Coming of age is a curious phenomenon in any culture. In our culture the process of growing up is often riddled with problems. We hear reports ot teenage drinking, the use of drugs and dangerous VD epidemics among our teenage population. Is it any wonder that most teenagers have secret fears concerning that inevitable time when they must take their place in adult society?
The crisis of adolescence has been explored by prominent psychiatrists, sociologists, and anthropologists. They all agree that puberty is a time marked by constant inner turmoil. It is a time when the adolescent must formulate the values that will serve him for life and these values are nebulous indeed when the teenager faces the problem of his own sexuality.
There are tremendous pressures from parents and well-meaning adults to adopt sexual values already in practice. But the young adolescent seldom listens to parental advice when the question of his own sexuality is raised. Peer group pressure is compelling and often the young adolescent finds himself taking part in sexual rituals at the advice of his friends, rituals completely contrary to the moral attitudes of his parents and elders.
Joan and Jean Saunders are teenagers embarking on their own special journey into adulthood. Both girls find themselves filled with powerful emotions and each adopts an individual way of responding to her suddenly obsessive interest in sex. Their worlds of fantasy are far removed from their actual behavior, but still their mother, Carla Saunders, a bitter divorcee, finds herself worried about her growing daughters.
The crisis evolves when Lee Baxter moves in next door. Lee's son Gary and Jean and Joan, become involved with their heightening sexual awareness. Carla discovers the girls engaging in sexual play with Gary and she is shocked and hurt. Luckily for Carla and her daughters, she turns to Lee for advice and Carla comes to grips with her own, hidden sexuality, thus guiding her daughters wisely down the twisted path of adolescence. Jean and Joan at last have a chance to turn some of their fantasies into reality, and their world comes into perspective so that they can develop a healthy attitude toward sex.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"My titties are smaller than yours," Jean Saunders wailed, gazing at her twin sister who was slipping into her bikini top.
"Oh, they are not," Joan sighed in exasperation. She just couldn't understand why Jean was so concerned about her figure recently. It was getting to be a drag, having her hog the mirror and spend hours in the bathroom she had to share. She wished that Jean wasn't so boy-conscious. They used to have lots of fun until Jean started doing all those exercises for her boobs and curling her hair and everything.
Jean stood in front of the mirror, examining her body critically. "My legs are okay and my waist is nice and small," she decided. "It's just my damn boobs. They're never gonna grow. I know it."
Joan looked down at her own swelling titties. She was perfectly satisfied with her figure and everybody said that she and Jean were identical. No one at school could tell them apart. She didn't know what Jean was bitching about anyway.
"Oh, you're just jealous because Mary Ellen has bigger titties than we do," Joan giggled, thinking about her red-haired friend. "You don't want boobs that big. God! Do you know that her mother has to buy a special bra for her, I think it's a "D" or something like that?"
Jean appeared somewhat mollified when Joan mentioned Mary Ellen. Her titties were pretty ridiculous. "I guess mine are all right," Jean conceded, giggling. "Mary Ellen's are so big she needs a wheelbarrow to hold them up."
Joan smiled back at her sister. She was glad that she'd gotten Jean in a better mood. She sure didn't enjoy it when she moped around all the time, pulling at her titties, trying to get them to grow.
"It just takes time, Mom says," Joan said with a giggle. "And she oughta know! Have you ever noticed what big titties she's got?"
Jean let out a whoop of laughter. "They're really something," she agreed. "And they don't sag like Mary Ellen's. I sure wish Mom'd wear a bikini. She'd be a real knockout!"
Joan chuckled at the very idea. "Fat chance!" she retorted. "Mom won't even wear shorts. She says she's past all that."
"I don't believe it," Jean giggled. "Mary Ellen told me that her mother and father still do it. She peeked at them through the keyhole one night and she said they were humping away like a couple of sex fiends."
"I don't believe it," Joan snorted. "You know how old Mary Ellen's parents are. She probably made it up, just to shock you."
Jean looked dubious. "I don't know. ... " she said, considering it. "She sure went into an awful lot of details for making it up."
"Well ... I guess there's no way to know for sure," Joan replied, throwing a towel over her shoulder. "Are you going to stand in front of the mirror all day, or do you want to get some of that sun?"
The two twins ran down the stairs. Their pert little curvy asses wiggled and their growing titties bounced as they ran out into the backyard.
"Don't get sunburned now," Carla yelled after them, wiping her hands on her apron. She watched them barge out of the back door with a tiny frown on her face. They certainly were growing up fast. She supposed they'd be begging to date pretty soon. That was a sobering thought. She didn't feel ready at all to cope with that.
Carla Saunders was a trim thirty-five. Her mirror told her that she still had the figure of a teenager ... a little more mature perhaps ... but still damn good for a woman her age. She didn't consider that an asset though. Carla Saunders wasn't the least bit interested in attracting another man.
Carla shuddered when she remembered the man she had. Sometimes, even though she knew it wasn't right, she was glad that Bill had left her when the twins were only three. They didn't remember much about him at all and that was fine with her. There wasn't that much to remember except for the gambling, drinking, and fighting. She hadn't even cried when his new wife had called to say that he had been killed in a car accident. She knew she was much better off without him.
She had been lonesome at first. She had moped around the house and remembered all the times. And she had been incredibly horny. Even now, thinking about Bill sinking his long cock in her warm pussy made little thrills of excitement run through her body. She remembered the first time he had really noticed her ... the night she had lost her virginity, fifteen years ago.
* * *
Carla was twenty and it was her first taste of freedom. Her parents had finally allowed her to move away from home and get a small apartment in Austin, twenty-five miles away from the family ranch. She had a nice healthy allowance and a brand new car. She also had a job working for one of her father's friends, George Hansen.
Mr. Hansen put her in charge of keeping the microfilm records and it wasn't a very challenging job. Carla was happy though. She had plenty of money and a very handsome next-door neighbor.
Carla saw Bill Saunders every afternoon when she came home from work. She didn't know what he did for a living, but he always seemed to be home when she came in. He would nod politely and exchange greetings with her but it never went any farther than that ... until that fateful afternoon in October when he invited her over for a drink.
"Hi there, beautiful," he said, sticking his head out of his door as she started to unlock hers. "How about joining me for a quickie? You must be as thirsty as hell, working all day like that."
Carla's knees started to tremble and there was a warm fluttery feeling in her tummy. This was the perfect opportunity. She'd been wanting to get to know Bill Saunders better for a long time now.
Uh ... just let me change my clothes and I'll be right over," Carla replied. She waved as she shut the door and then she leaned against it weakly. It was impossible to explain that weird feeling she got in her tummy every time she saw Bill's face. She knew she wanted to put on her best lounging outfit though. She just had to make a good impression. It would be nice to have a man next-door to her in the building that she could date and go places with. She had her cap set for Bill Saunders.
Carla took a quick shower and slipped into her new silk jumpsuit. She knew she looked good. Her titties thrust out from the low neckline and the thin material clung to her lusty curves just like it was a second skin.
Carla was breathless when she rang his bell. Then she giggled as Bill gave a long, low wolf-whistle.
"Come into my den," he said in a gravelly low voice. "I've got the drinks mixed already."
Carla felt a little twinge of fear. She had intended to tell Bill that she didn't drink. She knew only too well what happened to her when she had a drink. The alcohol seemed to ignite the fire in her virgin body. Every time Carla drank, even half a drink, she felt like doing something wild. Carla opened her mouth to suggest that she run home and get a coke or something non-alcoholic. She wasn't quite sure how to say it. She didn't want to come right out and tell Bill that drinking did wild things to her body. That was something she didn't even like to think about, much less tell a comparative stranger. She didn't have time to think of any excuse though, before Bill was pressing a drink into her hand.
"Oooohh!" Carla gasped, feeling a shock run through her arm as Bill's fingers brushed against hers. "Uh ... thank you ... what is it?"
Bill laughed softly. "I figured that you were one girl who wasn't used to drinking," he explained, "so I mixed you a Pink Lady. There's not very much booze in it. I think you'll like it."
Carla sipped gingerly. Then she smiled. "It's good," she said softly. Her forehead crinkled in a tiny frown. "Why were you so sure that I didn't drink?"
"You look like a pretty protected young lady," Bill said easily. "I thought that you didn't look like the type to run around and do underage drinking. That's true, isn't it?"
Carla blushed. She could feel her head buzz and her face turned hot. "Does it show that much?" she asked. "The girls at work tell me that I could pass for twenty-five if I wore more make-up."
Bill chuckled. "I'm pretty good at judging girl's ages," he said. "You can't be more than twenty, right?"
Carla felt herself blush deeper. It made her feel uncomfortable the way that Bill seemed to know everything about her. Fist guessing that she didn't drink and then guessing her age, right like that. She nodded and fluttered her eyelashes. This wasn't working out the way she had thought it would at all. Bill had her thoroughly flustered.
You say there's not very much alcohol in this?" she asked, taking a big drink when he nodded. It never occurred to her that Bill might be lying about the contents of the drink. Carla was used to trusting people. She'd never met anyone quite like Bill before. She had no way of knowing that he had some pretty heavy amusements planned for the evening.
Carla finished her drink quickly. She felt warm and sleepy and she unzipped her zipper a little farther than was really proper. She wanted to make Bill think that she was experienced and sophisticated. Maybe that would make up for being so young. She certainly didn't want him to think she was a baby!
Carla accepted another drink and sipped the pink, frothy liquid. She told Bill all about her job when he asked, and even started to tell him about her family because he seemed interested. It was warm and friendly in his apartment. She was sure that she was making a good impression on him. She just had to get him to ask her out on a date. She needed a boyfriend. Austin was lonely for a single girl without a boyfriend. If she could get Bill to take her out they could do lots of things together.
"What kind of material is that?" Bill asked, running his fingers over the back of her lounging outfit. "It's so soft and slippery it just makes me want to squeeze you."
Carla giggled. "It's silk," she said, "and I don't care if you squeeze me. I'd really like that."
Carla heard her voice dimly. She couldn't believe that she had come right out and said something so sexy. She had though. She had heard herself right past the ringing in her ears.
Bill chuckled. Now he was damn glad that he'd invited his little neighbor over for a drink. He knew that she was young and he'd guessed that her family had money. No single girl drove a new car and dressed the way Carla did without a couple of well-heeled parents footing the bill. He'd have to be very careful with her. He needed a little more capital for the new deal he was planning and Carla could come in real handy.
"You sure are a cute little thing," Bill chuckled, staring into her big blue eyes. "I'm going to have to keep my eye on you. When the guys in your office find out that you're living by yourself, they'll be tripping over their feet trying to beat a path to your door."
Carla giggled self-consciously. Now Bill was acting like a big brother. That wasn't what she needed at all. She had plenty of brothers and sisters at home. What she needed was a boyfriend, not a protector.
"You don't have to worry about me," Carla declared, tossing her long shining hair back from her pretty face. "I may be young but I know how to take care of myself!"
"Oooooh!" Bill laughed. "Now you're putting me on. You're such a sweet little thing. I bet you've never been kissed."
Carla blushed fiery red. It was true. She'd never let a boy kiss her. She hadn't been allowed to date until two years ago and the boys she dated had tried but she hadn't been interested in them. Who wanted to kiss a boy they'd grown up with? Carla was saving everything for a real man.
When Carla looked up into Bill's deep blue eyes, her heart thudded painfully in her chest. His lips were only inches from hers. Her whole body trembled so hard that she knew that he was bound to notice. That made her blush even harder.
"I knew it!" Bill laughed. "Now what're you going to do if a guy tried something like this?" Before Carla had time to draw back, Bill's hard lips were touching hers. She couldn't help the flood of feelings that rose inside her. It was like a dam breaking. She couldn't hold her passions in check any longer. Before she knew what was happening the whole room was whirling around and the buzzing in her ears got louder and louder as Bill's tongue stabbed deeply in her mouth and she answered it with her own.
"Mmmmm," Bill murmured. "Maybe I was wrong about you, little girl. You sure know how to kiss. What else do you know how to do?"
Carla felt so dizzy and weak that she could hardly answer. She had to keep up her act of bravado though. She didn't want Bill to know that she was just as inexperienced as he had expected at first.
"I know how to do anything you know how to do," she replied quickly, forcing the brave words out between her lips. "I may be young, but I know more than you think I do."
'Well ... " Bill deliberated. He was getting excited by this whole scene. Perhaps he had been wrong about Carla. Some of these little Texas fillies grew up quickly.
T was wrong about the kissing," Bill admitted grinning at her, "but I bet I'm not wrong about this. You've never done this before, have you?"
Bill moved like lightening again. His hand shot out and pushed right into the neckline of Carla's silky outfit, fingers spreading to cup her trembling tittie.
Carla jumped as if she'd been shot. This was something that she was completely unprepared for. Bill's surprise attack had caught her completely off guard. She twisted a little and grinned weakly.
"Don't be silly!" she snapped. "Of course I know about that ... that's child's play!"
The minute the words were out of her mouth, Carla regretted them. She felt Bill's fingers pluck and twist at her hard, plump nipples and she almost passed out from fear. It felt wonderful though. The thrills chased up and down her body and made her weak with passion. There wasn't any harm in letting him touch her titties. Lots of girls let men do that. It was perfectly natural. There was no need to get freaked out about it.
"Ooooooh!" Carla squealed when Bill's hand slipped out and zipped the front of her lounging outfit down all the way. She squealed again as he uncovered one firm, thrusting tittie and sucked the nipple right into the hot cavern of his mouth.
There was no stopping Bill now that he had started sucking on Carla's titties. He felt his hard cock lurch against the front of his pants and he groaned lustily. He would have to fuck her now, even if she made a fuss. He was just too horny to stop. She shouldn't have let him touch her titties if she hadn't intended on letting him go all the way. That was only fair. A guy couldn't walk around with a stiff cock for the whole night. She'd just have to take care of it for him.
Carla screamed in passion and her whole body felt like it was on fire. When Bill rolled her nipple in his mouth her pussy vibrated and shook like it was a leaf tossing in the fall breeze. She never knew that anything could feel this wonderful.
Carla was burning up with passion. She never even thought to try to stop Bill. She wanted the flaming, trembling waves of pleasure to go on forever. Her mind whirled in dizzy circles and she grabbed for the back of Bill's head, pushing him down harder and harder against her swelling, throbbing tittie.
The combination of the liquor and the heady feeling of Bill's hot tongue on her body drove Carla to a frenzy. Nothing could be more wonderful than this. She couldn't think clearly with her head swirling this way but she was sure that she was in love at last. Nothing had ever driven her wild like this before. It must be love.
Before Carla could realize what was happening Bill had all of her clothes off. His tongue was licking and lapping all over her body and she squealed again and again as the rising tide of passion engulfed her making it impossible for her to resist.
Bill slipped out of his own clothes quickly, barely taking his lips off Carla's lush trembling body. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, kissing her deeply.
Carla didn't regain control of her senses until Bill had her spread out on his big double bed and he was lowering his heavy body to hers. Then, miraculously her head cleared and she screamed at him to stop.
Either Bill didn't hear her or she was only screaming in her mind because she felt something hot and huge trying to enter her body, poking rudely right between her legs. Her screams rang out as an incredible pain shot through her and then there was nothing but blackness.
"Oooooh!" Carla moaned. Her tears wet on her face. There was a sticky feeling between her legs and her body was trembling so hard she didn't think that she could talk. She felt Bill's cock tear into her pussy again, stretching and hurting, in and out so fast that everything was an inky blur. When it was over she was pale and shaken and very, very sober.
'Jesus," Bill moaned. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't think you were really a virgin or I never would have done it. It's just that I got a little drunk and you were so damn beautiful that I just lost control."
Carla wanted to shut her eyes and die but she forced herself to look up at Bill's face. He looked terribly earnest. Maybe she hadn't screamed at all. She had been drunk too ... she realized that now. Perhaps she had only thought she was screaming. That was why Bill hadn't stopped in time.
"It ... it's all right," Carla breathed. She believed Bill now but she wanted nothing more than to crawl back to her own apartment and take a hot bath to wash away the soreness she felt between her aching legs. Bill pulled her gently to her feet and propelled her to his bathroom, overriding her protest.
"Here," he offered, holding out a soft, warm washcloth. Carla shook her head. Now that it was over she was terribly embarrassed. She shivered uncontrollably. She didn't want to cry in front of him. That would really prove that she was nothing but a little scared girl.
"Just relax," Bill said softly, holding the washcloth to her poor torn pussy. "This is going to make it feel better." Then he sponged her off gently, solicitously, not even listening to her embarrassed babbling.
Carla balked when Bill led her back to the bedroom. All she wanted to do was go home and have a good cry. He wouldn't take no for an answer though. He lifted her gently in his arms, and kissing away the tears trembling on her eyelids.
"This time you're going to have fun." he promised. "It'll make up for last time, you'll see.
It did. ... and then some. She learned to hunger for Bill's long, hard cock in her pussy, for the touch of his wet, hot tongue on her trembling little clitty.
She was sure now that she loved him. She couldn't get enough of his hard wonderful prick. Then, a month after the first traumatic time, she found that she was pregnant.
She had expected Bill to be angry. He wasn't. They got married immediately, over the protests of her parents. They settled down in a little house that her father bought them for a wedding present. Carla was sure that she was going to be ecstatically happy. After the first month of marriage Carla found out how wrong she had been. Bill stayed out late and when he came home he wasn't interested in her pussy anymore. At first she thought that it was because she was getting so big. Some men just didn't like to fuck their wives when they were pregnant. She tried to ignore the nights Bill came home with lipstick on his shirts, smelling of perfume. Everything would be fine just as soon as the baby was born. She just had to be patient. It took some men longer to adjust to marriage than others.
Even before the twins were born, Carla knew that she had made a terrible mistake. She tried to talk to Bill about it, to try to come to some sort of compromise. Nothing seemed to work though. Bill just wasn't interested in trying to be a good husband. He drank and gambled even after the girls were born. He worked his way through her trust fund until there was nothing left and her parents wouldn't advance any more money. Then he left. He didn't even bother to divorce her. Carla had done that herself, with a quick trip to Reno. She hadn't heard from Bill again until she got the call from his new wife saying that he was dead.
Carla's parents urged her to come home. She couldn't though. She wanted to prove that she could raise her girls herself. Her father had been very understanding. He had helped her sell the house in Austin and her parents came with her to help her find a house in California. The girls made frequent trips to Texas. Things were never quite the same though. Carla suffered for her one mistake.
Carla's mistake didn't seem to hurt the girls. They loved their grandparents and visited them at least three times a year. The only thing they knew about their father was that he was dead. That was the way Carla wanted it.
Carla peeked out of the back window at the twins sunning themselves on a blanket. She managed to make a decent life for them. She was very happy, unless she started thinking about sex. She had vowed never to let another man with a hard cock into her life and she had done just that. It didn't really help the horny ache she often felt in her empty pussy though. God, she was lonely.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mary Ellen's going to try to sneak some of her father's sex books out of the house again," Jean said. She was lying on her back and the sun was making her horny little pussy hot and itchy. She reached down and scratched lightly.
Cut that out, Jean," Joan admonished. "Somebody might see you. You know Mom's always got her eye on us when we're out here sunbathing."
"Oh, shit!" Jean groaned, scratching anyway. "I can't help it if the sun is making me horny."
Joan giggled. She didn't know whether to be shocked or delighted with her outspoken sister. Jean was weird sometimes.
She rolled over on her belly and gazed out toward the vacant house next door. She felt her face flame as she remembered the last time Mary Ellen had shared her father's dirty books with them. She and Jean had ended up in one twin bed, and Jean had talked her into some really awful things. They had felt pretty good though. God, had it ever felt good! She shuddered lustily remembering the feel of Joan's fingers on her pussy.
Suddenly there was a loud noise next door. Both Jean and Joan sat up and peered through the hedge that separated the two houses.
"Hey! There's a moving van out in front," Joan squealed. "It's pulling in the driveway."
"I hope there's a cute boy moving next door," Jean moaned. "It'll probably be some old crows though. Nobody our age ever moves in around here."
Both girls held their breaths as the van stopped with a squeal of brakes. Before it had completely come to a stop, a tall red-headed boy jumped. He ran around the back and began lowering the ramp. Then a big, tall man got out of the driver's side and came around the back to unlock it. He looked like a football player with well-muscled arms and big shoulders.
Both girls held their breaths and stared at the red-headed boy, waiting for him to turn around and face them. "God ... I hope he's cute," Jean whispered. "Me too," Joan echoed, her heart beating fast.
When the boy turned around both girls gasped. Then Jean sighed deeply.
"He's a living doll," she breathed. "Our prayers are answered, Joan. A regular living doll, right next door."
'Maybe he's only helping," Joan said "That guy doesn't look old enough to have a son that big."
"Oh, I don't know ... " Jean mused. "Look at Mom. She doesn't look old enough to be our mother either."
"Well, we can always hope," Joan sighed, crossing her fingers for luck.
Jean and Joan weren't the only ones holding their breaths. Carla had heard the moving van and she was at the window, watching with a mixture of curiosity and fear on her face. She didn't really understand why she was so curious about the new neighbors. She just had a feeling that their life was about to change drastically.
When the good-looking boy had jumped out of the truck, her heart pounded alarmingly. She thought of her two innocent daughters out in the backyard and she wanted to scream at him to go and live someplace else ... anywhere but next door to her two virgin girls.
Carla laughed nervously. She was being absolutely ridiculous. She was turning into a regular worry-wart. He was just a good-looking teenage boy. Why, he was probably more interested in baseball than he was in girls.
She saw the boy's father get out of the truck and her heart pounded wildly. She could feel the pulse flutter at the base of her throat. He didn't look anything like Bill, but she felt that old, familiar weak-kneed feeling steal over her again. She turned away from the window angrily and began slamming pots and pans around in the kitchen.
Carla wondered if she was going crazy or something acting like that. The man's wife was probably following in the family car with a couple of other kids. She didn't know what she was getting all worked up for. She was acting like a sex-starved idiot, all because the man had nice broad shoulders and a good build. She didn't need men anyway. They were nothing but trouble.
Carla slipped a casserole in the oven for her new neighbors. They would probably be hungry after they finished unloading the truck. It certainly didn't hurt to be neighborly.
She puttered around the kitchen purposefully avoiding the window. She didn't want to think about what would happen if the man and his son were alone, with no wife in the picture. That was just asking for a peck of trouble.
Carla peeked out of the back window to check on her daughters. They were both lying on their stomachs, talking and laughing gaily. She felt a fierce swell of pride sweep through her at the sight of their fluffy little blonde heads bobbing in the sunlight. She wouldn't have felt quite that proud if she could have heard what they were talking about.
Jean was talking about her favorite subject ... sex.
"....And Mary Ellen says her father bent down and sucked on her mother's titties. She said she couldn't exactly see what her mother was doing to him but her arm was moving up and down and she figured that she was probably jerking him hard. She said that her mother was leaning over and she almost had her head right there in his lap and Mary Ellen got so excited that she dropped the dish she was carrying! Then she high-tailed it back to her room before they could catch her snooping around."
Joan giggled in spite of herself. She just didn't know how Mary Ellen got her nerve, sneaking around like that.
"God! I wish we had a father at home like Mary Ellen," Jean sighed. "Maybe we'd get a chance to see something instead of having to read books all the time."
"Jesus!" Joan sighed. "I think that's all you've got on your brain, Jean. I suppose the next thing you'll be doing is trying to get the boy next door to show you his thing."
Joan laughed loudly. "Not a bad idea ... " she giggled. "Not a bad idea at all."
When the casserole was ready, Carla called the twins to take it over. For once, she noticed, they didn't complain about running errands. When they came back they were giggling like two insane idiots.
"Oh, Mom!" Jean squealed. "The man next door is one of the new teachers at the school. He teaches science or something like that and his son, Gary, is fifteen. He was on the swimming team before they moved here and we promised to show him the swimming hole."
"Yeah ... and they've got a pool table for the basement and lots of real great furniture! You should see it Mom. All this modern stuff and their couch is made out of foam. If you sit on it you sink right down."
"And they've got a waterbed. It wasn't filled up yet, but Mr. Baxter, that's Gary's dad, says we can watch him do it tomorrow."
Carla laughed in spite of herself. The twins' excitement was contagious. "You certainly found out a lot about them in just a few minutes," she laughed. "You two girls ought to be working for the CIA."
"Oh, Mom!" the girls groaned in unison.
"Oh! We didn't tell you the best part," Jean squealed. "Get a load of this Mom ... he's not married! I mean, he's divorced ... and there's no Mrs. Baxter. Isn't that terrific?"
Carla felt her heart pound alarmingly. That was just what she didn't need. A single man next door with a teenage son. She managed to smile weakly. No sense in spoiling the girls' enthusiasm with her worries.
"Well ... I don't see why you're so excited about him being single," Carla answered carefully. "After all, that means that the boy doesn't have any mother. That's not such a good thing is it?
Joan glanced quickly at Jean. She mouthed the words "Cool it."
Jean winked back. "Well ... that's just it, Mom," she continued carefully. "I mean, it's lucky that they moved in next to us. We don't have a father so Mr. Baxter said that he'd be our stand-in father and we promised that you could be Gary's stand-in mother. That's okay, isn't it?"
Carla sat down weakly. This was developing much too fast for her. It was probably perfectly innocent though. The twins undoubtedly mentioned that they didn't have a father and Mr. Baxter had just tried to be friendly. She was sure that was all there was to it. Then, knowing how generous the girls were, they probably had just volunteered her services as a mother. It really wasn't as bad as it had sounded at first.
"Well, I really don't know much about being a mother to a teenage boy," she said. "I wouldn't mind helping them get their kitchen set up or something like that though ... " "That's just what we said," Joan shouted. "We told Mr. Baxter that you'd help him out tomorrow."
She flew across the room and hugged Carla.
"You're the best Mom in the whole world!"
Carla smiled weakly. What could she say after a compliment like that?
* * *
When the twins came home they found their mother sitting in front of the television with a dreamy expression on her face. As soon as they closed the door to their room they exchanged puzzled looks.
"What do you suppose is the matter with her?" Joan sighed curiously.
"You've got me," Jean answered, pulling the package of sexy books out of her jacket where they had been hidden. "She didn't even bawl us out for being late."
Suddenly Jean grinned. "I wonder if it's Mr. Baxter ... " she mused. "He said he was going to bring back the casserole dish later."
Joan sighed. "Well ... I wouldn't think Mr. Baxter would make her all dreamy like that. She says she's not interested in getting married again."
"That doesn't mean she wouldn't make it with someone," Jean snorted. "You can make with a guy without getting married, you know."
"Our Mom?" Joan squealed in astonishment. "She'd never do anything like that!"
"Oh well ... I don't care anyway," Jean giggled. "She can make it with a dozen guys for all I care. Then maybe she wouldn't be so crabby."
She noticed Joan pawing through the pile of books. "Oh, no you don't," she squealed. "I smuggled them in the house so I get first pick."
Ten minutes later there was nothing but silence in the bedroom. Both girls were curled up on their beds, reading avidly.
Jean sighed and rolled over. "God! These books sure do make my pussy hot," she breathed. "They're really a turn-on, aren't they Joan?"
"Yeah ... " Joan sighed. She kept on reading furiously. "What's yours about?"
"It's about two women making it," Jean sighed lustily. "It tells exactly what they do and how it feels and everything. You want to see it?"
A couple of minutes later Joan was reading the section that made Jean so horny. It really was a turn-on. She felt her little pussy cream and twitch as she read. Then, suddenly, Jean was on the bed beside her reading over her shoulder. She moved over a little bit and shared the book.
The book was telling about two girls who shared a room. The sexy girl had finally talked the other one into trying some kinky things. They were both naked and the sexy girl was just starting to play with the other girl's pussy.
Joan was just getting to the good part when Jean reached out and shut the book.
"Hey!" she hollered. "What did you do that for? I was just getting to the interesting part!"
"I've already read it," Jean answered, grinning widely. "You don't need to read it.
I'll show you how it comes out."
"What ... what do you mean?" Joan breathed. Her pussy was twitching alarmingly.
"I mean I'll show you everything they did in the book," Jean giggled. "What sense is there in reading it if I can show you? That way we can feel just as good as they did in the book."
"Oooooh," Joan sighed. "Now I know what you mean. I don't think that's a very good idea, Jean. It's not nice to do things like that."
"You liked it the last time I played with your pussy," Jean urged. "You said you did."
"Uh ... yeah ... I did, but ... that was a long time ago and I don't think we'd better do that again ... " "Why not? You said it felt super. Remember how you came? You practically flooded my fingers with all that cream."
Joan felt her body begin to tremble. She really didn't like it when Jean talked like this, but she felt her pussy getting hot even though she tried not to listen.
"Look ... it's just not nice," she hissed. "Nice girls don't do something like that."
"Nice girls don't have any fun either," Jean hissed back. "It doesn't hurt anybody, for Christ Sakes. We've gotta find out about sex somehow, and there isn't anybody to ask. All we've got are these books and they make my pussy hot. I'll bet they make yours hot too, don't they?"
"Yeah ... " Joan admitted. "But ... I just don't know if we should. I mean ... what if someone caught us?"
"With the door locked?"" Jean chortled. "Don't be silly. You know Mom never comes in our room when the door's closed. And she can't get in if it's locked. You're being ridiculous. Don't you want me to make you feel good?"
Uh ... sure, but ... " "Well, if you won't do it, I'll just have to go out and get some boy to fuck me," Jean announced fiercely, starting to get up.
"No!" Joan squealed. "Oh, Jean! You can't do that. That'd be just terrible!"
"Well, I'm so horny I'm gonna have to do something," Jean replied. "I'd rather do it with you, but ... " Joan sighed deeply. She knew when she was beaten. She didn't really thing that Jean would go out and get a boy to fuck her, but you could never tell about Jean. She'd probably do it just for spite. She was really weird sometimes.
"All right," she agreed reluctantly. "We have to be very quiet though. I don't want anyone to hear us."
"Oh, sure," Jean agreed happily. "We'll be very quiet."
"Let's pretend that we're the two roommates and I've just come out of the shower. All I've got on is a towel and it slips down while I'm brushing my hair. Remember?"
"Uh ... yeah," Joan replied haltingly. She wasn't sure that she wanted to do the things she had started to read about in the book but her hot pussy throbbed anyway. Even if she didn't approve, the scene in the book turned her on.
"The sexy girl catches her roommate staring at her in the mirror and she turns around."
Jean slipped out of her shortie nightgown and sat down on the edge of the bed. Then she leaned back stretching sexily.
Joan felt the excitement grow in her pussy. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from her sister's fluffy golden beaver.
"Do you see something interesting?" she asked huskily. She leaned back and pushed her pussy up, parting her thighs with her hands.
"I ... I ... Jean! We shouldn't!" Joan wailed, her eyes glued to Jean's soft golden pussy and pink, glossy cuntlips peeking out from the lightly curling fluff.
"It's all right, Joan," Jean soothed her. "I know you want to do it just as much as I do. I'm just not afraid to ask for it, that's all."
Joan clamped her legs together tightly. She couldn't help 'it. She was getting terribly horny, watching Jean's shameless display. The tingling in her pussy got worse and worse and there was a dull aching feeling in her tummy. It felt like little prickles of sensation were chasing themselves back and forth in her swimming pussytunnel.
"Watch me Joan. I'll let you watch while I play with my pussy," Jean giggled. "I'll bet it'll get you so hot and horny that you'll beg to touch me too."
Jean moved her legs, spreading them widely. Then one hand trailed lazily down her body and stroked her firm, young flesh. It smoothed across her flat tummy, slipping easily over the satiny white skin. It inched lower, like water seeping into a hole, until it just barely touched the soft gold curls of her beaver.
Joan held her breath. Jean's fingers were curling lightly around the little soft curls of her muff now, brushing and tugging gently. She knew what Jean was going to do next and her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Jean was shameless ... absolutely shameless. She was going to play with her pussy right in front of her and the lights weren't even off.
Joan knew that she was supposed to be shocked. She was, but she felt something else too. The sight was shocking ... Jean's fingers inching lewdly toward all the pink and hot wetness, but it was also awfully exciting. She knew the kinds of sensations that Jean must be feeling. Her own fingers trembled. She wanted to feel the same thing. She wanted fingers on her own pussy too, slipping through the hot lips of her cunt and smoothing up the satiny hotness of her pussyslit.
Joan's pussy tickled and throbbed. It creamed hotly and her legs felt wet from the hot, dripping juices. She was almost ashamed of how her pussy was behaving. There was nothing she could do about it though. The sight of Jean playing with her pussy was making her so horny she didn't know what she was going to do.
Jean put her fingers on her puffy pink cuntlips. She pulled them apart widely. Joan felt the heat in her own pussy grow.
Jean's pussy was pink and open. Little drops of pussycream clung to the sides of her cuntlips and trembled there like dew on a morning flower. It looked like her whole pussy was covered with a glossy sheen. It was pink and shiny, and absolutely beautiful.
"See how hot I am?" Jean asked, her eyes burning into Joan's. "Look at all that cream. Is your pussy that hot, Joan?"
"Uh ... yeah," Joan agreed weakly. She could feel the cream gush from her tiny cuntmouth and she knew that her pussy was every bit as hot as Jean's. Maybe hotter ... She watched the tips of Jean's fingers trace over her glistening pink cuntflesh, touching and stroking lightly. Her pussylips puffed up even more and snapped open with a wet, sticky sound. Now she could see the inside of her sister's pussy, glistening with a rich dark pink color. It looked wet and hot and exciting.
Joan leaned forward slightly. She could see the dark pink mouth of her sister's pussy snapping open and shut with wet, wild sounds. She felt her own pussymouth snap open and shut too, and she wondered what it would feel like to have a cock fill up her tiny pussy chute. The thought of a cock made her even hotter and she sighed loudly.
Jean smiled slightly. Her eyes had a glazed look and she was puffing a little. Her finger traveled around her snapping cunt mouth and rubbed gently. It was slippery with her creamy cuntjuice.
She grinned lewdly at Joan. "Did you ever taste your own pussycream?" she asked lustily.
"Uh ... noooo," Joan answered, looking a little surprised. "Why would I want to do a thing like that?"
Jean giggled. "So you'd know what it would taste like to a boy, silly. If some boy is going to lick your pussy you want to know if it's gonna taste good, don't you?"
"Uh ... I guess so ... I just never thought about it."
"I tasted mine and it's good. It tastes really wild ... you oughta taste yours too."
Jean coated her finger with her slippery juices and sucked the tip of it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and rolled her tongue around the width of her finger.
"Mmmmmm!" I can see why guys go wild over that taste. It kind of grows on you."
She opened her eyes suddenly and sat up. "Hey!" she giggled. "We're identical twins, right?"
"Sure," Joan nodded. "You know that." She looked puzzled at her sister's question. "What's that got to do with anything?"
"Well ... I was thinking. If we're identical twins, I wonder if our pussies taste the same. Everything else is the same. Lots of people can't tell us apart so I figured that our pussies would probably taste alike too. That makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Gosh, I don't know ... I guess it does," Joan replied. The question was beginning to intrigue her.
"I don't know how we'd ever find out about something like that," she giggled. "I sure don't want to taste your pussy to find out."
"Don't you?" Jean asked, smiling lewdly. "I mean ... it's the only way to tell unless we get somebody to taste both of our pussies and tell us. Either you have to taste my pussy and then taste yours and see if it's the same, or I have to do it to you."
Jean laughed. "That's ridiculous," she giggled. "Whoever heard of anything like that? I think I can live without finding out if our pussies taste the same."
Jean giggled. "You want to know though ... I can tell. You're always wondering about things. It'll just kill you not knowing if we've got identical pussies."
Joan thought for a moment. Then she giggled. "Well, we don't even know for sure if they look the same. We've never really looked with the lights on or anything."
"Hey! That's a good idea." Her eyes sparkled. "Take off your clothes and let's compare pussies ... come on. It won't kill you."
Joan giggled again. "Well ... I guess it can't hurt anything to just look," she agreed. "I'm kind of curious ... " She stood up and took off her nightie. Then she stretched out on the bed and tried to look at her own pussy.
"Hey ... this isn't going to work, you know," she said, giggling again. "I have to be an acrobat to see my own pussy. I can't stretch my head down that far."
Jean jumped up and got the mirror from the dresser. "I'll hold it for you and you can get a real good look," she suggested. "Then you can hold it for me."
Joan giggled again. This was really funny but her curiosity was killing her. She had to know.
"Tip it down just a little bit," she instructed. "Now hold it right there while I look."
She pulled her puffy pink cuntlips apart with her fingers and stared in the mirror. Her little dark pussyhole looked the same size as Jean's. Her pussy was the same color too. A kind of glossy pink. Her pussycream clung to the sides of her swollen cuntlips just like Jean's had done, and her shiny pussylips seemed to be about the same length. Her eyes traveled up to the little bump that she and Jean had played with. Her joy button, Jean had called it. She pulled a little harder on her pussylips so she could see it better. Yes ... it was sticking right out, just like her sister's.
"I think they're the same," she decided. "You do it now and we'll know for sure."
The two girls reversed position. Jean glance in the mirror and examined her pussy carefully. Her finger slid up her slippery pussyslit and flicked across the sensitive little nub of her clitty.
"Looks exactly the same to me," she giggled. "I think we've got identical pussies."
She grinned up at her sister naughtily. "Now all we have to do is compare the taste. Stick your fingers in your pussy and taste yourself," she urged. '"I'll do the same thing. Then we'll do it again and suck on each other's fingers. If we both think we taste the same, then we must be identical."
Joan put down the mirror. She looked at her "I ... I ... really don't think we ought to do that," she argued. "I mean ... that's just a little weird, don't you think?"
"No ... I don't think it's weird at all," Jean replied, still giggling. "How else are we going to find out? You want to call in the boy next door and. have him do the taste test?"
"Jean! For Pete's Sake!" Joan gasped. Then she giggled in spite of herself. She'd heard of wine tasters but never pussy-tasters. The very thought made her giggle harder.
"Oh ... all right," she sighed. "If it's that important to you I guess we can do it. I still think it's weird though. Tasting pussies! Yuck!"
She leaned back and stuck the tip of her finger in her slippery pussy. A shudder wept through her body as her finger touched the sensitive flesh of her cunt and slipped smoothly up the slick, wet groove of her creamy pussyslit. There was no doubt about it now. Her pussy was every bit as hot and wet as Jean's. Her finger felt wonderful in her wet pussygroove. She had the urge to just forget all about this screwy taste test and go ahead and push the little button around the top of her cuntslit.
"Come on!" Jean urged, her finger already half way to her mouth. "Don't fool around ... just taste it!"
Joan licked at the tip of her finger experimentally. She knew that she was blushing like a tomato. Her tongue slipped over the greased surface of her finger and she tasted gingerly. Then she smiled.
"Hey! You're right!" she giggled." "It does taste kind of good. It's different than anything I ever tasted before but it's not bad at all."
She popped her whole finger in her mouth and sucked on it, savoring the taste of her own hot pussy cream.
"Okay," Jean declared, letting her finger pop from her mouth with a slurp. "Now remember what it tastes like and we'll suck each other's fingers."
Jean didn't wait to see if Joan was following her lead or not. She just dipped her finger right into her pussy again slipping it right in the deep well of her pussyhole and getting it coated with hot juice.
"Here ... try mine," Jean urged, holding her creamy finger up and shoving it toward Joan's mouth.
Joan shuddered slightly. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this or not. Still ... she had promised to do the experiment and she really wanted to find out. She opened her mouth and licked hesitantly with just the tip of her tiny pink tongue. Then she frowned and licked a little more.
"I think it tastes the same," she decided, smacking her lips. "Here, try mine and see what you think."
Joan wasn't shy now. She was too involved in the experiment to feel embarrassed. She dipped her finger in her pussy again and wiggled it around until it was coated with plenty of hot juice.
Jean grabbed her hand and popped the finger between her lips. She ran her tongue around Joan's finger and giggled.
"Cut it out!" Joan gasped. "You're tickling my finger!"
"It tastes exactly the same as mine," Jean decided, letting Joan's finger pop out of her mouth. "We're identical! How about that. Aren"t you glad that you did it now?"
Joan looked a little puzzled. "Well ... it's interesting and all that, but I don't know why we bothered to find out. It's not like knowing that will ever do us any good. So we're identical ... two pussies, exactly the same. What good is that?"
Jean was thoughtful for a minute. Then her eyes lit up with a spark of mischief.
"Well ... we could always exchange boyfriends and they'd never know the difference," she suggested. "We could switch back and forth anytime we wanted to, and no one would know, not even our boyfriends!"
Joan looked shocked. "You ... you mean go to bed with each other's boyfriends?" she gasped. "Why not?" Jean answered, grinning widely. "We could have lots of fun that way and our boyfriends would think we were being nice and proper and faithful."
Joan started to giggle. "Leave it to you to think of something like that!" Then she looked slightly puzzled. "I don't see why we had to find out if our pussies tasted the same though. I'm certainly never going to let my boyfriend taste me down there. I wouldn't even let my husband do that."
Jean looked at her sister in shock. "God! You're a prude!" she accused. "Don't you know that's what everybody does? You can make each other come that way and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant. It's the perfect thing to do if you don't want to fuck. Anybody knows that."
"Ugh!" Joan grunted. Screwing up her face in an expression of disgust. "I can't see how anybody would want to do that. That sounds awful. How can you have any fun that way?"
"God! You really are dumb! That's almost as much fun as fucking. Everybody knows that."
"Well ... not exactly," Jean replied. "Mary Ellen says her sister lets her boyfriend go down on her all the time. She told Mary Ellen that it felt just wonderful."
"I don't believe it," Joan insisted. "I bet that's just another of Mary Ellen's stories." She shuddered again. "God! Letting a boy put his face in your pussy! What a dumb thing to do!"
"That's not fair," Jean argued. "You don't know what it feels like. You've never done it. How do you know it doesn't feel wonderful, like Mary Ellen's sister said?" "Well ... I don't know for sure," Joan answered. "But it doesn't sound like it'd be much fun. Does it sound like fun to you?"
"I don't know for sure either," Jean agreed, "but there's no sense knocking it until we've tried it. We could always try it out and see."
"You ... you mean find a boy and get him to do it?" Joan squeaked. She looked like she was ready to faint away from shock. "I don't want to do that!"
"Oh ... we don't have to find a boy," Jean said, grinning. "I can always do it to you and you can tell me what it feels like. That's what one of those girls in the book was doing to the other one. The other one liked it too. It said that she came three times."
Joan hesitated for a long moment. She was curious too. She wanted to see if it was as good as Mary Ellen's sister said it was. Not only that, but her pussy was getting awfully hot, talking about sex like this. She was going to have to do something pretty soon.
"I guess it's okay," she answered slowly. "I mean ... I was going to let you play with my pussy anyway and that's just as naughty. Yeah ... why don't you try it, and if it feels really good then I'll do it to you too."
Jean giggled delightedly. "Great! You gotta be on your back like this. Then I'm supposed to kneel right between your legs and do it. You can hold your pussy open so I can get my tongue right in there."
Joan spread her legs obediently. Then she held her flooding pussy open wide. "Come on," she said. "Let's get it over with. It still seems weird to me." Jean gazed down at her sister's soft, open pussy. She had been wanting to do this ever since she had read that part in the book. She really hadn't thought that she could talk Joan into it though. That idea about comparing pussies had been pure genius. Poor Joan. She really hadn't thought that Joan would ever have the nerve to do something like this first. She doubted it. It seemed like she was always having to talk Joan into things. Joan was just a little too straight. She sighed. Joan wasn't as sexy as she was, either.
Joan was feeling pretty sexy right now. Her legs were trembling and her pussy twitched wildly. She held her breath as she felt Jean's hot breath on her wide open, quivering pussy.
"Aaahhhh!" she gasped as Jean's tongue lapped wetly at the sides of her puffy cuntlips. "Ooooooh!"
"What's the matter?" Jean asked, her head snapping back up. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"Ooohhh," Joan groaned. "It ... it feels wonderful! Do it some more ... pleeeease."
Jean giggled and made her tongue long and flat. She licked all the way up Joan's slippery cuntslit, from the dark quivering hole of her pussymouth all the way up to her quivering joy button. When she reached the very top of her pussyslit and touched her sensitive clit, Joan gasped again and an unconscious shiver shook her body. It felt like a jolt of electricity had shot right through her pussy.
"Ooooh!" she gurgled. "Lick my clit, Jean. That feels so good. Lick it some more."
Jean's naughty tongue rolled obligingly around her clit. It flipped her little thrill button back and forth, sending more fiery jolts racing through her body.
"Aaaaagh!" she moaned as Jean's lips clamped tightly around her pulsing clit and sucked it into her hot mouth. "Oh God! It's absolutely wonderful!" Jean sat up proudly. "So it does feel good," she accused. "See? And you weren't even going to try it. Aren't you glad I talked you into it?"
"Oh, yes!" Joan agreed heatedly. "Oh, yes Jean! It feels better than anything I've ever felt in my whole life."
She smiled fondly at her sexy little sister. Then she remembered the other half of the promise. "I wish there was some way that I could do you at the same time," she said. "I don't want you to stop but I want you to feel good too."
"That's easy," Jean replied. "I'll just turn around like this."
Joan watched curiously while Jean swiveled around until her mouth was directly over Joan's pussy. That left her own pussy directly above Joan's head.
"Now I can lick you and lower my pussy to your mouth at the same time," she stated proudly. "That's the way they said to do it in the book. They called it sixty-nine."
Joan nodded. She could see Jean's lovely pink pussy directly above her face. She reached up to pull her sister's hips down so she could give her the same sweet thrills.
Her tongue licked up and down Jean's slippery pussyslit. It slithered over her clitty and rubbed it back and forth. Then she clamped her lips around Jean's slippery love button and sucked on it just like Jean had done to her.
"Mmmmm!" Jean groaned. "Mmmmmm!"
Joan's fluttering tongue was driving her wild. She moved her own tongue faster in response. It was like a mirror licking. Everything she did to Joan's pussy, Joan did to hers.
Jean licked faster and faster. Joan's hot pussycream slid down her throat. Joan's tongue kept perfect time with hers, licking thrusting, lapping wildly. Jean's lips nibbled and squeezed lewdly. She felt the result on her own hot pussy.
Their tongues lapped and their lips smacked. It sounded like they were eating sticky taffy with the worst possible table manners in the world.
Jean felt her pussy start to snap rhythmically. Her hard clitty throbbed right along with it. Her whole pussy felt like it was going to blow up into a million, throbbing pieces. Her passion rose to a fever pitch and she lapped faster and faster as the waves of pleasure swept her away to a long shuddering climax.
Dimly, she heard Joan's cries of pleasure. She knew that Joan was coming too, at exactly the same time. Their pussies were identical. They even came at the same time.
Jean nuzzled her face up against the creaming, quivering tissues of Joan's lovely cunt and smiled happily. It was just as good as they said it would be in the books ... maybe even better.
She felt Joan's pussy give one last twitch and then it was still. Both girls were relaxed and satisfied but Jean's mind was still up to its horny little devices. She'd gotten Joan to try pussylicking now and that hadn't been so hard. She knew Joan had loved it. That was a point in her favor. Now Joan would believe her when she said something was fun. Jean grinned mischievously. It was time for her big play next. She was going to make Joan just as wild as she was and there was only one way to do that. They would just have to find a boy to play around with. There was only so much they could try by themselves. If they really wanted to have fun they had to find a boy with a nice big cock.
Jean sighed happily. Now she knew what they'd do. She fell asleep cradled between her sister's soft thighs, thinking about the boy next door.
CHAPTER THREE
Lee Baxter sat on the couch rubbing his aching arms. They had completely unloaded the truck but he hadn't even started to put anything away. He glanced quickly around the living room, his eyes jumping from one box to the next. He sighed and then grinned wryly. Moving was such a bitch. He wished that he had a woman to help him get organized. Janine would have had everything in the proper rooms by now, and the bed would be freshly made with clean sheets. At times like this he actually missed her, even after all she'd done.
Lee shook his head to clear it. No sense in thinking about what was over and done. Janine had fallen in love with her boss and that was that. He hoped they were miserable together.
Suddenly Lee smiled. He knew someone else who would have the whole house organized by now. That beautiful doll next door wouldn't stand for a house in this condition. She would probably have everything put away and be in the kitchen baking a cake by now.
"God! All this work is cracking me up!" Lee groaned, struggling to his feet. He didn't even know her that well. He'd had only one peek at her house but that was enough. She was super-organized and on top of that, she was beautiful. Carla Saunders would make even a monk breathe hard. She was even better stacked than Janine and she had that sweet, womanly personality that made him want to hug her and pat her on the head, and then fuck the hell out of her.
Lee's hard cock twinged. What a time to be thinking about fucking! Here he was, surrounded by boxes of crap, and he was thinking about fucking the lady next door. Shit. He didn't even have his waterbed set up yet.
* * *
Gary put the last of his books in his bookshelf and flopped down on his bed. His room was almost ready. All he had to do was hang up some more of his clothes and then he could help his dad with the rest of the house. He wondered if the cute girls next door were really going to come over and help them in the morning. They sure were little cuties.
Gary's hard prick throbbed. He rubbed it absently, thinking about Joan and Jean. There must be some way to tell them apart. It would be kind of embarrassing if he called Jean, Joan or the other way around. They looked just alike.
Gary shivered slightly. He remembered the way their titties had quivered. Their little butts had bounced when they walked too. Maybe, if he was really lucky, they'd put out for him.
Gary sighed wistfully. He sure wished that he'd had the nerve to fuck Cindy, the girl he'd been messing around with last year. He knew that she would have, if he'd had the nerve to push her just a little harder. God! He just couldn't be fated to be a virgin forever!
Gary thought back to the time that Cindy's parents had gone to the movies and she'd invited him over to watch television. The room had been cozy and the lights down low. They were sitting on the couch, snuggling up together, when she had asked that terribly sexy question.
"Have you ever made it with anybody?" she asked, nuzzling the side of his neck.
"Huh?"
"Have you ever ... you know ... fucked?" Gary swallowed with difficulty. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to tell her that the only girl he'd ever kissed was her, and the only thing he knew about fucking was what he read in his dad's girlie magazines. He didn't want to lie to her either though. Finally he decided to avoid a direct answer.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked, answering her with a question of his own. That might throw her off the track. Then, when he found out why she was asking, he could decide whether to lie or not.
"I just wondered ... " she breathed, nuzzling at his neck in that sexy way again. "Sometimes you act like you know all about it and other times I'm sure you don't. I just want to know ... that's all."
"Well," Gary said, still stalling for time. "I'll tell you if you tell me. Have you ever fucked with anyone?"
Cindy's face turned cherry-red. She lowered her eyes and twisted her hands together nervously. "Uh ... not really," she stammered. "I ... I mean, not really doing it, you know?"
Gary looked puzzled. He really didn't know. He didn't have the foggiest idea what she was talking about.
"What do you mean?" he asked, really curious by now. "Either you did or you didn't, right?"
"Well ... I was going with Roy last year, remember?"
Gary nodded. He had a feeling that what Cindy was about to tell him was going to be an interesting story. He remembered some rumors about Roy that he had heard in swimming practice. Roy was supposed to be a super-stud. He settled back to listen.
"Go ahead, Cindy," he prompted. "Tell me about it."
Gary kept his face blank. He was doing his best to be casual. No sense in letting her know that he was all that curious. He didn't want her to think that he was dumb about sex.
"Well ... Roy and I were going steady and we used to go out to the Hill. You know where that is, don't you?"
Gary nodded. He sure did. The Hill was the place all the upper-classmen took their girls to neck. He had heard some pretty wild stories about what went on at the Hill.
"Well ... Roy and I used to go out there and everybody was doing it. I didn't really want to do it. I mean ... really do it ... and Roy understood that. He showed me how we could have fun without actually doing it. I figured that was all right. I mean ... we didn't actually fuck or anything!"
Cindy blushed furiously. She peeked up at Gary's face to see if he was mad and found that he was looking at her with a puzzled expression on his face. She sighed deeply. He still didn't understand what she was talking about.
"I still don't see how you could do it and not do it at the same time," Gary announced. "You'll have to tell me some more about it, Cindy. I'm not a mind reader and I just don't get it."
"Well ... oh hell Gary! It makes me feel all funny to talk about. Why don't I just show you? That's easier."
"Show me?" Gary croaked. He hadn't expected an offer like this. Whatever Cindy was talking about was bound to be fun. Roy sure as hell wouldn't do anything that wasn't fun.
"Uh ... sure!" Gary agreed quickly, before Cindy could take back her offer. "Go ahead and show me what you and Roy used to do. Then I'll know what you're talking about."
Cindy giggled. She still hadn't figured out if Gary was playing innocent just to embarrass her or if he really didn't know about it. She guessed she'd never know unless she just went ahead and did it with him. Besides, her pussy was so hot she just couldn't stand it another minute. Sitting in the dark like that, with Gary so close to her, was making her awfully horny.
Cindy snuggled up a little closer to Gary.
She reached out and grabbed his hand. Then she unbuttoned the front of her blouse and thrust his whole hand inside.
"First you've got to play with my titties," she instructed. "That's the first thing we always did. You've got to squeeze my tits until my nipples get nice and hard."
Gary quivered in excitement. He could feel his fingers trembling against the hot, soft skin of Cindy's titties. He'd hoped she wouldn't notice. He didn't want her to know that he'd never done anything like this before.
"Mmmmm," Gary groaned. His prick hardened into a big, throbbing pole as his fingers touched the smooth flesh of her round little tits. He touched them gently, running his fingers all over the two peaked mountains.
Cindy moaned. "Do it harder, Gary," she demanded. "Squeeze them and roll my nipples between your fingers."
Gary's hands became a little bolder. Soon he was squeezing the hot, silky tittie-flesh eagerly. He tugged at her pointed nipples and rolled them just like she asked, until they were stiff and rubbery. He looked down at her face.
Cindy's face was flushed a deep pink. Her eyes were glazed and she was breathing hard. Her beautiful red lips were open slightly and she moaned softly. Gary felt his cock throb again. He was getting her hot, he could tell.
Cindy reached out with her hand and felt the hard length of his prick right through his pants. She ran her fingers over the lump of his shaft, just the way she had done for Roy. Gary's cock felt different. She didn't exactly know why. It felt bigger somehow, and harder.
"Suck on my nipples," she moaned heatedly. "Lick my titties all over and suck and chew on my hard, little nipples. That's what Roy used to do."
Gary felt his cock give a mighty throb. Cindy's fingers felt so good on his aching cock He wondered if he could talk her into actually fucking him tonight. The way she was panting and moaning, he knew he had a good chance.
Cindy's fingers tore at the front of her blouse. In a matter of seconds her blouse and bra were tossed on the floor. He watched her titties bouncing in the dim light and he almost shot in his pants, just looking at her and imagining what it would be like to fuck her.
Cindy's titties weren't as big as the nudes in his father's magazines, but they were pretty terrific anyway. They were rosy, firm cones and her pink nipples quivered at the tip. They spiked out at the air, hard and rubber, waiting for his hot lips to lick them.
Gary had read enough books. He knew exactly what he was supposed to do.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "Your titties are so pretty. All hard and smooth like that. Mmmmmm ... I can hardly wait."
Cindy gasped and then she smiled happily. Gary wasn't as inexperienced as she had thought. He sure knew how to compliment a girl. She felt her nipples stiffen even more under his burning gaze. Her pussy creamed rapidly.
"Do it," she moaned. "Play with them, honey ... do it!"
Gary moaned hoarsely and put his face against the soft flesh of her tittie-mounds. He opened his hot, moist lips and sucked one hard little pink nipple into his mouth. His tongue stabbed out and flipped her little nipple back and forth.
"Oooooh, Gary!" she moaned. "Play with me too, honey ... play with my hot pussy.' Gary couldn't believe it. She was so hot that she might just let him do anything he wanted to. She must be burning up the way she'd come right out and asked him to play with her pussy. Well ... he sure wouldn't disappoint her.
Gary's fingers slipped up under her skirt and climbed up her smooth thigh. His fingertips slid over the damp crotchband of her panties, tickling the groove between her hot, puffy cuntlips.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned softly. "Oh, yes, honey. That feels so good. Play with it, darling ... play with my creamy pussy."
His finger slipped under her panties and touched the steamy softness of her wet pussy. It slid all over her wet, hot cuntflesh, touching and probing wildly. He could feel her body tremble uncontrollably and her thighs parted widely, giving his fingers free access.
Her hand squeezed his long, hard cock. It cupped his balls right through his pants and made his prick jump with ecstasy. He shifted slightly. His pants were so tight it was almost killing him. His cock jerked madly, in an effort to break out.
"Oooooh!" he moaned. "Cindy ... your pussy's so hot. It's burning my fingers."
Cindy giggled in excitement. She felt her head spin with horny pleasure. Her fingers fumbled at the top of his zipper and then she slid it down. "Let your cock out, honey," she breathed. "Let it out and I'll play with it."
Gary pulled his pants down frantically. His cock sprung out and trembled in the flickering light. It was long and hard ... a pole of aching prickflesh.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "It's so big! Oh God, Gary! Can I touch it?"
Gary resisted the urge to laugh. What the hell did she think he'd let it out for?
"Sure," he gasped, thrusting his prick forward, right into her hand. "Do anything you want, honey."
She reached out quickly. Her fingers curled around his hard prick-shaft automatically. She squeezed it gently and then harder, slipping her fingers back and forth on his hot burning skin.
"Yeah, honey ... that feels good," he moaned. Gary was doing his best to be cool. He didn't want her to know how the touch of her light fingers had almost made him shoot off in surprised ecstasy.
Cindy giggled in excitement. She still couldn't make up her mind about Gary. One moment she was sure that she was the first girl that had ever touched him but yet he was so calm and cool about everything. He didn't seem surprised by anything that she was doing and he certainly acted as if he knew all about girls and their pussies. She was practically coming already and he didn't even have her panties off yet. She sighed and ran her fingers back and forth on his hot burning skin.
"Yeah, honey. That feels good," he moaned. "Let me take your panties off so I can play with you too."
Cindy raised her hips while he pulled off her lacy little panties. She was shaking all over and she made little moaning sounds while she jacked his cock. It was all he could do to keep his mind on what he was doing.
His hand clamped down over her hot pussy and his lips found hers in a burning kiss. He kissed her hard, sliding his warm, hot tongue into her mouth, swirling it around and around.
His fingertip slid between her puffy cuntlips and up her satiny groove. He felt a little slippery bump at the top of her creamy pussy-groove and touched it experimentally.
"Ooooooh," Cindy groaned. Her fingers pumped his hard cock a little faster and a long shiver ran through her body.
Gary played with her little bump a little, flicking it back and forth with his finger and rubbing it gently. She moaned again, a little louder this time.
Gary's mind whirled furiously. That must be her clitty, that little joy button that was talked about in his father's sexy books. He remembered reading that a girl could come, just playing with it. He concentrated all his effort into rubbing and flicking it, and soon he had her moaning in delight, shaking her head wildly and jacking his cock in an utterly pleasing way.
"Ohhhh, Gary," she cried breathlessly.
"Don't stop. I'm almost ready to come. Oooooooh!"
Gary smiled proudly. He must be doing it just right to make her this hot. She was creaming all over his finger and her pussy was unbelievably slippery and hot. He spread her puffy pussylips with his other hand and zeroed in on her little clit, flipping it back and forth furiously.
Cindy was almost out of her mind with lust. She had never dreamed that Gary would know just how to do it. She thought that she would have to teach him how to play with her joy button and here he was, doing it exactly the way she liked it, the first time he ever tried it! She pressed her wet, hot cunt right up against his hand and panted wildly. She was so horny! No one had played with her hot clitty like that since she and Roy had parked on the hill, and that had been over a year ago. She wondered how she had ever lived without it for so long.
"Oooooooh," she wailed loudly.
Lights flashed inside her head and her heart pounded wildly. Delicious tremors rocked her body and she could hear herself wailing out her delight.
She felt her little pussyhole squeeze and snap heatedly and she thought of how Gary's prick would feel, driving deep into her little virginal pussy. She wanted his cock in her pussy so badly she almost screamed out for him to fuck her.
Then she came. Her body trembled violently and her pussy shook and shivered. Her titties swelled up and. her nipples poled out at the air.
"Suck my tit," she screamed. "Suck my tit at the same time."
She felt his hot lips clamp tightly to her titties. An explosion of delight rocked through her body as he chewed her nipple sharply. She held on to his cock for dear life and screamed shrilly.
"Aaaaagh, Oh, darling! AAAAAGH!"
Gary slid his finger out of her pussy wetly. He grabbed her titties in both hands and squeezed tightly. He wondered if she would let him shoot too. He was almost ready. Just a few more seconds of her ecstatic jerking on his hard cock, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold it back.
"Can I come too?" he gasped, heatedly. "Will you do me too, Cindy?"
Cindy giggled delightedly. She reached down and pulled a kleenex from the box by the couch. "Sure, honey," she murmured. "I want to watch it shoot out of your prick. I want you to come for me, Gary. I want you to."
Gary shuddered in delight. This was the most exciting night he had ever spent. Her fingers knew just how to play with his cock, how to make the cum boil up in his balls.
"Ooooh," he moaned. "That's just right, Cindy. Do it faster honey ... ..all the way up to the head and then down again ... ooooh! Yes, baby. That's just right."
Cindy shook her fist up and down on his hard, straining cock. Her hand whipped wildly. She rolled her palm over his glistening prickhead and felt his slippery cum coat her fingers. His cock was jerking wildly in her grasp and she knew that he was almost ready to shoot.
"Give me the kleenex," he gasped. "You jack me and I'll catch it when I come."
Gary felt his cock throb wildly. He tried to imagine what it would feel like to sink his cock into her virgin pussy and, then cum boiling up in his shaking balls, shoot into her!
"Ooooh. That's right, darling," he moaned. "Just a little more. Just a little more, darling and I'm going to shoot. Don't stop, honey. "Whatever you do, Don't stop."
Cindy felt his cock strain fiercely. She felt it throb and jerk, almost jumping right out of her shaking fist. The tip swelled up until it looked like a large red mushroom, and it shuddered violently.
"Aaaaaagh," he screamed loudly. "Don't stop. AAAAAGH!"
Gary arched his hips up fiercely. He fucked his hard cock right into her fist and yelled again. He gritted his teeth and fucked his cock up wildly, spurting a little jet of cum right up into the kleenex.
Cindy watched, fascinated. He was coming and it looked as if the cum would never stop spurting from his long, stiff cock. Another spurt followed the first and then another. Each one was faster and harder so that it looked like a steady, hosing stream of cream, jetting from the head of his cock.
She felt some of it run down over her hand and slip through her fingers. It was hot and creamy and it seemed like there were gallons and gallons of the stuff, bubbling out of the dark hole in his cockhead.
She reached down for another kleenex and wiped it up carefully. Then she giggled contentedly.
"It's a good thing we had these kleenexes," she said, laughing up at him. "I don't know what I would have said if Mom had asked me what I'd spilled all over the couch."
Gary laughed too. He felt marvelous. Maybe ... if he got her hot enough some night ... he could talk her into actually fucking. He sure would like to know what her pussy would feel like, wrapped around his hard, spurting cock.
Gary never got a chance to find out. next morning he left with the swim team for week-long meet. When he got back, she was going with Roy again. She explained that she had been in love with Roy all along, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't talk her out of it. He supposed that he should have taken advantage of the situation before, and fucked her while he had the chance, but he didn't feel too badly about it. His Dad told him they were moving anyway, so he guessed he'd just wait and see what the new school had to offer.
Gary thought about the twins next door. Maybe he'd luck out this time. With two to practice on, he'd be bound to make it with one. At least he hoped so. Maybe he could even talk both of them into fucking. That would be really wild. Fucking two twin sisters. What a blast!
CHAPTER FOUR
Carla tossed and turned restlessly. Every time she relaxed enough to go to sleep, she saw an image of Lee Baxter's handsome face and it woke her right up again. This was absolutely ridiculous. She felt her pussy twitch wetly under the thin covering of sheets and she resisted the urge to sink her fingers into her damp hole and pretend that Lee Baxter's hard cock was fucking her. She hadn't been this horny for a long time. She had actually thought that she had gotten over her wild urge for sex, but just thinking about him made her pussy throb hornily.
"Damn you, Lee Baxter," she hissed, getting out of bed and slipping on her robe. She would have to take a shower and get her mind on other things. She couldn't toss and turn all night.
She listened at the foot of the stairs. The girls were quiet. They were probably sound asleep by now, dreaming about cheerleading or swimming. She wished that she could be that innocent again.
Carla snapped the downstairs bathroom lights on and turned on the shower. She shivered as she stepped under the needle-sharp spray. She'd spend ten minutes or so under the shower and then maybe she'd be relaxed enough to go to sleep.
* * *
Lee Baxter was too horny to sleep. He tossed and turned en the couch, wishing he'd filled up the waterbed earlier. He could probably go to sleep if he didn't have to sack out on this damn couch. It was comfortable for sitting but too soft for sleeping. Every time he rolled over he felt like the damn thing was eating him alive.
He could see a light shining from a downstairs window in the house next door. Perhaps Carla was up too. Maybe he could go over and borrow some coffee or something. Anything to take his mind off fucking. He rolled off the couch and pulled on his pants. He would walk across the yard and see if she was still up. Maybe she was lonesome too.
Lee let himself out the back door and padded across the grass in his bare feet. He walked around the side of her house and glanced in the window. That must be her bedroom. There was a king-size bed, all turned down but he didn't see her anywhere. Then he heard the sound of the shower running. He was about to turn around and walk back home when the sound of the rushing water stopped and he heard a door open. Then he saw her, framed in the doorway, her long blonde hair gleaming wetly. She had a fluffy pink towel wrapped around her body and she was toweling her hair with another, smaller towel. She looked sweet and clean, and impossibly sexy. He held his breath, wishing the towel would slip.
Carla dropped the smaller towel and picked up her hairbrush. She hummed a little tune as she brushed the tangles out of her long, damp hair. The little droplets of water glistened on her long, shapely legs. Then she loosened the towel around her body and let it slip to the floor.
Lee felt his hard cock throb painfully. She had a magnificent figure. Her titties jutted out like two ripe melons, firm and trembling. Her nipples were large and pink. They sat like ripe cherries, perched at the tops of her quivering mounds of luscious tittie-flesh. As he watched, they hardened and spiked out at the air, just begging to be touched.
He knew he should turn around and go back home. He didn't even really know his next-door neighbor, and here he was, peeking in at her like a horny teenager. He wondered what she would do if she caught him standing there. Probably scream and call the police, he guessed. She surely wasn't the kind of woman to invite him in for a little romp under the sheets!
Carla stood in the front of the mirror and examined her body carefully. She cupped her heavy swelling titties with her hands. They were still firm and shapely, just like they had been when she was a teenager. She ran her fingers lightly down her body, admiring the smooth curve of her trim waist. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Her body was still in prime condition because she had taken pains to keep it that way. She could have passed for twenty if she wanted to.
Her fingers trailed over her smoothly curving belly and brushed against the silken curls of her golden beaver. The curls were damp and she ran her fingers through them lightly to dry them. Then she turned and looked at her reflection over her shoulder, tipping her head to see the long line of her smooth back.
Her asscheeks shimmered in the light. They curved enticingly, firm and round. They were like two pillows, warm and glossy. A thrill shot through her body as she remembered how Bill used to lie with his head on her soft butt. He called them his warm pillows, and they used to excite him terribly.
She spread her legs slightly and bent down to peek at her deep pink pussy. She could see the cream seeping out between her bloated cuntlips and she knew that the shower hadn't done anything to quench the fire in her horny pussy. She sighed deeply. She might just as well do it and get it over with. Nothing was going to satisfy her pussy tonight unless she gave in and used her little vibrator.
Lee held his breath and watched her fumble in her dresser drawer. When she pulled out her little cordless vibrator he almost cheered out loud. She was horny too. She was just as horny as he was. He wished that he could jump right through the window and toss the vibrator in the wastebasket. He would gladly offer her his hard, aching cock in place of that cold plastic dildo.
Lee leaned up against a tree by the side of the house. Now that he was actually over here, peeking in Carla's window he didn't see any reason to leave. Besides, she might notice a movement if he tried to sneak away. He was stuck here until, she got so absorbed in what she was doing, that it would be possible for him to sneak away unobserved. Meanwhile, he intended to enjoy the sights. His hard cock was aching so fiercely that he doubted he could have moved if he had wanted to.
Carla stretched out on the top of the sheets and spread her legs widely. She shivered in excitement. The vibrator was her secret pleasure and she didn't use it very often ... just when the ache in her pussy became unbearable. It always embarrassed her to use it. She didn't know what else to do though. She certainly couldn't go over and knock at Lee Baxter's door and ask him to fuck her.
Her fingers swirled lightly over her creamy pussyflesh, dipping into her slippery cuntmouth and then slipping up her throbbing pussyslit, indenting the puffy softness slightly. She felt the wetness and the hotness of her cunt, and she sighed deeply. She hated to use that awful plastic cock, but there was no alternative. She had to come. She was so horny she couldn't even think about anything else.
She wished she had the nerve to go out and get laid like the single, liberated women she read about in magazines. They just went out and picked up some lonely man and let him fuck them until they weren't horny anymore. She couldn't do that though. With two teenage girls watching her every move, she couldn't risk a scandal like that. She would just have to be content with using the vibrator when it got really bad. She certainly didn't want the complication of another man in her life.
Her fingers grasped the plastic cock and turned it on. It whirred softly, promising pleasure to her sex-starved pussy. She gritted her teeth and plunged it down into her cunthole, trembling with horny anticipation.
"Ooooooh," she moaned softly, licking her lips with her tongue. "Ooooooh, God. I need it so bad. Oooooooh!"
Her fingers swirled up and found the hard, throbbing bump of her clit. She rubbed it between her fingers, pressing down on the vibrator with her other hand. It felt so good ... so marvelously good. Why had she waited so long to do this? Why did she fight it when she knew she'd have to give in and do something to give her hot, horny pussy a little pleasure?
Lee let out his breath in a shuddering sigh. He didn't know when a woman had made him so horny. He could tell that she didn't want to give in and use the vibrator. The way she had gritted her teeth had told him that. She didn't want to give in to the horny feelings in her cunt. She had though ... even though she didn't want to. She was just as starved for sex as he was. If he could only loosen her up a little, he'd be able to satisfy her creamy pussy with his lusty cock. He knew that now. His cock lurched as he settled back to watch.
Her fingers were moving swiftly now ... flicking her little clit back and forth. He could hear her loud panting. He saw the creamy pussyjuice gush out of her snapping cunthole and squish against the whirling vibrator. God. She was really hot.
Suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore. He knew that he couldn't jump through the window and fuck her, but he could manage to do the same thing she was doing. He could play with his cock and cum right along with her. He could watch her get off and get off himself, at the same time.
He pulled his cock from his pants with a subdued groan. God! It was big and hard. It seemed like it had been hard ever since he had met her, hours ago. No wonder he was forced to hide in the darkness and beat off beneath her window. She was a woman that would drive any man wild with lust.
His cock slipped hotly between his fingers. It was juicy and ready to come. Just a few pumps with his fingers and he would shoot his hot sperm in the air.
Carla moaned again, a little louder this time. The combination of her swirling fingers and the vibrator was making her pussy unbelievably horny. She felt the tide of passion rise in her body. Hot, thrills ran through her pussy and made her gasp with pleasure. She was almost there ... almost coming! She fought back the image of Lee's handsome face. He shouldn't be part of her secret fantasy. She shouldn't even imagine fucking with him. It just wasn't right.
Lee watched the plastic dildo churn in her snapping pussymouth. He imagined what her hot, sucking hole would feel like, wrapped around his stiff prick. He pretended that her moans and groans of passion were for him alone. His prick was in her hot cunt, in place of the vibrator and he was fucking the hell out of her. The fantasy was too much for his aching balls to endure. He felt his cum build up and fly out of his swollen cock, hosing wetly into the warm air.
Carla was coming too. Just thinking about Lee had done it to her. She imagined his hard prick plunging fiercely into her hot pussyhole and her cunt snapped wildly. She let out a low moan of ecstasy and her pussy gushed out her horny joy, spasming wildly and leaving her weak and trembling.
"Oh, God," she groaned. "Oh Lee, I wish you were here."
Lee heard his name and his hard cock spurted delightedly again. She was thinking about him! She was coming and she was thinking about him. His hot cum hosed out steadily and his legs felt weak. When it was over he drew a shuddering breath and pushed his limp cock back into the front of his pants.
He watched her put away the vibrator, hiding it in her bottom dresser drawer. There was a gentle smile of fulfillment on her face as she turned off the light and crept into bed.
He walked softly away from the house and headed across the backyard again. He felt much better ... much better. At least he knew that she was thinking about him the same way he was thinking about her. Now all he had to do was to break through that icy reserve of hers and they both could enjoy themselves. He didn't know exactly how he'd do that, but he was sure that it would happen. Probably later, he'd be sharing that king-size waterbed and she would be spending time rolling around on his waterbed. It was a sure thing. Nothing could stop him now.
* * *
Jean was having trouble sleeping too. She wasn't horny. Her sister's hot, wonderful tongue had taken care of that. She just wasn't sleepy. She slipped out of bed, hearing Joan's even, deep breathing, and stood at the window. It was a beautiful night and the moon was bright. She could hear the shower running and she knew that her mother was taking a shower. Then she saw something at the side of the house and her eyes recognized the figure of Lee Baxter, standing outside her mother's window. She was so surprised she almost woke up Joan, but something stopped her. She stood in the dark and watched eagerly.
She heard her mother come out of the shower. Mr. Baxter hadn't moved. He seemed to be staring right in her mother's bedroom window. Long moments passed and nothing happened. She was almost ready to give up and go back to bed when she saw Mr. Baxter move.
She wished that he had called Joan when she saw what he was doing. Mr. Baxter opened his pants and took out his cock! He started jerking at it and shaking it up and down in his fist. All the while his eyes never left her mother's window.
Jean wondered what her mother was doing to make Mr. Baxter so horny he had to beat off. Suddenly her curiosity was just too much for her. She had to go downstairs and see what her mother was doing.
She didn't bother with a robe. She slipped down the stairs barefoot, and knelt down outside her mother's door. She put her eye to the keyhole and stared. What she saw almost made her gasp out loud with shock.
Her mother was lying on the bed, nude. She was shoving a plastic vibrator into her pussyhole and her fingers were rubbing her stiff clitty. Jean could hardly believe it. Her own mother was playing with her pussy, just like she and Joan had done.
She held her breath and watched. She didn't blink once. She didn't want to miss a single second of the exciting sight.
Carla groaned and Jean almost jumped up and ran back to her room. She was sure that she must have made some sound, and her mother would catch her spying. Carla didn't look toward the door though. She stared up at the ceiling and her fingers twirled in her steamy cunt, faster and faster.
Jean heard her mother cry out again, and then she was saying Mr. Baxter's name over and over.
"Oh Lee, I wish you were here," her mother groaned and then she sighed loudly and shook all over. Creamy pussyjuice shot out of her cunt and coated her twirling fingers. It squished out around the plastic vibrator and dripped down on her shaking thighs. Her mother was coming and she was calling out for Lee Baxter.
Jean scurried noiselessly up the stairs and back to the window. Mr. Baxter's big cock was spurting out some creamy stuff and she could see him panting in excitement. Then he stuffed his cock back into his pants and walked quickly back to his house.
Jean's heart was hammering a million miles a minute. She didn't even want to think about what would have happened if she'd been caught peeking at her mother. She was awfully glad she had though. She had found out something that was terribly exciting. She could hardly wait to tell Joan in the morning. Her mother was horny for Lee Baxter and he was horny for her too! Now all she and Joan had to do was figure out some way to get them together.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gary got up early. He stumbled around in the kitchen and located the coffee. After it was made, he woke up his Dad. He wanted to hurry up and get the unpacking done so his Dad wouldn't be mad if he went swimming with the girls next door. He had some plans for the afternoon that just couldn't wait.
Lee woke up in a good mood. He was still in a good mood when the twins came over to help with the waterbed.
"Mom says to come over about one and she'll fix us all something for lunch," Jean said. "She didn't think you'll feel much like cooking today."
Lee sighed gratefully. "Tell her we'll be there," he answered, smiling at the two cute teenager. "It's really nice of your mother to help us out like this."
Jean grinned happily and ran off to tell her mother. She was glad she'd talked to her mother. Now if she and Joan could persuade Gary to go to the swimming hole after lunch, that would leave her mom and Mr. Baxter alone together. The way they both were acting last night, they ought to be fucking by the time they got back from the swimming hole.
* * *
Immediately after lunch, the kids left to go swimming. Carla watched them leave uneasily. She didn't know why she was so nervous. Gary Baxter seemed like a very nice boy. He didn't look like the type to try any funny stuff, but you never knew for sure. She was glad that both Jean and Joan had gone. He certainly wouldn't have the nerve to try anything with one of them as long as the other was acting as chaperone.
As soon as they got to the swimming hole, Jean flopped down on a blanket. "We're going to have to wait twenty minutes," she said, glancing at her watch. "I promised Mom that we wouldn't go in the water until our lunch was settled."
Gary flopped down too. "That's a good idea," he agreed. "Cramps can be a really nasty thing. I saw a kid almost drown once from a bad case of cramps."
Joan stretched out on the other side of Gary. She gave a little sigh of boredom. "There's nothing to do while we wait though," she sighed. "I just hate waiting for things, don't you?"
Jean looked over at her sister and giggled, "We're going to have to wait longer than you think," she said, trying to smother her laughter. "We're going to be stuck out here for at least a couple of hours so you'd better get used to waiting."
"What are you talking about?" Joan asked, gazing curiously at her sister. "Why do we have to stay out here for hours?"
Jean giggled again. "It's all a part of the plan I thought of last night." She turned and looked at Gary, smiling conspiratorially.
"Do you think your Dad likes our Mom?"
"Huh?" Gary asked, looking puzzled. "Sure he likes her. What's that got to do with it?"
"Boy are you two dumb!" Jean giggled. "I tell you what ... I'll tell you two what I saw last night and then you'll know why we have to make ourselves scarce for a couple of hours.
When Jean was through with her story, Joan was blushing deeply. "I just don't believe it," she gasped hoarsely. "Our Mom isn't interested in things like that! I think you're just making the whole thing up, Jean Saunders!"
"No ... " Gary answered slowly. He smiled and winked at Jean. "I don't think she'd make up a thing like that! Besides, when I got up last night to go to the bathroom, I noticed my Dad was gone. Then I heard him come in later and he came in the back door. It all makes perfect sense to me."
"See?" Jean giggled, grinning at Joan. "I wouldn't make up a thing like that. Our Mom is hot for Gary's dad and he's got the hots for her too! All we have to do is stay away and let nature take its course."
Gary laughed softly. "Looks like we moved into the right house," he chuckled. "Dad's been moping around the house ever since Mom left. If your Mom likes him, it would be just perfect. At least he wouldn't be running off to cathouses to get his rocks off."
"Wow!" Jean breathed. "I wish they had cathouses for women. I'd sure like to see what they were like."
Gary's eyes met hers and she felt a warm tingle run through her body. She wondered if his cock was as big as his father's. Then she blushed furiously.
"Have you ever been to a cathouse, Gary?"
Joan asked eagerly. "I'd like to go and see just what goes on there. I bet it would be interesting."
Jean shot her sister a quick glance. It looked like Joan was getting the hots for Gary too ... asking a sexy question like that. Maybe this afternoon wouldn't be boring as she had thought.
"No ... " Gary answered slowly. "I've never been there. The only thing I know about cathouses is what I read about in my Dad's magazines. They don't let anyone go there unless they're over twenty-one."
"What do the girls do at cathouses, Gary," Jean breathed. "Tell us about what you read."
"Well, they take the guy up to a room and then they do what the guys ask for. You know, a blow job or straight fucking or something really kinky if the guy can pay for it. They charge extra for kinky things."
Gary stopped speaking and glanced at Jean intensely. "Why do you want to know? Are you planning on opening a cathouse or something?"
Jean giggled wildly. "If I did, would you be my first customer?" she teased. She tried not to notice Joan's shocked expression.
"You bet," Gary grinned. "You better do it soon though. I'm getting horny just thinking about it."
He patted the front of his bathing suit. Both girls could see the outline of his hard cock bulging at the front of his suit.
"Oooooh, Gary," Joan breathed. "Is all that you?" She blushed furiously. "I mean ... it's so big."
Gary laughed. This was turning into a real trip. Both girls were a lot wilder than he had hoped. He decided to be bold.
"It's all me honey," he bragged proudly. "Would you like to see it?"
Joan gasped heatedly. She looked quickly at Jean. She didn't know what to say now. She hadn't really meant to carry things this far.
"Oh, Gary. We'd love to," Jean squealed, winking at Joan. "We've never really seen a cock before. Would you let us, Gary? Really?"
Gary grinned generously. "Sure," he replied slipping down the waistband of his trunks. "It's nice and hard for you two."
Joan gasped loudly. It was the biggest thing she'd ever seen. It was a lot bigger than she'd imagined cock would be. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd reached right out and touched it with the tip of one finger. She drew back her hand as if it had been burned.
"Oh God," she moaned, terribly embarrassed. "I'm sorry Gary. I didn't really mean to do that."
Gary laughed delightedly. "That's alright," he told her. "Go right ahead. I liked it. It feels good when you touch it like that."
Joan made a strangled little sound in her throat. "I ... I shouldn't have done that," she sputtered. "It isn't nice, is it Jean?"
Jean giggled merrily. "I don't know," she sighed. "I don't know if it's nice or not. Guess I'd better find out."
She reached out and ran her fingertips over the soft, swollen head of Gary's big cock. It felt soft, hot and powerful. She shuddered slightly. "I think it's pretty nice," she answered giggling at Joan's shocked expression. "It feels very nice to me."
Gary laughed loudly. "You two girls are a real riot," he chortled. "Have you girls been fucked yet?"
Joan blushed deep red. "No!" she replied vehemently. "We're not those kind of girls, Gary. Our Mom would kill us if we did something like that."
Jean nodded in agreement. "Yeah ... Mom's really old-fashioned about things like that! We don't dare even talk about sex with her. We just read Mary Ellen's father's books and get horny!"
Joan's eyes popped open. Then she started giggling. "Well, we have to find out things somewhere," she explained. "Have you ever fucked anyone, Gary?"
"No, not really," Gary answered honestly. "I played with a girl's pussy once and she jacked me off, but I've never really put it in or anything."
"It feels good to have someone to play with your pussy," Jean announced ignoring her sister's warning glance. "Joan and I do it all the time. Last night we even used our tongues. Boy is that ever good!"
Gary stared at Joan. Her face was crimson now. She looked so embarrassed at her sister's confession that he felt sorry for her. He reached out and patted her arm.
"Hey. You don't have to be embarrassed around me," he said reassuringly. "I won't tell anyone what you say. Besides, I like to hear about it. I never got a chance to hear any girl-talk before. Did it feel good, Joan?"
Joan raised her eyes to his. She was still blushing fiercely but she looked a little less frightened. She took a deep breath and answered.
"It felt just wonderful," she breathed. "If we'd known it felt so good we would have done it a long time ago."
Gary turned and winked at Jean. He had already figured out that Jean would be easier to talk into fucking than Joan. He could tell that she was ready to play a few sexy games if he could only get Joan talked into it.
"I wish I'd been there to see it," he said softly. "That must have been some sexy sight, I don't suppose you two girls would be willing to do it again and let me watch ... " Jean giggled sexily. "Well ... " she considered, "if you let us watch you beat off, we'll do it in front of you. We've never seen a guy do it, unless you count last night when I saw your Dad. It was so dark though. I really couldn't see very much."
Joan couldn't believe that Jean was actually agreeing to do it in front of Gary. She didn't know if she could do that or not. Still ... she really wanted to watch a guy's cock spurt out all the cream Jean told her about. She didn't know what to say.
"I'll do it if you will, Joan," Gary agreed. "I'd sure like to watch you girls lick each other's pussies. I'll beat right now if you promise to do it when I'm through."
Joan shuddered. She wanted to see him do that in the worst way. She nodded her head weakly. "O.K.," she agreed. "If you do it first, then we'll do it."
Jean smiled happily. This was turning into a real fun afternoon. She watched eagerly as Gary's fist wrapped around his stiff cock. Then she held her breath as he started to pull it back and forth in slow, even strokes.
Joan held her breath too. She watched Gary's hand move up and down on his stiff cock and her pussy creamed wetly. She didn't exactly understand why, but watching him shake his fist up and down on his cock was making her little pussy terribly horny. She clamped her thighs tightly together and stared at his fist moving up and down.
"Tell us when you're going to come," Jean hissed. "I want to watch it squirt out."
Gary nodded hastily. He couldn't believe how much better it was to beat his cock with two horny girls watching. It sure felt better this way than lying in bed at night with the lights out. He felt his cock jerk wildly and the cum boiled up in his heavy balls.
"It's almost there," he gasped. "Just a little more and I'm going to shoot."
Joan stared at his flashing hand. Her mouth was open in excitement. She could see that Gary's face was turning red and he was gasping heatedly. His cock was jumping and twitching in his fist. Something was leaking out of the head ... something white and sticky.
Gary's hand flew faster. It slapped against his heavy balls and beat up and down on his cock, harder and faster. Then he groaned once and let out a hoarse cry. "Aaaaagh, I'm coming! I'm going to shoot now!"
Creamy white spurts of juice squirted out of the tip of his prick. They shot in the air faster and faster. It splattered down over his belly and landed in creamy globs on his legs. His face was a picture of lusty satisfaction.
It looked like the stuff would never stop shooting from the end of his cock. It hosed high in the air and then dribbled down to a creamy oozing at the swollen head of his cock. Finally it stopped coming out.
Gary sighed blissfully.
"There. How was that?" he asked, groaning slightly.
"Oooooh," Jean sighed. "That was just wonderful." She gazed at his prick in amazement.
"I thought it was supposed to be all soft now. How come yours is still stiff?"
"I don't know," Gary answered, laughing slightly. "I guess I'm still horny. I can do it over and over and it never seems to be enough. I guess I need to fuck somebody to really get it back down."
Joan let out her breath in a shuddering sigh.
"Wow," she gasped. "There sure was a lot of it. I thought it was never going to stop. How come there's so much?"
"It's always like that when I'm super horny," Gary grinned at her. "Beating off in front of two beautiful girls is about as sexy as I can imagine. The only thing sexier than that is fucking them."
Jean reached out and scooped up a drop of Gary's cream. She put her finger to her lips. Her little pink tongue slipped out and lapped up the drop of cream.
"Oooooh, it's good! Try it Joan. Gary's cum tastes super!"
Joan giggled. She remembered the wild, wonderful taste of Jean's pussycream. If Gary's cockjuice was even half that good, she'd be surprised. She scooped up a little for herself and smacked her lips hesitantly. Then a huge smile spread over her face.
"You're right," she grinned. "It's absolutely delicious. Mmmmmm." Gary felt his cock stiffen even more in response to their praise. Then he remembered the other half of their bargain.
"Hey, you two are trying to make me forget what you promised to do.
"Come on. A promise is a promise."
Jean giggled lustily. She looked almost glad that he remembered. "Come on, Joan," she urged. "Let's take off our bikinis and give Gary a real treat!"
CHAPTER SIX
Lee walked back to his house. He was a little disappointed. He had envisioned a nice, intimate afternoon with Carla, but she had other ideas. She had invited him to come along for her grocery shopping but he had begged off, making her promise that she'd come over when she got back home.
He had just popped open a can of beer and was taking his first sip when the doorbell rang. A girl with long brown hair was standing there, looking around nervously.
"Hi," she grinned up at him, flashing a huge smile. "I'm Mary Ellen Templeton and I'm looking for the twins. Do you know where they are?"
"Uh ... well ... they said something about going swimming. My son Gary went with them," he answered, his eyes dropping to the most enormous pair of tits he'd ever seen on a high school girl.
Mary Ellen giggled. "I know who you are," she said, giggling again. "You're Mr. Baxter, the new teacher. I heard all about you from Jean and Joan. They said you were a real dude, and I guess they weren't kidding. Half the girls in school are going to be in love with you before the first week's over."
She gazed past him into the house. "Wow!" You've sure got a lot of stuff. Did you get the waterbed set up yet? Jean said you weren't married and you had a weird couch. Is that it over there?"
She pushed past him into the living room and plopped down on the couch. "It's wild," she giggled. "Really wild." Lee tried not to look at her short skirt flipping up saucily. He still had his hand on the doorknob and he left it open purposefully. Mary Ellen looked like the kind of a girl no teacher would like to get caught alone with. He wished that he had gone shopping with Carla.
"I wish I had time to look around," she giggled, "but I've got to run back home. I just brought some more books over for the twins." She held out a brown sack of books. "Will you see they get these?"
Lee nodded gravely. "I'll give them to Mrs. Saunders when she gets back from the store," he promised.
"Oh, NO!" Mary Ellen gasped loudly. "Don't let her see them. Jesus! If my Dad finds out I sneaked some more of his books out of the house he'll kill me! Mrs. Saunders would take one look at those books and call my parents for sure!"
Lee smiled. "O.K. I'll wait until Gary and the twins get back and I'll give them to the girls. Is that alright?"
"Yeah," Mary Ellen sighed with relief. "Thanks a lot, Mr. Baxter. Dig you later."
She leaped up from the couch and rushed out the door. "Keep cool," she called out, breaking into a run.
Lee closed the door' behind her. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. God. What a little whirlwind. He was glad Gary was more interested in the twins than in their friend, Mary Ellen. She'd be hard enough to take in a classroom. He'd go wacky if he had to put up with her around the house after school too.
He sat down and fingered the sack of books. She certainly had been emphatic about not giving the books to Carla. He opened the sack and peeked in. Then he let out a whoop of laughter.
No wonder Mary Ellen had been careful about who saw the books. They were all nudie magazines and sexy books. He laughed as he read some of the titles. They certainly weren't the kind of books Carla Saunders would choose for her daughters. That much was certain.
He remembered the first time that his wife Janine had discovered his stash of sex books in his old trunk. She hadn't said anything about them to him, but he had noticed that they were rearranged in a different order than he'd left them. She had been waiting for him to get home from school, all hot and horny, and she had practically raped him as he came in the door. He smiled widely and wondered if these books would have the same effect on the twins. If so, Gary was in for one hell of a time.
He hoped that Gary would end up making it with some girl pretty soon. He had been moping around ever since his old girlfriend, Cindy had ditched him for that senior boy. It was about time Gary had some fun with a girl. Maybe the twins would be just what he needed.
Lee's thoughts turned back to the first time he had ever fucked a girl. He was just fifteen and it happened at a campground where he was a junior counselor.
He was dancing with Rhoda Simms, another junior counselor. Everyone else had been assigned to an overnight camp out and he was supposed to stay and take care of the camp. Rhoda had faked a sore throat to get out of going and the rest of the kids had left in the late afternoon. Now he and Rhoda were alone in her cabin, dancing to the tinny sounds of a transistor radio.
The lights were down low. It was so dark that he could barely see Rhoda's face. He could feel her though, pressed tightly to him, their bodies meshed together with the strains of slow music.
Lee felt his hard cock throb as Rhoda's slim body pressed tightly against his. He was sure that she would notice his stiff prick. It fit into the warm vee of her thighs and stretched up toward her belly. It felt like a pole between them. She was bound to notice.
Lee wished that he had some experience with fucking. He was pretty sure that Rhoda had done it before. She sure acted sexy. She was the only counselor that didn't wear a bra and her nipples were always stiff and pointed under her thin "Pine Tree Camp" t-shirts. They were pressing against his chest now and he could feel them pole out, hard and pebble stiff. He longed to reach up and touch them but he didn't dare. He didn't think she'd be shocked or anything. He was sure she'd like it if a guy played with her hard, little nipples. He was just afraid that he'd goof or something. He didn't want her to laugh at him.
She wiggled against him and snuggled her head into the crook of his shoulder. He glanced down at her face. She was smiling lazily.
"Uh ... do you want another coke or something?" he mumbled, stumbling slightly. It was hard to be cool when she was pressed up against him like that.
"No ... " she answered, sighing softly. "I don't want a coke." She giggled softly. "I wish you'd relax though. You act like you're afraid I'm going to eat you alive."
Lee managed a shaky laugh. He did his best to relax but it didn't work. His mind was too busy thinking about her soft titties pressing against his chest. He wished his cock would go down. She couldn't help but notice the way it was sticking up like a pole. He hoped she wouldn't be mad at him for the way his cock was throbbing. The more he tried to make it go down, the harder it got.
He sighed deeply. He wished he knew for sure why she had stayed back at the camp with him. Maybe she really did have a sore throat. Maybe it wasn't what he thought at all. She probably thought of him as a little kid. Maybe she would laugh if he tried to kiss her.
Rhoda stopped dancing and looked up at him. She was sweet and soft in his arms. She smiled sexily.
"You haven't even tried to kiss me, Lee," she murmured. "Don't you want to?"
Lee gulped nervously. "Uh ... sure I do, Rhoda," he answered. "I just didn't know if you wanted to, that's all. I'd love to kiss you."
He groaned softly. He knew that he was blushing. He was such a stupid fool. He didn't even know how to kiss.
"Why don't you do it then," she giggled. "I want you to." She tilted up her face and pulled his lips down on hers.
Lee felt the heat race through his body. Her lips were searing. They were soft and hot and they tasted sweeter than honey. Her tongue flicked out and stabbed between his lips. Then she drew back and giggled softly.
"Why Lee," she gasped. "You don't know how to kiss, do you? I bet you've never kissed a girl before."
Lee blushed deep-red. He mumbled in embarrassment. "No ... I.. .uh ... I've never done it before. You're right, Rhoda. I shouldn't even be here with you. I guess you think I'm nothing but a little kid."
He stared down at the floor miserable. He had blown it. He had blown his first kiss and now she would never give him another chance.
Rhoda tipped his face up. She made him look at her. She smiled at him gently. She didn't look mad at all. She looked kind of pleased in a strange sort of way.
"I'm so glad you haven't kissed anybody else, Lee," she said softly. "It's much more fun this way. I'll teach you everything I know about kissing. You haven't fucked anyone either, have you?"
Her question wasn't really a question. It was a statement of fact. She knew he hadn't ever done it before but she didn't seem disappointed at all.
"No ... I haven't fucked anyone," he answered slowly. "I guess I'm not experienced enough for you, Rhoda. You're so beautiful! And you know so much more than I do. I'm sorry Rhoda. I wish I knew more so I could make you feel good."
Rhoda looked pleased. She tossed her long brown hair back. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked, smiling softly. "Do you really think so?"
"Oh, yes," Lee breathed. "I've been thinking about you for weeks. I never thought you'd even look at me, Rhoda. You're so beautiful you could have any boy at camp."
"I don't want any boy at camp," Rhoda said, snuggling up into his arm. "I want you. Do you want me too, Lee? Would you like to fuck me?"
Nothing in Lee's wildest imagination had prepared him for this! He gasped heatedly, "God, yes," he cried out. "Oh, Rhoda. Would you? Would you teach me how to fuck you?"
Rhoda laughed. "I'd love to," she answered lustily. "I have a feeling that you're going to be a very good lover. I'll teach you everything I know. How's that?"
"Oh. That's great. I'll do everything you tell me, Rhoda. Anything you want me to. Just ask, and I'll try to do it." Lee was almost tearful with gratitude. Rhoda was going to let him fuck her. He just couldn't believe it. She was going to teach him how. How could one guy get so lucky?
"Come on Lee," she urged, pulling him toward the couch. "Just sit down there and I'll teach you how to do it."
Lee let her lead him to the couch. He stumbled awkwardly. He felt like his knees were made out of rubber. He still couldn't believe that this was happening to him.
Rhoda stood in front of him. She pushed him down gently. "Just sit here and watch," she invited. "Watch me take off my clothes. It's sexier that way."
She rolled her t-shirt up and pulled it over her head. Then she smiled at him widely.
Lee couldn't hold back his gasp of astonishment. Her titties were lovely. His cock throbbed wildly and threatened to split the seam in his jeans. He let out a low moan of delight and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Her tits were bigger than he had imagined. They stood up stiffly, like little cones thrusting out at the air. They were high and full, jutting out at his face. The little pink nipples on the ends were pointed and throbbing ... like two large pink buttons, winking at him.
Rhoda laughed at his amazed expression. "Do you like them?" she asked lustily, cupping her hands under the mounds of her tits and tilting them toward him.
"God," he gasped. "They're beautiful, Rhoda. Just beautiful!" His cock lurched again and he pressed his fist against his crotch in embarrassment. He wished his cock would stay down. It felt like it was going to cream all over his pants any second.
Rhoda smiled again. She lowered the zipper on her jeans and let them slip to the floor. She stepped out of them and looked at him again.
Lee gave another gasp of horny surprise. Her little pink bikini panties were hugging her crotch tightly. He could see the silky hairs of her pussy peeking out over the brief lacy triangle and his mouth watered hungrily.
Rhoda giggled softly. She turned around slowly and let him drink in the sight of her quivering asscheeks, pouting out at the thin band of lace. They wiggled enticingly as she moved. Then she whirled around to face him again.
"Well, do you like it?" she breathed softly. "Do you like what you see so far?"
Lee gulped. He cleared his throat and tried to answer past the lump that threatened to choke him.
"God yes," he managed to gasp. "You're beautiful, Rhoda. Just beautiful."
Rhoda grinned happily. She could tell that Lee was excited by the sight of her body. Both of his hands were pressed tightly to his crotch and his eyes were practically popping out of his head. He wasn't just giving her a line. He really thought that she was beautiful.
She reached out and pulled his hands away from his lap. "It's your turn," she said softly. "I want to see your cock, Lee. Let me take it out and look at it."
Lee watched as Rhoda dropped to her knees. She fumbled at the top of his zipper and slid it down. Then she reached inside his shorts and pulled out his hard, stiff cock.
She gasped excitedly. "Oooooh, Lee," she breathed. "It's so big. It's just wonderful, honey. So nice and hard and long. It's the biggest one I've ever seen. I can hardly wait to feel it inside my pussy."
Lee's hard cock lurched in her hands. It felt like it was ready to explode any second. He looked up at her face. He was terribly embarrassed. His cock was acting like it was ready to shoot any second. He had to warn her.
"Rhoda," he gasped. "I'm sorry, Rhoda. I'm so horny. Just watching you and everything ... It's almost ready to shoot. I don't know how much longer I can hold out."
Rhoda held his cock tightly. She smiled at him widely. "Did I make you that hot, darling? Well, we'll just have to take care of that."
She opened her mouth. Her hot pink tongue flicked out and wet her lips hungrily. Her long hair swished down over his belly as she pointed his hard cock straight at her wide open mouth.
"Ooooooh." Lee moaned. "Rhoda ... Quick ... It's going to shoot!"
Rhoda fucked her hot, silken mouth down over the tip of his cock. She pumped her head down and encased his whole throbbing prick in her hot wet mouth. She sucked eagerly.
Lee's eyes bugged out. He gave a hoarse cry of anguish. He was going to shoot in her mouth. He couldn't help it.
"Rhoda ... Stop! It's going to shoot."
Rhoda drew back slightly. "I know," she answered quickly. "Let it go, darling. Shoot your cum down my hot throat. Cum in my mouth, darling. I want you to."
Lee felt his balls pump wildly as her lips clamped down over his hard cockshaft again. All the fantasies he had dreamed about her were coming true. Weeks of rock-ache were resolved in one glorious second and his hard cock spurted hot cream down her gulping throat.
His cock hosed jerkily. His hips lurched wildly and he fucked his hard cock all the way down her eager throat. Her tongue curled under the exploding shaft of his prick and she sucked greedily.
"Aaaaaagh," he yelled. "Oh, God ... Rhoda. AAAAAGH!"
His balls wouldn't stop pumping. It seemed as if gallons of the stuff must be hosing down her throat. She didn't stop sucking though. -Her slippery, wet mouth milked his cock eagerly and she swallowed desperately, taking every bit of his hot cream that was sliding down her throat.
His hard prick hosed and jerked wildly. It was never going to stop coming. He could feel her lips milking his cock and her tongue tickled the shaft of his prick wetly. For a second he was afraid that he was going to drown her in his hot cream, but there was no chance of that. She was swallowing too fast and she seemed to love every minute that his hard cock pumped hot cream down her throat.
When it was finally over she drew her head back and smiled at him happily. He managed to meet her eyes, even though he was terribly embarrassed.
"Oooooh," she groaned. "You weren't kidding, were you? That was really a load. I'm so happy I made you that horny, darling. You tasted so good." She licked her lips and smacked them together wetly. Then she gave his cock one last lick with her silken tongue.
"You ... You ... You're not mad?" he gasped, not believing that any girl could like to do what she had just done.
"Mad?" she asked, smiling gently. "Why should I be mad? I loved it darling. Do you think you can get it hard again so we can fuck?"
Lee laughed right out loud. "You bet I can," he said proudly. "Look at that."
Rhoda looked down and her eyes got big in astonishment. "Why ... It's hard already," she gasped. Then she hugged him tightly. "Lee. I have a feeling that this is going to be the best night of my life."
* * *
Lee learned a lot that summer at camp. He learned how to lick and suck Rhoda's pretty pink pussy until she was screaming with delight. He learned how to fuck her hot pussy with slow, even strokes until she came to a shuddering climax.
Lee and Rhoda tried everything they could think of. They smuggled sexy books into camp and read about ass-fucking. The first time Lee greased Rhoda's small rosy asshole with Vaseline and plunged his stiff cock into her steamy, tight chute he came in seconds. They learned ass-fucking was wonderful. Lee learned to wait a long time before he came. He gave her orgasm after orgasm until she was so happily exhausted that she begged for the explosion of his thick, hard cock.
She taught him how to endure long minutes of ecstasy between her soft, hot lips before he was forced to give in and spurt out his cream down her hot throat. They explored each other's bodies until they knew just which touches would give the most pleasure and which places were the most sexily-sensitive.
Lee became a first-class fucker and Rhoda let him know that she appreciated every delightful moment they spent locked in tight, delicious embraces. They fucked every time they could ... on the beach at night, huddled in blankets ... in the warm, summer sun on the top of grassy hills ... even hidden under an old rowboat at the edge of the dock.
They had some pretty close calls, like the time they were fucking in her cabin and the head counselor came in. Lee held his breath and hid under her cot, hardly daring to blink his eyes for fear that he would be discovered. When the counselor left, she crawled under the cot and joined him, sliding her warm pussy on top of his still-hard cock and moving her hips jerkily in the tight space until his cock exploded between her puffy, hot cunt.
They stole a canoe and discovered that it was almost impossible to fuck in the middle of the lake. He learned how to right a canoe with a hard-on and she learned how much fun it was to fuck in the water.
It was a beautiful, fuck-filled summer and he wished that it would never end, but it did. Rhoda went back to her school and he went back to his. He would always remember her as the girl who had changed him from a shy, bumbling boy into a self-confident man.
* * *
Lee sighed deeply. He wondered what had ever happened to Rhoda. He hoped that she was wonderfully happy. She deserved it after what she had done for him.
He smiled gently. That was what Gary needed ... a Rhoda to turn him into a man. Then he smiled again as his eyes lit on the bag of books Mary Ellen had left for the twins. If Gary was lucky, he'd have two Rhodas ... two lovely little twin Rhodas to make him happy and teach him how wonderful women could be.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carla decided to be impulsive and she picked out a nice, big ham at the supermarket. She would ask Gary and Lee for dinner again. The twins loved ham. Maybe that would make up for the bitchy way she'd been acting lately. She wished that she could relax and have fun with the girls. It was such a heavy responsibility raising two girls though. So much could happen. She shuddered to think of them dating. Her roughest years were still ahead.
She answered several questions about her new neighbors. "Yes, they seemed like nice people" ... "No, they weren't completely settled yet," ... "Yes, he was a teacher and his fifteen year-old son seemed very nice," ... "No, she wasn't a bit worried about the girls. It would be nice to have a teenage boy next door. She didn't have to worry about the girls acting too silly. They weren't all that interested in boys yet."
Carla thought about what she had said at the supermarket as she drove toward the house. She wasn't quite as relaxed about the girls as she had sounded. She really didn't think they'd get into any trouble with Gary, but still ...
She parked the car a little ways from the swimming hole and got out to walk the rest of the way. It wouldn't hurt to stop and say hello. She could tell them that she was planning on cooking the ham for dinner. That wouldn't really seem like she was just checking on them. She didn't want them to get the idea that she didn't trust them.
* * *
Gary sat on the edge of the blanket, stroking his long, hard cock. Jean and Joan were using most of it and he watched them eagerly. Jean was parting Joan's glistening pink pussylips with her fingers and Joan was moaning softly.
"Ooooooh ... Oh, Jean. Hurry and do it. What if someone catches us?"
Jean giggled softly. "There's no one around for miles," she reassured her sister. "Besides, we promised to give Gary a good show."
She winked at Gary over Joan's trembling thighs. "What do you think, Gary?" she asked sexily. "Do you like it so far?"
Gary gasped. "Yeah," he sighed. "Go ahead, Jean. "Show me how you lick it for her."
"Come a little closer," Jean urged. "You can't see, way over there."
She moved to the side and let Gary kneel right over Joan's belly. "See that little bump?" she asked. "Watch what happens when I touch it."
Joan let out a little squeal of delight as Jean flipped her hard clit back and forth with the tip of her finger. A flood of creamy pussy-juice shot out of her hot pussy and drenched Jean's finger.
"Wow," Gary exclaimed, peering right into the wet, pinkness of Joan's steamy pussy. "Look at all that cream. She's really hot isn't she."
Jean giggled at Joan's flushed face. "You bet she is!" she replied, winking at him. "She's remembering how good it felt last night, aren't you Joan?"
Joan blushed even deeper. "Uh ... uh ... yeah," she gasped. "Oh hurry, Jean. Do it."
Jean's eyes danced. She lowered her head toward the steamy flesh of Joan's horny pussy. "Watch this," she instructed and dove forward with her tongue extended.
Joan screamed in pleasure as Jean's tongue lapped up the length of her pussy-groove. It flicked her clit once and then stopped.
"Ooooooh," Joan sighed. "Don't stop, Jean. Come on. Do it!"
Jean giggled. "Just look at how that got her!" she exclaimed proudly, pointing to Joan's throbbing clitty, sticking its head up and begging for more.
Gary nodded, grinning lustily. His damn cock was killing him. He tried to forget its insistant demands so he could concentrate on what Jean was teaching him.
"Both of you do it," he urged. "I want to see Joan lick your pussy too."
Jean shivered slightly. She had been trying to ignore the throbbing in her own little clit but Gary's words made it pulse wildly. She wanted Joan's tongue in her pussy too.
"O.K.," she agreed. "You just crawl around and watch and we'll do just what we did last night."
Gary cast a wistful glance at Jean's quivering asscheeks as she moved her pussy over Joan's face. He sure would have liked to sink his hard cock in either of the two girl's pussies. He fought his impulse to roll them apart and fuck them both. He wasn't going to push a good thing. This was already more than he had expected from his first afternoon with them.
Joan reached up and pulled Jean's pussy down to her lips. She sucked at her creamy pussyjuice eagerly, lapping and swallowing like she was starving.
Gary grabbed his hard cock and watched. He might just as well beat off again while he watched the girls get off. He knew he could always get hard again if they decided to play more games.
Gary shook his hard cock up and down violently. This was getting him damn hot. The licking and slurping sounds they were making were driving him out of his mind. He crawled from one side of the blanket to the other, trying to watch both girls at once. It was like watching a tennis match. He wanted to see it all at once.
He finally settled down in the middle of the two girls. If he swiveled his head back and forth he could catch most of what was happening and he could beat off his prick at the same time. His hand flew up and down wildly.
Both girls were moaning softly. Their pussies were creaming hotly. Their tongues flashed and their legs trembled. Then Joan arched her back and began to whine loudly.
"Oh," she gasped, her words muffled against Jean's hot cunt. "I'm coming' Ooooooh!"
"Ooooooh! Me too," Jean gasped. "Let's do it together, Joan. Together."
Joan's hips lunged upward, fucking wildly at Jean's flashing tongue. She shuddered violently.
Jean's hips lunged too. They pounded down on Joan's face and searched hungrily for her wonderful hot tongue.
They both squealed shrilly and then pussy juice was spurting from both of their spasming cuntholes, flooding their shiny tongues and rolling down their throats.
Gary felt his cock jerk wildly and then he was coming too, blasting another big load of sperm into the air.
In another couple of seconds they were all lying on the blanket, gasping for breath.
"Wow ... Wild!" Gary managed to say. His cock lunged again weakly. "I got so excited I had to beat off again."
Jean and Joan rolled over on their stomachs. They propped their heads on their hands and grinned at him.
"You sure do have a busy cock," Joan giggled in admiration.
"I'm glad we make you so horny," Jean added, sighing deeply.
"Yeah, but it sure makes me tired," Gary complained, rolling over on his stomach too.
"Let's take a little nap and then maybe we can think of some more sexy things to do," Jean suggested, dropping her head to her hands.
"I'm tired too," Joan smiled lazily. "The sun feels good. Let's sack out for a couple of minutes and see how we all feel when we wake up."
* * *
Carla walked softly up the path to the swimming hole. She would just peek in at the kids and make sure they were alright. They certainly were quiet. She couldn't hear a single sound.
She came to the end of the path and entered the clearing. What she saw almost made her scream with shock. Jean and Joan were lying on the blanket completely nude. Gary was lying between them. They were all asleep.
Carla's mind whirled in shock. She stood there, frozen to the ground staring at her beautiful naked daughters. Then she wheeled around and ran back to the car. She had to get back to Lee. She would tell him what she found. He would know what to do.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lee looked up in surprise as Carla burst through the font door. She looked like she had seen a ghost. She was trembling all over and she was white as a sheet. He jumped up and put his arms around her. She sagged against his chest.
"Good God! What's the matter, Carla? Has something happened to the kids?"
Carla burst into hysterical sobs. Her whole body shook. She made little incoherent sounds. Something about all naked and a blanket. He held her tightly until she stopped shaking. Then he led her to the couch and made her sit down. He kept his arms around her and smoothed back her hair.
"Calm down, honey," he said, trying to sooth her. "Just calm down and tell me what's the matter."
"They're at the swimming hole" she managed to blurt out. "They're lying on a blanket, and they're all naked!"
She shuddered violently and then burst into tears again. Lee resisted the urge to laugh and he stroked her hair soothingly. "They're probably just skinny-dipping," he reassured her. "Good heavens, Carla. You really gave me a scare. I thought they drowned or something."
"No!" she insisted. "You don't understand, Lee. They're NAKED. All three of them are NAKED!"
Lee smothered his laughter again. "Well, alright," he said calmly. "They're naked. I understand. Now what are they doing?"
"They're ... They're ... They're ... SLEEPING!" she shouted. She sat up suddenly and pulled back out of his arms. "You still don't understand," she shouted. "They're not doing anything yet, but we have to get them before they do."
Lee sighed deeply. He put his arms around Carla again and held her close. "Look, Carla," he said gently. "I can understand why you're worried but you're making a mountain out of a molehill. I'll go out to the swimming hole with you but I'm not going to let you scream and yell at the kids. They're probably just playing around, and all kids do that. If you go barging right in and accuse the girls and Gary of doing terrible things they'll act all meek and mild and go home with you. They'll tell you they're sorry but, they'll always hate you for interfering.
"You can't keep them locked up in an ivory tower forever, you know. As soon as you turn your back they'll go right out and do all those things you're worried about. You've got to trust those girls to do what they think is right for them. If you show then that you don't trust them, they'll never come to you if they get in trouble. They'll hide things from you and they won't talk to you. They'll just sneak around and that's much worse than anything you can imagine. That's what my mother did to my sister and my sister never forgave her of interfering. You've got to let them grow up Carla, and you can only do that by letting them make their own decisions.
Carla stopped shaking. She wiped her eyes on the kleenex that Lee offered her. Then she managed to smile weakly.
"You're right Lee," she said, her voice shaking. "It ... It was just a shock, that's all. I ... I just don't want the girls to have all the trouble that I had with men. I don't want them to fall in love with the first smooth-talking man that comes along, and then suffer for it the rest of their lives."
She let out her breath in a shaky sigh.
"Maybe I wouldn't have been so gullible if I'd had a little more experience before I met their father. He was the first man I met when I left home and he sort of swept me off my feet. If I'd known a little more about sex, I could have seen right through his line ... I know that now. I wish my parents had let me date earlier. Then I know I never would have fallen for Bill."
Lee pulled her gently to her feet. He patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. "That's better," he said, smiling down at her. "Now I'll go to the swimming hole with you if you promise to be quiet and not say a word. Kids have got to find their own way, and the best we can do is sit back quietly and wait for them to come to us if they need us. Come on Carla. We can watch if it makes you feel better. I'll bet you don't have anything to be worried about."
Lee and Carla walked slowly to the swimming hole. Lee tried to delay her as much as he could. He was pretty sure that she was a little more tolerant of the whole situation now, but he still didn't know what she would do if the kids were actually fucking. He hoped things hadn't gotten that far along yet. He was afraid that Carla was in for a real shock if she saw Gary's cock sliding into one of the girl's virgin pussies.
Gary opened one eye and gazed at the sleeping girls. Their round little butts were turning slightly pink from the sun and it looked as if they were getting sunburned.
"Wake up," he said laughing delightedly. He put one hand on Jean's round butt, and the other on Joan's and squeezed happily. The twins turned over with a groan.
"Oh, Gary. What did you wake us up for?" Jean complained. "I was sleeping and I was having the most wonderful dream."
She sat up and looked down at her naked body. Then she remembered what they had done and she giggled softly. "It looks like your cock is back in action again," she teased, staring at his hard prick with a lusty expression on her face.
Gary grinned and looked down at his prick. It was standing up stiffly, saluting the two girls.
"That isn't why I woke you," he grinned. "I noticed that you were getting your butts sunburned. I figured you'd have a hard time explaining that to your mother."
Joan reached in back of her and felt her round asscheeks. "Gosh," she exclaimed, rubbing her hands across her warm, pink flesh. "Mine is already burned. What a drag."
"I've got an idea to take your mind off your sunburn," Gary offered lewdly. "I've got a game we can play. I'll bet you that a couple minutes from now, you won't even notice your sunburn."
* * *
Carla and Lee came to the end of the path. He pulled her down to the ground where they were hidden in a clump of bushes. They could see and hear perfectly, but the kids couldn't see them. Lee crossed his fingers and prayed that the kids wouldn't do anything too wild. Getting Carla loosened up this much had been hard and he didn't know how much more he could talk her into.
Carla gazed at her daughters in relief. They were just sitting there looking at Gary. So far, it didn't seem to be bad at all. Lee was right. They were just skinny-dipping.
"Ooooooh. I wish we could really do it." Jean sighed loudly. "I'd love to really fuck with you, Gary. We can't though. Joan and I don't have anything to keep us from getting pregnant. Mom would kill us if we ended up in trouble."
Carla's hand flew to her mouth. She smothered her startled cry of surprise. She was shocked that Jean would even be thinking of fucking with Gary, but she was also pleased. Jean wasn't letting her passions get the best of her. She was thinking ahead to what might happen. That made Carla proud.
"You can't get pregnant the first time, can you?" Gary asked. "I heard that girls never get pregnant the first time they do it."
"I don't know ... " Joan answered softly. "I'm not sure, but I'm not taking any chances. You know how all sorts of stories go around. With our luck we'd both end up pregnant and that would kill Mom. Let's think of something else to do so we can have fun but we won't really Gary grinned slightly. Carla could see his hard cock jutting out at the air. She gasped again at the size of him. He was awfully big for a fifteen year old boy. She couldn't help but wonder if Lee was the same way. She blushed at the thought.
"How about a chain?" Gary suggested. "We could make a chain and have fun. Neither of you girls would have to worry about getting pregnant that way."
"What's a chain?" Jean asked, her eyes glazing slightly. She was looking at Gary's cock and her pussy was creaming wetly again.
"It's easy," Gary told them. "We just get in a circle on our sides. Then Jean sucks my cock, I lick Joan's pussy and Joan eats yours. It's supposed to be great."
Joan looked a little dubious. "I don't know ... " she said softly. "I don't think I'd like it that way. I can eat Jean's pussy anytime. I want to suck your cock too."
Gary laughed happily. "Just let Jean do it for a while and then we'll switch. That way both of you'll get a chance to lick my cock and I'll be able to lick both of your pussies."
* * *
Carla reached out and grabbed Lee's hand. Her first impulse was to scream at the girls and drag them home by their hair. Yet ... they weren't actually going to fuck. Both of them had said that. There wasn't anything so terribly wrong with what they were going to do ... she just didn't know if she could stand to sit there quietly and watch. She had promised Lee that she wouldn't make a scene but yet she didn't know if she could stand it. It was a nasty shock. Her sweet, innocent girls were growing up and she didn't want them to ... not yet.
Lee grasped Carla's cold hands and squeezed them gently. He knew what must be going through her head. It must be rather shocking for her. The girls were wiggling around enticingly, getting into position. He was sure that Carla was having second thoughts about stopping them. He patted her hands comfortingly. At least they weren't going to fuck. Thank God for that. He never could have persuaded Carla to let them do that.
Carla's mind whirled. She saw Joan part the puffy lips of Jeans soft pink pussy and bury her head in her sister's steamy depths. Then she saw Gary's long tongue lick eagerly along Joan's pink cuntslit, sliding in the groove between her creamy pussylips and sending her into a fit of lusty trembling. Jean's soft lips parted and she fucked her wet, hot mouth over the head of Gary's stiff cock, licking wildly.
Carla felt her own pussy throb wetly, and she pressed her legs tightly together. She hadn't expected to feel that way. She was supposed to be shocked and here she was, getting all hot and bothered, watching her girl's and Lee's son lick wildly in the afternoon sun.
A shudder of revulsion ran through her body. What was wrong with her? A mother shouldn't get turned on watching her own daughters like this. It just wasn't right.
Suddenly she knew that she had to get out of here before she screamed. Her long-held beliefs about what was right and what was wrong were being torn apart. Her value system was collapsing at her feet and she couldn't stand another minute of it. She was frustrated, and confused, and terribly, terribly horny.
"Lee," she hissed. "Please ... take me home. Take me home, Lee."
Lee looked down at her beautiful face. He longed to take her in his arms and comfort her. Instead, he pulled her silently to her feet and half-carried her home.
When he came to her house he kept right on going, right past her front door and into his. He put her down on the couch and let her sob out her frustration and loneliness. Then he took her gently into his arms.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked firmly. "Something's bothering you Carla, and it isn't just seeing the kids playing around wither. What is it, honey? Won't you tell me?"
Carla raised her tear-stained face to his. "It's just too awful, Lee. I just can't tell you. I think I'm losing my mind."
Lee shook her gently. "You'd better tell me about it," he said demandingly. "Nothing's as bad as all that. Come on now, talk."
Carla blushed beet-red. She looked like a miserable little girl who knows she's done something awfully naughty. She took a deep breath.
"You're right, it's not the kids," she mumbled. "You were right about that, Lee. What they were doing wasn't so terribly bad. It's me. I just can't believe how I felt, watching the girls and Gary. I'm so ashamed of myself! I could understand it if I was shocked, but not this. Watching them didn't make me shocked. It made me ... horny. Oh, Lee. It's just terrible. I'm so horny I could die!"
Lee blinked once in surprise and then he started laughing. He couldn't help it. Poor Carla was so miserable ... and her reaction was so normal. He tried to stop laughing and reassure her.
"Good heavens, Carla. What did you expect?" he sputtered. "Of course it made you horny to watch them. It made me horny too. Watching other people play around is supposed to make you horny. You'd really have a problem if it didn't."
Carla looked up at him in surprise. You ... You mean you're not shocked?" she squeaked. "You don't think I'm awful and sinful for getting horny watching my own daughters?"
"God, no," Lee laughed. "You're just reacting like any normal woman would under the same circumstances. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm still so horny I could ... "
He bent forward and suddenly kissed her.
His tongue worked hotly in her surprised mouth.
"Mmmmmph," Carla exclaimed.
She started to pull away from his tight embrace and then suddenly, she went limp and soft in his arms. Lights flashed behind her eyes and she felt her tongue meeting his in a little jabbing burst of fire. It had been so long since any man had kissed her. She couldn't help it. She melted in his arms.
Then she was pressing up against him eagerly, the full length of her body molded against his. She snuggled her hips up tightly, rubbing against the hot, hard shaft of his cock. Her pussy throbbed and creamed hotly. She just couldn't stop. Lust was blazing like a fire in her hot cunt and her mind was whirling with lewd sexual images.
She felt his hands reaching for her tits, smoothing over the quivering mounds of sensitive flesh, stroking her nipples right through her clothes. Her knees were trembling so violently she thought she would faint. Her head was whirling. She had to stop him. She had to. What would he think of her. She was acting like a sex-starved whore.
She pulled back from his arms, her whole body trembling weakly. She couldn't do what her body was urging her to do. She just couldn't.
"Lee. Please ... stop," she gasped heatedly. "You've got to stop."
"Why?" he asked, laughing softly at her wild struggling. "Don't you like it, Carla? Doesn't it feel good to have a man's arms around you again?"
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Oh, yes Lee. But we can't. We just can't."
"Come on, Carla," Lee laughed. "Just a minute ago, you were just as hot as I was. Your titties were hard and they were thrusting out against my chest. Don't try to go all straight and proper on me now, honey. I know you want it just as much as I do."
Carla blushed deeply. "I ... I ... " She lowered her eyes. She just couldn't face him. It was true. Everything he said was absolutely true. She didn't want to lie to him. She wanted it so badly she was almost dying.
"It's true, Lee," she said in a small, timid voice. "I do want you. I guess there's no sense in lying about that. I just ... Oh, I know it sounds silly, but I just don't know ... " Her voice trailed off miserable. She didn't know what to say. She wanted him but she didn't want him to think that she was just another woman looking for a casual lay. Sex was much more important than that to her.
Lee dropped his hands to his sides. He sighed deeply. He wanted to rip the clothes right off her and carry her to his bed. He wanted to fuck her brains out until she begged for more. He clamped his hands into tight hard fists. He wouldn't force her to do something she didn't want to do. He could wait until she was willing ... even if it killed him.
Carla noticed the grim lines around the corner of his mouth. She saw the way his fists were clenched and the way he was trying to control his passions. Something inside her carefully guarded mind snapped at the sight of his self-control and she felt it loosen joyfully. She wanted him more than she haa ever wanted any man in her whole life!
She threw herself in his arms eagerly, kissing the side of his neck. "Oh, yes Lee," she gasped. "Oh, yes. I want you darling. I want you so much. Please, Lee. Please fuck me!"
For a stunned second Lee couldn't believe his ears. He felt her body pressing up against his and his arms clamped around her, joyfully. She wanted him. She wanted to fuck. She was begging him to fuck her. He laughed delightedly and then his lips found hers.
They kissed wildly until Carla's knees were weak and trembling. She clung to him tightly, not daring to let go for even a second. Her lips were soft and sweet and burning hot. Her pussy creamed helplessly and she threw back her head and laughed ... a loud ringing peal of happiness and excitement.
"Hurry, darling, hurry," she cried, laughing and crying at the same time. "Please ... I've waited so long for you. Oh, God. I want you so much."
Lee picked her up into his arms. She clung to him, kissing the side of his face, the warm softness of his neck. "Fuck the hell out of me," she whispered. "Fuck me to make up for all the time I missed."
Lee put her down on the bed. He untangled her arms from around his neck and laughed at her gently.
"Take it easy, darling," he said softly. "We've got all the time in the world. We've got the rest of our lives to enjoy."
Carla snuggled in his arms, joyfully. She lay quietly and watched him start to undress her. He was right. They had all the time in the world.
CHAPTER NINE
Gary lay on his back with his hands stretched up behind his head. He reached down and patted the back of Joan's head. Her hot mouth was still working on his prick and he had to admit that she had learned to suck cock like a pro in just one afternoon. His cock was still stiff and hard and it throbbed wildly every time she ran her tongue up the underside of his jerking prickshaft. He sighed contentedly.
"You sure can give a fantastic blowjob, Jean," he sighed. "You're really terrific, you know that?"
Joan sat up and giggled. She winked at her sister. "Thank you," she said proudly. "Except I'm not Jean. I'm Joan."
Both girls giggled at his astonished expression.
"Godamn," he moaned. His face turned bright red with embarrassment. "I still can't tell you two apart. I thought after all this time, I'd be able to."
Jean giggled breathlessly. "That's alright," she said, winking at Joan. "No one can tell us apart. When we get married we're going to switch husbands for a little change. Our pussies even taste the same. I don't think anyone but Mom can tell us apart."
Gary laughed. "Those are going to be two lucky husbands!" he said, enjoying the joke even though it was on him. "How does your Mom tell you apart?"
Joan sighed loudly. "I wish we could ask her about something else," she said. "I don't think she'd tell us though. She'd probably get all shocked and put us in a convent or something."
Joan giggled. "Oh, you mean about getting pregnant," she guessed. "You're right. I don't think she'd tell us anything and she certainly wouldn't take us out to get pills like Mary Ellen's mother did."
"Yeah," Jean agreed. "She'd just say that we were too young to be thinking about anything like that and then she'd watch us like a hawk. I'm surprised she even let us out today."
"Maybe she figured that I wouldn't try anything with both of you," Gary suggested. "She probably thinks that as long as you two are together, you're safe."
"Boy, is she wrong," Jean chuckled.
"I'll ask my Dad to get me a rubber," Gary said, grinning at the girl's surprised looks. "I know he'll do it. He's really cool about sex and stuff like that. You girls could even talk to him. If you asked him not to tell your mother, he wouldn't. He understands things like that."
"Maybe, if your Dad is that cool, he might just loosen up Mom," Joan mused. "It sure would be great if she'd stop being so damn prim and proper."
Jean glanced at her watch. "We've been gone almost three hours," she announced. "Maybe they've made it by now. If Mom had made it with your Dad, she'll probably stop being so up-tight about sex."
Joan tossed her hair back and looked dubious. "I still don't think anything happened. She's probably got his kitchen all arranged and she's telling him about the best places to shop. That sounds more like Mom. I just can't picture her in bed with any man."
"Let's stay out here for another ten minutes and then we'll sneak back and see," Gary suggested.
He patted his stiff cock suggestively. "Which one of you beautiful sex-pots wants to finish off my hard cock for me. I can't go home like this." Jean gave a little cry of delight and pushed Joan out of the way. "It's my turn," she squealed. "You had the last one so this one is mine."
Gary leaned back and smiled as Jean's hot lips closed around his cock. What a trip. Two beautiful girls fighting over a chance to blow his prick. He hoped his Dad was this lucky.
CHAPTER TEN
Lee gazed in frank admiration at Carla's beautiful body. She was even lovelier than he had thought last night. Seeing her up close like this he noticed that her skin had kind of a soft sheen that made it glow in the afternoon sun.
He reached out and cupped his hands around her high, thrusting tits, palming them gently. His fingertips rolled her nipples, softly at first, and then harder as he felt them grow stiff and hard under his hands.
"Oooooooh," Carla moaned. "Oh, Lee. It feels so good ... I forgot that it felt so good. Harder, honey. Make my titties hard and stiff for you."
Lee's hands squeezed harder. Her tits were wonderful to touch. They were satiny soft and burning hot. They quivered under his fingers and throbbed with passion.
Lee sighed lustily. Her titties overflowed his hands. They were enormous pillows of firm, quivering life and he squeezed them again and again. They seemed to grow hotter and hotter under his squeezing hands. They swelled up and pushed against his palms, the large pink nipples turning stiff and pointed.
Carla groaned in ecstasy. "Oh, Lee darling," she moaned. "Suck them, Lee. Suck my titties with your hot mouth. Lick them with your tongue. Please, Lee. Pleeaase."
Lee didn't need a second invitation. He thrust his face between her satiny globes and nuzzled the soft pillows of flesh. Then he opened his mouth and sucked one hard nipple all the way into his hot mouth.
"Aaaaaah," she sighed. "Oh, Lee. That's what I want. Aaaaaagh!"
Lee ran his hot tongue around her swelling tit. It darted out wickedly and flipped her stiff nipple back and forth. She felt like she would die with horny pleasure.
"Now the other one," she moaned. "Do the other one, too."
Lee licked and sucked wildly. He had never gotten this turned on sucking and licking a woman's tits before. He felt his hard cock lurch forward and he slid it between her soft, silky thighs.
He lowered his head and kissed down the satiny length of her body. His fingers played with the silky curls of her pussy. Then he pressed his face to her soft beaver, rubbing it back and forth in her silky, honeyed warmth.
"Oh, God," she groaned loudly. "I can't stand it any more. Fuck me Lee. Shove your hard cock in my pussy and fuck me!"
Lee laughed delightedly. He had guessed that Carla would be warm and loving but he had hardly expected this! She was hot and wanton, begging for the swift strokes of his cock.
"Take it easy honey," he said, managing to control his jerking cock with a mighty effort. "I'm not going to sink my cock in your sweet pussy until I lick and suck on it a little. I want you so hot that you're burning up."
Carla shuddered violently. She had never been so horny. She felt like she was going to come any second and she couldn't wait. She felt his fingers parting the silky hair of her beaver and her whole pussy trembled with anticipation. Then she felt his soft breath on her puffy cuntlips and she moaned incoherently.
Lee pressed his face right up to her lovely pink pussy and opened his eyes wide. He drank in the smell of her exciting musk and he stared at the glistening sweet pink flesh spread out in front of him. He licked his lips and licked up the length of her quivering pussyslit, tasting the rich goodness of her cream and feeling the slippery smoothness of her pussyflesh on his tongue.
"Aaaaagh," Carla screamed. "Oh, Lee. I'm almost ready to come. Oooooh!"
Lee grinned proudly. His tongue lapped the length of her pussy again, ending right at the edge of her swollen pink groove where her jerking clitty stood up stiffly.
She screamed again as he sucked the little love bud into his mouth and clamped it tightly between his lips. Her whole body shook and her clitty throbbed stiffly in his hot mouth. He rolled it between his lips and flicked it back and forth wetly.
Aaaaaagh! Oh, my God ... So wonderful!" she screamed hoarsely.
He sensed that she was about to come and he let her little clit snap out of his mouth. He licked tantalizingly down her slippery pussy-groove until he came to the deep red mouth of her wildly spasming cunthole. His tongue tip darted in quickly.
She screamed again. Every nerve in her body was on fire. She had never felt anything like this! She couldn't believe that his tongue was doing those delightfully wild things to her pussy. She screamed and moaned, and cried, and his tongue kept right on sending electric jolts through her hotly creaming cunt.
His tongue fucked in her slippery hole. It dove deep and swiftly, swirling and throbbing deep inside her pussy. It felt like a little cock, fucking her wildly.
"Oh, God. Do it honey. Fuck me with your hot tongue."
She moaned and squealed in ecstasy. It seemed like the wild bursts of pleasure rippling through her body would surely tear her apart with their breathtaking intensity. She loved his wild tongue-fucking, but she still hungered for his cock. Nothing would satisfy her until he had his long, hard cock safely buried in her snug cunt.
Then she felt the familiar waves of orgasm ripple through her body. It felt like a tidal wave of blinding pleasure was sweeping her away. She squealed hoarsely as the bursts of sharp pleasure tore through her, and still his tongue kept fucking.
He was rubbing her throbbing clit with his hand now, his swift tongue stabbing ceaselessly in her spasming pussymouth. She came again and again, each time better than the last.
Finally he sat up, grinning proudly. She lay weak and trembling, gasping for breath.
"Was that good, honey?" he asked, smiling at her quivering body.
"Oh, yes," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Oh, Lee. That was so wonderful."
He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. She saw the powerful muscles of his broad chest ripple excitingly. Her pussy twinged again in anticipation. He had to fuck her now. She couldn't stand it if he didn't.
Her eyes widened as he dropped his pants. Then she gasped at the incredible size of his cock. It was enormous. Even bigger than Gary's and wonderfully hard. It stuck straight out like a pole from his belly. She reached out and touched it tentatively.
"Oh, God. It's so big," she moaned. "I've got to have it inside my pussy. Hurry, Lee. Hurry. Fuck me with your beautiful, big cock."
He knelt between her widely spread thighs. A droplet of cream hung suspended from the tip of his swollen cockhead. It shimmered like a pearl in the sunlight. Then he lowered his body and his wonderfully large cockhead nudged up against the hot mouth of her pussy.
"Oh." She gave a shrill little cry. "Oh, fuck me." She couldn't wait for his beautiful cock to plunge into her steaming cuntmouth.
She lifted up with her hips. Her heels sank into the waterbed and her pussy bounced up like she was on a trampoline.
"Hold still, darling," he said in a husky voice. "Just hold still and let me fuck you."
She tried to relax but her legs were trembling so hard the whole bed shook. His cock was right there, right at the quivering, wet mouth of her pussy. She held her breath and waited ... waited for his hard downward thrust that promised to give her so much pleasure.
"Hurry," she cried out weakly. "Please, hurry."
Lee fed her hungry snapping pussy by inches. He lowered his hard cock in slow, tantalizing thrusts ... just an inch ... and then after another long agonizing moment, another inch ... until she thought she would die of frustration. It took him a long time to lower his cock into her pussy completely and when she finally felt all of his wonderful cock inside her, her pussy creamed helplessly and she felt her body quiver again in orgasm.
"Oh, God. I'm coming again. Lee. Oh, Lee. My pussy's so hot that I'm coming again ... and we haven't even started to fuck yet!"
Lee gave a low, joyful laugh as her pussy snapped and trembled around the hard shaft of his cock. It was squeezing and throbbing, sucking at his cock like a million tiny sucking mouths.
Carla couldn't believe what was happening to her. It had never been like this before. One long, slow thrust of his cock and she was orgasming wildly, her pussy squeezing his cock tightly.
Then he started to fuck her ... long, slow strokes, filling her hot cunt completely ... thrusting so far into her throbbing pussy channel that he bumped his soft cockhead up against her burning womb.
"Oh," she squealed. "Oh, Lee. You're so big. Oh, God. It's so wonderful."
She threw her arms around him and clung to him, pushing her creamy pussy up to meet his long strokes. She wrapped her legs around his back and dug in her heels. She forced his cock deeply into her burning cunt until his balls slapped against her pussy. Her pussy creamed and spasmed furiously around his prick, sucking him in even deeper.
"Oh, fuck me hard, darling," she screeched. "Bang it into me. Do it hard and fast, Lee. Pound it in. Hard." Lee sank his cock deeply into her hot pussy. He fucked like a pile driver, slamming his hard prick in the delicious silky wet tunnel of her cunt. He felt her soft titties bounce beneath his chest as he fucked her. It felt like he was driving his prick into a hot, steamy furnace.
He began fucking her faster and harder ant Carla lost all self-control. She screamed out her lusty pleasure. Her hungry pussy quivered delightedly and she threw her legs up higher, wrapping them around his shoulders, leaving her pussyhole wide and open for his searing lunges.
"Oh, fuck me, Lee. Fuck meeee," she wailed. I love it ... Ohhhh, OHHHH.
Carla was so carried away by her horny pleasure that she screeched loudly. She didn't even think about the noise they were making. She was much too horny to care.
Lee began to yelp with pleasure too. He was very close to coming ... very close to shooting his burning load of cream into her incredibly hot cunt. He yelled loudly in ecstasy. Carla's steaming cunt was so deliciously hot ... so wonderfully wet ... he couldn't help but scream out his pleasure loudly.
Suddenly Lee heard the front door slam. He froze with shock as he heard three sets of footsteps across the living room and pause at the open bedroom door. Both he and Carla turned to see his son and her daughters standing in the doorway, their mouths open with shocked surprise.
Jean was the first one to recover her voice. A happy grin spread over her sunburned face.
"Far-out, Mom," she giggled. Then she turned to Joan. "You owe me a quarter, you louse."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carla was too shocked to speak. She was frozen, with her legs hooked around Lee's shoulders, her pussy displayed wantonly. All sorts of things whirled through her mind ... what a terrible, shameless position she was in ... what a lewd, awful example she was setting for her two impressionable daughters ... what a whorish picture she must paint for Gary ... how shocked her daughters must be at her outlandish behavior, fucking Lee wildly after she'd only met him yesterday.
Suddenly her mind cleared miraculously. Her daughters didn't look shocked at all. They looked pleased. Both Jean and Joan were looking at her with new-found admiration in their eyes.
"Wow, Mom," Joan gasped. "We were hoping ... but we really didn't think you would."
"Yeah, Mom," Jean echoed. "I'm so glad you made it with Mr. Baxter. Now we can talk to you about everything."
Even Gary looked pleased. He winked at his Dad and flashed him a man-to-man look.
"That's really terrific, Mrs. Saunders," he said. "I had a feeling you weren't as up-tight about sex as the girls thought."
Carla smiled weakly. What she thought was a disaster was turning out to be a God-send Giving in to the demands of her body had actually brought her daughters closer to her. Now they felt she would understand their problems. She sighed deeply and then she giggled.
"It's all your fault," she accused, giggling wildly. She pointed her finger at the kids in mock anger.
"If you kids wouldn't have played around at the swimming hole, and Lee and I hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have gotten this horny. See what you did? You made me into a brazen hussy, and I love it."
She felt Lee's arms tighten around her and he gave a whoop of laughter. His long cock, buried deeply in her silky pussy gave a might jerk, reminding her of what they hadn't finished. She giggled softly.
Jean started laughing tentatively and then Joan joined in. Soon all of them were roaring with laughter.
Gary was the first one to recover. "God. This is great," he managed to say between chuckles.
"Sorry we interrupted you, but I'm glad we did. You're a real swinger, Mrs. Saunders. You're the coolest Mom in the whole world."
"Oh," Joan sighed. "We did walk in at a bad time didn't we? We'd better leave so you two can finish what we started."
"Oh, Mom," Jean protested. "Do we have to leave? I'd just love to watch you and Mr. Baxter fuck."
She giggled again and winked at Joan. "After all, you got a chance to watch us. It's only fair that we get to watch you. Right Joan?"
Joan peeked quietly at her Mother's face. Carla didn't look mad. As a matter of fact, she looked kind of pleased.
"That's true Mom," she pleaded. "Can we watch you? Pleeease?"
Carla stopped laughing. She gazed at her two daughters. It really was an unorthodox thing to do, but the whole situation was already unusual as it was. She couldn't very well say no now. That would be just plain ridiculous.
"What do you say, Carla?" Lee asked coaxingly. "Are you going to burn all your bridges behind you and set your own rules now, or are you going to go right back to the way you were living before and pretend the idea doesn't turn you on at all?"
"I ... I ... I don't know what to say," Carla moaned. "It's all so weird. Are you sure you girls won't think I'm terrible if I let you watch?"
"Oh, no Mom," both girls squealed. Besides, we've never ever seen anyone eally do it before," Joan added. "The only thing we really know about it is what we read in Mary Ellen's sexy books."
Carla laughed at her two daughter's eager faces. "Well ... I guess it would be ridiculous to shut the door now," she decided slowly. "I'd rather show you what it's like than have you get all of your ideas from books."
Jean and Joan gave little squeals of delight.
"Oh, thank you Mom," Joan exclaimed sinking down on the floor, eager to watch. "Come on Jean. You too, Gary. Mom and Mr. Baxter are the coolest people in the whole world."
Gary and Jean sat down next to Joan. They watched with bright eager faces.
"Go ahead Mom," Jean squealed. "Teach us how to fuck."
Carla smiled up at Lee. She kissed him gently on the cheek. "I hope you don't mind helping me teach sex education to my daughters," she giggled lustily.
"Not a bit," Lee laughed. His cock throbbed again and nosed up against her quivering womb. "I have a feeling this is going to be the sexiest sex education class in the whole state."
Carla felt little tingly thrills run through her body as Lee began to thrust his cock back and forth in her creamy pussy again. Her legs clamped tightly around his back and she didn't try to stop the horny moans of pleasure that burst from her lips.
"Ooooooh. Fuck me Lee," she groaned. "Fuck me good."
Lee grabbed her marvelously soft titties with his hands. He kneaded the firm hot flesh between his fingers as he pounded his stiff cock in her steaming pussy. His fingers pulled and squeezed her hard throbbing nipples and she squealed in delight.
"Oh, darling. It's so good. It's so damn good."
Lee fucked harder and faster. His swollen balls slapped up against her quivering asscheeks and made wet sticky sounds. They slid in the cream that oozed out of her spasming pussyhole and smacked loudly. Her cunt was like a tight sheath of hot oiled silk and he drove in and out with a ferocity that made her cry out and tremble with pleasure.
Carla was so hot she could hardly stand it. She knew she was almost ready to come. It made it more exciting knowing that the girls and Gary were watching. She was displaying her wild passion for everyone to see and it made her hornier than she had ever been before.
Lee felt her pussy throb. It had been slick and hot before, but now it was burning with lust. He thrust forward with so much force that he felt like he was going to drive her right through the bed. Her whole body was a quivering hot mass of lust and his balls began to scream with urgency.
He felt the cum build up in his balls and he gasped hornily.
"I'm going to shoot, darling. I'm going to fill up your snapping pussy with hot cum. I'm going to blast hot cream in your cunt. Give it to me honey. Give me your pussy. Bring it up to me, darling. I want you to come too."
Carla felt her pussyhole snap wildly at his words. His cock was swelling to giant proportions in her tight cunt mouth and she could feel it lurch desperately.
He gave one more hard, desperate lunge and then he was exploding inside her quivering pussy channel, blasting his hot cum up her pussy in searing, thrilling bursts.
She gave a sharp scream and she was coming too. She was screaming and moaning and thrashing under him, her nails digging into his back as her starved pussy exploded right along with him.
It seemed as if he would never stop blasting. His hot cum flew up her tight cunt mouth and filled her body with a hot, lusty glow. It was slippery and hot and wonderful. She had never felt such incredible joy.
She tossed back her head and laughed. A huge happy laugh of joy. She felt his cream leak out of her sopping pussy and ran down the cheeks of her ass. It was warm and wonderful. She was filled to the brim with his cum and she never wanted it any other way. It didn't matter that the kids were watching or that it wasn't a proper thing for a mother to do, she was gloriously, ecstatically happy. Let the other mother's raise their daughters any way they chose. This was right for her and right for he girls.
When it was over she patted Lee gently and kissed the side of his neck. She gave a sigh of complete bliss and then she looked at the kids. She burst into startled laughter and rolled Lee over so he could see them too.
All three kids were sitting there with silly smiles on their faces. They looked as if they had seen a miracle. Gary's hand was still pressed to his crotch and the girl's swimming suits were crooked. Fluffy pussy hair was peeking out at the sides of their bikini bottoms and all three kids looked tired and satisfied.
Carla stood up and walked past them to the bathroom. For some reason being naked in front of the kids didn't bother her a bit anymore.
"You girls had better run home and take showers," she called out over her shoulders. I'm taking you to Dr. Henry tonight and we're going to get a prescription for birth control pills. I've got a feeling you're both going to need it."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Three hours later, two astonished but happy girls walked in Lee's front door. They had little packets of birth control pills in their purses and they had already started taking them.
Carla beamed proudly at Lee. "Well, that's taken care of," she said, laughing at the girls who were walking around like they were in a trance. "Dr. Henry said I showed remarkable foresight to get them in so early. Of course I didn't tell him the whole story."
Lee laughed happily. "You certainly act fast once you've made up your mind," he complimented her.
"Gary's in the bathroom taking a shower," he told the twins. "How would you girls like to go out to dinner to celebrate? I made reservations at Gino's."
"Gino's," Jean squealed. "Oh, Mom. Can we wear our new black dresses?"
"Why not?" she laughed. "I have a feeling that tonight's going to be quite an occasion."
* * *
Lee held Carla close to him on the dance floor. Their feet were moving in slow, swaying steps but she wasn't conscious of dancing. All she could feel was his hard cock, nestled up tightly against her pussy. She glanced over at the kids.
Joan was dancing with Gary, her little titties pressed up against him tightly. She had a dreamy, far-away expression on her face.
Jean was sitting at the table, watching eagerly. Gary was taking turns dancing with the girls and her turn was next. She looked as if she could hardly wait for him to hold her in his arms. "I promised the girls they could have a little party tonight," Carla whispered in Lee's ear. "Do you think Gary's up to taking care of two virgins?"
"I think so," Lee whispered back "I gave him some tips while you and the girls were dressing. Besides, they've got us right there if they need us."
Carla snuggled a little closer to him. She pressed her creamy pussy up against the hard bulge of his cock.
"I told the girls it was all right," she whispered. "They can hardly wait to learn how to fuck."
Lee chuckled. "What are we waiting for?" he asked softly. "Let's go home and have a party."
As soon as Lee drove up in front of Carla's house the girls jumped out of the car. They each grabbed an arm and raced Gary up the stairs and into their room. Carla and Lee heard the door close with a bang.
Lee turned to Carla and laughed. "I don't think they need any help right now," he said. "Gary looked pretty self-confident when he ran up those stairs."
Carla nodded, smiling. "We'll have a drink and stay on stand-by," she replied. "How about opening a bottle of wine and listening to some records. We could even neck on the couch like a couple of teenagers."
* * *
Jean and Joan exchanged excited glances. The door was closed. A small bedside light was burning. Jean turned on the radio and sighed.
"Do you know what to do, Gary?" she asked, giggling a little.
"Uh ... I think so," Gary answered. "My dad told me all about it. Which of you girls wants to go first?"
Joan smiled hesitantly. "You go first, Jean," she urged. "I want to watch. You're the brave one.
Jean giggled in excitement. "I'd love to," she squealed. "Then I can watch you after Gary pops my cherry."
Jean turned around and looked at Gary. "Is your cock hard, Gary?" she asked licking her lips with the point of her little pink tongue. "I can get it hard for you, if you want me to."
Gary laughed. He pulled off his pants and Jean squealed in excitement as his cock jerked out and stood stiffly up.
"My damn cock's been hard all night," he growled. "I thought we'd never get back here. It's been like this ever since my Dad started telling me how to pop a cherry."
Joan bent down and gave his hard cock a little lick with her tongue. "I guess you don't need me to suck it hard," she sighed. "It's sticking straight out like a pole already."
"Hurry up and take off your clothes, Jean." Gary urged. "I can't fuck you unless you get your clothes off."
Jean unzipped her dress and hung it over the back of a chair. In just a few seconds she was completely naked. She shivered slightly as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I wonder if it's going to hurt when you do it. Gary. Mom said that sometimes it hurts a little.'' "Yeah," Gary agreed. "That's what Dad told me too Are you sure you want to do it?"
You bet I do," Jean sighed. "I don't care how much it hurts. Mom said it only hurts once and then it's fun every time after that."
Let me see your cherry," Gary instructed. "Let me put my finger in and see whether it's going to hurt or not."
Jean spread her legs widely. "Go ahead," she urged.
Her legs quivered as his face neared the pink, open expanse of her cunt. Then she remembered what they had done at the swimming hole and her pussy started to cream hotly.
Suck my pussy a little bit, Gary," she urged. Make me nice and hot before you put your cock in."
Gary nodded. He slipped his tongue out and licked all around her trembling pussyslit. His tongue dipped a little way into her steamy pussymouth and he wiggled it around hornily.
Ooooooh." Jean moaned. "Oh, yes, Gary. That feels so good when you lick me like that."
Gary's tongue slipped in the slippery cream coating her hot pussy. It seemed like her pussy was hotter now than it had been this afternoon. It was wetter too. He could tell that she was good and ready for his hard cock.
His cock ached. He felt like he was going to die if he didn't sink it into her hot pussy soon. It was swollen up and it throbbed painfully.
He thrust his whole face in her gaping pussy and licked wildly, paying particular attention to her trembling little clitty. He lashed it back and forth with the tip of his tongue until she moaned and squealed. The pussyjuice poured from her spasming cuntmouth until her whole pussyslit was slippery and wet.
"Do it now, Gary," she moaned urgently. "Pop my cherry. I'm so hot. Now, Gar ... Now!"
She reached out for his hard cock and wrapped her fingers around the hot pole of flesh. She jerked her hand up and down and moaned lustily.
"Pop my cherry," she squealed. "Do it, Gary. Do it!"
She let go of his hard cock and opened her legs wide. She humped her little butt up and held her arms out, just like she had seen her Mom do. She was ready to be fucked at last.
Gary knelt quickly between her widely-spread legs. He grasped his throbbing cock and aimed it straight at her snapping pussymouth. The swollen tip bumped up against her cunthole and pressed against the tiny little mouth of flesh.
"Ooooooh. Poke it in, Gary. Shove it hard. Do it, pleeeeease!"
Gary crouched over her trembling body and began to push his long stiff cock into her tiny, pulsing hole. It was tighter than he'd thought it would be. He pushed harder and groaned.
"Ooooooh," Jean squealed. "It's going in, Gary. Push harder. Fuck the cherry out of me'" Jean shivered in excitement. His cock felt awfully big but it didn't really hurt either. It just seemed like it was caught on something.
She spread her legs wider. She felt like her pussy was going to split wide open. She threw her arms around his butt and helped him push.
Gary gave a mighty lunge. His cock slid in a little farther and then he heard a faint pop. Suddenly his cock slid all the way into her tight, hot cunt ... all the way up to his balls. It felt wonderful! It was tight and hot. Her pussy was wrapped tightly around his hard cock and it was shaking and squeezing wildly.
"Aaaaaagh," he moaned. "It's in, Jean. We did it. Your cherry's popped."
Jean moaned too. She couldn't believe that it had been so easy. Her pussy felt a little sore but it didn't really hurt. She wiggled her hips experimentally and felt his cock throb inside her tight, silken sheath.
"Now we can really fuck, Gary," she moaned. "Fuck me just like your Dad fucked my Mom." Gary drew his cock almost out of her grasping pussymouth. Then he shoved it in again. He fucked her in long, slow strokes, just like he had seen his Dad do. He felt her pussy throb and squeeze tightly.
"How is it, Jean?" he asked eagerly. "Does it feel good?"
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "It feels wonderful, Gary. Fuck me hard now. Fuck me so hard that I come."
Gary started to fuck faster. He felt Jean push her pussy up to meet his plunging cock. Her hips swirled and her whole cunt shook. She squealed and dug her nails into his back. Her little pussy creamed furiously.
"Oh, God, Gary. It's so good," she moaned. "I never knew it would be this good. Ooooooh."
Gary drove his cock into her pussy like a pile-driver. He slammed furiously and the harder he fucked her, the more she squealed. He felt his cum build up with dizzying speed and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he blasted his hot load into her sweet shaking pussy.
"Oh, Jean. I'm gonna come. I can't stop it. Do you want me to come now? Can I shoot my hot cum in your pussy?"
Jean shuddered. She was close to coming too. She felt the thrills get stronger and stronger as his cock banged into her hot pussy.
"Yes," she hissed. "Shoot all your cum up my pussy. Do it, Gary. Fill my cunt with hot cum. Blast me full."
Gary yelped in delight. He felt his hot sperm fly out of the tip of his cock and blast up her tight pussymouth. It was like a volcano erupting. He blasted and blasted until all of his hot cum was splattered up her cunt.
He felt her body tense and then she was coming too ... clawing at his back and screaming out her pleasure. Her pussy shook until he was sure that she would shake his cock right out. She shuddered violently and then she was still.
Gary struggled to stop panting. It was hard to get his breath back. Fucking was hard work but he'd rather do that than any kind of excercise he could think of. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Jean.
"Well?" he asked. "Did you like it?"
Jean giggled lustily. She wiggled her hips a little bit and his soft cock popped out of her pussy.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "I just loved it, Gary. I can hardly wait to do it again."
Joan sat there staring at Jean and Gary. Then Jean's words sank into her numbed brain. She jumped to her feet and started taking off her clothes.
"Oh, no you don't. Jean Saunders!" she hollered. "You're going to wear him out, and I haven't even had my turn yet. Gary's got to fuck me too. I'm not going to be the only one in this house with a cherry."
Gary looked over at Joan. Her titties were bouncing in the light as she slipped out of her dress.
"What a way to go," he muttered. "What a beautiful, fucking way to go."
Joan climbed up on the bed and rolled Gary off Jean's body. She looked down at his soft prick and her eyes misted in disappointment. "Oh," she gasped. "Oh, Jean. You've used it all up and now there's not enough left for me."
Gary laughed. Joan looked like she was ready to cry. He reached out and kissed her lightly.
"Just give me a second, honey," he reassured her. "If you let me catch my breath my cock'll get hard again. You'll see."
Joan heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness," she sighed. Then she smiled lustily.
"Will it help if I suck on it Gary? It got nice and hard when I sucked on it this afternoon."
Gary grinned happily. "I think that just might do the trick," he agreed. "Why don't you try it and see what happens?"
Joan lowered her head to Gary's cock. She picked it up in her fingers and grasped it tightly. Then she swirled her tongue over the tip. She felt Gary's hips lurch upward.
"Hold it in your mouth and suck on it," he hissed. "It'll get hard right in your hot mouth."
Joan popped his soft cock all the way in her mouth and sucked greedily. She could taste the rich creaminess of her sister's pussyjuice along with the heady musk of Gary's cum. It was an exciting taste and she felt her pussy cream as she sucked.
Then it happened. Gary's cock started to grow. It stiffened and jerked. It grew so long that it poked right down her hot, slippery throat. She moaned in excitement. She had gotten Gary's cock hard. Now he could fuck her too.
She gave one last suck on his cock. Her tongue wrapped around his long shaft and licked teasingly. Then she let his stiff prick pop out of her mouth with a wet, sticky plop.
Gary looked down at the size of his cock. It was rock-hard and throbbing. It glistened in the light from Joan's sucking. It was red and hard and very eager to plunge into her virgin pussy hole.
"Want me to lick you first, like I did with Jean?" he asked. He was getting all turned on with the idea of wiggling his hot tongue in her creamy little pussyhole.
"Ooooooh. I'd love it," Joan sighed.
She rolled over on her back and spread her legs. Then she reached down with her fingertips and pulled apart the puffy lips of her cunt. "Here it is, Gary. My pussy's all ready for you."
Gary lowered his face to her pussy. He took a deep breath. He loved the way her pussy smelled. It was sweet and exciting, like expensive perfume. He felt his cock jerk lustily. Jesus! Just being this close to her sweet cunt was making his cock throb. He could hardly wait to get it inside that tight pussymouth of hers. If she was half as good a fuck as her sister had been, it would be well worth it.
He opened his lips and sucked her hot little clit into his mouth. He could feel her shudder as his tongue licked lustily over her little love bump. He licked harder, until her whole pussy was drenched with cream.
"Aaaaaagh," Joan sighed. "I love it, Gary."
Joan loved the feeling that Gary's slippery hot tongue gave her. She felt his lips clamp down on her clit and she almost died with pleasure. She didn't see how fucking could possibly be any better than feeling his hot tongue on her clitty, but she was determined to try it. Jean had sure acted like she had a good time. She had squealed and moaned so loudly that Joan had almost been embarrassed. If it was that good for Jean, it was bound to be good for her too.
Gary's tongue switched directions. It slid wetly down her slippery pussygroove and rimmed the tight clenching hole of her cunt. Then it wiggled in and pushed steadily. "Ooooooh," she moaned.
Her tight little pussy nipped at his tongue. It felt so good. If his tongue felt this good, poking just part-way up her tiny pussychannel, his cock was going to feel terrific. She could hardly wait.
Gary pushed his tongue in further. He didn't seem to be able to sink it all the way into her hot little pussymouth. There seemed to be something in the way. He wiggled it around but he couldn't get past the barrier of flesh in the way. He hadn't had that difficulty with Jean. His tongue had slipped into her pussyhole easily.
Gary remembered what his Dad had told him. Some girl's cherries were harder to pop. He was afraid that Joan's cherry was one of the hard ones. He hoped it wouldn't be too hard. He knew she wanted to fuck and he sure didn't want to disappoint her.
Joan was moaning steadily now. Her pussy was creaming like a fire engine. She was almost delirious with pleasure.
Gary sat up and took a deep breath. Now was the time. He would try to pop her cherry fast, before she really knew what was happening. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her so much that way.
Gary swiveled around and reversed positions. He knelt between her widely-spread thighs and grasped his spit-soaked prick. He nudged the wide swollen head of his cock up against the tight little mouth of her cunt.
"Ooooooh," Joan moaned. She knew what he was about to do and she felt her pussy tighten instinctively. She was a little frightened of his big, hard cock.
Gary drew back and rammed his cock forward as hard as he could. It lodged against her cherry and stuck there. He couldn't push it in any farther.
"Owwww!" Joan squealed. "Oh, Gary. It hurts! You're never going to be able to get your big cock in my little pussy."
Gary was inclined to agree. It felt like his cock was barred by a solid wall of flesh. He debated whether he should give up. He wasn't a quitter though. He would make one more attempt.
He drew his cock out and thrust forward again, even harder this time. His cock flew up her pussychannel and stuck at the same spot. There was no way he could drive it in any further.
Joan's face contorted in pain. "Nooooo, Gary," she cried. "It just won't go. Your cock's too big and it hurts."
Jean had been sitting on the bed, quietly watching. When she saw Joan's face wrinkle up in pain she knew that there was one thing that was different about the two of them. Joan's cherry was thicker. It was going to be impossible for Gary to fuck her, unless she helped.
"Wait a minute Gary," she said, managing to avoid Joan's painful gaze. "Let me help. I've got an idea. It's going to hurt when you bust Joan's cherry so we have to think of something to get her to relax and take her mind off the pain."
Joan nodded slowly. She was ready to try anything. She wanted to fuck so bad that she could cry. She longed to feel Gary's hard cock in her pussy. She wanted to feel all the wonderful thrills that Jean had felt. It hurt though. She managed to smile at Jean.
"I'll do anything," she gasped. "What's your idea, Jean? I really want to fuck."
"Well ... " Jean said grinning. "You know how hot you get when I suck on your nipples. Every time I do that, you practically go out of your head. I'll suck your titties while Gary shoves his cock in your pussy. That way you'll be thinking about your titties and your pussy will be all relaxed. I'm sure Gary can get his cock in that way."
"O.K. Let's do it," Joan agreed eagerly. "Anything to get Gary's cock inside. I've got to get rid of this damn cherry."
Gary smiled at Jean in admiration. It might just work at that. As a matter of fact, it sounded like a damn good idea! He was never going to be able to pop her cherry by himself. He needed all the help he could get.
Jean lowered her mouth to Joan's nipple and began to suck. She squeezed her sister's firm titties until they were throbbing hotly. She ran her tongue over Joan's nipples and clamped her lips around them. Then she signalled to Gary. Joan was moaning so hard from Jean's expert tittie-licking that she wouldn't even notice Gary's cock driving into her.
Gary could feel Joan's pussy pulsing around his cock. He was only in an inch, but her virgin cunt was so deliciously tight and hot that he just had to feel the rest of it. He had to get in all the way. Both girls were counting on him He drew back slowly. Joan didn't seem to notice his withdrawal. She was much too intent on Jean's hot mouth sucking her quivering, stiff nipples.
Gary was ready now ... poised just at the rim of her tight little pussyhole. He gathered together all the strength that he had and rammed his cock into her with savage intensity.
"Aaaaaaaagh," Joan shrieked, as his cock split her pussy open and jammed all the way into her wildly throbbing cunt.
Gary heaved a sigh of relief. He was through, at last. He felt her pussy give around his swollen cockhead and he plunged right in up to his balls in her deliciously hot cunt tunnel.
Joan sobbed wildly. It was over, but it still hurt. It felt like his cock was a red-hot poker, ramming up her tight pussychute.
She was dimly aware of Jean's squeal of delight. She heard Gary's grateful sigh, but her pussy still hurt so badly she wanted to die.
"Fuck her now, Gary," she heard Jean insist. "Fuck her nice and slow until it feels good."
Then Gary was sinking his cock up her painful pussychannel with slow, even strokes. It hurt dreadfully at first. Her torn little pussy felt sore from his brutal thrust but there was something else there too. It was beginning to feel better ... and better ... and better.
She moved her hips cautiously. It didn't hurt at all anymore. It was starting to feel wonderful.
"That's it," Gary coaxed. "Just relax and enjoy it. Now it's going to be great."
He stroked a little faster. Joan lifted her hips up to meet his plunging cock. The pain was all gone now and little bursts of pleasure started to fill her creamy pussy.
Her face was flushed and horny. The lusty pleasure was building up in her hot cunt and she wiggled her hips wildly under his thrusts.
"Oh. It's good, Gary," she gasped. "Fucking is fun."
Gary slipped his hands under her trembling little butt. He pulled her pussy up tighter beneath him. He was thrusting harder and deeper now and Joan was loving it. He could feel her pussy throb and squeeze around his thick cock.
Then her legs slid around his back and her arms hugged him tightly. She whimpered and panted, feeling the thrills build up to a crashing crescendo of pleasure.
"Doesn't it feel good now, honey? Do you like my hard cock in your pussy?"
Joan shuddered wildly. Something was happening. It was the same kind of feeling she got when Jean licked her little clit only it was ten times better. Gary's hard thrusting cock was going to make her cum. She held her breath in delicious anticipation.
Jean noticed the expression on Joan's face She knew what Joan was feeling. Just minutes before, she had experienced those very same wild thrills.
"You're going to come, aren't you Joan?' she gasped. "You're going to come with Gary's hard cock in your pussy."
Joan gasped. "Yes," she squealed. "I'm coming, Gary. Shoot me full of your hot cream. My pussy's coming!"
Gary's balls swelled up. He banged into her pussy like a wild stallion, lunging and plunging in delicious relief. Then his cock shot out burst after burst of hot cum, right up her shaking, slippery pussytunnel.
"YYYYAAAA," he yelled. "Here it is honey. Here's my cum!"
Joan's hips thrashed. She panted wildly. She almost passed out from sheer delight a his hot cream flew up her pussy ana splattered against the softness of he quivering womb.
"Oh, God," she moaned, when it was ove "I'm so glad you popped my cherry. Oh, thank you, Jean. Thank you for helping."
Gary rolled over. He glanced down at his limp cock and patted it proudly. It had gotten quite a work-out tonight. Two virgins. He didn't think anyone could be that lucky.
* * *
Carla heard the sound of the upstairs shower running. The kids were laughing and squealing. It sounded like all three of them were taking a shower together. She giggled happily.
"I think our sex-education classes were a success," she said, snuggling in Lee's strong arms.
"It sounds that way," Lee replied slowly. "I don't think we have to be on stand-by anymore, do you?"
"Noooo," Carla answered, laughing softly. "It sounds like the kids have had their fun."
She looked up at him and winked lasciviously. "How about coming into my bedroom and having a little fun of our own."
Lee grinned lustily. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, smiling hornily.
They left the door open, just in case the kids needed another lesson.