Above him, Mark heard Gina groaning: "Oh, man! Eat me pussy, lover-chew up my cunt and swallow it-ahh, baby, baby-ohhh, it's, fantastic-and-I'm-going-to-come-AHHH!"
Her pussy flexed in his mouth, shuddering around his embedded tongue and against his teeth.
Joyously, he drank her hot flowing juices, draining them down his gulping throat.
Then his prick started to leap, although he fought to hold back his semen. The stuff came boiling up from his jerking balls, steaming along his shaft and through the swollen cockhead that Tammy was sucking.
CHAPTER ONE
He peeped at her through the doorway of his bedroom, watching the kid move around the living room as she acquainted herself with the place. Mark had to keep reminding himself that she was just a kid, but his shaft paid no attention to his mind; it kept rising, turning thicker and harder by the moment.
Damn, he thought; if his wife had to hire a baby sitter, why the hell hadn't she found some beat-up old bag, instead of a sixteen-year-old kid that was put together like a miniature Venus? The girl was tiny, but everything about her sleek young body was artistically modelled, and she moved with a cat-like litheness, every part of that sweet, almost childish, flesh exuding a personal challenge.
Maybe he would have bypassed the girl on the street, just looking twice and thinking what a great ass, or something like that-then gone on home to his own lovely wife as the fantasy slowed and faded, like the rest of his dreams did.
But watching her glide around his own living room, seeing her bend over the TV set so that her already snug jeans tightened in the crack of that delicate ass and drew tight around the shapely cheeks-it was too much for any guy. She ,was Tammy Bronson, and only about four feet ten inches tall, he estimated; if she weighed more than 75 pounds, he'd be surprised. She had a wealth of deep red hair that swung down her back, tick-tocking with every movement of her swaying hips, and her skin was translucently clear, her eyes a direct and impish green.
Mark backed away from the door, closing it softly. He was only thirty years old, but he felt like a dirty old man. He had a baby less than a year old, over there in the nursery, and a fine, beautiful wife. But Alice was four hundred miles away just now, helping out her ill mother-and Tammy Bronson was in the next room.
He headed for the shower, his cock pointing the way, so stiff that it ached. Slipping out of his robe, he turned on the water and thought how only the other day, he and Alice had talked about never cheating on each other. They were still in love after five years of marriage, and Alice was one hell of a good lay, never claiming a headache and always ready to meet his sexual needs more than halfway.
But recently there had been a restlessness growing within him, something he couldn't recognize, but he had begun looking harder at attractive women, and he was balanced right on the edge of making it with a chick at his office, one who'd been signaling him she was willing to swing a little. Coming right home and putting the meat to Alice didn't solve things; it merely took the edge off, and lately he had been fantasizing, pretending that he was fucking the office chick, even while his wife was grinding and humping upon his surging prick.
Stepping into the shower, Mark decided that something was out of sync. He was too young for the male menopause, and reasonably happy with his life, but he couldn't shake the pressure that seemed to be constantly building inside his body. Now, with his balls swollen and his cock throbbing, all he could think about was the baby sitter in the next room.
How could a kid so young be that damned sexy? Every pore of that clear, flawless skin gave off an almost palpable odor of sex, as if she was a bitch dog coming into full heat; every graceful motion of her appealing body seemed calculated to call attention to its intriguing shapeliness. And the first time she had looked directly into his eyes, it was something like getting kicked in the balls.
The warm and soapy water was tantalizing Mark's painful shaft, so he took a deep breath and added more cold to the shower spray. It didn't help much, and for the first time since he was a helplessly horny lad, he considered jacking off. Then, forcing himself to say the hell with it, he climbed from the shower and toweled his body roughly. But when he got back into his robe, his prick was still rigid.
He'd toss off a couple of quick drinks, he decided, maybe have a sandwich and go to bed early. The sitter had to be home by midnight, but she only lived a couple of blocks away, and could handle that walk herself. Tammy could handle anything herself, he thought-including a long, hard shaft like the one he tried to hide in the folding of his robe. But the kid could very well be cherry, he thought, though it would be a damned shame, to waste all that compact ass by just sitting on it. He envied the boy who was getting into that, the kid who was probably climbing between those slim, delicate legs and probing for the sizzling heat of Tammy's mini pussy.
Mark shivered, slid his feet into scuffs and belted his robe. When he went into the living room, she had the TV off and was playing stereo tapes instead. He stood for a long moment, watching her dance by herself.
Tammy's slim body rolled sensuously back and forth as her tiny feet moved in slow patterns, and the down swinging wealth of her red hair seemed to be caressing the upper molding of her ass. The girl's arms were outspread as she followed the heavy beat of the music, and when she turned a pivot his way the budding of her tits bounced provocatively beneath the thin teeshirt she wore.
"You've got some good tapes," she said, and her voice was strangely husky for one so young. The tip of a red tongue darted out to moisten slightly pouting lips, and those green eyes flicked him.
"Yeah," Mark answered gruffly, and hurried to the small bar to pour himself a steadying snort of bourbon. Even with his back to this girl, he could sense the continuing grinding of her narrow hips and the ripples of her flat belly as she danced.
"Your wife's nice," she said. "Really beautiful and sexy looking. I'll bet she's hot in bed."
Mark almost choked on his second drink. He didn't dare look around as he said, "Yeah; I guess she is."
"Must be a drag after awhile, though," the husky voice went on, centering between his shoulderblades. "Just making it with each other, I mean-no matter how good it is. Unless you're into swinging a little?"
The kid had him completely off balance. He finished his drink and said, his back still to her, "Not that it's any of your business, but no; neither of us plays around. Do all kids your age talk like this?"
"Like what-being up front? Most of us, I guess. And I'm not just being nosey; I just like to see people happy. Does it bother you to talk about sex?"
Forgetting he still had an aching hard-on, Mark spun around. "No, it doesn't bother me. And that doesn't mean I've got a lot of old fashioned hangups."
Tammy's grin was pixie-like, lighting her piquant face. "But you've got a hard-on."
Swallowing, Mark pulled his robe around and tried to cover himself, his face going hot and his mouth dry. This was the damnedest kid! Staring at her, he tried to bring himself back into focus.
But then she said, 'It's big, too; bigger than the guys I screw. I can dig that."
Mark said convulsively, "L-look, Tammy-"
She moved toward him, still smiling, her small, fine tits bobbing against her teeshirt, and he could see the definite lifting of her tiny nipples. Tammy reached out and brushed her fingertips against his robe, the heat of them flashing through to where his prick was throbbing. She said softly, "I am looking, and feeling, too." Her fingers probed through the material and found the rigid shaft, stroking lightly along it.
He shuddered violently. "You-I can't-I mean-"
Small and soft, her hand closed around his rigid pole, tugging gently at it, moving deftly up and down, nudging the swollen head. "Why not, man-why not?" Maybe he could have found an answer for that, but when her fingers caressed the bulging knob of his hungry cock, Mark went dizzy with longing and swept the small girl into his arms, pressing her light, childish body hard against his own.
No, he thought dazedly-not childish, girlish, and not that, either, but the body of a woman made diminutive, yet so young and firm. Tammy wriggled against him, her hand still clenching the length of his prick, standing tiptoe to thrust her erectile nipples against the upper part of his belly. It was far as she could reach on his long frame.
Mark bent his head and sought the rosebud of her open mouth. The girl's tongue flicked madly between his lips, tasting of small, wet flames and an overwhelming eagerness. Letting go of his cock, she was climbing his body, wrapping her legs around him so she could hike and rub the sizzling mound of her concealed pussy into his belly. Her mouth still locked to his, her tongue running wild inside his own, Tammy was trying to strip away his robe, pulling it down his shoulder with one frantic hand.
His own hands were playing over that marvelous, writhing body, feeling the curvature of her buttocks, the strong lines of the girl's exquisite legs. Breaking the extended kiss then, she suddenly dropped away from him," bouncing back with her eyes flashing and her damp mouth laughing.
With one quick motion, she yanked the teeshirt over her head and threw it away. Mark stared at the utter loveliness of her pert little breasts, seeing the silken mounds of them and their pointy centers. Fumbling at the belt of his robe, he saw her step lithely from her jeans, to stand spread-legged and totally nude before him. Her red-haired and fluffy mound seemed to sparkle hypnotically, drawing him with a power he couldn't resist.
Cupping her tits and thumbing the stiff nipples, Tammy offered them to him, while her lower body swung itself in erotic arcs, and the pouting mound of her downy cunt hunched demandingly.
"Come on, lover," she panted. "Let's get it on."
A robot controlled by the computer in his cock, Mark let his robe float down and stepped toward the girl, mesmerized by the torrid beauty of her body. She drifted to the carpet, her hands reaching up for him to catch his arms and pull him on top of her. Her silken skin burned against his own, searing his belly where the pulsing of her crotch pumped insistently.
She felt slick in his hands, a twisting and heaving bundle of the softest velvet, both hands between his thighs now, one of them cupping and weighing his distended balls, the other fluttering over the hardness of his prick. He lowered his face to hers, and that savagely hungry mouth devoured his lips, the girl's teeth clashing along his own, her wet-wild tongue darting and curling inside his mouth. Mark's hands caressed the fragile heaps of her small tits, knowing the tremble of her nipples surging against his palms, then rolling them tenderly between thumb and forefinger.
Girl-child, sex bitch, she hunched up at his shaft, dragging it down to settle the throbbing glans against the steaming and feathery hairs of her vital pussy. Rolling back upon her shoulders, lifting her legs and arching her back, Tammy spread her superb little crotch for him.
Mark felt the tip of his dripping cockhead snuggle into the delicate cunt lips, felt the sizzling heat envelop the entire knob as he began to push it carefully into the hottest, tightest cunt he had ever experienced. The humid lips writhed open, stretched ever so slowly to admit the bulge of his cockhead, and the girl's love juices flooded out to grease it. Tammy rolled her ass and made an adept little grinding movement that welcomed the aching bulb of his prick, that brought it deeper into the narrow entrance of her fiery snatch.
As she squirmed delightedly upon his glans, the girl's gyrations helped him shove it home inch by inch, and his prick started to penetrate into that vibrant, shivering mini-pussy, sliding so thrillingly into the slippery, clinging slot. Tammy's cunt walls closed about Mark's pole as he pushed harder, pulling upon the rounded meat, suctioning the length of it until his shaft was drawn all the way to the bottom of her writhing vagina.
He could feel it nestling against her cervix as the walls of her cunt undulated to hold him there, buried to the depths within that tight and narrow pussy while its muscles massaged his prick from bulging head to the thickness of his root. Mark moved very slowly, clamped frantically by the slick walls, drawing gently back until only the flanges of his glans were still trapped by the girl's blistering labia.
She arched to him again, ramming her pelvis forward and up so that she could ride his cock and make it hammer deeply into her avid pussy again. Tammy ground upon it then, rolled it around inside the grasping of her passionate snatch, and her cunt felt like a hundred strong, tiny fingers manipulating his cock, teasing and worrying it.
Mark got his hands under the exquisite cheeks of the girl's ass, lifting her to meet his stronger drives as he stroked his hard cock deep. Tammy's legs were too short to reach around his back, but she wrapped them around so that she could get the soles of her tiny feet behind his knees, bracing herself that way when she fucked back, banging her fluffy pelvis into his own, hunching and spiralling her crotch.
She was plastered to his body, arms around his neck, mouth nibbling and moaning into his, her belly turning slippery with sweat and tingling over his own. Tammy's pelvis bumped hard, and that fantastically tight little snatch gobbled at his surging prick, her vaginal cup softly biting down upon the head every time it touched bottom.
Sibilant against his teeth, she hissed it: "Oh man, oh man! Lay that hard meat to me, lover! Oh-oh! Fuck me strong-shove it deep and mean-you fill up my pussy, darling-oh yeah, yeah. I-I'm going to come, man-come-come-come!"
The girl's pussy turned into an inverted volcano, its greasy lava bubbling around his thrusting shaft as Mark hammered the meat home with rapid, grinding strokes. She threw back her head and braced her feet against the backs of his knees, jamming her rolling crotch into him as she came, her orgasm drawing every straining muscle in her body taut and quivering. Tammy's nails raked his back and she angled her head to bite into the base of his throat.
Mark shuddered with her, burying the flexing head of his cock deep, hanging into the spread cheeks of the delicate ass as he let go a geyser of spurting fluid.
Thick and creamy, Mark's semen purled violently into the flexing, suctioning well of the girl's small cunt. His cockhead leaped again and again, hurling successive globules of come into Tammy's twisting, humping body, bathing the velvet walls with hot juice, inundating her womb. It seemed as if his balls would never stop pumping; they contracted and fell, only to jerk upward again, nestling in the crack of the small, sleek ass.
His own ass drew tight, and his greasy cock kept moving within the loving grip of that fabulous, compact pussy, while his backbone melted and ran slowly out the head of his prick. It seemed a long time before Tammy's feet slid down his legs, but the girl wasn't nearly ready to relax. He could feel that special rippling of her close cunt walls working up and down his embedded meat, and sense the vibrancy of her miniscule clitoris against the root of his shaft.
"Oh wow," she breathed against his throat. "This is some fine prick you've got, mister. And your come is so packed inside my hot pussy-I can feel some of it leaking out and dripping down into my ass. You act like you're really hard up, too."
Mark sighed. "I never fucked anybody like you before, Tammy. You're so young and sweet and hot, I just can't believe it."
She closed her legs, trapping his still rigid prick in the narrow slit of her juicy cunt, squeezing down upon it with her thighs and the tightening of her snatch. He could barely move it inside that magnificent little body, even with his own hot semen as lubrication.
"Believe it," she murmured, "because we're just getting started, lover. We're going to fuck for a long time."
CHAPTER TWO
He was sitting in his favorite chair, a drink in one hand, his legs sprawled out and his cock limp against one thigh. Mark feasted his eyes upon the girl as she came slowly and gracefully across the living room, her svelte hips swinging rhythmically and her small but lovely tits bobbing in time.
She was so damned beautiful, he thought warmly, and her loveliness was made even more appealing by the fact that she was so young, and so tiny. It was like fucking a live doll, or being lucky enough to get into the magic pussy of a child sex goddess. Tammy's green eyes were sultry, and her mouth damp, those sculptured lips curved in an enticing smile. The nipples of her breasts were still erect, gorgeous little points shaded a rose pink and he could see creamy white flecks of his semen sprinkled here and there in the delicate fluffing of her red pubic hair.
Running her hands fluttering over that artistic body, the girl caressed herself, rising to fondle her breasts and play with the nipples there, drifting slowly downward over a flat, silken belly to tease fingertips into the curly furring of her pouty mound. Mark watched her as she moved ever closer, and thought that he'd never known any woman so hedonistically dedicated to the sensual pleasures of her own flesh, and just seeing her adore her body turned him on.
But he was about fucked out; he had screwed this lovely kid twice running, and both times he came the orgasms had been wild, tremendous bursts of energy, marvelously gratifying but also draining. Now he felt warm and easy, but it would be awhile before he could get another hard-on.
Fluidly, she went to her knees before him, looking up and smiling lasciviously. "You ever make it with your wife twice in a row?"
He answered, "Only when we were first married, when it was new."
Tammy lay one soft cheek against his knee. "Too bad. I mean, it's so much more fun, when you can fuck for a long time, building it up to a really heavy come. I'll bet you can go more than you think. I can turn you on some more, right now."
"I-I don't know," he said doubtfully.
"'Your old lady give you any head?" she asked, rubbing her cheek over his knee and sending little tingles creeping up his thigh.
"Alice kind of kisses my cock sometimes," he said, "but she's never really eaten it. Nobody has."
"Wow," Tammy said softly, "then I'm going to get a sort of cherry. I dig giving head, man-and getting it, too. I mean, I have no hangups at all, and I don't think anybody else should have."
Staring at the wealth of luxurious hair that was cascading down his legs, Mark didn't know what to say. His wife had never used the words-substituting "do it" or feels good-she would never say fuck or come. And she had always pulled away after kissing his prick, never touching it with her tongue. So of course, he had never gone beyond nuzzling into her belly, because even when he wanted to, Alice always put her hands, upon his head and urged him up the length of her body again.
Now this unbelievably attractive girl was telling him straight out that she wanted to give him a blow job. Even though it had been drained, his prick stirred slightly. Mark quickly finished his drink and put down the glass, drawn to stroke that glossy red hair as Tammy trailed her hot breath along his thigh, as she began to caress the calves of both legs with light and practiced fingertips.
"Just lie back and relax, lover," she said. "You'll soon have another terrific hard-on."
Mark quivered and worked his fingers into her thick hair. The girl moved her mouth up his leg, parting his knees so that she could slide deftly between them and press her firm, piquant tits into his crotch. He could feel their hard nipples poking against his lower belly, burning into his skin there.
Taking her time with each successive movement, Tammy nuzzled up to his hip, and nibbled tenderly into the ultra-sensitive flesh where his thigh joined his body. Mark trembled again, and caught his breath as she moved her warm mouth over his belly, her tongue flicking hotly now, teasing his tensed skin and delving into his belly button.
Tammy's mouth travelled all the way across his stomach, performing the same stimulating attention to his other thigh, nipping his flesh and licking it. Now he was conscious of her fingernails as they circled the root of his limp prick; they were probing into it, digging in, lifting, pushing back down. The girl's other hand toyed with the dangling sack of his emptied balls, squeezing and fondling them, lifting and lowering them in turn. Mark could feel his cock beginning to thicken as it lifted slowly.
When Tammy rolled her tongue over the softened head of his prick, Mark's legs stiffened out as he revelled in this new and thrilling sensation, in the slow, wet sliding of the girl's adept tongue over his distending glans. The rest of his shaft started to lengthen as the knob grew, a tingle in its base, a gentle throbbing spreading along the hardening meat. His balls were filling, too, the tiny machinery there frantically pumping new life in the gonads, causing them to swell.
She suddenly drew his cockhead into her mouth, scraping lightly over its flanges with her teeth, coiling her tongue around the pulsing bulb as she slid the roof of her mouth over it, as her delicate lips curled around the pole itself. Farther back, she pulled it, and farther still, until its great tip touched the velvet cup of her throat, and Mark was afraid she would choke.
But Tammy knew what she was doing, and she eased the head back out to tease the tip of her active tongue into its wet slot, to run it around and around, making his glans the center of a crazily exciting merry-go-round. And her hands were forever busy-caressing his balls, stroking his inner thighs and trailing sensuously across his tight belly, her butterfly fingertips fondling his now upright shaft
"Ummm," she murmured around his swollen cockhead, and dipped in her cheeks as she started to suck, sliding her mouth back and forth upon his rod, playing with the spongy knob, lapping the gorged veins on the underside.
Mark held his hands on that moving head, feeling her hair so lavish and glossy against his palms, moving his crotch gently from side to side.
She didn't hurry, but continued to move her tongue and mouth very slowly, obviously enjoying what she was doing, prolonging his pleasure as well as her own. From time to time, Tammy touched his shaft with the ring of her sharp little teeth, adding a titillation of tender pain to the ecstasy she was building in his prick. Moaning softly, the girl ate Mark's cock, adoring the head, lavishing love upon the shaft, caressing his balls.
Thrusting into, that hotly siphoning cavity. Mark fucked the girlish mouth, easing his cockhead back and forth across that ever busy tongue, knowing the fondling of her inner cheeks as they dipped in and out, and the fabulous welcoming of her satin throat. He used his hands to sway her head from side to side, and Tammy cupped her breasts to press them around his shaft as she sucked, rubbing them up and down the rigid, engorged meat.
"Uuuhhh!" Mark grunted, as the overwhelming power came rushing up from the spasmed contracting of his balls, as it raced up his prick and exploded from his leaping cockhead. "C-coming, baby! Coming right into your mouth and down your throat!"
His semen fountained into her eagerly receptive mouth, spitting globs of torrid come over her tongue and into the back of her throat. Tammy sucked harder, pumping her head furiously now, drawing every ounce of boiling liquid from his glans, swallowing ravenously and licking, siphoning, for more and more. The girl's mouth was a wet and slippery furnace that steamed around his prick, pulling and drawing until he had no more vital juices left to give her. Then his head fell back and his chest heaved for breath.
Tammy held her mouth around his meat for long, slow moments before sliding it away to give the head a last, lingering kiss. When she leaned back upon her knees, her red tongue flicked over her lips to blot up any residual semen she might have missed before. Those sea-green eyes were lidded, but looking up honestly into his own. "That was great," she purred. "See, I told you I could turn you on again. I'm really good at giving head, because I dig it so much, tasting and swallowing a guy's come. Some chicks spit it out, but I never do."
Mark didn't know how to cope with this fantastic little girl. Nothing in his past experience had ever been so honest and open; he had always played word games, skirting around the edges of real meanings, and never letting himself go. Now it was if he was learning sex all over again, as if he was emerging from a cocoon that had bound him tightly. He felt free, but he was also bewildered.
This kid openly admitted that she loved to suck pricks, that she had done it with other guys, just as she didn't try to hide the fact that she'd fucked others, too. There was no false coyness about Tammy, no phoniness that was supposed to make him believe he was her first and only love. She dug fucking in all its sensuous aspects, and wasn't in the least ashamed to say so.
"When you get your breath," she said, "I'd like you to go down on me. Sometimes that helps a guy get it up again, too. Man, I'm really glad your wife called me in to babysit, but I'm gladder that she had to leave town. I never fucked a married man before, and it's kind of kinky."
Mark surprised himself when he answered, "I'd like to eat your crazy little pussy, Tammy. I'd like to chew every inch of your superb body and swallow you down.
You're the most fascinating thing that ever happened to me.
Her smile was somehow ancient, laden with all the experiences and wiles of womankind since the beginning of time, and she said, "You can do anything you want to me, lover-everything you want. I dig it all, man. Like I said, no hangups at all."
The girl moved back to the couch and took a pillow from it. When she lay down upon the carpet, she hiked her ass and slid the pillow beneath it. Mark sat up in his chair and stared when Tammy spread her legs, exposing the inflamed red lips of her junior-sized pussy, showing them damp and glistening. Some of his come was still inside that alluring little slot, he realized, but the idea didn't bother him, intriguing him instead.
"Any time you're ready," she said. "And don't worry if you've never done this before. I can teach you anything you need to know, but you'll probably make it great, just doing what comes naturally."
What a gorgeous little bitch she was; what a completely adorable body, so wonderfully, and cunningly formed, her sleek legs symmetrical and shapely, her little tits sticking up, the nipples like small, ripe strawberries. Their first fucking had been so quick and eager that he hadn't even tasted those beguiling breasts, Mark thought; now he was being presented with the entire rich feast of her tiny, polished body, and he meant to make a long, mutually satisfying meal of that flawless skin, that warmly glossed flesh.
His knees were a bit weak as he got up and walked toward her, and a thought flashed through his mind what his wife would think, if Alice could get even the smallest glimpse of this lovely young girl stretched out upon her carpet, if she could see her husband equally naked and preparing to glut his innermost desires upon a nubile schoolchild body. Alice would scream and maybe even faint, he decided, then pushed the image of his wife far back in his head. This was no time to be thinking of a woman-however beautiful-that he had screwed hundreds of times; not when Tammy Bronson was waiting nude and hotly trembling for him.
Mark lay down beside her, one hand slipping between her spread thighs to cup the thrilling dampness of her curly-haired mound, feeling the tender softness of her cunt lips heated against his palm. He kissed the girl, running his tongue deeply into her avid mouth, trembling when he remembered that just a short while ago his spitting cockhead had been in there.
Then he kissed the column of her throat, and moved his lips down to trail across the little white oranges of her tits, drifting from one to the other, his tongue tapping lightly over their erectile points. When he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, it tasted of wild honey and sunshine; he sucked delicately upon it while his free hand kneaded the other delightful mound. Tammy writhed against the hand that was caressing her humid snatch, so he slipped one questing finger into its tight hole, and she gyrated sexily upon it. Inside that narrow envelope, the girl was juicy and quivering, and she rubbed her clit hungrily against his knuckle.
Changing tits for awhile, Mark laved his tongue on the second one, then pulled the entire sweet globe into his mouth, holding it there tenderly ringed with his teeth while he worked his tongue over and around the quivering nipple.
The girl was moaning softly, her hands playing over his shoulders and tingling against his spine, the sharp nailed fingers delving insinuatingly into the upper cleft of his ass. He left her breast then, drawing his mouth slowly down the center of her rib cage. Her small, lithe body arched upward as he trailed his tongue up again, far up until he could thrust it wetly into her slickly shaven armpit.
"Man, oh man!" she hissed. "That's a new place, lover."
So after biting her gently there, Mark worked back across Tammy's chest and tasted the other armpit, lapping there until it was wet as the pulsating cunt in his hand. The girl was rolling her belly then, making her crotch grind, so that she could slip the vibrant nubbin of her clitoris over his deeply jammed finger.
"G-going to make it this way," she panted, heaving her tight pussy around his stroking finger. "Oh-OH! I love being finger-fucked, too-ahh, ahh-oh, wow!"
Her narrow cunt clenched greedily around his finger as Tammy came, her dewy pubic hairs slithering back and forth. When she stopped wiggling, Mark's mouth continued its slow march down the trembling length of her perfectly smooth body. Tammy heaved once when he drove his tongue hungrily into her navel, and again as he sucked it. As Mark dipped lower, his nostrils flared at the perfume rising from her feverish pussy.
He drew in the delicious aroma of her trembling mound, smelling the very attar of female, a sweetly pungent spice that sent a renewed hunger racing throughout his body. Mark could see up close the captivating fluff of her pubic hair, those ringleted curls glowing with the rich color of life itself. And peeping through them, he made out the swollen labia, turned scarlet with excitement, glistening in the damp pliancy of their readiness.
Mark licked a tongue into the hairs, feeling them so soft against his chin. Then, turning his head, he rubbed his cheek up and down the delectable, downy crotch, sliding it across those humid cunt lips. They were spongy, rubbery with a special giving life, and he loved the feel of them against his chin.
He kissed them, drawing his quivering tongue down the tasty length of the girl's gorgeous labia, learning the honeyed taste of them, the soft fire of them in his mouth. Probing delicately, Mark reached into the cunt lips, pushing his tongue between them as they opened gladly for his entrance. Tammy's belly rolled as she lifted to him, spreading her glossy thighs even wider, her small hands reaching down for his head, so that they could urge his face deeper into her heaving snatch.
Taking a deep breath, Mark plunged his mouth into the sweetly throbbing pussy, driving his tongue full length into the tight and steaming hole, grinding his lips into the flexing labia. She was flavored with wild heat inside, spiced by fragrant oils of passion, and he lapped at those juices as if they were priceless champagne.
"That's it," Tammy moaned. "Oh lover, that's the way. Reach your tongue all the way up inside my cunt and feel around with it. I want to feel you all over my pussy-ahh, man; that's good, so good!"
Her crotch was lifting and falling, and Tammy brought her silken thighs around to clamp them against his head. Her hands shoved him deeper into her inflamed pussy, and Mark ate there happily, sucking the juicy cunt lips into his mouth, then shoving them back into position with his ramrodding tongue. Licking up, he found the clitoral hood, and pried beneath its protective folds to discover the little button lifted there.
"Oooh!" Tammy cried. "Perfect, darling-just perfect! You're driving me freaky-oooh! Suck my clit, lover-eat my cunt until I just can't stand it any longer-ahh, ahh!" The girl's pelvis was moving in a strong, timed rhythm, her luxurious cunt hairs rubbing into Mark's nose, his cheeks, his wet chin. He chewed blissfully into the searing folds of her vagina, revelling in every humping motion that told him he was thrilling her. He tried drawing the girl's entire vulva into his mouth, so he could suck upon it like a sugared orange, draining her flavorful juices down his throat.
Burrowing hungrily into her savory body, he caught Tammy's vibrant clit between tender teeth and worried it, sucked it, gnawed the hood. The girl surged violently against his mouth then, hiking her small ass in his caressing hands, clamping down upon his head with her burnished thighs as she fucked his face with strong, driving thrusts.
"B-beautiful!" she hissed from between locked teeth. "Oh man, you're beautiful-eating my cunt, loving my pussy with your mouth, m-m'lange me come-oh wow! I'm coming, daddy-COMING!"
Mark seemed to feel an extra rush of oils, and sucked lustily to drain them off, his throat avid for the slippery goodness, his tongue racing wildly against the jerking clitoris as Tammy hit a frantic orgasm, undulating her crotch against his eager mouth. The lovely, smooth cheeks of her tiny ass clenched in his palms as the girl reached a soaring climax, then fell back only to begin grinding again, stroking and wiggling voluptuously into his teeth, her scorching pussy riding his tongue as if it were a deeply buried cock.
Tearing his dripping mouth free, Mark forced her thighs wide and crawled up her threshing body, his swollen cockhead reaching blindly for the shuddering lips of her mini-pussy. Tammy had been right; eating that adorable snatch had turned him on again, brought the blood rushing back into his prick, turning it stiff and sturdy once again. His cockhead slid along her grinding cunt lips, slipped off in the hot juiciness and reached again. Mark had to put one hand on the kid's heaving belly to hold her in place while he used his other hand to steer the knob of his prick directly into those dainty lips.
Once the tip was forced inside, he shoved the head powerfully home, slamming it deep without thinking of hurting her. The girlish cunt stretched to take in his meat, hot and syrupy around his shaft. Mark hammered his rod all the way to his swinging balls, the cockhead touching bottom against the sponge of her cervix. Fucking the twisting, bucking girl savagely, he sledged his prick brutally into that velvet and clinging pussy, making Tammy groan at his penetrating strength.
And when his come went off like a bomb inside the girl's cunt, she cried out in rapture.
CHAPTER THREE
Tammy had to be home by midnight, and he kissed her lingeringly at the door before she left. "Back early tomorrow," she said, "it's Saturday and there's no school."
"Great," he said, wishing he could take this fantastic girl to bed and keep her snuggled there all night, even though he was drained.
Mark made it to the kitchen where he put together a hero sandwich and chased it with two quick beers. He cocked an ear at the nursery, but the baby was still sound asleep in his crib. He and Tammy would have the entire weekend together, because the old-maid housekeeper wasn't due until Monday morning. Miss Jessup would clean the house, care for the kid, and have dinner on the table when Mark came home from work, but then she'd split, and Tammy would come take over for the evening. It was a workable arrangement, leaving Mark only the few hours between midnight and seven a.m. to take care of the baby, if the kid needed it; he was a pretty good sleeper.
Damn, he thought; he hadn't been so turned on in his life. Beautiful little Tammy was really a sexpot. A juicy, practiced fucking machine who was constantly hot and ready to go. Young as the girl was, she'd certainly taught him a few lessons in sexuality, probably the most important being how to simply let himself go. So much screwing, one orgasm after the other; it was more than he could believe of himself, and yet he was already looking forward to seeing Tammy in the morning, the memory of her sweet and tender little pussy still vivid in his mind.
He thought of his wife four hundred miles away, and knew a momentary twinge of guilt. Mark Ashland was the faithful husband, the guy who was never going to screw around with strange pussy, because he was married to a beautiful, sexy woman who was also true to him. Whatever the hell that meant. Mark dropped empty beer cans into the trashcan and put his sandwich plate into the sink. Didn't his wife ever fantasize, pretend that she was fucking someone else when he had his prick in her?
Maybe women were different that way, but he knew he often pretended that Alice was Some other chick, the office secretary, the long-legged dancer he'd watched on TV, a tanned young girl riding her bicycle down the block. Somehow, that made the fucking better, because it was different. But Mark had never really thought he'd go beyond dreaming.
Now Tammy had come into his life, and come was the word. He had pumped that fascinating, charming little girl full of his semen, and his balls stirred as he remembered how she had sucked a load from his flexing cockhead. Even now, he could taste the flavor of her young cunt in his mouth, clinging there like expensive and romantic perfume. What a fuck she was; how hot and tight and wiggly. It would take a guy a hell of a long time to get enough of that wondrous velvet pussy, if ever.
And it wasn't only the kid's stunning loveliness and her tempestuous way of screwing. What really got to him was her honesty and lack of shame, her absence of embarrassment. She had seduced him, not the other way around, as if she was by far the wiser and more experienced, and he had to admit she was all that and more. Mark wondered how long she had been fucking, if she d started at fourteen, or even younger.
Then he wondered what his wife's reaction would be, if she ever found out he had been putting the prick to a sixteen-year-old girl. Alice would go straight up the wall, yelling things about divorce and community property, he thought. There would be no way of explaining to her, or of even trying. She could never grasp the concept of his being able to lose himself in another cunt, and still have a lifetime commitment to her.
He needed a shower, but he was just too damned tired. After looking in on the nursery, Mark went into his own bedroom and climbed between the sheets. He stared upward into the dark for only a few seconds, then sleep hit him between the eyes like a sledgehammer.
Mark woke up feeling great, loose and rested. He lifted to one elbow, hearing Tammy already moving about the kitchen, doing things with bottles and formulas. Good, he thought; he hadn't been dreaming the girl then. Getting out of bed, he hurried into the shower, soaping himself heavily and standing a long time under hot water, then switching to an icy needle spray that cleared the last vestiges of sleep from his mind.
Shaving, he thought of the girl, of how her trim little ass moved so enticingly beneath tight jeans, of those tip-tilted breasts so firm and rounded, and his prick lifted beneath his robe. Would she be ready for more fucking, so early in the day? He thought so; Tammy was a kid who was fast impressing him as someone whose entire life was dedicated to getting the most out of her existence. Mark couldn't knock that He thought about putting on a jumpsuit, then discarded the idea, since he'd probably be whipping out of his robe pretty soon, anyway. The baby would be bathed, fed, and tucked away for a long nap. That would give Tammy and himself plenty of time to renew their sensual acquaintance, taking up where they had left off the night before. Mark was ready to go around again, to do everything they had done last night, fucking and sucking and changing positions as the urge struck them.
Smiling, he went down the hall and across the living room, then into the kitchen. His smile froze when Mark saw a strange girl with Tammy, a tall and lissome young girl with a sensual Latin look.
'Hi,' Tammy said. "I didn't think you'd mind if Gina came with me this morning. She's my best friend."
"N-no," Mark said, "of course not." He pulled his robe closer about his body and went to the coffee pot. Maybe Tammy was putting him down already, changing her mind about fucking a married man. But that wasn't like what he knew of her; if she thought that, Tammy would come right out and say it.
When he turned, sipping the coffee, Tammy said, "This is Gina Calabrese; she's six months younger than me, but we've always hung around together. Gina-this is Mark Ashland, the guy I was telling you about."
Hi, ' Gina murmured, and he saw that she was also an exceedingly attractive girl, totally different from the tiny, elegant Tammy, but compelling in her own way. She was about five-eight, Mark estimated, with midnight black hair cut short and curling around her ears; her olive and rose complexion setting off the flashing black eyes tilted just a bit at their comers. The girl's lips were full and damply red, her teeth white and even as she smiled at him from the table. Gina wore a miniskirt that exposed exceptionally long, sleek legs to view, and although her tall body was slim almost to the point of thinness, her breasts lifted arrogantly against the thin material of her blouse, their nipples proudly unconfined by a bra.
"The kid doing okay?" Mark asked.
Tammy nodded. "Bathed and powdered and finishing up his bottle. He'll be napping in a few minutes. How about breakfast? Gina is a fabulous cook."
"Sure," Mark said, sitting down with his coffee. Had Tammy shared their secret with her girlfriend, telling this Gina everything that had gone on between them last night? Kids did that with their buddies, he recalled, but the idea worried him. Word could too easily get around, and his wife would hear it sooner or later. And how about some nosey old biddy who might decide it was her duty to report him for corrupting a minor. What the hell was the rap for statutory rape?
Gina was at the stove doing things with eggs and spices when Tammy came over to touch his cheek and say, "Hey, lover; you're frowning. Hang loose, man; Gina is cool. In fact, I asked her to come over today so we could all get together. I told her what a far-out lover you are, and Gina wants to try you. That's okay, isn't it?"
Mark damned near choked on his coffee. He'd never had anything like this happen before-one girl bringing another around for him to screw.
Huskily, Gina said from the stove, "I never swung with a married guy before, or anybody older than the kids we rim with. I got all excited when Tammy told me about you, man."
Mark swallowed and said, "I-you girls shake me up. I don't know what the hell to say, but-sure, sure. Why not?"
Tammy laughed delightedly. "See, Gina-I told you he was great. We're really going to ball today. I'll bet that Mark never fucked two girls at once, have you lover?"
Gina slid a savory omelet before him, backed by bacon and buttered toast. He said, "I think I'm going to need all my strength." His mind was spinning, trying to adjust to this new concept, but his body was warm and willing. Mark's prick lifted beneath his robe, the head going very sensitive and tender; he could feel a little seepage of pre-seminal fluid already gathering at the knob tip.
Here it was broad-open daylight, in his own home, and two lovely, sensuous young girls were chatting casually about screwing him. He got a mental flash of their naked bodies, one so tiny and beguiling, the other tall and darker, a fascinating difference in body styles and confirmation. Arabian Nights in the morning, he thought dazedly, and ate his omelet quickly. Cleaning his plate, Mark had two more cups of coffee, glancing often at the laughing girls who were sharing breakfast with him, and who would soon be sharing their alluring young bodies.
He wondered how to go about it, if he should screw Gina first, or if he ought to kind of switch back and forth between the girls, his eager prick taking a juicy sample from one lush pussy, then the other. Mark had no idea, but realized he could leave it all up to the girls themselves. Tammy would certainly lead him into whatever form of fucking was standard for a trio.
"Go on into the living room," Tammy said. "We'll clean up here and be with you in a few minutes, lover. And hey-don't worry about anything, right? Just hang loose man, and let it happen."
He had two quick shots of bourbon, anyhow, and was letting the stuff warm his belly as he sat on the couch, waiting for them to appear. Then he got up nervously to draw the drapes and flick on a table lamp-to slide a tape into the stereo. Mark's back was to them when he heard them giggle and turned to watch them stroll into the living room, hand in hand.
The sight of them together hit him in the groin; they were both stripped, walking proudly and gracefully toward him, two sweetly naked bodies glistening with-youth and exuberance, so different, yet much alike in attitude, open-faced and anticipating.
Gina was lovely; her olive skin was flawless, smooth and polished. Her tits weren't much bigger than Tammy's, but firm and erect, the longer nipples like ripe olives. Long and tall, the girl was very slim, like the models in women's magazines, and moved fluidly, the rich, luxurious hair clustered shaggy around her pussy, shining black as midnight and looking springy, so deep Mark couldn't see the cunt lips he knew were pouting there.
And little Tammy was intriguing as ever, a miniature Venus sculpted artistically, her creamy skin glowing, little apple tits pert and jouncy, her gloriously compact snatch all feathered with that red pubic hair. The girl's hips swung suggestively, bumping against Gina's flanks, and when they came close to Mark, he opened his arms and took them in.
His hands slid down the thrilling curves of their smooth backs, to rest upon the upper mounds of their solid young asses, and he pulled them close, to feel the damp warmth of their cunts press into his thighs, to know the caress of their matched tits against his chest. Gina's uplifted mouth found his first, and he sampled the softness of her strange lips, discovering the hot mobility of her tongue and the honey of her avid mouth.
Then he kissed little Tammy, revelling in the quick thrusting of the girl's tongue, and the remembered flavors of her lips, so sweet and warmly eager. Their hands were at his robe, and he had to let them go so they could lift his arms from the sleeves, and the robe could be dropped to the floor. Naked then, he pressed against the pulsing bodies, rubbing his distended cockhead against Gina's sleek belly, then into Tammy's rib cage, nudging the tiny girl's breasts with its leaking tip.
Gina's finger played lightly over his stiff shaft, and she whispered, "It's a far-out prick, man-bigger than I ever fucked. But if Tammy can handle all this meat, so can I."
Tammy's small hands pushed him gently backward to the long, low couch, and he went obediently, his body gone taut and expectant, willing to do anything and everything these beautiful girls might ask of him.
"You ever hear of the Kama Sutra?" Tammy asked as he settled upon the couch with his aching prick sticking up like a flagpole. "There's a lot of far-out tricks in that book, but one of them is for the guy to just he real still, not even moving a muscle, while the girl works him over any way she wants to. Only now it'll be both of us doing it to you, Mark. And believe me, it's more fun if you don't even reach for us, if you just he quietly and let us do our thing."
His mouth was dry, but he said, "Okay, I'm willing to learn. Just take over." Already, his skin felt as if it was drawn tight as kite paper, and his flesh throbbed while the pressure built up within his balls, while his prick quivered and his juice dribbled down the head of it.
"Lie flat," Gina purred, her hands moving over his body, tingling along his skin. "That's right, on your back. Man, oh man-this is really a great cock."
The girl's fingertips played across the swollen head, slippery in its leakage, caressing the veined shaft and working down to prowl in his hairy sack before fluttering up again to tantalize the glans. Mark's shaft trembled, and it was all he could do to keep himself from reaching up to fondle this new and delicious-looking body when Gina lifted one leg over him, giving him an interesting flash of her darkly haired pussy. She was straddling his supine body then, one knee on each side of him, her skin feeling like warmed satin against his hips. But he kept his hands folded across his chest, against the thumping of his heart He watched Gina position herself, those rich, very slim thighs spread and the opulent thatch of her pubic hair glistening above the puffy knob of his upright shaft. The girl was making her hips do slow, tick tock movements, swinging them back and forth as her hands played sexily over her own body, caressing the nipples of her tits, rolling the ripe olive points between her fingers, then sliding down to fondle across her rippling belly.
Mark's fingers crawled, digging into his chest because he craved to grab Gina's thighs, to cup the narrow cheeks of her sleek ass and know the feel of them against his palms. He wanted to probe that cunt hair with his fingers, to reach into that furry nest and find the palpitating humidity of the girl's labia.
But he adhered to the rules they had put down: no moving, lie still and wait. It was tough, but it was also weirdly stimulating, being turned into an obedient sex object for these gorgeous chicks to gratify their bodily hungers upon.
As Gina began to lower her crotch, Tammy said softly, "Oh, let me," and wrapped her childish fingers around his prick to guide the shivering head up into the descending, sultry cunt hairs. Gina's fingers were splayed on the outsides of her taut thighs when the tip of Mark's cock touched her mound. She squirmed just a little, and Tammy set the glans directly into the welcoming labia, peering intently to see that she was doing it just right.
"Go, baby," Tammy said then, "take that big prick up into your sweet pussy and fuck it real good."
Mark trembled as he felt his cockhead penetrate the generously curling pubic hairs, as he knew that first touch of hot wetness that signalled the kiss of Gina's labia. The girl pushed down, spreading her yielding cunt lips so that his flanged knob could work up between them. All that pussy hair closed around his prick like a furry cloak, and Mark fought himself to keep from lifting his ass and driving his rigid pole home.
Slowly, teasingly, Gina's crotch moved down an inch at a time, and the head of his shaft slid into her juicy young snatch, the satin folds of that new and sizzling vagina closing about its hardness like so many slippery rubber bands. Sighing, biting her ripe lips, the girl slid farther down, and Mark's joint reached deeper, felt higher into that clenching pussy, discovering its greasy and torrid caress. Her hairy crotch came down against the base of his embedded prick, and the meat was buried full length into her oily socket.
"Wow," Gina gasped. "I can feel the head of his prick all the way up into my belly. It's so long and hard, all round and slick-"
Rolling her lithe, well-muscled ass, she forced Mark's knob around inside the tight and narrow slot of her pussy, still digging her fingernails into the smooth flesh of her own spread thighs. The tall girl's tits wobbled when she swayed from side to side, and Mark glanced from the comer of his eye to see little Tammy's lovely face entranced as she watched the screwing from up close.
He saw her fragile hand reach up, and felt it between his legs. Tammy was fondling his balls as the other girl's svelte ass lifted and fell, her fingers slipping up when most of his greasy shaft was exposed, then down as Gina's cunt covered it to the base again. The sensation was terrific, and Mark groaned.
"Lie still!" Tammy commanded, nails raking the underside of his oily cock, and Mark subsided, but his thigh muscles were taut and he could feel his toes curling.
Gina's cunt was boiling around his prick, her strokes gathering speed with the concentric movements of her well-trained ass, her juicy labia writhing around his root. Rich, slurping noises spread from her working snatch, and little sprays of the girl's hot love juices were wetting his lower belly.
Then she suddenly leaned forward and caught his head in both frantic hands, driving her open mouth down upon his to feed him the hungry serpent of her tongue, to clash her teeth along his and blend her panting breath with his own. Gina's twisting ass heaved in shorter, surging spasms, her searing cunt walls grasping his buried cock and shaking it, hidden muscles biting down upon the sensitive head.
She hissed it into his mouth: "Oh, you sweet, hard cocked man-I'm coming now-I'm riding your prick like this and like this, and I'm coming-coming big!"
Tammy's fingers squeezed his balls as they leaped upward, giving impetus to the powerful rush of semen that hurtled along his shivering prick and came spitting from the flexing head. Mark pumped his come into the girl's jerking pussy with strong, bursting gushes, bathing her cunt with the bubbling stuff, raining the juice thick and rich against her womb and feeling it gather around his shaft like a cupful of small and very slippery oysters.
It was one hell of an orgasm, he thought dizzily, fired into yet another strange young pussy-and the day was just starting.
CHAPTER FOUR
They were very wise, he thought, these girls who gave him time to rest and recover, but always kept him aroused, always balanced upon the edge of need. Gina brought him a cold drink, and Tammy rubbed his back, skillfully manipulating the muscles there. Half hard, Mark's prick was still damp and oily from its recent fucking by the new girl, yet very sensitive and only partially relaxed. From what he had learned of Tammy and her friend, they could bring his cock to almost instant attention, any time they wished, and he enjoyed the idea.
"Wasn't it freaky?" Tammy asked, her elfin face tilted to one side, those sea-green eyes studying him. "I get almost as much kick from watching and helping somebody fuck, as I do by getting screwed myself."
Mark sighed. "You girls make me feel kind of dumb and out of date, but it's also great, as if a lot of old wrappings are falling off."
Nodding sagely, Gina cut her dark eyes at him and said, "That's because you're learning to be free, man-to get rid of your hangups and all that crappy old programming. I could never understand why people just a little bit older than us get so uptight about fucking, and pretend that it has to be a certain way, or it's no good. Bullshit, man; fucking is fucking, and it's there to dig." Tammy curled on the carpet beside the couch, her bare breast nudging his arm. "Yeah-my mom's always lecturing me to save it until I'm married; like I'd marry some guy without knowing if we made it good together."
Gina grinned. "I know what you mean. When my old lady swings with my dad-which isn't all that often-they have to go through a regular routine, a couple of drinks, some music, then they sneak off to bed and keep the lights out. I wonder if they've ever seen each other bare-assed."
Mark rolled over. "It isn't all that bad with my wife and me. We've just fallen into a habit, and neither of us has ever told the other what we dig most. I guess we're afraid to open up and be honest, afraid of hurting somebody's feelings."
"Your wife looks like she'd be a real ball," Tammy said. "A real sexpot. I know a lot of guys in the neighborhood that wish they could get into her snatch, but of course, all they do is look and dream."
Mark wasn't certain he liked the idea of some neighbor sweating out his wife, Some horny old man maybe, watching her walk down the street, or trying to peep up her dress when she swung her ripe, full legs into the car. But what the hell, he told himself; guys were always looking and dreaming, as Tammy said, and Alice was a fine, eye-catching woman. Maybe she'd get more turned on, if a stranger did manage to get into her panties. He pushed that image aside, even though he knew the rejection was caused by the old double standard, the one that insisted it was okay for a man to screw around, but which condemned a woman for doing the same thing.
To get away from the subject, he asked, "How long have you girls been swinging? I was a little older than you before I got my first piece of ass, and even then, I had to pay for it. I was so damned scared, the whore had to play with it before I could get hard."
They laughed together, and Tammy said, "I fucked a boy when I was twelve, but it wasn't very good. He didn't know what he was doing, either, and it was kind of messy. I didn't try again for almost a year, when my uncle came to visit and kept pulling me up on his lap. He always got stiff when I wiggled there, but he doesn't have a very big cock, so I thought I'd let him screw me. Even then, I had to push it, because he didn't have the guts to really go after my girlish little ass. But he did know a lot about screwing, and I dug it fine, after that."
Mark lifted an eyebrow. "Your uncle?"
"Why not? Incest is just another word, man. And he's much older than you. Maybe that's why older guys get me all hot and bothered. I don't know, but I don't knock it." Tammy's pert face was bright and open, her eyes dancing.
Then Gina said, "You want to know about me? I guess I was retarded. I didn't lose my cherry until I was thirteen and a half. There was this guy who thought I was eighteen; I've always been tall for my age, and with my hair fixed right, and wearing eye shadow, I can look older. Anyhow, I sneaked out to meet him and we'd go park in his car. The first time he put his hand on my pussy, I fell apart. I mean, not that I hadn't been fingering myself before that, but this wasn't my own hand, and I almost creamed before he got his finger inside my cunt. I was that ready, man. He must have wondered a little because I was so tight and all, but a stiff prick doesn't ask questions, right?"
Tammy laughed and Mark smiled. Gina went on: "Well, when my first lover found out I wasn't even fourteen years old, that scared the balls off him, and he split.
I mean he left town and I never saw him again. Come to think of it, he wasn't much of a screw anyway, but he did show me I could ball. And since it's confession time, how about your old lady? Did you fuck her before you were married?"
"Just twice," Mark admitted. "Then Alice got the idea that I'd leave her, if she kept putting out, so she kept her legs closed until the honeymoon. Look-she isn't really uptight about sex, only sort of old-fashioned."
"Then I'm sorry for her," Tammy said. "She's missing a lot, just like you were-until yesterday. You going to finish that drink, so I can get at you?"
Draining his glass, Mark put it upon the end table.
"Passive again?"
Tammy brushed her warm lips across his mouth. "Not likely. Now that you've come once, you can take your time with us. I'd like you to fuck me, then change off with Gina, just going back and forth from one pussy to the other until you can't hold off any more."
Mark felt a delicious shiver of anticipation; his wildest erotic dreams were all coming true. This pair of lovely young girls were giving him everything he had ever imagined, and they would probably come up with a few tricks he'd never thought about. Whatever those were, he'd go happily with them. Now that he was able to let himself go, he'd do anything these hot little beauties asked, no matter how weird it might seem at the moment.
Hell, he thought; he'd stand on his head and let these sexy chicks pound salt up his ass, if that's what they wanted. Especially after the kids dragged him off the couch onto the floor, placing him there with his prick throbbing erect, because they nuzzled their faces into it from each side, their tongues licking hotly up and down the distended shaft. Giggling together, they kissed each other, then went back to nibbling along his stiff rod, barely flicking the aching head with wet tongue tips, because evidently they didn't mean to eat his prick yet.
But having two lovely young girls doing that to him made Mark's asshole contract, and he thought that he'd have them go all the way with that scene, later on. If he had the strength left, he thought, then reminded himself of what Tammy had said: you'll be surprised how often you can come, once you let yourself go.
They moved back from teasing him, and he saw that they were staring into each other's eyes, their mouths damp. Leaning across his body, they held hands as they kissed, and he could see their red tongues moving together. Damn, he thought, watching their hands rise to cup each other's tits, he was seeing two females caress each other for the first time, too-and the sight made him even .more horny. Mark wanted to see more, to have them go down on each other and play sixty-nine, to see their sweet faces buried in equally sweet cunts, both of them heaving and wiggling their sleek asses.
Time for that, too, he thought, as the girls separated he came to his knees. They stretched out on their backs, still holding hands, their thighs spread and the triangle patches of their pubic hair glistening damply.
Mark feasted his eyes upon their burnished, smooth bodies, moving back and forth from the strawberry nip pies of Tammy's round apple breasts to the dark erections of Gina's olive tits, from Gina's rose-olive length of slowly undulating flesh to the tiny and exquisite perfection of Tammy's superb form. He peered at the red, curling hairs on the little girl's cunt, at the black ones richly thatching Gina's pussy.
He'd been into both these ardent and adorable slits, let go loads of his joyous semen into both, felt their lips siphoning at his cock root, known the fondling of their cracks against his eager balls. It was pure joy to just kneel there and stare at them, relishing the moment and drawing it out, knowing that his prick would be sliding into each of them in turn.
Climbing over the girls, he put his right knee between Gina's long, lean thighs, his left one between Tammy's doll-like legs, lowering his ass until he was sitting lightly upon their shins and feeling the double lengths of them so warmly thrilling against his ass. Mark reached out and down, stirring the two sets of moist pubic hairs with gentle fingertips, tenderly probing the feathery forests to find the humid pussy lips and stroke their trembling lengths.
Tammy snuggled her crotch up at him, while Gina rolled hers slowly. Mark turned his hand so that he could curl the middle fingers of each and push them slowly but firmly into the quivering labia, passing easily through the wet outer lips and prying open the tighter inner ones. Then he had a finger up each girl's narrow hot cunt, deep into their succulent holes, their love oils greasing him as both passionate chicks squirmed happily.
Finger-fucking them, Mark cupped his other spread fingers under their wiggling asses, his thumbs bearing down upon the upper mounds of their surging cunts, applying gentle pressure to the clitoral hoods. He watched them grind, felt both girls twist and hump on his sliding fingers within their scorching little sheaths, working his hands to give them the greatest pleasure possible.
Tammy came first, crying out and biting her lips as she grabbed his wrist with her free hand and screwing wildly as she hunched to an orgasm. Gina was only a few heartbeats slower, pumping her avid snatch furiously against his buried finger and giving her pelvis free rein. The girl's long, slim legs curled, one of them lifting into the crack of his ass, the other drawing up so that she could brace one narrow foot against his shoulder. As the dark girl reached her climax, she moaned, her head rolling from side to side.
Mark let them drift off his slippery fingers bit by bit, and at last withdrew from the juicy confines of their loving cunts. His prick was standing tall and rigid now, its bulbous tip smeared with ready fluid, so he lifted his right knee from between Gina's olive thighs and placed it beside his left one. As he used one hand to bend his hard cock down and aim it into the steamy pussy beckoning soft scarlet, Tammy's eyes fluttered open and she smiled hotly at him, heavy-lidded and sensuous.
He set the head of his prick against the wetly quaking lips of that adorable mini-pussy, seeing again how child-like it was, how completely and tantalizingly beautiful a cunt could be. When he began to shove his meat into Tammy's feverish snatch, she lifted her gleaming belly to meet his stroke, opening the tight notch wide for the entrance of his shaft. Velvet and oils, the tiny lips expanded and he drove strongly into them, forcing them open and reaching far up into the narrow, clinging depths of the girl's pulsating gash.
Sliding home to the hilt, his cockhead stopped by the cup of her womb, his balls nestling into the cleft of Tammy's fabulous ass, Mark buried his pole in her, holding it locked firmly there for long, thrilling moments. When her legs reached into the air and her feet felt for a grip behind his knees, he tilted her back and back, rolling the small, writhing body upon its shoulderblades, both his hands gripping the dainty thighs and keeping them wide apart. Tammy moaned as his cockhead raked her spongy bottom, and her furry pelvis began to vibrate furiously.
She was almost upside down when Mark started to pump his hard pole in and out of the girl's gnawing, sucking pussy. Each long, slow thrust shook her entire body and forced little grunts of delight from her open mouth. He wanted to fuck her forever, to continue easing his prong in and out of that satin cunt while her inner lubrication turned creamy around it. She was so damned sweet and so damned beautiful, and her pussy was made of the finest silks, shaping itself tightly and lovingly to his moving prick.
"Mark-Mark!" she cried. "Oh my darling-my lover man-ooh! You're tearing me up, but I love it, love it! Fucking me so deep, so strong-oohh! Fuck me, my main man-fuck me and fuck me!"
Her straining thighs went tense in his hands, and he gave her one more corkscrewing thrust, impaling her swivelling cunt to its very depths as Tammy came. She hung there, her tits heaving and a fine sheen of sweat glistening across her modelled little belly as wave after wave of ecstasy shook her body and made her honeyed pussy clench and loosen, snap tight and let go.
"Oh man," Gina Calabrese breathed in awe. "That was really a terrific screwing."
Tammy's body went limp and Mark lowered the girl tenderly to the carpet, pulling out his cock by degrees, until the oily, polished head snapped free. The girl's cunt lips seemed reluctant to let it go.
"Now me," Gina said excitedly. "Now fuck me, lover man, while your big prick is still all slick with Tammy's cunt juice."
Gladly, Mark climbed over and plunged his sensitized cockhead firmly into the black and shaggy fur of Gina's pulsing cunt. It slipped easily into her sizzling hole because she was so turned on, and delved the girl's satin depths with the first thrust. Gina's pussy wasn't as small as Tammy's miniature snatch, but it was still tight and highly active, moving with small tidal waves of lust around his prick, caressing the length of his meat with trained and eager vaginal walls.
Her ass gyrating, her pelvis seesawing across his, Gina fucked strongly, raising those long, almost thin legs to curl them around the small of his back, locking them there while her crotch struck at his. Mark struggled to hold back, fought not to come, because he wanted to shoot his next load into little Tammy's precious cunt. Holding the girl by the smooth and flexing cheeks of her slim ass, he allowed her to ride rapturously upon his buried shaft, but he tried to think of something else, to not concentrate too much upon the blazing young pussy that was trying to devour his hard cock.
Alice. He thought of his wife four hundred miles away, of her pale blonde and ripe beauty, of her shocked reaction if she could see him now, pounding his prick into a flaming juvenile snatch, while another lovely and naked kid lay panting, freshly fucked beside them. Alice could never understand the long pent-up emotions that had led him into this, never grasp the idea that these marvelous young cunts were teaching him complete freedom.
His wife would be horrified, stunned speechless, and he realized he would probably have the same reaction, if he was to walk in and catch some tanned young boy pouring the meat to Alice, rutting and humping between her plump white thighs.
"Oh yeah, yeah!" Gina cried out. "Lay that sweet cock up me, lover man. Ram it home in my pussy-oh yeah, yeah!"
Concentrate, he thought; hang in there and make Gina come, but try and hold back his own semen. Turning his head, he saw Tammy watching them, one frail hand cupping her pussy, the other reaching out to caress the nearest cheek of his ass. What if Alice would do something like that? Suppose his wife could go along with seeing him stick it to these girls, and not get turned off, but be made so hot she couldn't stand it? That would be freaky, he thought; freaky but terrific, for then he'd have three lush and juicy cunts to fuck.
"F-fuck me!" Gina moaned, wiggling and bucking around his stroking prick. "Oh man, put that meat to me-oohh! Ahh, darling-you're making me come-I'm coming!"
Mark felt the gripping of the girl's fiery pussy as she trembled to the crest of her orgasm, knew the suctioning of the vaginal walls when Gina quivered violently in the grip of her passion, surging and squirming voluptuously when she came. Her long legs squeezed his body, and her arms were around his neck, her mouth clamping to his own while her wet tongue ran mad between his open lips.
When she relaxed, it was only with the greatest effort that Mark kept from spurting his held-back come into her devoted pussy. As her legs slipped down, he backed his cock quickly out of her snatch and sat back on his heels to let it cool for a few moments.
Tammy said quietly, "Oh, you saved it for me. That's far-out, darling."
"I already came once into Gina," Mark answered. "She'll have to wait awhile. Right now, I want to shove this aching prick back into your sweet little cunt and let it all go."
Tammy rolled to her feet. "Wait a second. Lie down on your back, so I can ride you. This way, I can keep on screwing, even after you come."
He obeyed the little princess, dropping back and stretching himself. Rut before she mounted him, Mark felt something strange, a hotness closing like melted butter over several toes of his right foot. Craning his neck, he looked around to see Gina guiding them into the hairy lips of her dripping pussy.
Then all he could see was the slicked-down pubic hairs of Tammy's junior-sized cunt poised above his up right cockhead, and he watched her tiny hands come down to carefully point the bulb up into the descending scarlet lips. Bracing himself, wiggling his toes into the juicy oven of Gina's pussy, Mark felt his glans being covered by the plush and twitching labia of the girl-child's enchanted cunt.
Sighing as Tammy came gracefully down upon his rod, Mark hung loose and let it happen, knowing the incomparable caress of the girl's impossibly narrow, hot pussy as it slid comfortingly over his pole. This vagina was nothing but magic, tempting and fulfilling, promising and paying off, all buttered velvets and oiled silks, making a piston of his shaft, slipping up and down upon it with teasing, grinding movements so sensuous that they thrilled Mark to the core of his being.
He fondled the small, shapely ass, feeling into the near-hairless cleft, playing a fingertip into the miniscule pucker there. Tammy jockeyed upon his shaft, now bringing her feet forward so that their soles were placed flat against his heaving chest, using both hands to balance herself atop his body, her knees veed apart and wantonly bouncing on his embedded prick.
Laughing gaily, the small girl levered herself up and down, rolling her hips from side to side and using trained, adept vaginal sheathing to caress his cock as she bathed it with lotions. Mark couldn't restrain himself a moment longer. Digging his nails into Tammy's buttocks, he jammed his cockhead deep and let go with a skyrocketing explosion of boding come.
CHAPTER FIVE
They broke for showers and lunch, and Tammy took care of the baby. Mark needed a little time, because not only was his body going through a lot of changes, but there were still adjustments for him to make in his head. Not many of those, he admitted, lolling back on his bed and listening to Gina taking a bath, but a few doubts remained. He had plunged into something not planned, and was already in over his depth.
There was no possible way for him to back out of this sexual entanglement now, because he simply didn't want to. Never had he felt so wanted, so free to do as he damned well pleased, and wasn't about to give up this new-found freedom in order to return to a boring and programmed lifestyle.
He still loved his wife, and there was the baby. But if Alice somehow discovered he'd been screwing a pair of teenage girls, there'd have to be a confrontation with her, and if that meant she'd chase him out of the house, so be it. He'd get an apartment somewhere, missing his wife and child, but clinging to the new, swinging personality the girls had shown him was possible.
Gina came from her bath all dewy fresh, her thin, elegant body proudly naked, towelling her skin until it glowed. Tall as she was, the girl looked child-like and vulnerable as she sway-hipped toward him, but as she came closer her innate sexuality reached out, vibrant and powerful, forcing Mark to realize that she was all female. More, Gina was happy in her young womanhood, glorying in her sensual force and not attempting to hide it.
Smiling at him, she said, "It's groovy to have a whole house to swing in. I mean, balling with the other guys, we're always kind of sneaking around, always in a hurry. With you, Tammy and I can really relax, and think up new things to do. Besides, I really dig you and that big cock, man."
Climbing off the bed, Mark patted her slim ass. "I dig you, too, Gina. You girls have taught me a lot that I don't want to ever forget."
He went into the shower and scrubbed down, soaking in hot water and looking down at his shrunken prick, still amazed that it could rejuvenate itself so often, that it could perform through all those long-lasting fuck sessions. But the girls knew exactly which erotic buttons to push, and could turn him on at will, sending a jolt of electricity through his balls and up into his shaft to harden it for more. He could last longer now, feeding his meat continuously into those new and terrifically exciting cunts.
When she returned, Alice would be surprised at his stamina, he thought-or would he get as turned on with his own wife? Mark didn't know the answer to that, and wouldn't, until his wife balled him once again.
Gina was waiting for him when he finished, and held his hand like a school kid as they went back into the main part of the house. Then she took over the baby while Tammy had her bath, playing with him as Mark slowly drank a cold and reviving beer. He watched the little redhead come bounding toward him, her long hair flying, looking newly polished and very happy. The baby became her charge again as Gina made a hearty lunch.
When the kid was tucked away for his nap, Mark had another beer in the living room as the girls flung off their clothes and turned on the stereo. He watched them dance, feasting his eyes upon their slim young bodies, seeing the provocative jiggling of their bare tits and the beguiling roll of their lovely firm asses. They danced well, he thought, giving themselves up completely to the beat, rocking and swaying in a raw and primitive rhythm that was almost basic as sex itself.
Tammy and Gina came closer, brushing the erectile nipples of their breasts, touching smooth bellies and drawing back, their thighs moving sinuously, the black-haired crotch and the rich scarlet one kissing lightly. Mark sat more erect in his chair, his prick awakening bit by bit as new life built within his balls.
The girls began to caress each other's hips, circling and breathing heavily; then their hands cupped tits, their thumbs pressing down upon rigid points and releasing them quickly. Tammy was so small, she looked as if she might be Gina's baby sitter-or her daughter, Mark thought. They came together then, flattening tit to tit, pressing their hairy mounds together hungrily, their hands racing over each other's body, cupping ass cheeks and sliding up and down the graceful curvings of backs.
Mark's cock began to throb softly as he watched the two girls kiss passionately, their tongues darting and curling. When they sank bonelessly to the floor together, he leaned forward in his chair to see better, realizing they were about to make love. For the moment, he was forgotten as they twined together, their lovely bodies gleaming and writhing. He saw Tammy dip her mouth to take in one of Gina's dark nipples, and saw Gina insert an exploring finger into Tammy's small, hot pussy.
Slowly, Tammy kissed down the other girl's trembling flesh, and Gina began to swing her own head around, removing her finger from the red and fleecy cunt as she did so. Faces nuzzling bellies, they licked warm and taut skin, biting tenderly as their hips rolled and their crotches quivered. It was really something to see, Mark thought, bedazzled by the sensual picture of the two kids teasing each other.
Tammy's flowing hair spread over one of Gina's lean thighs; Gina's head was positioning itself between Tammy's slight legs as the taller girl swung herself on top. Entranced, Mark stared at Tammy reaching her tongue up into the midnight wealth of Gina's cunt hair, at Gina delving her own red tongue down into Tammy's furry little snatch.
Then they were thrusting their mouths deep, eating hungrily into wet cunts, their asses heaving, their bellies rolling and bucking. He could hear the lapping sounds and listen to the girls moaning in rapture as they ate each other skillfully and with intense dedication. They were utterly beautiful together, wiggling sensuously, their caressing hands lascivious, their sweet flesh sliding and slipping.
Gina had Tammy's head clamped between her thighs, and was riding the little girl's face as she had ridden Mark's prick the first time she had fucked him. Tammy's knees were lifted and spread wide, her dainty crotch singing in delicious, lifting strokes as she fed her gorgeous little pussy into Gina's mouth.
Mark climbed unsteadily from his chair, his now rigid shaft pointing out strong and leading the way to the hypnotic tangle on the carpet. Eyes fixed upon the wriggling girls, he went to his knees behind Gina's grinding ass, sliding close and opening his thighs to place his hands upon the slim cheeks and feel their movements.
Then he took one hand away and curled the fingers around his iron hard cock, tilting the swollen head down so that he could aim it into the slowly bobbing cleft of the girl's crotch. Gina stilled her action when she felt the knob slide along her dripping labia, and Tammy opened her eyes to watch the distended and veiny pole so close to her face.
When Gina arched her back, angling her pussy so that he could reach his cockhead up and in, Tammy ran her hot tongue along the underside of his prick, and when he began to shove the knob into the welcoming, humid slot, Tammy was lapping both his shaft and the other girl's snatch.
Shoving then, Mark buried his rod into the rich pussy, his dangling balls coming to rest upon Tammy's forehead. Gina shuddered as his glans reached home, as Tammy's deft little tongue kept tickling her clitoris. She was being eaten and fucked at the same time, and her cunt vibrated wildly; she moaned and humped, her own mouth busy in Tammy's vagina, both taking and giving, sharing and being shared.
Never in his most erotic dreams had Mark ever imagined anything like this. Thrusting his hard prick steadily but gently into Gina's foamily gripping glove, he revelled in the far-out sensations of Tammy's tongue and the sliding of his balls over her face.
Gina came with a sudden twisting of her crotch, with a spasmed lurching that ground her tight, slippery sheath around Mark's pistoning shaft. She cried out, her voice muffled by the liquid folds of Tammy's pussy, swift ripples of ecstasy racing over her body. Mark held his cock locked into her greasy socket until he felt Tammy wiggling insanely and knew that she was also reaching a violent orgasm.
Backing out of Gina's trembling cunt, he gently rolled the girl off Tammy and turned so that he could give her die glistening cockhead to kiss. She drew it abruptly into her mouth, lavishing adoration upon it with her practiced tongue, feverishly lapping the flanged bulb, sucking and pulling.
But he didn't want to blow off so quickly, so Mark popped his shaft from his jealous lips and sat back, panting. In a moment, both girls were on their knees, staring at him, then glancing at each other with impishly dancing eyes.
"Come on," Tammy suggested. "Let's really work him over."
"Right on," Gina grinned, and hurled herself at him.
He fell back and they were all over him, squirming their delectable warm bodies over his, their hands tickling and teasing, kissing his mouth, his throat, his chest. One of them shoved a tit into his mouth and somebody grabbed his prick. Laughing around a tasty nipple, Mark cuddled them close, knowing the juicy sliding of torrid cunts over his flesh, the tender entrapment of sleek legs.
Rolling and tumbling they blended delightfully together, and suddenly Mark felt long, trim thighs closing around his head. Gina's dark pussy pushed into his face, and his mouth opened to take in her sweet labia, drawing the juicy lips into his own and stroking them with his upthrust tongue. There was a different flavor to her cunt, not the same as Tammy's pussy, but spicy and perfumed nonetheless. She rocked on his face as he ate into her succulent snatch, and Gina fondled his cheeks, his chin, and his nose with the luxurious shaggy hair of her pulsing hot mound.
Mark felt Tammy's lithe body go wiggling down his own, and shuddered as she began to suck eagerly upon one of his balls, her hand massaging his tensed belly. He pumped his tongue in and out of the clinging sheath of Gina's luscious young pussy, finding the clit and tantalizing it into a quivering erectness.
Tammy changed balls, nibbling upon the second one for long, tender moments before letting go and trailing her hot tongue up his throbbing shaft. He drove his own tongue hard against Gina's clitoris as Tammy slipped her mouth over the head of his cock; then he was eating and being eaten at the same time, his face buried in one girl's bushy cunt while the other girl chewed gently upon his glans, while Tammy worked her tongue up and over and around his sensitive cockhead.
Humping to her face, he redoubled his own efforts within the pungent slot he was licking. Sucking hard, Mark drew the clit and its soft hood into his mouth, where he pulled and fondled it. Gina's thighs contracted around his head and her pelvis rolled; she was close to coming, he knew.
And Tammy was bringing him near to orgasm, siphoning avidly upon his prick, sliding the head back and forth within the dipping of her inner cheeks, touching it into the back of her hot throat.
Above him, Mark heard Gina groaning: "Oh-oh, man! Eat my pussy, lover-chew up my cunt and swallow it-ahh, baby, baby-oohh, it's fantastic-and-I'm going-to-come-AHHH!"
Her pussy flexed in his mouth, shuddering around his embedded tongue and against his teeth. Joyously, he drank her hotly flowing juices, draining them down his gulping throat.
Then his prick started to leap, although he fought to hold back his semen. The stuff came boiling up from his I jerking balls, steaming along his shaft and through the swollen, trembling cockhead that Tammy was sucking. His come spewed into the girl's mouth, spattering far back into her throat, drenching the roof of her mouth and drowning her tongue.
She kept pulling, her tongue working rapidly, her throat convulsing as she swallowed his boiling semen. Spurt after lessening spurt rained into Tammy's mouth, until the ejaculation diminished itself to a trickle which I she still drank thirstily. Mark collapsed, and Gina slowly lifted her steaming crotch from his face as he gasped for vitalizing air.
He was dizzy, his mind whirling in blurred circles as he lay limply upon the carpet in his own living room, as Tammy drew the final drop of fluid from his drooping prick. Mark could feel every nerve end of his body, and it seemed as if the very pores of his skin were turned alert and sensitive. He drifted in a warm, womb-like sea, encased in a complete voluptuousness.
"He always comes with a big load," Tammy was saying to her friend. "I have to swallow fast to keep from losing any."
"I'll have to try him next," Gina murmured. "Hey-do you think our guys are going to get uptight about us balling him?"
"Uh-uh," Tammy said. "So long as we're having fun, why should they? Besides, they're both digging that new black chick at school."
"I know," Gina said, getting up to change the stereo tape, "but you know how they are; they like to get in on the action themselves."
Eyes closed, Mark heard Tammy stirring. She said then, "When we get around to it, that's okay. But you have to remember that Mark is new at everything, and we have to break him in easy."
He opened his eyes. "I'm alive, girls."
They laughed, and Tammy said, "Oh, we're sure of that. You pitched right in when we were making it. See? You're learning all the time."
It no longer seemed incongruous for him to be sitting naked with a pair of nude and nubile girls. Mark had never felt as at ease with anyone, not even his own wife. These kids were honest with themselves, and with him; that really counted. He thought of the boyfriends they had mentioned and found he couldn't be jealous of other kids who had experienced the fantastic screwing the girls put out. He didn't envy them, either, but counted him self fortunate to have known this matchless intimacy with them both.
His wife wouldn't see things that way, Mark knew. Just as he had, before letting himself be seduced by the lovely little Tammy, Alice figured that she owned him sexually, that he was legally and morally bound to screw only her. Love and sex were inseparable, Alice thought, and there Mark agreed with her.
He loved these two sensuous kids, adored their sweet cunts and intriguing little asses; he worshipped their sinuous bodies and revelled in the fondling of their mouths. He'd do anything for them, because they had given themselves so freely to him. Did that mean he was no longer in love with his own lovely wife? No, Mark thought; he simply had discovered that love could be spread around.
"I hear the baby," Tammy said. 'I'll go change him." When she was gone, Mark climbed up and made it to the bar for a beer. Gina shook her head when he offered her a can. "I get high on fucking," she said.
'These guys you were talking about," he said. "They're your age?"
She nodded. "Same classes at school. Right now, we're a thing, the four of us. But that can change, because nobody is all that committed to anybody else." She climbed on a barstool and crossed her long, naked legs, almost hiding the black triangle of her still damp pussy. "Oh, I guess we'll all get married someday, and probably to people we don't even know yet. But Tammy and I are sure going to make it clear to our husbands that when we want to screw another guy, that's what hap pens. We'd freak out, if we couldn't try a new cock once in awhile."
"I think I know what you mean," Mark said. "I was in one hell of a rut, before Tammy and you. Now I look at everything differently, thanks to you both."
Gina grinned and fondled the tips of her breasts.
"That's good, because we still have a lot of things to do."
CHAPTER SIX
After a dinner of richly spiced pasta and green salad, they drank Chianti and watched TV for awhile, channeling in upon a musical revue. Sitting back on the couch with his arms around the shoulders of both nude girls, Mark thought how great it would be if a man could have a pair of wives just like these, if he could keep them around forever, trying new and exciting combinations of screwing. Maybe in time, society would back off its rules and regulations, and allow people to do whatever they damned well pleased.
He cupped Tammy's small breast with his left hand, and Gina's proud tit in the other. Glancing down, he admired the loveliness of their veed thighs, one set tapering and slim, the other small and tidy. He compared their cunts, delighting in the deep forest of Gina's ebony pubic hair and the lighter, fluffier red curls on Tammy's mound. A-like in their thinking, the girls reacted individually when they fucked, their flesh responding with different erotic gyrations, with unlike clenchings and sliding of their vaginas.
Tammy slid from beneath his arm and went over to click off the television set. Turning back, she said thoughtfully, "We don't have a whole lot of time left tonight. Is there any land of balling somebody wants to try?"
Gina put a hand on Mark's soft prick. "Remember how we swung with the guys last time? They made a sandwich of me, one in the front, and one up my ass. But Mark's cock is so much bigger than either one of theirs, I don't know."
Tammy asked, "Have you ever put it in your wife's ass, lover?"
"No," Mark admitted, "but I thought about trying it"
"If Gina's willing, you can stop thinking and really do it. I'm just sorry I'm so small, but you'd never get it in me from behind. You keep vaseline in the medicine chest, don't you?"
Wordlessly, Mark nodded, knowing a stirring in his loins as he imagined what this new experience would be like. Gina continued to fondle his prick while the other girl was gone, caressing it as the shaft began to thicken.
She said, "Just take it real easy, putting it in me. If it hurts, we'll just do something else, okay? But I kind of dig taking a cock up the back road like that; especially if somebody is playing with my pussy or going down on me. It was really far-out when the kids made a sandwich of me."
His cock turned harder in her fingers, pressing its spongy head against the girl's palm. Tammy brought the jar of clear grease and sat beside them to smear the stuff liberally over Mark's shaft, leaving a generous dollop upon the knob.
"Now you," she said to Gina, and the other girl got down on hands and knees, spreading the slim cheeks of her ass with both hands to expose the puckered brown ring of her anus. Tammy greased that, too, working the tip of her finger in and out until Gina said, "Hey!"
When the little redhead motioned to Mark, he was ready, his staff aroused by the vaseline smearing, and by the sight of the willowy girl waiting for him on hands and knees, her exciting ass tilted upward, her tits mashing into the carpet.
"I'll help you," Tammy said, "even if you don't need it-that makes me a part of the screwing. Once you get it into Gina's ass, I'll get involved some more, seeing that she makes it real good."
She handled Mark's prick as he went to his knees behind Gina, slipping her soft hand up and down its length as she directed the puffy bulb into the cleft of the girl's sleek ass. He felt the blunt tip of it snuggling against the little round hole and set himself.
"There," Tammy breathed, her sea-green eyes gleaming hotly and her small tits rising and falling with new excitement, the pink strawberry nipples sticking straight out. "Put it in her easy, lover."
The entrance seemed far too small, too tight for Mark ever to work his tip inside, much less the bulging expanse of the head itself. But the grease helped tremendously, he found, and when he pressed Gina hiked her ass even more, squirming gently to assist him in getting the glans firmly seated in the opening.
Peering down at the girl's polished buttocks, at the long, lean thighs spread for him, his balls trembled anxiously. Mark pushed a little harder, and was surprised to find that part of his cockhead slipped inside Gina's ass, forcing the tube to stretch. The girl wriggled, and more of the knob angled into her sizzling hot hole, then suddenly the flanges popped in, too.
Gina sighed, and he slid his shaft carefully but penetratingly into the amazingly tight, snug cavity, feeling the walls open for the ramrod of his glans, then close tightly about the rod itself.
Then he was buried in her, shoved deep into the clinging tube of Gina's burning ass, his balls swinging low between her slim thighs, his hands braced upon the girl's narrow hips. It was an entirely different sensation, as the hose gripped him, not like a cunt, not like a sucking mouth, and the dominant stud position might have had something to do with the wildly triumphant feelings that shuddered throughout Mark's body.
Gently, he started to back out, and Gina wiggled blissfully upon the sliding meat as he withdrew it to the ridged head, then eased it back again, probing the depth of her bowels.
"Oh man, that's good," she gasped. "I can feel it all the way up, so hard and yet like velvet-oh lover man-just keep on fucking me."
"Long as I can," he promised, thrusting tenderly back and forth into the clenching tube, knowing the caress of its slippery walls over his cockhead and down the shaft. She was so hot inside, turning more juicy as the hole loosened, and Mark began to stroke faster, glorying in the strange new feeling.
He saw Tammy pressing close to Gina, lifting the girl's dark head to take it in her lap and turning it so that Gina's face was snugged into her mound. From that position, Tammy could reach under the writhing body and slip her fingers into the pulsating cunt, holding them deep and wiggling them.
She was teasing Gina's clit, and Mark felt it when the girl hunched, when the sleek buttocks shivered under the pressures of the dual attack.
Gina moaned softly and began to work her tongue down into Tammy's humid snatch, licking it in and out with deft, fondling motions, while Gina's crotch twisted and her ass pumped up and down. Mark fed his meat more strongly into her, churning the distended head deep, pulling it back for yet another burrowing stroke, feeling her grind upon his rod and hump Tammy's hand, knowing that she was also hungrily eating Tammy's pussy.
Mark plunged his cock to the hilt and held it locked there as the head flexed and his balls spasmed. He could feel the semen hiss from the glans as it fountained into Gina's undulating asshole, the thick fluid turning buttery immediately, flowing like hot honey around his impaling shaft. The stuff pumped into her with sharp little jets, flooding her tube and backing up to drip bubbling down the sack of his draining balls.
The girl hunched again and again, riding the prick up her tube as she bucked against Tammy's knowing fingers. Gina went stiff all over, her ass cheeks clamping down hard. Then, her mouth still buried in Tammy's feverish cunt, she slowly slid forward off Mark's greasy cock. The head plopped out of her ass with a wet sound, and he saw a trickle of semen slide whitely down the inside of her thigh. Gina's buttocks closed themselves, leaving only a darkly haired and narrow cleft to hint where his stiff prong had just been.
As the girl collapsed, Tammy wrapped her thighs around Gina's head, pressing it into her cunt with one eager hand, and surging her pelvis violently, fucking her friend's mouth with lusty passion. Settling back upon the rug, Mark watched the little redhead arch her back as she came.
When the two lovely young girls curled together, arms about each other to rest, Mark got up and went to the bathroom. He came back to have a drink, and saw the girls apparently sleeping, so he sat on a barstool and just looked at them. They had already done so damned much for him, showing him how to release his most secret ambitions and teaching him not to be ashamed of his lust.
He tried to picture Tammy with those child-like legs coiled about some boy's back while a hard young prick slapped in and out of her girlish pussy, that marvelous cunt lined with the richest saturated velvets. Had both girls lain side by side, holding hands while their boyfriends pumped the meat to them?
Of course both Gina and Tammy had gone down on their guys, and Gina had taken a cock up the ass before, but that didn't make them a bit less desirable. Maybe it even made them more so, he thought, knowing that they had joyfully ridden other stiff cocks, that they had drained pulsing semen from other ecstatic glans.
Certainly, their experiences had made them experts in the art of fucking, taught them to abandon any hangups that might have been programmed into them at an earlier age, and made them capable of giving the utmost pleasure to any man-and to each other, too. The girls weren't lesbians; they enjoyed a man's prick too much to be homosexuals, but Mark thought they might be true bisexuals, digging other females almost as much as men.
He wondered what they would do with his wife, if somehow they were given the opportunity to love Alice's ripe-fleshed body. He was turned on by the vivid image of them squirming between his wife's plump thighs, of one girl sucking Alice's big nipple while the other sucked the golden-haired cunt lips. Mark shook his head, but the picture wouldn't go away.
He'd never thought of that before, not even dreaming of his own wife making it with another chick, but now he knew that it wasn't perverted. It was simply and honestly beautiful. Mark poured himself another drink and wondered if there was any possible way of somehow luring Alice into balling either or both the girls. If it could be brought off, then she couldn't deny him the same privilege, and he would be sultan of his own harem, screwing all three of them, his wife and a couple of hot-assed teenagers.
No, he decided sadly; it would never work. In the first place, he'd never have the guts to even broach such a subject to Alice. She would think he'd lost his mind-if she didn't start screaming for her lawyer, or the cops, or both. Poor Alice would never know what she was missing.
And damn if he'd give up these beautiful girls, not as long as they still wanted to fuck him. He could find a discreet motel where the manager would look the other way, especially if Mark hired a room by the week and tipped heavily. But he wouldn't want to get caught taking an underage kid into a motel, either. His own house was much safer, and the kids had legitimate reasons for being here.
Even if they tired of him, they might turn him over to some more of their young friends; they'd mentioned their guys screwing some new black chick.
Tammy was moving about, disengaging herself from Gina's body and sitting up. Shaking back her glorious mane of hair, she smiled across at him. "Hi, lover. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Nodding, Mark smiled back. "These past couple of days have been the greatest of my life, and I thank you for it, Tammy."
She climbed gracefully to her feet and stepped over Gina's supine body to come toward him, pressing her diminutive body between his legs. Her lips were soft when she lifted them, and the quick darting of her little tongue was sugared. 'It's been something else for us, too. But I have to tell you-we may not be back until late tomorrow. Can you handle the baby by yourself?"
"If I have to," he answered, "but why can't you make it for breakfast?"
She pushed the nipples of her ripe-apple breasts into him. "The guys are coming over. I mean, we can't just drop them or anything like that. They're pretty neat kids. But I'll be back as soon as I can; I promise."
"Look," he said, "if it won't screw anything up, why don't you bring your guys, too? You said it was better, having an entire house to ball in, and we can keep the noise down, so the neighbors won't get nosey."
"Hey," she grinned saucily, "now you're opening up like I figured you would. Sure, why not? We can have a real blast, all of us getting it on together. But right now, before I have to go home-" and she climbed up on his lap, so small he hardly felt her weight, but knew her heated softness very well.
Tammy opened her legs and spread them, hooking her knees at his hips and squirming upon his rising prick, raking it with the silken, sultry lips of her inimitable little cunt. "Can you fuck me this way, sitting down? I think you can, if you brace your feet and lift me up some, so you can slip it in."
Placing his hands around her tiny waist, Mark bunched his muscles and lifted her, his already stiff cock snapping into position as it felt the warmth and wetness of the girl's toy pussy. When he felt the blunt tip touching up into Tammy's curly pubic hairs, when his cockhead pressed into the giving, rubbery labia, he began to lower her body. She wiggled carefully, the deft gyrations of her satiny crotch steering his glans into just the right spot.
The narrow and tender resilience of her vibrant young pussy was always a surprise to him. He worked his swollen cockhead into the elastic labia, forcing them to widen enough so he could reach up past their adoring barrier and probe into the treasured depths of the girl's vaginal sleeve. Her cunt lips slid down to rest against his balls, and once again, he was root-deep into that precious little snatch, revelling in the wonder of its grip, in the pure joy of its rippling responses.
"Oh, how I love to fuck," she breathed hotly into his ear. "I can't imagine ever being without a nice, hard prick up me. But like this, you can't hump very well, so just let me do most of it."
Grinding upon his shaft, Tammy rolled her dainty ass from side to side, rubbing her feathery pelvis across his and putting her educated cunt through its erotic paces.
She was hotter than ever inside, turned juicy by the eating of her pussy only minutes before, and Mark clung , to her slim waist, afraid to thrust upward with any force because in this position he was very deep inside the girl's shallow pussy, feeling his cockhead pushed strongly against the spongy cup of her tiny cervix.
Tammy wiggled sensuously upon his buried prong, seesawing daintily, then churning her vagina around his meat, only to drop back into an easy, rocking motion that caressed and teased. Biting his ear, then pushing her hot-wet tongue into it, she screwed Mark tenderly, lifting her small, round breasts so he could lick his own tongue over the sweet nipples.
As he was building deliciously to a climax, he felt Tammy move her head and lean her upper body back, creating a new suction within hers swivelling hole. Then Gina's face loomed large before him, and the girl put her arms around them both, her eyes staring into Mark's, deep and black and with hot lights moving in them. Her hairy mound pushed itself into his knee to ride back and forth there while Tammy continued to fuck him tenderly.
"C-close," Tammy gasped then. "So damned close-I'm about to come, lover-riding your big prick and coming, coming! Go ahead, Gina-kiss him-kiss him!"
Gina's tongue lanced wetly into his panting mouth just as Tammy shuddered to completion, just as his cockhead erupted to hurl come up into her suctioning little cunt, pumping and spitting the rich fluid throughout that mini-vagina.
"Mmmm," Gina murmured against his teeth, and Tammy echoed, "Mmmm!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mark paid the old maid housekeeper twenty bucks to take the baby home with her for the day, telling Mrs. Jessup that he had a poker game planned with the guys, and she could bring the kid back after dinner. She sniffed at the idea of gambling on Sunday, but was glad for the extra cash, and left him alone to wait the coming of the girls.
And their boyfriends, he reminded himself, the young studs he had never met. He wasn't sure how they'd accept him, in spite of Tammy's protestations that they were real cool guys. He put more beer on ice and tidied up the living room. He had been up early to shave and shower, and wore a jumpsuit with sandals, hoping it wouldn't seem as if he was currying favor, or trying to act too young. After all, he thought, he wasn't that much older, anyhow.
When the phone rang, Mark jumped guiltily and let it buzz a couple of more times before picking it up. "Yes?"
"Darling, it's me! Mother is so much better, and I'm coming home tonight-isn't that wonderful? Oh, I miss you, Mark. How's the baby?"
"Fine," he mumbled, "just fine. I miss you, too, Alice."
"You sound tired," she said.
"No, no-I feel great, just great. What time will you make it?"
"Oh, kind of late, I guess. It's eight hours driving time, and I won't leave for a little while. And Mark-be sure you're not too tired."
Laughing with her, he said he loved her, too, and hung up.
Then he thought: wow! The place would have to be spotless when his wife arrived, although she'd expect a certain amount of sloppiness from his living alone. Alone, he thought, and shook his head; if Alice had any idea what he'd been doing the last three days And the kids would be here before long. At least, he would have one last fling before the doors clanged shut on him again. After that, he'd have to make other arrangements so he could continue seeing-and screwing Tammy and Gina. Those fabulous young cunts were just too juicy to fuck and forget. But he'd have to try and taper off on the upcoming orgy, because his wife would expect to be screwed right after she got home, and he'd have no excuse for not getting his cock up in welcome.
It might sound crazy to anybody else, but he had missed her, the comforting warmth of Alice's rounded ass pressing against his belly in bed, and the soft pillows of her big, firm tits and the sudsy way her rich pussy foamed when she was taking his meat inside it But he could always fuck Alice, and the girls were something else altogether, ready for anything erotic that anyone might dream up.
He drank a beer quickly, then chased it with another, and when he heard the back door creak he went to meet his visitors. Tammy led them into the kitchen, and leaped into his arms, wiggling like a passionate puppy against him, her feet off the floor and her mouth nibbling hungrily at his own. When she slid down again, she said, "Here are the guys, lover. The blonde one is the guy I hang around with-Johnny Darnell. Gina's man is Leon Hartman."
Mark stuck out his hand and the kid took it. Johnny was a dark blonde with open blue eyes and a freckled face; he was slim, but put together well, narrow-waisted and wide shouldered, and Mark guessed his weight at about one-forty, his height at five-seven or eight.
"Hi," Johnny said. "The girls tell us we've got the whole day, right up until midnight."
"Well," Mark answered, "not quite. My wife just called, and she'll be home around eight. But until then, the house is ours."
"Good enough," Leon said, shaking hands with Mark. He was a dark kid, smaller than his buddy, with a shock of black hair and inquisitive brown eyes. His skin wasn't olive, like Gina's, but pale and clear.
"Where's the baby?" Gina asked, moving past them with a flirtatious swing of her hips.
"With the housekeeper," Mark said as Tammy clung to his arm. "I didn't want anybody to be bothered. She'll bring him back around dinnertime."
"Come on, then," Tammy said, tugging him with her and skipping into the living room. "I've been telling the guys about all your fabulous tapes and things."
Johnny accepted a beer, but Leon said no thanks, and Mark thought the boys were a little edgy, just as he was, a bit uncomfortable in the presence of an adult stranger. But the girls seemed to know just what to do, and when rock music softly filled the room things loosened up considerably, and the dancing started.
Mark sat it out, watching the boys gyrate sensuously with the girls, for the moment content to drink his beer and run his eyes over Tammy's swinging little ass, to watch Gina's bobbing tits and remember how it had been with them, a few short hours back, when he had been screwing them both into quivering orgasms.
Then Tammy trotted over and took his hand, pulling him off the barstool to join them. Mark was a little rusty, but got into the beat as Gina divided her dancing between the two attentive boys. The slim girl was already turning on, he saw; she was reaching out and stroking first one kid's tight-crotched jeans, then the other, shaking her breasts at them and making suggestive hunches with her rolling pelvis.
Tammy eased up against him, her small hands going around to fondle the cheeks of his ass and press him into her lively body. 'I've been high ever since I left you last night," she said against his rib cage. "What are we going to do about your wife? Mark-I want you to keep on fucking me."
"I want that, too," he said. "I can never get you out of my blood now, Tammy. We'll work out something."
"We have to," she said, rubbing her belly against his leg. "The guys-well, they think you ought to share with them, too. And I guess they're right; it isn't really fair for you to screw their girls and not trade them one for themselves. They're cool, Mark; they won't spread the news."
He drew back so he could look down into her piquant face. "You mean my wife, don't you?"
"Yes," Tammy admitted. "Don't you think that's fair? I mean, Johnny and Leon couldn't tell us what to do, but Gina and I, well-"
"You'd put me down?"
Her voice was soft with regret. "I guess so, lover."
Mark moved her over to the couch and sat with her.
In a way, it made sense; in another, Tammy's suggestion was ridiculous. Even if he went for it, Alice wouldn't. But why shouldn't he agree? This thing with the beautiful, hot young girls had given him an entirely new perspective on sex, and maybe on life itself.
Tammy stroked his inner thigh, her small hand caressing. "You're going through the tapes."
"Tapes?"
"Computer tapes; the ones you were programmed with. The ones that say a husband can fuck around, but his wife can't Right?"
Mark nodded. "I guess I was. Look-I can only try, darling. Suppose I'm willing, but my wife isn't?"
"That would be different," the girl smiled. "It would show you're not greedy or jealous, and we can go on like this-all of us." Her hand was creeping up to his crotch, resting there and sending its tiny warmth down to his awakening prick.
"Okay," he said. "I'll have to figure out something for tonight, after she gets home. Alice gets uptight when she has to drive a long way, and is ready for a couple of drinks. Maybe I can keep pouring them until she gets smashed. After that-well, I'll think of a way."
Tammy squeezed his expanding cock. "I know you will, lover."
In the middle of the room, Gina was already stripped, her long symmetrical body undulating with serpentine grace, light shining from the polished olives of her nipples, and reflecting from the blue-black forest of her opulent cunt hair. Mark saw Johnny Darnell climbing out of his jeans, the boy's prick leaping out stiff and strong. Johnny's cock was smaller than his own, Mark realized, but it had the look of exceptional hardness, its dark red head hungrily poking the air with a teardrop of pre-seminal fluid balanced upon its blunt point.
And already reaching out for Gina's swivelling hips was the other guy, Leon, his pale skin contrasting sharply with his black hair. This prick was short but sturdy, about the same thickness from base to glans, rising from a set of ballooning balls covered with fine dark hair.
"They're getting ready to ball," Tammy said happily. "Let's get it on, lover man." Her hands were eager little rabbits at his jumpsuit, unzipping and helping him peel out of it, her warm lips at his chest quickly, while he was still stripping.
Mark pulled the snug shirt over her head when Tammy lifted her arms, and it was like-undressing a live doll. Her delicious little knockers lifted for his kisses, their tiny nipples swollen with desire. She lay back and hiked her trim ass so he could remove her jeans, sliding them down over the small and willowy legs so that the scarlet treasure of her pulsing cunt was exposed. He stopped to lass that too, breathing in the appetizing fragrance of the soft lips.
Mark realized that he wasn't at all self-conscious about fondling the girl and being caressed by her in return, even if the room was stirring with other people. A week ago, he would have reacted differently, been embarrassed, if not downright shy, but now it all seemed natural. He thought that might be because he had been well broken in by two girls, instead of being wrapped up in only one.
Could he be this natural if Alice was naked in his arms, with other men's eyes reading her rich body, probing the golden hairs of her cunt, resting upon the compelling nipples of his wife's big tits? He'd have to face that when he came to it, Mark thought-if he came to it. Breaking through Alice's shell of primness might be too tough a job.
"Hey!" Gina called. "How about starting this with a gang bang? These kids are real horny."
Tammy tugged at his hand, pulling him from the couch; she dropped it when she skipped over to join Gina. "Just join the line, Mark. We haven't balled these guys for nearly a week, so we'll catch up."
They all went to the carpet with a flashing of naked legs, laughing and grabbing. He sank down with them, sitting a little apart, his pulse quickening and the head of his prick bobbing as he watched them fondle each other. Johnny's hand was familiar upon Tammy's adorable little cunt, fingering into the resilient labia while the lovely girl twisted upon it. He saw her playing with the boy's ultra-stiff cock as she kissed his mouth eagerly.
Glancing over at Gina and her lover, he saw them wiggling, the girl's long, flexible legs coiling and uncoiling as Leon's cockhead was already nudging the midnight entrance to her humid pussy. But he couldn't watch both couples at once, so he turned back to Tammy and Johnny.
The little redhead's flawless body was squirming hotly, her daintily feathered crotch rising and falling passionately as she was finger-fucked. She had a grip upon the boy's hard shaft, and her tiny tongue was flicking in and out of his mouth. It was only moments before she gave a cute flip of her ass that rolled his finger from the damp clenching of her small snatch.
"Put it to me," she panted. "Feed me your meat, Johnny."
Spreading her polished thighs, she welcomed the boy between them. Johnny aimed his rigid slim pole into the upthrust cunt and settled its rosy head against the humid labia. Reaching around beneath her lifted leg, Tammy caught his balls in one hand as he pushed his glans slowly but firmly into her throbbing pussy. Fascinated, Mark felt the hungry pulsing of his own prick as the boy's rod slid from sight into the stretching hot lips of Tammy's snatch.
It was a beautiful sight, he thought-two young people fucking, the boy working his solid meat back and forth into the clinging wet satins of the girl's tightly active cunt. Mark could see Johnny's balls swinging and watch Tammy stroke them as they came to rest in the tilted crack of her shapely ass.
"Oh, fuck me good," she breathed raggedly. "You have such a nice hard prick, Johnny."
The boy grunted with every penetrating thrust. "Missed your tight little pussy, Tammy. You are really some fine piece of ass."
She swung that adorable ass with every stroke, grinding her satin pelvis against his and arching her back as she met his slow pounding, riding Johnny's cock with intent and blissful dedication. Mark stared at the way that young rod slid in and out, its length glistening from Tammy's pussy oils; he saw how the inflamed, red lips of that pussy stretched out with the prick's retreat, how they dipped in at its attack, always hanging tightly to the round, slick meat.
They were screwing faster now, Johnny beginning to hammer his prong home with shorter, more brutal strokes, rocking that sweet and child-like body as if he meant to split it open. But Tammy took his sledging and humped for more, swinging her ass from side to side and pumping her smooth belly against his.
"Tight and hot!" he gasped. "Oh baby-fuck me-Tammy, fuck me!"
"Ahhh!" she panted, and Mark knew what was happening inside her girlish cunt, that its lubricated walls were contracting and expanding greasily, the hidden muscles nibbling upon that cockhead every time it reached full length into her suctioning sheath. His own prick could identify with the boy's, and Mark clenched his hand around his, wide-eyed as he saw the two kids come together.
Johnny's balls leaped and squeezed in upon themselves, releasing their load of semen and spitting the bubbling liquid up and out the head of the boy's cock, showering come inside Tammy's precious cunt, turning it even more juicy.
They clung together, melting one into the other, and while they were locked into that warm stasis, Mark found time to look over at the other pair of zealous lovers. He saw Gina's leg thrown over Leon's hip, and the boy's fat shaft still moving up into her shaggy cunt Leon had both hands on the girl's lean ass and was pumping his meat into her steadily. Gina was moaning and hunching as she dug her bare heel into the crack of his ass, trying to force his prick deeper into her vagina with each hard push.
"Uh-uh-uh!" she grunted, and Mark could hear the sloshing of juices, the sucking sound as her trained pussy dragged upon Leon's cock when it withdrew for another thrust. He watched the boy dig his fingers into the cheeks of that burnished-olive ass, watched the spasmed jerking just before Leon's meat buried itself to the ball and hung in there without movement.
Another geyser of boyish semen was hurling itself into a teenage cunt, bathing the flexing walls with hot, thick fluids, and Gina was joyfully receiving it, bucking against his pelvis and grinding her feverish clit against the root of his prick to reach the cresting of her own fiery orgasm.
Mark knew the feeling of that succulent pussy, too; he was familiar with its gripping and the avid way the slippery walls absorbed a man's come. And again, it was almost as if he was fucking the girl himself, almost as if his own stiff meat was stuck deeply into her loving snatch. Yet he found that he couldn't be jealous of the boys; he was only happy for them all, glad they could reach such ecstasy in their fucking.
He broke from a taut kind of reverie when he heard Tammy calling him. "Mark, lover! Hey, man-I'm all warmed up for you now, darling."
Blinking, he stared at her, at Johnny rising from the girl's twitching body with his cock still iron hard and smeared now with residual semen. From the comer of his eye, Mark also saw Leon backing his shaft out of Gina's trembling snatch.
Walking on his knees, he moved to Tammy, hypnotized by her gorgeous cunt as always, impelled more to it by the gleaming of white flecks scattered in the red pubic hair. The guys were watching him, he knew, but he didn't give a damn. Homing in on the beacon of Tammy's beautiful, priceless cunt, he slid between the thighs still warmed by the presence of another male, to guide his eager cockhead into the vulva still wet with the ejaculation of another cock.
For a few minutes, the world around him closed itself out. There was only the avidly squirming body of the little girl and the inviting target of her incomparable cunt. Tammy's labia was slippery, expanded by the prick that had so recently been moving there between them, and a wave of damp heat rose from the opening as his cockhead approached.
"Lover," she breathed, reaching up her soft arms, offering him her rosebud mouth and the tip-tilted caresses of her twin boobs.
Mark went blindly into her, cramming his swollen glans into that enchanted slot, shoving the flanged head into Tammy's oiled young snatch with a single thrust that buried his meat to the balls.
"Hi!" Tammy gasped against his teeth, welcoming his prick into the narrow and boiling well of her vagina. Then her small tongue raced wildly around inside his mouth, and the hard points of her breasts raked back and forth across his chest.
The girl's cunt muscles rippled around his surging cock as it nudged the basket of her cervix, and her crotch began those special, sensuous gyrations that did such wonderful things to a man's prick. It was as if little wet fingertips were massaging his cockhead and tickling along beneath his shaft, thrilling him clear into the sack of his testicles and making wet sparks inside his asshole.
Mark worked his meat into her pussy, and she responded by trying to climb right through his body, grinding her childish pelvis violently into his own, so that he could feel the outline of the bone there. He cupped her darling ass in both hands, the little finger of one prying its tip into the impossibly tight ring of her puckered anus. Tammy moaned into his mouth and heaved to him, churning the educated gripping of her cunt around his pistoning rod, bucking upon its length and circling its heft. His balls made wet, slapping sounds into the cleft of her dainty buttocks.
"You're the sweetest, hottest pussy in the world," he panted. "I love you, Tammy-I love your little cunt and the way you use it."
She humped faster on him. "I love you, Mark. Oh, such a gorgeous prick, so big and strong-put it to me-deep, lover-deep, DEEP!" Tammy was coming before he realized it, turned greasy by semen left in her vagina, her aroused clit thrumming like a tuning fork.
Hurrying himself, Mark burrowed his shaft into that abundantly oiled pocket of rapture, knowing the peerless clinging of its tightly searing walls. Tammy was still quivering, just past the height of her climax, when he fired the first globule of steaming juice into her magnificent pussy. His semen poured forth from the leaping head of his prick, a small river of come that saturated Tammy's already drenched vagina and came flowing hotly back to drip down his balls.
As he sighed in completion, Mark heard some say, "Wow, man-you really stick it to a girl."
Leon was standing by, gently massaging his own shaft and staring down at them. Turning his head, Mark saw Gina's sleek thighs spread as she straddled Johnny's arching body. The tall girl was heaving her thickly-haired crotch up and down, sliding the grip .of her excited cunt up and down upon the boy's submerged prick. Her hands were flat against Johnny's chest and her head was thrown back, an expression of rapture on her face.
Even as Mark watched, Gina stiffened out and moaned softly in the throes of orgasm, coming for the second time within a few hectic minutes, and upon two different cocks.
Against his throat, Tammy murmured, "Lover, you're still nice and stiff. Go on over and fuck Gina, while I take on Leon before he comes in his hand-and that would be a waste."
Uncertainly, he backed his rod out of her, and crawled over to the other girl as she dismounted from Johnny Darnell. Looking back, he saw little Tammy greet Leon enthusiastically, pulling the slim boy down into the magic caress of her glossy thighs.
Gina kissed him lasciviously on the mouth, tonguing him deeply, then drawing back to whisper, "I'm ready for you, man. Don't you dig this kind of fucking the most? One after the other, this cock and that one-" Before he could come up with an answer, Gina pushed him down into a sitting position and spread his legs. Spinning around, she presented the burnished olive and rose cheeks of her ass to him, then reached back and pulled his arms to her waist. "Balance me, lover. I'm going to sit down on your prick."
The girl did just that, lowering herself gently and carefully, her ass sliding down his chest until her dripping snatch made contact with the greasy head of his cock. Then, with a practiced wrench of her hips, she forced the glans up into her soapy cunt. As she came down on the upright pole, it slipped in easily, and Mark felt the liquid jelly of two previous ejaculations around his meat.
Moving his hands up to grip the quivering globes of her tits, he braced himself and Gina rocked sexily upon his embedded shaft, rotating her ass in small circles, her knees spread to hold most of her weight. Slim and fine, her buttocks ground delicately against his pelvis, bringing back vivid memories of the time he had fucked her in the ass. But now her cunt was almost as tight, and the lathered sloppiness of it only turned him on more.
As they screwed, Mark conjured up a vision of his wife coming through the door, and blacked it out immediately. Gina's tits shook in his hands, and her ass wheeled in an increasing rhythm upon his hard prick. Just before he came, Mark also remembered that he had promised to set up his wife for the boys.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When his wife came through the door, she snuggled close and kissed Mark warmly, even touching his lips with her tongue as she pressed the big, firm mounds of her high breasts into his chest. He held her fondly, knowing the pressure of her ripe thighs and the curve of her belly, and one part of his mind alert to her sensually, while another part fretted about what he was going to have her do. Or have done to her.
So he didn't hold her very long, breaking the kiss and moving to the bar to mix her a strong drink. Alice followed him, dropping the coat of her pants suit upon a chair back, her lush body rippling gracefully. "Thanks, darling," she said. "You always know exactly what I want."
"Easy trip?" he asked, glancing casually around to see if the girls had tidied everything up. "Here's to your return."
Alice drank quickly, and he refilled her glass as swiftly. She said, "Oh, the usual traffic. How's the baby?"
"Sound asleep," he said. "The baby-sitter really took care of him." And really took care of me, too, he thought, holding his face straight. "Drink up, and go take a peep at him. I'll draw your hot bath."
She lifted a golden eyebrow at him. "You seem a little jumpy, darling. Anything the matter?"
He watched her cross her legs and saw how the pants veed around the full plumpness of his wife's concealed pussy. "No," he said, "just happy to have you back. Here's to that; we ought to celebrate."
"Oh, we will," she promised, a faint pinkness marking her cheeks. "I was thinking of you for the last hundred miles, and imagining how nice it will be, in bed." Alice covered her shyness by finishing her second drink.
Mark smiled; she just couldn't bring herself to talk openly about screwing, but she was sexy, anyhow. She'd missed fucking him and was eager to reassert their love, but he had to hold her off for awhile. The kids were out in Johnny Darnell's car, waiting for him to signal with the porch light. But first, he had to get his wife high, have her bathe, and keep feeding her liquor until she was practically passed out in bed.
That was the only feasible plan, and Mark wasn't certain it would work, but he had to try. He just couldn't let go those adorable young cunts that had so suddenly and sweetly opened for him, and besides, he had learned something else in the recent gang bang; he'd discovered that he enjoyed seeing a guy put the prick to a pussy that he himself had fucked, and would fuck again. The only problem now was Alice's reaction, when she found herself being laid by a strange young boy, but Mark hoped that would take care of itself, that his wife would be so groggy that she wouldn't realize the difference, until she was coming.
Then, while she was badly shaken by the experience, stunned to discover that she had fucked somebody else, Mark would move in, make love to her to still any fears, and try to explain the entire wild situation. Maybe she would be turned on enough to lose her uptight ideas. He hoped so.
"One for the road," he announced, as Alice came back from checking the nursery. "And use plenty of bubble bath, sweetheart. I'll be in to scrub your back."
Her slight frown vanished, and she smiled brightly at him. "This is a lot for me to drink, but I guess it's all right if I get a little high. It'll be even more fun, won't it?"
"Sure," he said. "I can hardly wait." Which was a fat lie, because he was still weak in the knees from screwing Tammy and Gina, but he'd recover before long. "Bottoms up-or any way you want."
Alice giggled. "You're terrible, but cute. Don't let me get too sleepy, darling-promise?"
"The hot bath will wake you up," he lied again, knowing damned well it would only speed up the alcohol in her system. His wife was already a drink over her usual limit, and one more in the bathroom ought to push her over the edge of sobriety.
Mark was becoming excited, picturing her creamy skin and the hard pink nipples, seeing in his mind the opulent golden curls of his wife's lush cunt. Alice was a beautiful woman, her skin filled out smoothly, plump but not fat, and glowing with Nordic health, her blue eyes always a bit shy, but her full lips signaling a deep but restrained sexuality. Men always watched her walk, eyeing the slow rolling of her good hips, attracted by the full-blown shape of her ass and the easy swinging of her legs. And guys with tit fixations were drawn by the twin magnets of her large, round breasts, the prominent nipples begging to be awakened.
Johnny Damell was going to get himself a wondrous piece of ass. The kid's prick would be only the second one that Alice had ever felt inside that bountiful cunt; she'd been a virgin when Mark first got into her, and hadn't strayed since they were married. But even though she was lovely and thought she was being very sexy in bed, she was really being only loving, and very straight. Any change to a position that was a little offbeat, and Alice got uptight; and of course, she had never, never taken a man's cockhead into those sultry lips, or known the far-out pleasures of a man's tongue lapping thirstily inside her quivering pussy.
"Come on," he said, taking her by the hand and gratified to find his wife was a shade unsteady on her feet 'I'll help you undress."
"That'll be nice," she purred, putting her cheek on his shoulder.
They went along the hall to the bath, and he turned on tub water while she fumbled with hooks and snaps on her blouse. Behind her, Mark unhooked her bra catches, letting the thing fall and reaching around to heft the pliant globes of her heavy tits, caressing the large nipples gently until they rose stiffly against his palms.
"Ooh," Alice breathed. "You'd better stop that, or I won't even make it to the bedroom."
Drawing away from him, because she wouldn't allow herself to be overcome with passion outside her own bed, Alice kept her back turned and slipped from her panties, then climbed uncertainly into the tub, giving him only a quick glimpse of her golden tufted pussy hair before easing into the water and closing her round thighs.
Mark leaned back against the sink and watched her awhile, knowing that she was embarrassed, but also seeing the slight glazing of her eyes and the perspiration beading her pink cheeks. Alice was getting smashed. He'd brought the shaker with him, and barely tasted his own drink before pouring yet another glass for her.
"I'll leave this here for you," he said. "Take it to bed with you, and give me time for a shower. Then I'll be in and we can catch up on all those lost days."
He went through the living room and flicked the porch light on and off, then waited in the kitchen for the kids to sneak around the house. Tammy eased in first, catching his hand and saying excitedly, "We saw her coming in. Oh wow-did she turn on the guy! Is she about ready, lover?"
"She will be in a few minutes," Mark whispered. "You're first, aren't you, Johnny?"
The boy nodded. "Man, do I dig tits like she has. Those boobs are really great. I'm already getting a hard-on, just thinking about them."
Mark took a deep breath, feeling a tremble in his loins as he thought of this slim, horny kid nuzzling into the deep, soft hills of his wife's breasts. "You'll have to follow me through the bath," he said. "Alice will have the bedroom lights out, as usual. I'll get in bed first and check how smashed she is, maybe feel her up a little to get her started. Then I'll slip out and you can take my place. If everything works out, she won't know she's being fucked by a stranger until it's too late."
"Far-out," Gina breathed, and Leon murmured, "Yeah-it kind of makes it better, her not knowing. I'm all stiff, too; I never made it with a grownup chick before, especially not a married one."
"It'll be freaky," Tammy said softly.
"If it works," Mark worried. "But if she starts to yell or something-well, I'll have to hold her down, maybe." Johnny followed him on tiptoe, and in the bathroom, both of them climbed out of their clothes. Mark watched the boy's long slim prick rising from its nesting of curly bronze hairs, seeing the deep pink bud of the glans. In a moment, that polished tip would begin to ooze warm and slippery juice, in readiness for its entrance into Alice Ashland's throbbing, deep pussy.
The boy looked at Mark's cock and said, "I hope mine grows that big someday."
"You do fine just like it is," Mark whispered. "I guess we're ready." He turned out the bathroom light and opened the door into his bedroom, moving confidently through the dark to the king-size bed where he could hear Alice softly breathing.
Lowering himself carefully to the bed, he turned back the sheet and slid in beside the warm body of his naked wife. Alice stirred and mumbled something indistinguishable; he thought: good, and stroked the full curves of her ass. Sleepily, she shifted her smooth legs and turned onto her back, reaching for him dreamily. Mark caressed the rich mounds of her breasts, running his fingers lightly over the silken texture of her skin. Alice reacted sluggishly, and he smiled in the darkness, trailing his hand down over the gentle arch of her belly and fondling between her opulent thighs.
Mark's prick was so hard that it ached, and he wanted very much to slide the head of it into those humid pubic hairs so mossy under his fingers, to touch it into the resilient wetness of his wife's cunt lips. But he didn't dare go ahead with the idea; she might come alive too soon, and Alice should be only partly awake when a stiff cock began moving in and out of her receptive, mellow pussy.
Forcing himself to back away from her, he eased off the bed and felt through the blackness to touch Johnny's naked body. The boy came past him as Alice murmured drowsily, "Mark?"
"Yeah," Johnny whispered throatily, and Mark added in low hiss, "I'm turning on the bed lamp, Alice. Keep your eyes closed."
She answered, "But I don't-oh, I shouldn't have had so much to drink."
Then Johnny Darnell was under the sheet with her, and Mark saw his wife's eyes squeezed tight against the light. He was gambling by having the bulb on, Mark knew, but he had to see it all, once it got started; he couldn't just sit in the dark and listen to the wet pussy noises. If he did, he might come all over himself.
He saw Alice's pale golden hair spread over the pillow, and the boy's darker blonde head next to it, the sheet covering them both. But he could make out slow movement as Johnny ran his hands deftly over Alice's mounded breasts and down the ripe length of her full body. His wife muttered and wrapped her arms around the boy, and he saw the sheet lifting as she raised and spread her knees. Carefully then, Mark slid the sheet from them and sat down on the floor beside the bed.
It was like seeing closeups in an X-rated movie, he thought, only far better and infinitely more personal because this was his own wife and she was very real, because Alice was about to be fucked by a horny young boy she had ten years on. He watched Johnny kissing Alice's left, nipple, running his tongue over the thumb sized nozzle while both his hands worked the delicious globe. The kid really had a breast fixation, he thought, but Johnny didn't let that block his exploration of the rest of the plush body, and one hand drifted down to center between the widespread, generous thighs to cup her soft and bountiful pussy.
Mark's wife sighed and held the slim body close. If she was sober, she could have told the difference at first touch, Mark thought, but in her present condition, smashed and aroused, she was concentrating upon the pleasure spreading inside her juicy cunt as Johnny slipped a finger between the pink lips and stroked there. Mark stared mesmerized at the sight, at the strange finger working inside the hot salve of his wife's passionate snatch, at the way Alice arched her back and lifted her rounded ass so she could squirm more freely upon it.
The boy didn't give her a chance to fondle his prick. He angled himself up between her legs and guided the hard cockhead into the damply welcoming forest of her golden pubic hair. Mark felt his breath hang in his constricted throat as that swollen glans probed for the cunt lips and found them, as it pushed slowly into the humid labia and slid tenderly from sight. Johnny's very hard prick was slipping up into her cunt then, greased by the fragrant love oils there.
Mark knew a weird and sudden urgency to reach out and caress his wife's ass as that iron hard cock buried it self full length into the voluptuous well of her cunt, as those hairy balls came to rest in the cleft of her buttocks. He wanted to feel her reactions as well as see. He had a desire to touch the boy's shaft as it slid partway out and prodded back into the clinging depths of Alice's luxurious pussy.
She began to wiggle, grinding slowly in that erotic motion Mark was so familiar with, but it was more lascivious now, because she was riding upon someone else's prick. Johnny took a grip upon her succulent ass with both hands, and thrust harder, working his rigid cock strongly into the grip of her slippery vagina, rocking back and forth in the soft caress of her full thighs.
It was happening, Mark thought; it wasn't a fantasy, but reality. At this moment, he was watching his lovely and beloved wife being fucked by another male. He was really seeing Johnny's eager prick reaching in and out of the satiny slot that Mark had screwed so many times, and the sight made Mark more excited than he had ever been. He squeezed hard upon the aching shaft of his own prick, finding that the distended head was leaking warm fluid in anticipation of doing exactly what the boy was doing now, and in that same beautiful, aroused cunt.
"Mmmm," Alice murmured, stroking Johnny's slim back. "Oh Mark, darling-that's so good. It's been too long, but it's better than ever-so-different-"
She must really be turned on, he thought; she seldom spoke when she was being fucked.
Johnny ground his pelvis into Alice's richly haired crotch, and Mark could see the pistoning cock glisten wetly as it emerged for more powerful thrusts. The kid's balls slapped damply into the crack of her ass, and Mark's wife hunched to them, rolling her belly and churning the ardent clenching of her vagina around his prick, her breath coming faster and her head thrown back now, her eyes still tightly shut against the intruding light.
"Oh yeah," Johnny grunted, giving a final, corkscrew stroke that tried to pack his balls up into Alice's torrid labia. The wrinkled sack swelled and shuddered, and Mark realized that a boiling stream of semen was hissing along the boy's embedded cock to spurt into her cunt. Creamy and bubbling, it was flowing through that trembling sheath of velvet, turning her pussy soupy, flooding Alice's joyous vagina with boyish come.
Mark's wife shook from head to foot, and her crotch bumped in a series of hungry movements; then she let out the soft cry of intense gratification that meant she was also coming. They lay locked together, the horny boy and Mark's loving wife, Johnny's semen dripping inside her feverish cunt, his prick melting adoringly in the tender grasp of Alice's vaginal walls.
It was done. Alice had been fucked by another guy, and she had fucked back, never realizing that it wasn't her husband's body between their thighs, that it wasn't her husband's well known cock that had ejaculated inside her lush and juicy snatch. But unless she was really stoned out of her mind and about to pass out, Alice would soon recover her senses and discover the truth.
Johnny Darnell must have been thinking the same thing, for he turned his face and looked inquiringly at Mark. His heart thumping and his prick pulsing, Mark stood up and put one knee upon the bed beside their twined and naked bodies. Gently, he disengaged his wife's arms from around the boy's shoulders, moving them back over her head and taking a good grip upon her wrists.
Alice stirred, her eyes fluttering open to blink up at his concerned face. Her eyes were dazed, and softened by that special warmth that comes to a woman when she has just been well-fucked. But recognition came to them, and puzzlement.
Her lips parted. "M-mark? Darling, that was so wonderful-but you-you're still in me and so how can you Mark?"
"Hold still," he directed, stopping her startled words with his mouth as he leaned to kiss her. Against her lips, he said then, "It's all right, Alice. It's just fine, darling. Try to relax, just take it easy."
She began to struggle half-heartedly, her movements surging her hips. Johnny Damell moved, too, clinging to the ripe cheeks of her ass and sliding his still rigid prick back and forth into her saturated pussy.
Mark said sharply: "Don't fight, Alice! Just feel-feel, baby. That's a different cock inside your hot pussy. You've just been fucked by somebody else, and you loved it You loved it, Alice-you came with him, and your cunt is all tingling right now, with his come in it, with his hard prick moving inside it. You still love it, baby."
"N-no-oh no!" She tried to bring her hands down, and couldn't. "I can't do anything like that-oh no!"
Mark held her down, putting both knees on the bed now. "You're doing it darling. Your ass is moving, and your pussy is wiggling around the boy's shaft. It feels great, doesn't it? You love his prick slipping in your j cunt; your cunt is eating it up, making wet love to Johnny's cock."
She tried to say something else, to deny it all, to scream out that this was some kind of nightmare, but Mark didn't allow it. He said quickly to Johnny: "Keep fucking her, man. Put the meat to my wife's pussy strong and deep-fuck her and fuck her until she comes again!"
Then he clamped his mouth savagely into Alice's, driving his eager tongue over her limp one down and into the back of her gasping throat. His teeth clashed against hers, and his wife moaned. The boy obeyed orders gladly, grinding his surging meat heavily into her foamy pussy, pumping his ass up and down between Alice's trembling thighs. Mark kept tonguing her, kissing her fervently, making her feel his sensuous love while she was experiencing the intense screwing Johnny was giving her.
Alice's tongue quivered against his own, and her body began to writhe as the boy's stiff prick churned inside her cunt, as it rubbed wetly against her aroused clitoris. Mark could feel his wife's belly rippling when Johnny sledged his meat home forcefully, and the bed shook. She also shook with the rhythm of the powerful screwing, and moaned against Mark's teeth.
Sensing her surrender, Mark released her wrists. Her arms came down to wrap around his neck, and Alice bit his lip savagely. Startled, he broke the long kiss, and she moaned again. "Oh-oh, he's doing it to me so nice-so hard and deep. Oh Mark, somebody else is screwing me, and you-you want him to! I can't-oh-oh! His thing is so stiff."
"Fuck him, baby," he said, cupping her lavish breasts in both hands and pressing down upon the rigid nipples. "Fuck him good; ride that young prick and come hard, darling. He loves your hot pussy, and you love his teenage prick-fuck him, fuck him!"
Alice's crotch heaved in fierce spasms as she bucked her pelvis into the boy's sweaty belly, and Johnny pounded the meat into it, flecks of his previous ejaculation flying wet and frothy as his cock slammed home, time and again. Alice met him stroke for violent stroke, grinding her ass and lifting her plump legs to wrap them around Johnny's slim back so she could hunch to him better.
"I'm fucking him!" she cried out, as her mouth ran wild across Mark's face, as her hands dug at his chest. "Oh-I'm screwing him and I-I'm coming again, Mark-I'm coming again!"
His wife bit into his throat as she reached orgasm, twisting and seesawing upon Johnny's sledging prick. The boy continued to feed it into her steaming pussy, until his legs stiffened out and he let go another sizzling load of semen into Alice's searing cunt.
Mark held her close, turning her upper body to mash those big nipples in to his own chest and kissing her slack, gasping mouth.
"Good, baby," he murmured, "very good."
CHAPTER NINE
Johnny had moved off into the bathroom, and through it to tell the others that everything had gone okay. Mark cuddled his stunned wife close, holding her naked body against his own, his overloaded shaft thick and hard between their bellies. Alice's smooth skin was still sweaty, still heated by the heavy screwing she'd had. He thought she had never felt sweeter or more desirable.
She whispered into his throat: "I-I don't know what to say. How could I? And yet-"
"You might ask how could IP" Mark answered. "I broke every one of the old rules, bringing that boy in to screw my own wife, and holding her down when she tried to get away. But I did it because I knew you'd love it, because I've learned a lot of things the past few days."
Her hands at first moved hesitatingly over his body, then grew a little bolder. "You don't think our love is-is spoiled by me screwing him back like that?"
He caressed the mellow cheeks of her ass. "No way; it'll be better than ever, really free for the first time, baby, I've never been so turned on, as when I watched you humping and wiggling on Johnny's prick, as when I saw that hard cock sliding in and out of that sweet pussy I'm so crazy about."
Alice's fingers reached his shaft and toyed with it. "I can feel that, and it's a funny thing-I'm still hot Do you want to do it to me, Mark-With his stuff still dripping inside me? No-that isn't what I want to ask. What I mean is: do you still want to fuck me, with his come still juicy in my cunt?"
He laughed gently. "See, you're already changing for the better, saying things out front. Sure, I want to fuck you; my prick is so hard it hurts. But Johnny isn't the only one who came twice tonight. I screwed his sixteen year old girlfriend, the loveliest little thing you ever saw, and I also fucked another girl, a tall Latin chick named Gina; she's even younger."
"Mark!" she said in shock, but then her body relaxed and she purred into his ear. "I guess you'll just have to explain it all to me, darling-after we fuck." Her leg lifted over him and Alice thrust her wet snatch against the base of his upright rod.
Her entire approach was different, he realized; normally, she would have waited for him to make all the moves, joining in the foreplay only at the last moment. Now she had suddenly turned aggressive, or was it a release of long hidden impulses made possible by the new screwing she had taken? Mark didn't care which; he knew only that he liked it, and dug the way she was playing with his balls, how she was rubbing the head of his solid prick up and down over the rubbery wet lips of her greasy labia.
Dipping his face, he nuzzled into the scented valley of her large breasts, thinking that before long, he would titty-fuck Alice, but for the moment, only enjoying the marvelous texture of the soft globes and the flavor of their distended nipples. Alice hadn't made him this horny before, not even the first time she shyly let him get into her virginal cunt. There was a new flame within her, matching the fiery core aroused in him, and together they'd quench them.
Alice gyrated her crotch hungrily, dragging his cockhead up into the sudsy pubic hairs, forcing the flanged knob into the opening of her pussy lips. She was so hot that he flinched at the silken depths when his wife surged to him driving his rigid pole into the grasp of her blistering vagina. She was liquidy inside, lush and slippery with Johnny's semen, and with her own copious juices.
Grabbing his head in both hands, Alice jammed his mouth hard onto her tit and swung her pelvis savagely, raking his buried cock around inside her lubricated snatch, holding him pinned into place with her leg, humping and stroking as if she hadn't been fucked for years. Her ass shook and heaved, and she seemed to be trying to force her entire big tit into his mouth.
"Come on, Mark!" she hissed. "Oh my darling-your prick is big and stiff, and I love it up me, adore it moving inside my hot cunt. Fuck me, darling-screw me-jam your prick up me until I can't stand it any more!"
Digging his fingernails into the rounded pillows of her vibrant ass, Mark fed his meat into his wife, driving it up into her pulling snatch, revelling in the greasy feel of it slipping around his cock. They squirmed together, raking at each other, moaning and pounding, and Alice came furiously, her vagina flexing and rippling.
He didn't stop screwing her; she backed off only for a moment, then her crotch made avid little circles again, as her syrupy cunt did new tricks. Forcing her over onto her back, Mark reached his plunger deeper into her receptive hole, sloshing it strongly against the cup of her spongy womb.
Impaling her writhing body, he held her still for a second and said, "Tell me how it felt, when Johnny fucked you. Tell me what it was like, when you discovered you had a new prick up this beautiful pussy."
She arched beneath him, her hands cupping the cheeks of his ass. "You-you saw it all."
"Tell me," he demanded, swivelling his hips so that his cock caressed her eager clit and touched all the other bases. "I want to know all your emotions, Alice."
"I was shocked," she managed to say. "I-when I looked up and saw you crouching over me, and realized that there was another prick in me, that it couldn't be yours-I just froze. I was so scared. But then he-that boy just kept pumping it inside me, and I could feel his hot come slipping around, feel the head of that super hard cock reaching into me-and then you-you kissed me and ran your tongue so far into my mouth-and I--oh, keep fucking me, Mark."
He plowed the flowing depths of her active pussy. "Go on, darling."
She humped to him, riding up and down with the rhythm of his shaft. "Then it got so good, even if I was scared-and his prick is so hard-and before I knew it, my ass was moving and my pussy was jumping, and I couldn't stop. I had to screw him back-and he just slammed it up me, and I came-oh, it was terrific when I came that time! I was all shaky inside, and then he-he came, too; his hot juice was like an explosion in my pussy, and you were feeling my tits, and-and it was just tremendous."
Mark stepped up his thrusting, his body tingling and his mind racing. This sweet cunt, this gorgeous ass, so plump and rich and fulfilling-he had given his wife a precious gift, presented her with orgasms that she would never have otherwise reached, and it was if her climaxes were somehow his own, too. His prick was Johnny's prick, both of them surging, churning, reaching into this fantastic pussy-and very soon, his come would mix with Johnny's come, their semen blending deep within this tender woman cunt.
"I love you, you sweet bitch," he panted, and Alice's contortions were sinuous answers. Her belly glued to his as her snatch flipped and lurched madly, and he felt her ass cheeks tighten in the grip of his hands. Alice's legs lifted and coiled powerfully around his back, struggling to force him impossibly deeper into the sucking sheath of her pulsating cunt.
They came together, his juices bursting into her pussy like live steam under tremendous pressure, hissing and flaring throughout the length and breadth of her vaginal sleeve. She shuddered and moaned, biting his throat and raking his back. Mark flooded that adored pussy with his come, spurting upon the action-lathered fluid already left there by Johnny Darnell.
Clinging to each other, they lay motionless for a long time, wrapped in that marvelous warmth that mutual orgasm brings. Alice moved first, sliding her legs down from his waist and stretching them out. Then she stroked his back, murmuring into his ear, thanking him for the magic, and for bringing her the boy. Slowly, Mark came back to the world, and realized that the others were still waiting.
But they wouldn't be bored, he knew, even though they'd all had to remain quiet. Once Johnny had told them about fucking Alice, and her response, Tammy and Gina had probably been at the two guys like bitches in heat. And Mark imagined that Tammy had been the guiding force behind giving him and Alice time to get it together. That sensuous little doll had great sensitivity, too; she was not only voluptuous, but also thoughtful. And, Mark reminded himself, that sweet redhead had one of the finest cunts in the world.
Lying beside his supine wife, Mark told her about Tammy, describing how he had let the girl seduce him, but admitting that he had been turned on for hours before, unable to keep his eyes from her ripening body so graceful and compelling. Alice snuggled into the crook of his arm, listening as he went into intimate detail about fucking the tiny girl and the reactions of that mini-cunt, Tammy's absolute honesty and forthrightness.
"She went down on me," he said. "That amazing kid ate my prick and made it a natural, loving thing to do. And I ate her darling little snatch then, getting my tongue deep into it and teasing her clit, sucking and swallowing her juices. It was wonderful, Alice."
His wife was quiet for awhile, then whispered, "I guess I've always wanted to try it, but it's supposed to be perverted, a bad thing. And Mark-you said you screwed two girls."
"Tammy brought her friend," he went on. "Gina is also beautiful, and an entirely different body style from Tammy, and from you. She's just as honest and open, and loves to fuck. I got it into her ass; she's a three-way girl, Alice; she digs it all."
His wife said, "Oh my; that's something I never considered. Was it fun? Of course, or you wouldn't have done it. But tell me, Mark-how did you manage, with two girls?"
"They took turns on me," he said. "They sucked my prick and fucked me and played with each other in between. They did more than just play, darling-they went down on each other's cunts."
"I-but that's not normal, is it? I mean, being lesbian-"
"More like being bi-sexual," he explained. "It was an orgy, Alice-a wonderful, fabulous orgy, and I never realized how much and how often I could come, how long and steadily I could just keep on fucking. You've been through a little of the same thing, but there's much, much more in store for you-if you want it."
Her hand slid over and cupped his limp prick. "With Johnny, you mean?"
"And a guy called Leon," he answered, "and both those lovely, passionate girls-and me. Any way you want to try, every way you ever imagined, in your wildest, most secret dreams."
Alice said, "I'm not sure I can handle it. I'm still all shaken up by what just happened. But I know I never came three times running in my whole life before. Aren't you embarrassed, to be with more than one person, when you're fucking?"
"Listen" he continued, "both boys and I screwed the two girls, switching from one to the other. I've seen little Tammy take Leon's cock up her exquisite little cunt and suck Johnny at the same time. She licked my prick while it was sliding back and forth in Gina's pussy. It's the mixing, the sharing and giving that makes it so wild and stimulating."
"It's all so confusing," she said, playing with his shaft. "I never even believed I would say fuck out loud, much less actually fuck someone else. And now I keep seeing these pictures you're painting, and they don't seem obscene at all. Instead, they're very exciting. You said the three of you screwed both girls, changing over. That makes me shiver. Just think-three different pricks sliding into my pussy; three different bodies between my legs; three different kinds of explosions going off in me Mark kissed her and sat up. "There's more mix in the shaker, if you need it. Maybe you should finish the drinks, so you won't turn shy again. Darling, all you have to do is relax and let it happen. Now, there isn't much time left tonight; the kids all have to be home by twelve, but I know they're just panting to get a look at you up close. And especially Leon; he wants to fuck you so bad that his cock jumped up just because he thought he might."
She said, "I-I don't know-"
"All three of us," he said, "one after the other; a gang bang; an orgy that will make you come more times than you can count. Drink up, baby, and I'll bring the kids."
They were waiting in the living room, all four of them stark naked, and he saw that both the boy's pricks were stiff. Tammy leaped up to meet him, laughing as she came tiptoe and reached up for him to kiss her. "Isn't it great? Johnny told us that your wife is a fabulous fuck, and poor Leon has been holding off, waiting his turn. Is she ready?"
"Just about," Mark said. "She's still a bit shaken up and trying to get her head straight about it all. Come on; we'll go see."
He led them into the bedroom where Alice was now hidden beneath the sheet. But she hadn't turned off the bed lamp, and the cocktail shaker was empty. He said, "Alice, it seems kind of silly to be making formal introductions-but this beautiful girl is Tammy, and the other lovely young woman is Gina. You've already met Johnny, informally but intimately. And this is Leon, who is coming apart at the seams because he wants to screw you so badly."
Alice swallowed audibly and her cheeks were pink. "H-hello. Mark, are they all going to-to watch?"
Tammy slid gracefully to the bed and removed the covering sheet. "You have a gorgeous body, Mrs. Ashland; it's so rich and mature, and there's no reason you should be ashamed of it-or of using it. I've never seen such a plump, golden pussy." The girl leaned to kiss Alice on the mouth, and whispered, "Let it happen."
Mark gave Leon a little shove. "She's yours first. Alice has her heart set on a gang bang."
Hesitantly, Leon advanced toward the bed, his stubby, thick prick held in one hand, shining black hair gleaming in his crotch, his pale skin very smooth. Alice's eyes fixed upon the boy's ready cock, staring entranced at the polished head as it neared her. Her legs were together, but when Leon crawled over them, she spread them in reflex.
They watched the boy caress Alice's lush body, and saw her respond to the fondling of her big tits, the stroking of her dewy mound. When Leon kissed a nip pie, Alice moaned and pulled his face tightly into her breast.
Johnny Darnell sat in a chair, his legs out and his shaft erect. Gina and Tammy sank to the floor beside Mark, his arms around both of them, his hands lightly upon their warm cunts. They all settled down to watch the lovemaking beginning upon the big bed, to see and to be part of it.
Silently, Leon went about the job, kissing Alice's trembling belly and moving a finger into her steaming cunt, then moving her plump thighs apart so he could fit his cockhead into the juicy opening he had been playing with. The woman's hands rested upon his slim shoulders as he climbed on top of her, his stiff rod feeling for her slick labia. Alice moved to welcome it, shifting her ass to lock the swollen glans into her cunt lips, and Leon drove it home, plunging his prick into her well-greased vagina with a single hungry stroke that buried it to the balls.
"Oh!" Alice said, and dug her fingers into the boy's shoulders as her ass tightened, as her sheath first gave way, then squeezed hotly down upon the submerged meat that was reaching into her mature pussy for the first time.
Tammy breathed into Mark's ear: "Isn't it far-out? It looks so beautiful-Leon's prick backing out of that lovely pussy all slick and shiny."
"Yes," Mark answered. "It makes me happy to see that my wife is being thrilled, and to have Leon know how sweet and juicy her cunt is. I'm glad for both of them."
Gina said, "I'm glad for all of us. Man, look at Leon pump the meat to your old lady! He won't last long at that rate. Who's going to fuck her next?"
"Whoever she wants," Mark said raggedly, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at the blur of the boy's cock hammering up and down into his wife's soapy cunt, as he listened to the squishy, sexy noises there and heard Alice moaning in rapture as she swung her full hips lasciviously.
Leon was grunting as he drove his shaft home again and again. "Great pussy, lady-all soft and slick-all hot and full of come. Oh wow-I'm fucking a married woman with great big tits, sticking it to her, and she's screwing me back-oh wow, man-man-"
Alice squirmed madly and sledged her pelvis into Leon's, bracing her feet against the bed and lifting the boy to his knees while she gloriously rode his churning prick. She was about to come, Mark saw, recognizing the telltale signs-and Leon was pretty close, too; the kid's strokes were turning jerky and uncontrollable.
Tammy wrapped a tiny set of warm fingers around Mark's shaft and breathed, "They're making it-oh how they're making it!"
Mark saw the boy's testicles contract within their swinging, wrinkled sack, saw Leon's ass cheeks clamp tightly shut as he cried out, "Coming in you, lady! Pumping my hot stuff up your beautiful cunt-squirting you all full of my come-ah-ahh!"
And Alice groaned, "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, sweet boy-pack my pussy full of your semen-that's right--uh-uh-UHHH!"
Mark's wife crested in a shuddering climax of passion as he watched, orgasming upon a strong young prick that she had never seen until moments ago. Her thighs spasmed and she held Leon tightly between them, adoring him with every inch of her hot flesh.
Tammy pulled Mark's cock and said, "She's ready for anything now, lover. Why don't you and Johnny both take her on? You said she never went down on you; well, now's the time. She'll eat you while Johnny fucks her, I'm sure of it."
"Yeah," Gina said. "Go, man."
As if he was an actor in a TV play, doing and saying only as he was told, Mark stood up and walked toward his wife and the boy who was only now backing his dripping cock from the golden pussy. Johnny walked with him, taking the other side of the bed. Panting and sweating, Leon climbed down to give them room. Mark saw that his wife's eyes were glazed, as if she was in a hypnotic trance. She looked weak and helpless, and she had never been more beautiful to him, never more sensuous.
"Alice," he said, climbing across her limp body and settling his ass upon the twin pillows of her magnificent breasts, but balancing most of his weight upon his knees, "I'm going to put my cock in your mouth, darling. Johnny is going to put his into your pussy, and while he's fucking you, I'm going to be fucking you, too-but in your mouth."
Wordlessly, she nodded, her blue eyes dazed but warm. Mark squeezed her tits together and worked his stiff prick between them for a few strokes, knowing when Johnny shoved the meat into her cunt by the way Alice squirmed. Then Mark lifted his swollen, aching cockhead to rub it gently across her unresisting red lips. He felt his wife's body move in a slow rhythm as the boy behind him began to fuck her, and he forced her lips open to push his cockhead in them.
CHAPTER TEN
Mark came slowly awake to the aroma of frying bacon, backed by the perfume of strong coffee. It was Monday and a work day, but he had no intention of going to the office. That was one of the good things about owning his shop, he thought; there was no boss to tell him he couldn't stay home, and other people could run the business as well. Even before he went into the bathroom, he dialed the office and told Miss Hanson he'd be gone a few days, but she could reach him at home if anything important came up.
Showering and shaving, he found himself taking far more care of his appearance, being careful about the little things and making certain he was all over deodorized, his face smooth as he could make it, his skin lightly scented. He felt so damned alive, every nerve in his body alert and a new, refreshing youthfulness moving strongly within him.
Wearing his robe and thinking he'd get a new one soon, he whistled down the hallway and into the kitchen. Alice had her back to him, working at the stove, so he put his arms around her waist, nuzzled into the soft hair at the nape of her creamy neck and pressed his crotch into the sensitive curve of her buttocks. "Good morning, darling."
Alice half-turned to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Just about ready. I've already fed the baby, and he's playing in his crib. Two eggs or three?"
"Three," Mark answered. "For several reasons, I'm a little weak in the knees this morning, but I also feel terrific."
Her cheeks were pink. "So do I."
He drank juice and sipped coffee. "Too bad the kids had to make their curfew, but in a way, I guess we needed the break. I had more time to adjust to things, but it hit you all at once. If there's anything you want to talk about-"
Alice sat down opposite him, her pale lashes lowered. She looked great in a pale green dressing gown with a low vee neck that exposed the tops of her well developed tits. Her hair was waved back softly and bound with a green ribbon. Mark remembered digging his fingers into that luxurious hair last night, holding her head in place while he stroked his prick into her panting, inexperienced mouth.
His wife said, "There's so much, but I don't know how to put it together. I get all mixed up. But I know that--well, I'm kind of a new person today, as if I was a book and the pages have been reprinted. Does that make much sense?"
He reached over and touched her hand. "Sure it does. I'm in the same shape. I never thought I could accept you screwing anyone else, much less get all turned on by it-but the fact is, I've never loved you more, and you've never been so lovely."
Alice looked down at her plate. "There's so much I don't understand about it all, but as that gorgeous little Tammy said, I'm just flowing with it, letting it happen.
Last night, it was almost all me-both those passionate boys laying me, over and over again, and you taking part, somehow the main part. This morning I was thinking of you in the same position, with the girls and me."
"Does it bother you?" Mark asked.
His wife shook her head. "I don't think so-no more than you putting your thing-your cock-into my mouth and having me suck it. But that was me in the middle, too, accepting pricks from both ends, being madly adored by two rutting males. I forgot there was anyone else in the room, in the world; there was just your cock and his, just my pussy and my mouth, and all that hot semen flooding me. I never had an idea of spitting out your come, Mark-no more than my cunt could have ejected Johnny's come, either. I want you to feel the same way, to be the center of love and sex and fucking, those lovely girls and me doing it all to you and for you."
He said, "And for yourselves, too. Giving pleasure means taking it, Alice; then it becomes an incomparable kind of sharing."
She looked up and her eyes met his. "When will they be back?"
"Tonight, I think. Maybe the boys will be along, maybe not. They have a loose arrangement, and we have to remember that they're all still kids, with social controls upon them."
Alice smiled softly. "To think that I've fucked two boys that much younger than myself. If you and Tammy hadn't started this, I would never have looked at Johnny or Leon, thinking of them as children. Some children; they know more about fucking than I do."
Surprised, Mark discovered he had finished his breakfast while they were talking. He said, "I'm taking some time off. There's a lot you and I can do for ourselves, before tonight. I get excited listening to you discuss your feelings about those kids."
Her eyes warmed instantly. "Give me a little time to clean up the kitchen and see to the baby."
In the living room, he saw that she had kept the curtains drawn, and smiled at the change that had taken place in his wife; Alice had been planning to ball today, and beyond the restricted confines of the "proper" place for screwing, at that. Now the entire house would be her marital bed-or the world.
When she came in, her dressing gown was trailing out from her magnificent body, a fluttering background for the lushly mature lines of hips and thighs and calves. Her heavy breasts swung freely and unfettered, their delectable faucets already full and swollen. Dim light gleamed among the thick, furry patch of her burnished pubic hair. Mark watched her from the couch, his prick hardening as she approached, the head of it expanding to reach through the folds of his robe.
When she stood close, he could smell the freshness of her pale skin and see the glossy perfection of her belly so near, the dusky dimple of her navel. Mark reached up and circled the warm cushions of her tits with spread fingers, exploring the engorged nipples. Alice stroked his hair, her flesh radiating an aura of compelling femininity, the aroma of a woman aching to be loved.
Pressing his mouth to her rib cage, Mark touched her skin with the tip of his tongue and was rewarded by a quick rippling of her tensing flesh. This was her first experience with oral sex, he remembered, and was glad that he would be the first to know the secret flavors of his wife's generous pussy, knowing also that he would not be the last man to eat this rich cunt.
Sliding down his hands and taking hold of her hips, Mark drew Alice closer, biting gently along her upper belly and feeling the springy nest of her cunt against his chest. His wife spread her golden thighs, and Mark lowered his face so that his tongue could feel along the outer perimeter of her pubic hair and know the thrill of it tingling across his lower lip.
But he couldn't really get at her this way, so Mark pulled her to the couch and turned her so she would be lying on her back. Coming to his knees and backing along the shapely lengths of her legs, he stared down at the treasure of her pussy, nestled so cunningly between the opulent perfection of her rounded thighs.
So many times, he had fucked that lovely, plump cunt, flooding it again and again with the spitting release from his balls, but he had never known the taste of it, had never felt her pelvis grind against his mouth. This land of love would be new to them both, and they trembled expectantly.
Kissing her knees, Mark spread them and moved his mouth up inside her thigh, licking the vibrant skin, swerving to tease into the highly erogenous zone where thigh met groin, then working across Alice's quivering belly to lave her navel. He paid the same homage to her other thigh, his nostrils flaring at the rising, pungent odor of her cunt, summery and spiced with that special, private perfume, the matchless attar of womanhood itself.
The pink, swollen lips peeped up at him from their silken netting of hair, and Mark's mouth reached down for them. Alice flinched strongly at the first caress of his tongue, then lifted her crotch to welcome him. He drew his tongue wetly up and down the impossibly soft labia, feeling pubic hairs slide against it, sensing the enchanted flavors turning torrid and oily there.
Above him, as her hips began a gentle and sensuous tick tocking movement, Alice breathed, "Oh darling, oh darling-"
Mark plunged his tongue into her pussy lips, driving it deeply, stretching it to full length so he could feel the silken moist folds of her vagina, slick and hot around that sensitive part of his flesh. Alice tasted of fiery excitement, her pussy greased with dark honey, and he opened his mouth wide, spreading his lips over her succulent labia as his tongue worked in and around her cunt, more agile than any man's prick.
She hunched into his mouth, feeding him her savory meats, and Mark sucked them into his lips, pulling and drawing upon the labia turned inside out, joying in their juiciness, eagerly dragging their lubricants down his hungry throat. Probing and reaching, he found the velvet hooding of his wife's clitoris, corkscrewing his tongue beneath it to tantalize the nubby little center of her passions. The clit flexed and trembled; Mark concentrated his suction upon it, feeling the greasy erection inhaled into his teeth.
Using all the facile movements of mouth and tongue, applying suction interspersed with release, he adored that clit and surrounding satin tissues, avidly worshipping within the pulsing shrine of her inflamed pussy, loving it as he loved the rest of her and revelling in the frantic wheeling of her pelvis, the undulations of her ass.
"You-you're eating me alive!" Alice gasped. "Ohahh-I'm going crazy! Mark, darling Mark-your tongue and the way you're sucking my pussy-oohh! I can't stand it-"
Wringing her pelvis in short, furious arcs, Alice hunched, shuddering to his mouth and came, her thighs closing softly about his head. He could feel the long, deep pulsations of her cunt trembling in orgasm, and identifying with Alice's fierce climax made his own stiff prick quiver.
Mark whipped his mouth from her steamy vulva and took her knees in both hands, levering his wife over onto her belly. The polished mounds of her ripe ass glowed up at him, a delicate tufting of golden hairs escaping the deep pink cleft. He climbed astride her thighs, using his thumbs to pry the cheeks apart so that he could press his aching cockhead down into the humid pussy lips, then shove it up, parting the slippery labia and penetrating into the sleeve of the boiling vagina itself.
Inside, she was all soapy and so hot it was almost like dipping his shaft into a wet oven. Mark shoved it powerfully up that sweet and luxurious grasp, packing her with his hard meat, snugging his balls close against the cunt lips. Alice wiggled beneath him, grinding her rounded ass up into his crotch, and he caught at her hips, slid one hand around her belly and down to finger into the tip of her surging cunt.
Stroking his own sliding prick, toying with her clit, Mark fed the shaft steadily into her writhing body, thrilled by the rolling of her ass beneath his belly.
It was fantastically gratifying, and he was pleased to sense Alice coming on his finger, around his moving cock, but he had other ideas, brought on by the twin caresses of her ass cheeks. Withdrawing his prick from her jealous pussy. Mark lifted the greasy head and placed it carefully against the pinkish-brown puckering of her other hole. His breath sobbing in his throat, mouth going dry with anticipation, he pushed cautiously into the tight ring, knowing from past experience that it could be stretched, that a woman's anus can be turned elastic enough to admit a determined prick.
Moaning, Alice hiked her crotch backward and spread her thighs wider, helping him, forcing her hole into the blunt end of his hard-cored glans. The tip worked wetly into the little circle, and Mark continued to apply pressure until the rim gave way and allowed his glans to slide into the hot center. It moved up and up into that searingly tight tube as Alice gasped in delighted shock. His shaft worked on inside, and his balls came to rest against the humid upper lips of her pussy.
Slowly, he stroked her, feeling up into that secret place with his sensitive cockhead, slipping it back through the clinging hose, then reaching deeply again, back and forth, while Alice shivered and groaned softly, her fingers clenching into the couch, her big tits mashed flat there.
Mark hesitated at the withdrawal end of stroke, then backed another inch and let the ring shut emptily. Hunching lower, he fed his foamy cockhead back into the roomier sheath of his wife's cunt, prodding to find the cup of her cervix.
He still had one finger snugged into her hood, working tenderly into her clit; his prick moved in and out for a few thrilling strokes. He brought it all the way out and returned it to the narrowness of her asshole, finding the going much easier there since he had initially opened her up. Two, three rapturous thrusts into her tube; two or three more into the juicy lava of her cunt, working back and forth as if he were fucking two separate women, and the tingling pressure built up inside his sweaty thighs, crawling up to his balls with each succeeding thrust into ass or pussy, making them expand until they could hold no more.
Hurrying, he buried his stiff prick to the hilt within the blissful confines of Alice's asshole, and shivered it there as the head flexed mightily, then loosed a thundering roar of bubbling semen into her bowels. When the deluge soaked her there, Alice jerked spasmodically in immediate response, clenching the cheeks of her ass and grinding furiously upon his finger as well as his submerged cock.
He continued to come in short, hissing spurts of hot juice as she reached her own convulsing orgasm, crying out loudly in wordless ecstasy and biting into the couch. They strained together for what seemed like an eternity of star-shot and spinning consciousness, then Mark sagged slowly down until he was lying flat upon his wife's finely textured back, his prick still locked into the pulsing tube of her glorious ass.
The experience was soul-shaking, its power receding bit by bit until only a melting warmth was left, a liquid delight that glued them together in a mutual and loving devotion.
When at last Mark pulled out of her, it didn't take much effort, because his prick had gone mostly limp, drained of its power by the strength of that all-pervading orgasm. But now he didn't feel as if he was sated, as if he had had enough sex to last him for at least another day. That one-time-around syndrome was a thing of the past; Tammy had shown him how often he could be stimulated by variation and aroused by newness, through experimenting.
And as he lay on the couch beside his drowsy, well-fucked wife, he looked at her through different eyes, knowing a reawakening of sensual interest, the creeping boredom gone, banished by this new honesty where desires did not have to be sublimated, where two or more people could bring it all out up front, say what they meant, share and blend utterly.
He thought of gorgeous little Tammy, and of lean, sexy Gina; maybe they would come alone tonight. He wanted very much to have his wife know the physical love of the two girls, to see her sensitivity expand and take in bisexuality. She had yet to experience a girl's tongue within her luscious pussy, and she had yet to know the taste of another woman's cunt. Mark could picture the three of them fitting together, ripe body and tiny one meshed with the sinuous length of olive skinned flesh-red hair and black, and hair of polished gold; three cunts with distinctive personalities and reactions.
It would be a thrillingly beautiful daisy chain, he thought, a gathering of lovely bodies he could share when he wanted to. He was looking forward to the coming night, and all that darkness might bring to Alice, and to himself.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Just after dusk, they came through the kitchen door, discreet as harem girls. Flowing lovely through the kitchen and into the living room, Tammy and Gina diverged there, skipping up to Mark and Alice. The little girl went right into his wife's arms, lifting to kiss Alice on the mouth.
Gina's willowy length pressed warmly against Mark's body, and her mouth was mobile along his lips, her tongue flicking to the roof of his mouth and back, her hard young breasts digging into the expanse of his chest. "Hi, man-school was a drag all day; we kept thinking of you and your wife."
He heard Tammy murmur, "Alice-you're so beautiful. I'll never forget watching you last night. And I could hardly wait to see you again-both of you."
Mark rested his hands lightly upon Gina's svelte hips. "The boys aren't coming?"
'They're grounded tonight," Gina answered, grinning. "It doesn't matter, though. We can ball without them." He was glad. The kids would be welcome later, but tonight would be something very special, and Mark was happy he was to be the only male, surrounded by these three gorgeous and supremely passionate women. "Sure we can," he said. "I was hoping to be alone with all my girls."
Gina worked her pelvis into his, leaning her upper body back and peering heavy-lidded into his eyes. "It'll be a blast, man. I'm still turned on from last night, see you guys put the meat to your wife. All of you burned out."
Gina drifted away from him, going to pay her respects to Alice. Mark watched his wife and little Tammy, seeing how marvelous they looked together, the tall, ripe woman in the full bloom of early maturity, and the miniature girl just coming into bud, breathtaking in her young beauty. Alice ran her hand over Tammy's deep red hair, stroking it down to where it hung teasingly pendulum just over the sweetly modelled ass. His wife's big breasts pressed into the girl's clavicle, the upper roundness touching Tammy's pert chin.
It was going to be all right, he thought; they already had a feel for each other, a certain rapport that would soon turn into love. Gina joined them, one arm circling Alice's waist as she kissed the older woman's cheek. Mark saw how different they were, yet so strangely alike in this new, open sexuality.
Among his and Alice's usual friends, any three women would be eyeing each other with feral intent, jockeying for some kind of domination. And if there was only one man in the room, they would be verbally at each other's throats. Too, almost any flirting directed his way would be only that-a teasing without intent to follow through, a gentile prick-teasing.
But these three would not only deliver, but make more of any promise, and it was much more exciting for him to realize that they were also very interested in each other, as well. Mark had seen Tammy and Gina playing sixty-nine, their sweet faces buried in each other's rotating crotches, their elegant asses trembling as they ate into hotly flexing cunts. Now he would know that scene duplicated, or in triplicate, with his own wife included.
And somewhere in that luscious, slithering triangle, he would insert himself to be submerged in scented, warm female flesh, to know the fondling of many tits and the caress of juicy cunts, the entangling of sleek legs and round arms, the surrender of damp mouths and curling tongues. A man could willingly lose himself forever that way, he decided.
They came toward him en masse, holding hands, their thighs sliding together, their breasts high and appealing. Alice said, "Suppose you get out of that old robe, darling. We've decided what we're going to do first. Since I was the center of attention last night, fucking three guys one after the other and finally taking on two of you at once, that's the schedule for you tonight."
Tammy giggled. "For starters, lover; then we'll go on to a few other things."
"Believe it," Gina added, grinning. "Curfew is earlier tonight, you know-so we have to crowd a lot into the next few horns."
Tammy was stripping unselfconsciously, baring the gleaming and flawless skin of that superb small body for Alice to see up close. Mark fastened his gaze on the girl too, always amazed at the graceful movements of her supple body and the stunning beauty being exposed-the saucy up-tilting of round apple tits and their provocative strawberry nipples, the creamy sweep of flat belly and the hypnotic appeal of the lovely little mound, fluffed with scarlet hair springy and fine.
Glancing aside, he saw that his wife was also taken by Tammy's captivating allure; Alice's eyes were warmly appealing, her lips dampened by a nervous tongue tip.
Gina showed off her own body, supple and eye-catching, the rose-olive skin looking oiled and polished, her somewhat larger tits proud with their dark centers. The girl pirouetted slowly, her hands caressing her hips, fingers straying over her flat belly, displaying the furry vee of her pussy so black and deep, her long, very slim legs so symmetrical and enticing. The cheeks of her ass were sculptures for a connoisseur of art, but fluidly mobile, light from a table lamp reflecting from their curves and the intriguing long hollow between them.
Mark ran his eyes over the three women, noticing that his wife's bared flesh was shaded by the faint pink of embarrassment, but that only seemed to make it lovelier. So full-bodied and rich, Alice was, her skin filled to ripeness by the firm, hot flesh below, her breasts magnificent in their queenly opulence, the large, round nipples quivering with excitement. Her slightly arched belly was deeply dimpled by her navel, and below it beckoned the piled curls of her burnished pubic hair, golden as the priceless treasure it shaded, the swollen and pouting lips of her pinkly inviting cunt.
One by one, they folded themselves softly back upon the carpet, legs scissoring wonderfully, to lie side by side, their thighs spread and their multicolored cunts inviting the touch of his stiffly throbbing prick. Mark stared at the overwhelming picture they presented to him, at the hairy slits that craved the thrust of his cockhead and would welcome it with carnal devotion. Had any man ever been so lucky?
Gina was on the left, black eyes reaching up at him, her left hand sliding back and forth across Tammy's belly; the tiny redhead moved her own fingers to caress Alice's golden pussy. One, two, three-and Gina was first in line, so Mark went to her, conscious of the other eyes upon them, of the heads turned so no detail would be missed.
Mark kneeled between the girl's outstretched legs, reaching out and down while his cock twitched hard and eager above Gina's waiting hot flesh, as his balls began to fill with strong juices. He teased his hands over her tits, rolling the ripe-olive tips between thumbs and forefingers, pressing his palms down upon them until they disappeared into their firm mounds, then allowing them to spring free once more.
Bridging his body above Gina, he lowered his mouth to hers and met the furious uncoiling of her avid tongue, the hungry clashing of her teeth. Then he kissed the column of her taut throat, the erectile nipples tasting of wildfire and moon silver, but no sweeter than the rippling skin of her belly. But there was another time for the spices of her pussy, he thought, and lifted to set himself between Gina's lean thighs, positioning the aching head of his rigid shaft into the caress of her midnight cunt hair.
"Man," Gina hissed, "you're driving me up the wall! Come on, stick that prick into me-shove it deep into my snatch."
Slowly, Mark pushed his glans into the humid labia, feeling the pubic hairs slide across it damply, centering the blunt end into the trembling entrance of the girl's pussy. She was slick there, and with a sudden wringing of her pelvis, Gina drew his cockhead into her vagina, hunching powerfully up as the engorged meat slipped inside. Mark's prick moved sturdily, excitingly into the liquid-velvet depths, reaching up and in until the full length of his shaft was plunged into her juicy socket.
His balls nestled into the cleft of the girl's slim ass, and as Gina began to swing her hips from side to side he put his hands lightly upon them, to feel the sensuous, erotic rhythm there as well as around his slowly thrusting prick. From the comer of his eye, he saw Tammy watching, saw his wife's blue eyes wide and fascinated. He smiled at them, turning his head as Gina ground greedily upon his slippery club.
He could control himself, he knew; he could hold back a climax and yet enjoy to the fullest this voluptuous screwing. Mark meant to bring Gina to orgasm, make her come wildly, then move on to the next waiting pussy, and to the one after that, restraining his own come until it simply became too much to block. And he would not know which cunt his semen would spurt into, until the magic moment arrived.
"Man, man-man!" Gina moaned, her entire body twisting and heaving, the juicy gripping of her pussy churning around his pistoning meat. "Oh wow, I really dig your big, hard cock-and I'm about to come on it, baby-coming-oh yeah, I'm coming, now-now!"
Mark let her ride it feverishly, her cunt muscles biting down on his bud and her ass clenching, until Gina slowly stopped moving to stiffen out her legs and clench her teeth in the near-pain of a marvelous completion. Then he held it inside her wanton pussy a little longer, giving her time to gently subside.
She was relaxed when he pulled out his cock, and he moved to the next love, hovering above the small and elegant body of Tammy Bronson. Sea-green eyes held his, and he held his glistening shaft over her belly, sliding his palms over her flawless skin, feeling the girl's dainty tits, relearning the texture of her belly skin and the electric tingle of her pubic hairs. Mark could hear his wife breathing heavily beside them, but the throaty sound was only on the periphery of his consciousness, he was so entranced by the miniature loveliness of the girl beneath him waiting to be fucked.
The joining of her glossy thighs was jeweled precision, tapering into the matchless perfection of her nubile pussy, and Mark lovingly caressed that precious mound, so soft and inviting. Tammy's fingertips came butter flying under the hanging sack of his balls, tickling there as he lowered his crotch, sliding his knees into those shapely, polished thighs.
Every time he touched the head of his prick to those blazing hairs was like the very first time, always flashing a jolt of heat through his tensed body, always new and stimulating. The quivering lips of Tammy's mini-pussy kissed his glans damply, and Mark eased it into the avid entrance, feeling that initial impossible tightness giving slowly, teasingly as it expanded to take him in.
At his shoulder, his wife breathed, "Beautiful-oh, it's so beautiful, to watch your prick going into that fantastic little cunt!"
Mark couldn't answer; he was too intent upon pushing his shaft into the snug hole, delving into its exquisite depths where it felt the enwrapping of stains and silks, slippery and thrilling. The cockhead reached bottom, pressed against the spongy receptacle of Tammy's womb, and his balls rested into the charming crevice of the small and delicate ass.
"Oh lover," Tammy breathed squirming gently upon the buried meat. "I missed you and this wonderful cock.
It fills me up, packs my cunt with all that lovely meat Fuck me slow and sweet, Mark, grind it into my pussy with long, easy strokes."
"Oh yes, Mark," his wife whispered. "Don't screw her too fast, darling. I want to watch your prick move in and out of Tammy's adorable little pussy. I've never seen anything like this before."
The girl's sleek legs lifted, tried to reach around the small of his back and failed because she was so small, so Tammy brought her tiny feet down to anchor them behind his knees. Braced there with her thighs widely opened, she put her hands upon his upper arms and gyrated her feathery crotch with sinuous, undulating motions, working the superbly formed pelvis over his, softly and wetly raking the nub of her miniature clitoris against the sliding base of his well-oiled cock.
Mark reached down and under, taking the diminutive shape of her ass in his palms. He could cover both of them with one hand, and still feel all the subtle fluctuations there, so he moved his other hand up and over, so that he could cup the trembling action of her thrusting mound. Fingers curled just so, he could fondle the steamy sculpture of Tammy's pussy, and also feel the greased sliding of his own shaft working within the vaginal membranes, unseen.
She was so sweet, so delicate and hot, her twistings and surgings a teasing, exciting series of both trained and experimental motions that sought to give all the rapture contained in the treasure of her marvelous cunt, and to wring all the ecstasy possible from the swollen muscle pumping there. Mark gloried in the rapidly changing sensations, in the supple gyrations of her ass and the enchanted bumps of. her crotch.
Tammy's face wandered down his chest, her teeth tenderly fierce, her tongue all hot and slick. He winced when her small mouth captured the flat nipple of his tit, and his hips writhed uncontrollably as the girl began to nip and suck upon it. Mark had to struggle against the blazing urgency of his cockhead, checking its pistoning and trying to hold it still. But Tammy's tightly suctioning pussy continued to play over the static knob and along the throbbing shaft, all the way down to the distended stem.
"E-easy," he gasped. "You're going to make me come before I'm ready. Oh damn-your cunt is so small and juicy-easy, Tammy, I still have to fuck my wife."
Alice moved closer to them, the textured pillows of her tits against his shoulder now, warm, round balloons upon his taut skin. "Go ahead, darling. But let me move your hand, so I can feel as well as see. Here-I'll put my hand on her pussy. Isn't it hot and damp? I can actually feel how your prick is expanding it, and these fabulous tiny cunt lips-"
Shivering, Mark felt his wife's other hand cupping his balls, and stared down at Alice's long, pale fingers as they explored Tammy's trembling snatch, at the root of his oily prick there. The girl couldn't keep still; she stroked along his hidden shaft, tantalizing his glans, moving the syrupy caress of her sheath along the tense length of his hard cock.
It was too much. Hissing between clenched teeth, Mark backed out his prick to the flanges, to where only the ridged head was held jealously by Tammy's elastic labia, then slammed it back home with a powerful thrust that jolted the squirming little body from head to toe.
"Oh!" Alice said. "Don't hurt her, Mark! She has such a dainty pussy, and she's so child-like-be gentle with her, darling."
Tammy twisted so she could bite his upper belly, bracing her heels behind his knees and sledging her crotch up and down with angry, frantic plunges. "N-no-let him go! I can take it all, take every inch of his big, hard prick-ahh, lover-oooh, baby-it's so good! Feed me the meat-shove it into my pussy and tear me open-ahh, ahh, lover-that's it, that's it!"
Alice clung to his balls as he pounded his shaft furiously into the sizzling pussy that nibbled and snapped around it. Blurring, stabbing, his prick hammered deep and twisting; the little snatch fought back, thumping and grabbing, and the only thing that held them both to the floor was the pressure of his wife's hands.
Tammy moaned against his chest: "C-coming now--oohh, I'm coming-so bright and hot-AHH!" Flexing insanely, her vaginal walls vibrated around his shaft and her tiny body went stiff.
His own orgasm skyrocketed within his contracted testicles, sending hot sparks flying up his pulsing cock, a string of little bombs that went off in the head of his prick and threw great spewing globes of wet flame into Tammy's fantastically wiggling pussy. The semen pumped in spasms, spat in clumps of boiling juice that drenched the girl's tiny vagina, turned it creamy and richer, made the hotly suctioning sleeve thrillingly greasy.
Locked into the small pussy, Mark's shaft continued to pulse erratically, but no more so than the racing of his heart and the sobbing gasps of his breath. He was acutely conscious of every nerve end, of each pore of his flesh, knowing the marvel of his wife's caressing fingers as they worked lightly into his balls, her curled fingers over the stem of his embedded cock, and the magnificent quivering of Tammy's wondrous cunt.
As his head sagged, his wife kissed his cheek, his ear, running her tongue hotly there. He knew the yielding pressure of her big breasts and their full nipples; he could even smell the perfume she used, heady and sultry, and sense the faint brushing of her golden hair.
"That was just terrific," Alice said huskily. "I was part of it, by holding you both, by feeling my husband's prick all slippery and moving into the darling little pussy I was also holding. I-I think I came with you; I was just so excited, burning up inside, and my own pussy was trembling and so wet-"
Her voice died away, but her hands stroked him, and Mark let some of his weight down upon Tammy, reluctant to withdraw his cock, but also wanting to get it into Alice's aroused snatch.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Alice put a couch pillow under his head and brought him a drink. "Just rest, darling. Gina's putting on a tape, and you'll be ready for us again in a little while, and I don't mind not being fucked right away, honest I don't. It was almost as good, watching you screw both those darling kids, especially seeing you come into Tammy's sweet little cunt."
She stood up to join the others, her nude body gleaming pale, her firm buttocks undulating luxuriously, those marvelous breasts jiggling with a peculiarly intriguing rhythm. His wife moved easier now, Mark thought, more loosely and with a new grace, as if she had become more aware of the suppleness of pride of her lovely body.
Both girls seemed to have been born with that special awareness, glorying in the sexuality of themselves, but both he and his wife had been forced to learn the knowledge; they had been products of their early programming, but now a lot of the old tapes were being thrown away, and the computer itself was faltering, giving place to the human being.
He saw Gina holding Alice close, the small tits firmly against the big ones, nipple brushing nipple, olive skinned belly sliding insinuatingly across the fair one. The hairs of their cunts made an intriguing contrast-soft ebony curlings so deep and rich, barely touching the bountiful blonde shagginess, sleek lean thighs next to full, ripe ones.
Swallowing his drink rapidly, Mark sat up to hook his elbows over lifted knees. They were going to make it, he realized, Gina Calabrese and Alice Ashland were about to make love, blending their beautiful bodies as only two utterly feminine women could blend them. He saw Tammy off to one side, standing quite motionless, but sending out waves of palpable sensuality, and Mark knew that the small girl would join in. For the moment, he was being ignored, but that didn't matter. Simply by being present, he was another facet of them.
Bare feet sliding upon the carpet, pirouetting slowly as if in some intricate mating dance, they came toward him, and sank together to the floor close by. Tammy stood over them, long hair flowing down her back, a miniature goddess of sex overseeing her subjects. Gina caressed Alice's stimulated body, moving deft and agile hands over the big, giving breasts and down along the rib cage to tease across the mature hips. Mark watched his wife respond, her long fingers playing lightly across the girl's shoulders, then tentatively down to the upright tits.
It was Alice's first experience of this land, and she really didn't know the moves, but she was following her natural instincts, giving them full rein as she discarded previous concepts of perversion and homosexuality. It was good to see her being free, Mark thought, thrilling to know that she was releasing long buried desires and allowing them to run wild.
They sank full length upon the rug, Gina's long leg curling over Alice's plump thighs, her face now tucked into the valley of the older woman's breasts, quick hands moving up and down and around. Gina's red-wet tongue darted over the trembling globes, outlining them, pampering them one by one, but avoiding the erectile nipples for awhile.
When she did concentrate upon one of them, it was intensely, drawing the long pink nubbin into hungry lips and caressing it wildly with a racing tongue. Back and forth, from nipple to nipple, Gina's busy mouth travelled, while Alice's hands wandered up and down the girl's body, familiarizing themselves with sweet curves and soft hollows, learning the heady texture of the young skin.
Mark watched as Gina began to angle her long body, as the girl's face moved down Alice's trembling belly. Slowly, Gina's legs came around until her thighs touched his wife's head. They were lying side by side, and Mark could only see the back of the girl's head as she suddenly plunged her face between Alice's round thighs, but he could make out every detail of his wife's closeness to Gina's dark snatch.
Her blonde head was pinned between the girl's sleek legs, tilted up as she peered into the furry mound so near. He saw her pink lips open, saw the honeyed serpent of her tongue appear to reach hesitatingly up into the ebony pubic hairs. Alice's hands were now around Gina's ass, flinching as the girl ate greedily into her pussy. But Gina didn't drive her hairy snatch down into Alice's face, waiting instead for the other women to explore it with an inexperienced tongue.
Then Tammy kneeled beside them, bending forward in sculptured beauty to caress Alice's back and hair, whispering encouragement to the older woman. Mark's wife took a deep, steadying breath, and lifted her mouth to Gina's humid pussy, feeling into the dewy labia to taste it with her tongue, then moaning as she burrowed her face deeply and hungrily there.
Mark's prick started to fill itself again, renewing its strength as he stared at the entrancing picture of his wife eating into that teenage pussy, as he watched her wriggle and grind into the avid mouth fastened into her own juicy cunt. Tammy caressed them both, further stimulating their flesh, eliciting more responses from the squirming women. Her green eyes were intent, the toy nipples of her small tits rising and falling rapidly with her excited breathing.
He heard his wife groaning and saw her face rocking up and down as her tongue worked feverishly into the clinging pussy she was tasting for the first time, her fingernails digging into the polished cheeks of Gina's smooth ass. He saw Alice's thighs open and close in sensuous reflex, and knew what Gina's educated mouth was doing to Alice's aroused pussy.
He wanted to do something, anything, to become a closer part of them, to participate more fully in their happiness, so Mark slid over to them upon his knees, his rock-hard prick thrusting up and out. Tammy smiled wetly as he came close to put his left hand upon his wife's grinding ass, his right one into the surging crack of Gina's buttocks.
She bent forward and brushed her small breasts back and forth over the slick head of his cock. Mark caught his breath as Tammy dipped lower to kiss his glans, and a tremendous wave of passion swept through him when her swift, hot tongue curled around his knob.
They were truly together then, Alice into Gina's surging cunt. Gina's mouth avidly busy inside Alice's vibrant pussy, and Tammy's lips beginning to pull liquidly around Mark's cockhead.
His wife cried out when she came, her ass heaving beneath his hand and wheeling into the fingertips that had slipped into her crack. Gina's tail humped violently under his palm, telling Mark that she was also in the throes of an orgasm. Tammy sucked his bulb back into the velvet cupping of her throat, and Mark shivered. He pumped erotically into the slick hotness of the girl's mouth, sliding over her active tongue and across the roof, feeling the caress of her inner cheeks.
But Tammy suddenly took away her mouth, leaning back and grinning damply at him, her pink tongue flicking her lips. "Lots of time, lover," she murmured. "So many other things for us to do, and you don't really want to come right now, do you?"
Mark shook his head, amazed at the way this girl could read him and sense his every mood, brailling his emotions as if she lived inside his head. Perhaps she did, he thought; she was certainly in his blood. Gina untangled herself from Alice, rolling over upon her back and against his knees to look drowsily up at him, sated for the moment by the loving his wife had given to her young cunt.
Alice lay still upon her side, her eyes closed, the pale lashes against her pink cheeks, her lips wet and shiny from Gina's vaginal lubrications. She looked beautiful, the curve of her ripe hip smooth and full, her breasts pushed together and their pink nipples still hard. His wife had gone through a moving experience, eating and being eaten, discovering that women were more adept at giving oral love and finding hidden capabilities within herself.
Mark let them rest, and got up to follow the flagpole of his rigid shaft over to the bar where he poured himself a generous drink. Downing it, he felt the added warmth in his belly and sat upon a barstool, wondering what would happen next, ready for anything this harem of beautiful women desired.
Tammy sway-hipped over to him, her perfect body gleaming, the cunning triangle of her pubic hair catching the light and reflecting it redly, softly. "That was so nice, and Alice is really turned on now. I think she can fuck all night, and it's just a shame that Gina and I have to go home early. But we can still have a lot of fun., Is there anything special you want to do with us, lover?"
"My wife loves you as much as I do," he said. "Give her a chance to eat your sweet little pussy, while Gina and I get into it as we can. Does that sound okay to you?"
She kissed him lightly upon the mouth. 'That sounds perfect. Look-I'll ride your wife's mouth, and leave her cunt open for you two to play with. You can fuck her or suck her as you choose."
He watched the girl's dainty ass as Tammy went back to the pair on the carpet. Gina was sitting up now, but Alice was still supine, her mellow body upon its back and the heaps of her heavy breasts pointing up, the burnished hairs of her pussy glistening wetly. Alice's eyes fluttered open when Tammy kneeled at her head, and her chest heaved as the girl doubled over to plant a lingering lass upon her slack mouth.
Tammy's hands were busy at the big tits, thumbing the nipples, caressing the globes, and when she at last broke the kiss, Alice's belly was rippling with sensual anticipation.
Tammy said, "I think you're a beautiful woman, Alice. You really turn me on, just as your husband does. We're all going to make love again, and this time, Mark's joining us."
Alice reached back over her head, to run her fingers tenderly down the girl's silken thighs. "And I think you are the loveliest thing I've ever seen. Of course, Gina is gorgeous, too-but in a different way. If I ever have a little girl, I hope she looks and acts exactly like you."
The girl opened her knees and pushed them close about Alice's head, nestling the golden hair over one thigh. Her scarlet snatch brushed the other hair-short, curling pubic fur against long, rich and flowing hair. Lifting herself, Tammy poised above Alice's upturned face, showing the older woman the humid and ready lips of her pussy.
When he went over to them, Gina nudged his hip. "Man, aren't they some sight together? Are you going to stick your wife while Tammy feeds cunt to her? I think that'll be real kinky-and don't worry about me; I'll get my kicks, too."
There was his wife's freshly eaten cunt, shining up at him through the juice-wet pubic hairs, its lips inflamed and swollen by gratified lust. More appealing to him than ever, Alice's pussy was infinitely attractive now because it had been so thoroughly awakened, all its tactile senses stirred by the thrills she had recently experienced.
He had eaten into its delicious folds for the first time since they had been married; Gina had gone down on it, bringing Alice to new heights of rapture-and this magic cunt had also known the strong, hungry lunges by strange young pricks that had probed its clinging velvet depths. His wife had been hungrily fucked by two boys rutting inside her vagina and pumping it full of creamy semen. Now he was about to fuck her again, to insert his prick inside the hotly squirming sheath that had discovered the wild joys of variation.
Mark fondled her legs, feeling the calves smooth against his palms as he lifted them, bending the dimpled knees so they were set wide apart upon the balance of her feet. He kissed each warm kneecap before feeling up into the wondrous softness of her opened thighs. His wife's eager pussy practically leaped into his hand, and Mark slipped a finger into its slippery heat, then added another finger, his thumb resting upon the puffy clitoral hood.
Then little Tammy began to lower herself upon Alice's waiting mouth, bringing down the fragile shaping of her charming crotch with deliberate slowness. The girl was angled forward, her hands upon Alice's big, round breasts, mashing them down. Mark stared at the sensuous joining of cunt and mouth, seeing his wife's tongue reach thirstily up into the exquisite, tiny vulva, parting the mini-labia and driving between the trembling lips.
He could see the damp flashing of Alice's teeth before the tender mound closed over her open mouth and Tammy's crotch cut off view of all but Alice's chin and the working of her white throat. Mark took his fingers from the clasp of his wife's pussy and wiped them over the distended head of his cock, greasing it. Then he bent the stiff rod and aimed its blunt tip down into the pubic hair colored like summer sunshine, into the reddened cunt lips so marvelously designed to give a man's prick the optimum in pleasure.
As the glans slipped inside the torrid labia, Gina reached between his belly and Alice's circling her fingers around the base of his prick. "Hold it right there," she said. "Don't shove it any deeper, man-not until I make it better."
Mark kept his cockhead clasped just inside his wife's cunt lips, although Alice was grinding upon it, hunching to draw its complete length into her pussy, forcing him to keep inching back so she wouldn't swallow it up.
Gina lay down at right angles to Alice's left thigh, putting an arm across the older woman's belly and pillowing her cheek below it, her short-cut black hair contrasting sharply with Alice's silvery skin and the pale bronze fleece of her pubic curls. Sliding her turned face down across the pulsing mound, Gina positioned her mouth next to the steaming cunt lips.
"Now," she said throatily, "you can keep sticking the meat to her, while I tease her clit with my tongue."
Mark crammed his cock home, thrusting it deeply into the encompassing membranes, reaching into that mellow pussy until his balls found the hairy cleft of her comforting ass. He felt Gina's hotly darting tongue prodding beneath Alice's clitoral hood, felt it overflowing against the root of his prick, and the added stimulation sent shudders flashing up his spine.
His wife rotated hungrily around his submerged shaft, against the tantalizing tongue, while her own mouth gobbled into Tammy's near-smothering little snatch. Mark backed out for another stroke, and the flicking tongue trailed over his oiled rod before dipping back into the juicy slit. Alice's hips were going insane, arching and wheeling, while her belly heaved and her crotch made violently churning motions. Mark worked it into her flexing cunt, back and forth, caressed by vagina and labia-and by Gina's coiling tongue.
His wife came humping, her pussy clamping down upon his probing shaft, her sizzling juices smearing the sensitive glans with fragrant oils. This time, Mark pulled his cockhead all the way out, and just slid it forward over the greasy cunt hair and into that other pair of lips, Gina's avidly receptive mouth.
This was something else, he thought wildly, stroking his wet prick into the girl's suctioning mouth, all the way back to the wondrous softness of her inner throat. A steamy pussy and a soft, jelly mouth, both of them sweetly hungry for the filling of his cock. He gave Gina's mouth a couple of more strokes, then pulled away from her serpentine tongue and slipped the wet knob back into his wife's dripping snatch.
Back and forth he went, burying his shaft to the root inside Alice's cunt, withdrawing to feed the greasy head into Gina's groping mouth, taking turns with the two ardent holes, now screwing now being eaten; now fucking, now being sucked. His eyes blurring, he saw little Tammy staring down entranced as she gyrated her own crotch into Alice's working mouth, grinding the small, hot lips against his wife's teeth and chin.
Mark shoved again and again, and when his cockhead leaped madly to let go its hissing stream of thick come, it was in the pulling grip of the girl's mouth. Hot and heavy, his semen flowed richly over her tongue and against her in-dipping cheeks, pumped across the slick roof of her mouth and slid purling down her throat. Gina siphoned eagerly upon his glans, her tongue tip pressing against the bottom of the trembling head, making a curled trough of itself so the remaining droplets of his vital fluid could ooze along there. The girl continued to draw lustily upon his prick until she had drained it, licked it dry.
Dizzily, Mark eased his cock from the jealous grip of her lips, pulling his balls back along the heated gash of his wife's pussy, and swayed wobbly upon his bent knees. It had been one hell of an orgasm, a climax that shook him inside and out, the ecstasy keening throughout his nervous system. Sagging a little, he pushed away from them, from the women still working busily upon each other's bodies. Gina had gone immediately back to teasing his wife's clit, starting the golden pussy to swivelling once more, and Tammy was still rocking gently upon Alice's face.
As he watched, the little girl moaned and clamped her thighs savagely around his wife's head, her head thrown back and the long red hair whipping back and forth, the small, sculptured boobs jerking up and down as Tammy came. Then the girl's head slumped forward, dropping lower and lower until her belly was against Alice's big tits, and her cheek lay upon Gina's.
If it had been remotely possible, Mark would have gathered that set of live statuary into his arms, cradling them close in the universal gesture of love. As it was, all he could do was stare adoration at them, worshipping every marvelous inch of the interlocked bodies.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Alice's head was upon his shoulder, her fine hair spread perfumed across his chest. They were in bed, with the lamp on, relaxed in the aftermath of their spent passions.
"Mark," she said sleepily, "it's kind of weird, but when we all get to swinging like that, I feel as if I'm both male and female. Is that freaky?"
He stroked her head. "No, darling. Anything you feel is all right, and there's certainly never any fear of your losing your femininity. Now that you've been liberated in the true sense of the term, you're the most female woman I ever knew. You and the girls, that is."
"They're something else, aren't they? Gina is delightful, and Tammy-she's so adorable that I hate to let her go out the door. I wish we could keep them both with us always. It seems kind of incestuous, but I wish they were our daughters and lived with us. Would you fuck your own daughters, Mark?"
"Yes, I would," he answered, "and you'd screw our sons, too. It isn't that far off for you, you know-another twelve or thirteen years, and the baby will be grown up enough to realize what a grand piece of ass his mother is."
"We'll have a daughter for you," Alice said, one hand caressing his flank, "and soon as she's old enough, I'll teach her how to fuck her daddy. We won't be too old, will we?"
He laughed. "We'll never be too old."
"That's the way it ought to be with sex," his wife said then, moving her hand over to cup his soft prick and the sack of his depleted balls. "I mean, why shouldn't kids learn it from their parents? Right from the start, they'd be screwing with people they knew well and loved. And I'll confess that as I grew up I was always a little jealous of my own mother. Of course, she was really uptight about sex, but sometimes at night I could hear the bed squeaking and knew that my daddy was putting it to her. And I always figured I could do it with him better than she could, make him happier."
Alice's mother had turned bitter, invalid some time back, Mark knew, but her father was still alive, living on forty acres out in the mountains. His own situation was different; his parents had been divorced when he was small, and he hadn't heard from his father since, but his mother was living with her second husband across town.
He said, "Next time your mother calls for you, take a trip out and see your old man; screw him and make him happy."
He heard her catch her breath. "Do you think I should? Oh, daddy deserves it; she's made his life miserable, and would never give him a divorce. But I'd be scared; it's one thing, having those horny kids fuck me, but something else, to seduce my old man."
Mark stroked her hair and knew surprise at the way his cock was slowly thickening under her fingers. He'd been certain it wouldn't regain its strength until the next day. "I'll go with you and help, if you want."
"Wow," she breathed, "my husband and my daddy-both screwing me!"
"That's sometime in the future," he said. "For the present, there's Johnny and Leon for you to work on. And Alice, if there's any other guy you've ever had the hots for-it's okay now for you to make him."
"Your prick is growing," she said. "No, darling-there's nobody I ever looked at that way. I was much too maidenly for such evil ideas, but now that I've been turned on, I may check around among our friends. But I'll let you know, and bring him home, so you can see everything. You do the same for me, okay?"
"In time," he answered, "but right now I'm too involved with the girls and my own passionate wife." He fondled her tender pussy, fingering gently among the lush pubic hairs, thinking what a magic construction it was, how much more alive it had become, since Alice first felt that strange young prick pumping within her shocked body.
She said, "The boys will probably be back tomorrow night; they don't know from day to day what they'll be doing for certain, and it's almost the same with the girls. Maybe next weekend, we can all be together, all six of us."
"In the meantime," he said, "there's quite a bit left of tonight."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Alice smiled, and moved her face down his belly to quickly take his stiffening cock between her soft lips.
His wife hadn't yet gone down on the boys, he thought, but she would, and gladly. She was now orally hungry for pricks, just as the girls were, and would soon be swallowing boyish come, as she had already sipped from girlish cunts.
Mark's prick came to full life inside her mobile lips, fondled to attention by her slippery tongue, but he wanted it inside her pussy, and lifted her head gently between both hands. Alice slid over on top of him, pushing her tits forward so that he could feast upon them, exchanging one wet nipple for the other. Her hairy snatch moved over his cock, pressing it down, making it ache tenderly.
The pressure eased as she spread her sultry thighs, and he felt the increasing dampness of her fluffy mound, the kiss of her warm labia as it turned more humid. Alice took his shaft and aimed the swollen cockhead into her slot, wiggling until it was firmly settled there, then sliding the hot lips down around it as they stretched rubber-like. Mark's prick reached up into the juicy oven of her pussy, and he thought this wasn't like fucking the old Alice at all, that both of them had changed very much. She was more like a lover, doing unexpectedly sensuous things, reacting differently each time he screwed her, making it all more exciting.
"Darling," she whispered above him, "work your finger into my ass. It's so much smaller than your beautiful hard prick, but I want to pretend it is a prick, that I'm taking two of them into me at the same time."
He did as she asked, first dipping his fingertip along the lotioned lips of her cunt to oil it, then inserting it carefully into the tight little ring. Mark wondered how he had ever gotten his prick in there before.
"You can have two of them," he promised. "When the kids are here; you can have them make a sandwich of you. That's what they call it-a meat sandwich."
Alice trembled and her pussy closed thrilling along the length of .his buried prick. Her asshole loosened, then snugged tightly around his finger. She moved upon him sitting straight up now, her hands sliding caressingly up and down her own ripe thighs, and Mark was reminded of Gina doing the same thing, making narcissistic love to her body while grinding upon a prick thrust up her snatch.
"I love it this way," his wife purred, her breasts swinging melon-like, swinging softly pendulum above him. "I love it all ways, so long as there's a nice, hard cock in my pussy and I can feel the head of it moving around, feel my pussy lips tight against a man's balls. Just lie still, darling, and let me do it all."
Mark put his hands behind his head and stretched his legs. It was great, to lie very still and feel the changing sensations of her rich cunt working his shaft, to know the shifting and sliding of Alice's plumply rounded ass and the hairy caress of her crotch.
"I used to sometimes dread having your big prick stuffed up me," she admitted, rolling her hips erotically. "But most of the time, it was very good. But fucking was never, never like this. I keep seeing your cock pumping into Tammy's gorgeous little cunt, seeing her doll's ass churning and humping. I keep getting flashbacks to Gina mouthing your cock, and those images are overlapped with others-you feeding this wonderful meat into Gina's pussy and making her come so furiously, then changing over to fuck Tammy. Oooh, darling-my stiff-dicked and horny darling-"
Mark forced himself to remain perfectly still, to let her continue the pace, keep up the screwing without any help from him. He didn't have to take; all this devoted sensual pleasure was being given to him, and he realized that his wife was enjoying a certain gratification by being the dominant figure, by mastering him, perhaps even raping him. As she had been technically raped by Johnny Damell, when her husband had held her down so the boy could fuck away at her treasured pussy, the first adult cunt Johnny's constantly hard, slim prick had gotten into.
"I'm fucking you," Alice panted, "not being fucked by you, and there's a difference. Oohh-ahh-I think I'll screw my father the same way, the first time-then I'll have him eat my pussy. I'll bet my mother never let him eat hers-oh, Mark-such a wonderful, hard cock-"
There was a tautness in his thighs, and he could feel his balls packing themselves in preparation for coming, but he didn't move. He lay supinely upon his back with his hands clasped behind his head and watched his lascivious wife grind her richly haired pussy around his prick, watched the beguiling movement of her heavy breasts as they heaved and bobbled with her body's rhythm.
He pictured Alice running her hand into her father's pants and grasping the shocked man's prick. The image changed, and he saw himself with a strangely familiar and very young girl, not Tammy, yet much like her, perhaps with pale blonde hair and the same kind of delicate, sleek body. His daughter-to-be, Mark thought, budding virgin gone trembly because he was about to take her cherry.
"D-darling!" his wife cried out. "I'm so close-going to let go in a second! Oh, come with me, Mark-come with me!"
The mental images flowed together and dissolved; his prick was caught in a powerful, greasy suction that pulled at it, that shook it back and forth with clenching satin fingers. Alice's cunt chewed on his cock with slippery muscles, and his balls throbbed in answer, coiling to throw their happiness wildly up through the jerking shaft and out through the open slot in his glans.
His semen gushed up into her vibrant pussy, jetting high and spraying hot come all throughout the oily sheath, inundating her womb and flooding the vaginal walls, dripping back down the length of his prick to puddle against her contorted labia. Gasping, Mark felt the hot trickle leak out and seep along his balls.
Alice fell forward over him, her round ass tilting up, her breasts cushioning against his chest. And only then did he move, lifting his hands from behind his head to reach them down and cup the cheeks of her marvelously ripe ass. His cock slowly melted within the sleeve of her still quivering snatch, and her weight was negligible upon him, her tits wonderfully soft.
Mark fell asleep, and didn't know when she rolled off him. He dreamed of cunts, red-haired and feathery, black-haired and hungry, cunts furred with gold and very juicy. They all had different flavors, but each of them tasted of wildfires and fragrant oils. Each reacted differently to his prick, closing and opening, going tight or loosening in orgasm, each flowing with that special honey.
He didn't awaken until nearly ten a.m., and he had to piss. The bed beside him was still warm from Alice's body, and he figured she hadn't been up long. In the bathroom, he heard the baby crying, but the noise soon stopped. He felt great, his body toned and relaxed, his skin sensitive so that it tingled in the shower and felt very smooth as he soaped his body. Changing the shower from warm to needling cold, he snorted and woofed before shutting off the water and hopping out of the stall to roughly towel himself dry.
The mirror showed him the same face but, looking closely, he could detect certain important changes. His eyes seemed deeper and wiser, his mouth more sensuous, and he couldn't find a trace of boredom anywhere. Hell, how could he be bored? The whole damned world had opened up for him. Alice had said he could bring any woman home, and she would probably share the new body with him. The girls were at school now, whispering to each other about their find and discussing what they planned to do tonight.
Johnny and Leon were no doubt fingering their pricks and thinking of getting them into the married lady's fabulous pussy, or talking over which of them she would go down on first. Maybe they would bring along the black chick they had both been balling, but Mark didn't think so. They'd check with Tammy first, since she was the leader, and she'd ask him before making any move. But it was something to think about, anyway.
He brushed his teeth vigorously, then shaved and lotioned. He and Alice still had a lot of confessing to do, more opening up to share their innermost thoughts and desires. It was exciting to discuss their sexual needs so honestly, and he was smiling when he went to have breakfast with her.
At the table, they ate heartily and talked of ordinary things, how the baby was feeling, the party coming up at the Reilly's' next weekend, the new dress Alice was planning to buy. Over coffee, she said, "Of course, well have to cancel out at the Reilly's'. I'd never miss a chance to be with all the kids, just for some silly old party."
"Give them a call," he suggested. "Make up some more or less legitimate excuse. Hey, wouldn't it be a gas to tell Mabel Reilly straight out: sorry, Mabel, but we can't make your party because we're staying home to fuck four teenagers; what? Oh yes, darling-two boys and two girls; of course, we exchange partners from time to time-variety is the spice, and all that." Mark laughed. "I can just see old uptight Mabel's face; she'd pee in her panties."
Alice chuckled, too, then said, "I wonder. You know she isn't a bad-looking woman, and remember-I was uptight, too. Even though she's a lot older then you, I imagine she could give you a wonderful fuck-if she made up her mind to it, and Bob-well, I've always been kind of fascinated by gray hair."
"She's about forty," Mark said thoughtfully, "with nice long legs and a tight ass, and there's their twenty-year-old daughter. You know, there are infinite possibilities opening up for us now, Alice. But we have to be careful. Somebody could start yelling about sexual perverts. If there's any approaching to be done, you'll have to do it. It seems that women should be better at that, once they learn they can be very honest with each other. Wow; I'll bet old Bob Reilly would give his left nut just to kiss your tits; I've seen him eyeing your ass every time you walk past him."
His wife smiled, leaning back to stretch her arms wide, the movement throwing her heavy breasts into bold relief against the thin material of her gown. "Isn't it silly, for people not to be able to go after somebody they desire? I'd be happy to have Bob kiss my tits, but he'll never know, unless I tell him. I don't mean I'll fuck just anybody and everybody, but neither will I turn down a guy because he isn't very handsome, or if he's much older-or much younger. You and I have found that age doesn't have much to do with passion. Who says that teenagers can only fuck other teenagers, or that grandfathers must screw only women over forty? That's ridiculous, too."
She leaned forward, the gown opening at its neck to reveal the creamy hillocks of her large tits. "Mark-if you get a hard-on for any of our friends, just point her out. I'll try to explain to her that it's all right if she screws you, that I approve."
He said, "I'm getting hard right now, listening to you and thinking of all the possibilities."
Alice's smile widened and turned sultry. "What would you like to do about it?"
"Well," he answered, "speaking of big, beautiful tits, and with me staring at the most lovely pair I know, I do have a suggestion. I'd like to rub them down with some of your slidy face cream, and then give you a long, sensuous titty-fucking."
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "And I can actually watch you come then, see that beautiful stuff come spitting out and feel it all hot and sticky on my breasts. That's a wonderful idea, darling."
He was naked when she came to him in the living room, her lush, mellow body moving sinuously beneath the open gown that showed the fullness of her tits and the golden peeping of her deeply haired mound. Now his wife had acquired that same palpable aura of open sexuality that had so turned him on to little Tammy, an exciting warmth that radiated from sleek and willing flesh. Before, Alice had been simply beautiful, but now she was far more.
Dropping her gown, she kneeled at his feet where he sat on the couch, dipping her fingers into a jar of face cream. Gently, she rubbed the perfumed grease into his balls and up the distended length of his erect shaft, smearing more upon the sensitive head. Then, sitting back. She caressed her own tits with the lubricant, her hips moving sensuously as she applied the cream.
Mark watched the slim fingers move sliding over the ripe mounds, saw them linger to fondle the stiff nipples and tease into the valley. Any man who saw her making such tactile love to her own tits would get a breast fixation, he thought, and felt his pulse race as she lay back upon the carpet, ready for him.
Mark straddled that plush body, his thighs snugging against her hips and carrying the weight, the crack of his ass just resting upon Alice's rib cage, the wrinkled sack of his balls flat to that satin skin. Running his hand lightly over his rigid prick, he lowered the puffy knob to the cleft of her rich tits, and Alice used both hands to push the delectable mounds together.
They closed warmly about his cock, slippery around it, and he moved his ass back and forth, sliding that throbbing shaft within the juicy, thrilling nest she was creating for him. Peering down to watch his prick, he was entranced by the way the greasy red head of it kept peeping from between the folds of her melon breasts at the end of each lascivious thrust.
Alice was enthralled by it, too; her head was lifted and her neck craned so that she could closely watch the slow, tantalizing rhythm of his cockhead. He flinched with new pleasure when she darted the tip of her pink tongue down to touch his glans, adding to the deep rapture that was building within his balls.
Slowly, he titty-fucked her, drawing out each stroke, grinding the hard pole between her tightly held breasts, revelling in the sensation that was so stimulatingly different.
"It's so beautiful," his wife murmured. "I wish you had three more pricks-one to just do this, and one to shove up my aching pussy; I could wiggle my ass on another one, and suck the last cock. Then I would really be complete, doing everything at one time."
Her tits were marvelously soft, creamed and slippery, and Mark locked his knees against her squirming body as he fed his shaft in and out. His knees began to tremble, and she sensed that he was nearing a climax, so she squeezed her breasts even more tightly together. Mark shivered at the climbing of pressure from his thighs and the trembling of its power that was gathering in his balls.
"I'm coming, baby," he panted. "Oh darling, the top of my prick is blowing off."
His juice squirted from the flexing cockhead, a small geyser of hot come that she trapped between her tits, and Mark's prick throbbed there as the creamy stuff flowed.
When his shaft had stopped jerking and semen was only oozing slowly from its tip, Alice released her breasts and allowed them to drift apart. Her eyes stared fascinated at the puddle of semen left there, sliding down her belly and over her pelvis. Mark leaned back, feeling the drip of the clinging stuff, watching the white droplets gather upon her silken flesh.
Only a week ago, his wife would have left the bed right after he screwed her, anxious to get into the bathroom for a cleansing douche, but now she lay twisting her body, plainly enjoying the sensation of come upon her skin. She lifted a slow hand and lazily smeared the creamy liquid up and down, spreading it over her belly and up to her throat.
"So thrilling and nice," Alice purred, "all warm and greasy, and very precious because it's such an important part of you. I love the feel of it on me and in me, love the way it slides and tickles."
As she continued to massage the semen into her skin, her ample hips metronoming from side to side, Mark lifted his leg and hiked himself from her body, reaching to caress her hotly twitching mound, wanting to give her something good in return. Arching her back, Alice raised her crotch and spread her plump thighs, so he could slip a couple of fingers into her pussy.
When he had them locked in her vagina and she was twisting upon them, his wife did the most sensuous thing he had ever seen. She lifted her semen drenched fingers and rubbed them over each nipple of her tits.
Then she brought them to her lips and smeared the drying juice there, her smile slow and intriguing. As he stared, she propped herself up on one elbow and offered him her sticky mouth to kiss. He did it gladly.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
He stayed away from Alice the rest of the day, calling the office and catching up on some paperwork while she gave the house a thorough cleaning and played with the baby. By dinnertime, the kid was worn out, bathed and fed, and would sleep the night through.
After a good meal and a couple of drinks, he went to shower, knowing a rising excitement as he thought of what might lie ahead for the night. Freshly shaven and talced, he came back to the living room while his wife got herself ready. For loving, he thought; for repeated screwings from a couple of strong, healthy pricks hung between the legs of horny young boys.
They'd made no specific plans as to who'd fuck which, because the kids would have some ideas of their own, no doubt. But certainly, both he and Alice would get a good going over, and Mark relished the idea of the whole bunch balling each other. He put a tape on the stereo and mixed a shaker of drinks, picturing sweet little Tammy squirming naked and hot upon a series of hard cocks, to include his own, seeing svelte and sexy Gina humping and swinging her lean ass, and watching his wife's ripe body as it contorted in hungry spasms upon a sliding shaft or against someone's suctioning mouth.
Maybe they wouldn't all make it; Mark hoped the boys weren't still grounded, that the girls didn't have too much homework and could still use the baby-sitting excuse. He'd seen to it that they always took home plenty of money, but without making them feel like whores. The story would be believable for their parents, anyway. But for how long, he wondered.
Listening to the heavy beat of soft rock, Mark sipped his drink and wondered about the girls' parents, what they were like. If he was Tammy's father, he'd have screwed the kid long ago, despite all the rules against incest. That kid was just too much for any man to withstand, without jacking himself off constantly. And Gina-even though a Latin family was closer, how could she keep her hands off the nearest stiff prick?
He thought he might ask them about that; if either of them was fucking her old man, she'd openly admit it. Mark squirmed on the barstool; that would really be something far-out, having a daughter fuck you, or a son putting the meat to his mother. Maybe mother and daughter swung together with the old man, or in the case of the boys, the father and his son were sharing the same pussy.
He'd just finished his drink when Alice came down the hall. She was wearing a see-through dressing gown of pale green, one that clung to her full figure and accented every opulent curve, calling attention to the dusky valleys. Instead of hiding her ripe flesh, the material called attention to the round, fluid movements beneath, focusing his eyes upon the pouting corn silk fur of the mound and upon the erectile thrusting of her big, round nipples.
She said, "Do you think they'll come tonight?"
"As often as they can," he answered, laughing. "But seriously, I know whoever can be here, will. Johnny and Leon are probably running around with stiff cocks already, and if they could see you now, both of them would pop off in their pants."
Alice kissed him lightly upon the mouth and accepted a drink. "Aren't you sweet!"
There was a soft knock at the back door, and Mark said, "I'll get it."
Gina and Leon slipped through into the kitchen, and the girl said, 'The others can't come tonight. I'm supposed to be substituting for Tammy on the baby sitting. And something else-finals are coming up, and none of us can be here until Friday night. That means hard times for a couple of days."
"Come on in," Mark said, "I'm glad to see you both, and Alice will be, too."
Leon said "Man,. I can hardly wait. That's some fine lady you got."
"We've got," Mark said, and led them into the living room where his wife waited. "Just the four of us tonight, darling-but I imagine we can get by."
She held out her hands to the boy, and when he came to take them, pulled him into her body, spreading her legs as she sat on the barstool, pressing him between them and against the pillows of her tits. "Leon, it's good to see you."
Gina took off her jacket and grinned. "I thought I was going to have to give him a hand job on the way over here. All he could talk about was your wife's cunt-when he wasn't coming down heavy about her tits. Mark-you don't mind that it's just me? I mean, it's easy to see that you're all hung up on Tammy."
Taking her olive face between his palms, he kissed the mobile mouth. "I love you, too, Gina. In your own way, you're as special as Tammy."
"Good," she said against his teeth, her lithe body wiggling to his. "You won't be sorry. I promise."
They moved to the couch together, and he had her stand beside him while he took off her clothes. Gina wore a demure dress this night, not her usual jeans, and it slipped easily over her head. Surprisingly, she also had on panties and a plain white bra. He unsnapped the bra and moved it away from the pert modeling of her firm tits, admiring the darkly pointed nipples. Running his hands down as she kept her long, graceful back to him, Mark hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her panties. Gina lifted one slow, long, leg at a time, letting him slide them down. He pressed against the supple mounds of her smooth ass as his cock lifted to nudge them.
Over her shoulder, he could see Leon's hands sliding over Alice's body. The boy was already naked, having eagerly kicked out of his jeans while Mark had been stripping Gina. His short, sturdy prick was pushed against the translucent material of Alice's gown, and he was nuzzling happily into the melons of her breasts. In a few seconds, the boy would be jamming that hungry cock between her rich thighs before she even got off the stool.
Turning, Gina slid her glossy body to him, her hairy young snatch warmed by its inner flames, her hard nipples poking into his chest. "I've got an idea," she said, 'but you'll have to hang cool again and just he still. It's a blast, really."
"Anything you say," he whispered into the ebony perfume of her hair.
The girl dropped to the carpet with him, flinging off his robe and spreading him upon his back with his ready shaft standing tall. I've done this with the kids," she said, "but sometimes they can't control themselves." Lifting one leg over him and bracing her knees as she straddled his body, Gina played with his cock, teasing it while she worked a finger into the humid lips of her young pussy. Mark watched the thin digit slide in and out, but when she had it well greased, the girl brought it out and used it to lubricate the head of his shaft. Repeating the act, she soon had his entire rod slippery. Only then did Gina bring her warmed-up crotch down to his tingling glans.
"I'm just going to stick the head inside my cunt," she said down to him, "and sort of lock it there, but you're not supposed to hunch up, or even move. It'll be all hot and juicy there, but since I won't be wiggling either, you won't be able to come unless I do something else." Mark stared at her spread thighs and the luscious target of her curly black snatch, mesmerized as the girl lowered it to him. She deftly set his cockhead into her slick labia, and with a twist of her belly, seated it, but only just past the ridge, holding it tightly in place with the trained muscles of her vagina.
Gina put her left hand on his shaft then, and brought the middle finger of her right hand up to ease it under her clitoral hood. Mark got the idea then: she was going to masturbate them both, while holding his glans squeezed into her pussy, so that when he came, his load would still fire up into that adoring wet sheath. She start ed to slide her hand up and down his shaft, and when her light grip reached the top, Gina wiggled her embedded finger against her clit.
It was a weird feeling, lying there like that, the girl's smooth hand working up and down his swollen and greased rod, her hot little cunt compressed around his trembling knob, her other hand making love to it, too. Mark wanted to lift his crotch and drive the length of his prick far up inside that tight and tricky sleeve, but Gina warned him back with a glance and continued to play her games, slowly and tantalizingly jacking him off while she did the same to herself.
Turning his head, Mark saw that Leon had gotten his cock into Alice's bush, that the kid was standing up while he fed his strong meat into her cunt. Mark's wife had her smoothly rounded legs around the boy's slim waist, and that she was feeding the engorged nipple of one succulent tit into his hungry mouth. It would be different for her like that, he thought-sitting down to be fucked while her lover was standing up and working that boyish shaft powerfully up into her juicy pussy. Alice saw him watching from the floor, and reached down to rake her fingernails across Leon's moving ass, while he smiled at her husband.
Then Mark had to pay attention to what Gina was doing to him. She was obviously having a difficult time holding her belly still, and he could feel her fighting so that her satiny ass wouldn't roll and hunch upon the minimum of cock she held within her vagina. But her fingers were active around his shaft, slipping and squeezing, then teasing down into his balls, and he sensed that his cockhead was flexing within her slot.
"Slow and easy, man," she panted. "Oohh, baby-I can feel your head quivering, and pretty soon you're going to shoot all that sweet stuff up into my pussy-but that's all right, because I'll be coming, too-ahh, yeah-yeah! Let it all go, man-squirt your hot come into me; now, baby-right now!"
Her timing was perfect, for the shivering of his cockhead turned into violent spasms as her hand blurred up and down his pole, and when Mark pumped the fountain of his semen up into her sizzling hole, Gina hunched against her finger and came with a fiery rippling of her pussy that snapped around his glans and sucked the rest of his shaft greedily up. She slid the rest of the way down his cock, her crotch coming to rest against his pelvis while his prick continued to let go with sharp but lessening bursts of ecstatic come.
Gina's lips moved across his gasping mouth and her tongue probed deeply, then retreated as the girl took her own mouth away and placed it into the angle of his throat. There, she said softly against his sensitive skin, "That was kinky, Mark; sometimes I dig controlling the whole thing."
He caressed her slim back and the velvet cheeks of her lean ass, feeling down into its hairy cleft to where his prick was still buried to the stem inside her pulsing snatch. She was a sweet and wonderful kid, often trying to be selfish about her sexual cravings, but in doing so, only making her lovers supremely happy. He looked beyond her polished skin to where the boy was still ramrodding Alice, stuffing his hard prick up and down within her golden pussy while he sucked rapturously upon her fat nipple.
Alice's eyes were closed and her mouth open, the pink tongue caressing her soft lips as her hips rocked from side to side and her pelvis made little grinding motions upon the boy's surging cock. Leon was panting, his slim ass pumping with tightly closed cheeks, and Mark could catch a glimpse of his darkly haired balls as they swung into his wife's furry cleft, sometimes coming to rest against the seat of the barstool.
Her legs coiled and uncoiled, her feet caressing his buttocks, then the ripe calves lifting again, the sleek ankles crossing so Alice could lock the boy's heaving body into the silken clasp of her thighs and the eager dragging of her stimulated pussy.
As Mark watched, the girl upon him began to stir, her narrow slot undulating along his cock and the basket of her crotch building a slow suction. He saw Leon humping faster, virtually pounding his young prick into Alice's happily receptive snatch, and the sounds of liquidy fucking drifted back to Mark, those voluptuous squishing noises that can only be made by a hard cock driving into the oily folds of a juicy pussy.
Gina writhed gently upon him, the renewed stiffness of her nippled tits insistently into his chest, the scent of her dark, fine hair in his nostrils and her warm breath tickling his ear. He felt her haunches move passionately, their sleek muscles stretching and contracting beneath his hands.
The boy fucking his wife groaned loudly, and Leon jammed his prick to the hilt into her steaming mound. "Oh lady! Man, man-I'm shooting off inside your deep pussy-my prick is spitting come up into your hot cunt, Mrs. Ashland-oh wow!"
Alice rocked upon the barstool, almost tipping it over in her hungry gyrations, taking that boiling ejaculation into her vagina, that luxurious sheath pulling and absorbing, hairy mound rising and falling in the glorious climax of her own frantic orgasm.
Mark closed his eyes, giving himself up to the tender grinding as Gina fucked him slowly and lasciviously, the wet glove of her young cunt fingering him, playing along his shaft and caressing his buried cockhead. Damply tantalizing, the hairs of her educated pussy fondled his balls and the root of his cock.
"This is some far-out prick," the girl murmured. "So much bigger than Leon's or Johnny's, longer and thicker, and the head feels like a baseball inside my cunt. Man, I really dig fucking you-especially with your old lady over there watching how I work my pussy up and down on her husband's good cock."
Over the bar, Leon was backing from the relaxed grip of Alice's legs, his still rigid prick plopping out of her dripping snatch, the swollen red head of it leaking a dribble of come down the inside of her thigh where it glistened warmly. Mark's wife sat up straight then, her melon breasts still heaving with passion and a damp sheen of sweat across her pristine belly.
Suddenly Gina twisted her lithe body and rolled over, tugging him on top, her pelvis seesawing powerfully. "Fuck me deep, lover. Shove that far-out prick up my pussy until I can't breathe. Lock the head so far up me that I can't get off it, and fuck me-oohh, fuck me!"
Alice slid off the barstool and came toward them, her tits swinging, her burnished mound showing white flecks of semen, and Mark could almost swear that wisps of heat were rising from its lips. His eyes were fixed upon the enchanted triangle as Gina twisted and bucked beneath him, as he stroked his hard meat into the girl.
His wife stepped over Gina, her feet coming to rest on each side of the rose-olive body that was writhing so energetically upon Mark's prick. When he braced his hands on Gina's shoulders and lifted the upper part of his own body, he was staring straight into Alice's frothy cunt, seeing the inflamed scarlet lips and the bronzed hairs plastered down by a combination of juices.
She took his head between her hands and held it motionless while she rolled her belly, as her sultry crotch bobbed intriguingly nearer. "Keep right on fucking her," his wife said huskily. "Just continue rodding Gina's lovely young pussy-but you're going to eat mine, too."
Her hands tugged him, and Mark's face was plunged into the hot, wet mound so recently screwed by the boy standing just behind his wife, his hands on her waist, and the head of his cock feeling for the tender crack of that ripely shaped ass.
Then he could see no more, lost in the sizzling heat of Alice's snatch, his tongue driving between the greasy cunt lips, reaching up into the scalding, sudsy depths of his wife's freshly fucked pussy. Mark's teeth pressed hard against her labia as Alice rocked to his mouth, and his lips were sticky with her flowing lubricants. But she tasted wonderful, all slippery and aroused inside, her clit trembling hungrily.
While Gina twisted and swivelled upon his driving cock, Mark ate lustily into his wife's wet cunt; her hands thrust his face deep and deeper; his tongue ran wild, lapping and curling. And when Gina cried out in ecstasy, he loosed his own thundering load into the girl's spiralling pussy.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The house was spotless,, shining from top to bottom, and all kinds of goodies had been laid in, including new tapes and fresh bottles of liquor, with beer and soft drinks for the kids, if they should want any. Both Alice and Mark had been to a sauna, to beauty and barber shops, so they were shining, too. The baby was safe and happy with Mrs. Jessup, and the weekend was ready.
Mark moved restlessly from couch to chair and back while his wife rattled things in the kitchen. It had been days since they had done any fucking, allowing their bodies to replenish themselves for the weekend orgy that was to come, and now he was more than ready. Even though the last balling with Gina and Leon had been gratifying, Alice hadn't had time to go down on the kids; school night, and they'd had to be home early again.
But tonight ought to be different. Over the phone, he had helped Tammy concoct a story about Alice needing overnight help, not only with the baby, but with some housework, and the pay would be excellent, if Tammy could bring a friend to assist her. She let him know that the boys were going camping by the lake, supposedly for two nights. It was all set now, and Mark hoped that nothing would get in the way to spoil nights and days of juicy fucking for all six of them.
Alice came radiantly from the kitchen, wearing only black lace panties and a matching bra. The bra only half held the beautiful globes that spilled over the cups, and the panties were so snug against her pouting mound that the cleft showed.
He had on a new white terry cloth robe that reached only to his knees, and was a little self-conscious because he'd had his hair styled differently. He said, "It's getting dark out. The kids should be here before long."
Her smile was understanding. "You've really missed fucking that adorable little child, haven't you? I can't blame you, darling; Tammy is absolutely delicious. But don't worry; I'm sure they'll be here before too much longer."
Mark stood up and took her in his arms, pressing his crotch against the fluffy lace panties. "You know, I get just as much kick out of seeing you screwed, as doing the fucking myself. It excites the hell out of me, watching you squirming on one of those boyish pricks and knowing how good it makes you feel.
She patted his cheek. "I know, darling, and it's still like having a fantasy come true-not only having all the fucking I want and even loving the girls, but also getting your approval for it. After I've screwed somebody else, the experience somehow makes your prick feel better when you put it to me."
The doorbell rang, and she said: "That will be the girls. This is an official visit for them, so they're using the front door. Later, the boys will slip around the back and leave their camping stuff in the garage."
He was still edgy, pouring himself a drink at the bar, but when Tammy rushed up and threw her arms around him from behind, all uncertainty peeled away. He felt the hard apples of her nubile tits digging into his back, and the girl's warm breath penetrating his robe.
"Oh how I missed you," she said. "I kept having these wild dreams, and I'd wake up all hot and wiggly, but I didn't even masturbate. I've been saving it for you, lover."
Putting down his glass, he turned and caught her impossibly tiny waist, then lifted her against him, her small body squirming and her rosebud mouth reaching thirstily for his own. Her tongue was an orange slice dipped in honey, but containing an inner flame that scorched his mouth. Mark could have torn off her jeans and started fucking her then and there, but Tammy laughed and dropped to her feet.
"In a little while, man." Then she ran to kiss his wife, her marvelous little body arching just as sensuously, her tongue racing inside Alice's lips just as wantonly.
Gina strode long-legged over to him and stripped off her blouse. Her sculptured tits were heavy with passion, their ripe-olive nipples vibrantly wanton. Savagely, she kissed him, ramming her deft tongue deeply into his mouth and hammering her crotch into his pelvis. When she drew back, she said, "It's going to be a kinky weekend for all of us."
They let him finish his drink, then, all three beautiful women butter flying around the room as they discarded clothing and touched each other's bodies with swift, sensitive fingertips, with lingering kisses placed damp and loving upon nipples and bellies, or simply mouth to mobile mouth. The living room was alight with them, the red flame of diminutive Tammy, the dark blaze of willowy Gina, and the lush golden roundness of Alice.
All of them were his for the loving, the fucking; each of those fabulous cunts were available for the stroking of his prick and for the lapping of his tongue. And there was even more: two of those asses had already been thrillingly probed by his cock, and only the micro size of the other anus had prevented exploration there. Everything was possible for him, with these passionately willing women, singly or together, and his pampered cock rose strongly as he watched them moving gracefully about, so proud, and lovely, so erotically captivating.
Alice tilted her head, then left the room smiling to let the boys into the kitchen. She brought them back, each of them holding to a cheek of her smoothly moving ass, their eyes leaping with excitement.
"Hey," Tammy said' to Johnny, "don't throw your clothes all over. Pile them on that chair with the rest."
They said hello to Mark and climbed out of their jeans. He saw their hard cocks bobbing up and down as the boys moved around, one long, slim prick, the other short and thick. When they had stripped, Johnny and Leon stood uncertainly for a long moment, looking to Tammy for guidance as usual, and the little sex princess laughed in delight.
"Just get it on," she said, "anybody you want-but I'm going to ball my lover man first." Trotting over to where Mark sat upon the stool, she put one child-like hand upon his distended prick, and looked up at him from the warm, sea-green eyes.
Tugging at Mark's shaft, she drew him from the stool and bent to place a hot kiss on his cockhead before spinning around and dropping to her hands and knees. The girl's toy ass gleamed up at him, ticking from side to side, little feathers of red pussy hair peeping from between the deliciously formed cheeks.
"Put it to me bow-wow," she said. "Climb right on me and shove that big, hard prick up my little pussy from behind, so I can feel it all the way up into my belly. Hurry, Mark-I'm burning up!"
He went down to the carpet behind her, hands reaching to the caress that fairy body, the glossy buttocks that were partly child and partly woman. She backed into him, lowering the front of her body and tilting her ass up at him, the slim thighs opened wide, so that the gorgeous junior pussy was temptingly presented. Shaking, Mark took his rigid cock in one hand, to rub its touchy head up and down in the lightly mossed crack of her ass, then down along the succulent pussy lips so damp and alluring.
"Don't tease me," Tammy panted, wiggling her ass. "Shove it on in, lover. I need that big cock."
Setting the blunt tip of his throbbing glans into the steamy delight of her tiny snatch, Mark worked it carefully inside the elastic lips, feeling the wet heat surge from her small opening as the labia expanded. Oiled by the girl's flowing juices, his cockhead slipped between the outer lips and through the velvet inner ones, then with a long thrust, it was buried in the tightly clasping depths of that magic mini-pussy.
"Ahh," Tammy breathed. "That feels terrific! Lay the meat to me, Mark. Fuck me and fuck me."
Stroking his shaft into her clenching slot, Mark ground the head deep, then withdrew as the girl squirmed sensuously, only to drive it slowly home once more. It was like fucking a live doll, he thought; Tammy was so tiny and so perfectly formed, and her little cunt was very tight, despite its slippery oils. Every thrust was a pushing through rubbery membranes that gave way grudgingly, and closed immediately behind the flanged head, seizing fiercely upon the sliding meat.
His balls swung between her thighs, and Mark bent over So he could snuggle his belly against the graceful curve of her back, so his pelvis would grind adoringly into the cheeks of her glossy ass. Tammy lifted them, and he got both hands around the small tits as he took the back of her neck between his teeth. Mark's prick kept working lasciviously into the girl's sweet cunt with such intense concentration that he could pay no attention to what else might be going on around them.
Groaning and twisting, Tammy bucked upon his shaft, making his balls swing, making his cockhead drill into the spongy pillow of her cervix. His hands tightened upon her firm breasts, and she suddenly quivered, her tiny body going stiff, crying out in a choked voice that she was coming, coming.
Gouts of slippery oils seemed to splash his glans, and hundreds of little squirming things fondled his shaft with satin and silks. Lurching into her vagina once more, Mark jerked and blasted a furious load of semen into that loving, rippling young snatch. Creamy as melted butter, his come rained into her pussy, turning it into bubbling jelly. Tammy sighed and collapsed, dragging him down on top of her slim body and clamping his still spurting cock tightly within her cunt.
Blindly, he lay there, his chest heaving and his head spinning, his balls being sucked , dry and his backbone turning to rubber. It was always like this when he fucked Tammy, he thought-every time a new experience, every probing of that slender body a different delight, each probing of the deceptively fragile little pussy an adventure in ecstasy.
Lifting his weight from her, he withdrew his cock from the jealous clenching of the girl's cunt, and the lips were still so tight that no residual semen followed the head; all his come was retained inside that velvet-gloved pussy.
Tammy turned over onto her back and lay there with her little breasts lifting up and dropping down, her mouth damply fondled by a deep pink tongue, her eyelashes against flawless cheeks. Only then, as Mark sat back with his cock drooping, did he become conscious of the others in the room.
Their arms around each other, his wife and Gina kneeled side by side, their thighs pressed together, their bodies erect. Before them stood the two boys with damp and polished cocks sticking out. Staring, he realized that Johnny and Leon had been fucking the women, had come and were about to do something else-have Alice and Gina go down on them.
Johnny was spread-legged before Alice, his hands upon the blonde hair, the inflamed knob of his wet prick only inches from her opened pink lips. Leon was braced before Gina, his bulb reaching out to meet the flicking of her adept tongue. They were all close together.
Entranced, Mark watched something he had been longing to see ever since he had taken his first step in breaking from the traditional mold of his middle-class marriage. He was seeing his wife going down on an other prick. Johnny's cockhead moved into Alice's lips, and the boy fed his hard shaft deeply inside her mouth. She closed her lips around the rod, and Mark could see her cheeks dip in as she sucked on the boy s cock, as he imagined the rapid curling and licking of her hot tongue over, the swollen glans.
Johnny held to her head and moved his ass slightly, easing that rigid prick back and forth, fucking Alice in the mouth, reaching far back to touch the depths of her clinging throat. The hairy balls swung against her throat, her chin, and Mark heard his wife moan in rapture.
Beside them, Leon was stroking his cock into Gina's mouth, grinding his pelvis to move the sliding head around inside, over the girl's tongue and teeth, humping and thrusting gently. The women held each other's waists, both of them sucking and releasing as their tits arched and jiggled enticingly.
"Oh!" Alice said, as Johnny pulled his cock from the greedy pressure of her lips, but her mouth was empty only for a moment when the boy stepped aside. Leon exchanged places with him and forced his hard rod into Alice's mouth, hardly missing a stroke.
Johnny was a little slower, having to move over to where Gina's tongue was licking the air. He gave the girl his cockhead to play with, and Gina dragged it in hungrily. They went back and forth like that for awhile, dragging wet cockheads out when the sensations grew too powerful giving them a chance to air out and cool off before sticking them back into another suctioning mouth.
But Johnny got caught first. When he tried to remove his prick from Alice's avid lips, she grabbed his ass and held him close, pulling and gnawing upon shaft, forcing the head down her throat, her tongue and cheeks going wild. The boy groaned and held to her head working his stiff rod in and out until his balls quivered violently and his buttocks clenched together. Then he fired his load into her throat.
Mark held tightly to Tammy's small hand as he watched his wife suck thirstily upon the boy's prick, seeing her throat work as she swallowed Johnny's hot semen and pull for more. Alice's fingertips dug into the boy's ass as she tried to get his entire prick down her throat and into her stomach.
"Leon's coming, too," Tammy whispered, but Mark couldn't look away from his wife, from the root of the boy's prick embedded into her lustily siphoning mouth.
Then it was done, and Johnny rocked back weakly upon his heels, the head of his cock slipping from her lips and leaving a trail of glistening semen upon her chin. Alice's tongue reached out and caught the droplet, pulling it back into her mouth.
Tammy murmured, "Your wife really gives some heavy head. I guess she loves to eat cock as much as I do."
Mark helped the girl to her feet and led her to the bar, where he had a revivifying drink and she tasted a ginger ale. They all needed a short break, he thought.
Alice came for a shot of bourbon, pressing her hotly naked body against him as she drank. The kids gathered around the goody tables, eating and laughing, cheerfully unconcerned as if they were at a school picnic; watching them, Mark felt younger himself, but stronger than he had been as a boy. Yet he was so much wiser, having learned from them.
"I'll grab something to eat, too," his wife said, kissing him. "Shall I bring you a plate?"
He nodded thanks and watched her walk away, the enticing cheeks of her ass moving sensuously up and down, her lush legs sliding their thighs together. Tammy drifted away to change stereo tapes, and Gina finished eating, then came to Mark with that lithe, exaggerated rolling of her slender hips.
"We're thinking about a daisy chain," she said. "It's groovy for awhile, and if it gets tiring or anything, we can always break up into couples, or threesomes or whatever. That okay with you?"
He was a little puzzled, trying to put together the pattern in his head. "Sure, it's okay-but how will we go about it?"
"Come on," Gina laughed, "and I'll show you. Of course, it won't really work out all the way, but close enough, I guess."
They gathered in a circle as the girl led him into the middle of the room and had him lie down on his back. Mark's prick began to rise, and Gina patted it. "Good boy; that's for me this time. So I'll just get you on your side like this, and kind of back into you while I lift this leg-there; you can reach my pussy, can't you?"
Mark looked up at the others waiting around him. "Yes," he answered, his cockhead touching the girl's bushy pubic hair.
"Put it in me, then," Gina ordered. "Ahh, man-yes, that's it; all hard and strong, right up to your balls. Leon? Come on and get your prick eaten."
The slim boy lay down and stretched his legs upon each side of Gina's head, his rod pulsing in readiness, but she didn't mouth it right away. She said, "Tammy-you can put that little cunt on Leon's face, and Johnny will lie down so you can suck his cock. Alice-wrap your thighs right around Johnny's head and snuggle that rich pussy up to his mouth. Now, if you stretch out and around a little, I'm sure you can give your old man a kiss. Okay, everybody? Then let's get it on!"
They locked wetly together in a tight circle, Gina moving her cunt around Mark's shaft as she went down on Leon; Leon's face was snuggled between Tammy's trim little legs, his tongue busy inside her pulsing box. In turn, the little redhead clamped her rosy lips around the head of Johnny Darnell's upright pole and sucked. Johnny buried his mouth into Alice's juicy pussy, licking deeply and avidly there.
Alice's mouth came down to Mark's, and his wife's tongue slid hotly over his own as they all stroked together. His was the only prick moving inside a cunt; the others were being sucked, but Gina had wanted it that way, and it was her turn to call the shots. He pumped into the girl's narrow slot, revelling in the way his wife sucked his tongue, in the trembling of her body that told him she was being well eaten, that her cunt was being washed by a boyish tongue.
Gina came, her snatch contracting around his sledging prick, but Mark was holding back. He heard others moaning, and felt the lashings of their bodies transmitted through Gina's, through the spasmed reaction of his wife's mouth. Closer to Alice than he had ever been, he knew they were being blended into something very special, that they had become part of the young people, interwoven into these other loving beings forever.
Slowly, the circle dissolved itself, breaking apart but holding a tenuous connection through the sharing of all their bodies, the submerging of individuals into a single, sensuous entity. Mark sat up and reached for Gina, drawing the girl's eager mouth down over the swollen bud of his wet prick, and his wife stroked the girl's hair as she sucked.
He could see both Leon and Johnny getting tangled with Tammy. She was still eating away at Johnny's cock while Leon pumped his hard rod into her cunning little snatch. But nobody seemed to want to carry the meshing through to climaxes; they broke again, exchanging partners smoothly and easily.
Mark found his own wife's mouth sliding up and down around his rigid shaft, and saw Johnny mounting her from behind, that slim, greasy prick working into Alice's asshole.
Gina presented the hairy cleft of her pussy to Leon's sturdy cock, and the boy shoved it home with a single long stroke while Gina burrowed her face between Tammy's spread thighs.
Back and forth they went, coming together for a few erotic moments, then passing on to someone else, mouths and cunts and asses available to three surging pricks.
Somehow then, the women were side by side, holding hands, their toes touching at the limits of their spread legs, the three lovely cunts gleaming red and black and golden. One body was like that of a child, but not a child; the one in the center was slender as a reed, but softly rounded; the third was in its full and ripened maturity. There were small apple tits and pear-sized breasts, and those the size of rounded melons; there were little pink nipples and hard, dark nipples, and the set big and long and redly thick.
Mark approached Tammy, kneeling almost in reverence between her schoolgirl legs, his awed shaft trembling hard and eagerly in one hand, while his other palm paid homage to the tender young pussy glowing before him. Guiding his cockhead into the well-fucked little snatch dripping with its own juices and the mingled semen left within it by three lovers, Mark, slid his prick back into that tiny, hot cavern, feeling the satin excitement of it close adoringly about his meat, feeling his balls come to loving rest in the woolly fluff of Tammy's intricately designed ass.
He could do it; he knew he could. There was strength surging in his balls, a power moving throughout his muscled body. So he stayed with Tammy's pussy, fucking the tiny girl as she squirmed, burying his cockhead deep with every smooth, slick thrust, his balls kissing her ass every time he reached bottom.
When he came, she matched his emotional explosion with one of her own, rocking upon his spitting prick, taking more semen into the blazing tightness of her oiled pussy and crying out in rapture. Mark only paused for the space of a heartbeat before removing his cock with the head of it still oozing come. Moving across to Gina's lean legs, he placed a hand upon each of her slim thighs, and stuck the greasy knob into her tilted snatch, boring through the wet black hairs and parting the hot lips, drilling his meat full length into the girl's vagina. His cockhead packed into her lathered socket, and again, Mark began to work strongly, pumping his highly sensitized club back and forth into the hearty grip of her cunt.
Beside him on his left, Leon had already mounted Tammy and was plunging his short, stubby cock into the girl's steaming pussy. Above them, Johnny Darnell waited, fingers caressing his shaft. Mark fucked on, stroking constantly into Gina's writhing vagina, knowing the lifting and falling of her slender ass and the circular motion of her pelvis as she took his cock and struggled for more.
She came at least twice before he did, each time bucking and humping, her heels drumming a tattoo upon the carpet and moaning through clenched teeth. When he let go this time, Mark packed her narrow slot with more juices, with come that was as soapy and fluid as boiled syrup. He rested awhile upon the trembling flatness of her sweaty belly, but when he backed out his shaft, the pole was still hard, its veins yet engorged and the head eager as ever.
Between his own wife's trembling thighs, poised above the abundant hair of her newly awakened cunt, Mark looked to see Tammy now accepting Johnny's prick, taking it avidly into the inflamed and seeping lips of her writhing pussy. He also saw Leon preparing to shove it solidly into Gina's darkly furred nest, where a rivulet of semen glistened.
Then Mark was prodding into the feverish labia of Alice's vulva, slipping past the gentle barricade to find the humid furnace of the cunt he had known so well, and was yet relearning every time he fucked it. His wife met his strokes joyously, sledging her crotch against his, swinging her ass and trying to get even his balls inside her flaming body. She was mellow and sweet; she was horny and ripe, and her precious vagina boiled with life, rippled with a carnal eagerness that thrilled him to the core.
He fucked her, fucked her with a steady pounding of rigid and swollen meat that drove her freaky, that made Alice hammer to him and fall back, that forced her to come squealing and to come moaning, that demanded she come yet again before the power hissed up from his overworked balls and streamed along his shaft to jet from his flexing cockhead. Mark's come flooded her pussy, sloshed the womb and walls and purled back down to drown the pulsing of her clit.
But he didn't lie limply atop her belly; he drew out a now shrunken prick and moved aside, for his wife had two more lovers to take turns inside her flowing cunt. Leon was already crawling to her, and Johnny was just pulling out of a supine Gina.
He was at the bar, cooling his throat and flopping relaxed, slumping drained on a stool when she touched his shoulder. Tammy's sea-green eyes held his. "You look like you need a baby sitter, mister."
Mark laughed. "We sure as hell do. In fact, we always did. You've got the job, Tammy, long as you want it"
She said throatily, "Then you'd better get some lead back into your pencil. My mom and my sister will be over in a little while."
