The word "normal" is a frequently used term, but it is a word whose exact meaning is extremely elusive. The same can be said for the word "perverse". What those two words imply seems to vary from country to country, from community to community, from person to person.
In one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one's back to others. In certain Eskimo cultures it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a respected guest.
Connie Stapleton appears, outwardly, at least, to be an average American woman. Yet, behind closed doors, Connie behaves in ways that many others would consider abnormal and perverse, for her strong sex drive leads her to choose many partners which our society considers taboo. But at the same time, this young woman demonstrates a strength and courage, and a love for her fellow human beings, which many of us could envy.
THE NEIGHBOR'S PETS-a story of interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A story of one woman's search for persohal happiness.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Linda Stapleton stepped out of the shower and grabbed a bath towel.
At seventeen, Linda had a figure which was the envy of most girls in Kingsville High and the source of delight to males of all ages in Kingsville. In fact, the way her tits had developed so rapidly over the past year had startled and embarrassed Linda at first. But then she had suddenly noticed how men stared at the front of her blouse or sweater as she walked lithely down Main Street on her way to school.
She turned to face the mirror, bunching the towel under her thrusting tits, examining her small, tight nipples.
"Are you going out, dear?"
Linda's mother's voice brought the young girl out of her reverie. She reached for the doorknob.
"Not for an hour, mom," Linda said, opening the door and wrapping the towel around her as she joined her mother in the hallway outside. "Why? Did you want me to do something?"
"We need some bread, that's all."
Connie Stapleton had started to walk away, but thought better of it, the sight of her daughter's towel-clad figure bringing a thoughtful expression to her beautiful face. At thirty-six, Connie looked as if she were in her late twenties, and she was often mistaken for her daughter's sister. She impulsively reached for Linda's towel as the girl walked into her own bedroom.
"Here! Let me dry you off before you get a chill."
Linda smiled at her mother. Ever since the death of her father in an automobile accident two years ago, she and her mother had grown naturally closer, sharing intimacies most girls wouldn't share even after they were married.
"You still want to mother me, huh?" Linda said, grinning.
Connie held the towel, her eyes going over her daughter's striking figure with its high swollen tits boldly out-thrust, her flat belly and her steamy wisps of pubic hair. Then, almost dreamlike, she pressed the thick towel over Linda's beautiful tits, her hands moving in a caressing motion, lifting and kneading the titties before patting them dry and moving gently over her daughter's firm stomach.
"I was going to drop in next door and see if they need anyone for the summer months," Linda said, a shiver running down her spine. Her mother had unexpectedly moved her hands back under her tits. "I'd love to work with animals, and if I don't line up a summer job, I'll be left out. There isn't that much to do in Kingsville."
"They must be ready to open. It's over a month since the Dillons moved here and took over Dr. Siliker's practice."
The big house next door had always been an animal hospital for as long as Connie could remember, and it had seemed only natural a young couple would arrive in town and take it over.
Linda watched her mother drop to her knees, the towel moving up and down one shapely leg and then the other. Her mother's face, she noticed, was but a few inches from her cunt. For some reason her cunt was itching slightly.
"They've certainly been making some changes. Carpenters, electricians and just about everybody in town has been working in there."
"It's the new swimming pool that fascinates me," Connie admitted. "Maybe if you get a job there, you'll be able to use it."
Linda shivered as her mother rubbed tentatively over her cunt. "Ow!" she gasped, her hips moving back and away from the stroking fingers.
"Sensitive, huh?"
"Oh, Mother!"
Linda and her mother had always had an easy relaxed relationship when it came to sex. So different from most of her girlfriends who always insisted sex was the last thing they discussed with either of their parents.
Connie got to her feet, patting her daughter's pubic mound. "Whatever Bill Dexter is doing to you, is doing wonders for your figure."
"Oh, Mother! Do we have to go through that again?" Connie laughed and moved around her daughter, rubbing briskly at her softly-rounded shoulders before moving downward to the girl's waist. "I don't worry about you, but you must admit putting you on the pill was a pretty good idea."
Linda nodded. Briefly she debated whether or not to reveal how disappointing sex had turned out to be. In fact, now that she thought about it, fooling around with Bill had been far more exciting when she knew she couldn't let him fuck her. In those days, they had wrestled and fooled around in the car at a movie, driving themselves crazy as they tried to hold off and prolong the sensational feelings of arousal. Then he would finger-fuck her cunt and she would rub his cock until he ejaculated as she herself exploded with an orgasm at the same time.
Later, when she started on the pill, she had purposely not told him. For some reason, she had been frightened to tell him, fearing she might, when his big, excited cock was about to enter her tingling cunt, not want to lose her virginity. But then one night in the back seat of his car--he had plunged his throbbing prick into her cunt, startling her with the pain but then filling her with an urgent need to fuck. That's when his cock had withdrawn to her clutching cuntlips and furiously jetted the hot semen over her heaving belly and into her navel.
Connie Stapleton finished drying the beautifully curved cheeks of Linda's ass, affectionately squeezing them before dropping the towel and impulsively reaching around the girl. Her hands moved under the swollen globes of her daughter's tits and squeezed them possessively.
"Yes, you've certainly grown into a very healthy young woman, darling," she whispered. "Your father would have been proud of you."
Linda shivered as her mother's warm, soft hands molded over her raging tits. Bill Dexter played with her tits all the time, but there was always something missing. He would get them excited, but he never touched them in the right places. The result was that he always left them yearning for something more. A series of wild shivers coursed through her tits and zeroed down to her itching cunt.
"Poor, Mom! You really miss Daddy, don't you?"
"More than ever."
Connie kissed Linda on the neck, a wave of sexual desire sweeping through her pussy. She squeezed her daughter's fabulous tits once more and then, reluctantly, she reached down for the towel.
"You're lucky having Bill," Connie murmured.
Linda turned to face her mother, a look of concern on her face. "Oh, Mother! Don't be so despondent."
Connie smiled at her daughter. "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to be. It's just that I'm still young enough to want a man, I guess. And Kingsville isn't the best place on earth to find one.
"There isn't a man in Kingsville or anywhere else that wouldn't give his right arm to ... to ... "
"Get into my pants," Connie laughed, gazing at Linda's luscious young body.
"That's right," Linda agreed, impulsively leaning forward and kissing her mother on the cheek. "All we have to do is find one. I'm going to dry my hair and then wander over to the house next door. I feel lucky today, and a job for the summer would be marvelous."
Connie smiled as she turned to leave her daughter's room.
* * *
Meanwhile, in the big house next door, Dr. Paul Dillon and his wife Angie were putting the finishing touches to the reception room leading to their animal clinic. After a month, they had changed the entire house from top to bottom, and they were ready to start advertising in the local paper and open a modern animal clinic.
"Hey! Hey!" Angie giggled delightedly as she tried to finish hanging a drape. She was teetering precariously at the top of the stepladder, and Paul had just run both hands upwards over her shapely young thighs, his fingers running under the tight leg openings of her denim shorts. "Couldn't you wait until I'm finished up here?"
Paul stepped onto the bottom rung of the ladder, moved one hand around his wife's hips and unzipped the fly in the front of her shorts. A moment later he was peeling them over her squirming hips, taking the skimpy panties with them as he bared Angie's firm round ass. As she squealed in protest, he planted a long lingering kiss on first one ass-cheek and then the other.
Angie gave up. Paul's huge hands were gliding all over her thighs and groping in her pubic hair. She began wiggling and twisting. They were in danger of falling off the ladder. She fell back purposely, forcing him to grab her in his arms.
Then a moment later, they were twisting and writhing on the carpeted floor, Angie screaming and pulling at his hair, while he firmly held her in place, kneeling between her flailing legs as he tried to unzip his fly.
"You rat!" she cried. "Don't you think of anything else but fucking?" Angie kissed him, aware that his jeans were open and he was sporting a massive erection.
"Not when you've been strutting around here all day looking like that," he gasped. His hand left his cock and moved to her blouse. "Besides, we have to dedicate each room as we finish it."
She trembled as he opened her blouse, her tits bursting free and thrusting up toward his face as if waiting to be sucked.
"Look at the drape," she cried. "This room isn't even finished."
He sucked her luscious warm tit, taking in the blossoming nipple as she squealed delightedly. Angie held her tits in place as he continued to suck and nip at her swollen nipples.
"God!" The sensational way he sucked her tits had always left her breathless. She delighted in the way he would assault her nipple as he nipped it with his teeth.
"No, no!" she cried. The wet head of his cock was parting her cuntlips. "I don't want it!" She tried to twist her hips to one side, but his thighs were braced against hers, holding her in place. "No, no! Paul!"
He loved to hear her protest and fight him back. It made his cock bigger and eager for a fucking.
"Aaaah!" she gasped as his heavy cock moved unerringly up her cunt, widening out the channel and filling her with ecstasy.
She arched herself lazily, letting him sink his big cock to the hilt. She felt the bristly hair around the base of his shaft, and she quivered excitedly. His mouth and tongue were driving one tit mad and she squeezed the other, filling both tits with an urgent desire.
"Jesus!" she whispered. His cock was throbbing and pulsing inside her wet cunt. She started using the inner muscles of her warm, wet cunt. He'd always loved the way she could make her ass and hips move when he was fucking her. It was something she had been able to do from the start when her older brother had fucked her religiously every Saturday night. She'd only been thirteen then, but even at that early age she'd never been able to get enough cock inside her cunt.
Paul switched tits, taking her by surprise. "Oh God! That feels marvelous!"
He withdrew his mouth from her gleaming tit and kissed her on the mouth. The sight of her golden-hued body beneath him had always fascinated him and given him a fantastic hard-on. "I thought you didn't want a fucking," he grinned, kissing her eyes and nose as he forced more of his throbbing prick inside her pussy.
She continued to work the walls of her cunt around his pulsing cock, the warm membranes pulling and sucking on it. "I think you just got too horny eyeing that blonde and her daughter next door," she grinned. "I saw you with the binoculars after lunch when she was getting a suntan."
The thought of the attractive woman next door made his cock jerk, and he withdrew his prick. Then he rammed it home, feeling Angie bend and arch herself as she spread her legs.
"Not getting jealous are you?"
"Lord no. That daughter of hers would make a good fucking for someone too."
He withdrew again, slowly, and then he began a series of deep, powerful thrusts.
Angie laughed. "That made you horny didn't it?" The thought of Paul fucking the young teenager brought a bursting wave of ecstasy to her cunt. She knew the conversation was making his swollen prick pulse and reach even more.
He went back to sucking on one tit, his cock ramming into her fight, welcoming cunt.
Ever since they'd moved into their home, he had kept an eye on the two shapely women next door. A little piece of strange cunt was something he enjoyed. He put his hands on Angie's shoulders and raised himself, thrusting into her cunt.
"And what are you going to do without another man?" he asked, his hips and thighs slamming against hers as she held her tits and offered them to him.
"I guess I'll have to stick with Charlie."
Charlie was a dog.
"Charlie isn't big enough for you," Paul teased, thrusting jerkily now, his balls filled with sperm.
"He's getting better."
"He sure loves his fucking."
She reached up, the persistent stabbing of his hot prick into her pussy bringing the first urgent mounting of her orgasm. She pulled on his ears, forcing his mouth onto hers. Then she began the methodical slamming of her hips and thighs against his.
"Yes, yes!"
His cock was thickening, widening out her cunt and sending wave after wave of tingling ecstasy to course through her loins. She lifted her firm ass off the carpet. as her orgasm reached the bursting point. Then with a cry, she swung her legs over Paul's wildly-gyrating back, her thighs clutching his waist as his magnificent prick churned in and out of her clutching cunt.
The first stream of hot fuck-juice spurted against her cervix, filling her with a desire for more. Then she hung on, gasping and crying as Paul's cock emptied itself in a series of exploding geysers.
He lay down on top of her. Her exquisite softness and the way her upthrust tits grated against the hair on his chest brought a melting warmth to his exhausted body.
For several minutes they listened to the other's labored breathing. Then, very slowly, he rolled off, stretching out on his back as Angie sat up, her eyes bright and gleaming as she stared at his cock.
She ran one hand over his chest and the flat plain of his belly, laughing as the taut muscles around his navel tensed nervously. A moment later her hand was cradling his cock, clasping and squeezing it affectionately.
Paul fondled her tit. The huge, fully-blossomed nipple was still wet from his saliva and he strummed it with his fingers. Angie shivered, the movement of her shoulders making her beautiful tits jiggle. The soothing pressure of her fingers was making his cock hard again.
A shiver coursed down her spine as she continued to stare at his huge cock. She squeezed his balls gently as his cock stirred. A moment later she was on her knees, both hands now fondling his big prick, a strange faraway look in her eyes.
"I'll make him ready," she whispered, her little pink tongue sweeping across her full, sensuous lips before darting out and taking her husband's cock by surprise.
"Holy Jesus!" Paul's hips jerked uncontrollably. "No, damn you, no!" His hand moved to her ass. "You've had enough, do you hear?"
"You were the one that wanted to fuck."
"And you didn't like it?"
She kissed the tip of his straining prick. "You know I don't like cock. You force me every time."
She turned her head to grin at him. His hand was clasping her thigh, driving her mad. That and the sight of the enormous shaft, gleaming and wet from the recent screwing, was turning her on.
A few seconds later, she clutched his balls firmly. Then, very delicately, she placed her face over his prick, her sensuous mouth open wide. Slowly and teasingly she sucked on the pulsing head.
"God, that's marvelous!"
Paul closed his eyes, the soothing heat of Angie's mouth encasing his steaming cock. He moved his fingers upwards on her thigh and into the blazing heat of her wet cunt. Then he slowly moved first one, then two, and finally three stiff fingers into her grasping, clutching cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Dr. Paul Dillon and his wife Angie stepped out of the shower and started drying themselves.
"And no more fucking today, remember!" grinned Angie, flipping her towel behind her and pulling it back and forth to dry her ass. "Just let me fix that last drape in the reception area and by then it will be time to remove the stitches from Whiskey's shoulder."
Paul was toweling his cock and balls and staring at Angie's beautiful tits which were swinging and swaying.
"Jesus, what a pair of beautiful tits," he murmured approvingly.
Angie laughed. "No wonder. What with all the exercise they get from you, I'm just lucky my tits aren't all worn out and sagging."
"No fear of that," he said, grabbing the swollen mass of firmly yielding tit-flesh. He squeezed her tit once or twice, the feel of her tit bringing a dull ache to settle in his balls. Of all the women he had fucked, Angie's tits were still the best.
Later, they stared at their handiwork, the entrance lobby and attractively furnished reception room. "I guess we'll be ready to open on Monday," Paul said. "I'll put an advertisement in the local paper.
"And don't forget to put one in for a girl," Angie suggested. "One for the evenings and Saturdays would be fine until we get on our feet and get a little money in the bank."
Paul put his arms around her and kissed her on the ear.
She tried to turn in his arms. "Can you stop acting so horny?"
Paul was about to answer when the doorbell rang. He released Angie, a puzzled look on his face. "Our first customer?"
"I hope not," Angie answered. "I haven't even found our instruments yet."
A moment later she saw her husband ushering in the attractive young teenager from the house next door.
"Hi! I'm Linda Stapleton, your next-door neighbor."
"Well, hi yourself," Paul grinned, taking her hand as his eyes traveled over her magnificently thrusting tits. "I'm Paul Dillon, and this is my wife, Angie. How nice of you to come and see us.
When Angie and Linda had shaken hands, Angie led them to the living room. "Sit down and I'll make some coffee," she said, noting how Paul's eyes were still taking in the shapely young teenager as he followed her into the room.
The short, pleated white skirt seemed to caress the tapering smooth thighs and encase the firmly rounded ass as Linda walked in front of him.
Linda sat down and crossed her legs. The short skirt was creased around the top of her thighs and she attempted to adjust it. She thought better of it when she saw the look in Paul's eyes, the animal doctor being even more handsome than she had imagined him to be from a distance.
Briefly, she wondered if her mother realized how good-looking the young doctor was. She had caught her mother staring longingly at Paul from the kitchen window on more than one occasion.
Linda turned to face Paul Dillon now that he was seated opposite her. For some reason she found herself blushing, and it annoyed her. He was certainly not the first man who had taken his time looking her over, and hopefully, he wouldn't be the last.
"My mother and I were tempted to drop in and welcome you to Kingsville, Doctor," she said. "But then you always looked so busy, we felt we would be intruding."
"We're almost ready to open, officially. In fact Angie and I hope to open on Monday. After that, we just want to become settled in Kingsville and be a part of the community."
"We've needed a veterinarian here for a long time. I think you'll be very busy." The way he kept looking over her tits and thighs brought an unexpected wave of pleasure to her loins. "I understand the farmers of the county have been hoping for an experienced animal doctor for years."
"You're a very observant young lady. I mean, most young people today would never notice something like that about the area around them."
Linda smiled and blushed. "Thank you," she said. He was naked from the waist up and his virile appearance was taking her breath away.
Angie came in with cups of coffee. "I'm sorry I have nothing else to offer. I've delayed shopping until we get settled and I see what we need."
"That's all right, Mrs. Dillon. I'm watching my figure, anyway."
"I don't blame you," Angie countered. "I imagine every man in Kingsville is too."
Linda's tits were out-lined in the front of the almost sheer blouse. Angie could well imagine what was going on in Paul's mind as he took in the ripeness of Linda's tits.
"Have you lived in Kingsville all your life?" Angie asked, moving her chair next to Linda's so that she could keep an eye on Paul.
"We moved here when I was very young. Three years old, I think. My brother Stevie was born that year."
"I see." The look on Paul's face was full of lust as he tried to sip his coffee and continue to stare at Linda's beautiful thighs. "And what does your father do?"
"Daddy was killed in an automobile accident two years ago."
Angie reached over and placed a hand on Linda's warm, shapely thigh. "I am sorry," she said, sincerely. "That must have been tragic."
"Mother has never quite got over it."
Angie glanced at Paul. He had said jokingly one day that he hoped Mrs. Stapleton was a sex-hungry divorcee. Now she wondered what he thought about a young widow who hadn't been fucked for two years.
"Are you still in high school?" Paul asked.
"I finish this year," Linda replied. "I hope to go to college in the fall."
Linda straightened up in time to see the excited look in Dr. Dillon's eyes as he eyed her tits.
"I'd like to be a pharmacist." Linda tried to pull at the skirt, but gave up. "That's one of the reasons I dropped in. I'm looking for a summer job. Living next door and loving animals, I hoped you may be needing someone. I don't care what it is, really."
Paul smiled. "As a matter-of-fact you came at the right time. I was just going to put an advertisement in the local paper."
"You mean ... well, you think maybe I could fill the position?" Linda asked.
Angie gave a short laugh. "I don't see why not. If you like animals, I'm sure you'd be perfect."
Linda couldn't resist the urge. She leaped out of the chair and flung her arms around Mrs. Dillon's neck.
"Oh thank you, Mrs. Dillon! Believe me, you won't be sorry. I'll do anything you want, and you'll be delighted with my work."
The girl's enthusiasm had taken Angie by surprise, but she returned the affectionate hug.
Linda walked over to where Paul was sitting, an embarrassed look on her face as she held out her hand. "Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much."
"Don'tmention it," Paul, grinned, getting to his feet. "Don't you want to know anything about your salary or hours?"
"I don't care, really. I know you'll be fair, and besides, I just want the job." Linda was shaking with excitement, and she felt like running all the way home in order to tell her mother the good news.
But they insisted on discussing the details, the salary delighting Linda, and her work hours were conveniently arranged.
Later, they proudly showed her the entire clinic, the clean, sterile appearance of the place intriguing Linda.
"I can hardly wait," Linda said, feeling the doctor's interest in her. It gave her a feeling of being wanted, and she couldn't wait to work with the handsome hulk of a man.
Angie watched the attractive girl run one hand along the long strands of blonde hair. There was a pleasant tingle in Angie's tits. It had been a long time since she had been intimate with another woman. It was one of the things she had missed after getting married.
"We were just going to remove stitches from our own dog's shoulder," Angie said. "Perhaps you'd like to stay and watch. It isn't a very big operation. We just snip away the sutures, but it would be something to watch."
"Perhaps Linda has something else she'd like to be doing," Paul said, giving the young teenager the opportunity to decline if she wished.
"Oh no. I'd love to watch you."
Angie went out to the kennels, returning with a frisky German Shepherd bounding along beside her.
"This is Whiskey," she said, watching Linda wrap her arms around the excited dog. The girl's thighs were parted, revealing the thin ribbon of panties that covered the teenager's cuntlips.
"Isn't he adorable!" Linda had difficulty controlling the excited dog. She eventually dropped to her knees, the dog nuzzling her neck.
Paul was scrubbing his hands in the sink. "You're certainly not scared of animals, anyway," he said, the curve of the teenager's body bringing a surging new heat to his aching balls.
"No, I love them."
Paul dried his hands and then reached for the animal's collar. "We'll strap him in a harness just in case I make a slip with the scissors," he said, lifting the struggling dog onto the steel table, and strapping him down on his side. Then, for five minutes, he carefully cut the sutures. When he was satisfied, he looked at Linda's beautiful face. "That didn't bother you, did it Linda?"
"Not a bit. It would have to be something far more gruesome than that to bother me. Besides, I think he's adorable." She patted the animal.
"Good. No matter what the animal is brought in for, we always take the opportunity to examine him thoroughly." He looked at Linda who was nodding her head in agreement.
Linda Stapleton watched enthralled as the doctor looked in the dog's ears and eyes.
A moment later, Angie was rearranging the harness. The hind legs had been expertly strapped and outspread.
Linda's eyes focused on the slim, fur-covered cock. She gasped as the doctor's fingers slowly and gently stroked the column of prick as Angie cradled the sac of tight testicles and began gently pulling them.
"He's two years old," Angie said. She had always loved playing with an animal's balls, even as a child when her brother had shown her how to do it. She glanced at Linda's face. Linda was already expressing a mixture of surprise and excited shock. "Anytime from now on he'll be wanting to reap his wild oats," she said softly.
Paul Dillon tried not to laugh. The young girl beside him was actually trembling, and he could hear her breathing hard as he continued to stroke and encourage the dog's cock. Slowly he increased the pressure, pressing ever more tightly on the thick surrounding skin. Then, almost reluctantly, the pink prick snaked slowly out from the tight foreskin of furry sheath.
"They're just like men, really," Angie said softly. "They have to be exercised and with a little encouragement they have to show their prowess."
Linda made a choking sound and blushed. The tingling in her tits was almost unbearable, and the itching which had started in her cunt was now a blazing fire. She swallowed hard and then stared at Dr. Dillon's handsome face. A series of startling shivers zigzagged between her hot cunt and her exploding tits.
Paul smiled at her encouragingly. "He's coming along fine," he said. "Would you like to do it for me while I find a receptacle for his sperm?"
"Wh ... what?" Linda gasped. Her legs were like jelly and the fire in her tits was now an inferno.
"Just try it," Angie suggested. "It's something we often do in the clinic and you could help us quite easily."
Linda stared at the doctor's fingers. They were moving back and forth along the straining cock. Her hand came out, but she stopped. The trembling in her legs was uncontrollable as she urged her fingers to move. His hand came out, covered hers, then gently pressed it down over the pulsing column of pink, meaty prick.
"Aaaah ... " Linda gasped. "Golly!"
Angie smiled to encourage the girl. She watched as Linda's fingers closed around the steaming little cock and began working back and forth along the sticky stem.
"That's perfect," Angie grinned. "You'll soon get the feel of it."
The German Shepherd gave a long wailing whine, his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth. The outspread legs and round hindquarters began a steady rhythmic humping, as if what Linda was doing was perfect heaven.
Paul moved to a long counter and found a large-sized test tube. He looked over Linda's shoulder at Angie, a knowing grin creasing his handsome face. "How is he coming?" he asked, managing to keep his voice as normal as possible.
"Perfect," Angie answered, her eyes gleaming as she continued fondling the animal's hard little balls and her eyes glued to Linda's as she continued gently moving fingers to rub and stroke at the rigid prong. "Linda's doing it beautifully. And Whiskey! Why he's just lying here and thoroughly enjoying it."
Paul stood beside the shaking teenager. The girl's big blue eyes were wide and full of excitement and she kept nervously brushing at her long blonde hair. Her tits, he noted, appeared more impressive than ever. Linda continued playing with Whiskey's stiff little cock.
Angie clutched the dog's warm tight balls, the movement causing his pink prick to throb.
"That's perfect Linda," Angie said. "You're going to be a great help to Paul and I."
Linda made a choking noise, the warm glow in her genitals and the tingling in her tits now unbearable.
"Have you got a boyfriend, Linda?" Angie asked softly.
Linda swallowed and cleared her throat. "Y-yes," she stammered.
"I thought so."
"Wh ... what?" Linda asked incredulously, turning her head to face the beautiful woman.
Angie smiled, a knowing little look on her face. "You do this so beautifully. I mean, you certainly know how to do it and please him."
Linda watched her hand work methodically on the hard little cock. "Yes, but ... I mean ... "
Paul's hand was on her shoulder, patting her reassuringly. "Of course, of course ... we understand. It's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all adults here." He smiled as he watched the teenager's fingers continue their expert fondling. "He's a little dry," he said. He got a jar of petroleum jelly from a nearby shelf, removed the lid and scooped some up. "There we are. Now continue that rhythm. Not too fast and not too slow. That's how most of us males like it ... as you probably know."
Linda hesitated, then she began to rub the fascinating little cock. Slowly she wrapped her hand around the hot stem, delighting in the pulsing excitement of the cock as it nestled in the palm of her hand.
A wave of bliss swept through her loins suddenly, making her shiver. Then, she brought her other hand into play, taking the cone-like head and squeezing it.
"Ah yes! Now you're really getting the hang of it," Paul grinned. His cock, which had been slowly rising in the front of his pants, became fully erect. A thrill coursed through his balls.
"He's getting excited now," Angie said, her panties becoming wet.
"I don't blame him," Paul laughed. "The way Linda has caught on is nothing short of sensational."
The dog whined as Linda's fingers were now frantically teasing and exciting the throbbing cock.
"He's coming!" Linda was choking with excitement and her fingers were rubbing and stroking and squeezing the warm, stiff cock. She squeezed her thighs together, aware for the first time that cunt-juice was soaking the crotch of her panties. "Oh yes, now he's coming!"
Angie withdrew her fingers from the dog's balls. She watched Linda promptly take over, fondling the taut balls and making the cock strain more. "Beautiful, Linda. And so thoroughly done."
Paul was almost coming in his pants. The teenager's tits were actually bouncing in her tight white blouse. He held the test tube near the end of the dome-like head of the straining prick, waiting for the jet of hot sperm.
"Yes, Linda. You certainly know what to do with cock, don't you?" he said quietly, aware now that the young girl was almost out of her mind. "Steady and methodical, that's the secret isn't it? Your boyfriend is a lucky young man, isn't he, Angie?"
Linda choked with impending anticipation. Her eyes were glued to the tip of the pointed cock, waiting frantically for the spouting juices which, hopefully, would spurt into the waiting container. She was aware of the doctor's arm around her waist as he, too, waited excitedly for the ejaculation. Then Linda pulled the hard taut balls tighter, her other hand encasing the slippery, pulsing column of the animal's cock.
A moment later Linda was crying out ecstatically as the first gush of hot fuck-juice spurted from the end of the cock, spewing into the test tube which the doctor was holding.
"I agree, her boyfriend is a lucky young man, Paul," Angie said, her voice high-pitched as the outpourings continued from the dog's prick. "Marvelously done, dear. Now just keep it up and you'll have those balls drained. That's it, Linda. Beautiful darling!" The teenager's excitement was overflowing as her busy fingers kept rubbing the dog's prick long after the last of the semen had been shot.
Linda stood back from the table, the doctor's arm still around her. She shook and panted painfully. She was holding her hands out in front of her, the stickiness of the dog's semen making her fingers stick together. She used the back of her hand to brush the hair from her forehead, realizing for the first time that she was perspiring.
"Good grief!" she moaned, her eyes focused on the test tube with its creamy white contents.
Suddenly, the doctor turned and smiled at Linda. "How did you like your first lesson in animal care?"
"It was certainly ... thrilling," she admitted, taking a deep breath as Angie handed her a wet washcloth.
"And you certainly knew how to do it," Angie said, watching Linda wipe her sticky hands. "At college," she lied, "most girls became so excited they did it too fast."
"What ... what difference would it make?" asked Linda innocently. She was still shaking from the experience, and she was feeling sexually aroused. Far more, in fact, than Bill Dexter had ever aroused her.
"The sperm is too weak if you rub and arouse the cock too quickly." Paul was now standing near the counter and putting drops of the semen on a microscope slide. "You've probably noticed with your boyfriend that an early ejaculation is very weak and watery." He stared into the lens of the microscope to stop from laughing.
"Yes ... no! I mean I ... well I ... "
"Haven't noticed?" Angie asked, pretending surprise. "Well, I'd say by the way you did it today, your boyfriend hasn't any problem with weak sperm."
Linda blushed and stared, fascinated as Angie proceeded to wash the German Shepherd's genitals. "It was certainly something I never expected to do this afternoon when I walked in," she admitted swallowing hard and trying to control the spasms of excited joy which were still racing through her cunt. "I mean, I suppose I did all right. I can still have the job, can't I?"
Paul turned and smiled. "We'll be delighted to have you on our team, Linda. You certainly seem to have a way with animals, and that's the most important thing about working in an animal hospital."
Angie washed the animal's cock and balls. "I think we're very lucky discovering Linda with so little trouble." She smiled at the pleased look on the teenager's face. Briefly she wondered if the beautiful young girl would look as contented once Paul had fucked her. Then she thought of Charlie, and a new glint of excitement streaked across her beautiful dark eyes. She could hardly wait to see the lithesome teenager struggling beneath the enthusiastic dog as he sank his cock into the teenager's cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
"His name is Whiskey and he's a German Shepherd."
Linda Stapleton was excitedly informing her mother of her experiences at the animal clinic next door.
"You obviously made a good impression," Connie Stapleton said thoughtfully. Her daughter's little skirt was hiked around the girl's hips and she could well imagine the impression Linda would make on the virile-looking Dr. Dillon. "Is Mrs. Dillon nice?" she asked, trying to sound indifferent.
"Oh yes. She's so friendly and she has a gorgeous figure."
Connie gave a little laugh. "Yes, Dr. Dillon has his hands full, I imagine."
"Anyway," Linda went on, refusing to be put off by her mother's sarcastic remark, "we removed the stitches."
"We?" her mother asked in mock surprise.
"Well, Dr. Dillon did. He wanted to see if I could stand seeing an operation, but it didn't bother me a bit. Then he examined the dog all over and let me help him."
"That was nice. What did you do?"
"Dr. Dillon gave him a thorough examination. Whiskey is two years old and will soon be ready for ... for ... breeding." Linda ran one finger under her bra strap, easing the tension in her tits.
"He did?" Connie asked, the subject suddenly interesting her.
Connie had just managed to close the erotic novel she had been reading, and she had tucked it under the cushion when Linda had walked in. Her tits were still aching from the graphic description of a screwing between a man and two teenagers hitchhiking across Nevada. She coughed and crossed her long legs. "How ... I mean, how did he do that? I mean, check the dog for breeding?"
"He wanted a sample of Whiskey's sperm."
Connie swallowed hard, surprised at the streaks of excitement coursing through her pussy. "You mean, he actually made the dog ... made the poor thing ... come?" She had always found dogs fucking on the street a little disgusting, yet this sounded so exciting.
"Whiskey seemed to like it."
"I bet he did. You mean, he actually rubbed the dog's ... Gosh! Where was Mrs. Dillon during all of this?"
"She played with Whiskey's testicles, and the doctor started ... well ... rubbing and stroking the ... the ... "
"Cock?" Connie asked impatiently. "Yes, but then he asked me to do it while he prepared the receptacle."
"Lord!" A vision of Linda delightedly rubbing a dog's cock brought a wave of lust to her cunt. "And did it ... I mean, did it give a lot when it came?"
The subject was becoming fascinating, and it was obvious Linda didn't mind talking about it. Besides, ever since Connie's craving for cock had started to grow month by month, all she had been able to think about was a cock spuming out the hot fuck-juice into her cunt.
"Yes, Dr. Dillon said it was perfect, and he promptly put it under a microscope for examination."
"Well, I'm blessed!" Connie recrossed her legs, aware that a mini-orgasm had soaked into her panties. She hoped it wouldn't stain the chair cushion. "You certainly had an entertaining afternoon, and if you can work the evenings and Saturdays until school finishes, you'll be all set." She wondered how the young, attractive doctor could stand watching a pert, shapely young teenager rub an animal's cock without getting a hard-on. Then she recalled how Dr. Simpson had practically had his head up her cunt whenever he examined her before having babies. A spasm of lust raced through her cunt, making her shiver.
"I have to get a uniform." Linda explained.
"I'm going shopping tomorrow afternoon. We could go together and I'll help you pick the style."
* * *
The next day Linda and her mother were startled to find Mrs. Dillon had already chosen the style.
"They're really beautiful," said the salesgirl, holding up a gossamer-thin uniform. "It's what all the big-city nurses are wearing, according to Mrs. Dillon."
"Good grief!" Mrs. Stapleton could see every wrinkle on the girl's hand through two layers of the see-through uniform. "No wonder the nurses are doing everything but nursing in the hospitals these days."
Linda took the uniform and held it to her chin. The crotch of her panties would just be visible at the hemline of the uniform. "I'll have to buy new undergarments," Linda said thoughtfully.
"Preferably something colored," her mother suggested. "I'm beginning to think Dr. Dillon is running a sex clinic instead of an animal clinic."
The salesgirl was busy shuffling other uniforms. "Mrs. Dillon said I was to tell you to go to the lingerie department and pick out anything else you needed."
"Thank goodness for that," Linda grinned. "Bras and panties cost a fortune these days."
In the lingerie department, Linda and her mother were even more surprised. The bra which Mrs. Dillon had recommended was a flimsy, gauzy little thing which appeared to have been cut in half. The bra was a thin netty band which passed under the thrusting young tits, holding them boldly displayed with the nipples about to burst.
"Wow!" Connie grinned as Linda walked out of the dressing room. "What a marvelous dress for a wild New Year's Eve party." The thin fabric of the uniform had molded itself firmly over Linda's straining tits.
"Oh, Mother!" Linda said, a little exasperated at her mother's complaining. "No one will see me at the clinic except old men and women who bring their cats and dogs."
"And the doctor," she reminded her daughter, dropping to one knee and lifting the hemline. The bikini brief was little more than a thin band of elastic around the girl's waist. "Don't ever forget your underwear," Connie grinned, startled at the growing lust which was flooding through her loins.
"I wouldn't mind the doctor," Linda murmured. "But after all, Mother, it's no worse than your new bikini."
Connie got to her feet. "Of course it isn't, darling, and if you feel comfortable in that uniform, I think you should wear it. I always say if you have a good body, show it." Connie imagined the doctor taking in those healthy young tits. She even hoped he might give them a good working over. She doubted if Bill Dexter had even tried to be a tit-man. "And quite frankly, I think Mrs. Dillon is paying you a compliment."
* * *
Angie finished her drink beside the pool and handed her glass to Paul. They had watched Linda Stapleton and her mother leave on the shopping trip, Angie assuming the young girl was probably picking up her uniform.
"It will be interesting to see if she takes the bra I suggested," Angie grinned. "With that see-through uniform, anything would look sensational under it, but if she has the nerve to wear what I had ordered in specially, she'll make a sight that will keep every male in Kingsville fully primed all day. Including you, darling." Angie brushed the palm of her hand over the front of his shorts.
"You're determined to make her the first member of our exclusive club, aren't you?"
"She and her mother." Angie kept stroking at his fly as he continued to stare down at her. "There's lots there to keep us all happy." Her fingers closed over the denim of his shorts and clasped his upthrust cock.
"Not Linda. She's jailbait."
Angie smiled. "For how long?"
"Two months," he said, grinning and moving out of reach of her hand.
"There's nothing to stop you from letting her get the feel of it, is there?" she asked, watching him walk toward the patio doors.
"No," he replied.
"And I certainly intend letting her get the feel of Whiskey," she added, "and possibly Charlie. Charlie's getting quite good, really."
Later, when Paul Dillon had driven out to one of the thoroughbred ranches, Angie reluctantly retired to the house. She had hoped Linda and her mother would return to their house, then she would invite them over for a drink by the pool. The two women, however, had failed to return, and she decided to take a shower before preparing dinner.
Half an hour later, still buoyed by the erotic conversation with Paul, and the fact that she had allowed the sharp spray of the shower to concentrate almost entirely on her tits, she stepped out of the tub, opened the door and called to Whiskey.
The German Shepherd came bounding down the hall and into the bathroom.
"Hi, fella! Want to do some licking?" Angie continued drying her hair as she thrust out her pelvis toward the dog. "You like that soap, don't you?"
Angle shivered unexpectedly as the animal's muzzle touched her thighs. "Ooooooh! That's naughty," she croaked, unable to believe the exquisite ecstasy that was sweeping through her cunt.
For several minutes, the dog was content to lick tentatively at the deep gully between her thighs. The point of his tongue touched the lush growth of thick black pubic hair. He withdrew momentarily and licked at the crop of pubic hair.
Angie stared down at the gently licking tongue, the dog's baleful eyes staring up at her.
"That tastes good, doesn't it? My goodness, but you're getting to be a naughty boy," she whispered, managing to keep her thighs and legs together, even though the persistent licking was driving her insane.
Angie stretched and brushed at her thick black hair, feeling the dog's stabbing, darting tongue entering deeply into the crack between her thighs. "I don't know if I should let you enjoy that some more or not," she warned him. "Letting another girl play with your cock made me very jealous, you know."
Angie thrust her hips forward as the long tongue continued to lick her glistening pubic hair. "And a little girl at that. Getting her all excited. And not even offering to give her an inch or two of that cock of yours. Well, just a little more."
Angie shivered. Then she parted her thighs, feeling the dog's hot, sticky tongue darting into the deepening chasm and sweeping over her swollen cuntlips for the first time.
"Oooooooh! Easy!" She gasped with excitement as the coursing thrills swept upwards to her tits. "Oh my goodness but you're naughty today!" Her breath was coming in jerky gusts, the tantalizing stroking of the tongue bringing a surging need to her cunt. "You do that to Linda and you'll send the child stark raving mad."
Angie threw away the towel and bunched her fully swollen tits, squeezing and kneading them as if to counteract the persistent licking of the tongue.
"Marvelous," she groaned, "and I haven't even let you in."
She worked on her tits, lifting, molding, kneading and twisting her burning nipples.
The first droplets of juice oozed out of her cunt. The dog responded. His tongue parted the cuntlips for the first time, bringing a racking tremor to her twisting thighs. Then, the dog thrust his curled and stiffened tongue through the outer lips and into the moist heat of her hot cunt-hole.
For almost five minutes, Angie accepted the torture of the dog's attention to her excited cunt. Briefly, she wished she had made Paul fuck her before he left for the country. Whiskey loved to lick her clean after Paul had fucked her, and on those occasions, she could endure the dog's attention for the longest time.
Angie parted her thighs a little more, the big dog immediately taking advantage and moving in as he tried to get more of his hot, eager tongue into her cunt.
"Good God!" she gasped as the animal persisted in licking avidly at her clit, sending devastating streaks of raw lust to sweep up and down her cunt. She twisted her nipples as she stared at the humping dog. The dog's wet black nose was crushed against her pubic mound. A moment later the dog had thrust three inches of lavishly-licking tongue upward s into the clutching tunnel of her burning cunt.
"Oooooow! Whiskey!" she groaned, unable to believe the fabulous sensation the dog was causing. His tongue was moving methodically now and flicking at her clit as it moved up and down.
Whiskey was rewarded with a new load of fresh juice, which he proceeded to lick with mounting relish. The coarse hair around his mouth titillated her ever-moving cunt and thighs. Her thick, curly pubic hair tickled the end of his nose, but nothing stopped him from licking the delicious cunt-juice.
"Oh, you rascal!"
Never had the dog been so good. Angie milked her tits, groaning as his thrusting tongue continued its sensational action. Then, unable to stand it a moment longer, and with her orgasm mounting with frightening speed, Angie placed one foot onto the edge of the tub, giving the animal all the room it needed to ream out her exploding cunt. She was bending over, one hand reaching under the dog's wildly-flailing tail to the hard cluster of balls, her other hand hungrily searching under the dog for the quivering column of his pink cock.
Whiskey whined as her fingers fondled his balls. He panted frantically, as other fingers closed around his steaming cock. Then, spurred on by the flow of sticky fuck-juice now oozing out of the delicious hole, he resumed his penetration of the glistening tunnel, his tongue darting in.
The rising swell of convulsive lust made Angie rub Whiskey's thickening prick. She grasped the swelling testicles tightly, delighting in the way the stiff little cock erected. Then she closed her fingertips around the cone-like head, squeezing and milking at the soft, spongy flesh as the dog began licking more avidly than ever before.
A moment later, she felt the throbbing eagerness of Whiskey's prick as it readied itself for the spurting fuck-juice. Then, as her own mountainous orgasm burst in her cunt, deluging the dog's slashing tongue, her hand cradled his cock, helping it ejaculate in a series of wild, convulsing jerks.
Whiskey still licked thoughtfully at the dripping hole, his enthusiasm dampened momentarily, but then as more and more of the delectable cunt-juice bubbled onto his stabbing tongue, he gradually became more interested.
"You're a very naughty boy," Angie whispered, her fingers fluttering over the end of the animal's shrinking cock. She was disappointed at not having thrown the dog quickly onto its back. The sight of spurting come had always fascinated her. She rubbed at the dog's flaccid pink prick. She felt the slim piece of slippery roll gradually exert itself once more into a stiff prong of stubborn bone.
"That's better isn't it?" she whispered. "Now you could take on the little girl next door."
The thought of the dog fucking Linda Stapleton filled Angie with growing anticipation. Teasingly, she closed her thighs over the cool nose of the German Shepherd. Then, her eyes glazed with lust and a growing pain of anticipation smoldering in her genitals, and she dropped to her knees and stretched forward on the bath mat.
The dog, now fully primed, stared at her upturned buttocks. Angie smiled as the dog, drawn by the scent of the fuck juice now dribbling down the side of one thigh, nuzzled between her thighs. He licked hungrily for several minutes, his rough tongue sending startling streaks of ecstasy from Angie's thighs to her pulsing cunt.
Then, a moment later, the dog's frantic paws were scratching on her back, stumbling and falling over her outstretched legs and feet.
The first thrust of his hot shaft of cock caused Angie to moan from sheer joy. Then her hand found the pulsing cone of cockhead and steered it into her waiting hole. Angie's grateful moan and the dog's enthusiastic whine blended, the four-inch shaft of hot cock fucking into the welling heat of her cunt.
"Oh marvelous, Whiskey!"
Angie worked the inner muscles of her cunt, grasping the dog's quivering prick and making Whiskey lurch and hump. Then, as she gasped delightedly and closed her eyes, the powerful thrusting of the animal's cock brought on the orgasm she had been wanting all day.
Whiskey stretched out over the rounded ass of his mistress, his furry coat tickling Angie and adding to her excitement. The first tumultuous explosion had drained them both, but now the second was about to break.
The dog methodically whipped his stiff prick into the warm, gulping hole. He gallantly hung on, his haunches slapping against the rounded cheeks of her ass and bringing a surging lust into his taut, eager balls.
"Marvelous, Whiskey!" Angie moaned. "Nice and steady, just the way I like it. Oh, you're such a good boy!"
The dog jerked, his hot little prick brushing Angie's exploding clit.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" she gasped, her mounting orgasm taking her breath away.
The dog staggered for a moment. She spread her knees quickly and gave him more room. Then she hung on, gasping and crying as his prick thickened and widened out her hole. A few thrusts later, the jets of the hot dog-come spurted into her clutching cunt. Then she was shaking and trembling uncontrollably as Whiskey, with a few determined jerks, emptied his balls.
* * *
Later, when Dr. Paul Dillon returned home, he found Angie sprawled out on her back. She was still on the bathroom floor with Whiskey curled up between her outstretched legs, his nose wedged into her crotch.
"Well, well!" he grinned. "What have we here? A little hanky-panky?"
Angie opened her eyes, then grinned up at him. "I had to take the next best thing," she groaned, cupping her tits. "How did you get along, anyway?"
"I met a couple of good prospects," he said, squeezing her tit. He moved his other hand to pat Whiskey's head. "Now don't get jealous," Paul snapped, pulling on the animal's ear. "After all, you're the only one who's had a piece of tail today, so you've nothing to complain about."
"It was there for the asking," Angie pointed out as Paul continued to squeeze and fondle her tit. "You just wanted to work instead of play. Maybe if you're very good tonight, I'll let you give me a real screwing. How's that?"
CHAPTER FOUR
It was two weeks later and Angie Dillon and Connie Stapleton were lying in the sun beside the Dillon's pool.
It was mid-afternoon, and Dr. Dillon was glancing through the window of the operating room at the two bikini-clad women. Over the last two weeks, Connie and Angie had become firm friends.
"It's too bad we hadn't got to know each other from the day we moved to town," Angie said. She was taking in Connie's beautiful tits which were towering upwards as if waiting to be sucked, the thin material of the bikini-top molded perfectly over the upthrust peaks. "It takes so long to get settled."
"I realize that," Connie replied, running her fingers under the elastic of the bra. "I'm just delighted to be here and be able to use the pool. I love swimming, but it's such a bore getting ready and driving all the way to the lake. Besides, Linda has a boyfriend and I don't think it's good for her to spend too much time with an oldie like me."
"How old are you, Connie?" Angie asked. "That is if you don't mind telling me."
"Thirty-six."
"No one would ever tell. If it wasn't for Linda, I'd have said you were twenty-eight. Your figure's nothing short of sensational."
"Oh come on now." Connie laughed.
"I mean it. And Paul has said so too."
The idea that the virile-looking Paul had even noticed her figure brought back the feeling of sensuality to her crotch. It was a feeling that was becoming more and more familiar as the weeks went by. "I can't imagine why. I took one look at you and thought you were the shapeliest female to ever hit Kingsville."
Angie looked thoughtful. "It's been two years, hasn't it?"
"Since I lost David? Yes."
"No boyfriends in sight?"
Connie shook her head. "Not too much choice in Kingsville. Even the married men don't try something different. And I'm not very good at socializing, either."
"It's not good for you, really. I mean, with a body like yours, you should be having fun."
"Are you trying to say I should be having some sex in my life?" Connie asked, grinning.
"Yes, I am. Don't you often feel like it?"
"Sometimes."
"I couldn't do without it," Angle said. "I had my first piece when I was twelve or thirteen--I don't remember which. My older brother had started teasing me when I was about eleven. That's when I first started getting lumpy. It must have been over a year before he'd let me touch him, and six months after that before he jumped me. God! I'll never forget how marvelous it was."
"You mean ... you mean, he actually ... actually fucked you?"
"Indeed he did."
"That's incredible!"
"Not where I came from. We were poor and a big family. It was all a part of loving each other, I suppose."
"Yes, but ... but ... I mean that's incest."
Connie fiddled with the bra of her bikini again, the conversation doing nothing to calm the ache in her cunt. For some reason ever since Linda had described how she and Angie had made the dog ejaculate, she had found Angie and Paul frighteningly sexy.
Angie laughed at Connie's prudishness. "I don't think it did me any harm. After all, it was someone I liked and even loved, although at the time you didn't care to think of a brother as someone you loved."
"That's the point with me, I guess. I mean, I suppose I could find a man, but unfortunately I'm old-fashioned enough to think I should like him."
"Do you like Paul?"
"What!" asked Connie incredulously. She was blushing. Now that he was practically being offered to her, she was behaving like a schoolgirl about to see her first cock. "You mean ... you ... you mean you would actually allow your husband to ... Good grief!"
"Good heavens! You'd only be borrowing about eight inches of wonderful cock for a few minutes," Angie laughed. "I wouldn't expect you to try and run off with him or anything like that." Out of the corner of her eye, Angie could just make out the way Connie was breathing heavily and obviously thinking about it. "It was just an idea," she mumbled as she lay back and reached for her cigarettes and lighter. "I know he wouldn't mind obliging."
Connie's brain was in a whirl. Her tits were on fire and the bikini bra had suddenly become too tight. She glanced quickly down, a little disturbed to find her nipples bulging teasingly through the nylon. Then she noted a wisp of blonde pubic hair curled obscenely from the wispy piece of nylon at her crotch. She reached for the cigarette Angie was holding out toward her.
"Thanks," she whispered after taking a drag, the turmoil in her loins and the flaming desire in her tits almost driving her out of her mind. "And thanks for the offer. Maybe someday--if he thinks the same way--we'll get together."
"Oh, he thinks the same way," Angie grinned. "I'd say he was just dying to fuck you."
Later, when Paul arrived by the pool in his shorts and holding a tray of drinks, Connie was aware that he was studying her tits. She blushed, not only in the face but down through her neck and over the swelling mounds of exposed tit.
"You girls have a good time while I was working my butt off?" He had purposely chosen to sit down next to Angie in order to get a better view of Connie's fabulous tits.
"Were you busy?" Connie asked, wanting to say something to hide her self-consciousness.
"Surprisingly so. I'll be pleased when that beautiful daughter of yours is working full time. Then I'll let Angie and her do the afternoons while I look after the county."
Connie nodded her head and smiled. She fought an urge to adjust the bikini bra now that he was so obviously interested in her tits. "She's certainly enthusiastic about the job up to now," she said thoughtfully as she took a deep sip of the gin and tonic.
"And we're enthusiastic about her." Angie said running her fingers up and down Paul's spine. "Aren't we, darling?"
"We certainly are. I still can't get over my good fortune in having her walk in for the job." He stared suddenly into Connie's eyes. "Who knows? By the time she goes off to college, we may have talked you into taking over from Linda."
Connie grinned back at him, gaining some composure. "You might. But I have Stevie to think about after Linda goes."
"We can work something out when the time comes." Paul stretched out as Angie started scratching his back. "How about a swim before dinner. I feel all hot and bothered, for some reason."
Both women laughed.
Angie said, "You're always hot and bothered." Then she glanced at Connie in time to see her look of unbridled excitement. "Let's join him and show him how to swim, Connie."
Paul pulled Connie roughly to her feet. Then the three of them ran to the side of the pool and jumped in.
Connie was never sure whether the gentle brushing of her tits while they were underwater was an accident or arranged. She was just aware of the flames in her raging tits. Then she was swimming powerfully down the length of the pool.
She was sure he was going to grab her and hold her tightly against his powerful body.
She reached the far end of the pool a split second before him and hung onto the safety rail as he joined her. Angie swam to the other side of Connie and gasped.
"Phew!" Angie gasped. "You're quite a swimmer."
Connie, realizing her tits were almost free of the stupid little triangles of the bikini bra, was frantically adjusting the straps.
"I imagine Connie does everything well," Paul suggested, a wide grin on his handsome face as he looked at Connie's bulging tits.
Before Connie knew what was happening, Paul's hand was covering hers, removing them from bikini straps.
"No, oh no!" she pleaded, even before she knew for certain what he had in mind. "No, please. Stevie will be ... "
Before she could finish, she felt Angie's cold fingertips on her back. A split second later she felt the release of the bikini top as Angie unclasped the tight strap.
Then, for the first time in two years, Connie felt the unbelievable thrill of a man's huge hands covering her raging tits and squeezing them affectionately.
"Oh God!" Connie gasped, closing her eyes as the full impact of what was happening swept through her body from head to toe. She felt herself sinking, and her hands flew to his shoulders. His knee had somehow gotten between her thighs, moving up to her cunt. Her thighs closed gratefully around the supporting knee and thigh and she hung on frantically, every nerve and every muscle of her hungry body trembling and shaking in anticipation.
For several minutes all that could be heard was Connie's erratic breathing as she fought valiantly against the urge to faint. She was aware of Angie's hand moving flatly over her quivering spine.
Connie luxuriated in the ecstatic joy of his fingers and palms which were avidly working on her tits.
Connie moaned, aware for the first time that the lump poking at her belly was his upthrust cock. She slowly pressed forward. Then she shivered ecstatically as once again the huge cock, still confined in his shorts, pressed eagerly against the firm muscles of her tummy.
"Please ... God, please ... Stevie will be ... will be coming home!"
"Shhh!" Angie murmured. "He can't see you from this distance. Besides, don't you like the feel of a man around you once more?"
"Yes!"
Angie moved her hand into the bikini bottom. "There, there," she whispered softly, moving her hand teasingly over Connie's beautiful ass and squeezing it. "That feels good doesn't it? Why don't you and Paul go inside and I'll watch for Stevie?"
Connie hesitated for a moment as Paul's fabulous hands continued their expert massaging. Then, ever so slowly and nervously, she raised her head. She looked questioningly at him, as if asking if it would be alright.
Connie was silent as they left the pool, walking hand in hand through the patio doors. She was shaking from head to foot, knowing she was going to be fucked for the first time in years. Her body felt like a shaking mass of jelly at the thought of a big thick prick getting into her cunt.
In the hallway, at the foot of the stairs, Paul slid one arm around her waist. The bikini top hung loose, the twin bulges of her magnificent tits bouncing as she climbed each step.
The fact that he was staring at them added to the ecstatic tingling coursing around the nipples. Now, to her surprise, Connie was filled with terror, her heart beating wildly.
In the bedroom, Paul turned to face her, taking her in his arms and holding her close. She turned her face away at the last moment and he kissed her forehead. It was as if the first full realization of what was happening had suddenly hit her.
She was about to raise her arms and fling them around his shoulders. But then his hands were prying away the bikini straps. The touch of his fingers was enough to make her lose consciousness, but she hung on, breathing heavily as she realized he was getting the first full view of her sensational tits.
Then his hands were at her waist, pushing her bikini bottom over her hips. Even then, she did not realize his wet shorts had followed. Not until his arms were around her, pulling her against him. Then she felt the powerful upthrust cock burying in the yielding firmness of her tummy.
She moaned gratefully, ecstatically, closing her eyes to the overwhelming cloud of sheer bliss that swept over her. She opened her mouth, his mouth immediately meeting hers as his tongue started the swirling penetration into her hot, waiting mouth.
Vaguely, they heard Angie outside, talking to Stevie who had come in search of his mother.
But then Paul's hard-working hands were lifting and molding Connie's blazing tits, kneading and caressing them as Connie melted in his arms and began a gyrating motion with her hips.
She sucked avidly on his tongue, her hips grinding against his and her damp pubic hair joyously mingling with his. Never had she enjoyed such complete lovemaking as his marvelous hands moved unerringly over her tits.
He twisted away from her. Then he kissed her gently on her nose and eyes and finally on her ear. She shivered in response. His cock brushed against her soft round belly. "You missed your cock, didn't you?" he asked.
"God, yes!"
Connie's brain was in chaos and everything around her was swirling in a fog. His hands were on the cheeks of her ass, holding her in place and at the same time squeezing and spreading and driving her insane.
"You need a good fucking, don't you?"
She shivered ecstatically and moaned. "Anytime you need it, all you have to do is ask. How about cock, Connie? Do you do a little sucking?"
Connie gave a long drawn-out moan.
David had never let her kiss his cock on the few occasions she had wanted to try. Then in all the sexy books she had read recently, the females were always crazy about cock-sucking.
She shook her head, then she immediately realized he would think she didn't want to suck his cock. She pulled away from his arms, and in a daze she fell to her knees, her hands grabbing wildly at the majestic cock which was upthrust and throbbing before her lust-filled eyes.
"Oh God!" she whispered, staring at the towering column of thick cock.
She clasped the throbbing shaft, her other hand moving under his heavy scrotum, clutching his powerful balls and holding them. Indescribable streaks of pounding excitement swept through her at the first feel of a real live hot cock in her hands. She gave a soft moan and moved closer.
She planted a tender, lingering kiss on the throbbing shaft, following it immediately with another and another, moving upwards until her lips had settled on the bulging cockhead.
"Easy, darling! Easy!"
She held her lips in place, tonguing his hot cockhead. Then she gave a startled little cry as a spurt of hot fuck-juice jetted from the glimmering hole.
The full musky odor took her breath away and then filled her with lust. Any remaining reluctance she may have had disappeared. Her hand tightened on the massive column, and she noted for the first time how her fingertips failed to meet.
She squeezed the huge balls which were swelling with lust. She held them as if she were weighing them, a far away, dreamy look in her eyes. Then, with an animal-like cry, she opened her mouth timidly, moving her lips to the bulging, pulsing head.
"Jesus!" Paul was staring down at the beautiful blonde whose face was but a fraction of an inch from his steaming cock. Never had he seen a woman so enthusiastic for cock. Even Angie, on their honeymoon, hadn't shown this much excitement.
He put his hands on her softly-rounded shoulders as Connie's sensuous mouth opened wide. She was having difficulty forcing his stiff prick into a horizontal position.
Paul watched, fascinated, as the beautiful mouth sucked on an inch of his mushroom-like head. Another series of little spurts streaked out of the tip and into her waiting mouth.
Connie's lips touched the pulsing cone, closing around it and moving forward, over the ridge.
"Jesus, sweet Jesus!" he gasped, unable to believe the exquisite pleasure.
For several minutes, he tried to stare at the ceiling and take his mind off the fantastic torture she was giving him. Never had he seen a woman so obviously hungry to suck cock. He finally stared down at the beautiful face. Slowly, he moved his hands to her face, holding her gently as her hungry mouth sucked the throbbing head of his eager cock.
To Connie, the experience was shattering. She had never sucked cock before, yet she found it devastatingly exciting, just as it was in those fuck books she had read. She had never really believed that she would ever have the opportunity to try it, even if she got up enough nerve to try. Yet the pleasure she was giving this big, handsome hunk of male was obvious. His powerful legs and thighs trembled and quivered with obvious delight.
Connie's mouth was beginning to ache. She used her tongue, washing over the pulsing cone and stabbing repeatedly at the hard knot beneath. Her excitement was mounting with lightning-like speed, and she could feel the thin streams of her fuck-juice running down her thighs. She tried frantically to decide whether to continue sucking the magnificent cock or ask for the fucking she craved.
A moment later, Paul made up her mind for her.
"Now, now," he whispered. "You're getting too excited." His hands forced her away although her tongue continued flicking over the gleaming cock. "Let's see if I can take some of the excitement out of you."
He pushed her back onto the shag carpet.
She stretched out. Her big blue eyes were wide and still focused on his upthrust cock as he knelt beside her. Then her eyes were wider as she realized Angie was walking in to join them.
Angie smiled and dropped alongside her. She moved her hands to the towering peaks of Connie's tits. "You're ready for your fucking, aren't you, darling?"
"Please," Connie croaked, spreading her legs wide as Paul positioned himself between them.
"I'll help you." Angie's hands moved effortlessly over her swollen breasts, teasing the nipples. She watched Paul guide his throbbing prick into Connie's cunt, the tip of his cock disappearing slowly between the glistening cuntlips.
"Doesn't that feel wonderful?" Angie worked frantically on the twin pyramids as Connie groaned and arched her beautiful body. "Now he's getting into you," Angie cried delightedly as Paul withdrew and started a steady lunging into the moaning woman. "Give her everything you've got, darling! Don't hold anything back." Angie enjoyed watching Paul fuck almost as much as she liked to fuck. "Isn't he sensational, darling?"
"Just fuck me. Please!" Never could Connie ever remember she and David fucking so ecstatically. It was as if she couldn't get enough of this sensational cock which seemed to fill her pussy with every lunge. "Yes, yes!" she cried. She humped her hips desperately, moving in perfect time to the deep, plunging penetrations of Paul's throbbing cock. A moment later, she was crying with sheer joy as Paul began avidly sucking on her jutting nipple.
For almost five minutes, Paul sank his thick, hot cock into the smoldering heat of Connie's luscious cunt. Connie's cries and whimpers spurred him on. The lush beauty of the blonde woman and the obvious joy she was getting from the fucking were all bringing the surging heat to his bursting balls.
Paul moved to the other tit, taking her by surprise. A moment later her hand moved upwards past his face. Only then did he realize Angie had slipped her bikini bra off and Connie was hungrily fondling Angie's tit. Then he began a series of long withdrawals and powerful lunges, the tip of his huge cock repeatedly touching her cervix, forcing the writhing woman to hump her cunt against him.
A few seconds more and he was listening to both women cry out with animal-like moans as his cock fully extended into her clutching cunt. Then, the first geyser of hot come burst from the end of his cock.
Angie's hands had slipped around his thighs and were clutching his balls. He tried to withdraw to the lips of Connie's cunt, but Angie's fingers were painfully tight. He thrust in again and emptied his cock in a sequence of spurts which had Connie crying out and hanging on, her arms swinging around his neck as her long legs beat a wild tattoo on the thick carpet.
Connie locked her ankles around his back as he continued slamming his stiff cock into her cunt. How long she slept, Connie could never be sure. She came to. There was a warm, comforting feeling around the rim of her cunt and she hoped it would last forever. Never had she felt so completely satisfied.
She was aware of Paul and Angie being there, but she didn't want to see them. She was vaguely aware of some of the things she had done during the fucking, and she wondered if she had shocked them.
Then she remembered sucking on Paul's cock and a shiver ran down her spine. She hoped he hadn't minded. The fantastic pleasure in her cunt overwhelmed her, and she opened her eyes to find Paul and Angie sitting beside her, Paul's hand caressing one of her upthrust tits and Angie caressing the other.
"That feel better?" Angie asked.
Connie blushed and nodded her head.
"You can have that anytime you want it."
Connie tried to keep her eyes averted from Paul. His big hand on her tit sent shivers through her body. She straightened her shoulders and stretched.
"That fucking was only to take the steam out of you," Angie went on. "Next time you won't be so excited and you'll enjoy it more."
Connie closed her eyes, the playful caressing of her tits bringing back the hunger pang she had felt before. She spread her legs wide. Then she looked down over her perspiring body and between her upthrust tits.
She gave a startled, whimpering cry as she saw the German Shepherd lapping at her tender cuntlips and giving her the most fantastic quivers of ecstatic joy she had ever experienced.
"No, no! Oh God!"
Paul and Angie shushed her into silence.
"Just lie back and enjoy it," Angie whispered reassuringly. "You'll really enjoy it and he loves to do it."
Connie closed her eyes and moaned. It was nice, she decided, shivering as the dog's eager tongue edged farther into her pulsing cunt. Then she lay back contentedly, her tired body relaxing as the wonderful hands and tongue caressed away her aches and pains.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dr. Paul Dillon was lying in bed, trying to get up and face the day. Angie had just walked into the bedroom, fresh from a shower, her tits bouncing as she strode toward the vanity and reached for a comb.
It had been a month since Paul had first fucked Connie Stapleton. Although she had been shy and a little embarrassed even after the second fucking, now she and Linda and Stevie had become a part of the Dillon family.
Now, as Paul watched his wife search in drawers for something to wear, the soft curves of her body bringing a soothing warmth to his simmering balls, he clutched his cock. He could see her ass and cunt.
"This will do," Angie said, straightening up and throwing a thin yellow sweater on the bed before going over to the closet and selecting a pair of white hip-huggers. "If we're as busy as we were yesterday, no one is going to have time to notice what I am wearing."
Paul laughed. "You must be expecting a bunch of eunuchs," he grinned, knowing what that particular sweater would do to her tits, to say nothing of the hip-huggers.
Angie caught sight of the thick cock, with the helmet-like head already bared and obviously throbbing, expectantly. "And you'd better get up, horny," she countered, "or I may get ideas."
Paul pretended to look downcast. "I should call Connie."
Angie put her hands on her hips. "God, you fucked her yesterday afternoon."
"Yea, she's really getting good."
Angie smiled and nodded her head. "She certainly loves cock."
"She has a lot of catching up to do. You'd miss it too, if you were suddenly cut off."
"I wonder if Linda suspects you're fucking her mother?"
"Probably. They're pretty close."
Angie found a pair of bikini briefs and pulled them on, giving him a good view of her luscious cunt as she lifted first one leg and then the other. "I like to see her suck. She'd never done it before, you know. She told me the thought of sucking cock was repugnant, and her husband had never let her try anyway."
Paul bounded out of bed, his thick cock swinging like a huge boom. "I certainly didn't mind teaching her."
Angie laughed and reached for the sweater. "You haven't come in her mouth, though. Why don't you let her taste a full load?"
He put his arms around her, his hands going up to cup her tits. She pulled the sweater over her head. He squeezed them hard and kissed her neck, making her writhe.
"Oooow!" she moaned. "And Linda! I'm surprised you haven't got into those little panties. You're slipping, darling!"
"She has a boyfriend. I'd hate to do it."
"I bet," Angie grinned. "You're just waiting for her birthday, that's all. And as for a boyfriend, Connie doesn't think he's getting anywhere, anyway."
"I thought if you weren't too busy this afternoon, I might take Linda out to Westville Stables this afternoon."
"What's going on there?"
"I have to give shots to a couple of horses, and they're going to breed a Pinto."
"A horse-fucking!" Angie cried delightedly. "That should warm up Linda and get her ready for you, darling."
Paul squeezed her tits once more, then allowed Angie to pull down her sweater. "I'm anxious to see her reaction, but I have no intention of fucking her, today. When I'm ready, I want you there, too. Just to make sure I do it right." He laughed.
* * *
Later that day, when two stable hands were trying to position the ponies for the fucking, Paul was convinced the young teenager was already on the verge of an enormous orgasm.
Linda was trembling with apprehension. She wasn't sure whether it was simply due to the fact that she was about to witness two horses actually fucking for the first time, or whether it was the presence of the two stable hands, whose eyes had never left her from the time she had stepped out of Dr. Dillon's station wagon.
Linda tried to get a good look at the enormous prick. The horse's cock was thickening and was already at least ten inches long. There was a strong wind blowing across the corral in which the horses were about to perform, and Linda wished she had worn slacks instead of the little miniskirt. The wind molded the thin blouse over her thrusting young tits and fullyerected nipples. Her skirt, she suspected, was giving the two young studs an ample view of her panties.
"Hold her now!" Paul shouted to the man holding tightly on the bridle of the mare. He slapped the side of the young stallion, urging it forward and then stepping back and pulling Linda by the arm. The frenzied animal tried to mount. "Great! Great!" he cried, delighted as the rearing pony managed to mount the back of the skitterish mare.
The eagerness of the stallion startled Linda, and yet the sight filled her with a craving lust. She stared, fascinated. She continued to focus her gaze on the majestic cock which was spurting enormous gobs of thick fuck-juice.
Paul motioned for her to move to a spot beside him. A racking, racing thrill coursed through her tits and then darted like lightning to her cunt. A few seconds more, and without ever remembering how she got there, she was standing, shaking beside the handsome young doctor, her hand closing around the steaming, sticky length of the Pinto's throbbing cock.
"That's it! Just guide it into place."
Paul was frantically reaching around the girl and pulling at the mare's tail, revealing the huge pulsing cunt.
Linda groaned. Her fingers failed to circle the thick column of beautiful cock, yet she managed to guide it into place. She glanced away once and saw the doctor was fondling the horse's heavy, hairy balls.
Then, with another groan, Linda watched the flaring head of the horse-cock penetrating the thick lips of the mare's cunt and making the mare whinny.
"Keep on holding it!" Paul warned.
The sight of the young girl's fingers moving back as more and more cock entered the mare's cunt brought a dull ache to his balls. His cock was rising slowly and exerting itself in his pants, but then he caught sight of Linda's beautifully-shaped tit. A shudder was sweeping through his body. He concentrated on the breeding, laughing at the expression on Linda's face as she gamely held on, sliding her hand back and forth along the wet, shimmering length of cock as it entered and withdrew.
"You're doing beautifully." Paul squeezed and massaged the horse's massive balls.
Linda gulped and hung on. Never had she felt anything so exciting in her life. She thought briefly of Bill Dexter and how easily she could clasp his cock and move her fist up and down.
But there was no way, even using both hands, she could ever make this cock release its tremendous load. She tried to close her fingers around the slippery column of throbbing flesh, and she felt it stiffen.
She heard Dr. Dillon urging her on, complimenting her and suggesting she use both hands. A moment later, she could feel the stiff cock twitch. She was aware of the two stable hands watching her. They were eighteen or nineteen, and probably were notorious for their fucking in the village nearby. Now they were encouraging her as the stallion was obviously preparing to release its load of hot come.
Her tits were swinging from side to side in the front of her blouse and there was nothing she could do about it.
The pinto sank the full length of his hot shaft to the hilt, leaving Linda's hands clutching at the thick base. With a grateful cry, she moved to his balls. Then she was trying to grasp the huge testicles, both hands failing to completely surround the massive scrotum.
An earthquake-like tremble swept over her as the big balls seemed to swell momentarily. Then, as she hung on frantically, the stallion shuddered with relief, spouting the first enormous load of fuck-juice into the far reaches of the mare's clutching cunt.
The stallion withdrew, the end of the cock slipping out, dropping semen on the ground. Linda had grasped the wet, gleaming cock and urgently thrust the knob-like head into the mare's gulping cunt once more. Then she staggered back, gasping excitedly, as the stallion emptied its balls and proceeded to fuck and fuck the mare with obvious delight.
It was dark by the time Dr. Dillon and his pretty assistant left Westville Stables.
Linda was still breathing heavily, even though the breeding of the pintos had been over for more than an hour. For some reason, she had felt immensely proud of her performance, and she put it down to the way Paul Dillon had complimented her afterwards.
Now, she climbed onto the front seat of the station wagon for the long drive home. Ever since she had first laid eyes on Paul, she had completely lost her head over him. She slammed the car door and slid across the seat to be near him.
Dr. Dillon waited until she had braced her feet on the transmission hump, her knees now high and wedged against the dash so that her skimpy little skirt naturally fell back. In the muted light of the instrument panel, the tapering columns of flesh looked very sexy. He edged the gear lever into drive and slowly steered the big wagon through the gates and onto the highway.
Linda folded her hands and dropped them into her lap. "What a beautiful evening," she said softly.
"Yes, it is. Maybe we should use the old road instead of the highway."
Paul knew he couldn't trust himself, but the way she was cuddled up against him had brought a searing new warmth to settle in his balls. A moment later, his arm had just naturally slipped around her shoulder. She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Yes, let's," she said excitedly. "It's early yet." She gave a little shiver.
"Are you cold?" He dropped one hand over her shoulder, delighted as his fingers fell over her right breast.
"Not really."
She wiggled her shoulders against the side of his chest, the movement allowing the very tip of her tit to touch his outspread hand. Just as she had hoped it would happen, his fingers closed over her tit, gently turning and twisting around the base of her tit, before moving upwards in a milking motion until he found her taut nipple.
Paul settled himself with one hand on the steering wheel. It would take two hours to reach home, but under these conditions, he couldn't care less. In fact he was more than content just to fondle and play with the girl's beautiful young tit for the entire journey.
For fifteen minutes neither spoke. His fingers lifted and squeezed at her thrusting young tit through the thin nylon of the blouse. He fell into a pattern of squeezing and milking, kneading and lifting, each time finishing with a plucking of the nipple.
To Linda, the experience she was enduring was one she would never forget. Never had she enjoyed such bewildering arousal. Her entire body from the top of her head to the tip of her toes was screaming with joy. Yet all she could do was sit there, fighting every taut nerve of her young, lithe body, as Dr. Dillon's sensitive fingers played fitfully with her tit.
"You did very well today, Linda," he said at last, just as his fingers moved out to the end of her tit and caught the ripe nipple before twisting it gently.
"It was ... very exciting."
"You made it exciting, and when excitement is transmitted to animals, they perform very well."
"Were you excited, Paul?"
"Yes, very excited, Linda."
A shiver ran through her as she realized his confession meant she had been capable of exciting him. She tried to stretch her shoulders farther back so that her aching tit would fill his hand.
His fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, loosening them quickly and opening up the lapels to reveal her thrusting breasts. She sucked in a lungful of air as his hand covered the smooth, velvety soft flesh of her tit.
"Aaaah ... " she moaned, unable to stay silent a moment longer.
Paul watched the approaching curve and guided the station wagon into the tight turn. Then his headlights picked up the long stretch of county road. A glance at the speedometer showed he was cruising at thirty-five. Then his fingers once more moved teasingly over the globe of warm, soft flesh.
"I thought you handled it very well." He twisted the girl's nipple gently before moving to the base of her straining tit. "Your boyfriend is a lucky boy."
She gave a short, nervous laugh. "You've said that before, Paul."
"I know, and I meant it."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You know! The way you handle a ... a ... a cock."
The shiver ran through her again. "Really?" One of her legs was trembling and she straightened it out. "I just do what ... what I think will ... will please it."
"That's what I mean, Linda. You seem to have a natural aptitude for pleasing cocks."
Linda tried to clear her throat. This time when his fingers closed on the nipple it almost drove her insane. She groaned and then stared down in startled anticipation as his hand moved smoothly into the valley between her tits, lingered there a moment while his fingertips stroked teasingly up and down. Then, as she sucked in fresh air, he calmly cupped her other tit, squeezing and milking it as she shivered and shook.
"You certainly pleased the pinto--and the boys, I might add. That's what I mean when I say animals can sense excitement. You noticed how the stallion seemed to lose all control, didn't you?"
"Yes," she croaked. "Yes, I noticed, Paul." The idea that she had been able to create such enthusiasm in the big pony, together with the recent memory of how the animal had gone into the fucking so ravenously, made her head swim. "Yes, he was excited."
Linda took deep breaths as his hand moved over both tits. Then, unable to stand it a moment longer, she moved her left arm and threw caution to the wind. Her palm rested on the big bulge at the front of the doctor's pants.
"Ooooh, Paul ... you ... you were excited too!"
She waited, expecting him to move her hand away from his swollen crotch. When he didn't, she stifled a sob and hungrily closed her fingers. She grasped the stiff shaft of his cock through the front of his trousers, squeezing it avidly.
"Yes, Linda. You made me very excited."
"Golly, Paul."
She was trying to rub the massive cock. The fact that she had been able to make his cock so big without even touching it had left her a little weak and almost fainting.
"That's what I meant when I said your boyfriend was a lucky fella. Not every girl can make a man feel so virile and excited. You play with your boy's cock?"
"Sometimes."
"It feels good, does it?" He cupped one fabulous tit and squeezed it. When he looked down, he could just make out the nipple, fully ripened and waiting to be sucked.
"Oh yes." Her head was swimming. She was trying to get up enough courage to unzip the doctor's fly and really feel his huge cock. "I love to feel it."
"And he, of course, looks after these beautiful tits."
"Yes," she whispered, beside herself with growing excitement. "Not as well as you ... do."
"Do you fuck, Linda?"
She hesitated, embarrassed and a little shy. "Yes," she whispered, looking at the vague outline of his cock. "Twice."
"Just twice?" he asked, surprised and, for some reason, pleased. "You've just started, have you?"
"Y-yes," she croaked, flinging her knee against his. Then with a sigh of resignation, her fingers found the zipper and pulled it down. Her fingertips searched inside the fly, maneuvering through the underclothes almost frantically.
With a shuddering groan of relief, she found the heavy, thick prick and was desperately prying it out of the confining undershorts.
"Oh golly! Oh God, it's so big ... " Her fingers tried to close around the upthrust shaft and rub it at the same time.
"Easy, Linda! Easy!" Her enthusiasm almost made him come.
"What a cock!"
"Yes, it's a little too big for you just yet."
"Oh, but I love it." She tried to get close, to see it in the dim, hazy light. "God, but it's so big." She brought her other hand into play, closing her fingers around the throbbing cock.
She turned. His hand lost contact with the beautiful tit, and he hastily reached under her. Her playful fingers were driving him mad.
"Easy, Linda, darling," he said, finding it difficult to concentrate on the driving. Then he ran his hand down to the little miniskirt, found the side zipper. A few minutes more and he was edging the skirt and the panties over the round buttocks of the excited girl.
She groaned with relief as his hand moved over her round firm ass, squeezing it gently before allowing his middle finger to move into the blazing heat of her tight cunt. It sank in, the feel of the hot wetness of her lovely cunt filling him with lust.
"Oh God! I just love him."
Her face was a few inches from the flaring head of the purple cock. Then quite suddenly, she realized she was holding the cock which had so often plunged into Angie, and a funny feeling swept through her tits. "Is ... is this what keeps Mrs. Dillon so happy, Paul?"
He laughed. He moved the big seat back and gave the girl more room.
"Yes, Linda, that's what keeps Mrs. Dillon so happy and healthy."
Linda stopped rubbing the massive cock. Then her hand slipped under the heavy scrotum, squeezing it and pushing so that the towering column of purple meat was thrusting higher than ever. Giggles of uncontrollable joy burst from her throat as the full realization of what she was doing suddenly dawned on her.
"Does Mrs. Dillon do this to it, Paul?" she asked, the fact she was talking about his wife making it more exciting.
"Yes, just like that, Linda." It was becoming more and more difficult to keep the station wagon in a straight line. "And sometimes, when she gets very excited, she gives it a little kiss."
"I'm very excited, Paul."
The enthusiasm of the young teenager was more than he could stand. He held himself rigid, his finger wiggling fitfully in her tight little cunt. He brushed her little clit.
"Do you do a little sucking, Linda?" he asked, his voice high-pitched.
"No, but I certainly want to try, Paul."
He glanced at the beautiful young teenager as she readied herself by kneeling on the seat. Her upraised buttocks and sloping back brought a quivering surge to his aching balls. Then her lips suddenly arrived on the very tip of his blazing cock, planting a stinging kiss on the pulsing opening. He jerked uncontrollably and had to grab the wheel.
"Does Mrs. Dillon kiss your cock like that?"
"Yes, Linda. Just like that. And sometimes down the side."
Immediately her mouth was moving lazily down the full length of his shimmering cock.
"That's marvelous, Linda," he gasped, extracting his finger from her tight cunt and running his hand over her tits. "You certainly know what to do with cock, don't you?"
"I've never sucked cock, Paul." She turned her head to stare up at him. "My boyfriend wouldn't let me. Does Mrs. Dillon suck your cock a lot?"
"Yes, Mrs. Dillon loves to suck cock, Linda."
For several minutes, Linda tried to guide her sensuous lips around the throbbing glans, groans escaping from her throat as she discovered how huge the big dome was now that she was ready to suck her first cock.
"Nice and easy, Linda. It takes a little practice."
"I'm practicing, Paul," she grunted, afraid he was going to become tired waiting for her to start.
"Maybe you should try your boyfriend, first."
She ignored the suggestion, managed to hold her mouth opened wide. Then as she tried to press her lips around the helmet-like head, the swollen balls ejected their first spurt of scalding semen up the thick shaft, the steaming fluid spurting into her throat and taking her by surprise.
"Ooooh ... " she cried. Then, when no further ejaculations followed, she went back, covering the throbbing knob as her lips closed around the heavy ridge.
Paul Dillon slowed the big car to twenty. His free hand was floating over the struggling girl whose liquid-smooth body was enough to make him explode.
"That's perfect, Linda," he murmured, the girl's amateurish efforts to suck and tease his cock made him more excited than ever. "You suck beautifully. That's it! Oh God, that really feels good!"
What she lacked in experience, Linda was more than willing to make up with effort. She turned and twisted her mouth just as she had read about in her mother's fuck books. She often located one of the books which her mother had carefully hidden, and one particular book had stuck almost entirely to cock-sucking.
She twisted and turned some more, the feel of the hot cock in her mouth bringing a driving lust to her twitching loins.
To Paul Dillon, the experience was one he would remember forever. The nude teenager actually kneeling and enthusiastically sucking his cock as he drove down the highway was something Angie would find hard to believe.
The young girl's tongue started a lapping motion along the deep ridge of his straining cock.
"Marvelous, Linda. You almost do it naturally."
She forced her mouth away from the throbbing cone of rubbery meat, tasting the oily come as she stared, fascinated at the pulsing shaft of red prick.
A feeling of achievement was filling her chest, adding to the enjoyment of the doctor's fluttering hand which had never stopped brushing her tits.
When the hand moved to her back unexpectedly, she quivered ecstatically. Then when it playfully squeezed her ass and moved to stroke her hot, wet cuntlips, she moaned. A few moments later and she was carefully rearranging her hands on the upthrust cock and clutching the heavy balls quite tightly.
Then, as if she was about to perform a delicate operation, she placed her full sensuous lips on the throbbing cone-like head, her lips parting and stretching as the straining cock entered the luscious warmth of her young, welcoming mouth.
Dr. Dillon stiffened immediately, the girl's cock-sucking proficiency startling him. He worked a second finger into the tight, virgin like hole of her cunt, using his fingertips to trap and caress her excited clit.
Then, with a whimpering groan, his hips jerked uncontrollably, forcing at least another two inches of thrusting cock to enter her mouth.
"Jesus, Linda! But you're sensational, believe me!"
The tip of his cock was sinking into her throat, and she was gasping for air.
For Linda, the experience was unbelievable. She had dreamed of being fucked by the handsome young doctor, and even playing with his cock. But to find herself actually sucking on the throbbing cock and pleasing and thrilling him so much was almost unbelievable.
Her tongue was lashing and licking up the long stem of the stiff, pulsing rod; every quiver, every convulsive tremor racing along the length of the hot column of beautiful cock drove her crazy with desire.
Her hips and thighs were humping as his expert fingers worked all around the rim of her itching cunt. He teased her little clit. Never had her loins enjoyed so many shocking urges. Then, as if in answer to an unspoken prayer, she felt him drive three beautiful fingers into her jerking pussy, the new sensation almost making her faint as he proceeded to drive them in and out in a steady, devastating rhythm.
Paul slowed the big station wagon to a crawl and finally pulled over to the side of the road. His eyes were hazy and he could no longer make out the edge of the asphalt. Never had his cock been so thoroughly aroused. Not even Angie who loved to suck cock so much had ever brought him to such heights of lust.
He glanced around the darkened countryside, relieved to find there were no lights visible along the stretch of road. Then he switched off the headlights, his hand automatically going under the kneeling girl in search of one luscious ripe tit. Her tit filled his huge hand. He tenderly milked it.
"There, there!" he whispered, every muscle and nerve in his body on edge as Linda's magnificent lips worked up and down his steaming shaft. "That's perfect, Linda. Just perfect."
The cock dribbled some come. It oozed out of his cock. Briefly, Linda felt a drowning sensation, but then the creamy fuck-juice rolled down the stem of the throbbing prick to the hairy base. Her tongue lapped hungrily at the flowing juice, the musky odor temporarily slowing the eager teenager, but then it filled her with growing lust. The bristly hairs of his pelvic area tickled her lips and nose.
Then, as if that is what she had been waiting for all this time, the pulsing head of his cock nuzzled tightly in her throat. She quickly adjusted her breathing. She was aware of Dr. Dillon sliding sideways along the seat, and she withdrew her mouth up the slippery stem of his throbbing prick.
A few moments later and his marvelous hands were lifting her hips and thighs, and she found herself lying along the full length of his shuddering body, her knees on either side of his face and her hands still clutching the upthrust shaft of his cock.
She fought for breath while she stared at his magnificent cock. Then, before she realized what was happening, the doctor's hands were at the very top of her thighs, parting the entrance to her screaming cunt.
He was using his thumbs to stretch and tease her tingling cuntlips. He was even running one finger around the wet, quivering rim of her tight little hole.
Then, as she ravenously sank her mouth down the thick column of his jerking cock, she gave a stifled, plaintive groan as his warm, quivering mouth completely covered her cunt and his teeth hungrily ate her swollen cuntlips.
Linda's tongue was raking up and down the trembling stem of his upthrust prick which she now decided must be at least ten inches long.
She tried to bury the pulsing head of the cock in the back of her throat. Each time she did, his prick ejected a gob of hot semen, almost choking her. But then the exquisite gentleness of the doctor's hungry mouth was expertly eating at her cunt, and she was filled with an urgent desire to please him and make him come.
She ran her mouth down to the base of the huge cock. Then she gave her first determined suck. She felt the thick prong jerk.
Paul's sensitive fingers had pried her swollen cuntlips wide, his own lips moving into the excited cunt in search of her clit. His lips closed around her clit, nipping it firmly and sucking it.
At the precise moment his tongue started lashing and stabbing at her trembling clit, Paul felt the boiling in his balls. He tried to hold back and at least warn the thrashing girl. But then the hot semen had left his balls and was hurtling up the stiff column of his cock.
He felt her struggle, his mouth working frantically over the exquisitely soft cunt from which a deluge of young, fresh fuck-juice was plentifully oozing. A moment later, he humped his hips, the movement jerking his spouting cock into the girl's tight throat. His cock spouted and ejaculated the heavy load of boiling semen, choking and almost drowning the excited girl as she fought to accept it and at the same time suffer the explosion of her own devastating orgasm.
CHAPTER SIX
Angie Dillon stretched out beside the pool, a fresh gin and tonic in one hand and her dark glasses in the other. She had just closed the office of the animal clinic, and it was too early to start making supper. She wondered how Paul and Linda had got along at the horse-fucking.
She sipped on the drink thoughtfully.
The practice was going well with more and more clients arriving every day. Altogether, everything seemed to be falling into place with the exception of their sex lives.
The beautiful and voluptuous Connie was proving to be an eager and capable piece of ass, but knowing Paul and his enormous appetite for fucking, it would only be a matter of time before he started missing the variety of sex he had enjoyed at college with all the other girls. In addition, both of them missed the real wild orgies.
For her own part, Angie was just now starting to miss the excitement and thrill of being fucked by a strange man for the first time. She sighed and finished off the gin and tonic. She stretched out and adjusted the dark glasses.
She sensed rather than heard someone standing beside her. She opened her eyes. Stevie Stapleton stood shyly alongside her.
"Okay if I swim, Angie?"
She sat up, resting one elbow, to smile at the handsome young boy. "Of course, Stevie. You can always come and play anytime you want." The good-looking boy was staring at her tits. "Is your mother coming too?"
He shook his head. "She had to go shopping, but she may be coming later."
"Well, you can enjoy yourself all you want to," she smiled, noting how reluctant the boy was to move away from the position of studying her tits some more.
She fought an urge to adjust the bikini top, a little fire of pleasure now flickering in her cunt. Briefly she wondered if the boy's sexy little sister had ever teased the boy. She lowered her gaze to the tight crotch of his denim shorts, smiling to himself as she looked at the little clump of the boy's genitals. "I may join you for a fast swim myself, later."
The boy's handsome face broke into a smile. "Would you, Angie? Really?"
Angie could not help but laugh. "With that kind of enthusiasm, how can I resist?" She sat up and had to adjust her bikini as her big tits showed every sign of escaping from the pieces of nylon. "I may as well join you now, I guess. At my age, I can't afford to turn down invitations."
She took his hand as they walked to the shallow end of the pool.
The water was cooler than either had anticipated, and Stevie groaned, wrapping his arms around his thin, boyish frame. Angie emitted a similar moan of anguish as the water lapped teasingly around her cunt, the coolness wiping away the burning heat momentarily. She moved closer to the shivering boy.
"Here," she said, smiling down at him and taking him in her arms. "Let's get warm together and then have a fast swim down the pool."
He accepted her arms, his young body nestling against hers, his face a few inches from her thrusting tits.
"I can't swim the whole length," he said, disappointment in the tone of his voice.
"Not even with a little help?"
He thought about it, his deep brown eyes full of seriousness. "Maybe."
"Let's get all wet and then we'll be warm," she suggested, bending down until the surface of the water had reached her neck. "That's better. You're not chicken, are you?"
He shook his head, took a deep breath and sank quickly under the water, leaping to his feet and wiping his face at the same time. "Uuuugh!" he groaned.
A few minutes later, Angie was swimming alongside him across the width of the pool. At the other side, she struggled to her feet in time to help him grasp the safety bar. She realized that in bending over her tits were hanging down in all their succulent beauty. The young boy gasped and ogled the twin domes in all their beauty.
"That better?" she asked. The excitement in Stevie's big brown eyes was unmistakable. He openly admired the magnificent boobs.
"Y-yes," he gasped.
Angie smiled at him, fully aware of what was happening to the boy as he continued to study every detail of her fully-ripened tits with their excited nipples. She looked down at her tits and then back at the youth's wide eyes. Then, as if she had just realized what was attracting the boy so ardently, she gave a short laugh.
"Oh Stevie," she said softly, trying to gain his confidence, "you're getting to be quite a man, aren't you? Did you want to touch them, Stevie? You can, if you like. I won't tell anyone. I promise."
Stevie sucked in big lungfuls of air. His head was swimming and his legs felt like jelly. Never had he had such a good view of real tits, even though he sneaked peeks at his mother and sister. Unfortunately, on the few occasions when he had almost succeeded, they had brusquely turned away or asked him to leave their rooms.
He shook his head as he continued staring hungrily at the huge tits which now appeared to be floating on the surface of the water.
"It's all right," Angie assured him. "I don't mind a bit."
"Mother would kill me."
"She'll never know. Believe me, darling. If you want to, of course. If you don't, it's okay, and I'll nevermention it again."
The thought of losing this one opportunity to actually feel the luscious tits was unbearable. None of the girls at school had ever let him really have a good feel of their tits. He moved his hand. His fingers hungrily gripped the yielding flesh.
"Ooooooh," he moaned. "Oh my golly!"
"Yes, they feel nice, don't they?"
"Y-yes," he stammered.
She took his other hand from the safety rail. The water at this end of the pool was only three and a half feet. When she had placed it on her tit, her hands moved to his slim waist, holding him in place. His hands grappled eagerly over the tips of the magnificent tits.
"It's all right," she whispered. "We can hear the car if anyone comes. Just enjoy yourself."
The boy's little whimpers were like music to her ears. When his young hands roamed all over the exposed portions of her thrusting tits, she released the skimpy little bikini top.
"There, now you can really play with my tits."
The excitement in the boy's face was indescribable.
His fondling had no pattern, yet the fact that this was a young, immature boy actually squeezing and kneading her tits had brought the familiar yearning to her loins.
His enthusiasm and grateful groans were even more erotic than she had ever thought possible. She found herself slipping one hand into the front of the boy's shorts.
"You did make it hard for me, Stevie, didn't you?"
Her fingers closed around the short stem-like prick, rubbing it gently. A feeling of sheer joy spread over his handsome young face.
For several minutes, both were willing to silently caress the other's body. Angie debated whether or not to pry the wet shorts over the young boy's hips. She decided against it.
She had no idea when Connie would return from shopping, or Paul and Linda from the Westville Stables. Not that she cared about what Paul would think.
Finally, when her fingers craved much more than the feel of a young cock through thick, wet denim, she gave a deep sigh. "Would you like to go inside and have some pop, Stevie?"
"Oh yes," he gasped, knowing they would never get around to drinking pop and only wanting more of Angie's beautiful teasing.
He was still wet from the pool when she got him on the bed. His legs hung over the side and he was gasping fitfully as he stared at the beautiful tits now hanging bare and free as she towered over him.
Her fingers were fumbling with the stiff button of his shorts. It burst open and she was smiling down at him as her fingers pulled his zipper. A moment later, she was staring wide-eyed at the stiff little cock as her hands moved to the top of the shorts. Angie was frantically edging the wet waistband over the slim hips and down over the boy's trembling thighs.
"Oh, isn't it a darling little cock," Angie murmured as her hands moved flatly over the shaking boy, spreading her fingers over the heaving chest, down into the valley of his little round belly, and then almost reverently to the stiff prong of his cock.
Her fingers grappled at the miniature balls, the wrinkled scrotum damp and warm in the palm of her hand as she pulled on it gently. Her other fingers encased the slim shaft of his hot prick, closing tightly around it and beginning a little rubbing movement that made the boy whimper and groan with joy.
"Why didn't you show me him before?" she asked, not realizing what she was saying as her mind whirled in a haze of sexual fog. "You could have played with my tits anytime you wanted to, you know."
He reached up suddenly, his hands clawing at two inches of tit, his fingers finding the fully erected nipples and pulling on them unmercifully.
"Aaaaah ... " he groaned as her marvelous fingers continued fondling his genitals. "Aaaagh ... Doctor ... "
"Yes, yes," Angie whispered.
She cradled the balls in one hand and gently rubbed his slender cock with the other.
"Now I know what he likes best. Oh my goodness, watch him strain and reach. Wonderful!" she cried, her fingers forcing out the pink cone of the head. "Yes, he loves to be played with, doesn't he? But he's so dry!"
A moment later, she had pulled her tits away from the boy, ignoring his pleading little cry. Then, with her elbows on the boy's outstretched thighs, her face dropped suddenly in the direction of his cock.
The boy's reaction was one of unexpected delight. He watched the head of black hair disappear down toward his thighs. Then, almost explosively, his cock was encircled with the soft, moist heat of Angie's mouth.
Her tongue began the steady, fantastic licking up the stem of his pulsing cock. He tried to thrust with his hips, not wanting to stop the unbelievable feeling in his cock. Then he found his hips and thighs firmly held in place and he gave a long, slow groan.
Her tongue was washing his straining, throbbing prick, her hands holding it firmly in place and his balls churning and aching as if they were about to burst.
Angie sucked deliciously on the slim stem of young cock. Never had she had so much room in her mouth while sucking cock. Always, the cock had been much too thick and hard to do much with. But this, she decided, was just perfect.
She raked the quivering shaft with her tongue and then fluttered the tip of her tongue against the pulsing rubbery cone; the boy's anguished cries and the perpetual twisting and jerking of his hard young hips urged her on.
Once, the little pointed head spurted a thin stream of semen, and she held back the teasing in fear the boy might come. But then, the exquisite youthfulness of his cock filled her with desire. A few minutes later, her head was bobbing up and down, her lips clasping the slippery sides of the upthrust column of reddening meat. Her tongue battled the jerking cock as it slid in and out of her mouth with increasing speed.
Her mouth touched the very base of his thrusting prick, the thin sparse crop of pubic hair brushing her lips. Then, as if to punish the boy, she speeded up.
The boy cried out once and then gave a long pathetic groan.
The fine spray of the cascading semen burst from the little eye of his slender shaft. Angie's frantic tongue washed back and forth over the straining prick.
Afterwards, Angie lay beside him, her arm under his shoulders as he drifted off to sleep, satisfied but completely exhausted, his head against one huge tit.
Later, when he came to, Angie fondled his prick into another erection. His expression was one of contentment, and his hands moved up slowly to play with her tits.
When he was stiff and hard, she murmured words of encouragement, wanting to make the boy supremely happy. Then, very slowly, she lifted him onto her outstretched body. Her exquisite softness saturated his hard, young muscled body. Angie guided the missile-like prick into the lush heat of her welcoming cunt.
She laughed at his urgent enthusiasm as the slick oily warmth of her cunt enveloped his cock. Then, as if he had done it a thousand times before, he began humping and jerking, his stiff cock surging in and out of the gulping hole as Angie's hands firmly held him in place, her fingers prying apart the cheeks of his ass.
His hips worked furiously, trying to slam against hers in a rhythm fast enough to keep his cock happy. Then suddenly he thrust in, held it until the mounting tide of the climax swept over. He was emptying his cock frantically, his body a series of contortions.
Later, when he came to, Angie was bathing him. He sighed nervously as he opened his eyes; the warm water was soothing as she affectionately washed his genitals.
"You'll have to come again and we can have fun together."
"You won't tell Mom, will you?"
She leaned over the young boy and kissed him gently on the mouth. "I won't tell a soul, if you don't," she said, kissing him again and smiling as he urgently wrapped his arms affectionately around her neck. "You're a good boy, and I'll teach you how to be a real man." She playfully flipped the wash cloth at his cock. "Now off you go. It must be dinnertime at your house, and I have to get something ready for Dr. Dillon. If my hunch is correct, the doctor's going to be mighty hungry."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Linda closed the door to the last cage in the kennels. She always fed the animals after the animal clinic had closed in the afternoon.
"There we go," she said, without thinking, taking a last look at a boxer in the cage. "Now Charlie," she said. "I suppose you want to eat too."
The dog made a whining sound.
Alongside the swimming pool, Linda and the boxer saw Paul climb out of the pool. A shiver coursed through Linda's tits as she noted the heavy bulge in the front of his tight-fitting shorts.
"Hi! You still working?" His handsome face was creased into a wide grin at the sight of the shapely young teenager. Linda was still in the skimpy little uniform she had worn during office hours, the twin cone-like bulges of her attractive tits brazenly thrusting out through the thin nylon of the uniform.
"Just finished. Where's Angie?"
"She and your mother and Stevie went over to the shopping center." He fell into step beside her, his arm going around her shoulder affectionately.
"I suppose I'll have to get Charlie something to eat."
"He can wait."
Paul dropped his hand on the girl's beautiful tit, making her shudder. The ripe young nipple blossomed quickly under his persistent stroking. "A little excited today, huh?" he asked, his forefinger and thumb pressing and prodding at the hard little nub.
Linda shivered again and put her arm around the doctor's waist. A growing feeling of anticipation was sweeping through her loins.
"I don't think that boyfriend of yours is keeping you satisfied." He cradled her firm young tit and then resumed the teasing of her nipple.
"No ... no ... I mean, yes he ... "
They were inside the door and Paul stopped, turning to face the girl, his hands moving to both out-thrust tits.
"When's your birthday? Next Saturday, or the one after that?"
"Saturday," she gasped, running her hands hungrily over Paul's shoulders. He immediately moved one hand from a tit and slipped it around the lithe, quivering body of the girl, his fingers sinking in the firm flesh of her ass and pulling her against him. His powerful cock was already hard.
"Jesus!" she whispered, the growing ache in her cunt making her shake and tremble uncontrollably. "What a cock!"
"After Saturday you can get the feel of him."
Her mouth was partially open, the full sensuous lips glistening as she licked them, the tip of her tongue sweeping back and forth frantically as her lust was mounting.
"I want it now," she gasped, her hands moving to the back of his head and pulling his face toward hers. Their mouths met, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, fencing and sparring against his. He ran his other hand around to her straining ass, both hands now squeezing and pulling at her twin cheeks.
He lifted the hem of the mini-uniform, his fingers moving into the tight little bikini briefs and then moving over the naked softness of her squirming, jerking ass. Desperately he tried to decide whether to fuck the young teenager or wait until next week.
It was an agonizing decision.
She continued kissing his mouth. Then she was searching for his hard cock.
"Jesus!" he grunted. "Jesus! I'll have to fuck you!" She gave a little whimper of joy and broke away from his mouth. His hands were feverishly running around the elastic of her panties, edging them over her hips. She pulled at the zipper of the uniform.
They undressed quickly.
He held her at arm's length, his lust-filled eyes roaming over the naked teenager. Charlie, the dog, was barking. The sight of a human cock and the animal-like smell of mounting lust penetrated the dog's senses, making it horny. The dog promptly started licking his own cock.
Linda basked in the glow of the doctor's admiration. Recently, she had yearned for the opportunity to stand naked before this handsome, older man. For too long she had endured the fumbling, probing touch of fingers in the dark.
Now, her fantasy had come true, and she was actually being stared at, being appreciated for the first time. She dropped her eyes to the enormous cock. The cock which had driven her crazy in the station wagon that night when she had sucked his prick for the first time. With a startled cry, her hands moved quickly to the massive prick, her fingers possessively surrounding and fondling it.
Paul closed his eyes, the magic in the girl's fingers bringing the dull, familiar ache to his balls.
"Feel my balls!" he groaned. "Roll them. That's wonderful."
"He's so big!"
Her fingers fluttered everywhere, one hand finally clutching at the heavy sac of balls as the other rubbed slowly up and down his cock.
Paul watched the girl's blue eyes widen excitedly as she took in the upthrust cock. His hands were fluttering over her beautiful tits, tweaking at her nipples.
"Think you're ready for a cock like that?" he asked, shivering, as she worked her fingers gently along the full length of his straining cock.
"I'd love to," she whispered.
"You know how to make him ready, don't you, Linda?"
A sigh escaped her lips. She started to fall to her knees, but he caught her by the shoulders.
He kissed her hungrily as her hands left his cock and balls, allowing his upthrust cock to nudge her round belly. When he finally twisted his mouth away from hers, he said, "Let's use the operating room, Linda."
She looked at him questioningly, but then fell into step beside him as they walked naked into the clinic.
"I thought you may like to give me a sperm test, Linda," he said. "That way you can get the real taste of jizz."
She sucked in her breath and gazed longingly at his massive erection. "I love the taste of it, Paul," she whispered.
Her legs were shaking and she was eager to begin. She started to go down on her knees once more, her eyes glued to the huge cock.
But he caught her again and kissed her. Then he moved to the operating table and stretched out on it, his legs hanging over the end.
"You can adjust it anyway you want, Linda," he murmured, his huge cock and his enormous balls fully displayed and completely vulnerable to her touch.
For several seconds she stared at his exposed genitals. Her hands grasped the thick, pulsing cock, rubbing it frantically before one hand went for the heavy sack of balls.
"Holy Mary!" She cleared her throat as her excitement took over. "What a cock!" she gasped, not caring now what she did to the handsome doctor. She slipped the leather straps around the doctor's ankles. "Now he's all mine!"
Lust and desire overwhelmed her. Her hand clenched his swollen balls, nipping them gently. Her eyes were glazed as she watched her own hands manipulate and tease his massive cock and balls.
He was aroused beyond belief. His balls were ready to boil over and erupt. "You know how to empty them, don't you, Linda?" he asked, keeping his voice soft and yet encouraging.
The girl was bending over between his outstretched thighs, her tits hanging and swinging. Her enthusiasm added to his own mounting arousal. Just then she ran a stiff finger up the length of the hard cock, making it jerk with desire. His cock disgorged a big glob of hot come, making the girl startled.
"Now he's coming!" she cried as a mini-orgasm burst inside her own boiling cunt.
She took a firmer hold of his balls, clutching his hairy sac and pushing it downwards against the cheeks of his ass. She clasped his cock tightly and moved her fist down to the base, the thick black collar of hair bristling against the back of her hand. Another eruption of creamy come bubbled out of the eye-like slit and cascaded over the purple knob of the throbbing cock.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Now he's really coming!" A moment later, Linda's face was a fraction of an inch from his cock. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, "now he's really coming!"
To Paul Dillon, the young teenager's complete wantonness added to his impending climax. Never had he seen a woman so fanatically aroused by cock. Any hope that he had of not fucking her was now abandoned.
"Just empty him a little, Linda," he suggested, his voice strange and his throat dry as he watched the beautiful teenager stared at the gleaming knob of his throbbing cock. "Perfect!" he grunted as her pink tongue swept out and licked at his jerking cock. "Just a little more, Linda! You have to ... have to ... to leave some for your beautiful cunt."
And then, unbelievably, the head of his cock was encased in the wet heat of her gorgeous mouth.
There was another minor explosion of bursting semen which she managed to catch on her tongue. She washed the pulpy, steaming head of the cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the ridge while her hand worked up and down the shaft. She was surprised to hear the doctor moan. It pleased her, getting him excited.
She began a steady stabbing motion with the tip of her tongue. Then she swirled her tongue flatly around the slick knob of hot cock, the musky taste of his come spurring her on as never before. Her hand continued the pumping motion while her other hand still clutched at his balls, warming them, encouraging them.
Her index finger found his tight ass-hole and slowly penetrated upwards as he writhed and twisted ecstatically.
Paul shuddered involuntarily as the beautiful punishment continued. Never had his cock been so thoroughly and expertly sucked. For the first time he doubted the beautiful young teenager was as innocent as she had always pretended to be. He tried to thrust his cock deeper into her madly-swirling mouth, only to find the ankle straps were holding him securely in place.
He closed his eyes and tried to hold back, the girl's persistent stroking of his prostate gland with her finger up his ass driving him insane.
"Just a little, Linda," he warned. "Leave enough for fucking, darling." Then a series of trembling quivers stung his balls as the girl seemed to hang on tighter, making his cock strain.
Linda swallowed the latest gush of hot come which had just spurted from the head. His body was tensing, and she tightened her lips, wanting to give the throbbing cock the maximum of friction as her mouth glided up and down the slippery pole.
His grunts of obvious pleasure were all the encouragement she needed. She moved over the upthrust cock, sucking in a full five inches of the thickening shaft. She moved the hand from the straining cock and clutched his balls. She slipped a second finger into his wildly-gyrating ass.
He tried to fuck her mouth furiously, the straps around his ankles giving enough so that he finally managed to thrust another inch into her throat. Her fingers were squeezing his balls more tightly, encouraging the first load of fresh come. The mounting fire of a climax smoldered dartingly through his spraddled legs, his exploding balls and up the towering cock.
The first streaking jet of semen slammed against her throat. Instinctively, she manipulated his balls, rolling and stretching them, squeezing the hot sperm out of them.
She fought for breath, the cock now stretching and thickening and painfully widening her mouth. The first big gush of semen burst from the pulsing cone, and she swallowed it fast, a second one exploding almost instantaneously.
Her hot fuck-juice oozed out of the tight lips and ran down her thighs. Another flood of sperm erupted and she tried to hold it in her mouth, opening her lips so that the surplus ran down the cock-shaft. But he just kept on coming as she frantically tried to suck it completely dry, her lips gliding effortlessly up and down the pulsing stem as the fabulous cock continued to shoot.
She groaned and grunted in dismay, sure she had failed. Then suddenly, there was a wave of bliss sweeping over her own cunt. She gave a startled cry and tried to twist her head and keep up the bobbing motion on the spouting cock. And there, between her own legs, she saw Charlie's hairy legs, his tongue avidly licking at her cunt. She gave a long, despairing groan and went back to sucking on the throbbing, straining cock, her mind whirling and almost blank.
Dr. Paul Dillon opened his eyes and gave a sigh of deep relief. He reached down and put his hands firmly on the young teenager's blonde head, easing his still erect cock into the softness of her throat.
"That was beautiful, Linda," he said, sitting up, his hands clutching at her long, blonde hair.
The girl was fighting for air, the knob of the swollen cock wedged in her throat.
"Just a little gentle sucking, Linda, and you'll leave him very satisfied." His cock jerked twice, emptying itself. Then he released her and she stood there, her elbows on the end of the table, her beautifully-curved body shivering as the dog noisily slurped at her quivering cunt.
"Is Charlie bringing you off? He's well trained to eat out cunts. In fact Angie loves to have him eat out her cunt." He brought her head closer to his cock. "You know what to do to make my cock nice and big and ready to fuck, don't you, Linda?"
He ran one hand affectionately around the girl's neck as she nodded her head, bravely. He shivered delightedly as she took his limp cock and diligently licked at the knob-like head, the first stirrings of renewed passion coursing through his balls.
For several minutes, Linda used her lips and tongue to wash his glistening cock. She spread her long, slim legs, the dog settling comfortably between them, his paws grasping her thighs. Occasionally, his hairy muzzle touched the soft inner thighs of the luscious young girl, making her quiver until the animal's rough tongue was once more darting in and out of the tight little cunt.
"That feels good, Linda, and it's rising for the occasion."
"Will you fuck me?"
All she wanted was to make this cock as big as it was before and then spread her legs willingly and hopefully so that at last this handsome doctor could plunge his huge cock into the hilt, opening her cunt up as she'd never been opened before.
"Just keep on licking, Linda, and make me good and stiff."
"I'm trying, Paul. I'm trying." She arched herself more as the dog's darting tongue began reaching for more juice. "Aaaaah ... " she groaned. "Jesus! But I wish you'd fuck me."
He unfastened the straps holding his ankles. "Just a little more licking, Linda, and I'll want to get into you."
Her hands caressed the cock which looked even longer than before. "I love it!" she sighed, her lips planting kisses up and down the towering shaft.
"Your boyfriend's been fucking you regularly, hasn't he, Linda?"
"Yes."
She continued to lick at the knob of the glistening cock. A small quantity of pre-come oozed out of the hole, and she used her tongue to spread it over the gleaming knob. Her firm round ass had become a lurching round globe as her cunt released a steady flow of excited juices, driving the dog crazy. "What ... what will we do with Charlie?"
Paul smiled. "He'll lick himself off when he sees us fuck," he said, easing himself off the table and taking the shuddering teenager in his arms. His hands automatically moved down over her squirming, twitching ass, prying open the cheeks. Then he led her through the door and into the bedroom.
He climbed onto the bed.
She threw herself on top of him, stretching out and burrowing her young, lithe body against his.
He ran his hands flatly over her slim, trembling back. She wiggled her hips, trapping the heavy cock between her thighs so that it parted the cheeks of her quivering ass.
"Aaaaaaaah ... " she moaned, unable to believe the exquisite desire which was raging through her loins. She moved her ass jerkily up and down, feeling the stiff cock nudging her asshole.
"Just take your time, Linda," he warned her, the girl's enthusiasm once again filling him with the need to plunge his big cock into her eager little cunt. "Just take your time and when you're ready, we can fuck." He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it.
She finally came up for air. His hands were kneading her tits, making them burst into flame as he twisted and pulled at her nipples.
Then, with a sigh of expectation, she pressed her hands alongside his chest. She was drawing up her knees and crushing them against his slim waist, the cock suddenly springing forward to nestle against her pubic hair.
"Ooooh ... " she gasped disappointedly. Then, a moment later, she slipped one hand between them, grasping the throbbing cock and forcing it upright, the slippery head edging into her waiting cunt and parting the lips, ready to plunge.
"How's that, dear?" he asked, fighting to control his own urgent desire. "That feels good, doesn't it?"
"Marvelous!" Even the half inch of cock was out of this world, and she had to fight an urge to ram her cunt down on it and feel its powerful strength. "Marvelous!"
He squeezed her tits. Her blue eyes had a wild, frightened look in them as she stared down at him, her tongue moving lazily back and forth across her full, sensual lips.
"Maybe we should wait until you're a little older," he said teasingly, knowing now that she couldn't pull back now even if she had wanted to.
"Oh God, no!"
Her body was screaming for a fucking. Her fingers twitched madly around the pulpy head of his straining cock, stroking it and teasing it and touching her own frantic cuntlips at the same time.
She watched as Paul bunched one tit tightly, the nipple sprouting brazenly and waiting to be sucked. Then she shivered ecstatically as the doctor's mouth came up and tenderly licked at the tip of her nipple. A moment later, she shuddered uncontrollably, withdrawing her hand, as her cunt slowly and clingingly wrapped itself around the enormous cock.
The huge column of thick, throbbing cock widened out the channel of her cunt. Never had she dreamed such feelings were possible.
She sucked in air ravenously as the big cock entered her cunt, tunneling its way hungrily up the oily smoothness of her tight cunt.
And then, after what seemed like hours, her pubic hair meshed with his, the beautiful cock in to the hilt. She hung on desperately as if waiting for some unknown explosion to suddenly rip them apart. Then the full, rapturous feeling of the cock firmly embedded inside her pussy filled her with the urgent desire to fuck.
Only then did she spring to life and start the thrashing and jerking she knew she had to do to satisfy the deep yearning in her cunt.
Paul bunched the other young tit and sucked on it hungrily. He stretched himself out, the frantic gyrations of the young girl bringing the lust to his balls as her slim, vibrant body tried every movement imaginable.
Her knees dug into his waist and she moved with the agility of a thrashing stallion, her ass moving wickedly up and down as her clasping, grasping cunt sucked and sucked at his powerful cock. He ran one hand down over her eagerly humping back, his hand spreading slowly over her ass, his finger stroking at her quivering asshole and then gently pressing into her and filling her with lust.
He spread his legs suddenly, forcing her to reposition herself. She was fully impaled on the huge cock as she cried and whimpered impatiently. "Oh God! Fuck me ... fuck me ... just fuck ... "
Her cunt was clinging to the shaft, sucking on it and drawing it upwards, the tip of the powerful cock embedding itself in the softness at the very top of her young cunt.
"Oh Holy Mary! That's sensational!"
For Paul, the experience was bewildering. He tried to hold back, his balls full and overflowing. Never had he expected the young teenager to last this long. Her enthusiastic cock-sucking had left him empty and dry, and he had been firmly convinced that she, too, would be half-spent and near exhaustion. Now, her renewed enthusiasm and the hectic, crazy way she was going at the fucking astounded him.
He tried desperately to steady her. But the more she thrust on his raging cock, the more excited she became. Finally, in desperation, he flung her onto her back where she promptly spread her legs. Then he rammed home his cock, slamming it in to the hilt, his huge balls slapping at the soft underside of her cunt.
"Yes ... yes ... yes!" she cried, her head swinging from side to side and her long blonde hair a hopeless tangle. "Yes, Jesus ... just keep fucking!"
A moment later and she was experiencing the feeling of a cock thickening inside her, readying itself for the torrent of hot fuck-juice it was about to release. The sides of her cunt were forcefully stretched wider, adding to the sheer pleasure of the heavy cock fucking in and out.
Then, as she cried out expectantly, Paul thrust in savagely and held his cock there, his throbbing, pulsing, hot cock completely filling her cunt.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Angie Dillon watched approvingly as Paul flipped the sizzling steaks on the barbecue. "Almost time to open the wine." she said.
It was Saturday night.
It was Linda Stapleton's birthday, and although Connie had arranged a family party and invited Bill Dexter, the Dillons had promptly suggested the party be held around the pool and Paul would do the cooking.
"Yea, sure," Paul grinned, finishing off a scotch and soda. He'd lost count of the number of drinks he had had, and judging by the constant giggling of the three women, no one else was counting their drinks either.
He turned and took Angie in his arms. Their mouths met in a long, juicy kiss.
Later, after supper and a few more drinks, he planned on suggesting a little skinny-dipping, and he could hardly wait to see the look on Bill Dexter's face when he got a good look at Angie's fabulous tits.
"You can pour it anytime," he said as they broke apart. "The steaks are almost ready."
"I'll give you a hand," said Connie, "if I get a kiss too."
She laughed as he took her in his arms, squeezing at one fabulous tit. It had been almost two weeks since Paul had fucked her, and tonight, after all the drinks and the fooling around in the pool, her cunt was twitching for a good piece of cock.
Bill Dexter had his arm around Linda and they were idly watching Paul at work. Now, as they watched him kiss Linda's mother, both were a little startled to see him play with her tit.
"Jesus!" he whispered, a searing streak of ecstasy darting swiftly through his balls. All evening he had tried desperately to keep his eyes averted from the two older women whose sensational tits always appeared as if they were about to burst free from the flimsy little bikini tops.
Connie heard the youth and promptly moved one hand around Paul's slim waist and covered his ass, pulling him suggestively against her and gently moving her hips.
Paul's knitted shorts were still wet from a recent plunge to the pool, and she could feel the cool moistness against her belly as his upthrust cock nestled itself hungrily in the flat plain of her stomach.
She had never been impressed with Bill Dexter, and she had always hoped Linda would find another boyfriend. Today, however, she had decided the shy, good-looking boy was perhaps a lot like her husband.
With this in mind, and with the help of the drinks this evening, the youth had become very attractive to her sexually. So much so that she had been filled with a burning desire to pull down his shorts and suck ravenously on his obviously hard cock.
She twisted her face away from Paul's wet, sticky mouth and smiled in Bill Dexter's direction.
When at last they were all full and gloriously drunk, Paul lay back and groaned. He had eaten, sitting up with his plate balanced on his knees, only to find that he and Bill and young Stevie had all happened to be facing the three women.
The result was an unhindered view of three pairs of sensational tits every time the girls leaned forward over their plates. He had a massive, almost painful hard-on.
Angie watched her husband flake out and laughed. "Too much for you, darling?" she asked, winking at Connie, both women noting how Paul had promptly placed his hands over the outline of his powerful cock.
"I thought men didn't want to, after eating a big meal," Connie quipped, glancing briefly at Stevie and hoping he would fail to understand the suggestion. Ever since she had become friends with Paul and Angie, she had experienced a fantastic release of sexual energy. At times it was frightening, but never had she enjoyed such natural driving urges.
"He wants to all the time," Angie said, getting rid of her plate and falling back herself. She stared down the length of her body, between her upthrust boobs and across to where Bill Dexter was sipping the last of his wine.
His eyes were focused on the thin strip of bikini bottom which covered her swollen cuntlips. Angie stifled a smile. May as well get the youth primed for Linda Stapleton, she decided a little regretfully. Then she glanced at Stevie who was sitting alongside Bill. The boy's eyes were smoldering as he studied Angie's tapering thighs. She and the boy had become very close friends and she now gave him what she called a very thorough workout at least once a week.
It was an hour later when Paul Dillon recovered from the big meal sufficiently to suggest they all skinny-dip. He had forgotten about little Stevie until he saw the consternation on his mother's face.
While he was trying to think of something to say, Connie collected her thoughts and spoke. "I think maybe it is time for you to think about bed, Stevie," she said, struggling to her feet and adjusting her bikini top quickly.
Angie promptly sat up and smiled at the boy encouragingly. Then she turned to Paul. "Would it really do him that much harm?" she asked, keeping her voice serious in order to convince Connie.
Paul appeared to think about it. "Not really, I suppose. After all, you girls have left nothing to the imagination, anyway."
The thought of her kid brother feasting his eyes on her nudity wasn't shocking to Linda, as she thought it should be. Instead, she began feeling quite excited about it.
Connie, on the other hand, was caught between protecting the boy--she didn't know from what--and taking the advice of a man. And advice about Stevie was something she hadn't been able to get. "What do you think, Paul?" she asked, hopefully.
Paul shrugged his shoulders. "I think it would do him a lot of good. I always said my son would just grow up naturally into sex, and after all Stevie is fourteen. Besides, it gives you a chance to do a little ... um ... checking, doesn't it?"
Connie looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Paul?"
Angie put her hand on Connie's thigh. "I think Paul means it will provide an opportunity to see if Stevie has natural ... er ... tendencies."
Connie looked relieved. "Of course! Thanks, Paul!" It had been at least three years since she had examined the boy when bathing. Since then, he had become too shy and she had inwardly worried about him.
It was Angie who clapped her hands and decided how the game should be played. She disappeared into the house and returned with scraps of paper on which she had written the individual names.
"We'll undress each other," she explained. "That way it'll be more exciting and it gets the men all primed." She held out one hand containing the folded pieces of paper, and watched Bill Dexter nervously take one. "Who did you get?" she asked.
"Connie," he said, a frightened look on his handsome face as he forced himself to look at Linda's mother.
A quiver of excitement coursed suddenly through Connie's tits. She leaped to her feet and held out her hand, pulling the frightened youth to his feet.
"Don't be so shy and nervous," she cried. "Surely you know how to unfasten a bikini?" She turned her back to him, waiting for the first touch of his trembling fingers at her back.
Meanwhile Linda and Angie were beside themselves with excitement. Even Paul and Stevie were staring, their eyes as big as saucers as they waited for her big shapely tits to burst free. Suddenly, they did, and there was a wave of approving murmurs and sighs.
Then, almost frantically, Bill Dexter's hands were tearing at the thin thread of the bikini bottom, forcing it down the softly-rounded hips and thighs until the flimsy little piece of material had fallen at her feet.
"Easy, easy!" gasped Connie. "You're supposed to do this very slowly and make it last." She had forgotten all about young Stevie until she had turned to face Paul. Then she caught her breath at the look on her son's face. The drinks and the wine had made her head swim. "Oh, Stevie!" she said. "Do you like mommy?" She had an urge to strip the boy and hold him close to her. "You can touch me later, if you want to, but in this game Bill has the first chance." She turned to find Bill Dexter staring at her, petrified. His eyes were focused on the full, voluptuous beauty of her thrusting tits, beads of perspiration on his forehead and his mouth hanging open. Connie laughed at his expression. "Don't you want to feel them?" she asked, reaching for his hands. She placed them on her tits and straightened her shoulders so that her huge boobs completely filled his hands.
"Yes, aaagh ... " he groaned, glancing at Linda who had an excited look on her pretty face.
"That's better," Connie grinned as his hands began a frantic motion all over her twin globes, bringing an urge to fuck. "Now let's see what you've got." She moved her hands to his swim trunks. She placed one hand flatly on the thick outline of his upthrust cock, feeling the youth shiver ecstatically as she gave it a gentle rub. "A little touchy, huh?" she laughed as he shivered again.
When his shorts had dropped to his ankles, he lost his nerve, withdrawing from her and panting for breath. His hands flew to his cock, covering it momentarily, until Connie had quickly pulled his hands away.
"Don't be so shy," she coaxed him. "I'm really very flattered with that hard-on." She waited as Linda and Angie clapped their hands excitedly. Then she looked at Linda and said, "I take everything back I said about Bill. A little steady fucking and that cock could be a real beauty." She had taken his hands and put them back on her tits again. He was squeezing and pulling at them. "That's better," she said encouragingly, her hands reaching for his upthrust cock and swollen balls. As her fingers closed around them, he gave a startled shudder, drops of hot come spurting from the end of his cock and embarrassing him. "That's okay," she whispered, trying to assure the youth. "You're just getting him ready, that's all." Then she moved her hips closer to his, guiding the wet, glistening head between her lusciously soft thighs. "There, that feels better doesn't it?" she said softly, her hands moving to his waist and holding the trembling youth in place.
"Won ... won ... wonderful." His head was swimming and his loins were on fire. Any minute now he expected to feel his cock thicken and ejaculate his full load.
She released him. "We'd better let someone else have a little fun," she said, holding him at arm's length and taking a last look at his cock. "Maybe if I coax you a little, you'll give me a fucking afterwards." She then laughed as Bill Dexter fought to control a spasm that made his cock jerk and thrust.
Angie was ready with the little scraps of paper. She didn't really care whether Linda chose the papers carrying Paul's name or Stevie's. She had always found undressing someone else extremely exciting and stimulating. When Linda chose Paul, however, Angie insisted they wait until she and little Stevie had performed.
"You don't mind being a big boy and undressing me, do you, Stevie?" Angie asked encouragingly, taking the boy's hands in hers and pulling him to his feet.
"N ... no," he managed to gasp, his face beet-red as she pulled him into the center of the circle.
The way Bill Dexter had swept away his mother's bikini and then proceeded to play with her magnificent tits had brought an unbelievable stiffness to his young, virile cock. Now he was certain all the women, including his sister, were staring at the bulge in his brief shorts.
Angie knelt with her back turned toward the boy, his small fingers filling her with lust just as they always did whenever he touched her. "Don't tease now," she cautioned him, laughing, as he fumbled with the catch. Suddenly, the flimsy pieces of cloth fell away and she shook her shoulders to release the straps from her arms.
The look on the young boy's face brought cries of delight from Linda and Connie.
Angie continued kneeling and made the boy move around her. His dark, almost brooding eyes were taking in her fully-ripened tits.
"Well, don't you like them?" she asked softly, knowing how the boy always reacted whenever he caught the first glimpse of her tits. Her hand moved out and she gently clutched at his genitals which were already fully out-lined in the front of the tight shorts. "Mmmmm ... I think those are looking pretty nice."
His hands fondled her tits, little whimpers of joy escaping from his tight throat as the sheer softness and velvety smoothness of her tits enveloped him.
He shivered as Mrs. Dillon's hands moved to the elastic of his shorts, prying them down and allowing his raging cock to burst free. Then he groaned as her marvelous hands took over, cradling his jerking cock and clutching at his balls.
"I don't think either of you need have worried about this young man," Angie grinned, referring to Connie and Paul's earlier conversation. "He's going to be a real stud when he grows up, aren't you, Stevie?"
She rubbed his cock teasingly, knowing exactly how to make the boy respond without losing all control. Linda and her mother had moved closer with a bright lustful excitement in their eyes as they stared at the slim pink cock in Angie's hand.
Stevie's hands were fumbling madly with her tits, squeezing and lifting them as he tried to retain his composure.
"Did you ever see such a darling cock?" Angie asked. "Look!" she cried, a coursing thrill bursting in her cunt as his boyish cock stretched and strained in response.
"Good grief!" Linda was beside herself with lust. She found herself dropping to her knees in order to get a better look at the beautiful young cock. It had never dawned on her that her kid brother would have a hard cock. As she remembered it, it had always been soft and flaccid, with little wrinkled nuts hanging underneath.
Linda stared at it longingly, pleased that Angie continued to hold the cock firmly in place, making it strain. Her tongue licked crazily at her lips, an urgent desire to lick at the four-inch prong of pink meat. And just then she was aware that Paul was kneeling behind her, his fingers fumbling with the bra of her bikini.
A moment later, she moaned as his big hands came around to cover and fondle her excited tits. She promptly put her head back on his shoulder, but managed to keep her eyes zeroed in on the beautiful young cock.
"Good grief!" she whispered, a shudder streaking through her loins as Angie's fingertips ran up and down the length of Stevie's cock.
As for Connie, she was sure she was about to faint. She was aware that Bill Dexter had positioned himself behind her, his hands suddenly lifting and squeezing her torrid tits. She reached behind her, her hand finding his upthrust cock. She rubbed it. His hot breath on her neck and then his burning lips on her shoulder made her shiver as she continued staring, fascinated at her son's cock.
Paul managed to pry his tight swim trunks off. He squeezed at Linda's youthful tits, moving from one to the other and then moving flatly over the firm round belly and into the girl's moist pubic hair.
Her head was still resting on his shoulder and she occasionally turned to kiss him lingeringly. Every nerve in her body was like a tight steel spring, and she wasn't sure she could stand the doctor's teasing much longer, nor the sight of her kid brother with his stiff cock in Angie's hand.
Just then, the doctor's hand was pulling her bikini bottom off. Then his hands were lifting her firm round ass, his knees shuffling between her thighs, spreading them slightly.
Linda felt the torpedo-like head of the throbbing cock as it pressed teasingly into the lips of her quivering cunt.
"Jesus! Holy Jesus!" she whispered. "Just fuck me, Doctor. Just fuck and fuck and fuck me." A split second later, she was crying ecstatically as the thick, powerful cock was edging its way slowly into her clutching cunt. "Aaaaaaaagh ... Jesus! What a cock! Aaaaagh ... no ... please ... God, but that's ... "
Angie stopped rubbing Stevie's little cock, and was staring, fascinated, at the way Paul was driving his thick cock up into the shivering girl. One minute Linda was completely impaled on the huge shaft, shaking and trembling as the powerful cock embedded itself to the hilt. Then Paul was pressing the girl into a kneeling position in front of him, and she was bracing herself on her arms.
A gentle to-and-fro motion brought a series of whimpering cries from the tormented girl but then he was starting the devastating rhythm of fucking, his nine inches of cock reaching into her cunt as she cried out with sheer joy.
The effect on the others was nothing short of sensational. Connie gave a startled cry. Any intention she may have harbored to avoid fucking in front of her young son had long since disappeared. She hoped Linda's boyfriend would know what to do. She guided his cock into the slick chasm of her boiling cunt. Then, as the youth responded with a cry of pure lust, she gave a grateful moan, his stiff cock driving up her cunt like a hot poker as his arms swept around her, drawing her closer.
Angie Dillon, meanwhile, was staring at her husband fucking Linda. It reminded her of a stallion ramming his cock into a bewildered mare. She saw about four inches of dripping shaft leave and enter the girl, and the sight of his heavy balls as they slammed against the soft underside of the girl's cunt.
"No, no ... just fuck me!" It was Connie who had just decided Bill's penetration from the rear was leaving much to be desired. "Let me, let me!" she cried, slipping away from the youth's grasp and turning to face him. Then, with a startling show of strength, she had fallen forward on the young man, stretching herself over him and reaching for his cock. "Just fuck the hell out of me!" she cried, her fingers pressing the already spurting head of the youth's cock into her waiting cunt. The thickening cock edged hungrily up into the molten heat of her cunt. Then with a series of cries she began a steady, driving humping which had the excited boy grunting and pleading under the vicious attack.
Paul continued feeding his powerful cock into the screaming teenager, and Connie thrust up and down on the hapless Bill Dexter with devastating thoroughness.
In both cases, it was almost as if the victims were being assaulted, and it made Angie all the more excited. She rubbed Stevie's stiff prick, noting how it was spurting streaks of come. Then, she brought her face to the very end of the spouting little cock, hot bursts of come splashing all over her face. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around the hot cock, moving slowly and firmly down the quivering young shaft until the thin crop of fine hair was tickling her mouth.
Stevie stood the first engulfment of his cock with a series of stubborn shudders. His hands were on Mrs. Dillon's shoulders. At the same time her hands were on his ass, holding him firmly in place. Then, as he watched his sister being fucked by the capable Dr. Dillon, he gave a shallow cry as Mrs. Dillon's mouth and then her tantalizing tongue began a steady, methodical attack on his jerking little cock.
A moment later, he was actually pleading and crying at the same time as he watched Dr. Dillon and his mother thmsh under the power of their orgasms. His cock was straining under the lashing and licking of Angie's expert mouth; the first torrent of his fuck-juice raced up the stem to be followed by another.
As Mrs. Dillon's mouth sucked and licked at his quivering cock, drawing out the last of the boiling come, one of her hands swept between his shivering thighs to squeeze and fondle his balls until they were empty.
For twenty minutes the only sounds around the pool were those of exhausted lovers.
Even Angie, who hadn't been fucked, had found the teasing of the young boy exhausting. Her thighs were wet and sticky from her own fuck-juice which had flowed freely during the final sucking of the fresh, young cock.
Now, as she stretched and then sat up to look around, she wished she had a camera. She toyed with the idea of going for it as Stevie awoke beside her, his eyes going to her fabulous tits. She smiled at him, bracing herself on one arm and moving her free hand to his cock. "You're getting to be quite a little man, aren't you?"
Paul stirred alongside Linda, the voluptuous young teenager having fallen asleep with one hand over his flaccid cock. He looked over sleepily, a wide grin on his face as he watched his wife fondle the boy's genitals. He sat up and looked at the slim girl by his side, her hand falling off his cock as he took in the still towering young tits with their straining nipples. "Quite a birthday party we gave her," he said.
"Quite the birthday present you gave her," Angie corrected, grinning, "and I must admit I never dreamed we would have this sort of a party going so soon after moving here."
"Reminds you of old times, doesn't it?"
"Sure does, except I wouldn't mind being fucked right now. Maybe I could encourage young Bill for one more screwing."
Paul stretched and moved one hand onto Linda's peaked tit. He squeezed it lovingly until the young blonde opened her eyes. Then he moved his hand gently over to the other, squeezing that one before moving his fingers to her pubic hair. "We should let Bill screw her," he murmured pensively. "After all, it is her birthday."
"He can fuck her anytime," Angie laughed, noting how she had managed to get Stevie's cock stiff. "Just look at this young stud," she said, staring at his stiffened cock admiringly. Then with a sigh, she got up and ambled toward the patio doors, her firm round ass wiggling provocatively. "I'll get the camera," she said, over her shoulder.
Connie Stapleton came to and became aware of what Angie had said. A strange fear swept through her and she tried to sit up.
Bill Dexter stirred alongside her and she took the opportunity to look at his cock. It was not completely soft and she wondered what it would be like to take it in her mouth. Sucking Paul's massive erection had been the most exciting thing she had ever experienced, but to have a cock grow in her mouth would be nothing short of sensational.
She moved her hand onto it, grasping it gently and trying to decide if she should try it. Just then the young man's hand arrived on one of her tits and began kneading it. She was moving her face down, one hand lifting the rubbery-like cock and holding it in place. Then, as her mouth opened to accept the meaty column of warm flesh, a shiver coursed through her cunt and she was vaguely aware of a flash of light.
Another flash of sharp brightness. Angie took a quick shot of Paul playing with Linda's tit. Then, as she watched, fascinated, Charlie trotted over to Connie and Bill. The heavy musky odor of come from Connie's upturned buttocks drew the animal like a magnet.
"Oooooooow!" Connie was startled but pleased at the licking of her cunt. She quickly assumed it was Paul. She braced her ass tighter, drew her knees up against the twisting youth as she began to concentrate more on her sucking.
Bill Dexter was moaning and growing under the lashing of her tongue. She groaned herself as the errant tongue slowly licked into her hole, the feeling of being penetrated and licked at the same time driving her insane.
Again there was a startling flash of light. The teasing tongue in her cunt was licking farther and farther inside and she found herself sucking and licking at the youth's cock more firmly, forcing the prick to fill her mouth.
Stevie and Linda sat up at the same time. Linda had been playing with Paul's magnificent cock, but she moved her hand quickly, feeling guilty, when she saw her kid brother staring at her.
He grinned at her and then got to his feet and came over to sit beside them. As he did so, Linda caught a glimpse of her mother. She stared horrified, as Charlie the dog raised his head from between her mother's buttocks.
"Good grief!" she gasped, the tingling in her cunt unbearable as the full realization of what was happening to her mother sank in.
But then Paul's fingers were plucking at her tits and running over her shoulders and down her back. Linda gave a startled cry as her brother's warm hand moved up to cup and squeeze the nearest tit.
"Stevie!" she cried, uncertain whether to reprimand the boy or accept the rather pleasing sensation which was racing through her loins. "Don't Stevie!"
And then, without thinking, her hand moved to the boy's crotch, her fingers closing around his cock.
Paul moved away from Linda and her brother, adjusting himself into a kneeling position and stretching, one hand cupping his swollen scrotum and throbbing cock. He watched the young boy hungrily play with his sister's lovely tits while she in turn avidly rubbed his cock. They were staring at each other, their eyes avoiding each other's busy hands.
Paul turned away.
Connie Stapleton was now lost in her cock-sucking, fondling and encouraging Bill Dexter's swollen cock and heavy balls. The youth was twisting and moaning as Connie's mouth eagerly licked and kissed at the pulsing column of his excited cock.
And then Paul's eyes fell to where Angie was crouching, the camera exploding again and again as she took in the scenes, her beautiful tits bobbing and jerking as she focused the camera.
"Aaaagh ... " Connie was paralyzed with lust as the first stab of stiff cock entered her clutching cunt. "Aaaagh ... " she gasped, aware for the first time that it wasn't a human cock as hairy paws encircled her neck and shoulders. Her entire body was racked with fantastic, indescribable shudders as bristling hairs scraped her straining ass and tender thighs. "Aaaaagh ... no, please ... " she whimpered. "No ... no ... please ... "
She fought for breath as the hairy loins withdrew and then began a devastating, determined effort to fuck her. The constant contact of the coarse hair was nothing short of mind-boggling. Then, as the marvelous sensations seemed to increase beyond her endurance, she grasped Bill's hot cock, then frantically took as much into her hard-working mouth as she could.
She adjusted her breathing quickly, making snorting noises. She arched herself to take care of the cock in her cunt. Then eagerly she sucked, murmuring and mumbling delightedly as the cock thickened in her throat.
Dimly she heard Bill Dexter cry out and his hands were clawing at her hair. A moment later and the exploding geyser erupted, jetting the contents down her gulping throat. Only then did Connie move her mouth quickly up to the hard ridge of the excited cock, sucking and licking as the cock spurted the last searing bursts of oily come.
The flashbulb exploded again.
Angie was aware of Paul's huge arms around her, his hands moving to her excited tits. She fell back into his arms.
"That's wonderful, darling," she whispered. "I don't think we could have arranged a better happening than this one, could we?"
"Not for a starter," Paul agreed, feeling Angie's marvelous tits. "I think everyone enjoyed themselves."
Then Angie pointed in the direction of Linda and Stevie Stapleton, the sight of the two youngsters forcing Paul to lift and squeeze Angie's tits unmercifully as he watched Linda push the young boy onto his back.
A moment later, the long blonde hair covered the lower part of the boy's struggling body. Then the rhythmic bobbing of the young girl's head, and the jerky flipping of the boy's hips in response were too good to miss.
"I think you should take one more picture," Paul suggested. "After all, most people won't realize what a good time they had until they see the pictures afterwards."
Angie took two shots of the wildly convulsing couple. Then she put her camera down and flung her arms around Paul.
"I think I need a fucking, darling." One hand went down into his warm crotch, her fingers closing around the enormous cock which pulsed and throbbed. "Mmmmm ... what a cock, darling, and always so ready and willing. Let's show everyone how good we are together," she murmured, grinning, as his powerful body stretched itself hungrily on top of hers. "Let's really put on a good show, darling."
Then she spread her legs wide, the tip of his hot cock nudging at her cuntlips, waiting for the first thrust which would make her arch and strain and cry with sheer joy.
