Hot For Little Stevie is the maiden voyage of a powerful new novelist from Palm Springs, California. Doris Cummings is happily married to a retired real estate broker and lives quietly in a palm tree shrouded little oasis high up on a rocky hillside. The view from Mrs. Cummings' living room is one of the most breathtaking sights in the entire desert, especially at night with all the lights of the pleasure city glittering like multi-colored diamonds.
But that has little to do with Mrs. Cummings' first novel for Surrey House, Inc. She had to ask us nothing about our needs as publishers, her manuscript was that perfect. She seemed to have almost everything in the exact right place ... especially little Stevie's right thing in the right place.
That little Stevie was her very own little girl's new boy-friend didn't stop Pam Douglas from lusting after his hot little boy body ... not at all, and Mrs. Douglas would stop at nothing until she had all of horny little Stevie's most desirable assets clutched tightly into her lustful grip. That it was necessary to slip into total incest with her own son, in order to accomplish her hedonistic desires, meant little to Pam Douglas.
All in all, Hot For Little Stevie offers, and delivers, some of the most thought-provoking reading to appear in many months. Welcome, if you will, Mrs. Doris Cummings to the ranks of Rated X's bestsellerdom.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Christ but his cock is big for being such a kid, she thought as, outside in the backyard, the two teenagers stood intimately close in front of the lighted pool. The moon was bright, making it easy for the woman inside the house to see the bulging largeness of the boy's crotch under the narrow tight trunks.
Pam Douglas watched from the darkened room, fighting the jealousy, wishing she was in her daughter's place. Every time she looked at Jim Nelson her pussy started tingling with desire. He was so much like the delivery boy, Steve Brown, she'd seduced several months ago. That experience had sparked an unexpected lust for young boys with powerful cocks that could so easily load and reload. She'd even found herself unnerved by the fact that her own boy, Rod, was more than old enough to enjoy pussy. She'd never think of doing anything to him-but Jim was something totally different. And this young male animal had revealed obvious interest in Pam, as well as her daughter Candy, who was now teasingly thrusting her young, large breasts almost against the boy's naked chest.
Candy was too voluptuous and mature for a girl of fourteen. It wouldn't be long before some boy took advantage of her. This thought frightened Pam, yet she could hardly keep watch every minute of every day.
Right now, though, Pam's thoughts were centered only on the lusting desire for a young hard boy cock. Jim Nelson's big teenage prick. like Steve Brown, he seemed to have a continuous hard-on.
God, I'm horny, Pam realized, her hand reaching down and caressing her soggy pussy. Just the thought of fucking Jim is too much.
She hadn't been screwed for months. Steve was the last cock she'd had shortly before divorcing Jack Douglas. Their marriage had been ail-but sexless for too long; Jack, she had learned a short time before, was screwing his secretary. Because of their two children she had remained silent, hoping to keep the marriage going. In the last months she'd gotten in the habit of drinking in the afternoons, getting drunk by evening. Steve delivered for the local liquor store and right from the first there was an immediate mutual, almost electric, desire for one another. He couldn't keep his eyes off her voluptuous body and she found herself unconsciously posing sensually, thrusting out her breasts, sometimes braless, just for the thrill of watching the young male stud squirm with desire, to see the largeness of his prick under the tight pants he wore. He wanted her bad. And as the weeks went by she became more and more obsessed by the idea of actually giving in. Then one afternoon, a little more drunk than ever before, she found the temptation impossible to resist any longer.
Pam had been taking a shower when she had the idea of ordering a bottle of whiskey merely to have Steve come over. Just to look at him, to see that bulging crotch grow larger by the second, teased her into such an erotic fit that she found herself caressing her big breasts until they ached like hard large knots.
God, I'm hot, she thought in tormented anguish, hands running down across a flat, firm stomach until fingers were touching the mass of curly black pussy-hairs.
Pam was a tall, voluptuously built woman who had managed to keep her body in perfect shape through daily exercises. Rather than looking thirty-five, she appeared more like a maturely developed twenty-one-year-old. Many strangers made the mistake of thinking Candy was her sister.
With the warm shower water raining down on her tingling nude body, Pam actually began trembling with desire. In her mind young Steve was there naked, his cock huge in her imagination, big and throbbing, just inches from the extended lips of her pussy, now parted wide between the fingers of her trembling hands. Slowly Pam started stroking her cunt with lingering caresses.
"Oh, ohhh ... God ... oh, Steve ... oh...." she moaned in heavenly pleasure.
Licking full, pouty, dimpled lips, Pam hungered to feel the little boy's hard cock between them, to suck on it, while at the same time imagining Steve's young prick touching, caressing, loving her pussy.
Steve was a dark-haired boy of fifteen, standing about five feet eleven inches, just a little taller than Pam. He had wide, strong shoulders, a narrow waist, and always wore very tight jeans that brazenly revealed the large meaty cock pressing up under them-which she now imagined naked, stroking the erotic outer lips of her cunt. Every time he came to her house she almost trembled at the very sight of him, wanting desperately to feel that young prick, to fondle it, suck on the head, then finally slide it into her tingling, cock-hungry pussy.
And ever since letting Jack Douglas fuck her a few months before they hurriedly got married, she had been desperately cock-hungry. Her prudish up-bringing made it possible to resist the longing she'd developed to know more than one man-to cheat-and even possess more than one cock at a time. In order to get release, she'd read a lot of sexy books, finger-fucking herself, developing an active and sophisticated erotic imagination.
In the shower it was Steve's imaginary cock caressing her pussy, not her own fingers. It was Steve's big boy prick that teased her mouth, filled her throat.
"Oh, God ... ohhh ... ughhh ... ohhh," she kept groaning as her fingers continued to slip slowly in and out of her pussy, against the clit. She got three fingers into that hot buttery hole and it wasn't enough. She continued jerking faster and faster, groaning, trembling and finally arching up in total orgastic pleasure.
"Ohmmm. Uhmm ... mom ... oh ... God. ... yes ... yesss ... oh, fuck ... fuck me. ... fuck me with that beautiful prick ... oh, heavenly fucking cock ... ohhh ... yesss ... yes ... Steve, yes ... YES. God ... oh, God. Christ ... YES!"
Pam was arched forward, the spray of the shower water streaming powerfully around her thrusting hips, pussy, flooding over it like some gigantic cumming cock, drowning her cunt in imaginary male cream as she came and came again and again.
Gasping, gulping frantically, then falling back against the wall of the shower, she panted in the aftermath of that multiple orgasm.
But it wasn't enough.
It would be so easy, she thought, like so many, times in the past, especially when alone in bed, knowing that Jack was with his secretary fucking her slut-like cunt.
Drunk more than usual, Pam was teased beyond control over the idea of having Steve deliver an order of unneeded booze, simply so she could look at him, dream, and maybe this time, making the final step to possess his big young cock.
The last few times he had come over they had talked some, she'd given him a Coke and they sat near one another, silently communicating an erotic need which was almost over-powering. It would have taken nothing more than a word, a suggestive move on her part to actually spark their mutual desire into an uncontrolled and wanton orgy sex.
Today, tempted like that, Pam knew it just might be possible to be pushed to take that last step and. ... She trembled at the thought.
Sober, Pam would have fought such temptations; guilt would have brought shame. Screwing Steve was only a step away from screwing her own teenage son. Yet the slim difference was enough to create a continued anguish, possessing her night and day, for weeks, especially after learning Jack was cheating. He hadn't fucked her for weeks-in fact, almost two months-and even then it had been a disappointing thing. In youth he'd been great, at thirty-nine he was easily tired, good for only one quick cum.
Getting out of the shower she dried, put on a silk robe, phoned the liquor store and waited, nervously pacing the floor, a glass of straight whiskey in her right hand, telling herself nothing would really happen, that she wouldn't give in to this craving for little Steve's big pecker.
When she opened the door for him, his face almost blanched in surprise, blue eyes wide as they automatically swept over her lush body. She almost had a cum under that hot, wanton stare.
They stood there for what seemed hours, staring at one another. It couldn't have been more than a minute-if that.
Jack's fucking cunt, she thought bitterly. Why shouldn't I cheat, too? It was a statement she'd made to herself a lot of times in the past weeks. Now she was just horny and drunk enough to screw a Coke bottle.
"Hi, Mrs. Douglas," Steve said huskily. "Where do you want me to put it?"
For a frantic moment she couldn't help thinking he was talking about his prize cock, not the bottle of booze.
"Oh, in the kitchen," she instructed, wondering how surprised he'd be if he knew what she was really thinking. In the kitchen, any place; on the floor, bed, sofa, a chair. Her pussy was fairly flooding with sex-juice.
She followed him, watched as he placed the bottle on the sink, turned. His hauntingly mature eyes ran lustfully down her body as it he wanted to devour it.
A thrill whipped along her spine, slamming deep into the chambers of her juiced-up pussy.
God, his cock is big and hard, she realized, tortured with desire and quilt, wanting and afraid. Pam knew it would be impossible to keep her hands off him; that today she would fuck his hard little pecker, no matter what.
"Sure hot, isn't it; he said a little boldly, but Steve had already shown signs of being a little mature for his age, a little cocky, acting out the pussy-chaser. The tone of his voice implied much; his eyes said the rest. Consciously or unconsciously he was letting her know she was naked under the robe.
"Yes ... I had to take a shower to cool off...." The robe flowed gracefully about her breasts as Pam ran her fingers nervously through her long black hair. She took a deep breath so that her boobs surged large against the top of the robe.
"Yes ... I..." The boy stammered, eyes popping at the sight of her tits pushing at the silk cloth. "Yes...."
He sounded and looked like a child-a mature male child-so desperately wanting to run and at the same time to fling himself into her arms, smother lips against her boobs. It was the first time she'd ever appeared in such a near naked manner before him.
"Makes a guy thirsty, doesn't it?" he finally managed. It was an awkward hint that he wasn't in a hurry to leave, that he lusted to continue looking at her, that he hoped he'd somehow get a chance to see more than the robe now revealed.
Every nerve in her body screamed to merely open the robe, then get at his big cock. Instinctively she shook her shoulders back, took another deep breath, arched her hips forward. Pam thrilled to the quick red flush that came to Steve's cheeks.
He was just a boy; a kid. Yet this very element turned her on even more. Chances were that some older woman would introduce him to sex, anyway-so why not her, now, today? She hoped that Rod would be lucky enough to have his first sex with a mature experienced woman. She'd been unnerved for some time by the fact that at fourteen her son was old enough to have already screwed cunt. She'd discovered cum-smeared tissues under his bed several months ago and experienced an unwanted and unexpected erotic thrill. It was a damn shame that society frowned on the idea of a mother teaching her son how to fuck. She could only hope he'd find some understanding, mature cunt to introduce him to sex.
That thought brought her attention back to Steve.
"Stick around. ... I'll give you a Coke."
"Say, that would be great!" All this time his eyes had continued to fairly devour Pam's neckline, which, to his obvious delight, had parted slightly.
And, Pam thought, in a little while I'll have a cock.
Her eyes fell to his crotch and it was difficult to keep from gasping in uncontrolled desire.
God, that's huge! And for such a young kid. A long tube-like bulge lifted from his crotch up almost to the tip of the boy's belt. It was apparent he had a very long and thick prick-in full youthful erection.
"Good." She got a Coke and opened it for him. As he took the bottle, his eyes dropped instinctively to her neckline, revealing even more bulging flesh than before. He could see the deep, lovely valley between the mature creamy white, smooth breasts.
She couldn't help saying: "like what you see?"
"What?" The boy sounded scared silly, as if caught in the act of jacking off.
She chuckled, causing her boobs to dance sensually against the silky cloth. "Oh, come on, you're old enough to admit the truth."
"I ... I'm sorry ... I ... didn't mean ... to stare. ... " he stammered, even though he couldn't bring his eyes away from her tight tits.
"But you are, aren't you?" It was impossible to keep from teasing him this way. "But, then ... I'm really flattered. Do you think I'm attractive?"
He gulped on empty air, finally managed to look away.
"That's all right, you can look all you want. I like having a man look at me like that. It gives me a real charge ... in fact a sexy thrill deep down where it hurts the best."
His eyes flashed back to hers. The wanton desire there was merely a bland reflection of her own overpowering need.
"You do like looking at me, don't you?" she challenged in a thick voice. When he hesitated, she added: "Come on, tell the truth. There's nothing wrong with wanting to look at me like that. In fact, I'd be disappointed if you didn't want to."
When he still couldn't speak, she giggled, making it sound young, almost teenage. "Bet if I was a girl your age you'd know what to say ... and what to do...."
"I ... guess so. ... " he managed in such a thick, husky voice it sounded as if he was near an orgasm.
"Why not act like I am a girl your age, then? I like being admired by men. Especially when you look at me ... this way."
"You do?" He sounded amazed, getting over his first nervous embarrassment.
"Of course. Don't you know how exciting you are to a woman like me? I'm sure you've thought about me ... well ... in a sexy way, haven't you?"
"I ... gosh, Mrs. Douglas-"
"Pam ... call me Pam, won't you?"
"Well, gosh, Pam ... I mean ... you're something out of sight."
"I guess I am ... in a way . . , right now. ... " She was thinking that the robe was hiding most of what he wanted to see-making her ail-but totally out of sight. "Would you like it if I wasn't?"
"Wasn't ... what?"
"Out of sight?" She smiled seductively.
"I don't understand..."
"Ever wanted to really see me?" She let the robe part a little more, suggestively, but not very revealing. "Oh, that!" he blurted. "Ever seen a woman's body?" "Sure."
"I mean naked. I'm sure the young girls..." She let that stand for a moment, but when he didn't reply, added: "I'll bet the girls can't keep their hands off you."
"Oh, I guess they dig me enough," he admitted, too brazenly. He was still unsure, puzzled by her attitude.
"I dig you a lot, Steve. Does that surprise you?"
"You do?" He fairly choked on the words.
"Of course. Why shouldn't I? You're old enough to desire females ... and I'm certainly a female and just go weak inside with an exciting male ... if you know what I mean."
"I guess so," he admitted a little more boldly, even though he was still unsure what she was offering.
"Ever do it to a girl?"
"What?"
"You know, make it ... all the way?"
"You mean screw ... oh, I'm sorry. ... "
"Fuck a girl? I like words like that ... they're so thrilling."
"Sure, a couple ... just kids, though."
"Ever like to do it with a real woman? A mature one?"
They were now standing in front of the sofa and Pam slowly, seductively sat, arranging herself so that the top of her robe really parted.
"Come on, sit next to me," she offered, and as he did so, she reached out and patted his head, ruffling his dark hair, but controlled the urge to reach down and stroke his thumping cock.
The young man's eyes were fairly bulging. She knew he was stunned by the sight of her naked boobs and tight cherry pink tits. Shifting so he could get even a better view, she frowned mockingly, as if just noticing the strange expression possessing his tormented face. "What's wrong?"
"You ... you're...." He was stammering, but his eyes kept flicking from one naked breast to the other.
Without closing the robe, and in fact leaning forward slightly, causing her boobs to push even further out, she teasingly asked: "Oh, come on, I bet you've seen a lot of naked breasts before."
He gulped, looked away, gulped again, then said: "I ... yes."
His cock jerked frantically under those tight jeans.
"Would you like to do more than look?" she offered, hands parting the robe even wider, letting it fall slightly off her wide shoulders.
"God ... are you putting me on?"
"Hardly."
Pam all at once went out of control unable to fight her need any longer. She reached out and grabbed at his crotch. "I'm not kidding, Steve. Not at all."
Her fingers were stroking up and down the length of his cock. She'd never felt such a big prick in her life; Jack's hadn't been this hard for her in years.
The full length of Steve's prick amazed Pam. She was almost cumming as she continued exploring that shaft, feeling the bulging head at the end, desperate to get it naked so she could put it between her lips, suck and tongue that magnificent prong until it filled her mouth with young boy cream. Then get it hard again so she could clamp her buttery cunt around its total length; fuck it dry-all day.
I bet this hurts terribly," she managed to rasp. "Wouldn't you like me to make it feel better?"
She toyed sensually with the top of his pants, and for a moment hesitated before impulsively taking hold of the zipper and pulling it slowly down. The young boy didn't move. He looked frightened and at the same time desperately anxious.
Pam was out of control by now. Sanity had disappeared even before Steve had arrived. The only thing that mattered was possessing his cock, totally. She couldn't even think of anything else.
How things developed so quickly after that, Pam never quite knew. It seemed he was closer, she was leaning over, looking hungrily down at him, at his young boyish features, which were now totally contorted with naked desire. The booze had really taken control of her reactions; his nearness and the feel of that cock had done the rest.
"Would you like ... me to undress you?" she inquired. But her fingers had already reached into his open fly and slipped under his jocks, feeling the long hard rod.
"Do you like that?"
He merely moaned as her fingers caressed down along that bulging hot shaft, wrapping about the thickness at the base, then pulling the beautiful prong free. Her hands moved up slowly to the bulging head, giving its shaft a sensual firm squeeze.
"Oh, that's beautiful," she moaned in a fiery state of ecstasy. It was happening; really happening.
His eyes were now openly feasting on her totally exposed breasts hanging down like huge ripe melons under her chest as she leaned over.
"You're ... not. . .kidding ... are ... you?" he moaned, cock jerking powerfully in her firm embrace.
Giving his prick a quick tug, then gently moving her hand up and down on the shaft, thrilling to the silken hard warmth, she asked: "Does that feel like I'm kidding, Steve?"
"No . . .golly ... no ... but...."
"Don't you want me to?"
"Oh ... Mrs. Douglas-"
"Pam, Steve, Pam."
"Yes ... Pam ... golly yes ... I just ... can't believe it."
"I've ... wanted to ... for a long time...." Her lips were almost touching the bloated rubbery purple head of his beautiful boyish cock.
"Really?"
"Really...."
She didn't remember much about what happened after that until they were in her bedroom. Somehow she'd stood, drawing him up after her. Moments later they were standing in front of her large king-size bed.
Slowly she dropped the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
As the boy started to get undressed, she cried out: "No ... let me."
Then dropping down to her knees before him, slipping trembling arms about his waist, she stared at the extended length of that huge cock sticking out from his crotch, tongue licking back and forth between full, sensual red lips.
She'd never wanted anything so much in her life and now here it was, hers to have, possess, take, suck, fuck, devour again and again until the young boy's still forming nuts had been totally drained.
Pam's cunt fairly burned in ecstasy as her hands caressed his strong muscular thighs, then she folded fingers around that arching, stiff shaft. The young prick was so rigid and flaming hot, rock hard that the very feel of it gave her pussy a convulsive orgasm. She was panting heavily against the head, then her tongue reached out, touched the end, and for a moment all hell broke loose.
CHAPTER TWO
The instant Pam felt Steve's prick against her tongue, she went wild, leaning forward, pressing moist lips against its tip, then without even realizing she'd done so, was sucking furiously on the shaft, head thrashing back and forth. A few seconds later she froze, realizing he might be shocked, horrified, stunned by this oral sexual attack.
Fighting the desire to continue sucking his prick until he spurted and spurted again and again the creamy cum she so hungered for, Pam released his cock.
"I couldn't help ... it ... that's beautiful ... I love it ... Steve ... I...." Even as Pam spoke those words she was running her fingers up and down his shaft, letting the foreskin move back and forth, up and over the head, then drawing it down, low, to thrillingly expose the hard pulsing head and shaft, which she stared hungrily at. The sight was almost too much.
"Would ... you like me to suck on it some more ... like that?" she moaned desperately, pleading.
"Boy ... would I!"
That was all she needed to hear. She let her tongue lick up caressingly along the underside, just under the swelling, meaty head.
Her fingers drew back the foreskin and with a gasp of uncontrolled desire, she slipped her tongue across the underside of his cock, just beyond the swollen head.
"God ... ohhh ... God ... Mrs ... Pam...."
He moaned in ecstasy as her tongue licked his young pecker, then caressed up over the bulging head to flick across the cum-hole.
"Do you like that?" she asked, breathing against the end of his hot cock.
"Golly, Pam ... that's fantastic!"
"Ever have a girl do that before?"
"Golly, no!"
"How'd you like me to put it in my mouth, Steve?" she offered in a throaty voice. "Really eat you."
"Are you kidding?"
"Hardly ... men like that ... and a real woman just loves giving a man a good cocksucking. Think you'd like that, Steve?"
"Yes ... yes...."
He was visibly trembling and Pam now took hold of his arching prong at the base, lowering the point so it was directed at her now parted lips. Her tongue reached out and licked across the tip of his pecker, then she moved her head forward, letting the end of that throbbing cock slide easily between lips and teeth, which closed ever so slowly, becoming a gentle, loving moist vise about its pulsing cylinder.
The young boy moaned softly as she gave his prick a slow, prolonged suck, letting her lips slide down, then up, until they were embracing only the trembling, throbbing cockhead.
"I ... I ... might ... cum...." he warned in a tortured voice.
Pam released his cock, said: "Do it ... cum all you want."
"In your mouth?"
"In my mouth ... let me have all your cream ... then we can do it right."
"Right?" he asked, puzzled sounding, but apparently merely dazed by the wonder of her offer.
"Yes ... really do it right ... I want to feel your beautiful big cock in my pussy. I'll let you give it all you have..."
Then he cried out in orgastic pleasure as her tongue slipped under his cock and her lips slowly clamped about its shaft, sliding forward to take in as much as she could, until she felt the head against the back of her throat. Pam started sucking powerfully on his rod, moving her tongue in licking motions under that rigid pulsing pole.
She was sucking rhythmically on his prong, determined to get his nuts off as quickly as possible, anxious to feel that rigid pole churning in her pussy after she'd eaten the warm creamy cum juices of his first orgasm.
He moaned, then suddenly she felt his cock jerk powerfully in her mouth, rippling as the first wave of his orgasm shot furiously along the shaft then out the end, spurting creamy warm juice in convulsive spasms down her throat. She continued sucking again and again as he kept shooting cum deep into her gulping mouth.
"Ugg...." Squirt. "God...." Squirt. "Ugh!"
Squirt. "Ugh!"
His hips were shoving back and forth, ramming that cock in and out of her now convulsively sucking lips.
Pam was trembling, having an orgasm deep in her pussy, shuddering in response to the wonderful, delicious taste of his young sperm shooting again and again into her mouth.
Finally, when his pecker jerked for the last time, she gave his cockhead another long, powerful suck, then pulled her lips down along the shaft to the end, tonguing it, licking furiously over the cum-hole. She continued sucking and licking, desperate to get him fucking hard again.
He was gripping her head in powerful hands, trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm. Her arms were around his body, hugging him close as she continued slurping loudly on the end of his pecker, slipping a finger between his bun-cheeks, she pressed it caressingly against his ass-hole, probing, knowing it would help to create another quick hard-on.
God, she kept thinking, my cunt is dying for that prick.
Pam continued devouring his cock, even when it was throbbing hard, finding it difficult to stop, even while desperately wanting it in her pussy.
Finally, as it became apparent that the young boy couldn't take much more of such punishment without shooting off, she released his prong.
Now, gently, she lowered his pants until they were about his ankles.
She watched the glistening erected shaft sticking up so magnificently from his young crotch, taking in the dark hairs about those big nuts, realizing she hadn't even sucked them.
Well, Pam thought, there was plenty of time for that, too.
"Did you like that?" she inquired as he stepped out of his pants, started to remove his shirt.
She was still kneeling before him and could very easily have taken that young prick once again into her mouth. But Pam was desperate to have it fucking her pussy, first.
"Golly ... that was fantastic ... better than anything I ever had."
"It was just for starters, you know."
"You're really going to let me do it to you?"
"Fuck me? Get that great big beautiful prick in my pussy? Oh, Steve, I can't wait."
She stood, then sat on the edge of the bed, thighs parted wide.
His eyes were large as they looked down at her pussy, the hairs moist from her own cum juice. She'd experienced several minor orgasms while sucking his cock but nothing like the real thing.
"Haven't you seen a woman's pussy before?" she teased, reaching down and parting the outer lips even further with her fingertips.
"Nothing like yours," he honestly admitted, cock making a quick jerking action.
"Come here, Steve, between my thighs ... just stand there, and let me look at you ... feel you." Her voice was so husky that the words came out like a rasping whisper.
He stepped between her naked thighs and she wrapped her legs about his, while pulling that lovely young body closer so it was possible to get his big prick laying along the moist, hot valley between her pussy-lips.
"Does that, feel good?" she asked, almost finding it impossible to take his cock and slide it into her hole. "Gosh..."
"Ever feel anything like this before?" "Never."
"Bet it makes you want to put it in me, doesn't it?"
"I. . .yes...."
She arched up, letting her cunt slide against his extended, long cock, thrilling, almost having a cum at the throbbing hot hardness.
He was looking down at her boobs as if wanting to suck them. Pam wanted him to, but couldn't wait right then for such foreplay. She'd waited long enough, already.
"Ohhh," he moaned in pleasure.
"Like that, don't you?"
He merely stared down with glassy eyes, lips half-parted. She felt his enormous boy cock jerk convulsively, looked and saw that there was some ops of cum ebbing from the end. Furiously, desperately, Pam relaxed her legs, reached between them, getting hold of that bloated, pulsing prick and dragged the point down to her glistening fuck-hole, then arched, groaning as she felt the head, then shaft sliding deliciously into her sheath which compressed greedily about the thickness.
From that moment on Pam was totally out of her mind. This was the second prick she'd ever known, it had been a very long time since having any hard-on that firm and rigid-and Steve's boy cock was much thicker than her husband's.
She arched up, leaning back on her elbows, gasping, lungs expanding, breasts lifting. She felt hands reach out and fold anxiously, almost rough in their awkwardness, about her boobs, palms smothering the hardened nipples.
"Oh, Steve ... ohhh ... OHHH. God, God," she cried in a frenzy when she experienced the first moment of total penetration. Her lips were trembling, body shivering violently, cunt constricting tight about his prick, which stuffed her so fully, pulsing with steel-like hard life.
His hands circled, squeezed her generous, firm breasts, anxious, as he sighed in excitement.
"Do you like ... touching them?" she asked, reaching around and grabbing at his ass, fondling the cheeks, the young firm, muscular swells that tightened to her touch.
"They're beautiful," he said, squeezing them again, then caressing the nipples thrillingly, thumb flicking across each pink, tight point. "I've never seen anything like it."
"You're a darling boy, so mature ... what a hard prick you have!" She arched slightly, hips moving back and forth so that hard rod ground in her tortured cunt.
His fingers continued to circle on her nipples, then he bent over, managed to get his mouth around the end of one breast, sucking violently on it, causing a voluptuous wave to knife deep in her anguished cunt.
A shiver moved through Pam and she gave his ass a firm squeeze, parted the cheeks, probed with trembling fingers against the bung hole, causing the young cock in her pussy to jerk powerfully in erotic response. His mouth sucked the other nipple, then he lifted a bit, looking down at her in painfully orgastic need.
"Oh, fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me..." she fairly screamed, hips dropping, then lifting. That magnificent prick pulled thrillingly along the walls of her quivery pussy, then pushed in between them so voluptuously that Pam screamed: "Ohhh, Christ ... fucking cock."
She grabbed at the young child leaning over her, hugging his firm, smoothly muscled body tightly against her.
"Yesss ... fuck me ... fuck me ... OHHH ... fuuck ME!"
The sensation of his big little boy prick, which was now surging in and out more rapidly, driving all the way in then almost out, was pushing and shoving at her clit so powerfully that she was already cumming.
Her own hips were leaping to meet each of his hurried, stroking thrusts. Their bodies were smacking louder and louder with each impact.
"I ... I ... can't ... hold ... off...." he moaned in agony.
"Oh, cum, cum, give me a fucking cum, beautiful-OH, GOD!" She arched up so violently against the young kid, driving that pumping, pulsing, now convulsively jerking boy pecker all the way into her gripping cunt.
Again and again that rod jerked and spat cum.
"Ohh...." Another powerful ripple quaked through his enlarged prick. "Ahhh." Again he came, flooding her with all that wonderful cream, filling the juicy hole that grabbed demandingly on the love-rod, embracing, trapping it in a vise-like hold as it continued flooding her with his childish sperm. When the last convulsive shudder passed between them, Pam shuddered again, squeezing down on her pussy-muscles, not wanting his child's prick to go soft, wanting to keep it in her forever.
He was panting, laying limp on her body, their sweat mingling. Her breasts were pumping under him as she continued to feel the longing for more fucking cock. It was as if she couldn't get enough and never wanted to stop.
When Steve's prick began to go slightly limp she let him lift away, but immediately sat up, grabbing at his muscular thighs, mouth open wide, instinctively finding the half erected, glistening cock, which was covered with the cum from both their bodies. She greedily gulped that meaty muscle into her mouth, sucking furiously on it, tongue licking the delicious underside, head thrashing, wild, frantic, desperate to make it hard again.
"Golly ... Mrs. Douglas ... Pam ... what ... are you doing? "
Realizing the insanity of her actions, Pam released his cock, groaned: "Making it hard ... oh, I want i again, Steve ... I want it again and again...."
Then her tongue was licking up and down, around the softened head, as her fingers curled about the base. She lipped the crown while still tonguing it.
Steve was starting to say, "I don't think I can...." but even as he spoke his prick was beginning to react to her oral assault, harden, go thick, long ... then longer.
That afternoon she'd used his cock several more times before both of them were exhausted. Later, when he was gone, Pam became frightened, horrified about what had happened. She was unconscious by the time her husband returned late from work, laying naked on the bed, pussy still matted by the young boy's cum. All Jack ever learned was she'd been fucked by another man's cock; it was enough. She didn't dare tell him the truth, and in fact hadn't even been given the chance. He had moved out that night, while she lay drunkenly unconscious. The next day he phoned to say he wanted a divorce. It was fine for him to fuck cunt, but she wasn't supposed to take on some strange cock. She'd had a short fight over the phone, sick, pleading for forgiveness, hating what had happened the day before and promising herself she'd never, as long as she lived, seduce another boy. None of this could she tell Jack; nor was it necessary. That conversation was the last they had. All divorce arrangements were made by their lawyers. They sold the house, paid off all their mutual bills, Jack had to give her child support but had refused to pay more. In the weeks that followed, Pam was too depressed, defeated, guilty to do more than let Jack have his way. If she wanted the children she wouldn't get alimony.
When the divorce was final, she'd come to live with her mother, Stella Nelson, who had married a younger man whose son, Jim, was now becoming a new object of her sexual needs, desires.
Another voluptuous shiver shot through Pam's cunt.
Looking out the window again, she saw that Candy was swimming very close to Jim. Suddenly the boy turned, grabbing at the young girl. For a moment the two of them disappeared under the water and when they came back to the surface they were embracing, arms around one another, lips crushed together.
Tensing, feeling a flood of excitement and sudden fear, Pam had to control the urge to cry out. Their embrace broke almost immediately and they swam apart.
I'm being childish, she told herself. They were only having innocent fun. Nothing more. Two healthy teenagers playing games. They'd hardly do anything beyond mild sexual teasing.
Yet a warning sense of doubt nagged Pam. The Nelson household had that silent undercurrent of sensuality that Pam hadn't been able to completely define, yet felt instinctively. The way Sherry was almost too affectionate to her nephew Jim, the wanton stares he gave the young divorcee. It was impossible to keep from wondering exactly what that meant.
Probably my own perverse desires. God, I need a cock, she realized in horror at the demanding desire that was all but overwhelming.
For a moment Pam wondered if it had been a mistake moving in here. If she had money or a job things might have been different. She'd have been able to move into an apartment. What little had been salvaged from the marriage was hardly enough to keep them alive for even a few weeks. The divorce dissolved everything; broke both free of the past and one another. That had been the deal. If Stella, her mother, hadn't insisted on them staying on for a while, "until you get emotionally settled," and if Pam wasn't so desperately lost and lonely, alone frightened....
What bothered Pam most of all was the subtle change in her mother. Stella hadn't seemed quite so different when Pam was living away from home. Bu now she saw a lot of changes, nothing she might point directly to. There were the times when Stella would break off during a conversation, hesitate, finally continuing the conversation. Pam always had the feeling that her mother was attempting to revea something to her. What. . . ? Pam shrugged.
I live in this house, but I'm not part of the family. The kids seem to fit, get along together, Sherry ... well, she's something totally different. Pam didn' know if she liked this "step-aunt" who was several years younger than herself. There was something about the woman that annoyed Pam. Sherry threw her ass around like she couldn't wait for a man to take a grab ... or a boy. Pam felt a jealous knife dig at her.
In some vague way, Pam couldn't help feeling there was more to her reaction to Sherry than the obvious fact the woman enjoyed sex and didn't mind admitting it.
Angered at her thoughts, fighting the pang of loneliness and the hard, carving hunger of her pussy, Pam tried to think of the type of job she wanted. She hadn't had one for years, and only then on weekends at her father's store-the one that Stella's new husband, Frank, ran.
I should have gone out with the others instead of staying here at the house, Pam thought with a pang of guilt. She caressed fingers lightly over her body, aching for a man's arms, for the feel of his naked flesh pressed wantonly against her own.
Sherry Greene's a slut, you know that, Pam. ... Then what does that make me? A frustrated mental slut!
Her pussy was burning, fiery, the lips parted wide, hurting. How she needed a fucking cock. One like Steve's ... like Jimmy's...
Oh, God, Pam's mind screamed in total agony. Fm in a box, a trap, and I don't know how to get out of it....
They'd all left her alone with the two young kids, because she'd felt nervous, depressed and didn't want to go out-at least that's what she'd told herself and them, too.
They've all gone out, leaving me alone in my depraved need; alone. ... Pam tensed, forced the self-pity away.
Stella, Frank, and his sister Sherry Greene-that attractive redhead of thirty-two, who acted like a sexual slut and made no effort to hide the fact she just loved cocks, any size or age-had gone to some friends house for dinner. Pam wished she'd gone with them, now.
Standing there in front of the window, looking out at the pool, watching the two teenagers and thinking about what she'd experienced with Steve, had shakened Pam to the core.
How long could she stand this, hold out?
Startled, Pam realized she had lifted her skirt and slipped fingers under the tiny black-lace bikini panties, stroking her pussy, which was oozing with sex-juice. She didn't even remember having done so. But her breath was coming in short gasps, breasts heaving as she continued caressing her cunt more furiously.
"I should be out looking for a job," she cursed suddenly, forcing her hand away from the aching pussy-lips. Lowering her dress, she actually trembled with desire. Frank had offered her one.
Frank Nelson, a strikingly attractive male with a sharp eye for a beautiful female, had made no secret-even while she was married to Jack-that in his mind she was a real exciting female that could make any man get a hard-on. In fact, one night a year before at the New Year's Eve party her mother had given, Frank got her out in the kitchen. They were both drunk and before she realized what was happening, he'd pulled her into his arms and their lips were locked in a furiously passionate kiss. Tongues lashing out at one another. Almost as quickly, she had managed to push him away. "No ... don't, Frank," she'd said. His only comment had been: "Someday, Pam ... someday." But he had never made a pass at her again and because of that and his quite neutral attitude toward her in the last months, Pam hadn't been concerned about living-for a short-time, at least, until she got settled-in the same house with him.
Yet, Pam thought, it would be less perverted to screw my pussy around Frank's cock than to take on his teenage son ... as she so desperately wanted to.
Frank had suggested she work at his company-one partly owned by her mother, who was fairly well off-but it didn't seem like a good idea.
Sherry Greene, who worked as a cocktail waitress six nights a week, had suggested that Pam talk to her boss. "There's a lot of loot and a lot of men to grab at ... if and when you're interested." From the way Sherry arrived home late in the morning almost every night, it seemed as if she was getting a healthy supply of cock.
Pam turned away from the window, guilty now at having watched the two teenagers. Anyway, if they want to fuck there's really nothing I can do. I've warned Candy, and she's an intelligent girl.
Still so horny, knowing she couldn't take another day without some cock, Pam decided on impulse to drive to the bar where Sherry worked. The least she could do was look the place over; maybe some mature stranger would pick her up. Maybe after having a good old-fashion fuck with an adult male, her ideas about boys would simmer down.
After all, Pam she told herself, the last good one is always the best. Maybe I should go out and get myself screwed.
Pam hesitated, glancing out the window, wondering if it was a good idea to leave the two kids alone. Then shrugging, realizing how impossible it was to control another person, she rearranged her dress, stepped through the darkened room, picked her purse up from the floor near the dresser, then walked out. Minutes later she was in her car, having informed Candy and Jim she'd be out for a while. She drove toward Santa Monica, to the Swing Bar.
CHAPTER THREE
Candy Douglas kept feeling the heady sensation that Jim's body had given her as it brushed against her under the pool a few moments before, just a little after Pam had informed them she was leaving and wouldn't be back for some while. Up until then, she'd been only bugged by the fact that Jim's cock was hard in his trunks, its shape bulging so sensually. Realizing that her mother was in the house, able to keep an eye on their activities, had made it impossible i to do more than subtly brush against him in the pool, once even "accidentally" touching his thigh, high up, hoping to feel that hard-on as they swam just under the water.
Ever since moving into her grandmother's home, Candy had been painfully attracted to Jim. He was a nicely built young man-and much more exciting than her brother Rod. It might not be right to really ball Rod-even though they'd done almost everything short of it during the last year-but Jim Nelson was something else. If only he wasn't so hesitant.
Candy knew he was a little frightened of her, even while looking at her body every chance he got when thinking she wasn't aware of it. From the first day, when she was wearing a tight sweater and hot pants, Jim had noticed she was quite a mature girl. Most of her schoolmates had small knobs for breasts; Candy measured thirty-four inches stark naked. She was only five feet five, with a bouncy, rounded body, narrow at the waist. She had let her hair grow long, falling in flowing lines over her shoulders, down to the middle of her back. The thrilling awareness that all males found her sexy wasn't enough. The children-and they were, in her mind-her age were pimple-faced kids, frightened of any girl. The older guys were a little chicken taking on a girl who was only fourteen. If they only knew what she knew about sex.
And Candy knew a lot more than most girls even older than herself. Some bragged about balling boys. She'd already, in a few short weeks, learned all about some at the new school-especially that flat-boobed Nancy Harrison who had a reputation of spreading her legs for any cock willing to fuck. Candy was jealous of the girl-but only because she got so much sex. The girl was stupid, and a slut-like her mother was supposed to be. The school tramp. Every guy old enough to want pussy got around to fucking her at least once.
Candy's game, though, was more sophisticated. She'd done everything but screw her brother, feeling his balls, prick, jacking it off, now and then even going down on it. But, somehow, that wasn't what she really craved. A brother was a brother.
And a boy was a boy.
She wanted a Man!
Right now, though, she wanted to see just how far it was possible to drive Jim Nelson up the wall. Maybe he'd even let her get a real hold of his hard-on. She'd teach him a trick or so; even if she hadn't fucked. She was sure Jim at least had screwed that Harrison slut. The only thing she'd gotten from Jim, so far, was a real healthy, hot tongue kiss. That had happened a couple of times. The first one was a week ago. They'd been playing out by the pool, and she had been teasing him a lot with her body. Somehow the conversation got around to girls, dating, and kissing.
"Bet you don't know how to kiss a girl," she'd challenged. It hadn't been difficult to push him into proving he could, but he hadn't expected her to open her mouth.
Candy shivered in excitement, her vividly active young mind already beginning to picture what could happen this evening with Jim. She could almost feel his cock in her mouth.
Slipping out of the pool, sitting on the edge, looking at Jim, she mentally pictured what she'd seen one night, several years before: her first real-action view of sex.
Her dad and mother were in the den, naked, the room dark. They didn't know she was peeking through the window, standing outside on the patio. At first, Candy couldn't understand what was happening, though some school kids had talked about what men and women did to one another. She only knew the man stuck his "thing" in a woman's "thing" and that's how babies were made and it was supposed to be fun. Her mother was naked, legs spread wide apart. Her father, equally nude, had his face smothered between her thighs, eating pussy-as Candy later learned to call it. From the way they were acting, it was obvious each was really having one hell of a ball. Between her father's legs she saw a huge rod; a big, fully erect prick. Pam was moaning in ecstasy, as if agonized, trembling. Suddenly she arched up, gasped, then moments later sank down. Jack Douglas stood, said something. Pam sat up, grabbed at his thighs and to Candy's amazement started furiously sucking on the bloated cock between his legs. She'd continued doing this while Jack groaned in pleasure. After a while the two of them lay on the sofa, and Candy watched as her father expertly slipped his cock deep into her mother's cunt and started churning away.
For days, weeks, months after that Candy had wondered when the baby would come. Later she learned that it didn't always happen like that, and in fact there were ways to keep from getting knocked up.
Later, when she started playing games with Rod, when they were left home alone, she learned just how much fun it was to let somebody get their mouth on her then all-but hairless pussy or to take a prick in her mouth and suck until it started cumming. That first time she'd been a little frightened about getting the cum in her mouth but learned it was delicious.
Now, looking down at Jim Nelson, she parted her thighs. He was swimming very close. Naughtily, she grinned at him, when he looked directly at where her pussy was hidden under the skimpy pink bikini bottom.
"What you looking at, Jimmy?" she demanded, wiggling her rounded shoulders so the swelling breasts jerked in the tight fitting top, which she wanted desperately to rip off.
"You," he admitted, then looked away.
"Didn't you like what you saw?" she challenged, disappointed. It was going to be terribly difficult to get him so he wasn't scared silly to think of her as a real female-like he thought of Nancy-but he'd think she was better, far better. She was more beautiful, mature. He'd have a surprise coming when he learned just how willing she was to get his cock naked and what she wanted to do so badly with it.
God, her mind screamed, desperate to find a way to start things with Jim. She simply wasn't experienced enough to know exactly how to go about seducing a male but she simply had to learn. Why couldn't kids just strip and run around naked, do the whole screwing thing? Then she'd be able to see all the cocks jumping around between the boys' legs, getting hard, and the boys could watch her boobs dancing and bouncy, the way Rod told her guys liked. She'd learned a lot about how boys felt about a girl's body. One of her best girlfriends, before they'd moved here to live, had admitted to fucking a college guy, claiming his dick was the best thing in the world and ever since then Candy had been desperate to try it out.
Oh, would I like getting "Uncle" Frank, she thought, trembling at the idea. And Frank can't keep his eyes off me. I bet he wants my pussy ... I sure bet he does ... .
As Jim swam back toward her, Candy said: "That girl you were talking to the other day ... isn't she fast?" Candy thrust her breasts forward and again parted her thighs real wide. His eyes widened as her boobs swelled around the bikini top. "What do you mean?"
"I heard she fucks." Saying that thrilled Candy but seeing the shocked expression on his face was even more voluptuously exciting. She could feel a tingling convulsive heat burst like an explosion in her pussy.
"Oh, come on, we're alone. Don't you know that word?"
"Sure. Who doesn't?"
"Then what does it mean?" she demanded. "I bet you don't even know."
"Sure I do ... are you kidding? I'm just surprised you do ... just a kid."
"I'm not!"
"No? You're only fourteen."
"You aren't looking at me like I was a kid. I'm better looking than that girl you were talking to ... and I have bigger tits. Have you fucked her?"
He gasped in surprise, face flushed, then he managed to say: "What business is that of yours?"
"Just wondering. She isn't pretty ... or even sexy looking. I bet you think I'm much sexier."
"What would you know?"
"A lot more than you think. Remember, I surprised you with that French kiss ... and I know a lot more than that, too."
"Shit. You're just a fucking tease, that's all ... and you shouldn't be with that body."
"Oh, you do think I'm sexy, then?"
"Sure...."
"Was she any good?"
"What?"
"You know what I'm talking about. Was that ... Nancy any good? At fucking, you jerk."
"What brought that on?" He was getting a little more bold, but still a bit frightened, uncertain about Candy. But his eyes were devouring her body so lustfully that she knew he really wished he could fuck her.
"I just wondered ... bet I'd be better."
"Come on, Candy, you're just a kid."
"Wanna bet? Just try me...."
He continued staring at her, treading water, only a couple of yards away.
Candy pushed herself into the pool in front of him, got her arms about his neck, moved her body close so she could press her pussy against his crotch.
"See," she said against his lips, hugging close, breasts pumping on his chest. "See ... I know more than you think ... and your dick isn't very hard, is it?"
It was, though, very hard. And Candy reached down with one hand and grabbed at his trunks, at the crotch.
"What're you doing?" he cried in alarm.
"Frightened?" she mocked. " 'Fraid I might rape you ... or something?" She pushed away then, suddenly unsure what to do next.
"Come on, Candy ... will you stop it?"
His words were pleading, but in a desperation that excited and thrilled Candy. She was getting to him, and good. Still treading water she turned, again facing the boy.
"Wanna skinny dip?"
"Come on. ... " But now the expression on his face was open eagerness-mixed with only a slight shading of fear.
"Let's!" she decided, already swimming to the edge of the pool. With one hand on the side, she removed the top of the bikini, freeing those lush young breasts which floated sensually in the water, the hardening cherry pink nipples tight little knots.
"Hey!" Jim fairly screamed.
"Chicken?"
"You don't know what you're doing," he protested in a husky voice. "Don't I?"
Candy now pulled herself up out of the water, stood, turned and faced Jim with her naked breasts thrusting out in all their glory for him to gape at.
"Bet your dick's really hard now. I bet you really would just love loving up my tits, wouldn't you?"
"Come on, Candy ... don't do that...."
Her fingers were already beginning to push the bikini bottom off, revealing the top hairs of her pussy.
"Don't you want to see all of me? I bet you do ... just like I can't wait to see your hard-on."
"My God, Candy ... what do you want from me?"
"Exactly what you gave that slut ... the Harrison girl." She stepped out of the bikini and then stood boldly, legs slightly spread. "Wouldn't you like doing it to me?"
"You don't even know what you're talking about." "Hell I don't. Fucking. But it'll have to be our secret, if you really want me." He was still gaping at her.
"I know what to do with a boy's cock ... I really know more than you think ... regardless."
"Damn if I don't think you do..." he cursed, now treading water in front of her, hands on the poolside, looking directly up into her pussy. Candy's cunt-lips were spread wide, dripping from the pool-water and glistening from the cum she'd had at getting undressed in front of him. Now that they'd gone this far, Candy knew the rest would be easy.
"Come on, strip and we can swim around a little ... then ... maybe I will actually let you do it to me."
"You're a fucking tease," he blurted out.
"And you're just a fucking chicken and I bet you didn't even screw that girl ... I know you didn't. Bet all you do is jack off, thinking about some girl ... like a kid."
The fact was, he had been jacking off, thinking about Candy, for days. If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have gone to Nancy Harrison to get his nuts off. She was the school slut.
And his Aunt Sherry was too involved with some stud to be bothered with him right now.
"Come, don't be chicken," Candy demanded.
"What if somebody sees us?" Jim suggested, for the first time indicating his desire to do exactly what Candy was suggesting.
"They won't, and you know it. They're gone for the evening and Mommy won't be back soon enough, you better believe that. Probably out to get herself screwed."
"Christ, you're fantastic!" Jim cried, eyes racing up and down her body.
"Then come here and prove it. Show me what you have so hard and large under those trunks."
She stepped back and Jim got out of the pool. They stood there for a moment staring at one another, then she reached out and touched his crotch. "Come on, let me see it. You've looked long enough."
Candy was trembling. She'd never acted like this with a boy in her life. With Rod it was different; her brother-and they didn't tease one another. But this was the first time she'd been living in the same house with another teenage male. It made things easier than with a date. Some dates had tried to get their hands on her boobs, but that's as far as things ever went. It had been frustrating to Candy.
Now, Jim was almost as determined as she.
Yet he hesitated when she withdrew her fingers from the exciting hard shaft under his trunks.
"Are you sure ... you know ... what you're ... doing?"
"Why don't you find out?" She laughed, hands on hips.
"Your mother ... what would she say...? "
"Fuck my mother ... and I bet you'd like to, too ... at that." She laughed at her own play on words, but felt a pang of jealousy, realizing that Pam Douglas was a too attractive and young-looking woman and that Jim had stared longingly at her almost as much as he had at Candy.
Without a word, Jim started hesitantly removing his trunks, then stopped, just as the tip of his bulging young cock revealed itself above the trunks.
"Come on ... let me see it ... come on ... chicken...." she taunted.
"Damn you." His voice was choked with emotion and he fairly ripped off his trunks.
Then, cock sticking up like a magnificent big pole, the head very large, bigger and more mature than Rod's, he started toward Candy, wanton, almost insane lust in his blue eyes.
Laughing, trembling with desire, Candy made a head-long dive into the pool.
She swam under the surface until reaching the other side. Gasping for air, she grabbed at the pool, turned and was thrillingly surprised when Jim came up in front of her, naked as a newly born child.
They were both sputtering and for the first time each laughed in joy and delight. The ice was broken. She could hardly wait.
"Gee, Candy, I can't believe this," he exploded, hands against the pool on either side of her.
"Believe this, though," she offered, reaching under the water with her right hand and finding his still big cock, which had softened only slightly because of the shock of the cool water.
Her fingers folded expertly about his prick and pulled on it, thumb pressing on the meaty head.
"Candy," he almost hissed in pleasure.
"Isn't that really what you wanted?"
"Sure," he admitted, bold now that it was mutually accepted they would be having one hell of a sexy ball. "This is great."
"Want a surprise?" she asked, still moving her hand up and down on his cock, which was beginning to really get stiff.
"What?"
"You'll see." Candy immediately ducked under the water and even with her eyes closed found the head of his erect prick with her lips, which parted as she filled her mouth with his meaty prong. She gave his' cock a voluptuously long suck, letting her tongue press against the underside, stroking slowly back and forth. She did this for only a moment, then reluctantly released him, surfaced, sucking in a gasp of air, then saying: "Surprised?"
"Wow!" he exclaimed.
"Is that all you can say?" Her fingers squeezed, tugged his cock urgently. "Where'd you learn that?" "From Rod ... mostly." "Your brother?" He sounded really amazed.
"Sure ... why not? I haven't fucked him, though ... but I'd just love doing it with yours." She squeezed his dick again to make the point more meaningful.
"I can't believe it."
"Don't then." She pouted, released his cock, dipped under the water, swam around his body and surfaced several yards away. "If that's the way you feel about it ... then let's forget the whole thing."
She swam toward the shallow end of the pool, then stood, pussy above the water, hands on hips, facing Jim, challenging.
"Well?" she demanded.
Immediately he swam toward her and when he was within reach stood, grabbing at Candy's body, but she stepped back, turned, rushed to the edge of the pool and started climbing out, but Jim was just as quick and his hand grabbed at her shoulder.
"Come on, you can't cop out now," he objected.
Giggling, she asked: "Who said I was? You don't want it in the pool, do you?"
He laughed at that, now completely taking up her mood. The two of them hurried out of the pool together and then stood there on the cool cement, unsure.
"Where?" he finally said.
"On the beach towel," she said and reached down and gave his nuts a quick squeeze. She had ran to the towel, spreading it out more evenly, then lay down on her back, thighs parted, legs bent in open offering.
Candy was in a state of erotic daze, not quite believing what was about to happen. She looked up at Jim who was gaping down at her, mouth open, eyes wide, tongue licking his lips, body dripping from the pool water. His cock jerked and twitched as he continued to gaze at the sensual offering so boldly spread out for him to simply take.
"Come on, aren't you going to join me?"
"I ... I ... Gosh, Candy ... what if they found out?"
"They won't ... if you don't tell them."
Frustrated a moment later, Candy sat up, her face almost brushing against his crotch. On impulse she grabbed at his boy's cock and pulled the head down, opened her mouth and stuck the prong in. As Candy's lips curled about his prick, Jim gasped in surprise.
Candy had learned how to really please a cock with her mouth through experimentation with Rod. Now she let her tongue push Jim's generous foreskin back, exposing the sensitive area just beyond the beefy crown. Rolling her tongue back slightly, so the tip touched and could easily stroke that silken place men love being caressed, she started to lingeringly move up and down, back and forth on it, while her lips began a rhythmic sucking action on the shaft.
"Ohhh ... Gooood ... Cannnndy ... Uhhh," he moaned in pleasure as she gave him a few more caressing licks and more forceful sucks.
Then Candy released Jim's rod, looked up, said: "Got the idea? Wanna do it a little to me, too, now?"
His face blanched and for the first time Candy guessed that his sexual experience might have been limited.
"Go down on you?" he choked. "Why not? Haven't you done that?" "Have I?"
Those words said it all and Candy knew he wasn't a jerk after all and might even be better than she'd expected.
Laying back on the towel, Candy spread her legs wide, writhed slightly, hips arched, pussy tingling at the very thought of having his mouth and lips against it. She hadn't been sucked by Rod for some time and the idea of Jim doing it-an older boy who just might have had a little more experience than her brother-was just too much. She was almost cumming at the very thought.
Then as Jim knelt between her thighs, hands coming down to stroke their lovely firm shapes, Candy gasped, arched up, shivering in voluptuous need.
Then the young boy leaned over, eyes fascinated by the glistening, silky valley between her parted hairy pussy-lips.
"God, Candy, you're beautiful," he almost sobbed, breathing hotly against her cunt.
"Oh, kiss me ... kiss me ... suck it ... love it ... oh, Jimmy ... eat me good ... I can't wait ... oh, lick my pussy good...." she moaned, then reached out with both hands, grabbing at his head, smothering his face against her highly arched pussy.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Swing Bar was a wildly decorated place. Dark. Posters on the walls, signs: WE'RE HERE TO HAVE FUN; DON'T BE SHY, WE ALL WANT COMPANY.
There were fish nets hanging from the wall. A Spanish-style bar, dark wood, small tables, a dance floor. She'd had three martinis by herself at first, then this man walked over and asked if she'd like to dance. The hard rock music playing from the bandstand was loud, too noisy to really hear conversation. But that wasn't necessary. Body movements was all that counted. One broad with huge tits did everything to make it quite apparent she wasn't wearing a bra, letting them bounce furiously under the tight sweater. It was a place that smelled sex, screamed erotic tease, making a person hot to get picked up.
The whole purpose of the place was to get a sexual partner for the night; a quick, easy screw-job. And the man she was dancing with was bulky, in his thirties, a bullish man with a startlingly thick neck, and as she was soon to learn, a thick, short prick which was to almost frighten her. Even while dancing, when doing the slow stuff, she'd been aware of the hard dick flesh pressing against her, rubbing back and forth. She's slipped a thigh between his legs, giving his cock a real seductive working over. It fairly throbbed. The martini made her drunk with sexual need. She couldn't wait to get out of the place, fuck his screwing cock right off.
She had forgotten all about talking to the owner about a job and half-admitted to herself she'd really never planned on doing so-at least not this evening.
Finally the man suggested splitting. The place was filled with singles, now almost groping at one another in the semi-darkness, men getting hands on ass, breasts; pussy and cock rubbing. Screwing with clothes on.
He never suggested a motel, merely stopped by a store and got the whiskey, then found a nice motel, drove in, got a room. They really hadn't talked much about anything. Both knew what the other was after, nothing else counted.
While waiting in the car, while he checked into the motel, Pam felt a nervous fear. It was the first time she'd ever picked up a stranger. What would he be like? Good? Brutal? Shrugging, Pam told herself it didn't really matter at all.
It was either get fucked by some nameless stud who wouldn't blab-and probably never see her again-or be tempted beyond control to do something she'd be sorry for-for the rest of her life. She was a healthy woman, needing a good supply of sex.
She thought about Jim Nelson, about Candy and the young boy alone at the house, but shrugged off her teasing fears. If they wanted to fuck they could always find a time and place. Right now she needed cock so bad it hurt.
Actually, Pam realized, this was the first time in her life that she was free to fuck any cock willing to take her on. Before marriage she'd refused to screw men. Only Jack got to her. A few months before they'd married, he had taken her to a party where booze was flowing. She'd gotten drunk. The next thing she knew they were parked in his car at Henderson's Point. Up to that time she had only gone as far as jacking him off, sucking his cock. That night, though, she'd let herself go. They were engaged, anyway. And a lot of girls her age screwed even casual dates. The drinks were responsible for her erotic mood. That night they'd started necking passionately the minute he'd parked the car. His hands were pawing at her breasts, eagerly, anxious, demanding, then one quickly slid down to her thighs and pussy. Almost immediately she'd found herself unzipping his fly, eager to feel the throbbing cock which had so thrillingly rubbed against her while they had danced at the party. Her cunt was flowing in its sexual juices and when his fingers slipped up her skirt, then worked their way under the panties against that heated slit, she'd arched up against them, almost sobbing in total ecstasy. When that finger slipped into the juicy hole, thrusting against her swollen clit, she fairly melted, helpless. She never knew how he managed to get her panties completely off. Suddenly she felt the delicious movement of a hard prick sliding up and down against her pussy. It was an experience she'd never had before that moment and there was no stopping them after that.
It all happened very fast, without any style; a fumbling awkward quickie that was orgastically thrilling. She'd been told how the first fuck a girl got was highly painful. For Pam, though, it was the most beautifully wonderful experience in her young life. When the young hard cock suddenly slipped easily, almost by accident, into the entrance of her flaming buttery cunt, she cried out, automatically lifting up, driving the big broad cockhead and pulsing shaft all the way in, right through her cherry like a steel spear. An instant of pain, that was all, accented by a cry from their young throats; then ecstasy and more orgastic ecstasy, climbing and climbing, higher and higher with every movement of their bodies.
"Oooooohooooo, ahhhh ... honnnnnneey," Jack had moaned as his prick slipped in and out of her virginally tight pussy.
"Jack ... oh, God ... ughaaaa ... ah ... ohhhhh, God, God ... honnney ... Jack ... I ... can't ... oh ... God...." she cried, fairly sobbing on the words every time his cock penetrated her tortured cunt.
Suddenly the young male thrust powerfully down, he groaned, and she felt his prick thicken, get longer, then that heavenly jerking as his massive cock moved convulsively, spilling the warm cum juices in quick, squirting spurts again and again into her cunt.
"God, I'm cummmming ... oh, honey ... I'm reallly ... cumming. . . " he cried as his cock continued pumping all his cream into her willing, responding hole.
When it was all over and he'd lifted away, she stared down in an erotic daze at the glistening limp cock that had given her such a surprising orgasm. She'd never known it could be so good and wondered what she had been waiting for. Sex was so easy, simply normal, natural, the best. She'd reached out and started caressing his cock, watched as the rod started responding to her stroking fingers. Then she had suddenly stopped, realizing in shock what had happened. He hadn't worn a rubber. All the fears her mother had bashed into her mind flooded through it like a torrent of terror.
They'd driven home in silence, both frightened.
The expected-what they feared most-happened. But since they had wanted to get married in any case, it didn't seem important-only a blessing. Now they could screw all they wanted to. And their early sex-life had been great. Neither was hung-up about doing anything together. The first time he'd fucked her ass she'd gone out of her skull and thought she'd never want anything else. But almost immediately she was hungry to suck his cock and pussy-fuck it, too. Her sexual drives were powerful-and finally even more powerful than Jack's as the years passed. But as time went by, Pam learned to control her need, and the love she felt for their two children helped to distract the driving desire for a good healthy screwing from Jack's cock. Her husband worked hard, and harder, but never seemed to get ahead fast enough. They spent more money than they had. Medical bills added to their debts. The years passed. Under the pressure of marriage, being a mother, the responsibility of making ends meet, paying the mortgage on the house, feeding a family, Pam had managed to dam-up her sexual cravings. When they did get around to screwing, Jack's cock didn't last as long as it used to. He was exhausted from the strain of work, of making things hold together. In the last years she'd excused his lack of sexual power and interest in her as merely a reaction to over-work. When she'd learned he was cheating, it was too much. The dam broke, burst, flooding her with erotic needs, emotional hungers, self-doubts, that it had been easy, in the end, to submit to the young teenager. The resulting shock had numbed Pam. She'd been numbed so violently that only the torture of wanting Jim Nelson's young body had sparked the erotic craving for a man's cock to the point where she'd lowered herself to picking up a stranger, a bull-like stud. And she didn't care.
More than that, she thrilled, was overwhelmed. Excited. At last, for the first time she was swinging, having an all-out orgy with a strange cock. And that was all this stud was. A fucking prick to screw and forget, to possess in her mouth, pussy and ass.
The man returned, and she followed him to one of the rooms. The motel was nice, pleasant, the room had a king-size bed. At least, Pam decided, pleased, this stud isn't cheap!
The instant the door was closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms and she felt the hardness of his pecker press urgently against her damp pussy.
How she wanted that cock.
Pam moved her hips eagerly against the man's prick as their lips met, open, tongues surging furiously against one another. It was a long, panting kiss. The taste of the man's tongue, as she sucked it deep in her mouth a long moment before the first embrace broke, made her heady and even more drunk with lusting passion. Her head was swimming, dazed. It was difficult to think. All she wanted now was a prick to fuck. His cock was so hard, and it jerked anxiously against her thigh, which she'd pressed firmly between his legs, rubbing at that hard prong.
One hand was on her ass, the other pawing at her left breast as they broke from the kiss long enough to catch their breath.
"What boobs you got, baby," he complimented. "Classy. Always went for big ones. Nothing like getting some meat in your hands or mouth. Come ... have a drink?"
She was more eager for cock than booze now.
"You really thirsty?" she asked. He grinned at her lush body.
"You've sure got heavy boobs. Look as great naked?" he wondered aloud.
"Wanna see, big boy?" she asked. Instantly an image of Jim's young body formed before her mind.
Pam lifted her sweater high over her head, tossing it across the room with a wild laugh of pleasure at the expression on the man's deep-set eyes, which were gaping at the way the tight black lace bra squeezed about the bulging swells of her 44-inch boobs. She wondered how Jim would react seeing her like this.
Reaching around to the back of her bra, she unclasped it and then slowly, teasingly, she lowered one strap, letting the right cup fall away from a bulging, lush breast that didn't drop even a fraction.
The man gasped in surprise. "Hell, where'd you get the operation?"
"Don't need it, big boy. Exercise."
"Then them women should all do it, baby." He was holding the bottle of whiskey in his hands like a gigantic cock.
"Open the bottle," she suggested, slowly lowering the other strap to give him a total sight of both boobs, then dropped the bra. Reaching out and taking the open bottle from the man's hands, she raised the end to her mouth, running the point of her tongue around the tip, as if it were a man's cock, winking suggestively at him. Then lifting the bottle, she mouthed the end as if sucking prick and gulped some of the raw whiskey, like it was cum.
With her other hand she reached to the man's crotch and daringly opened his fly, slipped her fingers in and stroked the hard pulsing cock under the jocks.
"Why don't you undress, big boy, and let me see what you really have to offer a woman?"
"Just let me get onto those tits you have," he said, taking the bottle from her hand and placing it on the bed stand. As he did this, his other hand was already on her magnificently formed left breast. Facing her, the man got hold of her other boob and started sensually fondling them, tits against his palm, squeezing, caressing them with loving care, then more lustfully as her hands started working on his pants, opening them, getting his hard cock out, stroking the shaft, pulling the foreskin back to expose the swollen rod.
"What tits, baby, the best."
"What a cock ... so thick ... I don't know if I can handle it," she moaned, panting against his caressing palms and fingers.
"I'll get it in and do you up brown," he promised.
It was the first time he indicated what was to follow. She only half realized the meaning of that statement.
Before it was possible to say anything more, his lips were sucking furiously, almost savagely on her breasts, moving from one to the other as he knelt before her. At first it seemed as if he couldn't get enough of her nipples and Pam became hotter and hotter until she was gasping in need, desperately wanting the feel of his thick meaty prick pumping her mouth or cunt.
Panting, she started removing her skirt. When it fell to the floor she stuck her fingers under the black lacy bikini panties, drawing them down.
The instant she exposed her pussy, the man was immediately aware of this offering and his lips reluctantly left her straining breasts, his tongue lashing down across Pam's belly, into her navel, then like a starving animal smothering itself down along her fully flushed pussy-lips, glistening in cum, parted wide, ready for a man's lips, tongue, cock.
He tongued, licked, lapping her like a dog, sucking furiously as he probed that tiny moist point into her cunt, against the hurting, swelled clit that demanded cock.
She was hugging his mouth to her, embracing his head in tense hands, her fingers clutching his long black hair.
"Yessss ... oh ... eat ... me ... oh ... that ... ohhhh ... yessss ... eat it ... suck me ... oh, I'm gonna ... cuuummmm!"
She was grinding her pussy against his thrashing face, smothering those sucking lips and licking tongue with the juicy lips of her pussy as he thrust against her clit faster, devouring the cum that seemed to ooze out like a man's fountaining prick.
Shuddering in a multiple climax, she continued embracing him until, while still panting, she knew it was time for the main event.
Somehow she turned, facing the bed, leaned over, presenting her fanny to him. Pam wasn't sure who had suggested this position or if neither of them had. It just seemed the logical thing to do. He was stripping away his pants and she wanted cock so bad that this seemed the quickest way to get it.
Then he came at her.
His prick was moistly ramming rhythmically against her ass-hole, attempting to work itself between the willing tight muscles.
She was quivering, her bun-hole screaming for cock. But before she was to really feel the heavenly sensation of penetration there, the man did the unexpected, by sliding the end of his lovely prick down between her ass-cheeks and making two rabbit-like thrusts into her juicy cunt.
"God ... oh, shit," she screamed in sudden orgasm at his surprising attack.
She heard two sounds from his with each thrust: "Holly ... uhhhahhghhh."
Then he withdrew, moved back, sliding his cock up and expertly placing the point against her ass-hole. This time, moistened by her cum-juice, he thrust swiftly, like a powerfully charging bull, ramming his massive prong all the way into her bung hole to the root, his balls ramming tight against her ass.
She screamed in ecstasy, her hips grinding, causing his rod to create such voluptuous sensations that she was cumming again, and again...
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhh..." Her voice screamed a pulsing beat, matching the multiple climaxes. And he'd merely thrust it all the way in, letting her grind his rod around with her churning ass.
Quaking, trembling, Pam almost passed out.
Then explosions really started screaming through every nerve in her body as he began to match her circling action with rapid thrusts of his short, thick cock, pushing it in, pulling it almost out, then in. Her anal muscles kept gripping as she continued to have one cum after another.
When she felt his fingers reach around to get at her cunt, into that dripping hole, the other hand cupping one swinging breast, Pam had a moment of total ecstasy so complete and horrifying that she believed her heart stopped beating.
His cock kept ramming bull-like at her, thrusting, hammering, attacking, in and out, pushing and pulling. His three fingers moved into her pussy every time his big prong lifted away slightly, then she'd feel his finger-fuck withdraw as that cock entered the back door. He gave her breast a harsh, voluptuously thrilling clutch each time fingers or cock entered her body. The triple stimulation was too much. She was cumming all over, in every place. The only thing lacking was a throbbing cock to suck and tongue with her mouth. How she hungered for a prick to chew on until it was fountaining cum into her mouth, down her throat.
All at once she felt the man's prick get bigger, stretching the contracted anal muscles gripping so furiously about its bulky shaft. It seemed that prong lengthened, then it was rippling, jerking, streaming hot fiery juice up her hungry, greedy ass.
"Uggg." Squirt, jerk. "Ohhh, huggg..." Squirt.
His hips were brutally hitting at her ass, then they rammed so powerfully at her that she fell forward on the bed, the man dropping heavily, his cock still gripped deeply in her ass-hole.
One powerful jerk sent another squirting spasm of hot sticky cum into her, then he groaned, pulled his shitty cock free and rolled over on the bed, panting, gasping in the aftermath of their fucking.
It was some time before Pam could even move. She floated in a dream-like world, her body sated in the pleasure of such a beautifully fulfilling orgasm. Then like waking from a nightmare, she mentally pictured Jim, and for a moment believed it was his young, lovely body next to her on the bed.
In that instant a flash of ecstasy flushed up through her eager nerves, craving more screwing cock. Then panic, fear, horror flooded in as she remembered the truth. Sitting up, stunned, startled by the fact she needed a cock even more than before, realizing that some long-restrained dam of carnal desire had been broken, Pam shuddered, sick with the overpowering urges ramming through every nerve.
Desperate, wanting to escape the erotic desire for Jim Nelson, for even the joy of introducing her own son to sex, Pam turned, fell on top of the man who had really screwed her up brown and then some. She got her pussy down against his cock, rubbing furiously at it again and again.
The man moaned, eyes opened, then he grinned, knowingly.
"What's wrong, baby, want another fucking? Where, in your mouth or pussy?"
Something about his statement sent a chill through her body.
She froze.
Then insanity took possession.
Not even realizing it, Pam got his cock between her lips and started feasting, not caring, not even aware of who she was, who this prick was, what she was doing. She rode on sensations, running, screaming, frightened from her sick perverted hungers. Somehow she mentally blocked out what she was doing as well as the unwanted and overwhelming desire for Jim-and ... another boy she couldn't even recognize-wouldn't allow herself to try remembering.
The next hours were a blur, an endless escape from all sanity.
This wasn't Pam, who had been a virginal teenager; nor was it Pam the young woman who learned that the best thing in life was a man's cock; nor the mother who had learned to channel all of her emotional and finally sexual and physical needs in love for two children; nor was it the mature 35-year-old divorcee who had discovered a perverted hunger, a driving need for young teenage boys-who had only vaguely recognized a longing for her own son's prick. This being, this thing, this cunt was nothing but an animal, insane for sex, for a cock, no matter who was presenting it to her just as long as it was a stranger....
CHAPTER FIVE
The instant before Jim's mouth came down on Candy's aching pussy, she remembered how many times in the past her brother Rod had done such things to her and wondered how different it might be with Jim. For a moment her mind was flashing through the past years, blurring through a series of images, some of an erotic nature with Rod, others of the girls who had told about the pleasures of a man's cock.
"You gotta be careful at first, 'cause it'll hurt, but after that, once your not a virgin..."
"There's ways to make sure you don't get hurt the first time..."
"I've used a carrot ... better yet ... a hot dog."
She couldn't remember all the girl's who had told her those things, but the voices screamed in her head.
She had finger-fucked herself a lot, so had Rod. She'd felt the wall of resistance. One afternoon, alone, she'd taken a carrot and looked wonderingly at its long tapered shape. With a knife she'd shaped the end so it was rounded, but still small. In the bathroom, closing and locking the door, she stripped sitting on the toilet stool, her legs spread. Then she'd inserted it into her pussy. It was quite an experience, but she'd first stretched, then broken through her cherry. That was months ago, a little before Mommy and Daddy had divorced. Now she was glad she'd done this. Chances were that Jim's cock wouldn't hurt, wouldn't make her bleed. She'd have the best damn first-fuck any girl in the world ever had with a young man.
An image of "Uncle" Frank-she simply couldn't think of him as her step-grandfather-flashed through her mind. One afternoon she'd been alone in the den with him, a little drunk, and he'd said in a half-whisper, "You're such a lovely young girl ... a damn shame." She'd asked what he meant, but had known, and felt a voluptuous thrill at the sudden spark of desire that flashed in his eyes. This raw lust went quickly into hiding. "Oh, nothing ... but ... you and your mother are really beautiful women."
She'd smirked, then boldly said: "You mean I'm sexy and you get..." That was as far as Candy had gone. She rushed from the room, embarrassed but hardly ashamed. Later, while in her bed, she was fingering her pussy, thinking about Frank and wondering what it would be like to fuck him.
Someday ... she had told herself, it might be fun to find out.
All these thoughts were suddenly cut out of existence by the touch of Jim's lips, planting a very tender and expertly skilled kiss on her pussy.
"Ohhh, Jimmmmy..." she moaned.
"Mmmmmmm," he said against her moist cunt, his lips parting, his tongue sticking quickly into her slippery slit.
Oh, Jimmy, you're so good, so good, so good, she thought, as his tongue moved in and out, his lips sucking on her.
Candy licked her tingling lips. She thought about how Rod's cock had felt between them, how great it was to suck on a prong, and she wanted Jim's dick in her mouth; but didn't know how to get it there without continuing to have his mouth on her snatch.
Candy hadn't learned about 69's, but all at once her active mind wondered if it was possible for two people to go down on each other at the same time. That thought came only after thinking how much fun it would be if Rod was there, too, so she could suck his cock.
She arched up, frantically grinding against his mouth, then cried in anguished pleasure, experiencing a quick, delicious cum. He lifted, grinning, his mouth smeared with her cunt juices.
"like that?" he asked.
"Oh, Jimmmmy ... it was wonderful. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Oh ... I learned ... you'd be surprised from who...."
"Oh, it was fantastic ... can't we do it some more? No, let me ... suck you ... oh, no ... I want more ... of that ... oh, I wish there were two of you ... one in my mouth and one to do that to me ... and..." She sighed at the very thought.
"We could do a 69, you know."
She could hardly wait. For the first time since her mother's divorce, Candy felt a real feeling of being needed. She'd been terribly lonely and lost. Now Candy realized things might be really swinging, if they could just hit it off right. If he'd only not be so cocky, now that he knew he had her going and she was willing to go all the way and then some.
"Don't you want to do it that way?"
"What way?" she asked.
"We could both eat each other, it's wild."
"Yes ... let's ... oh, no..." She almost had a cum at the thought. Then another idea frightened her. If he had a cum, he might not be able to screw her.
She started trembling slightly, then said in a weak voice, "Yes ... "
"Aunt Sherry showed me this one," he blurted out, straddling her head with his thighs, presenting the hard moist tip of his cock just above her lips.
"You're aunt?"
"Sure, she's the best ... taught me a lot of things," he bragged. Then as if afraid he'd said too much, "You won't say anything about that, will you?"
"Not if you're good to me, I won't," she promised, now realizing she had a hold on his nuts, but good.
Jim leaned over Candy's pussy, his hands on either side of her thighs.
Candy instinctively lifted her legs and gripped them about his head, drawing those lips against her juicy pussy as she reached up and stroked his prick with tiny fingers. He surged downward slightly and she felt the tip of his moist cock, which had apparently had a cum, touch her mouth. Candy's lips eagerly parted to receive that rigid young prick.
Then a voluptuous wave of ecstasy assaulted Candy as Jim's tongue licked furiously on her hurting cunt. She felt his prick jerk violently as she started tonguing its head, mouthing the fleshy meat as he pressed down further, forcing more of the stiff, slender long shaft deeper into her anxiously awaiting mouth. She pressed the head of that prong against the roof of her mouth, moving her tongue back and forth on the underside, sucking sensually on the rod itself.
Candy didn't think this could last long, but she learned to her amazement that young as Jim was, he could hold off.
The sensations racing through her were wild. She'd never imagined such a thing was possible, eating cock and having her cunt eaten at the same time by the same guy. The one thing more wild than that might be having two guys at once.
She was riding on a voluptuous sea of pleasure, feeling his young prick pulsing and hard, starting to pump up and down in her mouth, between her sucking, compressed lips. Candy's cheeks were sinking in rhythmically about the pumping rod and her hips were twisting, rolling, lifting and lowering frantically.
She couldn't believe anything was as wonderfully exciting as this. What was fucking like? The idea of having his cock screwing her pussy made her almost want to faint.
She was now making slurping sounds around his throbbing stick as it lifted higher and thrust deeper and faster with every penetration.
"I'm cumming, Pm having it. , . " she screamed at that cock in her mouth, unable to speak the words, but her pussy was on fire, exploding.
The smacking, sucking sounds from the boy's mouth against her' cunt, the feel of his lips pulling on that hairy moist flesh, his tongue furiously probing and licking the silky valley between, penetrating the hole, drinking the juices flooding from it, all gathered together into a sensual eruption she couldn't hold back any longer.
Then just as she was having an orgasm, at the very peak of climax, she felt his cock jerk furiously and the first powerfully jetting spasm of nut fluid fairly exploded from its cum-hole, shooting down her throat.
Gulp. Squirt. Gulp. Squirt.
It continued for what seemed a very long time, then they both fell exhausted against one another and rolled apart.
It was some time later that Candy was idly using her hands on Jim's prick, fondling and caressing it, feeling the first quivering of life return. Then she leaned over him, on his back on the cold cement patio floor, and ran her tongue up along the shaft, from base to still glistening tip. The rod jerked voluptuously to this erotic caress.
"God, Candy..."
"God, yourself. I can't wait to feel it where it belongs, deep in my pussy."
Already the young prick was lifting, growing harder as she ran her tongue up and down the length, licking more carefully and lingering at the foreskin, drawing it back, then finally getting the end of his prick into her mouth and mouthing, tonguing the cum-hole.
At that point Jim groaned almost savagely. He sat up, grabbed her head, and pushed her away from his throbbing organ. "Damn it ... lay back, I'll give it to you but good ... like you've never had it before in your life."
Thrilled to almost orgasm, Candy did as she was told, her thighs spread wide. Her pussy was almost dripping, the extended lips red hot, its hole gaping like a volcano about to explode, the rim protruding as if reaching out for cock.
Jim fairly fell down between her eager legs.
At first he started running his crown along the parted lips, the hills between her moist, velvet valley.
Candy moaned in frustration, reaching between her thighs as he drew back, grabbing at his prick, sighing: "Oh, just fuck me. . . "
She urged the point of his cock against her gaping volcanic tube, arched up at first contact, uncontrolled, then in a fit of ecstasy.
Candy had always known that the first cock a woman had would be something special, but in all her imagining she'd never expected this heavenly thing that was happening to her at the first moment of penetration.
Jim, while experienced enough, was awkwardly unskilled compared to a mature male, but Candy didn't know that. It was just as well, since it would leave her open to the total rewards of what the following days would bring.
That slim, young, steel hard prick slipped easily into her tight pussy. She was so buttery hot and moist it would have been possible to take a cock twice as thick with just as much ease. Nothing mattered but this first sensation of having a real live prick swiftly inserting itself all the way into her virginal body. In that instant Candy stopped being a virgin in any sense of the word. Up until then she'd been an experienced female insofar as sexual knowledge was concerned, but now she was literally all woman and the sensation that took possession of her was partly a response to this thrilling truth.
Jim was at a state where it was impossible to use any kind of skill he'd learned from his aunt. He'd been wanting to screw Candy ever since she'd come to live with them. He wanted her almost as much as he wanted Pam. Now, his cock embraced deep within the very sheath of her tight pussy, he could think of nothing else but pumping, thrusting, fairly bouncing up and down above her lovely young body.
Candy, for her own part, didn't care about anything other than experiencing the sensation of a pumping cock assaulting her pussy for the first time. It was better than she'd expected. Even after all the foreplay, the orgasms, the voluptuously erotic sense of total pleasure was more intense.
Her own hips were jerking up and down willingly, even if a little awkward, in their attempt to match his quick furious thrusts. Neither was grinding back and forth or circling. Their hips moved straight up and down, driving his cock in and out at an ever faster rate, pushing their nerves rapidly toward peak after peak of pleasure.
She was being bathed in sensations she'd only guessed might be possible but never believed could take place. Every penetration was a flooding wave of ecstasy, of killing pleasure.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... ohhhh..." she choked out with each thrust of his cock in her.
He groaned every time his prick when in, each time it pulled part way out. "Uhhhh ... huuuu ... uhhhhh ... huuuu ... ohhhh..."
"Fuck me, fuck me ... oh, fuck me..." she said as the ecstasy became too much.
Her hips were ramming faster, her fanny hitting the cement so hard it hurt, but that didn't matter, nothing mattered but that cock inside her.
"Cum ... cum ... I'm ... gonna cum..." he warned as his cock bulged. His rapid-like thrust moved it deeper into her, making the end of his cock go right up into her womb.
She felt every rippling sensation through her whole nervous system.:
By now Candy's arms and legs were wrapped vise-like about Jim's young body, her breasts crushed brutally on his chest as his cock spasmed, rippled, convulsed in her own constricting, cumming pussy, wrapped so violently tight about that long fuck shaft cutting through her body.
She felt the squirting spasms of his cock spilling his ball cream up through her snatch. Then her hips started bouncing again, pumping on his jerking cock, screwing it, fucking on that slippery rod, building another orgasm, which was quickly followed by one after another. She'd never expected this. The multiple cums were too much for her young mind to understand, to handle. For a moment she felt fear, then all that ebbed away as her body hardened, the muscles knotted, nerves curled, back arching, legs squeezing so powerfully about his muscular form in her final climax that the world seemed to end in an atomic eruption.
Her pussy was clamped so tightly about his young spent cock that it was held a captive, almost being choked at the base, and when he attempted to withdraw it a moment later, the softening rod belched and jerked free.
With a moan, they parted.
Jim squatted over Candy, his half closed eyes watching her panting, pumping breasts, the flesh shiny, the tiny blue veins seeming to pulse in his imagination.
Outside of his aunt and Nancy Harrison, this was the first female he'd screwed; the first and youngest teenage girl to have squeezed down so wildly on his prick. The whole experience stunned him.
After a long time she licked her lips, which had become terribly dry, then managed to say: "You were the first ... I'll never forget...."
"First. . . ? You're kidding?"
"The first I ever had, and it was sensational..."
"You said that-"
"I never had one in my pussy before," Candy admitted, sitting up, grinning happily, more thrilled than she'd ever been and already wondering how it could be with his father, Frank, if she got the chance-and somehow it seemed highly possible. It was only a matter of time and place. She could hardly wait.
Neither of them said anything for some time then r
Jim spoke, "You said you and your brother..."
"Just playing around ... he hasn't had a woman ... like you just had me."
"Boy, would Sherry just love teaching him what it's like. She'll take any cock ... a real horny woman."
"Maybe you should tell him. I think he finds her attractive."
"She'd just love having it with Rod ... has a real thing about young teenage boys--likes to teach them about sex ... gives her a charge..."
Candy grinned thoughtfully, thinking about her mother. "You know, sometimes I wonder about Mommy ... the way she looks at you. Maybe she's like your aunt." She reached out and stroked his cock.
He laughed a little nervously. "Maybe we better get dressed before anybody comes home and sees us like this. Come on, let's go into the house and have a Coke."
CHAPTER SIX
Frank Nelson, Sherry Greene and Pam were sitting in the living room. Stella was with Rod, Candy and Jim in the backyard, watching the "young ones" while they played in the pool. It had been a week since Pam had gone to the Swing and picked up that cock-artist. Since then she'd applied for several jobs but had gotten nowhere.
Sherry, a striking 32-year-old redhead, was leaning back against the sofa, watching her brother Frank and his sister-in-law. She knew what was going on in her brother's mind as well as if he were shouting at the top of his voice. He felt his drinks and was at that point where it was difficult for him to hide his feelings, at least to herself.
Frank kept glancing at Pam, who wore a white blouse loose about her wonderfully thrusting breasts and a short revealing red skirt that gave him an excellent view of her legs and lower thighs.
Sherry knew that Frank would give a lot to be alone in the house with Pam Douglas. He'd had the hots for her cunt for months and had actually confessed his interest months before Pam had divorced Jack. Sherry hadn't known Pam very well before the woman moved into the Nelson house. They had met a couple of times, but it was Sherry's nature to find men far more to her liking. The only interesting thing about Pam had been her husband-now ex-and Sherry had known from the start that he would have been easy to seduce. It wasn't Jack, though, who intrigued Sherry; only his son. There was something special about young boys that really turned her on. Sherry got her pick of mature cocks at the bar. And she fucked more cock than she needed; any night after work she could-and usually did-find some prick willing to take her off to a motel or apartment for a hot night-lunch of cock-meat.
A slow grin spread across her face as she thought about what Jimmy had told her the other day at breakfast, when Rod had left the kitchen to get his school books. "He sure has the hots for you, Auntie," Jim had stated with a grin on his boyish face. She'd reached under the kitchen table and groped at her young nephew's crotch.
"like that?" she teased. It was as far as she could go, because Pam and Stella joined them. Since then Sherry had been intrigued by the idea of getting Rod's young body naked and showing him what his young pecker was supposed to be used for.
Yesterday, while driving Jimmy to town, they'd talked a little about the Douglas family and she'd teasingly suggested he had a hard-on for his cousin Candy. "God," he'd exploded, "any guy would. She's something wild." When Sherry pushed, he admitted: "She's no virgin ... you better believe me ... even said Rod and her fooled around a little-but he hasn't done it with her..."
When Sherry asked: "How do you know?" he'd muttered something she didn't catch and then, "Candy says Rod really thinks you're something else." Sherry countered that with: "Did you fuck Candy?" For a moment there was an embarrassed silence, then Sherry laughed, pleased, saying: "What's with you, Jimmy, didn't I teach you a girl wants a man's cock giving it to her just as bad as he wants to fuck her with it? Candy has been chasing you since they moved in." Then she'd almost pushed him into admitting he was hot for Candy's mother, too. The conversation changed after that. But, Sherry knew enough to put the facts together: Jim and Candy had made it; Rod was ripe for a seduction; Jim was desperately, childishly panting for Pam.
And Frank Nelson sure as hell had it for the Douglas girls: both of them.
He'd told Sherry, "You know, it's a damn shame that Pam won't turn on like ... well, like you ... and her mother. Stella's something else."
Sherry grinned, knowing how the woman liked to watch when another couple were screwing. A couple of times Frank had taken Sherry into the master bedroom and they'd stripped while Stella watched, fully clothed. The first time, Sherry had been a little startled, but accepted Frank's statement that Stella would really go for it. They'd done everything, from blow-jobs to 69's to real fucking, over the months since Sherry had moved in, and Stella watched. What went on later, when they were alone, Sherry never asked and was never really interested in. Frank was a good enough stud, and she did what he desired as part of the "room and board." Sherry would fuck any cock, just so it got up hard and gave a big cum.
Frank had continued, saying: "You know, I get the idea that with a little push, Pam would ... really become a swinging girl ... like you are."
"Maybe she needs a little help."
"Probably. Stella wishes to hell we could do something to make up for the mistake she'd made when Pam was young. Stella was really fucked-up before we met ... but you know that ... and she just doesn't know how to get through to Pam. Has tried, too. I've seen it ... what Pam needs is a push ... and I'm not certain I'm the one to do it."
"Maybe I could give that push, into your loving arms?" Sherry laughed, mockingly.
"Might not be a bad idea."
They'd talked a little more about that, then the subject changed direction, focusing on Pam's two teenage children.
"Candy's a real doll," Frank admitted, grinning, as if he were mentally picturing her voluptuous young body. "Really matured fast ... makes a dick get hard just lookin' and wantin'. "
"You know me and little boys," Sherry had laughed, getting a kick out of the conversation. "That little Rod ... I'd sure as hell like teaching him some real lessons about sex. We're really some family." And, she was thinking, we'd be a real swinging family if Pam would turn on. Then, after Candy and Rod were broken in ... WOW!
As Frank's eyes shifted from Pam's seductive and maddeningly erotic body to that of his sister's more slender, yet just as exciting form, he saw in the younger woman's face more than she would have liked.
Hot fury, a flash of embarrassment and then an explosive reaction of fear overcame Pam.
Sherry laughed in delight. She'd baited the woman, now all Pam needed was a little more pushing in the right direction. "At least I admit it. And, come to think about men, males ... sex ... I sure as hell wish I was young enough to chase after your son ... or something like that! And what's wrong with recognizing a boy as being sexually attractive? He's such a handsome, lovely young boy."
"God," Pam cried, shaken, feeling the woman was in some way reading her own mind about young boys and saying what she herself would like to admit. "You got to be kidding."
"Sure I am. And just as certainly, you haven't noticed Jimmy, either."
"Come on, girls," Frank said, "let's not get things-"
"I don't like the implications of that, Sherry," Pam snapped, sick inside, feeling as if stripped naked, as if her deepest thoughts were being exposed.
"Why? Afraid to admit that a young boy might be sexually attractive? Don't knock it until you've tried it," Sherry taunted, tickled by the obvious fact that she was hitting a raw nerve.
Pam started to say something, then stood, swaying, her eyes flaring with fury. She was in a state of shock. The conversation had exploded so unexpectedly at the very core of her own longing, depressive desire for Jim that it was impossible to even think. She was trembling visibly and it wasn't so much from anger at Sherry's words, but desperate, nerve-shattered desire. Sherry had cut to the center of Pam's being. Ever since the other night with that hot stud, that nameless prick she'd balled, Pam had found herself tormented even more violently by the obsessive desire for Jim Nelson, even to the point of being tempted to make a brazen pass at Frank.
"Come on, girls," Frank said. His sister had gone too far. "Sherry's only kidding ... making fun because we're all getting old and don't like it."
"Shit on you," Sherry snapped. "You're a jack-ass ... both of you ... neither having the guts to admit the honest truth. You know what I mean, Frank, every word of it."
With that she stomped out of the room, acting out the part of anger, while inwardly laughing at all three of them.
Pam stood there for a moment, then tried to laugh, refused to face Frank, frightened by the churning need that was bursting up inside her guts.
They had been drinking a little too much before dinner. Now the total effects of the booze and the not-so-subtle glances Frank had tossed her way, coupled by this last move by Sherry-which had sounded frighteningly calculated-had mixed together to such a high point that Pam didn't know what to do. Then, impulsively, she made her move, starting for the front door.
She was outside, opening her car door when Frank came up beside her.
"What's wrong?" he demanded, his voice a mixture of firmness and something else, only half-hidden.
Not realizing what she was doing, Pam turned and flung her arms about Frank's neck, trembling against his firm body.
Again her mind played a damning trick on her. The male form had no real identity and for a moment her body started automatically responding.
Frank's arms circled Pam's voluptuous body but he found it impossible to make a real grab at her boobs. Something warned him to play it cool: this might be the moment he had been waiting for. One false move and he'd blow what Sherry had set-up for him.
For a moment they clung together, Frank reminding himself to continue playing the friend, the male toward whom Pam was able to turn if she needed him. "Pam, don't worry ... don't let her upset you..."
She looked into his eyes and for a moment it seemed as if she was about to kiss him. Then her face crumbled, tears running down those creamy white cheeks.
"Oh, Frank, I have to do something. I can't stand it any longer..." The tortured anguish in her voice broke off.
"Want to take a ride?" he suggested, thrilled by the chance this might give him. To be alone with Pam at a moment like this would make it possible to do more than simply keep a hot, panting distance. Anything might happen.
Pam nodded, tight-lipped, following Frank to his car.
Sherry watched them driving down the street, a pleased, amused grin on her lips. She turned and stepped across the living room, a highball in her right hand. She looked out the double glass doors; Stella was sitting by the pool and Candy and Jim were swimming.
Her eyes searched for Rod Douglas. It was several moments before she realized he wasn't outside with the others. Another grin played on her face. Maybe she had a chance to start developing things with Rod. Just maybe. But how?
Opening the patio door, she called to Stella: "I'm going on to bed."
The older woman turned and nodded.
Sherry went upstairs, pausing in the hallway outside Rod's bedroom, just across the hall from her own. The door was half open, with darkness beyond.
"Rod?" she called quietly.
When there wasn't any answer, she pushed the door open, stepping into the room.
"Rod?" she called softly, feeling the tingling excitement tickle up her pussy.
No answer. She went toward the bathroom and tried the door, which quickly opened.
As she stepped into the room she discovered to her startled pleasure a sight that sent a wave of voluptuous orgastic excitement deep in her cunt.
In the darkened room it was possible to make out the shadowy form, outlined by the dim light from the window. The young boy was standing in front of the toilet, his pants dropped down about his thighs and right hand moving in a fist-fucking blur at his crotch.
For an instant he wasn't aware of her there, then all at once he gasped when she took in a deep sucking breath.
Turning, hand dropping from his hard little pecker, Rod backed away against the far door, obviously frightened.
Sherry stepped boldly forward, inwardly thrilling, near a point of personal orgasm, not able to believe the luck she was having. It couldn't have been better if she'd planned it.
"Don't be frightened," she told him in a gentle, understanding voice. "I bet that felt good. I know young boys do that to themselves ... so do girls. There's nothing wrong with playing with yourself, Rod ... only ... there are better things ... better ways to enjoy it..."
Her breath was rapid and her breasts heaving against the now too-tight bra. Her pussy felt as if it were flowing with cum-juice. Even in the darkness she could make out the shape of his young pecker and the sight was too much. Sherry would have seduced him even if his mother was looking on.
"I ... I ... wasn't..."
She chuckled, now standing inches away from Rod's young boyish form, his big cock swollen, naked, bulging invitingly, his pants gathered about his lower thighs so it was impossible to move fast. She had him captive and the erotic images that flashed through her mind were overwhelming.
"Wouldn't you like me to help you a little, Rod?" she suggested, moving even closer. "We could really have a lot more fun that way ... and I know you think I'm attractive ... don't you? And ... I'm sure ... we could have more fun than you've been able to imagine ... wouldn't you like that?"
She felt bold, drunk from liquor and lust, not even aware that her actions might scare the nuts off the child.
Much to her surprise and pleasure, Rod recovered amazingly fast. "Gee, Aunt Sherry," he moaned, his voice trembling. "You're not mad?"
"Hardly. What could ever make me mad about this? You're so lovely ... so sexy and exciting ... let me help you ... " Her words were seductive, caressing. Then she reached out and gently found his cock with her right hand, her fingers folding lovingly about the hardened prong, which was hot, throbbing. It bulged tight, harder in her embracing grip.
"Jim wasn't kidding, then," he choked out.
"About what?"
"That ... you liked ... it ... with ... boys...."
A thrill of pleasure shot through her. She'd have to give Jim a real good time one of these evenings. She'd been keeping away from him for some weeks. The dear boy had set things up so it would be easy to get Rod. What a darling, Sherry mused. Then her mind shifted and she was aware of nothing other than the young boy's fiery pecker throbbing against her fingers.
"Come ... let's lock the door. ... We can do something in here, together, and nobody will ever know...."
"Really?" he choked.
"Really ... then, maybe some other time we can get together and do it right."
In seconds the two bathroom doors were locked and Sherry was once again facing the young boy, her pussy burning like fire.
With one hand still holding his hard young pecker, Sherry lifted her skirt, furiously worked down her panties and finally took the young boy's other hand and placed it against her burning, juicy cunt.
"Know what that is?" she murmured.
"I sure do," he moaned, his hot cock jerking in her grip.
"Want it ... want to feel it all around your lovely pecker?" Sherry moaned in a state of ecstasy.
She'd actually merely planned on jacking the boy off or getting his cock in her mouth, but from the way he was moving his fingertips against her cunt, stroking, knowingly teasing, exploring, there was no possible chance of being satisfied by anything other than total orgastic passion of his innocent young prong.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pam was in a state of total confusion as she sat next to Frank Nelson. His broad-shouldered body, the awareness of his hauntingly seductive attractiveness, her own wanting so intense and driving that it made her weak, meant only one thing: it wouldn't take much more than a subtle shove and she'd willingly climb onto his prick and fuck her pussy to an ecstasy of orgasm.
The last weeks had been difficult; the last one even more impossible. Having experienced a sexual orgy with that cock-artist she'd picked up, and being aware of the fact it wasn't enough to cure or kill her longing need for more cock-for Jim Nelson-made her an anxious and easy target for a quick seduction.
Frank was saying: "It must be hard on you ... since the divorce."
"In what way?"
But Pam knew.
"I'll be truthful ... if you don't mind..." "Please don't...."
"Why not?" He turned, grinned, sure of himself. They'd been riding in his car for some time. They said little, other than for Frank to assure her that his sister hadn't really meant what she'd said. Pam guessed differently and didn't really care. She had her own problems.
"Frank," Pam managed, "things could get terribly complicated...."
"Could they? I doubt it ... and you know that's true." He pulled the car over to the side of the road, a tree-lined side street. Turning, he said: "Why shouldn't we face the truth, Pam? We both want the same thing ... have ... for a long time...."
For a moment Pam sat there, trembling inside, wanting to say something, knowing what he meant and wanting to screw his cock until he screamed for mercy.
"Sherry was right about us being an odd family, in some ways, at least." Frank's voice retained a slightly casual attitude, yet subtly seductive, careful, as if he was afraid to push too hard, too quickly. "Ever since that night we kissed ... I haven't forgotten ... nor how you felt ... how you kissed me back."
"Please, Frank."
Instead of speaking, he reached out, touching her shoulder. "I'm right and you know it. This can't last for long. It is already complicated."
"Maybe you better take me home, Frank ... before we do something both of us will be sorry for."
"I wouldn't be sorry, and I don't believe you would either. Why did you take this ride with me in the first place?"
"You goddamn bastard!" she choked out, turning, coming violently into his arms.
Pam's lips were on his, open, her tongue frantically attempting to get past his still closed teeth, but mentally she was thinking about Jimmy.
When Frank's mouth opened in total cooperation to her assault, she thrust her tongue deeply into it. She felt her pussy pushed by a searching hand. That quickly Frank had recovered and become the aggressive partner. His searching fingers drove along swollen, blood-filled cunt-lips, thrillingly, as if attempting to find the hole, the well into which to force his hard dick.
His other hand was on her breast, squeezing, crushing at its fleshy melon shape.
Then, hugging against his cheek, the kiss broken, she sobbed, "Ohhhhh ... God ... forgive ... me..."
"Let's go somewhere..."he hissed in her ear.
"I can't ... wait," she moaned, suddenly aware of this truth. Her right hand was already sliding down his stomach, reaching, searching until she found the amazingly huge swell of a horny hard prick, bulky under his slacks.
"Ohhhhh ... God ... Fraaannnkkk!" she cried, grabbing at his cock, wanting it naked to suck, then fuck until it was cumming, shooting hot cream up into her mouth or cunt.
"No..." he groaned, pushing her eagerly away. "The store ... do it right."
But Pam already had her fingers on Frank's zipper and fairly yanked it down, reaching in, fumbling until she was touching the naked hard hot rod under his jocks.
"Ohhhhh ... ahhhhh..." he moaned, then leaned back against the seat, now beyond control to stop her.
Neither of them wanted to stop. It had happened this suddenly. There could be no waiting. Not now.
Pam was frantically parting his pants, getting that hard, hot prong out, wrapping her fingers about its thick, massive shaft, then slowly lifting and lowering on it, her fingers trembling as violently as her lips, now lowering to the meaty tip, already juiced with cum.
Even while she was doing this, Pam's thoughts were running down two channels, mentally picturing Jimmy, wishing this was his young cock, while at the same time mockingly thrilling to the fact this was her mother's husband; it was almost just. Stella had screwed up Pam's teenage years. Now, in a way, she was getting even by screwing Stella's husband.
As Pam's mouth moved against the tip of his prong, Frank almost shuddered in voluptuous excitement. It had all taken place so quickly, so easily and unexpectedly. For the first time he realized that Pam had been even more anxious to screw him than he'd been for her pussy.
"Oh ... Paaaammmmm ... Uhhhhh," he moaned at the first voluptuous sensations that jolted through his prick at the touch of her parted lips closing on the head.
Frank's hips lifted, but in the closed quarters, the steering wheel made such action awkward and he sank back, letting the woman take command, but all the time wanting frantically to get to her body.
Pam's mouth closed hungrily, almost furiously on the long shaft of the man's rigid, arching cock, her tongue sliding quickly back and forth on the underside, licking across the foreskin, drawing it from left to right, up and down, then her tongue circled the bulging, hot head as she gave him a long, hard suck.
"Oh ... uggghhhhahhha ... ohhhhh ... shiiiit ... God ... oh ... Goooooddddd ... oh, Paaaammmmm," he moaned, then cried out in sudden agonized pleasure as she lowered her head, taking in more of his fuck shaft, sucking violently on his prick.
The cock in Pam's mouth was already jerking in a quick hard spasm and she felt the hot sticky cream shot from the meaty tip.
Christ, she thought in horror, he's shooting his nuts off, already.
Then a thrill rippled through her whole being as she felt that rod bucking, jerking, cumming, spasm after spasm flooding her mouth with the warm juice she had wanted so bad, "Uhhhhhahhhhhahhhh ... AHHHHHH ... Ug ... "
Squirt. Gulp.
Her throat was constricting convulsively about the man's throbbing prick, gulping frantically in an attempt to get every delicious drop of that creamy hot liquid which fired from the bulged, jerking tip.
Spurt. Gulp.
"Uhg ... oh, God ... God." And with every word that burst from Frank's anguished lips, another ripple shot through his prong, inserted orgastically deep into that confining moist oral embrace which gulped hungrily on the squirting spasms of cum which flooded into her passionately devouring mouth.
His prick was fairly dancing in her mouth as she continued savoring its taste, gulping on the convulsive jerks that kept flooding her with more and more warm cum.
"Ahhhhh ... ug. . . " Squirt. A powerful jerking rod fired liquid-like bullets against the back of her throat,, shooting them down into that gulping cavity which desperately attempted to drain more of the heavenly hot cum.
"Paaammmm! Oh..." Another quivering jet of heated cum streamed along the jerking, rippling rod between her lips, thrilling Pam to a straining, shuddering orgasm so complete that she was exhausted and wanting more. At that moment he could have pissed in her mouth and she'd have gulped thirstily on every streaming drop until his bladder was as empty as the knotted-up nuts, which the fingers of her right hand had now cupped about, attempting to squeeze more cum from his exhausted prick. Her mouth continued sucking, even as Frank's hard-on melted between those insanely adoring and voluptuously hungry lips.
Finally, reluctant but admitting defeat for the moment, Pam sat up, shaken, white-faced, her cunt damp in its own juices, panties drenched, her pussy hurting and screaming for cock.
Mentally she was furious that it would take time for Frank to get a hard-on, if at all, at his age. If only he was Jimmy Jimmy!
Neither of them spoke for some time, but Pam was holding a shaky hand on her pussy, agonized; thinking how a woman could so easily take on more than one cock at a time and mentally almost out of her head at the very idea. If only...
Frank finally said: "Let's do it right ... next time."
Pam nodded, accepted a cigarette he placed between her lips.
"I need it, Frank," she managed as he started the engine of the car. "God, how I need a real hard fuck!"
"The store," was the only answer she got.
And this time Pam didn't have the will to argue the point. All she could think of was getting his dick hard again and feeling that tight hard prick churning deep into her pussy.
Stella sat on the patio for a while after Sherry had informed her she was going to bed. Finally she went into the den, poured herself a drink, then looked out through the window at the two kids, wondering what they might do thinking no one was watching.
Stella knew exactly what Candy and Jimmy wanted to do, and she knew how Jimmy had been taught the facts of life from his Aunt Sherry. The last couple of years had been a strange and educational experience for her. Since Gordon, her first husband-Pam's father-had died, leaving her the store, she'd changed a lot. Frank Nelson worked as the Assistant Manager when her husband had lived, and she'd promoted him to full manager. He didn't take long to move in on her, either. He found Stella attractive; he went for older women but, as Stella was soon to learn, he went for young under-age girls, too. In fact, Frank went for anything female, anything he could slip his hard cock into.
Vaguely, Stella wondered where Frank and Pam were. She guessed it wouldn't be long before Frank got into her daughter's pants with more than mere fingers. He'd said many times in the past how Pam gave him a real hard-on. Stella secretly hoped he'd make it with Pam; in fact, she'd give a lot to watch them really turning on. It would make up for a lot of mistakes she'd made with Pam.
Taking a quick swallow of her drink, Stella grinned at herself. Frank Nelson, his son, his sister, had all taught her a lot about sex. In fact, Stella found Jimmy very sexually exciting, but hadn't yet gotten the guts to make a seductive play for him. Maybe it was her age. Jimmy might dig the idea of a woman Sherry's age or Pam's, since they were in the prime of their life; but Stella couldn't believe that such a teenage boy might find a 50-year-old female an attractive target for his young prick. Yet she'd sure love watching him balling some girl.
Stella was hoping, openly, that Candy and Jimmy would start doing more than innocent flirting as they'd been doing in the pool while she watched. They were hot for one another; that was easy enough to see.
If only they'd fuck ... if only I could see young Jimmy's dick hard and fucking a woman's cunt ... it would almost be as good as doing it to him myself, Stella mused, feeling only half-guilty by such thoughts.
Stella had always been over-sexed. Even as a teenage girl she'd been involved with several young boys before learning what sex really meant. Her parents never mentioned the word, but someone else finally set her right about how babies were born. She talked to her minister when she was a little older and especially after having Pam. Stella had become a sexual prude, even with her husband. Guilt had even set in about her sexual feelings. Ony upon being exposed to Frank's attitude about sex was she finally released from such long-conditioned anti-sexual guilts. Frank stated it simple enough: "We have bodies and sexual organs. They were created to be enjoyed in every way. Society created rules against sexual activity. With the pill and medical science what it is today, there isn't a reason in the world not to really turn on and enjoy what God gave us the tools to enjoy. Sex is the most natural and complete pleasure humans can experience. And we're damn fools not to make the most of it, before it's too late. We're creatures that grow old, and once old, it's all over."
That sunk in, quick. Stella was anguished by the fact she was getting old. She hated herself for having been denied the total sensual pleasures of the flesh and had promised herself to get them every chance she had, with any male around who would service her pussy. So far that had been only Frank.
Stella knew that Frank had married her more for money than love. That wasn't important because she'd married him because he liked to fuck and was so damn good at using his prick in a woman's pussy and enjoyed every kind of sexual experience. She'd even watched him a couple of times while he screwed his sister. They really turned on.
A shivering excitement enveloped Stella as she saw the teenagers swim close together, slip arms about one another and then kiss, their bodies quite obviously merging tightly together under the water.
A quick orgasm attacked Stella's cunt while she mentally pictured Jimmy's young prick rubbing hardly against her grand-daughter's drooling pussy. In her mind the two out there were naked, not covered by swimsuits.
Stella wished it was possible to go out and tell them to undress and screw right in front of her. But she hadn't gone that far yet, besides it was fun to watch while they weren't aware of being observed.
What Stella didn't know was that Candy had whispered to Jimmy to get his hand into bikini, against her pussy and to finger the hole.
"You're kidding." He'd laughed as they embraced even tighter.
"Golly, Jimmy, I need it..."
Then she'd felt a voluptuous thrill as he slipped his right hand between them, against her belly. His fingers caressed down until they found the top of her bikini bottoms, working under the elastic. Then the boy felt her pussy hairs, wet from water and cum.
She moaned, got his tongue deep into her mouth and sucked violently, her legs parting wide, bucking, embracing his thighs, aware of the hard prick under those trunks pressing between her pussy and ass-hole.
Then his fingertips touched her cunt and worked into the juicy hole. She had to control any visible reaction. If his tongue hadn't been in her mouth, Candy would have screamed in ecstasy. It was the thrill of secretly sexing one another like this, being aware of his hard prick, wanting to bang her cunt until she felt him cum-and not getting any of this, yet. It was the teasing excitement of doing something like this and knowing it was so easy to suggest they get off in the backyard, in the bushes, any place out of sight of any preying eyes from the house, then fuck one another until exhaustion. She hadn't felt his prick since that first evening a week before.
They'd been teasing and flirting all evening, right under the stupid stare of Stella who was obviously unaware of what was really happening. Even while she sat there watching, Candy had several times gotten close to Jimmy, reached under the water and stroked his crotch. Once, while swimming under water, she'd moved under him, turned, got her lips against his trunks and give that hard pecker under the wet cloth a real long voluptuous sucking kiss. It lasted only a moment, but her pussy had actually experienced a short, nice little cum.
As their kiss broke, she rubbed herself against his hard prong and those fingers under her bikini.
"Let's get out of the pool."
"Why?" he asked.
"Can't you guess?"
"Here?" he gulped in a surprised voice.
"Not here, stupid ... over there, away from any windows. I can't ... wait ... to see you naked ... oh, please, ... we could do it. Nobody would see us. Do something, anything ... I'm almost pissing in my pants to get hold of your prick."
She thrilled using those words and the feel of his cock jerking in response to such statements was almost as erotic as a cum.
He nodded, tight-lipped, then swam away from her toward the edge of the pool.
Stella watched from the window with a sinking sense of disappointment as the two teenagers stepped away from the pool, then out of her line of sight around the corner of the house.
Desperate, knowing she could not watch the kids, Stella moved to the small bathroom off the den.
Even before the door closed behind her, Stella had her skirt pulled up, panties down and her finger inserted deep, into her hot moist cunt.
"Oh, God, I wanna be fucked ... oh, to be stuffing a cock in my cunt ... oh, Frank ... where are you?"
Mentally she pictured Jimmy in his trunks, crotch bulging with a hard-on. She stripped him naked, pictured a bulging prick which her fingers tremblingly inserted deep into her slippery cunt.
Stella moaned: "Ohhhh ... honnnney ... oh ... fuck ... me. Fuck me ... oh, screw my ... pussy. MYYYY cuuuunt ... ohhhhh ... cum ... oh ... cuuuuum. Jimmmmy ... dear ... darling ... Jimmmmmmy. Fuck me fuck ME FUCKMEFUCKME. FUUUUUK ... MMMMM ... MYYYY ... CUNT!"
With every word, she was ramming three fingers into her flaming pussy, dripping in cum, buttery, convulsing, tightening around the imaginary young boy's prick.
Stella leaned against the bathroom door, her body arched forward, hips thrust out, churning fingers furiously screwing in and out of her dripping slit, which contracted convulsively as she continued moaning, sobbing, and finally giving out a muffled scream of ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh ... Christ . . .UGH ... UGGGHHHHHH!" Then she fell back, almost dropping to her knees, on the verge of passing out as her body slowly slumped in the aftermath of the volley of multiple orgasms given by her three fingers but created by the image of a young teenage boy who was now outside in the backyard with his trunks pulled down about his muscular thighs. The 14-year-old girl kneeling before his hardened prong was sucking greedily on it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rod Douglas's little boy pecker was a stiff rod against Sherry's fingertips, but the beefy head was a hot moist tip playing along the juicy valley between her pussy-lips.
Rod was at first stunned, then thrilled beyond thought. A little while before he'd been furiously jacking off, thinking about Sherry Greene's lovely mature body as it looked in a bikini, tall, lush at the breasts, narrow-waisted, rounded wide flaring hips, swollen, but firm fanny, sexy, mature, fully shaped thighs, skin a deep rich red-tan, long red hair flowing around her naked shoulders. In his imagination he simply didn't find it possible to visualize her boobs or pussy naked. All female boobs and cunts looked much like his sister's. He'd seen enough of Candy as she developed into the shapely young teenager, and always pictured most girls his age or women like Sherry as having breasts and tits like his sister's, even if it was obvious theirs must be different.
Rod had been jacking off, thinking about Sherry. That's why he'd come up to his room. Swimming around in the pool with Candy and Jimmy, Rod had been aware of their sexual interplay and even though it was possible to join in as far as Candy was concerned, it hardly seemed worth it, unless all of them were naked, alone together and really fooling around. But he'd gotten one hell of a hard-on.
Rod went up to his room, closed the bath door, yanked down his pants and shorts, thinking about Sherry.
And now his prick was simply gliding up the hot, moist valley between her wondrously large, hairy pussy-lips.
God, he thought, wish I could really see her body naked-all over!
Sherry was so dazed with the good luck of having found Rod in such a situation, playing with his lovely young hard prick and probably thinking about some sexy young thing at school, that all she could care about was the pleasure of that large boy-cock touching her hot box.
She was startled, at the same time, that he had recovered so quickly, becoming obviously aware of what she wanted and almost actively aware of how to do it.
She'd said, after his first caressing cock-rub on her cunt, "Here ... let me."
Her fingers slipped about his prick, gripping it at the base, and slowly moved the rod up and down, letting the fully padded, moist tip of that boy-prick dance deliciously along her snatch, caressing the juice-drenched slit.
"Ohhhhh ... ahhhh ... ohhhhh ... ahhhh the boy moaned as his prick continued to be played hotly along Sherry's buttery sex-valley.
She was hardly able to contain the animal sounds teasing her own throat. Nor could Sherry quite control the urge to gasp now and then when his prick played against her cunt-hole.
"Oh ... Oh ... AH!" she'd sigh.
Finally this teasing torture was too much. She didn't want the young boy to cum without being clamped tight into her pussy. Screwing cock standing might be difficult with any male who hadn't experienced such a sexual position before; with a boy like Rod it was simply out of the question.
How? Sherry's mind screamed. She was physically on the hard edge of taking his prick and stuffing it literally into her pussy.
"On the floooor," she gasped, releasing Rod's rod before there was a chance of his cumming too soon. "Ohhh, onnnn the flooooor, Roooood."
"Yes, yes..." was all the boy said, fairly ripping his pants off.
Sherry thanked whatever powers were responsible for making this bathroom large enough so she could almost stretch out on her back. She bent her legs, parting them. Sherry's skirt was draped on the floor about her naked thighs and pussy.
"Ever seen a woman's pussy before?" Sherry asked, wishing the lights were on so she could watch the delighted expression on his face while looking at her mature cunt.
"Hell, noooo!"
"We'll have to be quiet. Act like you're in here alone. If you turn on the lights, then you can see me, my ... cunt ... all hot and excitingly gaping for you to poke into with that lovely young ... oh ... Roooood!"
Instead of having turned on the lights, Rod moved down between her legs and gave her an unexpected tongue-kiss: right along the extended fully flushed lips of her pussy, running that moist caressing tongue up that burning valley of silky flesh. It was the last thing Sherry had expected.
"Ohhhhh ... Rooooood!" she moaned again as he licked her cunt once more. "Where ... ohhhh, darling little boy ... where ... did you learn that?"
He'd already lifted from her and was standing. She could just make out his cock jerking between naked thighs. The young boy reached out and flipped on the bathroom light and gaped down.
His deep blue eyes dropped to her pussy and grew large. A swift grin of pleasure spread across his slender mouth. The boy's face flushed deep red, but revealed no embarrassment. He was proudly displaying the heavy-headed prong between his thighs, hands on hips, fairly devouring Pam's cunt with his eager young gaze.
"Don't ... just stand there, baby," she moaned, her hips writhing.
Only then did Rod show any signs of being unsure of himself. He knew little about sex-at least not enough to qualify for knowing what to do next. He'd eaten Candy's cunt, played with her boobs, sucked them, let her chew and suck-out and tongue his prick. But he'd never fucked. He'd been told what screwing and fucking meant. But he had also been told how the first times a guy could bomb out-in every way. He wanted to do this right.
Sherry saw this confusion on his young features and suddenly understood. It was one thing to have sophisticated knowledge about licking pussy, but something totally different to know how to go about successfully fucking the first cunt offered.
The surprise of having him lick her like that made Sherry forget about his virginity.
"Come down here, Rod ... and I'll show you how to really enjoy a woman ... and how a woman can enjoy your dick best."
She half-sat, her arms reaching out toward him invitingly. She wished they were both totally naked, but knew things were too-far advanced for stripping. She needed his fucking cock-now!
Then he fairly fell into her embracing arms, their lips met and she felt the first touch of his naked hard prong slide down along one thigh, coming to rest almost against her hairy pussy.
"Ohhhh, Rod, darling," she sobbed just before their lips met in a thrillingly sloppy tongue-kiss. She arched, writhed, wiggling in an attempt to get his prick in position. There could be little waiting, no build-up that could match what had already taken place up to this time. The sight of his amazingly big prick had given her such a passionately overwhelming need to be fucked by that lovely young thing that Sherry didn't care about anything else.
One hand reached down between them, even as the young boy pulled her tongue into his mouth. Sherry's searching fingers discovered his prong, grabbed at it, pulled the shaft down until she felt the silken redhot tip touch her pussy-hole. Then she arched.
"Ohhhhh, shiiiiiit. . . " Rod screamed at what sounded like the top of his lungs as he experienced the sensation of a woman's jujcy cunt folding rapidly about his young twitching prick for the first time.
Several miles away, Frank slammed the door of his private office, flipped on the lights and watched as Pam frantically began undressing in a fury of action, pulling her dress up over her head, then standing there before him in all the glory of her magnificently mature, voluptuous body, her breasts brimming over the bra that seemed several sizes too small about the mellow swells of lush pink-white flesh. Her hips were wide, thighs creamy smooth, tanned, as he'd seen them in hot pants, swim suits. Pam's hips were covered only by narrow see-through red panties, revealing the darkly matted hairs of her pussy, flushed with the passionate need for a man's throbbing hard dick.
His cock was swollen against the tight jocks, hurting hard. The short trip to the office had seemed like a drive of a thousand miles.
Frank was stripping naked and when Pam had dragged the panties off her wide hips, exposing the naked lips of her hot, moist pussy, swollen and glistening, parted deliciously wide, the gaping hole almost screaming to be fucked, he'd removed his shirt and was hurriedly dropping jocks and slacks to the floor, revealing his swelled cock.
"Thank God, your dick's hard," Pam moaned, watching him strip.
She stared with glazed eyes at his hairy crotch, at the huge, knotted-up nuts, the heavy, vein-throbbing prong lifting brazenly from the mass of black curling hairs. Her hips jerked automatically, as if ramming against that rigid prick.
Pam couldn't control her needs now even if she'd wanted to. And she didn't. It might be more thrilling if Stella were watching-or at least knew what was about to happen.
If only Jimmy...
She didn't think about the other still nameless, almost faceless young boy that haunted her mind in its darkest caverns.
Hot and panting as Pam's craving for the hard, glistening prick being presented to her was, her passion would have chilled to ice if she consciously realized who that other young boy was; she couldn't help having an erotic desire and ... lust for Rod...
Then Frank was in her arms, and he was grabbing at the back of her bra, expertly unclasping it. He then stepped back, pulling the bra away. Pam's arms stretched out, her hips rolled seductively as he continued to draw away the last object between their total and mutual nudity.
The instant Frank dropped the bra to the floor, she flung into his arms. The two of their forms blended skillfully. Wantonly. As Frank thrust forward, Pam parted her thighs so that his hard prong could slide between them. Then she closed her legs capturing that throbbing stick. Pam sucked the man's moist tongue deep into her mouth, much like she'd sucked his prong a short time before; the way her starving pussy would soon gulp down that hardened, pulsing cylinder in its flaming embrace.
They writhed together. Pam's skilled knowledge of the sexual game caused her hips to grind, thigh-muscles to tense and relax, pull, tug, yanking and squeezing on the man's heated prick, clamped between her silken, firm thighs.
The man was skillfully jerking, thrusting, grinding at her, his hair-chest teasing Pam's firm nipples, crotch hair rubbing and needling her tender pussy flesh.
They kissed, long, tasting one another's mouths. Both had waited a very long time for this and Pam realized with little surprise that she'd always wondered about Frank, and had wanted him in this way ever since her mother had married the man.
Her pussy swelled even more painfully with a new flushing supply of blood, parting the lips until her cunt-hole was flaming hot against his crotch hairs, which kept grinding at her.
Oh, I can't take this much longer, she realized, just an instant before their kiss broke, Frank's tongue sliding reluctantly out of her moist warm mouth.
"Where?" she managed to choke from trembling, tortured lips, parting her thighs as he jerked his cock from between them.
"There," he pointed.
It was a big leather sofa.
Thank God, she thought in pleasure.
Frank obviously couldn't wait, because he grabbed at Pam the instant her fanny touched the freezing coldness of the soft leather sofa. His face fell like a bomb, mouth parted. Hands . grabbed at her voluptuous thighs, spreading them wide. His fingers got at her pussy, drawing the extended outer lips widely apart. Then his tongue shot whip-like at the swollen, soaked valley, slashing directly at the hole, ramming itself in. Lips sucked so violently that Pam arched up, her mouth splitting wide, screaming out her releasing ecstasy.
"Fraaaaannnnnnnfc! Oh, God ... FRANK!"
He thrashed between her legs, sucking furiously, his tongue like a little moist prick, raping her bud-like clit.
CAN'T ... I can't ... Oh, yes ... yes ... oh ... suck me ... keep sucking ... I'm cumming ... cumming ... CUM ... IHINNNNNNGGGGG!" She arched up into his face, hands now clawing at the back of his head, jerking at those sucking lips, the thrashing moist tongue as it continued to eat at her cumming cunt.
Shuddering, screaming again, Pam almost thought she would die on this orgasm.
"Goooooood ... AH ... NO ... NO ... OH FUCK ME. FUCK ... ME. OH, HEAVENLY" MAN, FUCK ME!" She was out of her head, unable to control any action, her muscles locked in knotted ridges, the nerves themselves curled in on themselves and her legs now wrapped violently about his shoulders, convulsively gripping and releasing him as her mind battled the urge to get his prick where that wondrous tongue and mouth was now sending her up into a wild state of carnal ecstasy, beyond which there was nothing real, nothing that mattered, only the final escape from all reality and hell....
Then all at once he lifted, his hands slamming on either side of her, buried against the back of the sofa, hips lowering, prick like a hot fire-poker extending between them for a moment, a long moment that tortured beyond her human will to stand, then he thrust. Hard.
"GOD ... FUCK ME!" a voice screamed as that stick shoved all the way up into Pam's agonized slit, burying itself to the hilt. At first she didn't even know who the voice was that screamed out those words.
Then the next thing Pam was aware of was their bodies churning, her legs wrapped about his thumbing body, her cunt cumming, cumming, cumming with every thrust, every penetration and her voice screaming again and again....
"OH, YES, FUCK ME-FUCK ME ... YES EE EE ... YES ... yesyesyesyes-YES!"
And ... Sherry felt the wonderful, delicious sensation of Rod's young hard prick slide deep into her womb, the first pussy he had ever experienced with that prong. She heard his dear voice moan:
"Oh ... I can't ... I'll cum...."
"No you won't ... just relax, take it easy. Think about how it feels ... don't move ... just feel me all around your beautiful prick and don't cum ... yet ... just wait, relax ... relax, honey," she soothed, caressing the boy's shoulders and back, looking up into his eyes, having difficulty controlling her own sensations, knowing how easy it would be to make him cum and piss at the same time, maybe even shit, simply by contracting her pussy-muscles, giving his hard little boy cock a thrilling squeeze. "Just take it easy ... relax...."
"Ohhhhh ... God ... this ... is ... sensational." Rod's young voice was almost sick with pleasure and his baby-like features constricted in the agony of attempting to control the all-but uncontrollable urge to release his cum into her silken flaming sheath, so moistly hot and buttery, clutching, embracing like a creamy firm vise about his virginal prick.
"I'll cum ... I I I I ... I'll cum," he moaned, fighting to keep from moving, thrilling as the walls of Sherry's cunt softly caressed his prong.
"No you won't if you listen to me ... take it easy ... just relax for a moment and think, I want to make this last forever...."
Sherry's cunt-muscles were unconsciously beginning to contract about his prick, squeezing down about that hard rod in their own instinctive urge to screw, bang and fuck that lovely young stick now so throbbing hard and pulsing with heated passion and youthful lust.
Oh, God, she thought. I won't be able to wait any longer. This was simply too much.
His cock twitched, her cunt tightened, clamped on that boy fuck stick, her legs writhed until they were locked about his. Then hell exploded.
Sherry didn't care any more.
Rod couldn't stop, couldn't keep from moving. Her hot cunt had actually squeezed on him like a woman's mouth, squeezing and sucking, but so much more wonderful, drawing up and down, folding and unfolding about his pumping shaft until the movements of their bodies became a blurring action, driving them to the edge of orgasm.
This wasn't anything like he'd been told. Candy didn't understand the first thing about sex ... he knew that now. Nobody could ever explain such heavenly, orgastic sensations. Nobody could ever tell about this experience. You had to fuck to know what fucking was all about.
Sherry's voice screamed: "Fuck me ... oh, you darling ... don't stop ... I'm cumming...."
And her pussy locked tighter about his slick dick, convulsively gripping as her face contorted in raging ecstasy.
"OH ... AH ... OH ... YES ... YES ... YES."
And Rod's cock was jerking, rippling, and he wasn't even aware of cumming. He felt the dripping moist walls of her snatch gathering convulsively in spasms about his prick, and all at once his cock was jerking, spurting, streaming jets of cum into that funnel of erotic love, that pussy, that cunt, that woman, that hole, that Sherry, that....
SQUIRT! Went Jimmy's prick into Candy's mouth, jetting a long stream of cream into the back of her constricted throat.
Gulp. Her mouth tightened on him.
SQUIRT. His cock slammed deeper....
"AH ... UGH." Jimmy was screwing his dick in and out of Candy's face.
Squirt, gulp. His prick rammed in deep, deeper, gaging her.
Candy was devouring his meat, gulping furiously on it as it kept jerking, jamming her mouth like it was a fucking cunt.
They'd hardly gotten around the side of the house before she'd urged his trunks down, then dropped weakly to her knees in front of that hard, arching prick. like a worshipping Goddess of Love, Candy covered the delicious cockhead with her moist red lips, tonguing the tip, loving the tasty maleness of him.
SQUIRT. Jimmy's prick entered, pulled back, cumming, slammed deep. Lips gulped, as if attempting to swallow the meat of his fountaining sex-gun, balls and all.
God, I loved ... just loved sucking his big meat.
Candy couldn't stop, even while her mouth was filling with his cum, his warm juice that squirted again and again in rippling muscular spasms. What a lovely, magnificent male tool, so hard, long. Thick. Powerful!
SQUIRT. He was raping her mouth-stuffing her throat.
Gulp ... squirt ... gulp ... gulp....
And her mouth was choking in cum, lips flooding over with the juices of his ramming cock, and it continued cumming and jerking and cumming to every frantic suck she gave.
Pam's pussy continued slurping, smacking, sucking, pumping on Frank's prick as they hammered again and again at one another. He was coming to an end of his resistance.
"YES ... CUM ... CUM...." she screamed, locking her legs tighter about his body, drawing that hot, jerking prong deep into total captivity as they both exploded in orgasm, shuddering, locked in their mutual climax.
"AHHHHHHH ... UG ... GOD...." The voice screamed and Pam wasn't sure if it was hers or his or both of them crying out in the agony of their climax.
Sherry's body locked around the young boy's, her pussy gripped tight on his cumming prick, holding it in place deeply within her pussy. It continued jerking and cumming, swiftly flooding her pussy with that heavenly creamy juice from those young knotted-up nuts pressing her hairy cunt.
Their bodies were quaking in the last moments of ecstasy. Candy's arms embraced Jimmy's body as his cock, now thrust all the way to the back of her throat, gave out one last jerking spasm of cock-wine, which she tried to gulp down but couldn't. She was over-flowing in his cum, her lips covered with it, chin dripping in that creamy love-juice.
Shuddering, she released his cock and then stood, wanting to be fucked but satisfied for the moment, having experienced several climaxes herself while gorging herself on his fountaining prick.
"God, you have a lot of it."
He merely grinned in pride, looking down at his limp glistening tool.
Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, Candy said: "That's enough for two girls to drink."
He grinned even wider. "That would be something, wouldn't it?"
"Having two girls? Not as much fun as having two boys." She suddenly got an idea too bold and shocking to state. Wouldn't it be wild to suck Rod's prick and have Jimmy fucking her cunt?
Or better, yet, she mused as the two of them started for the house: Have Jimmy's in her mouth and Frank's in her pussy....
Or maybe suck Rod's, while letting Jimmy and Frank take turns fucking her cunt....
Such were Candy's erotic thoughts as they entered the house, side by side, not speaking, just touching hands.
Candy wished she could tell Jimmy to come up to her bedroom where they could screw on the bed, where she could get a real fucking, but didn't have the nerve at that moment, and was surprisingly satisfied with the taste of the young man's cum still coating her throat.
Without a word the two of them parted, each going to their own rooms and their own thoughts.
Candy almost went into Rod's bedroom, not knowing he was with Sherry, exhausted, laying across her half naked body, his prick still in her cum-filled pussy, though totally limp.
She paused, then went to her own room, happy to embrace sleep and dream about the next time with Jimmy, which had to be soon, and be the main event, again, all the way, until she'd cum to exhaustion.
In bed, Candy fingered her pussy, thinking about Jimmy and his cock which had cum so many times in her mouth. She idly stroked her clit, then dreamily relaxed, strangely tired and happy, fulfilled, exhausted.
Sleep came fast.
CHAPTER NINE
Pam and Frank were sitting side by side on the sofa, smoking, naked, hands on one another's crotches, but only idly aware of this fact.
He was saying: "You should come to work here. Think of the fun we could have!"
"No, I think it would be a mistake," she managed in a thoughtful voice, though tempted, since it would solve a lot of problems, but also create many more complicated ones. She thought of Jimmy and her wanting for him. It was best to get a job, then an apartment for Candy and herself, far enough away so that complications wouldn't take place. Couldn't!
"Why not?" Frank pushed.
"Because ... you know."
"I don't, really. Before tonight ... well, I could almost understand."
"What does tonight have to do with it?"
"We did it. We admitted wanting to ball and-"
"That's all it was, too, Frank, and it really shouldn't happen again."
"Why? Are you kidding?" He sounded honestly amazed.
"What about Stella?" It seemed a weak excuse after having sucked his prick, and hungrily wanting it again before they returned home.
"What about her?"
"After all-"
"After all, she really doesn't count-" "She's your wife and my mother and-" "Oh, crap, Pam! You gotta be kidding. I don't think you understand a damn thing." "I understand a lot-"
"Not a damn thing. Hell, Stella would be delighted about this."
"That I don't believe."
"That's not important one way or another. Stella wouldn't mind, and even if she did I'd want you just as I've always wanted you. You're a magnificent woman and we're of the same age, could be man and wife and-"
"But we aren't and never could be and you know it! A fuck-even a good one-is nothing more but prick and cunt screwing to orgasm ... nothing more!"
Under Pam's fingers she felt his cock starting to swell, and for an instant she almost removed her hand, but instead found herself embracing, stroking, encouraging that pumping meat to get even more passionately hard.
Frank gave her pussy a light stroking with his fingertips. "See," he stated, "it would be a solution to a lot of problems ... and make it so easy to do this kind of thing...."
"Could it really be any easier?" Pam was gripping his rigid prick in her hand, squeezing firmly on it.
"Yes," he hissed, slipping a finger brazenly into her moist cunt.
Oh, God, she thought, I'll cum like hell.
"Pam, you're really a beautiful woman...." His voice was caressing, and now he placed a hand on the underside of one firm breast, his thumb flicking across the hard tip. He stroked her boob gently, firmly, urged her back slowly onto the sofa until she was stretched out, boobs and pussy in open offering for his lips, hands, cock.
He looked down at Pam and thought what a beautifully structured woman, and his cock in her hand jerked violently. Then he thought about Candy, wondering what she looked like naked. She sure had boobs. He'd give a lot to have her in this room with him, laying there like Pam, submissive to all his carnal desires.
If Pam will only stay around the house long enough ... his thoughts teased him.
Pam inwardly moaned thinking about Jimmy, wishing this was his little boy body next to her, admiring her tits and pussy.
If I stay around much longer I won't be able to resist the temptation, and Frank'll have me under his power completely, taking me any time he wants, because I'm driven by the perverse desire to fuck his son's prick.
Each in their own way were desiring the other's child; each taking of the other's flesh as a natural substitute-a wonderfully healthy mating of male and female.
Pam was aware of hands stroking her breasts and realized that her eyes were shut. Those wonderful fingers stroking her tits, palms caressing, hands fondling, squeezing. Her pussy arched, hungry for a man's cock, for Jimmy's wonderful clean innocent prick.
Oh, God, she thought when he pressed her boobs together until the nipples touched, then covered the twin peak with a moist mouth, his tongue licking across them, around, in and out, between the hurting hard points.
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhhh...." she murmured as he continued to tongue her nipples with such loving tenderness. "Ohhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh."
Then.
"OHHHHHHHHH ... UHHHHHHHHH."
His lips had sucked gently, firmer, harder, savagely, drawing those hard tips deep into his mouth, his teeth nibbling gently enough to almost cause Pam to experience a convulsive orgasm. Her body shivered and her hips arched, searching blindly for a man's prick.
"OHHHHHH, FFFRRRAAANNKK ... FUCK ME ... GIVE ME YOUUUR COOOCKr
She groped with violently trembling hands, reaching, searching, screaming in their silent way for his prick, then finding it. She sighed in ecstasy "Oh, God ... WHAT a COCK!"
It was throbbing, rigid, steel hard, inviting and ready for a willing, hot, churning cunt to snap it up.
She grabbed at that beautifully hard tool. Pam fingered the burning head, the flaring bulky meat that formed about the rigid rock-like shaft of pulsing steel through which would funnel the seeds of liquid fire in response to the friction of her juicy hot cunt screwing around it. For a moment Pam experienced a completely raw and naked lust for that hard prick.
In a momentary flash of understanding, Pam had a sense of total horror recognizing that it never really mattered what body was behind the object of female worship for the personality had nothing to do with the utensil which was the means to the ultimate pleasure it could give to a woman's cunt.
A cock is a cock. It had to be long, hard, beefy headed like this one, pulsing, hot....
Her mind screamed and her face contorted in an animal anguish of carnal need. Her body leaped, arched, lifted, her hips reaching out, pussy extending, lips parting....
Pam's fingers played along the length of this prick. She drove at the point and lifted to meet it. She offered her cunt, her greedy flesh screaming to possess this magnificent shaft.
His body took command almost immediately. He placed hands on either side of Pam's head, bracing his body. Slowly he lifted, drawing that blood-gorged prong against her pussy, dipping in then lifting, teasing her clit, letting the shaft sway in and out, circling, yet hardly penetrating her hot buttery flesh.
"DRIVE IT IN, FRANK, OH, I CANT STAND IT. FUCK ME, FRANK ... OH FUCK ME!" she screamed, her legs flinging around his body, high up, embracing his muscular ass in an effort to drive his cock into her pussy. She arched this time, straining, her legs gripping like a tight vise, forcing him down deeper, inch by cock-screwing inch until suddenly it was all the way in, his hot balls knotted against her flaming pussy-lips.
For a moment Pam thought about Jimmy, wanting him, wondering how his boy's cock would feel inside her cunt.
Then she remembered Sherry and realized in a swift flash of understanding that she had forced them together; had played-out a scene to make it possible for Frank to bring her here.
She trembled all over in the awareness of his first total penetration.
God, I'll have to thank Sherry for this cock.
"OHHHHH ... AAAAAAA...." she sobbed, hugging up against the man in her eagerness. "Oh, fuck me hard and WILD ... JUST FUCK ME. OH, FRANK, FUCK MY CUNT...."
She sobbed again and again, trembling all over in total ecstasy at complete possession of his prong. Then....
They couldn't stop. The rhythm took on a rapid jerking thrusting of their hips against one another, long driving and powerfully shuddering thrusts. His cock drove all the way in, then pulled almost all the way out, faster and faster.
"I'm CUUUMMMIINNGGG!" She screamed in orgasm, her pussy contracting, grabbing at that pumping prick which continued to drive her again to a quick straining and arching climax. "GODv no more ... I can't ... stand it. No ... stop ... nonononooo. Ohhhhh, FRANK. FRANK ... don't stttoooopppPPP! FUCK ME FUCK ME. YES, YES, oh ... ohhhhh ... yesyesyes. OH, YES!"
She arched again and shuddered, grabbing his cock deep in her womb, feeling him jerking, feeling that slick rod bucking, feeling the cum streaming down along the shaft, shooting from the convulsively moving tip, up deep into her gulping womb.
"UGH." His voice cried out as that cock jerked for the first time. "Oh ... God, Pam ... God ... Pam ... UGG!" He continued cumming, cock jerking in powerful spasms in her convulsively responding cunt.
"Yesyesyes ... ohhh, YESYES-YES!" she screamed again, her legs locked so violently about his body that the muscles shivered. Her pussy contracted in her final climax, breasts heaving, straining, skin glistening, nipples hurting, ass arched almost a foot off the sofa, then slowly lowering, dropping, until her whole body finally collapsed exhausted, spent, totally beyond responding to anything other than the thought of having Jimmy's little dick.
Pam forced such thoughts away from the kid's cock, trying to think about the thrilling ecstasy Frank's man's cock had given. She would have to talk to Sherry and let her know she understood the real reason for that "put-on" fight. Then ... maybe Sherry would help her get a job at the Swing Bar.
It's the only solution, Pam told herself. Get a job at the bar where I can pick up as many cocks as possible. Then I'll forget Jimmy ... get an apartment, far away from Frank and his family ... away, escape the perverse sexual hungers driving my guts up the wall.
CHAPTER TEN
It took Pam two days to get around to talking to Sherry. Several things worked against her, and one drove Pam right up the wall, desperately seeking out the other woman-pride, embarrassment, guilt pushing her beyond caring, making excuses, or explaining.
Pam was sitting on the patio, waiting for Sherry, when Jimmy moved up to her.
"Hi," he said, grinning.
Pam was wearing a tight blouse and slacks, feasted on her body. For a moment she felt e desire to reach for his dick. Then restrained herself.
"All alone? Want company?" He sounded so mature and, at the same time young, hesitant in the way he attempted to be casual, while his eyes were fairly devouring her body.
"I ... " Pam tried frantically to keep her eyes off his bulging cock. "I-my God, it's getting later than I realized."
She stood, fighting the trembling that threatened to expose the raw desire hitting her pussy. The thought of getting Jimmy's body naked and sucking on his cock was too much.
Pam went into the den, poured herself a stiff
Scotch, drank it down, then went upstairs to her bedroom. She found herself looking outside the window, watching Jimmy as he swam in the pool. His young body was so strong and firm looking as it moved through the water in long powerful strokes.
God, ril go out of my mind....
Pam found herself frantically pulling her pants off then slipping a finger against her moist cunt, gliding it up and down, unable to get her eyes off the young boy, thinking about the swelling bulge at his crotch.
What a hard cock, Pam thought, licking her lips, her finger stroking up and down along the moist valley of her pussy, then slipping in against her clit.
"Ohhhhh, God ... ohhhhh, Jimmmmmy ... oh...." she moaned and pulled off her blouse and bra. She went into the bathroom and took a long shower, trying to burn off the staggering need for Jimmy's young prick.
Pam was glad she'd managed to keep from masturbating. She dressed, went downstairs, and had another drink.
After dinner, when Sherry was gone, she helped Rod and Candy with their homework and keep occupied with other things, submerging the sexual craving tormenting her mind and body.
Later, when her kids were up in their rooms and Stella and Frank out by the pool, Jimmy came into the living room where Pam was watching television. He sat down next to her, too close.
For a while, Pam attempted to ignore the boy.
The scene on TV was a romantic one, a man and woman embracing, their mouths obviously wide open as they kissed. A surging twitching knifed up through her whole body.
"Now that's what I call a kiss," Jimmy said, turning, facing Pam. "Get's to you, doesn't it?"
Pam felt as if he'd slapped her face with a long hard cock. Her pussy swelled as she glanced down at his crotch.
God, doesn't he ever stop having a fucking hard-on?
"They shouldn't have that kind of thing on television," was Pam's only comment. "Come on, you're kidding." "Children shouldn't-"
"I'm certainly not a kid ... and that turns me on." "That's the point, Jimmy."
"Don't you think I'm old enough to ... like girls?"
He was too bold, brazen, and he was looking at her body like he couldn't get enough.
Pam stood, unnerved. "I guess you're old enough."
For a moment Jimmy didn't say anything, but his face was flushed. Try as he did, it was impossible to get his eyes of Pam's body. He was thinking how great it would be to fuck her.
"Aunt Sherry thinks ... well-"
"Never mind, Jimmy."
"I was only going to say she's different from you. She doesn't think it's wrong for a boy my age to dig girls."
"I didn't say that. Only that-"
"A guy should be a virgin? Hell, where've you been all these years? Virgins are as hard to find as-"
"That's quite enough," Pam snapped, turning and rushing out of the room.
Jimmy watched, grinning, realizing that she had really been turned on by his words. He wondered if he'd ever get a chance to fuck Pam. That would be great.
Jimmy had gone to the bathroom and pulling down his pants his big boy cock was hard as hell. If only there was a way to get Candy in there with him.
Frantically he jerked on his cock, thinking "bout Pam, wondering if she was better than Sherry, knowing it would really be something to screw her.
"Ohhh ... ahhhh ... . " Jimmy groaned, jerking faster on his meat, making it harden even more like it was in a woman's cunt or mouth and about to swell into an explosive cum.
"Go off, you bastard cock," he cursed, hating to jack off like that. His nuts were so painfully knotted up, his prick aching and throbbing. Just thinking about Pam was enough to give him a cum.
"Oh, Pam, how I want you...." He gasped as his cock jerked, shooting hot sticky cum all over the toilet seat.
"Shit," he cursed, watching the cum dripping off his cock in globs.
Moments later, relieved a little, Jimmy pulled his pants up, cleaned off the toilet, then went to his room, trying to think of something other than Pam.
A little later he got a great idea. The next morning he'd purposely be late and ask Pam to drive him to school. He'd start making passes and convince her to take him somewhere, then he'd screw her until she screamed. Sherry had taught Jimmy how to hold off for as long as he wanted or needed to. He'd make Pam take notice. God, I'm getting a hard-on again.
The next morning he went into the bathroom, just before he should have left for school and sat on the toilet seat, thinking, planning, waiting. After fifteen minutes he flushed the toilet and went downstairs.
Jimmy found Pam standing by the pool. "Hey, could you do me a favor? "
"Oh, Jimmy!" Pam was startled.
"I-well, I'm late ... missed the bus ... wondered if you'd give me a lift."
Pam looked at the young boy, a tingling sensation knotting her guts and pussy. What a chance-drive him some place ... it would be so easy.
Pam shuddered inwardly. "Sure ... come along."
"Gee, thanks, it means a lot to me," Jimmy said, following her. Pam was wearing a flowered cotton dress which hugged her fanny in just the right manner to twitch. He grinned, thinking how much fun it would be to get his pecker between those cheeks, front or back.
His groin swelled against his jeans. As he got into the car beside Pam, closing the door, he looked at her body, his eyes devouring it, mentally attempting to picture those big boobs naked, wondering if they stood up at attention like Candy's.
"You'll have to direct me, Jimmy," Pam stated in a shaky voice. She kept thinking how easy it would be for them. She hadn't missed the hungry look in his eyes. It wouldn't take much to push Pam over the edge. Her resistance was at a very low point.
"No hurry, "really...." Jimmy stated. "School's only a few miles away and class doesn't start for half an hour or so."
Oh, God, Pam thought, he's throwing it at me. God help me.
"Well, we might as well go in the right direction," she said.
"There's a place ... on the way ... a quiet, secluded place...." Jimmy stated in a much more husky, shaky voice than he'd planned on. His whole plan had been worked out perfectly, he'd run through every line over and over again. Only it all came out wrong, sounded forced.
"Why, Jimmy, if I didn't know better, I might get ideas," Pam said, tempted almost beyond control. Her pussy was fiery hot, her panties already damp.
"Maybe ... that's the ... I mean ... Shit!"
"Jimmy! Shame." She felt a flush of excitement. He was, after all, just a big-dicked Md, no matter what. And stumbling. It was quite apparent that he'd been thinking this out for some time. What a dear little boy.
"Well ... what's ... wrong...?" He couldn't finish. They drove in silence for a short time, but when they were almost a mile from their destination, Jimmy tried one more time: "Pam, I was wondering ... about ... well...."
Pam felt a twinge of excitement. She knew what he wanted and realized it would be so easy to help him, make the suggestion herself.
"Wondering about-" Pam broke off. Don't, her mind screamed. "About," she continued, "getting to school on time? "
He hesitated, then mumbled, "Yeah, I guess so."
Only when school was in sight, Jimmy blurted out: "Pam, I'm crazy for you."
That was it. She slammed on the brakes. The car almost skidded, sliding to the side of the street and stopping.
"Look, Jimmy ... I'm not a fool. I know what you want. And-"
"Then you want it too?"
"It doesn't matter what I want." For an instant she was tempted, then controlled herself. "I think we better just forget all about this ... okay?"
Jimmy's eyes lowered to the car floor. "I'm sorry."
Feeling sorry for him, Pam said, "Don't be. It's really flattering, and if ... things weren't like they are...."
"But you don't understand-"
"I understand more than you know, Jimmy. Let's drop the issue, right now. I mean it." She made the words as firm as possible, even though her voice was trembling.
They drove to the school in silence. When Jimmy started to get out, Pam said, "I know how you feel, Jimmy. There's nothing wrong with wanting something ... and don't think I'm made of stone, either."
He was out of the car and turned hopefully. Pam slammed the gas pedal to the floor, causing the door to close, shooting the car as rapidly as possible away from the school and Jimmy and the whole scene that could have so easily taken place.
God, I'm out of my mind, she thought. I wish ... I'd give anything ... Crap, I should've taken him and chewed his cock right off, that's what I should have done-he wanted it ... so did I.
"Sherry," Pam said, "I wanted to say how sorry I was about the other night, and-"
Sherry, her hair ruffled and uncombed as if she'd just climbed out of bed, turned and sighed. "Don't think anything of it, I've forgotten...."
She started to move past Pam, who'd been waiting nervously for her return.
"Can I talk to you?" Pam inquired.
"Sure, what about?" Immediate interest formed in Sherry's eyes. Frank had told her about the other night. She'd been expecting Pam to have a "talk" with her.
"I was wondering about ... well, getting a job where you work."
Sherry grinned inwardly, knowing she had one hell of a lot more to say than that.
"Sure. The boss's out today, but hell be in tomorrow." Sherry eyed her body and thought she was a lovely sexy female. If you would only open up and admit the truth about yourself.
Pam nervously snuffed out her cigarette and lit another. "There's really a chance he might hire me?"
"Sure, I'll help you...."
Pam tried to relax, but couldn't. She found it difficult to meet the other woman's eyes. It was tempting to tell Sherry what had happened the other night with Frank-reveal she saw through the little act that had been put on.
"Come on, admit it ... we all like a little sex now and then ... there's nothing wrong with that."
Pam relaxed, then grinned. "Maybe you're right."
It was a good thing for Pam, at that moment, that she didn't know how much in common they really had-mutual desire for the other's son.
Maybe in time, Pam thought, I could become very good friends with Sherry.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Candy was sitting on her bed, a short skirt spread about her parted legs. She leaned back against the bed board, considering her older brother as he continued telling what had happened between Sherry and himself the night she'd sucked off Jimmy's cock in the backyard-three days before.
" ... I never experienced anything like that. She's wild ... I could've done it again and again ... but, God, how could we? I think ... if she gets a chance ... if she was alone with me right now ... she'd do it right. Right here on this bed."
Candy laughed at Rod, her pussy getting warm, her flesh beginning to glow with tingling desires.
They were alone in the house. Stella was shopping and Pam was with Sherry on a job interview.
Jimmy, she thought, will be home soon. I wish he was here right now. I'd sure as hell fuck him good this time.
Candy looked at her brother's crotch. He was sitting at the end of the bed, cross-legged, and it was quite obvious he had his usual hard-on.
She giggled. "Makes you get excited talking about Sherry, doesn't it? Did she suck you off like me?"
"Golly, we didn't get a chance to do that kind of thing."
Candy remembered what she'd thought about that night after sucking Jimmy's cock and wanting more....
Maybe to Rod she could suggest such a thing....
"I was thinking..." she started, hesitated, then looked at his crotch. "Ever think how much fun it would be to have two women?"
"Two...? What? How?"
"Oh, you dummy ... I mean ... two women doing things to you...."
She leaned forward, in control of the situation. "I thought it was a wild idea when Jimmy said he'd love having two girls to ball. He sure has enough stuff to do it with, and I was thinking-"
"Oh, hell, that'd be great!" Rod said. He sounded a little puzzled, unsure of himself.
"I was thinking how much fun it would be to have two exciting men, like you and Jimmy, at once, together...."
Her eyes were gleaming, her breasts heaving at the very thought of sucking her brother's cock while being screwed by Jimmy's.
Already, Candy was sliding forward toward Rod, thinking she simply had to get his prick out and play with it, get it between her hungry lips. What she was suggesting was so wild that she was on the verge of cumming.
"How'd you do that?"
"Oh ... I'd find a way ... suck your thing and let Jimmy get his hard inside me ... here." She touched her hot pussy, wanting to strip naked. Thinking about a 69 with Rod.
"God, that's wild." Rod was beginning to turn on to the idea, in his imagination already thinking how it could be with two women. One to suck and the other to fuck. Then he thought it would be wild if four people could screw around that way together.
"Let's do it sometime, Rod," Candy suggested. "I know that Jimmy would, but I wonder about you...."
"Golly ... yes!"
His crotch swelled and Candy giggled in delight, knowing she was going to really give him a real good blow-job. She was almost touching her brother and looking directly into his eyes, her own wide, eager and blazing with raw desire.
"Then you'll suggest it to him?" she asked. "If you promise ... I'll make you feel better, like I have before...."
Boldly, Candy reached down and. touched his crotch, right where the bulging head of his young prick strained against the jeans. His rod jerked excitingly in response to her touch.
"Golly ... I don't know ... maybe ... I sure as hell would ... Oh ... Candy ... Candy...." His voice was choked, he was looking down at her hand, pressed on his crotch.
"Let's get undressed," Candy suggested huskily, removing her hand and starting to lift the sweater off over her head. She was wearing a half-bra that exposed her nipples and lifted her heavy tits up and out, pushing them voluptuously together.
"Golly, Candy, you look great, I forgot," Rod cried in excitement, starting to pull off his shirt.
They undressed quickly. Each was turned-on to the idea of some sexing.
Rod was thinking about Sherry, that she was almost as beautiful and sexy as his mother. That had always bothered him a little; those hidden feelings of sexual wonder about Pam Douglas. It never concerned him that it was fun to let his sister play with his cock; it just seemed as natural as hell-all hell....and hell was about to burst....
Candy stretched seductively, causing her breasts to thrust out, naked now, her nipples pert and up-tilted. Candy was going to be one hell of a broad when she grew up. She was already bigger than Sherry.
As Rod stared at her boobs, Candy was hungrily devouring his beautifully erected prick with her wide eyes.
Licking her lips, Candy thought about getting that hard thing into her mouth, sucking on it until she felt the cum shooting down her throat. The idea sent a shiver along her spine and a hot-flash deep in her damp cunt.
Gee, she thought, I could cum with a finger in here. ... Her hand stroked the curly hairs surrounding her pussy-lips. It was all she could do to keep from finger-fucking herself.
If only Jimmy was here to fuck my cunt, she sighed silently, getting so hot she didn't care about anything but feeling a cock. She reached toward her brother's knobby-headed rod. If only Jimmy was here....
Candy realized it was getting to be late afternoon, that Jimmy should be coming home pretty soon.
For a moment she hesitated, thinking it might be possible to wait, get Jimmy in bed with her. He sure as hell would screw her cunt, now that they'd already sexed around a couple of times.
Then she saw her brother's cock and realized she needed to feel it. Suck it.
Her fingers touched his rigid rod. Gosh, Rod thought as Candy caressed his prick, how I'd love smothering against her boobs and screwing Sherry's wild, hot pussy.
Then Candy's fingers gripped on his shaft, lifted and lowered it. "OHHHHH, Candy ... THAT'S GREAT. Aren't you going to suck it?"
"Yes ... yes ... if you want," Candy panted, mentally thinking of Jimmy and wondering where he might be. She knew he'd walk into the house any moment. Maybe discover them and....
Candy was just lowering her lips to Rod's throbbing cock when the sound of the front door opening stopped her.
"Anybody home?" It was JIMMY! Candy shivered at the idea of Jimmy walking in on them in their immediate condition, naked, obviously having a sex-party all their own.
Her eyes met Rod's and for a moment each of them exchanged a look of doubt, then confused fear and panic. Finally Rod grabbed at his clothing, Candy rushing for the bedroom door. She got there too late to close it before Jimmy saw her naked form.
"Hell ... what's going on?" Jimmy cried, surprise and quick interest lighting his voice. His crotch immediately bucked under his tight jeans and sent a thrill through Candy that was so intense that she froze, not daring to move.
Jimmy could see Candy's naked boobs, glistening pussy, and beyond her, Rod, clutching clothing against his body, as if trying to hide his hard-on.
It was obvious what had either taken place or was about to happen. Aware of the growing erection in his jeans, Jimmy continued toward the girl, stopping in front of her.
"Have I missed something?" he challenged, grinning.
Rod was gaping, unsure what to expect.
Candy was flustered, thrilled by having Jimmy look at her naked body, seeing his hard cock under his jeans. She kept thinking that maybe, just maybe, this was it, the moment she'd been dreaming about for the last few days.
It was fantastic! A charge went up his cock, making it jerk violently.
Candy saw his powerful prick-spasm and felt a painful responding clutch in her cunt.
God, he wants to fuck me ... and'how! He's really horny!
Christ, Jimmy's mind screamed, to get those tits in my mouth, to screw that tight little hairy pussy again. Oh, hell, that's too much ... and the way she's looking at my fucking prick....
Jimmy's prick hurt so hard that he didn't care who might know it. All he thought about was how Candy had sucked him off the other day and how he'd wanted to fuck her cunt like he'd done that first time....
And now ... there was her naked body, pussy glistening, juicy, as if it were oozing with cum.
What boobs. God, I hadn't remembered ... nobody does ... just looking at her tits gives me a cum.
Candy closed the door, stating her open invitation.
"You got to be crazy," Jimmy cried, fighting the temptation to strip and plug Candy's cunt right off.
"Sissy?" Candy taunted, leaning forward, letting her hardened nipples touch Jimmy's chest. " 'Fraid to be caught? or just afraid of doing it in front of Rod? He knows ... and ... we have ideas that are wild ... and-"
"God, Jimmy, she has-the wild idea of fucking both of us. At once!" Rod said.
Jimmy grinned, ignoring the young boy, his eyes flicking from one tit to the other then down to Candy's gaping, moist cunt.
She grinned at him, challengingly. "Get the idea?" She sounded bold and sure of herself. She was on the verge of trembling with desire, just thinking about what could happen, if only...
"God, you aren't kidding, are you?" Jimmy said.
Hardly, she thought. Not at all. She shoved her naked boobs forcefully against his chest. She arched her hips forward, suddenly feeling the sense of feminine control, the sure knowledge that a man was always helpless in the presence of a naked cunt.
Not a word was said for seconds. Candy watched as Jimmy removed his shirt and started opening his fly.
At that point Candy slipped forward, her right hand reaching into his pants, now totally open, and grabbing at his naked cock.
"God, what meat!" she exploded in a husky voice. Candy had read that statement somewhere.
Jimmy almost shot off his nuts at that description of his cock, and the sensational feel of her hot eager fingers trembling over the head of his arching tool, dragging his Jockeys down to expose the bulging head and finally grip the hard hurting shaft.
By this time Rod realized that he should either get into the act or leave the room. The tingling sensation racing through his groin was enough to make up his mind.
"Hey, let's do it," he cried, leaping from the bed, his clothes dropping from his naked body, revealing his thumping hard-on.
"Do what?" Jimmy challenged, looking into Candy's eyes as he pulled his pants down further to give her a real look at his cock and hairy balls.
"A real crazy idea. You, me and Rod, all together on the bed," she invited, squeezing the base of his cock which jerked at her brazen words.
"Wild," Jimmy said.
Rod moved to their side, his young prick standing out. Sandy reached out with her other hand and took her brother's stick, folding delicate fingers about the pulsating prong.
Holding two cocks at once was too much for Candy. She couldn't stand it any more.
"On the bed, you two," she cried, giving each cock a quick squeeze then rushing to the bed and laying on her back, excited but not sure how things would be worked out and not caring. Something would happen, and fast.
Rod moved onto the bed while Jimmy was getting his pants off.
"Straddle my head," Candy invited, her imagination now taking command. "No, the other way," when Rod started leaning over her, so that his head would be in a 69 position. "You gotta give Jimmy room to get into the action."
Jimmy, by now, had gotten into the spirit of the whole thing, stunned and surprised as the events were.
Part of his mind was frightened silly that somebody might come in and discover them balling; the animal in his body didn't care. They could fuck silly until cumming; it probably wouldn't take long and Candy was obviously out-of-her-skull with the need to climax.
As Rod turned back to Candy's pussy, hands between his legs, directing his cock down to her mouth, Jimmy climbed onto the bed.
Candy's thighs parted wide. Her pussy was flushed, glistening, the hairy outer lips parted, exposing the silky moist inner folds of flesh, the welling slit around her gooey hole.
Just as Candy's mouth went around her brother's prick, she felt the lashing caress of a male tongue whip up her pussy, from the top, then down, wiggling at the wet entrance. Then that tongue probed and she screamed: "Chriiiiiissssstttt!"
"MMMMMMM ... mmmmmmm ... MM MM MM MM..." came from the mouth smothered against her now arching pussy.
"Oooooo. ... AHHHHH ... OHHHHhhhhHHHH..., " her brother moaned as she tongued and licked the underside of his searing prick.
Candy started devouring Rod's cock as she continued grinding her pussy against the ravishing lips and tongue attacking her writhing cunt.
Jimmy hadn't been able to control himself. The sight of her gaping slit was too much. His mouth watered, drooling, then his tongue was licking, lips almost attempting to get her sex-mouth into his, wanting to suck that clit down his throat.
His cock swelled so tight and hurting that it seemed impossible to think of taking any more punishment.
Candy's mouth screamed: "FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... NOW. FUCK ME!"
She'd released her brother's now totally rock-hard prick for that short moment to plead for Jimmy's hard fucking cock.
Candy's mouth devoured Rod, gulped his shaft frantically deep. She felt Jimmy's mouth leave her dripping pussy, then movement-hands on either side of her on the bed, the feel of a man's body sliding between her thighs, the touch of a rigid throbbing cock against the mouth of her gushing hot pussy. She almost swallowed the prick in her mouth. Rod's shaft was inserted deep into Candy's face, the head deep in her throat.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh ... ohh!" Rod moaned as Candy's mouth sucked rhythmically on his hard fuck knob.
She gave him such a violently deep suck that for a moment he screamed out in delicious pain.
"NNNNOOOOOO!"
It was at that moment Candy felt Jimmy's bulky ram slide deep into her pussy and she sucked violently on the throbbing rod in her mouth.
For a moment nobody moved, each enveloped in their own orgastic thoughts, sensations, sensual ecstasy.
Then they all three exploded into uncontrolled action. Candy was cumming and the two cocks ramming like rabbit-punches in both places at once. The sensations of one cock pumping her mouth, the other stuffing her tight young pussy.
"GOD, OH, GOD!" Screaming, accentuating each penetration.
Nothing else existed other than her cumming cunt, almost giving out as much juice as two cumming cocks, gushing in cum. Two pricks squirting cream into her young holes.
Her ass bucked, bounced up and down under Jimmy's screwing prick, her mouth slurped, sucking on Rod's pumping cock as it slid in and out of her gripping lips; and she was cumming, and cumming and...
Rod's prick jerked, spilling little boy cum down her throat.
Jimmy was grunting every time his prick thrust into her slit, gripping now so tightly about that grinding large prong.
"Ugh ... Ugh ... Ugh..."
Squirt. Gulp.
Squirt. Gulp.
Jimmy was pumping even faster as Rod's cock continued to jerk, cum, jerk, cum..."Ohhh ... God ... God..."
"I'm cumming," Rod cried, as if this was some new information to Candy's gulping mouth.
"God ... God ... I can't ... stop it..." Jimmy moaned in an agonized voice. It seemed that his prick was an endless fountain of cumming cream.
Candy arched up, her pussy contracting on that hard prong in her slit. She sucked Rod's fuck stick as deep as possible as every muscle, every nerve screamed in violent orgasm, then climaxed again, cumming as she felt the continued spasms of Jimmy's prick releasing his own orgasm into her totally flooded cunt.
All she could do was mentally scream as the voices of the two boys above her combined into one insane "AAAAAAAAAA..."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Pam and Sherry had consumed several Martinis at the Swing Bar during and after the interview with the owner. Pam had been offered a job, four evenings a week, Thursday through Sunday. Sherry claimed she'd clear around $100 plus a week, if she played it right, "and plenty of studs to pick up..."
Sitting there, sipping the double martini, feeling a warm glow, even to the point of beginning to really like the other woman, Pam said, thoughtfully: "The only thing ... I can't leave the kids alone at night..." She was thinking about getting an apartment-if she took this job; the only logical solution, outside of taking Frank up on his offer. She knew what that would mean. It was tempting.
"Stay at Stella's ... she's there most of the time, anyway, if you think you need a baby-sitter," Sherry said. "I don't worry about Jimmy, after all, he's old enough to take care of himself."
"I guess ... at that age ... it is different ... and being a boy ... but there's Candy."
Sherry looked up from her drink. "You aren't foolish enough to think you can keep the kids from doing what they want to, regardless? And who said people had to screw only in the evenings? No matter what ... without a father ... well ... you can't watch them all the time."
"I guess you're right ... only ... I just worry about both of them."
Sherry studied Pam for a moment, then leaned forward across the small cocktail table. "Look, honey, the trouble with you is you're making too much about sex ... about teenagers...
"They end up taking care of themselves any way, one way or the other, so stop beating your head against a stone wall. Believe me, I know. At first I worried, a little, until I realized the truth ... you have to live for yourself, too. A parent can only lead children so far, and no matter what you do, tell them, instruct them ... no matter what ... they are people, too ... in every way ... only not as experienced as we are in life...
"They need help from mature and intelligent people. But all our kids are, really, no matter what, sexually adult ... and, be honest ... maybe the primitive tribes are right about letting their people get at the basics of life early. The instant they have the sexual drive they are allowed to act on them ... they aren't frustrated by our morality, and who really said our way is best? It sure as hell has fucked up our society for a very long time...
"I just try to wing it, and do the. best I can, and hope. The people who live by rigid moral ethics end up screwing their kids just as badly. The important thing is to try being human ... most of all ... nothing else counts, really ... nothing at all."
The women considered one another for some time, thinking, smoking, sipping their drinks, talking more generally for a while, then Sherry said: "You know, a kid ... like Rod, Jimmy ... it's sometimes hard to ignore the fact that they are men, males, adult enough to have intercourse with women-of any age ... and Candy ... well ... she's all woman, that's for sure. Do you know there're some societies where the parents teach their young the art of lovemaking? Wouldn't it be wild?"
As if feeling that perhaps she'd said too much, even while realizing how much Pam was like herself in so many ways, Sherry shrugged, suggested: "Why don't we get the hell out of here?"
The girls split the check for the drinks, then went to Pam's car.
Neither said anything for some time, while Pam drove toward the Nelson home. But she was thinking wildly, uncertain about what was the best action for the immediate future. One thing Pam knew for certain: she couldn't stay at the Nelson house without taking another screw-job from Frank-or far more horrid, submitting to her building desire for Jimmy. In the last three days she'd caught him staring lustfully at her, like he'd give anything in the world to get to her pussy.
Pam had been fighting her sexual needs, and desires-far. too long. Fucking Frank had changed some of her attitudes about sex. She'd suddenly discovered that sex was a natural thing, not the type of thing which her mother had falsely taught her to believe in years ago-a fantasy that the last years of Pam's married life had proven distorted. The sexual experience with Steve, the delivery boy, just a short time before the divorce, had proven that she could desire other cocks. The pick-up at the Swing bar having illustrated she could easily turn-on to any male animal, and Frank had shown how a cock was nothing but a cock ... that she could forget this obsession she'd had toward Jimmy.
And young boys. All the young boys with the big hard cocks that could charge and re-charge, again and again...
The thought sent shivering excitement through Pam.
God, Fm horny as hell, again, she realized, her pussy flaming, juicing with raw, naked lust for a man's big, large, screwing prick.
Glancing at Sherry, Pam said, "Do you know what I could really go for right now?"
"Give me a guess?"
"A good screwing."
Both women laughed, then Sherry asked: "What's wrong with that?"
"I don't know, nothing ... I guess..."
The statement was thoughtful, distant, almost whispered to herself, but loud enough for the other women to hear.
"You're still up-tight about sex, aren't you?"
Pam considered that carefully, and for a long time wasn't even aware of the silence which followed Sherry's statement.
"Isn't everybody?" Pam wondered out loud.
"That's the problem. We don't face reality ... that is until we start facing ourselves honestly. Between you and me, I can't turn down any cock that's offered ... but guess you know that by now, and there's nothing in the world wrong with a good healthy screwing." "Maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right, honey. A woman was made to be screwed by a man's cock, to get it hard enough to fuck, and a man was created to give women joy ... that's what it's all about, honey."
"I guess so," Pam murmured, still half to herself.
"Where have you been?"
"Where have I been? Sometimes I've wondered." She was just high enough to think honestly about herself. "A virgin almost before I got married ... and never balling until many years later with any other male..."
"You cheated?" Sherry asked. Pam found herself confessing all that had happened throughout her marriage; the break-down of their sex-life, the fact that her ex-husband had been balling other women, her fascination for the delivery boy and the final seduction scene and the divorce. She even confessed having gone to the Swing and picking i up a man to screw.
At that point, Sherry laughed delighted. "Well, I ! was beginning to wonder if you really did dig men, after all. Did Frank give you some cock the other night? I hope so, I tried to push you two in that direc-i tion. He's been hot for you for a very long time and " Pam's first impulse was to deny what had I happened, then because of the drinks, the need to ' talk to some woman her own age became too much.
"It happened ... but it won't again.
"That's why I have to get an apartment ... things could get complicated. And badly."
"Are you kidding? You're out of your fucking mind. That's all the more reason to stay on, especially since we now have some kind of mutual understanding. I could grow to like you a lot, Pam."
"You don't understand," Pam said. "It's more than that ... it's what happened with Steve ... that young boy and what it did to me and-"
"Learning that young teenage boys are something wild to fuck around with? Honey,-you've been buried in a world of fantasy. There's nothing strange about that. For one thing, what do you think swinging clubs are, wife-swapping clubs? Getting a little on the side, in the open, no cheating and all that ... but partly because everybody is looking for some young ass. Men wanting younger girls, women wanting younger men ... boys ... it's only natural. At a certain age we get to the point where we realize our youth is running out and try to make up for lost time before it's too late-and where do you think the young kids get their real experience? From one another? From a more mature and experienced partner they can really turn-on, learn, because experience teaches all of us something. ... I don't give a damn about the old morality. We are all physical, sexual creatures and it's a sin-a real crime when a kid at their sexual peak is forced to do nothing more than jack off. Especially women ... we get that way in our thirties ... in case you didn't notice. And a young teenage boy is just right for us when we need that kind of thing ... a mature man when we are looking for another kind of orgastic delight. I think people should use their sexual organs the minute they are fully matured and learn to enjoy the sexual experience for as long as we can, with anybody we can get ... to hell with all this old morality-this is a new generation, a new time, with the pill and all that ... things are changing-"
Pam drove the car up into the driveway of the Nelson house, killed the engine.
Getting out, Sherry called, "Aren't you coming?"
Pam glanced at her then sat back against the seat, thoughtful. A moment later she lighted a cigarette. Sherry went toward the house.
Pam started the car, drove into the street. She needed time alone, to think things out. She drove aimlessly, tormented by a confusion of doubts and desperately longing hunger to know what it would be like to get Jimmy Nelson in bed with her.
Sherry was at a sexual pitch and she went into the house wondering if Rod or Jimmy might be there, alone. She wasn't prepared for what was actually going on in Candy's bedroom.
Sherry went up toward her room with the idea of changing into a swim suit, feeling a little too light-headed for her own good.
As she walked past Candy's door she heard strange moaning sounds that made no sense at all.
"Aaaaaaa ... oooooooo ... ahhhhhhhhhh..."
It sounded like a blending of voices, as if from a radio, but the music was all wrong, even for the mod stuff that was being produced and played nowdays. She hesitated, swaying slightly from the booze, her right arm reaching out to support herself with the wall.
Somehow those sounds had a quality about them that struck a mental note.
Under other circumstances, Sherry's quick mind would have snapped to alert attention, recognized the moaning as sobs of sexual ecstasy. But the setting was all wrong, her mind confused with a glowing desire for Jimmy or Rod.
"CAAAAAAAA ... A A A A ... DDDDDDDDDDY-GOD! CANDY ... CANDY!"
The words rammed right up through her pussy, deep into her womb.
This sobered her-fast. Sherry almost had a cum.
Her whole body arched, the muscles contracting, her cunt suddenly expanding with the passionate surge of gorging hot blood, gushing in its sexual-juices.
God, who's in there with Candy? Automatically she'd stepped to the door, opened it, stared open-mouthed at what she saw.
Candy's young naked body was lying on its back, her head covered by the hips of one boy, thighs gripping tight about those of another, whose cock was obviously deep into her slit.
Both boys were straining, sweating, locked in her gripping holes: mouth and pussy.
She's sucking her brother's cock, Sherry thought. Screwing Jimmy! Sherry almost had an orgasm.
Instinctively, Sherry silently slid the door closed behind her, watching them, wanting to strip and join in or finger-fuck her pussy. She realized that Pam might be gone for some time; had heard the woman drive away; knew if she saw this scene that all hell would break loose.
Sherry quickly considered everything and knew what to do.
None of the teenagers realized Sherry was standing there, watching as they came out of their dazed climax.
Jimmy, lifting away, was first aware of another person in the room, seeing a form at his left.
His gleaming cock jerked in surprise, glistening as it pulled slowly out of Candy's still tightly constricted, cum-filled cunt, the creamy fluid overflowing those flushed red lips, drooling through the matted hairs.
"Golly, Aunt Sherry!" he cried, more in surprise than alarm.
He knew all about Sherry's delight in screwing young boys and had done it enough times not to be embarrassed discovering her watching; only puzzled by her unexpected appearance.
Rod Whipped around, almost tearing his limp and drained cock from Candy's lips, shocked, wishing he could run, terrified at having been caught screwing his sister.
Sherry threw back her head and belted out a laugh of delicious pleasure.
It would have been foolish to play the "scolding" adult, when she'd already screwed both boys. As far as Candy was concerned, there was a lot for the little girl to learn, and she sure as hell would from "old" Sherry.
"Gee, Sherry," Jimmy said. "You sure gave me a start, coming in on us like that."
"God! Oh, God," Rod stammered.
Candy snapped, "Oh, shut up, dummy ... don't you understand? She's delighted ... and wants some of the action herself. Isn't that right?"
Sherry's cunt was already flowing, her panties damp from cum, breasts heaving, flesh tingling, body preparing itself for a sexual orgasm. It felt as if hands were touching her, caressing every nerve. She couldn't get her eyes off the two boy's young pricks; one glistening from the spit of Candy's mouth, the other coated with cum-both male and female.
And Candy's extended slit, lips widely parted, pussy-hairs dripping with creamy cum.
God what a sight!
The girl was obviously still turned-on and ready for anything that might give her an orgasm.
Sherry grinned to herself, realizing that it would be so very easy to drive Candy right up the wall by going down on her. A woman knew really how to eat pussy far better than almost any man. Sherry had met only a few studs with the ability to really get at a woman's cunt with his mouth and tongue in such expert skill. She always wondered who had been their teacher.
Jimmy grinned, relaxing, knowing that whatever Sherry had in mind had to be something wild.
"Want a real party?" she invited.
"What kind?" Candy asked, her pussy contracting at the possibilities.
Rod gasped but said nothing. Whatever the others did, he was for double and then some.
Sherry grinned. "I guess all we have to do is close the door. ... I'm sure nobody will find out."
She was already teasing herself with the idea that if Pam actually did get a chance to discover the truth, a dam would break-and it would make or break the woman. Then she started getting undressed.
The teenagers watched, wide-eyed as Sherry pulled off her blouse, stepped out of her slacks, stood before them in pink panties and bra. Slowly, teasingly she removed her bra, watching the boy's peckers to judge what their reaction might be.
Both jerked slightly, yet didn't get hard. It might take a little teasing, but between Candy and herself, Sherry was sure that wouldn't take them too long. They were young and could get it up more times than most men, and shoot off cum again and again.
Jimmy, she knew for sure, would be quick to get a hard-on, and from the eager, lustful expression on his young face, the slight twitching of his limp cock, Sherry realized it wouldn't be more than minutes before he was ready to scream for pussy.
But it was Rod that Sherry really wanted.
She dropped her bra and started lowering her panties as the boy's eyes grew very large with interest and desire.
"Come on, Candy, let's show these studs what a woman can really do to a man's cock," she challenged. "Youth vs. experience."
Candy's eyes lighted, taking the challenge eagerly.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Pam parked the car and went into the house. She thought of getting Sherry to talk to, then changed her mind. She went to the den and poured a stiff shot of Scotch, without ice or water, then sat down, sipping the liquor, let her mind drift.
Sherry's words were still tormenting her. Maybe the woman was right in her perversely logical way. Maybe there wasn't anything wrong with enjoying sex with any male animal-any stud, prick, cock-that could service a woman's pussy.
After all, boy's were at a sexual peak at Rod's and Jimmy's and Steve's age. Teenage boys needed to learn from experienced women how to use their peckers so they would be better husbands when they grew into adult men.
Even a girl, at Candy's early age, especially one who showed such obvious signs of sexual maturity, should learn the facts of life. But that was as far as Pam could let herself go.
It was one thing to mentally play with such thoughts; thoughts weren't actions. She was thinking about two virgin children; her children; each too young ... a girl, a boy, just kids.
Then she remembered finding the cum-smeared tissues under Rod's bed and a voluptuous wave of sexually charged erotic excitement rushed up her spine like an explosion.
God, I'm going insane. Standing, Pam started pacing the floor. She heard a strange moaning sound, as if the house was groaning under some strain. But it wasn't the house; it was a human sound-from upstairs!
"What the hell?" she cursed, swallowing the rest of the liquor. Pam attempted to ignore the sounds, while giving herself another stiff drink.
"It's my imagination? Who the hell could be up there. ... ? " Then Pam was stricken with shock.
Sherry was in the house. With who?
It couldn't be Candy ... Not her? Was Jimmy up there with Sherry?
God, no! her mind screamed in jealousy, then open horror.
With her nephew? Then it must be Candy ... or ... Candy and Jimmy?
"oooooooo".
"mmmmmmmm..."
Somebody up there is doing something.
Something horrid, wicked, orgastic! What if Sherry was with Rod? Or Jimmy with Candy?
What else more horrid ? Candy with Rod?
Her imagination was driving Pam up the wall. She knew for certain that it was impossible that any of these things would be taking place. Yet those sounds ... In her imagination?
Pam was already half-drunk, dazed, emotionally at a sensual pitch where sanity didn't seem real, where all things about her had a fantasy illusion.
She was still clutching the empty glass in her hand as she stormed up the staircase. The sounds were getting louder, becoming more real, less her imagination.
"oooooooo."
" ... aaaaaaaa..."
They came from Candy's room. There was no mistaking that. They were sexual.
Then a voice, Jimmy's cried out: "OH, SHERRRRRY, DON'T STOP ... ccccCCC A AA ANNDDDDDD Y!"
Then a young girlish scream of total joy. "Wow ... wohohwwww ... oh ... faster, more, more. Yes ... Oh, JIMMY!"
Pam had her hand on Candy's door, but was paralyzed. It was obvious what must be going on in the room. She couldn't accept such a reality.
Jimmy. Sherry. Candy...
OH, MY GOD! her mental anguish was like a real voice, alive, but soundless.
The door flung open, as if by magic. Her mind blanked out what it saw, though her body responded violently, completely.
There was Rod, naked, mounted behind the broad raised fanny of a mature woman, his narrow hips thrusting, jerking, ramming again and again, fast, rhythmic strokes that were so wantonly sending his cock into her ass or pussy from behind, doggie-fashion.
Sherry was bent over Jimmy, who lay on his back on the bed, her head between his parted legs. But more horrifying of all was the sight of Candy's young naked form, straddling Jimmy's face, her pussy smothered over his lips. Pam could actually see his tongue playing along the slit of Candy's widely parted cunt lips, licking, thrusting into the hole, slipping up along the valley, then down as the girl leaned over, taking turns with the older woman at orally assaulting the young boy's glistening hard, arching, red hot prick.
Candy was out of her mind, first watching as Sherry put her lips about Jimmy's prick, sucking the shaft just below the head, then dragging sensuously up, tongue licking the tip, then moving away to give Candy room to take her turn. Candy's mouth drove down about that pulsing, deliciously hard cock, drawing it deep into her hungry mouth, feeling the twitching hot, bloated head, pressing it up against the roof of her mouth, sucking, her tongue moving back and forth, furiously licking, tasting and eating that male sex-sucker.
Sherry was letting the younger girl take her time, knowing that it would be Candy's cunt that wrapped about Jimmy's fucking cock when the moment came. Sherry had suggested the set-up, telling Jimmy to get in place, instructing Candy to straddle his face so he had something to "eat", while they took turns getting that stick up tight for Candy to screw. Sherry was positioned in such a way that it was possible to lift her fanny, thighs parted, supported on her elbows.
She'd told Rod exactly what to do. His darling young arms were about her body, hands cupping her swaying breasts, even before she felt the stiff cock slide up eagerly against her wet pussy. She started working on Rod, sucking his prick hard. After it'd gotten stiff, they'd all positioned themselves. It had been wild sucking his young prong up hard, making it glisten and stiff, while Candy and Jimmy stood there watching. Rod was sitting on the edge of the bed and she'd knelt between his legs, all but devouring that young, darling prick, making it rigid in her mouth.
Rod had fumbled, and Sherry took her hand and reached between her legs, getting hold of his long slender cock, placing the fiery head against her pussy hole.
"Slide it in, baby," she said. She'd almost cum.
At the same time, Sherry gulped on Jimmy's cock, letting it play in her mouth, running her tongue around the head, sliding up, releasing it, then letting herself enjoy the experience of Rod's prick sliding in and out of her compressed pussy, which squeezed down teasingly on that pumping prong.
" ... ooooooo ... aaaaaaaa ... OOOOO ... AAAA..." Rod kept "ohing" as he entered, "ahing" as his throbbing hot stick slipped part way out of her pussy.
Candy was groaning with ecstasy, soft murmuring, caressing sighs, every time Jimmy's tongue laced expertly across her pussy. His lips sucked, making her gasp in an anguished breath.
Then Candy was sucking Jimmy's prong, her head thrashing between his legs.
"Easy, Rod," Sherry warned. "Remember ... last time. Take it easy ... there's no hurry..." Then to Candy: "You ... better ... ohhhh ... ROD, slow. OH ... ROOOOOD..." She managed to control herself. "Candy ... he's youuuuUUUURSSSSS! ROD, HONEY! OHHHHHHHH, ROOOOOD-D-dddddd ... ROD!"
Sherry's voice was screaming as she kept feeling his young pecker ramming faster into her like a rapidly pumping position, her whole body trembling, ass jerking, writhing. His young hands were grabbing at her breasts, squeezing every time he penetrated her cunt, now dripping in cum juice which ran down her thighs and over his balls.
She saw Candy slide her juicy pussy down along Jimmy's chest, then like an insane animal turn, throw a leg over his hips, almost hitting Sherry's face, then thrusting her pussy down, grabbing his jerking prong to hold it steady, sat directly on the meaty cockhead, grinding in a wild circle on the tip until it was inserted into her hole.
"OOOOOOO ... A A A A A ! AHHHHHHHHHH-OH, JIMMMMMY." Candy's scream's of ecstasy as her pussy screwed his cock all the way to the hilt into her tight pussy was so orgastic to Sherry that her own cumming cunt seemed to explode into violent, uncontrolled spasms.
"OH OHOHOHOHOH," Jimmy's cry of pleasure yelled at Candy, mixing with Rod's: "AH AH AHAHAH! SHHHHHEEEEERYYYY, I-I-I'mmmmm ... gooonnnnaaaa ... CUM!"
And he did.
The mixture of sounds, sensations was too much.
Sherry's eyes were wide open, taking in all the visual stimulation, seeing Jimmy's glistening wet prick grinding in and out of Candy's pussy as it lifted and lowered on that stiff shaft, causing her cunt lips to disappear as his pecker thrust in, making them pull way out as he withdrew. The young boy's hips were meeting every one of Candy's frenetic movements.
And Sherry was close enough to actually smell, almost taste his cock and the girl's cumming cunt.
Candy was aware, seeing out of the corner of her eye, the action of Rod's young body screwing Sherry's pussy from behind. It was impossible to see anything beyond that. Her eyes were on Jimmy's face, contorted in the agony of his pleasure, watching his chest heaving, mouth gasping. She glanced down to see his prick disappearing, then reappearing, going in and out of her flesh. It was simply too much.
She never experienced anything like this.
Beyond the fact that Candy had never before in her life screwed cock, had a real fucking orgy on a bed, she'd never been in the same room with another fucking couple. And having seen Sherry sucking her brother's prick was wild.
That last sent a wave of erotic excitation through Candy so violent that her pussy started contracting in an unexpected climax, gripping down on Jimmy's throbbing cock as he rammed it in as deep as it would go-
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH, I'M CUMMMMMMMING..." she screamed, arching her back, straining all over, her breasts quivering, cherry-hard nipples jerking.
Jimmy saw Candy going through the straining agony of pleasure as her cunt tightened on his prick, buried so deep in that gushing well. It was all he could do to keep from cumming, himself.
Then out of the corner of his eye saw a blur of movement. In an instant Jimmy was aware of what was happening, who had walked in on them.
His cock, enveloped so deeply in Candy's slit, jerked, both in erotic thrill as well as in a sense of frightened horror.
"PAM!" he cried, just as Candy was coming out of her orgasm.
He saw the other woman behind Candy, saw the lifted skirt, the hands furiously dragging down narrow red panties, saw one leg step out of them.
Pam wasn't aware of what she was doing, just reacting. The shock of seeing Rod banging a hard prick in Sherry's pussy wasn't quite as difficult to take. After all he was a boy. But Candy...
Her girl ... with Jimmy's prick in her pussy.
She could only think of getting her young, innocent daughter off that boy.
Pam reached for her daughter's shoulders, yanking her off the hot young stud-right off his glistening hard prick.
Candy, aware of finishing her climax, amazed by the fact that Jimmy hadn't gone off, had lifted in the first act of continuing to screw his cock up and down in her drenched cunt. She was hot, but exhausted from that wonderful climax.
Then she felt hands grab her shoulders, lift her up, and push her off Jimmy.
Then she saw Pam. ... She now understood what Jimmy had shouted a moment before.
Pam stared down at the boy, his legs spread and cock glistening in her daughter's cum, lifting up like a gigantic pole, calling, demanding, thrilling...
She couldn't believe the sight; was blinded to everything else.
Jimmy's prick, hard, throbbing, screaming for cunt. His eyes were wide, staring lustfully up at her, hoping she would leap on his prick and screw it.
Jimmy couldn't believe what was happening. The expression on Pam's face was so emotionally torn, yet he'd seen such a look before on Sherry's face, an erotic, wild stare of total desire, lust.
"Fuck her," Sherry said.
"God, oh, God," Pam cried, trembling, her hands reaching out, uncontrolled, her body arching. Pulling up her skirt, Pam exposed her pussy. She hardly heard Sherry's cry: "Screw Jimmy, he wants it."
Pam, unable to think of anything other than possessing his throbbing, glistening cock-the prick she'd wanted for so many weeks-jumped on top of Jimmy, squatting over his hips, her thighs parted, pussy-lips rubbing furiously on his slippery cock.
Jimmy was stunned, aware of the moist heat of Pam's hairy pussy, the valley between, then gripping fingers grabbing at the base of his prong.
Fire surged around his cock, moist, hot fiery flesh, folding over the end, shaft, squeezing it like a buttery, silken vise.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
For a delicious moment Pam was in ecstasy, surrounding Jimmy's young hard prick, which was throbbing now in her pussy.
"God, oohhhh," she cried, "Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh..."
Her hips were grinding around and around, driving that throbbing point in and out, right up against her swollen clit, making just the end twist and dance around and up and down. She was screwing Jimmy's hot cock.
Pam's cunt was drooling juice, flooding around that penetrating shaft. It was like sitting on a burning steel rod, a white-hot stick covered with soft meaty flesh, bouncing around inside her pussy.
Jimmy was crazed by the idea of having Pam on him. He didn't dare move. He did everything Sherry had taught him about keeping his cool. Any moment he was afraid he'd cum.
God, he kept thinking, this is too much.
"AAAA ... AAAAAHHHH..." he kept saying every time that hot, moist, tightly constricted sheath wrapped about his prong, so juiced up it felt like a fountain was flooding about his heated, meaty shaft.
Sherry watched, fascinated, then seeing the expression on Jimmy's face, his whole body, every muscle straining, she said: "Hold on, honey ... just keep it cool."
But Candy was crying in amazement. "MOMMY, GOD! LOOK AT MOMMY FUCK! WHAT A SIGHT."
Rod was stunned, seeing Jimmy's cock slide part way into his mother's cunt, then out, in and out, her hips grinding in furious circles. He just stood there, mouth gaping, his cock beginning to swell in erotic excitement at the sight.
"OHHHHH GOD ... JIMMMMMY! OH, GOD..." Pam screamed, falling all the way down onto his young body, then lifting, lowering, cumming with every total penetration.
God, I'm screwing Jimmy ... I'm screwing Jimmy.
Nothing could have stopped her. Only a dim part of her mind was numbly aware of the perversity of what was taking place, all the rest was overwhelmed at having finally possessed what she'd wanted so long.
"Oh, I can't stand it. . . "she cried. "OH!"
"Cool, Jimmy," Sherry warned, as she saw the boy arch up to meet Pam's downward thrust. The sight of all his young meat sliding swiftly into that juiced-up pussy was so erotic that Sherry turned, grabbed hold of Rod's young cock, holding it, jerking on it, putting her other hand on her own pussy, three fingers grinding away at the same rapid speed that Jimmy's shaft was pumping into Pam's.
Rod's moaned: "AAAA ... OHHHH ... OHHHH..."
Candy, already on a sexual high, rushed around to Rod's side, her eyes still on her mother's cunt screwing Jimmy's throbbing cherry-purple cock which was getting even larger, thicker, longer. The older woman was lifting higher, dropping all the way, hiding cock and nuts, then bouncing up again, revealing her cunt, his cock sliding out almost to the beefy end.
"Look ... at ... her..." Candy cried, trembling as she got hold of Rod's right hand, placing it against her pussy.
Rod knew what to do. He was anxious to feel cunt. His fingers clawed at Candy's slit, sliding in that moist well.
"OH, YESSSSS ... FINGER-FUCK ME..."
Sherry glanced at Candy. Then looked at Rod's swollen cock in her hand. She dropped to her knees before Rod, and got his prick into her mouth, while still finger-fucking herself. Above her, Rod was reaching about her head, fingering his sister. The two young kids leaned closer and Pam felt Rod's hand ramming at Candy's cunt. Rod and Candy tongue kissed, furiously.
Sherry was in just the right position to see Pam, still straddling Jimmy, now lifting more slowly, working at the young boy's pecker in grinding, lingering circles.
Candy cried, her pussy convulsively jerking, her hips shuddering as she responded to Rod's fingers.
And Rod: "SUCK ME ... YES ... KEEP SUCKING ME! OH, SUCK ME..."
Sherry's soft, moist lips were devouring the young boy's cock, driving it in and out of her mouth, thrashing between his young legs as it started jerking.
"I-I'm ... cummmmming..."
SQUIRT. Gulp.
SQUIRT ... squirt ... SQUIRT...
Her mouth gulped his cumming cock, getting all the lovely, young juice, swallowing every delicious drop as her tongue licked the powerfully jerking shaft.
She was licking Rod's cum-hole when Candy cried, "LOOK AT THEM GO."
All eyes turned to Pam and Jimmy.
Pam was leaning over the young boy, her hands on either side of his head, breasts swishing against his chest, her ass jerking up and down, dress pulled up about her waist.
"Go, go, go..." Candy giggled in delight at seeing her mother fucking Jimmy.
But Pam didn't hear anything, see anything. Her eyes were closed, taking in the sensation of that rigid cock that just wouldn't stop, wouldn't go down, wouldn't cum.
Then all at once she felt it jerking in her sheath, jerking and cumming.
"God," she cried, matching his orgasm.
She ground savagely on his prick, unable to stop herself, not thinking of anything other than the sensation of his prick jerking so powerfully. It had been in her for so long, so big and large, growing thicker, longer, harder by the penetration. Now...
"I-can't ... hold ... it. . . " Jimmy cried.
But his cock was already announcing that fact.
"CUM! OH, JIMMY, CUM," Pam screamed, her pussy tightened about his prick as she continued to pump even more violently up and down on it.
"God, ohohoh! ohhhHHH. . . " she moaned as Jimmy's cock started jerking so powerfully in her that it seemed like an iron piston was ramming the meat out of her gushing cunt.
Ready to cum, as he had been from all the sexual teasing that had taken place before, Jimmy was surprised at his ability to have held off this long. How he'd wanted Pam...
He rammed up, furiously, driving his prong all the way into her deep cunt, letting it belch again and again.
"OH ... UGH! OHHH ... UGH ... " he kept grunting as the whole shaft jerked, the foreskin, head, complete organ rippling in torturing hot fire, hurting, tingling with the pleasure of being so totally gripped in Pam's gyrating pussy.
The contractions of that sheath about his rigid pole sent voluptuous sensations through every nerve.
"HUGGGG..." SQUIRT. And that pussy gulped on his cumming cock.
Gulped again and again as it jerked more and more violently in her hot embrace.
Sherry finally felt Rod's cock slip limply from her pussy. She sat up and watched.
Candy was on the other side of the bed, kneeling on the floor, her eyes bright, her mouth open, panting, staring at her mother.
Pam still had her dress up about her thighs, straining as the young boy continued to cum, his hard prick jerking in her tight grip.
"GOD, YOUR ... COCK ... IS ... SO ... HARD..." she screamed.
Then she lifted away, moved, and put her mouth about that hard shaft as it belched out a last spasm of creamy cum, which shot up into her throat. She gulped and sucked as Jimmy's hips continued jerking.
"AUGUGH ... UGH ... OH, GOD ... CHRIST ... UGH." And his cock continued to jerk, but was spent, drained for the moment, though hard in that hot, moist embrace.
Stella had stopped by the store and talked Frank into leaving work early. She'd been shopping, was bored. Frank was thinking about Pam all afternoon, hoping she didn't get the job at the Swing, wishing that it was possible to keep her at the house with them.
Frank was feeling horny, thinking he might take Stella to bed when they got home, screw her but good. Then he thought of Pam, Candy. God, I'm horny for both of them. In such a mood he drove home.
They walked toward the house. Frank felt a sense of tender contentment toward his wife. They didn't fool one another; they were two mature adults who began marriage as an intelligent arrangement and learned to relate completely with one another. His first wife had been frigid, but he'd learned ways to turn her on He'd learned ways to screw around with other women, too. Now that wasn't necessary with Stella and her family. He only wished that Pam would stay on, give him more of her wild, wonderful body. What a fucking cunt she had.
As they entered the house there was a strange moaning sound from upstairs. Each looked at the other in surprise.
"Who?" was Frank's question, as his cock started tingling. He knew what was happening-but not between whom.
"Let's find out," Stella suggested eagerly, giving his hand a intimate squeeze.
Frank grinned, then they started up the stairs. It took only a moment to discover from which room the sexual sounds were coming.
Frank stepped to the opened doorway and his cock jerked violently at the sight before them.
Candy's young eyes whipped toward Frank and Stella, alarm widening them with fear. OH, MY GOD, WE'RE REALLY IN FOR IT NOW! She screamed: "OH, NOOO!"
Pam froze, and with sudden realization knew what she'd been doing. Up to this point she'd been crazed beyond rational thought. Immediately her mouth parted to scream, her hands pushed, shoved away from Jimmy's naked body.
Frank saw the blanched look of open horror on Pam's face, then he moved. Without thought, he rushed toward Pam, determined to help her keep under control. Whatever had happened, it went far deeper than a sex orgy.
A moment before he'd been on the verge of stripping, going for Candy, but the look in her mother's eyes revealed anguished pain, confusion and near insanity.
"Hey, kids, been having some fun on the side?" Frank said, making the words sound casual, so they would realize he accepted the scene for what it was-nothing more, no damning judgments. "Guess I missed something."
Then he was at Pam. She felt hands grabbing her shoulders, lifting her. A moment later she was embraced in tender arms, firm, mature, mannish. It was Frank.
"Oh, God, Frank ... Frank..."
"Hold on, kid ... steady ... everything's fine..." Frank's voice soothed. "Just take it easy.
Pam looked up into the man's face and saw something she didn't expect to find-understanding, tenderness, desire.
Stella motioned the other's out with a wave of her hand. They gathered around her in the hallway. She hugged her two tall boys and girl-grandchildren all, but mature sexual humans-not virginal kids.
Pam, tears streaming down her cheeks, stared at Frank, forcing herself to think rationally.
What happened? She couldn't believe it. Everything seemed dream-like.
Then she was talking, telling Frank about the job, about what she'd seen in this bedroom, mixing it all up, then saying how she'd wanted Jimmy so bad, for so long, and begging him to forgive her.
"Please, Frank, forgive me. I couldn't help it ... maybe I'm sick ... that's it ... I'm sick and need help ... there's something wrong with me..."
"No ... no ... Pam. Listen ... there's nothing wrong with wanting-"
"You don't understand ... Sherry will tell you ... she knows what it's like ... a woman like me ... her ... and young boys and-"
"Cool it! I know ... I understand. I'm like you too. We all have sexual cravings. Some hold it in until they die ... some are wise enough to learn how to handle their desires. Some are unhung-up enough to learn to enjoy the sexual experience for what it is and not make a big deal out of it. Hell, I've wanted Candy-and you ... I'd give one hell of a lot to get her in bed with me ... I'm just as hungry and human as you ... so stop making excuses about that."
Pam looked up at him with amazement. "You're kidding?"
"No. I'm not. And they sure as hell aren't virgins! There's nothing wrong with wanting a young girl ... or for a woman to want a young boy. If Jimmy-likes the idea of making it with you ... I'd be delighted to have you teach him everything you know ... and wouldn't you want your daughter to learn what sex is all about before she starts falling in 'love' with some kid? Better to know the difference between a sexual desire and an emotional need. We're at that age when we want a lot of action and the idea of having some young stuff is even more appealing. You're a damn fool to make anything more out of it than that. What you saw was nothing but four human beings, two females, two males, enjoying a sexual experience together, willingly ... and you joined in ... because you actually wanted to! I would've been after Candy if-"
"Candy," Pam said. A shudder rushed down her spine.
She looked at Frank and suddenly wanted to escape with him, to stop thinking, to merely screw until she was unconscious, numb.
"Jealous?" Frank asked with a slight.laugh in his voice. "Why not? They're young, have their whole lives to live, and if they're lucky they ll get more out of it than we did ... so ... be jealous if you want ... I'd rather do it another way ... the way that's fun for all."
"How's that?" Pam's mind had been spinning with all the words-all reflecting the same fact: she wanted Jimmy ... she wanted to make up for lost time ... she had felt violently excited by seeing the sexual orgy taking place in her daughter's room.
"Why don't we just tell the other's to come in ... and see what happens," Frank suggested, gently, touching Pam's cheek. "It's the only way to face it, head on, completely, for good, even if it does hurt a little. De-trigger the whole issue once and for all ... maybe it won't be as difficult as you think."
She sat there dazed, not knowing what to do, but aware of the truth of his statement. Finally, Pam nodded.
A moment later the whole family was standing in front of them.
Stella gazed at her daughter, then let her eyes sweep from one face to the other. Each wanted Pam to join them, to admit to her own desires, to become one of the family.
"I was wrong, when you were young," Stella said. "I've changed ... Frank helped me ... let him help you, too, now."
It was all Stella had to say.
Pam glanced at Frank, then at his young son.
It became painfully obvious at that point, to Pam, the truth of the situation. She was the only hold-out; the only one still uncertain. Everybody else was ready, willing, and quite able to act, totally and sensually.
For only a moment Pam hesitated, while her mind once again ran over the facts, the series of events which had led to this moment.
Whatever she did, it would influence her children. To totally reject what she'd already done in their presence would do far more harm, it would be a lie-like the one Stella had taught her when she was a teenager. To be honest, admit the truth, and wing it from there was the only intelligent thing to do.
Pam kicked the leg, and her panties fell to the floor. "Well," she said, "what're we waiting for?"
Candy turned toward Frank, who gently slipped his arm about her lovely young body.
Stella and Sherry moved toward Rod.
Pam didn't see any of this, and wasn't really caring. Physically they were all sexually mature, all consenting-it was all in the family, now. Nobody was going to get hurt-in fact, it was going to be one hell of a fantastically wonderful sexual orgy: the very first one in her life.'
She stripped, quickly, without speaking, but her eyes were devouring Jimmy's naked body, taking in the surprisingly fast-rising cock. Then she reached for him, pulled that firm, young, body against her own.
The first tongue kiss sent chills through Pam's body so hot and exciting that she never did know when or how they got on the bed, Jimmy's hips between her widely parted thighs, his cock sliding gracefully all the way home, into her greedy hot, moist slit.
Candy lay on the bed next to her mother, Frank already beginning to devour her breasts, his fingers sliding up against her pussy.
Sherry was holding Rod's cock with her hand, Stella standing by, watching the sexual scene before her, content to simply see her family sharing the most intimate and total expression of love together. Later she'd get her chance to enjoy Jimmy; right now it was enough to see Pam in total possession of his rigid young cock.
Frank was positioning his cock between Candy's parted thighs.
Pam didn't notice anything. Her lips were parted wide, sobbing in pleasure, in total ecstasy.
"OHHHHHHHH ... JIMMMMMMMMY..." she moaned as his hands cupped her breasts, as her fingers caressed the twitching muscles of his buttocks, holding that wonderfully hard cock in place for one delicious moment before they would begin the rhythms of carnal love.
Pam didn't hear her daughter's cry: "Frank, fuck me ... yes, yes, fuck me. FUCK ME ... OH, GOD, FRANK, YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEE!"
Only Stella heard and saw, and experienced wave after wave of voluptuously satisfying pleasure at the sights and sounds. She watched as Sherry started sucking on Rod's cock, she glanced at Candy throbbing under Frank's pumping prick, she sighed in total emotional and mental ecstasy at realizing she'd made it up to Pam, at last.
Then Pam's hips moved, lowered, lifted, churning, grinding from side to side, ramming at the young boy above her, bouncing, driving his prong again and again into her gripping pussy.
"OHHHHHHHHHH, JJJJJIMMMM!" Pam arched up in a multiple orgasm that made everything she'd gone through up until now worth the anguish and torture.
"JIMMMMMYYYY, OH, JIMMY..."
Then she was cumming again and feeling his responding powerful jerking spasms flooding along that stiff, rippling prong, shooting hot sticky cum deep into her womb.
"OH, JIMMMMY, AT LAST," she screamed again, happy for the first time in months, perhaps in her whole life.
