The tremendous impact of a parent's attitudes and behavior upon a growing child has been emphasized many times over by numerous renowned psychologists. Indeed, a parent's influence often carries on into a child's later years, leaving an indelible mark upon his personality.
This influence can be favorable, as when a child grows into a mature and happy adult, or for the bad, where a child grows into a confused outsider, perhaps turning to crime and hostility.
This is the story of Susan Abbott and Beverly Sutton, two young girls who, like other children, are influenced by their parents. Feeling at times rejected or neglected, they try to find the love and affection and approval they crave through the pursuit of sexual adventure.
Where, indeed, will it lead them? Will their journey into adulthood become difficult, hindering their hopes of becoming relatively happy, adult women?
TWO HOT DAUGHTERS-a story of two young girls who discover growing up in America nowadays can be a task with more pitfalls than at any time before in our history.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Susan Abbott rolled over in bed. She didn't know what had awakened her, but something was going on. According to the clock on her bedside table, it was just past midnight.
The fourteen-year old girl lay quietly, listening. Gradually she became aware of the sound of voices from her mother's bedroom. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but a deep moan made her sit upright, tense and curious.
She heard her mother moan again. Something was really going on! Susan slipped out of bed and padded to the door. She gently opened it a crack and listened.
"Ohhh, Dave, that's my lover. Eat me up, baby. Ohh, yes, eat me up ... AHHH!"
Susan had never heard her mother's voice so low and sexy. The tone made the broad stubby nipples on her little breasts stand up stiff and scrape against the soft cloth of her pajama top.
"Ummm, Dave! Oh, oh, oh ... easy, lover! Don't be so rough, or 111 ... ahhh! Ohh, yes!!"
What could they be doing? Susan looked down the short hall toward her mother's room. The door was closed and a crack of light shone under the bottom of it.
A muffled yelp made Susan jump. Goose bumps sprang out on her skin and she shivered, not knowing why.
"Ohh God, Dave, you're so fucking BIG! Ohh, yes, you big bastard ... stuff me, Dave. Stuff it all the way in ... ahhh!"
Her mother's voice was still low, but Susan could hear the frantic tone of joy in it. Curious beyond caution, the slim teenager tip-toed down the hall. She paused, her ear pressed against the door to her mother's room.
Now the sounds were much more distinct. She could hear a rhythmic squeaking. Her mother was gasping and muttering in a low tone.
"Jesus, Margot. No matter how many times we ball, you're cunt is still as tight as a vise."
Now Susan had to see what was going on. She crouched down and gently turned the door knob. She eased the door open just a crack and peered through.
She could see almost all of her mother's bed, and her eyes widened at the sight. Her mother and Dave, her current boy friend, were naked on the bed. Dave was lying on top of her, his hips moving up and down. Every time he moved down her mother made funny noises and her whole body jerked.
Susan didn't like Dave very much. He was big and strong and his hair was cut much too short for her taste. Her mother liked him though; she hadn't been dating anyone else for six months.
"Ohh, Dave! Jesus you fuck good, lover!" Her mother's voice was throaty and made Susan quiver all over.
So that was it-they were fucking! Susan watched, wide-eyed, putting sly hints, giggled confidences and unvoiced suspicions together and coming up, at last, with the right answer to all her unasked questions.
"Dave, do my breasts. They ache, Dave, please!"
Susan watched her mother cup one of her big breasts in both hands and squeeze it up to meet Dave's tongue. The nipple, as thick as Susan's thumb, thrust up like a red spike from the crinkled aureole. Dave's mouth closed over it and her mother moaned softly, holding his head against her.
Susan felt a funny warmth growing in her belly. It made her feel hollow, as though she'd had all the wind knocked out of her. It was unpleasant and exciting at the same time. She gently rubbed her stomach and was surprised how sensitive her skin was. The hollow feeling began to spread and suddenly her little breasts began aching. They felt as though they were expanding and growing harder, demanding attention.
Susan wished her mother would straighten out her legs. They were bent at the knee and from her viewpoint, Susan couldn't see Dave's hips.
"Ohh, honey, it's starting," her mother whispered happily. She lifted her feet off the bed and began moving her hips to meet Dave's thrusts.
Slowly her mother drew her legs back until they hit Dave's arms. He shifted his brace and Susan watched as her mother drew her legs back until her knees touched her shoulders, her thighs mashing her breasts out of shape.
Then Susan saw it! Sliding in and out of her mother's hair-fringed pink cunt was a thick, wet rod. It was attached to Dave's belly and beneath it was a funny-shaped sac that swung with his movements.
"Prick," Susan whispered to herself. "That's Dave's prick."
Suddenly her mother dug her fingernails into Dave's shoulders and she began to thrust against him hard. Her head jerked from side to side and she made noises Susan had never heard before. She sounded as though she were choking!
Susan began to get hot all over. This was really far out! She felt in tune with her mother, and every thrust of Dave's hips against her mother's lush body sent a tiny lance of fire through Susan's belly.
She gently reached into her pajama bottoms and touched herself, feeling the raging heat of her crotch with surprise. Her fingers set off all sorts of crazy tingles in her body, but she was nowhere near her little come button.
"Ohhh, yesss ... I'm ... commmmming...." her mother wailed softly, her face contorted with the strength of her reaction.
Dave pumped faster and Susan heard her mother's choked gasp of pleasure. The sound made the teenager shiver all over. Her body ached to be touched. She wanted to feel the same explosion inside her. Her fingers slid into her tiny cleft, stroking her come button.
The feeling was wonderful! Susan closed her eyes in reaction to the waves of pleasure rolling through her body. She began to shake, and her hand almost slipped from the doorknob.
"Ohhh, Dave ... ohh, Dave, do it ... please, honey. Do it now! I'm ready for it, Dave ... please!" her mother was pleading.
"You sure, Margot? I don't want to hurt you." Dave's bass rumble made Susan want to pee with excitement.
"Please, honey. You know I love it when you do it to me."
Dave sighed. His hand disappeared between Margot's thighs and Susan nearly squeaked with excitement.
"Don't yell, you might wake Susan," Dave cautioned.
"Ohhhhh," her mother moaned, "do it!"
Dave's arm moved and the woman under him gave a low scream of mingled pain and pleasure. His arm moved again and Susan watched her mother's body jerk in time to her cries.
"Prick! Ohh, you big fucking prick! I love it, Dave! Don't stop doing it ... don't stop! AHHH!"
Susan, her body shaking with lust, slowly closed the door. She knew if she watched them for one more second she'd try to do something, and then there'd be all kinds of hell to pay.
As she staggered down the hall, Susan heard her mother's voice again. "Please, Dave, ohh, please, lover. Pinch it again-HARDER!"
Susan moaned in sympathy. She stumbled into her room and fell on her. Hurriedly she undid her pajama top and threw it on the floor. Rolling on her back she lifted her hips and skinned her pants off and tossed them aside.
Naked, the teenager lay back, her young body trembling, demanding release.
Slowly she explored herself. Her breasts were still small, but they were very hard. The pink cones of the nipple and aerole took up nearly half the surface on each of the small, hot mounds. The nipples were so stiff they hurt, but begged to be touched.
Susan touched them gently and whimpered. Her gentle strokes only made them ache harder, and the ache was repeated between her tender thighs. She ran her hands down over the flat surface of her belly. She touched her hips lightly and moved her hands inward to the junction of her legs.
Her entire body seemed to be on fire. Even her scant cluster of pubic hair seemed hot. She played with the dark brown strands for a moment and then gently slid her hands down the insides of her thighs.
Susan's teeth began to chatter in anticipation as her fingers moved close to her little slit. She had never felt so aroused. As she gently parted the lips of her virgin cunt she was surprised by the moisture. Susan had never felt her come ooze before.
She indulged herself and lightly brushed her clitoris. The orgasm was completely unexpected. It ripped through her, arching her back and clapping her thighs together to hold her small hand in place.
"Ohhh, shit. That was far out," she murmured.
She relaxed slightly and withdrew her hand. She smelled her fingers and then, a crazy sense of lust cramping her belly, she licked her come cream off her hand. She dropped her hand to her breast and began to stroke it, pretending her wet fingers were a man's tongue.
Her nipples seemed to swell even harder than before. The wonderful ache in her breasts was echoed by tiny cramps in her belly that made her hips roll gently from side to side.
Susan began breathing faster and her heart pounded against her small rib cage. She licked her fingers and stroked her nipples again. Her legs twitched and her thighs opened, inviting her little hands to stroke her drooling cunt. She concentrated on her breasts, loving the way their hot, firm flesh resisted the frantic pressure of her eager hands.
Susan drew a deep, shaky breath and gently pinched the nipples. The pain and pleasure shafted down into her hot cunt.
Her hips bounced up and down, demanding to be touched. She tickled her belly and curled a small tuft of pubic hair around one finger, tugging it slightly. The tension moved her flesh and she could feel her hot cunny lips pop open. She stroked the outer edges of them gently and then slowly ran her finger inside, carefully avoiding her screaming come button.
"Not yet ... not yet, make it last. Ooooo, it feels so goooood!" Susan whimpered to herself.
She closed her eyes and she dreamed of Dave's thick cock. It wasn't driving into her mother. It was sliding up and down Susan's little cunny, just like her finger was now. It was getting bigger and bigger and in a minute it would bump into her screaming come button.
Susan dreamed of his cock growing, larger and larger still. She rubbed her come-soaked cunt faster and faster, not daring to go near her raging clitoris. Her little finger snagged the mouth of her tiny vagina and tugged gently, then released it and slid up, stopping just short of touching her clit. Her heels dug into the bed and her body arched, lifting her tight ass off the blankets. She began to tremble, wanting to go on and on, but her foot slipped and her arm jerked. Her fingernail slashed across the top of her hot come button, and Susan blew up.
She cried out, her ass flailing madly as she dug savagely at her crotch with both hands. Hurriedly she grabbed a breast and pinched the nipple, rolling the blood-engorged flesh between her fingers.
"Oooooh I'm coming! Fuck, ohh FUCK! Come, come, come, COME!" Susan nearly shouted as her orgasms began to rip through her.
"Shit, I love coming! Ohhh, I want ... ohh, I want MORE! I ... ohhh, shit! I want it all!!"
Susan flipped over on her stomach. She frantically grabbed her pillow and rammed it between her hot, moist thighs, humping the lumpy mound desperately.
"Uhh-ohh! Uhh-ohh!" Susan grunted in time with the frantic thrusts of her hips. Her orgasms kept building higher and higher, one after another as she sobbed with pleasure. It was too much to stand!
She rolled on her back and drove both hands between her moist thighs. Using her thumb knuckles, she brutally squeezed her come button between them, feeling the tender flesh distort under the pressure.
The girl's mouth opened, but only broken whimpers of pleasure emerged. Her thumbs pressed together again, and again Susan jerked at her spasms of pleasure. Taking a deep, shuddery breath, she ground her knuckles together.
There was a brilliant explosion of light inside her head. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gave a strangled scream of joy.
The teenager, out cold, collapsed on her back, her thighs clamped shut over her hands, and her hands jammed against the hot surface of her wet, pulsing cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Margot Abbot turned off the alarm and rolled over. God, what a night! Dave had come over about eleven and they had fucked for hours. She felt as though she'd had fifty orgasms.
Margot sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. A cold, sticky wetness between her thighs made her grin. Dave had shot three loads in her cunt and one in her mouth. She'd really emptied his balls.
As she wiped her thighs she thought how nice it would be to fuck when Susan wasn't around. She could really holler and carry on and enjoy it completely. The idea made her shake, and she felt her nipples pucker up.
She rose and went into the bathroom. She closed the door and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She was thirty-seven and she was just as appealing as she had been at sixteen, when her father had driven her out of the house, calling her a slut and a whore.
It had been her breasts that had made him angry. Her mother had always been small and shriveled up, but she had blossomed out and was enjoying the fact that a cock in the cunt was worth a bad reputation. She'd worn special bras that made her already big tits seem even bigger, and when her father had grabbed her, his rough hands pawing at them, she had refused to let him do what he wanted. That was when she became "evil" and had to leave.
The next two weeks had been rough, and then she had met Frank Abbott, Susan's father. He'd been an older man, but they really clicked. She had lived with him from then on, going to school during the day and getting fucked every night by a truly educated cock. They had been married on her eighteenth birthday and almost five years later to the day she had become a widow with a two year old baby.
Margot had avoided committing herself to anyone for a long time after that. She'd raised Susan, worked hard and sublimated her screaming need for cock with frequent masturbation. Only when she was ready to climb the walls did she make the body bar circuit, picking up two or three men in succession and fucking them empty. Then she'd met Dave.
God! Margot shivered at the thought of him.
Dave had happened six months ago, and it still amazed her how she could fuck like a mink with him and still be the quiet, even repressed, mother during the day.
She gave her dark brown pubic hair a flick and turned on the shower.
Under the warm spray Margot felt her sleepiness washing away. She soaped a wash cloth and scrubbed herself, enjoying the stinging sensation. She soaped and washed her crotch gently, her clit was still inflamed from last night. Running her hand between her firm thighs, she separated the cheeks of her ass and soaped herself.
"Thank God he didn't stick that telephone pole of his up my ass," she murmured as she washed and fondled her rear. "I-I would have yelled the house down."
As she toyed with herself, Margot remembered the one time Dave had shoved it up her shit chute. The pain had driven her right out of her skull. She had begun to come, and couldn't stop. It had been so fucking good!
She pushed her finger against the puckered ring of her ass and felt it slip in a bit. She gasped as her body tingled and the familiar heat surged in her belly. She had to laugh at herself. She'd been fucked out less than eight hours before, and she was ready to do it all again!
"Oh hell, why not?" she asked herself.
But what to use? She had a dildo in her dresser, but she didn't want to get out of the shower.
There-the scrub brush, a nice round handle with a blunt end.
As she soaped it, Margot felt her belly knot in anticipation. She squatted and reached between her legs. She fumbled for a moment and then the rod touched her asshole. She exhaled slightly to relax the muscles and then pushed. The rod slid in.
"Ohhh, shit! That does feel fucking good," she whispered.
Still squatting, she pushed the rod in deeper and deeper. Her muscles twitched and her rectum began to hurt. She stopped and then eased the rod backwards. The pain went away and the fire in her belly roared higher.
"Ohhh, yes! It feels soooooo goooooood!" Margot whined.
The feeling was fantastic. The rod was much thinner than Dave's cock, but she could control it and put it just where she wanted. Her fingers played with her water-soaked crotch, not daring to touch her clit, but moving all around it. She rammed three fingers into her cum-slick vagina, feeling it pulse in response.
"Ohh, Dave! Where are you now that I need you?" She moaned and pumped the brush in and out of her asshole, shoving her fingers deeper into her cunt.
She felt as though she would burst any second. Taking a deep breath, she tried to ram her entire hand into her cunt.
"Oh shit! I'm gonna come!" She jerked the brush frantically and dragged her fingers over her clit at the same time.
"YES, OH MY FUCKING SHIT ... YEEEES!!" She screamed.
The brush fell to the bottom of the tub with a clatter, and Margot felt her asshole tighten up as the orgasm blew up in her belly.
Margot collapsed full-length in the tub, her body heaving spasmodically. The orgasm cramped through her groin, making her double over, her hands buried in her crotch. She didn't mind the hot water pouring over her, it was almost as hot as she felt inside. Her cunt spasmed and relaxed slowly and she could watch her belly flex as the last of the orgasm ebbed away.
"Ohhh, that was...." She grinned to herself and got up. "I'm going to have to do that more often."
Margot got out of the shower and dried herself, patting her breasts gently and feeling responding tingles between her thighs. Tossing on a robe, she went to wake her daughter.
Susan's door was partly open. This was unusual, for Susan was a very private person. Margot started to knock as she did every morning, but looking through the open door she saw Susan's bed reflected in the mirror.
Susan was lying on her back, her legs spread wide apart. One hand cupped a small breast, the other lay just above her gaping cunt.
Margot pushed the door open and tip-toed in. She looked down at her daughter and smiled knowingly. The stains on the sheets and Susan's position told their own story. Her little daughter had masturbated like a fiend last night. Margot noticed the puffy cunt lips and the inflamed clitoris.
Margot had suspected that Susan masturbated, but she was firmly resolved not to question her and make her self-conscious. As far as Margot was concerned, masturbating was one of the best things that could happen to a girl. This did not mean, however, that she was going to be completely passive. She and Susan were going to have a long talk about sex, and Susan was going to start taking the pill as soon as possible.
Margot tip-toed out and quietly shut the door.
"Susan! Time to get up, honey!" Margot knocked briskly.
"Aw'ri', mommy. I'm awake."
Susan woke up in a hurry. She had fallen asleep naked-and look at the stains on the sheets! Thank God she'd shut the door!
She jumped out of bed and made it hurriedly, smoothing down the covers carefully so her mother wouldn't feel she had to re-make it later on.
A few minutes later, washed and dressed for school, Susan sat down at the kitchen table.
Margot said nothing, but examined her daughter closely. She was already pretty, and as she matured, she'd be beautiful. Her long brown hair swung nearly at her waist, and her breasts were beginning to lift and thrust proudly. They were already too small for the bra bought only last month, and her blouse strained to cover them. But at least she was wearing a bra, Margot had been firm about that.
"You need a new bra, honey. You're spilling out of that one." Margot patted herself, "Getting to be like your mother, top-heavy."
Susan giggled. Her breasts were so much smaller, there was no way she would ever be as big as her mother, she thought.
"We don't have time now," Margot looked at the kitchen clock, "but we've got to have a long talk, girl to girl, pretty soon. I think it's about time."
Susan sputtered and coughed. Did her mother know something? Had she seen her spying last night?
"Yes, mommy, but ... I'll be late for school." Susan jumped up from the table, dumped her dishes in the sink, gave Margot a quick kiss on the cheek and then dashed out, slamming the front door behind her.
Margot grinned and stirred her coffee. She had a few minutes before she had to leave for work, and she enjoyed sitting quietly. Her hand idly reached into her robe and parted it, exposing a dark-nippled breast. She stroked it gently, thinking about Dave. She watched the nipple lift and harden, the thick, fleshy spike a deep red against the brown of the aurole.
Just thinking about Dave was enough to get her off. She shook her head. It was too late, she had to get going.
"Damn," she sighed.
* * *
Susan ran nearly all the way to school, reveling in the soft spring weather. She didn't know what it was her mother wanted to talk about, but putting it off wouldn't hurt.
Once at school, Susan dumped her books in her locker and went looking for her best friend, Beverly.
"Susan!" Beverly waved at her from the far end of the hall, next to their home room.
Susan threaded her way through the mob of students and reached her friend. Beverly Sutton was nearly as tall as Susan, but she was plumper. Susan's breasts were still small, but Beverly's were big, soft mounds that bulged against her clothing and made the boys tease her. Susan had brown hair, and Beverly's was a deep red, accenting her pale complexion. Her wide face was liberally sprinkled with freckles.
"Ohh, Bev! I saw it last night-my mother and her boy friend fucking! I mean, I saw all of it! His prick was as thick as my wrist ... and you should have heard the noises my mother made when he stuck it into her!" Susan giggled at the memory.
"Anyway," Susan continued breathlessly, "watching them got me so hot that I went back to bed and rubbed off. You know what, I must have come ten times, just like that!" Susan snapped her fingers and giggled again.
Beverly said nothing. The idea of a man sticking his thing into a woman made her feel disgusted. It was so dirty! She remembered listening to her father and his girl friends through the door. The sounds they made, begging for him to do it to them, uggh! How could they?
The bell rang and the girls went into their home room. Beverly listened as Susan continued to whisper to her.
"Susan Abbott?"
"Here, Miss Fletcher." Susan sat bolt upright and paid attention.
Beverly looked at her home room teacher and sighed. She wished she could be as pretty as Miss Fletcher. She had deep blue-black hair and pale green eyes and always seemed to be smiling. All the boys were nasty and called her Miss Big Boobs. The nickname was accurate, for Carol Fletcher had enormous tits, and the thickest bra couldn't conceal how her nipples thrust out. Even through a thick sweater, Beverly could see the bulges made by the twin nubs straining against the material.
Carol Fletcher looked up and caught Beverly's eye. What was that Sutton girl thinking about, Carol wondered. The Abbott girl's talking about masturbation had been a dilly. Carol hadn't heard all the conversation, but enough to warm her up. Did it do the same thing to Beverly Sutton?
Beverly couldn't contain herself any longer. She had to show Miss Fletcher how she felt about her. Slowly she slid down in her seat, opening her thighs to reveal her naked pussy.
What on earth is the Sutton girl doing? Carol looked at her with amazement. She saw the plump teenager's thighs spread apart to reveal the dark line of her vaginal slit nestled in her red pubic hair.
Carol shook her head and looked at the daily announcements. She managed to read them in a steady voice. There would be a rally for the baseball team in the gym during fifth period. Students were reminded again that smoking was not only impolite and unhealthy in school, it was also illegal.
Unwillingly, she looked at Beverly Sutton again. She was still sprawled in her seat, her legs open. Their eyes met and Beverly licked her lips slowly and deliberately.
Why the little bitch is making a pass at me! Carol realized with a shock. Only Carol and Beverly were aware of what was going on. Carol was halfway tempted to make a remark about Beverly's posture, but decided not to call attention to her.
The bell rang and the students poured out the door and down the hall for the first class of the day.
Carol had a brief moment of peace and quiet before the first period class descended on her. She sat at the desk, her chin cupped in her hands.
Beverly Sutton disturbed her. Carol had made love with other women, several of them, in fact, but the fact that a fourteen-year-old girl was actively seeking her as a sex partner was unnerving.
Carol, at twenty-eight, was no stranger to sex. Her first experience had been her brother's hands on her tiny breast nubbins when she was ten. When she was twelve she had learned how much fun it was to suck a boy's cock while his finger battered her clit. By the time she was fifteen, Carol was fucking regularly. She had a crotch itch, and the only thing that satisfied it was a boy's cock, jammed in as far as possible.
In college she hadn't had time. The work had been too hard and the hours went by too fast. That was when her roommate, a busty girl named Gwen, had turned her on to other women. They had shared a bed for three wonderful years, and Gwen had been tolerant of Carol's needs, helping her select dildos, and using them on her.
After college, Carol had made the body bar scene; casual pick-ups, either men or women, a night of fucking and sucking and then nothing. Carol had enjoyed the sex, but she gradually realized she was no longer looking for the ultimate prick. What she wanted was someone she wanted to wake up with every morning. And she hadn't found him.
Now she taught English and history to bored students and only sought out a sex partner when her need became too overwhelming to be satisifed with dildos.
Thursday was the worst day of the week as far as Carol was concerned. By the time the final bell rang she was nearly exhausted. She gathered the papers she had to collect, clocked out of the office and started to drive home.
"Ohhh, damn!" Carol swore. She remembered she had nothing for dinner. She looked back briefly and then swerved across two lanes of traffic and pulled into a supermarket parking lot.
CHAPTER THREE
Carol hurried into the supermarket and grabbed a pound of hamburger out of the display case. She started toward the egg bin and bumped into a stocky man pushing a cart.
"I'm sorry," Carol apologized and brushed past him.
"Miss Fletcher, Miss Fletcher!"
It was Beverly Sutton. She must have come straight from school.
Carol wondered, should she try to talk to Beverly here about her conduct in the class this morning? Should she mention it at all?
"Dad, this is Miss Fletcher."
Carol turned and looked into the brown eyes of the stocky man with the car. He smiled and she felt her knees go weak.
"Hello, Miss Fletcher. I'm Phil Sutton."
Carol's stomach contracted and she was afraid she might fall down. Phil Sutton was slightly taller than she was with a thick, muscular build and a harshly angular face. He was smiling at her, his hand out.
"I ... I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Sutton." she finally managed.
She took his hand and the feel of his calloused palm against hers made her faint-headed.
"Call me Phil," his smile broadened. "How's my monster doing these days?"
"Oh, daddy!" Beverly complained.
Carol was in a daze. No one, man or woman, had ever affected her this strongly before. She didn't know what to do or say. She could feel her vagina fluttering. She was almost ready to come, and all they were doing was shaking hands!
"Beverly?" She finally managed an answer. "Oh, Beverly is doing well enough. I think she could do better, but...." Carol trailed off. She realized she was still holding his hand, and she blushed as she let go.
Phil reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a notebook and pen. He looked at her for a moment and then said, "I'd like to call you, if I may. Would you give me your telephone number?"
Give you my phone number? Carol thought wildly. Good God, I'll let you fuck me right here if you ask me. She could feel her come juices oozing out, soaking her panties. She hoped they wouldn't soak through and stain the light fabric of her skirt.
"Certainly, Phil." Carol was apalled at the blatant sex in her mind.
They shook hands again, and Carol was ready to have an orgasm right then and there. Phil turned his cart around. Beverly waved goodbye, and Carol nodded in response.
She hurried to the vegetable and fruit bins and found a large cucumber. Taking the cucumber and the hamburger to the checkout stand, she had to wait for a moment. Restlessly she looked around, and saw Phil watching her from across the store.
On impulse, she waved, and he waved back.
"Oh my God," she whimpered. "Oh, hurry up, please!" This was directed at the checker, who couldn't find the price on an item for the person ahead of her.
Once outside the store, she made a dash for her car. She got in, shut the door and looked around. A large van blocked the pedestrian's view of her car, and there was no one in sight in the parking lot.
Lifting her hips she hoisted her skirt up around her waist and rapidly pulled her panties and panty hose down over her knees. She jerked the cucumber out of the bag and spread her thighs apart.
"Phil Sutton," she said aloud.
She moved her hand and the cucumber parted the damp lips of her cunt and penetrated her vagina.
"Phil Sutton!" Her voice was louder, hoarse. Her lust was boiling inside her belly.
She began jerking the cucumber in and out, the texture of its skin driving her wild.
"Oh ... ohhh, PHIL SUTTON!" She nearly screamed. Her frantic hand jammed the cucumber in until it butted against her womb. The orgasm ripped her apart. Her legs trembled and she could feel the come juice oozing out of her vagina and dribbling down into her asshole.
She leaned back and smiled with relief. Jesus, what a come! She hoped he'd be halfway good in bed, because she was going to spread for him. That was for certain!
She slowly pulled the cucumber out, reveling in the sucking noise her pussy made as her vaginal muscles clamped down to hold it inside. She laid it on the seat and arranged her clothing, taking her panty hose and soaked panties off completely.
She drove home slowly, trying to visualize what Phil's prick would look like. Was it super long and skinny, or was it regular? Did he come fast, or could he hold it for a long time and let her get off like a charge of dynamite.
She was lucky and found a parking place across the street from her apartment building. She hurried upstairs and unlocked the door.
Her apartment was small, but very comfortable. Carol had taken a great deal of trouble to make it so.
Carol dropped her things on the kitchen table and hurried into her small bedroom. She pulled the blinds down and began undressing. Even though she had come in the parking lot her entire body ached. She needed a real orgy of coming.
She tossed her clothing on the floor and squatted by her vanity table. The cool air made her nipples crinkle and she stroked them gently, feeling them leap up, hot and hard, under her fingers.
Carol was proud of her breasts. She wore a 40-D bra, and didn't sag without it. And her boobs were sensitive! Once her college roommate had blown her mind just playing with the nipples.
She rubbed the curly black mat of pubic hair. Did it need trimming? Maybe just a bit. Carol wore next to nothing for a bathing suit bottom and the idea of long black hairs sticking out disgusted her.
She opened the bottom drawer of the vanity. There were perhaps two dozen dildos left from her original collection. She reached in and took out her favorite, a latex penis.
Taking a jar of hand cream, she sat on the edge of the bed. Carefully she coated the head of the dildo with cream, her fingers lingering on it, her eyes shut, imagining it was attached to Phil Sutton.
She paused and looked around her. The dildo, the open jar of cream, they were all part of the old Carol Fletcher. No matter how it worked out with Phil Sutton, she vowed, she wanted only the real thing after today.
She carefully arranged a pillow in the center of the bed and lay down so that her tight ass cheeks were on top of it. She looked across the room at the mirror on the vanity. She could see everything. Her bent legs, the knees spread apart, the black mat of her crotch and the pink line of her vagina.
"Oh, this is gonna be a real good session," she whispered.
Slowly, almost casually, she parted the lips of her vagina and inserted the head of the dildo. It slipped in easily, she was really creaming. She pushed it in until it touched the mouth of her womb and then slowly pulled it almost out. The scratching sensation on the walls of her vagina almost made her scream with pleasure.
As she pumped the dildo in and out, her free hand stroked her body, playing with the jutting mounds of her breasts, lightly teasing the nipples even harder. She moved her hand down and slowly began to rub the hood of flesh above her clitoris.
Almost at once her body stiffened. There was a buzzing sound in her head and Carol knew she was going to come any second. She began to push the dildo farther in, touching the mouth of her womb with each stroke.
The harsh jangling of the telephone completely shattered her mood.
"Oh, SHIT!" She slid across the bed and picked up the telephone.
"Hello!" She snapped.
"Carol? This is Phil Sutton. I called to ask you if you'd like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night."
Carol's anger melted into eager lust at the sound of his voice. She rolled on her side and began pumping the dildo again.
"Well, Phil, I admit I like the idea, but I was under the impression you were married."
There was a long pause and then Phil said, "That was a long time ago and it didn't work. I am, as they say in baseball, a free agent. And I repeat my offer of dinner."
"In that case, my answer is yes."
"Good!" Phil's voice was low and pleasant, and her answer obviously pleased him.
"What time would be convenient?" he asked.
Carol began drifting. Everything was growing hazy except for the incredible waves of pleasure radiating out from her cunt.
"Carol, would seven o'clock be all right?"
"Seven?" Her voice was thick. She could no longer control herself and began trembling as her muscles tightened up.
"Uhh, seven ... would be ... FINE!" She couldn't hold back any longer, the orgasm was coming.
She dropped the phone beside her and grabbed the dildo with both hands. She shoved it all the way in and twisted it slightly so the blunt head opened the lips of her womb. She drew a deep breath, waited a delicious instant, and then firmly pressed down on the fold of flesh that covered her clit.
The explosion jerked her legs apart and then clapped them together again. She knew she was mouthing obscenities into the phone, she always used foul language when she came big. She ignored the telephone and rolled on her stomach, humping frantically against the dildo rammed deep inside her. She stroked her breasts and then pinched one of the nipples.
"Ahh, fuck fuck fuck! In my ass, in my cunt, in my mouth, fuckfuckfuck!" She screamed and tried to ram the dildo in farther.
Gradually the orgasm ebbed away and she lay still, her body soaked with perspiration. Her arms and legs were too heavy to move. She opened her eyes and looked at the telephone right next to her head.
"Hello?" she said, fearfully.
There was a long pause and then Phil said, quietly. "I'll pick you up at seven, sharp."
Carol felt a shudder of relief. He didn't mind!
"Fine, Phil. Seven o'clock. Goodbye." She hung up the phone and rolled on her back.
He must really care, she thought. I answer the telephone and blow my stack right in his ear. Goddamn, I can really be a dumb-ass broad at times!
She slowly pulled the dildo out and laid it on the bed. She sensed that she wouldn't need it any longer.
CHAPTER FOUR
Friday evening at the Sutton house was its usual noisy turmoil. Phil was getting ready for his date with Carol while Beverly and Susan, laughing and shrieking, were in the process of demolishing Beverly's room.
Phi! combed his dark hair and thought about Carol. She certainly was a looker! Those big tits of hers had jiggled very invitingly, and the way her ass rolled was an open invitation for someone to fondle it. She must have been masturbating when I called, Phil thought for the twentieth time. And she got her rocks off goddam good right over the phone. That girl likes sex!
"And that's all right with me," Phil murmured to himself. Beverly's mother had felt put upon if they fucked more than twice a month. She'd walked out three years before, crying that his constant demands for sex, a fuck a week, were simply too much for her.
Phil had played the field after that. There had been a succession of girls and women who had spread their legs for him, but he suspected that Carol might really be something different.
"Daddy!" Beverly bounded into the room and dived onto the big bed.
"I can hear you, honey. I'm not deaf." Phil grinned at his daughter and then frowned. Beverly had taken her bra off and her shirt was almost compltely open. Phil could see the mounds of her breasts and the perky stubs of her nipples.
"Honey, button yourself up and put your bra back on. I don't like you bouncing all over the place like that."
Beverly laughed. She rolled on her back and took her time about doing up the buttons on her shirt.
"Daddy, can Susan sleep over?"
"Sleep over what, a volcano?" Phil grinned.
"Ooooh, daddy, stop it!" Beverly complained. "Can Susan spend the night here?"
Phil finished adjusting his tie and then nodded. "It's okay with me if it's okay with her mother. You call her up and I'll talk to her."
"Right on!" Beverly shouted as she dashed to the phone.
Phil put on his jacket and walked into the hall. He waited until Susan was through dialing her home phone number and then he took the receiver away from her.
"I'll talk to your mother, kid." Phil gave her a swat on the ass and grinned as she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Abbot? This is Phil Sutton. Susan and Beverly have entered a suicide pact and threaten to carry it out unless we agree to let Susan stay here overnight."
Margot laughed huskily. It was perfect! Susan would be gone all night. She could call Dave and ... the thought made her stroke her crotch with anticipation.
"It's all right with me if you think you can stand it, Mr. Sutton."
Phil laughed. "I'll be all right. If they get out of hand too badly, I'll beat 'em. They'll be in bed early, I can promise that."
"Then it's fine with me," Margot responded.
"Fine. I'll inform them, if I can make myself heard over the racket. Goodbye."
Phil hung up the phone and looked into Beverly's room. The two girls were sitting on the floor, flipping through a stack of records and talking excitedly.
"Okay, kids. You can have a ball. But I want you in bed before eleven. If you aren't, I shall raise several different kinds of hell when I get back. Clear?"
Beverly ran over and hugged him. "Thanks, daddy!" She rubbed against him, her legs open.
Phil ignored what she was doing and addressed her firmly. "I want you in bed and asleep when I get home. That means before eleven. If you're up, I'm really going to be angry. And put your bra back on, Beverly!"
Beverly pouted and nodded reluctantly. She wanted to leave it off, but when Phil got angry it made her insides curdle up with terror. She loved him, but she was afraid of him, too.
The girls had intended to say up late, but fatigue got the better of them. They found themselves falling asleep shortly after nine, and reluctantly got undressed and into bed, crowded close together in Beverly's narrow bed.
Shortly after eleven Phil opened the front door and quietly ushered Carol in. They stood for a moment in the hall and then Phil took her in his arms and kissed her gently.
Carol moaned deep in her throat and pressed against him, rubbing her hips against his crotch almost in a frenzy.
"I ... I've wanted your cock inside me from the instant we shook hands," she admitted in a husky voice.
Phil smiled at her. He wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there on the floor, but something made him hold back. Carol was definitely not the kind of girl to take advantage of.
He helped her off with her coat and admired her again. Her light dress set off her dark hair and its curves did nothing to conceal the jutting mounds of her breasts that strained the fabric.
"Am ... am I pretty enough?" Carol seemed close to tears.
Phil smiled gently and stroked her cheek. She moved against him, spreading her legs apart and making small murmurs of lust. Phil accepted the invitation of her open thighs and slowly raised his knee until it touched gently against her groin.
"Ummmmm, I want it, Phil. Give me your cock, please...." Carol fumbled for his zipper.
"Wait," Phil held her wrist gently. "Let's go in the bedroom, Carol. I don't want to wake the kids."
"Kids?"
"Susan Abbot, Beverly's best friend, is spending the night. I want to make sure they're really asleep."
Phil tip-toed to his daughter's bedroom and opened the door a crack. There was enough light from outside the window to show him that both Susan and Beverly were sound asleep. He closed the door and led Carol to the master bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
Phil turned and started to move toward her, but Carol held up her hand, stopping him. She stood by the bed, the light from the single lamp emphasizing the lush curves of her body.
"Phil, I ... I want you to really see me. I want to feel your eyes on my body before your hands touch me."
Phil nodded. He took off his coat and tie and watched quietly. Carol turned her back and her struggles with the zipper of her dress only emphasized the beautiful mounds of her ass.
Phil watched Carol pull the zipper down, exposing the sun-tanned flesh of her back, broken only by the broad white band of her bra strap. She slid the dress off her shoulders and unhooked the bra, leaning forward slightly to let the restricting garment move away from her body.
She turned, her hands cupped lightly over the thrusting mounds of her heavy tits, the nipples hidden.
"Look at me, Phil," she breathed huskily. She let her hands slide down to cup her breasts, lifting them gently.
The nipples jutted from the darker circles at the ends of the honey-colored mounds. Carol was blushing furiously and her nipples were growing larger every second.
"My breasts ache, Phil. They want to feel your mouth, but not yet. My nipples are very sensitive. I'll come if you lick them. If you squeeze my breasts hard when we fuck, I'll come harder, I always do. I've got big breasts, Phil, and they're yours. Now...." she gestured, "turn around and don't look."
Phil, his cock getting harder by the second, did as she asked.
"I know you're getting a hard-on, Phil. I can see the bulge in your pants," Phil could hear the rustle of clothing over Carol's voice. "I want you to fuck me, but first, I ... I want to tell you something. Ever since I was a little girl I've had this incredible fantasy. I undress in front of a man and expose every part of me, demonstrating what it is and how it should be used. I want to be raped with your eyes, Phil. I want to feel your eyes opening up my secret parts and raping me even before you touch me. I ... I've never done this before, Phil. I've never wanted to, until now. I want your eyes and your hands and your mouth and your prick. I want you to do ... do whatever you want to me. But first, turn around and look at me, please."
Phil turned slowly. Carol was lying naked on the bed, her knees bent slightly and her thighs open to expose her black triangle of pubic hair. Her breasts jutted up, the nipples thick and hard. The warm heavy mounds moved easily with her breathing.
"Look at my cunny, Phil." Carol's fingers pulled the lips of her vagina open to expose the moist pink flesh inside.
"I'm all wet. I want you to fuck me. I'm hot and slick inside," her fingers began manipulating herself, stroking the pink flesh. "I want to feel you stuff your prick in me and jam it deep. I like it when you're in deep. I can feel you stuffing me full ... I ... lean ... AHHH!"
Carol's hips lifted off the bed slightly as she cupped her pubic mound, rubbing frantically. She moaned deep in her throat and then sagged back on to the bed, her legs sprawled apart, her fingers feebly moving on her body.
"I ... I had a come, Phil. Now I'm really nice and gooey. You'll be able to get into me easily, but then my muscles will tighten up, and it won't be easy to get out."
Phil started to move toward the bed, but Carol shook her head.
"Not yet. There's one thing more." She lifted her legs and drew them up until her knees touched her shoulders.
She spread the cheeks of her ass apart, exposing the brown puckered circle of flesh and muscle between them.
"Phil," Carol swallowed nervously. "I ... I ... I like it here, too. I like it hard and fast so that it hurts me a little bit ... no, so it hurts me a lot. But when I get fucked in the ass, even in my dreams, 1 scream. I start screaming and coming and I can't stop. I come so much that my cunny squeezes up tight and my belly hurts. Then all of a sudden I get ... I come super-big, and when it's all over, I make funny sounds, like an animal."
Phil was ready to fall on the naked woman and fuck her until she screamed for mercy, but his hard lust was moderated with common sense. He opened his pants and quickly dropped them and his underpants, exposing his erection.
"Carol, I've looked at you. Now I think you'd better look at me."
Carol sat up on the bed and gave a gasp of surprise and shock. Phil had the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was not long and skinny, it was regular length, but twice as thick as any she'd ever seen. Compared to the jutting mass of flesh at the base of Phil's belly, the cucumber she'd used on herself had been a pencil!
Carol stared, hypnotized by the size of the massive cock. She couldn't believe it; no man could have a prick that big! He couldn't possibly get inside her. He'd split her apart!
Her ass wiggled at the thought, and Carol licked her suddenly dry lips. She was afraid and horny at the same time and her eyes couldn't leave the massive tube of flesh.
"Scared, Carol?"
Carol looked up at Phil's face and nodded. "You ... you're so fucking big!" She murmured. "I ... it ... oh, shit! I want it!"
She pulled him down beside her and knelt above him, licking her lips. She was going to suck him. She was going to take that ... that thing in her mouth and play with it and then ... and then ... She shuddered at the idea of it slipping inside her.
She bent down and took the head of the big cock into her mouth. Her tongue stroked back and forth over it, feeling the silky-smooth texture of the hot surface.
"Ummm," Phil gently ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and over the trembling ass cheeks.
This was what Carol knew she had been waiting for. She cupped the huge sac of his balls and then began sucking on the cock head.
Phil lifted his hips slightly and Carol opened her mouth wider, taking in more of the incredibly thick shaft. She could feel his fingers playing all around her cunt and ass hole and wished he'd do more than just play.
She sucked faster, the heat of her mouth matching the increasing heat of his prick. She tried to get it all in at once, but it was too thick. Gagging slightly, she pulled back and continued sucking on the inflamed head.
Phil's finger stroked all around the outside of her sensitive asshole, and Carol wiggled her hips in response. Frantically she speeded up the pace of her sucking. She wanted to feel him shoot his come in her mouth. She wanted it to fill her up and then some. His stroking finger outside her asshole was driving her wild. Carol wanted to tell him to shove it into her, but she didn't want to stop sucking, even for a second.
Phil sensed what was going on in Carol's mind. He made two more passes over the puckered ring of ass muscle, then crooked his finger and pushed it in.
Carol tried to squeal. It hurt and felt good at the same time, but her mouth was too full of thick, hot prick. She could feel an orgasm about to burst loose inside her, and that made her suck and lick all the more eagerly.
Phil pushed his finger in deeper and Carol began making wild growls of lust in her throat. Her orgasm blew up inside her belly and her entire body jerked back against the wonderful pleasure-pain of the finger in her ass.
She opened her mouth again and this time got all the thick cock inside. She sucked and licked greedily, pushing her ass back against his hand for more finger-fucking.
"Oooh ... Carol, honey, watch out ... I'm gonna come."
Phil tried to lift her head up, but Carol knocked his hand away and continued her frenzy of cock sucking.
"Oh, yeah!" Suddenly Phil clamped his free hand on the back of her head. Carol couldn't get loose now even if she wanted to. Her mouth was jammed full of hot prick and all she could do was lick and suck and make little sounds of pleasure at the agony of his finger in her ass.
There were a couple of warning drops against the tongue and then suddenly Phil's hips lifted and he held her tightly against him, grunting in time to the huge spurts of his come. The spurts became a flood and suddenly Carol's mouth and throat were full of the hot fluid. It ran out of the corners of her mouth and dripped into the tangled mass of her hair between his legs. The stuff kept blasting out and suddenly Carol began to panic. Phil was going to suffocate her; she was going to drown in his come!
"Oooh ... YEAH!" Phil almost shouted. He brutally rammed his finger deep into her asshole and Carol, his come running out of her mouth, lifted her head and gave a deep moan of pleasure.
"Ummm," Phil sighed with satisfaction. He gently slid his hand down along Carol's back and pulled his finger out of her pulsing ass.
"Did ... was I good?" Carol looked at him, smiling tearfully.
Phil pulled her down beside and they hugged, pressing their bodies together.
"You are very, very wonderful." Phil kissed her gently. He sat up and smiled at her. "If you want, I'll go down on you. After all, one good come deserves another. Would you like that, Carol?"
Too happy to speak, the big-breasted woman could only nod her head, a joyful smile on her face. She lifted her legs and put her feet on his broad shoulders, feeling the light touch of his fingers on her thighs. She could feel him open the lips of her cunt and then his tongue flicked over her clit.
"YES!" Her hips lifted violently and she grabbed at his head to hold his mouth against her. With her free hand she began playing with her hard nipples, teasing them gently.
Phil knew that what really drove a woman wild was being touched as well as being eaten. As he nibbled at the hot lips of her cunt, he gently scratched just inside her vagina.
The effect was stronger than he had expected. Carol began trembling and he could feel her entire groin flex in time to the movements of his mouth and finger. She was oozing so much that his fingers became soaked with her come cream.
"Jesus, Phil. Oh shit, that's good! I want it, Phil! Please, lover, stuff your prick in me! Please, Phil, fuck me!!" Carol's voice was hoarse with her lust. Her hands plucked at him, trying to make him mount her.
Phil ignored the words and concentrated on blowing Carol's mind with a huge sustained orgasm. He continued to tongue and scratch her cunt. Gradually her words became incoherent. Her body was shaking violently and her head was whipping from side to side, her hips lifting to get more touching between them. Her feet lifted and she drew her legs back until her knees rested against her shoulders.
"Doooooo ... it! Ooooohhh, Phil ... please ... doooo...." She was barely able to speak, but Phil got the lust-wracked woman's message. He lubricated his fingers with her come cream and gently poked against the brown ring of her rectal muscles.
"Ooohhh, YES!" Carol's body writhed with anticipation.
Phil inserted his finger and continued to lick her streaming cunt.
"YES!" Carol tried to spread her ass cheeks for him, but her spasms of pleasure were too strong, all she could do was react to what he was doing.
"MORE! Do it more, Phil. OH YES YOU BIG MOTHER FUCKER ... YES! STUFF IT ... STUFF MY SHIT CHUTE!!!" Carol screamed out her pleasure. Her hands pressed and squeezed her big breasts harder and harder as the tremendous pressure of her orgasms built up inside her head. She couldn't hear how much noise she was making, all she knew was there was an enormous ball of fire inside her and it was getting hotter and hotter every second.
Phil took a deep breath and sucked hard on her clit. Carol gave a strangled cry and her legs whipped down. Her back arched, driving her crotch hard against Phil's mouth.
"I ... I ... Oh, PHIL, FUCK ME!"
She collapsed on the bed, her entire body trembling violently from the emotional reaction. Her hands moved gently on her tits and she breathed in long, shuddering gasps.
"Ohh, Phil ... that ... that was...." Tears in her eyes, Carol smiled at him.
Phil smiled in return. He moved his hand slightly and Carol gasped with pleasure at the movement of his finger inside her. She was about to speak again when Phil's hand moved, and a second finger was suddenly wedged into her ass.
Carol exploded. Her body arched and then collapsed. She reached down and dug her fingers into Phil's scalp, dragging his face against her dripping cunt.
"Bite it," she hissed. "Bite my clit!"
Phil took her clit in his teeth and nibbled it gently.
"Harder ... do it HARDER! I'm gonna blow up, Phil ... HARDER!"
Phil pressed harder. Carol gave a strangled shriek and collapsed, out cold.
Phil looked at her and then at the door. Had her yells disturbed the girls? Christ she was noisy! And fantastic!! He lay down beside her and cupped one of her huge breasts, feeling its warmth and weight in his hand. He gently sucked on the nipple and his touch made her move automatically.
"Uhhhh? Ohhhh, Phil ... Phil, that was...." Carol pulled him against her, murmuring happily.
Phil held her gently, stroking her hair and kissing her. Finally he gave her a little squeeze and said, "You want to play rodeo?"
Carol pulled back slightly and looked at him.
"Now what?" she finally asked.
Phil grinned at her. "It's really a very simple game," he explained. "You get on and go for a ride and have a ball."
Carol laughed. She closed her fingers around his softened prick and began toying with it. "What's the grand prize at the rodeo?" she asked with a chuckle.
"You can steer it where ever you want, lady. And that's no bull," Phil grinned.
Carol made a face at the puns, but her eager fingers kept stroking his enormous prick. She was in seventh heaven. She'd been sucked and poked and in a minute he'd stuff that huge telephone pole of his into her cunt! She pumped a little faster and was rewarded by a gentle tweak of her nipples.
"Okay, lady ... mount up!" Phil ran his hand between her open thighs and she moved against it, purring.
Carol rose, her black hair falling across her face. She knelt beside him, one hand on his cock, the other between her legs. She rubbed herself gently, feeling her entire body tingle in anticipation. She straddled his hips and slowly lowered the gaping pink lips of her cunt toward the thick cock head. She lowered herself a trifle more, and the hot prick bumped against the mouth of her vagina.
"I ... I can't, Phil. I'm scared. You're so fucking big!" Carol found herself whispering.
Phil smiled reassuringly. He reached out and slowly rubbed his finger alongside her inflamed clit.
"Oooooohh ... do that some more!" Carol squealed with pleasure. As he kept up the stroking she slowly sank down, feeling his thick cock wedge its way into her slick vagina.
"Ahhhh, you're so fucking ... BIG! I ... I can't do it, Phil. I ... ooohh, don't stop, honey, keep fingering me 'cause I ... I'm gonna ... ooooooh."
Carol let her orgasm carry her away, her body relaxing and its weight driving Phil's cock all the way into her. She began trembling again. She could feel her guts moving out of the way of the enormous shaft inside her. It hurt, but the pain felt so good she couldn't describe it. She reached up and gently played with her breasts. Phil's finger alongside her clit was going to make her do it any second!
She had only felt this way once before, the first time anyone had ever stuck a prick up her ass. The combination of pain and pleasure made a buzzing sound inside her head that kept getting louder and louder until she'd gone into convulsions.
"Oh Phil, you're soooooo good ... it's sooooo fucking ... fuc ... GAAAH!" Carol screamed as the buzzing sound filled her head. She slowly sagged forward and Phil cushioned her fall. She lay on top of him, her huge breasts mashed out of shape, mouthing gibberish as one orgasm after another tore her apart.
Phil could feel her come. With each breath her hot vaginal sheath clamped around his prick and then slowly let go. Her hips were jerking and rolling so hard that his cock was sliding in and out of her without his moving.
Almost by instinct he reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart. She whined and her hips rolled faster.
"In my ass," she sighed. "Please, put it in my ass."
Phil gently pushed against her asshole with his finger but Carol shook her head.
"No, lover. Not your finger. I want it. I want that fucking thick cock up my ass. Please, Phil. Do it, lover. Stuff it up my shit chute."
Phil lifted her shoulders and Carol slid off. She rolled on her belly, lifting her ass in the air and exposing the gaping wet maw of her pussy.
Phil got to his feet and stood beside the bed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, hearing her gasp as his prick bumped against the inside of her thigh. He looked down at her ass, a brown ring of muscle, and guided the head of his cock until it touched the center of the ring. He didn't want to hurt her, but his lust was getting the better of him. He probed gently, but his cock was too big and her ass too tight. He paused for an instant and then thrust, hard.
Carol buried her face in the covers, muffling her screams in the blanket. One hand gripped the covers while the other streaked between her legs, rubbing all around her cut.
Phil was amazed at how tight her asshole was. His prick felt as though it were caught in a hot vise. He couldn't move fast, the pressure was too great. Slowly he pulled back, his every move accompanied by Carol's sobs of pain and obscenities of pleasure. He pushed in again, and Carol's voice rose. He pushed harder, pushing until his cock was buried in her asshole, his thighs pressing the cheeks of her ass flat.
"Yes ... ohhhhh, God, YES! Do that to me, Phil. Ohhhh, fuck my ass, lover. SHOVE IT UP ME! SHOVE IT HARDER!!!" Carol's head came up and she screamed as her orgasm hit. Her body jerked forward so hard that Phil was pulled down on top of her.
Carol was no longer conscious of what she was doing or saying. Everything revolved around the waves of pleasure boiling out of her clit and the horrible pain of the thick shaft jabbing deep into her ass. Both of her hands were cupped over her crotch and she bucked up and down at a frantic pace, scraping the tip of her clit along her palms. She could feel the pressure in her asshole increase or diminish as Phil moved. Her body shook and she kicked her legs against the bed.
"Harder," she begged. "I ... want ... it ... HARDER!"
Suddenly Phil put both his hands in the small of her back, forcing her to hold her ass completely still. The pressure on her spine hurt, and Carol had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
"You want it hard, Carol? You ... ohh, are you gonna GET it hard!" Phil's voice was a low, savage growl, and Carol giggled with lust.
She didn't have to urge him on, his own powerful sex drive had taken over and his thick cock rammed in and out of her asshole faster and faster.
"Here!" Phil jammed his hips against her with a loud slap, pressing down on her spine and holding her motionless.
"GAAAH!" Carol cried out with the pain and then the tone of her cries changed as she felt a hot gush of his come deep inside her. She wiggled her hips slightly and the motion was enough to rub her abused clit on her hand one time too many.
"AHHHHH!" Carol felt herself flying apart, dissolving in a white-hot pool of lust that centered around her clit and asshole. Every color of the rainbow sliced through her mind and then her eyes rolled up.
The fucked-out school teacher gave one last lust-convulsed jerk and then relaxed, completely fucked out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Out in the hall, Susan and Beverly huddled together, their ears pressed against the door. Every so often they had to stifle giggles. Hearing nice Miss Fletcher use words like that, and her voice, was just too much!
Susan tried to visualize what was going on. She had a vague idea from what she had seen her mother and Dave doing, but Miss Fletcher's voice, so hoarse and demanding and then so soft and yielding-that was really something else. Susan could feel that same hot, hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. In the darkness of the hall she shoved her hands inside her pajama pants and began rubbing her slit.
Her little hair-topped crack was already warm and wet, so she had no difficulty separating the lips and finding the even warmer flesh all around her pulsing come button.
"Ummm," Susan wiggled against her hand.
"Whatcha doing?" Beverly asked in a low whisper.
"N ... nothing."
Susan was certain Beverly couldn't see anything, so she was surprised when she felt Beverly's hand touch her shoulder and then fumble down her arm until it reached the elastic tops of the pajama pants.
"Did you come?"
Susan shook her head. "No, not ... ooooh!" Her denial ended in a tiny squeak of pleasure as she pressed her clit and an orgasm flashed through her.
"You came, didn't you?" Beverly ran her hand down Susan's arm and inside her pants. Her fingers touched Susan's and then poked between them, feeling the hair and the hot, damp slit beneath.
"Geez, Susan. You did that so quick!"
Susan didn't answer. Beverly was pressing the flesh directly above her clit and she couldn't help moving gently back and forth against the pressure. Beverly kept her hand where it was and pressed a little bit each time Susan's hips moved toward her.
"Ummm, Bev, don't stop pushing. I ... oooooooh!" Susan grabbed her friend and the two girls hugged in the darkness, Susan instinctively lifting her leg to give Beverly's fingers more room.
"Come on, Susan." Beverly half-dragged the still-climaxing girl back into their room.
"Oooh, Bev, that felt super!" Susan bounced on the bed.
Beverly turned and began unbuttoning her pajama top.
"Get undressed," she ordered. "Take all your clothes off and we'll play with each other, all right?"
Beverly was a welter of conflicting emotions. She was wildly excited by the sounds she had heard her father and Miss Fletcher making. She was angry at both of them, too, and couldn't really say why. At the same time the idea of Susan masturbating right there in the hall had made her feel sort of crazy, and the idea of touching Susan's naked body and having Susan touch hers made her want to do something crazy!
Susan sat on the edge of the bed, her hands still at her sides, her pajamas untouched. She stared at Beverly as the plump redhead hurriedly pulled her night clothes off and let them drop to the floor.
"Ohhh, Susan, sometimes you make me mad!" Beverly pulled the top of Susan's pajamas open. Her hands slid over Susan's body and then cupped the hard breast nubbins with their stiff nipples.
"Ooooooh, Bev! Oh, that's fantastic!" Susan held Beverly's hands against her. The warm hands on her little tits spread heat down her body and into her crotch, making her little ass roll back and forth.
"Touch me, too." Beverly whispered. Susan reached out and her small hand lifted and then gently squeezed one of Beverly's soft tits. She ran her thumb across the nipple, feeling it get hard as she played with it.
Beverly shut her eyes and swayed back and forth. This was what she wanted! Susan's hands were light and gentle on her, and the teasing of her nipple sent jabs of heat directly into the red-haired girl's quivering pussy.
She sat down beside Susan and put her arm around her friend's shoulders. She arched her back and Susan bent down, her tongue licking at Beverly's stiff nipples.
Beverly moaned softly. She held Susan's head against her body and pulled Susan's pajama tops off with her free hand. She touched Susan's warm back and then ran her fingers down her spine and under the elastic of her pajama bottoms.
"Get naked, too." Beverly whispered.
Susan stood up and pulled her pajama bottoms off. She stood in front of Beverly, her hands resting lightly on the plump girl's shoulders.
"I like this," Susan admitted softly.
Beverly wrapped her arms around Susan's waist and pulled her slim body against hers. She lifted her head and began greedily sucking at Susan's small tit, feeling the nipple swelling harder and harder under her tongue.
"Ooooh, Bev!" Susan wiggled at the feeling that moved through her.
Suddenly Beverly's mouth left Susan's breasts and made a wet trail across her flat stomach. Susan instinctively opened her legs and Beverly's eager tongue slid over Susan's tiny pussy mound.
Beverly knew what she wanted to do-what she had to do. She moved her hands and pulled the lips of Susan's cunt open. Her mouth fastened on to the hot, moist flesh and her tongue slid up and down the tiny slit of warm skin between Susan's clit and her vagina. She could taste the drops of Susan's come cream that oozed faster and faster from the tiny vaginal opening. Beverly moved her tongue a little farther, and it slid gently over Susan's tiny clit.
"Ohhh, shit! Beverly, what are you ... OHHHHH!" Susan squealed as an orgasm exploded in her belly. She held Beverly's head in place and rubbed her other hand across her aching titties.
Beverly knew that Susan had come, but she didn't stop. Faster and faster her tongue moved over her friend's pussy, lips sucking gently here, teeth nibbling painfully at another spot. Her own body was hot, she could feel the moist heat between her thighs, but right now the only thing that mattered was the delicious, sweet flesh under her mouth.
Susan felt her body being wound tighter and tighter. She thought if it got any tighter everything would snap and she would fly apart with the pleasure of it. She raised herself on tiptoe, her hands resting gently on Beverly's head, and she tried to guide her friend's lashing tongue.
Beverly turned her head slightly and the tip of her tongue slipped into the tiny mouth of Susan's vagina.
Susan gasped. The feeling of Beverly's tongue inside her was too much to stand. She knew she was going to come and scream and scream and come again. She bit her wrist to muffle her screams of pleasure as everything inside her came loose with a blinding jolt of light that blew up inside her head.
Beverly urged her tongue deeper inside Susan's cunt. Her lips and chin were drenched with come cream and Susan's muffled cries of pleasure drove her to do still more. She slid one hand up Susan's body and her fingers closed over a small, hard nipple. She gently rolled it back and forth in time to her tongue motion, and Susan's cries of pleasure grew more frantic.
"Ohh, Bev, I ... ohhh." Susan collapsed on top of her friend and they tumbled to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.
"Oh, wow! Bev, that was wonderful!" Susan kissed her friend enthusiastically and Beverly responded with equal pleasure.
"Do you want me to do that to you now?" Susan's hand slid up Beverly's thigh toward the small mat of damp red hair.
"Oh, yeah, Susan. Maybe ... maybe if you do it to me I can have a come." Beverly scrambled back on the bed and lay down on her back.
Unconsciously imitating her home room teacher, Beverly rested her feet on Susan's narrow shoulders. She gently touched her breasts and slid her hands down between her open thighs to guide Susan's head.
"Kiss me, Susan. Kiss me real good," Beverly begged.
Susan slowly brought her mouth down on Beverly's stomach. She ran her tongue wetly across Beverly's skin, feeling the goosebumps she raised by her touch.
"Ummm, Susan ... that's super!" Beverly writhed with pleasure.
Susan's fingers gently caressed the insides of Beverly's legs. She ran her fingertips down the warm wetness of her friend's pussy, pulling the lips apart to expose the sensitive inner flesh.
Beverly lifted her hips slightly and let her legs fall further open, giving Susan's eager fingers the widest possible access to her cunt.
Susan's tongue flicked out and slid back and forth over Beverly's cunt, but there was no response when it touched where her clit should have been.
"Harder, Susan. Push real hard!" Beverly urged frantically.
Dubiously, Susan put her thumb over Beverly's come button and pushed.
"YES!" Beverly arched her back, thrusting her pelvis into Susan's face. She rubbed her belly and then slid her hands up to caress her breasts. Susan continued to press on her friend's clit, and Beverly's motions grew wilder and wilder.
"Oh, shit! Do it some more, Susan! I ... I think I'm gonna come. Don't stop, push harder, please!"
Susan did as she was told and she felt Beverly's toes suddenly cramp with pleasure.
"OOOOOO!!" Beverly wailed. She was coming and nothing could stop it. A huge fire in her belly suddenly roared through her body, cramping her tiny cunt and making her belly flutter. It reached her breasts and she could feel her nipples stiffen.
"I ... ohhhhhh," Beverly shuddered and her body jerked violently. She slowly relaxed and then jerked again.
Susan was wild with excitement again. She continued pushing against Beverly's clit with one hand and began to play with herself with the other. She just barely touched her breasts when her orgasm went off. She dropped her hand between her thighs and shoved her hips against it, feeling the warm dampness open to expose her clit.
As Beverly jerked with pleasure, Susan buried her mouth in her friend's pussy and moaned out her own pleasure against the hot flesh.
"Ohhh, Susan, thank you!" Beverly was near tears. She had never felt so wonderful in her entire life. Her entire body was alive to the slightest touch. Even the gently neutral pressure of the blanket against her made her shiver with delight. She helped Susan on to the bed and they lay together, legs wrapped around each other so their clits touched on each other's thighs.
"Ummm, that was nice, Bev." Susan yawned and gently touched Beverly's breast.
Arms and legs entwined, the two girls drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Margot hurried toward the front door as she heard Dave's key in the lock. As he stepped inside she eagerly plastered her body against his, her hips moving invitingly.
"Hey!" Dave kissed her and ran a hand down her back, pushing her against him. He gently squeezed her ass through her slacks and moved his hips in time with hers.
"Oh, God! Dave, I'm so fucking horny! Come on, lover, fuck me right here on the floor." Margot pulled at him frantically.
Dave broke loose and held up a paper bag. "Let's go into the bedroom and be comfortable. I've got a surprise for you."
Margot made a grab for it, but Dave held the sack out of reach. Ever since she'd been a little girl Margot had been impatient about birthdays and Christmas, always having to open one package ahead of time.
In the bedroom she positively danced with impatience as Dave took the present out of the bag and handed it to her. She stripped the wrapping off and opened the long, narrow box.
"A vibrator?" Margot looked at him in surprise.
Dave nodded and blushed slightly. "It's not so much for you as it is for Susan. She's growing up, and ... Well, I thought...." He trailed off under her stare.
Margot was both angry and worried. It was bad enough that her boy friend was buying sex presents for her teen-age daughter, but did he think she was sexier, too?
"Margot, I'm sorry. I bought the vibrator on impulse. Obviously it was a bad impulse." Dave shrugged his thick shoulders and sat down on the bed.
Margot sat down beside him, staring at the floor. There was a strained silence and then Margot asked softly, "Dave, am I too old for you?"
"What?" Dave looked at her. "What do you mean, too old?"
Margot's eyes brimmed with tears. "I ... I know some men like younger women, even teen-agers. We ... well, we've been so great together. Dave, are you tired of me?"
Dave put his arm around the sobbing woman and pulled her against him.
"It's all right, honey. It really is all right. You're my girl, and you know it."
Margot shook her head. "Not now I don't. You want to dump me and screw Susan, don't you?"
"Margot!" Dave was shocked. "Honey ... no! I ... I ... NO!"
Margot sniffled and looked at him. "Honest?"
Dave nodded vigorously. "Honest."
Margot shook her head, denying the truth. "No, Dave. Don't lie to me. If you're tired of me, if you want sometlung younger and sexier, say so." She began crying violently.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Dave exploded, "What the fuck do you want me to say? I've been seeing you, and only you, for six months. I haven't even considered trying to make it with anyone else, I haven't wanted to. You're the sexiest goddamned woman I've ever met. We've fucked every chance we could get. We've fucked in movies, in the car, here in the house, on the beach, and damned near got arrested doing it, remember? Margot, MARGOT, look at me, goddamit!"
Margot lifted her tear-streaked face and looked at him.
"Margot, if I'm so fucking interested in humping your daughter, why have I been avoiding her like the plague, huh? I'll tell you why," Dave bent down and his face was only inches from hers. "Susan drives me wild. I can't stand her! She's a goddamned, obnoxious little brat! She is always underfoot, always in the way, and she bugs the living shit out of me!"
Margot began to giggle. She couldn't help herself. The madder Dave got, the funnier it seemed.
"Now what?" He asked with resignation.
Margot fell back on the bed and laughed aloud. It was so funny! She'd been so worried about Dave's cautious attitude around Susan and her fears had been completely groundless.
"Then," she giggled, "it's safe to assume that you wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole?"
Dave grinned and lay down beside her. He gently lifted her blouse out of her slacks and kissed her belly. "I would never touch your daughter."
"Oww!" Margot laughed and tried to slap him, but he blocked her swing.
"Feeling better?"
Margot sniffed and nodded. She sat up and reached for the paper bag.
"Oh no!" Dave grabbed it and held her off. "I still haven't given you your present yet."
"Ooooh!" Margot tried to grab the bag, but Dave rolled out of her reach.
"NO! You don't get your present until you are absolutely stark naked."
Margot got to her feet and undressed hurriedly, tossing her blouse and bra aside. She cupped her breasts and smiled suggestively at Dave, but he shook his head firmly. Pouting slightly, the big-breasted woman pulled her slacks and panties down and stepped out of them, spreading her legs and playing with herself.
"Okay?" She asked eagerly.
"Not quite." Dave got up and pulled his clothes off. Margot felt her insides go all squirmy at the sight of his halferect cock. It wasn't particularly big, but Dave really knew how to use it.
"Now," Dave flopped on the bed, his prick falling on to his thigh, "ve vill haff a liddle qu-viss about der female form divine, ja?"
Margot giggled at his horrible fake German accent. She continued playing with herself and nodded her approval.
"Exzellent! Now, sthudent, tell der herr profezzor; vot are der mozt zenzitive parts uff a voman's body?"
"Umm, der most zenzitive parts uff mine body are my mouth, my nipples, my clit and ... und, my ass." Margot smirked at him.
"Ah-hah!" Dave reached into the bag and frowned. "You hass flunked der qu-vias. As a punishment, der herr profezzor vill fuck you until your liddle eyeballs pop!"
Dave pulled a large rubber ring out of the bag and held it up for her inspection. "The one spot you missed," he explained, "is just what this is designed to take care of. One more guess."
Margot stared at the ring, noticing the large number of soft rubber stubs on the outside. She shrugged and shook her head.
"The one spot you missed," Dave repeated, "is the first inch or inch and a half of your cunt. There are as many nerves concentrated there as there are in your clit. When I put this on my cock and slide it down to the right spot, each time either one of us moves, these stubs will gently scrape your vagina. You will, I am assured, climb the wall."
Margot took the ring from his hand and looked at it curiously. As she realized what it would do she felt her stomach tighten up with anticipation. She could hardly wait for Dave to use it on her.
"Like it?"
"Ohh, Dave!" Margot could feel her body heating up at the idea. Her breasts began to tingle and a dull ache built up in her belly.
"Well?" Dave lay back on the bed and grinned at her.
Margot threw herself across him, her hips writhing eagerly. "Put it in me, Dave. Stuff me nice and full and make me come right now." She whispered hoarsely.
"Not so fast," Dave pushed her off and then wrapped his big arms around her. "We've got all kinds of time, so let's take advantage of it. Susan isn't here and I'm really gonna work you over. Would you like that?"
Margot grinned and rubbed her nipples against him. "Certainly," she replied.
Her eager hand closed over his prick and squeezed it gently. She arched her back to give his hand access to her breasts, gasping as his fingers manipulated the tender flesh under the nipples.
"Ummm," Margot squeezed his prick harder as his fingers moved over her stiffening nipples.
Reluctantly she moved away from his caressing hand and crouched over his waist, licking her lips in anticipation. She had always liked to suck cock, but there was something about sucking on Dave's cock that drove her wild. The more she sucked the hornier she got, and Margot liked it.
She bent her head and gently took the head of his cock in her mouth, running her tongue around it the way she knew he liked. She could feel it swelling against her lips, growing larger and hotter as she sucked. She took more of it in and sucked harder, the taste of him making her cunt ooze.
"Hey, honey, take it easy." Dave was a little concerned. Sometimes Margot got carried away and rushed things unnecessarily.
Margot ignored him and continued sucking. She gently hefted his heavy balls, tickling them and enjoying his responsive wiggles.
She got up on her hands and knees and moved around so her cunt and ass were available for touching. She felt his fingers slide lightly up the outside of her leg and then across her ass cheeks. She wiggled impatiently, but Dave was taking his time. He stroked the backs of her thighs and then gently put his hand between them. Margot got the signal and spread her legs a bit further apart.
Dave enjoyed Margot's cock sucking. Her hot, busy mouth was all over his prick, licking and sucking eagerly. She was beginning to use her teeth a little bit, a sure sign she was getting excited. He looked at her cunt. The dark brown hair was already soaked with her come ooze and her pink cunt lips were partially open.
Dave-gently stroked her outer lips and was rewarded by an almost painful squeeze of his balls.
"Hey!" he complained.
"Ummm, I'm sorry, honey. Your finger-fucking surprised me."
Margot closed her mouth over his cock again and her busy tongue went back to work. She was really excited, her teeth were nipping almost painfully as she worked her way along his cock. Dave could see the white come ooze building up at the mouth of her vagina. He took his finger and gently collected a little bit of it.
Using the ooze for lubrication, Dave began running Ids finger across the horny woman's asshole, pressing a little bit each time he got to the middle.
"UMMM!" Margot's hips bucked eagerly. She shifted the center of her attentions from his cock to his balls, licking them feverishly and moving her ass in slow, suggestive circles.
Dave moved his finger away from Margot's quivering ass and into the tiny patch of flesh between her ass and her cunt. He began pressing against it, harder and harder until her head suddenly lifted up and she began to gasp convulsively.
"Ohhh, God, Dave ... I ... I don't know what ... OOOOH! I love it! Ahhh, shit! I ... GAAAAHH!"
Margot sagged down on the bed, her hips rolling from side to side. She made no attempt to muffle her cries of enjoyment, and Dave grinned at the noise she made.
"GAAAHH! Ohhh, fuck me! Use your fingers and FUCK MEEEE!" She rammed her ass back at his pressing hand as she screamed her pleasure aloud.
Suddenly she gripped his hard cock with feverish intensity. She turned her body so she could look at him. Dave was surprised at the wild look in her eyes.
"Fuck me, Dave. Right now! Fuck me, you big bastard."
Dave hastily grabbed the tickler and slid it on to his cock. He was about to get between Margot's thighs when she suddenly pushed him back on the bed.
"No, I can't wait!! I'll do it." She straddled him and frantically grabbed his prick, aiming for her screaming cunt.
"Margot, the tickler...." Dave warned her, but it was too late.
Margot gave a small cry of satisfaction as the head of his cock slid into her. She wasted no time but let the shaft slide deep into her belly. She gave a small gasp as the tickler touched the rim of her vagina and then it was inside her and she was completely stuffed with his cock.
Margot's grin of pleasure turned into a look of surprise. She gasped several times and began taking short, rapid breaths. Her breasts began trembling in time with her heart beat.
"Honey, you all right?" Dave lay perfectly still, not moving a muscle. Suddenly he felt her warm cunt begin to flutter. This usually happened after Margot had been nearly fucked out, now it was happening all at once at the beginning.
Margot's eyes slowly glazed over. Her hands began pushing against her belly just above her triangle of hair. Her mouth opened and a wild whine emerged, totally unlike any sound Dave had ever heard her make. Her head lifted and her back began to arch, pushing her cunt harder against his pelvis.
"Margot?" Dave touched her arm.
"AHHHHHHH!!" Margot screamed, her head thrown back, her hands savagely pushing against her abdomen. Suddenly she began sliding her hips back and forth frantically, her body swaying wildly.
Dave could feel her lust. Her hot cunt was squeezing tight around his prick and he could see her stomach muscles cramping. He knew the rubber spires on the tickler must be scraping along the walls of her cunt, the one spot where she'd never really been touched before.
"Dave! Dave! Dave! I love it! I ... DAVE!!" Margot's body made one last violent jerk and then slowly sagged down toward his waiting arms.
Dave caught the lust-wracked woman and cradled her gently. She clunt to him, half-sobbing and with each breath he could tell she was having another orgasm.
"Honey wait, I'll take it off."
"No!" Margot sobbed. "Leave it ... ohhhhh, God! Leave it alone! I want it inside me forever and ever. I want you fucking me forever and ever! Don't take it out ... oooooh Dave ... don't ever take it out!"
Dave's own lust was beginning to build. The continual cramping of Margot's cunt did nothing to calm him down, and her breasts scrubbing against his chest became more than he could stand.
"Ummm, Margot, you ready?"
"Wha ... oooooh, Dave! YES! Do it, lover. Fuck me good!"
Margot lifted her hips slightly and began moaning with each of Dave's hard thrusts. Every part of her cunt, inside and out, was being battered or scraped or just plain fucked, and she loved it!
Dave was speeding up the pace, and Margot's moans grew louder. Her entire body was dissolving and melting down to a little ball of sensation in her screaming cunt. Her orgasms overlapped and she no longer felt any relief. Everything was getting bigger and bigger, Dave's prick was swelling, growing longer. He was shoving it into her belly, and farther still until it was choking her.
Margot was no longer moaning, her tense body quivered atop Dave's and only small animal sounds emerged from her open mouth. She began trembling violently, it was simply too much to take any more. Something was going to have to be done! She was going to get off and go into the living room and read a nice book while Dave continued fucking her.
Margot nodded to herself. Yes, that was the only thing to do. She'd simply lift herself up and she'd do it right.
"NAAAAAA!" Margot screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt Dave's come splash inside her. She bit his shoulder, her teeth digging deep and drawing blood. She went into convulsions, her hands clawing wildly at the bed clothes. Her legs, doubled under her, tried to lift her up, but the incredible spasms of pleasure cramping her belly and cunt were too much to fight against.
"Ow!" Dave grabbed Margot's hair and pulled her face away from his shoulder. He held her by the hair and slapped her gently.
"Margot!" Dave slapped her again, harder.
"Ohhhh!" Margot's eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped against him, her breath coming in hoarse gasps.
After a long time she moved slightly and gave a long, shuddering sigh.
"That was it," she murmured thickly.
"Huh?" Dave was only half-listening. His shoulder was bleeding and it hurt like hell!
"That, you ... you wonderful fucker, was a dream come true. That was the absolute ultimate fuck."
Margot slowly lifted her body off his and lay down beside him, moaning as she felt her fucked-out cunt make a desperate try to hang on to his prick.
"Once upon a time," Margot lay with eyes closed, "there was a little teen-age girl with hot tits and an itchy cunt. Her favorite fantasy when she masturbated was to be fucked so much that the entire world became one huge, non-stop orgasm. She grew up and just now her dream came true."
Margot rolled on her side and took one of Dave's hands in hers. She pressed it between her breasts and then kissed him tenderly.
"Thank you, Dave. Thank you for making a twelve-year-old's dream come true."
"It was a...." Dave stopped. He didn't want to be flip with Margot now. "You're welcome," he smiled at her.
She cuddled against him and gently touched his soft cock.
"Nice piece of equipment you have there, mister."
"You've got some pretty nice equipment, too, kid," Dave grunted. He sat up and looked at his shoulder.
"OH, Dave! Did I do that?" Margot was horrified.
"It's okay, honey, but it won't stop bleeding."
"I'm sorry," Margot scrambled to her feet and hurried into the bathroom, returning in a moment with some antiseptic and a box of bandages.
Margot continued to apologize as she frantically dabbed antiseptic on the bite. Slowly the bleeding stopped and then she began fumbling for bandages.
"It's all right, honey. We'll leave it alone overnight and then put something on it in the morning." Dave ran his hand up her thigh and played with her soaking wet crotch hair.
"Ooooooh!" Margot wiggled.
"Ready for some more?" Dave tweaked her nipples and she jumped.
"Umm, lemme go pee," Margot grinned. "You can really push a girl's insides around, you big prick."
Dave gave her a playful slap on the ass and she ran to the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, Margot gently touched herself. Her entire body was alive to the slightest touch and her breasts seemed to be on fire. On impulse Margot tilted her head and lifted one of her heavy breasts toward her mouth. She extended her tongue and gently licked the nipple. The touch made her cunt muscles flex with pleasure.
Margot licked harder. A warm glow spread in her belly and she could feel herself rising to a peak. She smiled and gently lowered her breast, feeling the orgasm about to burst through her at any second.
Just wiping herself was enough. The touch of the toilet paper on her clit sent the orgasm rippling through her, and she purred with satisfaction.
"Honey, when you come back, bring some lotion with you," Dave called.
"Lotion? What for?"
There was a short pause and then Dave said dryly, "Guess."
Margot's stomach turned over with a sudden stab of lust. He's going to do it! She thought happily. He's going to stick it up my ass. He's going to ram that fucking pole of his into my shit chute!
Margot grabbed the bottle of hand lotion and hurried back to the bedroom.
Dave was lying on his back, a cigarette in one hand. His prick, still slick with her come ooze, lay on one thigh, the big head pointing directly at her.
"Get me nice and slick," he ordered.
Margot knelt beside him, her breasts swinging gently as she eagerly lubricated his cock, pumping it frantically to get it hard. As it swelled and stiffened between her hands she started moaning in anticipation. She could hardly wait for it!
"Give me some." Dave stubbed out the cigarette and held out his hand. Margot poured a generous glob of lotion into his palm and then returned to her work on his prick.
"Ummm," Margot licked her lips. "You look good enough to eat!"
"Stop that, you cannibal." Dave grinned as she made a biting motion at the head of his cock. "Lie down on your tummy, kid."
Margot lay on her stomach, her hips in the air. Dave's hands spread her ass cheeks apart and she felt the lotion being spread over her asshole.
"Ummm, I like that," she sighed. "Keep it up and I'll come just from being rubbed."
"Sorry, lady," Dave moved between her legs, "you've got other things to think about."
"Dave ... wait!" Margot turned slightly so she could see him.
"Dave, no matter what I say or do, don't stop. Do ... do whatever you want to me. Be as rough as you want. I'll holler and I'll scream, but I'll love it, too."
Dave nodded silently, a gentle smile on his face.
Margot reached back and her fingers closed over Ids slick cock. She guided it to the portal of her ass and then slowly withdrew her hand, her entire body trembling with anticipation.
Dave looked down at the puckered ring of muscle. He pushed against it with the head of his cock, watching it spread open slightly as Margot gasped. He pushed again, getting the thick head halfway in. Margot squealed and lowered her shoulders to the bed.
"Okay, Margot. Here it comes."
Margot squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed the bedding so tightly her knuckles turned white. She drew a deep breath and then nodded.
Dave pushed, hard.
"AHHH, nooo, don't shove it in my ass! It hurts, hurts, HURTS!! Oooh, No! Please, Dave, please don't!! I'll do whatever you want! DAVE, PLEASE!!! OH GOD, IT HURTS!!"
Margot thrashed frantically, trying to throw him off. His thick cock was nearly halfway in, and Dave kept pushing, enjoying her screams and the fantastic hot clamp of her ass muscle around his prick.
"I can't stand it! Noooo, Dave! Please, Dave, please take it out of my poor asshole! Please, oooh NOOOOO!! Dave, for the love of God, DON'T!!"
Margot began screaming in rhythm to his thrusts. Dave gave one final push and his pelvic bone bumped her tail bone.
Dave could feel the ache in his balls. He knew he was going to really get his rocks off in her ass. He liked to hear her scream in protest, even if it was only at first. His hips began to piston back and forth and with each motion Margot's screams became more incoherent.
Slowly her hips began moving back to meet his driving thrusts. Dave could sense she was getting ready to come and he speeded up the pace slightly.
"Ohhh!" Margot's head lifted off the bed. Her eyes were blank and her mouth was open so she could gasp with short, eager breaths.
"Ohh, I'm gonna come, Dave. Don't ... Don't stop now. Oh, please, Dave, HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" Margot drove her ass back on his cock, the only thing that mattered in the entire world. She knew nothing except the horrible pain and wonderful pleasure of his thick rod stuffed up her screaming asshole.
"Oh shit! Ummm, Margot ... I'm gonna come!"
"NO!" She shrieked. "Not up my ass, shoot it in my mouth!" She jerked forward and his cock popped out of her pulsing asshole. She spun around on her knees and grabbed him frantically. Her mouth closed over him and she began licking and sucking in a complete frenzy.
Dave gave a gasp of pleasure as his come spurted out. He could feel his balls knotting up as the stream of hot fluid continued to jet into her mouth.
Margot's fingers slid around his balls and began stroking him eagerly.
"Jesus, Margot!" Dave jammed his hips against her head, driving his cock deep into her throat. He felt another load spurt out and winced as she drew her fingernails down his legs in time with her sucking.
Suddenly she reached up and grabbed his hand, dragging it down to her breast. He felt her teeth nip him and he squeezed the heavy cone of flesh harder and harder.
Margot, her mouth full of prick and come, moaned with pleasure. Her eyes closed and she slumped down, her mouth gaping open to let his prick slide out. She fell back on the bed, her body jerking spasmodically as her last orgasm blew up inside her mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next afternoon was unusually hot, forcing Margot to revise her plans for dinner. She had just about decided on what to have when she heard Susan bang the front door shut.
"Hi, honey. Have fun?"
"Oh, yeah!" Susan dashed in, gave her a quick kiss and then ran toward the bathroom, shedding her clothes as she went. Margot heard the shower go on, and then Susan's joyful yell as the cool water hit her.
Margot finished combing her hair and wiggled her hips gently. Her ass was still red-hot from Dave's violent fucking. Every time she made a sudden movement her cunt and ass gave off sharp twinges that made her gasp with pleasure.
She examined herself in the mirror and decided to change halters. Her shorts were perfect, super tight and revealing, but she felt in a real show-off mood, and picked out a halter that would expose more of her heavy breasts and was thin enough to let the nipples be obvious even if they were soft.
Standing bare-chested in the middle of the bedroom, Margot gently touched herself, teasing her nipples stiff and smiling at the reaction inside her body. It never ceased to amaze her that the instant she thought of Dave, she stopped being logical and turned into a female fucking machine with nothing on her mind except sex.
"Oh, boy, that feels better!" Susan left a trail of puddles behind her as she emerged from the bathroom and stepped into Margot's room. Standing naked beside her mother she dried herself vigorously, her body unconsciously moving against her hands.
Margot finished tying her halter and looked at her daughter. Susan's breasts were getting larger every day. They were alrady nearly perfect cones and showed every possibility of being even larger than her mother's eventually. Her ribs were still prominent, but her belly was gently rounded and there was a distinct mound of flesh at the junction of her legs, lightly covered with her first pubic hair.
Margot sat down on the bed and smiled at her, getting a smile in return.
"Honey, remember the other day I said we were going to have to have a talk about things?"
Susan nodded; she was busy drying her hair and was more concerned with that then with a talk.
Margot rubbed her fingertips nervously and then cleared her throat.
Susan stopped drying her hair and looked at her mother.
"Honey, look in the mirror. What do you see?" Susan stared at herself for a moment and then shrugged.
"I see me, mommy."
Margot shook her head. "Take another look. You're really starting to grow up. I've told you all about how you can get pregnant, but it's about time you learned the rest. Pretty soon you're going to start looking at boys and they're going to start looking at you. And then," Margot sighed, "they're going to want to do a lot more than look. They'll want to kiss you, fondle your breasts, play with your cunny and have you play with their pricks. The next step is going all the way, fucking, intercourse."
Susan shifted and rubbed her nose, the conversation was making her feel horny.
Margot leaned back, bracing herself so that her breasts thrust out, straining hard against the skimpy halter. She looked at Susan and smiled.
"Now I, for one, think that sex is the best thing that can happen between two people, after falling in love, that is. But you can't just do it without thinking ahead. To begin with, on Monday we're going to see Doctor Vining and get you started on birth control pills. That way, if you do decide to have sex with a boy, you won't get pregnant."
Susan thought about what her mother had said and then scratched her head. "I don't know, mommy. I understand what you're saying, but I don't really know what a penis looks like."
Margot laughed. "Of course you don't! Well, I can take care of that." She got up and opened a bureau drawer. She rummaged around inside it and then pulled out a small book.
She sat down on the bed and Susan sat beside her. Margot opened the book and as she turned the first page Susan realized it was a photo album.
"Here," Margot tapped a photo, "that's a prick, or cock, or dong, or penis. It's called all sorts of things, but every boy and man has one."
Susan looked at the photo. It showed a naked man lying on his back with his cock sticking straight up in the air. There was a naked woman kneeling beside him. Her mouth was open and of her hands was touching his prick.
"That's a penis, honey. It's hard and hot and can make you feel like all the money in the world and everything else you've ever wanted all at the same time."
"What's that?" Susan pointed.
"Those are his balls, his testicles. Some men like to have them stroked, but gently. They're very sensitive. The best way to do it is to cup them gently and then just let your fingers slide up, very lightly."
Margot's voice was dreamy and she could feel herself getting hot. Her ass kept sending twinges all through her body, and her cunt was just as bad. The tight-fitting shorts were rubbing her cunt and she could feel her passion increasing.
Susan was still staring at the photo, her face flushed. She was getting excited. The idea of someone sticking himself inside her was hard to accept, but the sight of the stiff cock in the photograph made her feel all hot inside.
"Does it hurt?" She looked at her mother.
Margot smiled. "The first time you do it, yes. After that it'll gradually get better and better and there won't be any pain at all unless you happen to be in the wrong position and he pushed it too deep."
Susan turned the page. The next photo made her gasp. It showed two women, and one had her face buried between the other's legs.
"Oh wow!" Susan bounced on the bed. She'd been feeling guilty about what she and Beverly had done the night before, but here were two women doing it and letting themselves be photographed!
"That looks like a real ball!" Susan grinned at her mother.
Margot started to close the book, but Susan dropped it. They both got off the bed to pick it up, and Susan's elbow brushed Margot's crotch.
"Ooof!" Margot rolled on the floor. She wasn't hurt, but the unexpected blow had overloaded her nervous system.
Pressing her hands into her crotch, she humped frantically, moaning with pleasure at the combination of orgasm and pain that ripped at her.
"Ohh, mommy!" Tearfully, Susan knelt by Margot's side, wanting to touch her but afraid to. "Mommy, I'm sorry!"
Margot rolled on her back and tore her shorts off her body. She needed to be able to touch herself, to play with every possible part of her screaming cunt. She pulled the lips apart and feverishly wedged two fingers into her vagina, the heel of her hand pressing against her clit.
"Mommy, are you all right?" Susan, tears streaming down her face, shook Margot.
"Aaaaaah!" Margot screamed. "Oh FUCK! I ... I'm gonna come! Oooohh yes ... FUCK MEEEE!" Her back arched and she tore at herself in a savage frenzy. She couldn't think, everything was concentrated inside her body in one fantastic ball of fire. She wanted to be touched, poked, kissed and fucked, fucked and fucked again!
"Oh, wow ... she's flipping out!" Susan knelt on the floor, her young body a churning mass of feelings as she watched her mother's frantic movements.
"Susan! Susan, bottom drawer ... get it out of the bottom drawer!" Margot gasped. She no longer had any shame. She had to do what she was doing. She had to have one huge come!
Susan jerked the drawer open and pawed through its contents, not knowing what she was looking for. She threw clothing onto the floor in her desperate search. Reaching deep into the drawer her fingers closed around something large and round. She pulled it out and stared at it.
"Susan, hurry!" Margot reached for her frantically.
"Is this it, mommy?"
"YES!" Margot squeezed her cunt and moaned. She reached up and tore the flimsy halter away from her breasts. Her thick nipples, free of the binding, jabbed away from the heavy cones, growing larger and larger.
Susan hurried back and knelt by her mother. Margot's eyes were closed and she pistoned her hips up and down faster and faster, breathing with whining gasps.
"Mommy, what do you want me to do?" Susan was frightened and horny at the same time. The sight of her mother made her want to run and hide and masturbate all at the same time. She didn't understand the terrible frenzy which she was seeing, but every part of her was responding to it.
"Ohhh, Susan, you ... you'll have to do it, honey. Please, Susan, do it!" Margot begged.
"Do WHAT, mommy?" Susan was close to tears.
"Uhhh ... AHHHHHHH!!" Margot pinched her nipples and shook her head violently. "Stick it in me, Susan. That's a dildo. Stuff it in my cunt, honey! Please, Susan, DO IT!"
Susan swallowed nervously and knelt between Margot's raised knees. She took the dildo and put the thick end of it against the mouth of her mother's drooling cunt.
"PUSH! Damnit! Push it into me!" Margot cried frantically.
Susan bit her lip and pushed. She could see her mother's cunt being forced open and she paused, afraid of hurting her.
"Noooo, honey. More, put it in MORE!"
Susan shoved it in deeper and Margot gave a deep sigh and began to moan deep in her throat. Her hands danced over her body, squeezing at her breasts and then sliding down to rub her clit.
"Pump it, honey. Push it in as far as you can and then pull it halfway out." Margot began trembling as Susan obeyed her hoarse-voiced instructions. She could feel a huge orgasm forming, like a beautiful rainbow, all around her cunt.
Susan moved the dildo in and out of her mother, matching her actions to the motions of her mother's hips. Instinctively she speeded up the pace until she was ramming the dildo into Margot as hard as Dave had fucked her the night before.
"Don't stop, Susan! I'm gonna come. Ohhhh, God, am I gonna come!!" Margot's body was slick with sweat and her stomach rippled as her muscles contracted and relaxed, her cunt mouth eagerly grabbing at the dildo to keep it inside.
Susan was feeling sick at her stomach she was so horny. She desperately wanted to rub herself, but she knew she had to help her mother. She jammed the dildo into the hot cunt as hard as she could and then abruptly changed the pace, using single, brutally hard strokes in place of the earlier fast pumping.
"YES! Oh, shit ... Susan ... I'm ... COMING! I'm GAAAAHHH!!!" Margot's body twisted in an agonized spasm of lust. Her hands grabbed Susan's hand and held it against her soaking wet cunt, forcing her to hold the dildo all the way inside as the big-breasted woman screamed out her come.
Susan remained frozen where she was, afraid to move. She could feel her mother's come ooze on her hand and the raging heat of the moist pussy flesh against her hand. More ooze ran along the dildo and Susan watched it drip on to the rug between her mother's shaking ass cheeks.
"Ohhhh!" Margot slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times. "Ohhh, Jesus Christ, what a fucking fantastic come! Susan, you were wonderful! Thank you, baby."
Margot lifted her head and looked at her daughter. Susan was staring at her mother's crotch with a dazed expression on her face and tears in her eyes.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Margot sat up slowly, feeling the butt of the dildo scrape on the floor and vibrate inside her.
"Mommy, help me," Susan remained kneeling, her hands by her sides. "Mommy, I hurt! I ... my insides hurt. All of me ... HURTS!" The teenager sobbed bitterly.
"Ohhh, honey, it's all right." Margot took her daughter in her arms and cradled her gently. She stroked her hair and felt Susan's arms go around her. Susan buried her face between her mother's big breasts and began crying wildly.
"I just ... ache and hurt inside, mommy. My tummy is all tied up in knots and my cunny ... oohh, it hurts, mommy!"
Margot felt a pang of guilt run through her. What was she doing with her daughter? She'd put on a horrible display of ... well, depravity, was the only thing she could call it, and gotten her poor little girl completely messed up.
"It'll be all right, Susan." Margot soothed her gently.
"That's all right for you to say," Susan cried bitterly. "You got your goddamed rocks off! You've had a super-big come! I'm just sitting here, and I HURT! Do you hear me, mommy, I hurt!"
Margot shook her head. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought. She'd started this, and she was going to have to finish it.
"Honey, get up on the bed, on the edge." Margot helped her sobbing daughter up on the bed. She gently laid her down and maneuvered her so Susan's small ass was resting at the edge of the mattress and her feet dangled over the edge.
"Honey, I'm going to help you stop hurting. Would you like that?"
Susan sniffled and nodded. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at her mother. Margot smiled and gently put her hand on Susan's hot belly.
"Ohh!" Susan gasped.
"Would you like me to touch you, Susan?"
"Mommy?" Susan, wide-eyed, was afraid to ask what her mother meant.
"Would you like me to lick your breasts and kiss your cunny?"
"Ooohh, mommy! Yes!!" Susan started to lift herself up, but Margot shook her head.
"You just lie back and enjoy it, baby. Don't be afraid to say or do anything you want. All right?"
"Yes, mommy," Susan replied in a small voice. Margot squatted between Susan's legs and gently lifted them until her daughter's feet rested on her shoulders. She examined Susan's nearly hairless pussy. The pouting pink lips were already wet with come ooze, and Margot could smell the faint, musky odor of her daughter's lust.
Slowly Margot ran her hand up Susan's body until her fingers touched the base of Susan's tiny breast. Skillfully she teased the sensitive flesh, carefully avoiding the hot, rigid nipple.
"Oooo, mommy." Susan's hips rolled and she lifted her ass off the bed, thrusting her hot pussy toward Margot's face. Her entire body was one huge ache, and there was an annoying buzzing sound inside her head that wouldn't go away, but just stayed there.
Margot flicked Susan's hot nipples and smiled as her daughter squealed with surprise. Susan's hips gave a convulsive jerk and then began trembling slightly.
"Okay, honey. I'm gonna get rid of that ache for you."
Margot gently pressed her mouth against Susan's cunt, her tongue stroking the hot, moist flesh between the lips.
"MOMMY!" Susan's hands grabbed at Margot's head, her fingers gripping in a spasm of pleasure.
Margot continued her slow, careful mouthing of her daughter's pussy. Almost instinctively she reached between her own gaping thighs and grabbed the come-slick butt of the dildo. As she licked and sucked at the softly moaning girl's cunt, Margot began moving the dildo inside her with casual, relaxed strokes. She knew she was going to have another come, but she wanted to make the pleasure last.
"Ohhh, MOMMY!!" Susan's head rolled from side to side and she gasped at the gentle lashing of her mother's tongue on her body. The buzzing sound was getting louder, and Susan felt as though it were a buzz saw about to slice her into little pieces.
"Mommy, I love you. Ooh, mommy! I ... oh, Mommy! I think I ... EEEEEE!!" Susan's voice rose to a shriek as the noise inside her head became an unbearable roar. Her entire body seemed to come apart and then crash back together into one mass of pleasure that she couldn't stand any more.
"MOMMY!! YESSSSS!!" Susan screamed. Her feet cramped against Margot's shoulders and then she lifted her legs in the air and kicked them violently, trying to drive her cunt into Margot's mouth.
Margot felt her own come building up and she pumped harder, driving herself up and over the crest into a warm, shuddering release that made her moan into Susan's quivering pussy.
"Oooh, mommy! Thank you!" Susan moved back on the bed and rolled on her side, one hand between her legs, feeling the wet flesh of her pussy.
Margot slowly lifted herself off the floor and lay down beside Susan with a deep sigh of contentment. Reluctantly she pulled the dildo out of her and dropped it on the floor, half-smiling at the thump it made.
"Ummm," Susan rolled against her and kissed her tit with a loud smack.
"Like it, honey?" Margot smiled lazily.
"Ohhh, mommy ... I ... I can't tell you how good it felt!" Susan snuggled up against her mother and rested her head on the big mounds of her breasts.
Margot grinned. "You don't have to tell me, honey. I know! Believe me, your ma knows."
Susan giggled. She laid her legs across Margot's and rubbed her wet crotch against her mother's hip.
"Are you still horny?" Margot looked at her.
Susan giggled and shrugged. "I ... well, I'm sorta warmed up, and I don't want to quit if I don't have to."
Margot laughed. Susan was really her mother's daughter. Never take one orgasm if you could get ten, or better still, twenty!
"Well, you may be all warmed up and ready to go for the rest of the day, but I'm pooped. Dave was over here last night and he fucked me up one side and down the other. He's coming over again tonight, and I expect it will be the same thing all over again. I've simply got to get some rest." Margot was a little shocked to hear herself being so candid with Susan, but, what the hell, why not? Susan was a big girl.
"Honey, I've got just the thing to take the edge off your appetite." Margot disentangled herself and opened the drawer of the night stand. She pulled out the box Dave had given her the night before and handed it to Susan.
"Dave got this for you, and gave it to me to keep until I thought you were ready for it. Well, after today, you're ready."
Margot watched with mixed feelings as Susan opened the box and took out the vibrator.
"There's a switch on the bottom, Susan." Margot showed her the switch and watched Susan as she turned it on and ran the vibrating cone of plastic along her arm.
"Do I touch myself with it?" Susan was puzzled. She was not nearly as sophisticated as she was horny.
Margot swallowed the lump that suddenly appeared in her throat. She was ashamed of herself and what she was doing, but at the same time she felt Susan would be better off learning from someone who cared about her.
"Lie down, Susan." Margot gave her a gentle shove and Susan lay back on the bed, her little breasts standing up proudly from her small rib cage.
Margot took the buzzing vibrator from her and lifted one of Susan's legs. "Pull them all the way back until your knees touch your shoulders," Margot instructed.
Susan did as she was told, remembering her mother and Dave the other night.
"Now honey, no matter what I do, keep your knees against your shoulders, all right?"
Susan nodded vigorously. She clasped her knees and spread her legs apart at Margot's touch. With her head propped up by the pillows, she could see everything her mother did.
Margot examined Susan's crotch, running her fingers lightly down the inside of her daughter's thigh. Susan giggled and Margot smiled at her. She gently stroked her leg with the vibrator, getting Susan accustomed to the sensation.
With something of a shock, Margot realized that her daughter had a beautiful pussy. She was too young for a full growth of pubic hair, and the light fringe she had only served to accent the pinkness of her cunt lips. The lips were moist with ooze and the nub of her little clit peeked out from beneath its protective hood of flesh. Her vagina was still tiny, lacking the stretch marks it would gather as successive pricks were shoved into it. Susan's asshole was a light brown circle of puckered muscle, moist now from the drops of ooze that had been jolted out of her by her orgasm.
"Honey, you look good enough to eat!" Margot exclaimed.
Susan giggled and gave her hips a little twist. "You did, mommy. Remember?"
Margot chuckled. Growing serious, she gently stroked the outside of Susan's pussy with the tip of the vibrator.
Susan gasped and pulled her legs up harder. "Mommy, that feels fantastic! Do it again!"
Margot continued her gentle strokes and watched the small body twist and turn with increasing speed. The tiny mouth of Susan's vagina began to flutter and a few drops of milky fluid oozed out, trickling down to form a tiny pool by her asshole.
Susan began to moan in time with Margot's strokes. Her hips rolled, frantically trying to capture the tip of the elusive vibrator and hold it against her. Her breathing became shallow and her chest heaved with her exertions.
"Ohh, mommy! I love it!! Don't stop, please! I want to feel like this forever!" Susan gasped and rolled on her side, her body jerking violently.
Just as the teen-ager began to close her legs to capture the vibrator, Margot moved it and held it gently against the base of the girl's pink clitoris.
"AHHHH!!" Susan turned onto her back and she writhed convulsively. Her hands tore the vibrator out of her mother's hand and she rolled back on her side, humping frantically against the buzzing cone of plastic.
"Would you like me to touch you, honey?" Margot rested her hand on Susan's hip.
Susan gave a jerky nod. Margot gently closed her hand over one of her daughter's small breasts, feeling the stiff nipple dig into her palm. She stroked the hot cone and tenderly rolled the hard nubbin at the tip between her fingers.
"MOMMY! MOMMY, I'M COMING!! Ooooh, SHIT! Mommy, I can't stop coming! I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT ... OHHH, SOMEBODY, FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME!!" Susan's screams of pleasure rang out in the small room.
Margot closed her eyes and threw her head back. It was more than she could stand. With one hand on her daughter's tiny breast, she drove the other into her hot, wet cunt, rubbing frantically.
She cried out as she came, her legs jerking against Susan's. She fell to her side and then rolled against her daughter's sweat-slick body.
"Ohhh, mommy," Susan sobbed. "I love you!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Umm." Margot rolled over and stretched, feeling relaxed and deliciously fucked out. Her entire body tingled and she no longer was tied up in a sexual knot.
She propped herself up and lit a cigarette, her hand idly playing with her pubic hair. She rubbed the smooth skin on her belly and then gave each of her nipples a gentle tweak.
"Ohhh!" Susan yawned and rolled on her back, stretching luxuriously. Her small breasts jiggled as she stretched and relaxed several times in succession.
Their eyes met and the two naked women laughed with pleasure. Susan rolled over and cupped one of Margot's breasts, kissing it gently.
"Thank you, mommy." The tousle-haired teenager smiled up at her.
Margot smiled in return. Susan was a natural. As long as she kept her wits about her and didn't go off the deep end, Margot was sure that Susan would find life to be a fucking ball, literally.
"Ummm, I feel sooooo good!" Susan snuggled up against her mother and ran her fingers over Margot's tummy, making her giggle.
"Stop it, silly!" Margot gave her a playful slap on the ass. "I've got to go shopping for dinner. Dave'll be coming over any time now, so you get some clothes on. I don't want you bouncing bare-ass naked all over the house."
Susan stuck her tongue out at Margot and they both laughed.
Margot got up and slowly pulled on her skin-tight shorts, enjoying the pressure against her cunt as she slowly buttoned them up. She reached into her bureau drawer for another halter and saw that Susan was still naked on the bed, trying to turn on the vibrator.
"Honey, I think we left it running. The batteries are probably dead. I'll get some more at the market."
Margot tied the halter around her and gently pulled the fabric up over her breasts, enjoying the touch of it on her nipples. She tied it around her neck and gave Susan a swift kiss.
"Now get some clothes on, you little hussy!"
"Yes, mommy," Susan grinned. She sat on the edge of the bed while Margot gathered her purse and keys and went out the door, then she flopped back, her hands idly stroking her body.
She was far more aware of her body now. Her fingers could carefully work all around one spot until she had to touch it, and it felt that much better for waiting.
It was a shame the vibrator wouldn't work. She wanted to try it again, not to have another come, but just to feel the wonderful waves of pleasure she could get by stroking herself in the right places.
With a sigh Susan dropped the vibrator on the bed and got up. She padded into her bedroom and found a pair of comfortable shorts and an old shirt. Feeling a bit daring, the pert teen-ager left the shirt half-open, exposing the inner swells of her small titties. When she leaned forward she knew that anyone in front of her would be able to see everything.
She was combing her hair when she heard the front door open and close.
"Margot?" Dave's voice was loud in the quiet house.
"She's not here." Susan stepped into the hall, forgetting how open her shirt was. "She went shopping for dinner."
"Oh." Dave grinned uneasily. He liked Margot a lot, but Susan made him nervous. She was a younger image of her mother, and her casual sexiness at once made him horny and angered him at the same time. He hadn't lied when he said she bugged him. Often when he was shoving his prick into Margot's hot cunt he would think about Susan, and the thought would make him push a little harder.
Now she was standing there, brushing her hair and completely unconscious of the fact that each time she raised her arm her shirt gaped open and he could see the mouth-watering swell of one breast, capped with a perfect nipple.
"When did mommy give you the key?" Susan tossed the hairbrush in the general direction of her bureau and moved past Dave into the kitchen.
"Key? Oh, she gave it to me a couple of weeks ago. I thought she'd told you about it."
Susan shook her head. She didn't like Dave. He was big and hard-muscled and so sure of himself. His blond hair was cut much too short to suit her, and everything about him was just too masculine!
Susan lowered her gaze and blushed slightly. Dave always wore tight pants, and today was no exception. She could see the bulge his prick made, and she suddenly remembered the other night, and her mother's lust-choked voice, begging him for more and more! The memory of his prick sliding into her mother's cunt made her stir uneasily. Somehow things were blurring together, the memory of the other night, the photo of the man with the stiff cock, the wonderful feeling the vibrator had given her, her mother's tongue on her pussy.
Dave leaned against the doorframe, watching the girl move around in the kitchen. Her ass wiggled as she walked back and forth and for a moment he thought about what it would feel like to stuff his prick into her tiny cunt, forcing it open for the first time. The thought made his prick stir and start to rise.
Susan saw the bulge in his pants move and her cunt gave a little responsive flutter. Her stomach began doing flip flops of arousal and fear combined. She wanted to be fucked, but she didn't like Dave. She remembered how big his prick had seemed in the dim light of the bedroom and how much her mother had liked it.
"Let's see if there's any beer in the house." Dave walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. He pulled out the last can and opened it hard, ignoring the foam that spilled over his hand and dripped on to the floor.
"Ohh," Susan shook her head. She got a sponge off the sink board and knelt on the floor, mopping up the spill.
Dave looked down at her. Her shirt was gaping open and he could see both of her small, perfectly shaped breasts. The nipples were rigid and stood away from her body, inviting someone to play with them. He twisted his hips uncomfortably; he was really getting a hard-on!
Susan looked up at him and gulped. She could see his prick moving in his pants, and it made her pussy cramp with lust. She'd never felt so funny before. She wanted the whole thing to stop, she didn't like him, but her body was taking control, and Susan was powerless to do anything except stare with ever-growing hunger at the cloth-covered prick.
"What's wrong, Susan? Ants in your pants?" Dave felt he had to be nasty to break the real emotional current he could feel building.
Susan swallowed and then asked abruptly, "Is it true men like having their balls tickled?"
Dave started to laugh and then stopped. Susan was deadly serious. He took a swig on beer and sat down at the kitchen table, letting his legs sprawl comfortably.
"Yeah," he nodded. "If a woman does it right it can be a lot of fun. But it has to be really light. Anything else and ... it's just like ... shaking hands."
Susan began laughing. The idea of shaking hands like that really broke her up. She shook her head and laughed harder.
Dave grinned. He began to realize that Susan was just as unsure of him as he was of her.
"Hey, Susan, you know I'm not a complete sonofabitch, just a partial one." Dave's grin broadened.
This sent the brown-haired teenager off again.
"Wha ... what part of you, is ... and what pa ... part of you isn't?" She howled.
Dave laughed. "Come and find out," he challenged. He put up his fists in a mock fighting stance and stood up.
Susan leaped to her feet and mimicked him shuffling her feel and waving her small fists in front of her.
Dave reached out and gently punched her on the shoulder. She responded with a roundhouse right aimed about six inches in front of his chin. He blocked it easily and tapped her on the shoulder again.
Susan began laughing. They circled each other and then Susan threw another roundhouse punch. She was off balance and spun around, falling back against him.
Dave automatically grabbed her, and his hands closed over her small tits.
"Oooh!" Susan froze. She felt the warmth of his hands through her thin shirt and her nipples leaped up against them. She wiggled as she felt his prick getting harder against her lower back. She knew she was wet in the crotch, she could feel her come cream oozing out of her hot, tight cunt. She had trouble breathing, and her heart pounded furiously.
Dave was afraid to move. He could feel his cock go completely hard and the slim teen-ager's gyrating ass didn't calm him down a bit. Her breasts were completely engulfed by his big hands, and he could tell she wanted it. He knew the small girl he was fondling wanted his prick stuffed into her hot little fuck hole.
Susan made the first move. She reached behind her and slowly rubbed her hand up and down Dave's hard thigh, getting as close to his crotch as she could. She knew it was crazy, just plain dumb, wrong, but the knowledge of his hard prick just inches away was too much for her. She wanted it! She wanted to feel it stuffed inside her!
"Dave," Susan said in a lot, thick voice, "do it to me, Dave. I want you to do it with me. I've never done it before, but I want to do it with you," Susan pulled her shirt open and his hands slid onto her naked breasts, "Fuck me!" She begged.
Sweet Jesus! Dave was scared and horny at the same time. What the hell am I gonna do with this kid? If I do anything to her, Margot will castrate me with a dull spoon! But a tight cherry pussy-it'd be fantastic! Just thinking about it made him stroke her breasts slightly.
"Ooooh!" Susan gasped. His hands were big, and the skin was rough. Her nipples seemed to grow larger, trying to create more surface to be touched.
"Please, Dave, let's do it. I watched you and mommy the other night, and I want it, too. I heard her when you stuck it inside her, and I want to feel like that too!"
Dave jerked away from her and sat down, shaking his head. "No, Susan. It wouldn't work, kid. I'm too old. If I did it to you, even if you begged me, it would still be statutory rape. And going to jail would be the least of my problems. Your mother'd kill me!"
"Ohhh," Susan began to cry. Her entire tummy was one huge want-knot. She wanted sex! She could see the bulge in his pants, and she wanted it!
"Susan, I'm too big to fuck you, honey." Dave tried to console her but the angry girl jerked away and faced the window. "Dammit, kid, if I fucked you, I'd rip you open! You'd bleed for weeks! Do you know how big my prick is and how small your cunt is? Do you have any idea?"
"No," Susan turned to face him, a sly smile on her face. "I don't know how big your cock is, Dave, but I'm gonna find out." She gave a little giggle. "If you don't fuck me, right now, I'll find someone who will, and then I'll tell mom that you did it. I'll tell her you RAPED me!"
"What?" Dave lunged out of the chair and grabbed the teen-ager, his fingers closing painfully around her arm. "You dumb little broad, what the hell are you talking about?" he roared. He lifted her onto the table and slammed his hands down on her thighs, pinning her in place. "Are you completely nuts? Haven't you got any sense at all?"
"NO!" Susan cried. "I can see that fucking prick of yours in those fucking tight pants and I want it, I want it, I WANT IT!!" She collapsed against him, sobbing bitterly.
Dave automatically put his arms around her and held her close, letting her cry until she had calmed down a bit.
"Better?"
Susan sniffed and nodded. Dave sat down and looked at her. Her shirt had fallen off her shoulders and shew as naked to the waist, her small breasts thrusting out toward him invitingly.
"Susan, we've never really talked. I know you don't like me too much, and I don't blame you. But I like your mother very much, and I'd like you to like me, too. Don't make things harder all the way around, okay?"
Susan, her eyes brimming with tears, nodded. She slid down into his lap and wiggled slightly, smiling tearfully at him.
"I'm sorry, Dave. Sometimes I do really crazy things."
Dave hugged her gently. "Honey, I would love to fuck you, don't ever misunderstand me about that. But it'll be a lot better if you do it first with someone who won't hurt you as much as I would."
"Ummm, that sounds like fun." Susan smiled. She kissed his cheek and then moved her head slightly and their mouths met.
Dave's hand clamped on the back of her head and his tongue drove into her mouth. Susan gave a start of surprise and then began moving against him.
Dave, forgetting all his good intentions, cupped her tiny breast and began manipulating the nipple. He heard the girl whine at his touch and her ass wiggling speeded up, pressing her hip against his cock and making it harder than ever.
"Ohhh, Dave," Susan whispered.
"Take your shorts off and get up on the table," Dave ordered harshly.
Susan hurriedly pulled her shorts off and then got up on the table. She sat with her legs bent, her dripping hot cunt as close to Dave as she could get.
Dave reached out and began playing with the teen-ager's breasts, tugging at the nipples and then squeezing the small warm cones in his big hands.
"Lie down, Susan." Dave watched her do as she was told. He looked at her small cunt and shook his head. It was so fucking small!
Quivering with mingled lust and fear, Susan lay back on the table and stared at the ceiling. She wanted to watch what he was doing, but that scared her, too. She felt his hands between her legs, pushing her thighs open and then she gave a gasp of pleasure as his fingers touched her screaming pussy.
Dave took his time. His cock was so hard that it ached, but he wasn't going to rush this. He stroked the girl's cunt slowly, listening to her choked gasps of pleasure.
Susan nearly screamed when his mouth touched her cunt. His tongue was rougher than her mother's but in a nice way. It stroked up and down, almost touching her clit, but not quite. She wiggled her hips in frustration and Dave, seeming to read her mind, swiped across the sensitive nubbin with a light touch of his tongue.
"YES!!" Susan screamed. Her orgasm was fast, almost brutal in its intensity. The feeling pounded through her, giving the teen-ager a momentary headache.
Dave didn't stop. Once he had touched her clit, he came back to it with increasing frequency. At last his tongue was touching nothing else, and Susan was screaming wildly.
Dave waited until she had calmed down a bit and then he began again. Just as the writhing girl had another orgasm, he gently inserted the tip of his finger into her drooling cunt and scratched the inner surface lightly.
"YES!" Susan cried. "Put it in me! FUCK ME!!"
Dave slowly worked her up until Susan was having one orgasm after another, screaming with pleasure and lust.
"Oh shit, I can't stand it! Don't stop, Dave! DON'T EVER STOP FUCKING MEEEEE!!"
Dave slowly withdrew his finger and Susan's frantic writhings quieted. She lay, staring blurry-eyed at the ceiling, her breath coming in great gasps.
"Oh God, Dave! That was wonderful, and it didn't hurt at all!" She raised her head and smiled at him between her bent knees.
Dave silently stood up and pulled off his shirt. He watched Susan's eyes bug out as she realized she hadn't had his prick up her cunt. He dropped his pants and underpants and stood silently, watching her reaction.
"Ohh, it's beautiful!" Susan sat up and stared at the thick cock. The pink head, the pale flesh with the big veins crisscrossing beneath the surface was simply too much!
"Can I ... can I touch it?" Susan looked up at him.
Dave smiled and put her hand on his stiff prick. Just the touch of her gentle fingers drove him wild, but when the teen-ager began stroking his balls, it really made him jump. Her fingers were feather-light, stroking and caressing him gently, the touch making him harder then he thought possible.
"Take it easy, Susan, or I'll blow my wad all over your boobies instead of inside you." Dave warned.
"Ohh, that's right!" Susan looked up at him, completely downcast. "We can't fuck, Dave. I'm not taking birth control pills."
Dave grinned. "It's okay, honey. I'll pull it out of you before I come. I promise."
"Honest?"
"Honest." Dave nodded.
"Well, then...." Susan's smile was quivering and mixed with uncertainty. "Let's ... ohh, I'm scared!"
"Lie down, honey. Lie down and I'll make a woman out of you." Dave stroked her belly.
Susan lay back, biting her lip to keep from saying stop. She felt Dave's big hands on her slim thighs as he shifted her into the proper position.
"Ready, Susan?"
Susan nodded. She was scared shitless, but she was as ready as she'd ever be.
Dave held the girl's slim legs as far apart as he could. He moved closer until the head of his prick butted into her crotch, making her gasp. He took one hand and guided the prick to the opening of her tiny cunt. Thank God she'd oozed so much. Her cunt would be good and slick. He put the head of his cock just inside the opening and rocked forward gently, spreading the virgin mouth open and penetrating less than an inch.
"Ohh, that hurts, Dave." Susan complained breathlessly.
Dave ignored her and pushed a little deeper, meeting more resistance as the thick head of his cock jammed into the tiny cunt.
"Owww!"
Dave met real resistance, her cherry skin. He drew back slightly and then pushed firmly. There was resistance, but only for a moment. The weight of his body tore her cherry and Susan howled with the pain. Dave's cock slid into her, deeper and deeper until it butted against the mouth of her cervix, completely stuffing her tight little cunt.
"OWWW! Goddammit NO! TAKE IT OUT DAVE, TAKE IT OUT!! It HURTS! OWWWWW, it HURTS!!" Susan tried to get away from him, but Dave's firm grip on her thighs held her in place.
He slowly pulled almost all the way out and looked down. The hard shaft of his cock was smeared with come cream and streaks of blood, a pattern that was repeated on the bulging cunt lips of the moaning, squirming girl under him.
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"I don't like it! Ohhh, shit, it hurts!" Susan tried to get Dave out of her, but he was too big and too heavy to move. The thick mass of his prick felt as though it were going to jam forward into her belly any second. She couldn't breathe from the pressure and pain inside her.
Dave ignored the teen-ager's protests and began stroking his hard prick in and out of the fantastic tight, hot cunt. He'd never felt anything so tight in his entire life! Susan might be yelling no, but her cunt muscles were sucking at him, saying yes!
"Goddamit, Dave, get out of me! I mean it!! 1 DON'T WANT YOUR COCK ANY MORE!! You're hurting me ... I ... OH SHIT! DAVE! DAVE, I'M GONNA...." The words stuck in Susan's throat as the orgasm tore through her. There was a huge explosion in her belly that set off a chain reaction all through her until there was a huge burst of white light behind her eyes.
Half-sobbing, half-screaming, the slim teen-ager writhed back and forth, trying to force the thick cock deeper into her wildly sucking cunt. The pleasure was washing the pain away, leaving nothing but enjoyment and desire behind.
Dave rested for a moment. He meant to keep his word about not coming inside her, but if Susan kept bucking and humping, he'd have to come.
"Oooohhh, Dave!" Susan gave a shuddering sigh and pressed her hands on her belly, feeling the bulk of his cock inside her. She slid her hands up to her breasts and cupped them lovingly.
"Ohhhhh, Dave, you really are a super fucker!"
"JESUS CHRIST!!"
The sound of Margot's voice made both of them cringe. She was standing in the doorway, a bag of groceries under her arm.
"What the hell is going ... OH GOD!" Margot stormed in and looked down at her daughter. She could see Dave's prick, and she could see where it was lodged.
"Mommy ... Mommy ... I...." Susan sobbed.
"Susan! And you, YOU GODDAM SONOFA-BITCH!!" Margot turned on Dave, ready to scratch his eyes out.
Dave jerked his still hard cock out of Susan's cunt and retreated hastily. There was murder in the enraged woman's eyes.
"Go to your room you little slut!" Margot dropped the groceries and aimed a slap at her sobbing daughter.
Susan rolled off the table and ran out of the kitchen, sobbing madly.
"I'm going to fix you, you Goddamned pervert!" Margot grabbed a knife off the sink board and started toward Dave.
"I'm gonna slice your filthy prick off and shove it down your throat!" She lunged and Dave ducked rapidly.
"Raping a fourteen-year old girl! Jesus God, what kind of a fucking bastard are you?" Margot chased her scared boy friend out of the kitchen and into the living room.
They circled for a moment and Dave began noticing something beside the knife. Margot's nipples were so enlarged that he could see their texture through the cloth of the halter. There was a rapidly growing stain in her crotch where she was oozing come cream, and her breathing was exactly the same as it was just before she had a huge orgasm. She was mad, but she was super horny as well!
Dave moved fast. He feinted and as Margot lunged, slapped the knife out of her hand. With one fast grab he tore her halter off, exposing her big breasts which swung wildly with her movements. He fended off her fingernails, aimed at his eyes and turned to avoid her knee in his balls. Dave wrapped his arm around her, pinning her arms for an instant. As they stumbled toward the couch he savagely ripped the material of her shorts loose. They fell on the couch and the last of her shorts came away in his hand.
Margot drove her knees for his gut, but she missed, and Dave gave her a light punch in the stomach. In reaction, she drew her legs up. Before she had a chance to recover, Dave had pinned her knees against her shoulders and was fumbling at her cunt.
"You fucking pervert! Just wait, I'm gonna ... AHHH!" Margot's fury was cut short by the rock-hard thrust of Dave's cock in her asshole.
"YOU SHIT!! YOU GODDAM LOUSY FUCKING SHIT!! NOOOOO, I DON'T WANT IT. TAKE YOUR FUCKING PRICK OUT OF ME!!"
"Stop lying to yourself!" Dave slapped her. "You love it rough. Seeing Susan and me balling got you so horny you're ready to come right now!"
"NO!! You're a dirty, fucking, filthy pervert and I HATE YOU!!" Margot struggled violently.
"BULLSHIT!" Dave thrust harder.
"I ... I ... AHHHH, NOOOO ... I don't want to ... GAAHHH!" Margot clawed at him, frantically trying to pull his body down on top of hers as her fury turned to lust.
Dave grinned to himself. Margot was off, pulling her legs back so he could get in deeper, cooing and begging to be touched. He ran his hands over her lush body and then grabbed her heavy breasts, rolling the stiff nipples between his fingers.
"Ohhh, yes, Dave. I like it when you do that! Keep it inside me, honey. Stuff my ass all the way full and make me come big," she panted.
"Margot, I didn't rape Susan. Honest I didn't." Dave kept up his fucking strokes.
"I ... I know, Dave. Ooooh! That's nice! I ... I knew Susan would do it one day ... OHH! I' ... didn't think it would be ... YOU!" Margot's eyes were starting to glaze over and her voice was becoming thicker and thicker.
"Margot, I ... I love you." Dave meant it.
"I love you, too ... I GAAAHHHH!! OH I LOVE YOU, DAVE!! Don't stop, you big fucker! STUFF ME, I'M GONNA COME BIG!" Margot's screams of pleasure were mingled with sobs of happiness.
Dave grunted. First Susan's incredible cunt and now Margot's ass! The pressure was too much! He couldn't hold back any longer. He rammed hard against her, feeling his come squirt deep inside her.
"Ohh, I can feel it, Dave!" Margot wriggled her ass. "I can feel you shooting in my shit chute, lover. It's wonderful!" She smiled at him and Dave grinned back.
Slowly Dave pulled his prick out of her tight ass. He sank down to the couch and Margot dropped her legs across his thighs. He gently stroked her pubic hair and smiled at her.
"Dave, did you mean it?" Margot asked in a small voice.
"What?"
"I love you. Did you mean it, honey?"
Dave nodded. "I meant it, Margot. I meant it very much. I love you. I think I've been in love with you since we met."
"That's good," Margot said huskily, "because I love you very much."
"Far out!" Susan said, still naked, standing in the doorway, clapping her hands.
Dave and Margot burst out laughing.
"Come here, baby." Margot gestured and Susan came to her.
"Does it hurt much, honey?" Margot gently rubbed her daughter's stomach.
Susan shook her head. "Believe it or not, it only hurts when I laugh." She began to giggle and gasped with pain.
Margot leaned forward and gently kissed the blood-stained cuntlips between her daughter's thighs. Susan closed her hands over Margot's head and gently rocked back and forth in time to Margot's caresses.
"Ummm, that's nice, mommy. I ... OHHH!" Susan arched her back and her hips jerked as she came.
Dave shook his head and grinned. He was really getting mixed up with a couple of horny kooks!
CHAPTER NINE
Beverly watched her father and Carol Fletcher with disgust. He had his arm around her shoulders and was driving with only one hand on the wheel. If her teacher sat any closer to her father, she'd be in his lap! She kept kissing and nuzzling his neck and cheek and laughing deep in her throat. Beverly, alone in the back seat was furious and jealous at the same time.
"Ohh, Phil, don't drive so fast. I want to enjoy every minute." Carol wiggled against him, giggling.
Phil grinned and slowed down. "You're telling me what to do already," he complained.
"You didn't mind last night," Carol gave a throaty chuckle.
Beverly snorted. It had been like this all day! When she and Susan had gotten up that morning, they had found the two adults having coffee in the living room. Carol had been wearing her father's robe, and nothing else. When she'd stood up Beverly had been able to see the black triangle of hair between her legs, and one tit had popped out for a minute.
"Hi, kids! Sleep good?" Phil had gotten up and started getting breakfast.
"Oh, yes!" Susan had begun to giggle, but a sharp poke in the ribs had shut her up quickly.
All through breakfast Susan had chattered while her father and her teacher had sat side by side, smiling at each other. At one point they'd both gotten up and gone out of the room. Beverly had snuck a quick look and seen her father kissing Carol's big breasts while she pressed her hand between his legs. The sight had made Beverly sick!
Susan had gone home and Phil had announced, red-faced, that Beverly would have an easy time getting to school from now on because Carol-Beverly was to call her that now, not Miss Fletcher-was moving in with them.
Beverly was forced to accept the idea. She was too young to stage a dramatic walkout, and that was really what she wanted to do.
Now they were driving to Carol's apartment to start moving some of her things, and Beverly decided she hated both of them!
"Okay, troops, we have arrived. Now, what needs doing?" Phil parked the car and gave Carol a pat on the thigh.
"Well, to begin with, you can help by not helping." Carol smiled at Phil's expression.
"You're rejecting me! When I feel rejected I become violent!" Phil scowled dramatically.
Carol laughed and nodded. "Yes, I am rejecting you. Beverly and I can get everything done in one-third the time if you aren't around to get underfoot. Honestly, Phil, I'd rather you ... I know! You can go to the library and get me those books I told you about last night. Would you, please?"
Phil sighed. He pulled out his notebook and pen and handed them to her. "Write 'em down and I'll go find them."
Carol wrote busily, the tip of her tongue between her teeth. "There," she handed the pen and notebook back to Phil, "that's the list."
"Okay, honey. I'll go get them." Phil gave her a kiss while Beverly seethed. Calling her honey! That was what he called his daughter, not that ... that woman! Yecch!
"I'll be back as fast as I can," Phil promised.
"Please don't rush, Phil. We've got a lot to do. Take your time and find something interesting to read." Carol grinned. She slid out of the car and pulled the seat forward so Beverly could get out.
Phil drove off and Carol led the way upstairs in the apartment house. She was wearing the dress she'd worn for her date with Phil. It was cut to give maximum emphasis to the enormous lift of her breasts and the tight curves of her ass. Beverly, looking up at her from the back, was angry and horny at the same time. Susan had been fun, but she was only a girl. Carol would be far more experienced and they could have lots of fun together, but she was taking her father away, the dirty bitch!
Carol unlocked the door and ushered the teen-ager in. She crossed to the window and opened it, letting in a faint breath of fresh air and the sound of traffic.
"Well, where to start...." Carol looked around and then touched her dress. "I think I'd better change first. It's going to be a scorcher today."
Beverly sat on the small couch and waited while Carol went into her bedroom and closed the door. It failed to latch and swung partially open, and Beverly could see Carol moving about. The big breasted woman stood with her back to the door and took off her dress. Beverly swallowed as she stared at her teacher wearing only her bra and a tight pair of panties. Her stomach began to feel funny, the way it felt funny just before Susan had made her come the night before.
Carol walked away from the opening and when she returned she was naked. Beverly squeezed her plump thighs together and wished she could be in there with the naked woman, touching her, kissing her.
"Beverly?"
"Yes?" Beverly sat up with a jerk. Carol was still in the bedroom, her back to the door. She was bending over picking something up off the floor, and Beverly could see her asshole and the pink lips of her cunt in the mat of pussy hair.
"Beverly, why don't you take the books out of the bookcase by the couch and stack them by the door. Those will be all I'll want for the moment."
"Oh. Okay." Beverly took the books out and piled them beside the door. She looked toward the bedroom but Carol was no longer in sight.
The red-headed girl felt horrible, and couldn't say why. She knew she was horny, but there was nothing she could do about it. She liked Miss Fletcher-Carol-very much, but ... everything was so confused!
"What's wrong, Beverly?" Carol stood just behind her, a pair of shorts pulled up around her hips but not buttoned, exposing her black pubic hair. She was naked above the waist and her big breasts were directly in line with Beverly's eyes as the girl turned to face her.
"No ... nothing, Miss Fletcher." Beverly bowed her head, but she couldn't take her eyes off the tangle of hair at the base of Carol's white belly.
"Beverly, please don't call me Miss Fletcher any more, except in school, of course. My name is Carol, and I think formality is a little out of place in the home."
Beverly raised her head and stared her teacher square in the eye.
"Anything you say ... Miss Fletcher."
Carol sighed. She pulled on her shirt and began buttoning it. Well, better hard and fast then slow and nasty, she decided.
"Beverly, I think you'd better accept the fact that your father and I are very much in love. I love him, and he loves me, and we want to be together."
"You dirty bitch!" Beverly threw herself down on the couch and began sobbing bitterly.
"Beverly! Hey, it's going to be all right, honey, really it will!" Carol knelt beside her, uncertain what to do.
"No it WON'T!!" Beverly sobbed. "You're prettier than I am. You've got bigger breasts and a nicer ass and better legs and you know how to suck and fuck! You're getting my daddy, and he's MY daddy ... MINE! I want him!"
Carol stroked Beverly's shoulders, pulling the sobbing girl against her. Beverly nestled her head on Carol's big breasts, and her tears soaked into the thin shirt covering them.
"Beverly, I'll tell you something if you promise to keep it strictly to yourself."
"It doesn't matter," Beverly sniffled.
"Promise?"
"Yeah, I promise."
"Remember the other day in class when you slid down in your seat?"
"But ... I didn't mean anything," Beverly wailed. "I ... I just wanted you to touch me."
Carol gave her a gentle shake. "Beverly, you're pretty. You've got a beautiful cunt."
Beverly lifted her head and stared at Carol in amazement. Carol smiled and nodded.
"That's right. You've only got a little bit of lovely red hair around your lips, but I've got ... well, look!"
Carol stood up and pulled her shorts off, spreading her slim legs apart.
"See? See all that black hair? I hate it! Once I tried shaving it all off, but it grew back and itched and I scratched myself all day long."
Beverly laughed. She slid off the couch and knelt in front of Carol, staring at her pussy. The hair was long and black, and it nearly covered the pink cunt lips. Suddenly Beverly felt daring.-She leaned forward and kissed Carol's cunt, her tongue separating the lips and stroking over the clit.
Carol gasped and pulled Beverly's head away from her body.
"Honey, what's wrong!"
"But you're so beautiful! Beverly got to her feet and slid her hands up under Carol's shirt, cupping her small hands under Carol's big tits. "I know why daddy wants to play with you instead of with me."
Carol gently pulled Beverly's hands away from her body and shook her head.
"This really isn't a good idea, honey. Not at all."
"Ohhh, Carol, please! I want to touch you and have you touch me. I've wanted it ever since the first time I saw you in school. At night I lie in bed and dream about you and rub myself, every night."
"Every night?"
Beverly nodded. "Once in a while I even get a come.
"Don't you ever think about boys?" Carol crossed her arms on her stomach and watched Beverly closely, ignoring the fact that she was naked below the waist.
Beverly blushed furiously and looked at the floor, squirming in embarrassment. She plopped back on the couch.
"Hey, Beverly, it's all right!" Carol squatted down in front of the girl and put her hands on Beverly's knees.
"I ... I...." Beverly squirmed and looked over Carol's head. She rubbed her nose and then gave the dark-haired woman an appealing glance. "Promise you won't ever tell anyone?" she whispered.
Carol nodded. "I promise!"
Beverly put her hands over Carol's and looked her straight in the eye.
"The ... the only way I can come is if I think about ... daddy and me."
Carol was shocked, but not very much so. She remembered feeling the same way about her father, but she'd had a mother to de-fuse the problem. Beverly didn't, and she was obviously trying to avoid the situation by transferring her natural sex drive from her father to female figures, notably, Carol, her home room teacher!
"Does it take you very long to come when you think about you and your father?"
Beverly nodded. She was beginning to relax and feel less up tight.
"It always takes me a long time. I get warmed up real easy, but I ... I just can't make myself come except ... well ... don't laugh, please."
Carol shook her head.
"If I pinch myself, I get a come, but I have to do it really hard and sometimes it doesn't work. The other day, you know when ... I'd tried for hours the night before and only hurt myself. I saw you sitting there, and you're so pretty and nice, I thought...." Beverly blushed again and trailed off.
Carol stared at the teen-ager for a moment, obviously making her mind up about something. Finally she gave the nervous girl a big smile and said, "Beverly, I'm going to help you. But if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll strangle you with my bare hands!"
Beverly gulped and then broke into a storm of giggles. She was so horny and nervous and mixed up she didn't know whether she was coming or going!
"Come on," Carol gripped Beverly's hand. "Let's get comfortable."
They went into the bedroom and Carol took her shirt off. She looked at Beverly as the plump girl flopped on the bed.
"Take your clothes off, Beverly." Carol sat at the end of the bed and watched the teen-ager undress. She was uncertain of what she was doing. Messing around with a student was really asking for trouble. And when the student happened to be the daughter of a man who had fucked you out of your mind ... Carol shook her head. She hoped she was doing the right thing.
"Okay, Carol?" Beverly was sitting up, her legs crossed.
Carol smiled at the naked teen-ager and nodded.
"Beverly, I'm going to show you how I masturbate, and then I want you to show me how you do it, all right?"
Beverly blushed and then nodded. "I'm sorry, Carol, but all of a sudden all of my fantasies are coming true, and it's ... freaky!"
Carol smiled. "Beverly, pretty soon I'm going to be a quasi-relative, sort of a half stepmother. I think it's important to help you in every way I can. Right now we, and I mean WE, are going to get you past this block about not coming when you masturbate."
Beverly watched with barely-concealed lust as Carol sat on the bed, her knees far apart and the soles of her feet nearly touching. She could see everything!
Carol's pussy was big and moist with beautiful pink lips. Her button was almost completely exposed, thrusting out from under it's fleshy cover and demanding to be paid attention to. The big woman's cunt was being dragged open by the strain, forming an inviting oval that seemed to cry out for something to be stuffed into it.
"Now Beverly, watch." Carol slowly ran her finger alongside her clit, stroking the pussy lips gently. Her entire cunt fluttered and Beverly could see drops of moisture springing out of the pink cunt walls.
"Now for the best part," Carol's voice was shaky. "A gentle stroke right across the clit." Her fingers moved and she made a funny sound deep in her throat. Her hips lifted and jerked violently, and then she relaxed.
"It's that easy, honey." Carol smiled and gave a deep sigh.
Beverly shook her head. "Not for me. It takes me hours, and it hurts!"
Beverly nodded and then demonstrated. She lay on her back, her plump thighs open to expose her brightly-fringed cunt. Her fingers danced up and down the small slit, opening the lips and playing between them. Moisture began to appear and her breathing grew hoarse. Her soft breasts swelled slightly and her nipples jabbed up into the air, a pair of hard pink stubs. Her hands moved faster and faster and her hips began to roll slightly.
Carol watched, her own lust building inside her. She had started something in herself, a nice crackling fire that made her pussy itch for more. The longer she watched the teen-ager play with herself, the hornier the teacher felt.
"See," Beverly gasped. "I'm doing just what you did. I feel wonderful, but I can't get any further!" Her hands stopped moving and she sniffed tearfully.
"Ummm." Carol lay down on her stomach between Beverly's legs. She pushed the girl's thighs apart and looked at her wet cunt.
"I'm going to touch you, Beverly. All right?"
"Ohhh, yes!!" Beverly squealed happily.
Carol ran her fingers over Beverly's thighs and the girl giggled. Her giggles stopped as Carol's fingers opened the tiny lips of her hot cunt.
"Aha!" Carol looked up at Beverly with a smile on her face. "I've found the problem honey."
Carol got off the bed and grabbed her hand mirror. She flopped back between Beverly's outstretched legs, her big breasts bouncing violently.
"Here," she held the mirror between the girl's thighs so Beverly could see. "See ... you've got a hooded clit. It's hidden under that fold of skin."
"Ohhhh!" Beverly shook her head and then appealed, "what can we do?"
Carol grinned lustily. She hadn't made it with another woman in several years, and the idea of being naked on the bed with her pupil was beginning to overcome her earlier qualms.
"Lie back down, honey. I'm going to try something. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, we still know what the problem is, and it's easy to fix."
Beverly lay down and Carol moved the mirror out of the way. She wedged her elbows so the teen-ager couldn't close her thighs and slowly touched the red-haired pussy.
"Beverly, this is likely to hurt, so don't be afraid to yell. Ready?"
"I ... I guess so," Beverly answered dubiously.
Carol gently rubbed Beverly's pussy and then ran her thumbnails up the inside of the girl's tiny cunt lips. As they came together at the fold of skin that covered the clit, Carol lifted gently.
"OWW!!" Beverly tried to jerk away, but Carol's arms on her thighs hedld her in position.
Carol pulled harder and suddenly the skin rolled back and Beverly's clit popped into view. It was a beautiful pearly pink, twice as thick as any Carol had ever seen. It looked so nice that Carol couldn't resist the sudden impulse. She gently licked the newly exposed flesh, tasting Beverly's musky cream.
"AHHH!" Beverly writhed wildly. Her entire body was suddenly more alive than it had ever been before. She grabbed her teacher's head and held it against her pussy.
"More," she begged. "Please, Carol, MORE!!"
Carol, feeling her own lust starting to boil, granted the moaning girl's plea. Her tongue continued to move over the small flesh between Beverly's legs, and Beverly's voice sobbed out her pleasure. , "CAROL, I'M COMING! OH!! Do it again, I want MORE!"
Beverly's passion drove Carol into a frenzy of her own. She reached between her thighs and began rubbing herself, feeling the heat build higher and higher.
"Ohhh, Carol ... how can I ever thank you?"
Beverly sobbed happily.
Carol rolled on her back and grabbed Beverly's leg. "Come down here and eat me, now!" the dark-haired woman gasped.
"Ohhh, yes!" Beverly threw herself between her teacher's thighs, her eager mouth fastening on the drooling pussy lips. She remembered what she had done to Susan, and her tongue lashed over Carol's cunt.
"YES!!" Carol clamped her thighs around Beverly's head and she. began squeezing her big breasts, building her pleasure higher and higher. As Beverly continued to lick her, Carol's thighs fell open and she began jerking spasmodically.
"Carol. Carol!" Beverly shook her. "CAROL, there's somebody at the front door!"
Carol shook her head and listened. The sex buzz in her head died down and she could hear the door chimes.
"Oh damn!" Carol got up and grabbed her shirt. "Stay here and keep quiet," she hissed.
Carol hurried out of the bedroom shutting the door behind her. She pulled on the shirt and buttoned it, hoping it was long enough to cover her wet cunt from view.
As Carol pushed the release for the street door, she realized it was probably Phil.
"Oh shit!" Carol looked around wildly. What was she going to do? She could never, ever explain Beverly's being naked on the bed. Phil would....
"OH SHIT!" Carol was close to tears.
CHAPTER TEN
There was a knock on the door and Carol opened it.
"Hi, honey!" Phil pushed the door open and grinned at her.
"Ummm, you look delectable," he grinned and kissed her.
Carol felt her stomach boil with lust. Beverly had been fun, but this was the real thing!
"Where's Bev?" Phil looked around.
"I ... I sent her out to get something." Carol laughed shakily. "I ... I wanted...." She trailed off, her eyes fixed on Phil's crotch.
Phil grinned. He reached out and began unbuttoning Carol's shirt, running his hand over her breast and feeling her stiff nipple.
Carol pressed her body against him, her hips writhing eagerly.
"Ohh, Phil, I'm so glad you're here. I want it, lover. I want you to fuck me right now. Put that tree trunk of yours into me again. Do it now, honey! Fuck me, please!!"
Carol dragged him toward the couch, her hands busy at his belt and zipper.
Phil's prick was getting hard and his hands moved roughly over Carol's body, making her gasp with pleasure. As they reached the couch she got his pants open and fell to her knees, dragging them down around his ankles. She grabbed his prick with both hands and eagerly began sucking on it, her tongue moving frantically on the big head.
"Ummm, honey, you are one sexy wench." Phil held her head against him and smiled dreamily.
"Hurry, Phil. I want it! Please do me, right now!" Carol wanted to scream she was so horny. The taste of Phil's thick cock had really set her off, and she knew she was going to come again and again.
Carol lay back on the couch, pulling her legs up. She felt wonderful as Phil loomed up between her legs. She could see the stiff pole at the base of his belly, and she wanted it! Her entire body was screaming for it!
"Don't play around, Phil. Please, just stuff it IN MEEEEEE!!" Carol screamed as she got her wish.
As Phil's thick cock split her lips apart, Carol's hips jerked up, her cunt greedy for his entry. She gasped as he plunged into her, wedging her open with his big prick.
"YES! DO IT HARDER!!" Carol's fingernails tore at Phil's back as she frantically rammed her cunt against him. Her stomach was flexing wildly and Phil could feel her hot pussy sheath sucking and squeezing at his cock.
Gradually she calmed down. Breathing raggedly, she smiled and then kissed him. "Don't give out, honey. I feel like fucking all day.
Phil grinned and continued his slow thrusts, feeling the pressure in his balls mount. He knew he was going to come, but he held back, waiting for Carol to begin again.
"Ummm, that's nice, honey. Sort of the calm before...." Carol broke off as Phil, a frown on his face, looked at the bedroom door.
"What's that?" He looked at her and jabbed his thumb toward the door.
Carol realized she could hear noises from the bedroom. Beverly must be turning on!
"Phil ... I ... PHIL, NO!! Don't!" Carol tried to hold him against her, but he pulled out and stood up, frowning.
Carol got to her feet and tried to block him, but the look in his eye made her get out of the way.
Phil opened the door and looked in. Beverly was naked on Carol's bed. She was lying on her back with her legs wide open, her hands busy around her gaping cunt.
"NICE, NICE!! I LIKE IT!! Ohhhhh...." Beverly looked at the door and froze in terror. Carol cried out as Phil's massive hand clamped around her arm. She was jerked into her bedroom and flung on the bed beside the sobbing girl.
"All right, I'm listening." Phil shut the door and stood by it, staring at the two on the bed.
"Phil, darling, I can explain." Carol licked her lips nervously.
Phil looked at her, his face expressionless. "Make it very, very good, teacher." His voice was a deadly monotone.
"Daddy, I'm sorry! It's all my fault!" Beverly scrambled off the bed and threw herself against him, sobbing wildly.
Phil turned his body slightly so that his still hard cock didn't touch his daughter. He patted her gently and kept looking at Carol.
"I'm waiting, Carol."
Carol, sick at heart, tried to explain.
"Beverly thinks she's a lesbian. I know she isn't, she's just got her sexual priorities mixed up. I was trying to help her when you arrived."
"Uh-huh. You were helping her by doing the lesbian bit, weren't you?" Phil's voice had a hard edge to it that turned Carol to jelly.
"No! Daddy, you don't understand! It wasn't like that at all!" Beverly shook her head vigorously.
"Phil, it's really quite simple. Beverly could almost never have an orgasm when she masturbated," Carol found herself blushing slightly. "Anyway, we talked and then I discovered she had a hooded clitoris. I managed to lift it back, and Beverly had a whole bushel basket of orgasms."
Phil silently shook his head. His still hard cock wobbled slightly as he scratched his balls. He looked down at his daughter who nodded agreement.
"That is the Goddamndest story I've ever heard. Carol, answer one question. Are you bi-sexual?"
Carol shrugged. "Phil, I honestly don't know. I like making love with women, but if I have a choice, it would be with a man, specifically you, now and forever."
Phil shrugged and smiled slightly. "Okay, I guess I'll stop being the aroused and angry father."
"Ohhh, goody!" Beverly hugged him joyfully and Carol gave a shuddering sigh of relief. The look in Phil's eyes when he got angry really curdled her insides!
"Now, young lady. Take your new-found skills into the other room. Carol and I have some unfinished personal business." Phil opened the door but Beverly ducked under his arm and stood away from him.
"NO."
"What? Beverly, you get out of here right now!" Phil snapped.
"No! You never pay any attention to what I want!" Beverly sobbed.
"Beverly, what in the hell are you talking about?"
"Don't I count? I'm your daughter, but you keep shoving me aside in favor of someone older, every time. Now it's Carol, and she's going to be living with us. That means you won't ever think about paying any attention to me!" Beverly cried bitterly.
"Now let me see if I've got this straight." Phil lifted Beverly's chin and looked her in the eye. "If I hear you correctly, you want me to make love to you. Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you?"
Tearfully, the red-haired girl nodded.
"That ... honey, that's incest. It is so wrong I can't begin to tell you how wrong it is!" Phil shook his head.
"NO! Stop lying to me daddy. You're just saying that because I'm ugly. I know you're turned off by ugly girls, but I'm your daughter! I know what to do, daddy, really I do. I'd be good."
Phil looked at Carol, who shook her head in amazement. Phil started to speak but Beverly dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands grabbed his cock and she began sucking on it, her eyes shut.
"Beverly!" Phil tried to pull her loose, but the desperate girl grabbed his prick harder and sucked faster.
"Ohhh, shit!" Phil moaned. He was too close to coming, and his daughter's warm, silky mouth and busy tongue were too much for him. His big cock pulsed and a thick stream of come splashed into Beverly's mouth, filling it and running down her chin.
Beverly gave a little squeal of pleasure and rubbed the thick shaft, urging more of the hot fluid out of her father's balls into her greedy mouth.
"Ohhh, Jesus ... Beverly, I'm going to paddle your ass until you ... Beverly! Will you stop sucking me off?"
Beverly shook her head. The silence was broken only by the sound of her eager mouth on her father's cock. Phil sagged back against the door as the last spurts of his come splashed against his daughter's throat.
"Ummm," Beverly wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "See, daddy. I told you I knew what I was doing." Instinctively her hands kept moving on his prick, keeping it stiff.
"Carol, help me. What the hell am I going to do with this idiot daughter of mine?"
Carol drew a shaky breath. The sight of Beverly sucking Phil's cock had really gotten her hot all over again.
"Damnit, woman, don't just lie there playing with your boobs, help!"
Carol flushed and stopped teasing her nipples. She cleared her throat and blushed. "Phil, I ... I can't do it for you, but if I were you, I'd...." Carol stumbled to a halt, blushing furiously.
"Daddy, please! Just once. Just the very first time, daddy. I want it to be you! Please, daddy?" Beverly's hands still moved gently on Phil's hard cock.
"I don't know." Phil shook his head. He looked down at his daughter, uncertainty on his face.
"Phil, do it." Carol sat up. "The physical pain will go away, but if Beverly feels you've rejected her totally, that'll last forever, or nearly."
"But it's wrong!"
Carol shrugged her shoulders. "So's murder. Notice how carefully the law is obeyed lately?"
Phil laughed. He reached down and pulled Beverly on to her feet.
"Do you really want me to, sport?"
"Ohhhhh yes, daddy!" Beverly hugged him, rubbing her belly against his cock.
"Ohhhh, hell, all right!" Phil gave her a swat on the ass and she scrambled to the bed, grinning happily.
Carol gave her a kiss and whispered, "I'll stay out of the way, honey. He's all yours."
Beverly giggled nervously and lay down, spreading her legs apart.
"Honey," Phil said as he knelt between her legs, "I'm going to be as gentle as I can, but I have a very big cock, and it will hurt. There'll be no avoiding it once we start, so if you have any doubts, we won't do it."
"Daddy, I've wanted you for months. I'm ready, really I am." Beverly cupped her tits invitingly.
Phil gently closed his hand over hers and squeezed gently. Her breasts were warm and the aurole took up almost half the surface, the nipple jutting up toward his mouth.
He tilted his head and began licking and kissing Ids little girl's breast, feeling her move her body in time to his attentions. He gradually moved his hands over her body until his fingers were playing with her hot, wet cunt.
"Oh, daddy! That's it, daddy! Ohhh, I love you!!" Beverly writhed with pleasure at his touch.
Phil moved closer to her and gently forced her legs as far apart as he could. He moved again, and the head of his cock brushed her cunt.
"Ready, honey?"
Beverly smiled through her tears. "Yes, daddy."
Carol watched Phil's hand slide down and disappear between his hips. There was a pause and then Beverly screamed. Her legs whipped out stiff and then flexed violently, jerking Phil's body around.
Carol squatted by the door, spreading her legs apart. She had to have something inside her! Rubbing with one hand, she shoved three fingers up inside her screaming cunt and pumped frantically, gasping at the feeling. She shut her eyes and listened to Beverly's screams.
"OWWW, daddy, that hurts! Ohhhh, you're sooooo big! Daddy ... NO! I don't want ... AHHHHH! Ohhh, I'm COMING! Ohhh, fuck daddy, I'm coming ... I ... AHHHHH, YOU DID IT! YOU TORE MY CHERRY, DADDY! I ... ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, DADDY, DADDY, DADDY ... FUCK ME!"
Carol opened her eyes. Beverly's legs were sticking straight up in the air and Carol could see the way her pussy was strained out of shape by her father's enormous prick. Phil was pumping slowly, ignoring Beverly's screams and thrashings.
Carol wet one finger with come ooze and shoved it up her asshole, whimpering at the pain. She felt frustrated because all she needed now was something for her big tits which ached like mad.
She rolled on the floor, moving against her hands and moaning deep in her throat. Her body began to draw itself into a tight knot. Her come was so close, but she was too excited to make it by herself.
"Ohhlih, daddy, look! Carol's having a come, too."
Carol looked up at Phil, who grinned with embarrassment.
"Want to join the family fuck?"
Carol got to her feet and fell on the bed beside them. She was about to roll on her back when Phil's hand stopped her.
"Beverly, suck on her breasts."
"Ummm, yes, daddy!" Beverly shifted her body slightly and Carol arched her back to give the teen-ager's mouth better access.
Carol moaned as Beverly began sucking her. Her breasts felt as though they were swollen twice their normal size. Each touch of Beverly's tongue sent a flash of heat into Carol's belly and she tried to squirm, but Phil's big hand in the small of her back kept her immobile.
"When you're ready to come, Carol, say so." His voice had a chuckle in it.
"Ohhh, Phil, any time now, lover." Carol's voice was thick and slurred.
She heard Beverly give a cry of mingled pain and frustration and then the pressure of Phil's hand was gone.
"Get between her legs," Phil ordered and Carol did as she was told, moving her face up against Beverly's gaping cunt.
"Here it comes, honey."
Carol couldn't understand what was happening until she felt the head of his cock nudge at her asshole.
"Ohhh, Phil, I don't think ... AHHHHH!" Carol screamed and tears sprang into her eyes as Phil savagely jammed his prick into her ass.
The impact drove Carol forward and her mouth butted against Beverly's cunt. The teen-ager gave a scream of delight and her fingers held Carol's head in place while her hips bucked wildly.
Carol was in an agony of bliss. Phil's cock up her ass made any coherent thought impossible. Her mouth fastened on Beverly's pulsing cunt and began licking in time to Phil's thrusts. She propped herself up with one hand and used the other to assault her aching boobs.
For a brief moment the only sounds in the room were the squeak of the bed and Beverly's whimpering cries of bliss. Then the cries changed tone and Beverly's body began to grow rigid. Her fingers dug intc Carol's scalp, not letting her move her mouth away from the bloody cunt.
"DADDY!" Beverly gave a wild scream as the orgasm took hold of her. She stiffened into a rigid board, every fibre of her body trembling wildly at the violence of her orgasm. Flecks of spittle appeared at the corners of her mouth and her chubby tits seemed to expand and harden into rigid cones of hot flesh.
"PHIL!" Carol's head came up and her eyes glazed over as she screamed out her pleasure, her fingers twisting her nipples with brutal strength.
Phil pumped harder and faster and then suddenly Carol felt the heat of his come in her ass and she screamed again.
Phil fell forward, his weight knocking Carol's wind out of her for an instant. The three lay together, savoring the moment, and then Beverly moved slightly.
Carol lifted her head and smiled at the teenager. Beverly giggled and pointed.
"You've got blood all over your chin," she laughed.
Carol wiped her chin and nodded, a grin on her face. "And it came from you, Beverly. You're a mess, honey. We better get you cleaned up and presentable. Come on, you can take a bath and soak. It'll help your muscles, they've really gotten a work out today."
Beverly laughed and idly ran her hand over her body. She felt complete for the first time in her i life. Her poor little pussy felt as though it was on fire, but she knew the pain would go away. The pleasure, the joy of a cock and fucking, that would be around for a long time, though.
Phil gave them a shove and flopped on the bed.
"Christ, only one horny broad in the family would be enough," he moaned. "But I've got a hunch I'm gonna have to watch the both of you!"
Beverly and Carol burst out laughing. Phil was absolutely right, but he didn't know it yet.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Hi, Susan!" Beverly dashed out the front door and over to the car. She briefly said hello to Margot and then opened the door, tossing her rolled-up bathing suit and towel inside. "I forgot my suntan oil. I'll be right back." She dashed back into the house and reappeared, clutching the bottle.
"Okay, let's go." She dropped into the back seat beside Susan and giggled.
Margot patted Dave on the arm and he pulled out into traffic. It wasn't even noon yet, and it was already hotter than a blast furnace.
"I hope there's going to be a breeze at the beach," Margot sighed.
"Probably." Dave didn't like to talk when he drove, it distracted him from the road and the other traffic.
Susan and Beverly were giggling and punching each other in the back seat, so Margot concentrated on the scenery, which was mainly factories and billboards.
"Dave, are you on the right road? I thought we took the expressway the last time we went to the beach."
Dave nodded. "It's the right road. We're going to a different beach." He grinned at her briefly, "A nude beach."
Margot started to protest, but decided not to bother. She was always complaining that he never took her anywhere different, but a nude beach certainly was different.
She glanced into the back seat. The two girls were napping, exhausted by the heat. The more she thought about a nude beach, the better the idea sounded to her. She'd have to be careful about getting sun-burned, but her body was worth a second glance, or a third, and she'd always wanted to get tan all over.
Dave was surprised at the sound of a zipper. He looked at Margot, but she only grinned back without saying a word. He returned his attention to the road and then looked at her again. Her shorts were on the floor at her feet and her knees were propped up against the dashboard. From her knees to her neck she was completely covered with a towel.
"What are you up to now?" Dave growled. "Shhh, you'll wake the kids." Margot lifted the edge of the towel and Dave blinked. Not only had she taken off her shorts, Margot had pulled her skimpy halter down to expose her nipples, and one hand was busy playing with them.
"Just thinking about walking around all over bare-ass naked in front of hundreds of people turns me on," she confessed.
"Don't make too much noise," Dave cautioned.
"Ummm." Margot closed her eyes and went to work on her body, enjoying the idea that heavy trucks were passing by only a few feet away, and the drivers could look in and see everything, except what was happening under the towel!
She lifted each of her breasts in turn, carefully kneading it in a special way that made the nipple get extra hard and sensitive. While she continued to play with her breasts with one hand, the other slid down her belly and between her slightly open legs, toying with her pussy hair. Margot was hot from the heat, and now she began to get hot from her lust. Sweat beaded on her forehead and formed a pool between her breasts.
"Umm," Margot wiggled slightly.
"Having fun?" Dave whispered.
Margot nodded, her eyes closed. Both of her hands were between her legs, and she was forced to spread her thighs further apart to get at herself with both hands. She carefully avoided direct contact with the super-sensitive flesh inside her cunt lips, just the pressure from the outside was nice, and things could last a lot longer. Her hips began to writhe in a slow circle, and Dave grinned at the creaking noise the seat made.
"Umm," Margot bit her lip and arched her back. She was awfully close to a come. All she had to do was move her finger just a little bit and...."OOOHH!!" Her body jerked twice and then relaxed slowly.
"Enjoy yourself?"
"You know I did." Margot smiled at Dave. For an instant she thought about sucking him off, but it was too risky on the highway.
"We'll be there in about ten minutes. Better get yourself 'dressed'."
Margot could hear the quotation marks and she grinned in agreement.
After she had made herself socially presentable, she leaned over the seat and shook both the girls awake.
"Dave is taking us to a nude beach," Margot said.
"WOW!" The girls clapped their hands and bounced on the seat.
"Now there are some things to remember. First and most important is, don't stare! It's impolite anywhere, but at a nude beach, it just isn't done."
Margot was not at all sure that what she said was true, but it made sense.
"Next, keep a lot of sun tan lotion on, everywhere! Remember you've kept your breasts and tails covered at the beach except when you were little kids, and they will be sensitive. Okay?"
Both the girls agreed.
"Finally," Dave added, "don't go into the water by yourselves. Go in together or not at all. There's a bad undertow and if it knocks you off your feet it's helpful to have someone around to keep you from swallowing salt water."
Dave pulled the car off the road by a phone booth and turned down a well-used dirt road. Everyone could smell the salt air, and the trees and bushes had a faint coating of salt on their leaves. He drove about half a mile and then parked on the edge of the road behind another car.
"We'll walk from here. It doesn't look as though the beach is too crowded."
The girls started to dash on ahead, but Dave called them back, explaining that the trail was dangerous and it would be better if he lead the way.
They topped a bluff and looked down at the ocean. The beach was small compared to the one they were used to, but it was large enough for privacy. There were only about a dozen people on the beach and possibly that many more in the water. Even from the top of the bluff it was obvious all the people on the beach were naked.
"Okay, here we go. Now watch your steps! This is a really bad trail, but it's the only way down, unless you can sprout wings."
The three women heeded Dave's warning. The trail was steep and slippery. When they got down on the beach they felt much better.
"Ummm, there is a breeze," Margot smiled. She unrolled the big blanket and put her stuff beside it. After only a moment's hesitation she undid her halter and took it off and then skinned out of her shorts.
Susan and Beverly followed Margot's lead and sprawled beside her. Dave, also naked, sat by the blanket on his folded pants, aware that all three of them were staring at his partially erect cock.
"Kids, put some lotion on and go take a swim." Margot's tone of voice left no doubt that she meant it.
Susan and Beverly hurriedly applied lotion to themselves and headed for the water.
"And now, sir, if you'll kindly shift your butt this way, I'll take care of you." Margot grinned at him.
Dave sat on the blanket and grinned as Margot busily got both hands slick with sun tan lotion.
She lay on her stomach with her hands outstretched, and from a distance it simply looked as though they were having an intense conversation. Up close, however, it would have been obvious that both of the woman's hands were busy on his prick, jacking him off at a feverish rate.
"Wow!" Dave gripped the blanket tightly. "You've got busy hands, lady!"
Margot looked around. There was no one looking their way. She slid forward and her hot mouth closed over the head of his cock, sucking eagerly.
"Ummm YEAH!" Dave clamped his hand on her head and held her in place while his come squirted into her mouth.
"Better now, honey?" Margot licked a spot of come off her hand and grinned at him.
"Much. Now let's get some lotion on you. I don't burn the way you do." Dave got the lotion bottle and Margot lay down, carefully nestling her huge breasts in her hands.
Dave carefully poured a little oil in his hand and rubbed it over Margot's silky skin. He worked it into her shoulders and back and then moved down toward her ass, a pale white in comparison to the rest of her back.
"Ummm, Dave. That's nice!" Margot spread her legs apart and Dave obligingly ran his finger between her ass cheeks and touched her pussy.
"Oooooo!" Margot wiggled and grinned to herself.
Dave looked around, but the beach was still fairly empty, and there was no one looking at them. He put some oil on the small of Margot's back and dipped his finger in it.
Lying on his elbow beside her he said, "If you're a very good girl and ask me nicely, I'll finger-fuck you in the ass."
Margot giggled and twisted around to look at him.
"Dave, pretty please! Be a super-nice stud and finger-fuck my little asshole?"
Dave grinned and Margot laughed, her voice thick with pleasure. She lay down again, squeezing her breasts and waiting eagerly.
Dave teased her for only a moment and then he drove his finger into the puckered ring of her ass muscles.
"OOOOHHH!" Margot's gasp of pleasure was followed by a squeal of pain which Dave ignored. He knew better than to listen to her objections.
As Dave's finger sawed in and out of her screaming ass, Margot's groans became louder and her body began to shake violently. She began to arch her back and then Dave felt her shiver.
"GGAHHHHHH!" Margot's scream was loud, but Dave was certain no one had heard.
"Ohhhhh, don't pull it out.. Keep my ass stuffed, honey," Margot protested as the pressure was removed from her ass. She felt empty.
"Later, Margot, I've got something much bigger and better than a finger." Dave slid down beside her and lit a cigarette.
Margot gave a pleased sigh and relaxed.
* * *
Down by the water Susan and Beverly talked excitedly.
"I've got somethin' to tell you, Bev."
"No, let me go first!" Beverly interrupted. She spread her legs apart and motioned for Susan to look.
"Gee, I didn't realize you had such a big clit, Bev." Susan looked at her. "Why did you have so much trouble the other night?"
"Because it was hooded. There was skin over it and you or I couldn't touch it. But that's not the best news! Guess what happened yesterday after you left?"
Susan shrugged. She couldn't guess.
"Carol Fletcher and I made it together. We played around and I came and came and came!"
"You and Miss Fletcher? Oh WOW! Bev, that is really far out!" Susan hugged Beverly and her friend responded, running her hands down and cupping Susan's ass.
"Hey! Not here in public!" Susan pulled away and looked around, but a rise of ground hid the rest of the beach from view.
The two girls sat down and Beverly described every detail of her time with Carol. Susan listened, clapping her hands and generally showing her approval of the entire thing.
"... and then," Beverly paused and blushed, "then my dad came in and found out all about it."
"WOW! What happened?" Susan stared at her friend.
Beverly blushed and drew a small circle in the sand. She jabbed her finger into it and smiled as Susan gasped with understanding.
"You didn't!! With your father? Jeez, Bev! That's ... it's wild!" Susan shook her head. She didn't know whether to be pleased or shocked at the news.
THE END"Ever since I can remember I've wanted my dad to fuck me," Beverly said softly. "Yesterday he did, and I loved it. I don't want him to do it again, though. Once was enough. I've found out what it's like to have a prick inside you, and ... I don't know, I just don't like it that much."
Susan shook her head and then brightened.
"Hey, let me tell YOU, Bev." Susan tapped her chest dramatically. "Yesterday afternoon, guess who got fucked beside you? Me!"
"NO! Who was it? Dave? Oh wow, Susan? Did it hurt much?"
Susan nodded. "I liked the whole thing, though. Even the pain was nice after a minute. I thought he was going to rip me in half for a little while." She giggled.
"Hey, are you horny?" Bev knew her own nipples were stiff, and she could see Susan's were rising slowly.
Susan looked at her and nodded.
"Let's go into the water. Nobody can see what we're doing there." Bev got up and gave Susan her hand.
Laughing with lusty anticipation the two girls ran into the water, their naked bodies gleaming in the sunlight.
