, patting her on the head.
"Let's stop kidding, Mr. Barker. You don't think of me as a little girl, even if I'm younger than your daughter. You know damn well you'd like to fuck me.
"For a young kid you seem to know a helluva lot."
"Yeah, well to be frank, I'd like for you to fuck me. How about right now?"
"I figured you for a smart kid. You know my daughter is inside making supper for my son and me."
"Your daughter is in my trailer, along with your son. Both are getting fucked by my parents." "What???" Barker almost roared.
"Cool off, Mr. Barker," Fern laughed. "So your son's getting some of my mom's ass. What's so bad about that?"
"It's just that I don't go for your father fucking my daughter," Barker snapped.
"Why not?" Fern wanted to know. "After all, you want t'bang me."
"Yeah, but. .. " "But nothing. Ten minutes ago, if my dad had come home and found you fucking my cunt, he'd have been just as mad as you. He would've been just as mad finding your son and my mom. But because he was fucking your daughter and my mom found it out, he's accepted the fact that she's putting out for your son. Not only that, but at this point he'd have to accept your fucking me. And if you're smart, you'll accept the fact that my dad's giving it to your Jo. His cock is already inside her. There's nothing you can do except start a fight, and that won't change the fact that he's fucked her. If you're smart, you'll do the only right thing left. Fuck me."
For a moment Barker looked as if he might explode. Then he began cooling off as he realized the truth. There wasn't a damn thing he could do to keep Tom White's cock out of his daughter. So why not retaliate and fuck Fern? After all, he'd wanted to fuck the young blonde from the moment he saw her.
"C'mon," he finally muttered. "Let's fuck."
He led her into his trailer and into the bedroom where she sat on the bed, defiantly staring at him, daring him to start.
"You're a real little bitch," he whispered, and before she could reply, he began kissing her violently, jamming his lips against her mouth, prying her lips apart and shoving his tongue right in. His hands began to roughly pull at the hard nipples he felt under her blouse. He began to feel the excitement stir inside him.
Fern felt even more aroused. She hadn't had a cock all day, and her body was crying for one. She felt thrilled when his hand began undoing her blouse, tugging it out of her waistband, and then letting his fingers squeeze their way across her bare, firm tits. Her nipples swelled. Ray Krumm had been good, Phil Andrews had been better, but the touch of Andrew Barker was undoubtedly the best. His rough, masculine hands massaging her swollen, expanded nipples, rubbing her titflesh, made the girl squirm with delight.
And then his hand was on her knee, and even through the material of her dungarees she felt herself starting to burn as his hand moved along her inner thigh. His fingers got closer to her creaming cunt, and she was so aroused that her panties became sodden with lubrication.
All of a sudden his hands were at the top of her dungarees, pulling the snaps open. He began roughly yanking them down, along with her pink panties. His fingers could feel the burning heat emanating from her pussy long before they got there. When they touched the downy hairs at the top of her crotch, he could feel her shudder and realized the little slut was truly in heat, and he was the cause of that heat. Hell, it had been one long time since he'd found a woman so eager. Usually most women, including Cat, his wife, were willing enough, but they didn't think of him as anything special. But this one was something else.
As his long, middle finger slid lower, slithering through her leaking cunt, he could feel her humping against it. Her thighs remained together just long enough for him to remove her dungarees, panties, and sandals. Then they parted while he finished removing her blouse. Not wanting to waste time, he also removed his clothing.
His middle finger stabbed deeply into the steaming slot of her cunt. It worked its way through her sodden tunnel, reaching as far in as possible before retreating. Then it came out to rub the quivering nub of her excited clit before fucking into her again. He felt her buck strongly against his hand as his finger moved from side to side within her pussy. And as his finger moved back and forth in her sticky cunt, his tongue worked its way around inside her mouth, making her whimper with desire.
He tore his mouth from hers and began sucking on her full breasts. He could taste the luscious fruitiness of each nipple. Then he sucked on her left tit and allowed his right hand to continue playing with her simmering clit, he used his other hand to tweak the nipple of her other breast, making it balloon to twice the size.
Barker's teeth began clamping on the nipple, and for some reason the pain raised Fern to greater heights. This was going to be the greatest come of all. She knew he'd be able to out fuck the others. Abruptly he took his mouth from her tit. He rose to his feet for a moment, and Fern opened her eyes. She instantly looked at the solid pillar of hardness extending from between his strong thighs.
God! What a cock! What a cock!
It had to be a good ten inches, and Fern knew she'd never hold the entire length of it. It was almost three inches in diameter ending in an immense, red, bulblike dome, the eye of which was already dribbling a string of fluid. And it looked harder than marble. Just the thought of that marvelous prick being buried between her loins almost made her swoon with delight. She wanted it, by God! She wanted it.
Barker got onto the bed, his knees between Fern's white thighs as his mouth came down and began sucking on her tits, pressed together by his hands. He could taste the two nipples in his mouth at once and he began chewing, biting into them.
Fern's cunt was opening and closing as she breathed, and then, something was stopping them from closing. The heavy knob of his bright-red cock was pushing its way into her fur-lined crack. Fern started as the heavy, wet glans parted her slithery lips, and her breath seemed caught in her lungs. She swiveled her head, her round, firm tits swelling even more under his lips and teeth. Then his mouth left them and came crashing down on hers as his hand pressed into the bed on either side of her.
For some reason, Barker didn't merely shove his rocklike prick into her frothing cunt. He decided he really liked the little blonde slut and so he began inching his rampant meat into her clutching cunt.
Fern's heels dug into the bed, to balance herself as she eagerly awaited further entry. Anxiously she helped draw in his thick prick, not daring to believe she could handle so much thickness without pain. Oh, but it was a luxurious sensation. When she had experienced her first fuck with Phil Andrews she had been convinced she was enjoying the greatest sensation of all time. The cock that followed, Ray Krumm's and Phil Andrews', they had been nothing but extensions of that first time.
But here and now she was feeling the delightful excitement of something so new and different, it made all those other cocks pale by comparison.
"Jesus!" she whispered. "That's great. That's the greatest cock I've ever felt. Oh hell, Mr. Barker, you have to be the greatest fucker of all time."
"Just call me Andy, kid," he told her. He'd never known any woman to appreciate his prick as much as this sweet little blonde girl. Slowly he continued pushing his prick into the girl, expanding her cunt, seeing her face grimace with the thrill of feeling his prick inside her.
His cockhead felt the opening to her womb and knew it could go no further. Even so, he had almost all his meat buried inside her pussy, and he shuddered with rapture at having so much cock engulfed so tightly inside. Fern was overwhelmed with an all-consuming lust.
Slowly now, Andy Barker began withdrawing his meaty prick from her pussy. When he'd gotten all but the head out, he pushed it forward again. Once again his smooth, wet, shining cockhead bounced off the girl's cervix, letting him know when to retreat. Able to measure just how far in he could go, Barker began fucking the girl madly.
Fern loved it. The prick sliding in and out stretching the narrow passageway of her silken cunt made her thrill with ecstasy. Here was a man who could really fuck. She was more than eager to feel his staff reaming her pussy, sinking its complete size into her tight cunt. Her sucking cunt held tightly to his cock, thrilling each time it sank into her steaming slot.
Barker's balls had been slamming against the young girl's ass, and the feel of the hairy sac touching her had sent another current of lust shooting through her. How she could no longer feel his balls as it drew up into his body, preparing to unleash the millions of squiggly sperm into her raging cunt.
"Oh man!" Fern breathed. "Don't slow down now! I'm just about to get there!"
Andy Barker could have kept on fucking all night without coming, had it been any other female. But there was something special about this little chick, and he knew there was no controlling the boiling sperm already bubbling in his balls. The weighty liquid suddenly began moving, rising from his balls, running through the heavy flesh tube of his cock, and then it came shooting out of him like heavy cannon shells, splashing into Fern's cunt. It shot strongly and heavily, and the continuous stream of gooey white cream was all Fern needed.
Her orgasm began right in her burning middle, and it spread through her body. Thrill after thrill erupted inside her, and tingles were set off everywhere in her body at once.
Her thighs encircled his waist and her mouth came crushing against his. This time it was she who plunged her tongue into his mouth, and when his own tongue responded, she drew it into her mouth and began chewing on it as violently as he had chewed on her nipples.
Fern felt only one orgasm, but it was more intense than all the others combined. It was so totally overpowering, she thought she wouldn't have anything left. But Andrew Barker, whose cock had not yet begun to shrink, was still fucking away at her tight little pussy, determined to make himself, and her, come again.
Chapter Thirteen
The oncoming twilight made Andrew Barker realize it was quitting time. He had come three times, and Fern had enjoyed many orgasms. What neither of them knew was they'd had five onlookers for the last climactic scene. Jo had revealed to Tom White just how Fern was entertaining her father, to keep him from discovering what he and his wife were doing with the two Barker kids.
Thus it was, when Cat Barker came home from shopping, both Tom and Clare White delayed her long enough while Jo went into the Barker trailer and warned her father and Fern. But even before Fern and Barker could dress, Scotty Andrews appeared at another window and snapped a flash picture. Had it been daylight, and had he used high-speed film, he might have gotten away. But young Andy Barker spotted Scotty outside the trailer and grabbed the younger boy's camera, smashing it and the print inside.
With Tom White now aware of his daughter's sexual behavior, Scotty no longer could hold the pictures he'd taken of Fern in exchange for fucking Fern's mother, Clare. And since Andrew Barker was aware of Jo's sexual activity, the one photo Scotty had taken of Jo and Fern together was just about equally useless. And when Andy Barker Junior took Scotty to the Andrews' trailer and told Phil Andrews about Scotty's peeping Tom habits, Scotty Andrews had his ass welted by his father's belt.
Eventually Cat Barker became aware of her husband's extramarital activities, but she learned of it from Tom White, who seduced her while Clare was busy being fucked by Mr. Barker. Cat philosophically accepted her husband's behavior only because she enjoyed Tom White's cock so much.
The White family and the Barker family became very close, and eventually all the Barker males ended up fucking the White females, while Tom White continued fucking the two Barker females. Fern even allowed Andrew Junior into her pussy, but she had to admit the son was nowhere near the cocksman that his father was.
Scotty Andrews went back to jerking off. Phil Andrews would, on occasion still fuck Fern, as would Ray Krumm. And when Fern was unwell, Jo took her place with the two men. Of the entire group, only Scotty Andrews remained unhappy.
End
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DN207 BONDAGE WHORE Roberta Vickers
DN208 THE WHORE MAKERS Janet Roland
AB4009 HIS HORNY SISTER William Scott
AB4010 THE INCEST TWINS Donald Palermo
AB4011 THE FAMILY SWAPPERS Holly Hope
AB4012 MOM'S HOT KIDS Allen Whitten
CB4009 DAISY-CHAIN WIFE J. S. Bradley
CB4010 ABUSED DAUGHTER Paul Gable
CB4011 THE NEIGHBOR'S WIFE Donald Palermo
CB4012 HORNY WIFE David Brown
PB117 AUNT SADIE'S DOG J. S. Bradley
PB118 ANIMAL LOVER J. H. Russell
PB119 MOTHER'S PET Donald Palermo
PB120 SISTER'S DOG HUNGER J. S. Bradley
PR3015 TEACHER'S HORNY ITCH Russell Madden
PR3016 RAPED COED William Scott
PR3017 MOM'S HOT DAUGHTER David Ingram
PR3018 HORNY YOUNG TEASER Larry Jason
