The voyeuristic and exhibitionistic tendencies that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
The characters in this novel are some of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within them a depth of passion they never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
HORNY VOYEUR FAMILY - a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Daphne Draycott was not being particularly stealthy or quiet when she entered the house, but her mother did not hear the girl come in. Her mother was preoccupied and making plenty of noise, herself. Those noises were soft and juicy.
Yvonne Draycott was sucking on a cock. And it was not her husband's cock. It surprised the hell out of Daphne. Daphne had returned home unexpectedly because there had been a power failure at school and the students had been dismissed. Yvonne had not expected anyone to come in, with her daughter at school and her husband at work, and she had not taken the precaution of locking the front door before she started eagerly sucking on that big prick.
Daphne entered the hall and was about to call out to announce her arrival, when she heard a juicy slurping sound coming from the front room. The girl paused, wondering what on earth that sound was. She cocked her head, listening. The sound came again, followed this time by a soft moan of obvious pleasure.
Daphne had never sucked a cock.
She failed to identify the sounds.
Daphne was a teenager and she was still a virgin, although she had done a bit of heavy petting a few times and had allowed one lucky young man to finger-fuck her and, in return, had jacked him off. But that was the furthest that she had ever gone, so she was still relatively naive and quite innocent.
But she was randy, too.
She was quite looking forward to getting fucked for the first time and was only waiting until the time and the place-and the boy, of course-were righ't for it. There were a good many hopeful young men who would have been more than pleased to do the job, because Daphne was a gorgeous, nubile girl with thrusting tits and a heart-shaped ass and long, shapely legs that drove men wild-and often drove them to jacking off while they thought about the sexy teenager. Buckets of spunk had been spilled over daydreams of Daphne. She had curly blonde hair and wide blue eyes and a full, sensual mouth.
She had a hot cunt, too.
But her cunt was not hot at the moment, as she innocently stood there, trying to figure out what those sounds were.
She started towards the door to the front room, unconsciously moving quietly now.
"Ummm," someone purred in a deep voice.
Then she heard her mother's voice.
"I'm so glad that you came over today," Yvonne said softly. "I was really in the mood to suck you off."
Daphne gasped.
Her pussy began to simmer instantly.
The girl had often thought about sucking a prick and several of her girlfriends who had tried it told her that it was fun, but she was startled by the thought that her mother was a cock-sucker. It didn't seem the sort of thing a mother should be doing.
Daphne figured that her father must have come home from the office for the occasion.
She also figured that it would be an awfully exciting thing to have a look at and, when her surprise had passed, the girl grinned impishly and sneaked up to the door. She slowly peeked around the door jamb-and got another shock.
It wasn't her father.
Her mother was blowing Andy Hodgkins, the tall, handsome man who lived next door!
Daphne was truly amazed by this.
She cupped a hand over her smoldering cunt and proceeded to observe with fascination, and attention to all the juicy details of the blow-job.
Andy was sitting on the couch.
Yvonne was kneeling on the floor in front of him.
The man's back was arched and his head was thrown back, his expression contorted by lust as he gazed down at the woman. He was fully clothed, but his fly was open and his huge prick towered up from his trousers, throbbing and pulsating.
Yvonne was only wearing a bra and panties.
She had stopped mouthing his cock meat for the moment, and was licking her lips as she gazed fondly at the tasty hunk of prick jutting up before her eyes. The sight of that cock thrilled young Daphne. She had only seen one f stiff prick before-that of the lucky lad that she had jerked off-and his cock had not been nearly as big as Andy's giant fucker. His cockhead was huge. The fat, dark vein throbbed up the underside of his thick cocklance and his balls were bloated like over-inflated balloons. Saliva glistened on his cockhead and down the shaft, evidence that his prick had been in Yvonne's mouth recently, and would soon be there again, and a drop of jism bubbled from the cleft and began to run sluggishly down the swollen purple cock-knob.
Yvonne gave a little squeal when she saw that thick drop of delicious cum run down his hot prick meat.
So did Daphne, in fact, although she stifled the sound.
She certainly didn't want them to know that she was watching. It would be awfully embarrassing for all of them but, more to the point, she did not want her mother to stop. The girl was wildly eager to witness the conclusion of that blow-job.
The sight of Andy's prick was making Daphne's mouth water.
She envied her mother.
She wished that she could suck a prick.
Her hand was cupped over her groin and her cunt felt like a glowing ember between her thighs.
Yvonne ducked her head down and pushed her tongue out, gathering up that thick drop of cum. She drew back, letting the tasty nugget of slippery spunk run around on her tongue for a moment, then swallowed it down and purred with pleasure.
"Yummy," she whispered.
"There's plenty more of it, baby," Andy groaned.
"Ummm-I want to drink it all," Yvonne sighed. "I want you to shoot your cum in my mouth so I can swallow all of your hot, thick jism!"
Andy groaned, her words almost as inspirational as her tongue. He humped up from the couch, pushing his prick into her face with a fucking motion. Yvonne's hair-blonde like Daphne's-cascaded over his cock and balls as she pursed her lips and kissed the glowing cock tip. Then she began to run her tongue up his prick, lapping and slurping up the full length of his cock from balls to knob and tonguing the cockhead at the top end of the long, fluid stroke.
Another drop of cum oozed out. Yvonne licked it up with enthusiasm. Then she began cock-sucking in earnest.
She fitted her lips to the head of his prick and parted them, slowly feeding his cockmeat into her mouth. She cupped his bloated balls in one hand, gently kneading them. Her other hand folded around the hilt of his cockshaft and she began to jack him off while she sucked on the prick-knob. She was working in a steady rhythm designed to bring the man to a climax as soon as possible.
Obviously, the taste of those drops of jism she had already swallowed had whetted her appetite for the delicious stuff and, eager to drink more cum, she was using her hand to jerk him off into her mouth. Her tongue flashed around against the underside of his cock-knob and her lips pulled and dragged up and down the prickmeat as she bobbed her head steadily, taking half of his prick in, then sucking back up to the prickhead. She drew back for a moment. There was a dreamy look in her eyes and a few drops of pre-cum glistened on her smiling lips.
"Come for me, darling," she whimpered. "Come in my mouth-I'm hungry for your sweet cum!"
She dipped down and slid her lips over his cock-knob again, sucking and tonguing and frigging all at once.
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Daphne watched in total fascination. As her mother's lips drew up, saliva poured down his steaming prick and onto his balls. Then her head bobbed down again, as if she were bobbing for apples in a barrel. His cock was flowing steadily now, not yet coming but pouring out pre-cum. The quicksilvery fluids blended with her bubbling saliva. She slurped the stuff up and moaned with the joy of it, relishing his cum. Daphne lifted her skirt. She slipped her hand down inside her soaking panties and began to rub her cunt and finger her clit. Ribbons of cunt juice poured down her legs. Her hand filled with a pool of hot pussy juice.
She was so hot that, in seconds, her pussy creamed. She shuddered and trembled as she milked herself off.
The orgasm rippled through her pussy.
When Daphne had worked off the last delicious spasm, her cunt was as hot as if she hadn't come at all, and the girl knew that she was going to have to finger-fuck herself half a dozen times before she was satisfied, on this memorable occasion. She figured that she would go up to her bedroom and linger over a long and leisurely hand-job-but not yet.
First she had some cock-sucking and cum-drinking to watch!
Andy was humping up from the seat, fucking Yvonne in the mouth. She was taking all of his prick in now. The cock-knob lodged in her gullet and she gave a little gasp, then she purred as her lips drew slowly back up the cock, sucking through every precious inch of his prick.
"Ummmm," she purred, dragging her lips up his cockshaft. Then she fed the meat back in. Andy groaned.
He reached down and placed one hand behind Yvonne's head, fingers splayed out in her golden hair, holding her steady as he fucked his prick into her welcoming mouth.
"Here it comes, baby!" he gasped.
Yvonne whimpered with joyful expectation.
His balls exploded and the thick cum rushed up the flaring stalk and spurted from his cock-knob, filling Yvonne's mouth with his hot cum-load. He whimpered, his whole body trembling violently, as he emptied his cock and balls into her hungry mouth.
Yvonne was swallowing cum as fast as she could, but there was too much of the thick jism to drink. It overflowed her lips and ran down her chin. A stream of cum poured down his cockshaft and pooled on his hairy balls.
Her head bobbed up and down and her throat worked as she swallowed, milking more jism out with every stroke.
At last he stopped shooting.
Yvonne continued to suck him to make sure that she had pulled out every precious drop of his cum.
Then she drew her lips away and used her nimble, hot tongue to lap up the stray drops that had escaped her lips and run down into his balls. She polished his prick-knob to a sheen.
She sat back on her heels.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Beautiful," he moaned.
"I love to drink your jism, darling," she told him.
That, thought Daphne, was obvious. Daphne wished that she had some jism to drink, too.
She wondered if she should slip away now.
But then she realized that, despite his massive ejaculation, Andy's huge prick was still rampant. His cock head softened slightly and diminished a bit, but it was still standing.
Yvonne removed her bra.
Then she tugged her panties down, her luscious ass squirming as she worked the soaked underwear off. She tossed the wet panties aside. They fluttered to the floor like a butterfly with damp wings, the crotch band sodden with cunt juice. Andy was grinning.
"I think I'll suck your cock up hard again," said Yvonne.
"What a good idea!" said Andy.
Daphne, too, thought it was a good idea.
Cunt in hand, she waited for the next fascinating sight...
CHAPTER TWO
Yvonne began licking Andy's prick once more, running her moist tongue all over the bloated crown and lapping up the thick cockshaft. Her clever tongue soon had his cock hard as iron and vibrant with throbbing energy. His cock began to quiver as her saliva evaporated from the hot flesh. He moaned and writhed under her tongue.
Yvonne took his cock into her mouth again, like a plug into a socket, and commenced to suck. She had been using her mouth to make his cock hard again, for fucking presumably, but now the cock-hungry woman seemed intent on milking him off in her mouth a second time, for she was sucking steadily and with great concentration. A look of intense pleasure, almost of rapture, came over her face as she worked devotedly on that mouthful of cockmeat.
Daphne had already seen her mother take a load of cum in the mouth and so, lovely as the sight of that cock-sucking was, the girl rather hoped that she would get a chance to witness some fucking.
Still, it was a thrilling sight.
Watching Andy's fat cock fucking in and out of her mother's mouth, the girl began to shove three stiff fingers up her cunt, finger-fucking herself in rhythm with the way her mother's head was bobbing up and down on that delicious mouthful of prickmeat.
Then Daphne brought those fingers up to her mouth and began to push them in and out, pretending that the three bunched fingers were a prick. She sucked her cunt juice from her fingers.
Cunt juice, she had to admit, was delicious stuff.
Cum must be even tastier, she figured-because she was basically a heterosexual sort of girl and felt that it was only proper to prefer the juice from a cock to that from a pussy. But still-well, she simply had to wonder what it would be like to suck a cunt and drink some of that lovely pussy cream right out of a hairy bowl. If the stuff tasted so wonderful delivered by hand, how delightful must it be when it came hot and bubbling from a cunt?
She began to change hands, finger-fucking herself with one while she sucked on the fingers of the other, then alternating, so that her saliva-soaked fingers were plumbing her pussy while she was slurping the cunt juice from the others.
Her eyes remained glued on the scene in the living room.
Then Yvonne pulled her lips off Andy's prick, giving his cockhead a parting kiss and a last lick.
She squirmed up higher and began to rub his cockhead against her tits and nipples, then bedded it in her cleavage. She cupped her fat tits together with her hands and Andy began to hump, fucking her slowly and steadily between the tits. His cockhead came squeezing out from her soft tunnel, then vanished back in the crease. The cock tip was dripping again, laying a glistening trail of slime up her breastbone and into the hollow of her throat.
Yvonne was rubbing her thumbs back and forth against her swollen tit tips and those fleshy nuggets seemed ready to explode.
She gazed down adoringly at the head of his cock as it came squeezing out, panting onto his cock-knob.
Then she looked up at Andy's lust-contorted face, her own expression sly and speculative.
"It's so frustrating, darling," she whispered.
Andy looked puzzled.
"It's lovely-but frustrating," she said. "I love so much to suck you off, but I love to have you fuck my cunt, too. I wish that you had two pricks so that I could get fucked in both ends at once!"
Andy grinned.
"Sorry," he said, apologizing for being a single-cocked fellow.
"I wonder-" Yvonne began, then paused uncertainly.
Andy ground his prick up her cleavage, the cock-knob nestling in under her chin and she tilted her face down in order to tongue that foaming slab of hot purple prickmeat for a moment. Then he pulled down and she looked up at his face again.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Don't you have a friend, darling?" she asked.
"A friend?" he said, not understanding.
"Another man you could bring over, the next time you come to see me, I mean?" Yvonne whispered.
Comprehension dawned on Andy's face.
His cock flared mightily.
"You want a threesome?" he asked, grinning.
"Oooooh-yes, please!"
Yvonne had been a bit nervous about suggesting it, but now she could tell by his expression and by the way his prick had started to pound with renewed lust that Andy did not object to the idea.
She said: "If it wouldn't make you jealous, darling. He wouldn't have to be handsome or anything." She smiled wickedly. "As long as he has a big cock."
"I think it can be arranged," Andy told her.
"Oh, it makes me so hot to think of it!" Yvonne whimpered. "I want to suck you off while he fucks me-and then switch and you can fuck my cunt while he fucks me in the mouth! Oh, I'll go mad! Before I was married, I used to get gangbanged sometimes. I'm so naughty, aren't I? But I just loved it when half a dozen men lined up and fucked me, one right after the other-or two at once, sometimes-like I want it with you and some other man. I want to feel your cum spurt up my cunt and drink his jism at the same time!"
This sort of talk was making both of them very excited.
And it was driving Daphne wild.
The fact that her mother had been cluster-fucked was so inspirational that the teenager's pussy began to cream again.
And she wanted to be there to see it!
Daphne had become a voyeur instantly, the moment she saw her mother sucking on a mouthful of prick, and the girl wanted to watch a lot more action as soon as possible.
"Would you like to watch me suck a man off?" Yvonne asked, carrying on the erotic conversation.
"Christ, yes! I'd love to see some guy fill your mouth with spunk, baby-to watch you swallow it!"
Now Yvonne looked shy again.
She said: "And-if you wanted to, darling-you could bring another girl over, sometime."
"Yeah?" he said with enthusiasm.
"You could watch me suck her cunt," Yvonne whispered.
"Have you done that?" he rasped, his voice quavering with passion, his face a mask of lust.
"Um-hum," Yvonne said.
She slid down again and began to tongue his cock very gently at the sensitive point where his cockhead flared out. Cum trickled down onto her tongue.
Speaking with her lips brushing the head of his cock, Yvonne said: "At college, my roommate and I used to eat each other out. Sometimes we'd take turns and sometimes we'd sixty-nine. We both adored it. I mean, we weren't lesbians-but we were cunt-suckers!"
Andy groaned and his prick began to vibrate like a tuning fork as his imagination joined with her words and her tongue to inspire him to a raging urgency.
Yvonne knew how much she was stimulating her lover with her naughty confessions.
She said: "I've gone to lesbian bars, too, a few times. I let some dyke pick me up, and I always suck her off, too."
Andy moaned and churned his cock up her cleavage.
Yvonne slowly slid up. His prick ran down her belly as she moved into the chair, mounting him. She knelt on either side of his hips and guided his cock into her crotch. She held his prick by the root and began to rub his cockhead around in her creamy cunt slot, not fucking into her yet but using his cock like a ladle to stir her creamy bowl.
"Ummmm," she sighed, as his cock-knob rubbed across her clit and through her parted cunt lips. Her clit was as explosive as a stick of dynamite.
Andy began to squeeze her fat tits.
He lowered his head and started sucking on a swollen nipple as his hands moved down her flanks and cupped her ass. Yvonne began to lower her pussy onto his prick slowly, feeding the cock meat up her cunt an inch at a time.
She went down to the root.
Andy was balls-deep up her cunt and her cunt lips were plastered to his crotch like a suction cup. Her talented, pliable pussy began to work on his cock, the cunt muscles tightening in a series of concentric rings that rippled up his prick from hilt to crown, as if she were jerking him off inside her clinging cunt.
She held the full penetration for a moment, savoring the joy of having her cunt full of swollen cock and letting him thrill to the sensation of having every inch of his prick meat buried in her hot pussy.
"Promise?" she whispered. "Promise me that you'll bring some man over to fuck me?"
"Yeah!" he rasped. "Soon, darling?" she panted. "Tomorrow!" he vowed. Then, thrilled as much by the prospect as by the fucking of the moment, they began to fuck with gusto.
CHAPTER THREE
Daphne was stunned.
It had come as a shock-and a thrill-to discover that her mother was so depraved that she wanted two men to fuck her at the same time, but it came as an even greater shock to find out that her mother sucked cunts, as well as cocks.
It wasn't the sort of thing that a mother should do!
Yet, because it was so very, very naughty, it was all the more exciting to the sex-crazed teenager. It gave her ideas, as well. She had been sucking her own cunt juice from her fingers and wondering what it would be like to eat another girl's pussy, anyhow. And to find out that her mother ate pussy inspired wild speculations in the teenager.
Daphne wanted to suck a cunt, herself.
She had thought about it before, but it had always seemed too depraved. She considered herself normal and she had always thought that cunt-sucking was strictly in the domain of the dyke. But her mother was obviously not a lesbian, and if she did it-well, the conclusions were obvious. It was just as her mother had said-there was a difference between being a lesbian and being a cunt-sucker.
Daphne also had a good idea where she could get a cunt that needed sucking, too.
But she would consider that later.
At the moment, she had some fucking to watch...
And frantic fucking it was!
Andy was holding himself steady, his back bridged and his loins thrust upwards, letting Yvonne set the pace. She was riding his prick with slow fuck-strokes, wanting to make it last as long as possible. She tensed her lush thighs and rose up to the head of his prick, then settled slowly down to the root. Her ass churned from side to side as she tucked her cunt onto his cock and her hips rotated, adding the twisting friction of torque to the in-and-out movement.
Daphne, from her vantage point at the doorway, could see the fucking with clarity. She watched Andy's fat cock vanish up Yvonne's hairy pussy then emerge again, with creamy cunt juice pouring down the cockshaft and soaking into his bloated balls. As her mother descended, the cheeks of her taut ass parted, exposing the tight brown bud of her ass-hole. Her cunt lips were pulling on his prick, wringing and sucking and milking the fat cock-rod. Her pussy squished juicily as it was stuffed to the brim with hard cock and slurped merrily as it pulled up the prick. The, sight was driving Daphne wild with fuck-lust.
She had an unholy urge to rush into the room and join them!
She wanted to kneel down behind her mother's ass, between Andy's thighs, and lick his balls. She wanted to run her tongue up his fucker as it came pulling out, lapping her mother's cunt juice from his cock. And then she wanted to move higher and lick her mother's cunt lips and push her tongue up the woman's cunt alongside Andy's prick.
After he shot his wad, Daphne wanted to spread Yvonne's cunt lips wide open and suck the cum out of her pussy.
The girl was dizzy with desire.
She struggled against the impulse, knowing that it would be embarrassing, to say the least, if she were to start tonguing her mother's lover-and her mother's cunt.
Daphne's cunt was melting on her hand again.
An orgasm rippled deliciously through her loins, but it left her as hot as if she hadn't come at all.
She kept right on finger-fucking herself and watching the inspirational fucking in the chair as the pace began to step up. Yvonne had been trying to prolong it, but both of them were so hot now that they were going to come soon, and she started grinding away towards that creamy conclusion with vigor.
Andy began to hump up from the chair, moving in counterpoint to Yvonne's thrusting action. He fucked up into her cunt as that juicy hole pushed down. His hot cock was hissing up her steaming fuck hole like a white-hot crowbar dipped into a blacksmith's tub.
Daphne could see the ventral vein, as fat as her finger, throbbing and pulsing with wild urgency as his cock pulled out, with thick creamy cunt juice pouring down it. Yvonne's tits bobbed up and down in his face and her trim belly danced against his in a carnal waltz. Andy churned his ass, corkscrewing in, fucking the cockmeat up her pussy to the hilt. Cunt juice bubbled out, pumped out of her cunt slot by his fat, tight-fitting prick. His belly and balls were soaking wet and ribbons of pussy juice dripped from the edge of the chair.
His thighs began to tremble.
His heels drummed on the floor and his hands tightened their grip on her churning ass as the thrill began to spiral up towards the dizzy heights of fulfillment.
Yvonne was starting to come, too.
The thrill was rippling across her heaving belly in lateral waves and an electric tingle ran up her glistening thighs, the separate waves crashing together deep in her cunt.
"Come!" she wailed. "Come in me-come with me!"
She felt his prick balloon in her pussy, spreading her snug cunt around the expanding cock-knob.
"Now!" he cried. "Here it comes!"
"Yes-yes-yes!" she cried.
Her cunt melted and at the same moment she felt his jet of hot jism burst in her womb.
Whimpering with the joy of it, Yvonne rode up and down on his slippery fuckpole, milking his cock as she worked her cunt off. He shot spurt after spurt of cum up her pussy and her hot cunt juices flowed out to mingle with his cum, the mixture bubbling from her unfurled cunt lips in a creamy flood.
Gasping, Andy stiffened, his body bridged and rigid, while lusty Yvonne continued to rise and fall, fucking her cunt onto his prick as she worked off the final spasms and the last drops of her release.
At last, they were still.
His cock was still buried up her pussy, starting to soften, and her voracious cunt was still sucking on his prick, wanting it to stay stiff, wanting to remain occupied by cockmeat even though she had already creamed.
She kissed him on the lips.
Her tongue slid across his parted mouth teasingly.
"Don't forget what you promised," she whispered.
"Hell, no-I can't wait," he said.
"Neither can I, darling. Oh, what a wonderful time we're going to have tomorrow! But make sure that whoever you bring home for me has a big prick. Okay?"
"A big prick and big balls full of cum," Andy promised.
"I'm looking forward to it," said the wanton wife.
And so was her teenaged daughter...
Daphne had moved back from the doorway now, out of sight. She was afraid that now they had finished fucking one of them might glance towards the door and discover her presence. It would be embarrassing and, worse, it might foil her future voyeurism.
Daphne was determined to be there, the next day, when that threesome took place!
She couldn't risk lingering any longer now, not with that wonderful prospect ahead of her, and she moved back down the hall. She paused by the stairs, debating whether she should go up to her bedroom and give herself another hand-job.
But then she thought that it might be better to get out of the house, before her mother realized that she was not in school and perhaps got suspicious. But where could she enjoy a hand-job if she went out?
Daphne knew where.
She would call on her good friend Brenda.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brenda's parents both worked and so the girl, who had been let out of school along with Daphne, would most likely be at home alone. Brenda lived just down the street, and it would be a convenient place for Daphne to give herself a good finger-fucking.
She knew that Brenda wouldn't mind.
In fact, Brenda and Daphne had already had a few sessions of finger-fucking in Brenda's bedroom.
And Daphne knew, too, that Brenda would be thrilled to hear about how she had spied on her naughty mommy-because Brenda also enjoyed playing the voyeur, and one time the two girls had secretly watched Brenda's older brother jacking off.
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There was a wooded patch and a little stream behind the houses on that street and one day the two girls had strolled down there to sit on the bank of the stream and talk about boys. Both girls were virgins but both were randy and they often discussed sexual affairs in a speculative fashion.
As they sat there, Tommy came wandering down the path.
Tommy was eighteen, a tall, gangly youth with straw-colored hair and a prominent Adam's apple. But what the two girls noticed at the moment was that he also sported a prominent cock-bulge in his pants.
The lad failed to notice the girls, for they were shielded by some thick bushes. He was looking around in a furtive fashion, glancing back over his shoulder, and he appeared to be nervous. There were bright beads of sweat shining on his forehead and a gleam in his eye.
He halted not far away. "Your brother has a hard-on," Daphne whispered.
Both girls clasped their hands over their mouths to stifle the sounds of their mutual giggling.
They had both realized that there was a thrill involved in secretly watching someone-especially a guy with a hard-on. They wondered why he had an erection and, more to the point and of greater interest, they wondered what he intended to do with that hard prick.
They didn't have to wait long to find out.
Tommy took a rolled-up magazine from his pocket and opened it to the centerfold. Although the girls could not see the magazine, it was evident that he was admiring a glossy photograph of a naked lady. His large Adam's apple bobbled up and down as he gulped and his eyes popped out like a pair of hard-boiled eggs. His jaw hung wide open and he began to sweat more.
He held the magazine up with his left hand.
His right hand fumbled with his belt, then with his fly. He opened his pants and hauled his prick out, closing his fist around the root of his big fucker. He didn't begin to frig himself yet, but simply held his cock by the hilt, dragging the foreskin back and causing the mushroom-shaped knob to flare and flush.
He was drooling over the photograph.
Daphne and Brenda looked at each other, grinning with the shared excitement of the sight. Then they both looked back at Tommy-more precisely, at Tommy's cock. This was the first stiff prick that Daphne had ever seen, for it had happened a week before she jerked her first boy off, and she was fascinated by Tommy's rock-hard cockmeat. Brenda, although it was her own brother, seemed equally fascinated with that iron-hard prick. Both girls were trying not to giggle, but those giggles were more of nervous excitement now, than they were of amusement.
There was nothing funny about that stiff prick.
His cock was so taut that it twanged like a bowstring when he tightened his grip, and his balls were swollen with urgency.
He began to skim his fist up and down his cock from root to knob, rubbing lightly at first and then clenching himself tighter and jacking his prick savagely. The girls watched his foreskin curl up over the cockhead on the upstroke, then drag back away and leave that fat purple cockhead flaring out in a fat wedge of prick meat.
Tommy was panting like a steam engine.
The fat vein throbbed up the underside of his cock, and the bloated tip of his cock began to throb.
"Oooooh," breathed Daphne.
The girls exchanged a fleeting conspiratorial glance, then turned their gaze back on the action.
Tommy lowered the magazine.
He held it in front of his cockhead, slanted so that the photograph of the naked woman-a wet spread shot, the girls could now discern-was positioned at just the angle that she would have been in if the boy had been fucking her.
His whole body was trembling and vibrating now, and his left hand shook as it held the magazine out and his right hand was a mere blur as it sped up and down his cockshaft.
They heard him groan.
Suddenly a great creamy blossom of jism burst from the tip of his prick in a fleecy cloud, spilling onto the photograph. A second jet of cum shot out, skimming up the glossy page, followed by four or five more spurts of equal abundance, squirted out under the tremendous pressure of his pubescent passion.
He jacked himself bone dry.
His cock softened and his balls collapsed and an idiotic smile twisted his lips as he stood there, panting, his legs quivering so much it looked as if he might fall down.
The girls maintained a hushed silence.
After he had recovered, Tommy slid his drained prick back into his pants and fastened his fly.
He bent down and scooped up a handful of grass and used it to wipe the cum from the magazine. Then he tossed the soaking grass down and rolled the magazine up, saving it for the next time he required a fantasy fuck.
He walked away on unsteady legs.
Daphne was looking at the cum-soaked grass. If Brenda had not been there to embarrass her, the horny virgin would have crawled over there and licked Tommy's jism up from the ground, for she was desperate for a taste of the fascinating stuff.
And Brenda, too, had been inspired.
She said: "I almost crawled over there and asked him if he wanted me to do it for him! I sure would have liked a handful of that prick. But he is my brother. I guess that would have been sort of like committing incest, huh?"
"I guess," Daphne agreed.
"He ain't your brother, though. You could have."
That was exactly what Daphne was thinking.
If Brenda had not been with her, she would have offered to jerk Tommy off, no doubt about it-and it was that stimulation that led directly to the mutual masturbation that the girl had enjoyed so much on her next date, the week afterwards.
It led to more immediate pleasure, as well...
Tommy was out of sight by this time and the two girls looked at each other with mischievous grins.
"Did it make you hot, watching?" Brenda asked.
"It sure did!"
"Yeah! Me, too!" She looked sheepish at the confession and quickly added: "Even though he is my brother."
"He sure has a hard cock, huh? And golly! I never realized that so much jism came out when a boy jacks off!"
Brenda's hand had crept up her thigh.
She suddenly seemed to realize what she was doing and she blushed and lowered her eyes demurely. Then, looking out from beneath her fluttering eyelashes, she asked: "Do you frig yourself off, Daphne?"
Normally, Daphne would have been shy about admitting such a thing, but under the circumstances she figured that such reticence would be sort of silly.
"Sure," she said.
"Me, too," Brenda said.
"I do it a lot."
"So do I," answered Brenda. "It sure feels good. I guess a cock would feel better, but a hand-job is swell."
"I feel like giving myself a hand-job right now!" Daphne blurted out, and she blushed as she said it.
"Yeah, so do I, Daphne. My pussy is on fire."
They exchanged a speculative look.
"Shall we?" Daphne asked.
"In front of each other?" Brenda asked. But her tone did not imply any inhibitions or reluctance, merely excitement.
"Sure, why not? As long as we just do ourselves and don't touch each other, it won't be like we were lesbians or anything."
"Okay," said Brenda brightly. "I don't mind."
They both pulled their skirts up above their waists. Giggling-as if to make a joke of it, rather than too serious a matter-they squirmed out of their wet-crotched panties. They sat face to face on the grass, legs parted and knees raised, so that each could look at the other's pussy while they finger-fucked themselves.
It was a very erotic situation.
It had a lot of potential ramifications, and from the way the two young ladies looked at each other, it was obvious that they were both wondering the same thing. If either one of them had been a bit bolder, Daphne and Brenda would probably have engaged in some mutual masturbation that day, finger-fucking each other at the very least. But both were shy about suggesting it and neither was willing to take the initiative-although both would have been willing to do it, more than willing.
So each girl finger-fucked herself.
Brenda started first, running her fingertips lightly up her unfurled cunt lips and shuddering at the sensation. Daphne followed suit. They did it to themselves and watched each other do it. They rubbed their hot clits until they throbbed and pushed stiff fucking fingers up their sodden pussy slots. After a while, with the thrill rising in both of them, they began frigging with both hands, finger-fucking with one and clit massaging with the other.
Whimpering, they creamed at the same time.
Daphne watched the cunt juice pour out of Brenda's pussy and soak down into the crack of her ass and Brenda, with equal fascination, watched Daphne's pussy juice flood out.
When it was over, they grinned sheepishly at each other.
It had been a naughty thing to do.
But not nearly as naughty as both of them would like to have done-had either one been bold enough to suggest it.
* * *
After that first time, the two virgins got together for a finger-fucking session quite often. After Daphne had jacked a boy off, she told Brenda about it, in all the juicy details, and the two girls lay side by side on Brenda's bed and frigged themselves to a frazzle.
Daphne often stopped in at Brenda's after school, before the girl's parents got home from work, and they fell into the pleasant habit of taking all their clothing off and tending to their cunts, each to her own, while they watched one another.
Daphne loved to look at Brenda's cunt.
She liked her plump, nubile tits too, and she liked her firm, well-rounded ass, but most of all she was intrigued and fascinated by the girl's cunt. She adored it when Brenda slowly fucked her fingers up that creamy cunt gash, and she positively cherished it when Brenda began to whimper as she creamed.
Brenda's interest was every bit as attentive.
And yet neither girl had so far touched the other. They merely looked and played with their own pussies. And the more often they did it, the harder it seemed to do anything naughtier, and the more inhibited they became. They seemed to have fallen into a routine that was going to prove hard to break, a rut that was hard to improve upon.
But now Daphne had a brand new source of stimulation.
She had just discovered that her mother was a cunt-sucker!
And if her own mother ate pussy, it couldn't be so very wicked, could it?
Daphne was eager to tell Brenda about what she had seen and heard. She guessed that it was kind of naughty to tell such tales about her mother, but she simply had to share that thrilling news.
And to see how things went from there...
CHAPTER FIVE
Brenda must have been looking out the window and seen Daphne approach, for she opened the door before the blonde girl had knocked. She gave Daphne a friendly smile, which Daphne returned. Brenda was every bit as attractive and sexy as Daphne, but in a different sort of fashion. She had dark hair which she wore in a short and curly style, like a mop on her head and, along with her wide and wistful eyes, it gave her the appearance of a waif-but an adorable and desirable waif, the sort of homeless teenager that any man would be pleased to befriend.
Her body was slender, but nicely contoured and curved, with small, firm, big-nippled tits that thrust out invitingly and a taut ass that rolled provocatively when she moved. Her groin, like her head, was a curly mop of thick, dark hair, contrasting with Daphne's silken blonde cunt bush-and a sight that truly fascinated Daphne, when the two naughty girls lay naked, side by side, rubbing themselves off and watching each other.
"Hi, Daph," Brenda said.
She stepped back so that Daphne could enter the house.
Daphne was in no mood to equivocate.
"Do you mind if I give myself a finger-fucking in your bedroom, Brenda?" she asked, coming straight to the point.
Brenda looked startled for a moment. It was nothing new for Daphne to finger-fuck herself in her room, but the blonde girl had never been so direct about suggesting it before. Although she was surprised, Brenda was far from reluctant, and she smiled again.
"Sure," she said. "I'll join you."
"That's a good idea," said Daphne.
They went down the hallway, walking side by side, then Brenda went up the stairs ahead of Daphne. Daphne gazed at that taut pendulum of an ass and found herself longing to caress the dark girl-to discover the pleasures that she had overheard her mother talking about so enthusiastically. The deviate desire had always been there, ever since the two girls had frigged off in concert by the stream, but now it had become much stronger and her inhibitions were subdued. Still, she wasn't quite bold enough to just come right out with the suggestion, and she hoped she could work around to it indirectly.
Standing beside the bed, Daphne removed her skirt and blouse. Brenda was wearing blue jeans and a tee shirt, both very tight. Her nipples poked out against the cotton of the shirt and the jeans were dragged into a vee at her crotch. She reached up and pulled the tee shirt off, stretching, thrusting her tits out. Daphne stared at her tits and found her mother watering at the sight. Then Brenda unfastened her jeans and squirmed out of them. She was not wearing any panties. The thought that Brenda had been walking around naked under those tight jeans thrilled Daphne.
They sat on the side of the bed.
Flank to flank, but not touching, they spread their thighs open and each girl gazed down between the legs of the other.
Brenda gave a little whimper when she saw how soaked with cunt juice the blonde girl's pussy gash was.
"Gee-how come you're so horny today?" she asked.
Daphne hesitated for a moment, still thinking it was very naughty to gossip about her mother, yet eager to tell Brenda about it. She figured that it would excite Brenda vicariously-and she hoped that the excitement would lead to a thrill that was anything but vicarious.
"Remember when we watched your brother jacking off?" she said, by way of a prelude.
"Sure-that was the first time you and I frigged off together," Brenda said, frowning, slightly puzzled by the reference.
"Remember how hot it made us to watch?"
"Well, gee whiz-sure I remember."
"Well, I just saw something even more exciting!"
"Ooooh! Tell me!" Brenda squealed.
Daphne cupped a hand over her cunt.
Brenda cupped her own bushy cunt mound, but neither girl started to caress her pussy yet. Both were waiting for the stimulation of what Daphne had to talk about, enhancing the manual by the verbal.
"When I got home-my mom didn't expect me and she didn't hear me come in-and she was sucking Andy Hodgkins' prick!"
"No!" Brenda squealed.
"Yeah! In the living room. He was sitting in a chair and she was kneeling on the floor and sucking his cock!"
Brenda's eyes gleamed and her pussy pulsed in her hand.
"Did she-did she do it all the way?" she asked, fascinated. "Did he shoot in her mouth?"
"Yeah! And she drank the stuff, too!"
"Oh, wow! No wonder you're so hot! I sure wish I'd been there to watch that scene!" Brenda said, her voice husky, "And that's not all," Daphne added.
"Tell me! Tell me!"
"After she milked his cock and balls she sucked him up hard again and then she sat on his pick. I could see his fat cock going in and out of her cunt as she rode him. Oh, it was wonderful!"
Brenda had begun to fondle and rub her pussy now.
Daphne lightly fingered her throbbing clit, considering how to tell about the rest of it. She gazed down at Brenda's creamy cunt, twisting around slightly so that Brenda, in turn, could get a clear view of her own crotch. She wanted to make that hot pussy slot look as attractive and intriguing as possible, to give her friend the same ideas that she was having, herself. Using the tips of her fingers, she spread her cunt lips wide open, revealing the cream-soaked inner pussy flesh. She slowly pushed her middle finger up her fuck-hole, shivering with the sensation. Brenda had started to pant as much as Daphne, now.
"There's-there's more," Daphne whispered.
"More?" cried Brenda.
"My mom asked Andy to bring another man to the house tomorrow-she wants to suck a cock and get fucked at the same time!"
Brenda wailed at the revelation.
"What a naughty mom!" she said.
"And-and I thought that maybe you might like to watch them, Brenda," Daphne went on. "We could skip school and sneak back to the house after they started doing it-and watch together!"
"Yes! Gee, yes, let's!"
Brenda fell back across the bed, raising her knees and parting her lean thighs widely. She started working steadily on her pussy, grinding her pelvis around under the stimulation. Her cunt squished and flooded.
Daphne was still perched on the edge of the bed. She leaned down, her face hovering directly over Brenda's crotch and her eyes glued to that foaming pussy. Her tongue slid across her lower lip. They had always enjoyed looking at each other, and Brenda had no idea that Daphne might have more in mind than mere observation.
But Daphne knew how to bring the subject up now.
She said: "And one more thing, one very naughty thing-"
How could anything be naughtier than the previous revelations? Brenda widened her eyes in expectation.
"My mom told Andy that-that she-likes to suck cunt!"
"Oooooh!" Brenda gasped, shuddering.
Her pussy pulsed as if aware of the reference.
Daphne looked up from the tops of her eyes, her face still hovering over Brenda's cunt. A drop of saliva fell from the blonde's parted lips, splattering in Brenda's pussy hair. Her pink tongue slowly glided across her mouth.
Brenda returned the gaze, looking down over the plane of her smooth body.
Neither spoke for a moment. Both were entertaining wild and wonderful thoughts.
Cunt-sucking! The concept danced like sugarplum fairies in their minds.
They had often talked about getting tongued and speculated on how lovely it would feel, while they frigged off side by side. Neither girl was experienced and neither had ever been sucked, but both were eager to discover the joy of a hot and nimble tongue, as well as a cunt full of stiff prick. But they had never thought about doing the cunt-sucking, nor having it done bv another girl. They had imagined only the services of a handsome young man during those flights of imagine.
After all, they were not lesbians. But now a new note had been added to the score.
Daphne said: "My mom isn't a lesbian or anything. Don't get the wrong idea. But I heard her tell Andy that she and her roommate at school used to sixty-nine."
She hesitated, not quite sure how to continue. Brenda nodded eagerly, waiting to hear more.
"I guess they probably did it when they didn't have any dates, you know? As a sort of substitute for cocks. They were normal-just good friends-like us, I suppose." Again she paused, carefully searching the dark-haired girl's face for any sign of disgust or dismay, and finding only excitement there. "And sometimes she goes to lesbian bars, too, and gets picked up by a dyke who wants to eat her cunt-like dykes do. But she said that she always gives the dyke some head, as well-even though she isn't a lesbian, herself. I guess-well, I guess that sucking a cunt must be as much fun as getting sucked, even when a girl is normal."
Now, along with the excitement, there was a look of dawning comprehension on Brenda's face.
"Maybe it is," she said. "You think?"
"I-I never thought about sucking a cunt, being normal and all. But now that you mention it..."
Brenda smiled slightly and gave a little shrug, her small, firm tits jiggling with the gesture. She had stopped rubbing her pussy now, cupping it in motionless hands, as if about to offer the juicy handful to Daphne.
"If my mom does it, I guess it can't be too terrible, huh?" said the oversexed blonde, smiling now as she saw how receptively her friend was behaving.
Brenda giggled.
"Maybe cunt-sucking is an inherited trait," she suggested. "If your mother-likes it, maybe you will, too."
"Oooooh-maybe I would," Daphne said, shuddering.
Another drop of saliva fell onto Brenda's crotch and Daphne's tongue slid across her lips faster.
"I wonder if my mom sucks cunts, too?" Brenda said. "I wonder if I might have inherited a taste for it?"
Daphne whispered: "I'd like to try it, sometime-if I had a good friend who wanted me to do it to her, and was willing to do me, too."
"I-I'm your good friend," Brenda said softly.
They exchanged a long and lustful gaze.
Brenda whispered: "When we masturbate together ... you've wanted to touch me, haven't you, Daph?"
"Yes," Daphne sighed.
"I knew that-the way you looked at my cunt. I wanted to suggest that we finger-fuck each other, myself. I wanted you to suggest it. Really, I hoped you would, sometime. I never thought about doing more than giving each other a hand-job, until now."
"Ooooh!" Daphne squealed as a wave of passion rushed through her loins and her mouth watered. "Let's suck each other off!"
"Oh, yes, yes!" Brenda moaned.
And so, inspired by Daphne's thrilling voyeurism, they did.
CHAPTER SIX
Daphne's mouth felt as hot as her cunt, her tongue as stiff and tingling as her clit, and she was even more eager to suck Brenda off than she was to be sucked off. But despite that, she didn't think it would be seemly to simply pounce on Brenda's pussy and start sucking like a glutton, without any build-up or foreplay. Eating one's first pussy was rather a delicate matter and, now that she was assured of a pussy to mouth she was in no hurry to start tonguing it-although she was starving for that succulent bowl of hot cream.
She drew Brenda's cupped hands from her groin.
She began to fondle and rub that curly mop of a cunt muff, then slowly pushed two fingers up Brenda's pussy.
Brenda shivered deliciously.
Her pelvis began to pump in a fucking motion, pushing her cunt down onto Daphne's frigging fingers. Her pink cunt lips were unfurled like the petals of a flower and a thick trickle of cunt juice poured out and ran down to soak into the taut crack of her ass. Her clit was sparking and throbbing. She ground her ass against the bed and her hips worked like pistons.
Daphne continued to fuck two fingers in and out of her hairy pussy and began to finger her clit with the other hand.
Brenda could easily have come at any moment.
But she held back, wanting to save her creamy climax for the promised lips and tongue.
As Daphne leaned over Brenda's loins, her plump tits bobbed up and down. Brenda reached up and cupped them, squeezing the fat mounds and pulling on the taut tit lips. Then she slid one hand into Daphne's crotch, palm upwards, and began to play with her steaming pussy. Cunt juice pooled up in her palm and dripped from the edges.
The girls eyed each other, both licking their lips, enjoying this foreplay and thrilled by the anticipation of the more exciting things to come.
Swooping down, Daphne sucked one of Brenda's stiff nipples into her lips and began to suck on it.
It made a tasty appetizer. It whetted her appetite for the main course.
She gave Brenda's pussy a long stroke and brought her fingers up to the dark girl's tits. They were soaking with creamy cunt juice. Daphne rubbed the juicy stuff into Brenda's tits and worked it into her nipples. Then she began to lap that cunt juice off Brenda's tits.
Brenda's face contorted with desire as she watched her friend licking pussy nectar off her tits.
"Ummmm-it's delicious," murmured Daphne.
And, she thought, if the stuff is this tasty delivered by tit, just imagine how wonderful it will be when I'm drinking it, all hot and foaming, out of her cunt!
Brenda was keen to discover the succulence of cunt juice, too. She drew her soaking hand out of Daphne's groin and brought it to her lips. Her pink tongue ran over her fingers, then she pushed them into her mouth, sucking on them as if they were a cock that had been soaked in a cunt and relishing the delicate flavor.
"Yummy," she purred.
They embraced, clinging together, tit to tit and belly to belly. They kissed passionately, swapping tongues. Their lips and tongues were smeared with each other's pussy juice and the hot fluids ran back and forth between their mouths.
Brenda felt so hot that she thought she might ignite.
Speaking right into Daphne's hot mouth, she whispered: "If you want to suck me off, you'd better do it-because I can't wait!"
Daphne moaned.
She pushed her tongue into Brenda's mouth for a last salivating stroke, then began to slide down the girl's trembling body. She paused to lick and suck at her tits, to dip her tongue into her belly button, to kiss her curly pussy mound. Brenda was vibrating with urgency. Her lean thighs parted widely and her belly thrust out so that her groin was invitingly open, welcomingly available. Her juicy pussy was spread like a buttered crumpet on a hairy tray.
Daphne bypassed her pussy.
Teasing Brenda-and herself-she went down lower and began to run her moist tongue up the girl's thighs, stopping just short of her crotch. Her saliva left a glistening trail up the smooth contours. She licked up the crease where Brenda's thighs joined her torso, tonguing parallel with the girl's open cunt slot but not touching it yet.
"Do it! Please do it!" wailed Brenda.
Daphne drew back.
For a long moment she gazed at Brenda's open pussy, savoring the thrill, her mouth drooling in expectation of that feast. She used her fingers to spread the girl's cunt lips open wide. Then she pushed her tongue out, leaned in and took her first lick of cunt.
"Ahhh," she sighed.
Pussy was every bit as wonderful as she had hoped.
"Ooooh!" squealed Brenda, as she experienced the sensation of a hot tongue on her steaming caldron of a cunt for the first time, and found that her expectations had been more than justified.
Daphne took just the one lap and drew back for a second, while she let the cunt juice run around on her taste buds, then swallowed the slippery stuff down. Leaning in again, she began tonguing Brenda's cunt.
Brenda wailed and whimpered, her pelvis churning wildly about as she worked her pussy into Daphne's eager face. Daphne was using only her tongue at first, licking up the juicy cunt slot and lapping at the throbbing clit and then tongue-fucking up the soaking fuck hole. Cunt juice foamed over her tongue and sprayed out as she lapped up the pussy gash. Then she fitted her lips to Brenda's soaking cunt lips and began to suck steadily.
Daphne had discovered that the art of cunt-sucking, if not inherited, was certainly the sort of thing that a horny girl just did naturally, without any previous experience or practice. She knew just how to go about it-and that fact was manifested by the way that Brenda was wailing and thrashing about with the joy of it. Daphne's tongue was talented, her lips skilled. She was bringing the slender, dark-haired nymphette surging to the peak of passion.
Her tongue stabbed in deeply, then slurped up the cunt slot, running the length of the crack and fluttering over the girl's clit. Brenda's cunt squished and Daphne's tongue slurped. Cunt juice bubbled over her lips and filled her mouth in a succulent flood. She swallowed the pussy juice down greedily and kept sucking more out.
She gazed up at Brenda's face and was pleased to see that it had become a mask of frenzied passion.
Brenda gazed down, seeing the top of the blonde girl's head working above her crotch, framed by parted thighs and humping belly. They looked at each other. Brenda wanted to smile but her facial muscles were stiff with lust, her expression uncontrollable. Whether or not Daphne smiled she could not tell, for her mouth was buried in her crotch, her lips stuck to that creamy cunt like a suction cup to a wall, sucking steadily and tonguing with true gusto.
Daphne began shoving three fingers up Brenda's fuck hole while she concentrated on sucking her clit.
"Come," she purred. "Come for me, Brenda-come in my mouth."
The words were muffled on Brenda's hairy pussy, echoing in the chamber of her loins.
"Coming," Brenda whimpered. "Oh, God! I'm coming!"
"Ummm," Daphne sighed.
She sucked faster and harder, eager for that creamy climax, feeling Brenda starting to melt in her mouth. Brenda rippled and vibrated through her whole body. She cried out with joy.
Her pussy creamed.
"Drink it! Drink my juice!" she wailed.
Daphne was already doing that, slurping the delicious pussy nectar from that melting honey-pot. Brenda writhed through a frantic orgasm, the thrill rusing through her in wave after wave, the cunt juice pouring out in a pulsing river.
At last, drained and more satisfied than she had ever been before, Brenda stopped grinding and lay back, panting.
Daphne continued to tongue and suck for a while, to make sure that she had worked off every last spasm and sucked out every precious drop from Brenda's cunt, and wishing there was more of the delicious pussy nectar.
Finally, she raised her head.
Her lips were glistening with pussy cream and ribbons of cunt juice ran down her chin. A thick drop fell off and splattered on Brenda's cunt. Daphne ducked down again and tongued it up, unwilling to let a single drop of the savory cunt juice go unswallowed. Then she raised her head again. She had been concentrating so completely on sucking that sweet cunt that she had forgotten all about her own cunt. But now that Brenda's pussy had been milked, Daphne was once more aware of the raging fire between her own thighs.
She raised her eyebrows.
She had a terrible thought. What if Brenda, now that she had come, decided not to suck cunt, after all?
But Daphne needn't have worried.
Now that Brenda's pussy had been taken care of, she was more ravenous than ever for a mouthful of cunt juice, her hunger enhanced and her appetite whetted now that she no longer had to consider her own pussy. She smiled and licked her lips.
"Why don't you sit on my face, Daph?" she whispered.
"Oooooh, yes!" Daphne whimpered.
She moved up, straddling Brenda's slender torso. She paused to dip down and rub her steaming cunt against the girl's up-thrust tits. Brenda cupped her tits and nipple-fucked Daphne for a moment. Then Daphne moved higher, kneeling astride Brenda's eager face. She hovered there for a moment, letting Brenda gaze up at the cunt that she was about to devour, savoring the anticipation.
Brenda was already tonguing wildly, even before her mouth had made contact with the juicy treat. Her head was tilted back like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Her hot breath billowed up into Daphne's pussy. A drop of cunt juice fell onto Brenda's tongue and she moaned and let it slide back into her gullet. She was desperate for more. Her hands cupped Daphne's ass, holding her pelvis up as if her cunt were a bowl from which she was about to drain the contents.
"Feed it to me!" she wailed.
Daphne slowly lowered her cunt onto Brenda's face.
Brenda began to suck her pussy furiously.
Daphne gasped at the first tongue-stroke that she had ever known, then gurgled with the joy of those sweet lips as they clamped around her swollen clit and began to suck.
Brenda' hot tongue wedged up Daphne's pussy slot and Daphne's cunt clamped on it, the cunt lips closing like a carnivorous blossom. Brenda fluttered her tongue around inside the honey-pot, gathering tasty pussy nectar into her tingling taste buds and letting it flow back past her lips. She was gurgling with the delights of sucking a cunt, squirming and writhing under the kneeling blonde, arching her back sinuously as she tilted her head up and back, swallowing from that creamy bowl. Her hands massaged Daphne's taut ass and she fingered her ass-hole.
Daphne didn't want to come too soon. She wanted to prolong the joy of the act. She tensed her thighs, lifting her cunt away from Brenda's face for a moment, giving it a chance to cool slightly. Brenda whimpered with frustration as she was momentarily deprived of the feast. Then Daphne settled down again, working her melting cunt around in Brenda's eager face, coating her with pussy juice from chin to brow and filling her mouth with the delectable stuff.
Brenda moaned as her mouth opened widely, clamping over Daphne's flowing pussy.
She pushed a finger up Daphne's tight ass-hole.
Daphne rocked back and forth and twisted from side to side as the thrill neared the crest. Her head went back and twisted from side to side. Her eyes glazed and her lips parted, trembling.
"Suck," she whimpered. "Suck-suck-suck!"
And that was just what Brenda was doing. "Oooooh! Now!" Daphne cried. Her cunt melted.
The foaming fluids of her release came out in a deluge, soaking Brenda's face and filling her mouth.
"Ummmm-ummmmm," Brenda purred, gulping the sweet cunt oils down.
Grinding merrily away, Daphne worked her orgasm off to the dregs. She drew away, a satisfied smile on her face. Brenda's tongue continued to flutter, wanting more of that tasty treat. Daphne curled up beside the dark girl and slid a hand between her legs.
"Now it's my turn again," she said.
Brenda grinned, delighted to discover that there was going to be a repeat performance. But she felt like doing some more cunt-sucking herself, as well.
It was frustrating. She tended to get horny at both ends and when her cunt was being pleased her mouth was neglected, and vice versa. She knew that it must be the same with Daphne, because Daphne had started to go down on her again, eagerly. Cunt-sucking could be a vicious circle, she realized. As soon as she had drunk enough cunt juice, she would be hot in the crotch and as soon as her cunt had been milked she would find out that she was hungry for more pussy.
Daphne's head bobbed up and down as she wallowed her face in Brenda's cunt.
But then Brenda had a fine idea.
"Daph-why don't you turn around?" she suggested.
Daphne looked up.
"Let's sixty-nine-like your mother does. Okay?" Brenda suggested. "That way we can enjoy it at both ends at once, and we can both cream at the same time, together!"
The idea appealed to Daphne, who had experienced the same frustrations by limiting the oral contact to one end at a time.
She buried her face into Brenda's cunt again.
Then she began to slowly revolve, moving her ass and hips around the hub of her head, so that she was turning into the position of inverted love without removing her mouth from Brenda's pussy for a moment. Her leg swung across and she pushed her groin into Brenda's upturned face.
They began to sixty-nine with enthusiasm.
Both girls were truly enjoying this act that had been suggested and inspired by Daphne's voyeurism.
Little did they know that, at that very moment, they too were under observation!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brenda's older brother, Tommy, did not know that the two naughty girls had been watching him that day that he had jacked off by the stream. But Tommy would have understood it, had he known, because he was a bit of a voyeur, himself.
,He often spied on Brenda.
He peeked into the bathroom when she was standing naked under the shower, the frothy soapsuds looking remarkably like jism lathering her firm, thrusting tits.
He sometimes entered, as if by mistake, not knowing the bathroom was occupied, when his sister was lying in the bathtub, her tits floating on the surface.
He often sneaked a look when she was sitting on the toilet, getting a bizarre sort of thrill in glimpsing a stream of piss tingling from her hairy pussy, and wishing he were squirting his own thick stream of cum up that cunt gash.
Sometimes he peeked through the keyhole of her bedroom and, if he was lucky and timed it right, he occasionally saw Brenda dressing or undressing or sitting naked by her dressing table, brushing her curly hair, her tits jiggling as her arm moved as if they were connected by some strange carnal clockwork.
One fantastically lucky day, he saw her finger-fucking!
That had been the biggest thrill of the young man's life, up to that point, driving him half mad with lust and desire and a sweeping flood of incestuous longings.
Brenda had been stretched out on her bed, her knees raised slightly, her slim thighs parted-and both hands clawing at her cunt! From his viewpoint at the keyhole, the lad was able to look right up that soaking pussy slot and to see the cunt juice when it poured out of her fuck-hole and ran down into the crack of her ass. His prick had jumped up so violently that he had been forced to jack off on the spot, kneeling there at the keyhole and beating his thick cockmeat savagely as he watched his younger sister climax on her hands. His jism had jetted out and splashed against the door with such force that he half expected the wooden paneling to crack or the door to fly off the hinges.
His excitement was so great that he shot his wad before Brenda finished her long, leisurely hand-job, and so the lusty lad beat off again, without even pausing to catch his breath or to give his right arm a rest. Later, sweating, he wiped up his cum from the door, removing the evidence, and tiptoed back to his own room, where he proceeded to give his prick yet another session while he thought about his naughty little sister and what she had been doing-and what he would like to do to her.
Tommy had always jerked off frequently.
But after that day when he saw Brenda finger-fucking herself, he had begun to beat his meat more than ever. He jerked off first thing in the morning and he jerked off last thing at night, and he whacked merrily away on his cock throughout the day. Tommy didn't have to feel horny or in urgent need of a climax in order to jerk.off. All the lusty lad needed was to find himself in privacy for a few minutes, whereupon he produced his prick and pounded it to a creamy conclusion.
Sometimes he looked at pictures of sexy women in the centerfolds of naughty magazines.
More often, he closed his eyes and thought about his younger sister.
Once in a while, he made believe that he was fucking Daphne, as well. He lusted for the lovely blonde girl and found it thrilling to pretend that his fist was her cunt or her mouth. But he had never seen Daphne naked, let alone playing with her pussy, so the fantasies that he entertained about her were far more vague than those of Brenda.
Despite his vigilance and creeping about, Tommy had never been home when Daphne and Brenda had masturbated side by side, and the lad had no idea that his sister and Daphne frigged off together.
Not yet...
Usually, Tommy hurried home to jerk off as soon as school got out, but today he had a more interesting prospect for getting his cock and balls emptied.
Tommy had found himself a girlfriend.
Tommy was a virgin and rather timid with girls but, the day before, he had worked up his courage and asked Marylou Jenkins if he could walk her home after school. To his amazement and delight, the girl had readily agreed. She had even seemed pleased.
Marylou was eighteen years old, a pretty and popular girl with nice big tits and long sexy legs.
She had a good reputation and Tommy had never heard any rumors about her, nor did he expect to seduce her. The most that he was hoping for was maybe a kiss.
They chatted in a friendly fashion as he walked her home, carrying her school books and being polite, if somewhat awkward and rather nervous. When they got to her house, she asked him if he would like to come in for a while. Of course, he wanted to, and did.
When he realized that her parents were not at home and that he was alone in the house with the sexy teenager, Tommy began to get wild ideas. He still did not expect to be able to persuade Maylou to fuck with him, and he was far too shy to attempt a seduction-but he began to get a hard-on.
They were sitting on a plastic rocker in the sun porch.
As his big prick began to swell and display its rampancy in his tight jeans, Tommy became flustered and blushed furiously.
He figured that Marylou would be furious if she noticed that he was sporting a hard-on.
But she didn't seem to notice.
Tommy guessed that Marylou was too naive and innocent to know what that bulge signified.
But then the girl did a remarkable thing.
They were talking about a movie they had both seen and, still carrying on the conversation, Marylou slid her hand down and began to rub his swollen balls and stroke his bloated prick through his jeans. Tommy gasped. Did she realize what she was doing? It seemed incredible, impossible. Yet she continued to chat about the film and to caress his cock through his jeans, causing it to throb hotly.
Then, with a shy smile, she opened his fly.
His cock jumped out like a wild bull rushing into the bullring, eager to sink its horn into soft flesh.
Marylou gazed at his cock for a thoughtful moment.
Tommy was afraid to say anything or do anything, terrified that he might break the spell. He just sat there, trembling with hopeful expectations, watching the girl who was looking at his cock. Then she folded her fist around the root of his prick and began to stroke it up and down. Tommy started to pant. He humped up from the swing, causing the seat to rock back and forth under them as he fucked through her skimming fist.
Marylou had stopped talking now, and stared intently at his cock as she frigged it. She was breathing hard and her expression had become one of excitement. She moved her other hands down and cupped his balls, lifting them as if trying to judge her weight and squeezing gently as if to ascertain how much spunk they contained. Her fist skimmed lightly, then her grip tightened and she began to really drag his cockmeat up and down. His foreskin curled up at the ledge behind the knob, then dragged back tightly as her fist descended and his cockhead flared out like a hooded cobra.
A drop by foamy jism oozed from the cleft.
The girl gave a little whimper of passion when she saw a drop of pre-cum emerge.
Tommy was groaning with his raging need.
She was giving him a hand-job! Not a single suggestion had been made, not a risque word had passed between them-and yet the girl was beating his meat. She wanted to make him come! It was all the more thrilling for being so casual, so natural. His cock began to hammer and thunder. The cockhead swelled and darkened. Another trickle of frothy jism bubbled from the pricktip and trickled down onto her fingers.
Suddenly he was at the crest.
His whole body arched and stiffened.
"Ooooh," she sighed, stroking his prick downwards.
A thick jet of milky cum spurted from the head of his prick and flew high into the air, glinting in the sunlight like a silvery spaceship in orbit through the heavens. Marylou moaned softly as she saw that jism spout from his cock. She continued to stroke his prick, pumping a second, then a third dose from his balls, the cum shooting out of his prick like a fluid charge from a cannon. He shot four separate spurts of jizz out under tremendous pressure. Then his cock stopped spurting, but the thick cum continued to foam out, pouring down his cockshaft and welling up in the web between her crooked forefinger and thumb.
Marylou kept pumping until she had emptied him.
Then she delicately wiped the cum from his cock with her lace handkerchief and mopped up her hand. She tucked his shrinking cock back into his fly and zipped him up.
She gave him a demure look.
"Feel better?" she asked.
It was the first reference that either of them had made to what had taken place.
"Yeah," he croaked.
And she said no more about it.
Tommy wondered if he should offer to finger-fuck Marylou, in turn, but she didn't seem to need a hand-job and, still timid and with his balls emptied, the boy didn't quite know how to proceed. They chatted for a while longer and then Marylou's mother came home from shopping and that was that. Tommy left, asking Marylou if he could walk her home again the next day, and he was thrilled when she agreed.
Tommy hoped to get jerked off every day.
Whether they might eventually go a bit further-or even go all the way-was something he hardly dared speculate upon.
* * *
When school was let out early, Tommy waited outside and Marylou approached him, smiling, and handed him her books. They walked off together, in the direction of her house.
But then, frowning slightly, she said: "My mother will be home today, Tommy-just so you aren't disappointed."
Tommy was certain disappointed.
He didn't want to go to her house where, with her mother home, he was certain to be frustrated-and probably embarrassed, if he got another noticeable hard-on. Feeling glum, he suggested that they stop at the drugstore for a Coke. They did so, sitting in a booth side by side, their flanks touching and Tommy's cock rising under the table.
Marylou giggled and touched his swollen prick.
He looked around, wondering if anyone would notice if she were to jack him off under the table. There were several other couples there, and it seemed too risky.
"I wish there were somewhere we could go," Marylou said. "I'd like to jerk you off again."
Tommy gasped when he heard those erotic words.
Hearing a demure young lady use words like that was almost as thrilling as the act, itself.
"I loved it, yesterday," she whispered. "I love to see the cum spurt out of your prick."
"Let's go to my house," he suggested.
"Won't anyone be home?"
"Well, my mom and dad both work. My kid sister might be home, through. I don't know."
"Okay," she said, giving his prick a squeeze. "But don't get the wrong idea. You can't fuck me or anything. I'm a virgin, you know. As long as you'll settle for a hand-job. Okay?"
Tommy nodded.
He had some difficulty in getting out of the booth because his cock was like a lever jammed under it, and once he had struggled free he was almost capsized by the weight of his hard-on and had to thrust his head and shoulders back to balance himself against the huge cantilever of his cock. He held Marylou's school books in front of his crotch to conceal the throbbing bas relief of his cock.
She took his arm. They left the drugstore and headed for Tommy's house, both of them hoping that his sister would not be home.
There was nothing casual about their intentions today.
Marylou kept saying: "I can't wait to get my had wrapped around your big prick, Tommy-I can't wait to jerk you off again."
Tommy was dizzy. So much blood had rushed into his cock that he felt light-headed with lust.
They came to his house and went in, closing the door gently.
"I'd better check to see if my sister is in her room," he whispered.
Marylou went with him.
Moving on tiptoes and breathing hard with anticipation, they went up the stairs and down the hallway. The door of Brenda's bedroom was ajar. As they approached, they heard Brenda's voice, too low to make out the words.
"Damn," Tommy whispered.
"Can't we sneak into your room and lock the door?" Marylou asked, for she was every bit as eager to jack Tommy off as the lad was to get his cock and balls drained.
He nodded.
But Tommy's bedroom was farther down the hallway and they had to pass Brenda's room. He was afraid that she might see them go past, that she might tell their parents that he'd had a girl in his room. They approached the partially open door cautiously. They heard the bed squeak.
Tommy wondered if Brenda was finger-fucking herself again.
The idea sent a dart of passion running up his already smoldering prick. He figured that he would enjoy his hand-job even more if it was proceeded by a glimpse of Brenda playing with her pussy.
Motioning for Marylou to stay back out of sight, the boy cautiously looked through the crack between door and jamb. He gasped.
He gasped loudly enough so that Brenda could have heard the sound-if Brenda's ears had not been clamped between Daphne's thighs!
Tommy turned and looked at Marylou, all the blood drained from his face, total shock registering.
Marylou, puzzled, sneaked a look into the bedroom.
They had arrived just in time to watch Brenda and Daphne sixty-nine!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Daphne was on top of Brenda, in the position of inverted oral love. Her blonde head was buried in Brenda's dark cunt muff and her own golden-haired groin was straddling Brenda's upturned face.
It was quite a sight.
Marylou and Tommy stood at the door, amazed and thrilled.
Smiling, Marylou reached down and opened Tommy's fly. She hauled his cock and balls out and wrapped her fist around the hilt of his throbbing prick. She didn't stroke him right away, but gripped his cock tightly, feeling the fat cock-rod expand. His cock was iron hard and so hot that the purple prick-knob was almost smoking.
She stood beside him, their hips brushing together, both looking into the bedroom. She took Tommy's hand in her free hand and moved it up under her dress, from behind.
Tommy slipped his fingers inside the soaking crotch of her panties and began to finger-fuck her.
Marylou sighed and started to stroke his cock.
Frigging each other, they watched the fascinating scene that was taking place on Brenda's bed...
Daphne didn't know which end felt better.
Her cunt was smoldering delightfully as Brenda's hot tongue pried and wedged and slurped up her creamy pussy slot, but her mouth felt every bit as wonderful, filled as it "was with Brenda's pussy.
Sixty-nining was a marvelous invention!
Daphne's smooth, valentine-shaped ass ground slowly from side to side and her belly churned as she worked her pussy around on Brenda's face, while her whole head was rubbing around in Brenda's groin. She was soaked from chin to forehead with cunt juice. She held Brenda by the flanks as she gobbled her pussy.
Brenda had her hands cupped over Daphne's ass, holding her as if her pelvis were a goblet as she drank from it. Daphne pushed her tingling tongue up Brenda's cunt slot as far as it would go, lapping at the soaking inner pussy flesh. She took the girl's swollen clit into her lips and sucked lovingly, then licked the unfurled cunt lips. Brenda was doing the same to Daphne's pussy, using her lips and her tongue, eating her pussy. Their tongues were as hot as their clits, their mouths thrilled as their cunts as they took pleasure at both ends and returned the pleasure in kind.
From the doorway, Tommy and Marylou were able to see all the juicy details of the cunt-lapping.
They saw Daphne's pink tongue slurp up Brenda's fuck-hole and her lips working on her stiff clit. They saw thick ribbons of cunt juice pour out and watched Daphne lick the sweet pussy nectar up. At the other end, they saw Daphne grinding her cunt into Brenda's face. Tits rubbed on bellies and smooth, sleek thighs came open and closed, clamping around buried heads for a moment, then opening the velvet snare widely. Both girls were panting and whimpering with passion and both mouths were making delightful, moist sounds and both cunts were squishing juicily.
"Come," Brenda panted. "Come for me-come with me!"
"Ooooh, yes! We'll cream together," Daphne whimpered, the words muffled on Brenda's cunt.
They began to move faster, their loins gyrating in fucking movements while their tongues and lips worked with total concentration. They had the timing exactly right. The thrill was building up in both of them at the same time, at the same pace.
Tommy and Marylou, too, had got into the tempo.
They were both nearing the peak of passion at the same time that Daphne and Brenda were.
Brenda's cunt melted.
The instant that Daphne felt her mouth fill up with the cunt juice of Brenda's climax, her own pussy creamed.
The two girls were sharing the same thrill. It ran back and forth between them as if they were linked by an electric current. The waves of lust rushed into their mouths and spilled from their cunts. And as they shared the thrill, so did they seem to be sharing the same thick flow of cunt juice.
Daphne was drinking the succulent oils of lust and it seemed to be pouring right through her body and coming out again from her cunt, where Brenda gulped it down, in turn.
They milked each other to the dregs.
In the hallway, Marylou gave a little moan and her cunt turned to cream on Tommy's frigging fingers, the juice running out and pouring down the insides of her thighs.
Tommy's cock went off like a mortar.
A great lump of jism shot out and splattered against the door. Marylou kept pumping, milking out load after load of cum, until at last his prick had stopped coming and his balls had been drained.
But his cock stayed hard as stone.
The stimulation of watching his sister sucking a cunt was tremendous, and a single orgasm was not even going to make a dent in the lad's lust on this memorable occasion.
Which suited Marylou just fine...
On the bed, Daphne and Brenda had stopped thrashing about now, although they were both still tenderly and lovingly licking each other's cunt, gathering up the last of the juice of their mutual climax. They remained linked together, feeling affectionate now, more than passionate-but both knowing that soon enough they would want it again, and looking forward to another bout of cunt-sucking.
"Let's go to your room, Tommy," whispered Marylou.
Tommy was reluctant to leave, for he was still thrilled to the core by his voyeurism.
The knowledge that his kid sister was a lesbian-or at least bisexual-was utterly thrilling.
"Come on, Tommy," Marylou urged, soflty but urgently.
"Can't we do it again here?" he asked.
"I want to do something else," she said.
Her face was a mask of pure lust, her eyes glowing and her lips parted as she panted.
"Yeah?" he said eagerly.
"I want to-"
She paused and lowered her eyes, blushing prettily. Then she looked up through fluttering eyelashes, giving Tommy a look that sent a surge of lust through him.
"I want to do what they were doing," she whispered.
Tommy gasped.
Marylou wanted to sixty-nine with him!
It was beyond his wildest dreams.
Even the prospect of watching his sister do some more cunt-sucking was not enough to keep him at the doorway, when the joy of oral sex had been offered to him. Grinning with pure joy, he nodded his agreement. They moved off down the hallway, his hand still jammed into her crotch from behind and his prick still throbbing in her fist.
Neither Marylou nor Tommy had ever given or received head.
They had been inspired by voyeurism-just as it had been voyeurism that had inspired Brenda and Daphne to suck each other off.
As he squeezed Marylou's cunt in his hand, Tommy wondered what her pussy was going to taste like-and his mouth began to water. And as she gripped his fat prick, Marylou was wondering the same thing. What was it like to have a mouthful of hot, hard cock? What was it like to have a prick shoot cum in her mouth? She was eager to find out.
Marylou was relatively innocent.
She liked to jerk boys off and had done so to half a dozen lucky fellows, but that was the most that she had ever done.
She had always intended to protect her virginity-both her cherry and her mouth-until she got married, or at least engaged.
But voyeurism was far too stimulating.
Marylou was drooling for a mouthful of prick and her cunt was smoldering for a tongue...
"I can't wait until tomorrow-to watch your mother get fucked by two men at once," Brenda said.
At the thought, Daphne's cunt sparked.
So did her tongue.
"Neither can I," she said.
And then, their passions aroused again by the very thought of playing the voyeurs, and never for a moment realizing that they, too, had been seen in action, the two horny teenagers began to suck each other off again, rolling over so that Brenda could get on top this time. Both girls wanted to experience all the variations of cunt-sucking.
Once more, they timed it right and their creamy orgasms poured out simultaneously.
Then, at last, they were satiated-for a while.
They uncoupled and lay side by side, planning how they would spy on Daphne's mother getting double-fucked and then, inspired anew by the sight, would return to Brenda's house and eat each other out again-and again.
They looked forward to watching.
And they, themselves, had been watched with fascination and had inspired Tommy and Marylou to sixty-nine.
It was too bad they didn't realize what was going on in Tommy's room at the moment. They would have adored to watch it...
CHAPTER NINE
Tommy closed the bedroom door quietly and paused to lock it, while Marylou looked around the room, interested in studying the surroundings in which she was going to experience her first oral sex. There were posters on the walls and sporting equipment scattered about. It was not a romantic setting at all, but the bed looked comfortable. She had made up her mind and now she did not want to hesitate, afraid that she might lose her nerve and back out, so she began to undress right away.
Tommy, turning from the door, gave a little gulp as he saw that Marylou was already removing her clothing. He watched with interest, for he had never had a naked girl undress for his benefit, and for the wonderful reason that was now motivating sexy Marylou.
He began to take his own clothing off.
Marylou watched him as he watched her, thrilled equally. The girl had seen cocks before, of course, including Tommy's, but she had always seen them sticking out of open flies and had never seen a man totally naked.
She squirmed out of her panties and stood facing Tommy, her legs slightly parted. A slender ribbon of cunt juice was slowly unwinding down her inner thigh. Her nipples were so stiff that they looked like little rockets about to launch themselves from her big, rounded tits, and her pussy hair was a tawny triangle against her pale belly. She slowly ran her hand across her tits, feeling herself.
Tommy thrilled to the sight. He pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. His prick was as big as ever, even though she had already jacked him off in the hallway, and jism had already refilled his balls so that they looked like hairy, over-inflated balloons. His tasty-looking cockhead flared out from the prickshaft, throbbing and pulsating.
The sight was causing Marylou to really drool, making her feel an actual physical hunger for her first-ever mouthful of cock-meat. Smiling, she cupped her hand over her cunt and gave herself a squeeze.
Tommy moved towards her, his cock sticking out like the prow of a ship cutting a wake through the air.
He put his arms around her and they kissed, swapping tongues, standing beside the bed. He pushed his hips out and his prick pressed an elongated indentation into her belly. The cockhead reached up to her tits, the tip nestling between the heavy globes, into her deep soft cleavage. She squirmed against his cock as she sucked on his tongue. She was thinking that his big cock would fill her cunt very nicely and wondering if she should let him fuck her, but she decided that she would leave that bridge to be crossed when she came to it-and after she came in his mouth and drank his cum and found out what oral love was like.
They were panting into each other's mouth.
After a while, Marylou drew away and sat on the edge of the bed, her head level with his loins.
Tommy pushed his prick out towards her face.
Marylou took a deep breath, hesitating, thrilling to the anticipation of her first taste of cock. Then she ducked forwards and kissed the spongy pricktip lightly.
Tommy groaned.
She let her lips part and slowly took the big meaty slab into her mouth, sucking on his cock lovingly. His prick was delicious, she discovered.
Her lips pulled up and down his cock for a moment, then she drew away and fell back on the bed. Tommy lay down beside her and they kissed again. She sucked on his tongue as she had his cock. His hands ran up and down her smooth flanks and she cupped his balls, caressing the fount from which would spring his tasty fuck juices.
Tommy rolled onto his back.
Although he had never sixty-nined before, he had often thought about doing it while he beat his meat-usually picturing his sister, truth be known-and he figured it would be best with Marylou on top. She curled onto her flank, leaning over him, her big tits brushing his belly. She gave his prick another slurp and then went lower and tongued his balls for a moment, discovering that ballmeat was flavored differently from cockmeat, loving to feel his hard balls shift under the hairy bag. Her saliva trickled onto him, steaming as it evaporated from his groin.
Tommy was fingering her pussy.
Marylou rose onto her knees and turned around, throwing one leg across so that she was astride the lad's upturned face. He gazed up at her cunt, amazed to realize that he was about to devour her yummy-looking pussy. He licked his lips.
Marylou purred and lowered her cunt onto his face.
Tommy started licking and sucking and, just as his sister had, discovered that no previous experience or practice was necessary, that cunt-sucking just came naturally.
Her pussy was succulent.
He tongue-fucked up her cunt slot and waited for her to link up at the other end of the inverted coupling.
Marylou squirmed about for a moment, settling comfortably onto his head, thrilled by the sensations that his tongue and lips were shooting through her loins. She gurgled with pleasure.
Then she bent down and took his prick into her mouth and began to suck on it so greedily that she was almost inhaling his cock.
Marylou adored sucking on his prick.
If she had any regrets about losing her oral virginity, they were not deep enough to cause her to hesitate and she began sucking with gusto and enthusiasm, eager to bring him to a climax and find out what it was like to have a cock shooting cum into her mouth, to discover the joys of swallowing jism.
Her head bobbed up and down.
She was feeding more and more of his prick into her face with every downward stroke. Her lips pushed down all the way and her chin brushed his swollen balls, her nose nestled in his wiry crotch hair and his cockhead lodged in her throat.
She gulped and drew back up, the tight collar of her loving lips pulling avidly through every thick inch. She rose up until only his cockhead was in her mouth, sucked on it, then ducked all the way down again. Her tongue was fluttering wildly, caressing the underside of his cockhead and cockshaft as it ran in and out.
Vaguely, she wondered if it was as much fun to sixty-nine with a girl as with a boy.
Daphne and Brenda had certainly been enjoying it.
Marylou thought that someday she would have to give it a try, when the time and the place-and the girl-were right.
But for the moment there was a hard cock that needed to be sucked and milked, and she cast aside thoughts of cunt-sucking and concentrated totally on that savory mouthful of cockmeat.
It was hard to pay attention at both ends at once, she thought, as Tommy returned the mouthing with attention to details and her pussy began to spark and pulse and flood. She could hear the moist sounds that his slurping tongue made as it lapped at her creamy cunt slot.
"Unghhh!" she gasped as his cockhead filled her gullet.
"Ahhh," sighed Tommy as every inch of his prick fucked into her loving mouth, and he began to tremble violently. Fitting his lips to her cunt like a suction cup, he sucked steadily, wanting to bring her off as much as he wanted to get his own rocks off. Her cunt had become a morass, a swamp, and he was sucking mouthfuls of delicious pussy juice out, scooping it out with his tongue and swallowing it. It was making him hungrier than ever to drink her orgasmic flow.
"Oh, Tommy!" she wailed. "Come! Shoot in my mouth!"
He groaned, fucking upwards into her face.
"I want to drink your jism, Tommy!" she cried, and pushed her lips all the way down, taking his cock into her mouth balls deep.
Tommy groaned again and she felt his prick expand in her mouth. His balls seemed about to burst. Then, to her joy, she felt his prick quiver as the hot sap rushed up it and all of a sudden her mouth was filled with hot cum.
The cum-hungry girl gulped it down to make room for more, and Tommy squirted a second heavy dose of cum into her mouth.
Marylou's cunt creamed.
Drinking spunk and coming at the same time, Marylou gurgled with pure bliss and ecstasy. Her lips pulled up and pushed down as she milked his prick to the bone and emptied his balls to the dregs, and her cunt kept creaming as a multiple orgasm sparked through her loins.
Thrashing and writhing together, they sucked each other off to the final frantic spasms, vibrating together through the simultaneous orgasm. They both kept sucking for a while, to make sure that they had finished the tasty task completely. Then Marylou languidly moved away, turned, and lay in his arms. They kissed lovingly, both of them tasting their own fuck juices on each other's hot lips.
"That was delicious," she purred. "So is your cunt," he said.
Marylou giggled.
"How will I ever go back to jacking boys off, now that I know how wonderful cock-sucking is?" she said.
They kissed again and she reached down to hold his cock-and found that his fucker was still rampant.
And as soon as she discovered that, her cunt began to smolder all over again.
"Let's suck each other off again," she said.
Tommy grinned enthusiastically.
Voyeurism had inspired yet another feat of stamina and endurance.
They sucked each other for hours. They were both very, very glad that they had happened to see Brenda and Daphne sixty-niningwhile, even then, those two randy teenagers were making their plans to spy on Daphne's promiscuous mother the next day.
CHAPTER TEN
Not realizing that he and Yvonne had already performed for an audience, and that plans were being hatched to observe tomorrow's performance, Andy Hodgkins was considering who he should ask to supply the spare prick for the threesome.
This wasn't as easy a thing as, at first thought, it seemed. How did a fellow ask one of his friends to fuck his mistress? Andy was afraid that they might think that he was impotent and couldn't do the job by himself or perverted. Well, maybe it was a bit perverted, at that-and all the more exciting for that touch of depravity, as well. But would any of his friends see it that way? It was likely to be embarrassing. It was a delicate sort of situation. He couldn't decide what guy would jump at the chance and what one might be scandalized or insulted by the offer.
Then, too, there was the question of cock size. Andy hadn't the faintest idea how big the cocks of his friends were. Yvonne would be furious if he were to fetch her a fellow with a minuscule prick. Yet how in hell could he ask someone he knew if they had a big prick, or believe them if they claimed to? He sure as hell wasn't going to ask anyone to show him their tackle-if he did that, they would think him a fag for certain.
The more he considered it, the more Andy figured that he had better locate a stranger to join in the threesome, some guy who didn't know him or Yvonne and whose cock could simply pass through the wanton woman like a train in the night.
Where could he find such a stranger?
How would he be able to tell if that stranger was equipped with a big enough prick? How could he select a deserving-that is to say, a horny-man to share Yvonne with?
After some hard thinking, Andy came up with the solution.
He would go to the live sex show and make his selection from among the horny masturbators in the audience. Andy had been there once before, more out of curiosity than anything else, and he knew the routine and knew it offered the perfect solution to his problem.
When he mentioned it to Yvonne, she was thrilled.
She knew that any man frustrated enough to go to a sex show for a vicarious thrill, instead of doing some fucking himself, would be just the right sort for their purposes-hot, horny and eager to fuck.
"Just make sure his prick is big," she said.
Andy vowed that he would.
It was time for Andy to leave by now, before Yvonne's husband came home from work. Yvonne wished that he had come up with the sex show idea a little earlier, because the thought had made her hot all over again and she would have liked another fucking before Andy left. But it would be too risky and it would be awful if her husband came home and caught them-and interrupted them, as well.
Andy departed.
Yvonne made herself a Scotch and soda and drank it slowly, thinking about the pleasures that she was going to have the next day and getting hotter and hotter.
She wondered if she had time to give herself a hand-job before Daphne or her husband got home. Her glass was empty, and so was her cunt. What a frustrating situation! Still, a girl couldn't sit around all evening with her cunt smoldering like a lump of coal between her legs, could she? Yvonne shrugged and went upstairs.
She got her dildo out from her panty drawer.
It was a big, realistic rubber prick with batteries that caused it to vibrate at three speeds. The cockhead was a big slab complete with cleft and the cockshaft was seamed with gnarled veins. It was a lovely prick and Yvonne wished it were real. The trouble with it was that it couldn't shoot. Yvonne loved cum. She loved to drink the stuff and she adored to feel a load of cum squirt up her cunt.
Getting fucked by a rubber cock was better than nothing, but it lacked that ultimate function and, in the end, usually left her feeling unfulfilled. Still, she could kill some time and have a climax or two with the thing, while she waited for her husband to get home.
She lay down on the bed, naked, and began to pleasure herself. Switching the vibrator on, she applied the humming tip to her nipples first, as a form of foreplay, vibrating them until they felt ready to explode. Then she moved it down her belly, through her golden pussy thicket, up the trembling flesh of her inner thighs. Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted, the tip of her tongue sliding out. She touched the buzzing device against her tingling clit and shivered with the delicious sensation. Then she began to move the big rubber cockhead around in her cunt slit, not actually fucking herself with it yet, but using it like a ladle to stir her cream bowl.
Her pussy began to suck, trying to drag the fat tool up inside itself. Yvonne whimpered and purred, moaned and sighed. Slowly, she fed the vibrating fuckrod up her cunthoie. Her talented cunt muscles clamped on the dildo, trying to milk it as if it were a flesh-and-blood cock. She held the full penetration for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of being stuffed full of vibrating prick. Then, holding the cock by the hilt, she began to slide it in and out in a steady fucking motion.
She creamed in moments.
But without a load of jism pouring into her pussy, her orgasm was not complete, not satisfying. Without even pausing, she began to fuck herself with the rubber prick once more. She changed positions and she changed the angle of the fuck-thrusts, trying to get as much pleasure as possible out of her solo performance, and not knowing that she was, in truth, putting on a performance! For Daphne had come home again...
Feeling very pleasant after her long session of mutual cunt-sucking with Brenda, and excited about the prospects for more of the same, along with some thrilling voyeurism, the teenager walked home from Brenda's with her pussy nicely simmering and the delicious taste of cunt juice still clinging to her tongue.
Once again, she entered the house quietly.
She was hoping that Andy might still be there and that she could watch them fucking once more.
She was disappointed to find the living room vacated.
Then she heard the buzzing sound from upstairs.
Was her mother using the vacuum cleaner? How on earth did she have the energy for housework, after all the sucking and fucking that she had been doing? But the sound wasn't really loud enough for the vacuum cleaner. Maybe this was worth investigating. Grinning impishly, the little voyeur crept quietly up the stairs and down the hall. The bedroom door was open. She sneaked a peek around the corner.
Yes, it had been well worth investigating!
Daphne cupped her cunt in her hand and settled down, kneeling on the floor to enjoy the erotic sight of her mother fucking herself with the fat rubber prick...
Unable to milk an orgasm out of the dildo, Yvonne was coming and coming, but still yearning for more fucking. She was changing her position each time she came.
Daphne observed with fascination. She would have to do some snooping around, she figured, and find out where her mom kept that lovely dildo, so that she could use it on her own cunt once in a while-or on Brenda's steaming pussy, maybe. But for the moment, the girl was perfectly content to enjoy the visual thrill in all the juicy details.
Yvonne got on her hands and knees and fucked herself from behind, doggy-fashion. Her ass was towards the doorway and Daphne could see the rubber cock disappear up her hairy cunt gash, then come pulling back out, lathered with foaming cunt juice. It made the girl's mouth water, now that she knew how tasty a pussy was.
She wondered if it would be an act of incest if she were to suck her mother's cunt sometime.
Yvonne fucked herself from the front, kneeling, the cunt juice streaming down her parted thighs, then she stood up and gave herself some fuck-strokes in an upright position. She bent over. She leaned against the wall. She braced herself with one hand on the bed and fucked the prick in from the back again, then from the front. She lay down and hiked her ass up as if she were doing a bicycling exercise and slid the cock in and out from above. She even-and this was particularly thrilling for Daphne-slipped the thing into her mouth and sucked her own cunt juice from it.
Daphne hoped that she would put the dildo away without washing it-so that Daphne could secretly have a taste of her mother's cunt juice by sucking on the rubber prick.
Yvonne had paused now, perhaps wondering what position she had not yet employed.
The downstairs door opened and closed.
"I'm home!" Homer Draycott called.
On the bed, Yvonne grinned lasciviously.
Daphne naturally expected her mother to hide the dildo.
Instead, Yvonne shoved it up her pussy and lay back, legs spread wide apart, cunt juice streaming down her hairy crotch and her whole body gleaming with the perspiration of her exertions.
"I'm in bed, darling," she called.
Her tone implied that she was not in bed merely to sleep.
Homer started up the stairs, his footsteps eager.
Daphne thought: Oh, boy! They're gonna fuck or something!
The girl fled down the hallway and slipped into her own bedroom, holding her breath and peeking out. She saw her father stride up to the bedroom door. There was already a lump in the front of his trousers.
He stopped dead, his jaw dropping open.
Then he grinned wickedly.
He went into the bedroom and Daphne, trembling with anticipation, crept back down the hall to get another look...
"I've been so horny all day, dearest," said Yvonne.
"Obviously," Homer said sardonically, with a glance at the dildo that was sticking out of his wife's cunt.
He began to strip his clothing off hastily. As his pants came down, Daphne was delighted to see that her daddy had a big, rock-hard prick and bloated balls. The purple tip of his cock was steaming and the stalk was throbbing. Naked, he advanced to the foot of the bed and knelt down. He took the dildo by the hilt and pulled it slowly out of Yvonne's pussy.
Then he leaned down and clamped his mouth to her crotch and began to suck juicily on her creamy cunt slot.
Yvonne purred and rippled and began to thrash about as his tongue and lips worked skillfully on her pussy. Her lush thighs clamped around his head and her belly heaved up, hooking him in a velvet trap, cupping her loins for his feasting.
Because his head was buried in her groin, Yvonne did not see the frown that darkened Homer's brow.
Homer knew full well that a rubber cock did not come. He also knew full well that the cunt he was sucking had recently been filled with spunk. Homer frequently ate Yvonne out after he had fucked her and come in her pussy, and there was no mistaking the flavor and the texture of that thick juice. It was definitely jism.
Yvonne, he realized, had been unfaithful to him.
But then his frown faded away.
Homer was a free-thinking fellow. The knowledge that his wife had fucked another man did not make him angry or jealous.
It only made him horny!
Homer didn't care if Yvonne fucked someone else.
Only-he would have liked to have watched.
Homer was so aroused now that he had to get his cock buried and couldn't spend any more time munching on that cum-filled pussy. He gave her cunt a last slurp and moved up, mounting her. Yvonne arched and threw her arms around his shoulders while he fitted the head of his prick into her fuck-hole and began to feed the cockmeat into her cunt. She clamped her thighs around his haunches and locked her heels behind his ass. He cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her crotch higher. Then, bracing on his knees, he began to fuck in and out savagely.
Daphne saw his big, hairy balls swing in and out like the dewlap of a moose, slapping into Yvonne's crotch, banging on her ass as if it were a meaty gong. She saw his thick prick vanish, then reappear, dripping with creamy fuck juices.
The sight made her drool.
She began finger-fucking herself furiously.
Yvonne was saying: "Fuck-fuck-fuck! Oh, pour it to me, darling-fill my cunt!"
She was longing for his cum now, after the less than satisfying affair with the rubber, cumless dildo. Her hips rolled from side to side and her pussy jammed down to meet his fuck-thrusts, taking every inch of his fat cock up her fuck-hole. A fine mist of pussy juice, pumped out by the tight-fitting plunger of his prick, hung over her groin. His cock hissed in on the slippery lubricant of her cunt, adding juices from its cleft as the crest neared and he began to ooze pre-cum. His hands gripped her ass tightly, heaving her up and down. She clawed at his back, her fingernails leaving red tracks across his shoulders as they coupled in a frenzy, building toward the heights of sensation.
Daphne was trying to hold her climax back, wanting to cream at the same time that they did-wishing that they were total strangers, so she could have dared to rush in and join them, tongue first.
Homer howled.
His jism sped into Yvonne's pussy in a solid lump.
The oversexed blonde wailed when she felt the hot lava jet into her cunt. like a catalyst, it brought a reaction to her body and her pussy began to melt around his cum-spurting cock-meat. He fucked in wildly, unloading his cock and balls in half a dozen separate spurts. Each time he squirted a dose of jism up her, Yvonne's pussy creamed again.
Sobbing, Daphne frigged herself to her own solitary climax.
They were still on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, both smiling with satisfaction.
Despite that satisfaction, however, Yvonne was once again thinking about the fun she was going to have the next day, when Andy would bring another man over so that she could get fucked in the mouth and in the cunt at the same time.
Daphne, too, was looking forward to watching that, knowing that the voyeuristic thrill of such a sight would be far greater than that of watching a single couple fuck.
And Homer-well, Homer was wondering who had filled his wife's pussy with cumand what he ought to do about it.
He knew what he wanted to do about it, however.
Homer wanted to watch someone fuck his wife.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Andy Hodgkins was doing some watching of his own.
He had been so excited by the idea of finding a suitable fellow to join in the threesome with Yvonne that he went directly to the matinee performance at the sex club after leaving Yvonne's.
The sex show was located in a large converted barn on the outskirts of town, and had become quite notorious in the short time that it had been open. The stage was in the center of a big room and the audience stood around a balcony surrounding the stage. The balcony was a rough wooden construction, fitted with a solid handrail to keep the audience from falling over the edge when they got too excited or passed out from overly strenuous jacking off. There was also a trough running along the foot of the balcony, to trap spilled cum and keep the stuff from dripping onto the performance below.
Andy arrived just as the show was getting started.
There was only one woman on the stage at the moment, doing a solo striptease as a sort of prelude to the more serious action, a voyeur's foreplay, as it were. She was a buxom redhead with wide hips and a classic hourglass figure, which she was revealing slowly, garment by garment, as she strutted and pranced about the platform. Her fat tits jiggled and her wide ass gyrated sensually.
Andy found a vacant slot at the rail and stood there, looking down at the undressing redhead for a few moments.
Having emptied his balls into Yvonne repeatedly that afternoon, he was not particularly aroused by the woman, although he had to admire her lush, curvaceous body.
He glanced left and right. Men were lined up at the rail like crows on a fence, avidly gazing at the sensual redhead. Some of them had large lumps in the front of their pants and some of them had already produced their pricks and begun to jack off. Andy figured that this would be a good time to inspect the gentlemen for alikely candidate, before their pricks had been reduced and diminished by ejaculations.
He began moving down the line, pausing to look at each bared cock, in turn.
"Hey! How come you're lookin' at pricks?" a surly fellow demanded, thrusting a masculine jaw out aggressively.
Andy blushed and stammered an apology and moved on.
A thin gentleman looked at Andy suspiciously.
"Why ain't you jacking off, like the rest of us?" he wanted to know. "What are you, some kind of pervert?" Andy was not relishing this task. But he doggedly persevered. He spotted half a dozen stout cocks, but they were attached to ugly-looking fellows, men he knew would not please Yvonne. He took note of a few handsome men, but found them possessed of smallish pricks. Some of the gentlemen were starting to get their rocks off by this time. A series of grunts ran down the line and spunk began to flow in the trough. Heavy panting echoed around the rafters.
Then Andy spotted the man he sought.
The fellow was tall and good looking and he had a splendid prick, as large as Andy's-but no larger. It was contoured differently from Andy's fine cock, however, being widest at the root and tapering all the way up to a pointed cock-knob, and seemed to have been designed to wedge into tight places-virgins, say, or ass-holes. Andy reckoned that Yvonne would be well pleased by such a prick, and that she would enjoy the variety between the two differently shaped cocks, one like a bludgeon, the other a sword. The man had wavy blonde hair, a square jaw and broad shoulders. His lips were drawn back from his teeth in a lewd grimace and he was industriously beating his meat.
Andy took up a position beside this fellow.
He glanced covertly at the man's groin and noted that his balls were large and obviously full of spunk.
In order to cover himself, Andy opened his fly and hauled his own cock out and began to jack off.
Realizing that another member of the audience had taken the vacant place beside him, the man turned and nodded in a civil manner without missing a stroke on his prick.
"Tasty broad, hey?" he said.
"Yes, indeed," Andy said, relieved that this stranger was not suspicious or antagonistic.
Side by side, they whacked away as they observed the stripper, who was down to bra and panties by this time.
Andy's cock was starting to react to his jacking off, swelling and hardening, despite having been well spent in Yvonne, and he saw that the blonde man's prick looked about ready to ejaculate.
Andy said: "Have you been here before?"
"Naw, this is the first time," the fellow replied.
"I ought to warn you-the show gets a lot better than this-and you might want to save your cum for the more interesting act."
"Oh, I can come four or five times-no sweat," the blonde guy replied, winking at . Andy and jacking merrily away.
Andy was pleased to hear that, and he knew that Yvonne, too, would relish the idea of such a potent performer.
The redhead squirmed out of her panties.
The blonde man grunted and his hand stroked down hard and a great gush of cum shot from the head of his tapered prick and lashed sideways in a creamy stream. His ejaculation was powerful. His cum shot out past the gutter and fell down to splatter on the stage, causing the redhead to look up and smile.
Another deluge of jism squirted from his prick.
"Ahhh," he sighed, with evident relief.
"An impressive come, pal," Andy said.
"Thanks," the blonde guy grunted.
"How come a guy like you, with a big prick and a load of cum, doesn't have a girlfriend?" asked Andy. "You shouldn't have to waste your time jacking off."
"Oh, I'm from out of town," the man explained. "I haven't had a chance to meet any girls here, yet."
This, thought Andy, was perfect.
He said: "I might be able to help you out, friend."
"Yeah?" the blonde said.
He obviously hadn't been boasting about his prowess, because he was already starting to jack off again and his cock had not diminished in the least when it shot.
"How would you like a blow-job?" Andy asked.
No sooner were the words out than Andy realized his mistake, and turned bright red.
"Why, you dirty deviate!" the blonde snarled.
If his fist had not been full of prick, he would have struck Andy.
Andy said, "Hell, not from me! Do I look like a cock-sucker?"
The fellow studied Andy, face and prick.
"I guess not," he admitted.
"You see, I have this girlfriend who wants to get fucked by two men at the same time. It would be too embarrassing to invite someone I know-so I came here looking for a stranger with a big cock full of spunk."
"Hey! That's a great idea!" the blonde said.
He unfolded his right hand from his prick and stuck it out. They shook hands.
"I'm Trevor," the blonde said.
"My name's Andy."
"Let's go fuck this broad of yours. Right?"
"Well, we can't until tomorrow-after her husband goes to work," Andy explained.
"Damn! I could sure use a blow-job right now. Oh, well-since we got to wait, we might as well watch the show," said Trevor.
And the show, as it turned out, was well worth watching.
The redhead, as well as being buxom, turned out to be a contortionist. She sat down on the stage and leaned forward from the waist. Down went her head, lower and lower, her pursed lips and rippling tongue drawing ever nearer to her juicy pussy. A hush came over the audience. They were all wanting her to reach her cunt. She was almost there. She paused, only an inch separating the tip of her moist tongue from her throbbing clit. She smiled lasciviously. The audience groaned, thinking that she had fallen short by one frustrating inch.
"C'mon! You can do it!" Trevor encouraged her.
Her hands came up and she spread her cunt lips open with her fingertips. A drop of saliva fell right into her open cunt gash, dropping from the tip of her tongue.
Then she went down that final inch.
Her pink tongue stirred right up her soaking cunt slot, stabbing in, slurping along the crack. The audience gave a communal groan of lust as they watched this remarkable feat. Then a cheer went up and somewhere down the line a man removed his fist from his prick long enough to clap for the contortionistic performance.
The redhead seemed to be enjoying her pussy.
Her lush body rippled sinuously as she mouthed her cunt. She raised her head for a moment, her lips glistening with cunt juice, and blew on her pussy, as if to cool it down. Then she ducked down and started to tongue herself again, and to suck on her clit.
The audience could distinctly hear the moist sounds of her self-adoration, the fluid slurps of her tongue and the suction sounds of her lips and the squishing of her overheated cunt as it bubbled and creamed.
Cocks began to go off, one at a time, down the line, like a barrage of ragged artillery fire.
The tin gutter ran with jism.
Trevor pumped another abundant dose of cum out and then Andy, who hadn't even been horny when he came in, managed to milk a lump of thick jism out of his own prick. Their cocks stayed hard. Their eyes glowed like burning embers as they regarded the solo performance.
The redhead shuddered and her cunt flowed under her tongue.
There had been no need for her to fake an orgasm for the audience, and her pleasure was evident and visible as the juices of lust poured out and she lapped them up from her own crotch.
Two men came onto the stage, both naked. They both had huge pricks and those pricks were hard as stone, jutting proudly out before them as they advanced on the self-sucking redhead.
She raised her head and smiled welcomingly.
They knelt on either side of her and began to run their hands over her ripe body, mauling her tits, stroking her ass, fondling her cunt. She cupped her tits in her hands, lifting them, offering them. The men began to suck her tits, pulling on the taut tips, while she folded her hands around each of their big cocks and began to stroke them.
The three naked performers twisted around, linking and coupling, the movements so involved and intricate that it was hard for the audience to tell which cock was connected to which man. The redhead sucked on a fat prick, licked her lips and sucked on the other. They twisted around some more. Then the scene took on a definite form.
One man lay on his back, his cock thrusting up in a meaty tower from his loins.
The redhead mounted him, squatting on his cock and dipping down until his fucker was buried balls deep.
She held the full penetration, squirming her cunt on the big cock while the second man knelt behind her and fitted his cockhead into the tight brown bud of her ass-hole. He began to work his cockmeat up her ass.
It was obviously not the first time that the redhead's bowels had been asked to receive such a visitor and there was only slight resistance. Inch by inch, he fed the prick into her ass, until his cock was buried to the hilt in her ass-hole.
She sighed with the joy of having both of her hot fuck-holes stuffed full of cock. Then she began to ride the man beneath her, pulling her pussy up until only his cockhead remained in her, then fucking all the way down. He held himself rigid, his back arched, letting her fuck herself on his prick.
The second man began to fuck her ass-hole.
His cock slid in and out, filling her ass guts as she filled her cunt with the other cock. He reached around to grip her by the tits.r The man below held her by the haunches. They began to drag her around between them like dogs fighting over a bone. As they plowed into her, their cocks rubbed together through the slender partition between her fuck-holes, and their balls slapped together in her foaming crotch.
The woman was coming again.
She tossed her head about, her red hair cascading wildly. She moaned and cried out as her cunt creamed. Then the men were coming, too, and at the same time. A load of hot cum erupted up her cunt and another load of jism squirted into her ass. The three fuckers were all panting and trembling as the thrill tossed them on a storm of lust, as they fucked their orgasms off to the dregs.
Above, the gutter was so full of spunk that it was overflowing. Thick drops of jism fell onto the stage, onto the performers.
At last the show was ended.
The redhead and her two male companions uncoupled. Cum poured out of her ass-hole and ran down to mingle with the cum and cunt juice that was gushing from her vacated cunt.
They stood up and took a bow.
The audience cheered and clapped and pleaded for an encore.
But the show was over.
Andy and Trevor left together. They stopped at a nearby tavern and had a drink and planned to meet the next day for a threesome with Yvonne. They were both more keen on the prospect than ever, now that they had seen another threesome fucking.
Watching had truly turned them on.
They didn't realize that plans were already made that meant they, too, were going to be under observation as they fucked with Yvonne.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Daphne and her father left the house at the same time the next morning. Daphne had her school books and Homer had his briefcasebut the girl was not going to school and Homer was not going to the office. Both had plans.
Yvonne waved good-bye from the door, closed it and then leaned against it and smiled with expectation. Oh, how she hoped that Andy had found another man to join them today!
It had been years since she had fucked with two men at the same time and she was yearning for the thrill of it. Her nipples were so stiff they felt as if they might detonate and her cunt was a raging caldron. But she fought against the urge to finger-fuck herself or to use her dildo. She wanted to stay hot and horny until Andy-and whoever he had found for them-arrived for fun and games.
She went up to take a bath.
Her cunt was like an immersion heater in the water, almost raising the water temperature to the boiling point.
But still she refused to masturbate, and she waited with trembling anticipation...
Homer drove off towards the office, but then he parked the car in the next block and walked back, holding his briefcase in front of him to conceal the fact that he had a hard-on. Homer was determined to discover who his wife was having an affair with.
He didn't care that she was fucking someone else-far from it. It made him randy as could be. But he wanted to know who the man was, mainly because he figured it would make him even hornier when he could imagine the affair while knowing who the guy was, rather than simply thinking of some faceless lover.
And, if possible, he wanted to catch them fucking.
Not to interrupt them-but to watch them.
He came back to the house on foot and turned off into the wooded area behind, approaching the house from the rear and quietly letting himself in through the back door.
He could hear Yvonne splashing in the bathtub.
He went into the hall and got into the big hall closet. That seemed the best vantage point for his spying. From the closet door he could watch both the front door and the living room and the staircase. He would see anyone who came in and, if they went up to the bedroom, he would be able to stealthily follow them up. If they fucked on the couch, he could watch from where he was. Furthermore, the telephone was in the hallway, by the closet, so he would be able to hear if Yvonne telephoned her lover. Overhearing would not be as thrilling as watching, but it would be better than nothing.
He made himself as comfortable as he could. He knew he was going to have a boring wait but he hoped it would be worth it.
It certainly was.
* * *
Daphne stopped at Brenda's house, as if calling for her to walk to school. Brenda's parents were just on their way out and Brenda was pretending to gather her school books. Tommy had already left, earlier than usual, because he was meeting Marylou. They, too, had plans.
As soon as her mother and father had driven off, Brenda gave Daphne a kiss. They were both giggling with nervous excitement. They went into the living room and moved to the window. From there, they could keep an eye on Daphne's house and would know when Andy arrived.
Daphne stood at the window, looking out.
Brenda knelt down behind her and lifted her skirt.
Daphne had not worn any panties. She stood with her legs apart and her ass thrusting back.
Brenda began to kiss the smooth mounds of her ass, causing Daphne to squirm and moan. A ribbon of cunt juice trickled down her leg. The sight drove Brenda wild. The dark-haired nymphette began to run her hot tongue up the crack of Daphne's ass, then stabbed it right into her ass-hole, rimming her with pleasure. After a while she moved lower and slipped her face in between Daphne's thighs from the back and began to eat her cunt.
Daphne leaned on the windowsill, supporting herself as her legs turned to water. She churned her ass and ground her hips and mopped Brenda's face with her pussy.
Shuddering, she creamed.
Whimpering, Brenda sucked her off to the finish.
Then they changed places.
They would have liked to sixty-nine, but one of them had to keep the vigil at the window, for they did not want to get so involved together that they missed the action at Daphne's house. Alternating between observing and cunt-sucking, the horny young voyeurs waited.
* * *
Tommy stopped at Marylou's house, just as if he intended to carry her books to school. He blushed when he met her mother, but she did not become suspicious. She simply figured that he was a shy young man-the sort she approved of. The young couple walked off towards school. But as soon as they were away from the house, Tommy paused. "Is your mom going out today?" he asked. "No," she said, "I'm sorry to say."
"Damn! Well, we can go back to my place after school."
"I don't want to wait until then," said Marylou, giving him a meaningful look. "Let's skip school today. I want to blow you.
Tommy's prick came up like a derrick.
He looked wildly around, as if actually seeking a place for that blow-job. He looked at his watch. Had his parents and his sister gone out yet? It was still a bit too early and he didn't want to take a chance on getting caught sneaking Marylou into the house.
Then he remembered the wooded area by the stream, where he sometimes went to beat his meat. They could walk down there and then sneak up to his house from the back, after they were sure the house was empty.
Cutting across lawns, moving hurriedly and furtively, the two young lovers walked back to the stream and followed along the bank until they were behind Tommy's house.
They were also behind Daphne's house.
"Have they left yet?" Marylou asked, showing her impatience.
Tommy was peering out from behind a tree.
"I'm not sure," he said. "We better wajt another ten minutes or so, just to make sure."
"I don't want to wait!" she said. "I'm hungry for your prick!" .
Snuggling up against his back, she reached around and began to massage his cock through his pants. It felt as hard as the tree they were hiding behind-and damned near as big. His cock pounded and hammered against her caressing hand. Tommy began to groan. She opened his fly and undid his belt, drawing his cock out.
Tommy turned around, leaning back against the tree.
His cock towered up, the cock-knob glossy with pre-cum.
Marylou licked her lips.
"I always did enjoy a picnic," she said, as the idea of dining al fresco came to her.
The girl sank down onto her knees before him.
"Suck it!" Tommy rasped. But cock-hungry Marylou needed no such urging.
Holding him by the hips, she began to run her hot tongue up his cock, slurping from bloated balls to swollen crown. Then she fluttered up, her tongue crisscrossing as it traced a path along the pulsating ventral vein. She licked his prick at the electric spot where the cockhead flared out from the stalk and the fat vein merged into the delta at the underside of his prick-knob. Cum bubbled from the tip of his cock and ran down onto her tongue. She lapped it up hungrily. Saliva poured down onto his balls. Another fat drop of pre-cum oozed out and was lapped up.
His cock was so stiff that it was humming like a tuning fork. Had his prick been fitted with a bowstring, he could have used it to shoot an arrow.
"Ummm-ummm-ummm," she purred as she tongued that delectable slab of cockmeat and slurped up his flowing jism.
Then she slipped the cock-knob into her lips and began to suck avidly on the hot slab.
His fucker ballooned in her mouth, the cockhead becoming so huge that it was pressing into both of her cheeks at the same time, giving her the look of a squirrel with its cheeks full of nuts. Tommy began to hump, fucking his cock into her mouth. She gurgled with the joy of it, adoring that hot mouthful and sucking steadily, yearning for his cum.
Tommy wailed.
His jism burst forth in her throat with such force that he almost blew her head off the end of his prick.
Marylou gulped the savory cum down greedily and jammed her head back down the length of his prick in time to take his second mighty spurt of cum in her throat. Cum was whitewashing her tonsils, pouring down her gullet in a succulent deluge. She swallowed cum and sucked, sucked and swallowed cum. She had turned cross-eyed as she gazed at the meaty mouthful, watching his cockshaft fuck in and out of her face.
At last she had milked him dry.
She drew her lips away, giving his cockhead a parting kiss.
Cum had run down onto her chin.
She licked it up with a flicking tongue.
"Yummy," she purred.
Then she gazed up at his face, raising her eyebrows.
"Can we go to the house now?" she asked, eager to get the return half of the oral favor.
"I guess it's safe now," he said.
Marylou got up from her knees and Tommy tucked his prick, which was still hard as a bone, back into his fly, levering the unbending prickrod in with some difficulty.
They started towards the house.
Suddenly Tommy stopped.
"Wait a minute," he said.
Two men were crossing through the wooded area behind the houses. Tommy recognized one of them as Andy Hodgkins, who lived down the street. He had no idea why Andy was there, but didn't want any of the neighbors to see him bringing a girl home. Then he noticed that the two men were looking rather furtive-and at the same time they were grinning and talking in an animated fashion. They had the look of happy conspirators. They turned in to the back entrance of the Draycott house and Andy knocked on the door.
Yvonne Draycott opened it, smiling, and let the two men in.
Why, Andy Hodgkins must be fucking Mrs. Draycott, thought Tommy, aroused by the idea of adultery.
Funny he brought another guy with him, though.
Tommy started to walk forwards again and again he stopped dead.
Because his sister Brenda and her friend Daphne had just come out of Tommy's house.
They looked excited, giggling and laughing.
Those naughty girls must have been doing some more cunt-sucking together, Tommy figured, with a new rush of lust. He looked at his watch. They were already late for school, he saw, figuring that they had probably lost track of time as they wallowed happily between each other's legs-or maybe got glued together by spit and cunt juice.
Tommy was partly right, of course.
But he had no idea that they had been sucking each other in turn, and keeping watch at the same time, and that they had just seen Andy and Trevor go into Yvonne's house.
Marylou, impatient to get her cunt sucked, was shifting her weight from one foot to the other and squirming around as they once again waited for the coast to be clear. But Daphne and Brenda did not head for school. Instead, they headed for Daphne's house.
Tommy watched them tiptoe up to the front door.
This was all very strange, he thought. What on earth was going on in the Draycott house? He sure wanted to find out. He glanced at Marylou, knowing that she was really impatient to get sucked but, with his cock recently milked, the lusty lad was more interested in finding out what was happening than in further oral sex, at the moment. He didn't think that Marylou would mind waiting a few minutes longer, either, since she had enjoyed yesterday's voyeurism every bit as much as he had. And, in fact, Marylou was also looking towards the Draycott house with interest.
"Shall we take a look through the window?" he asked.
Marylou nodded, willing to let her cunt wait a while, if it meant another opportunity to spy on a fucking scene.
The horny young lovers dashed across the lawns and moved up to the living room window of Yvonne's house. One on either side of the window, they both cautiously peered into the room...
Homer, lurking in the hall closet, was, pleased when he heard the knock on the door and knew that he wouldn't have long to wait. He peered out through the crack in the partially open door and saw his wife go down the hall, an expectant smile on her face.
She opened the door and Andy Hodgkins came in, pausing to pat her on the ass.
Then another man, a stranger, entered.
"Honey, this is Trevor," Andy said.
Yvonne and the blonde fellow shook hands, just as if they had been meeting socially and formally.
But then Andy added: "Trevor has a huge prick, baby!"
"Ooooh! I can't wait!" Yvonne cried happily.
And the promiscuous and adulterous housewife reached out and cupped the stranger's cock and balls.
Homer almost fainted.
Not only was his wife having an affair with one of the neighbors, but she was also about to fuck a total stranger. Maybe both at the same time! At that thought, a wave of lust so great that it dazed him rushed through Homer. He staggered. His wife couldn't wait-and Homer couldn't wait to watch!
He opened his pants and pulled his prick out, preparing to jack off in the closet as he observed the stimulating scene.
Yvonne, walking between the two men, brought them back down the hall and into the living room.
They were going to fuck right there!
Homer was glad that he would not have to sneak upstairs. He was sure that he might stumble over his prick if he had to move!
Yvonne did not believe in wasting time when she was presented with two pricks. She kissed Andy lovingly, then she turned and kissed Trevor, more sedately, since they had just met. And then, without further ado, she began to take her clothing off.
The two men began to undress, as well, eager grins on their faces and stiff cocks emerging from their pants.
They were standing in the middle of the room, in front of the window. Homer was staring at the group, fascinated. And then what should he see but two eager young faces at the windowsill, peering into the room!
Good Lord! Homer suddenly realized that he was not the only one about to play the voyeur to his wife's misbehavior.
And that wasn't all-not by a long shot!
He heard the front door open quietly. He held his breath, confused and puzzled and not able to reason very well because so much blood had engorged his cock that his brain was starved for oxygen.
Then he gasped in amazement.
Down the hall came his daughter Daphne and her friend Brenda!
Homer couldn't believe it-but he sure as hell watched it.
The two randy teenagers were grinning with excitement as they sneaked up to the living room door and stealthily peered in. They exchanged a satisfied glance and then looked in again.
To Homer's amazement, they began to finger-fuck each other as they spied on the threesome!
Homer didn't know which scene to watch.
There sure are a lot of watchers, he thought.
The faces at the window peered in attentively. Brenda and Daphne stared with delight as they played with each other's pussy. Homer began to stroke his prick. Yvonne, Andy and
Trevor were so interested in each other that they failed to notice the audience.
The scene was set.
The spectators were assembled.
The performance began in earnest!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Naked, Yvonne knelt down in front of Trevor.
She gazed at his cock for a moment, admiring the size of his fucker and the tapered contours, delighted with the gentleman that Andy had procured for her. Then she folded her fist around the root of his prick and drew his cockhead towards her pursed lips.
"Watch me, Andy," she whispered.
She had no idea that Andy was not the only interested observer.
"Watch me suck his prick," she said, her voice husky, her hot breath billowing over his cockhead.
Andy knelt down beside her to get a close-up view of the interesting sight.
Yvonne looked sideways at him, loving the way his face was twisted by his passion, wanting her lover to watch her depravity. Then her tongue pushed out and tapped lightly against the head of Trevor's cock. Trevor moaned with the sensation and Andy groaned with the thrill of the sight. Yvonne laved Trevor's tapering cock-knob thoroughly, then took it into her mouth and began to suck lovingly on the hot slab of purple prickmeat. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips dragged on the prick-shaft. She made little purring sounds.
After a few moments of hungry cock-sucking, she drew her lips away and commanded Trevor to lie down on the floor. He did so, his cock towering above him, throbbing and pulsating, moist from her saliva. Yvonne knelt over him and lowered her head, taking his prick into her mouth again and nursing juicily on it.
"Ummm-ahhh," she moaned. Trevor thrashed about in ecstasy as he experienced the artistry of her talented tongue and the skill of her sweet lips.
Yvonne cast a sideways glance at Andy. Andy got the idea.
He knelt behind her and fitted the head of his cock into her soaking cunt, then pushed the whole long cock-rod up her fuck-hole, burying his prick to the balls. Gripping her by the hips, he leaned over her shoulder so that he could watch her suck Trevor's cock while he fucked her, dog-style, slowly and steadily. His cock vanished up her juicy cunt slot, then drew back out, soaking and dripping. Each time he stuffed her pussy full, Yvonne took a deep suck on her mouthful of cock. Her head was bobbing up and down as she fed herself on prick, working in rhythm with Andy, taking Trevor's tasty cock deep into her gullet at the same time that Andy fucked up her cunt, then sucking back up the stalk to the knob as Andy slowly pulled his prick out of her seething pussy.
Yvonne was in seventh heaven.
This was what she loved most of all-to have a cock fucking both ends at the same time-and she was cherishing it. Her mouth was working like a tight cunt and her cunt was sucking like a hot mouth.
"Come," she whimpered. "Come in my mouth-come in my cunt."
Trevor humped up from the floor and
Andy's ass heaved as he corkscrewed his prick into her pussy from behind. Her cunt was melting and she was salivating, soaking Trevor's cock. Andy's balls ballooned. He stared intently over her shoulder, watching her lips slide up and down on the other man's cockmeat, as thrilled by that erotic sight as he was by the suction of her clinging cunt on his own cock. He had seen Trevor jerk off and knew how much spunk the man's big balls contained-and he was eager to see such a hot, thick cum-load shooting into Yvonne's greedy mouth.
Suddenly Trevor gasped and Yvonne gulped.
His fat prick spurted jism into her mouth, foaming and hosing her mouth with a thick stream of cum. She swallowed as much cum as she could in one gulp. Her mouth was full and some of the stuff overflowed her lips. He poured another dose of jizz into her greedy maw. As her lips pulled upwards, sucking every precious inch, Andy saw a blend of jism and saliva run down Trevor's cock. Then her lips pushed down again and she took yet a third heavy geyser of cum from his throbbing, flaring cockhead.
Seeing his mistress drinking another man's cum thrilled Andy so much that his balls exploded and his spunk rushed up his cock and squirted deeply into her cunt.
Full of cum at both ends, Yvonne reached a swirling peak, her cunt dissolving.
They continued to grind together to make sure that all three of their shared orgasms had been worked out to the end and that every drop of fuck juice had been spilled.
Then they slowed and stopped moving.
Both cocks stayed hard. Yvonne took a tentative suck on the cock in her mouth and was overjoyed to find it still hard. She worked her cunt muscles and was overjoyed to discover that Andy's big prick was as firm as ever.
Yvonne knew just what to do with stiff pricks.
She dragged her lips away from Trevor's tasty cock and began to move forwards, crawling, with Andy's cock still stuck up her cunt. Andy clung to her, advancing without removing his cock from her pussy. Yvonne threw one knee across, straddling Trevor, and settled down onto his prick. The tapered cocktip slipped into her cunt alongside Andy's prick. She squirmed, working more of the second cock in, until both cocks were buried up her pussy at the same time, side by side.
Yvonne had never had two cocks fucked up her cunt together before. She adored it.
She began to ride up and down so that the two cocks fucked in and out of her pussy. Then the two men started fucking in counterpoint, so that Trevor's cock went in as Andy's cock pulled out and vice versa. Their cocks rushed past each other like trains passing in a dark tunnel. Their balls rubbed on each other as their pricks vied for the welcome depths of her well-stuffed pussy.
They began to tremble and vibrate.
Yvonne was creaming again, her cunt soaking as it melted around their pricks. Then both men blew their wads at once. She wailed with the joy of it as she felt two distinct geysers of jism spurt into her pussy. A river of cum and cunt juice gushed out of her cunt as the two big cocks continued to fuck in and out, as the men strove to drain their balls into that greedy and cum-starved pussy.
Exhausted, for the moment, they sank down in a linked cluster of tangled arms and legs, cocks and cunt, onto the floor.
The three fuckers had set other energetic events into action...
Outside the window, Tommy and Marylou looked at each other, both of them stunned by what they had witnessed. Then they dived into each other's arms and sank to the ground and, on the lawn, not even caring if they were seen, caring only for the act itself, they began to sixty-nine with gusto.
In the hallway, Daphne and Brenda moved back from the doorway and stretched out on their flanks, in opposite directions, and began to eat each other out.
In the closet, Homer was pumping his prick.
The thought of his wife's infidelity had been exciting-but the reality was far more exciting. He had just watched her with two men at once, sucking and fucking in the most depraved fashion, and it had driven him mad with urgent desire and unadulterated fuck-lust.
Then his gaze fell upon his daughter.
He saw Daphne gaily tonguing Brenda's cunt and grinding her own pussy in Brenda's face, and the sex-crazed man lost all restraint.
Homer rushed out of the closet.
Standing over his daughter and her friend, he thrust his prick out and pumped it furiously.
Daphne, startled, turned her face from Brenda's cunt and looked up, just as a stream of thick jism spurted from her father's cock and splashed right into Brenda's crotch. Daphne gasped. Brenda's whole juicy crotch was awash with milky jism now-and it looked too delicious to resist, even if it was her daddy's jism. She turned her face down and clamped her lips over Brenda's pussy again and began to suck up great mouthfuls of cum and cunt juice.
Cum was every bit as delicious as she had imagined.
Her father's cock looked tasty, too.
After all, this was no time for inhibitions.
Daphne took a last gulp of fuck juice out of Brenda's cunt and rose to her knees, slipping her lips around the head of her father's prick and starting to suck on it with pure joy.
Brenda looked up, puzzled at finding her pussy abandoned, and when she saw what Daphne was doing, she gave a little cry of passion. If there were cocks to be sucked, Brenda was determined to get her share of them!
She knelt beside Daphne.
Daphne was not greedy. She passed Homer's prick across and Brenda took a long, loving suck on his cock. Then she passed it back. The two horny teenagers began to share Homer's prick, each taking a slurp and then yielding it to the other.
He stood there, stunned by the fact that his daughter was sucking his cock-but too aroused to resist the temptations of oral incest.
Then both girls mouthed his cockhead at the same time, kissing each other with that slab of cockmeat between their parted lips-and Homer blew his cum-load into both of their mouths at once.
The randy nymphettes drank his cum down and kissed again, with his jism running back and forth between their mouths.
That was when Yvonne stepped into the hallway.
The girls had been far too noisy in their cock-sucking and Yvonne had overheard the juicy sounds. If there was one thing that Yvonne recognized, it was the sound of cock-sucking.
She went to investigate.
She looked shocked for a second.
Then she grinned.
Homer gave her a wink.
If a threesome was so wonderful-just imagine what a six-way fuck would be like!
"Why don't you join us?" asked Yvonne.
Homer and Daphne and Brenda eagerly followed Yvonne back into the living room, where Trevor and Andy waited with hard pricks. They all tumbled together in the middle of the floor, commencing a wild cluster-fuck-except for Homer, who had gone to the window.
Homer looked out and grinned.
Tommy and Marylou were sixty-nining up a storm outside on his lawn.
Homer opened the window.
"You kids may as well come in," Homer suggested.
How could the young lovers resist an offer like that? In they came, and when Yvonne saw that yet another couple had been added to the cluster-fuck, she clapped her hands and squealed with joy.
An eight-way orgy proved to be just lovely.
But in a way, it was frustrating, for they were all voyeurs, and with so much hot fucking going on, none of them knew what to watch...
