Howard was staring over his wife's shoulder, one hand resting upon her lower back as he leaned. "You seem pretty interested in staring at a black cock."
"Yes, I never saw one before, and I guess I always wondered-look how beautiful it is-going up into her, between those white thighs. Black into white, black on white."
"It turns you on, doesn't it? You haven't been this excited in months."
Michelle said slowly, hesitantly, "I-I guess it's something-oh, Howard, would you think I was crazy or something, if I said I am very excited, just seeing that big, black meat close up? I don't know what's wrong with me, but-"
CHAPTER ONE
She came out of the shower just in time to see her father leaving her bedroom, carrying something. Her heart in her mouth, Sabrina scooted over to the bed, not wanting to believe the book was gone. But it was, and even though she looked under the pillow and under the bed and everywhere she just might have left it, the damned thing was gone.
Wrapped only in a fluffy bath towel, she sank to the bed with her knees trembling. That damned book; she should have hidden it, burned it, done anything but leave it out in plain sight where her dad could see it. But she hadn't expected him to come sneaking into her room like that, invading her privacy, snooping around.
Sabrina tried to get madder, but she was just too scared. Maybe he wouldn't even have noticed it, except for the pictures, all those explicit photos in full and flaming color. She could feel her face flush; what would her father think of her now? What would he do? Ground her, for one thing, but not being able to go out, except to school, wouldn't be so bad, not nearly as bad as what he must be thinking about her.
Shivering, she drew the bath towel closer about her freshly scrubbed young body and tried to think of a way out, but there just wasn't any. All she could hope was that he would keep his discovery between them, that he wouldn't show the damning evidence to her mom. Oh, wow; she should have let Charlie keep the book; it belonged to him, anyway. But she couldn't even admit that, because her dad was kind of down on Charlie, anyhow.
Maybe she could claim she'd borrowed it from a girl friend, and cry a little, and say she was sorry. Maybe she could keep him from showing it to her mother, and promise all kinds of penance, if he just didn't say anything about finding it. Sabrina didn't even wait to get dressed. She snugged the towel so it wouldn't fall down and show she had nothing on underneath, and after taking a deep breath, went out into the hallway.
When she reached the door of her parents' bedroom, Sabrina knew she was already too late. She could hear the shock in her mother's voice, and the rumbling of her dad. The door was open just a crack, and she put her eye to it, to see what was going on.
Her mother was lying down across the bed, with her dad sitting beside her. Both of them wore bathrobes, and her mom's slinky one was inadvertently thrown back to reveal the lush and shapely roundness of her lower thighs, the well-tapered calves and all that pale, flawless skin.
"Sabrina had this-this awful book?" Michelle Martinson was saying. "That's difficult to believe, Howard. I mean, she's always been such a quiet and obedient child, a good girl in every way."
"I went in to tell her something," he answered. "She was in the shower, and this thing was lying on her bed in plain sight."
"Mmm," Michelle said. "I've heard about this kind of sex book, but I never saw one before. Have you?"
"Not since I was a kid," Howard said, "and those were only cartoon books, nothing like this."
Listening closely, Sabrina heard a different note creep into her mother's voice. "Howard-I never knew they did this. And did you notice, there's a black girl with a white man. I wonder-let's see, now, maybe there's a black man-yes; oh, yes."
Howard was staring over his wife's shoulder, one hand resting upon her lower back as he leaned. "You seem pretty interested in staring at a black cock."
The sultry, tremulous tone was more noticeable when Michelle answered: "Yes; I never saw one before, and I guess I've always wondered-look how beautiful it is, going up into her, between those white thighs. Black into white, black on white."
Sabrina saw her father's hand move down over the mature rounding of her mother's ass. "It turns you on, doesn't it? You haven't been this excited in months."
Michelle said slowly, hesitantly, "I-I guess it's something-oh, Howard; would you think I was crazy or something, if I said I am very excited, just seeing that big, black meat close up? I don't know what's wrong with me, but-"
"Whatever it is, I'm all for it," Howard breathed heavily, stroking the plump curves of his wife's buttocks now, and sliding one hand down an exposed thigh as she wriggled beneath his touch. "I mean, maybe there's a lot of things we've hidden from each other over the years, things we should have talked about."
Sabrina kneeled on the hallway carpet, trembling not from fear, but from being aroused. She'd never seen her parents even kiss often, and watching her dad feel up her mom was thrilling in itself.
Her mother kept looking at the opened book, leafing slowly through the series of pictures that Sabrina well remembered; they were color shots of a black man sticking it into a blonde, from a lot of different positions, and near the end, they showed them going down On each other and giving head. The close up detail was what she and Charlie had been interested in most, because it illustrated exactly how to go about fucking, and that was what neither of them really knew. It was why Charlie had gotten hold of the book in the first place.
"Smooth and warm," her father was murmuring. "It's been far too long for us, darling."
Sabrina watched him feel between her mom's thighs from behind, saw her mother open her legs wider for the caress of his palm, and caught a glimpse of the rich red hair that cloaked the ripe pussy itself. Her mom was a truly beautiful woman, she thought, and felt heat rising in her own tense body.
Then Michelle rolled over and allowed her husband to strip the dressing gown from her shoulders; a pair of pale white breasts leaped into view, their deep pink nipples stretched tight and pointy. They were big tits, melon shaped and luxurious, their filled skin translucent over the pale blue network of veins buried in them.
"Just keep on looking at the book," Howard said deep in his throat, and when his robe flipped away, Sabrina got her first good view of her father s erect cock.
It was a good one, she thought-long and thick, its polished head kind of like purple velvet, and she stared at the clear droplet of fluid gathering upon its blunt tip. She wondered if Charlie's cock leaked that way; she'd never felt it, except through his pants. Now her dad was snuggling up to her mom and fondling those heavy tits, thumbing the stiff nipples and slipping his palms back and forth across them.
Michelle's blue eyes were fixed upon the pages of the book, her damp lips parted, and she didn't look away even when her husband began to nuzzle between her breasts, his tongue flicking over and around the luscious mounds. When he clamped his mouth onto a nipple, Sabrina saw her mom's back arch in immediate response, but still her eyes devoured the illustrations that were turning her on so much.
Howard couldn't wait, and Sabrina thought that perhaps they hadn't screwed for quite awhile, since he was so anxious. He was already between her mom's widespread legs, one hand guiding his swollen cock head down into the curly red hairs of her pubic mound. A lovely, big cock, Sabrina thought, even more excited by seeing it than she had been when Charlie rubbed his up against her leg. This was her own daddy's cock, and she wasn't supposed to be seeing it at all, which made the sight even more exciting.
"Hot and juicy," he said huskily, "such a sweet, tender snatch, darling."
"Hurry," Michelle panted. "Hurry and put it up in my pussy, the way the man is doing it to her here.
Stick it all the way, Howard, all the way to your testicles. Oh! That's good; that's very good."
Her father thrust strongly into her mom's welcoming pussy, burying his thick shaft inside her satin-lined cunt, guiding the meat up and in until the shaggy labia was snugged around the base of his cock, until his brown-haired balls came to rest in the cleft of Michelle's rounded ass.
It didn't look all that difficult, Sabrina thought, feeling the nipples of her own tits aching, feeling an insiduous dampness gathering within the sheath of her virginal pussy. It seemed as if her dad's cock had slipped easily into her mom's cunt, and now Michelle was squirming upon it, moaning softly as she rocked her tail to and fro, as she humped her pelvis to his.
"Ooh," Michelle gasped. "That's fantastic-it isn't a hard, black cock, but it's great anyhow. Do you think a black one is harder? Oh, "fuck me, darling, pump it up into me and fuck me for just as long as you possibly can. Look at this one-she's got her mouth around his glans, and there's semen leaking down the staff-ooh! Oh! Bang it to me harder, Howard-stronger. Oh, that beautiful, ebony cock-"
"You're pretending it's his prick in you," Howard hissed, rolling his ass as he worked his club back and forth into her eager snatch. "You really want to ride a black prick the way you're humping on mine, don't you?"
Sabrina's hand crept beneath the towel to finger gently over the pulsing mound of her pussy, entranced at the interlocked bodies, at the way they were screwing and how they were talking to each other. It seemed as if they were being honest, and it was new to them.
"All right," her mother groaned. "Yes-yes, I always wanted to know if there was any difference. But I've been true to you, Howard; I never cheated on you with anybody, white or black. Oh! Oh! you're making me come, darling-it's so quick, so wild-and I'm coming, coming!"
Michelle bucked and writhed upon the hard meat imbedded within her clenching vagina, her legs flailing and her tits bouncing. But even as she crested upon the tidal wave of her orgasm, she was staring at the pictures, the book clutched tightly in both hands, as if she was afraid that somebody might take it from her.
Her dad simply hung on, not feeding his distended meat into his wife's surging cunt, but hanging tight and waiting. When Michelle fell back sobbing in ecstasy, he said down to her, "I wish you had. Damn it, as long as we're being honest, I wish you'd screwed somebody else."
The woman's eyelids fluttered, and for the first time, she glanced away from the book. "Wh-what? You-you wanted me to screw another man? How could you, why would you-"
Now Howard eased his stiff pole in and out of her, rolling his crotch, fucking her slow and gently. Sabrina cupped her own throbbing snatch and allowed a fingertip to slide between the tight lips, so that she could tease her clit. It felt good, kneeling there and using her finger, sort of pretending that her dad's cock was slipping inside her snatch instead of her mother's. Funny, she thought; usually she was thinking about Charlie's thing when she masturbated.
"It's something I never said to you," Howard grunted, pumping his long rod into his wife's momentarily stilled pussy. "And I probably wouldn't admit it now, except you were honest about wanting to try a black cock. But yes-yes-I want to see you get it, watch you wiggle and grind this sweet, hot cunt on another man's hard prick. Call it crazy if you want to, but that's how I feel."
Michelle suddenly lifted her legs to cross them at the ankles around the small of his back. Her plush ass gyrated sensuously, greedily, and now Sabrina could make out wetly sucking noises made by her mom's pussy.
"Darling," Michelle breathed. "Oh darling, and I never even suspected-ahh, that's good; your cock seems harder than it's been in years, and the way you're shoving it into me-ahh!"
Doggedly, Howard continued: "You've got the greatest cunt in the world, Michelle. I'm so proud of it, of your juicy snatch and the way you fuck, I just want to brag about you. And I want you to be happy, to be satisfied. Lately it hasn't been very good for either of us, so I thought maybe-no, dammit! If I tell the truth, I have to admit that I've always wanted to see you fuck somebody else. If you want a black prick, that's okay, too. Oh, baby, baby-I can't hold off any longer; I'm just about to come!"
"Me, too-I'm close, so close! Let it go in me, Howard! Shoot all that nice, hot semen up into my cunt, darling. Oh! Ahh-that's it, lover-I can feel it spurting inside my cunt, feel it all creamy and rich, splashing and sticky and so good!"
Sabrina saw the book fall from her mother's hand as the woman reached down to dig her fingernails savagely into the cheeks of the man's heaving ass. Thev shuddered together, churning and gasping, and Sabrina watched the strange coiling of her father's balls as they discharged their compressed load of semen. She hadn't known balls acted like that, when a guy went off; but then, there was a hell of a lot she didn't know.
Stroking against her vibrant clitoris, she fingered herself more quickly, rocking her slender hips and grinding the way her mom had responded to the thrusting of her dad's prick. She chewed upon her lips as the feeling got better and better, staring at her parents locked in each other's arms, at the stem of his cock gripped so lovingly by the stretched lips of her flame-haired pussy.
She came violently, quivering at the sharp, pervading climax that wracked her frail body. But even as the hot waves subsided within her heated flesh, Sabrina felt, as always, that there had been something out of reach, some special brightness that she had failed to capture. Only real fucking would bring that to her, she thought; until she was actually screwed, until she felt the strength of a man's hard cock inside her unused little snatch, she wouldn't know the magic. And she wasn't going to put off that goal any longer. Now she had something concrete to go on, an idea working steadily inside her head because of what she had just seen and heard.
On the bed, her father pulled his cock from the gripping of her mom's steaming cunt, and Sabrina saw a trickle of milky fluid drip down Michelle's smooth inner thigh.
He rolled aside, lying flat upon his back with his chest rising and falling rapidly, with his shaft still upright and hard, the ballooned head smeared with residual come. Michelle propped her head on her hand and turned to look at her husband.
"You mean that-about me making it with someone else?"
Howard closed his eyes. "Yeah, I guess I did. But I'm not pushing you into it, dear. It-oh, hell, I don't know. Maybe you ought to forget I ever said anything about that."
Michelle moved one full breast until the pink tip was brushing his chest. "I can't, no more than you can wipe out my confession that I've always been interested in something black. So why don't we keep talking about it?"
"If you want," he muttered, and flinched as his wife cupped teasing fingers around his greasy shaft. "Look how hard I'm staying. Usually after I pop off, I go soft right away. Maybe it's because I let out my secret; just talking about it with you-well, it makes me tremble all over. It's a funny thing, but I don't get excited when I think of some other woman getting screwed. Just you."
"That's nice," Michelle said, playing gently with his cock. "I thought you were getting tired of me, and playing around on the side. It doesn't make me angry, you know-your need to observe me taking on some other man. In fact, I like the idea. If the situation was right, I think I could really put on a show for you, darling."
Howard put an arm around his wife. "If he was black, huh!"
"It would help," she admitted. "But the only blacks we know are-"
"Yeah," Howard said, "and I've been worrying about Sabrina getting involved with their kid, that Charlie. You probably have, too."
"Oh, I don't know," Michelle said. "He's a nice boy, and maybe-maybe I've been just a shade envious of her, having the chance to make it with him. I mean, she's old enough to know what she's doing, and I also know that Sabrina has been sneaking my pills for some time now."
Sabrina bit her lips. Here she'd been thinking that she was getting away with that, and her mom had been wise all the time. It was just in case she and Charlie got themselves nerved up enough to go through with it. Now her mother was thinking that she already had.
"Where would she get a book like this?" Howard asked. "I only brought it in to show you, so you could talk to her about it."
"I'm glad you did," Michelle said softly. "Without it, we wouldn't have opened up to each other. Maybe we'll never do anything about our secret desires, Howard; we're pretty set in our ways, and even if we do want to-to do other things with other people, I don't know if we have the courage to go through with it. I mean, Bradford Sylvester is a very attractive black man, and all that, but I'm not sure I could bring myself to seduce him. And even if I did, I wonder if you'd really enjoy seeing it, or if you'd rather hold onto your fantasy."
Howard fondled his wife's magnificent breast. "You're a wise woman, Michelle. I don't know, either. But now that it's out in the open, maybe there's a chance. If neither of us likes it, we can always stop. If we do-"
She continued to caress his cock, sliding her fingers over the flanged knob and up and down the stiff tool. "If we do, then well have to be very careful. About little Sabrina, especially. We wouldn't want our child blundering into some land of orgy."
"I'm not sure I want her making love with that Charlie kid, either. She's so damned young, Michelle."
Sabrina watched her mom shake her head. "Not all that young, dear. I remember how much I wanted to find out about sexual things, when I was her age. And youngsters mature earlier, now."
"Still," Howard muttered. "And also, what the hell am I going to do about this book? She'll be looking for it before long, if she isn't already."
"Put it back," Michelle said, "and pretend we know nothing about it. But I certainly hate to let it go. Could you ask around downtown, and perhaps find us some more like it? Several of them, Howard. I want to see all the things we've never tried, and especially-"
"The black cocks," he said. "I know, dear. I never screwed a black girl, either. In fact, I only had a couple of girls before I married you, and one of them was a whore."
Sabrina stood up carefully and went hurrying back down the hall, so she could get into her bedroom before they decided to sneak back the fuck book.
Grabbing up her jeans, she slid into them and threw on a sweatshirt, then stuffed her feet into tennies. Sabrina glanced around the room, then had a bright idea: she'd give them the chance to hide the book under her dirty clothes. Grinning, she piled her old things in the middle of the bed, so they could slip it beneath the heap, and think she'd never know it was missing.
Whipping along the hallway, she sped downstairs and into the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of milk and got a handful of cookies. Perched on a breakfast stool, Sabrina decided she looked natural, but wondered if she could hide the emotions that were swirling deep within her body.
Her mom had long suppressed the longing to lay a black guy; dad had a thing about peeping, and they had only minutes ago exposed those long withheld cravings to each other. It had been a groovy experience, watching them fuck, seeing them all excited like that. And the actual fucking wasn't all that tricky, Sabrina thought. It was just like the pictures.
Just thinking back on the scene, she could feel her pussy getting warm and damp again, but refused to even ease a hand in between her thighs. Next time she came, it was going to be on the driving, slippery force of a real, live prick. It would have to be Charlie's cock, she decided; not that she would mind having her dad's big, meaty shaft pushed into her tight little box, but she didn't think he was ready for that-yet.
She was, but then she didn't have the hang-ups of her parents. Maybe when they got around to solving their own sexual problems, she could get them to understand that love was love.
Sipping at her glass of milk, she wondered if they'd get their hang-ups untangled. For awhile there, while they were screwing and her mother was staring at the pictures, they had unburdened their souls. But afterward, they both got kind of uncertain about what they really wanted. Sabrina bit off half a cookie and chewed it thoughtfully; the first step had been made when she smuggled the book into the house and her father found it. Unwittingly, she had been the catalyst that started their hidden chemicals boiling. It was up to her to keep the ball rolling, and an idea began to form in her mind.
Of course, the first thing she had to do was to learn all about fucking, first hand. Charlie was the most accessible cock, so it had to be Charlie. If she really pushed him, Sabrina was sure she could get him to forget his fear and stick his meat to her, take her cherry, break her hymen-or whatever it was that happened when a boy's prick pushed up into a girl's inexperienced vagina. Anyway, once they had made it together, then she could spring her idea on Charlie and see how he took it. After that, a whole lot of sexy, interesting things could happen, and she hoped they did.
She didn't look around when her mom came into the kitchen, but kept munching on her snack. Michelle said, "Oh-I thought you might have gone out. Have you been down here long?"
Shrugging, Sabrina answered, "I was hungry; came down right after my shower. Why?"
"No reason; we-I just wondered where you were." Michelle moved across the kitchen to take a bottle of whiskey from a cupboard, and Sabrina watched the way her mom moved, all wiggly and graceful, that long, red hair flowing down her back and swaying like a pendulum just above the ripe modeling of her ass, that spectacular ass hidden now by the thin and clinging material of a dressing gown. She wondered what her mother would say, how she would react, if Michelle knew she had been seen and heard, up there on that bouncing bed. If she suddenly blurted out, Hey, mom-I think you must be a terrific piece of ass, and I like daddy's big cock, too ... her mother would probably collapse on the spot.
But Sabrina wouldn't do anything so gross, nothing that might mess up her plans. For now, she would go on playing the kind of dumb little kid, at least long enough so she could bring some more chemistry into play. Her mom wanted to know what a black prick felt like, pounding up into her juicy cunt; her father wanted to see it happen, to watch that strange, hard meat working greasily within his wife's lovely snatch. Okay; both their dreams could be made to come true, if everything worked out right.
Finishing her milk, Sabrina skipped over and kissed her mother on the mouth, making certain that she could feel the soft resilience of those big tits. "Bye, mom."
Maybe Charlie Sylvester's cock was a light brown, and not really black, but for starters, it would have to do.
CHAPTER TWO
She found Charlie in his backyard, looking slim and sleek and good. Hissing at him, she motioned him over to the fence. "Come on, man. Let's go around to my old man's shop in the garage. I have something important to tell you, and to show you, too."
Usually Charlie didn't talk much, he was so shy, and this time was no different. He nodded and slipped through the gate to follow her along a devious route through intervening backyards to the hideout they sometimes used. Her father's shop was attached to the two-car garage, and he seldom came into it these days. There was a couch along one wall, where it was quiet, where he could flake out when he felt the need to be away from the house.
"What's happening?" Charlie asked, when they were inside the dim room.
"They found the book," she said.
"Wow," he whispered.
"No hassle," Sabrina said quickly, putting a hand upon his arm. "Man, it's wild, real wild. They got hung up in the book, really all turned on. And I saw them fuck, Charlie. That book made them be honest with each other, for probably the first time since they've been married. Oh, wow-did they fuck!"
He blinked at her as she backed toward the couch and began to work out of her clothing. Charlie's eyes widened then, when her braless tits sprang into view, and she wished they were as big and lush as her mother's breasts. She peeled from her jeans and lay back naked upon the pillows, her slim legs spread slightly, seeing his dark, liquid eyes drawn magnetically to the faint patch of silvery blond hair upon her mound.
"Sabrina," he said huskily, "you're all naked and so-so damned pretty you hurt my eyes, girl."
"Get naked with me," she said. "I don't want to hold it off any longer, Charlie. I can't wait anymore, to find out what it feels like to really be fucked. You should have seen how mom and dad went at it; she was wiggling her ass and grinding her pussy on his hard cock, and he was stroking it all the way up into her as if he never wanted to stop. It's just like the pictures in the book, man-it's easy, nothing tricky about it. Come on, Charlie-give me my first screw mg The boy's hands shook as he took off his clothes, and Sabrina saw his nice, slim prick bulging hungrily against his jockey shorts. When he stripped them down his brown legs, too, his swollen cock head jumped out, and she stared at it with deep interest. It was dark, much darker than her father's glans, but shaped about the same. Charlie's cock was thinner, too, and maybe a little shorter, but it was excitingly beautiful, just the same. The hairs around its base and over his balls looked crisp and very curly, a shiny black.
"You-you sure, Sabrina? I mean, you're a cherry and so am I, and maybe we'll mess something up."
She lifted her arms to him. "Don't worry, darling. I'm on the pill, and I know you want to fuck me just as badly as I need to be fucked. We have to start somewhere, don't we?"
He moved hesitantly toward her, holding his throbbing shaft in one hand, his eyes fixed upon the compelling gleam of her lightly -haired pussy. "Yeah, and I'm so hard I ache."
"Lie on top of me first," Sabrina said. "I think that's the quickest and easiest way to get started. And I want to feel you all warm and naked against my body."
He was trembling as he slid gently over upon her, and Sabrina quivered in return when she felt the marvelous hardness of his slender prick nestling against her belly. She put her arms around him and held him close, enjoying the weight of his body, the smooth, warm caress of his skin.
Charlie's hands wandered over her naked flesh, sliding up along her hips and over her rib cage to cup her tits. She felt her nipples go hard as iron and push eagerly against his palms. He felt her breasts before, but never like this, never with his nude body pressed to her own. She kissed him, her hot tongue reaching between his soft lips to find the shiver of his own tongue, and their teeth clashed avidly.
Sabrina's hips were rolling slowly from side to side and her belly lifted against the length of his pulsing cock; she learned the solid shaping of it, and felt a seepage of wetness upon her skin; like her daddy's prick leaked when he was really turned on, she remembered, just before he packed it into her mother's hot and red-lipped snatch.
Charlie's face moved away from hers, and happily she gave him a nipple to kiss, to lick over, gasping when the boy sucked it into his mouth. "Oh, darling, darling," she murmured, stroking his back, trailing quickly caressing fingers all the way down the curve of his back to the clean lines of his ass.
Now he had one hand cupped between her thighs, gripping the dewy mound of her eager cunt, with one finger probing delicately into the rubbery, steaming lips. Oh, she was so ready to be fucked, so anxious to know the excitement of a hard prick being worked up into her untried vagina. She knew exactly how her mom had felt, when her father was probing that distended knob at the entrance to her pussy. But her mother had been screwed many, many times before, and this would be Sabrina's first try.
"Don't finger fuck me," she whispered to her lover. "Go ahead with the real thing, baby. Oh, how I want your beautiful prick in my pussy, want to feel it moving in and out and packing me with all that nice, hard meat."
Lifting his mouth from her nipple, Charlie looked down between their bodies as he arched his slightly. Fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, he guided the ballooned head up into the waiting cunt hairs as Sabrina spread her thighs as wide as she could. She felt the spongy-hard point nudging against her labia, and wiggled in delight, in an overwhelming hunger. It was going to happen; at long last, she was going to be fucked.
"It feels so soft and hot," Charlie's voice shook. "Man, I might shoot off before I get it inside you."
She dug her fingernails into the slim cheeks of his ass. "Don't you dare, Charlie Sylvester! Just concentrate upon how much better it's going to feel, once you get it away up inside my pussy."
He pushed, and she could sense the elastic of her cunt lips giving way, feel the slow, firm entrance of his blunt tip spreading them apart. A violent shudder wracked her entire body, and she thrust her pelvis up at him.
"Stick it in," she insisted. "Jam it on inside my cunt all the way; push harder, man-push, push!"
Wiggling to help him get set, to help him get it in, Sabrina arched her back and lifted her knees to brace her feet against the couch pillows, wanting his meat, craving it. She felt penetration, the forcing of his cock head as the bulb reached beyond her labia and into the velvet cupping of her vagina itself. It felt wonderful, tremendously exciting there, and the walls of her pussy clamped adoringly upon Charlie's shaft.
Then there was something in the way-her hymen, she thought, that thin membrane which barred the way to more stimulation. His knob thrust, recoiled, and Charlie hesitated, confused as to what he should do next. Sabrina pulled back a couple of inches, then slammed her pelvis up and forward with a fierce stroke, a hammering thrust that pounded her cherry into his knob.
She knew a momentary flash of sharp pain, but it was a sweet agony that she welcomed with every fibre of her pulsing body. Gritting her teeth, she lunged again and again at her lover's rod, until she felt something give way, and the hard meat came sliding blissfully up into her vagina, reaching its full, sweet length into the trembling envelope of her pussy.
Charlie's balls came to rest in the uptilted crack of her ass, and his prick was buried within her wet snatch. It was in her, in her body, locked into the jealous gripping of her cunt, and Sabrina was beginning to know what it was like to be fucked. It felt so good, so tickly, and she wiggled in delight upon the embedded meat.
"You made it, man!" she gasped. "Oohh-it's in me all the way!"
"Yeah," Charlie grunted, "and you're so tight, so hot that I'm going to come."
She squirmed furiously upon his shaft, grinding her crotch into his, stroking and heaving. "Not yet, baby-oh, not yet! Ahh-it's so good, so freaky-ahh!"
Clinging to his hips, Sabrina worked greedily at his cock, wringing her newly aroused pussy around the boy's strong young meat, boring the hard nipples of her small breasts into the smooth skin of his chest. His balls swung back and forth, slapping damply into the feathered cleft of her surging ass, banging her with a sweetly sensuous rhythm that had the greatest beat in the world.
She felt the stimulation of her clitoris, the rubbing of his shaft along the perky ridge of the folds of the hood, and thrill after wildly hot thrill shot through her straining body. This was fucking in all its magic; this was screwing in all its glorious ecstasy, and Sabrina rode the driving, plunging cock.
"B-baby!" Charlie gasped, "I can't hold it back anymore! Oh, man, oh, Sabrina-oh, this hot, narrow pussy just gobbling on my prick-oohh! Here it comes, baby-here comes my juice!"
A starburst centered itself insanely in her clitoris, and the psychedelic radiation of its blazing streamers hurled ribbons of searing flame throughout her fluctuating pussy. She clamped down upon her lover's flexing prick as she came, as the magnificent orgasm whipped through and over and around her snatch. Her thighs snapped together around Charlie's hips, and her crotch continued to buck against his.
Then she became aware of the spurting of his semen, the splashing, boiling liquid that inundated the walls of her pussy and gushed stickily over the cup of her trembling cervix. It felt thick and creamy, and she luxuriated in the sensation of his male fluids, reveled in the feel of the heavy liquid as it bathed her tremulous vagina. She was fully a woman now; she had a hard prick trapped inside her cunt and had known the ejaculation of a man's semen-and even if Charlie Sylvester wasn't quite a man, he was man enough to suit her.
The boy was shivering on top of her, and the succeeding jets of his come lessened; his arms were wrapped around her waist, and his face was tucked into the angle of her throat and shoulder. There wasn't really much weight upon her body, Sabrina realized; he was carrying most of it upon his elbows and knees, and the pressure of his pelvis was delightful.
So this was what it was like-this warm and flowing, tingling and being loved feeling; this was what her mother had known all these years, and it was in just such a fucking session that Sabrina herself had been created, growing from the same kind of creamy, rich juice that was now soaking within the clenching of her own vagina. She realized that this first experience was only a beginning, that many more and varied thrills were in store for her, and for Charlie, too.
No longer a virgin, she could now proceed along all the magic byways of sensual gratification, do all the things she had seen pictured in the illustrated books. That book had really turned on her parents and caused them to admit secrets to each other, and Sabrina wondered if her mom and dad would actually go through all the positions and variations demonstrated there.
"Was it wonderful for you, too, Charlie?" she breathed into his hair.
"Oh, yeah," he answered softly. "So much better than jacking off, and we didn't have much trouble, did we? I mean, after my prick went in you, everything just rocked right along. Oh, wow; fucking is the best thing there is."
"Don't try to take it out," she said, stroking his shoulders and walking her fingertips down his back. "Your cock is still very hard, and it ought to be better for us both, since you made my pussy all greasy and slippery inside."
Caressing her hips, fondling the sleek little moundings of her ass, Charlie said, "I always knew you and me would fuck like this some day. I really wanted my first screw to be with you, baby. Not only because you're a white chick and so foxy, but because you're my friend and we've always been up front with each other."
"I know," she said, wiggling upon the slippery length of his still dripping prick. "And now that we got past the first step, we can do it all to each other."
"Yeah-I'm not scared anymore. Right now, I feel like I could fuck any chick, anywhere. I'll get better as we go along, and not come so fast."
"You can," Sabrina said, beginning to stroke upon his buried shaft, rolling her ass erotically and humping gently to his crotch. "I just know you can make any woman happy, make her come, even if she's grown up and had plenty of hard cock before."
Charlie got hold of the cheeks of her ass. "Why don't you roll over and get on top of me? We can try screwing that way, and see if it's any different, any better."
Carefully, so his prick wouldn't slip from the loving confines of her hungry pussy, Sabrina moved to one side and allowed her lover to roll with her. Then she was astride him, still holding his hard and buttery cock deep within her snatch, feeling the knob reach still farther up into her oiled sheath.
It was good like this, she thought, leaning forward so that she could place the palms of her hands flat against his chest. Her crotch was pressing hard against his pelvis, and she could control every sensuous movement of her body, roll her clit against the swollen base of his pole as she pleased.
"It goes deeper this way," she said to him, and began to rock slowly back and forth, gripping his slim body with her knees and grinding her ass. "Do you think that our parents fuck this way, too? I only saw dad put the meat to mom from on top."
Charlie held to her waist, his crotch lifting and falling as she wheeled gently upon his buried rod. "I don't know, but I guess so. I mean, I never saw my people screw, but I've heard them making it plenty of times, and they really shake that bed."
"You think they go down on each other, too? Like the pictures in the book, eating pussy and cock like that? I know I'm going to try it on you, when we get around to it."
"It don't turn me off, either," Charlie said, thrusting back and meeting her gyrations as she rode happily upon his prick. "Oh, man, this feels terrific, the way your cunt kind of hangs on to my prick and builds up a suction."
"Ummm," she replied, and rotated her ass in long, sweeping circles that made his cock head touch all the parts of her vagina, that inflamed her re-aroused clit even more. Bending forward, she found she could flatten her tits against the boy's hairless chest and pump her ass up and down just as well, better, even.
Charlie was really getting with it then, taking a grip on the cheeks of her ass and driving his stiff meat up into the cup of her sliding pussy. Sabrina fastened her open mouth to his, and their tongues raced wildly as their panting breath mingled. She could hear a wet, sucking noise as they fucked faster and harder, their bellies slapping together now, and to Sabrina, it was as if she was in the saddle with a horse bucking and plunging beneath her, but also with the saddle horn crammed deeply into her cunt.
She came suddenly, furiously, her tight little snatch heaving and convulsively gripping the sliding club of his cock. Bright waves of rapture cascaded inside her shivering pussy, and her head spun dizzily. Her second orgasm was even better than the first one, racing madly throughout the nerve ends of her arching body, and she joyed blindly in it.
When Charlie let go again, she was already trying for another climax, hammering greedily at the stem of his prick and wringing her sheath frantically around his rod. The explosion of his semen bombed into her snatch and helped her to reach the crest as it rained and splattered the length and breadth of her vagina. She cried out when she came once more, and bit his lips.
CHAPTER THREE
Charlie got a little edgy after that, and she had to let him go. He was afraid that her father might come blundering into the shop and discover them screwing there, bare-assed and with nowhere to run. Reluctantly, she climbed off the boy's supine body, and her pussy felt empty as his tool slid greasily out to leave a little sticky train of come down the inside of her thigh.
It felt so oozy, so beautiful, that she wanted to rub the stuff all over her body, to wallow in semen. There would never be enough for that, she realized, and sighed away from her first lover. But Charlie wouldn't be her last one, she knew; there were a lot of men out there with hard, eager pricks, and Sabrina wanted to sample as many of them as she could possibly reach.
"How about tonight?" she asked, watching Charlie climb back into his clothing. "I can be waiting here for you after dinner, and we can try some of those other things, like going down on each other."
Nodding, Charlie said, "Yeah: I don't have any homework this weekend, and I'll tell my folks that I'm going to the flicks, so I'll be able to stay awhile. But we have to be careful, baby; I sure wouldn't want your old man coming up on us while we're balling. He'd whip my ass good."
"Maybe," Sabrina admitted, "and he might not spare my ass, either. But not if we can get him turned on, too."
Charlie hesitated and stared at her. "What do you mean?"
"I didn't tell you everything I heard when they were fucking," she said. "The book really got to them, and they confessed things."
"Like what?"
"Like my mother has always wanted to know what a black prick feels like; she's never had one. In fact, she never screwed anybody but my father, and she wants to move around some. And him-well, he came down with the idea that he always craved to watch her get some other guy's meat put to her. Is that far out?"
Charlie nodded, and as he tucked his shirt into his jeans, Sabrina could see that his cock was still about halfway hard. "But how do you figure you can do anything about that stuff?" he asked.
"I'll find a way," she promised. "If you help me."
His eyes went wide. "Hey now, wait a minute. You're talking about grownups, about your mom and dad. Wow, I never thought of anything like that-"
"Oh come on," she said, sitting up and stretching so that her bare tits lifted. 'I'll bet you've been watching the way my mom's ass jiggles when she walks, and I know you have a thing for those big, round tits of hers."
Charlie swallowed, then grinned. "Okay, so you caught me eyeing your old lady. She's a fine looking chick, for sure, but I never really figured on being able to get in between those long legs."
Sabrina ran her hand over the sticky, steaming mound of her freshly fucked pussy. "Then start figuring on it, lover-because I think it can be done. All it's going to take is a little planning."
"I better get the hell out of here," Charlie said," before you get my cock to jumping around again. See you tonight."
When he was gone, Sabrina slowly got into her clothes, disliking the feel of them upon her heated skin, wishing that she could just walk naked into the house and shock her parents into facing the truth, not only about their own secret desires, but also about their daughter. She had been fucked twice now, and she was ready to get with it in every other way; whole new vistas of erotic excitement were opening to her, and Sabrina needed to wander among them without fear of discovery, screwing whom she pleased, where she wanted to, and any time she needed to feel meat up inside her pulsing snatch.
She went quietly through the kitchen door and got a drink of cold water at the fridge, but it didn't cool the embers still smoldering within her belly. She heard music in the living room, and peeped in there as she passed in the hallway, to see her mom and dad sitting close together on the sofa, listening to old albums. They had on robes, and looked good, all close and comfortable.
Leaving them like that, she climbed the stairs and made it to the bathroom, because she suddenly had to pee. Sabrina knew another sense of loss, as she realized that the semen she'd held within her pussy was also going into the bowl. Sighing, she readied water in the tub, and when it was hot enough, climbed in to soak, highly conscious of every pore of her feverish body.
The soap stimulated her flesh more, and she inhaled its perfume, wondering just how she was going to approach her mom, trying to see a way to let Michelle Martinson know that her daughter realized her innermost desires, and knew how to have them slaked. Damn, she thought; it would be so simple, so much better, if she could just bring it out into the open, but it wouldn't work like that; not right away. Her mother was too programmed in the old style, and so was her dad. It wasn't going to be easy.
Leaving the tub, she felt clean and fresh, and took time in towelling herself dry. Sabrina used a little talcum, and some perfume, dabbing it upon her mound and between her breasts. She wished she wasn't so small, that she had big, solid boobs like her mother, that her legs were longer and more fully rounded. Sure, Charlie dug her body, but would somebody else-someone like her old man? He was liable to think she was still a little kid, when she sure as hell wasn't not anymore.
She put on her best robe, a pink and fluffy thing that could be snugged tightly at the waist, and went quietly downstairs because it was getting close to dinner time and she was ravenous. Sabrina wondered if fucking made you hungry, but it didn't seem as if she burned up all that much extra energy. She felt elated and up, as if she had received an injection of high potency vitamins. Sabrina giggled softly; in a way, she had.
Quiet at dinner, she wolfed her food and eyed her parents. They seemed so much more human to her now that she had seen them fucking wildly, now that she had heard at least some of their sexual secrets; and with new eyes, she saw that they were both highly attractive people. And since they had been stirred by each other again, reawakened in a sensual way neither had known before, they seemed to have a special glow about them.
She could see the tops of her mother's full, firm breasts peeping from the robe, and catch a glimpse of her father's hairy thigh. Closing her eyes, she imagined Charlie climbing in between her mom's ripely rounded thighs, and pictured the boy working his dark cock head into the red hairs of that succulent mound.
And her daddy-he could be off to one side, hidden perhaps, because if Charlie was to see him standing by, the poor kid probably wouldn't even be able to raise a hard. It would be tough, she thought, to screw a woman with her husband looking on; so daddy would have to remain hidden, and get his kicks by watching his wife squirm and hunch upon a strange, hard prick-a dark one she craved to feel.
What would her father do then, she wondered; would he get so turned on that he'd jack off, or would he wait his turn to get into that juicy, steaming pussy? And would it feel better to him, because that familiar vagina was lathered with a boy's fresh come, because his wife of many years was all hot and eager from a different fucking? Sabrina was most anxious to find out.
But she didn't know exactly how to go about it. She couldn't just say: hey, you guys-I've got this idea to make everyone happy. I'll bring my boyfriend Charlie over so he can fuck mom, and dad, you can peep at them while they make it.
Biting her lips, she shook her head and finished drinking a glass of milk. If she popped out with a statement like that, they'd both fall off their chairs, and she might even get herself a burned ass, even though her father hadn't laid a hand on her in years. Someway, somehow, it had to be figured out, for the good of all of them. The book, she thoughtand maybe Charlie could get hold of some more real horny books featuring blacks and whites that would get her mom so hot she couldn't stand it.
"Hey," she said, "if it's okay, I'd like to go over and spend some time with Susie tonight. You guys have anything in mind?"
Her mother seemed relieved as she said, "Why no, dear. We thought we'd just stay home this evening. You go ahead and have fun."
They're going to fuck, Sabrina thought; they're happy to get me out of the way so they can take plenty of time and really ball each other, since they're still up from the excitement they had earlier. She was glad the fuck book was still up on her bed, and had no doubt that her parents would be thumbing through it again.
"Okay," she said. "Need help with the dishes?"
"Oh, no," her mother answered, "I'll take care of them. You go on."
Smiling to herself, Sabrina went over to kiss her mom, pressing herself against the marvelous resiliency of those big tits and noting that the large nipples were hard. Then she kissed her father, leaning against him and kind of fitting herself between his slightly opened legs, so that their bare flesh brushed, tingling. She caught a startled expression upon his face as she backed away, a quick flash of surprise and immediately masked lust. Good, she thought; her dad was aware of her as a desirable woman, even if he was still denying that fact to himself.
She skipped upstairs to dress, but of course didn't put on a bra or panties. There was a fever of anticipation within her body, and her recently stirred pussy was damply eager. Charlie would be waiting in the shop, in the dark, and it was sort of a shame that they wouldn't be able to turn on any lights; she dearly loved to see every inch of that sleek brown body, especially his nice, stiff cock.
The backyard was dark, but she found her way to the shop and turned the knob, slipping inside and locking the door behind her. "Charlie?"
"Right here," the boy whispered, "on the couch."
"There's a candle around somewhere," Sabrina said. "We can pull the drapes so nobody will see the light."
"Hey, ain't that dangerous?"
She discovered the shelf where her father kept the candle and matches, and struck a light. "I don't think so; they're going to be all wrapped up in each other. My mom and dad are still horny from this afternoon. They couldn't wait to get me out of the house."
Candlelight danced golden upon her pale white body as she slipped out of jeans and shirt, and Charlie stared at her. "Baby," he said, "you got the greatest little body; it's all silver and slick and really turns me on."
Smiling, she undulated toward him. "I'm the only girl you ever fucked, that's why. You'd dig my mom, too-she's beautiful, and the hair on her rich pussy is red."
The boy worked out of his pants, his brown shaft standing tall and slim, the darker head throbbing with excitement, and a little white pearl of what she had come to recognize as pre-seminal fluid glistening upon the blunt tip.
He said, "I've been thinking about that a lot. It scares me, Sabrina."
She sank down upon the couch beside him, her hand going out to fondle the erect stiffness of his lovely prick. "Don't worry about it; I think I know a way to get to her without any hassle, if you can find us some more of those horny books. My old man has to go out for awhile tomorrow, and I'll make sure mom finds the books. If she gets really hot, she'll take a few drinks, to calm herself down some, and that's when well get to her. But look, let's let that rest for now. We have other things to think about-like eating each other. How do you want to start?"
Charlie played with her tits, thumbing the erect, small nipples. "I guess I can do it to you first; I remember all those pictures, and if I don't find the clit right away, you can sort of guide me, okay?"
"Okay," she breathed, and lay back upon the couch to spread her slender legs for him. A deep quiver wracked her little body as her lover lay down on top of her and kissed her mouth. She met his probing tongue avidly, clashing her teeth against his and feeling the fantastic hardness of his pulsing shaft against her belly.
Just as if Charlie had been doing it all his life, he broke the lingering lass and moved his mouth down her throat, then nuzzled in turn at each of her aching breasts, sucking first upon one nipple, then the other, while his hands roamed up and down the twisting length of her impassioned body.
Warm and tickly, his lips trailed over her rib cage, and down to the tender softness of her flat belly. Charlie nipped her skin between his teeth then, and began to lick over her aroused flesh. When he drilled the point of his wet tongue down into her belly button, Sabrina arched upon the couch and gasped with sweet shock.
She felt the tingle of his breath upon the ultrasensitive joining of her thigh and hip, and shuddered violently as he lapped at those velvet connections. Charlie slid his hands beneath the moundings of her buttocks then, and she spread her thighs still wider, her pussy throbbing in feverish anticipation.
His tongue flicked lightly, delicately, into the sparse thatch of her pubic hair, teasing the silken strands so pale, and Sabrina felt an electric jolt pass through her straining body. Charlie moaned softly, and suddenly plunged his mouth into her mound, covering her labia with his lips. His tongue-oh, that hot, wet tongue-bored into her cunt with a maddening insistence, and she felt her rubbery pussy lips part to receive it.
It was something like taking a prick, she thought dazedly, but also very different, more tender and somehow more intimate. The penetration was thrilling, and she shivered at its thrust, quivered as the boy licked into her vagina and worked slowly up to explore the clitoral hood.
Charlie found her clit without trouble, and Sabrina groaned at the exquisite caress, wriggling lecherously upon her lover's mouth and bringing her thighs together to trap his head between them. He gobbled at her snatch, rubbing her inflamed clit with his tongue, sucking her cunt lips into his mouth and pulling at them, letting them go only to burrow at her clitoris again.
"Oh!" she panted. "Oh, Charlie-you wonderful, beautiful boy! It's so wild, so far out-oohh! I can't stand it-you're tearing me apart, darling-ahh-eat me faster, Charlie-eat my little cunt faster because-because-oohh-I'm coming, baby-coming!"
Charlie didn't stop sucking at her snatch, never slowed in his frantic, hungry caresses. Gritting her teeth and rolling her crotch into his face, Sabrina fucked him, screwed his tongue as if it was a surging prick, and felt the flowing wetness of her inner lubrication smearing his cheeks and chin as it also made her thighs slippery. V Sitting up, she grabbed his head and tried to force his mouth impossibly deeper into her blazing pussy, bucking her pelvis and grinding it as thrill after searing thrill exploded throughout her heaving body. Oh, it was fabulous, insane, gorgeous, and she hissed between clenched teeth in climaxes that shook her from head to toe.
At last, weakened by the overwhelming power of multiple orgasms, she fell sweating back upon the couch, her thighs loosening and her damp belly rising and falling spasmodically. Sabrina's mind was swimming, her eyes blurred with this new and almost frightening rapture, but even as she went limp, some part of her cried out for more and still more.
Only then did Charlie lift his dripping face and start to kiss a tender path back up her body, pausing to pay homage to both her swollen tits before clamping his mouth onto her own. She knew the special flavors of her own cunt then, drew the scented oils from his tongue eagerly, reveling in the knowledge that her pussy tasted exotic and greasily warm.
"Baby, baby," she murmured against his teeth, "Oh, that was so wonderful, and you were a real expert at it. Nobody could eat pussy any better than you, even if they had years of practice."
"Man, I dug it," Charlie panted, his iron-hard cock pressing down against her belly. "Making you come like that was just about as good as coming myself. I'm crazy about your sweet pussy, baby, freaked out over it."
"Give me a minute or two to catch my breath," she said, "and then I want to see if I can do as good a job on you."
He rolled off her, lying beside her and holding her close. "Don't it worry you any about the come? I mean, you think it's going to be okay to just let it all go in your mouth?"
She kissed his cheek and dropped one hand to feel the hardness of his cock. "I'll love it," she promised. "Already, I love the feel of your semen in my pussy and on my skin, so why shouldn't I dig the taste of it? Just let it go, man."
Remembering what he had done to her, how he had brought her through a stirring series of caresses, she started to kiss his throat and then his chest. She wasn't sure about sucking on a boy's nipple, uncertain as to whether it would please him as much as it had her, but Sabrina tried it anyway.
She heard him suck in breath, and felt his body go tight as a coiled sprinc when she did, so she bit gently upon the little nubbins, one by one, and was rewarded by Charlie's gasps of tortured delight. His belly shivered when she nipped the skin there, and she paused to stare at the dark brown head of his swollen shaft, at the network of distended veins along the staff and the blackly furred sack of his balls.
His pubic hair was tightly curled and springy against the tip of her tongue, and she burrowed gleefully into it to lap the thick base of his cock. Stroking the sack of his balls, Sabrina lifted them to her lips, and pulled it gently into her mouth, fondling the upright club at the same time. Charlie wiggled and hunched, his hands coming down to caress her hair, and she could feel the powerful tension within his body.
Licking slowly up the staff, she curled her tongue around its slim length, fondling the very edges of the flanged knob. There was a faintly salty flavor to the velvet-smooth flesh, and her flared nostrils caught a hint of musk that stimulated her even more.
Lifting her face a bit, Sabrina kissed the satiny bulb, and found the sticky fluid there. Dabbing at it with her tongue, she drew the thick juice into her mouth and held it there while it dissolved. It tasted just fine to her, and she prodded her tongue tip into the little slit for more. Charlie surged against her, his legs jerking, and she relented.
She covered his cock head with her open lips, wrapped them around the ballooned cap and pulled his glans into her mouth. It slid soft and warm along her tongue, and across the roof of her mouth, all rounded and sweet. Sabrina sucked upon it, drawing it far back until it tickled her throat.
She remembered all the color pictures of women giving head to men, and knew that the action of her tongue would be all important to stirring Charlie to a tremendous orgasm. So she used it rapidly, licking all around the head, curling and stiffening it between the suctioning periods she was building up.
"Oh, man," Charlie gasped. "You're really eating my cock, baby-oh, wow! It's a crazy feeling-ahh; keep it up, darling-oh, yeah, yeah-"
He was stroking it into her mouth now, feeding her his lovely meat in short, gentle thrusts, as if he was fucking her. In a way, he was, Sabrina thought; he was using the same moves, the same kind of sensuous rhythm that he used when he screwed her pussy. And it was just as exciting. She could feel a new and vibrant life leaping within her vagina, a new oozing of her own love juices that wet her cunt lips.
She concentrated upon giving her lover the utmost in pleasure, lapping and siphoning, dipping the insides of her cheeks in and out, moaning a little in her intense excitement. Charlie's prick slid back and forth as she moved her head up and down, her tongue working furiously now.
"I'm about to come!" he panted, grinding his crotch and humping as he clasped her head tightly between his hands. "Oh, you sweet, hot, little white bitch-I'm going to shoot off right inside your mouth-uh-uh-uh! Suck me, Sabina-eat my cock-aahh! Here it is, baby-take it-take all my come!"
Salty-sweet, musky and bubbling, the boy's spurting semen gushed richly into her mouth, flooding over her teeth and drowning her tongue. Thick and creamy, his come purled down her throat, and Sabrina swallowed, gulped and swallowed again, pulling the vital fluid down into her stomach. Sucking hard, she pulled upon the flexing cock head, trying to draw more and more of his juices from the quivering knob.
Rocking from side to side in blind ecstasy, Charlie groaned as she drew upon his trembling cock, and wrapped his legs around her shoulders, still pumping the meat into her mouth until he ran out of semen. Then he sagged and let go of her head, his chest heaving and his lungs struggling for air.
Proudly, Sabrina rolled her eyes up at her lover when his head slumped back upon the couch and his thighs lost their grip upon her. She had drained him, sucked his prick dry for now, and she was happy that she could give him such bliss. It was wonderful to receive his semen, too, to know that its creamy richness was not being absorbed by her digestive system, and would soon forever become a part of her own body. It was a fantastic way to transfer love from one person to another, she thought.
Licking her lips, she raised her head and stared down at the limp body of the only boy whose body she had ever shared. He was such a lovely golden brown, his young cock was just marvelous; it was still hard, still lifted erect, even though she had sucked all the power from it. She just knew that her mother would love this cock, too. But would it be black enough to suit her mom?
Sabrina wondered about Charlie's father; now there was a really black man, with skin of ebony velvet. His prick should be the shade of a stormy midnight, and probably a lot bigger than Charlie's, maybe even bigger than her own dad's cock. She sat back upon the couch and considered all the possibilities, while her lover caught his breath. There was no logical reason why Bradford Sylvester couldn't be tempted into fucking her mom, too.
Charlie sighed. "That was something else, baby. Man, I'd do anything in the world for you, now."
"That's good," she said, "because I don't want you to cop out when it's time to make my mother. You ought to be really up for her, you know. She's a beautiful piece of ass, and a sexy adult woman, and another guy's wife, too. All that should make it more exciting for you, Charlie."
The boy blinked, and his hand dropped to fondle his shaft. "Oh, it does-but it still scares me some. I mean, what if your old man changes his mind or something? I don't want him to tear up my ass."
"He won't," Sabrina said quietly. "I can just about guarantee that. I told you he wants to get his kicks by watching some other guy put the prick to my mom, but if he backs off from it, I intend to be right there and take his mind off doing anything stupid."
Charlie sat up, still squeezing his cock. "How you going to do that?"
"By balling him myself," Sabrina answered. "My old man is hornier than he realizes, and I'd sure like to try him on. I'll bet we can make each other climb the walls."
Eyes wide, Charlie whispered, "You mean-fuck your own dad?"
"Sure," she said, sliding fingers between her thighs to feel the dewy mound of her small pussy. "And the more I think about his big prick, the more I want it inside me. Charlie-you go on out and find us some more of those fuck books, so I can have mom find them tomorrow."
Wordlessly, the boy nodded.
CHAPTER FOUR
Charlie threw pebbles against her upstairs window early the next morning, and she lowered a long piece of kite string so he could tie the fuck books. She waved at him and pulled them up, hissing down that he was supposed to hang around until she called him later.
She bathed in a hurry, her flesh warmed and sensitive, and she didn't get dressed. The good robe looked just fine on her, and she made herself taller by putting on heeled fluffy slippers. Her silver blond hair hung loosely down her back, and she smelled like fresh flowers.
Her father was into a second cup of coffee as she skipped down the stairs and joined her parents in the kitchen for breakfast. She kissed him on the forehead, holding the gesture long enough so that he could take a quick peek down the front of her robe where she had pulled the collar open wide. Sabrina noticed that his face went pink when she pulled away, and smiled to herself.
He might have balled her mother half the night, but he was still capable of being turned on by someone new, and she thought that he was becoming ever more aware of her as a sexual possibility. Sure, he was trying to put the idea out of his head, but she kept reminding him of it, showing Howard Martinson a quick view of her thigh as she spun away, and hoping that he was interested in the new and youthful pussy that was hidden farther up.
"Morning, mom," she said, and snuggled her mother close, pushing right against the other woman. "You look all rested and happy today."
She could have sworn that her mother blushed when Michelle answered, "Why yes, dear. I had a very nice night. And you? Did you and Susie have fun?"
"Lots of fun," Sabrina said, sliding into her chair. Fun getting her pussy eaten for the very first time, and freaking out when she went down on Charlie's sweet brown shaft to learn the gushing torrent of his hot come in her throat. She wondered if her mom and dad did that, went down on each other, or if they had a hang-up about oral sex.
"Well," Howard said, getting up from the table. "I have to run now, but I should be back in a few hours."
Michelle lifted her face for her husband's lass and said, "Don't forget about those things you're supposed to pick up."
"If I can find them," he answered, and didn't look at Sabrina when he left.
More horny books, she thought, and rubbed her thighs together beneath the table; she'd bet that they'd just about worn out that one left behind on her bed. She ate silently, sneaking glances at her mother's lush, full body only partially hidden by the dressing gown. She'd never grow into such a Junoesque woman, Sabrina knew, but that was okay; a lot of guys probably liked very small and child-like chicks. They probably pretended the girls were their own daughters, and could play at committing incest when they screwed them, not having guts enough to go for the real thing.
And the real thing was no doubt a whole lot more available than those guys realized, she thought; many girls would jump at the chance to get laid by their dads.
"Mom," she said around a mouthful of toast, "I have to wash my hair. Would you mind collecting the clothes on my bed and dumping them into the washer for me?"
Absently, her mother nodded, and Sabrina grinned. The fuck books were tucked between two sets of dirty jeans, where her mom was certain to find them. She hoped Charlie had come up with some really wild ones with plenty of pictures showing big, black pricks being pushed into white women's cunts, showing fat, ebony cocks being eaten by white girls with hungry mouths. She wanted to have her mother shaken up real good, upset by the photos and not able to do anything about it because Howard wasn't home.
If Michelle held true to form, she'd treat herself to a couple of quick, strong drinks to settle her nerves, and if she continued to go through the graphically illustrated books, she might get pretty well smashed. And that was exactly what Sabrina wanted. Her mother would be looser and turned on, and much easier to get to, then.
She actually washed her hair, giving the other woman plenty of time to make the discovery, and had her head wrapped in a towel turban when she drifted into the bedroom. Her clothes and the books were gone, as she had expected them to be, and there had been no cry of outrage. Michelle was hooked.
Excited, her heart hammering and a pulse beating in her throat, Sabrina went downstairs softly, a step at a time, to peer into the living room where the drapes hadn't been drawn back to admit the sun yet. She saw her mother perched on a stool, and heard the click of ice in a glass. It was working beautifully, because the stack of fuck books were at the woman's elbow, and she was staring intently at an open one.
As Sabrina watched, her mom splashed a generous amount of whiskey into her glass and drank it off at a single gulp. Sabrina gave her a little more time, then eased into the room and came up behind her. "Hi."
Michelle jumped and tried clumsily to hide the books, almost knocking over her drink. "Sabrina! What-why-you startled me, baby."
Her mother's hand trembled. "You-this isn't-please, dear; will you let me alone?"
She put a hand upon her mom's shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. I mean, I haven't looked through the new ones yet, but I know the old book by heart. Man, oh, man-take a good look at that great big thing-it's so pretty and black. I didn't know men were ever hung like that."
The woman flinched visibly. "You shouldn't be-you're just a child, so young-I don't know what-I don't-"
"Look," Sabrina said calmly, "I planted those books for you to find. I wanted you to go through them, because I heard you and daddy talking yesterday, when you discovered the first one."
Her mom's head swung around, the deep blue eyes going wide in shock. "You heard? Then you must have-have seen-oh!"
"Yeah, I saw you and dad get turned on. You're great together when you let yourself go like that, really beautiful screwing."
Michelle swayed on the stool, fumbled for her glass and drank it empty. "But you shouldn't-and we didn't mean-oh, I'm so mixed up."
"There's no need to be," Sabrina said. "I'll bet you and dad haven't had such a good fuck in years, and it was because you're just starting to be honest with each other, because you're telling things you kept hidden too long. I heard you say that you always wanted to know what a black prick feels like, and I heard dad admit he'd like to see you taking some other guy's meat."
"Sabrina! Those words-you're only a kid, and I'm your mother! Don't say-don't-"
Sabrina squeezed her mother's shoulder. "They're the right words, mom. And I may be young, but I'm not a kid anymore. I lost my cherry yesterday and loved every minute of it-and you know what? My first prick was a black one."
Michelle gasped and reached again for the bottle, her lips trembling, unable to form words. Sabrina kissed the woman's cheek and whispered, "Well, Charlie's prick isn't exactly black, more of a dark brown, but it's nice and hard, and he can fuck for a long time. Just think about him for a second-he's young and horny and his cock is just beautiful; it would look so lovely, sliding up into your gorgeous cunt. A young black boy between your thighs, mom-a passionate boy cramming his prick into you, that sweet black prick you've always wanted."
Her mother began to shake as if she had a severe chill, and Sabrina knew she had her. Without another word, she wheeled away and trotted to the back door to open it and stick out her head.
"Charlie-Charlie! Are you in the shop?"
He came out hesitantly, and she motioned to him. "Come on, man-she's ready for you."
Timidly, Charlie slipped into the house, stopping in the kitchen until Sabrina took him by the hand and practically dragged him behind her into the living room. Her mother was still perched on the stool, slumped a bit, with her dressing gown hanging back to expose her ripe, pale thighs; she had her back to them.
"Man, I'm scared," the boy whispered.
"So is my mom," Sabrina whispered back. "But just take a look at those great legs and the shape of that rich ass; you'd be a damned fool to pass up a chance to get into that terrific body. Just walk on up behind her and put your arms around her, so you can feel her tits. She's plenty smashed about now, and I'll bet her pussy is all juicy, she's so hot to know the feel of a hard, black cock-your cock, Charlie."
He eased forward, and Sabrina pushed him farther, knowing a mounting sense of excitement within herself, a throbbing inside her cunt. She watched her young lover move up behind her mother, and saw him reach hesitantly around the woman's slim waist, his hands going slowly up to cup the magnificently full breasts.
Michelle shivered visibly, and her hands slid off the bar top to hang at her sides. Charlie caressed the big, firm tits, his fingers toying with stiff nipples that were round and long, and he pressed against her from behind. Sabrina knew that he was raising a hard, that his boyish prick was lifting eagerly to press against the rounded globes of her mother's plush ass.
Her mom didn't make a sound, beyond a first, sharply drawn intake of breath, and she didn't move. It was as if she was in a state of utter shock, but Sabrina thought there were wild emotions boiling just beneath the surface.
Charlie nuzzled into the back of her neck, down through the wealth of red hair to the tender and sensitive skin below, and Sabrina could see the grinding movements of his trim ass as he worked his hard prick into the cleft of her mother's gorgeous buttocks.
Bit by bit, Michelle began to rotate upon the stool, turning so that she was facing Charlie, and now her smooth arms lifted to reach around his neck, now her red mouth sought his in a sudden, desperate hunger.
Sabrina grinned; it was going to be all right; everything was working out to perfection now. Her mom was blinded by passion and not thinking of anything else, conscious only of the anxious young lover who wanted to fuck her.
Sliding off the stool, Michelle pressed hard against the boy's slender body, kissing him avidly, running her tongue deep into his mouth, her hands searching up and down Charlie's back as her robe fell open to expose the pristine beauty of her statuesque body.
The big, pink nipples of her breasts leaped out, and Sabrina saw a gleaming of red hair bushing her mother's lovely, rich pussy.
They glided toward the sofa, holding tightly to each other, the mouths glued together, and they sank upon the cushions. Sabrina moved to her dad's big leather chair and sat down, staring intently at the sensuous scene unfolding before her eyes. She saw her mom's white hands fluttering at Charlie's crotch and watched the deft fingers unzip his jean, then dart inside the gap to bring out his erectly swollen prick.
Charlie helped by wiggling, by yanking at his pants. Michelle wormed out of her dressing gown, but Charlie didn't get his shirt off. He buried his face between those upright globes so round and resilient, nuzzling into the perfumed valley and caressing the melon breasts with both hands. His cock slid back and forth across the snowy heaping of the woman's trembling belly, its dark length a stark contrast to the paleness of her flesh.
Placing one hand against her crotch, Sabrina used other fingers to cup her own tit, her heart racing and her entire body warmed as she watched her mother and her boyfriend squirming together upon the living room sofa. Charlie looked very slim and small against her mom's plushy shaped body, dark against her whiteness. Now the boy had a big nipple in his lips, and was sucking blissfully upon it while his hands roamed the silken skin of Michelle's hips and thighs, while his distended prick thrummed along her belly.
Squirming beneath the boy, Michelle's hand found his cock, the symbol of that sturdy black meat she had secretly craved for most of her life. Her fingers flexed and trembled over the stiff young rod, and Sabrina heard her mother gasp as the woman steered the enlarged head of Charlie's shaft into the thickly -haired mound of her pussy.
Michelle's eyes were closed, the titian lashes smudged against the curve of her cheeks, and her head was thrown back, her red lips parted. Entranced, leaning forward so that she could see better and not miss the slightest detail of this historic coupling, Sabrina watched her boyfriend's dark bulb press up into the cushion of her mom's pubic hair, up to be welcomed by the dark pink labia.
His cock head slipped into the rubbery lips, gulped inside the hungry cavity, and the length of his brown shaft eased smoothly up into the woman's vagina. His furry balls swung to nestle in the crack of that luxuriously formed ass, and his slender hips were between her opulent thighs. They were belly to belly then, crotch to crotch, and Michelle sighed again.
"Oh-oh, lord-I can never believe-oh, it's fantastic! At last, at long last, there's a hard, black prick in my pussy, and I love it, love IT!"
Sabrina saw her mother writhe passionately, saw the fingers come down to hook around Charlie's slowly heaving ass, and the boy's cock slipped in and out, glistening with the hot and oily liquids that were bathing it within the woman's aroused cunt.
Michelle's legs lifted to curl adoringly around the boy's narrow back, crossing themselves at the ankles, and her crotch hiked as she tried to get more of that loving meat into her surging sheath.
"Fuck me, you darling boy! Oh, pound that beautiful black cock into my snatch-harder and deeper-slam it to me, Charlie! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Probing a finger into the steaming lips of her own excited pussy, Sabrina held it deeply there while she eyed the thrusting, wiggling movements. It was beautiful, seeing her mother so hot, seeing the boy's dilated club work in and out of that red-haired and sizzling cup. Her mom was more turned on than she had ever been, her belly churning and her crotch blurring as she joyously rode the meat being fed to her.
Charlie was grunting as he poured his shaft home, his ass bobbing up and down rapidly, and Sabrina realized that he was about to come, that he couldn't possibly keep up the pace of his screwing without letting go very soon. But her mother was ahead of the sensuous rhythm, panting and cradling the boy's face into her bouncing tits, seesawing her pelvis violently as that rigid young cock pistoned into her greedy snatch.
"Oh!" Michelle shrieked softly. "I-I'm about to come, baby; oh, you wonderful boy-you beautiful black kid-such a sweet, hard prick-ahh! AHHH!"
Charlie's voice was muffled by the heavy breasts against his face: "Yeah-oh, yeah, lady. Man-you got the deepest, richest pussy in the world, and it's biting down on my cock head! Yeah-yeah-I'm coming, too-I'm shooting off inside your crazy white cunt, just like your old man does! Here it comes!"
Leaping upward, the sack of Charlie's balls contracted, and Sabrina realized that the testicles were hurling their compressed load of semen up along the boy's buried prick, that his knob was flexing as the boiling come splattered the walls of her mother's shuddering vagina. Charlie kept hammering, making squishy noises as his semen flooded the blazing sheath of her snatch, his balls flapping wetly against her swivelling ass. His prick jerked in and out, and Sabrina could see white flecks of his come scattering from her mom's pussy lips, hanging like white diamonds in the red pubic hair.
That's-right! That's right-keep-it-in! Take me! come again, baby-oohh! OOhh! I can't stand it-"
Sabrina slid her finger from her own cunt and smiled.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sabrina moved slowly from the big chair, looking back over her shoulder and reluctant to leave, not wanting to miss a single moment of the tender, passionate blending between her mother and Charlie Sylvester. The boy was working steadily and strongly at the woman's lush pussy, and Michelle was twisting erotically upon every stroke of the eager young shaft, both of them so wrapped up in their fucking that they had completely forgotten Sabrina was anywhere near.
But she had heard the car pull to a stop in their driveway, and realized that she was going to have to do something about her father. No telling what might happen if he was allowed to simply blunder in upon the scene in progress. Even if Howard Martinson had claimed he wanted to see his wife get fucked by another man, the suddeness of actually watching her screwed might jolt him too much-or his dreams might be a fantasy that he didn't really want to happen.
Coming into the front door, he shucked his coat in the vestibule as he always did, putting his briefcase upon the table there. Sabrina met him before he could take a few more steps and see into the living room. "Hi, dad-glad you could get back so soon."
Her robe was loose at the throat, and his eyes dipped at the pale skin so intriguingly exposed, then skittered away guiltily. Not this time, she thought, and moved fluidly toward him to plaster her lightly clothed body against his body. Wrapping her arms about his waist, she lifted her face and stood tippytoe for his kiss. Hiking her crotch up to press it firmly into his thighs.
She caught a flash of consternation upon his face just before her lips met his, and she had to strain to put pressure against his mouth. It was the first time she had ever dared to flick the tip of her tongue between his lips, and felt a severe shudder race through his body, and for one bright moment, he responded as she had always known he would, always hoped he would, his mouth going hungry and greedy, his strong chest lifting as he sucked in a shocked breath.
He wanted her, she thought; he wanted her as a woman, as a sensual, fuckable woman, and she writhed against him, tilting her pelvis upward so that he would feel its aching softness. But her daddy suddenly thrust her back, almost roughly, and shook his head.
"Damnit, Sabrina, you-you shouldn't do things like that. I know you're only kidding, but-"
Her robe had come open down the front, and she didn't even attempt to pull it back together. She saw his eyes dilate, saw those hazel eyes fix upon her exposed flesh, touching avidly upon the tiny nippples of her erect breasts and sliding quickly down her flat, white belly to concentrate at the tufting of silvery blond hair that masked the beguilingly youthful mound of her new and childish pussy.
While he stood there startled and transfixed, she said softly, "But I'm not kidding, daddy. I've been wanting to tongue-kiss you for ages. Look at me-I'm small and young, but I'm not a child anymore. You think I'm pretty; I can tell."
His hands clenched. "Damn it, Sabrina-cover up. Yes, you're beautiful, but you're my daughter, my own kid, damn it. If your mother saw you like this-"
Taking the chance, she plunged ahead: "Mom is busy right now, in the living room. She doesn't give a damn about anything else, except what's happening to her right now."
Frowning, her father said, "What the hell do you mean?"
She noticed that he still kept looking at her sleek little body, that his eyes were moving from her beckoning crotch to her tits and back again. Sabrina wondered if her old man had ever screwed a girl as young as herself, wondered if he had ever known incestuous dreams about her, and thought he had. She shrugged her shoulders and dropped the robe completely away from her body, so that she stood polished and totally nude before him.
"This is what I mean, for me," she said, standing proudly erect and pirouetting slowly to show him the delicate curvings of her sculptured little ass, bringing back the softly metallic hairing of her now throbbing cunt. "I mean I'm growing up and I'm no virgin; I mean that I want to see what it's like to really be loved by my handsome, strong daddy-to be loved as a woman with a tight, hot pussy that will just eat up your nice, big prick."
She saw his face go pale and his lips work, but his eyes never left the compelling allure of her flesh. A thrill shot through her body, because it seemed to be working out; she had him off balance and confused, and now she thought she could make out the bulge that was growing in his pants.
"Your-your mother," he said huskily.
"My mother is being fucked right now," Sabrina said. "My boyfriend is in there really pouring a hard cock to her wet pussy; they've been screwing for a long time, because it seems that she can't get enough of Charlie's black prick, and he's just as eager to stay inside her white, juicy cunt."
Howard put one hand against the table to steady himself, and Sabrina said quickly, "I know you guys found my fuck book, and I know how much it turned both of you on. I heard everything you said, and saw everything you did. It was great, watching you slide your lovely shaft up mom's hot snatch. And if you really mean that about wanting to see her take another guy's meat, now's your chance. One thing's for sure, she really meant it about being practically hypnotized by a black prick."
Robot-like, he stood unmoving until she moved close to him again and gently touched her hand between his thighs. She felt the swollen rod straining to tear free of its confining clothing, her fingers playing over its length and thickness. "Come on," she whispered throatily, "come on, dad-now's the time to make all your dreams come true. You'll never have a better chance."
One arm around his waist, her other hand caressing his stiff cock, Sabrina guided the man toward the entrance to the living room. He stopped to peer into the semidarkness there, his entire body going rigid as he made out the nakedly entwined figures of his wife and a boy half her age. Sabrina saw them lying still, and heard the panting that said they had just reached another surging orgasm. Charlie was locked between those white, opulent thighs, only the furry sack of his balls showing; the rest of his cock was buried into the dripping clench of that red-haired pussy.
She heard her father's breath releasing itself in a slow hiss, and squeezed more tightly upon his lifted prick, steadying him. Charlie chose that moment to work his shaft gently from the steamy grip of the woman's cunt, and a gleaming trail of creamy semen oozed from its still pulsing head to stain the inside of one of Michelle's lush thighs.
The boy sat back, his slender cock hard as ever, the dark, flanged knob spread wide, the length of the brown shaft made all slippery and shining from a combination of his own come and the woman's hotly flowing lubricants. His hands stroked the heaving mound of the white belly, and fondled the smoky pussy he had just fucked a time or two.
Michelle's eyes were still closed, her head still thrown back, and her hips were rolling sensuously, appealingly, from side to side. Sabrina thought that her mom was so turned on she would never stop fucking; the searing heat of her newly aroused passions were blazing insanely within her stimulated vagina, and the woman wanted more of everything.
Sabrina worked at her father's pants, zipping them open so that she could slide her fingers inside and feel the true erection of his marvelous cock. The skin felt silken to her hand, and the shaft itself was very hard, swollen tremendously; the cock head was spongy-hard and covered with the finest velvet, and it was leaking pre-seminal fluid.
Then Charlie did what he had evidently been wanting to do, ever since he had seen Michelle Martinson's gorgeous, naked body, since the first moment he had glimpsed at her magic scarlet pussy. The boy leaned forward and began to kiss the woman's big, rounded breasts, licking at the distended nipples before working his mouth hotly down her heaving belly. His hands were fondling the spread legs with great tenderness. He was going to eat her mom's cunt, Sabrina knew, and stroked her hand up and down the iron-hard shaft of her father's prick.
Her dad was swaying, and she helped him lower his body to the carpeted floor. He seemed stunned, helpless in the grip of something far more powerful than his conscious mind, and urgency much stronger than any of his previous moral programming. And he watched; he stared fixedly at the pair upon the sofa-his own lovely, sexy wife; and the kid was about to go down on the pussy Howard had called his own private stock for so many years of relatively happy marriage.
Tugging at his shoes, Sabrina got them off and peeled his trousers down his hairy, unresisting legs. It was as if she was handling a life-sized doll, one that breathed and felt emotion, but that had no control other than what she gave to it. She removed his shorts, and lovingly caressed his bulging cock, fascinated by the heft of the beautiful rod and its widespread knob, by the tracery of veins along the staff. Her own daddy's prick, and he was allowing her to touch it, stroke it, feel all over its trembling readiness.
It was a lot bigger than Charlie's tool, she thought-an inch longer, maybe, but much thicker and heavier. Delving between his thighs, she cupped her hand around her father's balls, weighing them thoughtfully. The testicles were larger than Charlie's, too, and her daddy's pubic hair was silkier, deeper.
She let go of the intriguing cock to move around behind him, so she could finish undressing him. And on the sofa, Charlie was now burrowing his face eagerly into the red bush of her mother's sweet pussy. Moaning with pleasure, the boy nuzzled his cheek into the curly thatch, then his chin, and nudged his nose gently against the brightly swollen lips of her excited snatch.
Charlie's red tongue darted along the inflamed labia, lapping up and down their length, tasting the residue of his own come there, bathing the already wet hairs with more liquid. He said throatily, "Mrs. Martinson, I guess you got the foxiest pussy there is, and I'm going to eat the hell out of it."
As Sabrina drew her father's shirt from him, she felt a shudder move through his tensed body, and got his undershirt off in the process. She gripped his shoulders and rubbed the fiery, aching points of her breasts into his back, kissing the nape of his neck and darting the tip of her tongue into his ear. The shudders increased, but still Howard didn't tear his eyes away from the two on the couch.
Now Charlie had his mouth buried into Michelle's flaming cunt, lapping furiously at its honeyed juices, and the woman was squirming ecstatically, her plush hips rocking, her belly rippling as she reached down and took hold of the boy's head.
Her pelvis lifted and pumped against his face; her pussy ground itself sliding into his teeth, and Sabrina knew exactly the land of thrills her mother was receiving, as Charlie's tongue licked and probed, as it drilled into the hood to tantalize her vibrant clitoris and drive her rapturously insane.
Sabrina couldn't stand it any longer; she had to have her father's hard, leaking prick stuffed up into her ravenous little vagina. It might have been better if she could have gotten him off somewhere so they could be alone this first, enchanted time they were to fuck, but they were both burning up with what they were seeing.
She crawled around in front of her dad and put both hands upon his broad, furry chest, to urge him back upon the floor, wanting him to stretch full length. Momentarily, he resisted, but she whispered, "You can keep your head turned and watch them, daddy. Just lie back and let me mount you."
He was helpless and drifted to the carpet, his head turned and his eyes locked upon the action across the room. Sabrina climbed upon his taut body, lying flat at first, and pressing the club of his pulsing cock between their bellies. It was so good to feel it upon her skin, burning into her flesh, and she gloried in the small pains of her erectile nipples when they were crushed into her father's chest.
But she needed him so badly, desired him so damned much just then, and she just couldn't give herself any more time to play around. Spreading her thighs, she straddled his body and sat up again.
On the sofa, her mother was moaning and heaving, those plump legs now locked about Charlie's head, and Charlie had both hands filled with the cheeks of her ass as he ate noisily into the churning pussy.
Kneeling above her daddy's nude body, Sabrina took hold of the beautiful forbidden prick and poised the gleaming head at the silken entrance to her avid mound. Lowering her crotch very tenderly, she felt the blunt, slippery tip nudge up against her tremulous labia. Her heart was pounding so frantically it seemed to shake her entire body, and she was gasping for breath. The touch of her daddy's cock head was like a white-hot iron, but she forced herself downward, settling the bulb firmly into her wet pussy lips.
As if it was coming from very far away, her mother's voice said, "Oh, darling-oh, eat my pussy, you adorable, horny boy! You sweet, black boy-chew my cunt lips and lick deeper-ahh! Oh, you're making me come again, again!"
Then Sabrina pushed strongly downward, and forced her daddy's cock head into the slowly stretching, tight mouth of her young snatch. She wiggled to help it slide farther up, and gasped as she felt its size, gasped again when her cunt turned rubbery enough to let it go deeper. Inch by blissful inch, she slid down upon that beautiful, hard shaft, her vagina expanding to take in the wondrous meat that had only been her mom's, before this very moment.
It slipped all the way up, to press against the spongy cup of her womb, and her flexing little pussy was filled by the sweet thickness, packed by the gorgeous hardness.
Her father jerked beneath her, as he felt her narrow cunt close so snugly and juicily around his embedded prick, and his hands came down to find and hold the slimness of her hips. Sabrina wriggled happily, moving her crotch around against the swollen stem of his cock, moving his knob around inside the gripping of her velvet sheath.
"You're doing it!" she cried out. "We're doing it! Oh, daddy, my wonderful daddy-we're fucking! At last, I have your terrific prick buried into my hot pussy, and I'm never, never going to let you go-ahh, baby-ahh, daddy darling-stroke it into me, move your lovely cock inside your daughter's aching cunt."
Sliding up and down, she felt her father respond, felt his meat reaching back and forth within the clenching envelope of her feverish snatch, and looked down to watch the greasy rod working within her. Oh, she was so packed with his fabulous prick, filled to the capacity of her delicate little vagina with all that lovely meat, and it felt terrific, fantastic, marvelous. She rode it gleefully, grinding her cunt onto his cheek, and he held lovingly to the satin cheeks of her fragile ass now, lifting her small body into the air with every lunging stroke.
He was screwing her, fucking her, laying his cock up into her, digging his fingernails into her buttocks, and Sabrina adored every motion, loved each sensuous thrust. She came violently, arching her body and crying out in wordless ecstasy, and came again, only seconds after. Every plunge of his big cock thrilled her clit.
Finally, Howard tore his eyes away from where his wife was bucking and wiggling as the boy gulped her pussy. He looked up into Sabrina's flushed face, into her eyes.
"Baby-oh, my sweet little baby! What a perfect little cunt you have-all soapy velvet inside, and so tight, so damned hot-yes, darling-we're fucking; I'm fucking my own beautiful little daughter, as I've always wanted to. Ahh, Sabrina-Sabrina, baby-that exquisite baby snatch is just eating up my cock-ah, shake that little-girl ass, sweetheart. Fuck your daddy, fuck your daddy!"
She swooped down to crush her small breasts against his chest, her ass pumping up and down with erratic strokes as she felt the shivering of another approaching orgasm wracking her burning flesh. Sabrina wanted to come with him, to explode at the very instant her daddy let go with his load of semen. Twisting her pussy around his plunging shaft, she bounded her crotch into his pelvis, and made her tight vagina wring down upon his reaching cock head.
Biting the side of his neck, she raked his shoulders with her nails when she felt the geyser of his come. It was an intense spurting of very special juice, a showering of his vital fluids that spat boiling and bubbly throughout her fluctuating pussy. Her daddy's come, she thought triumphantly, her" daddy's come-and she was taking every rich, creamy drop of it, bucking and churning her belly to his as she reached her own glorious climax.
He kept spitting it into her small hole, raining the hot stuff like white svrup against her cervix and packing her vagina with its sudsy hotness. Beautiful, she remembered thinking hazily-it was so damned beautiful. And then she must have passed out.
CHAPTER SIX
She must not have been out for very long, and it had been a warming, drifting blackness that was comforting and relaxing. When Sabrina came to, she was still lying flat upon her father's chest, and the utter marvel of his hard prick was still driven to the balls within her pussy. And her cunt was still packed with the soapy, wonderfully greasy semen he had fired into it. That was because his cock was so much bigger than Charlie's, and kept her pussy lips stretched tightly around its stem, so that none of the precious fluid could leak out.
Charlie, she thought, and also remembered her mother. Turning her face slowly upon her daddy's chest, she looked over at the sofa with eyes that were still a little bit blurred from passion. The boy was just now lifting his dripping face from between her mom's plump thighs, his cheeks and chin smeared by her cunt juices and the twin loads of semen he had released into that lovely cup before going down on it. His eyes looked sleepy, like those of a well-fed cat.
And her mother? Michelle's body had that glow of being loved, an aura of sensual gratification that made her skin translucent, that highlighted the tiny gems of perspiration along her belly and just under the tremulous globes of her rich breasts. The nipples hadn't yet gone flaccid, Sabrina saw, and knew that her mom was still up, ready for more of anything, now that her old inhibitions had been broken down and she was truly into fucking for the first time without reservations.
Charlie sank back upon the pillows, stretching out his lean legs, and his prick stood tall and rigid, the dark knob pulsing. Rooting around inside Michelle's flowing snatch, drinking of that exoticallv perfumed juice, had kept him readv, and Sabrina knew her lover could use another piece of ass, right away.
Then Michelle stirred also, lifting herself to one elbow and turning her head. She seemed to notice her husband and her daughter for the first time, to recognize their presence in the room. Sabrina felt her daddy's body stiffen beneath her own as his wife's eves focused upon them. She knew something of what he must be feeling-a twinge of guilt, shock, the defensive barriers going up Sure, he had told Michelle he wanted to watch her taking another shaft, but he hadn't said anything about fucking their own daughter; and here they were, all together in the same room, all bare-assed and sexy.
But Michelle only smiled, a sultry and knowing expression which said plainly that she understood it all, and approved. Then as if to accentuate that tacit agreement, she sat up and curled her polished legs beneath her haunches. Her tits jiggled enticingly, and she lifted both hands to caress them, thumbing the nipples and still looking over to where her husband had his cock sunk to the hilt within his daughter's young pussy.
Moving slowly, she leaned forward then, to touch her breasts to the ballooned head of Charlie's cock, rubbing the pink faucets back and forth across it. A moment later, she centered the upright staff between her tits and squeezed them together around it.
Sabrina murmured to her father, "She's going to go down on him. Does she ever eat you, daddy?"
His voice was choked. "N-not for years, and even then, she only kissed it a little. Your mother never really gave me a blow job, and I don't think she ever did it to anyone else."
"You don't mind that shell do it to Charlie?"
"No," he whispered, and she felt his cock head throb deep within her encompassing vagina. "No, she's all hung up on getting a black cock, and I guess she can have it every way she wants one. She saw us together here, baby; she knows we're fucking, and she accepts that. I thought she might blow up when she knew that you and I were making it, but she simply accepted it."
Sabrina kissed his throat. "I guess she's still a little bit smashed, just enough so that she doesn't give a damn. And maybe she's also giving you a show, like she promised when you guys were talking. Do you feel uncomfortable, lying here like this?"
Her daddy shook his head. "Uh-uh, baby. Seeing her like that, feeling your tight little snatch around my cock-I'm homier than I've ever been, even when I was a kid with nothing to do but jack off."
"I'll jack you off, daddy," Sabrina promised. "And I'll go down on you the right way, all the way. I'll do anything you ever dreamed about, everything you ever wanted. I adore you, daddy-and I love your prick, your balls, your belly, your ass-everything about you. Oh, it's so far out, having your come squishing around inside my pussy like this."
"Look," he breathed, "she's kissing the head of his cock now. She's really going to do it; I can see her tongue licking up and down his shaft, wet and pink against his brown prick."
Sabrina reluctantly backed her pussy from around her father's cock, letting it slide from the jealous grasp of her cunt lips with a sigh. She wiggled down his thighs, rubbing the oozing wetness of her snatch over his skin, pausing awhile to hunch it against one of his knees and grooving on the sensation. Looking up along the length of his body, she could see that he was deeply intent upon watching her mom eat Charlie.
It was very interesting to see those soft pink lips trailing up and down the boy's erect prick, to watch the red tongue darting, curling and fondling. And Charlie was really digging the trip, no longer a damned bit scared, but riding high, showing off some to the man whose wife was about to take his cock into her mouth.
And with a quick intake of breath, Michelle did it, suddenly drawing the entire cock head between her lips and holding it inside her mouth. Go ahead, Sabrina thought; there's nothing to learn, no trick to it; it's just like sucking a popsickle, only you want to make the popsickle feel good about it, too.
Then the words just popped out of her: "Use your tongue a lot, mom. Work it all over his knob, and suck back and forth."
Michelle didn't look her way, but Sabrina could see her mother's cheeks dip in, and knew that the woman was applying suction, that the tongue was massaging Charlie's bulb with loving affection. The boy moaned and hunched his pelvis up, sliding almost all of his brown prick up into her mouth, reaching far back with the stimulated cock head. Michelle cupped his balls in one hand, and stroked his lower belly with the other, her long red hair swinging down.
Sabrina nuzzled down into her father's hairy balls, licking at the wrinkled sack. When he quivered, she drew one of his testicles into her mouth, being very careful with it, for she knew how sensitive it was. Laving it with her tongue, she felt the marvelous little machine tremble, and gently exchanged it for the other one.
On the sofa, her mother was moving her head up and down, going into that stimulating rhythm that was much like fucking, and yet somehow different, somehow more intimate. Charlie was holding to that mass of scented red hair and rocking his narrow hips back and forth.
"She's really eating that kid's prick," her father breathed. "Michelle is sucking on it; my wife is loving that boy's cock with her mouth and tongue."
Curling her own tongue around the base of her daddy's shaft, Sabrina caressed his balls with her hand, and stroked the smooth inner parts of his thighs. She loved his hairiness, the thickly curling forest that covered his crotch and ran halfway up his belly. She kissed slowly up the pulsing rod, to tickle where the ultra-soft scar tissue grew; that he had been only a baby when some doctor circumcised him, she thought that it must have been painful even then. She could make up for all that now, tease him and fondle him into an overwhelming ecstasy that would make him forget everything else-even the vivid picture of his wife giving eager head to the black kid.
Her tongue played over his flanged cock head, tasting her father's sticky semen there, tantalizing the vibrant knob with all its tiny bumps and probing into its slit. His flavor was musky and honeyed, too; it was exciting, and she felt a new eagerness growing within the soaked walls of her cunt. Sabrina kissed her daddy's bulb, licked it over entirely, as her fingers moved up and down the bulging shaft, as her other hand played with his balls where a new ejaculation was being manufactured.
Howard's hands found her shoulders just as she opened her lips wide and sucked his knob into her mouth. Bigger than Charlie's, wider around, it filled her mouth, but she slid it over her tongue and as far back into the velvet chalice of her throat as she could force it without gagging. She held him firmly there, reveling in the feel of that special meat, in its taste and manly odor.
Man, how she loved that prick! She had thought that Charlie's hard young cock could give her all the pleasure she needed, but she had been wrong. This one was more arousing, inflaming her beyond belief because it was her own father's shaft, because her very life had once come spurting from its head in a shower of gluey juice. And because her mom had fucked it all these years, Sabrina admitted; now she was proving to Michelle and to her daddy that she was just as sexy, just as hot and womanly as his wife.
Maybe she was new at sex, but she could do everything any other female could, and be good at it. She was learning damned fast, and smiled around the surging pole of her daddy's rigid cock as she tickled it with her tongue and dipped her active cheeks in and out.
As she pumped her face up and down, Sabrina rolled her eyes to the right, and saw that Charlie was just about to get his nuts off. The boy was humping rapidly into her mom's greedy lips, his fingers tangled in that titian hair and his ass rolling. His blackly furred balls was leaping, and he was groaning.
"Oh, woman," Charlie panted. "Oh, white woman, you sure know how to eat cock-ahh, that's it baby; that's the way to go, honky chick-suck my prick hard, because I'm going to come, baby. I'm right with it, and I'm going to shoot off in your mouth, going to squirt my hot come right on down your throat-AHHH!"
Sabrina felt her father shudder, and knew that he was engrossed in watching his wife gulp at the jetting stream of Charlie's hissing semen he couldn't see, but knew damned well was filling her mouth with creamy juices. Sabrina gobbled more quickly at her daddy's cock head, redoubling the efforts of her tongue and siphoning, pulling, drawing. His balls contracted suddenly in her fingers, and his crotch churned to roll his knob around inside her hungry mouth.
"Mmm!" she groaned, wanting to mumble how much she loved her horny daddy, but unable to form words around the flexing knob in her mouth. Then his big hands clamped on each side of her head and he stroked his prick into her face, fucked her mouth as he might drive his cock home into a quivering pussy.
"Baby, baby!" he gritted. "Oh, Sabrina, you hot little bitch, you adorable little cocksucker-my own sweet daughter, my darling-take it, baby-take all your daddy's come!!"
Roaring, the stuff burst far back against her throat, and she swallowed rapidly to keep from choking. His semen was luxuriously thick and frothing; it was bubbling and oyster-like, and she drained it down her throat gleefully, sucking for more of the delicious fluid, trying to drain his prick all the way down to his overworked balls. She clenched her fingers around the root of his beloved prick and pulled, gnawing lightly upon the lower shaft with her teeth, her tongue always furiously busy.
Her father's grip loosened upon her head, and his hands fell limply away, but still she sucked, laving his oozing cock head, needing to siphon more of his savory juice into her stomach, wanting to devour him, to chew off his delectable cock and swallow that, too. But as he moaned and gasped, she relented and let up on him. Sliding his sucked-dry knob from her lips, she nuzzled her cheek against it and let her tiring tongue hang down into his balls.
In a way, she had gotten a cherry from her old man, she thought. Maybe some other chick had eaten his prick, but at least her mother never had. And even though she hadn't asked him, Sabrina had a good suspicion that her daddy had never truly gone down on Michelle, either. She would teach him how, by offering him the spicy little cup of her own avid pussy.
But not just yet, she knew; her father was pumped dry for the moment. She could feel his prick softening and going limp; he had emotionally exploded himself, releasing all the tensions and secret desires he had hidden over the frustrated years, and the backlash was something stunning. He would recover soon, Sabrina figured; she just had to give her new lover time to adjust to freedom.
Wriggling up his body, she lay on top of her daddy, kissing his mouth and running her tongue between his lips so that he could know the flavor of his own semen. Against his teeth, she said, "I love you, daddy. I love you not only as your daughter, but also as your lover, your new wife, your whore, your bitch. I'm your girl friend, your mistress, and I love you."
He stroked her heated flesh with great tenderness, his fingers lingering over the graceful curvings of her ass, as if he meant to learn the very texture of her skin pores there, adoring her with his hands. "I love you, too, Sabrina-more than you can ever know. You're so young and beautiful, and so damned passionate, everything I ever dreamed, all I ever wished for. Now I can fuck you, actually fuck the adorable little girl I've always worshipped and had so many hard-ons for. It's a magnificent feeling, baby."
"I want you to do it all to me," she murmured. "Climb on top and really bury that wonderful prick in my pussy; get behind me and feed me your meat dog fashion; I want you to eat my pussy until I come so many times that I just pass out."
He hugged her close, and she writhed her crotch against his pelvis. Remembering the other people in the room, she glanced over and saw her mother sitting up, saw Charlie lying flat with his legs out and his brown prick sagging at last. Their eyes met and held; Sabrina could see no jealousy in her mom, only a dawning comprehension and a sultry, lidded stare that said more than mere words could describe. Sabrina felt a flutter in her tummy, and realized that her mom also had plans for both her daddy and herself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Charlie was dressed, and stood uncertainly at the kitchen door. "Man, I hate to leave," he said. "I mean, nothing so crazy has ever happened to me, and I don't want to go home, but I guess I have to."
Her robe hanging open, Michelle went to the boy as Sabrina watched, to press her lush body against him and kiss him softly upon the mouth. Michelle said, "There's always tomorrow, darling. Well be here waiting for you; you know that. I owe you so much, Charlie."
He caressed the silken shapings of her ass and looked over her shoulder at her husband. "I-I thought I'd feel real funny, fucking a woman with her old man right there watching, but she turned me on so much with that deep, rich pussy that it was okay after awhile."
Howard splashed a drink into a glass. "You did just fine, kid. I didn't get to see you really pour the meat to my wife, the way I wanted, but it was great anyhow, seeing her go down on you like that. Michelle has always wanted a black cock, and now she's had one. But I know she wants more, so you hurry on back to us when you can."
Charlie shifted his feet as Michelle moved away from him. "Like, I just got to go home now. And when I think of what my parents would say, if they even got an idea that I've been screwing Mrs. Martinson and her daughter, too-well, I sure better keep it to myself. Good night, and-and thanks."
When he was gone, Michelle joined her husband in a drink, and Sabrina sipped at a glass of cold milk. They all had on robes, but they hadn't bothered to pull them together, so that she could see her father's prick hanging limply between his thighs, and catch intriguing glimpses of her mother's fabulous, red-haired snatch as the woman moved. Her daddy glanced often at her own silvery pussy, Sabrina noted, and opened her legs so that he might get a better view.
Michelle said, "Speaking of Charlie's parents-they're a fine, sexy looking couple, aren't they?"
Howard nodded. "There's where it is for you, Michelle. I imagine you've been subconsciously yearning to have that big guy between your legs; Charlie's old man, instead of the kid."
"Not instead of," Michelle answered, "but with; in addition to. Oh, it feels so good, to be able to talk about this, right out in the open."
And Sabrina said, "Mrs. Sylvester is a beautiful chick, too."
"Yeah," her father mused, "and I never got into a black cunt, either. I wonder if we can somehow work both of them into our little orgy. That long-legged brown woman walks like she's trying to keep her ass from jumping all over the place."
"I think we can manage something," Sabrina said. "I mean, we made it this far, didn't we?"
Her mother turned to look at her and said, "Thanks to you, baby. I'd never have had enough nerve, if you hadn't pushed me into screwing the boy-and I'm sure your father would never have done anything about his incestuous desires, either."
"Come here, baby," her daddy said, and she went over to climb up on his lap. She could feel his hairy crotch against the small cheeks of her ass, and leaned back against him as Howard put down his glass and cupped both her little breasts from behind.
"Just look at this terrific little body," he said, his warm breath tingling into her ear. "She's a miniature Venus, all lovely, smooth lines and so beautiful, so provocative. Michelle, you just wouldn't believe how snug and hot her tiny pussy is, but it's juicy, too. Our daughter can drive any man right out of his head. How did we ever produce such a gorgeous sexpot?"
Her mother smiled, her eyes going all hot and slightly. "Because we're both lucky. Oh, Howard, when I looked over and saw your prick sliding up into her pussy, I almost went out of my mind. It was so sensuous, so wild-my husband fucking our daughter. It made me come that much harder. And just think, now we have her all to ourselves. Tell me, darling-have you ever wondered what it would be like, to have two passionate, naked women climbing all over you?"
Howard caressed Sabrina's breasts, thumbing the swollen nipples tenderly, and she rotated her ass tenderly into his crotch, wishing that his cock would renew itself and rise again, so that she could clamp it between her thighs.
He said, "Maybe so; I might have dreamed something like that, but always knowing damned well that it would never come true-not unless I went out and hired a couple of whores. Even then it wouldn't be the same, because they'd be faking it."
Excitedly, Sabrina said, "Let us be your whores, daddy-except that we'll mean it."
"That's a lovely idea," her mother breathed. "Right after we take our baths, okay? I'd like for us all to start fresh and clean."
Sliding off her daddy's lap and giving a loving pat to his half-lifted cock, Sabrina hurried upstairs to shower. The hot water felt good upon her sensitive skin, and she soaped her pussy thoroughly, enjoying the slippery feel of her hand and the bubbles there. She was getting herself ready to be loved by her father, and this time, she would show him how to eat out her cunt. It would be a tremendous sensation, having his tongue drilling into her hot vagina, and she thought that this time, she would like to straddle his head and just sit down on his face.
She towelled her body quickly, and dusted a little powder over her flesh. Her mom had ideas, all right, and Sabrina wondered what was going to happen, just how her daddy would handle them both-take turns, maybe? She smiled then, because she suddenly realized that there was no reason he couldn't get them both at the very same moment. She could ride his face and her mom could ride his prick; that way, they'd both get their goodies, and he would, too.
Sabrina was trembling all over when she left the bathroom and sped down the hallway to her parents' bedroom. That was where it would happen, she knew; at last, she would share that bed where her daddv had poured the prick to her mom countless times. She'd really be one with them now.
Michelle was already stretched upon the big bed, and the room was scented with her mother's lovely presence. Sabrina went running to the bed and jumped on it, making the ripe globes of her mom's tits jiggle up and down. "Is dad still bathing?"
Soft arms slid around her, and she was drawn to her mother's luxurious flesh, pressed lovingly to the pale, milky skin so finely textured and so warm. Sabrina felt the thrusting of the pink nipples, urgent and thick, and couldn't keep herself from snuggling her face into the cleft between them. Somehow, her hands climbed up, and before she realized it, Sabrina was mouthing one of those delectable tips while she fondled both rich mounds.
Her mom stroked her back, and lightly, teasingly, soft fingers kissed along her ass, delicately into the crack. Their cunts were together then, surging powerfully against one another, and a hot, freaky thrill went skyrocketing through Sabrina's straining body.
"Oh, yes," Michelle murmured, "suck your mommy's tit, darling. Chew my nipple as you used to do when you were only a baby-ahh, that feels so fantastic!"
Sabrina's crotch heaved and stroked as she tried to get her small pussy inside her mother's bigger, riper snatch. There was a special thrill to rubbing her labia into Michelle's, and she could feel an occasional flare of extreme sensitivity when her clitoris came into contact with her mom's swollen one.
It was like fucking, especially when Michelle spread her plump thighs wide open and cupped her hands powerfully around Sabrina's ass, humping her crotch upward.
Sabrina thrust back, plowing her tiny vulva into Michelle's steamy pussy, trying to rub their clits together at every stroke, and she reveled in the feel of her mother's legs around her, in the crushing of those magnificent tits and the slick feel of their bellies moving. She licked hotly at one nipple, then the other, and worked her hands around under the abundant cheeks of her mom's silky smooth ass. They really worked at it then, screwing each other, twisting their crotches fiercely together and pumping them back and forth.
It was terrific, and she began to realize why Charlie had gone ape over getting into her mother's fabulous snatch; she wished she had a prick of her own, so she could plumb the scalding, juicy depths, so she could feel that marvelous sheath close tightly over her meat like a velvet fist. But it was good this way, too, and Sabrina seesawed vigorously, building the sweet pressure around her clit and knowing the anxious tremble of her vagina.
"Ahh!" Michelle cried out, holding her tighter and hammering that forested snatch into hers, jamming it demandingly hard. "Ahh, my little baby, my adorable little girl-oohh! We're making it, Sabrina-we're making it-I'm going to come, darling. Are you?"
"Y-yes!" Sabrina sobbed as the heat spread from her loins and clawed burning into her lower belly. "Oh, yes, mommy-I'm coming-coming, too!"
It was a wild, hot-flashing roman candle going off inside her fluttering pussy, and Sabrina rode the bursting waves madly, twisting her cunt against her mother's, bucking and lurching.
When the foaming tide finally ebbed, she collapsed upon that plush and loving body, wrapped closely-oh, more closely than ever before-into her mother's slippery flesh. Pulses racing, Sabrina lay quietly with her eyes closed, breathing in the exotic scent so heady against her nostrils and sweet to her lips.
She could go into that superb pussy, Sabrina realized; she could feel its velvet depths and know the taste of it, the quivering of the vaginal walls as they contracted and loosened, the leaping of that large clitoris when the orgasm was reached. Her eyes popped open, and she was barely conscious of the figure of her naked father moving in from the bathroom to stand beside the bed. Sabrina knew he was there, but that was all; there was something much more important beating at her senses now-the knowledge that she was about to go down on her own mother's honeyed cunt.
Slipping down the supine, panting body, Sabrina licked at both breasts before drawing her mouth down the flesh of the rib cage, and hesitated there for a long, teasing moment as a new idea flashed into her head. Trailing her tongue back up, she angled her face to one side and burrowed her mouth suddenly into the clean-shaven armpit. Driving her tongue into its yielding softness, she could feel the tiny hairs just under the surface of the skin, and taste the sharp sweetness of her mom's sweat.
Michelle heaved and contorted her body, jerking uncontrollably at the wild tantalizing, and Sabrina relented, but only to drop her mouth a few inches and bite her mother gently above the hipbone.
The woman arched and gasped, and Sabrina slid her hungry lips across the tremulous belly, finding the deep dimple of the navel and screwing her tongue down into the little hollow. Michelle groaned, and her hips and pelvis surged, and Sabrina felt her mother's hands stroking her hair.
Her body was thrumming like a plucked guitar string, and her heart was running away. She could scent the sultry miasma that arose from her mom's titian-haired pussy, and the humid odor drove her crazy. Sabrina didn't probe the lavish pussy hairs, didn't rub her cheek into the beckoning delight of that palpitating mound. She was too excited, too keyed up for any further preliminaries.
Plunging her face between her mother's rounded white thighs, she opened her mouth wide and tried to cover the entire rippling mound with her lips. It was like a juicy orange, or a slice of hot melon, all sugared and deliciously tempting, and Sabrina moaned with delight as she buried her mouth into the rubbery cunt lips.
Michelle ground up and around, smearing the flame of her mature snatch over the girl's chin and nose, and Sabrina burrowed her tongue deeply into her mom's vagina, stretching it, reaching as far up into that savory hole as she possibly could. She felt the slippery velvet, knew the caress of oiled satins, and nibbled at the greased silks, loving it, worshipping it.
Sucking hard, Sabrina pulled the lining of that succulent cunt into her mouth and raked it tenderly with her teeth, drinking down the enchanted juices, swallowing them as she had gulped her daddy's sizzling come.
Michelle churned and twisted, and Sabrina worked her deft tongue up beneath the protective folding of the clitoral hood to discover the vibrating nubbin awaiting her caresses. She drove demandingly against It, lapped it, curled her tongue over and around the substitute prick before sucking it between her teeth and worrying it.
"Oh, lord!" Michelle groaned. "Oh-you're killing me! I-I can't take it, darling-it's so wonderful, so unbelievable-ooh! Howard-Howard-our daughter is driving me crazy-she's eating her mommy's hot pussy and driving it insane! Ah! Oh! Oohh-you fantastic little bitch-"
Gobbling now, Sabrina tried to really eat her mom's succulent cunt, tried to devour it, siphoning and drawing, grinding her teeth into the clinging juiciness and gulping, sucking. Her own small pussy was steaming, flexing as if she also was about to come, and she was rolling her trim ass back and forth as she rested upon her knees with her head shoved between Michelle's glorious thighs.
She flinched when she felt something touch her crotch from behind, and trembled furiously as she realized that her father was sliding his swollen prick along her pulsing mound, that he had both hands braced upon the delicate cheeks of her ass and was feeling with his cock head for the entrance of her blazing snatch. She had to help him, so she let go her mom's undulating ass and reached back between her own legs to grip that stiff meat. Steering the flanged knob upward, she wriggled blindly until she could feel the blunt tip settle into her cunt lips.
Then Sabrina drove downward, never letting up for a moment upon her mother's churning pussy, and when her daddy shoved up, his eager pole slid inch by inch into the narrow confines of her avid young hole. It slipped up and up, filling her belly from this different angle, until she thought the bal looned cock head might push right through her body. But she took it all, absorbed every bit of that magic shaft into her flexing snatch, until she felt the heavy sack of his balls swing against the backs of her thighs and knew she had all of him buried to the hilt inside her cunt.
Michelle's scream was brittle and tortured: "Coming-I'm coming-COMING!"
Her crotch hammered greedily into Sabrina's suctioning mouth, and the woman clenched her daughter's head between strong thighs as her passion reached the maddened peak of its intensity.
And behind Sabrina, thrusting slowly, steadily into her small pussy, her father said, "My two beautiful bitches; my two horny sluts-you're wonderful. Sabrina baby; this tight little box-ahh, it grips my cock like a hundred wet rubber bands, squeezes on my meat-the sweetest, most adorable little-girl pussy int he world."
Busily draining the additional flow of juices from her mom's throbbing cunt, Sabrina couldn't answer him, but she rolled her ass to thrill him more, feeling the strength of his club passing back and forth across her clit, feeling the spongy-hard cock head bumping her womb, and it was perfect, perfect. She was joined to them both, blended with and into the two people she loved most.
She was the connection between them, feeding their new passions, joining them as never before, her hot and sinuous young body touching off flames they hadn't known within their subconscious depths. Riding the big, heavy piston of her daddy's cock, Sabrina reveled in the matchless intimacy of knowing her mother's pussy and her father's prick at the same time.
Grinding back upon him, she nibbled at Michelle's shuddering labia, darting her tongue deeply to find the retreated clitoris so it could be stimulated into orgasm once more. She wanted to just keep eating her mom's wonderful snatch, wanted to just keep sliding up and down upon her daddy's stiff meat, forever and ever. She humped and wriggled in her own particular kind of paradise.
But her father was getting to her, the lunging of his thick root beginning to flare bright hot sparks into her seething vagina, and she lifted her smeared face from her mother's steaming cunt to gasp for air. Michelle's thighs fell open, and Sabrina flinched with every stroke her daddy made into her boiling little pussy.
"Baby, baby, baby," he chanted. "My beautiful, hot-assed girl, fucking her daddy, riding her daddy's big, hard prick-oh, baby, baby-here it is, darling! I'm letting it all go inside your tiny cunt!"
The deluge spewed within her, a thick spray of his jetting semen, a creamy rain that splashed over her cervix and flooded the lining of her vagina. A pulse beat later, Sabrina came with him, and her cunt turned itself into a bubbling cauldron.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Somehow, she wasn't at all tired, but Sabrina was hungry, and made sandwiches in the kitchen, more than enough for all of them. There was an all-pervading warmth in her body, a relaxed calmness that overlay a deep excitement that she knew she would never lose now. There were so many sensual paths to wander, so much experimenting yet to do, and new sensitive areas to discover within her own body, and tlhe bodies of those she loved.
They joined her at the breakfast counter, not wearing robes now, not trying to hide the beauty of their flesh, but learning to be proud of its nakedness. Like Sabrina, her mother and father were ravenous, and ate hugely to replace the energy they had been burning. There wasn't much conversation at first, and that was okay; Sabrina contented herself by feasting her eyes upon them, this magnificently constructed woman so full and rounded, that man so strong and hairy. She wanted to do it all for them, to thrill them both, make them climb the walls, make them come, over and over again.
Had it been only such a short time ago that Sabrina had been a cherry, an anxious virgin fearful of going ahead with what all her body cried out to her to do? She shook her head; that frightened kid had vanished with the first thrusting of Charlie's stiff cock, gone forever when his knob broke through her hymen and her pussy enfolded it from tip to root. It didn't matter to her that he was black; she hadn't even thought of him that way. A white prick would have done just as well.
But her mother was fascinated by the very idea of a black shaft probing that rich, mellow snatch; some hang-up left over from her childhood, Sabrina supposed. That was all right, too. Daddy agreed to it, and was stimulated by his wife's fucking another guy, any other guy, so all the barrier were down. There was no block to oral sex, either. Sabrina had known the milky bursting of her father's semen within her mouth, and she had tasted the flowing juices of her mother's treasured cunt. It was still left for both of them to go down on her, but she was certain that would happen before long, and would welcome that kind of intimate loving when it came.
"I feel as if I'm sitting around in a very nice dream," her daddy said, and got up to pour brandy into coffee cups. Sabrina watched the way his limp and heavily-used cock hung down, flipping back and forth against his thigh when he walked. She adored that shaggy patch of hair that grew so thickly in his crotch, furring his temporarily depleted balls and marching up his belly to his navel. It felt so wonderful over her lips and against her teeth.
"A dream," Howard repeated, "erotic and forbidden and supposedly dirty. As a kid, I used to have those dreams, very bright and vivid, and would wake up squirting come into the sheets."
"Such a waste of lovely semen," Michelle said, toasting him with her coffee royal. "We'll see to it that you don't waste any more. And women dream, too, you know. I guess I wouldn't admit mine to anyone, and tried to hide them from myself. But now I don't have to; I can live them all, and I couldn't be happier doing it."
Howard sipped his laced coffee and said, "We owe it all to our lovely, passionate daughter here. She's our high priestess of sex, much wiser than we were, and so damned sensual, so beautiful that just seeing her little tits lift and fall makes my cock start to swell all over again, even though I've fucked more in the past few hours than I did in months, before."
Clearing away the dishes, Sabrina said, "It's better with the three of us, so that nobody gets left out. I never felt so whole, so alive, as when I was eating out mom's delicious pussy while your hard prick was sliding inside mine. It was as if I was connecting us, tying us together. And there are other ways we can do that, but we don't have to do anything, any particular way; that makes it great, too."
"I know what you mean," her mother said, leaning back upon the leather stool with a movement that brought her fine, round breasts in more stark relief, stretching the textured skin across the ripe globes and thrusting the pink nipples forward. "I never even suspected myself of wanting to make love with my own daughter, much less any other woman, but when our bodies came together, I just couldn't resist-nor did I want to."
"So we just let go," Sabrina said, "and wasn't it terrific?"
Her mom reached across the counter and rolled Sabrina's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. "Yes, and I want to do it to you, darling, get my face in between those darling, slender thighs and taste my little girl's beautiful pussy."
"Well have to line up," Howard said, climbing off the stool with his cock beginning to rise, to lift its reddish knob eagerly. "Because I want to do that, too. I want to eat you both, and fuck you both, changing over, back and forth, until I just can't move anymore-but I hope that will be a long, long time off."
"Come on, then." Michelle said. "There's still a lot of this magic night left to us, and if it isn't enough, there's always tomorrow. Nothing can be more important than what we have going."
Sabrina followed them up the stairs, watching her father's bare and muscular ass, seeing his club continue to grow so that it stood out before his belly like a miniature flagpole. She eyed her mom's undulating ass more closely, enjoying the sexy play of the soft, gorgeous cheeks, the graceful sway and rolling of them. By the time they reached the bedroom that they would probably share from now on, Sabrina could feel the excitement wiggling deep within the dampening confines of her pussy, and knew the sweet ache of her breast tips, a trembling in her crotch.
Inside the room, her parents took her by each hand, and led her to the waiting bed, that bed that had already been warmed by their entwined passions, the tumbled sheets that still held the essences of their bodies. But when Sabrina climbed up on it, she scooted back against the headboard and said, "Daddy, please lie down on your back. Yes, that's it. Oh, your cock really looks gorgeous, standing up straight like that, with the head all shiny. Momwould you like to go down on it, or take it into your cunt?"
Michelle smiled and settled upon the bed beside her husband. "I'd like to do both, but your father only has the one prick, so I guess I'll just have to change back and forth, for as long as he can hold out."
Sabrina slid forward on her knees, placing one of them at each side of her daddy's head, and looked down into his expectant face.
"That'll be great, baby," Howard breathed. "What a view of your fabulous little pussy I'm getting from here-that silvery, silken cunt hair, and the tiny pink lips glistening with dew. I'm going to eat it up."
Looking down the length of his broad body, Sabrina saw her mother moving over to straddle it. Michelle caressed the hard meat with both hands, fondling it with obyious adoration before setting herself above the glowing bud. Her crotch was poised over the leaking tip, and her belly was already rippling with anticipation.
She said to Sabrina, "Shall we time it together?"
"Okay," Sabrina said, and began to lower her body toward her father's open mouth. She brought her crotch down gently, slowly, and writhed at the first tentative touch of his tongue against her mound. She would have liked him to start by licking her all over, by drawing a wet and tingling path over every inch of her taut flesh, but there would always be time for that slow foreplay, later. Now she urgently needed her pussy eaten out, and brought the pulsing vulva down against his lips, trapping his head between her thighs.
Her mother squirmed, fitting the swollen cock head into her torrid cunt lips, the thick matting of pubic hair giving way to expose the scarlet labia writhing avidly. As her daddy's teeth pushed against her pussy lips, as his thick tongue reached up into the tremulous sheathing of her diminutive vagina, Sabrina watched his prick slide up into her mom's snatch. Michelle brought her shapely ass down, his shaft disappearing into her humid slit, until her mattressed crotch was nestled against his pelvis.
Flinching at the exploratory probing of her father's active tongue, Sabrina rocked gently back and forth upon his face, feeling the touch of his nose into the cleft of her ass and knowing the pressure of his cheek. It was a marvelous sensation, having him sucking upon her cunt, for now he was pulling all the small mound into his mouth, drawing hard upon her lubricating fluids and nipping it tenderly.
She ground delicately into his mouth, thrilling at the sliding of his teeth, cradling his head between her thighs and humping easily, lasciviously, when his tongue drilled upward to find and tease her throbbing clitoris. Her daddy was eating her; her father was chewing and lapping into her flaming pussy; his hands were gripping the cheeks of her ass and spreading them, so he could burrow deeper into the juicy envelope of her vagina, and Sabrina writhed happily as the wondrous pressure began to build up.
She heard her mother groan, and blinked to see Michelle rotating that lush ass voluptuously upon Howard's embedded shaft. Leaning forward, Sabrina reached out and caught her mother's hands, twining her fingers with the older woman's. They tilted toward each other, their lips damply shining, their eyes locked. When they kissed, Sabrina thrust her tongue hungrily into her mom's mouth, and was rewarded by the greedy coiling of Michelle's tongue striking back. Their teeth clashed, and their lips were hotly mobile. Somehow, their hands had gotten untangled, and they were caressing each other's tits as they kissed.
As Sabrina swivelled her hips, her daddy's tongue tormented her leaping clit. Michelle swirled her velvet pussy around the man's stiff meat. They shared him while they were also sharing each other, bound together in a circle of lust and love. Wiggling, pumping her snatch into her dad's siphoning mouth, Sabrina felt the blooming of the dark flower within her pussy, felt the radiance of its unfolding petals reaching hotly throughout her lower body.
"C-coming!" Michelle hissed, jamming her crotch up and down upon her husband's submerged pole. "Oh, I'm coming!" Her searing breath broke against Sabrina's teeth.
She bit her mother's lips, holding to them with her teeth while Michelle jerked and heaved, while the woman's plush cunt went wild upon the man's thrusting club. Her own orgasm went off inside Sabrina's firing snatch like a bomb, and liquid fire sprayed through her as her clit vibrated furiously. Clenching her father's head savagely between her legs, she seesawed upon his mouth, wanting him to chew her cunt, to gulp it, swallow it. She wanted him to cannibalize her.
The smashing waves subsided, even though her loving daddy was still licking at her clitoris and delving into her sheath. Sabrina could have easily pivoted her crotch and swayed herself to at least another climax, but she wanted to experience different sensations, to explore other avenues of erotic pleasure. So she lifted her dripping little snatch from her father's mouth and came to her knees, trembling there as her mom leaned back and gave a few more flips of her cunt.
Staring down into her daddy's face, Sabrina thought he hadn't come yet, that he had somehow managed to hold back his ejaculation while giving his wife a tremendous orgasm. He was saving his semen for something else, reserving that sweet load for the next coupling between them.
Michelle raised her belly, and his reddened, greasy shaft slipped from the clutch of her steaming pussy. Panting, Michelle crawled to one side, and it was inevitable that Sabrina should move toward her. She stretched out and rolled onto one side, with the upper leg bent at the knee. Her mother kissed up the length of the supine one, her lips eager and her breath playing hotly over Sabrina's skin.
The woman's mouth moved up Sabrina's thigh, and she winced at the sweet torture of a new tongue, a new set of lips teasing at the joining of her hip and thigh. Michelle played her tongue into the dampened pubic hair, then along the slippery lips of the quivering pussy, and Sabrina rolled her head from side to side.
There was her daddy's handsome face, very close. His lips eased over to hers, and their tongues blended in rapture as he gave her the flavors of her own snatch. She thought that her mother's juices were sweeter.
Then Michelle was into her crack, drilling deeply and nibbling, nuzzling and working her lips, pushing her teeth. Shivering, Sabrina felt something else, a thing entirely new and freaky. Her mom was gently and carefully working the tip of one finger into Sabrina's asshole. She gasped, and her father took his mouth from hers, to lower it for one of her rigid nipples. He sucked there while Michelle sucked at her cunt, and slipped that fingertip into the very tight tube of her anus. It felt crazy, a new thrill there, as if a thin cock was penetrating her from behind, and her clit leaped against her mother's lapping, caressing tongue.
Howard let go of her tit and moved down her belly, his mouth hungry upon her trembling flesh, and Sabrina arched wildly as she felt him crowding his face in beside her mother's, as she knew the additional pressure of his tongue. Both of them were eating at her inflamed pussy then, their tongues meeting slippery and hot, fighting over her clitoris.
Clawing at the rumpled sheets, Sabrina panted and writhed, her pelvis churning and her body twisting frantically. The pressure inside her asshole, the demanding lance of their tongues, the gulping, eating-and their hands cupping, fondling every part of her body they could reach.
"I-I'm dying!" she shrieked. "Mommy, daddy-oh, you're killing me-both of you eating my pussy at the same time-ahh! Darlings, you beautiful father and mother, you horny parents-ahh! Ahh! C-coming-I'm coming again!"
A multicolored fountain erupted deep within the rippling walls of her cunt, and cascades of light showered forth from her clit. Sabrina's tensed body strained, then whipped back and forth in animal, serpentine movements as the orgasm blew her mind. A million electrical circuits shorted out, and her nerve ends went off like so many firecrackers. She heaved and shook, trying to get away from the un bearable ecstasy, but they kept gnawing at her feverish pussy, continued to lick and suck.
She came again and again, her head thrown back and the tendons of her throat standing out like cords, hissing between locked teeth. The rapture was exquisitely painful, a sweet torture that threatened to rip out her vagina. Her asshole clenched fiercely upon the finger embedded there, and Sabrina began to sob.
They released her then, and her mom's finger slid from her tube. As they lifted their faces and kissed their dripping mouths, Sabrina fell back upon the bed, her chest rising and falling as she fought for more breath. Bright, hot sparks still flared here and there within her snatch, and she was dizzy, not really in the world, but floating somewhere far out in a rosy, starshot space.
She drifted for what seemed like a long time, and when she could refocus her eyes at last, she made out her mother's red lips just closing over the distended, oozing head of her father's prick.
CHAPTER NINE
Sabrina awoke slowly, coming alert a single part at a time, and blinked up at a different ceiling then she was used to. Then she realized that she wasn't in her own room, that she was in bed with her father and mother in the master bedroom. They slept quietly, one upon each side of her, and it was well into the morning already, according to the little clock on the nightstand.
Moving her arms carefully, so as not to disturb them, she stretched and yawned. It was almost enough to simply he between their naked bodies like this, knowing that she was a more vital part of their lives now, equally needed by them. But there had been more-oh, so much more.
Her father: she had fucked him time and again, once downstairs in the living room when she had climbed on top and ridden him like a big-dicked pony, and again up here, when he had mounted her from behind, as if she was a bitch dog in panting heat-which she had been. She had sucked him off and known the fabulous pumping of his rich come as it purled down her throat. He had eaten her pussy, sharing that wild, crazy moment with her mom.
Her mother: ah, the beautiful Michelle; in a weird fashion, she had fucked her, too; she'd gone down to taste that fantastic, velvety snatch, and Michelle had devoured her own pussy in turn. Could there be more? There had been that far-out thing of having a fingertip eased into her asshole, and it made Sabrina wonder if she cOuld possibly take a prick up there, too. Not her dad's; that was too fat, but she just might be able to get Charlie's slender tool up her tube.
Poor Charlie Sylvester; he had been alone practically all night, while she and her parents were having that marvelous orgy. Of course, he had had some great fucking from her mom before he had to go hack home, but he'd probably been thinking of them when he went to bed. Maybe he had jacked off.
Sighing, she slipped cautiously down to the foot of the bed, then tiptoed across the thick carpet and out the door. Turning right to her own bedroom, Sabrina went into the bath to pee, then to clean herself up. After brushing her teeth vigorously, she climbed into the shower and soaped down her still sensitive body.
She thought about Charlie, and wished that the guy could spend the entire night with them. It would be a real blast, having him mix in with her mom and dad and herself, fucking and sucking the way they had. Sabrina knew that her mom would dig it, that Michelle would always be intensely attracted to a black prick.
His cock couldn't be as dark as his old man's, though. Charlie's daddy was a huge man, and his cock ought to match his size. Bradford Sylvester was really black, his skin like midnight velvet, with a powerful chest and rolling muscles. And his prick would be ebony, too. Sabrina turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to dry herself with a fresh towel. Bradford ought to get a chance to screw her mother, but that posed a new problem: how would they get him to do it?
Now that Michelle was turned on, it should be fairly simple for her to seduce the guy, whenever an opportunity came up. But that was it; they couldn't just wait around for luck.
Her mother was bigger and more mature; Michelle was sexier and more beautiful, too; but Sabrina had noticed one thing-how her daddy seemed to be hornier for her than for her mom. Not that there could be any jealousy; it might be just because he had a thing for fucking his own daughter. But it also could be that guys his age really dug putting their meat into very young chicks. If that was so, then Sabrina would have a good shot at getting Bradford to screw her, and she could always make the opportunity.
Suppose the big man turned her down, or backed off because she was supposedly underage? It was up to her to see that he didn't, to come on so hot and strong, he couldn't duck away. If he had balls, she could do it; she was that certain of herself and her sexual prowess now.
First, there was Charlie; she had to put things right with her original lover. Slipping into cutoffs and a tee shirt, Sabrina hurried downstairs and made herself an omlette with toast, chasing the food with two cups of cocoa. Then, patting her tummy, she went out onto the back porch. Just as she'd thought, and hoped, there was Charlie, leaning against the fence and looking down in the mouth. He brightened when he saw her, and came trotting over.
"Hi," he said. "Didn't think you were ever getting up."
She greeted him with a quick, but passionate kiss, crushing her tits into his chest and thinking how slim he was, compared to her father, held this way.
"Did you have a bad night, darling?" she asked.
Charlie grunted as he stepped back and looked nervously over his shoulder. "Man-I had a hell of a time getting to sleep. I kept thinking of you and your mother over here, and what your old man must be doing to you both. You know, I feel a little funny, in the daytime, like none of it really happened, like I never got into your mom's soft, deep pussy, or she never went down on me and ate my prick."
"I know how you feel," Sabrina said. "I keep thinking that I'm going to wake up and still be cherry."
Grinning, Charlie said, "No chance, baby. Hey-what happened last night while I wasn't here?"
They sat together on the porch steps, and Sabrina told him, going into detail about how she gave head to her mom while her dad put it to her from behind, and by the time she'd gotten around to describing the action both of them did to her, both of them licking and sucking, Charlie was squirming, and she could see a bulge in his pants.
She asked, "Who's home over at your house?"
"Just my old man; he's on vacation. My mother went shopping, and that means she won't be home until late; why?"
"Well," Sabrina said slowly, "I figured out that if you're ever going to get to spend the whole night with us over here, we have to bring your folks into it, one by one."
Charlie whistled. "Hey! That scares the shit out of me, but I see what you mean. Man, to think of staying all night with you, fucking you and Michelle both, with your dad digging it all."
"And it would do my mom a lot of good," Sabrina went on, "to get another cock in her-a big, black one. Not that she doesn't got for your nice, brown shaft, but I know she has this hang-up on really black meat. So, after I get your dad to stick me, I can offer him Michelle, too. That way, he won't get uptight about your mom getting laid; he'll be getting two for one."
Charlie's shaft strained against his pants, and he swallowed noisily. "My mother? Oh, wow, wow; that would mean-oh, man, that would mean sooner or later-"
"You'd get between those long, graceful legs," Sabrina pointed out. "Just think, Charlie, you'd have the chance to pack your meat up into your own mom's pussy. I can tell you that fucking your parents is wild, man; it does something to you that fucking anybody else doesn't. I mean, screwing you is terrific, Charlie, but when my father starts pushing his cock head up into my snatch, I go right out of my head. Think about it, Charlie."
"I am," the boy whispered. "I have been, for two-or three years now-about banging my mother, I mean. She's a foxy chick, all right, all long and lean and wiggly; and I know it's not just her fine looks, either. She moans and yells a little and shakes the whole bed when my old man puts the blocks to her. Once, just once, I got to see them make it; that was last year, before you and me starting feeling up each other."
Sabrina was interested. "Was it freaky, watching them?"
"I was scared, but I damned near came in my pants, anyhow. I sneaked around to their window, where I'd fixed the curtains so I could see a little. They thought I was long gone, and when I saw them, it looked like they were tied together. I mean, he had his arms around her from behind and they were both bare-assed, but they walked funny, and I pretty soon saw why. There was his great big cock head, sticking out past her pussy hair; my dad had his prick bent down and pushed through between her thighs, and they were walking around like that. He had a tit in each hand, too."
"Mmmn," Sabrina purred, picturing the scene, seeing Charlie crouching in the alley and squeezing down upon his throbbing cock while he spied upon his parents.
"Yeah," Charlie continued, his eyes shining. "They got on the bed and she rolled over. They must have been real hot to trot, because they didn't fool around with each other much; maybe they'd already been playing around before they got to the bedroom. Anyhow, there she was, with those long, crazy legs spread wide, and there he was, in between them on his knees, holding onto that giant cock."
"Giant?" Sabrina asked.
"Believe it, baby. He's hung like you have to see, before you believe, big as me and your old man put together. I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd have thought he could rip my mother wide up with that huge cock. But like I said, they didn't mess around; she was so hot she was wiggling all over the bed, that fine brown body shining like it had lights in the skin. So daddy just put that big cock head into her fuzzy cunt and shoved. It went right on up inside her pretty pussy, and I mean, they really gave each other a far-out fucking. I jacked off outside, my eyes glued to that window pane."
"I'll bet," Sabrina breathed. "And I'll bet you split right away, too."
"Damned right," Charlie agreed. "They were still balling when I cut on out; I didn't want to get caught. Besides, it seemed kind of unreal to me, know what I mean?"
Sabrina nodded. "I felt like that, seeing my mom and dad make it, like it wasn't really happening. Now both of us know better, so tell me-what do you think I can do to make your father fuck me?"
The boy shook his head. "Most anything, I guess. I figure he's getting him some other meat on the side, already. And my mother-well, she stays out a long time, shopping. I don't think either of them are uptight. But Sabrina, you're so little; your pussy is so small and tight. Maybe his big old cock will hurt you"
"I don't think so," she said. "I remember reading that a woman's vagina can stretch and stretch. Even if he does hurt me a little, that'll be okay. Look, darling-why don't you go on into my house and slip up the stairs? Maybe they're still in bed, and you can fuck Michelle, or take turns with Howard. She might work on both of you, eating one while the other cock is up her hot cunt."
He squeezed his stiff rod, hidden in his pants. "Yeah, I'll try that. Good luck, baby."
She brushed at her hair and watched him go into the kitchen, then walked around the house and down the street to the Sylvester home, feeling very excited and aroused. A giant cock, Charlie said; little chills scampered up and down her spine as she turned into the gate.
She touched the buzzer, waited, and touched it again, her heartbeat matching the heavy steps that were approaching the door. Sabrina forced herself to be cool. It was difficult, when the hi" man looked down on her, towering above her like that.
"Hi, Mr. Sylvester. Is Charge home?"
"No," the man said, his voice deep and musical. "He split right after his mother went out."
"May I come in and wait?" Sabrina asked, brushing past him as he stood in the doorway and making certain that he felt the sliding of her hip.
"Hey," Bradford said, "I don't know-that kid may not be home for a long time, and you don't want to hang around-"
She dropped into a chair and let her thighs fall open, pushed out her breasts and wished they were bigger. But she knew he could see the outline of her hardened nipples, and watched him take a good look at the crotch of her tight cutoffs. Sabrina stretched out her legs and shifted her hips. "I don't mind. I like being around older guys; I figure they can always teach me something."
He looked away from her legs, but his eyes hesitated at her young, round-apple tits. "And I figure you and my kid are teaching each other some things, right?"
She was getting to him; the young chick baiting the older man, making him think of the years past, and maybe about all the chances he had missed to slide his hard cock into girlish cunts. Sabrina tilted up her chin. "Some things, but not all."
"Well," that rhythm and blues voice said, "you both pretty young; you got time."
"So have you," Sabrina purred, those kitten-paw chills going pitter-patter up and down her back again, "time to make up for anything you might have missed."
His eyes were black as the inside of a rain cloud, and he focused them sharply upon hers. "Hey, little girl, you're coming on pretty strong. Maybe you just feeling around, playing games."
She had to make some move that would convince him, so Sabrina caught the bottom of her tee shirt and peeled it off over her head. She felt the air upon her naked breasts, and heard the intake of the big man's breath as he saw them exposed.
"Little-girl tits," she murmured, hooking her fingers into the top of her cutoffs, "but they're kind of nice, aren't they? Little white tits, honky tits. And if you dig them, man-here's something else for you: look how close to white the hair on my young snatch is."
With that, she eeled sinuously out of her cutoffs and kicked them away, spreading her thighs to give him an open view of her silvery pubic hair and the pink lips nestling so cutely just below the silken netting.
Bradford Sylvester stood very still, his eyes intent upon her pussy, raking the doll-like body, touching the nubile breasts.
She squirmed in the chair. "I'm not a cherry. I've already been fucked by your son, but now I want to feel how you do it."
Rumbling deep in that massive chest, he said, "You know what you getting into, girl?"
"It's what you're getting into that counts," she answered. "I'll bet I have the tightest, hottest little pussy you ever felt."
Bradford moved then, kicking out of his shoes and tearing away his shirt. He was unzipping his pants as he stalked to the door and locked it, and when he turned back to her, her eyes went wide at the sight of his cock. Giant, Charlie said, and he hadn't been kidding; that huge black prick was a real monster, bulging thick and long, the flanged head gleaming like an ebony ball.
"You want to get fucked, that's what will happen," he said, moving toward her. "Look at this big black meat, little girl; you think you can get all this inside your baby pussy?"
Sabrina swallowed, then said bravely, "I'll sure as hell try."
Laughing, he bent and scooped her up in his arms, cradling her against his naked body. He was so big, and his skin was velvet, with only a sprinkling of very curly hair in the center of his chest. He carried her down a short hall, and she could feel that swollen cock head against the cheeks of her trembling ass. Bradford lowered her to the bed gently, and as she trembled there, he put a hand under the small of her back so that he could lift her ass and slide a pillow under the cheeks.
"So you'll be open more," he said. "I don't want to damage that sweet little cunt. And to make sure you get all juicy, first I'm going to eat that young white pussy."
It was like being covered by a mountain, she thought, and gave herself up to the feeling of being conquered, of being dominated completely.
Her entire breast was pulled into the hot cavern of his mouth, and his tongue drowned her aching nipple. His big hand was gentle upon her mound, and she lifted against its palm, wiggling when he set a finger into her labia, grinding on it as it slid up into her sheath. She wanted him to ram that massive cock into her without mercy, needed him to drive it up her vagina with all his brute strength, and the urgency made her hips swing like a pendulum, her belly beg for the inner ravaging.
But Bradford mouthed on down her twisting body, even as she reached blindly for his expanded prick and missed. Fiercely, his face jammed between her veed thighs, and he ate hungrily at her snatch. His tongue was thicker than his son's cock, she thought dizzily, and he used it like a thrusting prick, working it back and forth inside her pliant snatch. He didn't suck on her pussy, and she remembered that he wanted her to be slippery, to be well oiled for his big shaft.
Sabrina came with a dazzling burst of rapture, arching her back and digging her heels into the bed. Everyone ate pussy a little differently, she thought, and with his man, it was like riding a curling, twisting cock. Shivering and bucking, she ground her nest into his mouth, and moaned when he took it away.
Her eyelids fluttering, she looked down to see him using one hand to aim that immense cock head into her mound, and flinched when he rubbed it up and down her labia. The black man was wetting down that bulging knob, making it greasy, so it would work into her tight box.
"Little girl," he said throatily, "your pussy feels like eiderdown, so soft and slick. I'll take it easy, and if my prick hurts you, let me know."
"Y-you won't hurt me," she whispered, spreading her legs as wide as she could, rocking back upon the pillow beneath her ass so that her pelvis lifted up at him.
"Damn," he said, "but you're really something else, kid. Okay, hang on."
His cock head was spongy, but she could sense the iron core of it when Bradford edged the blunt tip into her tremulous labia. He was careful, and she wiggled to help him get it inside. That thing felt so monstrous, so wide, and she caught her breath when he worked his hips to push it in. The bulb filled her mound, forcing the cunt lips to go elastic, making them separate themselves as it inched farther up, feeling for the narrow opening of her oiled vagina.
"Going in," he muttered, "going on in, but you're so damned tight-"
"Push it harder," she panted, her entire body on fire. "Shove it on in me, man-I can take it; I can take it."
It felt like he was forcing a telephone pole up her pussy, but slowly, surely, she expanded to let it in. That glorious, hard meat packed her tiny snatch, filled every dilated inch of her small vagina. It was so good, so thick, so wonderful-she gasped when the cock head pushed against her cervix.
"Touched bottom?" he asked, easing off a bit. "Yeah, but you sure got most of it, baby."
When the man backed it out a little, Sabrina went after it, rolling her belly sinuously and hiking her crotch; she couldn't get her legs all the way around that heavy body, but she tried.
"Wiggling like a fucking snake," Bradford panted, "and really shaking that tight little ass. Girl, girl-this is a fine, young pussy-"
She bit into his chest and hooked her fingers behind his shoulders. Her cunt was stretched around all that fabulous meat, and it was surging back and forth within the spasmed gripping, sliding wet and massive in slow strokes. Sabrina fucked him back, pushed it to him, trying to clamp down on his cock head whenever it reached her womb, wringing her aroused vaginal muscles around the resilient knob in a desperation that was near to madness.
"That's the way, baby!" he grunted, feeding her his meat in quicker thrusts. "Oh, yeah, that's the way to screw me-riding my big, black cock with your little, white pussy, loving my black prick with all your girl-baby cunt. Get it on, you hot-assed little bitch-oh, yeah, get it on!"
The bed was shaking beneath them, and Sabrina bit her lips as she came, for the cresting was so amazing, such a bursting of white hot lights. She didn't stop fucking him, not for one short moment, and his massive prick was ramming her harder now, more and more solidly as he grew less afraid of hurting her. She knew that the pressure was swelling within the heavy, furred balls that were slapping wetly into the parted crack of her ass.
"Go ahead," she gasped. "Come in me, lover! Pour all your hot come into my tight snatch-shoot it up me! Ooh, darling-ahh, you big-dicked lover man, fuck me, fuck me!"
Shuddering in another quick, violent orgasm, Sabrina hammered her crotch savagely, trying to force more of his thrilling shaft into her wheeling pussy, reaching for more and more. She didn't give a damn if her vagina was torn loose, didn't care a shit if her asshole popped out like a cork. She screwed him viciously, blurring her pelvis into his as the big man lurched.
"Here!" he hissed, and bent his neck so that he could bring his mouth down to hers, "Here, you beautiful little cunt-I'm coming in you, blowing off inside your baby pussy!"
Thundering, his semen hosed up her vagina, a spurting deluge of sizzling juice that was rich and thick, an explosion of come that spewed her loosening snatch full. She writhed upon his cock as the male liquid flowed copiously around and over his twitching club, as the wonderful stuff made her pussy more slippery. Hazily, Sabrina thought that his ejaculation matched the size of his magnificent prick, and reveled in the boiling of it.
"Sweet and hot," Bradford breathed into her lips. "You're a crazy piece of ass, kid. I wonder if my boy has any idea what a fantastic piece of ass he's been getting."
She forced herself to concentrate, and murmured, "I guess he does, but Charlie-well, Charlie seems to like to fuck my mother better than he likes to fuck me."
CHAPTER TEN
It seemed as if she wiggled for ages upon the club buried into her oyster-packed snatch, yet the time didn't stretch long enough to suit Sabrina, and when her new lover withdrew his massive prick from her, she felt somehow cheated.
Rolling over onto his back with that huge shaft pointing straight up and a dribble of white semen looking strange against the black velvet of his skin, Bradford shook his head. "You mean my kid is getting into your mother, that he's actually fucking that beautiful piece of ass, at his age?"
Sabrina was still panting, but her heart was slowing now, and she said, "I turned him on to her. Charlie was land of scared at first, but once he got in between my mom's lovely legs, he didn't want to go home."
The big man chuckled. "Don't blame him; I know how he feels. But is that what you're doing-trying to get back at him for laying your mother?"
She turned onto her side, so she could face him, so she could trace a fingertip over the spongy head of his giant cock, then slide it down the heavy, greasy shaft. "Oh, wow!l I can hardly believe I got all that beautiful meat inside of me, but I did. No, I'm not jealous of anyone Charlie screws, especially not of Michelle. I want to see them both happy. You see, my mom has always craved a black prick, but she never admitted it until just lately. It all started with a fuck book my dad found in my room-one that Charlie and I had been reading."
"Your old man?" Bradford's dark eyes blinked.
Happily, Sabrina continued to toy with the man's gorgeous cock; it seemed impossible that she had gotten it into the tight gap of her narrow sheath, and she remembered that once he had hit bottom, he had backed it out a little, so he wouldn't hurt her. She would bet that her mother could take it all, right up to the wiry-haired balls.
"Yes," she answered. "But instead of really getting pissed off at me, he and Michelle got horny by looking at it, and I sneaked down the hall to see them screwing. That's when mom confessed she's always wanted to feel a black shaft, and my dad told his secret, too. He gets a bang out of watching her get fucked-and Charlie gave him that first look at a strange cock sliding into his wife's juicy snatch."
"I'll be damned," Bradford breathed, "and here I was thinking your folks were so straight."
"Oh, they were," Sabrina said. "At least, they used to be, until they learned to be honest with themselves-and with me. When my father let me mount him, that wrapped it up for everybody. Now we've all been making it together. That's where Charlie is right now, over at my house, sharing my mom with my dad; they're both fucking her and going down on her, and everything else."
Her fingers were moving around the heavily veined black meat, but she could feel the come slowly drying. The man rolled his hips slightly, and Sabrina figured that he probably wanted her to eat him. She wouldn't mind at all, but she thought of the group at home.
"There's little Charlie," Bradford said thoughtfully, "getting in that fine, foxy pussy, and your old man digs that action. So you came over to keep me busy, right?"
"Partly," Sabrina admitted, "and to have you fuck me, of course. I hoped that your cock was as big as the rest of you, but I was a little scared when I saw that it is. And I thought when you laid me, you'd be willing to get it on with my mom, too."
"Baby," he said, "you keep stroking those little fingers over my cock head, and it'll just be you and me. But yeah-I'd sure like to stick this in your mother; I mean, I've been looking at her ripe ass for months, and watching her big tits jiggle when she walks by, but I never thought I'd ever really get a shot at her. And Charlie-hell split, when he sees me."
"I don't know about that," Sabrina said. "He's a little bit worried, naturally, but like I said Michelle's pussy has him hooked. I guess it would be better for just you and her to screw, at first. The rest of us will stay back in another room and just peep. I'm so glad you're a horny guy, Bradford; really I am.
His prick throbbed under her fingers, and he reached around to cuddle both cheeks of her slim, young ass with the spread fingers of one big hand. "Baby girl, you're sweet and hot as any chick I ever knew, and you've got the tightest little cunt I ever shoved this meat into. I'm for anything that lets me keep sticking that gorgeous pussy, and especially for anything that will let me get into your mother's snatch, which must be just as fabulous, in its own way. The only problem we might have is with my old lady."
Sabrina snuggled close to him, pressing her warm belly into the thickness of that enormous shaft. "But your wife is so lovely, and Mrs. Sylvester has always seemed so-so liberal; she never minded that her son and I were going together."
His strong hands spanned her tiny waist, and she thought he was about to slide her up his body so that he would work his big knob back into the greasy slit of her ready pussy, but Bradford simply turned her over on top of him and held her that way for awhile. "My wife is fine and hot, too. But she's always been a little jealous. I screw around when I get the chance, and she knows it. Something tells me that Darlene isn't going without, either. She takes a hell of a long time to do her shopping every week, and I figure she's got herself a young, horny stud on the side. Now that's okay with me, because there ain't nobody about to wear out her pussy, and I know damned well shell always come back for more of this big cock of mine."
Sliding against his body, Sabrina felt herself being moved up, felt the flanged bulb against the wet and silken hairs of her mound; she thought: now, now he's going to fuck again. She decided that the rest of the family could wait.
"But she's still jealous," Bradford said, as she I wiggled against his cock head, trying to get it into her oiled labia. "So we have to cool it, where Darlene's concerned-at least until we figure something out. Only right now, baby girl, I ain't about to turn you loose."
"I guess they can wait awhile," Sabrina agreed, but was surprised as he moved her farther on up, his prick moving down between her opened thighs, and on down her calves. Then she realized that he wanted to eat her out, that her small, fresh cunt had enthralled him and Bradford wanted to know all of it, its flavors and the reaction of its slippery velvet against his tongue, as well as how it grabbed hold of his surging cock.
It was amazing how easily he handled her slight weight, lifting her tits to his mouth when he briefly adored each of them, lifting her some more, so that her upper body tilted back. His tongue worked hot and hungry over her flexing tummy, and Sabrina quivered in response.
Hiking her up a little higher, Bradford lowered her crotch to his face, and her thighs snugged each side of his head. Fiercely, his thick tongue began to probe her pussy lips, burrowing between them avidly and reaching up, up, almost as far as his long shaft had penetrated. It was a lovely, erotically intimate moment, when she knew the caress of this new and different tongue drilling into her most secret part.
Sabrina rolled her crotch upon his face, gasping as the man drew her entire vulva into his mouth, as he sucked lustily upon the tender lips while his heavy tongue curled and wiggled deep within the aroused satin of her vaginal walls. He really knew how to eat pussy, she thought dazedly, and found her eyes focusing upon that magnificent ebony prick, still so hard and glistening.
She simply had to have it, to lavish the same kind of oral adoration upon the man's eager meat as he was doing to her pussy. Leaning forward slowly, Sabrina panted when Bradford pulled her clit into his mouth, and shivered from head to toe as her body bent itself. There-her hand was on his prick now, her fingers reaching around the shaft just below the distended knob.
Stretching a bit, Sabrina brought her face down toward the glowing bulb, toward the black velvet cock head that had just the tiniest droplet of juice shining starchily upon its tip. He was using his tongue like a softer, slidier cock then, sliding it back and forth within the gripping of her lathered cunt, moving it sensuously in and out.
Her lips touched his glans, and she could feel his body go tense. She licked her tongue over that black sphere, and Bradford trembled, but she never slowed her eating, sucking action for a second. Sabrina fought against coming; she didn't want to hit it too quickly, because it was always better when an orgasm was shared.
But she had to hurry, because her pussy was already pulsing frantically, so she dipped her head and opened her lips wide to cover the man's gleaming cock head. Giving and warm, it filled her mouth, and the musk of him was strong but delightful, a primitive aroma she could taste upon her tongue. Sabrina went to work on him, glad that she had learned how to suck a prick by practicing on his son, and by eating her father's cock, too. She wanted to be every bit as expert at oral sex as Bradford was, to thrill him as much as he was thrilling her.
Driving the tip of her tongue into the sticky opening of his glans, she tickled him there, then withdrew to curl beneath the flanged head, and sucked the point as far back as she could comfortably get it, into the hot cupping of her throat. When Sabrina pulled on the bud, her cheeks didn't dip in far as usual, because she had so much meat in her mouth.
She rolled her ass and ground her pelvis into the man's expert mouth, hunching lasciviously as she bobbed her mouth up and down around his glans. Hot, wet sparks were threatening to flash out from her aroused clitoris, and she reveled in the way he was chewing her snatch, at how she could ride his face. Getting one hand cupped around his enlarged balls, Sabrina caressed them while she sucked, and wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the trunk of his monstrous shaft.
He moaned into her bucking, heaving pussy, and she lapped faster at his cock head, chewing tenderly upon it and slipping the roof of her mouth over it. She felt him strain, felt him lift his belly higher with a gyrating motion, and wished blindly that she could get all of his delicious meat down her throat.
"Ooohh!" she said around his knob, because the volcano went off inside her shuddering pussy, and the eruption was a violent one, shaking her entire body and blasting through her taut flesh. Sabrina came, and her mouth fluttered around his knot.
That was when Bradford arched his back and his cock head blew off with a geyser of boiling, hissing semen that drenched her tongue and teeth, that flooded her inner cheeks and gushed down her throat.
It was steaming and thick, as heavy as curdled cream; Sabrina had to swallow quickly, choking down the viscous stuff so she wouldn't choke on the jetting stream. She continued to gulp it, sucking avidly at the jerking knob to get it all out, to pull more up from the whirring machinery of his balls. Deep within her snatch, sizzling waves were cresting and falling back, only to come bubbling up again, wilder than before. Eyes closed, tongue licking, she gave herself up to the good feeling to the rapture that trembled every pore of her young and tender flesh.
They sagged together, and she allowed the man's drained cock to slide from her loosened lips, satisfied that she had done a good job of eating him. Bradford nuzzled her relaxed and flowing pussy for a little longer, then lifted her from his face. Her legs were limp as he turned her slender body and placed it beside him. Against her snatch, she could feel the man's marvelous prick going soft, and pressed hard into it, digging the gluey seepage from the shrinking head, the scratchy feeling of his pubic hair.
"You are a far-out little chick," he breathed, holding her close. "Your pussy tastes like hot honey, and you sure know how to pull every drop of come from a guy's prick with your mouth. My kid don't know how lucky he was, getting broken in by such a hot-assed girl. That little cunt of yours is -lined with gold, baby, precious as diamonds. I can just imagine how wild your old man went, when he got his cock into his own girl's foxy snatch."
Sabrina sighed, replete for the moment, and happy. "It's kind of special with us. I like fucking Charlie, and I'm crazy about your big, black cock. But when my daddy puts his nice prick into me, it's different, somehow; I can't explain it, but it's like we've been waiting all my life for the chance to fuck, and we have all those years to make up for."
He rubbed her ass lightly. "I can dig that. If I had a hot little daughter like you, I'd be into her pussy day and night. Man, me and the old lady would have split up long ago, because Darlene would have to catch me at it, sooner or later."
"Not necessarily," Sabrina whispered against his massive chest. "My mom accepts it, with daddy and me. More than that, she enjoys it, and swings right along with us. Michelle and I have gone down on each other, too."
"Umm," Bradford said. "I'm just trying to picture that-you and your fine mother balling together, and your old man moving in and out; is that how it is? Does he stick one of you, then the other? And tell me something else, baby girl-is your mom's pussy hair red and rich like on her head?"
"Every bit," Sabrina answered. "And her cunt is so rich, so deep and snug. Now that she's turned honest and open with us, and with herself, it seems as if she just can't get enough fucking. That's why I wanted you to lay her, Bradford. I mean, all her life, she's been dreaming about riding a hard, black prick. Charlie is good, and she digs screwing him, but you'll drive her right up the wall, once she gets a good look at the way you're hung."
"And your old man is all for it?" he asked.
She said, "He's happy for her, and hell enjoy seeing you put it to his wife."
"No more than I'll dig sticking her," Bradford said. "The two of you together-oh, man!"
"And maybe more than that," Sabrina murmured. "How about three women all over you, squirming and humping-or lined up so you can take a few strokes into a little blond pussy, then into a red-haired cunt, and then-into a black one. You'd be surprised how turned on a wife can get, when other women are screwing her husband. My mom does."
He was quiet for awhile, his hand caressing the cheeks of her ass, and his prick now a limp rope against her belly. "You're talking about Darlene," he said. "About my wife balling with everybody else, laying your daddy, too. I-don't know if Darlene can make that scene. I mean, sure, she's fucking some young stud on the side, but she's keeping that a secret-or thinks she is. But for her to take on another man with me right there-I just don't know, baby."
"It can be worked step by step," Sabrina said. "She's a passionate woman, and very beautiful. Once my daddy gets into her, and once she knows that you not only don't mind, but that you even approve, it will be okay."
Bradford grunted. "I just thought of something else-my boy. If Darlene swings with your old man, and me with your mom and you, Charlie isn't going to be cut out. Hell-that means he and his mother-"
"Why not?" Sabrina asked. "You just said if you had a daughter, you'd be fucking her day and night. Maybe Darlene feels that wav about her son."
"Damn," Bradford said softly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bradford insisted upon cleaning up, shaving and scenting himself, and Sabrina could see that the big man was very excited at the prospect of making it with her mother, of balling the lush and lovely Michelle Martinson while her husband looked on.
Slowly, she dressed again, and lay back on the bed they had shared, to wait for him. She stretched, contented by the tremendous fucking she had gotten from this new and well-hung lover, and by the superb way he had eaten out her pussy. She could handle them all, she thought; she had proven that her small but adept body was fully capable of taking on three different lovers-the young, tireless and horny boy; her own father, so sweet and stiff-dicked, and now this black giant who possessed a massive prick.
And there was her mother; through her, Sabrina had shown she could swing with a woman as well as with a man. She closed her eyes and cupped her tender breasts with both loving hands. For a long time, she had considered her small size to be a downer, a real bummer when she was matched with girls her own age, those other lads who had big tits and long, sleek legs. Now she was happy for her tiny body and her mini-pussy, for she seemed to turn on both guys and women.
She heard Bradford come out of the shower, and listened to the man humming as he shaved. She enjoyed lying here in another woman's bed, where Darlene had writhed and humped to the powerful thrustings of her husband's gigantic cock, where Darlene had also taken that swollen, black cock head into her mouth and pumped it dry of the magic, hot fluids.
And of course, Bradford had known the thrill of his wife's long and supple legs wrapped around his head, while his thick tongue explored the steaming gash of that black, greedy pussy. Smiling, Sabrina thought that she would have liked Darlene to be sitting in that chair across the room, all naked, of course, while her husband packed that heavy meat into a childish, white snatch, and during the feverish minutes when they had played sixty-nine.
Darlene Was a beautiful black woman, tall and willowy, but with high, firm breasts and an arrogant way of rolling her good hips as she walked. The woman's legs were so long and graceful; Sabrina was certain she could wrap them around any man's back. Her ass was a sculptured beauty, and Sabrina tingled at the idea of seeing that fabulous black cunt exposed. Would the woman's pubic hair be kind of bristly, as Bradford's was, or would the deep piling of that ebony carpet be springy, yet silken?
"Hey, baby." Bradford Sylvester's bass voice rumbled down at her. "Don't fall asleep now. All the time I was in the shower, I was thinking about sticking your mother, and I just about got me another hard-on. Then I got to wondering if everybody over at your house is just about fucked out by now."
Sabrina sat up and swung her feet off the bed. "If they are, it won't take long to warm them up again. It'll be better, in fact, because you guys can have a few drinks and talk a little, get to know each other better. It might make Charlie relax some, too."
"Good enough," Bradford said. "Now I got to leave a note for my old lady and lie some."
"Just something to keep her around for the evening," Sabrina suggested. I've been thinking over a way to get her to join us."
Bradford took a deep breath. "Okay, baby girl. I decided that no matter what it takes for my old lady to get into the game, it's okay; I'm not about to deprive myself of your sweet little pussy, or give up a shot at your mother's cunt, either. K that means Darlene has to fuck your father, or even our own kid, let them get it on."
Sabrina bounced off the bed and pressed against him. "That's terrific, lover! We'll work out any problems about your wife later, but right now, let's hurry on over to my house and see what the rest are doing. Boy! Is my mom ever going to be excited when I bring you to her."
She wanted to go down the street hand in hand with him, proud of her huge, dark lover, but there were other neighbors, and it was more decorous to walk beside him, chatting casually. That way, it would seem to any curious watchers that she was a child going somewhere with an acquaintance, the father of the boy she was known to run around with.
Leading him around the back, Sabrina brought the man to the kitchen door and opened it for him. "Come on in, darling. I don't see the others around, so they must be in the living room, or upstairs in the bedroom. Both places have been getting a lot of use lately."
"I feel kind of funny," Bradford admitted. "I'm horny, but a little edgy, too. I never made a chick with her old man around."
"So it will be a first for you," Sabrina said, and took him by the hand. Nobody was in the living room, so she guided him up the flight of carpeted stairs to the doorway of the master bedroom.
There they were, all three of them side by side, with Michelle in the middle. All were naked, and both men's cocks were shrunken, hanging to one side. Sabrina could make out flecks of shimmering whiteness in the red hairs of her mother's mound, where both the woman's lovers had evidently left traces of semen.
Bradford leaned his lips close to Sabrina's ear. 'They're crashed, all fucked out. Damn, but that's a gorgeous red pussy between your mother's fine legs; and look at those big, soft tits. They've got nipples almost as big as my thumbs."
"Shuck out of your clothes," Sabrina whispered. "I will, too, and we'll wake them up in the best way possible. Wait a minute-you said you'd rather be alone with my mom, the first time you screw her. So just stand back in the hall a little bit, and I'll do the rest."
Her flesh bare, and new shivers of excitement skipping through her aroused body, Sabrina eased over to the quiet bed and touched Charlie on the arm; she had to shake him some, before his eyes opened. "Got him," she hissed softly. "So you trot on down the hall to my room, baby. I'll be with you very soon."
Still half-asleep, Charlie nodded and climbed off the bed to wobble out of the room. He didn't even see his father lurking nearby. Sabrina went around to the other side of the bed and awakened her father with a lingering kiss and a gentle probing of her tongue.
Howard sighed and fumbled one hand over her body, coming alert only by degrees as he realized that his daughter was fondling him. Sabrina broke the lass to murmur into his ear, "Daddy-I brought mom her new lover. Bradford is waiting in the hall, and I sent Charlie to my bedroom. Do you want to go in there with us, or wait around and watch him put his meat to mom?"
Her father sat up and shook his head to clear it, glancing over at the nude and sleeping form of his wife. "I'll come with you, baby. You made Bradford, then?"
"And how," she whispered back. Oh, daddy-you won't believe the size of his prick. It's really tremendous; mom will be so happy with it."
He got off the bed quietly and moved naked with her to the hallway. He saw the big black man waiting silently there, and hesitated, then walked over and put out his hand. Bradford took it, and the two men stared at each other, both of them nude, Howard's white cock dangling small and drained, the other man's heavy shaft just rising again, and spreading its black velvet head.
"Well," Howard said. "I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to say at a moment like this. Here you are, the guy who has fucked my little daughter, and who's getting ready to stuff all that huge shaft into my wife's pussy, and maybe I'm supposed to feel uncomfortable. I do, a little, but I feel good about it, too. So-go ahead, man; fuck the hell out of my wife."
"Yeah," Bradford muttered. "I'm a little edgy myself, but I guess it's going to be all right, and thanks."
Sabrina tugged at her father's elbow, and as they moved aside, Bradford moved step by slow step into the bedroom, his prick swelling longer and thicker as he neared the sleeping woman. Howard took a step down the hall, then stopped and turned back.
"Just a little while, baby," he said softly. "I have to see how Michelle reacts, when she wakes up and sees that immense cock hanging over her. And I want to watch your mother take that thing into her adorable pussy."
Sabrina nodded and stood beside him. "It'll be okay, even though Bradford is jumpy about it. Once he feels mom's hot cunt closing around his prick, hell forget everything else."
They stood silently and watched the big man approach the bed. When Bradford sank upon it, his considerable weight tilted the mattress, and Michelle slid toward him, her rounded white hip touching his muscular black one. The woman stirred, and the pale globes of her tits lifted when she drew in a deep breath.
Deep and blue, her eyes opened, then widened in surprise as they focused upon the man whose skin was against her own; the powerfully built black man whose magnificent prick was standing tall and thick as a young tree.
"Wha-oh! It's you, it's really you. Oh-what a gorgeous cock you have, Bradford. It's huge, and so beautiful-" Michelle's hand curled around the pulsing stem, and she stared at what she held, at the glistening cock head already seeping a droplet of clear juice, fascinated with the size and heft of the man's prick.
The man reached for the appealing mounds of her snowy breasts, his big hands almost covering them, his dark fingers teasing the pink nipples until they sprang out full and thick. "And you've got beautiful tits," he said. "A man can get him a real handful."
"Squeeze them," Michelle breathed, her own fingers darting up and down the distended club and skipping lightly over the black balloon of the flanged cockhead. "Play with my breasts, darling, and let me feel the power of this terrific prick."
Bradford was eager. Sabrina squeezed her father's hand as the black man suddenly rolled over on top of the lush, white body of her mother. Michelle was just as excited, her lips twitching and her belly rolling as she freed the man's rod and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, to draw his face hungrily down to hers. His huge frame practically covered hers, but Sabrina could see her mom arching her back so that she could rake the hardened points of erectile nipples into the wide chest.
"She's burning up," her daddy said, his voice thick in his throat. "She wants that black prick so much that her pussy is on fire. Look how she's grinding her crotch up into the base of it, and the way his balls slide back and forth across the crack of her ass. That guy is just about to get his prick screwed off."
"And mom is just about to get her cunt pounded into jelly," Sabrina said, releasing her dad's hand so that she could caress his rising shaft instead. "Wait until you see the way he fucks."
They stared entranced as Michelle kept hiking her crotch, as the huge prick slipped across her heaving belly. Then the woman grasped the stiff meat and aimed its puffy head up into her trembling vulva.
It was starkly beautiful, Sabrina thought: the polished head of that black knob probing into the dampened red pussy hairs and spreading the inflamed, scarlet lips. Black on white, black against white, both colors moving sinuously, fluidly and avidly; Bradford moved his ass, and the swollen knob began to force its way up into those elastic lips, spreading them wider, stretching them so that it could burrow into the receiving hotness, into the welcoming juiciness of a volatile cunt that had craved such a shaft for all of its mature existence.
"So-so big!" Michelle hissed. "Oh, it's so big and wonderful; shove it to me, lover man-push that giant cock right on up into my snatch. Bury it to the balls, baby-ahhh!"
Her hands flitted over the man's dark back, and down to his buttocks. Michelle lifted and strained to him, and Sabrina watched inch after dilated inch of that ebony club slide up into her mother's greedy vagina. She knew the feeling of that rod, the pressure it gave, the thick, heavy thrusting of it as the head worked upward through clinging satin folds slickened by desire, and probably made even soapier by the loads of come that had been fired into Michelle's restless cunt earlier.
"He's got it shoved to her," Howard grunted. "She's taking every bit of that pole."
"And loving it," Sabrina agreed. "She's grinding her ass and humping him, and there-it's sunk in her pussy all the way; only his balls are showing."
"Fuck her," Howard groaned, "go ahead and fuck her, man." His cock grew ever harder within Sabrina's fingers, pulsing and jerking.
And on the bed, Michelle gasped when she felt the drive of that enormous prick, when the bulb came battering against her spongy cervix. But her pussy was deep and well oiled, and she rolled its satin sheathing around the great staff that was probing it. "Darling! Oh, you lovely black stud! There-I can feel your sweet cock shoved to the hilt; I know your balls in the crack of my ass. Oh, shove it to me, lover-cram that gorgeous black dick into me-some more-some more-harder, man! Fuck me harder!"
Sabrina watched her mother's pale legs climb, and saw them coil around the small of Bradford's lunging back, to lock themselves there at the ankles. She could hear the sloppy, gulping noises the man's cock made when it sloshed steadily into Michelle's cunt, as that treasured, luxurious vagina pulled upon it.
Now Bradford's mahogany ass was moving strongly, lifting and falling as he drove the immense piston of his cock home again and again. Michelle fucked him back with furious, twisting strokes, slamming her pelvis into his and clawing at his shoulders, the heaps of her pristine breasts flat against his sweaty chest.
"She's going crazy on all that hard meat," Sabrina whispered, sliding her hand up and down her daddy's erect cock. "She loves it, worships that prick."
Howard was silent but breathing hard, and Sabrina could feel his shaft flexing in her hand. She wondered if she should go ahead and jack him off, so that he could carry right on through with his identifying with the man who was screwing his beloved wife on the bed.
Michelle moaned and panted, and her pussy went slurp, slurp, around the massive tool that was sledging it. "Ahh! This is real fucking! This is wild and crazy fucking-this wonderful black prick I'm riding, this black velvet skin-pound me, you hard-cocked stud-ahh! Oohh! I'm coming, coming!! But don't stop, darling-don't-ever-stop!"
Bradford used his prick like a pile driver, every mighty stroke shaking the woman's curling body and making the bed rattle. His swollen balls slapped wetly against her uptilted and writhing ass. Now he slipped his hands beneath her smooth cheeks and began lifting her higher to meet his hungry thrusts, spreading her thighs wider and trying to drive his ballooned cock head right on through her belly.
"That's the way to fuck me, white woman! Shake that sweet ass and grab my cock with your honky pussy-oh, man, what a rich, fine cunt you got, baby! Grind it around my prick-ahh-yeah, baby-that's the way. You really dig this big, black tool, don't you, woman? Fuck me, Michelle-fuck me, hot and heavy and-uhhh! Here it comes, baby-here's my juice, boiling on up inside your white pussy!"
Trembling, her hand clutching her daddy's rod savagely, Sabrina watched the furry balls jump upward and contract. He was shooting his clotted come far up into her mom's shivering cunt now, exploding the milky syrup throughout that beautiful snatch. And Michelle was riding the crest of another violent orgasm, too, hammering her heels into the cheeks of the gleaming black ass.
They went suddenly still, clenched together in a desperate tightness, gone static in the blending of their climaxes, in the ecstasy of a fantastic completion. The intertwined bodies strained together, trying to get impossibly closer, attempting to dissolve one into the other.
After a long and drawn-out moment, Sabrina tugged upon her father's pulsating cock. "Come on, daddy. You've seen them fuck for the first time, and there will be plenty of chances to watch them do it again. They won't let go of each other now, and you need a piece of ass yourself. I know I have to be screwed pretty soon, or I'll blow up and scatter hot juice from my pussy all over the hall."
He allowed her to lead him away, and she maneuvered her daddy toward her room as he moved stiffly but obediently with her. Charlie was conked out on her bed, his slim brown body limp, and she wondered how he was going to react when he discovered that his father had just poured the prick to her mom. But he couldn't be jealous; nobody in this group had that right, because what was there for any one of them was also available to all the others, and that was exactly how it should be, Sabrina thought.
When she pushed her daddy down upon the bed, Charlie muttered and propped up on one elbow. "Hey now; you do okay, Sabrina?"
"Better than that," she answered, crawling over her father and crowding between the pair of nude male bodies. "I balled your old man, and right now he's got that big horse cock stuffed into Michelle's hot cunt. But that's enough about them for now; I'm here, and I want both of you to fuck me, just the way you did to Michelle."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Her daddy was more than ready; shaking with lust from the scene he had watched in the other room, Howard was eager to get his excited cock into his daughter's tiny pussy. He came to his knees and began to fondle her warm flesh, running his hands up and down her tremulous little body as if to assure his senses that she was real.
But he said then, "Charlie screwed your mother first. At least, he stroked her a few times and loosened her up, before I climbed on to take my turn. And when I got my prick into Michelle's fiery snatch, this horny boy crawled around and had her take his cock into her mouth. We just switched back and forth like that for awhile, making your mom come several times, before either of us got our gun off."
"Okay, Charlie," Sabrina said, "crawl on over here and put it to me. You've never fucked me while my daddy looked on, and you ought to dig that as much as having me see you fuck his wife."
She didn't have to urge the boy; he was between her opened legs in a flash, that ever-ready shaft standing hard and lean. It was nowhere near the size of his father's rig, but already Sabrina was learning that mere bulk alone didn't count for all that much, that her pussy could adjust itself lovingly to any size prick and enjoy its stroking.
Charlie worked his cock head against the dewy lips of her cunt, and she helped him get the point settled into the silken entrance by moving her crotch just so. She felt the stiff, slender rod move on in.
"Nice," she murmured, as his balls nestled into the lifted cleft of her sleek ass, "very nice, Charlie. Screw me good, lover, and feel around with your knob for the slippery stuff that's still trapped inside my pussy. That's your daddy's come, Charlie-your father's gluey semen. He really shot a big load into me, before fie went down on me and ate me out."
Charlie pumped his tool back and forth into the tight clenching of her greasy vagina. "Oh, shit, Sabrina; you keep talking like that, and you're going to make me come a long time before I'm ready. You really take all that man's big prick?"
Squirming around his sliding cock, she said, "Almost; he had to back it out a little, because he was touching bottom. But my mom can handle all of his meat, every thick inch of it, all the way to his balls."
He hesitated in mid-stroke, and she felt him tremble. Then Charlie said, "I better take my cock out of you, baby, so your daddy can get in."
She smiled up at her father as Howard took his place between her opened thighs, as Charlie moved aside and came crawling up her body to where her head rested upon a pillow. Sabrina thought of how many times she had lain on this very bed in the dark, with hot passions racing through her nubile body, dreaming of somebody mounting her, of some nice, hard prick feeling up into her virginal young pussy. She had fingered herself to many a climax here, but none of those orgasms had been gratifying enough. Now she was beyond dreaming; now her own horny daddy was probing his cock head against her steaming labia.
"Marvelous little-girl cunt," Howard breathed. "Even if you screwed that huge black cock, it's still so very tight and snug. Sabrina, baby-I always have to work it into your young snatch, wiggle the head around so it will finally go in; there, darling. Oh, yes, my prick is slipping up into you,-into my daughter's sweet, tiny pussy. We're fucking again, baby."
"Ummm," she said, as she felt her father's rigid meat easing into the cradle of her thighs, up into the juicy nest of her vagina. It was true; no matter who she fucked, her daddy's screwing was the most thrilling, the most sensuous. Wriggling with delight, she raked her pelvis into his and snuggled her face into the base of his throat.
Her mind went flashing ahead-three or four years, perhaps five years, when she would find some nice guy to marry. If she married. She'd only make that step if her husband-to-be understood that when and who she wanted to fuck would be her own business. If he wanted to be a part of it, okay; but if he got uptight about different cocks discovering the liquid heat of her pussy, he could just kiss off.
Sabrina gyrated upon the slow, lascivious thrusting of her father's iron-hard prick. Her future husband would have to realize that she would always need to be fucked by her daddy, that when they visited her home, the first thing she would have in her hand would be her wonderful daddy's stiff cock. The guy should consider himself very lucky, because he would also be getting a shot at her mom's fabulously rich pussy.
Blinking, Sabrina realized that another cock head was touching her cheek, sliding over to her ear and nuzzling into her hair. Up close, she could see the puffy veins that spread over Charlie Sylvester's brown balls.
"All right," she said, "but both you guys know that I'm not going to let you change places again-not until I make both of you come."
She opened her mouth and turned her head. Charlie's spongy bulb slipped into her lips, and she pulled the bud deep, to caress it with her tongue. Inside her rippling snatch, her daddy's rod started to move with broken rhythm, and she knew that he was close, that watching his wife get so powerfully fucked had already brought him right to the brink of orgasm. Now that he was drilling into her small, clinging vagina, Howard couldn't hold off much longer.
Arching to him, opening to him with all her love and lust, Sabrina churned tempestuously upon his hesitating cock. Her mouth pumped upon Charlie's slim tool, and the boy hunched to her, feeding it into her throat, the knob sliding over the roof of her mouth and across her ever-flicking tongue.
It was very nice, to be connecting them, to be their receptacle, being fucked by two men she cared for. She made them both happy, gave them whatever they needed at the time: a clenching, grasping and girlish pussy, a drawing, suctioning mouth. She gave them her love and her acceptance, sharing the slick heat of her body equally as they both drew near to their climaxes.
Her father came a fraction of a second before Charlie did, moaning and shivering as his cock head flexed to spit the glory of his bubbling semen into her narrow sheath. Sabrina rocked upon his buried prick, wringing it out with the strength of her vaginal walls, and in doing so, trembled at the vibrant response of her clit.
Charlie let go with a stream of hot juice that spattered against where her tonsils used to be. His come was sweetly musky and flavored by the intensity of his passion. Sabrina held the gooey liquid in her mouth for awhile before swallowing it, relishing the texture of it upon her tongue.
Groaning then, she convulsed as her crotch twisted and her pussy contracted, releasing the pent-up emotions of her own sexuality. She came upon her daddy's matchless cock, grinding her crotch into his hairy one and feeling the soft sack of his testicles diminish as the kernels within emptied themselves.
She lay quietly then, absorbing their vital liquids, taking the man-juice down her throat and up into her pussy while her own orgasm receded slowly in warm, eddying waves of sweetness. Sabrina slipped her mouth from around Charlie's prick then, and turned her face so that she could look into her father's eyes. Even as he came, jerking and gasping, he had kept his gaze fixed upon her head, upon her mouth slipping teasingly up and down on the boy's shaft.
Licking her lips, she smiled at her daddy, and gave a little roll of her ass that let him know she adored having his prick trapped within her hole, that she loved the cascade of his semen.
"That was great," she told them both, and Charlie sank back upon his knees, his cock still erect and ready, and she wondered if the guy ever got tired.
But his being able to keep screwing was just fine with her, and no doubt, with her mother, too.
Giving a deft little flip of her ass, she popped her daddy's leaking prick from the wet glowing of her snatch, and caught it between her thighs to squeeze it tightly. "Oh, daddy, you give me such a wonderful fucking."
He moved over beside her and lay upon his back, his lovely shaft softening only a little bit, and a warm seepage of creamy semen clinging to the head. "It always amazes me," he said, "how many times I can screw you, baby. And it's the same with your mother, now. Before Charlie here got into her, Michelle and I would make it only once or twice a week. Now I want to fuck her as often as I need to stick it to my lovely little girl."
Charlie moved down on her other side, and Sabrina took a cock in each small hand. "My two lovers-and my other one is in there pumping his big, heavy shaft into my mom's greasy cunt. Those two will fuck half the night away, I'll bet. Do you know that Bradford has been thinking about her for a long time, wanting to get between her ripe thighs, but never thinking he could? He told me about it, right after we did sixty-nine to each other."
The boy stirred uncomfortably, and she caressed his slippery young cock. Charlie said, "You and my old man, then my old man and Michelle-oh, wow; I thought he had enough fine pussy with my mother."
Sabrina said, "Charlie, haven't you learned anything yet? Bradford still cares very much for your mother, even though he figures she's doing some screwing on the side. That doesn't mean he can't care for other women, too; that he can't fuck some one who wants to make it with him. And he told me that Darlene does have a fine pussy-just as you imagined, just as you saw that one time from the alley, when you peeped at them balling. Yon know the only thing he's worried about? How she'll take it, if she finds out he's banging Michelle and me-and with my daddy's approval."
Charlie shifted again, but she held to his shaft. He said, "What about me? I mean, did my old man say much about me?"
"He seemed kind of proud of you, especially since you had moved from screwing me, on to fucking my mother. It was something he'd craved to do, but you beat him to it. Now both of you are making out, so you ought to be happy."
From her other side, her father said, "I imagine that Charlie is wondering about his mother, too. So you peeped at Bradford and Darlene screwing, huh? I wish I could have changed places with you, kid. Your mom is a truly beautiful woman; just the way she walks makes men turn their heads to look after her when she passes on the street."
"Yeah," Charlie muttered, "I know; I do it myself. Look-suppose she does find out about us all fucking each other? She'll blow sky high, and me and my old man will catch hell."
Caressing his hard cock, Sabrina said softly, "Your dad and I discussed that, too. He's willing for her to screw my dad, to get her started. And he has also accepted the fact that sooner or later, you will be in there with your stiff prick reaching for your mother's cunt."
Sitting bolt upright, Charlie said: "What?"
"Sure," Sabrina answered, letting go the boy's cock, but holding onto her daddy's. "Don't tell me that you haven't dreamed about sticking your mom's juicy snatch, and I know you jacked off while you pretended."
"Well," Charlie said, his voice trembling, "I guess-oh hell; I have dreamed about her. Maybe the same way you and your old man thought about each other, but not coming right out and admitting it, not even to yourselves. But you two are so damned lucky; you're really fucking now, and eating each other, and doing everything you want. But me-oh, it's terrific to bang you and Michelle, but I guess I keep thinking about her, about my mom. Oh wow; oh, man, if I could ever really get into her long, brown body-"
"There's no reason why you shouldn't," Sabrina insisted. "If we can get her to take on my daddy, and she gets balled back and both by him and Bradford, and maybe mixes in with Michelle and me-you're the next natural step. You know what? I think your mom probably wants to fuck you, just as much as you want to fuck her."
Charlie trembled again. "You-you think so? Oh, man, if I ever got in between those long, lean legs-if I ever get to touch my cock head into that curly black cunt hair, I'll probably shoot off right there, all over her smooth belly. She might laugh at me."
"Oh, no," Howard cut in. "She'll love it, knowing she can make you so damned excited."
Then, putting his hand cupped upon Sabrina's dewy mound, he asked, "But how are you going to get Darlene to lay me? Or do I have to just try her myself, and see if she's hot to trot?"
Sabrina smiled and surged her crotch against her daddy's palm. "I have idea how to work it all out; just trust me. I think I can make her bring up the idea, and seduce you, lover. She'll be happy, once she starts in, I'm sure. I mean, now that you dropped your hang-ups, you are some kind of fucker."
"Man," Charlie said, "just talking about my mother that way makes my prick jump around."
"We'll do something about that," Sabrina said, "since we can't do much about Darlene tonight. You and your dad will have to go back home pretty soon, so she won't get suspicious. Bradford may be pretty well screwed down by then, butT imagine hell dick her, anyhow. Hell picture what's going to happen tomorrow, and his pole will get hard again."
Charlie shook his head. "I don't know if I can take that, listening to them fucking the way they do, with my mother moaning and my old man grunting while he pours the root to her, and that bed shaking like it's about to fall apart."
"So sneak back into the alley and watch," Sabrina suggested. "You can always try and come at the same time he does, when you're jacking off. But for now, suppose you go over to my dresser there and get that tube of face cream. No, the one on the right-there; that's it."
Charlie brought it back, his stiff rod waving as he walked. "What do you want with this?"
"Remember those pictures in the fuck book?" she asked. "The ones where the black guy was shoving his cock up into the white girl's ass? Well, I want you to try that on me, baby. I'd do it with my daddy, first, but I'm sure that my hole is just too small to take his dick. Your prick ought to be just right, Charlie; it's skinny enough, I think."
Charlie stood uncertainly, until she took the tube of cream from him and uncapped it. Squirting a generous amount into the palm of her hand, she began to smear it over the boy's cock head, which trembled at her touch. Working on down the thin shaft, Sabrina oiled the rod itself, and even dabbed some over his balls.
Her father said, "Are you sure you want that, baby? You're so tiny, and if your little pussy is that tight, it may be just impossible to get his tool up your sweet tail."
"If it hurts, well stop. Hey-have you ever screwed mom that way, in the back door?"
"No," Howard admitted. "Not that I never thought of it, but we never got around to trying. Baby-"
"Don't worry," she said, coming up onto her hands and knees to daub some more of the oily substance at the entrance to her tube, forcing some of it into her anus. "Come on, Charlie-climb up behind me and let's find out how different it feels."
The boy was hesitant, but she could see the idea appealed to him. Her father rolled up on one elbow to watch as Charlie took the cheeks of her ass in both hands and spread them while she reached down between her veed thighs and took hold of his greasy rod.
Settling the spongy-hard knob against the puckered hole, Sabrina pushed back against it, and Charlie carefully shoved forward. She felt her asshole stretch, but it was still very tight, and she wiggled to held get the thing up her. The tip worked its way into her narrow cavity, and when Charlie inched harder, Sabrina felt the cock head force on in.
It was a strange sensation, far different than having the boy's shaft within her juicy pussy. Her tube was small, and he had to be gentle, but once the flanged bulb had eased up her ass, the rest of his slim rod followed more swiftly. Suddenly, it was seated into her dark hose, and her lover's balls swung up between the silken arch of her spread thighs as his groin came against the uplifted mounds of her buttocks.
"You did it, baby," she gasped. "You got your prick into my ass, and-oohh! It feels so crazy in there; it packs me as full as your daddy's big cock fills my snatch. Stroke me easy, Charlie-uuhhahhh!"
"Tighter than your pussy ever was," the boy panted, gripping the cheeks of her ass as he pumped tenderly back and forth into this hole that had never before been explored. Sabrina squirmed with delight, because it felt so wonderful. Her head hung down, and she peered back along her trembling belly to watch his balls swinging in a slow and erotic rhythm.
So she saw her father when he slid closer to caress her belly and hips, when he fondled her thighs. His face was intent, his hazel eyes steady as he watched Charlie piston that slender rod into her anus.
Then Howard was at her pussy, teasing his finger into its silken, silvery hairs and sliding the tip up and down along her humid labia. His other hand massaged her down-hanging breasts, and that fingertip worked up into her pussy. When it slid home to the knuckle, Sabrina shuddered from head to foot. A finger inside her cunt, wiggling and tantalizing; a hard prick up her ass, slipping and sliding; it was too much, too crazy, and she gave a soft little cry of completion as she came.
She knew there was no clit buried in her tube, but the frenzy of her overwhelming orgasm made her think so, for the wet flames lanced into her ass, as well as fanning throughout her flexing vagina. It was terrific, and she rode both digits lasciviously, grinding her pussy upon her daddy's finger and shaking her ass upon the pumping shaft that Charlie had buried in her body.
"Oh, man, oh, man!" Charlie gritted. "Grind it on me, baby! What a hot little ass, driving me out of my head when it rolls against my belly that wayuh-uh-UH! Here it is, Sabrina-I'm letting go up your ass!"
The boy's cock head swelled and quivered; from the tip came a roaring tempest of semen, a spate of hot flying juice that inundated her tube from end to end, mixing with the grease that had helped loosen her. Jet after syrupy jet bathed her asshole, turning it slippery, and as Charlie continued to stroke in spasmed thrusts, Sabrina could feel some of the sticky fluid leaking down her thigh. Her pussy convulsed upon her father's finger, and she came again, new tendrils of fire licking through her vagina and curling into the tubing of her anus.
Bracing her hands and knees, she sagged limply in the backwash of the second orgasm, her body going weak and her head spinning. Her daddy noticed her collapse first, and gently withdrew his finger from the dripping sheath of her feverish pussy, turning his palm up against her belly for support
"Slip it out of her, Charlie," he said. "Easy now-she's about to pass out."
Sabrina fought against the dizziness, and gasped when Charlie backed his soapy cock from the unconscious gripping of her asshole. Another oyster-like dollop of semen followed its head, and slid down her thigh. She let herself down then, her face against a pillow and her tits going flat against the mattress. Sabrina felt warm all over, as if all conflict had been drained from her mind as well as her body, and she was floating in a scented river that carried her softly, lovingly between flowered banks kissed with moon silver.
"She is truly a princess," she heard her father say. "A real high priestess of fucking. My daughter can do more with that gorgeous little body than most older women ever learn. I've heard about girls that were three-way, but I never saw one before. I'm only sorry that her delicate ass is so tiny that I'll never be able to screw her there."
Charlie sank back and she felt his body stretch out beside her own. He said, "Michelle can probably take it okay. My old man is worse off, though; he'll never shove that big club up anybody's ass."
Her daddy's hand stroked her back and lingered upon the flaccid cheeks of her ass. "It would be something, Charlie-if we could both fuck her at the same time-you up her ass, and me in that fragile pussy. I don't know; it might stretch her too much, and hurt her. Maybe we ought to try it on my wife first."
"I can dig that," Charlie said, and paused for a long moment before going on. "Say, do you think I can get the chance to dick my mother? Man, I envy you, getting into her beautiful pussy. Wait until you see it-all black and curly, and the lips kind of pout. And her long, long legs; oh, wow. She can tie them around a guy's back, and the way she rolls her sweet brown ass when she's taking my old man's prick-"
Howard murmured, "I never fucked a black woman. I guess I always wanted to, especially after I met Darlene. There's something savage about your mother, kid, a primitive sensuousness that seems to warn any man that when and if she fucks him, he'd better have a good hard cock, and be able to use it to suit her. Do I think shell take on her own son? Yes, I do. I never thought I could screw my own daughter, but now I find that Sabrina is the greatest piece of ass in the world, for me. So I'm certain that Darlene will feel the same way about you, once you get that stiff young cock into her cunt. She'll probably eat you up."
Sighing, Charlie said, "I hope Sabrina can swing it soon; getting my mother to join in this fuck party, I mean. Mom can be just a little uptight, even if she is getting herself some strange cock on the side, and she's jealous of my old man. I wonder how Sabrina's going to go about it."
Sleepily, Sabrina smiled to herself. She knew exactly how.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
That night, Sabrina slept with her mother and father again. After a hearty meal and a hot bath, she felt drowsy and sated, but snuggled happily to both their warm bodies before falling asleep. She remembered placing one hand upon her mother's thickly -haired pussy, and the other upon her daddy's limp prick, then sleep came suddenly to draw a black curtain over her senses.
Sometime before morning, she was awakened by someone kissing her mound, and parted her thighs in automatic response. Eyes closed, grinding her crotch slowly and voluptuously, she gave both her lover and herself what was desired. Later, Sabrina wasn't even sure which of them had eaten her snatch, but she thought it might have been her mother; a woman did it differently, knowing all the erogenous places and being familiar with all the tickly spots. But her daddy could be very gentle, too.
It was late when Sabrina got up, and she hurried into the bath to pee, then down the hall to her own shower. After brushing her teeth, she scrubbed her body thoroughly, rinsed quickly, and skipped naked into her room to get just the right clothes. She found an old dress, one that she had outgrown, and it looked good for what she had in mind.
She wore panties this time, and discovered some klunky flat shoes. Pulling back her silvery hair and tying it with a bit of pink ribbon, she glanced at her self in the mirror. Perfect, she thought; now Sabrina Martinson looked about twelve years old, and very innocent.
She heard her mom stirring around in the kitchen, and listened for a second to water running in her daddy's shower, then made it to the telephone. Dialing CharHe's number, she hoped she'd get either of the men over there, and not Darlene herself. She lucked out; Bradford answered.
"Sabrina," she said. "You sound a little tired, man."
"Not that tired," he said, low-voiced. "You want Charlie and me to get out of here, right?"
"Right; so I can call on your wife with my sad story."
"Okay," the man whispered. "I'll split with the boy, and come over to your house. I'll tell Darlene we got to pick up some parts for the car."
"Good enough," she said, and felt a little thrill climb up her back. So far, so good; now all she had to do was convince Darlene Sylvester that she was simply an innocent child, who had been taken advantage of. Sabrina giggled as she hung up; that sounded so stuffy and Victorian-like violated, or ravished. Didn't anybody in those days ever say fuck?
When she heard a knock at the kitchen door, Sabrina turned and went out the front one, moving sedately down the sidewalk and trying to appear properly worried. She took a deep breath when she stood upon the Sylvester's front porch and rang the bell.
Darlene looked terrific in a form-fitting dress that clung to her supple curves like it was damp, outlining the peaks of the high, firm breasts and snugging tightly over the flat belly. Sabrina could almost see the pouting shape of the woman's mound, and was appreciative of the extremely long and slender legs so polished and shapely.
The woman's hairdo was a flamboyant Afro, and looked very soft; her eyes were faintly slanted, midnight black and sultry; Darlene's lips were full and red, and the color of her smooth skin was coffee and cream.
"Oh," she said in a husky voice, "it's Sabrina. Charlie isn't home; he went off with his father."
Sabrina kept her face down and held her arms stiffly at her sides. "May I come in? It-it's very important."
"Why sure." Darlene opened the door wide and reached for her hand. "You look pale, child. What's wrong?"
Allowing herself to be led into the living room and seated in a big wing chair, Sabrina whispered, "I-I don't know how to say this. I mean, it isn't-I-well, please-"
Darlene frowned as she sat down. "What is it? If that damned kid, if Charlie and you-"
"It isn't Charlie," Sabrina said quickly, picking up the cue. "I hate to tell you this, Mrs. Sylvester, and I never would, only-only my daddy found out, somehow."
The woman's black eyes went wide in shock. "Not Charlie! Then you-oh, no."
"Bradford," Sabrina whispered, staring at the rug. "Maybe it was kind of my fault, for not screaming, or something. But he-he did it to me, and my daddy knows." She looked up then. "I don't want to do anything about it, but my father-he says I'm so young and it's against the law-"
Darlene trembled and her hands knotted upon her lap. "Brad-that horny bastard; not satisfied with slipping around and sticking it to other women, oh, no! That big-dicked son of a bitch has to screw a child. An underage kid,-and now her old man is going to raise hell, call the cops."
Sabrina felt sorry for the woman, sorry for all the lies and the acting. She got up and went swiftly to Darlene, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't fret, please. Like I said, it's okay with me. I-I learned a lot from your husband. And there may be a way out, a way to keep my daddy from calling the police and filing charges."
The woman's head snapped up. "How? I ought to let that horny bastard hang, that's what; but in a way, I can't blame him. You're such a beautiful child-but I wish he hadn't been so stupid. How can we cool your daddy?"
"Well," Sabrina said carefully, "I happen to know that my daddy has a real thing for you. He's always watching you walk down the street, and once I heard him talking to another guy, saying how beautiful and sexy you are, and wishing that he had the guts to try and make you."
Darlene's dark eyes narrowed. "You're saying that if I-"
Sabrina plunged on: "If you can seduce him, really do it to him, hell feel guilty after it's over, and hell be scared to turn your husband in. I know I'm not pregnant or anything, and there was no real harm done, and you can make him see that."
"Hmmm," Darlene breathed. "You might have something, girl. You just might. Are you sure he hasn't already called the coos?"
Sabrina shook her head. "He was coming over here, first."
"Then you get back and slow him up a few minutes," Darlene said. "Give me time to get ready. And Sabrina-thank you for giving me this chance. If it works out, I'll take care of my husband myself. Oh, man, will I?"
Hurrying back to her own house, Sabrina was elated. She'd pulled it off. She didn't feel very good about the lying, but told herself it was all for a good cause, the best cause there was-bringing the lovely, sensuous Darlene into the group, so everybody could continue fucking each other, without a chance of outside interference. And perhaps there was something else even more important: bringing Charlie Sylvester the chance to fuck his mother's forbidden pussy. She hoped it would be as good for them as screwing each other was for her daddy and herself.
Darting into the kitchen, she glanced at the expectant faces. "It's all set. Bradford, your wife really digs you; she's willing to do anything to protect you."
The big, black man grinned. "It ain't only that, baby girl. My old lady probably likes the idea of having to fuck another guy."
"Either way," Sabrina said, "she's waiting for you, daddy. But I'm going to go along, in case something goofs up. Not where she can see me, of course."
"In the back," Charlie said. "I left the door unlocked."
"Yeah," Bradford said, still smiling widely. "The boy and me won't get lonesome-not with Michelle here and all primed up."
Sabrina looked at her father. He was neat in a yellow jump suit, freshly shaven and scented, and there was a hot glow of anticipation in his eyes. "Well," he said, "you screw my wife, and now I get to stick yours. Wish me luck."
Urging him out of the front door, Sabrina peered down the walk behind him, and waited impatiently until she saw him enter the Sylvester home. Then she whipped outside and ran to the alley, turned down it and spend to the back door. Panting a little, and highly excited at the prospect of watching her daddy fuck a lovely black woman, Sabrina forced herself to wait a few moments before trying the door knob. It turned easily and quietly in her hand, so she slipped inside and closed it softly behind her.
She could hear muted voices, and sneaked toward them. They were in the living room, and as she neared the archway, Sabrina heard the woman say, "I'm glad you came to me first, Howard. Yes, I know what a terrible thing it is, and I'm willing to do anything I can to help. Anything, Howard; I don't want my man to go to jail."
Sabrina saw her father sitting on the edge of a chair with a glass in one hand; Darlene had already given him a drink. He said, "You-you're such a fine woman, Darlene. I don't want to see you hurt, but I don't know what-"
Darlene didn't waste much time. Reaching behind her back, she unzipped the clinging dress with a quick, graceful movement, and stepped out of it when it eddyied down around her feet. "I know what we can do," the woman purred.
Howard gasped, for the woman stood naked, her tall, lean body proud and arrogant in its nudity. Sabrina caught her breath, too, for Darlene was even more lovely than she had imagined. The shimmering brown skin was flawless, and the conical breasts lifted to black points, looking as if they had been oiled. Posturing sensuously, Darlene pivoted slowly to show Howard all the loveliness she had, and that was plenty.
Sabrina's eyes were drawn to the beguiling fluff of ebony hair that clustered like a million tiny springs around the swollen mound nestled so cunningly between the sleek and burnished thighs. And as Darlene pirouetted, there were the twin shapings of a wonderfully sculptured ass.
Her daddy swallowed audibly, and Darlene said throatily, "Howard, we can at least get back at my old man, if nothing else. I've had my eye on you for a long time, man, and if this thing hadn't brought us together, something else would have. Stand up, man."
Robot-like, he obeyed, and Darlene swept close. Sabrina could see her father's nostrils dilate as they caught the musky, compelling scent of the woman's flesh. Darlene's brown hands were agile, and his jump suit zipped open. He stood uncertainly, until the woman peeled down his sleeves, then reacted by climbing out of his clothes.
Darlene reached for his lifted prick, curling her fingers around it. "Nice white cock," she murmured. "I haven't had a nice white cock since I was a kid."
His arms went around her, and they pressed tightly together. Darlene's pointed nipples dug into his bare chest and her crotch undulated when Howard kissed her full lips.
They looked beautiful together, Sabrina thought; the gleaming brown form of the woman squirming hungrily into the pale white body of her daddy. Howard's hands were roaming over the slender, sexy flesh, cupping the exquisitely formed cheeks of the swaying ass and holding her belly close to his own. His stiff meat shoved against her slick belly, and his balls snuggled into the resilient hair of her luxurious pussy. Darlene was as tall as her father, Sabrina saw, and they fitted together wonderfully.
As they sank to the couch behind them, Sabrina wondered if it would make any difference to the woman, that the pale cock she was holding was smaller than her husband's heavy black one. No, Sabrina decided; she had gotten as much kick from both her daddy's prick and Charlie's skinny one, so soon after being well reamed out by Bradford's giant shaft. Besides, they'd said that Darlene was probably already screwing some other guy, and Sabrina figured that there weren't too many lovers hung like Bradford, black or white.
Mouths glued together, their hands exploring each other's body, the man and woman writhed passionately upon the pillowed couch, and Sabrina watched eagerly as Darlene's tapering legs parted, as the rounded knees lifted and the feet slid back. She saw the beckoning, shining pussy so softly black, and knew that it was steaming hot. Forced into this or not, Darlene was putting her soul into the affair. Maybe she had only been looking for an excuse, Sabrina remembered, and was glad that she had had a hand in creating one. Her daddy was just about to get himself yet another fantastic piece of ass.
"Oh, yeah," Darlene husked. "Your prick is hard as a rock, baby. Come on and put it to me. Shove your pretty white cock into my hungry black pussy-come on, come on!"
Fascinated, Sabrina watched as her daddy guided the swollen, reddish head of his prick down into the springy thatch of the woman's cunt hair, and saw them give way, parting to let the blunt tip find the surprisingly scarlet inner labia. The outer lips were brown, but those inside ones glistened red and wet. Then they were blotted out by Howard's distended glans. He probed them deeply, and they encircled his knob with a welcoming caress before clamping down upon the shaft that followed.
"All the way home," Darlene hissed, and bit his throat. "Right uo to the balls, lover man. Ah yes, oh good-feed that hard meat to me, baby. My old man fucked your little girl, and now's your chance to tear up this pussy he thinks is all his. Ram it deep, manroll that sweet cock head around inside your mama's snatch-that's it, that's the way!"
His prick was slipping in and out of the avid gripping of that aroused cunt, and Darlene rolled her ass bewitchingly, using deftly stimulating motions created of long and loving experience. Her furry crotch raked and hammered, lifted and fell, and her polished ass did incredibly sensuous gyrations. Howard caught hold of the cheeks and laid his cock strongly to her, cramming it to the hilt, then backing out so that only his cock head was held by her jealous cunt lips, before driving his pole solidly home once more.
"Hot, black pussy," he grunted. "What a sizzling, black cunt you have, darling. Ahhh! It's wringing down on my prick-never felt such cunt muscles before-ahh! Juicy black pussy, gripping my cock so hard and yet so soft-oh, baby, oh, Darlene-what a wonderful piece of ass you are!"
The woman whipped her long, supple legs high and held them straight up, so that her slim toes were pointed at the ceiling. Rolling her ass lasciviously, she then brought her legs slowly down, and wrapped them around the small of Howard's heaving back. Crossing them at her shapely ankles, Darlene locked her lover securely, and her pelvis blurred savagely as she struck at his, as she pounded fiercely with her belly and her crotch, riding his prick with all her unleashed passions.
"Fuck me, white man! Fuck the hell out of me! Stick that white prick up my pussy and rip me wide open-oohh! Ahh, baby-you re driving my clit crazy! Yeah, yeah-sock it to me, give me all your meat. Uhhh! Dig your fingernails into my ass, baby-hurt me a little, because I-I'm going to come. I'm coming now, lover-I'm coming!!"
Howard rocked and seesawed, plunging his cock strongly into the writhing pussy, raking her tensed ass cheeks with his fingers, and Sabrina's breath hung in her throat as the couch shook and bounced.
"You beautiful, black bitch," her daddy gasped. "Oh, you gorgeous black savage-your cunt is boiling, searing-UHHH!"
Sabrina watched her father's balls jerk and contract. He was hurling his precious come into Darlene's shuddering vagina, pumping it full of his sticky juice, and Sabrina was glad for them both.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After a long, drawn-out moment of breathlessness, Darlene and Howard broke their enraptured stasis and sort of melted to one side, as Sabrina crouched on the floor and caressed her own damp pussy. She saw that the lovely brown woman didn't let her daddy's cock slip from the grasp of what fabulous pussy, but tightened her thighs with an almost tigerish strength, to keep it locked inside.
"Umm," Darlene sighed, with her willowly legs still netting the man, "that was something special, lover. Oh, yeah; I can really groove on your prick. I'm sure glad that Brad stuck his meat to your little girl-although I swear, I don't know how the hell she managed to take it all, tiny as she is. I'm glad because it brought you over here to me, so I could get you between my thighs."
Sabrina watched her father stroke the long and lovely body, and saw the woman's superb ass roll sinuously in response, grinding the cock held deeply within her well-greased snatch. "I'm glad, too," he said. "And I'm only sorry that we had to lie to you, because you are one hell of a woman, Darlene."
The woman stiffened. "Lie to me? Do you mean that my old man didn't screw your girl?"
"Oh, Bradford fucked her, all right," he answered. "But it wasn't anything near the way Sabrina told you. She seduced him, and turned him on by admitting that she had been laying Charlie, that she wasn't a cherry. I don't imagine she had to do any begging, but your husband can't really be blamed. When little Sabrina wants to screw, she screws."
"Oh, damn," Darlene said, and rolled away from him, twisting his rigid prick from the clutching of her hairy cunt. "Then we'd better get straight, because I don't know just when Brad is coming back, and if he finds us making it-oh, man; I could have faced him down if he was all that guilty, but-wait a minute! I don't understand any of this, now. That pretty Idd came over here and conned me; why? Just to get me to screw you? I mean, Sabrina set me up for her daddy, but why? What does she have to do with-"
"Everything," Howard said, putting his arm around the trim waist and letting his shaft keep throbbing as it leaked starchy fluid from the ballooned head. "She started it all, with the help of your kid. You know where your husband and Charlie are now? Over at my house, taking turns pouring the prick to my wife."
Darlene's black eyes stretched wide. "I-I can't believe-oh, wow! Just what the hell is this, some kind of swinging group?"
"It sure is," he said. "My wife always dreamed of riding a hard, black cock, but she only admitted it recently. And I admitted that I had always craved to catch her get fucked. Charlie first made our dreams come true, and we hated to send the boy home at night. Then with Sabrina screwing me, too-"
The woman leaped off the couch and stood staring down at Howard, her hands on her hips, and that slim, magnificently savage body gone taut. "What? You and your own daughter-"
"And it's fabulous," Howard said. "All of you are wonderful, hot lays-Michelle and you, and Sabrina. But there's something special, something impossibly perfect, about slipping my prick into my girl's tiny snatch."
Sabrina saw the woman's graceful back tremble, and watched an involuntary flexing of the sculptured buttocks. "Your own kid," Darlene murmured. "That must really be something, all right. But why did Brad let you-oh, yeah; I see. So he could keep on banging Michelle and little Sabrina, too. That man isn't about to give up any good, fresh pieces of ass, and he's always had a thing about white chicks. So he traded me to you, so I wouldn't break up anything."
"And a hell of a trade it was," Howard said, reaching up and sliding his hands over the elegant hips. "You're the only black woman who ever screwed me, and I could get hung up on you."
"Your own daughter," Darlene mused, her hips swaying from side to side and her thighs brushing in a particularly sensuous rhythm of flesh whispering against silken flesh. "That must be something-incest, sneaky fucking, defying all the laws. Hmmm."
Sabrina lifted from her knees and removed her hand from beneath her skirt, where it had been caressing her palpitating mound. The woman had been aroused and gratified, then shocked and surprised, and right now she seemed to be titillated, so it should be the right moment to make a move. Sabrina moved quietly into the room and cleared her throat.
Darlene whirled, her hands going involuntarily to cover her dewy mound, where small white flecks of semen were glistening like diamonds amid the black fur.
"Would you like to see it?" Sabrina asked. "My daddy and me fucking, I mean?"
Frozen, a shining and coffee-colored statue, Darlene could only stare. Sabrina moved to the woman and lifted her hands to fondle the lovely, conical breasts, to press her belly into the steamy softness of the freshly screwed mound. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I ever saw," she breathed. "And one of the sexiest."
"T-too much," Darlene stammered. "This is just too much."
"No," Sabrina insisted, "it's only beginning, darling." As she spoke, she released the satin globes of the woman's tits, and slipped her dress over her head, kicked off her shoes and yanked down her panties. "Am I pretty, too?"
Darlene's eyes raced over her body, touching the pert little breasts and fixing upon the silvery modeling of the elfin mound. "Yeah, you're lovely; you're a tiny sexpot, all right. Both my men have had you-Brad, my son."
They both seemed to have forgotten that Howard was sitting upon the couch behind them, his shaft still erect and ready for some more of the new, glorious ass.
Sabrina said, "You might as well make it with me, too."
Darlene's hands answered for her, drifting up brown and slim to touch lightly upon Sabrina's pink nipples, to trail down to kiss the satiny shaping of her young cunt. Sabrina returned the caress, feeling the springy pubic hair wet against her fingertips, feeling the heat rising there. She trembled.
"You do it all," Darlene breathed. "So do I, baby-so do I."
They didn't go back to the couch, but sank right to the floor, reluctant to let go of each other, hands cupping and fondling. Darlene's skin was like dark velvet, faintly sweaty beneath Sabrina's fingers, and when her mouth found one of the high breasts, the black nipple was flavored with a wild musk, an exotic jungle taste that made her greedy. Sucking upon the tit, she cupped the curly crotch, relishing the way the woman pumped that moist and resiHent mound.
She felt a lean finger exploring her own vulva, and opening her thighs wide, humping at it until it slipped inside her labia. When she rotated her vagina upon it and knew the rubbing of her inflamed cHtoris, she lifted her mouth from the nipple and crushed her lips demandingly into Darlene's. Their tongues met and twisted avidly, and their bodies slid back and forth. Finger fucking tenderly, they both came at about the same instant, moaning and flinching.
When Darlene moved back to catch her breath, she murmured, "You're real tight, baby, but your little clit jumps around like it's on springs. I want to taste it, girl; I want to eat it up."
"Yours, too," Sabrina panted. "Let's change ends and get with it. My pussy is on fire."
The lean, burnished thighs parted for her head, and Sabrina licked at the dripping cunt hair, nuzzling deeply into the thatch and reaching out with her tongue. Her own thighs closed gently about the woman's face, and she twisted when she felt Darlene probing her cunt fiercely, lapping and nibbling there in a violent hunger. Sabrina delved into the quivering black pussy lips then, into the scarlet ones below, and learned the cauldron of the woman's semen-smeared vagina.
She went blind with lust, closing out everything but the churning delight of the black pussy she was eating, bucking upon the knowledgeable tongue that was corkscrewing into her own fiery snatch. They chewed and sucked, their asses wheeling and their crotches churning. Sabrina found the strong, throbbing clit and pulled it between her teeth, nuzzling deeply into the slippery cunt lips to do so, barely able to breathe and not giving a damn if she strangled. It was so thrilling, so wonderful, to eat and be eaten like this.
Groaning, she hunched furiously down upon Darlene's mouth, reveling in the small pain of teeth, and gobbled avidly at the flexing cunt that was in turn surging up into her own face. With a piercing stab of rapture, she came, and Darlene came, also, grinding and straining into her mouth. She came again-or was it the same bright, pinwheeling orgasm that strung itself out? It was marvelous, and she kept eating, continued to lance and probe with her tongue while she sucked the flowing hot juices of the woman's pussy.
Suddenly, she felt the pressure released from her cunt, and Darlene cried out softly, "Oh-oh! That's enough, sweet girl-enough for now. Oh-oh, it's so wonderful; you're such a juicy little cunt, such a sweet little white bitch. I love you, baby; I really love you."
Reluctantly, Sabrina rolled off the long, shivering body so smooth and brown. "I know," she whispered, licking her lips. "I love you, too, Darlene. I just adore your sugary black pussy."
Panting, they lay supine and tried to recapture their breath, while their hearts pounded away. Dimly, Sabrina became conscious of her father leaning over them, his dilated prick hard and strong in his hand.
"Just beautiful," he said horsely, "you two hot-assed women are just beautiful."
He crouched over Sabrina, and she reached weak arms up to him, her slender hips beginning to take up a tick-tocking motion, a slow flame starting to rekindle deep within her tremulous pussy. This was what she really dug, taking one after another, sucking or fucking or both, so long as she could just keep at it, bringing on orgasm after orgasm. "Here I am, daddy," she breathed. "Put it in me, daddy. I'm all slippery for you now, all heated up to give you a terrific fucking."
Almost brutally, he came in between her veed thighs, reaching his cock head up into the fluttering lips of her pussy and shoving hard. He was really turned on, she saw, set to boiling by seeing her and Darlene eat each other. She shifted her ass slightly, and her father's swollen knob pressed up into her ready snatch, sliding deeper and deeper into the clinging silks that caressed his meat, until his balls swung into the delicate cleft of her uplifted ass.
"Man," Darlene said in awe, "you really stuck the rod to her. And she's so tight. But go ahead, lover man-fuck your little daughter, feed her your cock in there where I just made her come with my tongue."
"Daddy, daddy," Sabrina panted. "Fuck me good, daddy. Oh, what a magic prick, so hard and nice. I love it, daddy."
He gave her stroke after stroke, spearing his rigid pole powerfully into her tight, twisting hole, his balls slapping into her ass while he held to her narrow hips. Sabrina cried out, and a sunburst exploded around her clit, to radiate shooting stars throughout her seething cunt. She came furiously, her heels drumming into her father's ass and her entire body arching tautly.
When he pulled out immediately, she gave another small cry, this one of sorrow, and blinked open her eyes to see why he was deserting her. She watched him climb over on top of Darlene, and saw his reddened shaft stabbing down at the other woman's enticing pussy. One mighty shove and Howard's meat was rammed to the socket, but he had barely gotten his cock seated when Darlene rolled him over onto his back and straddled him.
"Going to ride you hard, lover man," she panted. "Going to fuck you silly now. Got all your slidy prick up my pussy now, and I'm riding you like a stud horse."
For a few seconds, Sabrina watched the sleek brown ass pump up and down, and saw her father's hands gripping the cheeks. Then she rolled up to one elbow, and with an effort, slid over to them.
"Darlene, Darlene-lean up, darling. Sit up on him so I can get to you both."
"Sure, baby," the woman gasped. "Anything you say."
Erect then, holding the man's prick captive within the sheath of her trained pussy, Darlene waited. Sabrina put her face down, turning her cheek against her daddy's lower belly so she could reach them. Her tongue flicked out and its tip caressed the curly black snatch, and also touched the greasy base of her father's cock.
Both of them jerked at the added sensation, and when Darlene picked up her screwing again, she did it slowly, lifting her mossy crotch higher with each stroke, so that Sabrina could work her tongue over more of the oily shaft. Sabrina lapped at the joining of rounded flesh within cupping flesh, pushing closer so that she could get her mouth onto the tantalizing connection.
She worked at the sliding pussy, at the penetrating cock, trying to suck them together, licking hotly as they fucked, being a part of their erotic love, blending herself into their bodies and giving them torrid thrills with her lips and tongue. Sabrina felt her father's hands pawing blindly, and wriggled when one of them slipped between her thighs to grip her cunt. Somehow, he managed to get the other palm under one of her tits, and held to it while his belly rippled. The staccato lifting of his hips warned her that he was about to come.
Darlene was shuddering, also, her sleek body whipping back and forth. Sabrina tasted her seeping pussy fluids, and tried to pull the trembling cunt lips into her mouth when the cock buried between them gave a convulsive lunge and stopped moving. The woman sobbed as she crested, twisting upon the submerged prick and against Sabrina's greedily drawing mouth. Howard ejaculated, firing the treasure of his pressurized semen far up into the bubbling vagina, spurting his foamy come throughout the spasming black pussy, his balls dancing.
Sucking hard, Sabrina siphoned some of the oozing juice into her mouth, and swallowed the mixture of semen and vaginal lubrication. It was delicious, and she wanted more.
For a long time, they lay welded together, and when they finally broke apart, it was with a gentle, sweet series of slow movements. As Darlene lifted her dripping pussy from around Howard's shaft, Sabrina eyed the cock closely, and saw that it was slumping, that for the present, they had drained the strength from her daddy's meat. But she knew that he had never had such a tremendously gratifying fuck.
Rolling over, she wiggled up to kiss him, to smear the residue of his own come and the taste of Darlene's enchanted pussy upon her father's lips, feeding him her tongue to make certain he got the flavors. He sighed against her teeth, and she smiled damply, shifting her attention to examine the other woman's face.
Darlene looked even lovelier in repose, her long, sooty lashes lying against the smooth curve of her darkly golden cheeks. The nipples of her fine breasts were still erect, and there seemed to be a wisp of fog arising from her inflamed mound where the springy pubic hairs were matted with white paste now.
"Damn," Darlene murmured, "but that was the wildest fucking I ever had. I thought my pussy was going to blow up like a bomb. The two of you certainly know how to make a woman satisfied."
Turning her head, Sab-'" a kissed the full, ripe lips with great tenderness. "There's more to come, darling. Just wait until you can get your own son between those gorgeous legs, until you can feel your boy's stiff prick sink into that lovely snatch."
"Yeah," Darlene whispered. "Yeah, I'm thinking about that."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
They lounged around the Sylvester home for awhile, talking casually and getting to know each other better. Darlene brought out some wine, and even Sabrina had a few sips, although she didn't need anything but sex to get high on. She was getting hungry, too; heavy screwing always made her hungry, and she suggested they go on over to her house.
Darlene, clad now in a flowing African robe, hesitated. Tin not sure I can face them right away. My husband and my son know what I've been doing over here, and-well-"
They're waiting anxiously for you," Sabrina said, climbing back into her own dress. "You'll be surprised how much hotter Bradford will be for you, knowing you've been balling my dad. And Charlie has always been eager to get into you. We have to get with them all, Darlene."
Already dressed, Howard stood up and took the lovely brown woman in his arms. "Don't fret, darling. Everybody will welcome you."
"Okay," Darlene agreed. Then let's get with it, before I lose my nerve."
Sabrina held the woman's hand as they walked up the block with Howard a step behind, a concession to nosy neighbors. Leading Darlene around the back, Sabrina pushed open the kitchen door and went in. Only her mother was there, looking flushed and sated, her long hair tumbled and her mouth sultry with receded passions.
"Darlene, how nice!" Michelle came around the breakfast counter and kissed the woman on the mouth. "I hope my family didn't frighten you too much. Your family is upstairs; Bradford is asleep on my bed, and your son is taking a shower. I've never seen you look lovelier, dear. Good, open sex seems to agree with all of us."
Sinking upon a stool, Darlene shook her head. "Damn; you make it all seem so-so natural."
Michelle smiled. "But it is. Did Howard and Sabrina give you a nice, hot screwing? I hope so; I've had a marvelous time with your husband and boy. At the last, they made a sandwich of me, Charlie in back and Bradford putting it to my pussy. It was just terrific."
Sabrina went to the fridge and made herself a sandwich, washing it down with a glass of milk. Darlene seemed to be loosening up as Michelle described all that had been happening, and the slack woman's body seemed to tremble with anticipation. When Sabrina went to her and took her hand, she found the slim palm moist and warm.
"Come on upstairs with me," she said. "I'll take you to Charlie, and you can see your husband later."
Wordlessly, Darlene allowed herself to be led to the second floor, and on down the hall to Sabrina's bedroom. They stood inside it, listening to the sound of the shower. When it was shut off, Sabrina loosened the woman's colorful shift and drew it over her head to expose the gleaming beauty of that superb body.
"You look like an African queen," she whispered into the nape of the neck, 'like a gorgeous brown virgin being prepared for sacrifice on the altar of sex. It's going to be wonderful for you, Darlene-fucking your son, and it's going to simply blow Charlie's mind."
"I-I'm a little scared," Darlene whispered, and stiffened as the bathroom door opened.
Charlie took two steps into the bedroom and stopped. He was holding a bath towel in front of his slim body, and when he saw his mother standing naked before him, his eyes went wide. The two of them only stared at each other for a long moment, and Sabrina eased back. The towel fluttered from the boy's hand, and he licked nervously at his lips, his eyes drawn to the hypnotic cluster of his mother's glistening black pubic hair.
"You-you're so beautiful," he said, his voice scratchy. "Oh, mom, you're so beautiful."
"So are you," Darlene answered, the points of her breasts lifting, and her hips making an unconscious little swing of erotic invitation. "You're not a kid now, Charlie, but a young man."
Sinking into a chair across the room, Sabrina watched the boy's shaft rising, saw it extending itself in eager growth, the dark head swelling and the veins filling along the staff. When it was stiff and strong, he still didn't move. Darlene took the first step, undulating toward her son, taller than him by a head, a slender, mature priestess approaching her subject.
Throatily, she said, "I hear you're wanting to fuck your mama."
Charlie quivered. "Y-yes, mama. I always wanted to. I think you're the sexiest woman there ever was, and I've been jealous of daddy, getting all that wonderful pussy, feeling your long, sweet legs wrapped around him, hearing you moan when he drove that big cock into your beautiful cunt, I always wanted to make you do that, mama."
Her arms lifted and drew him close, pressing his face into her exquistely fashioned tits. "Now you can, baby. Oh, yeah, now you can do it to your mama."
His hands caressed the hillocks of her lovely ass, and his hard prick throbbed against the smoothness of her warm, brown belly. His voice was muffled by his mother's naked breasts, but Sabrina heard him say, "My cock isn't as big as daddy's. I may not be able to make you come."
Fondling his back, his neck, Darlene wriggled sensuously against him. "Sure you can, baby. Your prick is nice and hard, and size don't mean all that much. Come on to the bed, darling; come on and let your mama show you how good we can fuck."
They glided to the bed, still holding each other tightly, and Sabrina could see little eager ripples moving across the woman's ass. She felt almost as excited, remembering how turned on she had been when she first took her father's hard cock in her hand and knew that she was about to get it shoved up into her hungry snatch.
"On your back," Charlie said, "the way you screw daddy most times, and so I can feel these fabulous legs around me. Oh mama, mama-I'm so hot, I just may come all over your belly, before I even get it in."
"That's all right, baby," Darlene soothed him as she settled back and spread her polished thighs. "We'll just go ahead and fuck, anyway. Young and horny as you are, you ought to be able to keep on screwing."
Her hands caressed the boy's balls and wandered over his rigid shaft, teasing the ballooned cock head. Charlie fondled his mother's body, touching all the forbidden places, nuzzling into her breasts and licking greedily at the black, hard nipples. When he cupped her bushy cunt, a shudder wracked his tensed body, and Sabrina could see his prick jerking uncontrollably.
Sabrina thought that Charlie had better hurry, or he really would explode his load of semen before his cockhead even knew the thrill of touching his mother's crisp pussy hairs. Darlene must have sensed her son's taut eagerness, too, for she gripped his cock fiercly and guided the pulsing knob into the richly -haired mound of her moist vulva, lifting her shapely crotch.
"Here, baby," she breathed. "Here's your mama's hot pussy. Push your little boy prick on up into it, darling-ahh, that's right, sweetheart. Shove your nice, hard prick into your mama's juicy cunt. Ahh, oh, yeah-so hard and sweet-ahh!"
Holding her breath, Sabrina watched the slender brown rod slide into the black, furry snatch, and saw it penetrate the scarlet inner lips that seemed to gulp it inside their circle. With one eager lunge, Charlie buried his prick to the balls within his mother's vagina, gasping with pure ecstasy as he felt the silken, greasy folds close around his meat.
"Mama, oh, mama!" Charlie hissed. "I've got it in you. I really have my prick buried in your pussy, in your hot, slidy pussy. Oh, it's wonderful, mama, terrific! At last, I'm fucking my beautiful, bitchy mama."
"Yes, baby," Darlene panted, rolling her sleek hips and lifting her legs as her son's hands worked beneath her thighs. She arched her back and took his meat to the hilt, gyrating her practiced crotch to give the stroking cock head free rein within her suctioning sheath. "Yes, you're fucking your mama, and I'm screwing you back. Ooohh, that's good! You've really learned how to use that hard, young prick, baby. Stick it to me, cram it up me-ahh, yeah-yes, baby-pound your sweet cock up your mama's cunt!"
Grunting, Charlie thrust strongly into her heaving snatch, his balls slapping against the dusky cleft of her squirming ass. "Wrap your legs around me. Wrap those crazy, long legs around me, the way you do when Daddy is driving his big cock into you. Uhh! Uhh! Do I fuck as good as him? Do you love my prick as good as daddy's?"
"Better," Darlene panted, clamping him with the silken netting of her supple legs and rolling back upon her shoulder blades to get more of his pistoning cock deeply into her seething hole. "Oh, I love your cock better, darling-because you're my son, my baby, and now you're fucking the same pussy you came out of. Oohh! You're making your mama come, darling-your mama is coming!"
As Darlene rode her son's driving prick, as she crested upon the tidal wave of a tremendous orgasm, she moaned and bit at his throat with sharp teeth while raking the cheeks of his ass with flashing fingernails.
"Ahh, you horny little son of a bitch! Oh, you stiff-cock little bastard-I'm going crazy on your sweet prick-oh, you're a wonderful mother fucker keep jamming your meat to me, baby! Keep fucking your mother!"
Charlie was twisting and turning in the powerful grip of the sleek and sinuous legs, rolling his crotch into hers, pumping his iron-hard shaft into the blazing cunt he treasured most in the world, into the searing pussy that was supposed to be his father's private stock.
"C-coming, mama!" he gasped. "Oh, you're so hot and slicky-you have such a nibbling pussy-here it comes, mama! I'm shooting off inside my mama's pussy, pumping you full of my hot come!"
Pulses leaping, Sabrina watched the boy's testicles coil upon themselves, and saw him grind his pelvis savagely into the mattress of his mother's surging crotch as Charlie let go. She knew the feel of that foaming, hissing juice, the spurting of its creamy release, and she had an idea that this one was the biggest, most frantic load that Charlie had ever ejaculated. He clung sobbing to his mother's undulating ass and shivered as he hosed more and more thick syrup into that beloved, flexing vagina, overflowing its palpitating envelope with his jetting fluids.
Then he sagged upon her, but Darlene wasn't even started well. She held to his ass and rolled him over, first onto his side, then onto his back, straddling him in the position she seemed to enjoy most, dominating the slim male body trapped between her lovely thighs.
"You want to fuck, then fuck!" she said down to her son.
Her slender, shapely body whipped back and forth and she gyrated sensuously upon the young prick submerged within the grip of her thirsty cunt.
Darlene rocked back and forth, seesawing her dripping crotch against the boy's, pumping that delectable ass up and down with short, savage thrusts. Sabrina stared entranced; now Darlene was showing that primitive streak, that overwhelming animal fierceness that made her such a magnificent piece of ass.
"Your cock's still hard," the woman was saying. "And your mama needs some more screwing. Shake your ass, baby; wiggle that young prick around in my pussy. That's good-yeah, darling-you can fuck some more-rub it against my clit, boy. Uhh-uhhuhh!"
Sabrina flinched when somebody touched her shoulder, and snapped her head around to look up at the gleaming black body of Bradford Sylvester. The man sat down beside her, and she saw that huge, thick cock standing tall and heavy as an upright log. Its glowing head was black velvet, and she wondered how long the man had been watching the action on the bed, where his son was being screwed to a nub by his wife.
"Man," Bradford whispered, "she's really turned on. She's about to fuck that kid to death."
Sabrina looked back to the scene and saw Charlie lunging upward, saw him reach up to pull his mother's wriggling body down flat against his own. "He can handle it," she said. "He's laying the meat back to her now. They've been screwing for quite awhile. Look how they're loving each other; both of them have needed this for years."
On the bed, the bucking, lunging pair shivered to another completion, and lay still. Bradford whispered, "You think we ought to let them alone for awhile longer? I'd sure like to show my old lady that I'm for it, that I dig what she's doing."
"Why not?" Sabrina asked. "But give them time to catch their breath. Then, I think it might be a good idea to bring them to the master bedroom; the bed's so much bigger there. It'll give us room, so everybody can do some balling."
"I'll dig that, too," Bradford said, and stood up, his flagpole cock shoved out before him as he moved slowly toward the bed where his wife and son lay entwined.
Sabrina left them, shedding her clothing before she reached the door, and not even looking back. She hurried downstairs and found her mother and daddy in the kitchen. Both of them were nude, and Michelle was sitting upon his lap, one hand toying with her husband's newly awakened prick. He was nuzzling at one of her heavy, rounded breasts.
"Hey, you guys," Sabrina said, going to them and placing a hand atop her mother's, where it rode upon Howard's cock. "Charlie made it great with his mom, and now Bradford is getting with them. He's going to bring them to your room, so all of us can get in on things. Are you ready?"
"Sure," Howard said. "I was just telling your mother about all that fucking over at the Sylvester house, and how you and Darlene swung there. I agree with her now-about black screwing; I really go for that hot brown pussy Darlene has."
"And I'm still crazy about a black prick," Michelle purred, "besides being very interested-in how a black cunt will taste."
"Just wonderful," Sabrina promised. "Come on, will you? I don't want to miss anything, and they're all probably waiting for us by now."
"And," her daddy said, sliding her mother off his lap, "I know a little sexpot who never gets enough fucking."
She grinned at him. "You wouldn't have it any other way, would you, daddy?"
"No," he grinned back, and slapped her bare ass playfully as she scampered ahead of them.
When Sabrina entered the master bedroom, she saw the Sylvesters waiting. Darlene was stretched out on the bed, her long, lithe body lying so brown and beautiful, her arms spread wide so that she could hold a cock in each narrow hand. Charlie kneeled at her left, and Bradford at her right, while she caressed both hard pricks, the dark and eager shafts that had learned to share her captivating pussy, husband and son now with equal rights.
Darlene let go when she saw Sabrina, and the men climbed off the bed to stand beside it. Darlene said then, "I thought us girls could he here side by side, so that the guy can have a go at each of our cunts in turn."
"Good idea," Michelle agreed, moving quickly to take her place beside the black woman, turning to crush her lush, white body against the lean, darkly golden one for a moment.
Sabrina was next, climbing up to snuggle beside Darlene, and they lay in a naked, beguiling line of tender flesh.
"You go first," Bradford said in his deep, resonant voice. "I haven't seen you put it to my old lady yet, and neither has Charlie."
"Okay," Howard answered, caressing his swollen cock, "but I'll have to start with Sabrina."
She held up her arms to her father as he positioned himself between her thighs, and found that she had to put her left leg across Darlene's leg, to make enough room. The black woman kissed her throat as Howard maneuvered his puffy cockhead down into the silken nest of her silvery pubic hair, and licked her ear as he began to work his knob up into the trembling lips of her small pussy. Beyond him, she could see the others waiting, their eyes shining as they fondled their erect tools, eager for their own turn at her narrow little box.
Her daddy's shaft slid gradually up into her snatch, and Sabrina squirmed delightedly upon it, loving this particular meat better than any other, because it was his. She thought that Darlene must feel the same way now, valuing her son's prick over other men's rods, because he was her own blood.
Hunching to her daddy's crotch, Sabrina met him stroke for stroke, conscious that she was also putting on a show for the people who were watching, demonstrating her proficiency to the other males she would fuck next, and showing the women she could screw as well as any grown-up cunt.
But she came before she realized it was happening, her body keyed up by the crowd, by the multiple excitement, and shuddered upon her daddy's cock in jerkings of ecstasy.
He pulled out of her then, climbing over to get at the pulsing black snatch Darlene had waiting hot for him. Turning her head, Sabrina watched as her father inserted his reddened knob into the wiry padding of the woman's crotch, and saw it drawn swiftly up into the juicy hole when Darlene arched her slim back to take in the hard meat.
"Go ahead, son," Bradford said. "Help loosen up that girl's tight little pussy for your daddy's big cock. I want to watch your mama get fucked for awhile."
Charlie mounted Sabrina, and she reached down to guide his rigid shaft into her steaming slit. She wondered how long her daddy could go on screwing before he came, and thought that he wouldn't get past the hungry, demanding snatch he was pumping into right now. It wouldn't matter, though; her mother wouldn't be cheated, because Howard was so up, so excited that he could probably keep on fucking the rest of the day.
She felt Charlie's rod moving up into her sheath, into the flowing vagina her daddy's cock had just left, and welcomed it with a grinding of her pelvis, a swinging of her sleek ass. This had been her first lover, the boy who had taken her cherry, and she would always be grateful to him for that. Sabrina humped him lasciviously, rolling her vagina around his slender prick and rubbing her clit into its base.
He was turned on, too; his eyes were fixed upon the greasy white cock sliding in and out of the hairy clenching of his mother's magic pussy, and soon quivered to completion, fountaining his semen into Sabrina, flooding her tight hole.
Beside Sabrina, her daddy plunged greedily into the black woman's trained cunt, and Darlene rocked voluptuously beneath him, churning her crotch and hammering that matted pelvis. His balls slapped wetly and noisily into her lustrous ass. Sabrina had been right; her father was about to come. She could tell by the broken rhythm of his strokes and the way his balls kept jumping.
He groaned as he let go, and Darlene gave that soft little shriek that meant she was also hitting a climax. Howard clung to her sleek ass for a few seconds longer, then regretfully backed his dripping cock head out of her clenching box. White and sticky juice was hanging to the knob as he crawled over and rubbed it into the red-haired snatch of his own wife.
"Boy," Bradford said, "get the hell off that girl and go put it to your mama."
Charlie obeyed promptly, snatching his prick out of Sabrina and climbing between his mother's uplifted knees to probe eagerly at her steaming pussy.
Sabrina felt Bradford fitting his bulbing, giant cock head into her twice-fucked pussy, and she was glad that at least one load of oily semen had been left inside her. She had almost forgotten how huge this man's prick was. It powered up into her elastic labia, spreading them wide, and her vagina stretched to accommodate that giant bulb and the thick shaft that followed.
Now everyone was fucking; three pricks were sliding happily into three rapturous cunts, pumping erotically as the women squirmed and rode them with intense concentration.
Sabrina listened to the liquid sounds of meat stroking into juicy holes, to the soft moans of happiness and the grunts of joy. The bed was shaking, but it was a special rhythm that rocked them all together, and she gave herself up to the movement, to the deep thrill of the massive cock working inside her tiny snatch.
Beside her, Charlie cried out, "Oh, mama! I'm shooting off in you again-your pussy, mama-your sweet ass shaking for me-"
Wiggling on the club that stimulated her erect clit with every sliding movement, Sabrina realized that her present lover was trying to hold off, that Bradford was attempting to save his load of semen for his wife. She came, but didn't even slow down, hooking her heels around the man's muscular thighs and digging them into the backs of his knees. She sued every flip of her ass, every twist of her pussy, to make him come, her tight cunt biting down on his thrusting cock head.
And she succeeded. Bradford stiffened out and grunted, and Sabrina felt the first quick spurt of his boiling come strike against the spongy cupping of her womb. But he yanked himself out of her before he'd fired it all, his hand squeezing down hard upon that throbbing black shaft and holding back the rest of it.
Charlie had just rolled off his mother when Bradford positioned himself between those supple legs. He released his grip on his cock, and the straining head let loose a geyser of foaming semen that sprayed all over his wife's heaving brown belly, spattering milky juice over her smooth, sweating belly.
"There, you hot-assed bitch," he said. "Now you got two loads in you and one on you."
Darlene snatched at the big prick and hiked her ass, forcing the still spitting knob into her fiery pussy lips, burying it to the furry balls with a deft twist of her pelvis. "Yeah," she panted, "and I'm going to get me another load inside. Come on, lover man-fuck me-fuck the hell out of me, like the others do!"
For awhile, Sabrina watched the huge piston hammering into the steaming cunt, then looked across the heaving bodies to see that Charlie was between her mother's lush legs now, that the pair was fucking contentedly. Her father was moving around the bed, coming toward her, and even if his cock was drooping, she knew that it could be brought back to life.
She turned to meet him as he stood beside her with his legs spread, lifting to her elbows so that she could fondle the wet sack of his balls and raise her lips to lass the slippery cock head. The lovely bulb had been inside three sizzling holes, and had gone off inside two of them. The next load was hers, and she would take it in her mouth, where she loved having it.
"Oh, daddy," she breathed, "well never stop, will we?"
He stroked her hair as her lips closed over his prick. "No, baby. You have more friends, and so do we. If anybody gets tired, we can always bring in new flesh, new friends."
Friends and lovers, Sabrina thought, and began to work her tongue.
