The excitement of sex is so innate that practically every human child discovers it at some stage in his or her emotional and physical development. And yet, there are other purely emotional reasons beyond the psychological pressures of adolescence that drive human youngsters toward sex.
One of the strongest of these pressures is the urge by young grown-ups to become independent-to be free of the parental wing. It is either an act of independence or of escape, but more sex matches are probably made for this reason than any other.
This is not the best reason for young men and young women to enter into sexual liaisons. Or marriage-for frequently one leads to the other. But behind the haste to use sex as an escape from childhood is the massive ignorance about sex that is fostered in modern society.
This book will, it is hoped, provide food for thought in the area of sexual contemplation. It widens a vista, perhaps not as a textbook would-academically-but on a visceral level needing no complicated rationales. Education is a combination of experience and example.
It would not be undue to say this novel covers both.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Sally's breasts ached, pushing themselves tensely against her halter, forcing her stiffened nipples into the clinging fabric. As she walked to her car the longing for her lover moved the dewy mound of her pussy against the fly of her jeans. All but unseeing, Sally opened the door, thinking of the strength, the warmth, the frenzy of Bill's touch on her skin.
The prison guards, watching her move through the parking lot, could see the lusting ache in her movements, see the lewd flare of Sally's unsated lips. The fuck-hunger in her walk drew the stares of other departing visitors, and was a magnet to the swiveling heads of prisoners in the exercise yard.
She swung into the seat and the sun-heated vinyl was a welcome flame to her cunt. The play of her flesh when she turned the key, the motion of her nipples against the halter as she reversed to drive away from her lover, made her gasp with sudden shocks of cunty pain. Thighs aching, Sally drove out of the gate, heading toward the Pacific.
A small, tree-shaded, twisting road like this had been where she'd first surrendered herself to Bill. Warm and comfortable on a pleasant country drive, she'd leaned closer to him, head upon his bared chest, his hand cupping her breast. In slow-moving gentleness, he pulled the car over and, fully aware, they stepped out, walking to a small, lush-grown spot among the trees. They released one another's fingers, turning to kiss hotly in the dappled light of the afternoon. Sally felt her breasts, so much heavier and more sensitive now, molding to Bill's chest. The sheer fabric of her blouse felt like thin wires under his hands as his strong, blunt fingertips traced the nubile shape of her back.
Sally pulled her face back, looking with a soft smile at the new radiance between them. Her soft hands ran over his ribs as she felt his cock growing against her belly.
"Teach me, Bill," Sally said. Her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, unhurriedly releasing her creamy globes to his view. Her crimson nipples were fully erect and the blonde's pink aureoles crinkled when his fingertips brushed them. A tremor went through her when his eyes followed the thrust of her tits, the heavy flesh swaying as she shrugged out of her blouse. Even at seventeen, Sally was proud of the heat she kindled in this man.
Sally let her blouse fall silently to the ground behind her, moving sensuously forward into his arms again. The touch of her nipples against his naked skin was a silken fire that flashed in her loins. She mashed herself against him, feeling the meaty bulge of cock in his pants, moving her belly and breasts against the wall of man-muscle that she wanted to feel conquering her.
Bill brought his trousered thigh against the lewdly circling mound of her cunt, and Sally locked to the member with a breathy sound of lust. Her hands fell down his back, frustrated on the way to clutching his ass by the tightly-belted pants. Her arms wrapped about him hungrily, and her lips opened to the stiff probing of his tongue.
Mouths locked, Sally and Bill plunged their tongues back and forth, assaulting the spit-slicked tissues, inhaling one another. The hunger of their kiss drew all their attention to the two mouths that were sucking and swallowing, signaling and responding. Their bodies drew apart, hands on one another's hips.
Sally's fingers moved to the front of Bill's trousers, finding the straining bulge of his cock and caressing it through the taut cloth. As the palm of one hand pressed the shaft and her fingers sought his balls, Sally's other hand loosened his belt. They drew apart, Bill's hand rising to her massive, taut breasts as his eyes widened in delight.
"Oh, yes, honey-there!" Bill groaned.
Both of the girl's slim, soft hands worked at his fly, allowing his manhood to spring forth. As his dick pressed the cloth of his shorts outward, Sally knelt to slide his jeans from his legs. Bill stood, stepping out of his pants. The loveliest girl he'd ever known was stripping him, kneeling in front of his aching groin with her long hair half-hiding her huge tits.
Sally looked up at Bill, watching his face as she pulled the waistband of his shorts free of his straining cock. Bill smiled down at her sensual face, then went to his knees and cupped her titties in his hands. The coolness of the sides of her breasts, the heat of her nipples, the form, the wondrous firm texture of those creamy-skinned mounds of girl-flesh set his hands and mind afire. Pulling a hand from one, he lowered his head to take Sally's left nipple in his mouth. Both hands circled her tit and Sally panted and trembled as Bill ran his tongue over the pebble-hard nipple. The feeling of his hands drawing her breast up toward his mouth, kneading the springy flesh, was like nothing Sally had ever known.
They rolled to the ground, Bill's mouth alternately teasing and swallowing every part of her tit that his caressing fingers did not cover. Long, slow, liquid lappings at and around the aureole, short, gentle pinches of teeth on the tip, and the constant rolling pressure of his strong hands spurred the wet heat in her cuntal mound.
Sally reached for Bill's cock. Her fingers touched the sides of the iron-hard shaft and the happy growls at her breast turned to a gasp as Bill sucked what seemed like all of her tit into his mouth.
She had never touched a man's dick before, "and the heat and hardness of it under his soft skin thrilled her. Her hand clenched around the shaft as Bill rocked his loins toward her. She felt the skin slide tautly over the sensitive ridges of nerve-laden fuckflesh.
Sally gently placed the soft cup of her other palm over the crimson knob of his dickhead, feeling the oily goodness of the lube oozing from the slit at the tip. The wonder of feeling this new sensation distracted her from the heroic caresses Bill was lavishing on her titties. She twisted to look at this wonder of maleness she'd captured in her hand.
Though she'd known they were there, the sight of his sac and the balls rolling within it fascinated Sally. The slow, tumid rolling of those virile masses riveted her attention as the ooze-slicked palm of her hand went from his cockhead to cup his scrotum while she slowly clenched and unclenched the fist that jacked on Bill's throbbing manhood. The wrinkling, muscular sac drew up at her touch, and Bill moaned again.
"Bill, dear Bill, do you like me to touch you here? Would you mind...." Sally asked in a low voice as she drew her head down toward the superheated mass of his cock and balls.
"Aah, Christ-oh, baby, do it!" Bill almost whimpered.
Sally pressed gently and Bill rolled onto his back. She was very aware of the heat of her pussy and the tightness of her pants as she moved herself down along the length of his wiry torso. One nipple crinkled as it touched the cool mossy earth they lay on. The other thrilled as Sally brushed it along the rock-hard plateau of his belly.
Sally stared at the tower of cockmeat as her head came nearer to his crotch, joyously admiring the rich crimson, the flaring shape of the dickhead. Her fingertips crossed his thighs as her tongue made contact with his slit. A pearly drop of glistening wetness stayed on her tongue-tip as she began to lick with the flat of her tongue from the ridge of his cock's crown to the slit.
"Honey, please suck me," Bill said as Sally's fingers trailed along the length of his throbbing penis. Sally ran her fully-wet tongue around the ridge of the cockhead twice more before sliding her lips over the very tip. Her fingertips held the meaty organ up from his belly as she slowly moved her lips over the entire cockhead. Keeping her tongue out of the way, she moved her mouth further onto the huge rod, backing up, stroking further, stopping her lips' advance only to back up and renew the spit-slickness that she wanted on her mouth's easy glide along the length of his penis.
Sally was filled with wonder, looking at herself as she wrapped her lips around Bill's prick. "I'm sucking his cock," she thought, "sucking his cock, and the hardness and the feeling and the way he moves and whispers-I like it!"
The huge, straining head of Bill's dick pressed against the side of her throat. Then Sally would pull back, holding his cockknob just inside her mouth, and wrap juicy circles of tongue-motion around it on the way back in.
Bill was moaning louder and his hands ran up and down Sally's naked waist, over the tight jeans covering her ass, and back up to those beautifully firm breasts. Sally felt him trying to force his fingers into the waistband of her pants, and she pressed her cuntmound against his head, grinding her pussy against him. He unsnapped her pants and pulled them from her round asscheeks.
Sally was no longer thinking of the newness of the experience of cocksucking. All her attention was riveted on Bill's cock and the hands that pressed her pantied asscheeks together and ground her cuntal area against his upturned face.
The spongy mass of Bill's cock swelled, stopped, and swelled again. Sally felt it grow and move in her mouth, so that her tongue had scarcely room to switch and swivel around the deliciously exciting ridge or dart in and out at the cum-slit. The swelling of the shaft and the thrusts of Bill's cockhead were no longer in her control, and Sally felt her head fucking and being fucked by Bill's steel-hard member. Her lips milked the shaft of the storming fuck-muscle. Her tongue pressed the knob, and a huge gout of thick fluid filled her mouth.
Sally swallowed quickly as a few drops jetted from the corner of her overloaded mouth. The viscous cum bathed her throat and tongue again as she heard Bill moaning his release. The fingers digging into her asscheeks slackened a little as she eagerly swallowed, trying to milk all the cum from Bill's still-pumping dick.
Coherence returned to Bill's voice as the last few drops oozed from the slit. Sally was disappointed that it had been so short, and she bathed a still-huge prickknob with her tongue. She felt Bill trying to withdraw his cock from hex mouth, and pulled away. A sticky trail of cum oozed from the comer of her mouth to her chin and she licked at it as she turned around to face her lover.
"I like that, honey," Sally smiled. "In fact, I love that. But, you know, I'm still horny. Could we really do it all the way today?"
"Ohmigod, yes, you wonderful little cocksucker.
You nearly sucked my balls dry, Sally, but I'm ready to fuck you half to death. Jesus! If I'd known how good you were, we would have been fucking a long time ago."
Sally laid in the hollow of Bill's arm, thinking of the sexy feeling of having her boyfriend shooting that wonderful stuff into her mouth, feeling the tension in her own loins. The feeling of rubbing her pussy against his head still tingled in her belly, and her asscheeks felt imprinted with the memory of his fingers. Her fingertips trailed along his chest and shoulder as Sally very deliberately moved so her breast would softly and heavily cover his ribcage.
She looked down at his cock. It didn't seem as stiff as when she'd been blowing him. In fact, it had started to curve to the side, and the shrunken, almost pointy, dickhead made her sad.
"Are you getting soft, honey?" she asked, disappointment in her voice. "What can I do to make you hard again? I want you to put that lovely cock of yours into me, Bill-I'm all wet and very, very ready to have you inside my pussy."
"There are lots of ways you can make me hard again, Sally," Bill smiled. "One of the best slow ways is for you to just lie there and let me look at you. You have the best-looking titties I've ever seen, and your skin looks like I could kiss chunks right off of you and gobble you up."
Sally squeezed one of her breasts toward him, opening her mouth wide and running her tongue-tip out the corner where his cum was beginning to dry on her face. The ovaled mouth brought a surge of blood to Bill's crotch and he put his hand on the cuntal swelling at the front of her panties. A very slight push from his hand rolled Sally onto her back.
The girl's knee was bent upward, the other leg straight, and her panties out-lined the shape of her pussy perfectly. Her heavy breasts had flattened of their own weight, the nipples pointing lewdly skyward. Sally felt a feathery touch as his hand sought to slip under the frilly elastic.
Sally could see her boyfriend's cock stiffen as he knelt over her sun-warmed body. The rolling elastic, as his fingers slid it off her hipbones, was like a straightedge of nerve-thrilling lust. Sally raised her hips and the silken band caressed the firm mounds of her assflesh as her dark-blonde cuntal hair came into view. She knew Bill was staring, tempting himself as she was tempting him, slowly drawing the panties down until her pussylips pouted redly before his eyes.
The slight breeze cooled her pussy as the panties slithered from her cuntal mound, and the trembling of Bill's fingers along her lithe thighs made her nipples crinkle. Sally heard his breathing quicken when her legs spread, further to help him discard the lacy scrap of material.
Sally was very pleased with herself, seeing the hunger in Bill's eyes, drawing her feet up and rocking her ass slowly in prick-tempting circles. She delighted in the feeling of the moist, mossy earth under her ass while she moved her cunt toward Bill's feasting eyes and away, toward and away. She reached up with sensual movements, wafting her arms toward this man who was about to give her the fucking that she'd awaited so long.
Bill moved in on his knees, stopping to caress the insides of her thighs. "Ready, darling?" he asked, reaching to gently finger her cuntal flesh.
"I-I think so, Bill. Go easy, honey." Sally caressed his shoulders as he lowered himself over her eager body.
There were two fingers gently spreading her cuntal lips, and the melting, flowing, wanting sensation was nearly unbearable. Sally felt the head of his cock pressing against her moist pussy and rolled her cuntmouth upward toward the pressure. The helping fingers were rubbing her pussylips up and down, spreading the slickness that covered them over the knob of Bill's cock. Wonderingly, Sally felt the size of the flaring wings of his sex knob, the slickness dewily spreading, and the milking sensation of the fingers around her clit. She knew she was gasping, trying by mental urging to open her cuntal channel to the hard intruder-his hot, welcome cock. There was an unfamiliar stretching under the glow of her heated clit, a stretching of wet cunt flesh around the blunt head of the cunt-pleaser that she was just beginning to enjoy.
Bill moved his fingers from her pussylips and put one squarely on her clit. A flash of hot joy shot through Sally and she squeezed down on his cockhead with her pussy. She began gently circling her hips and Bill replied with a corkscrew motion, moving his cock almost imperceptibly further into her cunt. The lube in her cunt was flowing more freely now, and she realized that her hominess before had been nothing compared to how much she wanted his dick in her pussy now.
Sally ignored the stretching pain and thrust her hips toward the base of Bill's penis harder and harder. Every time the meaty fuckshaft pressed further into her, the pull of virginal flesh against her clit seemed to send another tiny jet of cuntjuice flowing against the knob that had her cunt so tightly filled.
Bill's weight came firmly down on her titties. She felt the hard tips of her nipples trying to bore holes in his chest. The consuming hunger in her cuntflesh made her swivel and grunt and press against his cock until she almost feared it would break. Goddammit, git that pecker into me, she thought.
The couple were sweat-slicked in the little clearing, arms locked around each other, wiry-haired chest sliding on salty-wet tits, hungry cunt pressing desperately against straining dickmeat. Bill was grunting with painful frustration, still corkscrewing his dickhead against the stringent, juicy wall of Sally's cherry, when finally one side of his swiveling knob went into her cunt-channel. They both stopped and moaned, their writhing halted for a moment, but the pressure of cock against cunt continued.
Sally and Bill both sighed. Only the head of his meaty cock was inside her stretched pussy, but they relaxed, Sally feeling that the rest would be simple.
"Bill...." Sally breathed.
He raised his head and looked at her strained features, and lowered his mouth to kiss her. Sally opened her lips and felt her thighs relax from the driving fuck-pressure. As she savored his tongue, replying to this meshing of mouths with all the sensuous pleasure she'd used when sucking his cock, her pussy loosened and the rest of the knob of his meat slipped past the cunty ring of her stretching cherry.
As the deep, slippery kiss continued, Sally began rocking her hips in time to the strokes of his tongue, trying to inhale his prick with her pussy as she devoured his tongue with her mouth. The kissing loosened her cuntal walls and the juices, now mixed with her blood, flowed more and more freely, the breeze cooling the sweat on the two passionate bodies.
She felt the thick, strong cock begin to move around in her sex hole, moving back and forth, spreading her cuntal juices further up the walls, further down the stem of his member, until their bellies met and ground together, cunt-hairs and cock-hairs adding that scratching of wet-hot fuck flesh to the fullness in her cunt and the sweat-slippery male weight on her chest.
Now that Bill had his cock all the way into her pussy, they began long strokes, Sally caressing his knob with her cuntmouth despite the remaining pain, her hands fluttering along his torso. She stroked his back, his shoulders, put her hands on his ass and pulled all of that stiff bar of cockmeat into her cunt. She was happy, excited, and well-filled, wanting only to keep that wonderful, rising pleasure of her man's organ inside her. Sally felt as if her whole body was swallowing all of him, capturing his cock, milking it for all the intense horny pleasure it contained.
The steady rhythm of their fuck grew, deepened, and the cock in Sally's pussy seemed to double in size. She thought of the way Bill's knob had grown and stiffened just before he'd shot that thick mass of cum down her eager throat, and she tried to clench down on the stalk of his dick.
Her movements grew tenser, Bill's breath came harder, and suddenly her cunt seemed to wrap him, cock, balls, hips and all into its swampy, clasping heat. She felt their sliding fuckflesh melt together and everything else in the world receded while their cum filled the universe. There was barely enough of her mind left to marvel at the joy of fucking.
CHAPTER TWO
That had been eight months before, and Sally had thrown herself into fucking wholeheartedly. After the afternoon by the roadside, she had seized every opportunity for stealing time with Bill, until the night her father had her followed and confronted Bill and Sally with the photographs of the blowjob by the reservoir. He called it perversion-and statutory rape. He'd given Bill a choice, but when Sally hadn't wanted to marry him immediately, her father had blown up and called the cops.
The sunshine along the highway had improved Sally's frame of mind so much that she pulled over for the first hitchhiker she saw. "Hi! Where're you going?"
"L.A. Hey, have you ever seen the otters? Come here, they're playing right down there," he said, pointing.
Sally pulled off the road and trotted back onto the bridge where the young man was shading his eyes and pointing down. Half a dozen sleek brown bodies were gamboling around the rocks at the water's edge, swimming and sliding in contagious playfulness. Suddenly Sally shivered. It was cold in her sleeveless jersey. "Let's go," she urged. The hitchhiker put his pack into the back seat of the car.
"Where are you headed?" the hitchhiker asked. He was younger than Sally, and she felt comfortable with him.
"Bakersfield," Sally felt she had to explain, though she didn't know why. "I've been visiting my boyfriend at Soledad, and I thought I'd come this way to kind of unwind on the way home."
They rode on, chatting, pointing out scenery to each other, laughing about the odd human specimens driving past in other cars or standing by the roadside. The hitchhiker's name was Seth, and he had no preference of route on his way to L.A., so he stayed when Sally headed east below the Sur.
The sun grew hotter as Sally drove inland, and Seth took off his shirt. They crossed one highway, turned off under another, and were passing through a village at the junction when Sally suggested lunch.
"Sounds fine with me," Seth grinned. "Why don't we stop at a store and get something to drink? I've got plenty of food in my bag."
"There's a liquor store right next to that gas station. Why don't you go get us something while I fill up the car and take a quick leak?"
Seth came back to the car with a big grin and an even bigger brown paper bag. "All set, Sally. Do you prefer beer, soda, or champagne?"
"Champagne, I think. How much did all that cost? Let me give you some money for it," Sally said, reaching into her pocket.
"Oh, bullshit. If I couldn't afford it, I wouldn't buy it," he said, holding the wrist of the hand in her pocket. Seth's eyes widened quickly when Sally's body turned toward him at the touch. He released her wrist slowly, saying more softly, "It's okay, really. I can afford it."
They got into the car, Seth putting the liquor in the seat next to his pack. "You watch on that side for a good place to picnic, and I'll check this side. I'm really hungry all of a sudden," Sally said.
"Okay, Sally. I've got a lot of good stuff in the bag," the hitchhiker said, reaching with his fingertips to her shoulder. Sally smiled, moving her shoulder gently under his fingertips, realizing that she could have a man again-not that she didn't want Billy desperately, but....
Seth's fingers explored the tie of her halter and ran along the side of her breast. Sally was finding it harder to concentrate on the road, almost as hard as it had been when she was thinking of the first time she had blown Bill. The difference was that now there was a real man, sitting beside her and touching her.
Sally drew a deep breath and looked at Seth. "You aren't looking for a place!"
"I'm looking at you. I know. Why don't we eat in the car?"
"It's too cramped! I like room to spread everything...." Sally blushed, then shook her head. "Look ... there's a road on your side, and I bet it heads down by that little lake." She swung the car off to the side road, aware of the motion of her breasts in the small halter as. the car lurched and bumped over the potholes.
The weather was hot, but Sally was more aware of the heat in her pussy than anything else. Seth smiled at her, lowering his hand from her tits to her crotch while she negotiated the rutted track.
At the lake, Sally parked near a pair of boulders that shielded the car from the main highway. She looked wetly at Seth, licking her lips very slightly. "Let's don't bother with the food now, Seth," Sally pleaded.
"Sure, hon," he said, but he took the grocery bag as he walked to the rocks. "I thought you might like a little something for your throat, since it's so hot here."
They reached the shade of the boulders and sat down. "It is awfully hot. Maybe there's something to having a cold drink at hand," Sally said, looking calculatingly at Seth. She reached high over her head with both arms, stretching and showing off her breasts, knowing that her nipples were showing erect through the thin cloth.
Sally let her hands fall to the top of her head, then untied the knot at the nape of her neck. The overburdened halter dropped, revealing her magnificent breasts as she leaned back.
Seth's grin looked as if it would circle his head. He pulled himself nearer to Sally, handing her a paper cup. She took it, wondering aloud, "There's nothing in here."
Seth smiled and leaned over to take her naked torso into his arms.
Sally felt the warmth and wetness growing in her pussy again as Seth's mouth came against hers, his tongue forcing her lips apart. She coiled against him, lips clinging, and searched for the lump of his hard-on while his hand moved over her luscious tits.
Sally felt warm, horny, relieved and comforted all at once. What if she'd had to lead him further before he touched her? He was only her second man-and she'd been aching for any man for hours.
She felt his free hand undoing her belt, unsnapping her waistband, moving gently onto the upper tuft of her pussy hair. He plucked lightly at it, temptingly, and she arched her cunt upward toward his hand.
Sally hadn't realized until they'd stopped in the village how wearing the prison-forced abstinence, topped off by the horny gazes in the visiting area, had been on her. The lust of her healthy seventeen-year-old pussy needed satisfaction as much as did any pud-pounding man's aching crotch. Not, of course that Sally yet thought in those terms-all Sally knew was that she wanted a man, wanted the feeling that only a virile man could give her, and she knew that her whole body ached for the fucking that she'd been denied.
Sally's twitching fingers flew to Seth's crotch again, seeking the massive root that might still the hunger of her nubile snatch. He brushed her hands away. Sally sucked desperately at his tongue in the hope he'd take her quickly. She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper sliding, the clink of a belt buckle opening, and the whisper of heavy denim dropping.
Sally reached again-she wanted cock, his cock. Her entire cuntal area needed the feeling of enfolding his penis. Her titties needed the hungry warmth of a lover's mouth, the bruising action of lips and teeth and tongue. She whimpered-and he drew away.
"Hey, sweetheart, what's the trouble?" His strong hands circled her waist as Seth pulled away from her frantic kiss.
"Oh, Seth, oh, oh, darling, I need you-I need a man, a fuck. My only lover is in jail for fucking me, and I need your cock deep in me-right now! Please, please fuck me, Seth!" Sally's eyes were wide, they felt like saucers to her. The agony of need flashed from her pussy to her face, all in desperate need of this man's phallus entering her cunt.
"How bad is it, baby?" he husked. "Do you .need it bad? If it's bad enough, honey...."
"Oh, Seth, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me NOW!"
A hard hand landed on Sally's cunt and she knew that she'd aroused him, that he would take her the way she wanted, with a totally brutal fuck, the fuck that she'd cried out for, that was about to split her from navel to asshole.
Thoughts rang through Sally's fuck-fevered mind: What will he do? So kind, so funny, never made passes, now he's tearing at my pussy! What will HE do? Oh, God!
The rustling noise, the cunt-busting results intruded on her consciousness. The jingle of his pants dropping to the ground again hit her ears.
Then his mouth pulled away from her again. His hands dove to her belly, and an orgasmic twinge of cold struck her skin as Seth lifted the bottom band of her halter and slipped the knife under and captured her eyes with his and ... sliced the halter away.
Sally didn't know what to believe. The gentle, humorous man who'd shown her the otters at play, or the savage rapist who'd just slashed her clothing.
Despite her panic that almost drove the ache from her cunt, Sally still nodded when Seth, bearded, gentle, humorist Seth, the hitchhiker with the knowledge of etiquette, the stranger with the flames in his eyes, growled, "Are you sure?"
The nod, the need, the heartbreaking wanting, everything she'd seen and done that day, hadn't prepared Sally for the next few minutes, minutes that would stand out in her life.
Seth's eyes burned into hers despite the shade of the looming boulders. The nod, her assent to the fuck-terror that she'd solicited from him, wasn't enough.
Sally sensed rather than saw the knife blade in Seth's hand moving to her cuntal area.
Her panties, clinging wetly to her snatch, seemed a barrier against the hard, stiff dick that her fuck-starved box so desperately needed. A strong, determined hand played over her cunt. Cold steel pressed on her teenage skin followed by the sound of ripping, sliced fabric and the feel of welcome violation of her person as the razor-edged knife ripped the clothing away.
As the cloth gave way to his knife, her cunnie was beyond the control of her mind, switching from side to side, not sure whether it should present itself to the marauder or flee from the cock that was about to ruin it.
Her pants, the remnant that hadn't been slashed neatly through by his steely weapon, clung protectively to her, the remnants keeping her legs from the spread-eagle extension that Sally feared and craved.
"Open your fucking eyes, bitch!" he shouted, pulling back her head with the silken tresses she'd let down while tempting him. "I said, open your fucking cunty eyes!"
A slap fell on her cheekbones, snapping her head to the side. Sally pulled her head back to center, trying to focus on this ogre she'd begged for.
The blade of the knife was clenched between his teeth now, and the flame in his blue eyes scared the shit out of her. It reminded her of the eyes she'd seen at Christian revivals just before their owners had collapsed in frothing spasms on the floor.
Sally felt her pants ripped from her legs, and even her fear of this madman was not enough to keep her from wanting a dick as hard as the blade that had force-fucked her clothing away.
"Yeah, force-fucked-that's it, that's what I need," a part of Sally's mind said, calmly horny. "Oh, God, oh God, what in the world of my sweet, loving God is happening?" another part asked.
The question was resolved. Seth's cockhead met the mouth of Sally's cunt as his hand tore the lips of her snatch open. The stiff meat battered her loins as the throaty rasp fucked her ears, saying, "Open your eyes, cunt! Open your slutty fucking eyes!"
She saw the bearded pirate who'd destroyed her nightmares, the madman who'd wakened her, screaming, since sweet Billy went to jail for fucking her deliciously underage cunt. The terror she'd begged for and dreamed about was upon her, and the bulging cock of that terror was rending the guts of the cunt that hungered for it.
The raping fuckmeat split the cuntflesh that was so ready, a few moments before, to receive the staff. Sally opened her eyes again to enjoy the terror she'd longed for, to see the face of evil, knife in teeth.
She felt the throbbing rapedick swirling harshly in her box, and, knowing that her cunt had made her beg for the brutally machine-like fucking she was at long last getting, Sally softened. She smiled at the knife, but seeing that the smile gained her nothing, began to fight the cock that would surely have its way in her tender pussy.
Sally groaned, grunted, constricted her cunt, and felt the beginnings of a powerful cum swelling in her pussyflesh when the harsh fuckmeat found its rhythm in her box.
She felt whorish, but, again, Sally felt raped. The whorishncss came from her tempting Seth, and the raped feeling came from the savagery in the dickmeat that reamed at her cunt.
At seventeen, a knife-wielding maniac (?) forced himself into her, Sally didn't know where her ass, much less her head, was at. She needed a dick, but maybe her mouth had written a check her cunt couldn't cash.
Then the part of Sally that had begged for his cock set itself loose, and she found herself throwing her cunt at Seth's raging prick. Her juicy, bruised pussy clenched and tore at his cockshaft, the pubic bone banged upward against him, and Sally threw her arms around her attacker.
The fear had gone, but Sally threw herself into fulfilling her cunty hunger. The harsh strokes of their joined fuckflesh strengthened, pressed and withdrew the belly-contact. A deepening rhythm, no less powerful, no less frantic, joined their needs in the fucking match.
Sally knew that the man's hands gripped her asscheeks, felt the tatters of her pants waving on her ankles, and felt the powerful cunty chill of her orgasm approaching. Fingers clenched and spasmed on her teenage assflesh and Seth grew hard as a mountain where he covered her. One stiff, sharp, long-held fuckmotion between them, and the pair lay welded, petrified, until the ground-shaking cum-quake flooded her gripping, fevered, bruised cunt.
Sally had never known a gush of cum so huge-the waves running through Seth's dick throbbed against her already-twitching pussy-sphincter. Feeling the pulses of the prickshaft continuing, shooting, flowing in her snatch made her cum accelerate and peak again, going on long after Seth's cock lay still in the rippling cuntal channel.
Her eyes opened, her hands unclenched from his shoulders, and she saw Seth smile.
CHAPTER THREE
Sally's pussy was numbed by the monumental fuck. She smiled up at Seth, who'd taken the knife from his teeth, and her eyes melted with happy satiation. Gazing happily at him, Sally began to feel the press of his weight on her tits. Her arms uncircled from his shoulders. Feeling returned to her cuntal area as his thick, long, still-hard cock pulled slowly from her post-orgasmic grasp.
"My God, Seth! I've never been fucked like that in my whole life! I thought my pussy would burst!"
Suddenly the barely-shrunken dickhead popped out of her wet snatch, and Sally felt a thick river of cum flowing into her ass-cleft and over the sweating cheeks. The hot spunk cooled and thickened as it pooled under her ass, and Seth rolled off her flushed breasts.
"That's every hitchhiker's dream, honey ... having a pretty girl pick him up and try to fuck his dick off. And you are a goddam pretty girl, and one hell of a good fuck."
Sally moved into the hollow of Seth's shoulder, letting the slight breeze play on her wet cuntal hair, cooling the overheated mound. Keeping one knee high, she rolled into his arms, crotch open, heavy tits rubbing his chest. "Oh, baby, sweet fucking baby...." she cooed, reaching a hand down to toy with his dick. "I really needed that ... that ... ohh, that screw."
"Are you in a hurry to get back to Bakersfield, baby? If you've got time, we could stay here a while after lunch." Seth straightened to a sitting position and leaned against the boulder, pulling the bag over with one hand, cuppjng her large, firm breast with the other.
Instead of answering, Sally rose then leaned more heavily into his chest and smiled. She looked down at the tatters of her pants and blushed, realizing that she was bare-ass naked with a man she'd only met a few hours before she'd begged him to fuck her. With a slow, cat-like motion, Sally drew up her foot and shucked the material from one ankle, then the other. "I could stay here all day, Seth-I don't have to be anywhere till day after tomorrow." She paused, thinking of going back to her father's house. "Even then, I'm in no hurry."
"Fantastic! Let's have a quick swim before lunch then, and we'll see just what we're gonna do. I should be in L.A. Tuesday, but there's nothing there that can't wait." He stood, waggling his cock before reaching to help Sally up. "Goddam, lady, you have the best-looking body I've ever seen. What in the hell are you doing unattached?" Seeing her frown, Seth quickly added, "Never mind-we're both just glad you're here, eh?"
Sally shook off the twinge that the thought of her Bill had brought, and took the proffered hand. Swinging up on the pull, she felt the sensual play of all her muscles and the quick warmth of sunshine on her youthful breasts. As they walked toward the pond's edge, the slippery mass of cum that oozed from her pussy made Sally rub her thighs together, savoring the memory of her orgasm and the new calmness that had overtaken her. She began to hum as they waded into the water, gasping at the clean chill before diving full length along the surface.
She knew that Seth was watching her asscheeks winking while she stroked out into the pond, and she rolled to show the breasts she was so proud of. An almost possessive smile ran across his face as the creamy globes broke the surface of the water, and Sally purred to herself. She had captivated this man and the feeling pleased her, pleased her more than all the many weeks of hurried, clandestine fucking with her first lover had. She turned again and jackknifed herself toward the bottom of the pond.
Seth stood knee-deep in the water, watching the young girl's sensual enjoyment of the water's caresses, watching the creamy skin glint wetly in the sun, the mirror-bits of water framing that firm ass and the cuntal bush she exposed to him in tantalizing flashes. He waded out further and swam to where the lewd young water-nymph gamboled, slipping underwater to glide against her belly as she swam. The cool water and the hot, dry air of the sun-baked inland valley refreshed them both, and the clean, fresh motions of the underwater touches made his mind swell as much with joy as his cock was swelling with prideful power.
After a few more minutes of slippery loveplay, Sally felt the gnawing of hunger return to her belly. "Honey, what about that lunch now?" she asked. "I'm all washed up," with a giggle.
"Yeah," Seth replied, "that delightful pussy of yours sure burns up my calories. Let's get out and eat."
Sally threw her hair out of her eyes as they waded out of the pond. She put her arm around Seth's waist and their hips rubbed in the noonday warmth on the way to the car. She couldn't help a feeling of amazed pride at the sight of Seth's half-hard but still-massive member. Bill's cock hadn't been so large, nor had Bill ever made her come so strongly.
Seth reached into the car and got his pack out. "Hey, Sally, what are you doing? You don't need to get dressed-nobody's gonna bother us," he said as she flicked the snaps of her suitcase.
"I just don't want a sunburn," she said, pulling one garment after another out, rejecting them all in favor of a satiny-looking minidress. The shimmery fabric caught slightly on the few wet spots that remained on her skin, and she wriggled the skirt down over her hips to mid-thigh. She deliberately picked up a pair of panties, looked at Seth, and threw them back into the suitcase. The smile that crossed his face made her breath catch and her pond-cleaned pussy moisten in lewd anticipation.
Sally turned and led the way back to the boulders, letting her ass sway sensuously. The horniness that had built up in the months she'd not had Bill's cock was moving in her loins again.
Seth pulled a large, threadbare towel out of the pack, spreading it on the ground and motioning for Sally to seat herself. He began drawing bread, meats, and cheeses out of the heavy bag. Sally gathered the two cups they'd had and he opened the champagne, putting the bottle against the bag of ice from the store. "No reason not to be civilized, wot?" he said. "Pity I forgot to pack the crystal goblets."
"Yes, 'tis a shame, dahling, but one must make do when pioneering. Your tux is most becoming, Professor," she drawled, nodding at his pussy-pleasing cock. She sat with her legs to the side, squeezing her pussy lips together with her thighs while she spoke.
They ate in smiling silence for a while. When Sally first tasted the champagne, she didn't know quite what to think of the slightly, fruity, acidic taste, but she found herself enjoying it more and more while she nibbled at the meal.
Strange thoughts, but very comfortable ones, moved through her mind. She hadn't fucked Bill until she felt as comfortable with him, knowing him for months, as she felt with this man she'd picked up only this morning. There was no sign of the fearsome figure who'd slashed her clothes off less than an hour before, though the naked man was slicing fruits and cheese with the same knife. The kindness she'd sensed while they drove through Big Sur still seemed to be a part of his nature, and she didn't understand how that kindness meshed with the power and strength of his fucking.
She was sun-warmed and pleasantly full, and the champagne had opened her senses to the comforting sounds of the pond and the field round it.
Seth looked at her and gestured at the food between them on the towel. She shook her head slightly and he began putting it back into the containers, then into his pack. He folded up his knife, then threw it onto his pants, still laying where he'd dropped them. "Would you like another drink, Sally?" He filled his cup, then hers, dropping an ice cube into his own. 'barbarous, I know, but you'll learn to like it," he said, moving to recline alongside her. The naked man took a sip of his champagne and came to kiss her full on the lips.
Sally languorously let her lips open to his tongue and tasted the wine as it trickled to her throat. Her mouth became the focus of her attention as his coolness aroused the warmth of the eroticised tissues.
Sally enjoyed her choice of the little dress as his hand caressed the slippery fabric covering her sleekly firm bottom. The shining cloth, cut to make the most of her spectacular cleavage, thrilled her nipples harshly as they erected in response to his kiss. She pressed her loins against his stiffening member, feeling the imprint of its husky shape against her belly, 'sliding her center against the ball-heavy base of the shaft.
She felt his hand pressing the smooth cloth against the mouth of her pussy, the thumb still kneading her smooth asscheek while her cuntal juices warmed at his touch. The slow rubbing of her clitoral area against his cockshaft increased in pressure, and her lips tried to enfold his mouth.
Seth pulled back from the kiss, their mouths as slippery as seals from the tongue-wrestling that quickened Sally's breathing. "Hold on a second, Sally," he breathed, moving the shoulder of her dress down to expose her breast. The cantaloupe-sized mound stood out in its milky-white contrast to the tanned area around it, the red-tipped aureole begged to be tongued, and Sally's breath hissed in as his fingertips first touched, then rolled the sensitive little knob from side to side. Her breast felt cherished by the hand that cupped it and the fingers that glided around and over it, drawing all the nerves to stand in thrilled rows at the surface of her soft skin.
The intensity of the response to his touch on her tittie made Sally move her pussymound back from Seth's hard dick, and her hand stole down to begin gently milking up and down on the thick shaft. The heat of his cockstem warmed her hand, and her palm felt like a little mouth as it kissed up and down the sides of the wand.
Seth pulled her to a half-sitting position, taking the other shoulder strap down. Sally felt like a calendar picture, a South Seas portrait, with her heavy breasts bared and upthrust at the man whose touch was inflaming her. She put both hands on his cock now, caressing the rod lightly as she cupped and squeezed his balls. The fingertips that now ran along the sides of her breasts sent chills to her cunt and made her nipples ache.
Sally stood, slipping the tiny dress over her flaring hips and stepping out of it. She saw Seth take a sip of his drink before rising to his knees, placing his arms around the back of her thighs. The chill of the hand that had been holding the cup was a shock to the warm globe of her asscheek, but the cool shock made her cunnie contract with need.
She looked down at his face, proud of the air-dried fullness of her blonde thatch, glad it had spread so light and lush without her panties flattening it to wiriness. As his hands slid softly over her ass, Sally realized that Seth was moving in to kiss her pussy. She was at once repelled and curious about the notion, having never had a mouth on her snatch. When her cunt hair felt his lips plucking at it, stretching gently on her mound,' she hummed a little moan through her slackening lips.
She felt his lips kiss the cuntal lips over her hard clit. When Seth began to knead the soft pussyflesh with his kiss, Sally moved her feet apart on the towel, and when the sudden dart of his ice-chilled tongue flashed across the tip of her clit, her knees nearly buckled.
Seth's hand dug harder into her ass, keeping her standing with her cunt before his face. When her knees spread further, he began long, thrilling licks from her cuntmouth to her clit, a slippery-good feeling that amazed the young girl.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, why didn't Billy ever kiss me like that?" she thought. "That's the nicest feeling on my pussy!"
Sally began whimpering with the sheer cunty pleasure, knees bending, legs feeling too weak to support her. Seth laid her gently down on the towel, and she raised her knees to let his face come deeper into the burning pleasure-zone that was her pussy. His tongue began diving into her cuntmouth and Sally felt the wet channel spasming around it.
Suddenly a finger, then two, slipped into her pussy, and it felt as if Seth had sucked her pussylips and clit into his mouth, where he was half-roughly gnawing and tonguing the puffy cuntflesh. Her hips were bouncing uncontrollably as the fingers wiggled, stretching the ring of fuck-muscle inside her hole. The meaty feeling of having her whole snatch chewed and licked, sucked into one juicy, incredibly sensitive wad, pushed her into a heart-stopping orgasm, her sphincter clutching, almost crushing the moving fingers, while her ass rocked in lusty abandon.
Sally wanted that face to tear her pussy apart, wanted her cuntmouth to open to juicily swallow all of Seth's head. She heard a voice moaning, "Stop, stop, oh, fuck, please stop," and wondered where it came from. When the feeling in her pussy slackened for a minute, when the wad of cuntflesh was feeling the long, hard, slippery licks along the whole length of her slit again, she realized that the moaning was hers.
"Oh, God, oh please God, Seth, please kiss my pussy, oh please eat me, please!" Sally moaned as the orgasm subsided. She knew that he'd withdrawn the fingers from her cuntal opening, and that the gentle lapping over the edges of her pussylips was in answer to her unconscious pleading.
She had come every time Bill had fucked her, and she had come a little sometimes when he fingered her pussy, but no man had ever eaten her before. Bill had never given her a cum as strong as the release Seth had jammed into her starving cunt that day with his thick, stiff fuckmeat, and never had the feelings in her pussy been as strong and clear as when that mouth and tongue licked and sucked every sensitive part of her nerve-filled mound. Sally was panting and groaning and twitching inside even when Seth pulled his mouth away from her cunt, lying spread-eagle on the ground, amazed that her cunnie could feel anything so goddam intensely.
"Omigod, Seth! What in holy fuck did you do to me?" Sally asked as he moved up to lie alongside her. "It seemed like my pussy was about to fly off and suck your whole head in!"
"You liked that, hey? Baby, I loved it. You have the prettiest, juiciest pussy I've ever seen-your cuntlips are perfectly formed, the way they swell up and around your clit, that beautiful curve down to your hole, the hair I can barely see the pink of your little slit through ... damn, but that's nice."
Sally threw her leg over Seth's as she rolled into his arms, filled with a hot, lewd gratitude that she'd never known before. The feeling of her titties mashing against his chest, his arms around her, and the wet cleft of her freshly-tongued pussy all made her feel like a goddess in the clouds. She began seeking his dickhead with her pussy, rubbing the cunt-flesh against the powerful shaft that stood like an iron bar between her tensing thighs.
"Seth, honey," she breathed, "I've got to have your cock inside of me. Nobody ever made me cum like that, and I want to have you feel how much my pussy loves your tongue." She felt his hands caressing her back, her ribs, gliding down to stroke her buttocks as her dewy cleft sought that wand of hard meat.
The cockhead reached the edges of her rectum and slid over her cuntmouth as she grew hotter again. She finally moved on top of him, pushing him onto his back, and Sally poised herself, knees astride his hips, to slide her lust-greased pussy down along the long, thick cock. "Yes," hissed Seth, "yes, fuck me, baby, fuck me good."
At first the dickhead wouldn't go in, slipping past her starving hole and thrilling her clit as she tried to lower herself onto it. She rubbed her snatch along the backside of his meat, groaning as the pole slithered between the petals of her pussy and rubbed long and hard over her clit. The little fuck-button was extending itself further, opening the cuntal slit from within as it sought the long fleshy kiss of Seth's phallus.
The mouth of her cunt was wetting more as the clitoral action increased, feeling the pull of the lips along the sides of his dick. She ground the eager maw against him, huge, firm tits hanging over his face. Seth reached up and pulled at them with his strong hands, cupping his palms over the aroused nipples and molding the soft girlflesh into ecstatic masses of lust.
Sally leaned forward further, pressing her breasts into his hands, bringing her firm asscheeks up into the air. Her pussy lifted from his cock and she reached under her sweating belly to pull the fuck-muscle erect.
Guiding the cockhead with one hand, Sally's ass moved in sensual arcs and circles as she parted her cuntflesh for the dick she so much wanted buried in her. Panting, she guided his rod to her held-open cleft and settled slowly down onto the bulging knob. The stretching at her cuntal sphincter almost made her cum again, before the cockhead was even well into her satiny-moist channel.
Seth rocked his hips upward and lay still, knowing that Sally wanted control of this coupling, knowing that she would ride him until he utterly lost control. She was deliberately, slowly, sensuously clasping and loosening her cuntwalls, slipping down on his root fraction by fraction.
Savoring the further stiffening she could feel in his cock, Sally began to rock back and forth, ever so slightly, as she continued the slow, dick-milking slide down onto what felt like a tower of hot steel. She felt the tensing, felt Seth's hands move to cup her buttocks, knew that his quickened breathing meant that she was pleasing him.
The fullness in her pussy was growing as the downward-rocking motions continued. She began to move her loins in circles, responding to the pressure of Seth's fingertips on her ass. Almost all of his cock was in her pussy-channel now, and the angle pressed the head against the inside of her belly, making Sally feel as if her pussy were being stretched up to her ribcage. She moaned as she took the last part of his cock into her cunt, settling over him, grinding her clit into the arch of his pubic bone.
His hands were running over her back, his mouth took first one nipple and then the other, and Sally shook with the approach of her orgasm. Seth drew his legs up and the touch of his thighs against her asscheeks set her off, cuntal walls squeezing and releasing uncontrollably around his prickshaft, pelvis circling, grinding her clit against him, and a long-drawn moan coming from her lips.
Sally's back arched, her Fingers dug into his shoulders, and her fuck-motions stopped as she locked her pussy around his cock and shook all over. She knew she was wringing every possible sensation from the cocksman lying supine under her, and the gritting of her teeth matched the spasmodic stiffness of he body for what seemed like half an hour.
The pulses slowed, the soul-racked immensity of her climax receded, and she began the winding-down movements of gender fucking as she came down the other side.
Seth began moving within her still-writhing channel now. His cock had been an iron bar impaling her while the mind-eclipsing orgasm had been at its strongest, and now the iron moved along with the tapering-off rocking of Sally's cuntal flesh.
She began talking again. "Did you feel that? My God, Seth! Is it always like that when the woman's on top? I thought I'd die when I finally got all of your cock inside me. Ohh, GOD!"
"I never saw or felt anybody cum so strongly, honey. You're really something else! You ride my cock so goddam sexily, I hardly know what to do!" Seth pulled her down to his face and kissed her strongly and deeply, wrapping her securely in his arms.
Sally let her legs extend alongside his, lying flat along him now, making happy, gentle circles on his cock with her still-aroused pussy. On top of this wonderful fuck-partner, pussy full of his strong dick, Sally was filled with a joy in her body and mind, a joy that let her drive her tongue lovingly and lustfully deep into Seth's mouth, relishing his surprise and acceptance, tasting her own pussy juices, and getting the warm closeness of their fuck-feeling within her mouth.
Her tongue stayed aggressively in his mouth as Seth's hands pulled her down onto his cock, the firm asscheeks rippling with the rocking motions Sally wrapped around the stiff meat. She felt the fingers kneading her buttocks, opening and closing the tight cleavage of her nubile young ass, and responded by tempting him even more, rocking the smooth globes upward, stretching at his cock with her pussy, and moving her thighs along his outstretched legs.
She brought her knees up, frogstyle, wanting to kneel over his loins again, wanting Seth to touch and suck and admire her pretty tits as she ground away at the length of hot manhood that so deliciously filled her cunnie. "Yes," she heard him say, "yes, like that...."
Sally felt more in control, even more eager to please him, when she rose to her knees, taunting his now-moving cock by nearly backing off of it before gliding back down, slowly enfolding, swallowing up the pillar of flesh that delighted her so.
She began circling and rocking on the fulcrum of his cock, making his glans search out every corner of the deepest parts of the velvet, cuntal channel. The sound of his deepened breathing made her even hotter, and she twisted her shoulders to and fro, feeling the pull of her heavy, sensitive breasts as they swayed before his appreciative eyes.
Seth raised his head again and buried his face in her cleavage, his large, strong hands pressing the firm masses of her bosom against his eyes and cheekbones. Sally felt the contours of his face, the kneading of his hands, and began a slow, strong orgasm that quickened the rhythm of her hips. Her cuntfiesh rippled and rubbed, the walls urging Seth's pent-up spunk toward the tip of his dick. Her pussy was moving with a compelling beat now, clit grinding against the base of his belly, and Sally began moaning as the fuck-sweat poured from her soft skin.
As the rhythm grew more solid, more fluid, Seth's hands fell from her breasts, his head rolled back, and Sally was lifted by the arching of his back. Riding his upthrust, rocking hips, she leaned backward, arching, feeling his cockhead pressing against the front of her belly. Moving, rolling, pussy sliding on his shaft, the near-painful feeling of pressure at her waist made Sally reach downward. Her hands met the bulge of his cockhead, distending her belly. The stretching feeling, the pressure of his fuckstrokes, the continual building of her cum all sent her further up, rocking and moaning as Seth finally shot off inside her cock-milking pussy. The pounding rhythm of his dick inside her pussy made her breath come in gasps. Sally bent over, clutching her breasts as Seth's cum filled her pussy. The flowing semen leaked from her cuntal opening with his pistoning strokes, greasing the hard arch her clit was grinding against, and Sally fell slowly, twitching, moaning, still coming, onto the now-limp body of her new lover.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was several minutes before either of them could move. The breeze cooled the sweat on Sally's back and her naked buttocks, drying the lovejuices in her crotch. Seth's hand rested on her back, limply covering her when she stirred. When she opened her eyes, Sally sniffed at the erotic remnants of lust-sweat and pussy-musk that clung in the shade of the boulders. She felt worn out, completely spent, from the afternoon of delicious fucking. She couldn't remember having ever been so happy, or so tired.
Seth's cock was beginning to shrink within her clenched pussy when she finally lifted herself onto her elbows. Her breasts still hung down to his chest, but the wind could now move between and around them, cooling the flushed mounds. She didn't want to rise any further just then, hoping to keep contact with him as long as possible.
"Hello, baby." Seth had opened his eyes, smiling up at her. "That was nice. You have got to be the very most talented lover in the world."
Sally glowed at his words. She smiled languidly back at him and said, "It's all done with mirrors, you know." She laughed at the look of amazement that flew across his face, then, "Uh-oh! I'm sorry, honey," as his cock spurted out of her pussy. "I wanted to keep you inside me longer."
"Oh, it'll get longer again, Sally. Maybe not all the rest of the week, but it will get longer." He laid both arms around Sally's torso and pulled her down again with a hug. She marveled for the dozenth time that day at how much she loved feeling her breasts flattened against his chest.
Seth released her and Sally rolled off, feeling the cum flowing thickly from her pussy as she sat up. "Maybe I won't go back to Bakersfield at all," she smiled. "Maybe I'll stay here by the pond and live out of your pack."
"That's funny. I was just thinking about not bothering to go to L.A. Trouble is, my pack will be empty after a couple more meals. Sure sounds like a good idea, though."
Sally's face fell a bit and she turned to reach for her dress. She began to think of going back to her father's house, living alone among her family in Bakersfield, and wished that there were a way out of her situation. Sure, she was going to live in L.A. in the fall when she started college, but the next ten weeks looked bleak. She'd just met this lovely man, had a whole day just being herself, on the loose, getting the fucking she'd been missing so long.
She slipped the dress over her head again and zipped it. The feeling she'd had when she heard about Bill's sentence, the depression, the undirected anger, began to fill her again.
Sally turned back to Seth. He rose, came to hold her, saying, "Hey, sweet Sally, what's wrong? You don't want to go home, is that it?" She put her wrists in front of her breasts and the naked young man held her. "Maybe you won't have to go, honey. You can stay at our place, my friends's and mine, or with some people I know in the Valley if you want. In fact, one of my roommates knows about a girl who quit her job, and you could probably have it if we get to town before day after tomorrow."
Sally looked up into his face, brow furrowed. "Really, Seth? I mean, could I really?" Her expression, she knew, was almost pleading, but Sally wanted so much to stay close to her new day's new lover, to get away from her family, that even without the kindness Seth had shown her, she would have taken almost any offer immediately.
"Of course, honey. I'm not bullshittin' you-I'd like for you to be near me, get away from whatever brings you down in Bakersfield. Look, if you don't want to go home, I'm sure David and Roz would put you up."
"Hurray! Oh, Seth, I'm so happy!" Sally leapt to kiss him, throwing her arms around his neck, laughing.
"Hey, take it easy, honey! You're getting cum all over your dress!" He picked her up by the armpits and swung her into the air. "Oof! You're no featherweight, sweetheart, but I love to carry you."
"Don't worry about the cumspots, Seth-I may never wash them out. With the way you carry me, I'm hoping to have spots of you ail over everything I own!" She ecstatically kissed him over and over again, stopping only to laugh delightedly as she thought of at last leaving Daddy's house.
While Seth was dressing, Sally grew more sober, knowing that her father would resist her leaving home, especially with a man-after all, look what had happened to poor Bill. She had some clothes in the car, of course, but what about the rest of her things? There was obviously no way that her father would let her take all her stuff out of the house, especially with a man who'd apparently been fucking her half to death.
"Shall we, Sally?" The voice broke her reverie. Seth had picked up his pack and the brown bag and was standing in front of her.
"Seth?"
"What is it, Sally?"
"I don't know. I don't think my father will let me move out, and I won't be eighteen for another month. Oh, Seth, I want so much to leave him, but I know he won't let me. What can we do?" Sally was about to weep when she thought of what might happen to the second man she'd loved in her life.
"Now, Sally, don't worry. There are ways out of that. He can't keep you if you want badly enough to leave. We'll go straight to L.A. and work it out. Do you have any money?"
Sally wondered what he wanted to know about money for. She began to doubt her judgment about this man-after all, she'd only known him a few hours. "A little bit, Seth. Why?"
"Hey, relax! I see that worry in your pretty eyes. You need money to get away from your father, and if you don't have enough I'll give you what you need. The only reason it should be your money is so he can't say I was buying your body or any of that bullshit. There have been fathers who'd get pissed off enough at their daughters to accuse them of whoring, even in court. Now listen ... if you're self-supporting, have a job, and live away from home, you're old enough to be an emancipated minor. You only have to stay out a month and then he can't hassle you, right? If you have this job that Roz can line up for you, and show a rent receipt for a room, like maybe at their place, and have the bucks to eat, then you have it made, Sally. We don't even have to go to Bakersfield until the paperwork and bullshit is straightened out. We'll just go straight down to L.A., you can call your pop, and tell him that you'll be home like next Monday or Tuesday night.
Will he go for that?"
"Y-yes, I think so-he might shout on the phone, but he can't stop me from sixty miles away." Sally sighed with relief, then said, "Please hold me for a minute, Seth. All this is hard to take in so quickly. I really need you to hold me."
Sally stood, shoulders slumped, waiting hopefully for the assurance she'd found this day in his arms. When the arms circled her at last, she almost fell against him with relief. It seemed like everything, all the fucked-up mess she'd been in since Billy went to jail, was going to be straightened out at last. "Let's go to L.A., honey."
As Sally and Seth got into the car and headed south, David and Roz (short for Rosamund) were playing one of their favorite fuck-games. David, a slight, blond man, was snapping the leather cuffs to Roz' wrists, the wide, padded bands that were attached to the massive chains running to the top of the headboard of their bed. The leg cuffs were already in place and she lay spread-eagled on the satin sheets of the huge bed, berry-brown skin setting off the strikingly pale bikini strips where the sun had not touched her tits and cuntal area.
Roz was beautiful, beautiful in every way. The large nipples stood nearly an inch-and-a-half up from her apple-hard breasts, breasts whose small, firm roundness begged for the covering touch of a man's hand, the coarse gnawing of his teeth. When she was stretched helpless, as she was now, the softness of her womanly flesh stretched back to show the symmetry of her ribs, the doubly-domed curve of her perfectly-muscled belly. The sharp tuck of her waist flowed into the vase-like swelling of her full hips, the erotic curve accented by the strip of untanned, almost ivory skin. Full thighs, the muscles showing sleekly in the wide-strewn posture the chains forced on her, matched the inviting taper of her calves, the high-arched feet, the lines marred only by the thick bands that held her ankles stretched wide.
The yellow satin of the sheets glistened under Roz as David closed the thick curtains and lit the two candles in the phallic sockets on the bedposts. She smiled up at him, not knowing how he would take her, but knowing that the way he was planning today would wring her pussy to the point of exhaustion, make her cuntal glands flow till she was ready to collapse entirely against the chains.
"David, dear David, I love you," Roz said, feeling the glowing truth of her statement throughout her body. Whatever happened in their bedroom-or anywhere in their huge house-Roz knew that her David could, ultimately, be trusted. Trusted how? she thought. He wouldn't release her for screaming, unless she really meant it; he wouldn't leave marks for anyone to see, and he would never keep her from her other affairs.
She kept her eyes on him, of course, as he moved about the room, opening small doors, bringing out devices and potions. Roz wanted an idea of what was going to happen to her, a hint before the lusty pleasures swept through her pussy and drove her conscious mind away.
There had been the time, of course, that David had showed the stag movies of two women and a man sucking and fucking one another while he had her suck his cock, and the time that dreadful bottled-water salesman had barged in (David had left the door unlocked, and the next thing they knew, some bug-eyed old creep wanted to know where they wanted five gallons of distilled!) After those episodes, she felt that she should try to find out what her man had in mind, but this afternoon all she knew was his humming and the cunt-chilling sounds of doors and cupboards opening.
At last Roz saw David, nude but for a red-and-black cape hung from his shoulders. His hard-on loomed over her as he began greasing her midriff with a cool solid that melted into fluid, erotic warmth as he worked it into her skin.
The chilling warmth spread as the hand-circles on her belly increased in size. Roz knew the feeling of the love-oil, but the only time they'd used it before she'd not been tied down to the bed. Wondering about what was going to happen had both her asshole and her cuntmouth puckering, delightedly half-fearing the next motions of freewheeling lustiness.
The slickness was rubbed next between her breasts, around, not quite onto the nipples that hardened in anticipation of the calluses and oil that might run over their sensitive tips. Over her shoulders, through the so-sensitive, close-shaved armpits, then David reversed his direction.
Her calves felt the slickness next, David kneeling like a Moslem at prayer, stretching his arms to rub the ankles and feet, his stiff cock hanging temptingly just above her face. He moved down, the wrinkled sac in her full view, and the slickened caresses made her lips ache for that root to press between them. Her toes curled involuntarily when his greased fingers slid between and over them, coating them with that oil that was as slippery as spit, as warm as fresh cum.
Suddenly the hairy ball-sac swung out of view, and Roz heard the clicking sound of the chain ratchet. Every part of her exposed body, save only her cunt and the sensitive, aching nipples, had been greased with the fluid, the warming oil that had come from one of the bedroom cupboards.
Her arms and feet felt the pull first, then her shoulders rose from the bed. Roz heard David panting as he cranked the chain-holders up, up, dragging her back, her legs, her ass clear of the bed.
When she was completely suspended above the sheets, Roz strained her neck to look around, and saw David discard his cape. Her ass hung a foot off the bed, the air circulated around her, and she felt the warming oil being rubbed on her thighs.
The callused hands rubbed the grease into the back of her thighs, softly clawed the sensual area at the back of her knees, and worked back up to her muscular ass.
Roz felt her cum beginning to build, hanging in midair, hands mauling and lubricating her asscheeks, and her head fell back. When she began to rock in the chains, trying to force her buttocks against the hard-skinned, greasy hands, David thrust a finger up the length of her snatch-cleft from behind.
Roz quaked with her first, small orgasm when the finger touched her clit. The little fuck-button had been ready, stiff, erected for a touch since David had opened and secured her legs. She made growling noises deep in her throat and bucked when the greasy finger slipped into her cunthole. David's other hand was roaming over her belly, through the thatch of her pussy, keeping the little release moving.
She'd half-anticipated the looming of his cockhead when he'd started her cum off, but Roz felt a huge relief when the cock slipped into her opened mouth. She tongued the glans, wanting to feel it rammed deep into her throat, keeping her head lolled back, waiting to feel the meaty fuckshaft stretching the rigid cartilage of her throat.
Roz wanted her man to assault her mouth, forcefully fuck his dick deep into her throat, and her ass swung away from his caressing hand as she tried to gobble the length of his turgid meat into her face. Hotter and hotter, her mind and mouth inflamed her cuntal hunger by lusting for the stiff brutality of David's cock plunging in and out of her throat.
Roz nearly wept when David pulled the spit-slicked cock from her mouth; nearly wept with frustration at losing the hard pulses of his cum that she'd almost felt beginning. Roz knew the signs of David's impending cockspew; in the last few years, she'd come to know and enjoy the tense stiffness, the throbbing in her cunt, in her mouth, and in her wide-stretched asshole.
Before the hot tears of frustration had time to squeeze out of her eyes, Roz felt the rapid thrumming of a vibrator on her asshole. The buzzing dildo ran around her puckered rectum, moving over the small, wet area of skin between, and began to enter her still-tensed cunt.
David laid it lengthwise along her more-than-ready slash, rocking it from her stiff clit to her spasming asshole, the whole fuckzone pre-greased with the body-warming oil as well as Roz' heavy-flowing cuntal juices. She rocked and twisted her hips, trying to press her crotch harder against the tingling motor.
The blunt-pointed device went lengthwise along her slit, then Roz felt the tip circle her tensed slit. She gasped, marveling at her swelling cuntal sensations. Suspended over the bed, Roz jerked, pulling herself back and forth against her cuffs, knees bending, arms straightening, as her orgasm began.
The feeling in her pussy, the ache to be filled, made her loins stiffen, her cuntal juices flow, as David's hand kneaded her greased titties harshly. Her head hung back and Roz' throat rasped out lewd entreaties, begging her man to enter her.
"Oh, David, oh, shit, you sonafabitch, fuck me, please fuck me! I need to have your cock again, need it so fucking bad ... please fuck me, baby ... ohhh, please!"
Her head moved up and she saw David, naked now, kneeling between her knees. The dildo was running up and down the sides of her pussy lips, pushing her softly-swollen flesh back and forth across her clit. The hand that had greased her smooth, small, hard tits was kneading her flesh, running over her dark-tanned belly, finally disappearing under her snatch.
Roz kept looking, mouth open, lips wet, pleading with David. She knew that the sight and the sounds of her frenzy charged his balls with cum, and she kept mouthing the phrases that had always gotten them both hotter.
"Please, please, baby, I need you to fuck me! I don't care how, I heed to feel your cock inside me, anywhere inside me! Fuck my asshole, let me suck your dick, anything! I need your dick, I need that cockjuice, I want to smear your cum all over me! Give me your cock, you hot, hot fucker!"
She looked past the shocking white band of her untanned titties, the long nipples, down to the brownness of her belly. David's head was sinking toward the heavy thatch of her cuntal hair, the pussy hair that her paleness framed, the bikini patch that made her sweetly wide hips look even more juicily rideable. His lips captured her labia just as his hands separated her asscheeks, and the juicy gnawing around her clitmound made all her fuckzone spread wide as the dildo shuddered its way up her ass.
Roz didn't know what was happening, just that her asshole was full of a buzzing hardness and her cunt was squirting juices that ran over the plunging dildo. She was suspended, tied helpless, needing his cock, babbling with lust.
The gnawing at her pussy stopped and fingers opened her wetly-swollen cuntlips. Roz groaned with relief as she felt the heat of David's cockhead against her fuckhole. At last he would cover her, come sliding into her pussy with that beautiful dick. The head moved against her moving sphincter, pressing past the muscular, well-practiced ring of her cuntmouth. She felt his thumb on her clit, fingers rocking on her lower belly in time to the constant, steady rocking of the cum she'd been gripped by for what seemed like hours.
The dildo still moved in her ass, going slowly in and out while the rotating motions of David's hips screwed his cockmeat deeper into her fevered cunt. The channel was stretching around his dick, making her feel the tightening of her asshole around the vibrator more and more intensely.
Roz settled down to the motions of the fuck. David's rhythm with the dildo countered his cock-motions, both keeping her fuckholes filled. Her buttocks felt his hand, his thighs as he knelt below her suspended crotch. Her belly rippled as she curled her loins up to his prickthrusts, backward to the ass-fuck.
A daze of panting, feeling, clenching satiation settled over her. Roz knew she could keep coming, building up, slowing down, squeezing and rocking on the sensations of the dual fuck, for a long time yet. She had stopped cursing, pleading, settling into hoarse gasps and moans of cunty fervor.
She began the joyful task of milking at David's cock, trying to work him to the stage of pre-cum tenseness that would push them both over the edge. Still feeling the buzzing fullness moving in her ass, Roz swiveled against the cock that pressed and prodded her entrails on every long fuckstroke. She fought to maintain a rhythm slower than the constant cum-quivers that had been shaking her body, sought to make her cunnie suck the viscid semen from his dick.
Roz knew she was succeeding when the fuckstrokes kept David's cock full depth in her cuntal channel longer and tighter than before. She rocked her ass upward, making him release the dildo, leaving it far up her asshole. Deliberately, smiling across her oil-shined torso at him, Roz swung in the chains, rocking the base of the vibrator against his ball-sac.
She felt the buzz travel the length of his cockshaft, felt him bear down against the wand as his pelvis ground her clit into a pressured frenzy. She wanted to free her hands, to pull his asscheeks, his cock, tighter into her cunt.
The fuckjuices flowed over their joined flesh, the tension throbbing in his dick. Roz felt David stiffen, his thighs tighten as their fuckzones ground together. She saw his eyes shut as his fingers dug into her well-greased, slippery asscheeks, forcing her cuntmound to flatten against his belly. The ass-grip excited her, nearly making her lose control, but Roz had to wait for his cum to start before she could release. Her asshole milked at the dildo, her cunt-muscles wrung at his cock as David kneaded her firm buttocks. She felt the slick pole of his cock sliding out, then impaling her, felt the hard ridge of his glans forcing the eager cuntal sphincter from the inside, then felt it run up the juicy channel as he swung her ass back and forth in the chains.
Her titties rolled on her chest as she rocked her shoulders from side to side, arms aching to surround this man who swung her back and forth on his wonderful fuckshaft. Her slippery assflesh fought and enjoyed the strong hands, tensing, trying to spin around the dickflesh, trying to make his balls throb with the buzzing rod he'd slid up her ass.
Roz moaned in anticipation as the swinging slowed, the hands clenched bruisingly tighter on her tensed asscheeks. Still moving back and forth on his dick, still straining her hips upward to capture all that would fit into her cunt, she knew that David was about to cum. She opened her eyes, seeing his grimace over her naked, rippling belly, seeing her tits swaying above the bush of cuntal hair where his rrd slid in and out.
"Cum, baby, cum! Let that sweet dick shoot off, blast my cunt open, cum in me, David! Cum now, with me, I need it now, cum, cum, baby, cum," she chanted, looking hungrily up at him.
The rhythm stretched, the muscles stood out in both bellies, and David's cock seemed to slacken for a microsecond, deep in her cunt. Roz forced her snatch upward, trying at the same time to pull his root all the way into her cuntal grasp, pulling up with the sphincter that went totally out of control as David's cock began shooting cum deep into her.
Roz screamed when she felt the pulses travel up his dickshaft, letting her head roll from side to side, her shoulders twist. At last that hot dickjuice, that cunt-filling pulse of his cum was flowing inside her belly. Her cuntflesh pulled at the traveling spurts, her pussy ground against him, and she felt David's muscles slacken while the thick cum filled her.
His torso bent forward. David put his arms around Roz, his head falling onto her breasts. She kept cumming around his now-motionless shaft, delighting in the firmness that her cuntal sphincter caressed.
Roz began to relax her limbs, feeling the fuck-tension in them wind down after her long bout of cunty ecstasy. The dildo snapped off as David reached to her ass, still panting.
The fuck-exertions had tired her, and Roz was relieved when David's weight rose from her chest. She squeaked, protesting, as he began to withdraw his cock from the spunk-filled channel of her cunt.
The dildo came out slowly, clench tightly as it was in her rectum. The cum soothed the puckered flesh of her ass when it rolled out after the "pop" of David's cock from the cuntmouth.
Roz relaxed completely when her ass settled onto the cool, slick satin of their sheets. Eyes closed, she heard David's footsteps as he walked around, unsnapping the wrist and ankle cuffs, pulling the chains back out of the way. There-as an after-fucking glow throughout her body, a happiness that made her wrap her arms about her David when he slid onto the bed to cradle her, kiss her gently, and relax into sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Roz heard bells ringing, bells that grew harsher in her dream. She still moved her hips, sleeping face down, enjoying the dream-feeling of a tongue circling her asshole. With David's hand clasped to her cheek, she gradually awoke, first lewd, then as the long, slippery dream-licking faded, angry at being waked.
David stirred next to her, sprawled out, his cock lying half-hard along his thigh. She turned toward him, her rectum still tingling from the dream.
The telephone rang again. "Shit. Who in holy fuck could that be? Sonofabitch better have a good fucking reason to wake my ass," Roz muttered. She reached into the headboard and picked up the receiver. "Yes?"
"Roz? This is Seth. Am I interrupting anything?"
"Seth!" Roz said, delighted. "Of course not, honey. We were just napping. Are you back yet?" She turned on the slippery sheets, poising herself on her elbows, looking down at David's cock. Raising the mouthpiece, she ran the tip of her tongue over the juice-slicked stalk of his prick.
"No, I'm in San Luis Obispo, with a friend, but we're gonna be there tonight." David stirred, giving a little hum of lewdness. "My friend needs a place to stay for maybe a month or so, and a job. I told her that she could probably stay with you and David, unless your place was full or something. Would that be okay? She's a really nice kid, and ... well, anyway, I thought I'd try to help her out."
"It's Seth," Roz mouthed to David as he looked inquiringly down to where her mouth was cleaning the fuckjuices from his cock. "No trouble, honey. How soon will you be here? Should we dress for dinner?" she giggled. "Really, come right down and we'll get a room ready for both of you."
"Well, maybe you should at least dress ... Sally's kind of young."
"How young, Seth, sweetheart?" Roz asked, taking her lips from the now-stiff dick.
"She's got to get away from her dad, but I'll tell you all about it when we get there," the voice on the phone replied. "Thanks a hell of a lot, Roz. We'll see you in a few hours."
"Okay, Seth. It'll be good to have you here again, and tell ... Sally, is it? Sally we'll be looking forward to having her as our guest."
"I gather your cousin had found a waif on the road," said David as she hung up the phone. "Maybe with his help I'll be able to keep you off my dick long enough to get some work done, honey."
"No chance, darlin'. The only work that really needs doing around here right now is getting a room ready for Seth and his little runaway." Roz grinned as carnivorously as she knew how. "Besides, every time you get bored with your painting, you ask me to pose for you again and fuck my little pussy half to death."
Roz squeezed his prickshaft and bounced to her knees. "C'mon, Davie, let's make the place presentable for a change. Can't have people coming in and mistaking this for a whorehouse."
Sally watched Seth step bouncily from the phone booth toward the car. The smile on his face told her before he opened the door that she had a place to stay.
"Well, Sally, it's all set. We can stay at my cousin's place with her and her old man tonight, and Roz even offered to cook us dinner."
Sally was still a little worried. What if Seth's cousin wouldn't let an underage girl stay there? What if her father sent someone after her? She'd only known Seth some ten hours, and almost the first thing he'd done was to slash her clothes off of her. What would his cousin and her husband be like?
"Seth?"
"Yes, Sally?"
"Why did you cut my pants and my top today?" She was starting to pull away in the seat as he drove south along the highway. He was quite large and sort of unkempt, and Sally, not needing a hard, forceful fuck right then, began to feel a little fear gnawing inside her belly, tingling around her bladder as if she had to piss.
"Honey, I only did that because you seemed to need to be handled really roughly, because ... well, because you were so horny and scared-looking at the same time, when you showed me those beautiful big titties of yours. I really don't rape chicks, you know. I just try to fuck the way they want it at the time. I always hope that any girl I fuck will screw the way I want it the other times ... There are so goddam many different ways to fuck, so goddam many reasons. I thought you needed a show of force from this stranger, so I cut your clothes and tore them, and I made fuckin'-ass sure I didn't cut you."
Sally let her breath out a little, only then realizing that she'd been holding it in. He had seemed nice, and funny on the road, enjoying the sights.
"You seemed so scary with that knife in your teeth. What did you think I would do when you did that?" Sally asked.
Seth laughed, an air-easing chuckle. "Shit, honey, that knife crap was just a little back-alley theatre, you know? You set the scene, I played it out, and we both enjoyed the shit out of it. That threatening stuff is fun sometimes, but you're the first stranger I ever fucked that way, the first woman who didn't know me better than to think I'd hurt her. Besides, if I'm not careful when I do that, the knife blade hurts my fillings."
Sally laughed with him and moved back toward the center of the seat. Her worry about this hitchhiker was swept off by his breezy answers and the softness of his clasp on her knee. When Billy had touched her there, from the time he'd taken her virginity to the time he'd been sent to jail, it had always been a kneading, pawing feeling, instead of the secure touch of affection she sensed in Seth's strong hand. She reached back across the gap between the bucket seats and placed her own hand on his thigh.
"You're awful nice, Seth," Sally said. "I enjoy your company, not to mention the way you love me. Nobody ever made me feel so nice, as nice as you made me feel today. Yes, I mean both times ... even when you scared mc."
Sally leaned over as Seth chuckled, leaning her head against his shoulder. "You really are a freaky little sweetheart, Sally. I enjoy your company, too. By the way, honey, is that a hint, the fact that your left your panties in your suitcase when you got dressed? I'd love to think so ... you have such a nice, nice pussy."
"It's kind of a hint, but I'm not too happy about all of your cum sticking the dress to my crack. I thought that this dress would be nice and easy for you to take off of me if you got horny for me again, but you'll have to be careful now that I'm all stuck together."
"Don't worry about me being careful, Sally-you wrung my balls out when you fucked mc after lunch. My God, woman, how did you get such a gifted pussy?" Seth asked, his hand sliding under her dress to rest in the crinkly blonde pussyhair. "This little cunnie seems to just gobble at my prick anytime I'm within reach."
"I've only had one other man before, Seth, and he couldn't please me the way you did. I-I haven't been able to have anyone at all since he went to jail."
Sally opened Seth's fly as she told him how she'd come to be driving through Big Sur that morning, told him everything from the sketchy outlines of the first time Bill had fucked her to the ache in her pussy that morning as she drove out the prison gate. Her soft hand enjoyed the warmth of his cock, the softness of the skin that stretched over the head. His hand went between her thighs, slid gently, unhurriedly from the belly-fringe of her pubes to cup the mound of her pussy.
She opened her legs lo an almost-uncomfortable angle to let his hand in', reveling in the touch. The gentle way he pushed her labia from side to side, freeing them from her cum-sticky thighs, encouraged her to go on with the story of her father's hard-ass guarding of her innocence, his dragon-like hoarding of the cherry she'd lost months before.
Sally toyed idly with Seth's balls, resting her head on his shoulder as they drove toward L.A. The exertions of the day began to wear on her, and Sally's eyes grew heavy, her fingers slowed as she began to dream of sliding down his chest and taking his member gently, lovingly, into her mouth. The finger resting in her cuntal cleft reminded her of Seth's tongue and the shivering cum it had given her that day. Sally slept deeper and deeper, not knowing when the hand left her pussy and pulled her skirt to cover her weary thighs.
In Los Angeles, meanwhile, David had turned on the lights in the big house, moved furniture out of the way, and now held Roz in his lap. Still naked, both freshly showered, they sat on an overstuffed couch in the living room.
"It'll be nice to see Seth again," Roz whispered. "He is such a good kid-I wish he wouldn't hitchhike around. I always worry that someone will rob him or something, you know?"
"Your cousin takes care of himself all right, Roz," David replied. "The last thing he needs is someone worrying about him. That young stud enjoys being cold and wet and hungry, I do believe, otherwise he wouldn't do it. You know goddam well he has enough money to fly home, and if he were in a hurry, he would. Quit worrying and kiss me, then we'll make like civilized citizens and put some clothes on for his friend."
"Mmm-yes, honey," Roz purred, pulling his cock up against her pussy. "Where would you like that kiss-maybe here," she tweaked his sac, "or here," running fingers along the shaft, "or just here...." melting her lips onto his mouth, scooping her tongue deeply around his teeth. "Or maybe we shouldn't get dressed at all?"
"Yes, we should get dressed. Not everybody has your way of looking at fucking, sweetheart. Not everybody runs around naked whenever they can. That's why you've got these...." running his hands over the bikini marks that glowed in the dim light, "delightful accents on your horny little body."
"Okay, spoilsport, but don't blame me if you don't get to see those lines all week. Seth said she might need a place to stay longer than that, even, and I might just stay in bed with them until my tan fades away completely." Roz loved teasing David nearly as much as she loved fucking. She stood in front of him now, grinding her pussy at him, cupping her titties and making faces as if she was sucking his dick.
"Wanton bitch! Get covered before I drag you out to the street and ravage your snatch in the-public eye!" David turned her around, patted her full, firm ass, and she scooted across the room, feeling his smiling eyes as she twitched perkily through the door.
Roz had just finished combing her hair when she heard a car pull into the driveway. She stood, straightening her skirt, and went to the window. David was starting downstairs to the door as she saw Seth's lanky figure uncoil from the driver's side and walk around the car. She smiled happily as she saw the tenderness in his motions as he apparently shook the girl (Sally? Yes, that was right) awake. She came out, Seth half-supporting her, and put her arms sleepily around him.
Sally held tight to Seth, not knowing where she was, murmuring softly, "I'm okay, just sleepy ... just let me wake up a minute." A light went on behind her, flooding the area in a yellow warmth.
"Oh, are we here already? Oh, Seth, I wanted to clean up some first, maybe change my dress."
"Don't worry, sweet Sally. Roz and David put up with me in a lot worse shape. You look just fine to me-they'll love you."
The front door opened as Seth reached for the bell, and Sally was introduced to David, a slight, well-groomed man in slacks and a shirt, who smiled winningly at her when Seth pressed her forward.
"Hello, Sally. Come in, come in. Don't stand outside with that dreadful young man! My wife's cousin loves to abuse himself by hanging around in the weather, but there's no reason for sensible people to put up with standing on the stoop!"
Sally smiled, liking David's manner at once. She felt like the princess her father had called her when David reached for her hand with a slight bow, and she followed him up the stairs in the hall.
She was waking rapidly, seeing the small pictures hung along the stairwell, glimpsing an easel and masses of disarray in u room to the side. Save for the bare foyer and the clutter in the unlit studio, the house seemed to be as well-restored inside as out. Just as David turned at the top of the stairs, she saw an oil on the wall and turned to Seth.
"Is this you? I really like it-it looks like you."
Seth chuckled. "Yes, it is. David did that about a year ago. He did almost all the paintings in the house."
She stood admiring the nude. "I like your work, David. He looks so relaxed, so powerful."
"Thank you, Sally. Maybe Seth will tell you the story of that painting sometime. I enjoyed doing it."
They moved into another hall, also lined with paintings and sketches. Sally recognized some of them as having been used in commercials and advertisements, some of them as caricatures of other subjects.
They came into a sort of parlor at the front of the house, filled with paintings and conversational groups of furniture. Sally saw a tall, sun-browned woman rise to her feet, giving her a warm smile. The woman Seth introduced as Roz had brown hair, striking grey eyes, a high, firm bustline, and wore a long, flowing dress of lacy, cream-colored material. Sally thought Roz was very attractive, and found herself noting the knots of her nipples at the tips of those firm breasts.
Sally began to feel a little nervous, wishing she'd at least worn some panties as she sat next to Seth on a couch. Roz put her at ease, though, giving her a warm smile while she spoke to Seth.
"Seth, do you have anything in the car? David will get it-we know you must be tired tonight, it's such a long drive from San Luis Obispo."
"Yeah, my pack is down there, and there's some wine and stuff in a bag next to it. Sally?" He turned, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I'll get my things in a while," she stammered.
"Humbug! If I can fetch and carry for this lout, I can certainly bring your bags up, Sally," David broke in. "Besides, Seth can show you the house, you can freshen up and so forth. Seth, we've made up a bed in the library and one in Roz' studio. I'll be back shortly." David smiled at Sally again and left the room.
"And I'll go mess with some dinner in the meanwhile," Roz said. Sally felt more at ease when Roz' swaying buttocks showed the lack of panties under the flowing dress.
"You see, Sally, I told you they'd love you. They really are nice people."
"Yes, they are. What is the story of that painting, anyway? David said you'd tell me," Sally asked as Seth led her through the second floor of the house.
"Oh. Well...." Seth began. "I-uh, David, painted it, you see, and he wanted to give it to me, but, well, Roz ... Oh, hell's bells, Sally! What happened was that Roz and I were sort of lovers before she married David, and he was sort of telling me when you saw the picture that he and Roz still want ... want me to move in here with them again. And now that you came with me, I guess he wanted me to warn you about it."
"Is that why they set up two bedrooms for us," Sally asked, "and why she's running around as naked as me under her dress?"
Seth laughed. "No, no. There are two bedrooms in case you want to sleep alone, and Roz runs around naked every chance she gets. Almost lost her job one time for being arrested for indecent exposure!
"Anyway, Sally, they just want me to know, and tell you, that you can stay here, and they're glad I'm back in town."
"Have you been sleeping with Roz since they've been married?"
"Yes, and David doesn't care-he says he'd rather it was me than her agent or a barkeep someplace. Does it bother you? If it does, I'll let Roz know and just now go to bed with her any more."
Sally moved into his arms. "I don't know if it does or not, I know that I like it when you take me, I like your eating my pussy, I love it when we fuck, and I want you to hold me right now."
Sally looked up at him, wanting to feel his mouth on hers, and rubbed her pussy against his thigh. When he kissed her, Sally felt warmed inside again, letting the quick disclosure of the triangle move away while she experienced his closeness.
She didn't know what to think, so she quit thinking. The nap in the car had yet to be worked out of her muscles, and Sally began to be conscious of her hunger as Seth's mouth moved away.
"C'mon, honey, let's see the rest of the house. If you still want to sleep with me, this is the library," leaning into a small, book-lined room, "and this is Roz' and David's room."
Sally was impressed by the broodingly sensual look of the master bedroom. The four-poster, canopyless, the massive dressers and thick, dark hangings on the walls, the sheen of the satin on the pillows and sheets put a pulse in her throat, a pulse similar to the pulsing of erotic helplessness she'd felt when Seth had taken her the first time. A scent she recognized as the last wisps of cunty musk made her nostrils flare and a chill broke in the center of her loins.
Seth pulled at her hand, saying, "You can come back and have Roz or David show you more of this later, honey. The master bathroom is through that door, and the guest bathroom," he paused, "is here."
Sally saw red wallpaper, a huge claw-footed bathtub, an exquisite washstand, plants, two wooden chairs, and the loveliest parody of an 1880 barroom nude she'd ever seen. The life-size painting had a woman with Roz' face, blonde and fair-skinned, reclining pinkly, voluptuously, under an ostrich-feather fan. The only thing it lacked was a row of whiskey bottles on a shelf.
Sally giggled. "I love that. I think it should be on display!"
"It is, Sally. This is the guest bathroom!" Seth smiled. "If you want to clean up, I'll leave you alone, or you could come out to the kitchen with me.
"I haven't seen the kitchen, so I'll come with you. You wouldn't nave to leave while I clean up anyway, Seth. You don't have to leave any time."
Sally glowed when he kissed her. The sights of this magnificent house made her happy, but not nearly so happy as this man she was just beginning to know.
Seth must have been the glow in her eyes, Sally thought. His lanky, muscular arm circled her, hand cupping her breast as he hugged her to his side. "C'mon, Sally. Let's look in on Roz and see what's cookin'."
Sally felt her earlier ambivalence about the two cousins' sexual relationship dissolving as they went back through the hall to the library. Any woman who loved this man must be sensible, and any man who would have him screwing his wife would have to be awfully secure.
Passing through the library, Sally saw Roz' slender form moving gracefully in the white-walled kitchen. The lacy dress swayed about her legs as Roz moved, showing the line of her thigh, profiling a breast as she reached.
Sally trailed into the room holding Seth's hand. She watched the wonderfully warm smile grow on Roz' face again when the brunette turned at the footsteps.
"Hello, Sally. Did Seth tell you?" Roz asked, and when Sally nodded, added, "I'm glad you know. David and I like you already. We hope you'll be staying with us. Come here, Sally, and let me welcome you properly."
Sally looked uncertainly at Seth. He smiled and nodded his head slightly, and Sally stepped into Roz' arms. She laid her head on Roz' surprisingly firm breasts and hugged the older woman's waist. She felt the uncertainty leaving her and lifted her head to kiss Roz.
Sally had never realized the sensual softness of another woman's kiss before-only the boys she'd been dating had kissed her on the mouth. The feeling of Roz' lissome, feminine body against her was new, too-the soft curves and hollows contracted so much with the hard angularity of Seth of Bill.
"Ahem!" Sally and Roz broke the kiss. "Isn't it my turn?" Seth inquired. He stepped up and hugged them both, giving Sally a quick peck, turning to Roz and licking the tip of her nose. The two women laughed, all three squeezing closer, before Seth stepped back. "Now I know I'm here. When I saw you with your clothes on, I had my doubts-thought I'd brought Sally to the wrong house."
"Well, we didn't want to scare her to death, cousin. Most people aren't surprised to meet us, but the ones who burst in on us usually don't come back. Remember what happened when my boss came here and found you posing for David? I thought he would shit!" Roz laughed, then sobered quickly. "David's put your things in the library, Sally, and I'd better get on with dinner before you poor kids starve. It'll be ready in half an hour. Now scoot!"
"Let's go take a bath, Sally. This old lady doesn't want us to bother her-doesn't appreciate youthful companionship," Seth jibed, taking Sally's hand.
At dinner, Seth explained his plan to David and Roz. David agreed that Sally needed a job, and Roz told her that the doctors she worked for needed a receptionist.
"It's just a couple of GP's and a psychiatrist," Roz explained "and all they need is a person to answer the phones and set appointments. The job will pay enough to cover your room and board, except that we aren't about to charge you."
David agreed. "Is a receipt for fifty dollars rent too much for your father to believe? Tomorrow or the next day I'll give you one for board, them you should be legal as a church."
"Oh, please, I'll pay you-I can't just come in and use your house to hide out in and not give you any money!" Sally was reluctant to accept the offers that seemed so generous.
"Bullshit, Sally," Seth interjected. "David writes most of the house off on his taxes anyway. If you give him or Roz any money at all, they're just going to have to give it to the government. Besides, you're insulting their hospitality. The only reason you need money here is for appearance, so you can support yourself on paper and you won't have to go back to Bakersfield."
"Exactly," Roz said. "And while we're talking about your father, you better call him-from the phone at the corner. He might be worried about you by now, and it wouldn't be a good idea to have him looking for you before you get paid."
David added, "We wouldn't mind your calling from here, but he could get this number from the company in a couple of days, especially if he tries reporting you as a runaway."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Sally thought, then brightened. "You know, the C'dX WilS a. gift to me from my boyfriend, so you don't have to worry about Daddy reporting it stolen. I'm really away from him for good! It seems so wonderful. I don't know how I could thank you people-but I'm going to do it soon!"
CHAPTER SIX
Sally was so ecstatic that night she could barely sleep. Her lover Seth was holding her, she had a comfortable bed to sleep in, and she had gained three lovely new friends that day. She had just cuddled naked into Seth's arms, head on his chest, when David and Roz peered into the darkened room.
David called,' "Sleep well, Sally, Seth," and moved down the hall. Roz came into the room, bent over, and kissed them both goodnight. Sally again was pleased by the novel softness of another woman's lips, and found herself putting an arm around Roz' neck.
"There, darlings," Roz said. "Big workday tomorrow, and we girls have to be sharp for the doctors. Just lie back down and I'll see you both in the morning."
"You and David sleep well, too," Seth answered, putting his hand on her sharply-tucked waist. "We love ya."
Sally clung tight to Seth as the events of the day spun through her mind. The last thing she was conscious of was the warm stiffness of his cock in her hand as she fell asleep.
Sally woke to kisses on her nipples, feathery touches on her heavy breasts. Seth was caressing her, his hands trailing down to her pussy, back up across her belly to her titties. She rolled onto her back, opening her eyes to see the top of his head as he moved his lips from one sensitive tip to the other. When her hand found his cock, Seth looked up. Sally smiled, giving slow strokes up and down his stiff organ, and he moved to kiss her mouth.
She languorously opened her lips, inviting the slippery assault of his tongue. Sally spread her thighs, rubbing one knee against his leg, hoping to feel his hand cupping her pussy. When the hand did cover the exposed mound, Sally felt her cunnie warming to his touch, and discovered something else.
"Seth, honey, I have to go to the bathroom," she whispered. "I'll be right back."
Sliding out of bed, Sally remembered the route to the guest bathroom. Walking naked down the hall, she looked at the pictures covering the walls, feeling a delighted tingle of shamelessness when she passed Roz and David's bedroom. "I don't care if they do see me," she thought.
In the bathroom, Sally looked at her reflection in the long mirror before sitting to piss. She enjoyed looking at her body this morning, Sally realized-until Seth had kissed and touched her titties so erotically, she hadn't appreciated the lusty bounty of them. She almost wished Roz and David had seen her parading naked this morning.
The thought of the couple watching her made her pussy dampen again as she walked back to the library. Sally posed for Seth, hands cupping her bosom, turning to show all the delicious roundness of her ass. When she faced him again, the happy, lewd look on his face told her that her body was, indeed, something especially erotic to see.
Sally moved toward the bed, licking her lips at the thought of the cock she could see poking like a tentpole under the sheet. She reached for the shaft as she settled onto the bed, opening her mouth for Seth's tongue, exposing her pussy to his strong fingers. After thrusting her tongue into his mouth, rubbing her pink-nippled breasts on his chest, Sally knew she was panting with need for his cock.
She wanted all of his cock this morning, wanted to feel that fleshy tool prodding and drooling all over her body. Sally pulled back the sheets to feast her eyes on the crimson-tipped shaft.
"I love your dick, honey. I love the way it stands up so far and pulses, and I love the way the head feels when it moves into my pussy."
"Sally, it loves you, and I love putting it into your sweet, hot little love-pit. You are the sexiest girl I've ever seen, and the way you fuck completely astounds me," Seth panted. "You fuck better than Roz, even, and she was the hottest woman I've had."
"Does Roz like to-to g down on you, Seth?" she whispered. "I'd like to suck on you this morning."
"Oh, God, Sally, having you blow me would be the best thing I could think of!"
Sally smiled, beginning to move down alongside Seth's body. Belly down, she slid till her head was poised over his thickly-haired crotch, grasping the thick cockshaft in her cool hand. The shape of a man's organ had fascinated her since she'd first seen Bill's hard-on. She scrutinized the veins along the stalk, moving her hand to fondle the gnarled sac and the hard spheres inside it.
She reached out with her tongue-tip, watching the small pearl of liquid at the tip as she licked gently around the ridge of his cockhead. Sucking dick was her favorite wake-up, Sally reflected. Seth's hand moved from her rectum to the top of her pussy-slit. She tensed, then opened her buttocks, spreading her knees to allow the man's hand easier access to the moist pit.
On her elbows and knees now, she stroked the shaft of his member, watching the head grow before she tongued the slit. "It's like wings, or a barb to keep it inside me," Sally thought, looking at the flare. Sally projected her senses onto the cockhead, feeling what Seth's organ wanted from her mouth.
Her lips, pursed small, plucked at the very tip of his glans. Sally closed her eyes, concentrating on the cock and the hands that kneaded her pussymound and breasts. Sally fanned her lips a little wider, letting her teeth barely scrape the velvety skin, flicking her tongue against the blunt end of the swelling knob.
She felt Seth's hands running over the tense softness of her belly, the upthrust mounds of her buttocks. The feathery touches up and down the inside of her thighs made her hips grind from side to side. Sally made humming noises of pleasure as she opened her mouth further, bringing the entire dickhead within the wet warmth of her lips.
Her tongue pressed on the flat of Seth's glans, pushing the tip against the roof of her mouth. Knowing the painful sensitivity of the ridge, Sally fluttered the tip of her tongue on the stalk of the phallus, giving an unmoving suck at the head. She marveled at the way the glans bulged even more, filling the sucking cavity as his fingers clutched at her bottom.
Sally didn't know if this penis was more responsive than Bill's or if she were more attentive. All she knew was that she wanted to linger on the meaty wand, feel and taste every nerve-filled segment of its hard warmth.
Sally wrapped her thumbs over the base of the shaft, cupping the hairy sac in her fingers. She felt Seth straining to hold his hips in place, letting her control the blowing, and Sally was pleased. To think that she, Sally, could keep this tool in place while she sucked and kissed it! A fresh wetness flowed in her pussy as Seth's fingers trailed helplessly over her hips.
"I've got you now," Sally thought, mentally addressing the virile mass she'd captured. "I've got you and I love it!"
She took the head deeper into her mouth, feeling the bone-hard rods inside the glans prodding at her throat. The wings of the glans filled her mouth from side to side, and even her teeth were alive to the slick bumping motion as the ridge around the knob slid further in.
Sally wanted more of the phallus, wanted to take the whole tense unit into her mouth. She moved her head back, compressing her lips around the gliding stalk, sucking with her tongue when the head receded. Wanting an easier angle, Sally moved her knees to straddle Seth's head, conscious of the wide-open span of her buttocks and the dewy exposure of her full-puffed cuntal lips.
She moved her head downward again, savoring the mouth-filling warmth of Seth's cock. Feeling the wand pressing against her lower jaw, straining the hinge, she pressed her titties against Seth's belly, pushing her shoulders down.
Sally moved her head up and down on the prickmeat, trying to bring more and more of it into her mouth with each stroke. Her hands tried to stuff more of the cock into her mouth, fingers clenched on the stiffness under Seth's balls. Her hands were in the way! Damn! She unlaced her fingers from the base of the steely root, put them under Seth's hips.
Sally bobbed and sucked, making her tongue writhe around his fuckmeat every time the slow head-strokes made enough room around the spit-slicked cock. Her hands tightened as she slid forward on the shaft, fingers digging into his asscheeks.
The meaty fullness in her mouth began moving in counterpoint to her strokes when Seth drew her wide-open cunt down onto his face. Sally nearly bit down on his cockshaft when his tongue hit her hard clit, his hands pushed her open hole into his nose. Blasphemies and profane begging ran inside her mind, incoherent beggings to whatever gods of fucking there be.
Nearly gagging, nearly coming, Sally felt the upraised cock better into the tightness of her throat. A stretching, almost a popping feeling, and the head was past the stricture of the back of her mouth. After a brief flash of shock, Sally groped with her lips to capture the hairs at the base of the pole, feeling the head squeezing past the rings of her throat.
Sally was in a scary ecstasy. Her throat was spasming around the cockhead as she ground her pussy onto Seth's face. The length of Seth's "dick was moving in her mouth, the glans plucked at each section of her throat, and she knew that her cunnie was flooding thick juices over his mouth.
Her hands still clutched at Seth's ass. When she felt the tension of the cheeks increase, the rhythm of the strokes steady, Sally rocked the slippery cavern that was her pussy over his mouth, chin, nose. In a panic that Seth would shoot into her throat before she came, Sally clutched at the hard mass behind his balls.
She felt the blasts of Seth's nostrils around her cuntmouth as he sucked the whole slippery wad of cuntflesh that surrounded her clit into his mouth. His tongue ran in and out of the cleft, tip touching, then mashing at her clit. Her pussyflesh felt his lips and teeth plucking, mauling, inhaling her again. The cock running in her throat, the smooth shaft in her lips, filled her deeply and pulled back, fucked forward and pulled back.
A fiery knot in her belly tied itself to the feeling of sucking, licking pressure in her cunt. Sally fucked at his mouth, trying to make Seth's whole head burst into her snatch. "I'm on top-I want it, I want it!" screamed in her mind.
Sally pulled her head back, almost ramming herself back onto his dick when the head popped from her throat. She still clutched at the hardness in front of his rectum, still wanted to feel his cum, but the icy flames in her cunt made her quit the cocksucking he'd distracted her from.
She had to unwind her arms from his thighs to sit up, to reach the pressure and the angle she needed to force her pussy against his face. Knees on each side of Seth's shoulders, Sally leaned to and fro, rocking her pussy on his face. She wanted to feel that cock again, wanted to have the thick manhood in her control again, so Sally opened her eyes as she grasped for it.
Half-focused, Sally saw the sheen of her saliva on the red-tipped cock as she reached to trap it in her hands. She grasped the shaft with one hand, then passed her other palm over the tip, somehow knowing this would turn Seth on even more. Her mouth was open, jaw hanging slack with the effort of keeping the cresting orgasm in her pussy building. The rocking, grinding motion of her cunnie made her ass-muscles flex under Seth's hands, and the molding, kneading motions of his fingers made her pant brokenly, bending toward his cock, straightening again.
Sally felt herself starting to cum, felt the shivering of her control as the gut-filling release approached. She stroked harder at his cockshaft, mewing sounds beginning to leave her throat.
When the release finally took her, sending her cuntflesh into uncontrollable tremors, Sally almost threw herself onto Seth's cock. "Shoot it, shoot it, give me that fuckin' dickjuice," screamed inside her head. The knob swelled to her sucking, the meaty shaft grew in her mouth. Long, jerk-ended fuckstrokes moved the dick in and out of her mouth, and Sally felt Seth's hands thrusting her cunt against his head as the first thick gout of spunk filled the suck-cavity of her mouth.
The new, salty slickness let her mouth and the spurting dickhead mesh wctly, bulging her cheeks with the fluid as the phallus bucked in, stroked xt. Her hips moved, extracting all the licking and sucking her pussy could get as she swallowed his cum, loving the almost-stringy texture as it puckered her throat.
Sally felt another burst of cum, bigger than the first, and swallowed again, trying to milk his dickhead with her tongue. His tongue seemed to have tired, pressing wetly along the length of her cuntal slit while her juicing pussy made the most of every slippery sensation.
Still the cum kept filling her mouth, the cock straining rigidly in the long, spunk-pulling caresses of Sally's lips and tongue. Sally cupped and pressed his balls, feeling the pulse of each thick mass of dickjuice as it traveled the length of his jerking wand.
She pulled her head back, leaving just the glans in her mouth, sucking mightily at it, hoping that every drop of jism she could pull from his body would prolong the deep, shuddering head-cum he'd given her. Even when cumming it seemed to Sally that her pussy could never get enough kissing, licking, or fucking. The dickhead swelled with the sucking, the spurts of cum smaller now, and Sally milked his knob with her lips, sending her tongue to pull the glans, probe the slit, begging to keep the rich fluid moving along the shaft and into her mouth.
Sally began to roll to her side, one exhausted hand pulling his hips so that the precious dick would stay between her lips. His head turned with her, resting on one thigh, mouth still buried in her pussy.
One knee stood straight up, leaving the gently-rocking pussy open to his head, and Sally's head bobbed slowly on his cock. She had stopped swallowing his cum, and the last few spurts that dribbled from his tool filled her mouth.
Sally's orgasm faded, the nerves in her pussy feeling almost numb from the ferocious licking and sucking Seth had given her. She languidly made her tongue swim around Seth's dickhead, spiraling strands of cum around the flaring knob. Her jaw hung slack, but Sally kept the tight circle of her lips locked just below the corona of Seth's glans, not wanting a single drop of his cum to escape her mouth.
The cum seemed to cool in her mouth. It had been hotter than her mouth, when Seth had first shot it into her, but now the fluid seemed just a wet continuation of the fuck-junction his cock had made in her mouth. Sally let it trickle down her throat, until the final motion of her tongue when she swallowed made Seth's dickhead twitch.
"Ah!" he half-squeaked, slowly letting the head flow a little deeper into Sally's mouth.
Sally gave the slow-shrinking glans a last slow, pulling suck, cherishing the ridge, the flat top, the slit of the tip as it left her lips. "Ummmh," she breathed as it trailed the string of pearly semen from the corner of her lips to her shoulder. "I love having you in my mouth, Seth. I never thought of myself as sucking a cock before, but I love your cock any way you want me to have it."
Sally turned around to lie beside him. "Sucking your cock gets me awful horny, too. I could suck you all day if I could have your dick in my pussy at the same time, you know?"
Seth put his arms around the busty young girl. "I think I know what you mean. I could eat your pussy until my whole goddam head went up inside it, if I could feel your belly on mine and that hot cunnie pulling at my dick while I ate you. You have such a juicy pussy, Sally, and I love the slickness here," (Sally quivered as his fingertip ran between her pussymouth and clit) "and the softness here" (his hand squeezed her cuntal lips together).
"Oh god, Seth, don't start me up again right now-I already need to shower before Roz and I go to that office! I could go for a good long screw right now, and I don't want you to get me any hornier."
"Don't worry, honey, I'm not gonna try it. If you were any hornier, I wouldn't know whether to shit or go blind." Seth kissed her lips quickly. "C'mon, Sally, let's bathe before breakfast." He rolled out of bed and helped her up.
Sally stood looking at him, feeling a little troubled. "Do you think ... I mean, what if ... "
"Hey, hey, sweet Sally, why do you think there's a guest bath? David and Roz had me put the plumbing in when they restored this place. Really, this is your home and my home, too, for as long as you want to stay. You don't think they're going to worry about what we think of their habits, do you?"
"I guess not, Seth." Sally brightened and reached for his hand. "Let's go, you stud plumber. It's almost seven."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sally glowed inside as they walked down the hall. No other day of her whole life had she felt so happy and secure. Each step she took, she felt Seth's hip against her side, felt the sensual sway of her breasts. Each time her thighs moved, Sally marveled that she'd never before enjoyed her pussy as she did now. The tall man with his arm around her waist had wakened the bodily joy she'd only begun to feel with Bill, and Sally felt herself grinning as she wondered why she hadn't been taking strong, good men into her pussy long before.
As they passed the door to David and Roz' room, Sally heard the latch click. Not knowing why, except for the joy that she felt in her new freedom, she wiggled her ass quickly from side to side, blushing when she heard David's baritone "Well, good morning, kids!"
Seth must have felt her shrink. He gave her a quick squeeze, and said, pulling her to a stop, "Good morning, David. How are you on this lovely day?"
Sally turned slowly, having felt Seth's motion. "I'm fine, Seth. You two look well-rested. Would you like some coffee? I'm just going in to make a cup.
She could barely keep her eyes in her head. David had the biggest prick-bulge she'd ever seen, filling out the front of his boxer shorts. The tip of his penis hung down his thigh, showing a lump that almost escaped the hanging bagginess of the pants. She was conscious again of her nakedness, feeling her nipples crinkle.
David looked at her, a smile in his eyes. "Y-yes, I'd like some," Sally stammered. She studiously avoided looking below his shoulders.
"Yes, David, thanks. I'd like a cup too," Sally heard beside her.
"Fine." David started to turn toward the kitchen, then, "Excuse me." He stepped into the master bedroom again, asking Roz if she would care for anything.
Sally looked at Seth, whispering, "I feel so naked!" She tried to hide her breasts by rounding her shoulders, an impossible task.
"Don't be silly," Seth whispered, just as David came out of the bedroom again, this time without his shorts. Sally gulped. From the corner of her eye she saw the massive size of the smaller man's cock and balls. Blue veins stood up along the surface of the heavy-hanging meat, and the sac seemed big as a woman's handbag to Sally.
"When in Rome...." David said, smiling gently, sensually at Sally. He turned and walked down the hall, the large glans of his soft prick still visible from behind.
Sally turned toward Seth, and he gave her a hug and another brief kiss. They walked into the guest bathroom before Sally could sort out her impression-crowded mind.
"David really is a great guy," Seth said. "I don't think I know anyone as nice, or with better manners." He reached into a cupboard for towels and washcloths.
"Manners?" Sally queried. "He scared me half to death when he came out behind us!"
"He didn't mean to, and when he saw we were naked, he didn't want us to be embarrassed. How many other people would try to put us at ease like that?"
"I don't know," Sally said. "My father would just shit if he saw two naked people in anybody's hall, much less his wife's lover and another woman!" She turned on the water. "How are we going to get dressed in the library, Seth? All my clothes are in there, and Roz is going to be up too!"
"Oh, shit, baby, being naked around here is the last thing you need to worry about. Look at his painting right there over the tub. David's done enough nudes that he could probably have sketched you over dinner last night in any pose you'd name. Everything's okay." Seth squeezed her hand, then slid into the filling tub. "Come on and get wet, you prudish young hussy."
Sally giggled at the stern face Seth had put on with his last command. She tested the water with her foot, then sat facing him. "I really love this tub, the whole house, in fact. Do you suppose they would rent me part of the downstairs after I've worked a while?"
"Sally, I know these people, and they like you enough that you could stay here free forever if you wanted. From the way Roz acts toward you, I'll wager you could have them throw me out if you got tired of my being around."
"He's right, Sally," Roz called, tapping on the door. "I try to throw him out at least twice a week."
"Come in, evil cousin," Seth called.
"And I'm not an old bat, Sally. I'm only six months older than this randy little bastard here," Roz announced. She was naked also, her willowy body swaying, clothing draped over her arm, a tray in her hands. "I brought you two a robe each, and here's your coffee." Roz put the robes on one of the chairs, setting the long, narrow tray across the center of the tub between Sally and Seth.
There were three cups on the tray, cream, sugar, and spoons. "Getting a little mock refinement in your sunset years, Roz?" Seth teased. "Last time I had to balance coffee, a sweet roll, and your ashtray in the soap dish."
"Ignore the uppity little cocksman, Sally," Roz smiled. "Do you mind if I join you? David gets so cranky when he's cooking breakfast that I finally quit helping him with it."
"No, I don't mind at all, do you, Seth?"
Mouth full of coffee, Seth grunted and shook his head. Roz pulled up the remaining chair and beamed at the two bathers. Sally couldn't help smiling back, looking shyly at Seth, then back to Roz.
"I'd better tell you about the job, Sally. Today you'll have to dress out of your suitcase, but tomorrow we can go get some clothes for you-mine would never fit." Roz looked down at her own shocking-white titties, high-set, round, firm, and made a mock-pout. "If you have some slacks and a top, and a bra, too-can't shock the doctors, you know-that should do. God knows neither of us needs one, but I had to wear them the first few weeks I was there. All you have to do is come in with me and I'll take care of the rest-I'm the office manager, and as soon as my study is published, I'll be practicing right down the hall, in the same suite."
Sally was confused. "Your study? What will you be practicing?"
Seth put his coffee on the tray. "My cousin, Rosamund C. Evans is a bona fide psychologist, Ph.D., as well as being the second-homiest woman on this continent." He patted her knee, then pinched her untanned asscheek. "Her study on waiting-room deviance will soon be the opus par excellence of the So-What School of psychological thought."
"No, no! It's variations in waiting-room behavior, and it will hopefully give me recommendations and referrals from other psychotherapists," Roz explained. "This bottom-pinching fetishist thinks that all science is wrapped up between a woman's legs. He wouldn't know a worthwhile study if it came up and spit in his eye, which he tempts me to do."
Sally laughed, enjoying the teasing between the cousins. "But, if you're going to open your own practice, then ... you won't be running the office any more, and...."
"Oh, I'll be running it, at least running it enough to make sure that you'll have a job if you want it." Roz stood, bending to kiss Sally on the forehead. "Besides, I won't be practicing for another two months, at least, and you would be invaluable as a research assistant in my waiting room." She kissed Seth on the mouth and Sally felt eroticism moving inside her as Roz' breasts swung before her eyes, the long, brown nipples almost making the girl's mouth water.
"Finish your bath, kids, and I'll see if David is done in the kitchen." Sally couldn't help watching the undulating motion of Roz' buttocks in the mirror as she walked to the door. The sight of that untanned pair of half-globes atop the long legs, Roz' sharply-nipped waist, made Sally begin to understand what it was she'd felt the night before when she'd kissed Roz.
"She is one hell of a sexy-looking woman-Sally," she heard. She moved her eyes from the mirror to look at Seth. "I know she cares for you, just as I do. My cousin is very warm-hearted, very kind, and very, very horny. I know her and I love her, and I'm glad you two have taken to each other."
"I-I'm not sure what you mean, Seth," Sally blushed. "I like your cousin, but I-well, I mean that it's not ... you know."
"Sally, I didn't say that it was ' ... you know.' If you think it is, don't worry about it. I know you aren't very experienced in anything, and this is probably the best place for you to learn about everything. Roz and David are very sweet, caring people, and they would never force anything on you, not any more than you would force anything on them." Seth put the coffee tray on the floor.
"All you have to do is be straight with me, and all I'm going to do is to be straight with you. First, I don't know if Roz sleeps with women. I never asked.
"Second, I don't mind if you sleep with anyone else. I will never ask.
"Third, this water's getting cold, so we better scrub up and get out. Want some help with your back?" Seth asked.
"Seth, you really are super. Yes, I'd like you to wash my back, and breasts, and any part of me you'd like," Sally said, kneeling in the tub to kiss him. "Would you like some help with this?" she queried, stroking the penis floating in the water.
"That would be nice, but more help like this morning I couldn't stand," Seth replied, pulling her wet torso to him.
At Seth's suggestion, both young people donned robes before going to breakfast. The breakfast area was a white-walled enclave off the kitchen, full of morning light and lacy ferns, cactus, .and other plants. Sally found that Seth was correct-both David and Roz wore robes.
David had prepared what seemed like platters of food, and Sally was surprised at her appetite. She suddenly felt ravenous when the smells of breakfast hit their nostrils. "It must have been all those calories I burned up when Seth ate me this morning," Sally thought happily. She surreptitiously fondled his thigh under the table, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
After breakfast, Sally and Roz picked out suitable clothes for her first day as a receptionist. Sally dressed while Roz readied herself in another room.
David had gone down to his studio to work while Seth cleaned the kitchen after their meal. He chatted with Sally through the open doorway, telling her third-hand anecdotes about the doctors she was about to meet and the patients whom he called "Waiting-room Deviates."
Roz tapped on the door before sticking her head in. "Ready, Sally? We should be leaving in a few minutes."
"Sure, Roz, I'll be right there." Sally quickly shut her suitcase and scampered into the kitchen, where Seth was drying his hands. "I'll see you tonight, you dear sweet Seth." She threw her arms around his shoulders, wanting him to feel her titties rubbing his chest, and turned her face up for a kiss. Sally was trying to stiffen his cock by rubbing her cuntal mound against his thigh, and she opened her mouth and sucked his tongue in until she felt the prickbulge stiffen against her belly.
"I'll keep it ready for you, Sally," he smiled as her hand stroked the hard-on through the opening of the robe. "Don't waste it by making me cum right now."
She quickly bent to lash the tip of his cockhead with her tongue and then wriggled from under his hands, laughing. "I'm not gonna waste one bit of that juice, honey." Sally switched her ass from side to side as she trotted toward the stairs.
Roz was waiting on the landing. The two women went out to the carport, and Roz got into the old Citroen next to Sally's car. "I'll drive, Sally-I know the way. Besides, it's not far."
Roz told Sally about her duties as she drove. Besides taking care of telephones and making appointments, there were some charts on patients and data for Roz' study to be gathered.
"There really isn't much else to tell you about it, Sally. It's all pretty straightforward, and none of the doctors will give you any trouble." They were turning into a parking lot beneath a large building. "I really do hope you'll like working here-it would be such a shame if you had to go back to your father."
As they parked, Sally answered, "I'm sure I'll like it, Roz. Even if I didn't, I'm not going back to my father's house. I like being away from him, and I love being at your house."
Roz turned toward her. "You really mean that, don't you? I'm glad you like staying with us." Roz glanced down, then up at Sally again. "Sally, last night, and this morning, you seemed to be such a lovely, beautiful young girl...." Her voice trailed off.
"Roz, kind, lovely Roz," Sally answered. "I think I know ... I'm not sure, but...." Sally moved across the seat, putting her arm over Roz' shoulder..
Roz turned at the touch, and bent to the kiss.
Sally felt soft, womanly lips on hers, and she let her mouth caress Roz' lips, seeking the answer for the soft warmth that filled her when this woman was near. Both women opened their mouths and their tongues met softly, wetly.
Sally knew what her answer was now, without even having known there was a question. She felt slim fingers touching her breast, fingers that seemed cool even through the stiff bra she wore. As her own hand touched the other woman's firm, round bosom, Sally felt Roz pull back.
Sally was almost hurt when Roz' mouth separated from hers, but her eyes opened to see the older girl's pleading look.
"Touch me, Sally, please," the other breathed. Sally sensed, rather than saw, Roz pull up the short gray skirt, felt her hand moving without her willing it to, right to the sudden shock of the thick bush of Roz's pussy hair.
Sally looked down then, and saw that Roz wore stockings and garters, giving the illusion of being fully dressed while her cuntal area was exposed to the air. Sally caressed the dark plume, remarking softly that it felt different than a man's pubes.
"Just a little more, Sally, just a little," Roz asked softly, biting her lip with anticipation.
Sally cupped the dark, hair-clad wedge of Roz' pussy, wondering at the softness, the unfamiliar dampness of the only other cuntal area she'd ever touched. A heat, a wetness grew in her own loins as she felt the warm, puffy flesh, and Sally heard her breathing quicken.
"No, no," Roz whimpered, "not now!" Sally drew her hand away slowly, prompted by the slightest of feather-soft brushes from Roz. "We-we better wait-we have a lot of other things to do today, Sally, and-and...." Roz tugged down her skirt. "And all that rotten shit. Damn!"
Sally flinched. "No, honey, I'm not mad at you, Sally," Roz said, giving a breathy giggle. "I'm just annoyed that I let myself get so horny so early in the day. Ever since I saw you in the tub this morning, I've been wondering what those beautiful titties of yours would feel like, what your little blonde pussy really looks like. Anyway, don't worry. I'm okay now, honey."
"I know, Roz. When I saw you and kissed you last night, and then when you came in naked this morning ... I've never felt so funny inside, never looked at a girl that way. You are so pretty, and you have such a womanly, warm-looking figure. It kind of scares me, you know? I only just realized when Seth told me this morning that I wanted you, and I don't even know what to do about it." Sally felt that she was baring herself, letting her defenses disappear, and the urgency she heard in her own voice surprised her.
"I'll show you what to do about it, Sally," Roz assured her, gently clasping her hand, "but that will be later on. Right now, we better get our horny little asses upstairs so you can meet the bosses."
CHAPTER EIGHT
All that morning Sally was in a turmoil, ranging from damp-crotched memories of Seth, to half-fearing anticipation of her suddenly-expanded relationship with Roz.
Not to say that Sally didn't throw herself into her new job. She realized that, at seventeen, the only way she could stay free to live with her new friends was to keep a job until her birthday. Each time she thought of her father the feelings ran quickly from hatred and fear to relief.
Sally thought of how she'd resented the meetings he'd tried so hard to avoid, when she and he would meet, one or the other half-undressed. There with David, Roz, and Seth, it was so much different-no one there wore clothes at all unless he or she felt like it.
That relief, of course, led straight back into recollection of Roz' slender voluptuousness, of David's huge, flaccid prick. Sally wondered how big that fearsome cock would get when it was hard. When she'd touched Roz' pussy this morning, it hadn't seemed that the delicate flesh under her hand could stand the. assault of such a huge battering-ram.
Every time Roz came to answer one of Sally's questions, each of the girls found some excuse to touch the other, and the brushes, the pats, made Sally feel warm deep within. The remote coldness of her father's house had left a chill on Sally, just as the hard-pricked coldness of Billy had reamed her pussy. Now the chill was melting inside, seeming to warm Sally's whole outlook. In only one day, she'd begged a man to fuck her brutally, cruelly, then come to know a gentleness her other lover had never shown. Before the night was out, new friends had welcomed and sheltered her, and the morning gave Sally the tenderness of a new, undemanding love, the soft, caring touch of Seth's cousin, Roz.
She and Roz lunched together, sitting carefully across a table from one another in a cafe in the building. Sally found herself telling Roz about the years she'd spent with her father, uptight, the prettiest girl in her high school and the most miserable. She told Roz the story of her affair with Bill, feeling vaguely guilty now, knowing he'd been clumsy, sometimes too rough, and trying to find an excuse for having gone with him for so long.
Sally felt that Roz cared about her story, cared about her. She felt safe, at case with Roz, and she told her about how she'd begged Seth to fuck her. Roz just listened, and watched Sally with her strikingly large grey eyes, nodding, smiling now and again.
When they went back to work, Sally felt a peacefulness akin to, but deeper than, the peace she felt after a long, intense orgasm. She thought, "I cleaned by body with one lover this morning, and I cleaned my mind with another just now."
By the end of the afternoon, Sally felt she was embarking on a new life, that the only trace she was keeping of her old one was the scholarship to the university.
Sally and Roz held hands in the elevator and on the walk through the parking lot. Roz smiled as Sally bubbled about how wonderful she felt, about how she could hardly wait to start school, and the release into freedom from her Bakersfield years.
When they got to the car, however, Sally's mood changed. Still happy, she was now filled with anticipation of consummating her affection for Roz. She glanced at the older girl, her eyes running over the lithe curves she knew existed beneath the modest blouse.
When they left the underground parking lot, Sally was turned toward Roz, one knee on the seat of the car, her arm trailing along the seat back to touch Roz's shoulder. The thought of handling this woman's body was exciting Sally-her breath quickened and her cheeks burned at the fantasied touch of Roz' hands and lips on her own ample curves.
"Where can we go, Roz? I want you," Sally said, her pussy dampening in horny anticipation. She knew the feeling better and better now, it seemed. Her nipples moved in the stiff confines of her bra. Sally moved her hips on the seat, rolling her pelvis so her cuntal mound stood out in the crotch of her fitted slacks.
Roz felt her own lewdness riding higher and higher in her loins. She was glancing from time to time at the high, out-thrust breasts of the young blonde, watching her lick her lips. The hand on her shoulder aroused her, and Roz spread her knees, making the hem of her skirt move up her long, nylon-clad thighs.
Sally's eyes were locked onto the expanse of smooth leg, and the sight of the dark stocking-top, the garter that held it, made her pulse pound in her ears. Roz' skirt crept further as she opened her knees again, and Sally's breath caught in her throat.
Roz wriggled her ass on the scat, licking her lower lip, showing a long, pink tongue-tip. "We can go into my studio, Sally-no one will bother us there." Roz dropped her right hand to the seat, sliding it slowly to touch Sally's knee.
As they turned into the driveway in front of the house, Roz flipped the hem of her-skirt up, showing her pussy hair to Sally, who immediately reached for the dimly-seen pinkness of the older woman's gash. "Not now, nooo, please!" Roz begged. "Let's go inside, Sally."
Sally was literally drooling at the sight of Roz' pussy. She wanted to feel that soft, crinkly hair, the warm, damp flesh that lay beneath it. She drew her hand back, closing her eyes in frustration. A long-drawn "Ohhh," passed her lips, then, "Yes, let's go inside."
Sally followed Roz up the steps, smiling at the twitching motions of her womanly hips as she trotted to open the door. A tremor of wonder, perversity perhaps, made Sally's stomach flutter as the two women entered the house.
She heard Roz call out, "Hi, honey. Is Seth here?" but couldn't distinguish David's answer. She followed past the open door of David's studio, catching a glimpse of the slight man painting from sketches. He nodded to her abstractedly as Roz added, "I'm going to show Sally my workroom."
Sally grinned as she followed Roz through a large bare room, feeling secretive, shy, and itching to lie down with the lovely brunette she was caressing with her eyes.
They turned a corner and entered a small, dark room at the rear of the house, crammed with bookshelves, small windows high up on one wall. A couch, unfolded to a bed, took up much of the center of the room, and a basket chair hung in one corner.
Sally stepped in and looked around as Roz closed the door. Her impression was of filtered sunlight and blue, a deliberately small place of work and intimacy.
Roz turned to her, an intense look of hunger mingled with her warm smile. "Yes, Sally," she said, answering the questions in the young woman's eyes. The two females stepped close and kissed, Sally marveling again at the clinging softness of Roz' lips, the cool, unresisting openness of her mouth.
Sally saw the grey eyes under half-shut lids regarding her, sending an answering chord of heat to the pit of her belly as they kissed. Her fascination with this woman grew, and Sally slowly pulled away, her hands passing across Roz' shoulders, knowing suddenly the fluid strength of the brunette.
Roz began unbuttoning her blouse, watching Sally, mesmerizing her with the knowing depth of her humid stare. Sally began undoing her own top, wanting to free her turgid nipples from the confines of the heavy bra.
The cloth fell open, showing the translucent whiteness of the valley between Roz' breasts. Sally felt her own fingers trembling as she fumbled with the cuff buttons, unable to keep her eyes from Roz.
The two women stood less than a yard apart, and Sally stopped in the act of shrugging her shoulders clear of her shirt when Roz crossed her arms to slowly pull the heavy, shining fabric of the blouse over her head.
Sally made a whimpering noise as the small, perfectly round titties came into view, flattening and stretching when Roz extended her arms over her head, exposing her slender throat and perfect teeth in a husky laugh. The blouse dropped unheeded to the floor, a whispering, silky pile collapsing into itself.
Roz stood a moment, her long-tipped nipples rising visibly, and Sally stood dumbstruck, unable to believe the assured, sensuous pose of the other woman.
Sally stood there, her huge, creamy breasts billowing over the top of her bra, shoulders back, arms still imprisoned by the long sleeves of her shirt. Roz approached, helping Sally to skin the clothing back and down, then she gently took the straps of the bra from Sally's shoulders.
Sally turned passively at Roz' touch, felt slim fingers unhooking the wide elastic band behind her. When the band parted, a suddenly galvanized Sally turned, faced Roz, and let the cups fall from her heavy titties, showing her body as sensuously as she knew how. Dropping the brassiere to her feet, Sally thrust her tits forward, stepping to embrace Roz.
The cool firmness of Roz' breasts pressing the tops of her own titties amazed Sally. She could feel her nipples hardening, the aureoles crinkling, as the two women stroked one another's backs and swayed, letting the richness of the titties play on their eager senses. Sally mashed herself against the taller woman, feeling Roz' pubic bone slowly moving against her belly.
The wide buckle of Roz' skirt chilled Sally as the women panted, exciting each other. Sally stepped back, letting her hands cup Roz' breasts, fingering and twisting the incredibly long brown nipples. The rubbery tissues excited Sally, the springy flexing, the snapping back as the coronas darkened. Her own nipples, wide and pink as they were, had never felt so alive to her-but Sally had never played so longingly with her own breasts.
Sally panted, bit her lip when Roz palmed the heavy masses of the younger girl's bosom, rolling, kneading the soft-skinned bounty. Sally's titties seemed to grow as Roz awakened all the nerves the girl had never before felt, around, under, above the stiff tips. She pulled her shoulders back, fingers numbly hurrying at the waist of her slacks.
Roz pressed and palmed Sally's tits a few seconds more, then her hands fell to the zipper at the side of her skirt. As Sally bent to remove her slacks, Roz pulled the tailored waistband of the skirt over her hips and let it fall.
Sally was just straightening up when the band of untanned ivory skin flashed into view. The lacy garter belt accentuated the stark whiteness of Roz' skin, and the parallel lines of the garters set off the lush vee of her cuntal bush. The hair stood up, uncrushed by panties, its rich dark color glinting in the dim light that filtered through the windows. Below and between the down-spearing lines of the garter straps, another vertical line showed Sally, at the level of her widened eyes, the tight crease of the brunette's pussycleft.
Sally stumbled out of her dropped pants, reaching with one hand for the mystery of the womanflesh she'd touched that morning. Her rushing blood heated her cheeks, the tops of her titties, and even her tongue seemed to swell in her mouth. The dark floss of Roz' loins tangled round her fingers as Sally stroked gently down along the pussylips, running two fingertips to the curly-fleeced point of the cuntal vee.
Roz reached down to Sally, gently touching her shoulder. The young girl looked up, leaving her hand resting on the warm cunt. When Roz mouthed a kiss at her, Sally rose slowly, her fingers beginning to softly knead the clitoral zone at the top of the soft mound.
"Come, Sally," Roz said huskily, pulling the girl's hand from her cunt. "Come to bed with me."
Her face flushed, Sally moved mutely to the bed, watching lissome Roz settle down onto it. The cat-like stretching, the sharp definition of the older woman's cunt by the garter belt and stockings, made Sally feel she was moving underwater, dreamily slow. She stripped off her panties now, kneeling with her face close to Roz' pussy.
Roz opened her legs further, raising her knees, putting her feet on the edge of the bed. Sally moved slowly forward, the musky, female scent of the opened pussy drawing her in to kiss the wetly-shining slit.
Sally's body told her what to do as she bent to eat the ready pussy. She knew vaguely that she was squeezing, milking at her own large breasts, but her attention focused on the soft, tight-curled cunthair that brushed her lips. Kneeling on the floor, Sally kissed the pussylips. The taste of Roz' intimate flesh surprised, then delighted Sally as she tentatively tongued the cuntal opening.
Remembering the feeling of Seth's tongue on her cunnie, Sally lapped the flat of her tongue up the slippery wetness of the unblemished cuntskin to Roz' clit. Her hands moved from her tits to Roz' thighs. Sally heard Roz gasp when her tongue flickered into the fleshy nook that concealed the long, pencil-thin clit.
Feeling the meatiness of the inner lips at the top of the slit, Sally used her lips to separate them from the fully-haired mounds at the sides, then she mashed her mouth onto the moist softness of the clitoral shelter. Roz' whole pelvis shuddered, then the brunette's cunt began moving under her.
Sally wriggled her tongue-tip into the mass again, sucking gently on the surrounding pussy-flesh. Ecstatic croons, lewd encouragement, came from Roz. Her excitement growing with Roz' horny responses, Sally sucked harder, licking rhythmically over the tip, the astounding length, of the pearl-like fuckbutton.
When the rocking motions of the supine woman's hips reached a steady, rolling rate, Sally let her hands creep up the thighs to pull the pussylips further apart. She let her tongue run wetly up and down the slickness of the 'tweenflesh, then dove into the pinkness of the hole.
The textures of the cuntal opening, the swampy wetness of the walls, lured Sally back to dart her tongue deeply again and again. She teased around the circle of the opening, slithered back to the clit, then tongue-fucked Roz as hard, as deep as she could.
The growing moans Sally heard told her that Roz was beginning to cum. Sally found that her wide-open mouth could just contain the long clit as her tongue reamed the edges of the pussyhole.
Sally was so rapt with the cunty rockings and contractions in and around her mouth that she scarcely cared to breathe. Her face was already burrowing tighter into Roz' cunt when the brunette put her hands on the back of Sally's head, pushing the pussy-pleasing mouth tighter against her inflamed loins.
Sally found that the rocking fuck-motions Roz was arching against her face meant that she'd only to keep her lips and tongue glued to the bucking twat, and Roz' orgasm slowed, taking on the even beat of a cuntal cataclysm.
When the rocking slowed, stopped, Sally gave a last, long-writhing lick over the entire cuntal surface of Roz' gash, then raised her head to look at the prostrate woman.
Her nipples had flattened, now being just buttons on top of the hillocks of ceiling-pointing breasts, and Roz' head rested, mouth open and panting, flat on the mattress.
"Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus fucking God, Sally," Roz mumbled. "My poor fucking pussy is still cumming! I-I c-can't stop cumming!" Roz panted and moaned, then added, "I loved that, fucking shit, but I loved that head, Sally."
Sally crawled up between Roz' out-flung knees, lying on her side. She was just close enough to Roz that her tit rested on the woman's ribs, and her thighs lay along Roz' belly and over the wet, slowly undulating cunt.
The contact inflamed Sally again, the brief quenching of Roz' orgasm fading. She felt the pussyjuices on her face and smelled the thick musk of the woman's cunt on her lips.
Roz flung an arm around Sally, rolling to kiss her, tasting her own cuntal secretions on the young blonde's lips. As Sally rolled onto her back, Roz put one long thigh between Sally's and rubbed it-gainst the woman-child's pussy.
Sally was shockingly aware of the smooth skin rubbing the lips of her hot, moist cunnie. Her mouth opened to the kiss, and her free hand went to stroke Roz' pale, rounded asscheeks.
At the touch, Roz pressed her wet loins hard against Sally, trying to maul the girl's cuntflesh into orgasm with her thigh. Feeling the rocking, moving response of the other's pelvis, Roz broke the mouth-searing, intense kiss, saying, "Stay there, Sally, I'll be right back."
When Roz stood, Sally swung her legs up onto the thin mattress, watching her every move. The firm, white-blazed span of Roz' ass seemed to light the dim room as she strode to a desk.
Roz returned, round titties like glowing lights as the dusk fell outside. The vee of her pussy rippled as she walked the few steps back to the bed.
There was something in Roz' left hand, and ajar of something in her right. She snapped the lid from the jar and began greasing what looked like a misshapen boomerang. Sally felt the realization hit her like a blow in the gut. Roz was lubricating a double dildo!
The object looked like two erect penises, joined with a flat plate between. The mock-cocks vee'd upward, and Sally watched in wonder as Roz began inserting one in her pussy.
Sally watched Roz squat slightly, spreading the lips of her pussy with two fingers. She held the device by the plate in the center, and Sally goggled as the long, thick tool slid deep into the other woman's cunt.
The thought of that pussy she'd just been sucking and kissing being filled with a dildo excited Sally incredibly. The sinking, sickly feeling at the pit of her stomach turned into a cunty ache to have Roz cover her, fuck her with the thick bludgeon that rose from her bush.
Sally moaned, spreading her cuntlips with her fingers. Roz was obviously getting hotter as the thing moved inside her private channel, bobbing with the motion of crawling onto the bed.
"Yes, please, fuck me, please fuck me, dear Roz," Sally chanted. The brown-nippled tits hanging over her face excited Sally, the sight bringing back the feeling of those globes in her hands, pressed against her own large, soft breasts.
The heavy dong touched the entrance to her pussy, and Sally involuntarily tightened her cuntal sphincter. Roz began caressing her huge breasts, murmuring to her, and Sally felt the muscles loosen.
The combination of the horny dew that dampened her cunt and the lubricant on the head of the dildo eased its glide into her pussy. Sally rocked her hips up to meet the tool, wanting Roz to hurry and lower herself onto Sally's eager body.
The slow slide of the device tantalized Sally, and she began circling with her hips, trying to urge Roz deeper, faster, against her cunt. She heard herself pleading again, pleading for the fuck.
She felt a stretching inside, a pressure far up in her belly, and it moved in the slow circles her rolling loins imparted. Her thighs were spread wide, and Sally put her hands on Roz' ass, caressing the soft, silken skin as she pulled her down onto her crotch.
With a sudden shock of intense fuck-pleasure, Sally realized the purpose of the plate that rose in the crotch of the twin-dicked device. A knobby projection pressed dead center on her clit as Roz and the dildo came to rest fully against the young blonde's pussy.
Both women gasped as the horny toy filled both pussies to cunt-pleasing capacity. Sally wrapped her calves around Roz' opened thighs, hugged her titties close, and the pair began rocking back and forth on the hot fulcrum of the joined pussies.
Sally felt the naked breasts mashing into hers, felt the fuck-toy moving in her cunnie, and watched Roz smile down at her. Tears came to Sally's eyes, blurring her vision, as Roz kissed her mouth.
Both women felt the counterpoint circling of the dildo, the clit-probing urgency of the little knobs, and their fucking gained momentum as their hands flew over one another's body.
Sally was gasping, cursing, licking and sucking at any part of Roz she could reach. Her cunt seemed to be encompassing the whole room as the heat of Roz' flesh burned into her, the pressure of their merged loins grew and faded, grew and faded again.
Sally pressed on Roz' asscheeks again, kneaded them, molded the springy flesh into shapes of sexy abandon. Roz was raising her torso now and again, smiling ferociously down into Sally's face. When the small tits rose, Sally looked at them, raising her head to lick toward the long nipples, but she couldn't rise far enough to tongue them.
Sally kept her legs twined around the Other woman's, forcing the pussies to stay close as the women rocked around the hard device that impaled each of their cunts. When Roz arched up again, Sally looked down over the deep valley between her tits, and saw the dark cunthair mingled with her own blonde bush where the marvelous device joined and reamed both cunts.
Sally began pulling her hips back, then rolling forward, watching the dark base of the dildo move in and out of her pussy. Each time the knob came into contact with her clit, she ground her cunt upward harder, then pulled back further. Roz was stroking the dick-fake in and out of Sally's cunt now, smiling down at the young girl as Sally watched the banging grow more and more fevered.
Both women were soaked with fucksweat now, and Roz knew that Sally's climax was approaching, coming upon them like a juggernaut. There was no way of delaying it, and Roz let the knowledge bring her own sensations to a higher pitch, falling into a strong, hard, corkscrewing rhythm of fuckstrokes.
Sally saw Roz lower her belly, then her tits, down onto her. The motion in her pussy absorbed her, drew her awareness down into her juicy, moving, overheated crotch, and the dam burst as Roz suddenly plunged a well-greased finger into her rectum.
Sally screamed, feeling the finger sliding up and down, the dildo circling deep in her gut, the knob rolling the sensitive clit from side to side. She knew, but only barely, that Roz was cumming on top of her, knew by the matched, deep convulsions that ground their cunts together. She couldn't tell which of them was begging God, cursing, pleasing for a stop, an end to the cunt-shaking ferocity of the orgasm.
After what seemed like hours of raw-throated begging, Sally felt her consciousness returning from the overwhelming awareness of her fuckzones. She smelled cunt in the air, hanging like a cloud around the two women, felt sweat rolling on her skin, dripping from Roz onto her shoulders.
Both were still whimpering, breathing harshly, heavily, and the even contractions of cumming still moved in their pussies. Sally felt Roz stir, her weight lessening on her chest, and focused her eyes to see the beautiful brunette fall onto her side, dildos still joining the two pulsing, orgasmic pussies.
CHAPTER NINE
Sally moved her hips, letting Roz recline on her thigh, smiling over at the older woman. She touched Roz' face, feeling the love of complete cuntal fulfillment, then moved her hand to her cunt.
Sally shook when she tried to pull the dildo from her cunt, then Roz pulled her hips back a little and the device popped free. She threw a sigh of wonderment. "Roz, that was the most super fuck I've ever had! Where in the hell did you get that sonofabitch?"
"David made it for me," the brunette replied. "I told him I wanted a dildo just like his cock and one just like Seth's, so he made it all in one and I keep it here in my study."
Sally looked at the end protruding from Roz' glistening bush. "That does look like Seth's dick. Does he know you put his cock into other women?"
"No, honey," Roz answered, giggling. "He doesn't even know that they're both down here, in one piece. I thought, you know, after you ate me, that you would like me to fuck you with his, especially after the noises you two were making this morning."
"Thank you, dear Roz," Sally said, bending to kiss her. Sally's hand played along Roz' side as she went on. "May I take it out of you?"
"Of course, darling. You can do anything you want with me," Roz said. "You're the first girl I've wanted in years, and you are the hottest woman I've ever known. I can understand why Seth brought you home."
Sally felt a cozy warmth fill her as Roz spoke. A smile spread across her features, and she squeezed the brunette's hand before touching the thoroughly-wet dildo.
Roz rolled onto her back as Sally marveled at the length and thickness of the phallus she drew from the distended lips of Roz' pussy. David's cock was an enchantingly large weapon, to be sure. Sally was delighted and scared at the same time when the huge, heart-shaped head finally hove into view. That massive meat she'd seen this morning advertised no more while limp than it could deliver when hard.
"My God, Roz, how can you put this thing into yourself?" Sally boggled. "It's so thick!"
Sally turned the device over in her hand and marveled, trying to imagine the stretching her pussy would feel if David were to try to make love to her.
"It scared me the first time David went to bed with me," Roz admitted, "but I got used to it soon enough. He really gets me hot first and then I'm ready for anything."
Sally had come to feel so relaxed with Roz, so much at ease, that she pointed the massive head at her pussy and began to push it against the cum-tightened hole. "It's impossible," she stated, "absolutely impossible."
Roz laughed. "It's not, and you might find that out someday. Not any day that I'm horny for him, but someday."
Sally blushed. She'd known this woman for less than twenty-four hours, and here she was, trying to push a replica of her husband's cock into her pussy, while the lady offered her the real cock!
A knock sounded on the door to the study. Sally dropped the dildo as David called, "Anybody home? I have some refreshments if you ladies are thirsty."
Roz cocked an eyebrow at Sally, then waved her panic away when the girl began frantically casting about for her clothes. "I could drink anything, honey. Come on in."
Roz sat up, giving Sally's hand a reassuring clasp as the door opened. Sally struggled to compose herself, wondering what David would think, but she realized when his cheery smile followed the tray into the room.
"Well, I'm sure you ladies will be happy to know that your chef and bottle washer has completed a huge, commercially viable masterpiece of deathless art today," David announced, ignoring their nakedness. "I just wish they weren't going to put the name of that fucking mortuary all over the billboards it's going on."
Sally giggled. David stopped, one-handing the tray, and kissed Roz. The older woman patted the mattress beside her, and David sat between the two, placing the tray in his lap. "Beer or lemonade, Sally? I already know what Roz is having," opening a bottle and handing it to his wife.
"I think I'd like a beer too," Sally said tentatively. David opened another, handed it to her, and set the tray behind them. Turning back, he took a swig from his own bottle, then draped an arm over each woman's shoulders.
"God-damn," he drawled, "but it makes me feel good to wrap up a couple grand in sales this early in the week. I might even take you two abandoned huzzies out to dinner tonight, if Roz can keep some clothes on long enough."
"We could go to a bottomless bar," Roz said, winking at Sally, "then we could eat out and not have to dress for it."
"Nope." He snapped one of Roz' garters. "Your outfit's all wrong. Besides, why should I pay a premium to look at nekkid women-might as well stay at home for that."
Sally was enjoying the banter, reflecting on how different things had been ... only three days ago, when she'd left to visit Bill! The warmth that welled up in her gave her the impetus to lean over and kiss David quickly on the cheek. "I'll dress for dinner-they wouldn't let me into a bar, anyway."
"Excellent, Sally. I'm glad to see that someone around here has sense enough to take up an offer from a gentleman. Now if your sister in sin, here," his twinkle belying the words, "can see the point, we'll call ahead to have a peasant roasting on a spit somewhere." David considered for a moment, then, "No, if Seth is coming, I'd better make that two peasants."
"Where is Seth?" Sally asked. "I'd expected to see him here when we came in."
"Oh, he had a department meeting to go to, something about hiring another assistant professor," Roz answered. "That's why he had to be back in L.A. this week."
"Department meeting? You mean, like a-a school department?" Sally queried. "Why docs Seth have to go to a department meeting?"
"It's his ... Oh. Seth didn't tell you what he does," Roz said as the light dawned. "My horny handyman cousin is a professor in economics at USC."
"Omigod! No!" Sally couldn't believe what Roz was telling her.
"Oh my God, yes," David answered. "I always enjoyed the idea that Seth was teaching economics and getting grants to squander hitchhiking around the country. He should'a been a plumber-at least then he could find some work on the road."
"Knock it off, David. Sally is going to go to SC this fall. I think it was shitty of Seth not to tell her he teaches there."
"No, really, Roz, I don't mind, I don't care about that. He didn't even know where I was going to school. I-I'm just surprised," Sally said.
"I still think he should have told you, instead of putting on that happy-go-lucky-rambler crap," Roz reiterated.
"Well, don't worry about that now, honey," David said. "Let's all go upstairs and clean up for dinner. If Seth gets here before we go, then you can chew his ass about it."
"I guess you're right," the brunette grumbled. "Come on, Sally. Gather up your stuff and we'll go wash."
David stood, picked up the tray, and said, "If Sally would like, she can shower in our bathroom, honey."
Sally stood, her clothes dangling from her arms, looking from one to the other. The look Roz was giving David was even, calculating, and David simply smiled. Suddenly Roz lit up, throwing her arms around her husband, kissing him.
"Easy, Roz! Don't spill the lemonade!"
"Fuck the lemonade, you old pirate. I love you!" Roz burbled. Sally didn't know why, but she felt the brief worry inside dissolve, blow away like smoke. Roz kissed David again, then spun, throwing her arms around surprised Sally. "You're part of the family now, darlin', and wait till you see this shower!" Roz kissed the amazed girl, then kissed her again, deeply, warmer than the first time. "Come on upstairs, Sally. We are all going on the town tonight!"
Sally followed Roz to the foot of the stairs, feeling confused, loved and apprehensive all at once. She watched the deep-cleft buttocks shine as Roz ran up the stairs two at a time. Sally followed, catching a wink from David as she trotted up.
"I'll be up to join you hot little broads in a minute," David told her. Sally's pussy tingled, the size of his mock-cock dildo making her breath catch.
She followed Roz through the door of the master bedroom, feeling the sensual decor, the huge bed, like a weight in her belly. Her pussy felt wrung out, but very ready for a real, hot-blooded cock after the double-fuck she and Roz had enjoyed.
Roz was waiting for the young blonde, one hand on the knob of the closed door as the girl walked through the room. Sally was walking slowly, her head turning from side to side. The leather-cuffed chains clipped to the bedposts frightened and excited her, much as had Seth's brutal fucking by the pond. The carved figures on the little doors of the headboard, the cabinets, showed an endless variety of lewd positions, hinted acts of almost unbearable eroticism.
The dim light, heavier than in the studio below, gave a moist eagerness to Sally's eyes. The very air, clinging and caressing in the fuckroom, seemed to lap like tongues of horny necessity on her glowing skin. The room stunned Sally, and she could see the effect in the returning gleam of lewdness in Roz' eyes.
The shaft of light from the bathroom lanced across the bedroom rug. Sally saw her naked reflection, the upthrust breasts, the blonde-shadowed cunnie, in the mirrored walls on two sides. The cream-yellow walls under the skylight seemed to expand the room, drawing the eyes to the darker alcove in the far corner.
A flick of a switch lit the shower, and Sally saw the dazzle of the showerheads within the near-circular alcove. The mirrored reflection of Roz slipped in, the puffy pinkness of her labia making Sally blush with renewed heat in the suddenly-brighter light.
"You like it, Sally?" Roz asked, going on to say, "David and I designed this for play-I love feeling him all slippery and wet with me."
Images of the couple, naked, in all the dimly-seen positions from the bedroom, cascaded through Sally's mind. A shiver ran from her nipples to her clit. "I love it, Roz. It must be fantastic in here!" She turned to Roz and put her arms around the brunette.
"Yes, darling, sweet, busty darling," Roz murmured into Sally's flowing hair, "it is fantastic, and you're going to find out." Roz kissed the girl's forehead and stepped back from the embrace.
Sally could hardly believe the way the heat in her loins kept building as she watched the older woman slowly, carefully, unhook the garters. The small, ivory breasts hung swaying, framing the cuntal zone when Roz stripped first one, then the other smoky nylon from her long, tapered legs. As each foot rose and the hosiery whispered off, the dewy brown bush parted and the rosy-pink petals of Roz' pussy gleamed. A memory of tonguing that delectable pussy shivered from Sally's mouth to her pussy, and both juicy young portals drooled.
Roz straightened, rubbing one naked foot along her calf. "Yes," she purred, unclasping the belt and letting it fall. Like a wind-bent sapling, she swayed near to Sally again, letting her finally-naked belly and thighs caress the girl. oally nearly began cumming again with the soft, insistent touches. Her head was buzzing as lewd sensations flooded every nerve. The silky feel of the hose had aroused her when Roz and she had been impaled by the dildoes, but now the smoothness of womanflesh aroused new flames in her thighs. The ache of her cuntal zone was fanned by Roz' cool skin, and Sally began circling her center against the brunette.
"Oh, Roz, Oh, I think I'm cumming again, Roz," Sally whimpered. "Oh, God, Roz, help me, help me cum!"
Sally felt the woman's slim fingers caressing her asscheeks, pressing her pubic arch more firmly against the thigh that rose against the girl's hot mound. A short wave of cuntal pulsations overcame her, not the pussy-pounding beat of the dildo-fucking, but a momentary release of her lewd tension.
"Oh, honey, dear Roz," Sally muttered, letting her head sink onto Roz' chest. "You're so good."
"And you're so hot," Roz smiled. "Let's start on that shower now." She turned the naked girl gently, steering her to the doorless enclosure. The two women looked at one another in the mirrors, smiles of gratification on their faces.
"Hello, dear," Sally heard. The door was opening to show David's smiling head leaning in, and again she felt a twinge of worry, mixed with wonder about that bludgeon of cockmeat the slight man carried.
CHAPTER TEN
"Well, shall we get wet, ladies?" David asked. He closed the door behind him, and Sally clung to Roz' waist. The mirror showed him naked, and the half-hard cock that waved with his steps amazed the girl. The blondish mat of hair around the unit contrasted with the fleshy tones of the organ. Sally moved toward the shower, tugging Roz with her as she approached, the huge dick swelling in jerky pulses as David moved.
The real thing seemed to be growing even bigger than the dildo she'd seen. The rod stood straight out now, and the glans was beginning to push through the foreskin, glistening like a blind eye that watched her pussy. Hunger and an achy urge to engulf the mass fought with Sally's trepidation. She saw a smile of assured anticipation on David's face, and Roz' arm hugged the girl a little tighter.
"Come on in here with us, honey," Roz said, turning to face him when the girls were inside the shower. The smooth terazzo in the nook was colder to Sally's feet than the tiles outside had been, and the lamps above warmed her shoulders and breasts with a flush like the heat of her arousal. "I think little Sally wants your good, hard wand."
"Y-yes, I do, David-but, but it...." Sally's voice trailed off.
He smiled and stepped into the nook. "It's okay, baby. Roz and I will make sure you're very ready, won't we, Roz?"
"Of course, dears." Roz smiled warmly at Sally, then began turning on taps and faucets all around them. The hiss and splatter of the water began.
"Ahh!" Sally gasped as the first icy jets made her pink nipples crinkle. She somehow cherished the goose bumps of the cold as rose among the goose bumps of her horniness. "Mmhmmm," as the water warmed sluicing the sweat of the women's lewd exertions from her torso. "This is nice. I'm glad I can be here with you two."
"We're glad, too, Sally," Roz said, putting arms around each of them. "I'm really happy that I found another girl who likes sex as much as I do, and David can't be too bloody disappointed."
"Not at all, girls, but I hope Seth stays around to keep you off my back." He smiled, and Sally knew he was only half-serious-his massive cockstand told her that.
It was only the third hard cock she'd ever seen, and the first really big one. She dropped a hand to caress the wet organ, and David's belly tensed. The joint seemed as thick as her wrist, and Sally's breath caught as her fingers tried to span the hugeness below the head.
"My god, David! You're huge-that dildo doesn't do you justice!" the blonde exclaimed. "And these balls-I can't believe them!" Sally rubbed the massive head against her upper labia, panting as she imagined the full force of the knob battering into her cunt.
"He sculpted it, Sally-I wanted a casting, but David said he didn't want to compete with himself to fuck me." Roz laughed, then added, "There's no phony cock that could compete with him!"
"This is no time for chitchat, honey," David said, plucking a squeeze bottle from a recess in the wall. "Why don't we get our new little woman ready for some loving."
Sally reluctantly let go of the cock when Roz plucked at her arm, straightening her stance. David poured a viscid goo from the bottle, handing it to Roz. The clinging slipperiness on his hands ran over her shoulders, across the top of her back, and Sally felt the sexy flattery in his touch.
She recognized the gentle slimness of Roz' hands across the rest of her back, down to her rounded cheeks. Four hands were sliding smoothly over her body, kneading her large round breasts, sleeking over her waist. Sally let her elbows move from her sides, moved her feet apart, and gave over to the lingering caresses that sought out every erogenous zone she possessed.
The sudsy body shampoo covered her glowingly fair skin, and the slickness of David's hand as it ran up her cuntal mound shocked her senses. When she involuntarily reached for his waist, Roz put the bottle in her hand.
Sally clutched it, knowing she was becoming a hot, cunty automaton, abandoning herself to the feelings that flooded her. She squirted the goo into her palm, and, her mouth hanging sensuously open, began lathering David's chest in a daze of overloaded sensation.
The hands behind her crept around, cupping her breasts, rubbing the undersides. Sally's shoulders swayed in time to the kneading, and the older woman's hands forced the firm titties upward.
The unmistakable length of Roz' incredible nipples assaulted Sally's back, circling lightly, then pressing as the firm roundness of the brunette's tits mashed out against her. David's hands still kneaded her belly, the firm muscles of her thighs, and spread her labia with the pulling massage of thumbs over her pubic arch.
"Oh, Sally, Sally, I love these titties," Roz moaned in her ear. "Give me your beautiful, big titties, darling."
Sally turned at the sound, reluctantly. The hands that had been running over her pussy plucked the bottle from her, and Roz' mouth mashed against her lips. The sounds of the splashing water grew in volume, but David had turned the multiple heads away from the soap-slicked bodies.
Sally had Roz glued to her lips, their two tongues wrestling and probing, their tits sliding thickly across and around, over and against one another. Sally's pink nipples, her heavy breasts, almost hurt with the intensity of the soapy rubbing. She tried to make her titties reach out, grow even larger, to capture and maul the firm sexiness of Roz.
When Roz broke the kiss, Sally opened her eyes, seeing the heated eagerness in Roz' face. The water poured down around the trio, framing the brunette's loveliness in rushing silver. David's hands still slicked over her shoulders and back, and Sally reached behind for his cock.
Sally was trapped, happily trapped between lovely Roz and big-pricked David. She turned, one hand on his well-greased cock, one on Roz' crinkly cuntal bush. The three moved together, and Sally felt the huge stiffness of his dick against her thigh.
"I-I don't know what to do," Sally panted. "I want both of you!"
Her pussy was tingling, hurting for David's massive root, but she wanted to make Roz cum too. Sally dropped to her knees. The brown bush, the crimson inner strips of Roz's labia were before her, and a tower of prick pulsed right next to the lovely, sensual vee of the woman's cunt. With a groan of frustrated lewdness, Sally moved her head from side to side, putting two fingers into Roz' pussy, stroking the skin on David's massive prickshaft. Finally, after long moments of horny indecision, Roz' hand pushed her head toward David's cockhead.
Sally felt a strange relief as she put her lips to the tip of the heart-shaped head. Water sheeted down the walls of the alcove as Roz' cunnie worked against her moving fingers. Sally could scarcely concentrate on the cocksucking, one hand rolling the low-hanging balls, the other feeling the slickness of Roz' cumjuice. She moved her hand up from the heaviness of David's sac to half-circle the thick shaft.
"Oh, little Sally, yes, lick it like that," she heard. "Do the whofe head, you little sweetheart."
Sally was trying to do the whole head, bobbing her lips up and down, circling her tongue under the foreskin. The sensitive ridge swelled and shrunk, letting her tongue caress the slightest of irregularities around its edge. Roz moved her cunt back from Sally's spasming fingers, and Sally sucked the head deeper, a pang at losing the touch of cunt in her suddenly free hand.
The meaty feel of the cap of skin as it slid in her
lips sent fire to Sally's cunt. Her head followed the root forward and down as David lay on his back, not wanting to lose this precious, jaw-straining fullness.
David's hands were at the back of Sally's head now, and the slipperiness of Roz' huge-nippled titties rupped up and down on her ass. Sally felt the involuntary bucking of her hips as Roz' fingers gripped the thigh-crease at each side of her muff. She was' cumming, cumming just from the slick titties on her ass and the stiff cock in her lips!
Her hips were burning back and forth as her mouthstrokes met the upward strokes of David's cock. The spongy knob was reaching the back of her throat now, and Sally peeled the foreskin back with her lips and tongue.
A strange buzzing noise seemed to start in her ears as she moved her ass, bumped the sensitive mounds against Roz' firm tits. Only when she loosened her lips to breathe around the thick cock that stroked in and out of her mouth did Sally realize that she moaned in joyous agony from her orgasm.
"Yes, Sally, cum, Sally, cum, baby," Roz urged, clasping the girl's hips tight against her breasts. "Keep cumming, keep on a little longer, please, darlin', please!"
"God, yes, Sally," David was responding. "Don't stop, don't stop, please baby," the chanting continued, keeping a rhythm with the hunching, the cockstrokes, and the waves of release that rocked Sally's loins. She heard her own grunts and moans matching them, one-two, mmm-hmm, oh God, mmm-hmm, the buzzing, humming sounds ran. Even her breathing, the prayerful begging in her head kept the rocking, swelling beat of the cum, moving, rolling, cumming.
The power of the waves faded, the rhythm stayed. Sally's cumming went on, lighter, more gently, and Roz released her hips. David sensed it too, and he let her head bob up, then pulled his heavy prick from her mouth.
Sally's head fell onto his thigh, she let herself roll onto her side. The power of the cum had gone, but the warm internal rolling kept tapering along. Her hand still jacked up and down on David's prick, but not so far now.
"Happy, Sally?" Roz asked, crawling on all fours alongside the couple. When the girl nodded, Roz stood, turning the showerhead to play on them all again. When the sprays were all reset, Roz lay down next to them, putting her head on David's cock.
"You too, honey?" David smiled.
"Yes, darling. Let's give Sally a little show-that should warm her up before you fuck her," Roz answered, winking at the fair-skinned woman-child. "If she doesn't mind seeing me go off on you, that is."
Sally felt the clenching heat in her belly again. "I-I don't mind at all, Roz." She snuck her hand down to her own pussy, rubbing up and down along the blonde-furred lips.
"Good, Sally. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do," Roz said, with a carnivorous grin. She bent to suck quickly at David's cockhead, then sat up, tugging at his arm.
Sally watched as they both stood, David a couple of inches shorter than the lissome brunette. The young girl sat up, putting her back against the wet wall to watch the pair beneath the hissing torrent.
The heat lamp overhead made the water sparkle as it poured down, never concealing a detail of the two horny bodies. The shaded hollows of Roz' curves, the underlining of David's muscles, were shimmeringly lit by reflections from the bright walls of the circular niche, and the individual trickles on the flesh gathered the eye to delight in the slickness of the down-tracing paths.
Roz and David stood in profile, facing one another. Her pointy-tipped breasts showed a flush in the alabaster area the sun hadn't known, a flush of sensual anticipation. Sally had to stretch her legs full length on the floor to ease her pussy as the tall, willowy brunette moved against the massive prick that sprung from David's sodden cockbush. The backlighting from the tiled wall showed the erotic tip of the woman's tongue as it reached toward David's open mouth, the opening flare of Roz' lips as she covered his mouth. The semi-silhouette of her long-nippled breasts meeting, then mashing against the man's chest put a breath-stopping lump in Sally's throat.
Roz turned on the ball of one foot as her cuntal area contacted David's glans. He moved with the turn, and Sally ogled the wide band of pale assflesh Roz showed, sensually lifting her knee to David's waist. The two heads were rocking together, the tongues obviously wringing all the slippery pleasure possible from the kiss.
David's heavy ball-sac showed at the base of Roz' asscleft, droplets of shower-water running off the beard of male hair that hung from his scrotum. The base of the shaft was visible, and Sally began touching her cunnie as the thick blue vein bulged under Roz' rocked-forward pussy.
Roz had one arm hooked around her husband's neck, her raised knee bent around his waist. Sally gasped with excited wonder as the brunette reached down, behind her ivory buttocks, and grasped the stalk of his cock. On tiptoe, Roz pulled, and the crimson end of the dick showed, its length running along her pussy to protrude between the cheeks of her ass.
Sally marveled at the rigid weapon that was pointed straight at her, marveled at the feelings Roz must be experiencing. Her own hand plunged downward, wrist pressing the clitmound, her fingers running to the puckered ring of her rectum. She watched as the other woman's hips began a rocking movement, almost feeling the coarseness of David's cockbush against her own belly. The juices were flowing in her pussy, and her cuntal area began arching toward the couple.
Roz was caressing the underside of David's cock, pressing it against her cleft. The knob was visibly swelling, and a whitish drop, definitely not from the shower, was collecting at the very tip.
Sally wanted to go and tongue the drop off his cockhead, but she felt obligated to just watch. Her hand was moving harder, pressing her pussylips as she watched. When Roz lifted her hips again and inserted the wide head, Sally made little whimpering noises in her throat, slipping two fingertips into her cuntal opening.
"Unhh, oh, David!" Roz crooned. The spear of his prick was slowly entering her private channel, slicing up into the cuntal hollow, and Sally ached to see it disappearing from her sight. Roz swung her other leg up, around his waist, and Sally had a perfect view as the broad stem slid between the indented lips of the brunette's pussy.
"Rrrahhz," David growled, rocking forward to force the meaty organ further into her. "Hot, wet Roz ... "
The sac moved toward Sally and her other hand moved to her clitzone. The sinuous motion of the couple's rocking hips, the pure lasciviousness of the sight, made drops of icy need collect in Sally's cunt. She rolled the pearl of her clit between her fingers, letting the other hand stretch at the moistened ring of her pussymouth. Her shoulders were sliding down the wall as Sally tried to open herself further, tried to feel the thick mass that was now imbedded in Roz' pussy.
The cockshaft seemed to be slowly withdrawing from the brown-furred cunnie. Sally knew her jaw was slack, knew her breathing was harsh as she saw the frilly pinkness of Roz' inner labia unfolding, clinging to the base of David's slow-pulling member. Gradually, fraction by fraction, the shaft showed more and more as the welded hips rocked in a slow, almost painful backstroke. The wide-stretched petals of the brunette's shining crimson pussy showed more and more, the indent under the upstretched foreskin came into view, then, poise for a brief second, the cock rammed home.
Sally cried out, almost able to feel the impact high inside her belly. The swiftness of the combined strokes was like a jolt of electricity in her loins. Sally had to close her eyes as the slow withdrawal started again, savoring her vision on the poised loins and the slicing speed of the recoupling.
Sally lay panting, legs spread wide in the shower. When she dared look again, the couple's hips were grinding together in tight, closed, slit-burning circles. Roz had thrown her head back, arms around David's shoulders, and she was supported by his strong cock and the tensed hands that cupped her buttocks.
"Oh, David, Davie, sweet fucker! Don't you dare stop that," Roz was chanting. "Don't you stop fucking me till I'm done cumming, you big-dicked bastard."
Sally found the chant exciting her even more. Without even prodding her clit, she found herself beginning to cum again. When David lowered his face to lick and suck at Roz' nipples, Sally threw her legs wide and squeezed, stroked at her own melon-like breasts. Her knees were drawn up and the warm jet of water from one of the showerheads caressed her wide-open pussy. Her clit was unhooded by its stillness, and each drop kissed the sensitive tip like a blow.
Sally lay on the floor, watching the lucking, just beyond her feet. Her hips rolled and circled as she kept cumming, still kneading at her beautiful titties. David was saying, "Slow down, honey, slow down ... Roz, save some, I have to save some, baby, please...."
"Yes, save it for me, David, save some ... Roz, save some of him for me," Sally heard herself whimpering. She wanted that veritable bludgeon of thick, phallic manhood to pierce her deep, deeper than she'd known before. The water rushing in her ears, flowing over her skin, made her aware of every sensitive spot over her body. It seemed to Sally that she'd been cumming for hours, she'd lost track of her orgasms, but still she hungered for David's cock.
"I'll save it, I'll save him for you, Sally," Roz mumbled. Sally could see that the circling motions of her pussy on the impaling rod had grown shallower, less intense. She still was locked around his waist, still grinding against his pubic arch, but Roz had straightened her neck, gained some post-cum control again. "Would you like to see David fuck me in my ass, Sally?" Roz asked, turning to look over her shoulder at the girl.
"Ohhh, oh no, Roz! You couldn't stand that thing in there!" Sally whimpered, imagining the painfully erotic stretching of the huge member in her own most private rectum. The thought of seeing the thick pole disappearing into Roz' ass made Sally's now-constant cumming increase in intensity. She remembered how delightfully elastic the puckered muscle had been when she'd been eating the older woman, when Sally had probed it with the finger that had set off Roz' tremendous cumburst. The tender springiness couldn't possibly take that!
"He's so good at fucking my asshole, Sally-I cum and cum every time he gets even just the head into me! Every single way David fucks me I blow my mind, honey." Roz and David had returned to profile now, and Sally watched, almost jealously, as the woman mashed her tits against his chest again.
Sally could hardly tell what she was jealous of, though-whether it was of the pussy she'd kissed so fervently that afternoon, or the heavy cock that was now so far up into it. She writhed, moving her splayed legs on the slick terrazzo, wanting to have her cunnie filled by him, wanting Roz to be holding her close at the same time.
Sally pushed her eager pussy at the couple, and watched in suspense as Roz levered herself off of David's cock. The stiff organ was glistening with the woman's cuntal juices, a heavier shine than the still-beating water had glazed the pair's body with. The friction of the fucking had engorged the knob, making it a deep purple-red color that flamed at her eyes. Stiffly curved in profile, the out-thrust member riveted Sally's attention.
She wanted to make herself as sexy, as attractive as possible on the floor. Sally rocked her loins upward, letting her erect clit feel the caress of the water as she pressed her breasts together, upward at him. Sally wanted his cock, and she made a mouth-opened gesture as if she were sucking his cock into her lips. The youthful lines of her lace distorted into the eagerness of a horny woman, begging as sensually as she knew how for a good screw.
Roz and David pulled apart, turning toward the lush blonde where she lay wantingly on the floor. David walked toward her, and Sally stared helplessly up at him, watching the bobbing of his big dick.
She wanted him. Sally felt the need all through her person, lancing from her erect, pink nipples to engulf her entire cuntal zone in chilling fire. She was only barely conscious of Roz, who watched David's approach towards the buxom woman-child. Roz had one hand on each breast, and the cock looming over her seemed the center of the universe.
Now David knelt over her spread-eagled body, one hand reaching for her breast. A skillful hand spread her inner labia further apart, and the cockhead approached her eagerly wanting pussy. Sally's constant cum-shivers ceased, the energy building inside her as the broad end of David's massive organ touched against the moist ring of her cuntal sphincter.
"Please, please now, David," Sally whimpered. In seventeen years she'd never wanted anything as badly as she wanted to feel his cock coming into her private channel. "Please take me now!"
Sally rocked her hips upward, making the fleshy end of his member begin to force its stretching way into her lust-wet cunnie. She'd never felt any cock so hot, so slick, or so big ease so gently and forcefully into her pussy. The knob seemed to keep spreading and spreading the walls of her cuntal tube, opening the inner lips of her pussy to new width.
She was biting her lower lip, squeezing her titties with her hands as the knob passed the tightness at the very mouth of her pussy. Sally was frantic with the delicious wonder of the fullness the big, slow-moving cock was filling her with. The ring of cuntal muscle expected to close down around the manly narrowness beneath the head, but Sally gasped in pleased surprise as the bunched foreskin forced the sphincter open again. The head had seemed as big as an apple when it had carefully slipped in, and the collar that was David's foreskin seemed even bigger as it spread the most sensitive part of her cuntal channel.
"Oh, David, I love your prick, I love the way it feels there," Sally panted. "I never felt anything like it!"
The collar slid past the tightening ring of her pussy-sphincter, and the corkscrewing motion of the stiffness that filled her made Sally gasp. "David, dear dear David-I-oh, I think I'm going to...."
"Yes, Sally, little girl, yes, come on," she heard, as his fingertip pressed the clitridge at the base of her belly. "Cum for us, Sally, let loose, honey. It's ... all right, okay, YES!"
The biggest cum of the whole day burst in her loins. It seemed like her pelvis was blooming, spreading like a gigantic flower to engulf him. The finger on her clittie, caressing her labia, drove her crazy, making her hump, arch her back, and Sally was amazed at the harsh, animal noises that rasped in her throat.
The hard thickness of David's precisely-controlled manhood was the mainstay of Sally's feeling, the center around which her cataclysmic orgasm swirled and exploded. A tiny part of Sally's brain boggled: "He's not even clear into my pussy yet, and that wonderfull dick is driving me crazy." Aloud, all she could say was, "More, more, please fuck me more, David!"
When the intensity of the massive cumquake slackened for a moment, when Sally's eyes could open, her fingers uncurled from the cunty spasms that racked her loins, tears flooded her face. Sally's friend, Sally's beautiful, brown-skinned love, Roz, was kneeling naked over the couple.
"Oh, Roz, migod, it's-it's beautiful," Sally sobbed, her sodden eyes pleading. "He's so beautiful!"
"I know, honey, I know," the brunette smiled down at the cock-speared teenager. "My David's fantastic."
"My ladies arc fantastic," David interjected, his thick phallus still moving deeper into Sally's orgasmic flesh. "Both my hot ladies are fantastic bedmates, fantastic little fuckers."
Sally watched, aware of the harder pulse of David's cock-strokes, as the two kissed, then felt the wet warmth of Roz' mouth again. The two women's tongues wrestled as the marvelous impaling wand of David's cock wound deeper into Sally's pussy.
"Jesus, you two, you wonderful two people-I love this," Sally told them. "I love having David moving like that inside me and I love kissing you, Roz. I want this to go on forever!"
"Just slow down, Sally, move nice and easy and it can go on a lot longer," David husked. "Your little pussy almost bust my gun, honey, and between the two of you, I can hardly keep it in."
"I want to feel it, David," the girl replied, "I want to feel you cum in me."
"And I want to watch it, darling," Roz added, stroking the couple.
Sally was feeling thrilling sensations in parts of her body she'd never been aware of as Roz and David both stroked her, caressed her. Her skin became as alive as her pussy, and all her internal organs seemed to feel the thick hardness of the long member that stretched that private channel to new depth.
"Ah-ah, uh, is-is that m-my cervix that-that you're-OHH, GAWD! DAVID! GOD!" the shriek ripped from her throat. The heavy nudging at the mouth of her womb bumped inside her belly in an almost painful ecstasy, a novel fulfillment.
The cock was still probing deeper and Sally heard his assent. "Yes, that's it-right ... here, this right ... here," and each "here" matched the bumping as David's glans circled and prodded around the center of that exquisite new feeling.
The glans passed it, the womb moved in rhythm, feeling the still deepening strokes as Roz locked her mouth onto Sally's. Sally's earlobes, her cheeks were sending cum-flashes down into her pussyflesh. The older woman's hands held her face, fingertips arousing the carlobes, the delicate flesh behind them, and even the girl's teeth felt the eroticism in Roz' tongue.
Thoughts had ceased fleeting in the blonde's mind, driven out by the intensity of her passionate sensations. Her whole body was receptive, an open mass of soft, sensual nerves. At last, Sally felt David's fingers leave the puffy moistness of her upper labia, trailing upward through the soft, crinkly blonde thatch, over her belly. Her tongue meshed and fluttered against Roz' mouth, and the whole weight of the other woman's husband ground against her pubic arch.
Sally had never been pierced so deeply or so well. The bone-hard shaft pressed her womb, the foreskin slid back and forth to cover and uncover her most hidden mouth. Her buttocks slid on the slick floor with the enduring length of the slow, sensual strokes of David's member. The shaft seemed to have her spine nailed to the floor. Long, lewd, circling motions joined the hips of the couple, just as the lascivious motions of the other woman's tongue laved all the feeling in and around Sally's mouth.
The virile weight of his chest was cushioned by the firm masses of her large, lovely breasts. Even flat on her back, the cleft between the titties was tight-pressed, and Sally weaved, rocking her shoulders, to try swallowing the man's entire torso with her bosom.
"Ohgawd, ohmy, David, I'm starting again," Sally said when Roz pulled away from the kiss. "I'm swallowing all of you, honey, every goddam bit of you."
"Yes, baby, take it, take it all," Roz said, her mouth opening lewdly as she watched her husband fucking the young girl. "Give her all that dick, honey, make her cum good, make her cum hard," the brunette added.
"Yes, baby, yes, girls, I'm gonna luck good, Sally. I've got all of it into her now, Roz, and I'm gonna keep it there until I cum." David was breathing heavily, his whole body was arching and curving with the hunch-moves. The muscles of his chest flexed and slackened on Sally's bosom, and when his cock reached the very pit of her pussy channel, David felt like a granite statue, a mountain of virility pressing her to the floor.
Sally felt the changes in her body, felt the flow of her sensation becoming unbearable. Her belly was tensing with the deep rocking of the screw, her asscheeks froze and melted, and the female tongue darting all over her face sent bolts of icy pleasure to her loins. Her hands pressed David's buttocks, pulling him into her opened crotch.
"Make it now, make it now, David," Sally whimpered. "I need it now, I can't STAND IT! PLEASE, PLEASE, HONEY, YOU'VE GOT TO!"
"Hold on, Sally, hold on," David grunted. "Just keep cumming, keep your pussy milking at me, pull it out, yess, yesss," as Sally worked her cuntal grip around the stalk of his thick tool. "You know it, that's what I need, baby, the way your pussy does it, yes, keep on."
Sally was amazed, amazed at the length and power of her cum-bursts, amazed at the rigidity within and above her. Her legs locked around his thighs, tightening on them the way her pussy clasped on his cock. His male tension stiffened him, so stiff that it seemed to Sally that her limbs were wrapped around a world of cock. Her belly welded to the phallic presence, and her skin was flowering into a gigantic, opening fold of cuntflesh.
The wetness of the shower and the slimy lewdness of the other woman's tongue contrasted, feeling like an ambrosial mix of Sally's own private juices and the thick heaven of jism oozing on her girly flesh.
"I'm a cunt, your cunt, David," Sally whimpered, "and you're fucking me so good! Baby, baby I'm just all cunt and I want you to keep fucking all of me, ALL of me!" Her entire body was wrapped up around him, pulsing against his stony hardness.
Sally was cumming, cumming from the crampy tightness of her curled toes, up the length of her smooth legs to the center of cunty sensation. The pearly tenderness of her clit burned, tingled where the wet bellies ground together, and the electric bursts of climax ran like storm surf back and forth along her limbs. Her head, her mouth centered more orgasmic feeling, lips slackly wet as she gasped for Roz' tongue to plunge in the fuckrhythm that convulsed her body.
The sucking, grinding wetness of the fleshy couplings at each sensual orifice went on and on, the space between seeming to contract and expand until the white-hot furnaces of her femaleness burned like an Arctic sun. Merged, joined Sally's existence became a flow of heat, ice, cum-slippery engulfing of the awesome juctions with her two lovers.
After eons of cumming, seeing and feeling the creation of multiple universes in her roaring nerves, Sally's cunt felt the terrible straining of David's massive cockshaft. The delightful breadth of. the wand increased, fought for space in the constant tight grasp of her pussy sphincter. David was on the verge of cumming.
Sally was torn, caught in the worst-jawed trap of her seventeen years. The terrorist beauty of consuming orgasm boiled in her, needed to continue. The tongue, lips, the mass of cock had made her a goddess, touching and beginning the initial hell-spanning molding of the fire and darkness of creation. "Never to end, never to end," fluttered in her roaring depths, while the pulse-breaking cataclysm of fragmented, shattering observed wished, pleaded, pulled at David's cock with desperate craving for the mancum.
Sally's mouth won, stretching in a jaw-cracking gape, a ready wound that drove the other woman's mouth away. The girl's throat was locked, her tendons frozen in the struggle to prolong, to rush the onslaught of womb-filling life in her loins.
Circling smaller, ground like a millstone into her wide-flung crotch, David still moved, still holding the spunk inside the powerful stalk of his prick. Sally's indecision, her torn fears of not ending the cum, was out of the question. The power of the male had risen in the loins she tempted, held in check only by the tooth-gritting intensity of David's resolve to prolong the young cunt's orgasm.
The grinding had gone on too long. The slow circles where the pair had welded their fuckzones stilled, tight-pressed, clenched and awaiting the turning of the tide, the storm that was to drown them. Sally had to breathe, had to move, but the incredible strength of her impaler pinned her to the floor. Only tiny, sobbing gasps of air could pass her throat, only tight flexion of her tendons could squeeze him closer.
David grunted deep in his throat, an involuntary shudder wincing along his body. The movement of cock in cunt was so small that it seemed a shiver, then the pent stream of jism blasted into the innermost depth of her cuntal channel.
Sally screamed when the first shot reamed, feeling the wave of thick motion in his tube as it ripped past her clenched cunt-ring. "AAIIEEEeee," tearing her throat, her voice exploding in the tiled enclosure. The second burst flowed, and Sally was astounded at the pressure of the cumtube at the base of her cunt. So sensitive, cumming so hard, Sally could almost measure the flow of dickjuice by the length of the pulse there.
Mouth still wide, Sally screamed, ragged gasps of air powering the ear-piercing siren her raw throat had become. The joined fuck flesh bucked, David trying to fill the farthest reaches of her belly, Sally thrusting, milking at him to urge the complete draining of his vital spunk.
The third burst was smaller, or perhaps her pelvic motion no longer allowed Sally to meter the fluid. Her body had no local senses now, all consumed in the agonizing relief of the jism-loaded thrusting of the cockhead in her entrails.
Again and again their fuckzones pressed, David grunting while Sally screamed her final release. Each time the spearing prick flung another viscid mass of cum deep in her, Sally's clit and her straining cuntmouth flared into higher peaks of hungry relief.
The couple's rhythms were perfectly matched now, and Sally felt no sadness as David's strength tapered off. She'd drained the awesome power of his heavy weapon, at last conquering the dreadfully beautiful shaft she writhed around. Though she knew his cum hadn't finished, Sally felt utterly filled with him. All the slackening motions of their loins moved, unwinding her world-filling orgasm.
"Unh, oh, ummm, David," she crooned. "I never...."
"Nnnnhh, me neither,, honey." His face hovered over hers, heavy-lidded eyes seeming to caress her face. "You're awful goddam good."
"You both are, darlings," a soft voice uttered. Roz was lying next to them, gently trailing an arm over the pair. "That was the most exciting watching I've ever done. I went off just seeing how you two were cumming so well together." She leaned to kiss them each, in a strangely chaste way, on the forehead.
Sally heard a knocking on the bathroom door, but she ignored it until David lifted himself, calling out, "Come in, Seth."
His long cock was sliding out, and Sally made a quick attempt to keep him clenched inside her pussy. The sliding collar of his foreskin crawled sensuously at the squeeze, and the head popped out, releasing the slightest trail of cum. She twitched inwardly when the blond man dragged the tip of his still-hard member over her clit, giving a little peep of pleasure.
The weight of the virile artist moved off her chest, rolling to the side. Sally glowed between her two new lovers, feeling the cleansing flow of the shower again over her silky skin.
She looked up at the mist-shrouded entry of the shower alcove to see a beaming Seth. "You made it, honey! You really made it!"
Sally felt a peace even deeper than the easy softness of post-cum tranquility. At last, the seventeen-year-old stranger in her had found a home.
