They were watching a hot porno film. In glorious, living color-it was certainly a dilly. It showed a large cocked gent stuffing his nose and chin into a woman's snatch. His face was glistening with her cunt juices. They got so excited by the onscreen action, that he turned her around and ramming his cock into her pussy, fucked her doggie-style. Like there was no tomorrow!
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, take it really slow now!" Freddi Sims breathed. "I'm almost ready to come!"
Carl Holt grimed acid rested. He hadn't had his cock in this long legged fox in quite a while. She was dressed like a man most of the time, pretending to be the husband of Ella, the luscious young redhead.
It was a forgery he didn't like, but the plan was necessary in this northern California straight-laced village, where the business of teaching music was doing very well indeed.
At least it was necessary for him, because he liked variety in the bedroom, and he had it. His wife Dotty was on the top- of the list, naturally. Then came Ella and finally Freddi.
The two 'couples' had one of the most impressive big homes in Seaside. Each one of the four had his or her own studio, with double living space at the back and on the second floor. Villagers considered it wonderful that two young married couples could be so cooperative.
Freddi, with her boyish build, long legs, wide shoulders and rather smallish tits, had no problems with being 'male.' She enjoyed it. Townspeople thought 'he' was so charming! She was also damn good fucking.
Carl's Cunts, as he thought of them to himself, accepted his dominant place in the home. If any one of them didn't like it, it was down the road, baby.
He was fucking them one at a time now, but he was working them gradually toward a party situation. Carl, at thirty-three, had been a male model in his younger years. A real southern California swinger. Times had gotten a little rough.
But he still had his looks, his body, his knowledge of music and his ten inch prick. At San Francisco he had put his 'package' together and had taken his cunts farther north to Seaside. In some ways it was a dull fucking life. People here did their small town things, surf fishing, boat fishing and acting sanctimonious.
"Ohhh, I'm ready now, Carl!" Freddi whined, her long legs swinging back farther. She had a naturally tight cunt, and he probed it carefully with his cock. It was Sunday, a no work time, and Dotty and Ella had gone down to Crescent City to shop. A little. They both knew he'd be horning Freddi. They got all the thick cock they wanted; sharing was what this setup was all about.
Carl made her wait a bit longer. He nuzzled her cute little firm tits, watching the expression of rapture on her pixie face. Her boyish hairdo didn't bug him. She put on girlish makeup when he got in her panties.
"Ohhh, please, Carl!" she whined. "I sure need this one!"
"Okay, baby, get your nuts off!" he growled.
She gasped, he stroked deep three times, and she went off. Her vivid leg shakes, the arch of her tits and the slight but delicious tightening of her cunt, almost sucked his load. He didn't intend to squirt for quite a while. Freddi usually needed about four good orgasms. He would have his squirt for her final go-off. Not that he couldn't get it up again. He never liked to exhaust himself; with two other cunts in the house you never could tell when one of them would get the hots.
"Ohhh, that's good!" she breathed, softening.
"You're improving, Freddi," he chuckled, kissing a pointy little breast tip.
She cooed and arched her boobs up for his delectation. Her fine snug pussy twitched around his ten incher.
"Now, you get on top-," he chuckled. "You need practice."
"Oh, damn you!" she giggled. "I'm not as limber as Ella."
"How do you know Ella fucks on top-?" he asked.
"She told me," Freddi purred.
Ella was the seductive young redhead, barely twenty. She taught violin. Freddi was the guitar instructor and Carl and Dotty handled the piano and keyboard pupils. Five days a week they were all busy. The Holt Music Studio had gained quite a reputation.
"You get the hang of it, and you'll really go-go," Carl said. "You can time your climaxes better."
"Oh, all right!" she giggled.
He lifted up and hauled his cock out of Freddi's brown-haired cunt. She stared at his prick, wide-eyed.
"I don't see how all that cock goes in me!" she breathed.
"I'll explain it some time," he chuckled. He sank down on his back and she crawled over above him. He had run into several girls as leggy as Freddi, and all had turned into fine top- fuck artists. Girls who loved fucking caught on quickly enough!
She balanced on both knees and her left arm, trying to guide his cock up into her slit. He helped her. As his meat began squeezing up into her slick, wet cunt, she moaned with delight.
"Ohhhh, you stud, you!"
"Nice silky pussy," he murmured.
She trembled, her ass came down and his prick went all the way upward into her hot, shivery cunt. He drew her knees in at his sides. Her wide smile, her flush of pleasure, made him feel extremely fine.
He had never lacked for cunt since his early teens. Girls and women looked at him with lust in their eyes. He had grown up at Santa Barbara, one of the Pussy Plenty centers of southern California. His father, living at Phoenix now, was still in real estate, and he had taught Carl the ins and outs.
Carl had his California broker's license, al-though he hadn't been active recently. Music was his central interest--and cunt. Especially cunt. He had been broken in at twelve by a visiting distant cousin of thirty:-Five or so. She had caught him one afternoon when. his parents were gone, she had lured him into the guest bedroom and had had him fucked in less than fifteen minutes.
It had been ten times more exciting than jacking off!
The buxom cousin had stayed long enough to give him a good beginning education in sex, and he had never forgotten. In later years he realized his parents had known all about it, and had encouraged cousin Nell to initiate him into fucking. Great!
Freddi began to stroke her beautiful narrow ass, and he cuddled her cute, pointy tits in his hands. Too bad she had to hide them most of the time. She liked the part she played, though. Men around town considered Freddi a sissy, and she stayed away from then, naturally. Exposure would mean he'd have to set up shop in some other city. Things were good here.
He had several young, fresh piano pupils who were ready to fuck any time he gave the word, but the one he had a hard-on for lived right next door with her not bad looking aunt. The girl's name was Marci Evans, and she was one of the most seductive twats he had seen in a long time.
She was tall, leggy and slightly plump, with flashing dark eyes and amazing tits. She worked at a bank down town. Her aunt Helen Wood had inherited enough money to live on comfortably. She had given Carl the old signal several times. 'It's here if you want it, big man.'
Marci was shy, though. She wanted prick the worst way, but wouldn't hand out any bold come-on glances the way her aunt Helen did. He had the distinct impression that Marci, at nineteen, was a virgin.
He wanted to pluck that sweet, ripe cherry. She learned quickly on the piano, a bright chick. No boyfriends. Helen appeared to have no 'steady' either. A whole lot of cunt going to waste right next door. And he was going to do something about it.
"Ohhh, I do like it up here, Carl!" Freddi gasped, pumping faster. "Hold me, I'm coming! Ohhhhh!"
"Come, baby, come hard!" he urged, tensing his prick. He wasn't worrying about getting off too soon with the girl on top-.
"Uhhh, ohhh, ohhhh!" Freddi cried, her ass flying. Her cute face twisted, her tits jiggled in his hands, and her good snug little cunt twitched lightly with the beat, beat, beat of her fun drum. Very gooood.
She finished with a swift flurry, and sagged forward, panting against his throat. He cuddled her ass while she hunched through her goodies. Her thighs pressed at his body, she rolled her tits against his chest.
"Very good, Freddi," he murmured.
She giggled. She was a good natured pussy, obviously glad to act girlish after five days of acting like a young man. Dotty had picked her from a long list of applicants. The most difficult feature was simple; the girl had to be willing to share in a three-girl, one man, household.
"How did you talk your wife into this kind of setup, anyway?" Freddi asked, resting, her cunt oozing juice down on his nuts.
"With this," he chuckled, flexing his cock.
"Animal!" she purred.
"A man like me needs lots of pussy," he said, truthfully.
"Oh, I know!" she sighed. "They fall all over you, any age. You could be a rich gigolo if you wanted to go that route."
"I like to be my own man, Freddi," he said . . .
Freddi returned to her top- riding pose, her cunt aching. God, how she loved his big, long thick cock! She really didn't object to Carl's 'arrangement' There were times of the month when she didn't care for sex at all. Being married would pose problems; men wanted steady cunt at home. They would put up with the usual rough week and lay off, but that was it.
Dotty was slightly off and on herself. She said she appreciated a couple of girls around to take off the 'pressure.' Carl was a stud who needed a lot of cunt. Dotty admitted that keeping Carl satisfied was beyond her capabilities. Freddi and Ella were free to leave any time. It was not like they were concubines; they earned their own money and shared in expenses.
Freddi certainly hadn't known much about fucking before joining in with Carl and Dotty. After leaving home at nineteen she had played guitar in a traveling country-western band. Her voice wasn't good, so she had drifted up to San Francisco and found a job serving drinks in a cocktail lounge.
Guys she let get in her panties simply hadn't done much for her. She enjoyed masturbating, however, and still did, occasionally. But her first 'date' with Carl had opened her eyes! He knew how to do things to heat her up good and make her come several times!
She was practical enough not to 'fall in love' with him. That would be ridiculous! Who needed that?
Slowly she began to go after her next climax. She would play it along this time! He'd been encouraging her to 'drag out' the fun during a fuck. She certainly did when she played with herself. Yes, Carl was a special man. His cock went up in her so far! He had awakened a zone of her body she hadn't ever been aware of, a deep tender spot that triggered fantastic sensations!
Since he had started fucking her she had found that all of her sex was better, including her 'self gratification.' Her clit had more sensitivity, and her breasts were more 'into' it. Also she felt better. She had more bounce Getting banged real good now and then was better than exercise and diets and vitamins!
"That's the way to fuck, Freddi," Carl encouraged.
"You taught me how!" she giggled.
"Such a pleasant activity," he chuckled, fondling her tits. "Girls should at least know what to do with a big, hard cock."
"You're awful!" she breathed, stroking again and again. Oh, she really wanted to come now, but she held back. It was more fun this way! Her cunt had a way of clinging tightly to his cock, and when it twitched with her orgasm she often had the impression that she was going to faint!
A few more lingering thrusts. Honeyed tingles fanned out through her pelvis, her clit was achy, her nipples stiff and tender. Stroke, stroke, stroke! Ohhhhh! She tried pausing one more time, and couldn't. She was starting her goodies!
"Come good and hard, baby!" he muttered, flexing his huge cock. "You're getting my nuts off!"
"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered, fucking swiftly. "Yes, Carl! Yesss! Come with me!"
Usually he waited longer, but whenever it happened, she adored it! He gripped her tits tightly, his face twisted, his big prick throbbed! A harsh groan of animal pleasure broke from his throat. Her cunt fluttered and tightened delectably! She was humping and crying out and having her fun, fun, fun! That deep-in tender zone of her cunt sent waves of rapture all through her body.
"Ughhhh!" he growled, thrusting upward. "Fuuuuuck! That's real good cuuuunt!"
She finished the best part of her climax and fell forward, panting and shivering. She was used to his harsh words, they didn't matter any more. What she was feeling certainly did! She hunched and writhed, smelling his jism. She slid her breasts across his tanned chest, alive to his exotic animal appeal, aware of a deep satisfaction that nothing else had ever touched. He was simply an artist in bed, he had 'brought her out,' turned her into a responsive bedmate.
"Oh, I adore this, Carl!" she giggled, hunching playfully. His cock was still hard, although not as thick as before.
"You pulled it right out of me, baby," he said, patting her on the ass. "After while are you going to suck my cock and get it good and hard again?"
She never had performed oral. Several guys she'd fucked during her country music phase had asked her to eat cock, but she had refused. Not one of them had offered to go down on her!
"I will if you'll do the same for me!" she breathed.
"Hey, naturally!" he said. He didn't seem to 'lose it' right after going off, like most guys. "I'm surprised, Freddi."
"We're going to have to get to know each other better, stud," she purred. "You just never asked!"
He chuckled. "We'll take turns at the bathroom and get it on, huh?"
"The sooner the better!" she giggled. She lifted up and stared down between her opened thighs. She loved to see his cock emerge from her cunt, streaked with jism and her pussy juices. Globs of his come stuff nestled in his pubic hair. He shot a lot of it! She giggled, rolled away and slid off the bed, moving toward the rest room.
She was going to have her very first oral! She would suck her very first prick! Here she was, twenty-four already, and she hadn't been any-where. She planned to remedy that situation!
Carl stretched out and grinned. Give a hot pussy enough rope and she'd go right along! He wasn't sure why he hadn't gotten around to sucking Freddi's cunt. He and Dotty had been into oral for several years. That blonde sexpot really went for it.
His pretty wife had her limitations, though. She had told him several times she appreciated a rest while he enjoyed Ella and Freddi. Dotty knew he needed pussy aplenty. They had a fine relationship.
Freddi came prancing out of the john, and he slid off the bed, grabbing her as she wiggled nearer. She melted in, trembling. Their mouths locked, her tongue flew. He fondled her sweet, firm ass, inhaling her girlish aromas, the smell of ripe cunt.
"Mmmmmm!" she whined, arching her crotch at his swelling prick. He had used a towel on it, he was fairly clean. Her tongue continued to dive and swirl in his mouth.
Her puffy, clinging lips came free. "You don't have to go in the bathroom, Carl! I want it now!"
"Good!" he muttered, leading her to the bed. "Stretch out on your back and let's start eating."
"Oh, this is exciting!" she giggled.
She moved down, legs wide apart, and he crawled above her, turn-around style. He opened his legs above her head, and she had his cock in her right hand in no time at all. He looked down at her cute, freshened cunt. Yeahhhh.
He didn't believe her story about never having had oral. It seemed incredible. He might never know, either, because some girls went for it like they were born for it. Nobody had to tell a chick how to mouth kiss, and sucking cock seemed to come naturally, also.
Anyway, he was in for a feast . . .
CHAPTER TWO
Freddi shivered as Carl began kissing her cunt. It was so intimate and special! He flicked his tongue between her labia and stings of pleasure made her quake with anticipation. Holding his prick and touching her lips to his swollen cockhead was just super delish! The cloying aroma from his nuts and crotch was like a shot of high-powered aphrodisiac; she moaned with delight!
Slowly she opened her lips and dropped her jaw and took his big cockhead into her eager mouth. Ohhhh! His tongue was dipping farther into her cunt, and she trembled with excitement. Now he fastened his lips around her clit, sucking gently.
Love it, love it! she thought, tipping her cunt higher. Why have I waited so long for this? I never ran into the right guy! Carl is pulling the fun right out of my cattle! It isn't like being prick fucked, but it sure is different and delicious!
She took more of his cockmeat into her eager mouth, and his tongue shot deeper into her trembling cunt. The tingles of joy increased, she moaned with pleasure. His hips lifted slightly. She had room now to mouth fuck his prick! Her head went up and down, his cock tensed, his big nuts started drawing up.
Pausing, she watched his balls. They dropped slowly back in their sac. She didn't want to have him come again this soon! All she had heard about fellatio indicated a man could get off really fast. None of that quickie stuff today! She wanted the whole thing . . .
Carl sipped Freddi's cunt juices and savored every sexy drop. He liked the way she was sucking cock. A few glides, then a pause. Nothing this damn good should be rushed! Her clit was longer than he had guessed from fingering it. That little female penis was standing up and begging for more teases.
As he continued to dally with her clit, she moaned fiercely. She was coming! Quickly he lifted his hips. He didn't want any teeth marks in his prick. A girl going into an orgasm could easily clamp her jaw shut!
"Ohhhh!" she cried, her clit pulsing in his lips. "Ohhhh! Oh, it's so good!"
He watched her long legs quiver, her pointy tits arched up against his belly, and the quick pulsing of her girlie cock sent thrills through his being. If she hadn't lied, this was her first mouth-suck orgasm. Damned if she didn't act like it.
"Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" she whimpered, getting through the best of her goodies. "Oh, Carl! That's just dreamy!"
He continued sucking until the shivers faded. Her legs dropped. He lifted his mouth and swung around to lie at her right, cupping her cunt in his play hand.
She'd got his cock back up hard again, and she'd gone off on his mouth, so the rest would be good old regular fucking. Who could knock that? He pressed her brown-haired snatch and leaned above her, taking a stiff brown nipple in his lips. Mmmmmmm.
Freddi gripped his prick in her pinkies and giggled. "Oh, why did you stop- eating me, stud?"
He ran his best finger slickly into her cunt. "I really like fucking the best."
"You were just afraid I'd make you go off!" she purred.
He laughed. "The main thing is, do you like sucking my cock?"
"Love it!" she cooed. "This really is my first time, sucking."
"Good," he grinned. He crawled over between her legs and she spread wide, curving her crotch up for his cock.
"I bet you've lapped a lot of pussy," she breathed, as his knob started into her fleshed-out cunt.
"I'm not saying. Up in your cunt is real fine. You like that, too, Freddi?"
"Ohh, yes!" she giggled. "Do it to me any time!"
Carl adjusted his hands and knees, lowered his head to her pretty, coned-up tits, and began to fuck her.. .
Marci Evans relaxed in the shade of the big maple tree and wished she had a boyfriend. She liked to lie out here on weekends, wearing only a bikini. She took the sun sparingly, she already had a smooth light tan.
A high wooden fence surrounded her aunt Helen's back yard, although the top- story of the Holt house was visible through the trees, and several windows faced her way. She wished Carl Holt would be interested enough to look over at her!
He was simply the sexiest man she had ever seen. Taking piano lessons from him was almost painful! After almost every lesson she came back home later, went to her room, and masturbated furiously! After being that close to him her orgasms were sweeter than usual.
Thinking about him now was tingling her cunt; she would have to play with herself again. If only she wasn't so shy! She had a good figure, prominent breasts, long legs and a nice rounded butt. She was nineteen, ripe, and still a virgin.
Working in the local bank had not helped her cause with the guys. She dressed very conservatively. The branch manager was a fussy old fart; he was not too wild about hiring females at all, but few men would work for the wages they offered.
Her aunt Helen was looking for a bedmate, too. Helen was not really Marci's aunt, just a distant cousin; but it didn't matter. They got along well, sharing expenses. Helen had a nice inherited income. She was thirty-two now, and 'over the hill' for most men. Her first and only marriage had ended in divorce.
Marci picked up her sun bathing things and walked into the house. Helen was gone some-where. Marci went upstairs to her room. She locked her door, just in case, and removed her bikini. Oh, her pussy really itched! Dozing in the shade, dreaming about Carl, had dampened her cunt. She crawled on the bed and spread her long, rounded thighs.
The next time I have a piano lesson I'm going to flirt with him! she thought, fitting her right hand on her cunt. He has a cute blonde wife, Dotty, but I don't care! I want him, I want him to break my cherry and drill me good!
The big lump in his pants indicated he was really 'hung' He liked her looks, too. She'd caught him staring at her thrusty tits. She wore tight fitting blouses or snug jerseys when she had her music lessons.
Marci brought her left hand up to her breasts. When she began turning on her boobs firmed and turned into tumid cones. Her dark nipples became very stiff and tender. Ummmmm! She loved to play with her tits. A girl wasn't sexy without a good, big set.
She pressed her tingling cunt and jiggled her palm. Ohhhhh! It was really sharp and good today. Slowly, now. Make the fun last! She thought about the last guy she'd dated, a traveling bank rep. He'd been too old for her, at around forty, but some of the girls she knew said older men were more experienced.
At dinner he hi rubbed his knees against hers under the table, and had wanted to go from dinner straight to 'her place.' She had revolted. She'd found out later he had stayed at a very cheap motel and hadn't wanted her to see it.
Crude bastard!
Ohhhh, her fun was happening! She placed a finger on each side of her clit and wiggled her hand swiftly! Yes, yessss! Ohhh! The stinging lances of delight drew up her legs, down from her hand-played tits and out the tip of her clitoris, pulse after pulse.
"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered loudly. "Ohhhh, damn!"
The bed creaked as she bucked and strained for the rest of her goodies. Twinges of relief bathed her crotch, her nipples lost some of their stiffness, and she rested, breathing hard. She let go of her girlie cock and cupped her entire cunt, thrusting slowly against her hand.
She knew Carl would know how to get the most out of her!
Helen Wood, her ear against the bedroom door, behind which Marci was having her pussy fun, felt a rage of lust in her own cunt. She had crept silently into the house after seeing that Marci was not out back on a blanket. Helen loved to eavesdrop, she was just naturally sneaky. She had lurked over around the Holt house a few times, after dark, hoping to overhear someone fucking. Those two young couples surely did a lot of it!
Helen dropped her right hand to her crotch, hugging her cunt. Marci fascinated Helen in a way that was definitely wrong, but Helen couldn't help it. She had liked the idea of lesbian sex ever since her early childhood, and it was the main reason her marriage had failed.
Don had come home early one day and had found her in bed with a neighbor girl. This had happened at San Jose, before she had inherited this house and some money from a relative back last. Seaside was a very 'straight' community, and Helen hadn't had a woman fuck since moving here.
She wanted to hump Marci. How nice it would be if she and her distant cousin could enjoy each other! Marci was hard up, or she wouldn't be boxing her cunt so often. But Marci had a big thing for Carl Holt. He was indeed a real hunk, and Helen would certainly fall over for him.
Certain men appealed to her; she wasn't a total lezzie.
Now the bed was sighing again. Marci was going after another climax. Helen pressed her cunt mound and shivered. She would have to masturbate, too. She pictured young Marci, all sprawled out, fondling her tits and pussy, tasting the delights of self pleasure.
"Ohhh!" Marci cried, as the bed sounds quickened. "Ohhh!"
She certainly comes fast! Helen thought, curling her cunt mound at her hand. I have to figure out some way to get in her panties. Seeing her around the house in undies and next to nothing is real torture! She's so damn naive. I do believe she's still a virgin. I don't care about that. I just want to fuck her!
"Oh, oh, ohhh!" came plaintively from Marci's bedroom. The bed springs creaked loudly. She was having her funnnnn! Pangs of achy passion gripped Helen's crotch, she hunched at her fingers. Ohhhh, she was almost ready for her own goodies! She wore pants and a blouse. Only thin panties and the crotch of the pants was between her fingers and her cunt.
She loved to bring her breasts into her pleasure trips, but that wouldn't do now. She wore bras, because her tits were fairly large and women her age didn't walk around town with their boobs jiggling, the way the young girls did.
Her hand worked faster on her cunt mound. Marci was starting to quicken her pace again. That girl really enjoyed herself! Helen jiggled her palm, her cunt arched forward, and she began her goodie trip! She almost cried out!
But something did happen, just as she finished her quickie. Her right shoulder struck the door! She moved swiftly away, toward the stairway! She couldn't tell whether Marci had stopped whipping her cunt; she had to get away! She crept out the back door. She went to her car, opened the door, and slammed it noisily.
Then she came into the house, making the usual sounds of arrival. She sank into a chair in the living room, rubbing her cunt, enjoying a few delayed twinges of relief. Damn! What would Marci think? Well, it's my house, Helen thought. I can be wherever I want to be! I'll deny everything! Tonight I'll have my fun the way I usually do, with lots of nice teasing and playing. I'll fuck Marci yet! I'll fuck her and eat her, too . . .
Marci rested on her bed, an awful feeling of guilt sweeping through her being. That suspicious sound on her door could indicate only one thing. Snoopy Helen had sneaked into the house and had been eavesdropping!
She drew her hands from her tender breasts and her puffy cunt. She left the bed and went into the bathroom, her face still hot with shame. Why should she feel this way? Girls had been relieving themselves as long as men had; they were just more secretive about it.
Helen was surely masturbating, too. She had no boyfriend, she was fairly attractive and sensual looking. Oh, to hell with Helen! Who cared what she did? Slipping over to the Holt house at night, peeking in windows. She probably wanted Carl as badly as she, Marci, wanted him!
One thing did bother Marci about their living arrangement. Helen liked to parade around the house in sheer undies and panty and bra outfits, as if inviting admiration from Marci. Marci was aware of girl-girl sex, she'd been 'propositioned' a few times. The idea was not really revolting or offensive, she simply thought about men, not girls.
Only a few weeks earlier Marci had found a girlie magazine on the coffee table which depicted females having sex, and apparently enjoying it. Helen had bought it and left it lying around, natch. At least they never talked about it.
As Marci made her body fresh she realized that she was still halfway turned on. She had been rudely interrupted in her fun trip. There would be other times soon. Anyway, on Monday she had her weekly piano lesson from Carl. She wanted to be totally 'ready' if he ever made a pass at her!
She hugged her cunt and shivered . . .
"One more, Freddi," Carl urged, staring up at the leggy tomboy. "You need a big one!"
"Oh, damn it, I've had about five biggies already!" Freddi sighed, resting. His cock was buried up in her juicy cunt, she did indeed look rather pooped, but he wanted to watch her get off one more time. He'd had his squirt, he could enjoy feeling her and watching her. She climaxed with such gusto!
He teased her stiff nipples and flexed his prick. She shivered, her face began to twist, and she started thrusting. He liked to kid her about how inexperienced she was, but actually she had a more abandoned ass bounce than either Dotty or Ella.
Some girls just never did learn how to work their hips in coital movements. They had spent so many years being 'nice and proper' that the idea of cooperative fucking never developed. Too many chicks just rested on their butt and let the man do all the stroking.
"Ohhhh, Carl!" Freddi whined, hunching faster. "Ohhhh, hold me tight! Uhhhhh! It's coming!"
"Come big, baby," he urged. "Come hard around my prick!"
Her cute tits peaked out, her face contorted, her head swung back and she shimmied her hips for the goodies. He felt the passion unwind in her body. Her cunt twitched, her legs tightened at his sides, and she shouted as the sensations spread through her leggy young figure. Damn goooood! Her final hard thrusts put a wide grin on his face.
"Oh, now I am pooped!" she breathed, eyes closed. The tremors of her after fun continued a few more seconds. He drew her down, patting her ass. He'd had about enough hot cunt. He didn't have to be hoggish; there was plenty of it around, available. Life was good.
CHAPTER THREE
"You're doing very well with your lessons, Marci," Carl Holt said. He stood behind her. She sat on the piano bench in front of the old upright, and his nearness made her shiver, as usual.
"Oh, I'm glad, Mr. Holt!" she gushed nervously.
She had worn very tight pants and a snug jersey, and her tits poked away out. He could hardly keep his eyes off them!
"Call me, Carl, please," he murmured, leaning down so his lips were not too far from her left ear. The big house was very quiet; usually the sounds of pianos, violins or guitars could be heard. Monday, was a slow day, evidently.
"Well, if you want me to," Marci said. Her pussy was wet, her clit ached!
"What would you say if I gave you a little kiss, Marci?" he whispered right in her ear.
"Oh!" she gasped. "I--I'd love it!"
"Don't tell anyone," he murmured. "You know how this town is."
"I sure do!" she breathed.
"Would you meet me sometime, away from Seaside?" he said, his hands now resting on her shoulders. His touches sent stings of excitement up and down her body!
"Yes!" she breathed.
"I'll set it up and call you," he said.
She remembered how snoopy and inquisitive Helen was. "Let me call you, Carl."
"Good," he sale. He sat beside her on the piano bench and his left arm slid around her waist. Ohhhh! As he aimed his mouth at hers, she shuddered and opened her eager lips. He claimed her mouth, his tongue stroked boldly inward and she whined with joy!
It was just as exciting as she had anticipated, only more so! His mouth burrowed into hers, his right hand lifted to her breasts. He cupped her right tit cone, and stings of arousal chased from her mouth and breast down to her cunt.
Her arms shot around his neck, she arched her tits toward him. He lifted her jersey and began molding her tender breast cones, her hardening nipples. Ohhhh, she was wild with passion! She had dreamed of something like this so many times that the lush reality was almost more than she could bear!
She moaned as his tongue stroked in her mouth. He fondled her breasts with more purpose, he squeezed them and pressed them until she was shaking with lust. Suddenly she knew she was going to come! It was happening! He knew it! He mashed his mouth against hers, he shot his right hand down to her crotch. She opened her thighs. Just as she went off he shaped her cunt mound with his knowing fingers. She broke her mouth free and cried out!
Her hips jiggled against his hand, she panted and trembled as the goodies raged in her cunt and clit!
"Hey, you sweet thing, you!" he murmured, holding her tightly. "You've been needing this, haven't you, Marci?"
She panted in her aftermath and nodded. "Yes, I sure have. Carl! Ohhhh, I hate to leave now!"
"You call me soon, sweetie," he said. Not far away a door opened and voices intruded. He let go of her and moved from the piano bench. Marti adjusted her jersey, still quaking, and stood. Carl winked at her. She blushed and moved quickly out of the studio.
Walking home, the rub of her thighs together, the motion of her hips, brought twinges of sexual excitement. She was still in her after-come! Once in the house she rushed up to her room. Helen's car was gone, so surely she was too.
Marci locked her bedroom door, yanked her jersey over her head, dropped her pants and spread herself out on the bed. Her cunt was still tingly, her breasts were coned and tender. She left her panties on. When she was really excited she sometimes nicked her tender labia with a fingernail!
Gripping her achy cunt in her right hand, she began shaping her breasts with her left hand. Ohhhhh! It was so rich and good she whined with pleasure.
He kissed me, played with my tits, he wants me! she thought, shivering. I went off! My God! It happened so fast! He's a tiger, all right. I never climaxed that way before! Ohhhhh!
I have a day off next Monday, but I can't wait that long. We can go out at night. I'll call him tomorrow! I wish I'd reached down and touched his crotch! I'm nuts about him! I want him to drill me clear full of jism! I'm on the pill and he can fuck me till the cows come home!
She started rubbing her tingling cunt and playing with her tits. Her breasts were taut with need, her nipples longer than she'd ever seen them. Her clit was like a hot blade between her upper labia. Each touch on it sent sugary thrills through her pelvis.
Carefully she began to build her passion toward her next crest of sensation. She imagined they were on a blanket, out in the woods, and he was kissing her mouth and playing with her heated body. Her hips curled toward her toying fingers. Just a few more hand wiggles . . . a few more tit squeezes . . . and ohhhhhh, it was coming!
She yelled! If Helen was hiding somewhere, let her hear it! The nuances of delight were fantastic! Pang after heavenly pang leaped from the tip of her clit! Her inner vagina ached for deep virile penetration! Her breasts jiggled as the quirts of sexual expression exploded in her loins and tits.
How wonderful it would be when he did this . . .
Carl stretched on his back and tensed his prick, watching his blonde wife Dotty prepare for a little fun time. She didn't need cock too often, but when she got the hots it was a delightful experience.
It was Tuesday evening. The previous afternoon with Marci had been interesting. A few kisses and some tit play, and wham! That girl was ready, man. At the bank she acted prim and businesslike, and the fine points of her figure were hardly visible. But when she came for a piano lesson she 'let it all hang out.
What a pair of knockers! Firm as ripe melons, peaked into alluring cones, surmounted by long, thick nipples. Fine long legs, a beautiful ass. A bit on the plump side, but some good steady fucking would trim her right down. But he wouldn't be the stud to satisfy all of her needs. He'd take a shot at her, and maybe pluck some cherry fruit, and that would be that.
Dotty, wearing only a thin, black wrapper, bounced on the bed and crawled above him, bedding her big ripe tits against his chest, her naked cunt mashed to his cockroot.
"That girl text door sure wants to fuck you, Carl," Dotty giggled. "Are you going to give her a little?"
"How did you know about that?" he said, flexing his cock.
"Oh, I peeked yesterday afternoon. Shame on you! Making her come and then sending her home!"
He laughed. "I take it you wouldn't care."
"Darling, how could I?" she purred, rolling her cunt against his meat. "We made an agreement. Just be careful, or something like fucking Marci could spoil our whole setup."
He cupped her ass cheeks, and she trembled. Her ripe, thick lips settled on his mouth, her tongue danced and stroked. He felt the hunching muscles bunch in her butt. She was twenty-six, but she looked much less. She went to an exercise class down town, she kept in shape. She thought she was an excellent top-rider, but Freddi had them all beat. That leggy brunette really had it.
Satisfied with mouth kissing, Dotty . backed away and crouched on hands and knees so she could suck his prick. Oddly, she didn't care to be eaten. She liked to have her clit played with, and her cunt, but no tongues in there. Ella, the dainty redhead, adored being eaten. No two cunts were alike, which made it more interesting. He intended to eat Marci.
Dotty kissed the head of his prick, and a bubble of slickum oozed out. She giggled, sipping it into her lips. She took more cock into her mouth, pumping her head slowly up and down.
"Yeahhhh," he grinned. "That's damn good, baby."
She whined, pausing. Her tits were firming, her nipples erecting. A fainty sex flush showed on her cheeks and throat. Her smooth light blonde's complexion let her emotions be clearly displayed.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her tongue coiling around below the head of his dong. She knew that the rough top- of her tongue was not the place for his tender cockhead.
"Going to roll your tits on it?" he murmured.
She nodded, his cock came out of her mouth with a little soft, wet 'plop,' and she leaned forward, bringing her fine, rounded breasts against his cockshaft. He liked this drill almost as much as having his meat mouth-sucked. She tit-played his cock with joyful enthusiasm.
Finally she swung her body around so he could reach her cunt. As the tit-cock play continued, he fingered and fondled her twat. She was puffed and slick, her clit as stiff as her pink, long nipples. In and out went his best finger.
"Ohhh, I love it!" she breathed.
"Aren't you ready for cock up in there?" he chuckled.
"Uhhhh, yessss!" she gasped. She wheeled her body and crawled into her mounting pose. She fastened her tender cunt to his knob with practiced ease. She shook wildly as his cock eased up into silky hot cunt.
"Uhhhh, ohhhhh!" she whispered, stroking down swiftly.
His cockhead struck pay dirt. She gasped and hunched and her little fun gun began shooting. She whimpered, hunching swiftly, her tits rolling in his hands, her face a mask of lust.
"Uhhh, ohhhh, damn!" she cried. "I need this, honey! OHHH!"
Her vivid strokes as her orgasm trembled her body were surely better than usual! His knob was hitting deep and hard. She yelped as the fun continued. Her pussy twitched lightly at the finish. She fell forward, mashing her tits into his chest.
He squeezed her ass and tensed his prick. He was a long way from squirting, he would join her when she had completed her fun trip. She was warm and cuddly, breathing evenly now, tasting the relief after a good, big climax . . .
Dotty wished she wasn't so completely 'hooked' on Carl. Should any proper wife let her husband have other girls without a word of protest? Yes, but she wasn't exactly 'proper' and he wasn't the ordinary husband! He had taken her out of a sordid setup in San Francisco and had given her a career.
But the best part of it all was his sensual nature, his charisma and his huge ten-inch cock! He would get pussy on the side regardless of what she said or did; he was that kind of stud. She loved teaching music, the keyboard. Carl had spotted her in a lowly country rock group playing electric piano.
She had helped recruit Freddi and .Ella. The 'man' image projected by Freddi was not difficult. Sometimes at a distance anyone had trouble deciding the sex of certain individuals. In this quiet straight town no one would ever have to know.
She giggled and hunched at Carl's big, lovely cock.
"I wish I could turn good and hot oftener!"
"Hey, it's real terrific when you do get it on," he said, squeezing her ass. "Come on now, get another biggie."
She cooed and mashed her tits at his chest, and began her top-fuck drill. The cloying grip of her flesh around his pick, the jab of his big knob in her tender cuntal, deeps, sent sugary stings of pleasure all through her body. No one had ever thrilled her this way. Her brief affairs in the world of country rock seemed like crappola, now.
She stroked faster. Her cunt juices were leaking down on his groin, the connection was nice and slick. Stroke, hunch, fuck! Ohhhh, it was so totally delicious! Why hadn't anyone shown her how to fuck? Well, in her early teens someone had given her a neat thrill . . . another girl. She and the girl had decided to see what whiskey would do for them.
It had done plenty! Dotty had been so startled and ashamed she'd never let herself be placed in that kind of situation again. Now she found herself looking at other young women with certain naughty thoughts in mind.
One such girl was Marci Evans and the other one was Freddi.
She knew of course that lots of girl-girl fucking was going on. She'd been approached several times while with the country rock group. Good looking pussies, too. Her uniform in the band had been slightly 'mannish,' which may have accounted for it. She'd been invited to join in a threesome with a 'name' country vocalist, and she'd told them both, his girl and the guy, to shove it. Now, the idea did not seem all that offbeat.
Would Carl go for a party with herself and Freddi?
She shelved the plan for the moment. She was coming offfff!
"Ohhhh, Carl!" she cried. "Ohhhh, damn, ohhhhh, fuuuuck!"
"Pour it to me, baby!" he encouraged. "Pop your little hot cunt around my prick!"
"Uhhhh!" she whined. "Ohhhh, it's coming big!"
She stroked furiously as the twinges of rapture claimed her loins, her tits and her jiggling ass! Her cunt twitched around his cock! Ohhhh! It was just heavenly . . .
Carl grinned as his lively blonde young wife had her goodies. She went off with such gusto! He wished she could get herself turned on oftener. Girls were all different, of course. He took them as they came, developing what he could.
She finished and sagged down on him, breathing heavily.
"Honey, why didn't you squirt me?" she giggled.
"Hey, you're good for several more climaxes," he chuckled. "You know I'll shoot when you're just about finished."
She sighed, kissing his throat. "I don't know what I'd do without you, stud!" she snuggled. "Did you ever consider bringing in another . . . chick?"
He was perfectly still for several seconds, then he chuckled. "I'll be damned! Sure, I've thought about it--Anybody in that sneaky little mind of yours?"
She laughed softly. "Marci Evans."
His prick tensed. Yeahhh, man. "I haven't made her yet myself, Dotty baby. When did you dream this up?"
"Oh, it just popped into my head!" she purred. "I want to please you, Carl! I know some guys love to take on two girls--"
"Well, I have a date with Marci soon, and I'll bring it up as soon as possible. Hell of an idea! Anybody else 'pop' into you mind?"
"Uh, don't think I'm weird, or something. What about Freddi?"
He studied this a moment. Had Dotty and Freddi been fucking? He doubted it. The idea was extremely appealing! Threesomes right here at home. How exciting! He'd tried it several times, of course. Always fascinating. It took two girls who grooved.
"You ask her, Dotty," he said, diplomatically.
"Well, I will!" Dotty gurgled. "And in case you're wondering, I haven't been screwing any girls--not since I was real young."
"I was sure I'd be the first to know," he chuckled.
"You horny devil, you!" she purred. "I suppose some wives could keep it a secret, like guys chasing stuff on the side, but I haven't, honest!"
"Okay," he chuckled, extremely pleased with her. "Now, what about that last big go-off? I'm going to dump a big load away up your nice hot little cunt!"
"Ohhh!" she breathed, beginning to hunch. "Yes, that's what I need, Carl! Uhhhhhh! I just hate to stop-!"
"Make it last a long time," he said. "I'll hold till you're ready to get your fun."
"Nnnnnn!" she breathed, bracing herself for the onslaught. He held her well-firmed tits in his hands and flexed his meat. Her face showed strain as she hunched and paused, stroked and rested. The threesome plan obviously stirred her, and it certainly would add a new dimension here at Seaside.
What about Ella, the imagine young redhead? The next time he horned her and ate her gash he would try to break her in to the idea. Hell, maybe she'd been there before. She was rather secretive about her earlier years. He suspected she was a runaway from, perhaps, a wealthy family.
She played terrific violin. She was pretty and sexy and popular with her students. She was planning a recital later on, for her best students.
And she was beautiful fucking.
Dotty's fierce cry of culmination drew him back to what was going on. Her cunt was twitching as she stroked and whimpered.
"Ohhh, ohhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, come up in me, Carl!"
He shuddered, his prick tensed, and his nuts pulled up. Yeahhhh. It was time to blow her a wad, man. He gripped her jiggling tits with more purpose, he up-fucked as she down-fucked, and the achy, searing nuances of his gun fun gripped his loins.
"Ughhhh!" he blurted. "Uhhhh, fuuuuck!"
The hard throb of his cock in the blonde's coming cunt was his reward for treating her right. She was whining and shaking and coming. She was having another orgasm! Well! That hadn't happened since they'd first started fucking.
"Go, Dotty, go!" he urged, his prick still tingling after his wad shot. She bounced and lunged and her face showed her intense delight. Watching a hot girl come off was one of life's brighter moments.
She finished with swift hunches and sagged forward again, gasping for air. Her cunt fluttered. She rolled her tits at his chest, whispering her pleasure.
"God, it gets better every time lately," she breathed.
"All you need is practice," he chortled.
"You animal!" she giggled. "I should know how to give you a good fuck after two whole years!"
"It's good, it's good!" he said, fondling her quivering ass cheeks.
"I haven't had a multiple in ages!" she gurgled.
"You're thinking about a trio deal," he said.
She hugged him and hunched again. Of course she wanted it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marci Evans had never been so excited in her life. She had a sneak date with Carl Holt!
She had told Helen she was going down town to a movie, which she 'often did, and had parked her car at the back of the lot. She was in it now, waiting for Carl. Her dress was modestly cut, but underneath she wore very thin undies. Since the weather was warm she had put on no hose.
He would surely understand, knowing Helen, why she wasn't all gussied up. Calling him had been no problem; lots of his girl students called for one reason or another.
Her hands trembled as she smoothed her long, dark, wavy hair and checked her appearance in the little mirror on the sun visor. She had relived that moment on the piano bench a dozen times! His deep tongue kisses, his hand on her swollen, tender breasts and her swift rise to an orgasm!
How many times had she dreamed about it and masturbated? She didn't answer because she suddenly saw his new Chrysler easing up into the movie parking lot. Her heart hammered! Quickly she left her car, locked the door, and walked over to his rig.
She moved in swiftly. Darkness was almost complete, she was certain no one was paying any attention. She didn't look at him. He pulled away slowly, and was soon on the Coast highway going south. She scooted nearer.
"Damn!" he said. "I was afraid you'd back out, Marci."
"Oh, never!" she breathed. His nearness, the aroma of him blended with some kind of very masculine cologne, shot sweet tingles through her body. Her clit was already stiff and achy!
"I have a nice quiet place already reserved for us, Marci," he said, his right arm circling her shoulders. He drove in the slow lane. She pressed herself against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her left breast cuddled into his body. Ohhhhh!
In ten minutes they entered a little community called Beach Haven, and he turned onto the side street. He drew up in front of a neat looking motel complex and parked. He gripped her and tipped the steering wheel back. His mouth clamped on hers, his tongue dived strongly into her eager mouth, his left hand cupped her right breast. Sweet waves of joyful anticipation flooded her emotions. Her pussy began leaking juices into her imagine thin panties. Ohhhh, it was so wonderful!
If his cock felt as neat as his tongue she'd lose her mind! Her lips began to swell, her nipples hardened, she trembled with mounting passion. Finally he eased his mouth away.
"I'll be right back, sweetie." He left the car and walked toward the motel office . . .
Carl hadn't felt so elated about a piece of ass in a long time. Talk about young, fresh and willing. He had picked his share of pussy fruit, but another one wouldn't hurt his ego! He was ready to swear that Marci was a virgin.
In three minutes he was back with the key and inside with his piece, the door locked and the lights turned down low. He drew her to the edge of the wide queen sized bed and sat her down at his left. She wanted contact, man.
Her lips flowered wide open, and he unfastened the front of her frock. She moaned, her arms gliding around his neck, her tongue darting around his tongue. Her bra was so thin it hardly counted, but he didn't unfasten it. He wanted to see her in bra and panties. He was something of an undie faddist.
The hem of her frock slid back, exposing sweet naked thighs. As he molded her tits she whined again. Her puffed lips were a bloom of passion. Her nipples were stiff inside the filmy bra. Gooood stuff. Now he opened his mouth and let her stroke her tongue. He drew her left arm from around his neck, gripped her wrist and guided her hand to his prick lump. She fondled it with shaky fingers. A shiver ran up her ripe, fresh body.
Damned if she wasn't on the verge of a climax, already . . .
Marci shook with mounting excitement! Letting her use her tongue, and having her fingers on his cock lump, was drawing her closer and closer to an orgasm! What a large basket he had! His penis was enormous! His hand on her breasts drew fierce little pangs of lust from her tender breast cones and nipples!
As she continued to stroke her tongue in his mouth she felt her passion start to uncoil in her loins! Her clit pulsed, her nipples hardened even more, her hips lurched forward and she tore her mouth from his. She squealed! Her fun was pulsing in a tide from her clit and cunt! Hard heavenly pangs of delight rippled through her body. She shook in his arms for long, dreamy seconds.
"Ohhh, Carl!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, it's so good!"
"That's the way to come, sweet stuff," he murmured, still gripping her left breast.
Oh, how she adored the way he talked! None of this heavy 'love' stuff. Come was a good way to say it, the way she said it to herself. She could be crazy about him and still be 'modern'
"You make me come real hard, Carl!" she breathed.
"Mmmmmm!" he said. "Let's get these clothes off."
"Yes!" she giggled. "Not like on your piano bench!"
He laughed softly. "I think we're going to have a bunch of fun. Aren't we, Marci."
"I'll do everything I can!" she gushed. "Do you want to undress me, Carl?"
"Hey, naturally!" he beamed. She sank back on the bed, and he began removing her frock. She helped, of course. When she was in her panties and bra, he paused ,l-le stood back and took off his own clothes. Sport shirt, then his pants and then his colored briefs. The first glimpse she had of his rigid cock sent flurries of lust through her body. It was huge!
Small wonder that his sexy blonde wife Dotty looked so pleased with herself! He was a horse, a stallion!
"My God!" she breathed, staring at his naked crotch, cock and balls. Her first real look at a naked man! Some of the more daring magazines didn't show much. A limp cock was not that exciting. Seeing a penis swollen high and hard was a whole new ball game!
"Not bad, huh?" he grinned, tensing his prick.
"Oh, don't tease me!" she gasped. "I need it, real bad!"
Her cunt was puffed and oozy, her breasts were too tight in her imagine bra, her clit was stiff again, tensing with anticipation! Her orgasm had certainly made her cunt ready for its first cock!
She crawled to the middle of the bed, and he eased down at her right, his play hand sliding along her belly to her crotch.
"Pretty undies, Marci," he murmured, nuzzling between her still covered breasts.
"Oh, I hoped you'd like them!" she breathed, shivering with anticipation. She reached for his huge naked prick. Her fingers closed around the hot, swollen pillar of man flesh, and she moaned her delight! How totally sexy! how stimulating! Bubbles of clear juice leaked from the skin-framed glans.
His hand crept inside her panties and he cupped her pussy. The feel of his fingers on her bare girl flesh was heavenly! She spread her thighs and curled her crotch upward. He trembled, his prick tensed.
Carefully he explored her cunt. Up and down her puffy slit, gently inward, then a touch on her tender, hard clitoris. Ohhhhh!
"Damn!" he muttered, teasing her clitty. "That's a very strong one, Marci!"
"Oh, it's so tender!" she breathed.
He played with it very gently. Sting after sting of total delight fanned out from her girl cock. She was nearly ready to come! Then he eased his play finger slowly into her cunt hole.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhhh--Carl!"
"Damn!" he muttered. He was feeling around inside her cunt. "You're a virgin!"
"Yes, and I want you to be the first!" she gasped. "I want you to tear it and fuck me real hard and goooood!'
He swore under his breath, and drew his hand from her pussy. He tugged at her panties, and she instantly helped him. She knew her bold words excited him. If he expected a virgin to be a 'nice' girl he could find one elsewhere. She didn't want to 'take him from' Dotty. If she ever decided to get married she would pick a man nearer her own age, or a real old one with lots of money. She had seen too many of her girlfriends and old classmates settle for crappy marriages.
Why get married at all? Why bother? Plenty of young women nowadays were going it alone or were shacking with someone, male or female. Who cared?
She did plan to try that lesbian stuff some time. Certain girls appealed to her, but whether she could ever really turn on with a pussy she didn't know. No phase of sexual activity was 'hidden' anymore.
Her panties were soon gone, and Carl finally removed her bra. She cuddled his prick, shaking with lust, wishing he would mount her and get it over with! She attached no real 'value' to her maidenhead. If she still had it at twenty or beyond she'd be some sort of freak!
"Do it, Carl!" she whispered, as he molded her cunt.
He nodded, his face taut. He crawled over between her shanks, spreading her thighs wide, and tipping them back. Her hand remained on his cock! She was starved for prick, famished for it! She steered his huge knob down to her upcurved cunt. Ohhhhh!
The first heated touch of his cock was ten times better than she'd ever imagined! Her cunt flesh spread delectably around his big sex knob, he trembled as he pushed it deeper . . . farther! She'd read several accounts of what to expect on 'the wedding night.' How droll! How many chicks waited that long? Ridiculous!
It was a big moment for him. His actions were clearly very revealing. He'd 'discovered' her cherry, and he was almost ready to pick it. This was a high achievement for a man. He could tell his friends about ripping a maidenhead, if that was his style. He could put a 'notch' on his fuck pistol handle. Men wanted to be first!
He probed deeper with his knob, she felt a lance of pain! It was torn! Her cherry was plucked! As his prick ran deeper he groaned and shuddered. His meat began to pump in her cunt. The jab of his glans at the very depths of her vagina was sheer heaven!
Some girls, she knew, masturbated by using an artificial cock. She could see why! The deeps of her cunt were deliciously responsive! Each hard thrust seemed to touch off new sensations! His heavy breathing, his tremors, indicated what she was doing for him. And the mounting excitement in her loins indicated what he was doing for her enjoyment!
"Oh, Carl!" she gasped. "It's wild and good! Fuck me, fuck me for hours!"
He shuddered, she felt a new kind of thing. His big nuts were knotting at the base of his cock! His hairy balls were slapping at her lower cunt flesh. It was a fantastic added thrill!
He stroked faster! He moaned, his cock tensed, and she started her'-own orgasm! Suddenly he was raring into her, his. prick pulsed and he shouted fiercely! Her cry of culmination followed! Her cunt clasped his stroking cock, her clit throbbed wildly and the deeps of her vagina sent violent pangs of erotic delight all through her body! The sensations were almost too much for her! She could understand how some women actually fainted at orgasm . . .
Carl rested on the fine nubile body, his prick still rammed deep in her shivery cunt.
I got it, man, I got it! he thought. I fucked her and dumped a big load in her cunt! This is what it's all about, ripping a beautiful young woman's membrane and filling her virginal box with a big gushing load of jism!
He pressed his sweaty chest tightly to her coned, firm tits and caught his breath.
"Beautiful, Marci!" he murmured, keeping his meat socked in.
"Oh, it sure is!" she breathed. "It hurt a little, but it sure didn't once you got going!"
"Mmmmmm!" he said, grinning against her throat. "We're going to enjoy lots of this stuff, aren't we?"
"I hope so!" she giggled, tightening her thighs across his hips and uphunching playfully. "You make me come so hard and good!"
"Smartest young virgin I ever got my cock into!" he chuckled.
"Oh, I bet you told all of them that same line," she purred. "But I love it! Do you want me to clean up before we fuck again?"
He laughed. "You say it right out, Marci. I like it."
"Nnnnnn!" she breathed. "So do I"
He was remembering his first touches on her pussy. What a long thick clitoris. Not many girls had that much 'pecker.' It made her even more appealing, and it told him how much she enjoyed her sex. A good, strong healthy young pussy. Fresh stuff on the side! He did not intend to share her with Dotty for a while. If Dotty could talk Freddi into a threesome, fine. Marci was going to be his and his alone. Fine snug cunt, terrific responses.
He lifted up and she stared down at his prick, slick with globs of jism and cunt juice. A reddish tint to the mixture gave him a special thrill. Cherry blood, a virgin's cuntal barrier had been ripped.. Yeahhhhh.
"Oh, that's sexy!" she breathed. "Is my pussy tight enough for you, stud?"
He had to chuckle. "Hey, you have a sweet, snug little box! Don't you worry about that. We're going to have fun with it, aren't we?"
"You're the boss, honey," she cooed.
He slid off the bed and walked to the bathroom . . .
Marci rested, still tingling all over. Masturbating simply was not in it with fucking! Somehow, the act of self-plea,ure never quite satisfied her deep inner cravings. That was why so much fucking went on in the world!
She shaped her still swollen breasts, noticing that they were larger than before, and her nipples were even more sensitive. She didn't want to touch her cunt just yet. She wanted that rich prick load to soak in her jism-hungry cunt. It was one of the best medicines in the world!
She had done her 'homework' on sex, she had several good books on the fascinating subject, and that didn't count the girlie magazines she bought and hid from Helen. Too bad Helen didn't have some regular cock and gushes of semen; she certainly needed both in the worst way.
Carl came out of the john, his prick at 'half mast.' But as he approached the bed, his cock started to slant up and grow in size. It was so big! It was so thick and long!
"My turn to freshen up," she said. She wiggled into the john. Before she could even start cleaning up, the jism and pussy juice leaked down her thighs. She stood in front of the mirror and watched the goup ooze from her first-fucked cunt. Her outer labia were all puffed and swollen, her clit entirely hidden by the puffy upper crevice. The mixture was tinted red with her cherry blood.
How sexy she looked! Her tits poking away out, her mouth swollen from heavy kissing, her cunt expanded until her inner pink cunt flesh showed. The aroma of his jism was like a strong drug in her senses. A pussy needed that elixir!
When she was fresh again she stepped out into the bedroom. He rested flat on his back, his huge cock slanted across his belly, hands behind his head, perfectly relaxed.
"You look so satisfied with yourself!" she giggled, swaying up to the edge of the bed.
"Screwing such a sexy young virgin makes me feel great!" he grinned. "How did you happen to save your maidenhead so long, anyway?"
"I'm shy," she giggled. "Except around you! And I wasn't going to give it to just anybody."
"All the better for me," he said. "Come on, Marci. You want to try top-riding?"
"So soon?" she exclaimed. "You haven't even broken me in good yet!"
"I have this idea that you'll really go for top-fucking," he said, staring at her body.
"Why?" she breathed, moving onto the bed.
"The way you were coming up at my prick," he chuckled.
"Girls shouldn't be dead-assed," she giggled.
CHAPTER FIVE
Helen Wood, crouched beneath a low window of a Beach Haven motel, shook with passion as the bed inside began to sigh and creak. Her cunt was sopping wet, her tits ached. She had overheard Marci make the date with Carl Holt, and she had followed Marci at a discreet distance.
A row of shrubs protected Helen from the attention of anyone coming along the alley behind the motel; it was a rather dark night, anyway. She had parked her car in a used car lot across the street. From the conversation she had just heard, Marci was now top-riding Carl's prick!
If only she could see inside the motel room!
Her right hand was back beneath her skirt again, she was holding her thinly-pantied cunt in her fingers, and her left hand was inside her blouse, kneading her tender, swollen breasts.
How rotten Marci was, saying all those fuck words and giggling like a whore! What a moment when Marci had lost her maidenhead! Helen had experienced a wild climax then, and she was getting ready to have another one. The window near her hiding spot was slightly raised, so she could hear almost everything. Ohhhh, how she envied Marci! Apparently Carl had a large cock, and Marci was getting it in her cunt again.
"Oh, it is fun up here, stud!" Marci bubbled.
"I knew you'd go for it, baby," he chuckled. "This way I can play with your nice firm tits, and you can do the fucking."
Marci giggled. "I just adore this, Carl!" Creak, creak, creak! Soft whispers Helen couldn't hear. Her hand moved faster on her cunt. Maybe she should take piano lessons from Carl! Marci surely wasn't the only sexy young student he slipped his prick into.
"Come on, get one, Marci!" Carl urged.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" Marci cried. "Uhhhhh, it's coming! Ohhhh!"
The swift jiggling of the bed, Marci's whimpers of delight, fed the fires in Helen's crotch. She started kneading her cunt, her left hand moving faster on her puffed-out breasts. They cleared her blouse now, they stood out sharply.
Come on, cunt! Helen said to herself. Come offf! I need it! Why can't I be in there with them? Marci and I are related so far back it doesn't matter! Ohhhhh, God, my cunt's coming!
Just as Marci squealed her pleasure, Helen had her goodies! The swift pounds of her fun gun hammering in her loins drew a sound from her throat she intended to conceal! It was a fierce animal cry of culmination!
She fell back into the shrubs, rubbing her cunt wildly, still caught up in the throes of her orgasm. It was too good to miss! Panting and straining, she finished; she crept swiftly away down the alley, her legs weak, cunt juice leaking down her thighs. Her face felt hot with shame and embarrassment.
What kind of voyeuristic animal was she, anyway?
Marci ended her swift top-ride, gasping for air, her pussy still twitching in aftermath. She recalled crying out at the peak of her climax, but there had been another sound--from outside. What on earth was going on?
"Did you hear something, Carl?" she asked, slumping forward.
"Yes, baby. I think some woman was outside the window, and she had her fun just when you did."
"How awful!" Marci breathed. She snuggled her tits down on Carl's chest, still trembling with pleasure. "The poor thing must be desperate!"
He cupped her ass cheeks and flexed his huge prick. Sugary thrills tumbled through Marci's loins, rich and delicious. She would never get enough of Carl and his cock! She didn't give a damn what some eavesdropper did; what counted was having Carl's big hunk of cockmeat rammed up into her shivery cunt!
"I wonder who it was," Carl murmured.
Suddenly Marci knew, or at least suspected! Helen! It would be like her, always snooping around. Somehow she had found out about Marci's date with .Carl, and she had followed. What could she gain, except pleasuring herself. She could do that any time.
"I think it could be my 'aunt,' " Marci said. "I think you've heard about what a snoop she is--Is she gone, I wonder?"
"I heard someone running away," Carl grinned. "Which reminds me, sweet stuff. Would you ever consider having a party with Dotty and me?"
Marci shuddered. That kind of 'recreation' was going on, certainly! According to some of the publications she read, it was one of the 'new' indoor sporting activities! Carl could certainly take care of two girls. But Dotty, his own cute blonde wife? What kind of a marriage was that?
"Uh, let me think about that, honey!" she giggled. "Wow! Dotty certainly is sexy--shame on you, on our first date!"
He squeezed her ass. "You're a real with-it girl, Marci. Don't think I don't go for this! I just thought I'd toss it in so you could consider it."
"I'm considering," she breathed. "Now, do I stay up here for another big, hot come, or do you want to try something else?"
He chuckled. "How about me getting it in you from behind?"
"Ohhh, funnn!" she giggled. "But I sure hate to move. I want another one up here, like this!"
"Hey, the more the merrier," he smiled, squeezing her tits, lifting his hips to give her more prick . . .
Carl watched young Marci start another top-ride fuck, and grinned. Utterly delightful! He felt sure she'd go with the Dotty threesome deal. He knew he should look into that Helen Wood thing, too. She really wasn't bad looking, and she might be good humping. Why should be bother, though, with plenty of younger pussy available?
"You're so good to me, Carl!" Marci breathed, thrusting faster. He cuddled her fine, coned breasts, watching the expressions of girlish plea-sure on her sensitive features. He was wise to let her do the motion thing.
If he did fuck her from behind, the movements of his hips could easily bring a big second spurt of semen. He had to save number two load as long as possible. He could get it up again, possibly, but some of the fun went out of it if he strained his nuts too much.
"Ohhh, Carl!" Marci gasped, hunching swiftly. "It's corning! Ohhhhh, you stud! Ohhhhh, it's real goooood!"
He closed his hands on her jiggling tits as her cunt went off. He hadn't run into a girl with no experience who was into fucking so naturally. She had no inhibitions, she was letting it all out! Her busy come hunches and her unabashed squirmings and shakings were superlative!
Her pussy didn't clamp at peak sensation, but it twitched with promising vigor. She'd been sexually active a lot of years. She simply hadn't had her cunt punched until 'tonight. He watched her finish her climax and gave her some encouraging tensings of his cock.
"Ohhhh, I'll never get enough of this, Carl!" she breathed.
"I aim to satisfy," he chuckled.
She sank down with her coned tits pressed to his chest. She was still breathing unevenly, still hunching slowly, having her after-come thrills.
"You devil," she whispered. "Any time you want some of this pussy, you let me know!"
"I will, Marci, I really will . . . "
Helen reached home, still wet in the cunt, still stirred by what she'd heard at Beach Haven. She went quickly to her upstairs room, removed her soppy crotched panties and freshened herself.
Why in hell couldn't she have some of Carl's big hot prick? It wasn't fair! She hadn't had the feel of prick since her husband had split. She was getting so tired of boxing her cunt all the time! She hadn't even found a desirable woman to fuck! She would probably never get into Marci's panties!
Suddenly she remembered a package she had sent for and which had just arrived that same afternoon. She had picked up an advertisement in the local drug store; the object in question was a 'personal vibrator' for 'removing wrinkles: The phallic shape of it had interested her. Now she opened the vanity drawer where she had placed the 'plain brown wrapper-covered' package and ripped it open. The vibrator was quite long, with a plastic body and 'head,' and the batteries fit into the handle.
She recalled a flashlight she kept by the bed, in a night stand. She removed those batteries and placed them in the vibrator. She turned the power in Low and felt the sudden shimmy of the thing in her hand.
It was shaped like a prick, so why not use it as a prick? She realized the real purpose of this gadget, and smiled to herself. She moved to her bed, sprawled out and touched the 'knob' to her still awakened and tender clitoris. She pushed the power to high. The sudden swift jiggly contact with her tender clitty produced a shower of erotic sensations! Ohhhhh! Power off, quickly!
Wouldn't take much of that to produce an orgasm! She trembled, opened her shanks, and pushed the object slowly into her cock-famished cunt.
Oh, not bad! At least she had something in her cunt. She eased the shaft deep into her vagina and turned the power on Low again. The vibrations produced such a swift erotic response she cried out! Ohhhh, beautiful! Ohhhhh!
Power off! She rested, her mind busy with possibilities. The tingling aftermath from only one burst of vibrations was just delightful. This was surely one answer to her raving cock hungers!
She moved he left hand to her tits and began stroking the object in her cunt. Nnnnnn! Yes, it was certainly better than rubbing her clit for her goodies! It felt almost like sliding prick. And that's what she'd been craving.
She stroked slowly, then faster, and tried the power. She gasped as the jiggling object spread stings of erotic delight all through her pelvis! Ohhhh, she was not going to turn the power off now! Ohhhhh, she had to have one or two! She'd held back since leaving Beach Haven. Now it was coming out of her!
Moaning with passion, she felt herself rise swiftly to her peak! The pangs of rapture were simply wild! Wham, wham, wham! Her legs quivered, she curled her crotch upward, her breasts firmed and her nipples stiffened! She could not believe she was coming so hard and good without a man between her legs!
She reached for the switch, couldn't find it, and yanked the dildo out of her cunt. At last she turned it to Off. She rested, enjoying the after pangs of a violent orgasm. Now she cupped both breasts, molding them, fondling them.
There had to be somebody in town, male or female, that she could fuck. She would have to get out more and stop- slithering around at night, trying to watch other people enjoy themselves, or listening for the creak and sigh of bedsprings.
She reached for her new sex toy, pushed it into her cunt, left her free hand on her tits, and began to sound the depths of her cunt. Ohhhhh. She would make this one last a while. Maybe she would try Hi speed next time! Stroke, stroke, stroke . . .
Marci was enjoying her first doggie-fashion fuck.
Braced on the bed, on hands and knees, she felt the delight of Carl's big hard prick pumping slowly in her uptilted cunny. She'd had three wild climaxes on top-, and she knew the festivities were drawing to a close. Carl was breathing faster, his cock was even larger than before, and his strokes were harder.
Still he was delaying, prolonging his fun. She knew she would come again when he did. And one more big one would surely satisfy her for a few days, at least!
Even while enjoying herself, she felt sorry for Helen. The poor thing! She really was fairly attractive for her age, she had a lot to give somebody.
Carl rested, shivering. "Damn, that's good pussy!"
"Your big hard cock is where it's at!" she breathed. "Would you consider dating Helen, my 'aunt?' I know she's nuts about you, Carl!"
"You think it was her, outside the motel, listening in?" he asked.
"I'm sure of it, honey," she said.
"I'll think abdtlt it, Marci. She sounds a little weird, slipping around at night."
"Well, I hate to see her so frustrated all the time," Marci murmured. "Ohhh, Carl, I'm ready! Ohhhhh, fuck me good! Come in me again, please!"
He muttered under his breath, his prick flexed, and he started those heavy, deep thrusts she knew would bring her fun and his fabulous gush of jism!
"Yeahhhh!" he growled. "This is it, baby! Uhhhhh! Uhhhh! Fuuuck! Here it comes, Marci. Get your cunt offfff!"
Marci whimpered as her stinging vagina began to come! It was so different, taking his prick from behind! He was stroking faster and deeper! Yessss! Ohhhhh, her clit began to pulse! She squealed! His harsh groan of culmination followed, and he razed into her so hard she almost lost her balance! The throb of his cock, the last furious jabs at her cuntal deeps, and his shout rang like sweet bells in her feverish senses. Her cunt twitched and fluttered with delicious clasping movements!
Finally her arms and legs did give way, and he followed her down, flattening himself on her back, his prong soaked to the hilt in her shivery cunt. Her jerky breathing, the feel of his big nuts between her thighs, filled her lust cup to overflowing.
"Man, that was terrific, Marci!" he said.
"Oh, beautiful!" she gasped. Again she caught the aroma of his semen, and she felt his wetness oozing down on her lower crotch. His cock was losing its hardness now, and no wonder! He had given her a fantastic fucking!
Later, driving toward the home she shared with Helen Wood, Marci saw a light on in Helen's room. Marci decided she would slip in quietly, as her 'aunt' often did, for eavesdropping purposes. Marci parked in the alley, closed her car door with care, and slipped across the back lawn to the rear door.
A moment later she was in the hallway outside Helen's room. As suspected, some very suspicious sounds were coming from inside. A few bed creaks, then a pause. Helen was having herself some fun. Of course, there was the bare chance that she was entertaining a partner, male or female, but nothing came from the bedroom to indicate this.
"Ohhh!" came dramatically from Helen. "Ohhhh!"
The bed sounds picked up speed. The creaks turned into swift jiggles. A muffled cry of female delight rang in Marci's ears. A series of 'oh's' followed as the bed sounds diminished.
She had a big one! Marci thought, shivering. That poor soul! She followed me all the way to Beach Haven and had her goodies under a window at the motel!
I hope Carl does fuck her. I'll feel jealous, but Helen needs cock, lots of big, sliding prick! The way she looks at me, l think she wants to get in MY panties. I'd hike to watch her masturbate some time! That would be exciting.
Now the sighing of bed springs started up again! Helen was not through yet. Bounce, bounce, bounce . . . pause. Marci felt arousal, even after that glorious time with Carl. It was wrong to eavesdrop on a lonely woman having her sex pleasures all alone.
Shaking her head, Marci drew away from the . bedroom door. She slipped back down the stairs, went outside, and then returned, making her usual noises. Helen would know she was not alone in the house. She could either keep having her fun, or stop-.
Later, in her own bed, Marci lay in darkness, reliving the momentous events of the evening just past. Carl was so smooooth! A girl surely couldn't ask for a better lover! She still seemed to be slightly aglow from all that beautiful fucking. She was more confident of her sexual appeal, her responsiveness; she was no longer a virgin, either!
She went to sleep imagining she had Carl's big cock in her mouth, sucking and stroking and kissing . . .
CHAPTER SIX
"I heard you got a little from the good-looking girl next door, Card."
The words were from Ella Sims, his violin instructor, the young bouncy redhead. They were in a motel room at Beach Haven. Ella wouldn't fuck 'at home.' She had been the most reluctant of the group to set up a studio in Seaside, with Ella pretending to be Freddi's wife.
Ella was a runaway, from a wealthy family that none of her associates knew about. She played beautifully, and had obviously been given lessons by some important instructor. But it appeared that her family had cut off the money supply; she'd been actually hungry when she'd answered Carl's ad in San Francisco.
"Well, now, how did you find that out, young stuff?" he grinned. She was barely twenty, a bit scatterbrained. She'd had some college education; the marks were generally visible.
"I'm not that dumb," Ella giggled, resting on the bed in shorts and halter. "Is she good humping?"
"Not bad," he grinned. Ordinarily he didn't talk about any girl to another girl, and wished he hadn't now. "Let's see what you can do, Ella. Have you been hard up lately?"
"Yes!" she purred, squirming her lush, rounded body. She had sensational tits, a tiny waist and fullish hips and legs. Cute. And she fucked like a mink.
He got in her about twice a month, which seemed to satisfy her needs. She loved to have her cunt sucked, a chore he liked extremely well.
"All you have to do is ask, pretty baby." He stood by the bed and removed his shirt. She giggled, unfastening her well-filled halter. Her large, firm pink-nippled tits billowed out, and she arched them at him.
"Super fine boobs," he grinned.
"I know you're a tit man," she giggled. "Don't you find Freddi's little knockers disappointing?"
"Hey let's talk about you, Ella," he said, unfastening his slacks. On the drive down they had fooled around a little, and he had half a hard-on already. Her big, hard breasts were enough to get any man up.
She smiled and slid her shorts away, revealing very sheer bikini panties. They hadn't stopped at a cocktail lounge, she didn't care for drinking. In his briefs, he slipped down on the bed at her right . . .
Ella stared at the big tent in Carl's shorts and knew why she was still going along with the music teaching drill. His big lovely cock! She had re-established relations with her family, at Oakland, done by pay phone when she was down town. Her parents wanted her to return home, natch.
She did miss the big mansion, the servants, the easy life. Her father Harold had made it big in the wholesale hardware business, and she was an only child. She'd be crazy to keep her parents sore at her for very long. She'd been a late child. In fifteen years or less should be very well off indeed.
But she did enjoy teaching . . . and Carl's huge prick.
Ella slid her left hand inside Carl's shorts and gripped his hunk of meat. God! Her cunt was already well juiced, and when he explored inside her bikini panties she shuddered, hunching up at his hand.
"That feels real good," he murmured, leaning above her, his mouth lowering toward her tits.
"This cock of yours feels better!" she breathed, squeezing it, caressing it. Actually, she'd had very little bed experience. Daughters of wealthy parents didn't get as much fucking as lots of people believed. Certain behavior had to be followed, which was one reason why she'd run away and joined a half-baked 'commune' near San Francisco.
When she learned that some Big Daddy got a crack at all the new young pussies, she split and went into a kind of 'halfway house' in downtown San Francisco, where she had waited tables for her bed and board. She had been foolish enough to leave home with very little money. Her father had immediately closed down all her previous sources of ready cash.
His theory that if she got hungry she would come back home had damn near worked! Then she had answered Carl's ad.
Ella and Carl removed their last garments, and he started fondling her cunt in earnest. He was lipping her tender pink nipples and she was still playing with his prick. Two guys who had fucked her before Carl hadn't had half his prick! And she hadn't climaxed with either guy.
Carl had banged her so good that first fuck it was like he had plucked her cherry. She had gone off five wonderful bang-bangs. A girl remembers who she climaxed with the very first time.
As his clever finger slipped into her tingling cunt, she moaned with joy! Why was it that when she pushed her own finger in her snatch, almost nothing happened? Even when she was turned on. Probably something to do with the aroma of a man, the 'vibes,' the need for real prick instead of maybe an imitation cock.
Yes, she had tried a dildo, at the halfway house. Very disappointing! One of the other girls there had offered to 'assist' her, but she at least hadn't fucked one of her own sex--yet. She had to admit she was curious! Her sheltered life at home had not included screwing a maid!
Secretly, she wondered how Freddi would be. Acting as 'his' wife had started her mind turning in that direction. Some chicks loved both, cock and pussy. At the big Holt house, Ella and Freddi had their own rooms, of course. The sham was perpetrated when necessary. Freddi got her fair share of Carl's prick.
"Ohhhh, that's good!" Ella giggled, as he stroked his play finger in and out of her juicy cunt. On the in-glides he let his thumb strike her clit. Although "her little hot button was small, it was extremely sensitive. It had been the center of her sexual release all through her teens, and still was when she needed a quickie and no one else was around.
Carl had shown her that there were zones inside her cunt that were more voluptuously responsive even than her clitty. Her urethra, for one. She had never touched it during masturbation! Then there was that far-in spot, at the depths of her cunt, where magical things happened. Ohhhhh, yes indeed!
"Are you going to eat me, stud?" she giggled.
"Wouldn't miss that, baby!" he said.
"Oh, but don't stop- this!" she breathed, feeling herself drift closer and closer to her orgasm.
He sucked her left nipple, he stroked his finger faster, and suddenly she was having her fun! Twinge after sugary twinge raked her loins! Her clit pulsed, her legs quivered and she cried out.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh!"
"That's the way to come, baby!" he murmured around one tender stiff pink nipple. "Shoot it right at my cock!"
She was holding his prick, and that seemed to make her climax all the better! He was filthy-mouthed, but what could she say? She loved it! Her cunt twitched in aftermath, and she softened, thrusting up at his experienced finger.
"Beast!" she giggled. "Such awful words!"
"You love the word 'fuck' just as much as I do," he murmured, gently thumb-rolling her clit.
"All right, all right!" she giggled. "Now do you eat me?"
He grinned, let go of her pussy, and moved down between her eagerly opened thighs. His hands slid beneath her ass, he lowered his head to her crotch. His kisses, on her belly and at the furry top- of her slit, gave her delightful thrills.
She adored being young and sexy enough to be called 'table pussy.' Not that older people didn't enjoy oral. She knew he preferred the young stuff, young and tender. Like that Marci Evans. What a nice, plump bundle of enticing girl. Ella realized she would have no problem enjoying sex with Marci.
Now Carl was kissing up and down her puffy cunt crevice. Ohhh! His tongue flicked in, he began sipping her pussy dew. Lovely! His tongue dived. Her crotch curled higher, she gripped her tits and shook with feverish anticipation.
"Ohhhh, that's goooood!" she whispered, as he stroked his tongue deeper into her quaking cunt. His hands on her ass were kneading slightly, giving her added sensations. He didn't rush her. He began to daily with her lust. The stings of pleasure were just too delicious!
She missed holding his prick! But he liked it when she cuddled her own tits. Slowly he inched her toward her next orgasm! And just as he lipped her clit and started her on her fun trip, he drew his hands from under her butt, reared forward and drove his monster cock deep into her cunt!
She shouted! Her climax thundered through her pelvis! The stinging nuances answered a furious craving inside her; she cried out again as a new wave of passion gripped her loins and throbbed her achy clitoris . . .
Carl grinned as the young redhead went off around his cock. Yeahhhhh. She was better each time he humped her. A multiple this time. He pinned her plump ass to the bed and felt the rippling of her after-fun touch her body. Her legs dropped, she shivered and looked up at him.
"Ohhhh, you sure got me off hard that time, Carl!"
"That's what we want, isn't it?" he murmured.
"Yesss!" she breathed. An idea began to form in her mind. Not a totally new one, but she felt like bringing it up. "How would you like to clear out of here, with me, honey? I have funds."
His cock tensed. The suggestion interested him, at least.
"Funds?" he asked, slyly.
"My daddy has a lot of it," she purred. "He could fix you up with a terrific position in his company."
He lifted up and drew his prick out of her juicy cunt. He settled back down at her right, fitting his hand on her pussy.
"Ella, let's go over this one more time, huh? You were down on your ass in San Francisco."
"I was. But I made things up with my family. Honest! You're the only reason I'm sticking around. You and this!" she reached down and gripped his still rigid prick.
"I'll be damned," he grinned, squeezing her cunt. "What's your father into?"
She named the hardware company and he uttered another quick, "I'll be damned."
"Well?" she cooed, fondling his cock.
"Let me think about this, baby," he said.
"Sure," she said. "Check it out, too. I know you like the setup here, at Seaside. Lots of pussy. But having a music studio is not where the real money is, honey."
He nodded. "Little Miss Rich Panties, huh?"
"I can't help it if Daddy has lots of it," she giggled. "He and Mom are so glad I called and want to come back they would do almost anything for me."
He chuckled. "Now what about giving me a good top-fuck?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" she giggled . . .
Carl watched the young, sexy redhead climb up for her top-ride, his mind working overtime. Sonofabitch! He would indeed check things out. Divorcing Dotty would be no great problem. If Ella could handle a big position in Daddy's company, why the hell not go for it? Many careers had started through the enticements of a sexy daughter of a rich man.
She fit her puffed-out cunt around his prickhead and eased her hips downward. Her plump thighs spread, her fine big tits arched forward, and an expression of pure rapture touched her face. This young foxy redhead loved his cock. If the situation in his house was different she'd probably want cock more often.
"Ohhhhh, that's super!" she breathed, ramming his meat to the depths of her shivery cunt.
"Gooood pussy!" he grinned, flexing his cock. He was not pulling her tit, either. She had a twat that fit very snugly around his prick. Slowly she began to fuck.
She had a fine, natural thrusting movement. Some girls certainly did not. Others came by it naturally.
He cupped her breasts and teased her cute pink nipples.
"Oh, I love this!" she breathed, slowing her hunches.
"Feels damn good!" he said.
"Just wait till I come, stud," she giggled. "I know, you come real hard, Ella."
She played it along a while, bouncing and weaving and arching her tits. She was having her fun, the kind girls could get only with a stiff, live prick. He watched with lively interest. There weren't many things in life equal to seeing a passionate girl get her fun gun off.
Again she tried to hold back, but she had gone too far. She shuddered, her pretty face contorted, and she stroked her butt very swiftly.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she cried loudly. "Ohhhhh, damn!"
"Come' big and hard, baby!" he growled, tensing his cock.
Her ass flew, her soft thighs pressed in against his sides. She slowed her thrusts, panting and shivering. Her tight little cunt twitched delectably. He cuddled her swollen tits while she drank in the aftermath tingles. He wasn't nearly ready to get off. He wanted to treat her right just in case her story was true. Maybe she had a real setup for him.
"You're so nice to me, stud!" she cooed, resting.
He had to smile when he remembered Marci. Poor Helen, boxing her cunt and eavesdropping outside the motel window. Maybe he should give her a fuck. Cunts her age were lucky to get any prick at all. Young stuff was everywhere. The last time he had walked down town a young blonde clerk in the drug store had given him the old come-on. Men had a big advantage regarding age. A real stud could pick them off from eighteen to as old as he cared to go.
Girls were very restricted. Past thirty, most of them were out of it. Unless they had a lot of money!
"Want another one up there?" he grinned, squeezing her tits:
"Of course!" she bubbled. "When are you going to squirt me?"
"After I've popped your little gun about a dozen times," he grinned.
"Oh, I can't come that many times!" she giggled . . .
Ella sighed and started hunching. The connection was turning very juicy. The squish of flesh on flesh, as her drip leaked down on his balls, sounded so delightful! How he could hold back so long she didn't know. She'd had less experience than most chicks her age. But she was not going to knock her good fortune!
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rest. Her tits were so full and tender when she was turned on like this. He loved her boobs. He was a tit man from away back. In her younger years she hadn't gotten her boobs into her fun program. Sure, guys liked to stare at them, they were very sexy, but there had been very little feeling in them.
Gradually, when she masturbated, she had started playing with them. Her nipples turned hard when she climaxed, and eventually the cones became more sensitive. And a lot more fun!
Suddenly she knew Carl was going to climax! His big cock tensed, his face twisted, he squeezed her breasts very hard. OH, this was what she'd waited for! There was simply nothing like feeling a guy get his gun off in her cunt!
Her own passion climbed dramatically. She began to stroke faster, faster. His hips curved upward, he groaned.
"Come off in my cunt, stud!" she cried. Give him some of his own medicine! "My pussy is getting its goodies again! Ohhhh, ohhhhh, here it comes!"
"Ughhhhh!" he cried out. "Yeahhhh! Ohhhh, fuuuuck!"
As the honeyed twinges of delight pounded in her crotch, she cried out fiercely again! It was real gooood! Every time with him seemed better. The hard throb of his prick in her tender, twitching cunt sent furious thrills all through her body! She didn't see how a piece of ass could be any sweeter!
I know I can get him a fine job with my father's big company, she thought. We could have a nice home, and get all of this exciting stuff any time! I've just got to have him! I guess I wouldn't care if he got some on the side. Girls are after him all the time. Ohhhh, ohhhh, it's so wonderful . . .
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carl rested in a chair on the darkened patio. He liked to sit out here at night and consider his situation. He had some kind of decision to make soon about Ella's deal. He had already checked out her story. Her father did indeed own a big chain of hardware stores, she wasn't shitting him. The thing was, would she really do it? Bedroom talk is cheap.
He was almost ready to go inside when he saw the side door of the pool fence open slowly. It was hardly ever locked. He sat very. still, a grin on his face when he recognized the stealthy intruder.
Helen Wood. She wore dark slacks and a dark jersey and sneakers. She slipped up to the lighted sliding glass doors that opened onto the pool and patio, peering furtively inside. Not a bad figure, not bad at all. Carefully he left his chair and crept up behind Helen. He grabbed her around the waist and slapped his right hand over her mouth.
She uttered a muffled cry and fought furiously. He breathed in her ear. "Cool down, baby! You're going to get fucked!"
For a few seconds she struggled with more desperation, and then quieted, breathing hard through her nose . . .
He caught me! Helen thought, wildly. God! I should have been more careful! He says he's going to fuck me! I wonder if he really will? I can't fight him, I'm trespassing!
"Promise not to yell, and I'll let go of you," he said.
She nodded her head. Gradually his hand eased away from her mouth. She shuddered, gulping in air. He drew her away from the lighted glass doorway.
"Now what the hell are you doing over here, Helen?"
"I'm sorry!" she gasped. "I have the peeping instinct, I guess--Please don't report me! I'll do whatever you ask--"
He steered her toward a chase lounge, farther back in the shadows. He sat her down and slipped his left arm around her waist! It felt so wonderful, she shuddered. His nearness, now that her scare was behind her, was making her tremble. Her cunt was turning wet!
"I'm going to fuck you, Helen," he murmured, his right hand lifted to her jersey. "Isn't that what you've been needing?"
"Oh, don't make fun of me, Carl!"
"I thought that's what peepers were after, sex," he chuckled. Suddenly his mouth covered hers, his tongue stroked in her mouth and he worked his hand inside her jersey! The touch of male fingers on her breasts was like giving a parched desert wanderer a drink of spring water. How awfully long it had been since she'd had any normal sex!
Surges of rich lust ran up and down her body. Her dildo was helping, but it still wasn't what a woman really needed. His tongue in her mouth and his hand molding her tits brought a muffled cry of delight from her throat. Imagine sneaking over here and suddenly finding the big stud after her cunt! Talk about wish fulfillment!
Now he lifted her jersey and exposed her naked tits. He pushed her back on the chase lounge! She unfastened the band on her pants, and he drew them away. She watched him undress. the semi-darkness made things difficult to see clearly, but the aroma of him, his nearness, made her slide her panties away. She spread out on the chase lounge.
Suddenly he was above her, between her opening legs! She reached for his cock. The size and length of it sent flurries of lust through her entire body! He was hung like a horse! She'd never touched anything like it!
"Now you're going to find out what a man can do for your cunt, baby," he muttered. Why did he have to say such filth? Was that what he said to all of his girls? Right now it didn't matter! As he lowered his hips she tipped her crotch upward. The burn of his cockhead between her puffy labia was second heaven!
"Yeahhhh!" he growled, stroking his huge prick into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered. "Ohhhh, my God!"
"Good cuuuunt!" he muttered thickly. "Get your legs back, baby. You're gonna find out what a real cock can do for you!"
The feel of his monster cock rammed into her cunt transported her to a new plane of sensual responsiveness. Her legs flew back. He crouched above her, goring her cunt with hard, deep thrusts! It was like nothing she had ever known! She was stuffed with prick!
The lounge creaked as he hunched and fucked. Her passion soared, she was on the brink of a climax, and suddenly she was having it! She could hardly believe the pangs of erotic delight that swept through her loins! Hard, racking pounds of come fun continued!
"Yeahhhh!" he groaned fiercely. His savage thrusts came faster, and she felt the throb of his prick! The chase sounded like it was falling apart. She felt his big nuts taut against her lower cunt lips. His hunches slowed, her pussy gun fired again! A strange dizziness claimed her senses. She cried out as the pangs erupted again! Things turned hazy.
Just as she finished her delicious sex ride, she was aware of a faintness claiming her. She knew he was drawing his cock out, and then her awareness faded . . .
Carl picked up his clothes and walked toward the sliding glass door that gave onto the patio. He found a towel, wiped his prick and balls and slipped into his apparel. Let Helen rest a while. He'd had enough of her. A house full of young pussy and he'd just wasted a big load in the neighborhood peeper's cunt. Not bad, but he'd had much better.
As he walked back to the living room, Dotty met him and took his arm. "Let's sit a while and fool around, honey," she giggled. "What were you doing, catching a little night air?"
"Yes, feels very refreshing," he grinned, patting her on the ass. She wore lounging pajamas and looked good enough to eat. But of course she didn't care to be cunt sucked. She loved about everything else.
They settled on the sofa, she at his left. She had put on some early jazz tapes, turned down low. Ella and Freddi had gone to a movie down town.
"What got into you, baby?" he murmured, his prick reviving swiftly.
"It's what I want in me I'm thinking about!" she giggled, snuggling closer. Her left hand went to his basket, and she held her ripe red mouth over for his attentions.
The way her lips spread for his tongue told him she really was eager. The black, lay lounging pajamas flattered her fine, rounded body, shaping her tits into alluring cones. As he stroked his probe in her mouth and began cuddling her tits, he had to smile, remembering Helen Wood. Maybe he had opened a can of worms! Sure as hell she'd be horning for more of his cock.
Well, she'd have to take her turn. Stand in line, girls, this prick will go only so far! Get out your dildoes. Use your fingers!
Carefully he lifted Dotty's shapely breasts out of their scented, lacy cups. Her nipples stiffened swiftly, and her tongue livened. Her exploring fingers pressed his prick lump, and she whined her pleasure as he cupped and cuddled her swelling tits. He hadn't fucked her in several days, and she needed it . . .
Dotty shivered with anticipation. Like most wives, she loved home fucking. Something odd about his long stay outside, and there was the faint aroma of semen coming from his crotch! Of course that aroma was linked with his strong masculine appeal, and surely he hadn't climaxed out by the pool!
Anyway, his lovely big cock was getting hard, and that was what counted! She had a surprise for him later on, too. One he would surely. like, knowing his leaning toward new pussy!
Oh, she was turning on fast! She spread her legs, inviting his hand down to her cunt, but he was doing such a fine job on her tits, she didn't want him to slow down there either. He had been rather quiet lately, like he was considering some new tangent. She hoped it had to do with business and not their personal future.
At last their mouths came apart and she unzipped his pants.
"Really eager, huh?" he chuckled, teasing her tender stiff nipples.
"Yes, you big stud!" she breathed, her fingers closing around his tumid cock. She drew it out of his boxer shorts and pants opening. Ohhhh! She would never have enough of that sex thing! Slickness was oozing from his piss hole, which made her know she was still appealing to him. Her cunt was oozy, her clit aching.
She fondled his prick and watched him play with her tender breasts. Fooling around was so much funnnn!
"I have some news for you, honey," she whispered, squeezing his cock.
"Anything to do with pussy?" he chuckled.
"Yes, it does!" she giggled.
"Well, I'm waiting," he said.
"You know Susi Lang, my Tuesday keyboard pupil?"
"Sure, I've noticed her. Widow, isn't she?" He had seen the fine looking brunette. Her husband had drowned in a fishing boat accident a year or so before. He had been well insured and she worked for a lawyer, as a legal secretary.
"Right," Dotty said. "And she thinks you're really something."
"Well, aren't you jealous?" he asked, squeezing one thrusty breast, then tensing his cock.
"Well, I just can't be, with you, honey," she cooed. "I have a date set up for day after tomorrow night, at her place. Okay?"
"Mmmmmm!" he chuckled. "For that you get a real good humping now."
"Play with my cunt, Carl! Please! I'm almost ready to come!"
He gripped her tightly, his right hand dropped to her crotch, and he began pressing and fondling her thinly-covered pussy. She knew he liked sexy undies. She spread her thighs wide and curled her cunt upward. Ohhhhh! It was so good she whined with delight.
His head lowered to her tender, coned breasts, and he sucked a stiff, pink nipple into his lips. Heavvvvy! His best finger traced a hot pathway up and down her cunt slit, ending at the top-, against her clit.
Stings of pleasure spread through her loins. He dallied with her, easing away just as she began to have her goodies. He knew how she liked it!
"Ohhhh, Carl!" she panted. "Love it, love it!"
She felt her nipple harden delectably in his sucking lips, he didn't stop- this time! He squeezed her whole cunt and jiggled his palm very swiftly against her achy, leaking twat. She was rising, sailing, shivering toward her crest! Yes, yes, yesss--ohhhhh! His head lifted from her boobs.
"It's coming, stud!" she cried, squeezing his leaky-headed prick.
"Come, baby, come off hard!" he muttered in just the tone of voice she adored. "Shoot your pussy at my fingers!"
The shivery pangs of her come fun raked her loins! She bucked at his hand and arched her breasts toward his mouth. Nuance after honeyed nuance pulsed her clit and tightened the mouth of her cunt! He made her go off so good and hard! The soft background music, his aggressive nearness, his head now against her quivering tits, made the last twinges utterly divine!
"Ohhh!" she panted, softening in his embrace. "Ohhhh, you animal!"
"You come off real good, baby!" he murmured, still nuzzling her tits. "Want to go to bed now?"
She sighed. "Let me lap fuck your cock, honey," she purred. "We haven't done that in a long time!"
"Good," he said . . .
Freddi and Ella walked out of the movie house and went to Ella's car. It had been an extremely romantic film. Ella had a tingling clit, and she knew that Freddi was stimulated, too. Pretending to be girl and husband was becoming more ridiculous every day Ella was getting ready to split and go back home to Oakland and her parents; the only thing was, she wanted Carl to go with her!
Sitting in the car in the darkened parking lot, Ella leaned in and slid her right hand between Freddi's long thighs. Ella had decided that since her time in Seaside was limited, she might as well take a shot at Freddi.
"Let's don't go home yet," Ella murmured. "I'm sure Dotty and Carl are getting a little. Let's go to a motel and fuck!"
Freddi giggled. "I wondered if you'd ever make a pass! Sure, I could use a little. You ever fucked girls before?"
"Some," Ella murmured. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, only I like cock a lot better," Freddi said. She started the car. Ella fit her hand tightly to Freddi's crotch, and Freddi opened her legs. Those nice long boyish thighs excited Ella's sex centers. Freddi giggled and angled her cunt mound higher. She was taking the highway to Beach Haven.
"What we ought to have is some guy to make it a real party," Freddi said. "There are a couple of clean bars in Beach Haven. Let's pick up some Joe and give him lots of pussy!"
Ella laughed. "Sounds interesting! I hope we can find one who's hung like Carl."
The Dune Bar looked like the best spot for action, so Freddi parked in front and dug out her hair brush. She soon had a girlish hairdo. By adding some makeup and removing a bra that concealed her cute jutting tits, she was quite feminine. Her pants and shirt already fit revealing. She had a pair of high heeled sandals in the car. When they stepped out and went into the lounge, Ella could not keep from staring at the slim, leggy figure. Freddi made a better girl than a guy, anyway.
The girls wiggled to a booth, and half a dozen studs seated at the bar either glanced or stared at them. One low wolf whistle made Ella smile. The commercial fishermen were working nearby, and men outnumbered women at least three to one. Good!
They ordered martinis from the chesty waitress, and when she brought them she said the big blond at the end of the bar had bought them. Ella liked his looks, and lifted her glass, smiling at him. He grinned. Ella curled a finger at him.
He walked to the booth. Narrow hips, wide shoulders, a really rugged looking stud. His basket was impressive. Denim pants, open-throated shirt. He stood at the end of the booth.
"Tod, here," he said.
"Rest it and thanks for the drink, Tod," Ella said. "This is Freddi and I'm Ella." She slid over to make room for him. His dark blue eyes took the girls in, a little smile touched his expressive mouth.
"What are two number tens doing out on the town?" he asked. His tan was marvelous. His short blond hair looked sunburned.
"What's a hunk like you doing out alone, Tod?" Freddi giggled.
"Hoping something like this would happen," he said. The waitress brought him a highball he had evidently already ordered. She fawned over him.
Go fuck yourself with a muddle stick, Ella thought. This stallion belongs to us, cunt.
They visited a while, getting the feel of things. Finally he said: "I know a guy who'd like to join us."
"Oh, we want just you, Tod," Ella giggled.
He grinned. "I could stand that!"
"We thought you could," Freddi cooed. "Is your pad around close?"
He nodded. They finished their drinks, and went outside. Freddi said she'd follow his car. It was a modern looking duplex, and the inside was neat. Some men did know how to keep a place picked up.
He turned down the lights, turned up some slow rock music, and Ella and Freddi went to the john. They did what girls do before a party, and went out into the living room. He had martinis mixed, and they sat on his sofa, with Tod between them . . .
Tod was getting a big hard-on. His luck with cunt hadn't been good lately, but he'd struck the jackpot tonight, man. A imagine long-legged brownie and a lush, young redhead. Fuuuuck! He figured they were traveling through, because he hadn't seen them around Beach Haven. Didn't matter. They were after a good time, and he had what they were craving.
He'd had two girls a few times, but none as classy as these cunts. Looked like models, and maybe they were. The good lookers were generally better fucking than the wrens, anyway.
"Where are you chicks headed, anyway?" he asked, spreading his legs to give them a better look at his meat. He had a good thick niner he was proud of, and it was making his basket enlarge as he stiffed fresh, young pussy.
"We're just out for a good time, Tod," the redhead cooed, dropping her right hand on his left leg. She slid her fingers in toward his outfit. He grinned, sipping his martini. He had made a large shaker of the mix. Very light on the vermouth.
He slid his left arm around the redhead, inhaling her perfume and cunt aromas, and she held her mouth up for a kiss. Her silky, warm lips opened wide, their tongues flicked together, and he lifted his right hand to her bulgy blouse. Yeahhhh . . .
Oh, this is good! Ella thought, shivering. He wants me first! Just what the pussy needs! she thought. It's neat to feel a new man, real neat! Carl has his change of girls. I need a new cock pumping in my cunt!
He had her blouse open in seconds, and her tender breasts were out for his pleasure. Her tingly nipples were already stiff, her clit was itching. Freddi was giggling and smiling, sipping at her cocktail. The girls hardly ever drank liquor, but this was a special evening!
Tod's tongue stroking in her mouth, and his hand cupping her tits, drew a whine from Ella's throat. She opened her legs invitingly . . .
Freddi had a sharp, tingling clit. This was exciting as hell, watching him play with Ella's tits, running his tongue into her mouth and throat. As her pinkies settled on Tod's basket, Freddi shook with desire. Damn! She finished her martini and moved in front of the other two. She unfastened her shirt, lifted her tits out, and undulated her body.
Ella and Tod stopped kissing and looked at Freddi. She giggled, took her shirt off and unfastened the band of her pants.
"Yeah, show me some pussy!" he chuckled.
Ella giggled, still fondling his cock bulge, and he continued playing with Ella's boobs. They were really very sexy tits!
"Done!" Freddi smiled, her pants falling to the floor. She wore sheer red bikini panties. In heels and half nylons and panties she knew she looked stimulating. She posed with her long legs apart and undulated her ass.
"Great, great!" Tod exclaimed. "Ella, why don't you get your pants off, too?"
"What I'm waiting for is to get my pussy off!" Ella laughed. She unzipped Tod's fly, and reached inside.
"Oh, me, too!" Freddi giggled.
Tod laughed. He helped Ella get his pants apart. When his big cock stood up from his shorts, thick and long and large-knobbed, Freddi shuddered. He was hung! Maybe not as long as Carl's rigid prick, but thicker! It was the sexiest cock she had ever seen! Carl had it, but Tod had more of it!
"Ohhh, what a beauty of a cock!" Ella breathed, her fingers closing around his shaft.
"You can say that again!" Freddi exclaimed. She danced closer to Tod, her cunt turning oozy . . .
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Now this is more like it!" Ella giggled. She was stretched out at Tod's left on his queen-sized bed. Freddi was on his right. The music drifted in from the living room. He had turned the lights down fairly low. The girls wore their panties, and Tod was naked.
"Yeah," Tod said, reaching for Ella's cunt. She spread her thighs and arched her tits at him. The martinis were working, she was dizzy with cock lust. As her fingers closed around his huge, hot prick, she moaned her pleasure.
His hand crept inside her panties and cupped her itchy cunt. Ohhhh! Clear juice was leaking from the knob hole of his cock, it tensed in her eager grip. It was like she hadn't had any prick for months! She was dying for it!
"Rip my panties and let me top-fuck this big, beautiful prick!" she breathed.
He chuckled. "Hey, I'll take them off, Ella."
"Ohhh, hurry!" she gasped, hunching up at his fingers.
He sat up and slid her panty away, down her legs, and onto the floor. She scrambled over above him, feverish with need. Her cunt was puffed and drooling fuck sap, her tits were melon-firm, peaked away out.
Quickly she fit her cunt to his swollen cockhead and eased her achy flesh around it. She gasped with delight! The stretch of her cunt mouth as his glans oozed up into her vagina was just fantastic! She had thought Carl was the only stud in her life, but she was having second thoughts.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, pushing more prick up into her box. "Ohhhh, that's good cock!"
"Drive it up in there, baby," he muttered, cradling her tits in his hands. She gasped and lunged downward! The jab of his huge knob at the depths of her shivery cunt sent shock waves through her entire being! Her clit stiffened, her nipples hardened, and she started her come fun!
"OHHH, it's coming!" she cried fiercely. "Ohhhh, oh, oh, ohhhh!"
Pulse after erotic pulse rippled through her loins! She hunched and bucked, jamming his knob at her tender cuntal deeps! She was in a kind of frenzy. His cock tensed, but he wasn't showing any signs of shooting his semen. Good!
She rocked and squirmed as the after-fun gripped her pelvis. Ohhhhh! The nuances of relief were almost as sharp as the come throbs! Her cunt mouth twitched delectably around the root of his prong. Her pussy flow made the connection really slick.
"Ohhh, oh, ohhhh!" she panted, sinking for-ward. "You horse!"
He cupped her ass cheeks, kneading the rounded flesh, creating more sweet after-tingles . . .
Freddi was so hot she decided she had to play with her cunt! This was fine fun for redheaded Ella, but not so much pleasure yet for the extra girl. Sure, Ella was cute and chesty and bubbly. And the way she acted she was pretty damn good fucking! From a man's viewpoint, at least. Eventually Freddi wanted to find out how hot she was doing a cunt rub or eating cunt.
Freddi fastened her right hand on her achy, dripping cunt and used her left hand on her peaked-up tits. Ella looked over.
"Oh, wait, honey!" Ella breathed. "I'll climb off and you climb on!"
Tod grinned. Of course he liked this! Men were always after new cunt. Their damn polygamous nature had caused a lot of problems, and had given some horny girls a little fun, too. Wives didn't need to get every drop of jism! Pretending to be a man at Seaside had given Freddi a few things to consider. Males had so many advantages.
Ella lifted up and slowly exposed Tod's huge, cunt-wet prick. Ohhhh, it was tremendous! She could hardly wait to get her achy cunt around it! This trio thing was, almost torture! As Ella dropped over on her back, Freddi climbed swiftly above the stud.
"Looks good there, Freddi," Tod grinned, staring at her cunt.
"So does your cock, baby!" Freddi breathed.
"Bring it down and let's see how it fits around my meat, huh?" he chuckled.
Shaking with lust, Freddi fastened her tender, swollen cunt lips around Tod's huge cockhead. Her flesh stretched . . . and stretched!
"Ohhhh!" she whined, quivering with need. His hands lifted to her pointy little tits, he cupped them with knowing expertise. Her cunt yielded to her pressure, it began to settle snugly and deliciously around his cock! She moaned and hunched!
"OHHH!" she cried, as the pillar of cock fIesh squeezed up into the depths of her shivery cunt! "Oh, this is gooood!"
"Sure as hell is," Tod muttered, squeezing her tingling breasts.
Why is it better than Carl's prick? Freddi asked herself. Because it's new, I bet! It is thicker! Tod is a real rugged man, and younger than Carl. God! I could fuck for hours!
She began to rock her ass and sway her shoulders, pushing her tits tightly into Tod's knowing hands. The stings of arousal were just fantastic! His prick seemed to burn her tender inner flesh. Her cunt was quaking and twitching around his meat!
She wasn't coming off as fast as Ella had, but he seemed to like her movements and the build-up. Fucking was such fun! Stroke, stroke, pause! Ella watched, wide-eyed, her right hand on her oozy cunt, her left hand on her bountiful tits.
"Come on and get one, Freddi," Tod encouraged, tensing his huge cock.
"Oh, I'm almost ready!" Freddi breathed, shaking with anticipation. Her nipples were stiff, and he seemed to like her rather smallish, peaked out boobs. She hunched faster, faster . . . right up to the brink of her go-off.
"Yeah, baby, bang it! Come hard!" Tod arched his hips upward. The sudden extra cock started Freddi on her fun trip! The room whirled around her, she felt a series of luscious twinges, and she had her goodies!
She shouted, her hips flying. The honeyed throbs of her clit and the twitches of her cunt around his prick, sailed her into a froth of exquisite climactic nuances! She bucked and panted, feeling her tits jiggle in his holding hands. The waves of relief were sharp and delicious! It was just a wonderful terrific fucking experience! She slumped forward . . .
Ella trembled with envy. Watching Freddi come off was a stimulating experience! While Freddi recovered, her tits mashed to Tod's chest, Ella fondled her clit and her breasts. She wanted to get Tod's first shot of jism, but he seemed to want Freddi where she was. Tod looked over at Ella and grinned.
"Get one on your fingers, baby. I like to watch that"
"You would!" Ella cooed. "You can reach it with your hand. Help me out, huh?"
"Sure," he said, extending his best hand. She scooted closer and his palm settled on her cunt. Freddi was still resting, her head turned the other way. Good. His longest finger slipped into Ella's tingling cunt. He explored delicately, sending neat thrills up and down her body, making her feel more into the threesome. Ohhh, he was smooth with her achy cunt!
"Oh, that's super!" she breathed, hunching at his hand.
Freddi raised her head. "What're you two doing, anyway?"
"He's finger playing my cunt, honey!" Ella giggled.
"Is it as good as prick?" Freddi purred.
"Nothing is as neat as cock!" Ella said. "Are you going to sit up there all night?"
"Let me get one more, kids!" Freddi breathed, lifting her upper body. Her long legs drew in at his sides and she began thrusting her hips. Tod continued his finger play in Ella's tingling, juicy cunt. Now his upper palm was pressing on her clit, increasing her pleasure. Freddi stroked faster.
"Ohhh, this is gonna be a big one!" Freddi panted, her cute ass moving with more purpose.
"I'm about to come off, too!" Ella gasped.
"Go, girls, go!" Tod urged, diving his finger silkily in Ella's stinging cunt. Her clit was tensing, her nipples hardened. It was a beautiful sensation, wanting to have her goodies when Freddi did. Of course, she had the best of it, with his big prick buried up in her cunny!
Ella gripped her swollen breasts in her hands, she teased her tumid nipples, his finger stroked deeper . . . and she went off! At the same instant Freddi hunched wildly, Tod squeezed her cute, pointy tits, and she whimpered vividly. She was getting her cunt fun too!
Ella cried out as the honeyed stings of orgasm bunched in her loins and spread delectably through her body. For a finger come it was just fantastic! She bucked at his hand and finger, she panted and strained for the last sweet nuances. Ohhhhh! But she will want prick up in her juicy cunt . . .
Tod grinned and rested. These two beauties couldn't seem to get enough. He had noticed this before, though. The real number tens were particular, they didn't fall over for just any stud. He had caught them when they were in heat. They had some catching up to do.
He wanted to watch them fuck, too. Sure as hell when two girls picked on one man, there was some lezzie action pending. It was a good cock-hardener if his meat began to go limp. He hadn't dumped his load yet, but he was getting close. Freddi had a fine snug cunt.
Watching them leave the bed and wiggle into the bathroom was interesting. The sweet rounded ass of the redhead's and the narrow but delicately firm butt of the leggy pussy. He had brought a towel to the bed, and he wiped his prick on it. Mmmmmm. He wouldn't need much more stimulation to break his rocks.
He heard them giggling as they made their cunts and bodies fresh for more dalliance. As they came out, smiling and eager, he proposed his idea.
"I'd sure like to watch you two girls fuck. How about it?"
"Why shame on you!" Ella exclaimed, wiggling up to the bed. "We will if you promise us some more sliding prick!"
"Hey, of course!" he chuckled. "My cock needs a little rest."
The girls giggled and exchanged looks. They crawled on the bed at his left and the long-legged one began kissing and fondling the sexy young redhead . . .
Freddi crawled between Ella's plump warm thighs, her cunt aching. The two girls had already talked it over in the bathroom. They knew he'd want some 'show' stuff, men were that way. It turned out that Ella had been curious about a lezzie fuck, and this was a wonderful time to try each other.
"Feels good!" Ella giggled, arching her cunt up at Freddi's lowering crotch.
"Oh, it sure does!" Freddi breathed, fastening her cunt to Ella's cunt. The cloying, clinging contact sent sweet tremors up and down Freddi's body. In the john they had already kissed and rubbed their tits together. It wasn't like they were unfamiliar with each other.
"When you get going I have a little surprise for you, girls," Tod said.
Freddi shivered and continued fucking. Ella was lifting her crotch, making it easy. It seemed so natural to fuck this neat redhead. The desire had been there, and now they had the opportunity. Freddi fit her clit to Ella's clit and burrowed it.
How could Tod have a 'surprise?'
She didn't care right now! The stings of pleasure were too sharp and delicious!
"Ohhhh, hit me harder, honey!" Ella cried softly. "I'm about ready to come!"
Freddi hunched faster and faster. Oh, her own come fun was approaching, too! Just a little more, ohhhhh, yesss--faster and faster! Ahhhhh! The nuances were so sweet that Freddi cried out. Her clit was throbbing and tensing! Her come fun was utterly far out!
Now Ella was going off, too! Her clit throbbed, her ass bucked, her face twisted. She gripped Freddi with all her strength.
"Ohhhh, it's coming, honey!" Ella panted. "Fuck me hard!"
Freddi didn't need a second invitation. Her own fun was still happening, and the squishy connection was just what her cunt needed! She hunched and writhed and kept thrusting until the after fun took over. It was a beautiful trip!
Suddenly she felt Tod moving above her. What on earth was he planning, anyway?
"Curve your cunt up, baby," he muttered. "If you want some good, hard cock."
Freddi trembled, not sure she could position herself for prick while she was still finishing her fuck with Ella. But she was certainly going to try! It would be a sort of doggie style fuck. She angled her crotch backward and upward, and then she felt the hot flame of his prick against her swollen, leaky cunt lips.
"Are you going to fuck her--like this?" Ella breathed, staring past Freddi up at Tod.
"Sure," he said.
Freddi braced herself on hands and knees, and suddenly that burning cockhead began to spread her tender, wet labia. Ohhhh! It was going in! The power of his cock, as he stroked it deep, brought a new wave of lust through her being. The bed sighed as he fucked. Ohhh, it was glorious!
"Yeahhhh!" he muttered, fucking faster. The piston-like drives of his huge cock brought her closer and closer to her come-off. He was breathing faster. He was going to squirt his jizz! She felt his nuts drawup--he shuddered, his cockhead swelled, and he cursed as he jammed her cuntal depths with bull-like strokes. Her cunt twitched, her clit hardened, and she felt the first stings of her orgasm! She could not resist getting her goodies again! She wanted to have them!
"Ughhhh!" he groaned. "Yeahhhhh!"
The bed shook, her senses dimmed, and then nothing mattered but the hard beating of her cunt gun, shooting sweet bullets, one after the other! His weight mashed her down. There they were, Ella underneath, Freddi posing on top- of the redhead, and Tod mashing both of them down as he stroked and groaned in his finale.
The feel of his big cock socked in her cunt, as it began to shrink after his semen erupted from it, was what Freddi had been craving more than anything! Her pussy still fluttered around his cockmeat! Ohhh, funnn!
Fucking Ella was wonderful, but taking prick was the best thing in town!
At last Tod lifted up and rolled over on his back. Freddi lifted away from Ella, who was still limp, eyes closed, her soft thighs sprawled, her cunt oozy with girl come juice.
Freddi sank down at Ella's left. She nudged the cute redhead. "Honey, I think that stud could use more pussy!"
Ella opened her eyes and giggled. "I bet he's as pooped as I am! You sure did give me a biggie, Freddi!"
Freddi sighed. Ella was right about Tod. He rested with his eyes closed, his prick half-limp on his belly. The girls would simply have to wait a while for more sliding prick!
Ella smiled, reaching for Freddi's cunt, and Freddi did the same. They exchanged cozy pussy feels. Two smart girls knew what to do when the stud needed a rest.
CHAPTER NINE
"Sorry I'm late, Marci," Carl Holt smiled, entering the studio where she'd been waiting for her lesson. Oh, he was worth waiting for! In tight pants and open-throated sport shirt, he was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. Of course, the fact that he had torn her cherry and given her a terrific fucking had something to do with her emotions!
"Oh, that's all right!" she beamed. She wore her tightest jersey and best looking jeans. She was proud of the way her tits pushed out at the jersey, and his dark eyes gleamed as he looked at her twin beauties.
The big house was very quiet. Carl moved up behind her and slid his arms under hers, cupping her breast cones.
"Wow!" she breathed. "I like this kind of music lesson!"
He breathed on the back of her neck, shaping her tender tit bulges. "Everyone's gone, sweetie. Does that suggest anything?"
"Yesss!" she breathed, shivering. "Won't some-one be coming--I mean--"
"You know that little house at the back of the lot?" he murmured.
"Yes!" It was a kind of summer house, hardly ever used. She had once heard a music student practicing violin in there. One of Ella's pupils.
"Meet me there in half an hour, Marci," he murmured, giving her achy breasts a hard, cozy squeeze.
She nodded eagerly. He leaned down, kissed her below the left ear. As she turned her head he fastened his mouth on hers. The cling of her lips on his, the slow, stroke of his tongue in her eager mouth, sent thrills all up and down her body. Ohhhh! The continued press of his hands on her tits underlined her need. She had waited days and days for this!
At last he drew away, and winked at her. She left the studio with a little wave of her hand, her head thudding, her pussy already wet. How she needed him and his big, stroking prick! Reaching home, Marci noticed that Helen's car was gone. Good! Marci needed no interference from her 'aunt.' Helen had been acting differently lately.
Had poor frustrated Helen found a boyfriend? She certainly needed one! But how did women her age line up steady fucking? Money was probably the only answer! She was fairly attractive, but no knockout.
Marci slipped along across the back lawn, into the alley and walked up behind the little summer cabin at the rear of the Holt lot. A door faced the alley and she found it unlocked. She slipped inside. The drawn drapes created a warm twilight. She sat on the edge of a couch, waiting. She reached up and cupped her tits: How tender and swollen they were! How they ached for Carl's hands and mouth!
She noticed the little house had a bathroom, thankfully. Having sex fun was sometimes kind of messy!
Suddenly a door opened at the back of the cabin, and Carl stepped inside! He grinned and moved up beside her, sitting at her right on the couch. His left arm gripped her waist.
"Damn!" he murmured, his play hand returning to her tits.
"Ohhh, Carl!" she whispered. "I need this real bad!"
"Hey, I know," he said. He took her mouth and his tongue seemed to stroke all the way down to her tingling cunt! He shaped her covered tits, and then began to lift her jersey. She reached over and touched his prick lump, trembling with eagerness. He had so much prick! His basket swelled as she fondled it. Dreamy thrills spread through her body. She dived her tongue around his, curving her tits out just as the thin jersey fabric cleared her swollen cones. Ohhhh, her nipples were as stiff as finger-ends!
He had such a pretty, blonde wife it was a wonder he had any energies left for other girls. But he was that kind of man!
She sank back on the couch, sucking his tongue, shivering with stinging delight. She certainly hoped no spying neighbors had seen her slip into this cabin! He continued kissing her mouth, nibbling on her lips, breathing hard. He wasn't nearly ready to come, but he knew his uneven intake of air was stimulating for her.
His mouth came unglued, he stood beside the couch, removing his shirt, loosening his pants. She quickly unfastened her jeans and slid them to the floor. In her panties and half nylons she spread out on the couch. As his pants dropped, revealing his cock inside his colorful briefs, she shook with craving. God!
His shorts slid to the floor. The high angled length of his cock made her gasp with joy! It was so long and sexy! It was the answer to any hot girl's dream!
Marci skinned out of her panties and tossed them at him, giggling. He caught the scented lacy nothing and sniffed at it.
"Smells like fresh young pussy," he chuckled.
"Well, I hope so--! " she laughed. "When're you going to sniff at the real thing?"
"Soon, baby, soon," he grinned, moving down at her right. He was reaching for her cunt, and she had her hand on his rigid, leaky-headed prick when a strange sound interrupted. The back door opened and Helen Wood stood there!
"What the hell--? " Carl growled, moving off the couch.
Marci had never been so confused and embarrassed in her life! Of all the crazy things! Had Helen slipped a cog somehow? She wore snug short and halter, and looked very sexy.
"Carl!" Helen cried. "I need you! I want to join in! I'll do anything!"
"You awful, spying thing!" Marci gasped. She felt terribly naked, which she was!
"Please, Carl and Marci!" Helen implored. She came in, closing the door behind her. As a kind of afterthought she said: "I've had a key to that door for years, before you ever came here, Carl. I'm sorry! I'm desperate!"
He shrugged and looked over at Marci. "What do you say, Marci?"
Marci did indeed feel sympathy for her distant relative. But what had made her so bold? Only one real answer--Carl had fucked her! Somehow Marci knew it.
"I guess it's all right," Marci said, weakly. "I know you need sex, Helen. I just wish you'd get it from him when I'm not here!"
Carl sat back on the couch. "Well, get your clothes off, Helen. We might as well have a party."
Marci noticed that his cock was back up, high and hard. At the moment of the break-in his prick has lost dimensions. Helen stared at it, glassy-eyed, swiftly removing her halter. Marci was surprised at the size and shape of Helen's tits. It was hard to tell with clothes on. She had a really sexy pair! Her nipples were long and thick, with wide bands of dark flesh around the cones . . .
Carl was not as upset as he pretended. This was a great situation. Neither one of these cunts had been the threesome route, it was as plain as day. He was going to get all he could out of this setup. Ella's proposition sounded better all the time. She hadn't brought it up recently, however, not since the night she and Freddi had 'gone to a movie.' It was fairly obvious they had got some strange prick.
Not difficult for two top-drawer cunts like those two were.
"Say, Helen, I was just about to give Marci some prick," he grinned, placing his hand back on Marci's cunt. "Why don't you dance around a little and show off your body."
"If you--say so!" Helen gasped. Her shorts and panties were gone now, and she stood red-faced beside the couch. Her dark-haired cunt looked puffed, like maybe she'd been boxing it herself. Helen opened her rich, white thighs and started undulating her bod. She brought her hands up to her breasts and fondled them . . .
I can't believe I'm here, doing this! Helen thought wildly. It's awful, but my cunt is turning wet! I just knew Carl would plan something today, when Marci had her piano lesson. I hid my car down the alley, and slipped up on them. Ohhhh!
"Go, go, baby!" Carl grinned, his right hand on Marci's pretty cunt. How delicious Marci looked with no clothes on! Helen knew she wanted to fuck Marci! This might be the right time and place! Once they got started they could do it often. Carl certainly wouldn't be around Seaside forever.
Helen had visited a night club a few years before and had watched an erotic performance; that had been in Nevada. She knew what men liked to watch, a woman pretending to be screwed. She opened her thighs and stared at Carl's huge prick, and hunched her hips. The thrusting motions were stimulating!
"Play with your cunt, Helen," Carl grinned, his play finger stroking in Marci's young, dewy pussy. "Oh, do I have to?" Helen implored.
"Hey, make it exciting," he chuckled.
Helen had gone this far, she simply was not going to miss this chance at his beautiful prick! She hadn't seen it in all its glory the night he had horned her out on the patio; now it was in clear sight. It was just too much!
She dropped her right hand down to her cunt, and started fondling her clit. Ohhhh, it was so stiff and tender! She rocked her hips and played with her tits, using her free left hand. Ohhh! If she didn't stop- this she was going to come! The thought of having her goodies in such circumstances was horribly naughty, even though Carl had fucked her once. Marci was watching as closely as Carl.
"Come off for us, Helen," Carl chuckled. "You need one!"
"Ohhh, please--ohhhh, don't ask that!" Helen protested. But already she was quickening her hand movements! She was caught up in her lust, she was trapped by her cravings, and she had no shame at all. What was she turning into, a raving nympho?
"Come on, Helen, go off!" Marci giggled. "I didn't know you can dance like that."
"It comes easy for hot women, Marci," Carl chuckled.
Helen squirmed and hunched and fondled her clit. The stings of erotic pleasure quickened! She was going to go-go right here in front of them! Now she wanted to! She would show them just how sexy and alluring she really was.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, her hand flying on her curved-out cunt. "Ohhhh, I'm coming! Ohhhh!"
As her hips lurched and her breasts jiggled, the sweet nuances of her orgasm raked her body! She remembered coming so hard around his prick out on the Holt patio, she had thought about it dozens of times since, and now she was coming for him again! Her legs weakened as she screwed her hand, feeling the honeyed pulsing of her clit . . .
Marci could hardly believe Helen was actually doing this! Playing with her cunt and tits and having her climax in such extraordinary circumstances! She really wanted Carl! A woman desperate for prick would do this for a fuck.
Helen finished her come fun and staggered back into a chair, legs sprawled, her hand still busy on her cunt. Her face was a mask of passion, she was certainly not finished with her fun!
Carl murmured in Marci's ear. "Sweet stuff, let Helen get some prick, huh? She's earned it. I'll have lots for you later."
"Sure," Marci whispered. "She needs it, bad!"
Helen opened her eyes and stared at the bed. Carl still had his finger up in Marci's cunt, and Helen began fondling her box again. A deep flush colored her cheeks and throat.
"Come on over and join us, Helen," Carl said. "You need some of this cock."
"Oh, I certainly do!" she gasped. "More than anything!" She leaped from the chair and Marci drew away to make room for Helen. Marci crawled from the couch, came around it and sank down at Carl's right. He gave her a sly wink that Helen couldn't see.
Now Carl buried his play hand in Helen's uptilted cunt and leaned above her enough to suck her swollen, long-nippled tits. Her fierce moan of pleasure as Carl fingered her cunt made Marci feel good. Helen's left hand sought and found his tumid prick, and she moaned again. She cuddled his meat like it was the only cock in the world!
Suddenly Helen was having her come shot! Her legs kicked, her breasts arched high, she uttered a harsh cry of ultimate pleasure. Marci had heard it before, when Helen masturbated, but this sound was louder, more vivid! She was coming with a man's finger in her cunt and his lips sucking a peaked-up nipple!
"Ohhh, oh, ohhhhh!" Helen whimpered, keeping her firm grip on his cock. "Ohhhh, Carl, it's so good!"
"Baby, you come off real hard," Carl muttered, his finger still stroking in Helen's cunt.
"Oh, you make me come hard!" Helen breathed.
Marci held her own cunt in her right hand, wondering how much time he was going to spend on Helen. She soon had her answer. He turned from Helen and removed her hand from his prick.
"Climb up on it, Marci," he grinned. "It's your time for cock."
"Yesss!" she breathed. She moved over above him, and Helen scooted away to make room. How totally different to be mounting a man while her distant relative watched! Helen was staring, wide-eyed. Marci felt certain this was her 'aunt's' very first threesome, and it was certainly Marci's first!
Marci was too hungry for sliding prick to care about anything else! She spread her thighs and brought her achy, puffy cunt down to his swollen prickhead. As the burning glans parted her swollen labia, as his big prickhead oozed up into her shivery cunt, she uttered a wild cry of delight.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh, it's so gooood!"
Her thighs tightened on his body, his hands cradled her tits, and she started thrusting. It was like before, only better! Having Helen here was not bothering her any more! She wanted to show Helen she could put out a good fuck!
She hunched several times, and couldn't hold back! Her fun was storming through her loins! Her clit throbbed, her cunt twitched, and the pangs of cuntal delight drew another cry from her throat! She bucked and stroked furiously, creaking the couch. She had waited so long for his prick! She hoped she wouldn't have to wait that long again . . .
Helen watched Marci buck and thrust to her come, and she almost shouted her envy. Yes, she had gone off on his hand, but that wasn't like taking prick! Helen didn't grip her own cunt, she just had to wait her turn at his cock.
Marci slumped, breathing hard, while he fondled her tits, grinning up at her. Sure, she was so young and pretty! What chance did a woman Helen's age have to capture a stud like Carl?
"Very good, Marci," Carl chuckled.
"Yes, you went off so big!" Helen blurted, surprising herself. She was 'getting into' the party idea! Why not enjoy it to the limit? She had gone this far, she would go 'all the way,' although she wasn't certain what that meant . . .
Carl tensed his prick and cuddled Marci's fine, firm tits. Another swift burst of stroking and he was shooting his load. He reached over and dropped his hand on Helen's cunt.
"Oh, Carl, that feels so nice!" Helen giggled.
He squeezed her expanded cunt. She was more relaxed than before, she was not so uptight. Once girls got into a trio situation they generally enjoyed it. He could not see two men sharing a woman, but maybe it did happen. It wouldn't for him.
"I'll have my cock in there soon, baby," he said, pushing his best finger into her oozy cunt.
She laughed and bucked up at his hand. "I know it, you big stud! I just feel wonderful about this!"
"Good," he said, rolling his finger stem on her stiff clitoris. "We ought to have more parties like this."
Helen beamed, her cunt twitched. "Oh, I certainly hope so! What do you say, Marci?"
"It's fine with me," Marci giggled. "Maybe you could take piano lessons from Carl, Helen."
"I'd rather take fuck lessons!" Helen laughed . . .
Marci was ready for another top-ride orgasm. Ohhh, she had to have it! Helen was okay now, she was accepting things the way they were. Marci started thrusting. Yesss! His cock was even harder! She knew the signs; he was going to go off up in her cunt! His face grew taut, he arched his hips higher and gripped her swollen breasts with purpose in his actions.
"Ride it hard, baby!" Carl growled. "Get your pussy off around my prick! Yeahhhhh!"
Marci whimpered as she bucked toward her fun peak. Ohhhh! It was going to be a BIG one! It was going to be the best cunt spasm she had ever experienced! Yess. A few more thrusts . . . a few more hard bounces . . . and she shouted as the passion rippled through her loins, her ass and her jiggling tits!
"Ohhhh!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, come in my cunt, Carl! Shoot your jism clear up between my tits!"
The sudden throbbing of his cock in her shivery cunt, his shudder of release, made her a total girl, a hot coming girl, the kind of pussy a real stud enjoyed . . .
Helen shook with lust. It was so stimulating to watch Marci have her fun on Carl's big, spurting prick! Things between she and Marci would never be the same; they would be more exciting!
Marci's last fun hunches were terribly dramatic. That girl was as passionate as Helen herself. They wouldn't be masturbating in secret after this; they could watch each other and have all kinds of fun! Carl wanted more parties with them!
Finally Marci fell forward, and Carl held her tightly as she finished hunching for her goodies. His hand had drawn away from Helen's cunt. She didn't need it any more right now. It would soon be her turn for that long, thick cock!
"Oh, it gets better every time, Carl!" Marci breathed:
"Sure it does, sweet stuff," he murmured.
Helen breathed in the strong aroma of his semen. Ohhhh, it was the most wonderful fragrance in the whole world!
His hands caressed Marci's pretty, rounded ass cheeks, and she sighed. He patted Helen's juicy cunt. Boldly Helen reached over and fondled Marci's sweet, rounded butt. Marci lifted her head and smiled at Helms.
"That feels good, Helen! After ,white I want to play with your ass, and your cunt, too!"
"That will make it all the better!" Helen giggled.
CHAPTER TEN
Helen watched as Marci lifted up, exposing Carl's big, pussy wet prick. It was streaked with droplets and smears of jism. What a view, what a sexy vision! Marci giggled and sank down at his left, staring at his not-so-stiff prick.
"I took the starch out of it!" Marci giggled.
"Yeah, you sure did," Carl grinned. "That pussy of yours really sucked the wad."
All three laughed.
"Let's go in the bathroom, Helen," Marci said. "I think this big stud wants to recuperate!"
Helen shivered. She did need to freshen herself, and of course Marci did after taking his huge gush of semen. The girls crawled from the couch, and Helen followed Marci into the john. The moment the door closed they rushed together cunt to cunt, their breasts mashing snugly, their mouths joining. Helen was realizing a secret desire, and obviously Marci felt the same way.
Spreading her thighs, Helen let Marci take the initiative. Their cunts seemed to belong together! Their tongues swirled and stroked deliciously. Marci's slow hip thrusts sent spicy thrills up and down Helen's turned-on body. She felt the tiny spike of Marci's clit, and Helen's clit joined in the voluptuous action.
Helen loved the idea of having her outer cunt smeared with excess jism! They could freshen their cunts later; this was too good to miss! Marci shuddered and hunched faster! Helen tore her puffy mouth from Marci's lips and panted.
"Honey, this is so wonderful!" Helen breathed. "Maybe he'd like to watch us fuck!"
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Carl answered Helen's question. "Yeah, you girls don't have to fuck in the bathroom. Come on out here?'
"Oh!" Helen gasped. "Oh, all right! We'll be there in just a minute."
"Riiight!" Marci giggled.
A few moments later, Helen followed Marci out into the main cabin room. Carl was relaxing in a chair, his cock dangling down between his muscular legs. The sight of it sent shivers through Helen's whole body. Her fresh cunt was swollen, her tits were ballooned with passion. Nothing like this had ever happened to her! The whole scene was furiously exciting.
"Well, go after it, girls," Carl grinned. "That'll get my cock up hard again."
Trembling, Helen sank down on the couch and Marci crawled over between her thighs. Their cunts met and they made small adjustments. Helen thought of all the times she had eavesdropped on Marci, hearing the young girl jiggle the bed as she had her goodies on her fingers. This was like in the bathroom, only now Carl was here, watching them!
Carefully, with squirms and teases, Marci began to fuck . . .
Carl was enjoying himself. His cock was reviving. Marci had a delightful hunching motion, and Helen's crotch was tipped up for the full cuntal connection. Females didn't seem to have any trouble learning how to rub cunts. They were born to it, like mouth kissing. Overcoming their inhibitions was the big deterrent. Get them going after it, and they went ape shit.
Marci was not delaying the fun. She was stroking faster and faster. Helen moaned, her legs kinked back farther. The couch creaked as Marci ground her cunt into Helen's cunt. Marci was getting there, now. Her thrusts quickened even more. Helen cried out, her tits curved up into Marci's tits, and they both had their goodies.
Carl's prick tensed and swelled. Very stimulating to see two cunts get it off. Now Marci groaned as her butt jiggled to the finish. The soft squish of cunt on cunt reached Carl's ears. He grinned, flexing his cock. The girl and woman finished their come trip and Marci sagged on the plump older cunt's body.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, Helen!" Marci gasped.
"It's real gooood!" Helen breathed. Her legs wound across Mare's butt, she uphunched . . .
Marci could hardly believe how delicious this kind of sex really 'was! Of course it could never equal prick in cunt, but it was ten times better than having her climaxes alone!
"Damn good show!" Carl chuckled.
"Beast!" Helen giggled, gazing across at Carl. He flexed his big, high, hard prick and Marci shivered. She wouldn't be having it in her cunt for a while; it was Helen's turn for meat! But Marci didn't care all that much. Sharing was the name of the threesome game.
I love the feel of Helen's cunt when she goes off! Marci thought. Her flesh tightens! It must feel wonderful for Carl when Helen has her come shot!
Marci rolled away from between Helen's shanks, and watched Carl return to the couch. He settled down on his back, and Helen didn't need no invitation to climb up!
Helen was shaking and breathing hard as she positioned herself above Carl, lowering her crotch toward his rigid prick. It was possible that Helen had never top-fucked in her life, but she had watched Marci go after it, and that was enough.
Carl helped guide her down. He aimed his cock at her lowering cunt, and Helen whined as the big knob started squeezing up into her flushed, leaking cunt. The glans slowly disappeared into the juicy vagina and Helen cried out.
"Ohhhh, my God!"
She stroked down, her face twisted with lust, her tits billowed out into his cupping hands, and she started her funnnn! She didn't even hunch! Her orgasm was happening so swiftly she didn't have to! Her thighs quivered against his body, her arms gripped his wrists, and then suddenly she was stroking very swiftly! She was going after another climax!
She comes harder than I do! Marci thought, enviously. Ohhh, and Carl loves it! Her cunt must be sucking or clamping, and maybe both . . .
Helen had never gone off so furiously in her entire life! Her inner cunt was clasping his cock in voluptuous cadence, her cunt mouth was gripping his cockroot in the same sweet rhythm! She had no idea that she could climax so deeply and thoroughly!
That bullish fuck Carl had given her on the darkened patio had hinted at something like this. It had opened up new zones of pleasure . . . but this was like an explosion of all her erotic body zones!
She was rising toward another climax! She bucked and stroked and Carl's tensing prick helped her soar to more heights of voluptuous cuntal sensations. She shouted. She was like a wild animal, bouncing and hunching for her exotic nuances of come fun . . .
Carl grinned and held onto Helen's tits as she had her second orgasm. Damn gooood! Her cunt was active, tightening around his prick with sensual quickness. He had just dumped a load, or sure as hell he would be squirting his gob right now.
At last she lost her thrusts and he drew her down. Her pillowy tits cuddled to his chest, her jerky breathing and her moans of pleasure fed his ego. Nothing like banging a hot woman. He wouldn't tell her just how damn good her cunt was. His thing was young pussy. He would give Helen a fuck now and then. Hell, why not be generous?
"Ohhhh, you devil, you!" Helen breathed, keeping her fluttery cunt snugly around his cock. "You sure do make me come hard!"
He patted her ass, finding it quite firm and shapely. Not bad for past thirty. Sure, there was a lot of good cunt going to waste in that age bracket between around twenty-eight and on up to even fifty. He'd fucked one broad aged forty-nine, and it had been a terrific experience. Knowing how to fuck did make a difference.
"You're good fucking, Helen," he murmured, hunching upward.
She shuddered, her cunt twitching delectably. Mmmmmm.
"I need another rest, baby," he said.
"Oh, of course!" she giggled.
She hated to stop- and let his cock out of her box, but she did. Staring down between her thighs, as his cock emerged from her cunt, she uttered a low whine of almost anguish. Poor cock-famished broad. he'd have more for her later . . .
"Now, do you girls want to eat some pussy?" Carl asked.
Marci shivered, looking over at Helen. They had been to the bathroom again. Carl sat in the chair, facing the bed, his prick half-erect, a wide smile on his handsome face.
"If you--want us to," Helen said. Marci could tell that Helen was not really enthused about cunnilingus. She would surely go for Carl eating her cunt, but--Marci was doubtful herself! There had been times, when she was masturbating, that she wished she could bend down far enough to eat her own pussy; nibbling Helen might be entirely different!
"Why don't you eat us, Carl?" Marci giggled.
"Hey, maybe I will, later," he chuckled. "You girls want more cock, too, I'm sure."
It was very clear that if she and Helen took more prick they would have to do a female sixty-nine. One of Marci's girlie magazines showed young female models eating each other. Well, maybe she and Helen would like it!
Marci crawled over above Helen, spreading her legs above Helen's head, curving her crotch down toward Helen's mouth. The swollen cunt looking up at Marci didn't look all that bad; in fact it appeared damned sexy! This whole area of lesbian sex was taking on new meaning. They just might enjoy it more than they had ever dreamed!
Marci felt Helen's hands grip her ass, drawing her crotch lower, lour. At the same time Marci kissed the moist; puffy cunt slit. Ohhhh, it tasted delicious! A spicy lilac aroma touched Marci's nostrils. Helen's cunt lips twitched!
Suddenly Helen had her mouth fastened to Marci's cunt. It felt just terrific! So soft and voluptuous! When Helen's tongue began stroking up into Marci's cunt, Marci whined with joy. It was just delightful! Marci fit her lips tightly to Helen's cunt and dived her tongue. Helen's shivers of delight were evident, so were her moans of pleasure. Now they had a new source of excitement.
Burrowing in her distant relative's cunt, Marci remembered the clit. She moved her mouth up to the top- of Helen's crevice and rubbed her lips across Helen's woman cock. Helen moaned, her rich thighs trembled. The tiny spike tensed between Marci's clinging lips. Now Helen was finding Marci's clit, sucking it gently. Stings of rich delight spread through Marci's crotch.
Oh, this was the way to eat cunt! A tongue might simulate a prick, but it would never replace such a male sex symbol. The clit was it! Ohhhh, it was more than that! It was where the sucking action really centered!
Now they began to dally with their rising passion. Suck, sip, pause! This act didn't seem unnatural or offbeat at all. It seemed perfectly normal, like they were meant to nibble at each other's cunts!
Soft whines of erotic pleasure came from both of their throats. Carl had talked them into this, and now they were simply 'eating it up!' Ohhh, it was the sexiest thing, it seemed to fill a need away deep inside . . .
Carl smiled and watched his prick enlarge again. Man, those two cunts were really into nibbling each other. He felt certain that more females would go for it if they could ever overcome their 'moral' objections.
His prick was back up to full length, now. It wanted cunt. The girls were about ready to make it, so he decided to wait till they got their fun-guns banged. Their motions quickened, their sounds of enjoyment were louder, and finally they started their come wiggles. Both of them moaned dramatically, their asses quivered, the sucking sounds grew in volume. At the very peak of their twin orgasms, their mouths broke free.
Helen's cry of triumph echoed around the cabin. "Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhhh!"
"Oh, it's coming real big!" Marci shouted.
"Come good, girls!" Carl encouraged. "Get 'em offff!"
Suddenly Marci wheeled around and dropped her cunt to Helen's uptilted cunt, and they bucked and stroked for their remaining goodies. Carl enjoyed watching a girl break her cookies! He liked it better when he caused the explosions, but the view at a distance was-stimulating, too.
They finished with their mouths locked, the asses still thrusting. Girls didn't get through a climax as swiftly as a man. He hadn't learned that right away, but he caught on fast. Now he did all he could to give his fuckmate a good after-thrill trip.
"Now, who wants some more prick, girls?" he chuckled.
Their mouths broke free, they both looked across at him. Helen giggled and then Marci smiled.
"We both do, stud!" Marci cooed. "Should we flip a coin to see who takes that big, hard thing?"
"Whatever you decide," he grinned . . .
An hour later Helen and Marci were back home. They moved to the living room and sat side by side on the sofa.
"Things sure won't be the same around here from now on!" Marci said, gazing at Helen's now covered tits.
"I should say not, honey!" Helen giggled. "I still can't believe all this happened. My God! I didn't realize we could have so much fun together!"
"We won't have to play with our cunts all alone," Marci giggled. "You know, I'm still kind of turned on!"
"Me, too," Helen smiled. "He said he had to get back to the house, but I think he was pooped. We got his last jism!"
They looked at each other. They stood and moved to the stairway that led to the second floor. Moving behind Helen, Marci watched the sweet undulations of Helen's ass, the twist of her body as she climbed the steps. Marci's clit stiffened sweetly.
He got us into this pussy-pussy stuff and I adore it! Marci thought. I'm going to fuck a few other girls, too. It's funnnn! Carl has a whole house full of pussy. That Freddi doesn't fool me. She's a girl pretending to be a man in this straight-laced town. I'll bet she's good fucking! Carl has his hands full.
Helen went to her bedroom, opened the door and Marci followed her in. They closed the door and began removing their clothes.
How thrilling to be disrobing in the same room, watching each other, admiring each other!
"How long have you been wanting to do this, get me in bed and fuck me, Helen?" Marci asked.
"Oh, just years!" Helen giggled. "But we're supposed to be 'proper' people. You have such cute, firm tits, honey!"
"I like your bod and the way you come off!" Marci laughed.
Helen sank down on her bed, and Marci slid in at Helen's right. Marci slid her play hand down to Helen's cunt, and Helen spread her thighs very wide. As Marci teased her fingers up and down Helen's cunt slit, Helen's hand reached over and fondled Marci's cunt. Their mouths came together, their tongues were stroking and coiling. Marci shook with sweet anticipation.
This was the real felt. Could they have as much fun this way, without a man present?"
Helen whined and angled her crotch up. Marci shivered as Helen's fingers invaded her cunt. Yes! It felt just dreamy! Of course, they had just left Carl, and they hoped they could party with him again, so maybe some of his charisma lingered. It didn't matter! They had 'found' one another. They could make it work.
As their passion climbed, Marci realized that Helen wanted to take over. Good! They could take turns being the aggressor. Sliding between Marci's opened thighs, Helen fit her cunt to Marci's cunt, and they both began to thrust.
"Ohhhhh, I love it!" Helen breathed. Their cunts were turning wet and slick already.
"Beautiful!" Marci giggled, tipping her crotch very high.
Helen whined, she lifted her upper body and started kissing Marci's swollen breasts. How utterly neat to watch Helen sip and suck at those tender breast tips! Helen's slow, lingering cunt hunches were shooting thrills all through Marci's body. The bed sighed. The cloying, clinging connection of cunt on cunt was super delish!
Now Helen was getting their cuts into the action.
"Yesss!" Marci breathed. "Keep your pussy right there and make me come, honey!"
"Ohhhh, I'm coming right now!" Helen gasped. Her ass bobbed, their cunts squished together, and Marci felt her clit stiffen for the goodies. She shouted! Helen shouted. They reached their peak sensations together! They grooved, they had it, they could make the scene easily with no help from anyone else!
Marci softened and let the honeyed come thrills sweep through her loins, her cunt and clitoris. Helen rested above Marci, panting softly, continuing her slow, lingering cunt thrusts. They kissed and Marci caressed Helen's ass, her waist, her upper thighs. So far it was truly voluptuous joining.
She wished she could plan something definite with Carl, but men like him, with talent, good looks and a big long cock, would always have girls falling all over them. It was just a fact of life, a fact of fucking.
She hugged Helen and they began thrusting again. Ohhhh, it was so damn good! Their cunts were wet and slick and responsive. Their elks nudged close and stings of need gathered sweetly in Marci's crotch. Helen moaned and fucked faster . . .
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"It's hard to believe that some handsome local man hasn't moved in on you, Helen," Norm Steele said, his eyes warm as he glanced at her snug blouse, her dark wavy hair.
"Oh, you flatterer!" Helen smiled.
She had decided earlier in the day to take a stroll along the beach near town, and she had stopped in at a small cafe near the boardwalk. A tall distinguished looking gentleman with graying hair had smiled at her, and she had smiled back. Now they were in a booth of the cafe, having coffee.
The only drawback about Norm that she could see was his age. He was at least past fifty, and she'd had so much delicious fun with Carl Holt, he had almost blinded her to the males past forty. Carl was only thirty-three, she was thirty-two.
But Marci was right about Carl. As good as he was, as dashing and as expert in bed as could be. Helen and Marci were simply toys for his amusement.
"Are you living here at Seaside?" Helen asked.
"I'm looking around," he said. His eyes on her upper body were certainly saying what she liked--but fifty? Could a man that old perform well in the bedroom? She had to be practical, even though she was slightly desperate!
"Would you like to drop by my home, Norm?" she asked, shivering. The only way to find out about a man was to fuck him! She hadn't had any since the afternoon out in the cabin at the rear of Holt lot; and the follow-up lesbian fuck with Marci.
Helen and Marci still felt rather uncomfortable with the idea of fucking each other. Oh, they'd be at it again, all right! A few more days of going without sex, and wham!
"I certainly would, Helen," Norm grinned.
Shivering at the prospect of maybe getting humped, Helen giggled and let her breasts push forward. His gray eyes gleamed. Outside, she noticed he was driving a big Caddy, which impressed her. She had asked him to follow her in her modest but late model runabout.
It was early afternoon. Marci would be at the bank, of course. Helen led Norm into her living room, her heart thumping. He had a certain subdued charisma, and the lump in his pants looked adequate. She already knew he was a retired stock broker, a widower, and evidently well heeled. He had sold his home at San Francisco, and was 'looking around.'
She brought in a glass of wine apiece, and they sat on her best sofa, she at his left.
"So you live here with your distantly related cousin," he said, peering at the V of her blouse. She was rather self-conscious today because she hadn't worn a bra. Marci had told her that men loved to see a pair of tits riding free inside a low-cut dress top- or jersey.
At least she had stopped sneaking around at night, trying to peer into windows of the Holt house. A good, solid fucking did wonders for a hard-up woman! She hadn't masturbated lately either, and she hadn't heard Marci's bedsprings creaking.
"Marci's a nice, young pretty girl," Helen said, leaning closer to Norm. His left arm went around her shoulders. Mmmmmm! Did his age really matter that much?
His arm tightened, and she turned her head, tipping her mouth up for the expected kiss. She got it! His mouth took possession of her lips, she opened eagerly for his tongue, and she got that, too! He had a clever way of burrowing into her receptive lips, spreading them. His right hand lifted to her bulging blouse . . .
Norm Steele knew when he had a cock-hungry widow in his grip. He'd been fairly truthful with her, although he hadn't related the full measure of his wealth. Some women immediately turned greedy. He had invested mainly in California real estate, had made his pile and gotten out before the last big drop.
His wife had died before her time, he'd been freelancing for cunt ever since. Not difficult to find. He looked young for his age, and sometimes he was able to attract some choice young pussy. The low-age girls were exciting to be with, but some were very poor humping. So many of them thought that by looking sexy, like a TV or Hollywood stereotype, they were good in bed.
Wrong. Just having a cunt didn't necessarily mean it was a stimulating cunt. Some older women knew this, but they were hard to find, too. Some were teachable, some weren't. He had made quite a study of sex. He had been complimented on his expertise between the sheets; he had many good years ahead of him. Right now things with Helen looked fairly promising.
The spread of her full lips, her shiver, indicated she liked it. She was a bit old to be letting her tits go free inside her blouse, but they had gotten his attention. He molded her boobs without inserting his hand inside, getting the 'feel' of her sensuality. Interesting.
She whined with pleasure as he began opening her blouse. He flicked his tongue in her mouth, and she stabbed back with bold enthusiasm. She was hungry, all right. He lifted her breasts out of her opened blouse and his prick began enlarging. Fine, firm breasts, coned at the tips, with good long nipples. As he teased them she moaned and arched her charms at his hand.
For him a good pair of tits was almost as essential to a fuck as a cunt. He'd been a boob buff since childhood, when he'd started peering into girlie magazines and beating his meat. The monster tits didn't thrill him. The tits that blended into the rest of the female, and were responsive to fondling and kissing, were his favorites.
He cuddled Helen's knockers, squeezing and playing, until she was frantic. Her mouth swerved from his, she breathed on his throat.
"I love it, Norm! Come on, let's go in my bedroom!"
His cock tensed, he nodded. She moved upright and he followed her to a stairway. The roll of her ass inside her tailored pants was interesting. Good, full legs, slightly plump. The skinny ones didn't bring his cock up.
They entered her boudoir, well furnished and decorated. A woman's sensuality often showed in her bedroom decor, and Helen's choice of rich colors and lavish furnishings told him a lot about her. Some women thought sex, some didn't.
She began undressing. People their ages didn't have to bother with lot of silly prelims; the best way to fuck was naked. He took off his shirt and dropped his pants, removed his slip-on sandals. She stared at his still-hidden prick in his boxer briefs, and her eyes widened. He had a lot of cock, ten inches at full hardness.
"Oh, my God!" she breathed.
He smiled and dropped his shorts. His cock angled up and out, tensed and leaky at the knob, circled by his still virgin foreskin. The past week his luck hadn't been so good; he needed a fuck . . .
Helen shook with lust. Oh, he was really hung! She was forgetting his age and the touches of gray hair. She needed cock, and he had all any horny woman could wish for! She slid her panties to the floor and drew the covers back. She had bought new colored sheets and she was proud of them. They were wild pink.
She rushed to the bed, spreading out, her cunt already showing signs of wetness and swelling. His expert breast play down in the living room had stirred the tiger inside her! He was just wonderful with her tits! They were firm and peaked, her nipples achy. Carl was good, of course, but Norm seemed to have a special interest in her boobs.
"Oh, come on and get that big thing in my cunt!" Helen gasped, angling her thighs far apart.
"Well, an outspoken woman," he grinned, moving to the bed. His eyes roved along her body, his huge prick tensed. He sank down at her right, his hand claiming her cunt. Stings of sweet arousal spread out from her crotch.
She reached for his cock, closed her fingers around it, and shivered with anticipation. He leaned above her and began kissing her tender, tumid nipples. The way he drew her sensitive tit crests into his mouth, his gentle sucks, drew a moan from her lips.
"Ohhhh, Norm! I hope you stay in Seaside a while!"
"You can bet on that, Helen!" he chuckled. His best finger oozed into her tingling cunt. He teased her urethra. Sugary nuances whirled through her loins. He explored her cunt in a way no one else ever had! He was awakening nerves there! He was showing her what an experienced man could do for her, and she loved every little caress!
Slowly he began to finger-fuck her cunt. Her left hand shot over to his prick, she closed her pinkies around it and shook with lust. She craved the cock she held in her hand, but she needed an orgasm--as soon as possible! His lips on her nipples were inching thrills from her tits. His thumb pressed her clit every time he stroked his finger in her achy, leaky cunt.
He watched her breasts peak even higher. His lips were magical things, sucking sting after sting from her expanded tits. More and more of her breast went into his mouth as he laved her flesh, coiling his tongue around her awakened tit crests.
"Ohhhh, do it!" she breathed. "Norm, make me come!"
His hand stroked faster, faster! She felt the rich seething delight just before her climax. She was coming, but ohhh, so slowly and delectably! He brought her closer and closer to her peak of sensation . . . and suddenly she tumbled into her goodies!
The luscious throbs of her peak sucked a fierce cry from her lips. Her cunt gun was firing, firing, shooting! Her tits heaved, her hips lurched, her thighs jerked! The pounds were utterly delicious! She was having all this and his cock wasn't even in her cunt--yet!
With a nipple far in his mouth, he kept his finger in her cunt until the joyful after-pangs fed her cravings. She softened, panting, still holding his prick, shaking with erotic delight.
"Ohhh, Norm!" she breathed. "You sure got me big and hard!"
"You come real good, Helen," he murmured, around her nipple. "I like it."
"Honey, when do I get this?" she giggled, squeezing his cock.
"Soon," he said, kissing between her swollen breasts . . .
Norm was highly pleased with this new piece of pussy. She went off with gusto, and she had great potential. A fairly snug cunt that clenched when she had her orgasm, and a fine set of tits. One thing he had learned in his various bedroom researches was that the older. a man got the more he had to conserve his shots of semen. He could still shoot two loads in one session, but it drained him.
The best method was to use his prick sparingly, give the woman plenty of finger and mouth action, and maybe not even squirt at all. His pleasure was in making the partner come time after time. Sensual women could do this, and how they ate it up!
He cuddled her oozy cunt, nuzzled her tits, and let her rest a while. He was finding himself curious about the girl who lived here with Helen. If the snapshot in the living room was of her, she was quite a bundle. Dark, slightly plump, long-legged with a terrific set of knockers. Looked intelligent, not that it mattered a great deal.
Some of those would-be brainy types talked too much, and most were poor fucking.
"Ready for some more action, Helen?" he said, squeezing her cunt. She tightened her fingers on his prick and shivered.
"Yes! And please get this big long thing in my cunt!"
He laughed softly. "We do have all afternoon, don't we?"
"Yes, but Mari might come home early--"
"Would she care if you were getting yourself a little?" he said, banteringly. "She sounds very grown up for her age."
Helen tittered. "I suppose it would be all right--"
"Well, stop- worrying and enjoy," he said.
"Oh, whatever you say, you big stud!" she giggled.
He let go of her puffy cunt and crawled over between her legs. She gasped and opened her thighs wide. He smiled down at her, tensing his prick. He moved to his knees between her shanks and played with her spread-apart thigh flesh.
"Now, I want you to do something that'll make your fun more fun, Helen."
"Ohhh, anything, Norm!" she breathed, tipping her cunt up.
"Play with your pussy, Helen. When you're about ready to come I'll run my prick in. Okay?"
She gasped. She looked almost shocked. "But, Norm--"
"Come on, I know women do this. I like to watch it, I can learn how to please you more."
Her eyes widened, she stared at him, at his prick, and suddenly started giggling. "You devil! If you think I'll have more fun . . . all right!"
"I guarantee it," he chuckled . . .
Helen had never heard of such a thing! Of course he knew women masturbated, just as she knew men did, but the idea of playing with herself in front of a lover . . . well, he wanted her to, it would mean she'd have his prick, so why not?
Hesitantly Helen slid her right hand down to her cunt. Her left hand went to her breasts. She started her playings . . .
CHAPTER TWELVE
Marci saw the big new Caddy parked behind Helen's car in front of the house, and she idled her rig up behind the luxury sedan. California license. Neither one of them knew anyone who drove this kind of car. Some salesman, perhaps?
She left her rig quietly and moved around to the back of the house. She'd gotten through work half an hour early, and had driven right home. Entering quietly by the rear door, she slipped into the kitchen, then the living room. Ahhhh!
A bed-creak from upstairs, and a faint muffled cry of womanly delight. Marci shuddered. Helen was getting fucked! She had found some guy and had brought him home. Good for Helen! Nothing had happened for days; they had been reluctant to try fucking each other, although it was sure to happen sooner or later.
Carl Holt hadn't called or made any effort to repeat the threesome party. Of course, Helen could be getting horned by Carl, but what would he be doing over here in broad daylight? He had three choice pieces right at home.
Now the bed upstairs began creaking again. Helen and her new boyfriend were at it again! Trembling, Marci crept up the stairway and moved along the hallway to Helen's bedroom.
The door was ajar!
"Oh, I don't see how I can keep coming like this!" Helen giggled cozily.
"The more times, the better, huh?" a deep male voice replied.
"I should say so!" Helen cooed. "That's such a nice big cock! Come on now, get it ready. I'm going to come! Ohhhhh! Now! Drive it in my cuuuunt!"
The bed shook, Helen cried out sharply, and her whimpers of total rapture were like daggers in Marci's ears. Marci felt her clit harden and her nipples poked, at her bra. She wore one at work. Helen's moans faded, and a long silence followed.
Shaking with lust, Marci stepped up to the door and inched it open so she could peek into the bedroom. A big handsome, strong looking man was crouched between Helen's outflung thighs, his cock just emerging from her upcurved cunt.
"That was the best one yet, Norm!" Helen purred, staring at his cunt-wet prick. It was huge! It was as long as Carl's, and thicker! But the man was certainly not young; he had graying hair. He was surely past fifty.
But why had he drawn his cock out? Helen didn't appear to care too much. She'd just had a violent orgasm!
Then another odd thing happened. Helen began to fondle her tits and play with her cunt!
Norm watched her, grinning, his huge prick poised for another cuntal invasion . . . when Helen was almost ready to come! What a strange way to fuck! Still, a man that age had to be either a satyr or very careful with his spurts of jism.
Marci felt her cunt drooling into her panties. Her bra was too snug. She opened her blouse and unfastened the bra, letting her tits free. Ohhhh, much better! But should she just stand there, watching, or do something?
She decided she would simply not spoil Helen's fun time. Helen hadn't had much prick since her husband's death. She needed this badly. Carl, the bastard, might never ask her for another fuck. He hadn't called Marci, either.
She backed away from the bedroom door, and crept downstairs. She was so hot and flustered she couldn't think straight. But she did know one thing--she had to pop her fun gun! More bed creaking and a fierce cry of delight from Helen underlined Marci's craving.
Moving into the downstairs bathroom, she closed the door, locked it, and slid her pants and panties to the floor. She took her blouse off, got rid of the loosened bra, and settled herself down for her goodie trip. There came a time when a girl simply had to feel relief!
She angled her crotch up, spread the flesh away from her tender, tensing clitoris, and teased the stem just below the tip of her pleasure spot. Ohhhhh! How she needed this! Stings of erotic delight spread from her clit. She cuddled her tits in her left hand, one at a time. She loved to watch her nipples erect and stiffen. The nerves between her boobs and her cunt were becoming more excited. Ohhhhh, damn! She had to rush this first one! Nnnnnnn! Ohhhhhh!
Could she ever turn on for a man Norm's age? Well, he surely looked sexy enough, and he had a cock like a stallion. Some girls her age did get it on with men old enough to be their fathers. It was a fact of life in a man-shortage society. She knew one senior girl at seventeen who had married one of the high school instructors, aged past forty. They had been found fucking away in the girls' locker rooms, after hours.
"Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered, rubbing the root of her clit. "Ohhhhh, it's coming now. Uhhhhh! Fuuuuck!"
The throbs of her climax shook her thighs and the toilet seat creaked. Her quick uphunches, as her little girl cock went off, made more noise than she liked, but when she was into her come fun nothing else mattered!
Ohhhh, she wouldn't wait this long again. Somehow she and Helen hadn't fucked each other yet; it was a whole new thing, and maybe they needed a man to inspire them.
She cupped her cunt for the after-twinges, resting back while she played with her swollen tits. How long had Norm and Helen been fucking, anyway? Marci felt a swift rise of envy. If Helen could find some sexy guy, why couldn't a pussy Marci's age? As soon as possible she would fix herself up and visit a night club, maybe down at Beach Haven.
Or she could put on a bikini and visit the local beach. Sometimes a few college age studs showed up. Damn!
Helen was about ready to call it quits! Her brain said keep going but her cunt was about through for one day. Norm rested on his back at her right, cupping her swollen, leaking cunt, his prick still half-hard. He hadn't squirted his load! How he could hold it so long she didn't know!
"I wish you could stay right here!" Helen giggled, patting his cock. "But I have to consider Marci--"
"I understand," he smiled. "I'll check in at a motel down town, and call you later, and we can work out from there. What about dinner with me tonight?"
"Oh, I'd love it!" Helen gushed.
He started to leave the bed. She grabbed his arm. "Norm, aren't you going to--come?"
"Why not wait until tonight?" he chuckled. "If you're interested in more action."
"Oh, am I!" she exclaimed. "The more the better!"
He grinned. "You're a fine, cooperative woman, Helen . . . "
"Well, is he good?" Marci asked Helen. They were in the living room. Marci had put on shorts and halter and Helen wore the same. Helen flushed.
"I suppose you heard us--"
"Yes, I did!" Marci giggled. "Talk about coming! You just couldn't quit!"
"I never met anyone like him!" Helen said, her face still pinked. "He spread me out on the bed, and--well, I played with myself! Just when I was ready to come, he'd run his prick in! I almost fainted, every time!"
Marci laughed. "That is different. But if it's fun, why not? I sure do envy you!"
Helen sighed. "We're having dinner later. You know, I wish you could--come along, Marci."
Marci shivered. "Now, that wouldn't be fair to you."
"But he didn't even--come once!" Helen breathed. "I bet-he could take care of you, too."
"A man that old," Mara said. "I don't know--"
"You won't notice his age when he starts getting you ready!" Helen giggled. "He loves breasts. He made mine really stand up and beg!"
"Well, if you think it would be all right," Marci said, her cunt already tingling. "We sure can't expect much from Carl. I mean, it was wonderful, and we learned what we could do, but that's it. He hasn't called once!"
"I know, honey," Helen sighed. "Right now we don't need him."
The night club in Beach Haven was crowded with summer tourists and sport fishermen. Marci was terribly excited, because Norm had invited her to come along on the date! They had had dinner earlier, and now they were having a few drinks to loosen up' for the festivities ahead.
On the dance floor with Norm, she shivered as his arm tightened around her waist. She had certainly never realized that a smooth, clever man his age could stir her desires. What she had heard and seen at home had surely convinced her that he knew his way around in a bedroom!
"I'm highly flattered you wanted to come along with Helen and me," he murmured in her ear.
"Oh, I think it's going to be funnn!" she giggled, pushing her crotch in against his basket.
"I'll do my very best," he said. "Helen is a really fine sensual woman."
"She needs it and a lot of it!" Marci giggled. They were having martinis, and Marci was not used to taking much liquor. She was really floating. Her finger fun in the bathroom hadn't tamed her passion. The threesome with Carl had shown her depths of passion she hadn't been aware of before. She felt certain she could come off as many times as Helen could!
There was a break in the music, and Norm led her back to the corner booth. It was in deep shadow, and he slid in between Marci and Helen. Marci pressed her leg against his, trembling. She was ready! And she could tell from Helen's actions that the widow was primed for fun, too.
"Isn't it time we went to your motel, hunk?" Helen giggled. "I'm so horny I can't sit still!"
"Whatever you girls want," Norm said, returning the leg press Marci was delivering. She and Helen wore summer frocks, with a bare mini-mom underneath--panties. Casual dress was the norm at Beach Haven. Some girls present wore shorts and halters.
Out in Norm's big car, Marci sat next to him. Her skirt hem was back, almost to her crotch, and the deep "V" of her frock top- displayed her thrusting tits alluringly.
Marci felt a sharp, wild excitement. Carl Holt had shown she and Helen what a threesome was like, they'd had oceans of fun, and now she was ready for an all-out fuck effort! Norm was smooth, sophisticated and, above all, experienced! Following her afternoon of erotic discovery, Helen had taken a nap; now she was ready to fuck up a storm!
When Norm pulled up in front of a luxury motel unit, and escorted the girls inside, Marci knew this would be a night to remember. A portable bar, with liquor, ice and mixers had been brought in from the adjoining lounge; there were two queen sized beds, two bathrooms. Music played softly in the back-ground.
"A drink, girls?" Norm said grandly.
"I'm already ready!" Helen laughed, rubbing herself against Norm, her jutting breasts almost ready to push out in sight. Her d�colletage was even more daring than Marci's, "Later, then," Norm grinned, drawing Helen down on the rim of the nearest bed. He lifted her tits out of the deeply cut vee and kissed her on the mouth.
Marci mixed herself a highball, vodka and soda. Watching him play with Helen's big, shapely boobs sent flurries of need up and down Marci's bod. He was good with Helen's tits, just as she had said. He made a ceremony of fondling, shaping and teasing Helen's jutting boobs. Helen's whine of pleasure was loud and definite. The tent in Norm's dress pants was definite, too. He was hung even more generously than Carl, which was saying quite a lot!
Marci sat her drink down, lifted her tits out of the top- of her frock, and sat down at Norm's right. Giggling, she shaped the cock bulge in his pants. Ohhh! Her cunt was wet, she was dying for her share of this big stud's prick!
Okay, he was going to continue enjoying Helen, so Marci unzipped his pants and reached inside. His boxer briefs gave her access to bare cockflesh, and she worked it out in sight. Nummmmy! The thick, virile pillar seemed to burn her eager fingers! The spicy aroma from his nuts was like a strong drug in her senses . . .
Helen was living! Here he was again, juicing her cunt with his tireless fondling of her achy tits. God, how he loved a good set of knockers! Her nipples were stiff and tender, poking far out as he 'milked' her swollen breast tips. His tongue in her mouth was arousing delicious responses. She relaxed, letting him enjoy his tit play.
Marci had his prick out! She wouldn't miss a chance to get her hands on his meat! Marci hadn't had any cock since the party in the cabin at the back of Holt place. Norm would take care of her prick hungers, and a lot more!
At last Norm lifted his mouth from Helen's puffing lips.
"Marci, what are you doing with my cock!" he chuckled.
"Getting acquainted with it, stud!" Marci giggled.
Helen shivered .with naked lust. Her cunt was drooling into bier bikini panties, and she wished Norm would get his hand down where the action started, where it counted--in her cunt!
But instead he chuckled, drew away and stood beside the bed. He removed his shirt and got out of his trousers and shorts. Helen stared at his high-slanted prick, and so did Marci. They moved from the bed and lifted their frocks over their heads.
"Now, that's better," Norm smiled, gazing at Marci. Sure, she was fresh and young, the 'new' pussy.
"Panties off, too!" Helen exclaimed. She slid her wet-crotched panty to the floor and Marci did the same. Their shoes had been removed earlier.
"Now what?" Marci laughed. She couldn't keep her eyes off his rigid prick.
"Let's have a drink and talk it over," Norm grinned.
"Pussy teaser!" Helen laughed. But there was plenty of time, and he had to be careful about spreading his prick around at random! They moved to the refreshment table . . .
Norm felt like he'd just won a big lottery prize. Instead of money he had two willing, eager cunts. He hadn't horned a girl as young as Marci in a long time. He ran into a lot of opportunities in the under-twenty age bracket, but it was usually a case of fresh, pretty puss trading her cunt for favors.
Marci was table pussy. The twist of her limber ass when she walked, her long full thighs, the hot gleam in her eyes when she stared at his prick, gave him the clues he needed. Before the night was over he might gobble Helen's cunt, too--but that fresh young pussy was tastier.
"How do you like oral, Marci?" he asked, slyly.
"To tell you the truth, nobody ever gave me a real good cunt suck!" Marci giggled. She didn't mention what she and Helen had done; that was their business.
Norm's cock tensed. He sipped at his drink and grinned at Marci. "About time I gave you one, huh?"
"I'd adore it!" Marci cooed, reaching down to hold his cock.
"Oh, I want to watch this!" Helen giggled.
"Well, both of you spread out on the bed, and you never can tell what will happen," he smiled.
The girls put their drinks aside and moved quickly onto the nearest bed. The aroma of cunt drifted into his nostrils. He moved to his knees between Marci's fine, full thighs. Her puffy cunt already showed pink, inner flesh. It was ready, man. Her tits stood high. He would enjoy them later.
Marci trembled with anticipation. Somehow she knew that Norm would be a master craftsman in the cunt-eating department! Helen hadn't mentioned any oral; she had been too entranced with the ploy of fondling her cunt and letting him run his meat in lust as she went off.
One afternoon's fuck session didn't have to include everything!
Norm leaned his head down and scooted his hands beneath Marci's ass. His eyes gleamed, his fingers dug into her butt. Helen rested on her left side, watching intently. As His lips touched Marci's cunt, as she arched it up for his attentions, she reached for her tits and began playing with them. He grinned.
His tongue darted between her eager labia. Stings of need whirled across Marci's loins, her clit began to ache. He sipped at her pussy, licking up her cunt juice! A real 'gash hound!' He lifted her ass slightly, she angled her crotch higher, and his tongue snaked into her cunt!
"Ohhhh!" Marci whined. "Ohhhh, that's where it's at!"
"Mmmmmmm!! " he said, his voice muffled. His probe stroked deep again! More fun sensations raced through her crotch and up to her hand-held tits. His tongue was so long! In and out, in and out! The cling of his lips to her expanded cunt lips, the sucking action, surged her passion higher. Her nipples hardened, she started to fondle them.
Suddenly Helen was leaning over Marci! Helen's head came down, she sucked a tender nipple up in her lips. Ohhhh, it was so damn good! Marci reached under and fondled Helen's boobs. Now Norm was sliding his mouth up to Marci's clit. his lips closed on her tender sex bud, and more nuances of pure delight swept through her pelvis.
"Ohhhhh!" Marci whined. "Ohhhh, I'm coming!"
Her lovers couldn't answer. Oh, but they were doing it instead of talking, and that was the important thing! Norm lipped Marci's clit into luscious hardness and just as she started her come throbs, his mouth lifted, he rared forward and drove his huge hot thick cock into her palpitating cunt!
The swift, erotic invasion of her cuntal deeps, the ram of his big knob at the center of her passion, brought a fierce cry from her throat! Her cunt was coming, coming, coming! Her tits heaved! Helen had drawn away when Norm mounted Marci, and now it was his show, entirely.
His hard, virile thrusts at her depths sent waves of come fun all through her being!
"Damn!" he muttered. He hunched one more hard time and drew out! She hated that--but she was coming off so beautifully she didn't care! He'd been in her cunt long enough to ignite a hot, erotic blaze in her deeps!
"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh!" she cried, as her fun gun went offfff!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Helen watched Marci have her cunt-suck and prick-stroke orgasm. What a sight, what an inspiration! Marci was shaking and whimpering, her hips thrusting upward with the beat, beat, beat of her violent climax.
"Ohhh, oh, ohhhh!" Marci gasped. "Ohhhhh, get your prick back in my cuuuunt!"
Norm grinned and slid his best finger slickly into Marci's uptilted pussy. She moaned and hunched up, up, and up again! At last her fun diminished, and she relaxed, breathing hard, staring up at Norm like he was the Master of all Cocksmen.
"You teaser!" Marci giggled. "It sure went off big!"
He smiled, pumping his finger in her cunt. "I have to save myself, Marci. You two are enough to make me be very careful!"
"Oh, I understand," Marci said, gazing at his huge, pussy-wet prick. "Now, are you going to eat Helen?"
"Oh, I like what we did this afternoon, Norm!" Helen exclaimed. "I can't think of anything better!"
Norm grinned, and moved over between Helen's opened shanks. She shot her right hand down to her cunt, and her left hand went to her tits. Norm positioned himself for the Big Stroke, and Helen began playing with her cunt and breasts.
Suddenly Marci was leaning over Helen, her eyes shining. "Let me suck your tits, honey! I want it to be real good for you!"
"Yes!" Helen breathed. "Yes, that'll make it sweeter!"
Marci's puffy red lips closed around Helen's left nipple. The soft sucks and tongue glides across her tender tit spire gave Helen a new rich thrill. Her hand moved faster on her cunt. Ohhh, she would soon be ready for Norm's huge cock!
"Play it along, Helen," Norm murmured. "Make it last. We have all kinds of time here."
"Well, I'll try!" Helen breathed. She had a finger on each side of her clit. It was tensing and quivering, shooting stings of delight all through her lower body and up to her breasts, where Marci was sucking and kissing those peaked-up mounds of flesh.
Helen could not quite understand why this masturbation ploy pleased her so much. Maybe because she'd played with her cunt so often before marriage, during it, and afterward. Her late husband surely hadn't tried to find out what pleased her! Norm had hit on the very thing that satisfied her furious cravings.
The anticipation seemed to make her want his prick even more. It was ready and waiting at the very moment of her orgasm. He was right about 'playing it along.' She had certainly learned that at an early age.
Now Marci was helping! That girl deserved her share of Norm's skill, and more. Her tit sucks and tongue coiling were just delightful! Helen was so pleased that Marci loved having her pussy sucked. Helen could think of things she liked better--and Marci could satisfy his urges to eat cunt. Some men adored it, some men didn't.
"Oh, after while let me suck your cock, Norm!" Helen breathed, inching her passion toward her climax.
"Sure, Helen. Not too much, though."
"Oh, good! Norm, I'm--ready!"
She stroked her clit faster and faster! The honey of her need began to pulse from her girlie cock, and she cried out!
Norm was ready. He came forward, stroked his huge cock swiftly into her cunt. Her first climactic throbs were pure heaven! Her flesh clasped and tightened on his driving prick! Sock, sock, jab! Her fun gun was shooting wildly, furiously.
He rammed his prick deep, soaked it there while she shook and shivered, tasting the luscious hammering throbs of her goodies. Her legs shook, her tits arched up at Marci's mouth.
Finally he drew his cock out, and sat back on his heels, smiling and caressing her inner thighs, her quaking cunt mouth.
"Oh, that was the best one yet, Norm!" she breathed . . .
Marci was feverish with anticipation. Her gun needed firing, too! Having her cunt sucked, and then fucked, had given her a pack of thrills, but it really was her turn, now.
Norm looked at her, smiled and motioned her to lie on her back, like Helen. Marci wasted no time! She moved into her pose and spread her legs. He slipped over between her thighs, gazing down at her tits, her cunt. His long thick cock tensed.
"Go ahead and make it hot, Marci," he grinned.
"It won't take me long!" she giggled, her right hand shooting down to her puffy, leaking cunt. Before she got her left hand up to her breasts, Helen was leaning over, her head lowering to Marci's tits. Tit for tit!
"Yes, kiss them, honey!" Marci breathed, pushing her boobs high for Helen. Helen began to kiss and suck Marci's nipples, and Marci started her pussy play. Norm watched and smiled. He'd been with two or more girls before, surely. He was so smooth and sophisticated.
Shivering, Marci fondled her cunt. Staring at his prick while she played with her clit and pussy was a terrific fun trip! Helen's sips and sucks on Marci's nipples increased the suspense. Ohhhh, her passion was climbing swiftly! She tried to delay it, the way Helen had, but the craving was too strong! Her hand moved faster, her clit tensed!
"Ohhhh, hit me, Norm!" she whimpered. "I'm coming offff!"
He swept forward, his huge prick stroked with unerring accuracy into her shivery, coming cunt! The sudden jar of his cockhead at her tender cuntal deeps, the twitch of her prick-famished cunt around his cock, soared her into fun land! Her entire body seemed to palpitate and respond to his virile presence. His dangling nuts added to her thrall! She shouted as her throbbing orgasm surged through her body, pound after luscious pound . . .
Helen, a nipple in her lips, felt the twang of Marci's cunt as she had her goodies. Ohhhh, how Marci could go offff! This young, sweet pussy was just what she and Norm both needed! Helen drew her head back and watched as Norm fed his prick to Marci's uptilted, eager cunt.
His face looked taut. He was not drawing his cock out! His nuts were pulling up! He was going to squirt his rusty load in Marci's young, fresh cunt! He surely deserved it after all the pleasure he had brought Helen and Marci!
"Yeahhhh!" he uttered, stroking faster. Helen shook with envy and passion. Her right hand shot to her cunt. She was going to make the scene when Norm did! If Marci missed the good stuff it would be her own fault! But Marci was fully aware of events, and she was getting drilled, but good! Her rich, rounded thighs drew away back, her cunt angled higher. The rhythmic slap-slap of Norm's cock root against Marci's leaky, swollen cunt mouth was the kind of bedroom music that Helen loved!
"Ohhhhh, it's coming!" Marci cried, her face twisted with lust. "Shoot your load, stud! Fill my cunt with jism!"
Norm muttered thickly, his ass lurched, his back arched and suddenly he was into his short strokes, the hard, jarring hunches that would draw his semen.
Helen whipped her hand on her cunt. She was having her fun, too! Yesss! Ohhhh, right on! Her clit pulsed, her hand-fondled tits arched high, and the throb, throb, throb of her gun fun shook her whole body . . .
Marci felt the power of Norm's attack, and her cunt responded with delicious cuntal clenching! Carl had aroused a storm in her deeps, he had made her climaxes very intense and satisfying, but Norm was better! His virility stirred her in a way that Carl's hadn't.
The waves of delight that swept her loins and her breasts were totally wonderful! Her legs dropped as the sugary after-fun pulsed through her crotch, her cunt, her breasts. This was what a fuck was all about. She had drawn his load! She was on the high pillow, and her cunt knew it . . .
Norm rested on Marci's young, fresh body, his cock socked in deep. Damn! Getting his nuts cracked after holding back so long was a hell of a change. Helen would have to forgive him for dumping his big load in Marci's fresh young cunt. It was simply too tempting! But Helen understood, she was reaching over and patting him on the ass.
Women her age could not be too damned particular.
"Oh, you two really come good together!" Helen giggled. "I just adore watching you!"
"You'll get the next big load, Helen," he said.
"Yes, I want you to, Helen!" Marci breathed. Her thighs squeezed him, she curved her tits up more snugly to his chest. He let his meat soak a few more delicious seconds, and lifted up. Both of his bedmates stared as his prick came slowly out of Marci's swollen, leaking cunt.
"Oh, that's sexy'! ? ', Helen murmured, her face flushed with new passion. "You sure shot a big gob of jism, Norm!"
He chuckled, resting back on his knees, cunt juice and semen dribbling down his still half-hard prick. Helen handed him a towel she had brought to bed.
Before the towel touched his prick, Helen blurted.
"Let me lick it, please!"
"Hey, go ahead," Norm said . . .
Marci watched as Helen moved over and lowered her head to Norm's cock, streaked with her pussy juice and white come globs. Marci felt certain that Helen had never done anything like this in her life! But if she craved prick in her mouth, with flavors of pussy wetness and jism, let her have her fun!
Helen lapped and sucked and finally took Norm's cock in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure, her head moving up and down as she mouth-fucked his prick.
The three of them had so many sexy things they could do together. She did owe Carl Holt, but she had paid for her 'music' lessons several times over; she had given him her cherry. After losing it she realized that a maidenhead did have some value in some places. But it was gone now, and good riddance! She could fuck and not worry about it.
"Hey, that's enough, Helen," Norm said, easing Helen's greedy mouth from his prick. "I do need a rest. Why don't you girls have a little fun while I recuperate?"
Marci remembered the threesome with Carl, and she giggled, looking over at Helen:
"Let's do it, Helen!"
"If our big stallion wants it, why not?" Helen laughed. "But I think we ought to freshen our cunts, first!"
Marci nodded. She and Helen left the bed and wiggled into the bathroom. As the door closed they swept together, tit to tit and cunt to cunt. Their mouths clamped, their tongues dived back and forth. Marci shuddered. It was like before, only better! She was glad now they hadn't tried fucking with no stud present.
We need a man to stir our passions, Marci thought. That's the right stuff, too. I would never want to get 'hooked' on just pussy! Once we get going, though, it's really far out! She's smearing his jism all around on her cunt, she's hunching at me like she's ready to get her goodies!
Oh, she watched Norm pump his load in my cunt, and she's ready to rumble! Ohhhh, come, Helen! Come good and hard!
Marci backed up against a vanity bench, spread her thighs, and gave Helen plenty of room to finish her cunt fuck. Helen stroked and stroked, breathing hard, her face taut with lust.
"Ohhh, that's nice pussy!" Helen breathed. "Don't move, Marci. It's coming! Ohhhhh, I just have to get one! Uhhhhh! Ohhhh! Here it comes! Owwwww! Ohhhhh, OHHH!"
Marci felt the sweet twitch of Helen's coming cunt, and her own cunt began to respond! The swift jiggle of Helen's cunt, the sticky joining, the lingering aroma of spent semen, all blended into a luscious togetherness. The vanity table creaked as Helen drove swiftly to her orgasm. Ohhh, those last hard, vivid strokes started Marci's cunt thrills!
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Norm peered in, grinning. His cock was angled up high again.
"Go for it, girls!" he chuckled. "Go big!"
Marci was too far along to stop-, anyway! She cried out as the lancing stings of delight shot down her thighs, up to her pulsing clit, and on up to her quivering, swollen tits.
She gripped Helen's ass and stroked her own crotch. They panted and strained together. It was a wonderful moment. They had so many long summer days to get better acquainted! Norm would show them new ways to enjoy their sex.
A few days later Marci noticed that the big Holt house was vacant. She hoped all four of them eventually would find what they were seeking. Her piano lessons had proven quite productive! From now on her 'lessons' would be in the bedroom, with Norm and Helen.
Norm leased a comfortable house across town. Marci still had her job to consider, and after all, Helen had been a very proper widow for years and years. What happened at night, when Norm came to visit, was their business.
"Here he comes now!" Helen whispered to Marci.
They stood near the front door of their home, wearing only bikini panties. It was nine-thirty, the appointed time for Norm's arrival. He hadn't visited in several days; he had gone down to Oakland on business. Marci and Helen were ready for a party!
Marci heard him move onto the front porch. The doorbell rang. Lights in the living room had been dimmed. Where they stood they made silhouettes against the radiance farther back.
"Come in!" Helen called.
The door opened. Norm stood there a moment staring.
"I'll be damned!" he exclaimed. He wore summer clothes. The day had been warm.
"The man who enters here is going to get fucked!" Helen exclaimed. "Get your cock out and prepare yourself!"
Norm laughed. He closed the door. Marci watched, trembling, as he unzipped his pants and hauled out his big, long thickening cock. It was so beautiful!
"All right, big stud, take your pick of pussy!" Marci giggled. "Then we're going into a bedroom and screw up a storm!"
Norm stepped forward. He reached out. Marci shuddered, her cunt already turning wet . . .
