Opal Andrews, with her funny high-heeled leather boots and her really far-out rubber collection, has decided to try a change of pace for her following, and make no mistake about that, Opal Andrews has quite a following for her tie-them-up and scare-it-out-of-them novels for Surrey House, Inc.
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Miss Andrews' change of pace is A Large Loving Family, where she takes innocent little Sharon, and little Jordy, and mixes them up rather well, finally tossing mom and dad into the same undulating mass of interconnected flesh ... all at the same time. Altogether one of the most penetrating and detailed studies of the horrid taboo of incest ever devised. The little bottle of cold cream, on the table beside the Newtons' big, big sex bed ... led directly to the most fascinating delights the depraved youngsters could stand. Yet they wanted to try again and again, just as often as Jordy ... or daddy ... could get it Up and in working condition. Somehow, smearing the soothing cold cream over their working parts just seemed to make everything slide easier and more pleasurably.
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CHAPTER ONE
Seeing her mom and dad screw that time really got Sharon turned on.
When it was over and she realized that he had spit his cum up her mother's slit, Sharon hurried straight back to her room and played with herself like crazy, running her fingers all over her bulging crotch and into the tight-lipped slit and thinking about those bodies writhing on the bed in the other bedroom.
She got all sweaty and her slit was drooling and she was sighing up into the darkness. And thinking of males, and cock.
Big, beautiful cock, she thought, panting. All long and thick and shiny and sweetly, imperiously crowned with a big red helmet.
But ... not like her father's. It was too big. She was sure of that. Thinking about that big red-veined prong of his rising from his dark-furred balls, she explored a little deeper into the mouth of her cunt.
Uh!
It hurt. There was that tight little membrane in there, a gate that was stretched all across her vagina, and she knew that anything so big and thick and hard, pulsing and throbbing, as her father's cock would hurt.
No, she thought of smaller males, smaller pricks, sweet lovely silky-skinned ones rising from firm young balls round and firm as grapes heavy on their vines. And not the big humping hairy man's ass she'd seen, pounding that slick pole down into her mother's prick-happy hole. Sharon thought of tighter ones, boys' asses, round and firm and muscular and without so much hair.
She watched her parents several times after that, and she diddled herself a lot more. She didn't have to stick her finger all the way in to make herself cum. She had a clitoris so big it would be embarrassing to have it seen. It looked like the last joint of her little finger, except that it was all slippery-looking and red, sticking out between where her cuntlips came smoothly together, right at the top of her gash.
But her mind was in an agony.
She wanted cock.
But she was afraid to get laid. It might hurt.
Time passed, and she didn't stop wanting cock. It preyed on her mind. It got her some lousy grades at school. She wished she had a younger brother or something like that. A nephew, or a next-door neighbor. With a beautiful pink slicky young prick, its ball-bearing head all sheathed in lovely skin-folds that she could pull back to expose the crown.
She could see cock, behind her eyes, inside her head. Sweet and soft and masculinely stiff and pretty.
I-Vd like to kiss one, she thought one day in school, seeing how tight Jamie Wilson's pants were in the crotch, and she didn't hear the question and got herself chewed out GOOD.
One? She'd like to kiss many. Dozens. Dozens of sweet pricks.
They romped through Sharon's dreams. She couldn't get them out of her head. She couldn't look at boys any more, or men either, without her eyes dropping down to check their crotches. The tighter the pants, the bulgier the crotches, the more promise. And the better it was for her.
But it was all just in her head. Her parents were the kind that didn't let her out of the house for anything but school and baby-sitting anyhow, and besides-it was young prick she thought of. All the time.
It was driving her practically out of her skull. She didn't know what to do about it. It sure was a lot easier to be a cunt-happy male than a cock-wanting female!
Then she started baby-sitting for the Newtons, and that was even worse, in a way. Jordy and his big knowing eyes and his tight pants and small round boy's ass turned her on. But she was far too scared of being caught to do anything about it!
Until, as the books put it, fate took a hand. The Newtons won a trip to Bermuda, in a sales contest. They sure didn't want to take the kids! So they talked with Sharon's parents about it, and then with her. Sure, she could stay with the Newton kids the first two weeks in August. She'd love to.
She was almost eighteen now, and the kids liked her, and so did their parents. And Sharon's own parents could check in with her now and then, and there was the couple next door. They'd be right there if Sharon needed anything, if an emergency or anything like that came up.
After all, Sharon was nearly eighteen, and it wasn't as if the Newton kids were just babies.
Kitty was fourteen, and her parents warned Sharon that the little blonde was inclined to be pretty wild. Also, her parents were worried about her. She was developing so early. She was so boy-conscious.
Me too, Sharon thought, but she said, "I know. But I can handle Kitty. You know that. I have been, right along. She's used to me and she knows I'm older."
Then there was Jordan Newton, junior. Jordy. The Newtons hadn't bothered naming the twins similarly. Jordy was a very handsome boy of fourteen who ... well, Sharon would never admit it, but Jordy made her feel a little uncomfortable. He always wore jeans he had outgrown at least a year ago when she "baby" sat with them. And ... and he looked at Sharon like a male looking at a female, not like a boy looking at his baby-sitter.
Finally, there was Alice, the baby. The Newtons were quick to admit, grinning, that Alice was an accident. She was four, and as pretty and blonde as her sister.
"Sure," Sharon said, "I can take care of them for two weeks. And I can sure use the money, too!"
And then, on that very first night, she found Jordy in bed playing with himself.
But first, she got Alice bedded down, and then Jordy, and his sister. Calling that girl "developed," Sharon thought, is about like saying Joe Namath is "pretty good." She looks like she got hung up for about a month in a titty-developing machine!
Then, starting down to see what was on the TV, she decided to change into her night-clothes first. She went into the room that would be hers, the master bedroom with its big bed dominating the whole room. The Newtons had cleaned out the closet and two dresser drawers for her use. She flipped on the light and went over to the closet, unbuttoning her blouse.
At the same time, Duff McConnell was starting into his bedroom in search of his cigarette lighter. With his hand just reaching for the light switch, he stopped in the doorway.
He was looking straight through his window and across about eight or so feet of space and into the window of his next-door neighbor's master bedroom.
Duff McConnell lived next door to the Newtons, the lucky dogs, and what he saw was their good-looking baby-sitter opening the door of the closet. He grinned. Her hands were at her blouse, and she had unbuttoned two buttons already.
Duff left the light off and went over to stand about two feet away from his bedroom window. The pretty little cunt was going to give him a free show! He smiled, and watched.
Standing there looking into the closet rather blankly, thinking about the three Newton kids and her responsibilities, Sharon undid all the visible buttons of her yellow blouse, then tugged it up out of her skirt to flip open the last buttonhole.
Wagging her shoulders, she peeled the blouse back away from her white-brassiered chest and back along her arms. She examined the blouse, turning a little toward the light. That way Duff could have a nice clear view of the dark shadowy valley between her high-set, tight-bra'd knockers. He smiled, feeling the pressure against his prick as it began to square its shoulders down inside his pants.
Apparently the girl decided that the blouse should be washed. She tossed it over toward the bedroom door, on the floor, and looked down at herself. She brushed something off the thrust of her left bra-cup, and it joggled nicely. Duff licked his lips.
Then she opened her skirt and slipped her thumbs into the waistband. Swinging her hips back and forth the way a woman does when getting out of a clingy skirt, and ran it down and Duff watched the slow appearance of more and more perfect hips, rolling provocatively with her movements.
The skirt plummeted. She wore neither slip nor stockings.
Damn, Duff thought, the little sweetheart is built! Look at the bulgy calves in those long sweet legs-I'd like to have those wrapped around me! She could squeeze a man to death-and he'd die with a grin on his kiester!
Now she stood there in straining white bra and little white panties so tight they looked painted on. She examined the skirt just as she had her blouse. Duff frowned when she stepped into the closet to hang up the garment.
Come back, come back, he thought, come back....
Abruptly his mouth went' dry. His pants tightened up even more.
She must have dropped the skirt. And bent down to pick it up, still out of sight on the other side of the open closet door.
But her ass wasn't out of sight, and he was watching its tight-pantsed appearance. It was turned up, the tight pants creeping up the bulging cheeks in an effort to relieve the strain on them when she bent over from the waist. Licking his lips, he admired the up-turned butt and the way her briefs molded most of its jutting curves and displayed the rest.
Then it vanished as she straightened up. He waited, really fearful that she'd emerge from the closet wearing pajamas or a granny nightgown or something and rob him of his exciting show.
She didn't. She backed out of the closet with her hands behind her, shoulders hunched and chest thrusting. Her fingers plucked open the back-clasp of her brassiere. The straps slid down her arms. Then, bending slightly forward, she let the harness drop off into her hands.
Firm white titties with pointed pink tips tumbled out of the bra to shake and quiver. Squinting, Duff could see the nipples tightening up and growing a little, as they came into contact with cool air after being folded hotly up inside her hot brassiere.
They were a fine pair of jugs, looking hard as rocks from where Duff watched, big nude balls that jutted arrogantly out from her chest. They weren't huge like Blanche's, but they had a lot more firmness and spring to them, too. Licking his lips, Duff thought about wrapping his hairy hands and loving tongue around those milk-wagons!
I oughta have my head examined, he thought with a grin. Here I am with the woman with the biggest tits in town, and I've got a hard-on over the perfectly normal jugs on that young stuff next door!
The girl's firm young knockers weren't as hard as he'd first thought. He watched them jiggle and sway as she straightened, then bent again to start teasing her panties down those long white thighs and over the very rounded calf-curves.
Straightening up with her pants in hand, the naked girl turned to toss them on top of her discarded blouse. He stared at the bulge where her thighs joined her body, and the triangular tuft of tempting, pale-red fleece there. It was thick, so thick he couldn't see her pussy lips.
Then he could. The briefs were little more than a handkerchief in weight, and they'd drifted almost straight down. She bent to pick them up, then walked a few steps toward him to drop them on the blouse.
With each step she took, the pink mouth of her slender slit opened and closed. It was like a long, slitted eye, winking at him. His hand moved over his crotch, which felt like it contained a baseball bat.
Standing there quivering, watching the girl pull a long fleecy robe around her nakedness, Duff McConnell sighed. Boy, is Blanche gonna get a pussy-full tonight!
Across the way, the robed girl bent to scoop up her blouse and panties, then crossed the room, turned off the light, and was gone.
Duff was all the way back downstairs in the little house next door when he remembered. He still didn't have his cigarette lighter.
Sharon, meanwhile, was just about to go down the steps when she thought she heard someone crying. Sobbing, quietly. She turned back, saw a crack of light beneath Jordy's door, and sighed. The poor boy-he must be younger in the mind than she thought, and probably was missing his parents already! Full of motherly sentiments, she opened his bedroom door and stepped into the dimly lit room.
Both of them froze, their eyes on each other.
Sharon stood just inside the door and she seemed to have been turned to stone. Her eyes stared brightly.
He lay on his side on his bed, naked, with the bedclothes in a tangle at his feet. He had a pair of very feminine, pale pink panties in his hand, and that hand was wrapped around his handsome young pecker. Even as she watched, his hand loosened and the rumpled flesh of the deeply-pink foreskin started oozing sexily back up over the shining, almost red nut at the very tip of his young prick.
She was unable to speak. Her throat felt clogged. Her tits felt like huge weights dragging at her chest, and the robe suddenly hurt the nipples. Her body was all hot and quivering, seemingly pierced with a thousand tiny needles that prickled her and made her frightfully itchy. She was not even aware of what her hand was doing.
It was closing the door behind her.
What a beautiful, silky-looking young pecker! Oh, how pretty it is! I wish-
Her eyes rose to meet his. His were wide and fearful. Frozen, he still had his hand wrapped around his youthfully smooth cockshaft.
She heard his voice say: "Please don't tell. Mom and Dad will cream me if you tell them about this!"
She heard another voice say: "No, no I won't tel-ll them-m." The voice was trembly. "Not if you just um ah let m-me hel-l-lp you-u...."
The voice, she realized, all thick and trembly and coming straight up from a lust-clogged throat, was hers. She had said it.
Cock! At last! The thought lurched into her brain and burned like fire.
Not only had her voice operated without her, but her legs were, too. They were walking her over to the handsome young boy on the bed with his cock in his panty-gloved hand. Her eyes were fixed on it.
He was frowning, with his head a little on one side. "Help ... me?"
"Ye-e-essssss, darling! That's what I'm here for-to help you and take care of you!"
She went at him like a robot, like one of those guided missiles controlled from far away. Instinctively, she knew it would be easier if she knelt beside his bed. She did, getting her robe out of the way so that her bare knees were on the tufted little rug. She hesitated only a couple of seconds, with his darling penis only a few inches from her face.
He squirmed a little closer to the edge of the bed.
Wow, he thought, a real woman! Then he jerked, with a little grunt, when her long-fingered hand slipped down along the stiff length of his prick. It jerked in the lovely grip of her cool fingers.
"Lord," she murmured, shaking her head. "How smooth and all like velvet it is! And big-Jordy? How tall are you?"
"Five-six and one quarter," he stated proudly and precisely.
"Why-I hadn't noticed that you were that big," she said, sliding her fingers up and down the winsome stalk of his prick. "And still growing! You're going to be a big man, Jordy ... and ... you'll have...." She shivered. "A big prick, too!"
"Do you really like it?"
"I think it's the most darling sweet cock in the world!" She pressed that sweet darling cock in her fingers and thumb, pushing down a little and watching the end of it get all tight and straining, as the nut-like head tried to push out through its elastic sheath.
Delighted by her words, he bent quickly over to kiss her forehead. "You're wonderful, Sharon. I love you!"
She was trembling with passion, sliding her fingers up and down his hard throbbing joint, grinning, almost giggling as she watched the hot-colored head, very shiny and smooth, poke out and then disappear, then poke out again when she pushed downward on the slithering skin. Its very tip was slightly indented and split with a reddish little crease that seemed to peep out at her like a bloodshot eye every time she made it come out of hiding.
Then, suddenly, a tear seeped out of that eye.
Jordy was groaning and quivering, straining to her, trying to shove his whole aching crotch into her hand. It was lightly furred, his darling young crotch, and the curling tendrils felt like nylon threads that brushed her hand and slightly tickled her knuckles.
She paused in her stroking, staring at the quivering, glistening droplet of moisture that had formed like a lovely precious pearl just at the tip of his lividly erect cock.
Her mouth watered.
Once again that faraway control took over, somewhere way back in the depths of her brain. It seemed to place a hand at the back of her head and push. Slowly, her face moved toward the bulging crown of his prick. He stared with bright eyes. She was going to-
She did. She pressed her sexy, pale pink lips to the very end of his excited penis. It lurched and he groaned aloud.
Then her tongue slithered over it, and he groaned again.
Ardently and very sexily, her tongue mopped up the droplet of pre-seminal moisture his beautiful prong exuded, licked it up and then tapped the source again, trying to coax another drop of lubrication from it. Her head spun and her body burned. She felt unbearably hot. She quivered all over.
Loving her, loving what she was doing, he reached out to grip her arm and pull her a little closer to the bed. Then he slipped a little, and his hand plunged straight into the front of her robe.
"Uh!" she gasped, as a hot hand slid over the firm upper swell of her fleshy titty, bare and terribly hot beneath the robe.
"Oh," he gasped, as his fingers contacted marvelously smooth skin that sheathed richly firm flesh, and he knew in an instant that he had his burning hand on tit, rich hot smooth female tit, and it was even hotter than his hand.
"You-you're burning up!" he whispered, tracing his trailing fingers over the bulging contours of that breast, across the valley and onto the other one.
"Oh God, Jordy darling, you make me all hot!" She kissed the end of his prick again. "But you'd better not-uh!"
At her words, he had automatically asserted his territorial rights, squeezing the plump blob of flesh he had been caressing.
"Don't say that! You're kissing my penis-why don't I kiss your titties, too?"
"I-" Wrong, her brain told her, wrong, it's wrong, he's only a kid, you're here as a substitute for his parents, you can't do this, you can't let him-
But she trembled and went all weak and flaccid, her arms suddenly paralyzed, unable to move, quivering like dead things hanging from her shoulders. Her body lurched and hot tremors shot through her belly.
His nimble fingers plucked loose the three buttons of her robe and pulled it open. His warm, satiny dork brushed her cheek as he bent forward over the edge of the bed.
"Oh, how beautiful! Those must be the prettiest titties in the world, Sharon!" His hands plunged over them, feeling, luxuriating in their firm-fleshed resiliency and silky skin.
His words went right through her. She became even hotter and jerked with her trembling as if she were suffering an attack of epilepsy. There was suddenly sweat in her armpits and on her upper hp.
Convulsively, her head lunged forward. Her mouth gaped.
She pushed her lips down over the big knob of his cock and began tonguing it and sucking it strongly inside her mouth.
"Gah! Ah-ah, un, oh ... ohhhh, Sharon!"
His hands squeezed and pulped the ripe swells of her full white tits. He ran a thumb over the very tip of one of them, sliding it over the end of the nipple as if he were testing the edge of a knife-blade.
Shivering violently, she sucked hard on his burning prong, trying to force its hot juice out of it and into the deep hollow of her feverish, pretty face.
He wrapped his hands around her titties and tugged, stretching the smooth elastic skin of her hot, spongy knockers, squeezing his fingers in and using the standing jugs like handles.
Her mouth backed off his long hot probe, the lips furling wider as they oozed backward off the distended head. All shiny with her saliva, it popped free of her mouth and jogged up and down before her face.
"Ow-ouch! What are you doing?"
"Trying ... to pull you-come up on the bed, Sharon, please, let me suck your beautiful titties!"
"Don't-don't you like-what I'm doing?" She shot her tongue out to give his bulging cockhead a swift lick.
He grunted and lurched as if struck. "Yes! It's WONDERFUL!"
"But I can't do it if you're sucking my titties, Jordy darling!"
He twisted around so that he was hanging half off the bed. He had one hand on her shoulder and the other beneath one thrusting, red-tipped breast.
"Yes I can!" he cried triumphantly, and he proved it.
"A-a-a-a-hhhh!" she gasped, throwing her head back and shivering as she felt his slithering tongue, then his warm wet mouth moved over the tip of her breast. His mouth enclosed the nipple and the swollen, shining halo behind it, and suddenly he applied suction that was surely enough to bring milk if she had any anywhere in her.
It was wonderful. She squirmed in pure voluptuous pleasure. Thrills of rapture shot through her sucked tit and into her belly.
Her head came down, her eyes dilated and her nostrils flared. Her mouth hung helplessly open, and she widened its hole as she rammed her head back at his crotch. He made a loud sucking noise around her sweet swelling nipple and it sprang into rigid readiness inside his mouth.
His teeth nipped her in a reflex snap when her mouth cruised back down over his cock, but she hardly noticed. It felt good. He could chomp on it if he wanted to. She had to have his precious prick.
Her lips clutched it in an exquisitely tight prison of fiery heat. Her tongue swished over it, lapping all around and over the swollen stem.
He shivered and sucked titty avidly, feeling his torrid love muscle wallowing around in the soft humid membrane lining her mouth. With a mouthful of firm hot breast, he rolled his eyes, hanging onto her shoulder as he twisted his head slightly.
He smiled, keeping her spearing nipple in his mouth with teeth that were now thoughtfully gentle.
Looking down to see your cock sticking out of a beautiful face and a sweetly sucking mouth is beautiful, beautiful!
Supporting himself with one hand on the kneeling girl's shoulder, he used the other to feed sweet succulent fat-fleshed tit-flesh into his mouth. He sucked, hard. And kept an eye on her face.
He could see her hand sliding up and down the tiny length of the stalk that wasn't contained in her mouth. She held it as he had held her nipple, with carefully, gently-applied teeth, so that her bobbing mouth slid the foreskin back and forth over the blood-filled head.
Sucking and licking with her mouth, pumping with her hand, she worked on him in a salacious, flurrying frenzy of delight. His eyes bulged and his legs quivered.
His own tongue slid over soft silken tit-flesh, dipping and curling over the deeply-colored berry at its very tip, licking while he held and squeezed the hard up-surging swell from beneath.
"Un ... un ... ungghh!" he sighed. His belly tightened up. He clamped her breast hard, with hand and mouth, to make sure she didn't move.
Then his lurching cock started emptying itself into the wet warm interior of her mouth.
"Gu-gulp!"
Sharon had never had a cock go off in her mouth before.
She had never had one in her mouth before!
It came in a hot gunning rush, and it frightened her a little. But instantly she knew that if she pulled her face back, it would keep on salvoing, and she'd have cock-milk all over her naked tits and belly and on her robe as well.
So she kept it in her mouth-and rammed her shoulder forward, trying to strangle the darling owner of this darling high-powered rifle with her breast. She wished it could shoot off, too.
Glutinous sperm, mingled with her own saliva, creamed over her teeth until, straining, she had to gulp and swallow.
That was easy. It was slightly sweetish, almost tasteless, and slick like creamy milk that slipped down her throat without a bit of trouble. It was lovely.
Her throat started working hard. She swallowed again and again in a desperate, gulping effort to keep herself from choking on the river of viscous fluid that already forced its way over her sweetly-sucking lips and ran down over her chin and onto her quivering, panting tit-globe, the untouched one.
Shivering and jerking, he held her other breast motionless in his mouth while he looked over at the kneeling, beautifully submissive creature greedily swallowing his virile young sperm, drinking from the gushing fountain of his fertility, sucking sweetly away at his cock.
When at last he was empty and sliding out of her face, her mouth remained open, gasping. Cum glistened on her chin and one tit. Her other thrusting jug was just as shiny with his saliva. Cum and saliva made a lovely slimy sheen all over those heaving knockers.
CHAPTER TWO
In the almost identical two-story frame house next door, Blanche McConnell had no idea what had made her husband so fervently sexy, and she didn't care.
He'd come up behind her while she was finishing up the supper dishes, and the crotch he pressed against the bulge of her blue-jeaned butt had been hard and huge. Her eyes popped wide and she nearly dropped the saucepan. Then his hands wrapped around her and went after those big floppy knockers he was so crazy about.
"You almost through?"
"Y-yeah, yes, darling-ummmm!"
"Hurry up!"
"Oh God, honey-stop doinggg that or I'LL-NEVER finish up here."
"In that case you'll get yourself dicked standing up, woman!" His hands clutched the front of her blouse as if he were mad at it.
"With my jeans on?" she giggled, quaveringly.
"I think I'm gonna pop through my pants any second, baby-if my cock can do that, those old tight-ass jeans of yours won't be any problem!"
She giggled again. "Oh, boy! Just-urn, ah!-just stop a minute, will you?"
He gave her oversize breasts another hard fondle and squeeze and banged his swollen crotch against her bottom. Then he stepped back.
"One ... and ... TWO ... and ... THREE...." he counted. "You said a minute, right?"
She rubbed the pan hurriedly. "Right. What Ihe devil's got you so turned on, anyhow? Lord, it's Monday night!"
"Just thinking about you, baby. TEN ... and...."
She laughed, grabbing the other pan and swirling the nylon net around and around in it. "Ten! What happened to five-six-seven-eight-nine?"
"Fourteen ... and...."
She finished up, wiped out the sink while the water ran out, and turned around-to be grabbed. She was crushed, squealing, against his big body and suddenly had a mouthful of squirming tongue. She sucked it.
They left a trail of clothes up the steps and into the bedroom, and she was shivering and giggling delightedly and squealing in arousal all the way. She saw that the shade was down. Good-uh! Now he was tearing at her brassiere as if he were a park rapist.
"I don't see why you have to wear these damned things!" he snarled.
"You know why, sweetheart-I've got too damned much tit!"
"Too much! Too much for what? Ah!" He solved the problem of the double-hooked back-strap and pulled her bra away from her so that huge snowy-white balls of outrageously overgrown jugs came jumping and pouring out to dance around in front of her.
"Too much for-ummm, oh, darling-g-g-g!"
Catching one big swollen jug in each hand, he lifted them and crushed them together while he bent and played the windshield-wiper game, his mouth leaping back and forth from one brownish-red nipple to the other with rapid swings of his head.
"Good ... God...." she gasped, feeling between his legs as she fought his shorts down, "what a hard-on! Thinking about me?"
"Umm-ummf-mmgl!" he replied, trying to pull more of her big left breast into his hot mouth.
With his full cooperation, she got his shorts off and smiled at a massive erection that looked like a big red flagpole with a helmet on top. He was so excited that the fat swollen crown had already shrugged off its shielding foreskin and stabbed out into the air.
When he eased up the pressure on her flaming breasts, she dropped to her knees and grabbed his hips, slurping and. slithering her longing tongue all up and down the long, red-headed and blue-veined shaft of his aroused masculinity. When she slipped her lips over the head and started to tease it with her tongue, he grabbed her hair and rammed it halfway down her throat.
She gagged and paid him back by slipping a finger up his asshole. They grunted together in a tangled mixture of pain and delight.
His hand swooped down to her furry pussy. He rubbed it strongly, holding his palm slightly cupped against the hairy bulge of that blonde-haired vulva, hanging over the head of the kneeling woman.
"Gunnnh!" she gasped out around the swollen shaft of hot hard flesh that stuffed her mouth full to bursting.
He slid a finger into her. She was flowing, leaking, laking, extremely wet inside, wet and ready. He twitched the finger up the slippery crack and pushed a little harder as it slid over her clitoris.
She went wild. Her nails gripped his buttock. Her other hand agitated the finger she had in the hot hole of his anus. Gagging, she strained her mouth as wide open as she could possibly get it and tried to swallow the bulging, blood-gorged spike of his cock. She jerked against him and her free-swinging tits batted against his legs with slapping sounds.
No, no, not yet, no, she tried to cry out, but his thick prick depressed her tongue and all she got out was "o, o, of et, o...."
But he was in that kind of mood, rubbing hard and actually hurting her throbbing, squirming clit with his constantly moving hand. Warm juice form her inner vagina began trickling out between the parting lips of her pussy and making soft thudding noises as they fell to the bare floor between her kneeling legs.
She came, red hot and trying to shriek, and she had to make a conscious effort and fight hard to keep from chewing into his inflamed and so-sensitive cockshaft.
Then he was tipping her backward, right there on the floor, and plunging into her juicy hole while it still contracted and ran wet and hot with her steaming orgasmic juices.
"U-u-uhh-Aahhhh!" she sighed out, and she smiled up at the ceiling in delight.
Ramming himself all the way into a sheathing hole made wet and open and accommodating by her excitement and the steaming cum he had given her with his fingers, he began fucking her with all his strength.
"Uh-ow-uh...." she gasped under him, her broad butt mashed against the unyielding floor and her cunt full of fat jabbing pole that seemed just as hard and inelastic.
But her hips were moving up and down in heaving rhythm to his hard jolting cock thrusts into the spongy wetness of her pussy.
The widening gash was lubricating freely as it took the full power of his cock's swollen length.
She began rotating her rump to hunch her mounded cunt up in delicious wantonness. Her body arched sharply up to his lunging groin. A good man, he had lifted himself over her on his palms so that she could move without abrading all the skin off her plump pink asscheeks against the hardwood floor.
Tremors leaped through the soft round slope of her belly as he slapped it repeatedly with his.
He jerked and lunged, plunging his twitching prick in and out of her juicy and receptive hole in great lurching strokes.
Sweat streamed from both their bellies, ran down the slope and bathed her wide-parted cunt's cleavage and the shaft of his streaking cock. With each of its out-strokes, the big hard tube of flesh brought out with it more sweat, mingled with the flowing stickiness of her cunt's warm juices. The slapping of their bodies against each other became more a slurping liquid sound.
Her body arched and shuddered.
Her mouth streamed moans of sensual gratification.
Her hands pulled at him, slithering over his sweaty hips and pounding asscheeks. She held tightly to him as he reamed out a passage in her belly's soft hot groove.
Her fattened, hard-poking nipples scudded across his heaving chest and her breasts were flattened and squashed outward like big white satin-covered pillows by his driving weight.
His hands coursed deliriously downward, sliding beneath her hunching, writhing body. He ignored the grinding of his knuckles against the floor. With a good fuck, a man could take some discomfort!
The feverishly writhing creature beneath him moaned and grunted and strained as he clamped her rounded, sweaty buns in both hands. His fingers dug into the bulging masses of flesh.
Pulling hard as he fucked, hard and deep, he pressed that soft pink and white body firmly against his and pounded it in a frenzied sexual intensity.
His toes dug in and his legs strained. His cock slapped in and out with wet-quicksand noises. His heaving buttocks bunched into tight hard balls of muscle.
He gasped and panted, pounding into her, pounding himself into the moist, distended lobes of her pussy with soft soppy sounds. His glazing eyes watched her contorted face and the way her big white tits trembled and quivered and jumped all over her chest.
Every inch of his big hot pole of a cock punched steadily into her, pounding her pussy with its swollen red prong of a glans.
Then he dropped himself onto her with a suddenness and a force that brought strained gasps from both of them. He wallowed on the almost ponderous massiveness of her breasts, the up-thrust, flopping mountains of her chest, the silky-skinned cushions of her heaving tits.
Then he shot off what felt like a gallon of hot steaming cum up into her waiting, writhing, ready cunt.
Lying there on her and gasping, he thought about that sexy little piece next door, and wondered what she was doing, her and her strong and lithe young body, and reminded himself that he was lying on and in his wife and that he was a bastard to be thinking about something else, about somebody else, and he thought about her anyhow.
The Newtons, he thought, will be gone two weeks. Two weeks.
I'm going to ball that sexy little piece next door between now and then!
Thinking about that brought tremors into his guts and a little throbbing sensation in his pussy-embedded cock, and he wondered.
If he pulled it out of her and straddled her tits and had her lick hers and his own slimy cum off his flaccid prick, wouldn't that maybe get it up again and really make a night of this?
The object of his thoughts was still on the floor in the room of her young "baby" sitting charge, kneeling and leaning weakly against his bed with her cheek against his crotch.
Thinking it looked very pretty there, he had drawn her hair up over his thigh. Meanwhile, he was softly playing with her lovely jugs. He had the feeling he'd never get enough of that, and he knew she loved it. Besides, everything was okay now. She wouldn't be telling Mom and Dad about catching him beating his meat. Because if she ever mentioned it, he'd grin and remind her that he had something to tell, too!
"It's a shame a woman doesn't have a cock, instead of that little slice of pee-hole," he murmured, tweaking one softening nipple. "If you had a prick too, I'd suck it for you."
She twisted her face around, brushing it over his spent prick and relaxed balls, and turned her soft eyes on him. She rubbed his thigh.
"Would you really, Jordy?"
He nodded. "You're wonderful. I love you. I'd suck your cocky for you, if you had one."
"That's sweet of you, darling. But-what I have isn't just a pee-hole." Her heart had begun to pound and a new wave of heat was threatening to rise about her.
"I know. That's where the babies come out." He smiled. "Would you like me to give you a baby?"
"I would not!"
He laughed. "Would you like me to put my cock in it?"
She sighed and shook her head, with a little tremble. "No, darling. I-I've never had anything in it."
"Nothing?"
She shook her head.
"You're a virgin!"
"Aren't you?"
He raised his eyebrows. Then he smiled. "Does a mouth count?"
"A mouth?"
"Your mouth, Sharon."
How nice, I got his very first charge of semen. How exciting that was! She trembled, then wiggled sensuously.
He tugged at her breasts. "Show me your slit!"
"Uh ... Jor-dyyy...."
He pulled again, wiggling around on the bed. "Show me your pretty girl-slit, Sharon. I won't put my cocky in it."
His thumbs and fingers closed over the spongy protuberances of her nipples. He watched her eyes roll and her mouth open and her shoulders rise up, hunching. She emitted a little moan and cupped her hands under his. And she got up.
He regarded her tufted bulge. Then he stroked it. She shivered as his hand ran over the silky strands of her pubic hair.
"It doesn't shoot off, like a man, does it?"
She shook her head with a smile. "Not-exactly. It does cum, though."
He looked up at her face, his fingers testing the resiliency of the swollen ridge of hair-covered flesh. "It does? How?"
"There ... there's ... um, a little button ... uh...."
Then, with a sigh, she slid her hands in to her fulcrum and, setting her fingertips on either side of the furrow, she pulled.
There was a small smacking sound as the delicately-hued lips came open.
"It's wet!" he said excitedly, bending closer to look in. "And it's all red inside, and raggedy."
His words, the feel of his voice-expelled breath as he commented on her pussy, just the thought that he was watching and commenting, sent jolting thrills through her. Her body reminded her of its unappeased desire, almost painfully.
And the slightly oversize clitoris she had discovered so long, long ago, in the bathtub one night, came nudging out. It thrust its glossy head out of its secret cavern and crept on forth, trembling, a red knob that grew longer and longer.
His eyes bulged as he watched the emergence of that miniature cock, that slim little column of hot rigidity that poked out from between the very tops of her cuntlips.
"You do have a cock!" Then, slowly and quietly, "but it's so tiny!"
She sighed, holding herself open, with her head back and her eyes staring at the ceiling. The little lance of flesh pulsed, so that it seemed to wiggle at him, like an enticing finger. He considered it. He guessed it might be as much as an inch long.
"It's big enough," the girl told him, standing there with her robe gaping open all the way down and her naked body exposed lewdly to his youthful gaze, her own fingers spreading open the moist-glistening lips of her wet, hymen-sealed joyhole. "It isn't for sticking in things, like yours. But...." She shivered. God, how can I be doing this? How can I possibly stand here before this young boy and display myself like this, blatantly holding my pussy open like a ... a whore?
And the thought came: Because I have to! I can't help it! I have to, have to! How can I possibly say it? How can I say ... what ... what I know damned well I can't keep from saying? She said it.
"But it's for sucking too, like yours."
"This little-"
"All!"
He had touched it tentatively, and hot lust jolted up through her guts so that she gasped so loud it was almost a cry. Her body jerked.
Then he knew he had it. "This is what makes you cum, isn't it!"
"Y-ye-e-s-s-ssss...."
He bounced excitedly forward on the bed. "Let me make you cum, Sharon! Let me make you cum like I did-look! Look! It's got me all hard and up again!"
She looked, trembling. Lust grabbed her in its hot grip. He was right. Examining her pussy and talking about it, thinking about it had made his drained pecker start up again, imitating her clit.
The semi-erect beauty drew her eyes, tugged at her face, forced her mouth open ... her tongue slithered out to moisten her lips ... her tits heaved and their lips thickened.
Suddenly pulling away from him, knowing she was lost, shamefully in for the full game, she hurried around the bed and mounted the other side. He watched her moving lithely onto his bed with her beautiful firm knockers trembling all over and jumping up and down. His eyes dropped and he smiled, then, when he saw how her slitted pussy opened and shut like a sidewise mouth with each of her kneeling "steps" across his rumpled bed.
Then she swung half around and stretched out. Her head was pointed the opposite way from his.
She turned over onto her side, facing him. Her face was now opposite his prick, his lovely satiny young prick.
And he was staring directly at her furry vulvar bulge. She wiggled her hips.
"We can suck each other!" he enthused delightedly, and rushed his face at her crotch.
She groaned and jerked with violent reaction when he peeled open her cleft just as she had, widening the vaulted hole between the pulpy lips to peer into the dark hole of her cunt. It looked even wetter than before, and those raggedy red inner lips looked like beckoning red banners. They were sweetly scalloped, glistening with wetness, and thinly pierced by a tiny oval hole.
Leaning very close, he opened her wider and peered inside, straining his eyes and furrowing his brow in an attempt to see the barrier of her virginity. He couldn't.
He wondered. Maybe she'd been putting him on. Maybe there wasn't any barrier in there at all. Maybe she wasn't a virgin, as she'd said.
He knew how to find out. Maintaining his thumb-and-two-fingers grip on one slippery pussy-fold, he released the other and watched it snap back into position, like a bowstring after the arrow is released.
Then he shoved a finger into the juicy, hair-framed hole.
She was just starting to press a kiss onto the tip of his handsome young meat when he stuck his finger into her cleft, pushed it between the colorful inner labia, and pushed-
"Yi-i-i-iieeOOWWCH!"
He jerked his finger back. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...."
He had felt it. Just skin, but it sure must be tight in there, because her scream had set his hair on end. He felt terribly contrite, sorry, apologetic, and he swiftly pressed his whole face into the nylon-soft jungle between her thigh tops.
Gasping after the lancing jab of pain when his finger pressed against her maidenhead, she now gurgled out a moan and her head sank weakly to the sheet as he apologized by nuzzling her sweetly with his mouth. Sighing, she made little whimpering noises, loving the feel of it, the marvelous feeling when he pressed his lips and tongue to the ardent heat of her pouched slit and kissed her tenderly.
The wet slit nestled in her crotch dropped open like a gasping mouth.
Licking along the lips, his tongue swerved and slipped inside.
She groaned and jerked violently. He backed out.
"Oh," she gasped, "oh, o-o-ohhh, darling...."
"I'm sorry I hurt you with my finger-did my tongue hurt too?"
"God NO!"
Grinning, he nodded and, with one hand on her hip and the fingers extending out over the bulge of one trembling buttock, he pulled her mossy crotch to his face. His tongue slipped inside. Then her clitoris reminded him of its presence by pulsing against his nose. He wiggled his nose and heard her gasp, felt her tremble. How sensitive the little cock-imitator must be!
He pulled his tongue out of her gash and licked her clit.
"G-ga-a-aaaah. Ohh, darling!" she screamed and gasped, and then she lovingly sucked up a mouthful of squirmy, half-hard young penis.
He grunted, smiled, patted her ass, and gave her nubby pussy-button a thorough tongue lashing. He felt the juice that exuded from her, wet against his chin. Sliding his tongue down off her clit, he licked it up, letting it mingle with his saliva and tasting savory, syrupy, slightly salty woman.
He liked it. He licked up all he could find, and when the taste diminished he started licking her clitoral knob again, to make some more juice.
Meanwhile she suckled at his crotch, her mouth clutching the throbbing, growing shaft firmly.
She pumped, seeking only to suck and slither over it until she had made it huge again and then f milked it dry and turned it, again, into a tired little worm. It was delightful, it was lovely, it made her belly feel like it was roasting and it gave her a feeling of intense female pleasure and power.
She could bring that cock up with her mouth.
And she could put it down with her mouth, too, after sucking it off and drinking its spurting milk!
Meanwhile he was slurping at the freshet of juice oozing from her gaping belly-hole with busy mouth and tongue while she caressed his whole crotch, balls as well as his prick, with a flickering tongue like wet fire. He ran his tongue in, folding the labia open to slide, wetly caressing, along his cheeks as he ran his tongue deep into her cunt.
Caressing each other's naked asses, they made little crooning sounds that riffled the hair of their crotches.
His cock tasted unbelievably good.
Her cunt tasted fantastically good.
Licking and sucking, they ate each other with relish.
Her drooling pussy coated his lips and cheeks with its sticky slime and he coated her labia and matted the hair with saliva, just as hers made his prick shine like a pink porcelain phallic statue.
She began jerking her head, thumping her forehead against his thighs as she let his cock run in and out of her head. Her hair spun and swung to snap at her shoulders and his quivering thighs. Coated with warm saliva, that massy cockshaft shone all along its length as if it had been oiled.
Folding his lips around the slippery little knob, he sucked her clitoris with all his strength, trying to drag it right out of her until it was as long as his well-sucked prick. She began jerking and hunching, shivering as though hip-deep in snow-and yet streaming sweat from her entire agitated body.
She had to cram her face into his crotch and half-strangle herself on bulging, blood-filled glans penis in order to avoid shrieking so loud she'd wake the two girls.
Her smashing climax gripped her naked, sweat-streaming body in rolling tremors of searing orgasmic release. Hot fluid poured over his lips and, delightedly, he began to lap it up. Her clitoris had wrested itself free of his lips, diving back into its secret sheath as she came.
She had to breathe, and her nose wasn't making it. She pulled her face back and back, slipped it off his hard-throbbing prong, and kept her mouth open to suck up a great breath of rapturous release.
"No-oh no!" he cried, hunching his hips at her face.
Too late. A speeding streak of sperm smacked her cheek, just beside her mouth. She blinked, not knowing for a moment what had happened.
Splat, and another hard-ejaculated gobbet of male cum struck her lower lip, part of it oozing inside and the rest slithering down her chin.
Then, with a little moan, she snaked her head forward. Her wide mouth caught the third spurt, and she gulped, and then her mouth was back over the spurting shaft again and she caught and swallowed the rest of his milky outburst and drank it joyfully down.
With her hand lovingly fondling his jerking butt, she continued sucking even after he had ceased cumming, in hopes of drawing out a little more to make up for what she'd missed.
But her suction hurt, now, with the head of his prick super-sensitized by its orgasmic spurting, and he groaned and had to twitch around to push her head away from his crotch. She looked sadly at him, her eyes full of apology at not having been there when he started spewing out his juices.
The slimy shine on her chin and cheek attracted him, and her eyes shuttered as he leaned over her face. He kissed her face, all over, sliding his tongue around to lick up his own cum. It wasn't like hers, but was thicker, sweeter.
Then he sighed and sank down onto the bed, playing with her trembling, soft titties.
"I'm ... so tired," he gasped.
She placed her hands tenderly over his. "Yes. Me too, sweet. I'd better ... we'd better both go to bed now. To sleep," she added, smiling.
Pulling her robe about her, she slipped out of his darkened room after he was settled down under the sheet.
Oh, she thought, slipping quietly along the hall to her own room, how lovely it all was!
How I do love sweet silky-fleshed mouth-piercing cock!
But she was frowning as she slipped naked into the fresh-sheeted bed.
But III never, never do anything like that again! I'm a wicked person! That sweet young boy....
Then she was asleep, and for once, she didn't dream of cock.
CHAPTER THREE
The next door neighbors were named McConnell, Blanche and Duff McConnell, and Blanche was very nice. Sharon was chatting with the big-bosomed blonde the next afternoon when a new Bel-Air drew up and Sharon was introduced to a big, red-headed man, Duff McConnell. They were about thirty, she thought, and he was very, very friendly, indeed.
As a matter-of-fact he was so friendly and looked at her so intently, so malely, that he made her nervous. She knew his wife noticed, too. After four or five minutes Sharon said she had to be about the business of the children's supper, and she hurried inside, wishing she hadn't worn these short-shorts that grabbed her in the crotch like a loving hand. She could just feel his lecherous blue-gray eyes on the pistoning balls of her bottom as she trotted up the steps and into the Newton house.
A little later she was shocked when she looked out: Kitty was in the back yard, talking with Duff McConnell. Kitty was wearing one of those rib-knit Wallace Beery shirts that might as well have been painted onto her outsize young tits, and it was stuffed so tightly into her shorts it might have been pinned.
Sharon realized that the brat was flirting with the much-older man!
Who am I to judge? she thought sadly, remembering. Her brother's just as young, and I-I ... we ... oh, God! If only I weren't like this!
For she had realized that her eyes were staring at Duff McConnell's crotch. He had changed into walking shorts, tan, and she noted that he had very hairy legs, with thick thighs and calves.
Lord, she thought, if his hair was black he'd look like an erect ape!
One ill-chosen word in that thought-a Freudian slip?-make her eyes drop to where they'd been before she had jerked them away.
No, he wasn't erect. She sighed. Now she realized that, while Kitty was obviously flirting, flaunting her hips this way and that and putting her hands behind her to strut her fat young milk-wagons, Duff was not responding to her. His eyes rolled to the house.
Abruptly Sharon was sure he was asking the girl about-her.
I'll have to be careful, Sharon thought, continuing to get the supper together. That man's interested in me. I can't imagine why-I don't have mammoth mammaries like his wife, but ... he is, I just know it.
Sharon did not live in a vacuum, and they all learned it, the neighbors as well, when Carl Davis came over just after they'd gotten the dinner dishes cleared away. She liked him. She liked him very much. He was-solid, something like that. A couple of inches taller than she, he was slim and careful about his hair and clothes and had a good job, assistant manager, already, of a shop that sold TV's, radios, recording equipment, and so on.
In another era he'd have been called her beau. Since they wouldn't be able to go out for the next couple of weeks, she had checked it out with both the Newtons and her parents. Sure, Carl could come over while she was here. Just-be careful!
She didn't think she needed to be worried about that. Carl was so damned nice that she was sure if he ever learned for her fascination with male genitals, he'd vanish forever. He didn't often wear tight pants, and she was glad.
Something happened while he was there that she didn't like a damned bit. It was Kitty's idea to show them the photographs of the Newton's vacation last summer. Sharon might not have paid any attention, if she hadn't noticed what a little temptress the big-titted juvenile was, just this evening.
Sitting on the other side of Carl, she kept handing them the pictures and then leaning over to point out this and that, smiling, chatting, wiggling, looking up into his eyes, brushing her hand and arm across his thigh, and-rubbing herself all over him.
The little bitch, Sharon thought, checking her watch.
The hands seemed to crawl. Bedtime would never come! And Kitty Newton, aged fourteen like her brother-whom Sharon knew was sexy and sex-capable-was vamping hell out of her Carl!
And succeeding ... Sharon's throat tightened up and she licked her lips when she noted the growing bulge in his pants.
Kitty noticed it, too.
One thing saved the whole situation, and prevented Sharon from making the silly mistake of creating an ugly scene.
Carl was ignoring the girl with all his might.
Sharon thought she loved him for that.
Love him? Do I? Love? Me-the cock-lover?
Her eyes misted and her Up trembled. She could hardly see the constant stream of those damned color photographs. No one seemed to notice.
At last it was nine o'clock, and Sharon had to be adamant; summer or not, nothing to do or not, no, Kitty, it is time for bed, and you and Jordy go brush your teeth.
At last she'd gotten rid of the brats, all three of them, and she came down to smile at Carl, sitting on the couch, waiting.
They turned on the television set, chatted, touched, and after about half an hour, when they both seemed to think everyone should be asleep upstairs, they eased together on the couch.
She loved his strong arms around her. She loved his kisses.
She loved the tender way he stroked her breasts through her blouse.
But as usual she stiffened up and held back when he showed signs of getting more intimate.
She thought he was mad when he left, since it wasn't even midnight.
Maybe he thought that with us here alone, and the kids asleep, we'd just ... use the Newton bedroom! Well, that won't happen. I'm just not that sort of-
The thought broke off as a vision of Jordy's hard lovely little boy cock swam across her brain.
Brushing her teeth, she blushed, even though there was only the mirror to see her.
She went to bed. But she couldn't sleep. Carl. Love? Carl's crotch ... crotch ... cock ... Jordy's cock ... The thoughts just wouldn't stop. At last she scrambled over in the bed to turn the light back on. Then she opened her paperback copy of The Andromeda Strain and tried once again to get herself interested in all that technical, gadgety chatter.
A few minutes after that the two quiet knocks came at the door.
"Who-?" she began, but already the door was opening.
Jordy came in, wearing a navy blue and gray robe he was rapidly outgrowing.
"Jordy," she gasped, tugging the sheet up over her naked breasts. "What-?"
He was already walking over to the bed. He stopped and stood there beside the bed, staring at her. She held the book open, before her, just in case the sheet wasn't doing its job of hiding all the lovely curves of her tits.
Besides, the damned treacherous things were fattening up on the ends! Just the sight of him, with her memory of last night, turned her on.
Damn, damn! she thought, and oh, God help me!
"I can't sleep," he said, still staring at her.
"Ohhh, wel-l-U ... let's see what's the matter," she said, in her best parent-substitute manner and tone. Thank heaven! She'd been afraid that....
He opened his robe, pulling it wide with both hands. He was naked underneath. Just as treacherous as her nipples, her eyes dropped.
"I want my cock sucked," he said.
She raised wide eyes to stare at him. "Jordy!"
He reached for the sheet. She clung to it.
"Jordy! Last night was wrong, Jordy. We can't do that! Not ever again. I'm sorry, terribly, terribly ... s-sorry...." cock, cock, cock, the words were blinking through her mind like a neon sign...."sorry that ... it hap ... pened...." Her mouth was watering. She fought to hold her gaze on his face, rather than letting them drop to that lovely, beautiful, sleek-skinned....
He smiled, looking at her with his head cocked a little on one side.
"Please, Sharon. Don't say that. I love you. Please suck my cock."
She wanted to, wanted to, wanted to ... "Jordy, we just can't...."
He sighed. "You don't love me! It was just a game! We-well you'd better do it, or I'll tell Mom and Dad something when they get home that'll get you in a tot of trouble!"
There you are, her brain told her smugly. Now you have to. It's not your fault! You haven't any choice. He knows he can get your ass in a lotta trouble! You have to!
Thank God!
"Oh, Jordy," she sighed, dropping her book and reaching out to pull him to her.
"God ... damn!" Blanche McConnell exclaimed. She twisted around. "Duff! DUFF! Come here quick!"
He hurried into the bedroom. "Look," she said, nodding at the window. And the other window, opposite. The one that looked into the Newton's bedroom, although the Newtons were always careful to keep the shade drawn.
Sharon was not so careful.
"Wow," Duff whispered.
"Can you imagine? He came in. She covered up and all, and I saw her shake her head-after he'd just ... jerked his robe open. For God's sake, Duff-look!"
"I am looking," he gasped, crowding in beside her.
What they saw was a totally naked Jordy and a totally naked Sharon in the bedroom of the house next door. What they saw was Sharon bobbing her head over the little boy's erect young cock, ramming it in and out of her face with an almost blurring speed.
He, meanwhile, was enfolding her naked breasts in his hand, pressing them, making little squelching, squeezing motions with his fingers, bouncing the bare and turbulent tits up and down and making them flop this way and that, stabbing the air with their thick, fattening nipples while she gnawed away at his thrusting, satiny-headed boy meat.
With her movements, she seemed to be wagging her lovely, round-cheeked, very bare young ass directly at Duff McConnell's face.
He licked his lips and, watching the young couple next door, plunged his hand down the front of Blanche's blouse.
She saved its straining buttons by opening them up, all the way down. She was staring with eyes just as avid as his.
She had to grin at the girl across the way. The crazy little cocksucker was acting like she was trying to swallow that boy's rigid prick whole!
He was helping her with that, too, tightening up his asscheeks into powerful bands of youthfully firm muscle and flicking his hips forward, so that the hard bludgeoning length of his cock vanished sexily into her sweet face and his swinging balls batted her chin.
"Glug," she gasped, and backed off a little.
Her hands were raised defensively to his balls.
She stroked and pulled and pressed them gently, sucking hard at the broad, glistening prick that filled her mouth in his excitement and stretched her skin tight over her cheekbones.
It tasted just as lovely as it had last night.
She loved sucking cock just as much as she had last night.
He pumped it a little into her face. "I want to put it in you!"
"No," she said with a long shudder. She tickled his barely-furry balls with her fingertips, reaching up to the soft-sacked globes from beneath. "No, no-isn't this nice? Isn't this enough for my Jordy?"
"Uh," he groaned, shuddering. "Oh ... it's ... good...!"
One of her own hands slipped down to the lonely bulge of her vulva, which had not had any attention at all. She wiggled her finger up and down the slit. It was wet, quiveringly excited. She moaned around his cock.
"Dar-darlinnng," she moaned around a mouth stuffed full of slick wet jogging cock, "Don't you want to-aren't you going to ... to kiss my place, too?"
"Oh, yes," Jordy said and sighed, jiggling her tits wildly up and down with both hands so that they hurt a little, straining at their fleshy moorings when he let them drop. Aroused and swollen with her passion, they felt very big and heavy.
"Oh, yes," he said again. "But-right now ... I-I'm going to ... I'm cummmiiinnng...!"
This time both of them made sure she got it all, inside her tenderly sucking mouth.
His suddenly ejaculating cum flooded past her teeth and filled the wet warmth of her gasping, grasping mouth.
She began to suck, to drink, sucking away at his hot throbbing meat as it pumped out its stringy semen.
She gulped again and again, to avoid being drowned in thick hot liquid male seed. Even so, it came so fast that when he looked down, he could see it dribbling in sticky white strings over her pumping lips.
He held it there firmly, until he had totally blown his congested, super-potent young balls down her gulping gullet.
Then, slowly, his flagging prick slipped out from between the soft full lips. It swung loosely back against his empty ball-bag, and he sighed in that wonderful feeling of release.
She knelt there with bowed head, still gulping, drooling out milky sperm that splashed down onto the firm, naked thrusts of her jugs. It glistened and gleamed and shone on those firm, nearly-hard half-globes of butter-soft flesh.
That was about the sexiest sight he had ever seen, and he reached down, already thinking about pumping his cock up and blowing it off all over her face.
Neither of them knew about their unseen audience, and strangely enough, Duff McConnell was having about the same thoughts as the boy next door. He stared out his window and in through the adjacent window with wide, bulging eyes full of lust.
God, he thought, damn! That sexy little cunt! She swallowed down every last drop of his cum. She loves it! Man do I ever want to get that sweet little mouth wrapped around my prong-she'll know then that she's got a faceful of man's whang, boy! And wouldn't it be pretty to watch shining white cum running down her face and off her tits!
Yeah ... but ... I'd like to get it up her tight little twat, even more. And damn it, I will!
Meanwhile, he was not at all put off when Blanche opened his pants, found him shortsless, and started lovingly playing with the big hard-on she found. She let her fingers work gently and sexily on the big stiff staff, sliding the foreskin up and down, first revealing the bulging shining head, then making it disappear in elastic folds of skin, then sliding the skin down again so that the head strutted out.
Meanwhile, the staring eyes of Blanche and Duff showed them that the neighbor boy was about to go down on his "baby" sitter. She was stretching loosely, sensually back on the bed, looking like one of those costume-movie ads except that she was totally naked. And he was crawling up between her open thighs, with his flaccid prick swinging around and bobbing loosely beneath his bowed body.
Now young Jordy Newton bent over the girl's trembling, softly pulsing belly and looked at her plushy pussy with a little smile. It was partially trembling, softly pulsing belly and looked at her plushy pussy with a little smile. It was partially open, the pink flowery cuntal lips parted moistly in a sweet invitation. And there, between their very tops, her irresistible clitty-finger was clearly visible, seeming to beckon.
He bent and kissed it. She grunted and writhed, hunching her dampening cunt up to his face.
Then, without any further preamble, he poked his tongue into her warm slippery pussy and sucked, seeking her thick, delicious cunt-juice.
Her hips jerked and undulated in voluptuous wriggles as his tongue plumbed the wet, secret recess nestled like a glistening pink oyster between her tensing thighs.
Against his nose, the pulsing little hard-on of her oversized clit throbbed in ardent response to the ardent rubbing of his face into her wet crack.
She lifted her legs. Then she smiled as her trembling, sweat-moist thighs clamped him. They engulfed his mouth, his face, his head. Now he was blind and deaf, drowning in fragrant woman-flesh with his tongue slicking around inside her wet hot fuck hole.
Beginning as a flicker in her vagina, lust permeated her entire body like fire. She groaned aloud and trembled, jerking her whole body. The twin white bubbles of her breasts rippled and jumped, rippling-jiggling like liquid mountains atop her restless, passion-fired body.
The kid licked on, feeling the raw, sticky folds of her pussy clasping and unclasping like a tight rubbery mouth around his slithering little tongue.
Since her thighs were up and she was just eminently available, the little boy slid a small hand up under the satiny curves of her ass. First caressing the rounded flesh and making it quiver, he then wiggled his other hand in under her to pull her open, like splitting a giant peach.
Now he prodded with one boyish finger. She groaned and shuddered as, inch by inch, it slithered up her asshole. His boy tongue continued its sluicing work in the slithery-slippery little hole of her woman pussy.
Next door, Blanche had lost a button off her skirt in her husband's anxiousness to get her naked. Now they both were, staring at the youngsters across the way. Their hands ran all over each other and their bodies trembled and jerked and grew hotter and hotter.
Her hand frigged slowly, her fist slightly loose so as not to pump him off, up and down his cock.
He had his hand doubled and bent back so that he could play around inside her slick and slimy pussy-gap with two fingers. Hot juice trickled out of her to stain the bed they sat on. They said nothing. They only watched, toying with each other's bodies.
Every supple, curved inch of the young girl next door responded to the boy's twin probings of her sex holes with shudders and a constant squirming.
She would never have believed that a finger up her asshole could be so nice! He had sort of tickled it in, rather than ramming it suddenly, which she was sure would have hurt her. That had given her time to relax those strong muscles, and so her anus had taken his finger, and then the rectal tube behind it, and now she had an assful of finger. And a cunt full of tongue! It was glorious. She felt like a queen on her throne.
She whined like an anxious bitch in heat.
He buried his finger up her ass, cramming it far into her melting inner flesh with all his lustful strength.
She sighed and moaned ecstatically. Her body jerked and trembled. Her fingers plucked and writhed as she mindlessly played with her own burning tits. Her fingers sank deep into the sexily soft, plastic pads of flesh.
She was sluicing sweat from every pore, dangling over the peak of a mountain of lust.
He began sucking the hot sticky juices out of the crimson cleft of her belly and she moved suddenly to throw her naked sweating legs over his youthful back, locking him between her thighs and starting to hump her body up and down.
Her movements mashed hot squishy cunt all over his young innocent face.
He wiggled his finger, entrapped in the tight-muscled softness of her asshole, and slickered his tongue over the hardened sliver of flesh poking out of her cunt's top.
Then, in a final flurry of furious pounding of his face with her pussy, she came.
Her gaping mouth poured out shrill soprano cries. Sweat flowed from her.
Her entire body writhing in the throes of mind-blowing orgasm, she felt, rather than allowed, her legs sagging away from his head.
The boy gasped for air. His face was covered with the clear liquid cum from her pulsing, oozing, contracting cunt. He smiled at her, and she smiled weakly back, pursing her lips in a long-distance kiss.
They lay still while she rubbed his head. She began writhing again, very slowly, on his finger. It was still buried way up in the shit-oozy warm-butter depths of her feverish asshole.
"I wish it were my prick!" he sighed.
"Is it hard again?"
"Um-hmm." It was throbbing against his lower belly.
Next door: "Good Lord," Blanche said, "look at that! That little fart's got a hard-on again!"
Duff shook his head. "Ah, youth! I wish I'd had some sexy piece like that to lay me when I was his age! What an Operation Head-start!"
She squeezed his cock and got one mountainous white breast squeezed in return. Well, they're through over there now, she thought. Jordy licked her pussy till she came. Nothing to watch, now.
So Blanche twisted around and began letting her tongue slid around over Duff's balls, up and down his cockshaft, and over the pusing, so-soft crown of that beloved weapon.
Sharon was asking: "It ... it isn't a lot bigger than your finger, is it?"
"Uh, not much," Jordy said. Actually his cock, when erect, was about twice as thick as his best finger. And longer, too.
"And-and you've already widened me, there, with your finger...."
He wiggled that entrenched finger. Suddenly he was going all hot with excitement. His cock lurched in little spasms of anticipation.
"If ... if you put it in there, where ... where your finger is, I'd ... still be a virgin, wouldn't I?"
"Sure," he said, nodding. "A virgin's a girl with a closed-up pussy."
"Your language is awful," she said, but he noticed the word made her shudder. "Take ... take your finger out ... please, Jordy...."
He wormed it out of her, slowly, feeling her muscles start helping him, shitting his hand out of her ass.
Then, with a beautiful tautening and rippling of her firm-fleshed young body, the girl turned over. Now he was gazing delightedly down at the bulging mounds of her naked, not-quite eighteen-year-old butt. It was white and very lovely, two firm-looking, slightly oval pads with a tight pink crease splitting them into two little mountain ridges.
She wiggled and sighed. "Be-be careful." She wiggled again, and this time her voice came from the throat, full of excitement. "Put it in!"
He placed a hand on one asscheek. "My finger?"
"No! Your little cock."
The cock in question lurched violently at the very thought of getting to go up inside her hot humid body.
"Be careful, will you?" she pleaded. "And ... slow, sort of?" She wiggled her ass. "But hurry!"
He hurried too much, and he hurt her, and they had to start again.
It it were wetter, he thought, bending forward and peeling open her sexy asscheeks.
Then Duff McConnell was treated to the sight of seeing the boy lick the girl's little asshole. His thick phallic shank bounded wildly and Blanche made a spluttering noise as it rammed its swollen knob into her throat. She backed off a little, but continued mouthing his dork. She didn't know she was missing such an exciting scene.
Now the girl's tiny little rosebud asshole, slightly puckered, was all wet with Jordy's spit, and he had added more to his hand and wiped it off on the head of his anxious, almost agonized penis. He went at her with it again, this time holding her cheeks apart and slipping his prick slowly between them. Just as slowly, he nuzzled the bulbous head, tipping his hard masculine length up against her spit-wet, puckered little anus.
He pushed.
The swollen crown began to dig in, and she grunted as her asshole flowered and began spreading around it.
Gripping her tightly, he leaned into her. His prick began to penetrate her backhole, disappearing slowly into her pursed, hot little hole. He shuddered, feeling the heat of a tight ring of flesh close around the knob.
She tried to relax, bracing herself with her palms against the bed. She drew her legs slowly up under her, getting more and more onto her knees with her beautiful butt higher and higher into the air. Inner muscles tried to fight him, lost, and gave way. His prick came in.
My God, Duff thought, straining forward and staring. That little sonofabitch's fucking her in the ass!
"Blanche," he murmured, tugging at her chin. "I hate for you to stop, but-get up and look!"
Blanche wiggled her naked body around and up, her naked tits flopping like great pillows before her. What she saw made her eyes start half out of her head. She and Duff were a sexy couple, and they had plenty of it, and they tried different positions and things, too. But-she'd never felt a fat pushy cock cruising up her ass!
The little tunnel of her back tightened up hard, just at the thought.
But Sharon's, meanwhile, was loosening. Jordy's big throbbing prod began nosing into the hot hole between the straining pads of her buttocks. It slithered in arid in, and in some more. He could feel the pressure all around his pulsing masculine wand lessening, steadily, as the girl applied mind over matter and concentrated on relaxing her anal sphincter. He smiled, very happy and extremely excited so his handsome, slick tool vanishing completely into the fiery hole between her naked asscheeks.
Conquering her natural tension at something coming into a hole designed for things going the other way, out, she kept herself obediently flaccid inside.
She wiggled gratefully, feeling his hands hicely stroking her flanks. He was such a beautiful young boy! It was such a beautiful little boy cock, and now, for the first time in her life, she had one right inside her body. She was glad it was his.
She couldn't help thrilling to the hugely engorged feel of him up inside her, filling her asshole and stretching every inner surface of the sexy haven up her rectum.
Now he was staring down at the unbelievable: his lightly-furred groin was pressed right up against her buttocks, and it was pressed so tightly that the pretty cheeks were slightly flattened.
He had every last inch of his engorged cock up her ass!
It was terribly exciting to the watching couple, too, and reaching back under her to pull Duff's big hard tool into position, Blanche began squatting backward. With a little slurping noise, his wonderful cock slid easily through the soft lips of her vulva and all the way up into her pussy. He sat on the edge of the bed and she sat on his legs. That way both of them could continue watching the free and incredible show next door, and he could reach around her to play with the huge pendulous bubbles of her bosom.
Now Jordy was humping the up-thrust butt of the kneeling girl, reaming her moistening asshole with hot, wet, rapid boy cock strokes while his groin smacked against her asscheeks as if he were spanking and fucking her butt at the same time.
"God," Duff grunted. His fingers sank into soft tit. "Jiggle, baby!"
She found the floor with her feet, pushed herself up, and dropped back down with an impact that flattened her butt all over his thighs.
"How's that, honey?"
"Just keep it up! Jiggle, baby-God, look at that little mother fuck that ass!"
"Really turns you on, huh?" Blanche asked, riding up and down on his long thick bone, getting all of it up into her flowing pussy-passage.
"God," he said, twisting her breasts until it hurt, "you know it!"
"Well, don't get any ideas!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean," Blanche said, "THIS darling prong feels great right where it is, but I'm damned if I'll take it up the back!"
"Why? Look at them! I've read about it, too. People do it, honey-ah! Yeah, wiggle a little forward like that when you pull up. Oh, that's good. Fuck me, baby!"
"I am looking at them, honey. And sure, his whang's going in and out of her ass like it was a whore's cunt! But-your dick's too big, sweetheart, and my poor butthole's way too small."
"I'll bet you could take it right now," he said, gripping her hips to aid her up-and-down bouncing on his prick. "You're sweaty in the crack ... and Junior's all wet from your snatch!" They had called his cock "Junior" ever since before they were married, when he used to dick her just like this, with her sitting backward on him, in the old car he had then.
"Du-uffff...." she said, warningly, on a rising note.
They watched the younger couple. Now Sharon was arching her back, her sexy little cocksucker's mouth hanging open as she moaned in passion. She was rotating her hips while he pumped it in and out of her lively-working bottom. Her long dangling tits swung and circled wildly beneath her while he sawed into the bouncing, gyrating ass and its hot tight valley.
"I love it, I LOVE it!" Sharon squealed.
"Fuck me, Jordy, sock it to me, darling, fuck my ass! Oh, baby, oh-ah, ah, ah, can you feel that when I squeeze all around you?"
"Uh," he grunted, "yes!"
He hunched hard, jerking his butt in so that she could feel his meaty, swinging nuts as their tight sack slapped the tender flesh right under the hot moist hole he screwed into her. The hard spit of his cock worked like a piston between the luscious hillocks of her rump.
Neither of them heard the scream from next door. It was a good thing the other house was eight or more feet away and the windows of both bedrooms were closed!
What Duff had said was true. His wife's large ass was all wet with sweat that ran down into the crack and on down to mat his pubic hair. And his engorged, flailing cock was dripping wet from the wildly juicing, lust-dilated cunt that rode him. Too, she was leaning a little forward every time she lifted herself up the shaft, before running her pussy-tunnel back down its broad length.
And his hands were on her hips, way out at the sides, with his fingers half under and pressing into her bouncing, slapping, fleshy buttocks.
It was a simple matter to use her own jogging motions to boost her just a little farther up and off. His cock slopped out of her with a plopping wet noise and jerked into its naturally erect position, pointing straight up his belly.
That way, when she came back down, his slippery cock ran straight up the sweat-slick hole of her ass.
She let out a frightened yell of pain that made the window shiver.
But he held her there firmly, sitting all the way down on his thighs with her asshole suddenly full of hot, hard cock. Although she was over ten years older than Sharon, it was the first time Blanche had been dicked in the back, too.
Even though everything was well lubricated and their position was perfect, it hurt. It also scared and surprised her.
She sat there squirming, trying to be still, feeling the pain in her bowels become a steady throb that was echoed by his prick, pulsing away way up her warm, dark, hungry-and virginal-asshole.
She was becoming accustomed to it, rapidly. The pain eased off. Lust boiled inside her. She couldn't help it. She had to make a test. She had to make herself move, actually feel that flagpole slide up and down in her. That little bitch over next door was taking it, and Blanche suddenly felt competitive.
She had to show her man that she could take it, top!
She started moving. Up. Down. Duff's slippery tool quivered with excitement and rode in and out of the tightest hole it had ever been in.
Christ, he thought, if my cock were a dog it would lick my hand for the treat it's getting! And to think-it took a couple of kids to show us something new, a new way to make it together!
Both women seemed going out of their minds, sighing and gasping and grunting, jogging their bodies delightedly so as to screw themselves deep up their backholes. Jordy's healthy boy balls were getting tighter and tighter, and wetter and wetter as they bounced off the kneeling woman's soft vaginal lips.
Aware of that constant pressure there, Sharon found a way to support her kneeling body on one forearm while she reached back under herself to rake her fingers over her clit.
That was all it took.
"YE-e-e-e-eeoooooo-o-o, oh-h, oh...."
She was cumming like a hurricane before him, and the contractions of her juicing, flowing, releasing cunt were mirrored up inside her bowels. Her juice-filled asshole grabbed its young fucker ever harder and tighter than before.
Jordy's balls gave up their juice. As her young lover shot her butt full of cum, Sharon had no idea that, not only were they being watched, but that right next door another virginal rectal passage was also getting its first salvo of spermy enema!
CHAPTER FOUR
Blanche McConnell was very excited the next day.
She had had a glorious cum, too, reaching down to bring herself off while Duff started spurting up her butt. (Which was loose as a goose today.) That had relaxed her, and she and Duff had fallen into the sack the minute they saw that Jordy was leaving Sharon's bedroom.
But Blanche was excited just the same.
She couldn't help thinking about that young fuck stuff next door.
Imagine, that little boy having a big pecker like that, and spurting off twice in such a short time! The power and virility of youth!
She fondled herself, watching him playing in the back yard. He and his twin sister Kitty-that titsy piece, Blanche thought, I gotta watch her around my Duff!-were playing cowboys, or snipers, or some such, and the way that fourteen-year-old girl's over-blown jugs jumped and swung and danced all over the place inside her shirt made Blanche half sick.
She's going to have tits just like mine, she thought.
And, boy, does she know she's got 'em ... some day she'll find out what a drag big over-ripe milkwagons are!
But it wasn't Kitty she watched, mostly. It was Jordy.
She turned away, squeezing her eyes shut and ordering herself to forget it. But damn it, damn it, she was so damned excited!
She couldn't remember when she'd been so horny.
She was out front, wearing red shorts and white poorboy blouse-shirt, when she looked up at the sound of a car. It was Sharon's boy friend. She started to straighten up, then felt wicked and stayed right there, on her knees. That way he had a fantastic and dazzling and ball-tightening view of Grand Canyon, right down the front of her blouse.
"Hi," she said and smiled, when he was right opposite her on the sidewalk next door.
He pretended he hadn't been looking into the deep dark valley between her heroic knockers. "Oh-hi," he said, pausing.
She straightened up-just a little. She didn't want to rob him of all the view. She'd never felt so damned horny in her life.
"The Newtons aren't there," she said. "Can I help you?"
He smiled. "No, I'm Carl Davis. I came to see Sharon, not the Newtons."
"Oh, sure, you must be the guy I saw last night." She laughed. "Don't push her too hard. She's pretty young."
He smiled, looking uncomfortable.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Blanche McConnell." She swept a hand back behind her, at the house, and one big milk-jug tried to force its way up out of the scooped neck of her blouse. "I live here."
"Oh, Hello, Mrs. McConnell."
"Good grief, call me Blanche. Listen, I've got bad news for you. Sharon left with two of the kids, Jordy and Alice, about twenty minutes ago."
"Oh. Know where they were going?"
She shrugged, bounce-bounce. "Uh-uh. No idea. I just happened to see them." She checked her watch. "Probably be home pretty soon, though." She rocked back on her heels and stretched. "Wow! I'm starting to get a stiff back-hey, if you're going to wait for her a little, why don't you come in and have a lemonade with me. Or better still, a cold beer."
"Well, I-" Whow he thought, she wants to put the make on me, sure as hell! And I've been wishing Sharon were more ... sexily inclined, too! I'm glad she's not as blatant about it as this woman, though!
Meanwhile, he had got all hot and bothered last night, with the usual no-relief signs from Sharon; she tensed up and started playing "Keep-away" when his hands went after the hem of her skirt. He had a load up to here, waiting to be fired off. Somewhere.
"Ah, come on in," Blanche said, standing up.
She wasn't big, she was just round, all over, with a very fleshy ass and almost enormous tits and large round thighs and a soft-looking belly that made her look like a soft, cushiony launching-pad for a guided muscle. He felt his cock wiggle in his pants-and damned if the sexy woman didn't let her blue eyes drop to his fly.
With a last glance at the Newton house, he crossed half the Newton yard, then half the McConnell lawn, and followed a pair of red-shorted, well-padded, sexily wagging buttocks up the three steps and into the McConnell house.
"Come on back," she said, walking through the house. The drapes and blinds were pulled and it was dim and reasonably cool. "I'll bet you'd rather have that beer than the lemonade, huh?" she threw back over her shoulder.
He almost missed what she said. His eyes were on her hard-working ass. Looked like she had a couple of cantaloupes in there, and they were mad at each other. They kept slapping together, then jumping apart.
Suddenly, at the doorway into the little kitchen, she swung around. She grinned at him.
"Caught you, didn't I?"
"Hm? What?" He tried to look sweet and innocent. It wasn't easy. There was nothing he could do about the fact that she'd caught him with his eyes glued to her wagging butt. There was also nothing he could do to get rid of the big dick bulge in his pants. Not right now, anyhow.
She let her eyes roll across it before swinging them back up to his face.
"You-uh, want that beer, Carl Davis?"
He shrugged. "I'll bet those shorts are hot."
"Yeah," she said quietly. "They sure are. It's a shame you have to wear anything at all in the summer, you know? I do without everything I can. No bra today, no pants. Just blouse and shorts. And you're right. I'm still hot."
"You want to take them off?" he asked. "Or do you want me to?"
"Hey, stranger, you come on strong!"
"Don't be silly," he said, walking on into the kitchen. "I've got a printed invitation."
Knowing that any big-breasted woman expected the first touch to be there, he deliberately slid his hands over onto the shelves of her hips. Looking a little surprised, she drifted easily against him.
"I guess you have," she said and breathed, and put her face up to be kissed.
Using both hands on her hips to mash her crotch and belly against his, he kissed her. She put up a pretty good imitation of a woman so cuck hungry she was trying to eat his tongue. Their kiss got steadily hotter, and deeper, and both their mouths and their bodies moved.
Pulling back a little, she slipped her hands between them and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"You've got more clothes on," she murmured, her eyes bright on his. "Better give you a head start."
With his shirt unbuttoned, she slipped her hands inside to let them run warmly over his chest. Then she came against him again, bending her neck to press her lips over his stubby little nipples. Then, slicking her tongue over one, she chewed it softly.
By the time she raised her head, he had her shorts open and both hands on the warm jutting cheeks of her butt. Putting her hands behind her to press them against his, mashing his palms into the well-spaced jut of her butt-globes. That movement thrust her breasts out so that the thickened nipples surged against the lightweight knit fabric of her blouse, little more than a T-shirt with a scooped neck.
She rammed all of that spectacularly abundant chest she could into him, crushing her massy titties against his chest.
"Tell me," she said, tight-lipped.
"What?"
"Tell me," she said, jiggling. "I've heard it before."
"You're built like a brick shithouse."
She smiled. Her hands clamped his hands to her butt while her moving shoulders chafed his chest with cloth-covered tits the size of a smaller woman's buttocks.
"That's it," she chuckled.
"Lady, get naked," he told her.
She let go his hands, squirmed back against his until he removed them from her buttocks, and stepped back a pace. She nodded.
"Right. But don't call me 'lady.' " She started pushing at the tight red shorts. "Mister, get naked."
He unbuckled his belt and ran down his zipper. "Right. But don't call me 'Mister.' "
They laughed together. Then she said, "I hope to hell you're not a gentleman, either!"
Only when I have to be, he thought, stripping and watching her bulging pussy emerge as she ran down her shorts. Being a gentleman isn't the natural state of mankind!
He enjoyed watching her pull the blouse up, enjoyed watching the way the tight fabric caught on the big pale balls of her breasts, pulling them up and up, stretching them as the cloth stretched, the nipples hung in it and threatening to rip it in two places.
Then it let go, and her big breasts bobbed and jumped wildly up and down while she pulled the skimpy blouse on up and over her head. He was to her before she'd discarded it, grasping her well-padded titties in both hands and moving his fingers over them in repeated little pressures that made her gasp and moan, low in her throat.
She backed slowly, with his hands on her overripe, unprotected dangling tits. He moved with her. Both of them were naked now, their clothing scattered on the kitchen floor. To an outsider, he might have looked a little funny, wearing his shoes and socks. But he didn't feel funny, and he sure didn't look that way to Blanche McConnell. All she wanted was what he was packing between his legs, and what she wanted was to have it packed in between hers.
"Uh!" She had rammed her naked butt up against the little countertop beside the sink, and it was cool against her cheeks, warmed by first her shorts and then his hands.
"You trying to get away?" he asked. He had grasped both her hot, full tit-balls in his hands and shoved them up high on her chest, crushing them up toward her face.
She grinned lazily at him, "Nuh-uh," she grunted, shaking her head. "No, sir!"
He whipped his hands back from her big jiggly jugs and watched them drop, bouncing, flowing springily back into shape. She groaned a little, having enough weight in those big teasers to feel it when they were let drop that way.
Then he surprised her by clapping both hands to her hips and lifting her. Her eyes flared as she went up off the floor. Her body rubbed up along his, and she felt a lot of fiery hot, rock-hard, powerful cock rub along her. Then he was setting her onto the counter beside the sink.
She looked down and grinned. They just fit. She opened her legs to let him come all the way in between them. His long column of male meat was so flushed with its turgid excitement that it was nearly red, and it stood right between their crotches, like a barrier separating her slightly-open lovelips from his groin.
Lifting her head, she smiled.
"How clever," she said. "This is the coolest room of the house! But-are you sure you want to stand up?"
"I need the exercise."
"Ha! I need the reaming." Her hand closed around his cock and one foot climbed his leg, hoisting her left buttock up off the countertop and lifting her cunt's flushed flesh along with it.
"Well," he said, bending his knees slightly, "let's both get-what we ... need!"
"Uh!" For as he said the final word, he straightened with a jerk, and his prick ran straight up into her wet quiff.
The knob of his red meat crushed up and in between the soft, angrily-pink folds of her yearning slit and he shoved it on in with a jerk of his hips.
"Ah! Ummm-yes!" she gasped.
With a look of concentration, she made her cuntal core suck at the rich bounty of his cock with a rippling, clutching, tugging motion and strength that pulled his pecker all the way in, deep into her slippery vagina.
Holding his slick thick tool way up in her twat that way, he bent his head to her breasts. As his mouth came down on them, she held them up with both hands, pressing them together and pushing them up to his face. She also wiggled a little, to make his throbbing cockhead bat about in the depths of her juicy cunt, firm and hot and damp.
She jerked her shoulders so that her standing knockers thrust themselves hard against his face. He licked, and each touch of his wet warm tongue was a little tongue of flame that made her tits seem tight and even heavier.
She closed her eyes, feeling her hot tits develop a new heaviness that seemed to strain them out to gigantic dimensions. He licked and licked, running his tongue all over their soft upper surfaces, and all the while his darling hot poker lingered far up in her clutching girl-hole.
She twisted and writhed and squirmed when his lips came to one tensing nipple. She was suddenly grasping his head, screwing her nipple into his mouth and trying to smother him in the delicious fullness and ripeness of her steamy hot bosom.
Holding her nipple in his mouth, he pulled his prick half out of her by hunching his ass backward, then snapped his hips forward with a lurch.
"G-a-a-aaaaa! Oh, yes-mh, uh, ah, unnnngh!" she gasped, straining to make her cunt like a virgin's, clamping down on his welcome rammer.
"The other one," she whimpered, urging her tits to him, enfolding his face to their snowy masses. "The other one-it needs some attention too!"
He swung his head over and sucked her other nipple until it asserted itself like a hot rubbery bud that yearned and swelled outward to plug up his mouth.
Meanwhile, with his body slightly bent and his ass poked out to snap in and out, he plugged up her pussy with the hard spit of his cock.
The constant ramming of that turgid, slick pulsating tool into her wet lower cuntal mouth was a delight that had her hunching frenetically, lusting for more and more sucking and more and more fucking, heaving with her hips in tumultuous excitement.
Slapping her hands onto the countertop behind her, she swung her legs up to rest her calves on the muscular shelf of his jerking buttocks. That way she could use her hands to shove herself forward, making sure she had all his big prick all the way in her greedily sucking hole, as well as tug him into her by tightening her legs behind him.
Now and again her squirming asscheeks would make a little squeegy noise on the countertop, but soon she was sliding on it in her own sweat. Her gleaming hips rose and fell in a rocking-chair motion, so that she was fucking him with as much movement as he was balling her. She loved it. Her body was so free to move, this way!
She screwed herself almost savagely on him, grinning and panting. Her breast-bulges jerked and swung, but he held them fast with both hands and continued sucking strongly at her nipple. That suction made such hot tendrils of flaming lust jab through-her that she felt she was going to cum without having her clitoris touched at all.
Her hunching hips met every one of his strong, punching thrusts. His ass snapped forward to shoot his long hot probe up her with insane grinding surges.
Her eyes glazing with animal sensuality, she writhed before the driving force of his body.
"I-I-I'm cu-cum-mm-i-i-innng-guh, uh, ahhhh!"
She did, pouring out more warm liquid balm all around the slick cock tooling her so beautifully. She now knew that she could cum from having her tits sucked-and sucked and sucked-no matter whether she got any clitoral stimulation or not. She wiggled delightedly, happy with her surging climax and her new knowledge.
Last night she and Duff had learned something, something new, just by watching those two teenagers next door. And today she had learned something else, another new something, with this man she had known like six minutes before they got down to it. There was a lot to be said for that, she thought, still jiggling and hunching as he worked himself up toward his own orgasm inside her contracting cunt. No complications.
People ought to just try a casual fuck every now and then, she mused, bumping and grinding with a pussy delightfully full of hard maleness. God only knows what new things we might learn-about ourselves!
His foaming tool pistoned in and into her plump firm pussy-bulge and the slippery-wet hole deep inside, and their sweat mingled to plaster together their crotch-hairs while his every nerve-ending came alive and started screaming at him: Cum! Cum! Cum!
Then he was groaning loudly and shivers ran up and down his spine. His balls tried to force their way up into his belly. They started shooting their hot juices up along the throbbing, pistoning pipeline of his cock and it jetted into her in a rapture of spending.
Hot sticky milk shot up into the widened, juicy channel of her pussy, bathing every inner surface in sperm, spewing and spasming and ramming out hot gushes of thick liquid until he had emptied his whole bulging load into her.
They were two people who did not know each other, who had had a need and who had realized it with each other. And, very swiftly, they each realized that the other was grateful. Hot for Sharon, trying to know whether he loved her or not, he had been carrying around a painful load. And though he didn't know it, her own need had been affected by that same girl, who still carried the strong shield of virginity around between her warm sinewy thighs!
It seemed ridiculous, when they each thanked the other, and then they were grinning and getting their clothes back on.
Blanche had used a tea-towel, giggling at the weirdness of that, to mop herself out a little. Otherwise she was not worried; she'd get a shower after supper, and meanwhile she was on the pill.
First using the same towel, Carl Davis dressed. They stood there a moment in the kitchen, which had gotten nowhere as cool as it had been. They gazed awkwardly at each other. Then, as if someone had given a signal, they both had the same thought.
The two strangers moved together, kissed, patted each other, and both of them said "thank you" again. Then Carl left.
Trying not to feel guilty, he was strutting a little when he went next door to resume his interrupted visit to the Newton house. He knocked at the door.
Kitty answered, and she started wiggling and grinning like a milk-hungry cat the moment she saw Carl standing there. She, too, wore shorts, shorts that she must have outgrown a couple of summers before. They were so tight that there was a definite dimple where their center seam rode up between her soft, tight little pussy lips.
Her strong young breasts, which would have been big even on Sharon who was taller, thrust out her yellow blouse.
"She took them to a typically stupid Walt Disney movie, Car-l-l," she said, practically singing his name and wiggling back. "Won't you come in?"
"Um-no, thanks. How come you didn't go to the movie, Kitty?"
"Walt Disney trash? Me?" She sucked up a deep breath that threw her tits hard enough against her blouse to tug a half-inch of its tail up out of her shorts. "That's bad time kidstuff! I'm way too big for that ... surely you can see that, can't you, Carl?"
"Oh, sure," he said, realizing that this was the second female who was working on him. Good thing I was such an easy mark for that doll next door, he thought, or I'd give in for sure and wind up balling this underage Cleopatra!
Hmm ... hadn't he read somewhere that Cleopatra was in her early teens when an aging J. Caesar dropped over to Egypt and knocked her up higher than the Great Pyramid?
"I'd say they won't be back for-" The girl paused, lifting her arm to consult her watch. She made sure her upper arm was clamped against her breast to make it bulge even more than Nature had seen to. "-for, oh, another half-hour." She grinned wickedly at him. "Plenty of time, Carl!"
"Oh, yeah," he said, "plenty of time." Wondering just how far this teen temptress would go with her prick-teasing, he asked, "Plenty of time for what, kitten?"
Her eyes sparkled. "To make this kitten purr. I'm getting to be practically an old maid! What this kitten needs is a good balling!"
"Good Lord!" He shook his head. "Kitty, you're impossible!"
She put her cute head on one side and wiggled her hip, tightly molded in the yellow short-shorts. "Impossible! Ha! You kidding? Listen, handsome, I'm the only possibility there is around here! Certainly not Miss Tightpants Sharon!"
He tightened his mouth. "Kitty, you just clam it up and I won't tell her you said that. Now go play with your dolly." He turned and walked out.
He was halfway down the sidewalk to his car when she appeared in the doorway, flushed, her big jugs joggling under her blouse.
"Ha! Yaya-I'll bet you can't even get it up anyhow!"
Next door, Blanche McConnell jerked her head up when she heard the words. Then she started laughing.
She was still chuckling, preparing supper, when Duff came home and wanted to know what the hell was so funny. She didn't quite tell him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Duff and Blanche McConnell had a pretty weird conversation that night, and it got them so worked up that they got involved in a mutual sucking session on the living room floor, and went to sleep there. By the time they awoke it was past two in the morning, and all the lights were off next door.
They got into bed wondering what they'd missed.
Next morning at breakfast they raised the same wild subject, and suddenly they both knew that they were really going to do it. With shining eyes like kids, they solemnly shook hands on it. Then Duff went off to work, and both of them were in a state of extreme excitement all day.
Carl Davis, meanwhile, decided that he and Sharon had to have a damned serious talk. Unfortunately this was the night he'd have to work late, he and George the manager, because it was inventory time.
If I get away from here before midnight, Carl told himself, I'll go over there anyhow!
So, thinking of Sharon and with sexy titsy thoughts of both Kitty and Blanche jumping in and out of his head, he went out for sandwiches with George and returned to start inventorying their electronic equipment.
Sharon had managed to convince her young lover that they shouldn't be doing what they were doing. She thought she'd thrown a scare into him, but to avoid a repeat of what they both loved but what she knew was wrong, she stayed downstairs. Jordy and Kitty and Alice had been put to bed. Sharon was determined to watch television until it went off the air. She worked very hard to concentrate on what she was watching, absolutely determined to put that darling boy and his darling cock out of her mind.
The knuckles hit the front door at a little after ten. Sharon was surprised, when she opened it, to find the next-door neighbors standing there grinning at her.
Blonde Blanche McConnell wore a plain, sleeveless white blouse with, obviously, nothing under it but a lot of bare bosom, and a blue demin wrap-around skirt, short. Her husband had on striped pants and a V-necked white T-shirt. Sharon saw that his chest was well carpeted with curly red hair.
Both of them grinned at her.
"Hi, Sharon. You receiving?"
"Uh-oh, sure, come in, Mister and Miz McConnell."
Blanche laughed as they came in. "Puh-lease! I'm Blanche. And this's Duff."
"Oh, okay." Sharon closed the door after them, wondering: What in hell...?
"Oh yeah, Duff, it's a nice soft carpet, and it's under-padded, too," Blanche said. She was scrubbing her bare feet around on the rug, grinning very broadly. She glanced at Sharon. "Kids in bed?"
"Wow," Sharon said, "they've been up there over an hour. I should hope they're asleep!"
"Hm!" Blanche still wore a smile and her brows were up giving her a sparkling, young look of friendliness. "You don't think Jordy might still be awake?"
"Why-no, I doubt it. I hope not. You didn't come over here to see Jordy about something, did you? At this time of the night?"
Both McConnells laughed, and Blanche fluttered her hands, still smiling brightly at Sharon. "No, no. We just wondered if maybe he was waiting up there for you to come to bed. You know, so you could suck each other off and he could fuck your ass like last night."
Sharon sat down on the end of the couch, very suddenly. Her heart pounded and sounded to her like a police snooper helicopter about thirty feet overhead. She was suddenly very warm. And she trembled. She stared at them. Both of them continued to grin at her.
"What d'you think the Newtons and your folks would think about that wild scene you pulled off in your bedroom last night, Sharon honey?" Duff asked. "Bet they'd be pissed off, huh?"
"Oh, my God!"
Blanche wagged a finger at her like a chastising schoolteacher.
"Naughty girls," she said, "who suck off fourteen-year-old boys and get themselves sucked, and then buggered by them, sure shouldn't leave their bedroom shades up!"
"Especially not when they've got big-eyed neighbors," Duff said, smiling.
Sharon's eyes started leaking tears. She trembled like an awning in a high wind. "Oh ... oh, oh! What-what are you going to do?"
"Glad you asked!" Blanche said and smiled, unbuttoning her blouse.
"Yeah," Duff said. "We really enjoyed watching you two, see, and we've been thinking about what a groove it'd be to be watched. So-we want you to watch us while we make it!" He unbuckled his belt.
"R-right here?!?"
They both nodded. "Uh-huh."
Blanche's big overblown jugs burst eagerly free of the blouse's confinement and jiggled happily, thrusting their little red noses out like delighted white puppies.
Duff's pants plummeted. His livid, engorged cock bobbed out. It looked about three times bigger than Jordy's, to the horrified girl who cringed on the couch. Her eyes were huge. Tears shimmered on her quivering cheeks. Her hands plucked nervously at each other.
"N-no, no! No! You can't DO this!"
As if by common agreement, they both put their heads teasingly, mockingly on one side. "Oh?" Blanche said. "You'd rattier we took over to protect the kids, and called your parents to come and get your sexy kid cock-loving ass out of this house?"
"And told Jim and Nell Newton when they get home?" Duff added.
Sharon collapsed into a wet puddle. She felt about two feet high. Maybe two inches. She had never been so scared and full or horror in her life.
"That's ... you ... that's blackmail!"
They looked at each other. "Oooh, what she said!" Blanche said. "What a nasty word!"
Duff wagged his head. "That was nasty, Sharon. Really nasty. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
Sharon began to cry.
The grinning pair merely stood there and waited for her to wind down. After a while, both of them finished stripping. They glanced around to make sure the living room drapes were drawn. Blanche, jiggling nakedly as she moved, turned off the overhead light and put on the little lamp by the television set.
At last they got tired of waiting, and both of them went over to stand directly before the girl who sat on the couch, bent slightly forward with her head in her hands, while she sobbed and her shoulders shook.
"Sharon." Duff's voice was very firm. "Stop that childish nonsense and look up her. Now!"
Sharon did. Her tear-filled eyes bulged.
She found herself staring at two totally naked bodies, just inches away. Even as she looked, Blanche reached over to take hold of Duff's big cock. He cupped one hand under one of her big pendulous jugs and slapped it lightly up and down.
"Watch," Blanche said. Sharon watched.
She watched while they each turned so that they presented her with a side view of their naked bodies. She couldn't keep her gaze off the red-headed man's enormous prong. It bobbed and pulsed before him with his every breath.
Facing him, his blonde-cunted wife's tits stuck out nearly as far as his cock.
She smiled at him, smiled at Sharon, and slipped down to her knees, facing her man. Now her smile was directed at his cock.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked, twisting her head to Sharon while she fondled Duff's hairy balls and the broad base of his cock's shank. "Don't you just love sucking cock, Sharon? Hmmmmm?"
"Shut up," he said, "and get some skin around it, woman!"
"Yes, sir!"
It's too big, Sharon thought....
Then she gasped, watching as Blanche opened her mouth so that it formed a big sexy O. She leaned forward, holding the big thick red prick steady before her face with one hand.
Then she sent her mouth juicing down the fat stem of his prick, halfway down, and then pulled it up, her lips bulging around it like a slightly purple, hairless cunt.
Sharon stared. The big chunk of virile masculine meat was now glistening with spit.
Blanche slid her face down again. Her hands toyed and tugged at his hairy nuts and made the loose-looking bag wobble. He sighed and smiled down at her, rolling his eyes sidewise to make sure Sharon was watching.
She was.
She was horrified, and shaking, but she couldn't help the fact that her vulva was itching and her inner vagina was exuding oily fluid.
The kneeling woman ran her head up and down the big bulgy tool. Her clinging mouth and writhing lips worked sweet torment on his prong and his bulging balls.
He shuddered and hunched, tightening up his asscheeks.
His cock fucked into her head. Sharon stared.
She saw the blonde's sucking cheeks as they hollowed around the thick long shaft protruding from between them.
It was the most obscene sight Sharon had ever seen. And ... it was the absolutely most exciting, sexiest thing she had ever seen!
The other woman's fingers were plying tight nuts, squeezing them gently, trying to coax them to give up their load. She moaned and sucked.
Suddenly Duff's hand moved over and his fingers lipped into her blonde hair. "You'd better ease off. Stop."
"Ummm-so good," Blanche murmured excitedly, and Sharon was treated to a weird sight: the woman with the wide-open mouth trying to get it back on that big throbbing spit-slick cock, while he held her at bay with one hand, actually preventing her from sucking his meat.
Slowly, both of them turned their lust-tense faces toward Sharon. She shrank back a little, against the back of the couch.
Then Duff turned toward her. His big saliva-shining prickhead stared at her with its single little slitted eye. She stared back, weakly. She wasn't even aware that her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips.
She jumped when Blanche's hand came down on her knee.
"Kiss it," the kneeling blonde urged. "Try it-you'll like it!"
"He-he's your husband! No, NO!"
Wrapping his hand around the base of the hot shaft of hard, swollen flesh, Duff shook it at her. With the action, part of the rumpled foreskin slipped up over the lower portion of the bright pink, almost purple head. It was not so dark as a plum, but to Sharon's eyes it looked just as big.
"Have a taste," he said, urging her to suck his big juicy cock.
Blanche jumped up. With her large naked tits dancing furiously before her, she hurried around behind the couch. Suddenly she was pushing at Sharon's shoulders from behind. At that same moment a hot spasm of lust had jerked through the girl's lower belly and she had again licked her lips.
Now, horrified but helplessly wanting to do it, she allowed herself to "be thrust forward until her face approached the man-sized hard-on.
Then he grunted. Her sweet little tongue was a warm wet pressure against the silken-skinned tip of his prick. Slowly her lips widened. Slowly her head came forward. He watched the soft pink lips spread around the head of his tool.
Then his cock didn't have a head. It was gone, out of sight in the girl's face. The rhubarb stalk was like a bridge that lewdly connected his red-haired crotch with her lovely young face.
She lost any semblance of control. Her tongue enwrapped the thick male organ and she shivered at the power and barely-flexible strength of it inside her head. She started eating cock with wet slurpy sounds.
The thick spermy flesh pushed farther and farther into her face and she took it, licking and sucking away with a rising fervor that made Blanche and Duff grin at each other, knowing that the girl had lost her shock, lost her control, and knowing that she was an enthusiastic cock-lover as well as an accomplished cocksucker.
She felt Blanche's hands slipping down off her shoulders and down the front of her blouse, and she whimpered. But, with a mouthful of strong lovely hardened male flesh, Sharon was unable to do anything about it, other than whimper a little. Certainly Duff and Blanche paid no attention to that. Whimpering was one of the sounds of sensuality.
Blanche unbuttoned the girl's blouse. Shivering, Sharon moved her head gently up and down, several times, sucking and licking and sucking his delicious cock.
I wanted this sexy little piece's sweet cocksucking mouth wrapped around my meat, Duff thought, staring down at her with half-glazed eyes, but, man oh man! I sure didn't know it would be so easy! And making her do it is even better-especially when I know damned well she really wants to!
Now, with his prong nicely housed in the sweet wet shelter of her young, avid mouth, he watched the appearance of her pink-bra'd breasts and the hot-looking cleavage between the handsome globes of very firm, youthful flesh.
Peeling the girl's blouse aside to display her tits to Duff's hot gaze, Blanche grinned lasciviously up at him.
She had never thought she'd be doing something like this!
But how exciting it was, how sexy, to be helping her man to overwhelm this lovely young virgin who was totally unable to resist eating cock!
Duff reached down to place one big hand on each side of Sharon's face. Gripping her head, he held it there, pulling it slightly toward his groin's flaming thicket of hair. Then he arched his hips to fuck rapidly in and out of the moist shelter of her head several times in swift succession, listening with delight to the sloppy noises, like running a plunger in and out of a water-filled, stopped sink.
At the same time Sharon suffered herself to be relieved of her blouse. Blanche tossed it across the room to fall limply and forlornly to the floor.
"Uglglgl-l-lguk-" Sharon gurgled, shaking her head and trying to escape Duff's big gripping hands, for now Blanche was sliding her hands down the girl's forward-bent back. In an instant, her bra was unclasped and sagging loosly. Duff saw her breasts sink in their pink cups-but they sank mighty damned little!
The seventeen-year-old's thick, pink-tipped knockers looked like they had a permanent hard-on, Duff thought, smiling delightedly and resting his long column of lusty penis in her face.
Then he released her and pulled free. His prick jumped up and down in front of her after it slipped wetly out of her mouth.
She sat weakly on the couch, huddling and weeping softly. Blanche was peeling off her brassiere. Suddenly those white, warm, thrusting milkwagons jumped out free and naked and jiggled before her. Now she sat naked from the waist up.
"Pl-ple-e-e-ease don't d-doo this to me!"
"Oh, baby," Blanche said, pinching her nipples just a little, "we're not doing anything to you! We just want to see your pretty body again."
"Oh, no!"
"But we already have," Duff reminded her. "Remember? We saw you stark naked-while you and Jordy were playing your naughty sex-games."
"Now stand up," Blanche said.
With her head drooping, Sharon stood. She had been reminded. They had seen her. They could tell, and she'd be in so much trouble she couldn't even stand to think about it. She had to do what she was told.
And they told her to get out of her skirt and pants.
She did, writhing the skirt slowly down her legs and showing them that she wore a lovely black garter-belt and hose, the elastic straps pulled taut so that they nipped slightly into the snowy flesh of her thighs. Those white thighs looked even whiter, framed and creased by the jet-black garter-belt and its straps.
Over it she wore tight pink panties with laceedged legbands.
Trembling and whimpering, she tugged them down, and now she was completely exposed to his hot-eyed gaze, her tight-clenched thighs failing dismally to conceal the nicely-furred pussy bulge set so charmingly between the tops of her strong, lithe young thighs.
Every inch of her skin, he saw, was tight as the head of a drum.
She was at that perfect point in time, in the life of a woman, between baby-fat and the beginning sag of aging flesh. Right now she was all smooth and tight, everywhere.
Including in the pussy, Duff thought, and his bared prick bobbed high and shuddered down, as if doing a little joyful jump at the thought of the girl's pink-lipped, tightly-slit, hymen-sealed vaginal hole.
"Now, darling, just sit down, and watch," Blanche said.
"And keep your legs apart," Duff added.
Then Blanche went around to him. Her hand went out to wrap around his penis and give it a little tug. While Sharon watched, the big-bosomed blonde gave the long column of turgid flesh a few nice tugs, sliding the wrinkling foreskin back and then pulling it forward until it was stretched tight and then slipping it back again to bare the fat sleek crown.
Then Sharon saw something she had never expected to see, ever, anywhere.
The bosomy woman stretched out on the floor, on her back. Smiling up at her man, she stretched her legs wide and extended her arms upward. Slowly, her feet slithered up the rug, until her knees were high and her legs jackknifed, her bulging blonde-furred vulva lifted in sexy offering to him.
The first thing they wanted to do, and had agreed upon before coming over here, was to show Sharon how lovely plain old-fashioned Missionary-position fucking was.
With his big violently-erect prick bobbing wildly before him, Duff knelt between her uplifted legs. Sharon saw the woman's hand come down, then appear to pluck at the huge cock. She was holding her breath, without even knowing it.
Fitting the swollen head of his enormous prick neatly between the lips of her plump firm cunt-bulge, she patted it and sighed. The cuntal lips spread, automatically and very willingly, like an unfolding flower, all around the flaring helmet of taut-bulging cock flesh.
Then he made a strong lunge with his hips. The prostrate woman grunted and smiled a lecherous smile of delight as she felt the undeniable strength and power of unbending cock forcing its way into the tube-like entry hall of her delicate cuntal mouth.
Sharon expelled her pent-up breath in a long gasp as he fell forward and she knew that every fat inch of that big hard bludgeon was up his wife's straining snatch.
No, no, Sharon thought, not bludgeon! That-that's something you beat someone to death with!
"Oh, baby," Blanche was sighing. She wiggled her hips. "Your dick feels so damned good way up in my pussy like this! Ummmm, baby!"
Sharon saw him lift himself, getting his hands onto the big white bulges of Blanche's mountainous boobs. Red-haired fingers sank in, gripping the flaring hemispheres, with no thoughts of his strength or for the yielding tenderness of the pink-crested tits he held in his powerful male hands.
She moaned and her eyes rolled, her hips swaying beneath him, when his large hands squeezed the great titty-balls together, forming one great white mountain across her chest.
He also surged his hairy ass hard forward, grinding his vibrating cock into her, forcing her feverish cunt to grasp him tightly and lovingly while he prodded his dork into its soft buttery depths and tried to stick his slippery cock up her belly.
Constant grunts of rapturous delight flowed up out of the woman's open mouth while he ground his pecker around and around in her, fucking her hard with an up-and-down jerking of his ass while his hands ground her tits up and up until the huge bulbous bulges were actually touching her chin.
Grinning, he strained his chin over her tits and kissed her. She returned his kiss with such fervor that Sharon could hear the busy slurping noises of Blanche's tongue going in and out of his mouth in pace with his plunging cock and licking all over his lips.
Then he released her breasts and planted his palms on the rug on either side of her shoulders. Doing a sort of push-up with his upper body only, he kept them joined only at their crotches. That way both of them were freed for plenty of movements, so that she could fuck as well as be fucked.
Then he started reaming her out with a driving passion. His buttocks bounced up and down and Sharon saw how tightly those small, handsome male cheeks gripped each other, how even smaller and more muscular looking they became as he fucked his juice-coated dick in and out of the sprawled, whining woman beneath him.
She was moving too, hunching and stabbing her hips up against his hard-driving body.
His long thick cock sluiced in and out of her gaping, juicing cunt. Their movements set up a friction that ground his hairy crotch over her fleshy fulcrum in totally ungovernable lust. Terribly excited, Sharon shivered as she watched. She saw sweat form on both their wildly lunging bodies and begin to trickle on their hot flesh.
He seemed afire with a berserk lust, his big tool whipping in and out of the slippery tunnel of her belly, driving and ramming and plowing a frantic furrow all the way into the gates of her deepset womb.
The excited virgin sat there on the couch, naked with the couch-fabric slightly prickly under her bare ass, and watched the avid couple put on a heated demonstration of passionate, feverish, fancy fucking.
Her sealed-up pussy grew itchy and juicy and seemed to burn, down between the trembling legs she'd been ordered to keep well parted.
It was all she could do to keep her hands off herself. But she was certainly not going to hand-pump her pussy in front of these sexy people who had barged in and seized complete control of her brain and quivery body.
She stared.
His furry ass pounded up and down. His thick anxious prick pounded in and out of her dribbling slit. His toes strained at the rug. His body rose and fell, up and down, so that his chest slapped her tits and then rose above their trembling masses again.
Her hands scrabbled and clawed and slithered over his sweat-slick skin. Her legs jerked and her butt moved in little circles against the rug. She urged her hot wet hole up and down the thick pipe of his greasy old cock.
Sharon watched him cum, knew he was doing it when he went all stiff and shaking and rammed himself into the hole he fucked with all his strength.
She could imagine Blanche's feeling as boiling hot cum lanced out of his blowing balls and bubbled hotly into her cuntal grasp.
Then he sagged weakly on her.
She cooed in his ear, rubbing him, petting his back lovingly. Her eyes rolled to Sharon and she smiled at the red-faced, trembling girl.
"Oh," Blanche sighed weakly, "it's so good, so good!"
Slowly then, he pushed himself up, his cum-streaked prick slipping noisily out of her twat, rocked back onto his haunches, and rose to his feet. His long cock, coated to a high sheen with his own cum, swung down, now, its head out of sight, rapping against his deflated balls. He turned to face Sharon. She closed her eyes in a long blink, but she didn't dare keep them closed.
"Do you love the taste of Jordy's semen, Sharon?" he asked.
She closed her eyes. Her cheeks flamed. What a terrible question to be asked!
"Hey, little sweetheart, I asked you a question!" There was a little undercurrent of menace in the big man's voice. "Do you love the taste of Jordy's spermy cum?"
Her throat went all dry and she looked down at the rug as she answered. "Yes," she said, in a tiny voice.
"Good!" He moved closer until his knees were up against hers. "Lick up some of mine and see if it tastes as good!"
So, meekly and submissively, Sharon did. She knew she was tasting both cum and pussy, but she had no choice. She used her mouth's firm suction and her larruping tongue to clean every droplet of cum off his big dangling penis. It thickened up under her oral attentions.
He gripped her arm. "Now," he said, pointing to where Blanche still lay, with open legs and a semen-drooling cleft between them. "There's a lot more."
"Oh!"
"Lick that up, too, little darlin'. It came out of the very same place." He reached down to pull his prick out from his body, then let it slap back. It bounced a little against the cushioning humps of his balls.
"Lick-her! No, please! I can't-she's a woman!"
He laughed. "You are sure right, Sharon baby, you're sure and hell right. She's a lot of woman. But I'm telling you, see? Get down there on your hands and knees and lick up that cum, too." He swatted her bare ass. The pretty, bulgy cheek jumped and quivered, tightening instantly against its twin. "Sharon! Suck up that cum from her pussy!"
Lying there on her back, Blanche was frowning just as much as the younger female.
She'd never had a woman go down on her before. She didn't think she was too crazy about the idea.
But-it was what he wanted. She guessed it would be a turn-on for a man, seeing one woman down on her knees licking up his sperm from the drooling cunt of another. Particularly when he'd ordered it!
In the end, of course, it was what Sharon did. She had to. She got down on the rug, on her hands and knees between the blonde's sprawling legs. Slowly she bent forward. Her pretty white titties swung loosely out from her body as she bent. Her hair fell down onto the white, plump body stretched before her. Her head descended.
Blanche jerked wildly and then tried to control herself, curling her fingers to cling to the rug, while a nice wet tongue began lapping all over the inner hollows of her thighs and the bulging lips and crease of her fucked-open cunt.
Sharon, quivering in humiliation, licked up all the sticky male sperm from the other woman's pussy. She started to raise her head.
But now more was leaking out of the hot hole it had been pumped into, as Blanche's excitement let down more pussy-juice that crowded the semen out of her quivering labia.
With a little sigh, she went after that with her tongue and softly sucking mouth. Then she realized that it would keep on coming, as fast as she could clean it up. So she sent her tongue into the slash between those red lips to pull it out of Blanche's pussy.
"Yee-ga-a-a-aaAAAHHH!" Blanche squealed in hot excitement.
Then the other girl lurched wildly forward, ramming tongue and nose both into the hair-framed, slimy gash ... as another tongue touched her own tight-lipped crotch!
Moaning, helplessly wagging her hips, she looked down between her dangling breasts and the arch of her legs.
Blanche lay on her back with wide-open legs. Sharon was on hands and knees, between those plump and rounded legs. And now Duff was on his hands and knees, behind the kneeling girl, and his tongue was slithering over her sexy gap just as hers worked to fetch his semen out of his wife's.
After that, Sharon was hardly able to concentrate on the task that had been set her.
Warm male breath blew up into her cleft, and it widened helplessly, delightedly. Warm male hands clutched her thighs and the fingers rubbed her hot skin soothingly. Wonderful male lips closed over her bulging lower lips, and his mouth sucked hard. His tongue stabbed and flickered in and out between the pink cuntal folds framing the slit in her soft bulging mound.
She grunted when his tongue ran suddenly upward and licked over her tightly-coiled asshole. Her tongue ran in, helplessly, going deep into her slippery pussy. Blanche gasped, and the gasp was a tiny scream. Her eyes rolled wildly, staring at the ceiling.
Duff began lapping away at the kneeling girl's magnificently developed clitoris. It wiggled and stuck out a bit more, like a tongue that wanted to exchange licks with his. He sucked it. Sucked it some more. Licked. Felt warm fluid beginning to flow out of the heated, virginal cunt.
She was shaking, quivering, moaning, now, just seconds away from an utterly shattering orgasm.
God, what a sexy bitch she is, he thought, robbing her of his wonderful tongue and tucking it back into his mouth, where he tasted the thick, almost tasteless, slightly salty mucous. What a silly-ass thing she's done, saving her maidenhead all these years when she could've been enjoying a good, full sex life and loving every last cumming second of it!
And, with that thought, he straightened up on is knees behind the groveling, whining, whimpering girl, kneeling there and begging with little sobs for the orgasm he had almost given her. Everything was going just as he intended. Just as he and Blanche had planned. Sharon was so hot she was begging.
Swiftly, he clamped his hands to her hot, trembling body and flipped her over on the rug. His new excited erection bobbed and throbbed before him as he crawled between her legs to crush her darling cherry.
CHAPTER SIX
At the last moment, Sharon screamed.
Even in the quivery, pulsating heat of aroused lust, an arousal that had her squirming and gasping in a semi-conscious delirium, she knew what was about to happen.
But by that time it was already much too late.
Kneeling, moving quickly in between her thighs, Duff nudged the swollen, bulbous glans of his slippery prick into the softly-pulsing lips of her unopened vulva. He saw her eyes flare, saw her mouth come open, and did not wait to give her time to try to fight him off.
He rammed his big cock in, on a cherry-picking expedition.
Soft inner surfaces, so soft and tender, clasped his driving cock all the way, tightly. He had to force its way through the grasping, moist tightness. He felt a soft fleshy pressure against the swollen head of his cock, a moment of resistance, and then a sudden tearing yielding.
He burst through, accompanied by a warm bath over his shaft, as it was swallowed up inside her narrow, virginal slit.
Her lurching body and scream announced the bloody sundering of a barrier the squirming girl had carried within her since childhood. She writhed and squirmed and groaned out unintelligible sounds as a long pole of thick male flesh entered her uncharted pussy in one long, irresistible thrust.
Her hands flew up to grab at his shoulders and desperately she squirmed, trying to fling her body about and escape the big hot probe that shoved her maidenhead's blood into her vaginal chamber.
"It's all gone now, luv," Blanche crooned, close to her ear. "You're finally rid of that troublesome cherry. Now just relax-x-x-x-x-x ... and enjoy it."
"Nng-ng-g-g! Unhhh! No, I don't want-ga-a-aaahhh!"
He pumped, slowly.
"Unnh, hunnnh, hunnnh...." She grunted helplessly as his big dork slicked in and out of a hole made wet by her previous activities, her near-orgasm and her pussy's ready flow-and by the slippery red fluid of her ruptured hymen.
"You ... darling," he grunted, shoving hard, his body shaking in the absolute delight of being gripped so tightly, all around his cock.
"You ... bastard!"
He laughed. And, lying comfortably on her despite her surging wriggling, he prick-pumped her pussy open.
Exquisite sensations shot through his slick, impaling shaft as he buried it in the depths of her juicy pussy, again and again. He reveled in its extreme heat and constriction, in his thorough carnal penetration of the long-sheltered hole between her legs.
The rose-petal flesh of her vulva's soft little folds yielded easily, with youthful suppleness, flowing around his fat dork as it pulled nearly out and then rammed forward again, all the way into the flowing castle keep of her vagina.
His prick whipped powerfully in and out like a searing flame that branded her inner flesh and abraded her intimate interior.
She felt like she had a hot poker up her.
He showed her no mercy, knowing that the pain would soon subside and give way to her natural pleasureful reaction to unavoidable sexy sensations.
His big hard woman-pleaser of a cock plowed a path to her womb.
He jerked it in and out as fast and hard as he could, raising himself to look down between their sweating bodies to watch himself fucking her sweet, quivery, virginal cunt.
It slid and slicked in and out, all wet and shining with her cunt-juice and red smears, ramming for her guts.
The girl's smooth, sweaty belly thrust up and rippled with constant little shudders. She gasped unceasingly.
The shiny flesh between her firm young tit-bulges, too, was damp and glistening with perspiration. She groaned and stared.
On either side of that titsy valley, her breasts trembled and jumped with her hard breathing. Her nostrils flared and she whined.
But, unconsciously, she was jerking up her hips to feel the erotic friction in her hot hole.
Pain had vanished, lost in a rising cloak of sensuality.
Now she was trembling with passion. An exquisite ecstasy began to envelop her whole body.
She couldn't help it. Her body told her, and she refused to believe it. Her body insisted. Her brain stumbled, grasped, accepted the news.
She loved it!
My God, fucking's wonderful! It's wonderful! Fuck me, fuck me!
She began hunching strongly.
"Tell him," Blanche grinned, lifting her dancing eyes to Duff. His were half-glazed in lustful enjoyment.
"Uh," Sharon grunted, hunching. "Uh-ah, uh ... no, no-o-o-ah!"
Popping himself above her on his hands, he pulled his slippery prong back until her sexy body housed only the flaring silken crown between the lips of her ripely swollen love mound. Then he began moving his hips in slow, gentle circles, teasing her with his cock only just inside the opening of the unused pussy between her soft thighs.
She hunched. Her thirsty snatch tried to snatch him back, all the way inside. But he kept it where it was, just parting the lips.
Her eyes filled with tears and she chewed her lip. Her hands slapped the rug and she shoved herself down it, shoving her cunt up his cock like a hot wet tube. It sheathed the smooth warm length of his prick and tried to suck it farther in.
Again, he withdrew, backing from her.
"Damn it, damn it!" Sharon cried with a quavering voice. "Stop that-fuck me! Fuck me!"
Blanche laughed aloud and began playing with her own pussy.
With a broad grin of triumph, he shoved his cock back in, hard.
He shoved the long thick column of his cock all the way into her quaking belly, sinking it deep in a blind search for her womb.
She sighed out a long breath of pleasure. Then she was twisting convulsively beneath him, straining to apply action with strong inner muscles, to suck his prick deep up her hot wet pussy and get every inner surface caressed with hard hot cock.
The luscious sensuousness of her body jerked as she screwed herself onto his hard, hot shaft. She threw her hips up to him wildly, slapping his sweat-slick belly with hers.
"Unhuhmhuhmumhunh-unnnghhh!"
Her cunt became a slushy, flowing swamp that surrounded and bathed his deeply impaling shaft with warm liquid heat.
The fires of lust that flared up deep inside her wet pussy and hunching, trembling belly were drowned in the sudden rolling waves of her liquid orgasm. She quivered and twitched, cumming and cumming all around his painfully-grabbed cock.
She shrieked, as she came, marvelously and beautifully. It was so intense that both her scream and her contorted face seemed to show pain.
Her cunt grabbed his painfully abraded prick like a long roll of rubber bands. He groaned aloud and ground his body down onto hers. Their sweat rushed together.
Never had he cum so riotously, so poignantly!
"Uh-AAGGNNN!" she cried out beneath him, as the hot sticky cum started to blast into the soft buttery depths of her fluttering cuntal mouth.
His prick jumped and jerked in her tight hot pussy-grip, throbbing out milky fluid deep inside her gulping cunt until the white liquid overflowed to trickle down over the shining flesh of her quivering, bright-red, ravaged labia.
Blanche shoved the girl's own blouse under her ass to soak up the drooling sperm and pussy-juice and the pink blood of her smashed virginity.
The front door swung open to bang loudly against the wall and all three of them jerked their heads to stare at the wild-eyed man standing there.
"I heard a scream-" Carl Davis began, then broke off. "My God! Get off her, you filthy raping bastard!"
Suddenly scared, recognizing her boyfriend and knowing that he had taken the cherry of a seventeen-year-old girl against her will and could be in one hell of a lot of trouble, Duff pulled his shrinking, cummy cock quickly out of her ravished other mouth.
His limp, cum-smeared cock flopped against his emptied balls as he rose above her and backed away.
Carl stared from him to the girl at his feet, her newly-opened hole dribbling out sperm, to the kneeling, naked blonde.
"Goddamn," Carl snapped. "Your wife balls with strangers and you rape underage virgins! What a pair!"
"My wife-what?"
"Never mind. Grab your damned clothes and get your asses out of here, both of you!" Carl commanded.
They started to obey, hurriedly, but the sobbing Sharon twitched around to stare up at Carl.
"No-wait ... Carl, they ... they know something about me...."
Carl stared at her. He frowned a little, thinking. Then he nodded and returned his hot eyes to Duff McConnell. His fat-titted wife huddled fearfully against him.
"Even," Carl said. "You know something about Sharon, she says. I don't want to know what it is. But I know something about you. Suppose we all agree to just shut up-and, you, get the hell out of here!"
Nodding, half-dressed and holding their clothes about them, Duff and Blanche left. And the threat of their telling, and their ability to blackmail her further, was removed from over Sharon's head.
Carl stood there looking down at the beautiful, firm-bodied girl who lay stretched out so pitifully on the floor, her rumpled, stained blouse crammed beneath her naked butt to catch the rapist's cum and pinkish virgin's blood that oozed out between the bright red cuntal lips of her puckered vulva.
Mad as he was at McConnell, pitiful as Sharon was and as sorry for her as he was, Carl couldn't help the stirring inside his shorts that led to an increasing bulge in his fly.
He held a hand down to her. "Easy-be careful. You've got to get up and go to the bathroom and clean yourself out, carefully."
She put a hand up. She felt so ashamed. Could she-could she ever dare tell this man how good it had been once that initial pain was gone, how much she had loved it-and that the scream that had brought him busting wildly in like Sergeant Friday had been ... the most marvelous and fulfilling orgasm she had ever experienced?
She came trembling to her feet, felt a moment of dizziness and a sudden little clutching pain in her cunt, and staggered.
In an instant Carl had swept her up into his arms. Ignoring her clothing and the lights, he carried her upstairs to the bathroom. All was silent on the second floor. Apparently the children hadn't been aroused by all the noise. That was the value of training them from infancy, rather than worrying about making noises when the parents gave parties and the like!
Carl patted her shoulder. "You know what you have to do, darling?"
She nodded, looking shamefacedly down.
Patting her again, he left her alone in the bathroom and went back downstairs. There he gathered up her clothes and locked the door and turned off the lights. Meanwhile, he heard water running in the tub, as well as the flushing of the toilet, three times.
The bathroom door was closed and he could tell by the splashing, sloshing noises that she was in the tub. He thought of her sitting there, all naked and beautifully wet....
The trouble with us males, he told himself grimly, is that God made us too damned horny!
He wondered how many damsels in distress, back in knighthood days, had got themselves rescued by brave knights who had slain rapists and dragons and whatever-and then had been unable to resist their naked rescue-ees?
Finding her bedroom was easy; it was the room with the open door. He found the light switch and left her discarded clothing in a little ball beside the dresser, on the floor. Then he pulled nylon pajamas and a robe out of the closet and returned to the bathroom.
After tapping lightly, Carl opened the door and, without looking inside, dropped the bundle of night clothing inside.
She made a sloshing noise in the tub. "Oh, thank you, Carl darling. Don't go! I'll be right out!"
He waited nervously, still too horny to think. What seemed to be hours passed before he heard the gurgling of the water going out of the tub. And eventually, the door opened and she emerged. She was wearing the robe. And carrying the pajamas.
She came to him and stood close. Her eyes looked softly up at his.
"He-they-he ... I'm not ... oh, Carl! Do you hate me?"
He slid his arms around her. "Don't be silly," he said, terribly conscious of her, naked inside the robe, all firm and warm against him. "I think I must love you."
Dropping the pajamas, she gripped him fiercely and pressed herself very hard against him. "Oh, Carl! Oh, darling-I love you!"
They stood there in the hallway and held each other for many minutes.
Then: "You'd better ... get to bed, Sharon."
She shivered. Her hands clutched him. "Carl? Darling-don't leave!"
Clutching each other, they went into the bedroom. He noticed that she winced and emitted tiny groans as she walked.
"You still hurt!"
"Uh-only a little...."
He pointed to the bottle of cold cream on the little table beside the bed she was using, the Newtons' big double one.
"You'd better put a little of that on your ... self," he said.
She swung around in front of him, looking urgently up into his face. "Carl-Carl? Darling ... will you do it?"
He sighed. "Look, sweetheart, you don't know what you're doing to me. I've just seen you naked, and-"
Stepping suddenly back, she whipped open the robe to reveal her glowing, freshly-bathed ' nudity beneath.
"Good! See me naked again, darling!"
Carl squeezed his eyes shut. This was torture!
"Yes ... and you're beautiful. Too beautiful. I want you, Sharon. You know that! But-not tonight, when you're all sore, and...."
"Oh, I can-umm, maybe think of something," she finished, nearly having given herself away by saying, "I can suck your cock for you, darling." But he mustn't know about that! She'd have to cool it. She could pretend to be a beginner ... And how lovely that he was thinking of her comfort!
And so, with the best of intentions for giving her man relief, she lay back on her bed, softly naked, while Carl tremblingly took up the bottle of lotion and sat down on the side of the bed beside her. He started uncapping the bottle. Her eyes came open.
"Darling ... kiss me, please!"
Her arms leaped around him when he bent to comply, very willingly.
Their lips came together. Like so many other kisses, this one began soft and sweet and escalated until it was steaming, tongue-lashing, and hard-breathing in Up-grinding urgency.
He jerked when her hand slithered over his crotch.
"Oh, darling," she sighed apologetically, "I've got your thing all hard. I'm sorry-wait ... darling? Could I-could I kiss it for you?"
Jesus, he thought, and his cock tried to lurch its way through several layers of restraining cloth.
She patted it. "Carl-my love ... please undress."
She lay there and watched him while he took off his clothing, and her lips pursed when his hard prick emerged at last. It was beautiful, long and thick, a deep sexy pink color and throbbing with every pounding beat of his heart so that it jumped around before him as if it were alive separately from him. She held out her arms.
He went quickly to her, and again her hand sent lances of fire zooming through his hard-on. Clutching it, she used it and her other hand against the bed to raise herself to a sitting position. Then while his eyes widened and sparkled, she began leaning toward his high-standing prick.
He felt her twin white bubbles of tit trailing over his thigh, then her breath. It stirred the silkily curling fur of his crotch. It ached for the touch of her mouth. He couldn't believe it was happening, at last. Her hand slithered downward, slowly, gently pulling the foreskin along with it, so that the crown of his cock emerged, a large velvety-soft plum shape that was a very vulnerable pink in color. She eased the loose skin back until all of the head was intimidatingly, gloriously displayed.
She slid her hand up and down the shaft several times with her eyes very close to the tip of his pulsing organ. She loved to watch the skin peel away so that the large gleaming head appeared, looking all soft and edible, then when she loosened her grip and let the foreskin coast back up, that handsome nut of silky flesh crowning his beautiful penis dived back out of sight, as if shy.
He trembled and couldn't help groaning when, first peeling it out again, she kissed it. Her lips moved softly over it. They felt very warm and soft, and he could feel the caressing warmth of her breath, too.
"Oh, darling," she cooed, with her mouth less than an inch from the fat, blood-gorged glans, "I love it! It's just beautiful! And so soft-it's like nylon, all over! Umm-mm!" She kissed it again.
He was shuddering involuntarily. "Oh, darling!" he gasped out. "Let-let it alone a while-let me soothe you with this lotion or ... or I'll never get around to it!"
Chuckling softly and proudly, she lay back again, giving his prick a last fond pat, and lay there with her legs open so as to display the soft protrusion of her love mound and the spongy little lip-folds that framed the reddened crack dividing it so beautifully.
She jerked, then quivered and giggled when he poured a large dollop of lotion on her, right onto the top of her mound's sexy bulge.
"It's co-old!" she shivered.
"Let's see if I can do something about that," he said.
He enjoyed his work. If being a nurse in a hospital could be like this, he'd volunteer and take half-pay. His hands slithered lotion, thick and white and pleasantly slimy like cum, all over her inner thighs and lower belly and into her soft pussy-hair and over the lips and into the crease and he added more, holding her sweet darling slit slightly open while he poured more lotion, this time inside, and then she moaned and quivered and groaned and gasped while his finger slipped into the heat of her moist pussy and made it moister still, using his finger to smear lotion over the torn curtain of her destroyed hymen.
He became caught up in it, all wrapped up in the more-than-pleasant task, and he wound up spending a long, long time stroking and lotioning her sweet, now-gaping pussy.
He liked to watch the thick white lotion ooze out between the puckered red lips like cum.
He did his work too well. He was too tender, too loving, and he spent too much time at it.
Delightfully soothed and very tired after her earlier ordeal, the sighing girl lapsed slowly and softly into sleep.
Carl, who would not waken her now, sat there and stared at her magnificent nakedness, loving the way the swollen mounds of her incredible bosom trembled up and down and jiggled slithly with her deep, even breathing.
He also cursed mentally. He must be the most painfully hung-up man on Earth!
His cock stood before him, bobbing and throbbing, like a damned flagpole that needed terribly to wrap the sweet pink-red banners of her cunt-lips around itself.
Well, he'd leave the poor darling alone. They'd have plenty of time with each other, in the future! Meanwhile-he was damned if he was going to crawl into that lovely big bed with her like this! He'd go down and see if there were a beer or two in the Newton refrigerator. That always helped him sleep, when he needed help. And tonight he definitely needed help!
First wrapping his shirt around himself, tying it over his hips, Carl turned off the light and opened the door. After looking both ways, he slipped out and started down the steps.
He stopped, staring.
A ghost seemed to be ascending toward him. A white figure seemed to drift silently upward-
But it was not a ghost. It was a stark-naked girl with a pair of big tits that jutted youthfully forth from her chest and swayed in wanton invitation, as if daring male hands. She stopped, two steps down.
"Wow," Kitty Newton said softly.
"Uh-" he began, and couldn't think of anything to say.
"Wow! Look who's coming nekkid out of Sharon's bedroom!"
"I am not naked," he told her firmly, speaking just as quietly as she. But without the humor that lilted in her voice.
"Hmp." She reached up and gave his shirt a twitch. "Okay, so you wrapped a shirt around yourself, after. Wow-wee! What a person can find wandering around in the middle of the night!"
"What the hell are you doing up, young lady?"
"Don't give me that shit, and none of that manly 'young lady' bull, either." She came up another step. Suddenly he grunted and jerked as a cool-fingered hand leaped under the hanging shirt and fondled his balls.
"Hot dern! Feel that," she gasped. "All hard and everything! Sharon's waiting for this, huh?"
"Sharon," he said, trying to speak with dignity, "is asleep." His crotch pounded like it had a separate heart. God, her hand....
"Asleep? Really? You swear it?"
"I don't have to swear anything. She's asleep, I said. Now you-"
"In Mom and Dad's big ol' bed?"
"Of course. Now, Kitty...."
"Wow! Whatta man! Screwed her to sleep and you still walking around with a hard-on! Whatta man!"
"Kitty, we did not-"
"Hey, Carl, love, remember the other day when you said mean things to me?"
"I didn't say mean things to you, Kitten," he said, trying to placate her. "You were trying to stir me up, and you know it. Then you made a crack about Sharon."
"Yeah, well. I'll tell you, sweetheart. Kitten wants to get herself laid, you know? And you really turn me on! Now I tell you what, love. Come with me to my room and teach me a few things, okay? And I swear to you, Sharon will never know!"
"You can't be serious!"
"Oh, man, am I ever serious." She squeezed his nuts. "Wow, you know what I just thought of? Wouldn't Mom and Dad blow their skulls if they heard you were coming out of Sharon's room, naked, this time of night? Whow! And her folks, too! Oh, boy!"
"Kitty ... who'd tell them?" I She giggled. "Listen, what the heck's wrong with me, anyhow? I've got the best build in school-and that includes high school seniors!"
He sighed. "Nothing's wrong with you, little doll." His hand slipped around one jutting nose-cone tit and found it very warm and firm and rather trembly. "Nothing's wrong, honey. You want to be taught a few things, huh?"
Standing on the step below him, she shoved her super-developed tits against his crotch. "Uh-huh! You coming, lover?"
Not right now, he thought, with a little smile. He'd been a fool long enough. No man should have to be "blackmailed" into playing house with a lovely little chicky like this. Nobility was for the losers. His girl had got herself laid, and he was beginning to wonder about that scream he'd heard. After all, it was at the end of her balling session with Duff! And then he'd been all nice and patient, and she'd made a promise, and gone to sleep on him!
He wrapped an arm all the way around Kitty, sliding his hand over the swelling outer curve of her opposite tit.
"Yeah, I'm coming," he said. "And you will be, too!"
She giggled, wrapped an arm around him too, and they stole up the steps and into her bedroom. Carl locked the door after them.
Then he reached for his teen temptress. He was already deciding that if she wanted to be taught, he'd do a damned good job of it. She'd remember him, and his rusty cock, the rest of her life, after tonight!
CHAPTER SEVEN
In an ever-heightening state of arousal, Carl watched the movements of the totally naked young girl, once they were in her room with the door closed.
Small deposits of so-called baby fat rounded her and made her thighs and arms chubby. Her belly curved beautifully outward like a display case for her cute little navel. Then it started tucking back in-only to zoom dramatically out again into her flagrantly bulging crotch. She did not yet have all the hair there she would have, and the sparse, curling tendrils were little more than decorations on an almost-smooth mound that clearly displayed its deep pink crease without a sign of her pussy lips. The cleft was too tight.
In back, her rounded buttocks stuck well out, enticing and soft looking, though obviously firm. In front, her pointed titties were similar bulges that ran way out and tucked back underneath, almost too large and yet with very little droop, because of their youth.
But it was that nearly-naked, vigorously out-thrusting cunt that pulled at his eyes and his cock.
He gave her breasts plenty of attention, though, and it was no more than the pretty things deserved. He was gentle with the excited-eyed girl, gender even than he'd been with Sharon.
Sharon ... sleeping in the next room....
Holding them up with his hands, he sucked merrily on those ripe young knockers, nibbling at their sassy nipples, arousing them until the dark pink centers strained outward in engorged sexual arousal. At the same time, his hands massaged the panting globes they decorated, making oral and manual love to them all at once.
She began to sigh and gasp and tremble involuntarily, all over.
She was totally fascinated with his hardened sexual flesh.
Delicately she fondled the violently-throbbing meat, skinning the head and playing her finger teasingly over it, reaching down to cup and heft the two heavy globes of his balls. She pulled her big jugs out of his grasp as she bent.
Lowering her head, she faced the staring, reddish eye in the tip of his cock without batting an eyelash, squeezed the staff until a drop of clear liquid appeared, and lapped it quickly up. Then, rolling her eyes up to see if he was looking as she knelt down, she slid her mouth over it.
Her soft, pursed lips strained, stretched to part wide, and ensheathed the hot pink bulb of his silken-smooth glans. He sighed and smiled down at the pretty, young face bent so ardently over his crotch.
She held his hot, throbbing cockhead gently in her mouth while her fingers pressed and manipulated his egg-shaped testicles, making the hard oval balls squirt around inside their dangling purse.
Sliding his cock out of her mouth, she licked her lips and asked, "Is that nice?"
"Extremely," he said, reaching down to caress her pushy tits as if they were huge precious jewels.
"Ummm," she sighed.
She wagged her shoulders to move the warm jugs through his fingers. She shivered.
His hands continued to fondle and caress, and she watched his eyes while her tongue began to slither in and out, jerking out to play with his cock. The hot tube of lust jumped and lurched under the teasing lingual caresses. He groaned and clutched her massy titty-globes harder.
"Ow! You're strong!"
"Sorry, little love. I-"
She dimpled. "Oh, that's all right. I like a little hurting."
"Just come up onto the bed, Kitty, and we'll both play the tongue game."
Her eyes went large and stared. Her fingers tightened convulsively on his nuts, making him wince.
"Are-are you going to lick my cunt?"
"I thought I might."
She shivered. "Oh, wow, am I glad I had a bath! Ooh-there's hardly any fur on my cunny. Will that put you off?"
He laughed, tugging at the huge handles of her tits. "Hardly."
She came quickly to her feet, kissed him while surging and squashing her magnificent mammaries all over his chest, then tumbled bouncily back onto the bed. She waited with eyes bright in anticipation. The twin hard-ons of her angry-looking nipples speared straight up from the big white mounds of her relaxed tits.
"Lie on your side," he said, "and curl a little. You'll have to scrooch back-I'm no midget!"
He stretched out beside her. Her head faced his genitals. His eyes gazed at the junction of her thighs. Bending his head forward to gush out warm breath over the bulging Mound of Venus, he bade her lift one leg. She did, displaying more of her well-developed cunt, but even so the action parted the invisible lips hardly at all. She was obviously extremely tight.
That didn't put him off a bit more than the naked, rather childishly smooth aspect of her crotch and its mounded vulva. He knew how to loosen her up!
Gazing at her pursed, closed pussy, he shivered. His nuts tingled and ached. He longed to ram his cock into that narrow teasing slit displayed so shamelessly inches from his face.
But he would not. Not yet. First-He reached out and used both hands to peel her open, making her gasp as the tight-set cuntal lips slipped reluctantly apart, showing him that she did indeed possess fat little pink lips, and beyond them the darker ones of her inner labia.
He stroked one gentle finger down the center of those pursed lips and let it sink between them, just within their pliant grip, where he began to caress the twitchy little bud of flesh at their very top.
"Yuh-unnnnh!" she gasped. Her fingers raked his balls.
"Easy," he warned.
He let his finger wiggle around inside her, just inside the warm vestibule of her tight, unopened cunt, being careful not to push too far, lest he hurt her by finger-thumping her hymen. "Un ... Carl," she called quietly. "Hmm?"
"I, uh, there isn't any, uh, thing there. You know, maidenhead. I, ah, got a little excited one night and ah ... I busted it."
"Yourself?" he asked incredulously.
"Sure. No one else has ever so much as touched me there ... damn it! Anyhow ... it's gone. It hurt like fire, too! And I had to use about twenty puffs and then sneak them out the next day, with the blood, you know, so Mom wouldn't see." She sighed. "Isn't that awful? I mean ... I took my own darned cherry!"
He had been sliding his fingertips caressingly along the sparsely mossed bulge of her virgin cunt.
Now he slid a finger into it and probed on, between the fluted, red inner lips, into the oval hole they framed, and into an intensely hot channel that gripped his finger tightly. She groaned a little, quaking. But she was right. His finger went all the way up her pussy. She jerked and groaned far more loudly when his fingertip nudged her cervix.
He wiggled his finger up inside her steamy hole. "How'd you do it, Kitten?"
"My finger. I told you. I got too-ummmmgh!
God, that's good! I got too carried away with what I was doing. You know."
"Jacking off. Masturbating. Pumping your pussy."
She giggled. "Yeah. Check block D: all of the above!"
He bent close, then, and let her feel his tongue, swooshing over the moist, pulsing slit and up over the aroused lump of her clitoris, sticking out like a fat little cherry. She made gagging, groaning noises and clutched his prong convulsively.
She felt all damp and hot between the legs. She strained to open them wider for him, knowing that her love-button was swelling up and out under the pressure of his lips. His tongue fondled and manipulated her damp, wriggly clit until she groaned in sensuality and upward-spiraling lust. Her head jerked forward into his bushy groin.
They lay there, curling, fondling fondly, and ate away at each other. Warm lips sucked soft cuntiips and silky-headed cock. Wet, poking, slithering tongues squirmed out to lick cunt and cock and coat them with shining saliva. His excited dick lurched and bobbed under her moist oral attentions. Her mouth slipped over the knob and she applied suction, pulling at it.
Her hips writhed and her plump thighs tensed. She pumped her tingling, juicing cunt gently against his face, urging him on. His licking and chewing on the delicate pink flesh sent waves of pleasure washing over her. Her snatch grew wetter and wetter, like spit welling up inside a hungry mouth.
He began sucking furiously, chewing gently and sweeping his tongue back and forth, swallowing the hot fluids from her wet gulf and licking away the slippery sweat of her lust.
She too sucked, licking her tongue along the underside of his throbbing pulsing staff of sex, feeling the pulse of the big swollen semen-pipe there, slipping the swollen crown in and out of her avid lips.
He started pumping his tongue in and out of her wet pussy like a stroking cock.
She started pumping her mouth up and down his prick like a live, hairless cunt.
Her cunt lay open now. The bulging lips of her lovely, almost hairless little hole created a lust-provoking picture of young sex. He licked fervently away at it. His mouth became slimy inside with the juices he lapped out of her.
Her voice quavered. "Oh-o-oh-h-hhh ... man ... oh, loverrr ... please ... can't you ... won't you just ... uh, uh, qh, so good ... won't you just stick it in me now, and fuck me and fuck me, please?"
He shivered. Was ever a man asked more sweetly to share his cock?
With a last long lingering kiss applied firmly to the parted lips and bulging ridge of her flowing cunt, he slid his hips back from her face and got himself moved around into a face-to-face position.
He kissed the wild-eyed girl, then eased her over onto her back. Grinning down at her, he knew that no pillow would be necessary. Not the way her large, firm buttocks propped her cunt up into the air, as if looking for something to grab and swallow up and suck on!
He moved in between her thighs, his spit-coated cock bobbing and swaying before him.
"Even though you broke yourself open, Kitten, this is liable to hurt a little, at first."
Her only reply was a sexy, needful hunching of her crotch at him.
He moved up close. The bulbous, soft-skinned heat of his painfully erect prong nudged and slithered over her mounded vulva.
She groaned. Her hips heaved, lurching up to nab the swollen meat that was gently teasing her pussy lips. The lips opened, then yawned wider as his prick's large red knob slipped between them. She sighed and her eyes were very bright with anticipation. Her snowy, hard-tipped breasts heaved excitedly up and down. Her hands strained out for him, catching his hips and tugging at them.
He'd never known a girl to be so anxious for it. Even that hot little bitch next door, Blanche, hadn't been so urgent and grabby in her obvious need for balling!
Now he was kneeling between her thighs, and he leaned forward. His rock-hard fuck shaft began nosing into the wet cuntal mouth of her sweaty loins. Long-sheltered flesh strained to expand around the bulging cockhead. She moaned, but let him know that it was not in pain, because she surged up to meet his sinking body. Her anxious hands tugged him down into the hot vise of her tight, feverish little girl cuntal mouth.
Beneath her, the large cheeks of her ass tensed and loosened, shifting her weight from one to the other. That way the dribbling mouth of her fragrant vagina moved around his incoming man meat, her body undulating beneath him.
Her body sucked at the thick, lancing staff that rummaged in her tight slit. Then he was in, all the way in, his enormous, throbbing prick lost inside her and gripped as if by a hot damp hand, and she was sighing, almost sobbing in rapturous delight, hugging and kissing him wildly in a squirming hunger of tingly sexual craving.
He shoved it in more.
"Guh-uhuhuhwftftrt!" Her eyes bulged. The big pulsating glans tipping his lust-swollen dick had snaked all the way in to press a hard wet kiss against her deep-seated cervix.
"You've-got-it-all, baby," he grunted, moving his hips to make her feel the long length of his hard prod way up inside her warm nest. Her moist pussy-flesh engulfed him to the swollen globes.
"Ohhhh!" she cried excitedly.
Her hands tried to circle him and pressed him hard against her, squashing her overgrown cushions of tit until they swelled whitely out on either side of his hard masculine chest. Her heels drummed the bed in a way that made her cunt lurch around his imbedded cock.
"Oh, oh, ohhh, God!" she exclaimed. "It's-I'm so full! It's so big! Ummmm-ah!"
"Let go," he said softly.
Blinking, looking a little fearful and not understanding that odd request, she let her hands slip reluctantly from him.
He planted his palms and lifted himself above her. His prick remained deep inside her, and now its hard upper surface pressed up against the top of her well-filled slash, pressuring her fluttering clit.
"If a man's not too damned dumb or lazy," he said, "he can hold himself up and ball this way. You aren't mashed, and you can get in plenty of moving. Also your clitoris gets plenty of-"
"My cli-I thought it was cly-tore-is!"
He grinned, gazing down at her, suspended above her to the length of his arms. "Cli-teriss," he repeated. "This way it gets plenty of pressure-and too, I can pull up, like ... this ... and then there's a long way down for me to ram it back-like ... this!
"Hunnnnh! Huuuhhh! Gaaa-yeah, yeah, wonderful!"
He pumped his full hard column of rigid sex-muscle out and into her slippery pussy, several times.
Then he lowered himself onto his elbows and forearms.
"This way I'm still holding myself partially off you-more, if you weren't so big in the tit!"
She giggled and pressed her shoulders up, trying to stab him to death with her nipples.
"Both of us can move, but we're touching all the way. Also I can move my hands in, like this, and hold your head, this way, while I kiss you." He did, and nearly strangled on a mouthful of eagerly surging tongue. He slipped his hips forward and back again, several more times, letting his cock run in and out of her hot little pussy chamber from this angle.
"Ahhh," she gasped, "Aling, ahh, ahh, yu-ahhhh! Oh, yes!"
"This way a turned-on man can fuck a chick all night long."
Her eyes were fever-bright. "Show me!"
"Uh-well, consider that a slight exaggeration. I can also dump all my weight on you, like this-"
"Unh!"
"-and mash you and your ass right down into the mattress."
"Guh-uh, uh-m-uh-hhh! I'll say-y-y!"
"And clamp you like this." His hands swept down. His shoulders and backswept arms and pressing weight made her a prisoner of his body.
"Uh-God, oghh ... I ca-can't even mo-o-oOH!-ove!"
He showed her how he could slither his hands in under her, palms up, and grasp the squirmy cheeks of her ass. He pulled her strongly upward.
"OH-uh! Ooh! Oh-this is being fucked!"
His hand slithered inward, found the hot damp crack between her butt-globes, and pressed into it. Suddenly her eyes went all huge and staring. His fingertip was teasing at the tiny mouth of her anus. She grunted when it slipped inside. Her asshole gripped the tip of his finger in a hot clutch.
With hard up-and-down movements of his pelvis, he pounded her crotch with his, rummaged her pussy with every inch of his bulging, swollen, thrusting tool, and nailed her butt down into the mattress-at the same time spiking her asshole with his rigid finger until she had all of it up into her back. "G-wow! Too much!"
"You're being fucked from both directions at once," he told her. He loved it. He could feel his prick with his finger, the two probes separated only by the thin wall separating her back-hole from her front-slit. And his prickhead throbbed at the exciting pressure of his own finger, rubbing over it every time he jerked his ass up and down on her.
His finger filled the tiny passage of her rectal tunnel.
His cock filled the never-fucked channel of her surging cunt.
She squirmed. "Oh, darn it! I wish my arms were longer! I can't quite reach-I'd ram a finger or ten up your butt, too!"
"Does it hurt?"
"Sure. It hurts and I love it! What else?"
He let his finger drift out of her asshole and bammed her a couple more times with hard strokes of his excited dick. Then he hunched his shoulders, swung his arms up, gathering her legs and pulling them high on either side of her.
She stared nervously at him through the frame formed by her uplifted thighs.
He kept pressing them down, and down, until the silky-skinned, taut-stretched flesh of her thighs was mashing down on the big flopping balls of her tits. Her eyes widened. Her snowy breasts went whiter and began squishing outward, all around her thighs, as they rammed down into the firm young tit-masses.
He had turned her into a tight-drawn package, doubled up with her cunt sticking obscenely out, the crack aimed almost straight up, and just beneath it her asshole showing in the tight crease between harshly parted cheeks. The tight little pink hole was forced open to show inner flesh to a depth of nearly an inch.
"Ow! Oh-" she quivered out. "Careful-uh ... oh, Lord, it hurts this way-I'm all cunt!"
He grinned. "This wasn't exactly invented for someone as tight as you, sweetheart! But a sixty-year-old whore could be tightened up this way!"
He released her legs. They dropped to the bed and her knockers jiggled and rippled like liquid as she panted for breath. "Whew!"
There was another way to tighten a too-juicy or loose cunt, too, but he wouldn't mention it. That was to clamp both her thighs tightly together, lie with his thighs outside them, and screw hard. Penetration wasn't as deep, but the friction was emphatic.
He didn't need it, with this girl. If he did that, he thought, he'd shoot off his rocks in about two seconds!
Now he propped himself on his forearms and lay lightly on her, loving the alluring, ball-gripping ecstatic feeling of her pulsing little cunt throbbing snugly all around his heavy prick. The lips pressed against his crotch were smooth and velvety and so temptingly childish in their near-nakedness of hair.
She wiggled. She grinned.
Then the firm cheeks of her ass began to move beneath her, gyrating and oscillating with tentative little jerks that moved his cock back and forth to press first one elastic pink lip of her cunt, then the other.
Moaning softly, she closed her eyes and curved her lips in a rapturous little smile. She hunched hard.
"You'll hurt yourself," he warned.
"Are you kidding? This is wonderful! I think I must've been born to ball! Are there ... other ways?"
He chuckled. "So I hear tell. Would you like to ride me for a while?"
"You mean ... SIT on it?"
Her eyes widened and her tits jumped against his chest as she shivered in delicious anticipation. "Yes! Oh, yes! Let me up!"
His slick-glistening cock made a loud, obscenely sucking plop sound as it emerged from her grasping, sliming hole. The lips seemed to stretch after it, loathe to let go of the big rampantly male flesh that made her feel so extravagantly good.
But she was scrambling up even as he rolled over onto his back and grinned up at her. She saw the possibilities at once, it was all there in the standing flagpole shaft of his slippery penis. It rammed upward, high above his furry crotch as he lay stretched flat out.
Swinging a leg across him, she straddled his thighs and rose up until she stood over him in a half-crouch.
"Now," she said, from a throat tight with excitement, "I'm gonna fuck you!"
Slowly she came down, until she knelt above his out-stretched thighs with the wet red gash of her loins above his up-throbbing dick. It pulsed and wagged restlessly above him with his heartbeats.
Grinning at him, she slid her hand slowly down the long cock, slippery from the juices of her slushy cunt. She gripped it and held it steady, pointed straight up.
Then she let herself sink slowly onto it, easing her humid tunnel down and down-and down, until he felt her buttocks touch his thighs and then begin to press down upon them, spreading outward with the increased pressure of her down-coming body.
"Ooooh, boy!" she gasped out, trembling. "This is beautiful! Do you mind being ... raped?"
"Female chauvinist pig," he said and grinned, "I'm just a sex object to you!"
She laughed, then jutted her hp in a mock-pout. "Who you callin' a pig, man?"
"Certainly not you, doll!" His hands leaped up to cup her big bulging tits from beneath. He lifted them, watching their shadows change shape on her poochy little belly.
They flipped up out of his hands as she jerked herself up, using the muscles in her tensing thighs, and started fucking herself ecstatically on the standing column of his prick, a tall red sentry standing guard over his balls.
Down she came, pussy-lips sliding, inner walls straining, stuffed full with deep-sliding prick.
Up she jacked herself, the full red lips puckering out along the shaft as it slid wetly, slimily out of her clenching cunt.
Her breasts seemed huge from his angle, seeing them looming over him, awesome tits swaying sensuously and jumping and dancing, rolling and jogging up and down on her chest, flying wildly from side to side and up and down. Their angry-looking nipples stabbed the air full of holes.
His great bulging log stabbed up into her slitted gash.
Her eyes stared glazedly down at him, wide and bright with sensual passion.
Suddenly her hand dropped to her clit. He watched her rub it furiously. Seeing how desperately she needed her cum, he started straining himself to fuck upward, to relieve her of her ... hard "work."
In seconds, she not only came, bursting loose inside with warm, wet, glandular fluids, she burst another dam, too. She lost control over her bladder in her wild, sobbing excitement. As hot-fingered, clutching orgasm grabbed her pulsing belly, a sudden liquid spray rushed out and down around his cock to mat his pubic hair.
Looking desperately guilty and ashamed, she chewed into her lip and grunted. Instantly she had shut off the hose of her bladder.
"Oh, my God," she sobbed, "I'm s-so so-o-or-r-rry! Oh, damn, damn!"
He chuckled beneath her. It had never happened to him before, but he didn't really mind, he discovered.
In the first place, it was worth it to see her achieve her smashing orgasm so beautifully while riding his cock, stuck way up in her. In the second place ... what was a little piss, between friends? In the third, well, it was nice and warm.
It was also fun to pump his extremely wet cock in and out of her, and he reached up and grabbed her hips as he hunched. He pulled with one hand and pushed with the other, at the same time turning his body.
With a little squeak, she fell sideways off him. He went with her, keeping his cock up her seething pussy. Then he was on top of her again, and in seconds he had a finger crammed firmly up her ass and was slamming himself up and down on her groaning, moaning, panting, hunching, squirming body, until his balls burst and at the last second he yanked his painfully throbbing prick out of her juicy slit and sent cum squirting all up over her belly and right up to the fat bases of her bulging breasts.
"Ah, ah, ahhh! Oh!" Her hand moved quickly to her belly and began slicking spermy fluid all over herself. "Oh-uhmm! You-you spurted all over me!"
"Turnabout's fair play," he reminded her, stretching his neck to kiss her up-surging nipples. "B-but I-I wanted-"
"When you do get it in you, sweetheart, be damned sure you go clean it out mighty fast! Those wiggle-worms move fast, straight up your pussy and into your womb!"
"Yes ... but...." Her lips puckered up. "I wanted ... I mean ... oh, wow, it feels so damned good smearing on me like this!" Her hand slicked and slithering, spreading his hot sticky cum over her squirming belly. It shone there as she rubbed it into her skin, like soothing lotion.
"Are-are you going to piss on me, too?"
He laughed and stretched out on her, sticking their sweaty bellies together with semen, holding her tightly and comfortingly beneath him.
Forgetting her slip, she squeezed him tightly to her, loving him, loving her first fuck and the man who had shown her so much and jazzed her young snatch so beautifully.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jordy entered Sharon's room, found her asleep on her back with her legs open and smelling sweetly of lotion, and started eating her.
In a very short while she awoke. Groggy with sleep, she immediately assumed it was Carl and reached out to pull him into her. At once she discovered that it was Jordy, and that Carl was not there.
Where is he? she thought.
Now she was fighting, pushing the boy away, forcing his rigid prong out of her ravaged pussy.
"Get out of here, Jordy! Get back to your room! I told you-no!"
"You pulled me into you! I was just eating-and my dick went in all the way, too!"
"Go to your room, Jordy!"
"I will not! And you'd better not get too smart, either. I told you I'd tell!"
"No, you won't," Sharon said, sitting nakedly up in the big bed. Her eyes fixed on him hotly. "Because you've been doing things, too! And I sure didn't make you!"
He grinned at her, now standing there beside the bed with his hand wrapped around his handsome young pink prong, all slick and shiny with her cunt juice. "Come on," he said, "who'd believe you? Mom and Dad know I'm just a kid!"
She stared.
He shook his cock at her. "It's all fun, Share! Suck it for me!"
"Jordy ... damn you!" She knew he was right. He could easily hide behind being "just a kid" just as some women hid behind being "just a woman."
"Shar-r-r-rr...." he said warningly.
"All right, Jordy, damn you. I'll suck your...." Her eyes dropped and went soft. So did her voice. " ... your sweet, pretty little boy cock...."
Meanwhile, in the room next door, Carl and Kitty frowned at each other. Voices ... in the room next door.
Don't tell me that McConnel bastard had come BACK! Carl thought, swinging off the bed.
He left the room, forgetting his shirt, and moved quickly to the other door. It was closed, and now the room inside was silent. He opened the door quietly. The bedlamp was on. He stared.
Then a warm naked body nudged his and a pretty little head came in under his arm. Kitty stared, too.
Her brother lay on his back on her parents' bed, the bed Sharon was using while the Newtons were gone.
Using! She sure was! She was on her hands and knees with her beautiful ass in the air, the cheeks parted to display the lovely long pink crease, and she was sucking Jordy's cock!
I'll be darned, Kitty thought with a rush of excitement. I never even thought about Jordy! I'll bet I could've got my handsome twin brother to ball me a long time ago, if I'd just had sense enough to think about him like a male, rather than like a brother!
Jesus Christ, Carl was thinking, I love that woman, and the little whore's been playing keep away with me, up until tonight-and she's sucking off that KID!
Kitty and Carl exchanged a wide-eyed look. Their gazes asked a question of each other. And each of them answered the same way: at the same time, they raised one finger to their lips.
Then, naked, smeared with drying cum and with the sweat and fragrance of their fucking exertions slowly drying off their bodies, they stood there and watched.
The boy lay on his back on the double bed, sighing and groaning softly as Sharon worked hard to bring him as fast as possible.
Where was Carl? she couldn't help but wonder, a little fearfully.
Her tongue swirling and lashing, she sucked steadily, pausing now and again to swallow, gulping, until her mouth miraculously contained the whole swollen length of the boy's lust-thick cock and his balls were against her chin.
She licked it, sucked it, teased it with her teeth. She pumped it with strong contractions of her throat.
Rigid, thick muscle filled her face. The red mushroom head nudged her throat. The squirming, well-sucked boy groaned beneath her hard-working mouth. His legs quivered and jerked.
His entire groin throbbed fiercely with an intense desire to fill her face and then her belly with cock and the hot load that bulged his potent young balls and was ready to boil over.
He shoved his crotch at her face.
Her mouth slurped around his hard dick-flesh, noisily. As if reading his mind, seeking the same goal, she scratched his lightly-furred globes with her fingernails. Semen seemed to well and boil in them.
At the same time, she was working hard to swallow him up, cock, balls, and all, in the hot wet containment of her strained face.
Her head bobbed and her hair flew. It raked her shoulders, snapped over her face, stung his thighs. Spittle dribbled out of her mouth and curled onto her chin as she sucked his mouth-watering morsel. The pretty, snowy globes of her tits were trembling and rippling, swinging to and fro and slapping each other with sexy flesh-on-flesh noises.
Her parted ass arched up toward the doorway housing the two unseen onlookers, and both of them had a clear view of the pink furrow dividing them, of the tiny coiled hole in its center, and of the furry, pursing pussy-ridge slug so appealingly between her kneeling, parted legs.
She pulled hard, with fingers and lips and sucking throat.
Jordy groaned and went all stiff on the bed.
She tensed at a sudden new thickening of the fat pipeline that ran up the underside of his cock.
It depressed her tongue like a doctor's spatula. Then it went off.
His potent boyish prick-tube emptied itself into her face, spurting up her tongue and splashing the roof of her mouth with its forceful gushing.
Almost instantly her gasping mouth was sperm-flooded. Thick, sweetish youthful fluid was oozing down her throat like hot milk.
She swallowed, made a groaning, gurgling noise, and tightened her buttocks in unwitting sexiness, right before the staring faces of Carl and Kitty. Kitty's rolling eyes caught the stiffening of his prick. The super-sexy sight was getting Carl's cock hard again!
Now the girl kneeling on the bed began gulping, greedily drinking down every hot seminal drop of his nourishing little boy sperm. His body jerked spastically beneath hers as his youthful balls fired off their load in hot sticky liquid salvoes into her face.
Cum and saliva combined to drool out of the corners of her wide-forced mouth. She continued sucking and swallowing.
Her lips lingered over the darling chunk of rugged flesh even after it had emptied his balls and started slipping tiredly out of her face.
She had forgotten her previous reticence, now. She couldn't resist a faceful of cock, couldn't resist its sweet delightful spurting of its warm milk down her gullet. Now she cleaned it up lovingly, with soft tonguing caresses.
That's when Carl strode into the room, naked cock bobbing in a halferect state. He grabbed her by the ass and squeezed and jerked.
"You ... birch! That ... little BOY!"
She swung around with an expression of fear and absolute horror on her face.
But before she or Jordy could say a word, the fourth naked figure entered the room, big tits jiggling and hips swaying.
"Don't pay any attention to Carl, Share!" Kitty said. "He just balled me, and boy am I underage!" She grinned broadly. "And boy was it wonderful.'"
CHAPTER NINE
The Newton house was the scene of some wild activity in the week that followed.
There was the night that Sharon, on her hands and knees, sucked the standing cock of an out-stretched Jordy, while Kitty sat astride her upturned buttocks and Carl played with her tits while alternating strokes of his well-used cock into Kitty's juicy pussy and then into Sharon's.
There was the wild game in which both girls sucked both cocks, changing back and forth, and then both got seething, sticky cum shot all over their naked, joggling tits.
There was the night that the girls knelt side by side, with faces down, and tried to keep count and guess as to which cock was sliding in and out of them at present, Carl's or Jordy's.
In a similar scene the very next night, both males secretly smeared their pricks with Vaseline until they shone and were slippery and well-lubricated, and when the girls were in the same position they were suddenly, screechingly impaled up their hot tight asses.
There was no night on which Carl and Sharon didn't go to sleep in the Newton's large and comfortable double bed, with his hand on her breasts and her face in his crotch.
There was the inevitable night when Jordy fucked his sister and they both loved it and the other couple stood there and stared first at the wildly squirming screwers, then at each other. Afterward, Sharon wasn't too wild about being told to clean Kitty's dribbling pussy up with her tongue, but she did it because Carl wanted her to.
By the time she was through she had an asshole full of hot, thick slithering prick, and moments after it went off in her and creamed her bowels, she was surprised to be stuck again, in the same tight little cum-filled channel, by Jordy's new erection. Squirming and dragging herself from beneath Sharon, Kitty started sucking Carl's shit-streaked cock up again.
Then Jordy came, and he and Carl agreed that Kitty should lick and suck their cum out of Sharon's oozing asshole. The males soon convinced her, though, snapping her large
quivering asscheeks with wet towels until Jordy's twin knelt behind the other female ass and started cleaning it up.
By the time she was through, her own asshole and cunt were being sweetly lapped, and she was very surprised to discover that it was not Carl, but her brother who licked her so tenderly.
One night Carl, feeling brave, stretched out on his back and pulled Sharon onto him. Swiftly, he got his swollen knob between her lovelips and ran her pussy full of cock. Then Kitty came and mounted the bed, to sit backward astride her, her pussy lips just above Sharon's upturned ass.
Finally, Jordy joined them, sliding his cock up Sharon's anus so that his and Carl's hard thick tools rubbed together inside the kneeling girl. Meanwhile, Jordy bent forward to eat out his pretty twin sister while he ass-fucked her "chair."
By the time Jordy had come up the tight hot hole of Sharon's grasping rectal passage, Kitty's open, gaping sex-hole was leaking its juice down the crack and over her brother's deeply-plugged tool. And by that time Carl was damned tired of being on the bottom!
As soon as he was free of Kitty and Jordy, he rolled Sharon off and sprawled on her, holding her tight and crushing her beneath him while he moved, humping fast and hard in a non-stop drive for climax.
He made her feel just as crushed as he had been, and the girl groaned and jerked beneath him. Her legs flailed the air on either side of his frantically-plunging body.
Feeling himself start to cum, he hoisted himself above her on his hands and tightened his butt and lunged to send his big driving pole up her clasping cunt as far as it would go. There he emptied his balls, and the girl squirmed and groaned the whole time.
The prospect of what might have happened if Jim and Nell Newton had come home suddenly and caught their teenage twins lasciviously balling with their caretaker and her twenty-two-year-old fiance was ... entirely too horrible even to consider.
It was a good thing the twins got together Sunday afternoon and tried to see how many times they could cum. By supper time they were both dull-eyed and weary, fucked out. They ate and went upstairs to bed. Separately. As a matter-of-fact they were asleep two hours before Sharon finally got a restless Alice bedded down and shut up.
Then Sharon went to her bedroom. There on the bed lay her man, stark naked. His erect cock stood respectfully at attention while she hurriedly stripped and joined him. They began wallowing and rumpling hell out of the Newtons' sheets.
After easing the car into the garage, Jim and Nell Newton decided to leave the luggage until tomorrow.
"But, Jim-it's so late! And Sharon will be in our bed-we'll have to sleep on the couch!"
Jim Newton grinned. "I don't mind sharing the bed with Sharon, honey. What's your hangup?"
She had to chuckle, looking at his large, mock-innocent eyes.
"James R. Newton, you stay the hell away from that sexy little teener or I'll cut your whacker off!"
"What?-and rob yourself?"
"Hmm," she considered, "that would be cutting off your cock to spite my face, wouldn't it!"
Laughing, they let themselves in, quieting down as soon as the door swung open.
"Ah, home," he murmured. "Still here!"
"Sharon and the kids'll be surprised to see us so soon! We weren't supposed to be back until late tomorrow night or probably Monday!"
He shrugged, wrapping an arm around his slim brunette wife and squeezing the far tit. "Honey, with the job offer I got from that fat-cat down in Bermuda, I'm willing to be home two days early! Baby doll, we'll be out of this house and in one twice as big in less than two years!"
She hugged him. "Oh, Jim, isn't it wonderful!"
"Yeah," he growled into her ear. He nibbled the lobe and ground his crotch against her. "It sure is!"
"Hey," she said after a while, wriggling and starting to pant. "We'd better check on the kids."
"Who needs 'em?" he growled, but they went up the steps, hand in hand.
They never did get around to checking the kids.
Not after what they found in their own bedroom, in their own bed.
What a handsome guy and what a perfectly lovely build, Nell Newton thought. Too bad they weren't down in Bermuda, instead of that homely couple we swapped with night before last, sort of in desperation! Now this stud I could groove on!
Christ almighty, Jim Newton thought, it's Sharon! Lord, that sexy piece is twice as sexy nekkid like this than she is in her clothes! What a dream come true! And balling in our bed, too! Wow! She obviously loves what she's doing-I can hear her sucking that dork of his!
"Mmmm-slurp-mmmm," Sharon was humming, working over Carl's pulsating penis in her favorite way. She slid it out of her mouth long enough to murmur, "Oh, Carl, darling ... I love you!"
"I love you, sweetheart," he said, "and we're for keeps. Now eat your dessert!"
"Um-hmmmmmm," she sighed, around a mouth stuffed full of thick, ardent, bulging cockstaff.
Meanwhile, a whispered, urgent conference was taking place just outside the door. Jim and Nell Newton nodded and, with shining eyes, started stripping.
Completely naked, slim and lithe and darkly sensuous, with fat nipples so dark they were more brown than red on the ends of the dangling sharp-tipped jugs riding her abdomen, Nell walked into the room first. She was barefoot and moved without a sound.
Straight up and beyond the head of the girl bent over his erect dick, Carl stared at the newcomer. Who the hell-? His mouth dropped open, but before he could say a word, the strange woman had lifted her finger to her lips, pursed them against it, and was shaking her glossy brunette head.
Frowning a little, he closed his mouth. He watched her tap Sharon on the shoulder.
"Ungh!" Sharon's head came up like a shot, hair flying and her eyes all bulging and glassy, like a couple of marbles trying to roll down her cheeks. She flung her head around to stare at the naked woman.
"M-Mrs. Newton!" she squeaked.
"Hi. Surprise. Just call me Nell, dear. After all, under the circumstances...." Waving a hand, Nell let her voice drift off.
Not only did Sharon blush, the rosy hue extended all the way down to her naked breasts. "The-the ... circum ... stances?"
"Sure." Nell tugged at her shoulder. "The circumstances being that I want a taste of that big tally whacker you're gorging yourself on. Move over, dear."
Sharon was almost in shock. "I-I-I...."
Nell looked past her, down at the sprawled Carl. His erection had wilted a bit.
"I'm Nell Newton," she said. "This is my bed."
There are some occasions when the best thing to say is nothing. This was one of them. Besides, Carl couldn't think of anything. "Gulp" was about it.
"I hardly expected to come home and find it in use, but don't you agree that I should get my way around here?"
Carl swallowed. He tried to nod, remembered that his head was against the bed, and opened his mouth. "Yes," he said weakly.
She patted Sharon's shoulder. It was quaking. Sharon stared at the floor, her hair streaming down.
"Tell her," Nell said.
"Sharon ... I, ah, think we'd better do just exactly what, ah, Nell says."
Nell nodded, smiling. She patted Sharon's shoulder. "Don't you agree, Sharon dear?"
The girl was trembling and covered with gooseflesh. "I-uh, ah, you-I ... I...." At last she nodded helplessly. "Y-yes."
"Good. Get out of the way and let me try the flavor of this cock."
Looking dazed, Sharon turned her sad face to Carl, then slid off the bed. Grinning, Nell knelt in the warm spot on the sheet between his out-stretched legs. She started bending toward his cock, then looked up at Sharon.
"Oh! This leaves you right out, doesn't it? What a shame! Come around here and stretch out on the bed. Be good, now. That's right. Now close your eyes. Tight. That's it."
As soon as Sharon was stretched out on her back with her eyes shut, Jim Newton came into the room, grinned, waved a hand jauntily at Carl, and moved in between Sharon's legs, on his knees.
She squealed and her eyes snapped open when he gave her cunt a big juicy lick. Then she lay there trembling, stiff as a board, staring at the ceiling.
"Uh-aaaahh," Carl grunted, when his now-limp prick was swiftly scooped up in a warm, wet, sexy mouth and Nell started running her tongue over it. Her hands, meanwhile, played with his balls and into the crack of his ass.
The shriveled hunk of flesh began to take on new life in her expert mouth,. It began to fatten up and lengthen.
Realizing that she was a more expert cocksucker and lover in general than his Sharon, Carl half-smiled. The woman sucking his organ must be thirty-four or-five. This is what he had to look forward to, with Sharon!
As though she knew exactly what he was thinking, Nell paused to let his long, swelling prick slide wetly out of her sensuous mouth.
"Experience," she murmured, "is the best teacher!"
At that same moment, Sharon's mouth flew open. "Oooooo-o-o-OO! Oh, my G-oooooohh! Ah, ah, ahahahuh-uh-uh! EEEYUNNNNNH!"
She began jerking and flailing her body and her hands went automatically to the dark head bent over her crotch. Her fingers ran into Jim's curly hair and tugged.
"Oh-oh-oh, w-w-wa-WAAOWWWmmmm!"
"Yes," Jim answered, his mouth around a mouthful of the longest clit he'd ever seen, "it must be!" He reached over and slapped his wife on the butt. She slapped his back. And started eating Carl again.
Carl and Sharon had been taken by surprise. But they were not old, or robots, or dead. And they would have had to be old, or dead, or unfeeling robots to have failed to respond to the kind of attention they were receiving.
The uninhibited couple working over them with their mouths had been married fifteen years, and had developed plenty of sexual expertise together. For the past several years they had learned how much fun, what a forbidden thrill it was, to practice that expertise on other partners. This was not the first time Jim and Nell had been in the same bed-with another couple. They were delighted.
Helplessly, so were Carl and Sharon.
Sharon came, screaming and drumming her feet on the bed, and Carl jerked his head that way in time to see the big dark man moving swiftly to mount her while her cunt was still clutched by orgasmic contractions.
Well, I've seen a boy do it, Carl thought. Now I'm about to see a man fuck my woman! And ... it's the boy's father! , Feeling her tender young pussy start stretching itself around a new cock, Sharon gasped: "Guh-mh-unnnGHHhh!"
The tight little hole he plugged into stretched the skin of his cock until Jim, too, groaned. Her gasping breath had become a long, continuous moan as, with her lover lying beside her having his meat eaten, the girl got a strange ramrod poked up her pussy.
Even though bereft of its maidenhead over a week ago, her tight sweet tunnel of flesh resisted the fierce pressure of his incoming meat.
Then, with a mutual gasp, their bodies joined. His big thick cock ran all the way up her.
He started running it in and out of her slippery cuntal sheath, fast and hard.
The sight and sound of it was too much for Carl. His hands shot out to grasp the large, oversoft jugs hanging loosely from Nell's chest. He pulled. Her finger slithered around in his asshole, then emerged with a suddenness that made him groan. Her teeth grated up off his cock. She stared at him, writhing and moaning a little as he tugged her tits.
Then she rose up on her knees, straddling him with her firm slim thighs. He grinned, looking down to see that she held the yawning yoke of her parted loins in a lovely, red-lipped display above his standing prick. The lips dangled a little, open and long and thick between her thighs.
Watching him, her tits dimpling in his rough grasp, she started moving down. Slowly she descended the tensed, pulsing thighs, until his blood-colored, swollen glans brushed the wonderfully fluffy bush of her pussy's gaping channel.
Beside them, her husband's hairy butt rose and fell above the tender crotch of the tender young girl he skewered into, relentlessly prodding and widening her vaginal burrow.
Nell moaned, sighed, and smiled down at her young lover's face.
His eyes were bright. He was flushed and his face strained with anticipation. He jiggled his loins, directly beneath hers.
She dropped onto him. Both of them grunted as his thick shaft rushed up into her moist inner heat. It swallowed him at a gulp. She sank on down, until her buttocks were flattened and splayed out over his thighs.
She started jerking her body up and down with a wild jumping bobbing of her long, pear-shaped tits. Beside them, her husband jerked his body up and down on the sinuous form spread out so beautifully and receptively beneath him.
All four of them began to be able to hear the sluicing sounds of hard, prodding cock-flesh going in and out of the wet pulsing heat of supple pussies. The slippery sounds were as salaciously exciting as the sight each couple had of the other, fucking.
Nell rode Carl's cock like a favorite horse. The firm, slightly dangling teardrops of her breasts bounced and trembled with her strong, self-impaling movements. The sweeping bucket of her hips writhed, adding more titillating pressure to his incoming cock, every bouncing time she took it up into her heated hole.
Sharon's eyes stared up at the owner of the strange cock balling her, wide and bright and glazed with sexual passion and rising lust. She was moving in unison with him, hunching with her entire pelvis, heaving up to meet him and panting beneath his plunging body.
Her eyes were bright, staring up at him and she groaned and humped.
Her body screwed itself onto his hot, hard shaft as it churned and steamed and thrust hard, in and out of her slippery pussy.
Twisting her head sidewise, the girl saw how her fucker's wife rode the shafting crotch of her fiance, and she thought: I'd like to do that. I will! I'll ride Carl's cock that way, often! I'll bet a man loves to be fucked!
She noted how Nell bounced harder and harder, jerking her sweating body up and down on the big flagpole of cock. Her flopping dangling tits seemed to go wild. Both Sharon and Carl could see the wet sheen of perspiration on the shiny skin between the older woman's prancing, jiggling knockers. They even slapped each other in her wild up and down bobbing.
Then Sharon's eyes went very wide.
She saw the hands of Carl-her man-leap out and clamp onto the other woman's rocking hips. He pulled, jerked, leaned-and both of them plunged off the side of the bed with a thumping-bumping noise that made Jim Newton turn and stare, even while running his own cunt-pleaser in and out of Sharon's squirming body.
Nobody was hurt. Now on top of the writhing woman, Carl did his best to drive his cock all the way through her pussy, into her cervix, up her womb, through her belly and into her throat. Her ecstatic shivers and clutching, pulling hands and hunching pelvis showed that she would be very happy to be impaled just that deeply.
Now Jim was giving plenty of attention to the over-sized thrust of Sharon's well-developed clit. Her ass bounced off the bed as she went wild in reaction. She ground her belly up at him in a maniacal response that made his steaming prick throb and jump in a helpless need to shoot off its cum.
She came with screaming moans and hard-thrashing body. Her tight cunt, so recently opened for the first time, contracted all around his straining tool. It was gripped in a hot wet fleshy vise.
Then he stiffened, jerked, and went stiff. He shuddered as his balls blew up. His stiff hard shaft started shooting its jism into the girl's squirming pussy.
At almost the same moment, Carl's excited tool started spitting its own cum into the wet hole in the belly of the other man's wife. She grinned, feeling it coming, and all she had to do was reach down and wiggle her finger over her clitoris. Seconds later she was cumming too, and their organs reached their climax together in a mingling of flowing juices.
A very few moments later, the men had conferred and were enjoying a perversely exciting experience. They sat side by side on the bed, gazing down at the kneeling women whose sweet delightful mouths Worked hard over their pricks.
Sharon licked and sucked and cleaned away the male and female cum juice that coated Carl's cock, so recently pulled out of another woman's hot wet hole.
Kneeling right beside her, Nell performed the identical task on her husband's thick prick. Her loving mouth and flickering, swinging tongue tasted both his cum and Sharon's hot pussy.
A short time later, slippery wet darting tongues were tasting cunts, cocks, and squirming assholes as all four of them wallowed and moaned on the bed. Salacious slurping noises rose about them,, along with the steamy hot smell of sex, and none of the four could be quite sure whose mouth was working on whom, from one moment to the next.
Peeping through the small crack in the partially open door, Kitty stared at them while she fingered her sweet, almost-hairless, young pussy.
Wow, the girl thought, Daddy! I never even thought about him! What a beautiful big red whang he's got, and how both Mom and Sharon love it! Wow! I wonder ... I wonder if Mom and Daddy would let Jordy and me ... get together with them? They sure could teach us a lot!
Then her excitement got the better of her, and just as Carl sort of twisted and jerked over and sent his cock flowing up Sharon's asshole, while Nell licked his own anal mouth and Jim worked hard to get his cock into Sharon too, from the other direction, Kitty took off down the hall to her brother's room to get herself laid.
Next door, Blanche McConnell bent forward to stare out the window and across the short intervening space and into the Newtons' bedroom window.
Her husband Duff was watching too, crouching behind her with his hands around her, playing with her dangling, swinging jugs. Now that they had discovered the new game and experimented a bit, both of them loved what he was doing right now: cruising his big hard cockpole in and out of his wife's upturned asshole while she squirmed on it-and while both of them watched the four sexual participants next door.
"I never knew the Newtons were so sexy." she gasped.
"Neither did I," Duff said, leaning in to thump his prodding prong way up her tightly slim little rectal tunnel. "Well sure be getting together with them, huh!" He was eyeing Nell Newton's beautiful up-turned ass as she licked the wildly-fucking Carl.
"Yeah," she says, "and won't Carl and Sharon be happy, now they've learned so much!" She grinned, remembering the handsome, gut-tightening sight of Jim Newton's lovely big cock before it had vanished up Sharon's cunt to stroke Carl's through her thin inner walls.
Staring, thinking, musing on pleasant times to come, Blanche wiggled her prick-filled ass.
"And about six months from now," Duff murmured behind her, "once the new wears off their marriage, we'll just get together with Carl and Sharon Davis, too!"
