Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing up period. A time when each young member feels he is infinitely more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establisliment he often rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more marked than in an open society such as ours.
Many an adult has smiled in nostalgic remembrance of the time he snuck out back to enjoy a forbidden cigarette or beer. The time he challenged another boy to a drag race. The time he threw a firecracker in the school John.
Trudy's story is that of a teenage girl growing up in her own way: breaking the moral code she has been taught. Flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any and every new wanton experience. Indeed, Trudy makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard.
HOT SUCKING SITTER-she is growing up, going over the threshold into young adulthood. She is learning to see adults as people. This is the story of one teenager's coming of age in our society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Friday night, when it seemed like every other kid in town was out on a date, poor little Trudy was watching TV in the company of a babbling baby. Trudy liked babysitting, and she was good with kids, but tonight she itched to be somewhere else. Maybe it was the warm summer weather that was making her restless, but she couldn't even concentrate on television. "Come on, Andy, time for you to go to bed," she sighed, lifting the baby out of his infant seat.
Andy didn't mind being tucked in for the night. He was half asleep already. Trudy made sure he was squared away, then wandered back downstairs, wondering what she was going to do for fun the rest of the evening. The baby's parents, Jim and Janet Anderson, probably wouldn't be home until well after midnight.
Trudy didn't usually snoop when she was babysitting, but tonight she found herself wandering through all the downstairs rooms, more for exercise than anything else. She entered the Andersons' bedroom and admired the king-size bed with its big, silky comforter. Not for the first time, she wondered what grownup men and women really did when they were in bed together. Maddeningly, her mother wouldn't explain things like that to her.
All she'd been told was that it was dangerous to go too far with a boy. Her mother had warned her again and again about that, but she hadn't explained just what the danger was or how far was too far. Trudy was hoping to find out soon. She'd just started to date, and she had a hunch that her boyfriend, Ed, already wanted to go too far with her. She stopped still in the middle of the bedroom, thinking about Ed.
They'd only had two dates so far and, both times, he'd kissed her a lot and tried to put his hands inside her clothes. Trudy had said no to that, but it sure had excited her. She felt like she wanted Ed to touch her all over and never stop. The only thing holding her back was her mother's warnings. But she couldn't help being curious about sex, and she was dying to know what adults did when they were alone together.
Sighing, she switched off the bedroom light and started to leave the room, when she happened to glance out the window and see the bedroom next door. The neighbors had left the lights on and the curtains open. It was kind of funny, because they had a king-sized bed, too, and their room looked a lot like the Anderson's, almost as if reflected in a mirror. Trudy stood there in the dark and examined the other room . . . and just then a young couple walked in and closed the door.
Trudy knew she shouldn't spy on them, but she just couldn't help it. It was safe, because she was in the dark and they couldn't possibly see her. As she watched, the young couple kissed, then moved apart and began to undress. Now that was really interesting. Trudy understood that she was being naughty, but she also knew she wasn't going to leave. She just had to see what happened after they took off their clothes.
The young woman was a slender blonde, very pretty. As she unbuttoned her blouse, she approached the window, then opened it quite wide. The Andersons' window was also open, and Trudy caught the end of what the young woman was saying: ". . . because it's so hot tonight."
"Fine with me, honey," her husband replied. "Open it all the way if you want to."
Do it, Trudy thought urgently, please do it. With the window open, she could hear everything they said.
The woman opened the window almost to the top, then moved back, unbuttoning her blouse. Meanwhile, her husband was down to his t-shirt and jockey shorts. He was a big guy, about six feet, and kind of bearish in build. Trudy stared and stared at the large bulge of his crotch. She knew that boys were built differently from girls, but she wasn't sure just how. Maybe tonight she'd find out. That would be very exciting.
But the husband paused in his undressing, and he came over to give his young wife another kiss and a squeeze. "Wow, Judy, can you believe we're actually alone?" he said.
"No, I can't!" she exclaimed. "It's weird having the kids away. But I'm sure we won't get lonely, will we, Bill?"
"No way," he snorted. He kissed her hard, running his tongue into her mouth, and Trudy shivered lustfully as she watched. Ed had kissed her like that once, sticking his tongue in her mouth and wriggling it back and forth. She'd thought it was really kinky and weird but, at the same time, it had made her hot and excited. Now, as she watched Judy and Bill kissing, she felt a strange sensation in her virgin pussy.
She'd had that sensation before, when she and Ed were kissing and touching each other. She'd get all hot between her legs, and then her cunt would start to leak warm, sticky juice. Her pussy would swell up, and then she'd get this powerful urge to touch herself there. That was how she felt now, but she couldn't understand it. Why should it turn her on to watch another couple making love? She didn't know the answer, but she sure was getting excited. As Judy and Bill exchanged that hot, lingering tongue-kiss, she crept right up to the Anderson's open bedroom window so she could see and hear better.
Finally, they broke the kiss, and Bill took Judy's blouse off, then removed her bra. Her tits were small, hardly any bigger than Trudy's tits, but they were nicely shaped and very firm. Bill dropped her blouse and bra on the floor, and he began to play with her tits, squeezing them in his big hands and rubbing his thumbs over her small, pink nipples. Her nipples responded fast, growing erect and pointed.
Trudy shivered with excitement as she recalled the time Ed had tried to cop a feel of her tits. They'd been kissing, and he must have thought she was off-guard. He'd clamped his hands down over her tits, feeling them through her clothes, and she'd jumped about a foot. They'd bumped heads when she did that, and it was all pretty embarrassing. She hadn't let him touch her tits since then, even though she secretly wanted him to.
"Mmmmmm, Bill, that's nice," Judy was sighing. "That really turns me on."
It was clear that Judy liked having her tits played with. Trudy began to regret that she hadn't let Ed go on playing with hers. As she watched, Judy's pretty face got flushed with arousal, and she slumped back against the wall and gurgled softly as her husband fondled her sensitive tits. Trudy just had to know what she was feeling. She untucked her jersey from her jeans, unhooked her bra, then reached up inside her clothes to cup her own hot little tits.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured. It felt nice to hold and squeeze her tits, and she sensed that it would be even more exciting if a boy were doing it. She molded and squeezed, giving herself hot rushes of excitement, but she never took her eyes off the scene next door. She had an awful lot to learn about sex, and she was hoping to learn it tonight. It sure looked as if Judy and Bill were going to go all the way. It just might be Trudy's chance for the sex education her mother had never given her.
Bill had finally finished playing with his wife's tits, and now he unzipped her skirt, letting it fall and leaving her in just a skimpy pair of red bikini panties. The man seized the panties, and he slowly inched them down, kissing Judy hotly as he did so. Judy seemed hypnotized with lust. She just leaned against the wall and panted while Bill did all those exciting things to her.
Trudy ogled the young woman's little, triangular cunt bush. It was like her own, only a little larger. That was a relief to Trudy, because she was starting to wonder if she was the only girl in the world who had fur down there. She'd asked her mother, but Mom had just reddened and said to read a book about it. Trudy didn't know where to find books like that, so she went on wondering. Now she understood that all grownup ladies have cunt bushes. Why couldn't her mother have told her that?
Bill let Judy's panties slither down her legs, and she kicked them away. Naked, she rubbed against him, grinding her swollen cunt mound against that big bulge in his shorts. She eagerly grasped his t-shirt, then pulled it off. His chest was broad, powerful, and thickly matted with dark hairs. That really turned Trudy on. She wondered if Ed had hair on his chest. She'd just have to find out tomorrow night, when they had their next date.
But right riow it was hard to think about Ed, because Judy had grabbed the waistband of Bill's jockey shorts and was carefully peeling the garment down over that mysterious bulge. Trudy didn't even breathe as she watched, didn't even blink. She couldn't bear to miss a second of this thrilling revelation. At last, she was going to see how men were different from women.
"Oh, my gosh," she gasped. It was like nothing she'd ever seen before in her life. As Judy eased down Bill's shorts, this huge, stiff slab of meat came into view, a big, stiff shaft that looked about seven inches long and almost as thick as a girl's wrist. Right there, where girls had nothing but fur, there was this enormous . . . prick. Trudy stared and stared. His long cock shaft stood up rigidly, and it seemed to be drooling thick bubbles of cream. Judy eased her husband's shorts all the way down, and he stepped out of them, his prick wagging obscenely.
"Why, Bill," Judy teased, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were horny."
"I've been horny all day," he growled, pulling her against him. "I could hardly work today, I was so busy thinking about what we'd do when we sent the kids off to your mother."
"Then let's start doing it," Judy said, grinning.
Trudy didn't have much idea of what they were talking about, but she sensed that it was going to be very interesting. All the time she was watching, she'd been fondling her naked tits. By now, her little tit globes were swollen taut, the nipples rigid and long. Her tits were doubly sensitive when swollen, and her slightest touch felt hotly arousing. She decided that the next time Ed tried to play with her tits, she wouldn't stop him. It just felt too good to resist.
Now Bill had picked Judy up and was carrying her over to that enormous bed. He set her down in the middle of it, lay down beside her, and they started fooling with each other's crotches. Trudy's eyes got huge as she watched. Bill slipped a stiff finger between Judy's thighs, and he began sawing it up and down over her clit. Curling her fingers around his cock, she began pumping it. Within seconds, they were both flushed and panting with excitement.
Again, Trudy just had to know what the older woman was feeling. She unzipped her jeans, then slid a hand down inside her panties. Stiffening her index finger, she began to move it back and forth over her moist clit, just like Bill was doing to Judy. She almost yelled, it felt so great. She wondered why she hadn't discovered this fantastic game before. It was her own body, after all. But her mom had insisted that she never touch herself down there, except when she was bathing.
"Fantastic," she sighed.
Each time she slid her stiff finger over her clit, she felt a hot stab of pleasure. No wonder Judy was so excited. Trudy kept frigging herself as she watched, wishing she was in the other woman's place. She was dying to know what a cock felt like. She wanted to have her fingers curled around a big stiff one, pumping and exploring it the way Judy was doing with Bill.
"Careful, baby," Bill said with a leer. "That gun's-likely to go off right in your pretty face."
"I'd rather have it go off somewhere else,"
Judy cooed.
"Yeah, we'll get to that," Bill said. "But remember, we don't have to hurry. No kids to feed tomorrow."
"Right, and we don't have to be quiet,"
Judy said happily.
She ran her hand right up to the fat purple head of his cock and smeared his oozing prick cream over her fingers. Now her pumping was very slick and fast as she ran her fist down his cockmeat again, then back up. Bill moaned and shuddered with excitement, and he sawed his stiff finger faster and faster over Judy's hot little clit.
"We can do anything we want tonight, honey," he said hoarsely, "even swing from the ceiling. What would you like to do best?"
"I could go for a nice, long session of sixty-nine," Judy told him.
Sixty-nine? Trudy didn't have the faintest idea what that meant, but she soon found out. Bill rolled fully onto his back, and his massive prick stood straight up, thick streams of juice running down the engorged blue-veined shaft. Judy got on top of him, backwards, her ass poked in his face, her mouth poised right over the swollen purple head of his cock. It seemed like a ridiculous position, and Trudy wondered just what they were going to do with it.
She clapped a hand to her mouth and stifled a gasp of surprise when Judy suddenly stuck out her tongue and began to lick her husband's cock. Trudy had never heard of such a thing before. The young woman eagerly tickled and lashed her hot little tongue all over Bill's fat cockhead, licking up his thick cream and swallowing it with a greedy gurgling noise. She seemed like she was starved for the taste of that cream. Trudy watched, fascinated, dying to know what cock juice tasted like.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm," Judy sighed, "I love the taste of your prick, honey."
"Then eat all you want," Bill moaned.
He was shivering with excitement as her juicy tongue played all over the engorged head of his cock. But he didn't just lie there and enjoy. He soon went into action himself, after ogling the moist pink slit of her cunt right before his eyes. Snaking out his tongue, he began licking Judy's pussy, doing it hungrily and roughly. Judy gave a shrill squeal of delight.
"Ooooooh, yeah, honey, eat meeeeee," she cried.
Eat her? Trudy filed away that phrase. She was learning so much tonight, she just hoped she could remember all of it. Her mom hadn't begun to tell her what sex was all about. She'd only said that nice girls don't go too far, and that when you're married and go to bed together, it makes babies. That didn't tell Trudy a whole lot. But now she was learning that there was a lot more than babies involved in going to bed together. The mainingredient wasn't babies. It was fun.
Nobody could fool her about that. She didn't care what her mother had said . . . those people were having fun. So why hadn't Mom told her that? The way Mom laid it out, sex was about as much fun as going to the dentist.
"Unnnhhhh, honey, lick me all over," Judy was moaning. "Lick my pussy good."
"Ahhhh, baby, that's great," Bill groaned. They were going at each other hard and hungrily with their tongues, giving each other hot stabs of pleasure. Bill was lashing his big, wet tongue all over Judy's hot little cunt, and she was lathering his cockhead with her hot spit and gobbling up his cream as fast as she could get it. These people weren't just doing their duty or just trying to make babies, that was for sure.
Trudy kept rubbing her stiff index finger over her clit as she watched, but she wished there was some way she could imitate a big, hot, wet tongue lashing all over her pussy. That would be really great. Well, there were a whole lot of things she hadn't experienced yet but, luckily, she had a boyfriend who was eager to do them with her. She decided that when she saw Ed tomorrow night, she'd get him to try out some of this stuff she was witnessing. That ought to make him happy.
As for why her mother hadn't told her about sex being fun, Trudy suspected it was because sex had never been fun for her. Trudy's dad had run out on them when she was just a baby, and her mother never remarried, even though she was pretty enough. She had a real sour attitude toward men and marriage, and she seemed to be trying to pass that attitude on to Trudy. If so, she'd failed. Trudy was wild about boys and impatient to try everything with them.
Now she wished so much that she was in Judy's place, whipping her hot little tongue all over Bill's cock and gobbling up his cream. The two of them were red in the face with excitement by now, and both were panting and moaning. They acted like they were so excited that they could hardly stand it another second. Trudy had some idea of how that felt, as she rubbed her clit and built up the pleasure in her pussy. Now she felt like she was ready to explode.
"Ohhhhh, baby, I can't stand it anymore," Judy whimpered. "You just have to fuck me right now."
"I guess I can do that," Bill teased, "even though I'd rather read a book."
Trudy's attention really picked up when she heard the word fuck. Kids at school were saying it all the time, but her mother wouldn't tell her what it meant. In fact, the one time she'd asked, her mom had grounded her for a week. But now she was going to learn the meaning of that mysterious, but popular word. Judy had asked Bill to fuck her, and he'd said he would. Trudy watched breathlessly, still fingering her swollen clit. By now, her fingers were wet and sticky with her virgin pussy cream.
Judy rolled off Bill, onto her back, and she bent her knees and opened her thighs very wide. Bill crawled between her legs and fisted his big, stiff cock. He pressed his fat prick head against the little fur-fringed mouth of Judy's cunt, and he began to push. Again, Trudy had to clap a hand to her mouth and stifle her cries of wonder. Bill was actually cramming his whole cock into his wife's body, filling her little pussy-hole full of the throbbing prick meat.
Trudy waited for the young woman to cry out in pain, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, Judy gurgled with pleasure as Bill eased his wrist-thick cock into her. Her face contorted into a lusty grimace, and she clawed the bed.
"Ohhhhhh, honey, yessss," she hissed. "Stick that big prick into me, fuck me with it."
Trudy could hardly believe her eyes. Judy had taken that whole massive slab of cock meat into her cunt and was loving it. And now Bill gave a lusty snort and began to jerk his prick in and out of her cunt, moving fast and hard. Judy wailed with ecstasy, and her hot cream overflowed around his hammering cock, gushing down the crack of her ass.
"Unnnhhhhh, Bill, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeee," she wailed.
No matter how impossible it looked, Judy was loving every second of that hard fucking. There was no doubt in Trudy's mind about that. And the older woman's excitement was catching. Trudy frigged herself faster and faster as she watched, and her own hot cream gushed from her virgin cunt and trickled down her legs. The pleasure built deep in her pussy until she felt she couldn't stand another second of it.
"Ooooooh, ooooooh," she squealed. Luckily, Judy was yelling so much, there was no chance of Trudy being heard. Bill fucked into her faster and faster, his ass knotting and jerking, their bellies smacking loudly together. Trudy could even hear their bed creaking. Judy clung to her husband, digging her nails into his shoulders and yelling with pleasure. The harder he fucked her, the more excited she got.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit, you're fucking me good, honey," she moaned. "Don't stop, get me off, I'm almost there."
Bill fucked into her even harder, growling and groaning as he sheathed his engorged prick again and again in the hot grasp of her molten cunt. Then Judy began arching her body up to meet his thrusts, taking his jackhammering cock as deep as she could get it and rubbing her swollen clit against his pistoning fuckshaft. Suddenly, she stiffened and gasped. Then her whole body began to buck violently, like she was having convulsions.
"Ahhhhhh, you did it to me, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Bill's eyes rolled crazily, and he bellowed: "Take my come, baby, take it, aaagghhhhh!"
Trudy was wondering what he meant, when all of a sudden she brought herself off. She gave a yelp and tumbled to the floor, writhing and whimpering with hot pleasure. She'd never felt anything so fabulous in her life. She followed her natural instincts and went on frigging her clit as she came, giving herself blast after blast of body-wracking pleasure.
"Oooooooh, shit, that's good," she sighed when it was all over.
When she sat up and looked out the window, Judy and Bill had turned out their lights. The show was over, but Trudy was satisfied. Now she knew what sex was really about, and she was determined to experience it for herself as fast as she could.
CHAPTER TWO
Trudy spent the rest of the evening staring at the TV, but not really seeing it. Over and over again, she replayed in her mind the exciting things Judy and Bill had done. She got hornier by the second as she recalled their hot lovemaking. She wished her boyfriend, Ed, was with her so they could try out some of that stuff.
But she was all alone until shortly after midnight, when Jim and Janet Anderson came home. Janet paid her, then went right to bed, yawning. Jim, an attractive man of about thirty, was to give Trudy a ride home. He was grinning and making jokes, and it was obvious that he'd had quite a few drinks. Trudy didn't worry too much about that, though. Jim Anderson was a conscientious man and would drive carefully.
As they walked out to the car, Trudy again wished that Ed were with her . . . Ed, or any other guy who wanted to make out. She was dying to try all the things she'd seen Judy and Bill doing, but she needed a male partner, and there just wasn't any. Or was there? As they got into the car, it dawned on her that Jim Anderson might be the answer to her prayers. He was relatively young, handsome, and he was sexually experienced. She liked him a lot. What more could she ask?
She moved close to him as he started the car, and he smiled at her and asked: "Cold, Trudy?"
"Yeah, Mr. Anderson, I'm freezing," she lied, scooting so close to him that their thighs touched.
"Well, just snuggle up, then," he said in a fatherly tone, "and I'll have you home in no time."
There was the problem-he thought of her as just a little kid. During the short drive to her house, she'd have to convince him differently, or she'd never get him to do those exciting things with her. She kept her leg pressed against his, and she put her hand on his knee and squeezed. No response. Jim just smiled and hummed to himself as he drove.
Trudy thought desperately. How could she convince him that she was a woman, or almost a woman? Somehow, she had to get him turned on to her, and fast. They were only five minutes from her house by now. As they started down a long, lonely, tree-lined road, she realized that this was her last chance to be alone with him tonight. It was now or never, and her virgin pussy was hot, swollen and wet with cream. She just had to get Jim's attention.
"Jim," she gasped, "pull over quick!"
"What is it, Trudy?" Jim said anxiously, already pulling to he side of the road.
"I . . . I've got a bug down my shirt!" she cried.
Laughing, Jim pulled up a deserted side road and stopped the car. "Find it yet?"
Trudy had her hand down the front of her t-shirt and was fumbling around. "No," she said, trying to sound panicked. "I can't get it, and it's driving me nuts. You try, Jim."
He must have had quite a bit to drink. Not only did he fail to notice that she was calling him by his first name, he calmly plunged his hand down the front of her shirt and started feeling around. Trudy sank back against the seat, her heart pounding with excitement. Jim's big fingers explored the firmly packed cups of her little lacy bra, and that made her very aroused.
"Hmmmm, I can't feel anything," he said.
Trudy hoped that was no indication of how small her tits were. She thought desperately and said: "It's in my bra . . . I can feel it. Quick, Jim, get it out of there."
Jim still seemed to find the whole situation pretty funny. Chuckling, he rolled her shirt up out of the way and reached around her to unhook her bra. But as he pushed her bra up, exposing her luscious apple-sized tits, he suddenly got more serious. Instead of looking for the bug, he stared and stared. In the semi-darkness, Trudy could hear him breathing heavily as he ogled her firm tits. She hoped this was a sign that he was getting turned on to her. Her pussy was so swollen with lust, she could have screamed.
"Uh, Trudy," Jim said, his voice sounding a little hoarse, "maybe you better feel for that bug yourself."
"Yuck, I don't want to touch it," she said, wrinkling up her face. "You do it, Jim, please."
He responded to the pleading tone in her voice, reached out, and very gently cupped her tits. They were a perfect handful for him, hot, silky skinned and throbbing. He swallowed hard and began to feel all over her tits, and now he wasn't grinning or making jokes. Trudy slumped in her seat and panted with excitement as she felt a man's hands on her naked tits for the very first time.
"I, uh, can't seem to feel any bug," Jim stammered.
"Keep trying, Jim," Trudy said anxiously. "It's got to be there somewhere. It's just driving me crazy."
"Me, too," he muttered.
That was the first sign that she was getting to him, and soon there were other signs. He didn't feel all over her chest, he just held her tits and squeezed them in a hot, horny rhythm. His breathing got louder and heavier, and his palms got hot and moist. He quickly rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, and the soft buds responded instantly, going erect and stiff and poking at his palms. Trudy thought she heard a low moan from him, but she couldn't be sure. She thrust out her chest, deliberately poking her rigid nipples harder against his palms.
But she knew this trick wasn't going to last very long. Jim was bound to come to his senses, and then she'd have to think up some other reason for him to touch her. Most importantly, she'd have to get him to touch her swollen pussy. That was where she really needed some relief. She recalled how she'd made herself come while she was spying on Bill and Judy. If only she could get Jim to rub her like that, it would be fantastic.
"Ohhhh, noooooo," she squealed.
"What is it, Trudy?" Jim gasped.
"That darn bug's down in my jeans now," she shrieked. "Oh, Jim, I can't stand it! Please get it out of there."
Poor Jim looked torn, and he was. He'd already gone further than he should, stripping his pretty babysitter to the waist and fondling her naked tits. Now she was asking him to put his hand inside her pants, and he was afraid of what that might lead to. But the girl sounded desperate, so he quickly unzipped her jeans, then felt around inside them. Naturally, it came to his attention that she was wearing a very skimpy pair of satin bikini panties.
He felt the soft pout of her little cunt mound and the radiating heat of her pussy. Quickly moving his hand around back, he felt the firm little rounds of her ass. Just to make sure he'd covered all the possible hiding places for the bug, he slipped a finger down into the cleft of her ass and onto the crotch of her panties. The panties were moist and hot down there, and as he touched her, she gave a little squeal.
Trudy couldn't believe how exciting it was to have her pussy touched, even through her panties. Jim's finger sawed from her asshole right up to her clit, giving her a hot buzz of pleasure, then withdrew. She knew she just had to have more of of his touch. But now he was pulling his hand out of her jeans and blushing.
"I couldn't find it," he said hoarsely.
"It's inside my panties," she told him.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned.
Jim really didn't know what to do. The situation seemed completely innocent, but it was turning him on like crazy. He'd never been unfaithful to his wife before, never even considered it. He loved Janet, and they had a terrific sex life. But now suddenly he was thinking, and thinking very strongly, of making it with somebody else. It really was weird. He'd never even thought of Trudy as a mature female before.
"Please, Jim," she begged. "I just have to get that bug out of my clothes, and I can't stand to touch it."
"Okay, honey," he sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
Carefully he slipped his hand inside her panties and felt around, telling himself sternly that he was just looking for an insect and to ignore everything else he felt. Of course, it didn't work. The first thing he touched was the soft, warm fur of her little cunt bush, and as he felt through the fine hairs, he touched sticky hot juice. He realized her pussy was creaming, that she was turned on to him.
"Keep going, Jim," she panted. "I know it's down there."
For the first time, it dawned on Jim that there might not be any bug. It was just possible that Trudy was deliberately leading him on. Slipping a finger down between her thighs, he touched the swollen flesh of her cunt slit. It was all hot and wet and sticky down there, and as he rubbed his finger over her puffed pussy flesh, Trudy moaned and released a molten gush of cream. Now Jim was certain that she was horny for him.
"No bug," he grunted.
"Keep looking," Trudy said with a blissful sigh.
It felt so damned good to have his stiff finger sawing back and forth over her lust-inflamed cunt slit. She knew she could come very easily this way. She couldn't control her horny creaming, and she quickly soaked his sawing finger with molten juice. Getting carried away by her hot need, she closed her eyes and began easing her pussylips back and forth over his finger, masturbating on it. Then she caught herself and looked up at him, wondering if he'd noticed what she was doing.
He had. "Trudy," he said sternly, "there never was any bug in your clothes, was there?"
The game was up. "No, Jim," she admitted, "there wasn't. I just wanted you to touch my pussy. I feel so horny, I can hardly stand it."
She still wasn't sure what horny meant, but it was one of the words Judy and Bill had used, so she threw it in. It had a super effect. Jim's eyes got hot and hazy with lust, and he moaned in a low, hoarse way. Somehow, that word really turned him on. Trudy decided to follow up on it right away.
"Please keep doing it to me, Jim," she cooed. "Make my pussy feel better. I'm awful horny."
Jim could hardly believe this was happening. Even though he never had been tempted to cheat on his wife, he had an occasional horny fantasy . . . and this was like one of them come true. In his favorite fantasy, in fact, a cute teenaged girl begged him to make love to her, and now it was happening. He just couldn't resist. So what if he gave her a little hand job? It wasn't as if he'd fucked her or anything. It wasn't really cheating. He quickly slipped his hand back inside her panties, down under her creaming pussy.
"like this, honey?" he said.
"Mmmmm, yessss," Trudy sighed.
Now she had him. Or at least she'd gotten some of what she wanted. She spread her legs and let him caress her naked pussy, and it felt just great. He rubbed his stiff finger over all her swollen cunt flesh, giving her hot shocks of pleasure, and she sighed and creamed helplessly into his hand. At this rate, it wouldn't take her long at all to come.
"Ohhhhhh, Jim, that feels so good," she gurgled.
"I'll make it even better," he said.
Grasping the tiny, hot lump of her clit between his thumb and forefinger, he began to knead it. The pleasure was sharp and unexpected, and she shrieked and almost flew off the seat. This really was fantastic, a hot and continuous sensation that ripped through her lust-inflamed pussy and made her cream uncontrollably.
"Ooooooooh, Jim, I love that," she cried. "Please keep doing it to me, don't stop."
"I won't stop, honey," he assured her. "I'll keep doing it until you come."
Perfect. Trudy closed her eyes in total bliss and let him knead her sensitive clit. The pleasure built fast in her horny cunt, and she was soon whimpering and clawing the seat. She'd never felt anything so fantastic in her young life. Jim's expert clit-play was bringing her rapidly and helplessly toward orgasm, and she wasn't resisting.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, unnhhhhhh," she moaned.
Jim watched her responses in an agony of horniness. Her pretty little tits were sticking out under her rumpled bra and shirt, swollen and stiff-nippled. He inched her jeans and panties down to the point where he could see her little cunt bush and the wet, pink flesh of her fuckslit. Her pussy was fiery hot against his kneading fingers, and he could easily guess how hot her teenaged cunt would be.
His cock strained against his fly as he thought about cramming the engorged meat into Trudy's tiny cunt. His balls ached with their hot load, and it was almost more than he could do to keep from throwing himself onto her and jamming his stiff prick up her pussy. But he had enough sense left to know it was a very bad idea. She might not like it, and then she'd accuse him of rape, and he'd be in real trouble. No, he'd better forget about fucking her.
But that didn't keep him from thinking about it as he kneaded her slick and throbbing clit. Her sticky, hot juice kept pouring out to soak his fingers, and he knew that her little cunt would be full of that cream, making his way slippery and wet. His prick gave a lusty lurch and almost tore out of his pants. But his attention was distracted when Trudy suddenly gasped and stiffened.
"Oooooooh, shit, I'm almost there!" she cried.
"I'll get you off right now, baby," Jim panted.
He tightened his grip on her throbbing clit and kneaded it with lightning speed. That trick always got his wife off, and it worked with Trudy, too. She gave a piercing shriek and deluged his whole hand with a huge flood of come-juice. Her petite body rocked and writhed so hard that her clit jerked from his fingers.
She seemed so surprised and delighted that Jim realized she hadn't come very often before now. This had to be one of her very first orgasms. That realization made him even more insanely horny than before, and he couldn't help imagining what it would be like to cram his lust engorged prick into her, to be the very first guy to plug her cunt with thick, throbbing cock-meat. He almost came in his pants as he thought about it.
"Ooooooh, shit, that was good," Trudy sighed.
She as finally coming down from her orgasm, flushed and relieved. Jim fought a sudden urge . . . and lost. He slid his thick middle finger to the tiny wet mouth of her cunt, then started easing it inside. When she felt her pussy being entered for the very first time, Trudy gawked at him, her brown eyes getting huge. When his finger was about an inch into her, she gave a little gurgle of pleasure.
"That's nice," she said wonderingly. "Please keep doing it."
"Sure, honey," Jim answered, his voice coming out in a horny croak.
He just had to find out if she was a virgin, and it didn't take him long to determine that she was. His thick middle finger penetrated an inch into her snug cunt, then came up against a thin, fleshy barrier. That was her cherry, and if he wanted to, he could pop it. Again, his painfully swollen cock strained against the tight confinement of his pants, and his balls throbbed with their steaming load of jizz.
That was when Trudy said eagerly: "Fuck me, Jim."
She remembered Judy saying that to Bill, so she thought she'd say it and sound grownup. She hadn't realized what an effect it was going to have on Jim. He gave a low growl, whipped his finger out of her cunt, and started taking down his pants. Trudy's eyes darted to his crotch. As he peeled down his pants and shorts, she saw his naked cock-long, thick, and hard as steel.
"Oh, my gosh," she gasped.
If possible, his cock was even bigger than Bill's. Trudy stared and stared, wishing it were light out and she had a better view. Jim got his clothes off, his stiff prick wagging menacingly with his movements. She couldn't take her eyes off his gigantic-looking slab of cock meat. Then it dawned on her that she'd just requested him to put it in her cunt. Could she possibly take it and live?
Trudy decided not to think about that. She'd asked him to fuck her, and she wasn't going to back out now. She wasn't going to act like a baby. The important thing was to fuck and find out what it was like. She remembered how Judy had gone wild with pleasure when Bill stuck his big, hard cock into her. Trudy wanted to experience that pleasure for herself, and this was her big chance.
Jim grabbed her jeans and panties, and he tugged them all the way off, then laid her down on her back. She did what Judy had done, bending her knees and spreading her thighs wide for him. Jim growled lustfully as he crawled between her legs. His cock was stiff as a board and dripping big, hot globs of juice. Trudy sensed that even if she had decided to back out now, he wouldn't let her. She was committed to losing her cherry.
Her hunch was right; there was no way Jim could control himself at this point. The girl had goaded him into a frenzy of need, and he wouldn't be able to rest or return to his senses until he'd shot his load. He lay down on her, his big, muscular body blanketing her petite form, and he shoved the engorged head of his cock into the slick little pit of her virgin cunt-mouth. She gasped, then bit her lip and tried not to whimper as he stuffed her full of his throbbing prick meat.
"Ahhhhh, Jesus, yeah," he groaned.
He'd never been into a tighter cunt. In fact, he couldn't have gotten into this one if it hadn't been slippery with cream. Her muscular cunt tube gripped his cock meat and throbbed against every inch of it as he pushed into her. He gave an extra hard shove when he encountered her cherry. As he broke through, she shuddered violently and gave a muffled whimper.
"Easy, honey, the worst is over," he panted. "Now it's gonna get to be fun."
Trudy could hardly believe that. She felt like he'd crammed a log up her cunt. But she wasn't going to chicken out. The teenager gritted her teeth as he began to fuck her. She was determined to act like a grownup. Jim panted and sawed his big, hard prick in and out of her tiny bruised cunt and, gradually, the pain went away. His stiff cockshaft rubbed her clit and began to give her hot stabs of pleasure. That was more like it. She could see how she might enjoy fucking a whole lot.
"Ahhhhhh, baby, what a nice tight little pussy you've got," Jim moaned.
Trudy didn't answer. She was absorbed in feeling his big, hard slab of prickmeat pounding in her cunt. At first, it had frightened her, then it began to excite her. She soon loved the feeling of having her horny pussy crammed full of hot, throbbing prick. She arched her body and rubbed her greedy clit against his pistoning cock, increasing her hot pleasure. She began to cream again, making his way slick and easy.
"Ooooooh, Jim, it's starting to feel so good!" she squealed.
"Terrific," he panted. "I'll get you off this way."
At least, he hoped he would. He was so aroused, he didn't think he could hold out much longer. He shoved his hands under her churning ass, pulled her tight against him, and fucked into her fast and steadily, giving her sensitive clit a good workout. She gurgled with excitement and clung to him, rubbing her clit eagerly against his prickshaft. Her hot creaming got heavier by the second, and then she started moaning.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, I really dig it now!" she cried. "I think I'm gonna come."
"Sure you are, honey, sure you are," Jim crooned, fucking her faster and faster, and praying he could hold out long enough to get her off.
"Unnnhhhh, shit, unhhhhhh," Trudy moaned.
Each deep, hard thrust of his cock gave her a hot blast of pleasure, and that pleasure built in her pussy until she was screaming with it. She clawed Jim's broad shoulders, screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy, and felt herself hurtling over the edge, her body exploding with hot sensation.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, I'm coming!" she howled.
The moment her spasming cunt began to clamp around his cock meat, Jim bellowed and came. "Ahhhhhh, fuck, shit, aaaggghhhhh!"
Trudy took her first load of jizz with screams of delight, her body still rocking violently in climax. She was hooked on fucking, that much she knew, already. She gave Jim a grateful smile when they finally rolled apart.
"Thanks, Jim, that was fantastic," she said. "You're not mad at me?" he asked nervously.
"Of course not!" Trudy exclaimed. "And don't worry, I won't ever tell anybody what we did."
"Trudy," he sighed, "you're really something else." He didn't know the half of it.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day seemed endless. Trudy had a date with Ed that evening, but the hours seemed to drag as she waited. She helped her mother with the housework, tried on half a dozen different outfits, and yawned a lot. Finally, it was seven o'clock, and Ed drove up in front of her house right on time. Grabbing her sweater, she raced for the door.
"Just a moment, young lady," her mother said. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Trudy sighed with exasperation. "Not this time, Mom," she pleaded, "we're in a hurry."
"Trudy, you have that boy come in here and show some manners, or you're not going anywhere," her mother replied.
Sighing loudly, Trudy opened the door and signaled Ed to come in. She could almost hear him groan. Her mother always insisted that Ed get out of the car, come in the house, and exchange silly chit-chat before he could take Trudy anywhere. So Ed came in, and he sat and chatted . . . or rather, he listened while Trudy's mother chatted. Trudy shivered with impatience.
She could hardly wait to be alone with Ed. He didn't know it, but she had a big surprise for him. On their other dates, she'd never let him do anything beyond kissing and holding hands, but tonight would be different. She wanted to repeat all those exciting things she'd done with Jim, and she wanted to try out some of the wild stuff she'd seen Judy and Bill doing. It was going to be a very busy night.
Finally, her mother said Ed could go out and warm up the car, but she wanted Trudy to stay behind for a moment. Trudy was ready to scream with frustration, but now she had no choice but to obey her mother. "What is it now, Mom?"
"I don't like the way you were looking at that boy," her mother complained. "I want you to promise me that you won't let him touch you."
"Okay, Mom, I promise," Trudy said. "Now can I go?"
"Yes, but be sure he doesn't lay a hand on you!"
Trudy raced out of the house, and she hopped into Ed's car. She didn't like lying to her mother, but it was the only way she could get out of the house. Alone together, she and Ed sighed with relief. He was a big kid, six feet tall and husky, and he played on the high-school football team. Trudy was really turned on by him, but tonight was the first time she'd really let her feelings show.
"I hope we're not gonna be late for the movies," Ed said.
"Right," Trudy said absently. She didn't have any idea of what was playing.
At the drive-in movies, Ed tried his usual tricks. First he kept inching toward her until their thighs touched, only this time she didn't move away or tell him to stop it. Then he put his arm around the back of the seat and let it slip until it was around her shoulders. She didn't object, so he let his hand trail down until he was touching the top of her right breast.
Still, she didn't say anything, and she heard him start to breathe heavily. Usually, by this time, she would have chewed him out but, so far, she hadn't discouraged anything he'd tried. She wondered what was going on in his mind and what he'd try next. She felt very excited, and her pussy was getting all hot and moist as she thought of going all the way with him.
If she'd been able to read his mind, she would have gotten even more excited. Ed had decided earlier that this would be their last date if Trudy didn't come through for him at least a little. He was a senior, and she was only a sophomore, and he could have dated just about any girl in school. He'd dated quite a few already, and plenty of them had gone all the way with him. But he'd started going out with Trudy because she turned him on more than any other chick in school. He was aching to get into her pants.
So far, he hadn't even gotten to first base with her, and he was starting to get fed up. But tonight things seemed different. She wasn't objecting as he lightly felt her tit, and she didn't jerk away from his rubbing leg. Instantly, the horny young man had images of shoving his stiff cock into her tiny, hot cunt. Later, when they were alone, he might just try it. But for now, he settled for leaning down and giving her a kiss.
Trudy eagerly raised her face to receive the kiss, giving Ed another surprise. Usually, she'd turn away and say no. Now her lips were yielding, and he was able to slide his tongue into her mouth and wriggle it around. She let him kiss her as long as he wanted to, and by the time he came up for air, his cock was rock-hard and straining against the tight confinement of his jeans.
"Uh, what do you think of the movie so far, Trudy?" he asked a little hoarsely.
"I think it's kinda boring," she replied.
Actually she hadn't been paying any attention to it.
"Me, too," Ed said. "Wanta drive out to the lake?"
"Sure, that'd be great," Trudy said. His cock gave a violent horny lurch. Among the high-school kids, driving out to the lake meant making out. Ed started the car, then almost drove away with the movie speaker attached. He made for the lake, and he found a very secluded place to park. There was a full moon, and he and Trudy could see each other well. Everything looked promising, if only she'd go on being so cooperative. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, and she let her lips part, admitting his probing tongue. "Mmmmmmm," she sighed. Ed didn't know it, but she was completely his, ready to do whatever he wanted. The kissing they'd done back at the drive-in had aroused her hotly, and now she was up for some touching. She remembered her mother's words: "Be sure he doesn't lay a hand on you." Well, she'd already broken that promise, and it was too late to worry about it. She blanked her mother from her mind and responded to Ed's deep, steamy tongue kiss.
It was really exciting to have him darting his tongue in and out of her mouth, and it got even more exciting when he began to feel all over her body. When she didn't resist, he quickly zeroed in on her firm little tits, squeezing them through her clothes. He was astonished when she didn't tell him to stop. Even through her shirt and bra, she could feel the growing heat of his eager hands.
"Ed," she panted, "why don't you take off my shirt and bra?"
Ed drew back and gawked at her. "Huh?"
"Oh, here, I'll do it," Trudy said, laughing.
Ed's mouth dropped open as the petite brunette tugged off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. He practically came in his jeans when she dropped shirt and bra on the floor, then turned to him, naked from the waist up. He hungrily ogled her perfectly round apple-sized tits and little rosy red nipples. Grinning, Trudy took his hands, and she laid them palms-down on her bare tits.
"There," she purred. "Isn't that better?"
"It sure is," he croaked.
He couldn't believe what was happening. He'd thought he'd never get anywhere with this chick, she was so strict and old fashioned, and now she was actually coming on to him. He had to be dreaming, but at least he could enjoy the dream. He began to squeeze her naked tits. They were hot, silky-skinned, and throbbing. Her nipples quickly went stiff, poking against his palms. His arousal reached fever pitch.
"I don't get it," he said hoarsely. "What changed your mind, Trudy?"
"Oh, I just got to thinking I might be missing out on some fun," she answered. "Was I?"
"Yeah," he said. "You were missing out on a whole lot of fun . . . like this."
Ed bent down, and he started flicking her erect nipples with the stiff, wet tip of his tongue. Trudy squealed with surprise, then slumped back against the seat and gurgled with pleasure. Her nipples were highly sensitive when stiff, and even the feathery teasing pressure of his tongue was enough to drive her wild. She creamed heavily and helplessly, the sticky juice soaking right through her panties. Ed felt her nipples throbbing hard against his lashing tongue.
"You like this?" he asked.
"Mmmmmmm, I sure do," Trudy gurgled.
So far, so good. If she'd let him lick her tits, she might let him go even further. But he wasn't going to rush her. He didn't want to scare her off when he was finally making some progress. So he just went on tonguing her tits and trying to ignore the frantic ache in his engorged prick. His balls felt ready to explode with their big, steaming load, but he struggled to ignore that, too.
He didn't know it, but Trudy wouldn't have minded it at all if he'd rushed her. She was violently horny and getting more aroused by the second as he tongued her swollen tits. She remembered how great it had felt last night when Jim slipped a stiff finger between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She wanted Ed to do that to her. She was just dying to get off, and she knew she could come very quickly if he frigged her lust-engorged clit.
"Just a second, Ed," she panted. "Let me get my clothes off."
"What?" Ed exclaimed, again not believing what he'd heard.
Trudy smiled calmly and began unzipping her jeans. "Why don't you undress, too?" she suggested. "This'll be more fun if we're naked."
Ed opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. This little chick was blowing his mind. He'd never met a girl more full of surprises. As he watched, she skinned out of her tight jeans, then slipped off her skimpy bikini panties. He gawked at her pretty little cunt bush, and his swollen prick tried to tear its way out of his pants. He quickly began to undress.
Watching him, Trudy seethed with excitement. She was just dying to see his cock. She hadn't been able to see Jim's cock very well last night, it was so dark, but tonight she'd have an excellent view. At last, she'd get to see and touch and taste a real live prick. She held her breath as Ed tugged off his jeans, then his shorts. His handsome seven-inch cock was standing straight up, thick and drooling and bulging with blue veins.
"Oh, wow, fantastic," Trudy breathed. "Can I touch it?"
"Uh, sure, go ahead," Ed replied, trying to sound cool.
He flinched as Trudy set her hot fingers on his cock, and she began to run them up and down the steel-hard shaft. She seemed full of curiosity, as if she'd never been near a cock before. She touched his prickmeat all over, then curled her fingers around it and began to pump it. She was a little clumsy at first, but she soon had a good, steady rhythm going. "Does this feel good, Ed?" she asked. "Yeah, it feels great," he said hoarsely. "But just don't do it too fast. I don't wanta come yet."
He was saving that hard-on for her creamy little cunt, but he didn't tell her that. Things were looking more promising by the minute, and there was just a chance that she might get horny enough to fuck him. He sure hoped so, because he was lusty enough to die. He shivered with excitement as she pumped his prick, and his engorged cockmeat throbbed hard against her fingers. She seemed engrossed in what she was doing, fascinated with his cock.
Trudy just couldn't get enough of his hard prick. She loved feeling the smooth outer skin and the rock-hard core inside. Thick bubbles of juice oozed from his piss hole and soaked her fingers, making her pumping slick and easy. Below hung his hairy balls, swollen and taut, and when she touched them, he moaned and shivered with excitement.
"Trudy," he said hoarsely, "if you keep doing that to me, you're gonna get me off."
"So?" she smiled. "Is there anything wrong with that?"
He didn't know how to reply. He couldn't very well tell her that he wanted to cram his cock into her, instead of coming in her fist. But he'd be terribly disappointed if he didn't get to fuck her tonight, and he thought frantically of ways to get her more turned on. He remembered something another of his dates had really loved. Maybe the same technique would work with Trudy. He sure hoped so, because he felt like he'd die of frustration if he didn't get to fuck her.
"Trudy," he said. "Can I play with your pussy?"
"Sure," she said.
She was full of surprises, all right. He'd expected her to get mad, to tell him that nice girls didn't allow things like that . . . and, instead, he'd gotten a big eager grin. So while she happily pumped his cock, he reached between her thighs to feel the scorching, creamy flesh of her pussy. He began to rub her puffed cunt, and she gurgled with excitement and drenched his fingers with a heavy rush of molten juice.
"Ooooooh, yeah, Ed, that feels great," she cried.
Ed was in heaven. He was pretty sure he could get her to go all the way now. After all, it wasn't that far. They were already naked, already feeling each other up, and he could tell from her pussy that she was very horny. Her cunt was hot as fire, taut and swollen with lust, and she was creaming steadily. But for insurance, he decided to make her even more horny, using the technique that had worked so well with his other date.
Catching the slick little bud of her clit between his thumb and forefinger, he began to knead it. Trudy gasped, then soaked his fingers with hot, sticky juice.
"Ooooooh, yesssss," she hissed. "That feels fantastic, Ed."
Ed beamed. He was on the home-stretch now, he figured. Just a little more kneading of her hot little clit, and she'd be so horny that she'd beg him to fuck her. He just hoped he could not hold out that long. She was still happily pumping his cock in her hot little fist, and he fought the urge to shoot his sizzling load all over the ceiling of the car. Just a little longer, he told himself, and he'd be able to cram his aching prick into her creamy cunt.
"Unnhhhh, Ed, unnhhhh," Trudy moaned. She really loved having her clit kneaded like that. It was what Jim had done to her last night, making her come, and now she was on the verge of coming again. She got so absorbed in her own pleasure that she let go of Ed's cock and slumped back against the seat, gurgling and creaming like crazy. He kneaded her throbbing clit faster and faster, until she was clawing the seat and whimpering in ecstasy.
"Ooooooh, shit, you're gonna make me come," she cried.
Wanting to impress her, Ed gave her clit a firm squeeze that put her right over the edge. She gasped, then began to spasm, and her clit jerked from his fingers. His hand was drenched with her molten come-cream. "Unnhhhh, shit, unnnhhhhh, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Ed almost came, too, as he watched her. He'd never seen a girl come so violently. She screeched and writhed and jerked, and a thick flood of pearly juice gushed from her spasming cunt. When it was all over, she slumped back and gave him a grateful smile. Then, to his surprise, she grabbed his hand and pushed it back between her legs. Her pussy was burning and wet.
"Do it to me again, Ed," she pleaded. "Stick your finger up my cunt and make me come."
It was a miracle that he didn't shoot his load then and there. He'd never had such a dirty and enticing invitation from a girl before. He quickly did as she asked, easing his thick middle finger up her hot and juicy little fuck hole. She squealed with pleasure as he wedged it into her, drenching his finger with boiling juice. He began to jerk his finger in cock-like motions, and Trudy went wild.
"Oooooooh, shit, yessss!" she squealed. "Keep doing it just like that, Ed, get me off."
Her cunt was the most snug he'd ever felt, yet it was slippery with cream and fiery hot. It didn't take much imagination to know how great it would feel to stick his engorged cock in there. But maybe she didn't intend to go that far. Maybe finger-play was all she was going to allow. That wouldn't be so bad, Ed decided. At least she'd jack him off. But more than anything in the world, he wanted to get his steel-hard, young cock into that tiny seething cunthole of hers. "Faster," she was panting. "Do it to me real fast, Ed."
Ed pistoned his finger faster in her juicy little pussy, and there was an obscene sucking noise as he reamed out her cream. Trudy's head lolled back, and her eyes rolled shut. Her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace as he finger-fucked her right to the brink of climax. He felt her cunt getting vise-tight around his finger, then her muscular little pussy began to spasm violently.
"Ooooooh, you did it, I'm coming!" she howled.
Her spasming cunt squeezed his finger almost flat. He ached to feel that horny action around his engorged cock. He just couldn't stand to wait any longer. He'd meant to be patient and not offend her, but now he just had to take the risk. Panting, he waited for her to stop coming, then he drew his cream-drenched finger from her cunt and looked at her pleadingly.
"Trudy, can we fuck?" he begged.
"Gosh, Ed, I thought you'd never ask!"
She slid down onto her back, bent her knees, and opened her legs wide. Ed stared at her wet, pink cunt slit. Right at the center was the tiny mouth of her pussy, oozing a thick stream of juice. His prick gave a lusty jump and dribbled hot cream onto the car seat. Trudy lay there offering him her pussy, not at all shy about it, but he just couldn't believe his luck. He sat there gawking like an idiot while she panted with impatience.
"Come on, Ed!" she cried. "Stick your cock in me!"
That finally galvanized him into action. With a horny groan, he threw himself onto her and started battering his rock-hard cock against the tender, slick flesh of her pussy. Trudy squealed with excitement, but her squeals soon turned to moans of frustration as he kept missing the target. His stiff prick hammered and skidded all over the place, striking everything but her cunt.
"Goddam it," he groaned.
"What's wrong?" she panted.
"Can't find the fuckin' hole!"
Trudy took care of that problem in a hurry. She reached down, grabbed his swollen prick, and crammed it hard into her hungry little cunt.
"There!" she gasped. "Now push!"
Ed didn't need to be urged. Feeling his swollen cockhead being sheathed in the snug, creamy tube of her cunt, he gave a lusty growl and pushed the rest of the way into her, cramming her full of hotly throbbing prick meat. Shoving his cock all the way to her womb in one hungry thrust, he moaned in ecstasy. At last, he was into her, and her cunt was incredibly tight, hot and juicy.
"Awwwww, yeah," he sighed.
Ed was too wildly aroused to be slow and gentle. He began to fuck into her like a young stallion, snorting and groaning, their bodies slapping loudly together. Trudy clung to him and whimpered with excitement. Each hard, deep thrust of his cock gave her a powerful blast of pleasure. Soon, she was fucking back at him, jerking her hips to his rhythm and meeting his pounding cock with a hungry forward thrusting motion.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, Ed, fuck me good and hard," she moaned.
Blissed out, Ed fucked into her faster and faster, hardly believing his luck. He'd been after this chick for weeks and had been ready to give up. Now he was hammering his cock into her juice-filled pussy, and she was loving every second of it. He wasn't sure what had made her change so drastically, but he wasn't knocking it. His ass knotted and jerked with lightning speed, and his excitement reached fever pitch.
"Awwwwww, Christ, Trudy, I'm gonna come," he groaned.
"Me, too," she whimpered. "Just fuck me a little more, Ed, I'm almost there."
Ed would never know how he held out, but he managed to fuck into her even harder, practically battering her curvy little body. She dug her nails into his shoulders and howled in ecstasy, and he felt her cunt tightening around his hammering prick like a velvet vise. She stiffened and gasped. Her body began to buck like crazy beneath him. His cock was drenched with a molten flood of her juice as she began to come.
"Ahhhh, shit, you did it to me!" she wailed. "Ahhhhh, yeah, whaahhhhhhh!"
Ed couldn't have held out a second longer if his life depended on it.
"Awwwww, fuck, shit, aaaggghhhhh!" he roared, filling her cunt with a huge, sizzling load of come.
The two horny kids writhed and howled together for long, sensual moments, then rolled apart, sighing with satisfaction. Ed looked wonderingly at Trudy.
"I still don't get it," he said. "You wouldn't let me do anything for weeks, and now, all of a sudden, you let me fuck you."
Trudy grinned at him and said: "I don't know how to explain it, Ed. Something just came over me, I guess. Hope you didn't mind."
"Are you kidding?" he moaned. "Let's do it again."
Those were just the words Trudy wanted to hear.
CHAPTER FOUR
Trudy's next babysitting job was for a family that was new in town, the Gregory's. George Gregory was a big, friendly man, starting to get bald on top. His wife, Maxine, was an attractive blonde in her late thirties. They showed Trudy around their house and explained her duties to her, but there was no sign of their only child, Harold.
"He-likes a snack just before bedtime," Maxine was saying, "but don't let him have too much ice cream."
"And make sure he's in bed by ten," George added. "Here's the number we'll be at, Trudy. Just call us if you have any problems."
"Okay, Mr. Gregory," Trudy said, "but I'm sure everything will go just fine. Where is Harold, anyway?"
"He's in his room," Maxine said. "He's awfully shy, Trudy, and he might not come out for awhile, but don't let that worry you.
Have a snack, turn on the TV, amuse yourself."
Trudy thought the Gregory's were very nice people, but she began to wonder about little Harold, especially when he hadn't come out of his room an hour after his parents had left. Finally, she went upstairs to get him, wanting to be sure he was okay. She knocked on his door and got a muffled reply. Opening the door, she started into the room, then stopped short when she saw a tall teenaged boy lounging on the bed.
"Where's Harold?" she demanded.
"I'm Harold," he said, turning beet-red and hanging his head.
It took a moment for the situation to sink in. This kid was nearly six feet tall, serious-looking, wearing horn-rimmed glasses. He looked like a young professor. He had to be about sixteen, Trudy's own age, and this was obviously his room, littered with books and chemistry experiments.
"I don't get it," Trudy said. "How come your parents hired a babysitter for you?"
Still blushing hotly and obviously embarrassed out of his mind, Harold replied: "It sounds crazy, I know . . . and personally, I think it's ridiculous. But they've always been overprotective of me, and I'm their only kid. So, because we're new in this town, they figured I oughta have a sitter. It's the pits."
"It sure is," Trudy agreed. "They're treating you like a little kid. But why don't you come down and watch TV with me, Harold? I could use some company. My name's Trudy."
"Thanks, Trudy," he said gratefully. "I'll do that."
Trudy was trying not to laugh as they walked downstairs. Poor Harold, she could see why he was blushing, and why he'd hidden in his room. He'd never live this down, if it got around school. But she wasn't about to tell on him. She knew what it was like to have an overprotective parent. Her mother was always treating her like she didn't have a brain in her head.
Harold strode to the TV and he turned it to the educational channel. "There's a good program on astronomy in just a few minutes."
Terrific, Trudy thought. She'd been hoping to watch something a little more stimulating. But what she wanted most was to be with Ed. They hadn't been out for a week, and their next date wasn't until tomorrow night. She'd been getting unbearably horny the last few days, so horny that she had to masturbate to get to sleep at night. She could hardly wait to fuck Ed again, but she still had twenty-four hours to go.
She plopped herself down on the couch beside Harold and stared at the TV without really seeing it. Her pussy was aching with need, and she kept replaying in her mind all those exciting things she and Ed had done on their last date. Soon, she was creaming right through her panties, and she felt like she'd die of frustration if she didn't get off pretty soon. If only she had a boy to make out with!
Then it dawned on her that Harold was a boy.
It hadn't come to her right away because he was such a bookworm and, besides, she was his babysitter. Now she inched a little closer and studied him as he watched his science program. He could be really good-looking without those glasses, she decided, and he had a nicely lean, hard body. She began to get much more interested in Harold. She inched even closer, until their thighs were almost in contact, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Fascinating," he said.
"I'll say," Trudy yawned.
She pressed her foot against his and got no response. She rubbed legs with him and put a hand on his knee. He remained totally absorbed in the program, something about quasars and black holes. At last, in desperation, Trudy slid her hand up his leg, and she placed it directly on his cock. He couldn't ignore that. As she pressed his prick through his clothes, he stared at her.
"Ever go out with girls, Harold?" she purred.
"Uh, no, my folks don't let me date yet."
"Ever kissed a girl?"
"Well, no, I haven't."
"Want to try it?"
Harold blushed. "Well . . . yes."
He wasn't exactly a real ball of fire, but she figured he had a lot to learn. She put her arms around his neck, then drew him down and kissed him, wriggling her hot, juicy tongue into his mouth. Right away, he started breathing hard and shivering with excitement, but he didn't do anything else, didn't even touch her. She figured he didn't know what else to do. She broke the kiss, grabbed his hands, and placed them on her body.
"Look, Harold, when we're kissing, you feel around, okay?" she said.
"Okay," he said hoarsely.
She jammed her mouth onto his and darted her tongue between his lips. This time, he clumsily pawed her, feeling her curvy little body, and he seemed even more excited. This might prove to be an interesting evening, after all. She could teach Harold how to come on to girls, and then he could practice on her. His parents had said they wouldn't be back until about one in the morning, so there was plenty of time.
"Okay, Harold," she said when they came up for air, "you do the kissing this time. Just do what I did to you."
Eagerly, the boy grabbed her, just about squeezing the breath out of her, and he kissed her hard, shoving his tongue in and out of her mouth. He was awkward, but he sure was enthusiastic. Maybe books weren't his main interest, after all. He was running his hands over her body more confidently now, but he accidentally brushed her tits and jerked his hands away as if he'd touched hot potatoes. Trudy would definitely have to do something about that. Finally, they came up for air again, both of them flushed with arousal.
"Let's pretend we're on a date, and you've got me real excited with all that kissing," Trudy said. "What's your next step?"
"I don't know," Harold panted.
"Start taking off my clothes," she informed him. "Here, start with my shirt."
Harold swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his hands shook as he reached for her shirt. He fumbled with it as he pulled it off over her head, tousling her long brown hair. Then he gawked at the tightly packed cups of her little semi-sheer bra. It was obvious that he'd never seen a pair of tits in the flesh before. Trudy let him stare for awhile, giving him a real eyeful.
"Take off my bra, Harold," she said at last.
"Oh, wow, far out," he sighed.
Of course, he didn't have any idea of how to do it, so she guided his hands. After a lot of fumbling and panting, he finally got it unhooked. He drew it off and stared wide-eyed at her naked tits, which were pointed and high-riding. By now, he'd lost all interest in his TV program. He kept trying to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth except a horny croak.
"It's okay, Harold," Trudy cooed. "You can touch them."
With a lusty groan, Harold closed his hot hands over her tits, and he began to squeeze and mold her silky flesh. Trudy slumped back against the couch and gurgled with pleasure. This was turning out to be a far more interesting night than she'd expected. But then, of course, she hadn't expected to babysit for a horny teenaged boy. Trudy glanced at Harold's crotch and saw a growing bulge. Placing her hand on it, she gently squeezed.
"Oh, Jesus," Harold sighed.
He wasn't sure just how all this had happened. Not only did his parents not let him date yet, he knew he wasn't attractive to girls. Either he didn't exist for them, of they laughed at him. He'd just about given up on ever getting a girl to like him, and he figured he'd stay a virgin even if he lived to be a hundred. And now, all of a sudden, this really foxy chick was coming on to him, and it was totally blowing his mind.
This pretty girl, just his own age, was letting him play with her naked tits while she fooled with his cock. It was better than any of his jack-off fantasies. Through his jeans and shorts, he could feel her hot little hand eagerly squeezing his prickmeat. As he relaxed, he tried new things with her tits, like rubbing his thumbs over her pretty little nipples until they changed from soft cones to stiff buds. All the while, his cock was swelling, getting harder and harder. It had never been so stiff before.
Trudy felt that incredible stiffness and could hardly wait to get a look at his prick. "Harold, let's take off the rest of our clothes, okay?"
"Yeah, fantastic," he said eagerly.
They both got up and stripped as fast as they could. It was the first time Harold had seen a real-live naked girl, and he ogled her cute little cunt-bush and curvy sleek-skinned body. Trudy watched him without a trace of embarrassment as he finally skinned out of his shorts. His engorged cock was hugging his belly in a huge hard-on. She creamed furiously at the sight of it.
"Let's get down on the rug, Harold," she said. "We'll have more room there."
If she'd suggested swinging from the ceiling light, Harold would have agreed. They got down on the floor and began kissing and pawing each other. He squeezed hot fistfuls of silky tit, and she curled her fingers around his stiff cock, then began to pump it . . . just like he did to himself when he jerked off. That excited him more than anything else so far. His young balls swelled with jizz until they felt ready to burst.
Then Trudy broke their steamy kiss, and she crawled down to get a closer look at his cock, he felt her hot, moist breath tickling his prickmeat, and he damned near shot his load. She had her back to him, her little ass raised up in the air. Between her round ass-cheeks, he could see the wet, pink line of her cuntslit. He ached for a closer look, ached to touch and explore that mysterious female territory.
"Trudy," he said hoarsely, "can I please touch your pussy?"
Trudy was torn. She wanted him to play with her pussy, but she also wanted to explore his cock. Then she realized that both things were possible. She remembered watching Judy and Bill do that thing they called sixty-nine. Breaking into a grin, she straddled Harold backwards, bringing her steaming pussy within reach of his tongue and poising her hungry mouth right over his stiff-standing cock.
"There, she said. "Now you can play with my cunt all you want, Harold."
"Terrific," he sighed.
He smoothed back the light fringe of fur around her pussy and began running his fingers all over her slippery, hot cuntflesh. Trudy cooed with delight, loving his touch on her sensitive fuckslit. He could see the tiny, puckered mouth of her shitter and, farther on, a little hole that just had to be her cunt. But beyond that, there was a pea-sized lump of flesh that he didn't recognize.
He pressed it with his fingertip. "What's this?"
"Ooooooh," Trudy squealed, "that's my clit. I just love to be rubbed there, Harold. Yeah, that's it, keep doing that."
He was rubbing a stiff finger back and forth over the little lump, and Trudy must have liked it a whole lot, because she whimpered and writhed and soaked his finger with a hot burst of cream. Then she got busy on her end. Harold gasped as he felt something wonderfully hot and wet and slick playing all over the sensitive head of his cock. He peered around her ass and discovered that she was licking his prick.
"Jesus, Trudy, that feels great," he moaned.
"Why don't you lick me, too?" she suggested eagerly. "You're on."
Harold stuck out his tongue, and he began lashing it all over the swollen, pink flesh of her cunt. He dug the hot, tangy taste of her cream, and he began to stick his tongue into every steamy fold and cranny of her pussy, scooping out more delicious juice. Meanwhile, Trudy was whipping her greedy tongue all over the engorged, purple head of his prick and gobbling up all the salty cock juice she could get.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned.
"Oh, shit, out of sight!" Harold cried.
He could still hardly believe all these things were happening to him. He'd never even seen tits or a pussy before, except in magazines, and he'd never heard of sixty-nine. Now his sex education was being finished a whole lot faster than he'd dreamed it would. Hungrily, he tongued up Trudy's molten juices. He shivered with pleasure as her slippery tongue tickled into his cock cleft and reamed out more salty cream. The two horny teenagers were like animals, snorting and moaning and licking each other furiously.
Trudy adored the taste of cock cream and couldn't get enough of it. As fast as the thick cream bubbled from his piss hole, she lapped it up and rolled it around on her tongue, savoring it. Then she gulped it down and went for more. She cleaned his cockhead and drilled into his piss hole with the pointed tip of her tongue. She found herself drooling with eagerness. And it made her even more aroused to feel his hot tongue on her pussy.
Harold was licking all over, gobbling up her tangy cream, but then he remembered how much she'd liked having her clit stroked, and he zeroed in on that stiff little bud. He began lashing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Trudy squealed in ecstasy and soaked his bobbing chin with a big, hot load of cream. Harold suddenly realized that her clit was the most sensitive spot in her whole cunt.
"Oooooh, yeah, Harold, lick me more, keep doing it right there, please!" she cried.
"My glasses are getting steamed up," Harold said.
"Then take them off," she said with a giggle. "You'd look a lot better without them, anyway."
Harold jerked off his glasses, tossing them carelessly aside. Being near-sighted didn't bother him now, because his face was right in her steaming pussy. He happily tongue-lashed her throbbing clit, and she whipped her tongue all over the swollen head of his cock. As his excitement mounted, he leaked more and more hot cream, and Trudy gobbled it up greedily.
He was having the time of his life, hoping the fun could go on for hours, when he suddenly surprised both himself and Trudy by shooting his load.
"Awwwww, fuck, awwwwww!" he yelped.
Trudy had her mouth open, just tonguing up a load of cock cream, when he yelled and came. The next thing she knew, all this thick cream was spurting from his piss hole, into her mouth and all over her face. She greedily swallowed the hot liquid and licked her lips to get more, all the time focusing on his squirting prick. It was the first time she'd actually seen a guy come, and she was fascinated.
"Ahhhhhh, shit," Harold sighed as he shot the last of his load into her wide-open mouth. "Sorry I got off so fast."
"Why be sorry?" Trudy chirped. "I thought it was neat. Now, how about getting me off?"
"Sure, Trudy, just tell me what to do," he said eagerly.
"Stick your tongue up my cunt and fuck me with it."
Harold got so turned on by her dirty talk that his cock began to stiffen again. He shoved his face between her legs, stuck out his tongue and made it rigid, then crammed it into her hot little pussy hole. He shoved it into her, right to the root, and she wailed in ecstasy as she felt her greedy cunt stuffed with the hot, wet meat. He began jerking his stiff tongue in and out of her tasty little pussy, and she moaned and creamed all over his pistoning tongue.
"Ooooooh, Harold, yesss!" she cried. "Keep doing it to me, don't stop!"
She crouched over him, clawing the rug and panting as he tongue-fucked her steamy little cunt. In that position, the most interesting thing to look at was his cock, and it got a lot more interesting as it began to rise. Trudy was fascinated with the sight. She watched his balls swell and grow taut, and she watched his prick grow long and thick and rigid. It rose from his thigh and stood straight up, pointing lewdly at the ceiling.
"Fantastic," she breathed.
Harold didn't hear her. He was making an awful lot of noise as he used his thick tongue to ream the hot cream from her cunt. It was an obscene sucking and slurping noise that echoed through the room. It was punctuated by Trudy's panting and squealing. There was no other sound except the low burble of the TV, which both of them were ignoring. Trudy eyed Harold's steel-stiff young cock and drooled as she watched thick bubbles of cream oozing from his piss hole.
"Harold," she said hoarsely, "let's fuck, okay?"
Harold drew his tongue out of her cunt and said: "What?"
"You heard me," Trudy moaned.
She rolled off him, onto her back, and opened her legs wide. Harold gawked at her. More than anything in the world, he wanted to lose his damned virginity. He wanted to cram his horny cock into a nice, juicy pussy-hole. That's why this was just too good to be true. He couldn't believe that this sexy girl had just asked him to fuck her. Trudy writhed with impatience as he lay there and stared at her.
"Come on, Harold," she panted. "Don't you wanta fuck me?"
"I sure do," he croaked.
"Well, come on, then," she said. "Get over here and do it to me."
Still not convinced he wasn't dreaming, Harold crawled over and got between her legs. He wasn't too sure what to do next, except that his cock was supposed to go in her cunt. He pressed the engorged head of his prick into her little fuckhole, easing inside about an inch, then lay down on her and felt his cock wedging inside her fantastically snug, yet slippery cunttube.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah," he moaned.
"That's it, Harold," she panted. "Stick that big, hard cock into me, fuck me good."
Harold kept pushing until his prick was lodged to the balls in her sizzling little fuckhole. It felt so great just to be there that he almost came. Then Trudy began jerking her hips, showing him how fast and hard she wanted to be fucked. He appreciated the hint, because he was totally inexperienced when it came to fucking. He followed her rhythm and found himself pistoning his cock in and out of her very hard. She squealed with pleasure and creamed all over his hammering prick.
"Yeah, that's it, Harold!" she cried. "Fuck it to me good and hard."
He wasn't a virgin anymore, and he felt very powerful as he fucked hard into her cream-spurting pussy and made her howl with pleasure. No question about it, she loved his fucking. She clung to him and clawed his shoulders and wailed as he hammered his steel-hard cock in and out of her juicy cunt. It had started out to be a very humiliating evening, with his folks hiring a sitter for him, but it had turned out to be a triumph.
"Do you like it, Trudy?" he panted. "Am I fucking you okay?"
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, you sure are, Harold," she moaned. "Just keep fucking me good and hard, okay?"
"Okay," he moaned.
He fucked into her faster and faster as his arousal grew, but it was never too fast or too hard for the horny teenaged girl. She was discovering that the more she fucked, the more she wanted. She was greedy for all the fucking she could get. Now she arched her body and rubbed her clit hard against Harold's pistoning prickshaft, getting blast after blast of pleasure. It wasn't long before she was hovering on the brink of orgasm.
"Ooooooooh, Harold, I'm gonna come," she gasped.
"Good," he groaned, " 'cause I'm coming already!"
He bellowed and started shooting his load into her, and the hot liquid triggered her own orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, I'm coming, ahhhhhh!" she wailed.
Afterward, they rolled apart and looked at each other wonderingly.
"Gee, that was fantastic, Trudy," Harold said.
"It sure was," she said, grinning. "And we can do a lot more of it before your folks get back . . . do you want to?"
"Are you kidding?" he cried. "All I wanta do the rest of my life is fuck."
She'd been right, he really wasn't a bookworm at heart.
CHAPTER FIVE
Trudy and Harold were starved after all that hard lovemaking. They raided the fridge, then made themselves huge sandwiches and even drank a couple of beers, the first for both of them. The beers made them feel silly and daring, not to mention horny all over again. By the time they finished their sandwiches, they were ready for another session of fun.
Harold, not shy at all anymore, pulled Trudy down on the rug and began hugging and kissing her and, of course, she didn't resist. As he wriggled his tongue in and out of her mouth, she felt her hungry little pussy getting all steamy and moist. She wondered if she'd ever get enough fucking. It sure didn't look that way. The more she got, the more she wanted, so how could she ever be satisfied?
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm," she moaned, working her tongue slickly over Harold's.
She drove her tongue hard into his mouth, and he gave a muffled moan of excitement. Reaching down, she curled her fingers around the boy's stiffening cock, then began to pump it. His prick swelled to full hardness in her fist, pushing her fingers wide apart and pulsating violently. Trudy creamed like crazy as she felt his big, hot slab of cockmeat growing in her hand. She and Harold finally came up for air and eyed each other lustfully.
"Play with my clit, Harold," Trudy panted. "Get me really hot."
Harold was glad to oblige. He slipped a hand between her thighs and felt out the stiff, throbbing lump of her clit. He began to saw his stiff index finger over the slippery bud, and Trudy gurgled with delight. There wasn't a more sensitive spot on her body than that pea-sized button of flesh. Soon, she was creaming steadily, the hot, sticky juice drenching his sawing finger. She tightened her grip on his rigid cock and pumped it faster.
"Oh, wow, Trudy," Harold moaned. "Can we fuck again?"
"Sure, silly!" Trudy exclaimed. "That's what we're getting ready for."
"Great," he said, "because I've got a terrific idea. Wait here, and I'll be right back."
To Trudy's intense disappointment, he whipped his hand off her pussy, sprang to his feet, and ran upstairs. She couldn't imagine what was so damned important that he had to interrupt their exciting finger-play. She waited, seething with horniness and, after what seemed ages, Harold came down the stairs lugging a pile of magazines. Trudy groaned. Maybe he was a bookworm, after all. It sure was a dumb time to think about reading.
"Harold, what are you bringing those down for?" she asked impatiently.
"Don't ever tell Mom and Dad about these magazines," he said. "I keep them hidden in my room. They show all kinds of different ways to fuck."
"No kidding?" Trudy cried, her attention suddenly riveted. "Let's see."
Harold sat down on the rug and handed her half the pile of magazines. She started thumbing through them and could hardly believe her eyes. There were big color pictures of attractive young couples making love, stark-naked people fucking. And Harold hadn't been kidding her, the pictures showed dozens of different positions to fuck in. Trudy was fascinated.
"Oh, wow, Harold!" she said. "We've gotta try some of this stuff."
"That's why I brought the magazines for you to look at," he said with a grin. "Which way do you wanta try it first?"
"Hmmmm, that's a tough decision," Trudy said, frowning. "Let me look at a few more pictures."
Those pictures were really turning her on. She skimmed the magazines again, then settled on the photo that excited her the most. In this one, the girl was resting on her elbows and knees, and her shapely little ass was sticking up in the air. The guy was going into her from behind, just the way dogs do it. He knelt there holding her hips and sticking his enormous, stiff cock between the fur-fringed lips of her cunt.
Trudy creamed heavily as she studied that photo. She was fascinated with the sight of the young man's prick. It looked so long and rigid, and half of it was in the girl's pussy. Trudy imagined taking a cock in that dog-style position, and it got her aroused to a fever pitch. She slid the magazine over so Harold could see the picture. He flushed with excitement as he studied it.
"I wanta try it that way," Trudy said. "What do you think, Harold?"
"Fine by me," he said,his voice croaky with lust.
"Great!" Trudy cried, instantly rolling onto her hands and knees.
She thrust her cute little ass up in the air and waited. Behind her, she heard Harold panting as he crawled over to her, and then his hot breath was fanning her ass. He grasped her hips and nudged his swollen prickhead against the juicy little mouth of her cunt. She felt his rock-hard cock splitting and spreading her swollen cuntlips and driving inside her.
"Ooooo, yeah, Harold, stick it in meeeee!" she squealed.
Harold didn't need any urging. Snorting with lust, he plowed his stiff, young cock right to her womb in one hungry thrust. Then he groaned and held that position a moment, savoring the fantastic sensation. His engorged prick was sheathed in velvety, wet, clinging pussyflesh, and it felt hot as a blast furnace down there in Trudy's molten depths. Her sucking cunt throbbed against every inch of his cockmeat.
"Unnnnhhhh, move it, Harold, fuck me," Trudy moaned, wriggling impatiently around the impalement of his stiff prick.
Harold reluctantly swung into action. He wanted the fabulous sensations to last forever, and he was in no hurry to get this fuck over with. But Trudy was achingly horny, and her jerking hips were urging him into action. Gripping her hips firmly, he began to piston his steel-hard prick in and out of her juicy little fuckhole. She dug her nails into the rug and squealed with pleasure.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, that's it!" she cried. "Fuck it to me good and hard, Harold, really give it to me!"
Harold decided that he liked this doggy position a whole lot. He could watch his thick, blue-veined cock slamming in and out of her creamy little cunt, and that really excited him. Each time he shoved into her, his engorged prick spread her cuntlips wide and forced out her hot, pearly cream. Then, as his balls slapped her ass and his cockhead battered her womb, she let out a shrill squeal of ecstasy. She was creaming heavily all over his prick-meat, unable to control the molten floods of juice.
"Oooooooh, yeah, Harold, fuck me good and hard," she panted. "Fuck the living shit out of me."
"I'll sure try," Harold groaned.
He fucked into her faster and faster, until her petite body shuddered with the impact. She had to tangle her fingers in the fuck carpet and hold on tight. Otherwise, she would have been knocked over by the force of his fucking. Their bodies were slapping loudly together, and she gasped with each rough, deep thrust of his cock, but she was loving every second of it.
"Ahhhhhh, so fuckin' good," she whined.
Harold had to agree with that. He figured nothing in the world could feel better than fucking. He loved cramming his swollen cock into that slick cunthole of hers, pounding it into her as deeply as he could and feeling the hot flood of her cream all around his prick-meat. His cock was dripping with molten pussy syrup. He fucked into her even harder, and she wailed in ecstasy. The harder he fucked her, the more excited she seemed to get.
"Unnnnhhhhh, Harold, you're driving me crazy," she howled, "I just gotta come."
Harold was doing his best to make that happen, fucking into her like a jackhammer. Her little tits were wobbling and swinging like crazy with the impact of his fucking, and his flat belly was slapping loudly against her ass. He wondered how such a little delicate-looking girl could take such punisliment, but his rougliness just seemed to excite her. Her cunt was gushing molten cream all around his pistoning cock. The sizzling juice overflowed and trickled down her legs.
"Ooooooh, shit, I'm almost there!" she gasped.
Harold felt her muscular young cunt tightening around his jerking cock. He snorted with excitement and fucked into her with lightning speed. Her cunt got even more snug, and it throbbed hard against every inch of his prick. Trudy threw back her head and howled in ecstasy.
"Just a little more, Harold!" she wailed. "It's so good, I'm gonna come real quick."
Harold was red-faced with effort and beginning to sweat, but nothing could have stopped him from bringing off this squealing girl. He kept fucking her with all the speed and force he could manage. Then, suddenly, her cunt clamped around his prick like a vise. She let out a shrill scream, and he felt his cock soaked with blast after blast of scorching come-juice.
Her cunt was milking his prick, sucking hard at it, as if trying to force the jizz right out of his balls. He gritted his teeth and fought the urge to fill her pussy with his steaming come. He didn't want to come just yet. There were a whole bunch of other positions he wanted to fuck her in. He managed to ride out her climax, while her curvy little body bucked and shook, and her molten-hot cunt sucked at his swollen cock.
"Ohhhhhh, fantastic," she sighed as she finally came down from her violent orgasm. "But you didn't get off, Harold."
"I don't want to yet," he panted. "Take a look at this picture, Trudy."
His stiff cock still pulsating inside her, he grabbed one of the magazines, then slid it around where she could see it. Trudy's eyes got big and hot as she studied the picture. In this one, the guy was lying on his back and the girl was sitting on his cock. The picture showed about half his thick, blue-veined prick, and the rest was shoved up the girl's wet, pink cunt. Trudy got terrifically aroused as she looked, even though she'd just come like a bomb.
"Yeah, Harold, let's try it," she said eagerly.
Harold whipped his cream-soaked cock out of her steaming little fuck hole and lay down on his back. Trudy couldn't help her eager grin when she turned and saw him. His handsome seven-inch cock was sticking straight up in the air, soaked with her juice and bulging with blue veins. It was so stiff, it didn't even move. Hot bubbles of cream were oozing from his piss hole, and his balls were taut and engorged. Everything was ready for action.
Grinning, Trudy crawled over to him, and she climbed aboard. The girl spread her thighs wide as she straddled him and brought the dripping little mouth of her cunt down to touch the hot, hard crown of his cockhead. Both horny kids shivered lustily as she touched cunt to prick. Then she eased her slick pussy-lips down around the fat head of his cock, until it was about an inch into her. At that point, Harold just couldn't control himself.
"Awwwww, shit, let's fuck," he snorted.
Grabbing her by the waist, he began to fuck into her very hard and fast. Trudy gasped with delight. Harold was getting more gutsy by the second. Now he was hammering his prickmeat into her like there was no tomorrow. She let her head loll back, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy, blotting out everything but the hot blasts of pleasure she was getting from his pile-driving cock. He was fucking her mercilessly, just the way she craved it.
"Unnnhhhh, Harold, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee," she howled.
Harold liked the view. As he lay on his back and hammered his stiff cock in her dripping little cunt, he could watch all her reactions. He watched her pretty face contort with lust, her little pink tongue lolling out as she panted. He watched her luscious high-riding tits bouncing and swinging with the impact of his fucking. And he watched his cream-soaked prick slamming up and down between her pouting pink cuntlips. Everything he saw made him wildly aroused.
"You like it, Trudy?" he panted. "Do you dig fucking this way?"
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, I love it, Harold," she moaned. "Just keep fucking me good and hard, don't stop."
Actually, she figured she'd love any posi-dS tion, just as long as it involved a big, hard cock hammering in her cunt. She could have done it upside-down, and it still would have been great. But this woman-on-top position was special fun, because it was like riding a wild horse, her body bucking and bouncing, rising and falling with the hard rhythm of Harold's slamming prick. If he hadn't held her by the waist, she might have fallen off.
"Ooooooooh, shit, you're fucking me so good, Harold," she whimpered. "I'm gonna come again, real quick."
Harold felt her cunt tightening around his hammering cock, and now he recognized this as a sign that she was about to come. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, blotting out everything but the fantastic pleasure she was getting. Her cunt got snugger and snugger, and it grew boiling hot. Harold felt her cream-filled pussy clamping around his cock, then going into spasms.
Harold almost came, too, as her red-hot cunt gripped and released his prickmeat in a furiously hard rhythm. He had his work cut out for him, holding her by the waist and keeping her from falling as she wailed and weaved over him, her little tits wobbling. He watched her thick come-cream gushing out around his deeply buried cock and running down her thighs.
"Ooooooooh, fuck, it's good," she howled.
She was coming violently, her whole body rocking, but even as she started coming down from it, she was greedy for more. Even two hot orgasms weren't enough to cool the fire in her body. She wanted to gorge herself on hot sensation, climax until she couldn't stand it anymore. And, luckily, she had a willing partner. Harold's cock was still hard as iron inside her.
"What'll we try next?" she said eagerly. "Let's have a look!"
While Trudy rested and sat on his still-rigid cock, he grabbed the stack of magazines and started leafing through them. It wasn't long before he came to a photo that excited both of them a lot. He looked at Trudy, and she grinned and nodded. She hopped off his stiff cock, then hurried over to a big easy chair. Plopping down in it, she swung her legs up over the arms of the chair, lewdly exposing the wet, pink expanse of her cuntslit.
"Oh, shit, fantastic!" Harold cried, bouncing to his feet.
It was better than anything in his secret stash of girlie magazines, because this was a real-live girl, and she was all ready to fuck him. He walked over, hungrily studying her glistening, rosy cunt and its fine fringe of dark curls. His stiff cock weaved lewdly before him and dripped big, hot drops of cream. Trudy eyed his swinging slab of prickmeat and shivered with horniness.
"Hurry, Harold, stick it in me," she panted.
Harold grabbed a sofa pillow, and he dropped it on the floor in front of her. He knelt on the pillow and fisted his enormously swollen cock, then wedged his fat, purple prickhead between her slippery cuntlips, and she squealed with excitement. The boy felt a sizzling blast of juice soaking the tip of his cock before he was even an inch into her. He caught his breath and shoved into her hard.
"Unnnhhhhh, yesssss," she gasped.
The two horny kids didn't know it but, at that moment, Harold's mother and father were coming up the front walk, s George and Maxine Gregory had attended a dinner party given by George's new boss, and they'd been bored pissless. The old fart had insisted on hauling out all the slides he'd made of his vacation, and for hours his guests had sat and watched photo after photo of him and his fat wife posing in front of palm trees. George fell asleep twice, and Maxine had to kick him when he started to snore.
After the slides, they'd left as early as they could without being rude. Sitting home watching TV would be a thousand times more exciting than that party, they agreed. George bounded up the front walk ahead of his wife, digging his keys out of his pocket, and already thinking about the snack he was going to have while he watched the late late movie. Then he glanced in the front window and stopped short, as if he'd run into a brick wall.
"Holy shit!" he gasped.
"What is it, honey?" Maxine asked.
"Uh, I'm not sure yet, but you better just stay where you are while I check this out."
He looked again and confirmed that his eyes hadn't deceived him,' His son, Harold, was fucking the babysitter.
It was a pretty sophisticated operation, too, for a kid so young and inexperienced. Trudy was sitting in a chair with her legs draped over the arms, obscenely exposing her dripping cunt. Harold knelt in front of her grinning like a maniac as he hammered his stiff cock in and out of her pussy. Trudy's pretty face was twisted into a grimace of pleasure as she took the boy's roughly pistoning cock. The two lusty teenagers were obviously having the time of their lives.
As George watched them, he felt his prick go stiff as a board. He could just imagine how tiny and tight the babysitter's cunt would be, and he couldn't help wishing he was in his son's place, slamming his engorged prick in and out of her juicy little fuckhole.
"George, what on earth is going on in there?" Maxine demanded.
"Uh, just a second, honey," George said hoarsely. "I gotta decide how to handle this."
"But what is it? Is Harold okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine," George said. That was putting it mildly. "He's just fine, honey, but I don't want you to see this. It could upset you."
He couldn't take his eyes off the scene in the living room. Harold was fucking Trudy faster and faster, and she was obviously loving every second of it. Her head lolled back, her eyes closed, and she appeared to be wailing with ecstasy as Harold fucked into her like a young stallion, driving his steel-hard cock to her womb with every hungry thrust. George watched his son reaming out her hot cream with his hammering cock and, again, he ached to be in the boy's place, working his own lust-engorged prick in that steaming little fuckhole of hers.
"George, don't just stand there!" Maxine cried. "Tell me what's going on!"
"Honey, just go around back and go to our room," George said. "I better handle this alone."
Before he could stop her, Maxine had strode up the steps and stood beside him. She stared in the window, then clapped a hand to her mouth. "My God!"
There was her baby, her little boy, fucking the babysitter, hammering his man-size cock in and out of the girl's cunt. Sure, he was a teenager now, but Maxine still thought of him as a little kid. Now she had to revise her image of her son. That was no little kid's cock. That stiff prick was a good seven inches long and almost as thick as her wrist . . . and Harold knew how to use it, too.
Maxine reddened as she felt her pussy starting to swell and heat and cream. Somehow, the scene in the living room was turning her on like crazy. She imagined taking that pile-driving cock into her own juicy, clinging cunt, and then she reddened even more. It was shameful of her to think that way about her own son. She swayed dizzily, and George caught her elbow and steadied her.
"Dammit, Maxine, do as I told you," he said. "I knew this would upset you. Let me handle it, and you just go to bed."
"All right, George," she said meekly, starting around to the back of the house. Her mind was boggled. She just didn't know how to handle the situation, so maybe it was best to leave the whole thing up to her husband.
When she'd gone, George pulled his suit jacket down as far as he could, hoping to hide his hard-on. Then the man opened the door, and he marched into the living room. The kids didn't even notice him, though, because, at that moment, they both started to come . . .
CHAPTER SIX
Trudy had her eyes tightly closed, aware only of the almost unbearable pleasure she was getting from Harold's jackhammering cock. That hot pleasure built and built, until her whole body exploded with it, and she began to climax. Just at that moment, as her cunt clamped hard around his engorged prick, Harold yelped and started shooting his load.
"Unnnnhhhhh, shit, I'm coming!" Trudy howled.
"Awwwwwww, yeah, aaaggghhh!" Harold shouted.
They howled together as they came, and it was almost a minute before Trudy stopped coming and opened her eyes again. When she did, she gasped. Standing right behind Harold and looking furious was his father, George Gregory. When Trudy gasped, Harold whirled for a look, then froze.
"I hope you two realize that you've done something very, very wrong," George growled. "Harold, you go to your room and stay there. I'll deal with you pretty soon. Right now, I want to talk to Trudy."
"Dad," Harold began, "it wasn't her fault."
"Harold, get going!" George thundered.
"Yes, sir," Harold sighed, giving Trudy one last look of longing.
Trudy, meanwhile, was scrambling into her clothes. She knew she was in big trouble. If her mother found out about her fucking Harold, she'd be grounded for ten years. Somehow, she had to persuade Mr. Gregory not to tell on her. She studied the powerfully built, balding man and wondered how to get to him. He'd seemed so friendly before, but now he seemed icy and outraged.
"All right, Trudy," he snapped, "perhaps you can tell me how this disgusting thing happened."
"I don't know, Mr. Gregory," she said, sounding as innocent as possible. "I guess we just got carried away. It won't happen again, and I sure hope you're not gonna tell my mother."
George was having a little trouble concentrating. He knew he ought to be stern, but he kept remembering how this little chick had looked without her clothes, and how excited she'd been as his son fucked her. He could see her now, legs draped over the chair arms, her whole pussy exposed, her squeals of pleasure as Harold hammered his stiff prick into her hot little cunt. He shook his head, chasing away that image, and told himself to stick to business.
"Of course I'll have to tell your mother," he said.
"Oh, please don't do that, Mr. Gregory," Trudy pleaded. "Punish me, yourself, but don't tell my mom."
Punish her, himself? George had a quick image of what that could involve, and he couldn't resist. "Very well, Trudy, if that's how you want it. But you realize you must be punished?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Gregory, thanks," Trudy babbled.
In fact, she didn't see why she should be punished for something that had felt so good to both her and Harold. She didn't see what was so disgusting or wrong about two people getting it on when they really wanted each other. But she knew there was no point in arguing with a grownup. She had to do whatever Mr. Gregory wanted, or he'd tell her mother.
He sat down on the couch and growled for Trudy to come to him. "Over my knee!"
Trudy almost laughed. He was actually going to spank her, as if she was a little kid. That was ridiculous, but she'd better not say so. She'd better cooperate and keep a serious expression on her face. The girl walked over, and she lay face down over his knees, her shapely little ass sticking up. Touching his powerful, masculine body was a real turn-on for her. In fact, it gave her an idea. It was a pretty wild idea, but it might just work.
George brought his big hand down hard on her ass, and she gasped. It didn't hurt much, but he'd taken her by surprise. Now he began to spank her steadily, but it still didn't hurt enough to bother her. She lay there and waited for him to get tired of his silly little game, wondering just how hard it would be to seduce him. That would be interesting to find out. Trudy wondered if his cock was as big as the rest of him, and she felt her pussy starting to heat.
Meanwhile, George was spanking her kind of listlessly, not really trying to hurt her. He was fascinated with the sight of her cute little ass in those skin-tight jeans. It was turning him on like crazy. He wanted to see that adorable ass in panties, then naked. And it would be easy enough to find an excuse. Trudy lay there making no sound at alt, and he could tell his spanking wasn't bothering her.
"You think you're smart, don't you, young lady?" he growled. "Well, I'll get a reaction out of you. Let's just see what you think of this."
Trudy blazed with excitement when she felt him reaching under her and unzipping her jeans. He slipped the garment down over her ass, exposing the fully packed seat of her clinging, red bikini panties. She could hear him breathing harshly as he ogled her ass. Then he started spanking her again, a little harder this time, and she gasped and flinched, but she kept still. She was damned if she'd give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry.
George was so horny that he could have screamed. Her ass looked so inviting in those little red panties. His engorged cock was straining in the confinement of his pants, and he couldn't help thinking how terrific it would feel to cram his rock-hard prickmeat into the girl's tiny cunt. Well, of course he couldn't go that far, but at least he could look. He swatted her ass again and got no response.
"All right," he snarled. "You asked for it."
He pulled her panties down and exposed her gorgeous little ass, naked and flushed with his spanking. Her thighs were slightly parted, and he had a glimpse of her wet, pink cuntslit and delicate pussyfur. His cock gave a violent, horny lurch and almost tore its way out of his pants. He ached to fuck her little hot pussy. His balls felt ready to burst with their steaming load. Trying to get a grip on himself, George brought his hand down hard on her ass.
"Owwwwww!" Trudy howled.
She hadn't meant to make a sound, but now he really was hurting her as he spanked her bare ass. It was weird. He was hurting her, but he was also getting her very aroused. She was practically squirming with lust, and her pussy was getting all steamy and wet and swollen. She was dying to get a look at his cock. She just had to think of a way to do that.
Then George stopped spanking her and started feeling her ass, instead. Trudy shivered with excitement. Was he getting horny for her? That would be so exciting. She'd only made it with one grownup man, Jim Anderson, and she was dying to repeat the experience. She seethed with lust as George's big fingers trailed and tickled over the slightly bruised flesh of her ass.
Now he was running one thick finger down inside the crease of her ass. His fingertip touched her tiny, puckered asshole and began to caress it. Trudy spurted a big, hot burst of pussy cream, unable to control herself. Her tiny shitter was very sensitive she discovered. George tickled and rimmed it with his fingertip, making her feel wickedly excited. Then he eased his stiff finger even farther between her legs.
"Ooooooooh!" Trudy squealed.
George knew he was way out of line, and the girl's excited squeal confirmed it. He had no business undressing her and feeling her ass. Now he was going even farther, stimulating her cute little shitter and sliding his finger onto her cuntslit. She was scorching-hot down there, swollen and wet. No question about it, she was horny. He pistoned his stiff middle finger over the juicy flesh of her pussylips, and she squealed and creamed.
"You like that, honey?" he asked hoarsely.
"Ooooooh, yeah, I sure do!"
George knew he was all wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. With his wife of twenty yeas just a few rooms away, he started coming on to their teenaged babysitter. He couldn't resist her luscious little body, and he couldn't help thinking how fantastically tight and steamy her cunt would be. He continued to frig her pussy, jerking his stiff finger over the puffed flesh and making her squeal and moan with pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, George, I love it!" she cried. "Please don't stop."
George's cock almost tore its way out of his pants. He felt around until he found the tiny mouth of Trudy's cunt, and he began to ease his big, thick finger inside her boiling fuck tunnel. She gurgled in ecstasy as he slowly filled her horny little pussy with his big finger. He felt her creaming all over his finger, soaking it with her steaming juices.
"Yes, yessss!" she hissed. "Stick it in me, George, make me come."
George barely stifled a groan of lust. He hadn't been so insanely turned on in years. He eased his finger into her, right to the last knuckle, and felt the inside of her gripping, velvety cunt. He probed around, and she drenched his finger with burst after burst of molten juice. Her tiny pussy sucked and tugged at his finger, as if trying to draw it even deeper. George began to piston his finger in a cock-like motion, and Trudy moaned.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, yesss," she whined. "Do it to me with your finger, George, get me off."
She'd rather have had his cock, but she had a hunch that one thing would lead to another. And right now she welcomed anything big and stiff in her frantically horny cunt. George finger-fucked her fast and deep, reaming and stuffing her pussy, and she gurgled with ecstasy and creamed continuously. She was hurtling fast toward climax, spinning out of control.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck, it's good," she babbled, "so damned good. I love your big fucker in my pussy, George."
George groaned and almost came in his pants. This scene was unreal. It was like a horny fantasy come true. He had this gorgeous teenager laid out over his lap, and he was working his finger in her wet cunt, driving her crazy with pleasure. Things like that didn't happen in real life. But it seemed real enough when her strongly muscled young cunt gripped and squeezed his finger and soaked it with sizzling juice.
"Oooooooh, George, I'm almost there!" Trudy squealed. "Do it to me real fast now, don't stop."
George jerked his finger with lightning speed in her juicy little fuckhole, and he felt her tiny cunt tunnel contracting, squeezing his finger and making red-hot friction. The girl was deliberately tightening her cunt to get herself off. His finger was dripping with her spurting cream, and her pussy felt hot as a blast furnace. Suddenly, she gasped and went still. Her cunt clamped like a vise around his finger. Then she screamed and began to buck and writhe.
"Ahhhhhhh, shit, you did it, I'm coming!" she howled.
Molten cream spurted around his finger. He held her firmly on his lap. Otherwise, her writhing body would have pitched to the floor. She moaned and spasmed and squirted, coming like crazy. As he watched her, George knew he wouldn't rest until he fucked her. She was willing, no doubt about that, and he was only human. He couldn't resist this chance to get himself some hot, tight teenaged pussy.
"Oooooooh, George, that was super!" Trudy cried.
Then, before he could stop her, she'd wedged her way between his legs. She was kneeling on the floor, between his thighs, and she was unzipping his pants. It all happened so fast and unexpectedly that George was caught off guard. She had his zipper open, and her hand was into his pants, and then she was tugging down his pants and shorts, uncovering his lust-engorged cock.
"Honey," he said weakly, "you better not do that."
"I just wanta look," Trudy pouted.
George was too horny to argue. She eased his pants and shorts down over his ass, then gawked at his massive eight-inch prick. It was as thick as her wrist and hard as stone. The purple head looked the size of a golf ball, and it was drooling hot globs of cream. He had the biggest cock she'd ever seen, and she couldn't resist playing with it. Curling her fingers around the fat, hairy base, she began to pump.
"Ahhhhhh, Christ, suck it a little, will you, honey?" George sighed.
That sounded like fun, so Trudy opened her lips as wide as she could, then popped his cock inside. George flinched, groaned, and fed her a big spurt of tasty cream. She tried to cram his whole prick into her mouth, but it was much too big. She was able to take about half, and it stuffed her mouth, throbbing on her tongue and leaking thick hot cream. She began to suck greedily.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned.
"Jesus, yeah," George panted. "Suck my prick, baby, suck it good and hard."
Inexperienced as she was, Trudy sensed how exciting it was for him to have his cock in her mouth and to feel her sucking on it. George slumped back on the couch, and he panted and moaned as she suctioned the thick, salty cream out of his piss hole. She really got off on doing it to him, too. She loved having her mouth crammed with his violently throbbing prick-meat, loved the tang of his dripping juice. She sucked faster and faster as her arousal grew.
"Awwwwwww, shit, awwwww," George whined.
This was another of his horny fantasies come true. When he jacked off, he loved to imagine that a cute and hungry teenaged girl was sucking his cock, sucking it like she just couldn't get enough of his hot cream. And that was exactly what Trudy was doing right now. The room echoed with the lewd sucking and slurping sounds she was making as she gobbled up his cream. George was blissed out, groaning, screwing his eyes shut in ecstasy.
That was why he didn't see his son dart into the room and slip behind a chair. Harold had been watching from the dark hallway and, as his dad closed his eyes, he grabbed the chance to sneak into the room and get a better view of the action. He'd been ordered to his room, but he hadn't stayed there for long. He felt guilty about leaving Trudy to face the music all by herself, and he decided to go back and defend her.
It turned out that she didn't need any help. She had his father well under control. George lolled back on the couch, his face red and contorted with lust, and he was moaning steadily as Trudy sucked noisily and greedily on his cock. Harold felt envious and angry . . . Trudy had never sucked his prick like that. She had half his dad's big cock crammed into her mouth, and she was sucking like it was candy. Harold imagined her doing that to him, and his tireless young prick lurched into stiffness.
"Ahhhhhhh, baby, that's so fuckin' good," George moaned.
Harold shook his head in disgust. Could this possibly be the same guy who'd burst into the room and told Harold and Trudy how naughty they were and how they had to be punished? Grownups were pretty hard to figure out sometimes. Now George was doing exactly the same thing he'd chewed out Harold for, getting it on with the babysitter. That was living pretty dangerously. If mom woke up and caught him, he'd be in real trouble.
But his wife seemed to be the farthest thing from George's mind just then. His teeth flashed in a lusty grimace as Trudy sucked faster and faster on his violently throbbing prick. With her tiny fist, she was pumping the fat base of his cock, and with her widely stretched lips, she was sucking hard at his prickmeat. Her throat muscles worked busily as she gulped down his oozing cock cream.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned.
"Yeah, honey, eat all that good juice," George cried.
Harold's prick gave a lusty lurch and began to drool. He ached to be in his dad's place, with Trudy's scorching, wet mouth around his swollen cock, sucking and gulping. And then it dawned on him that he could have that and anything else he wanted. All he had to do was threaten to tell his mother about what was happening. Dad wouldn't dare risk that. He'd have to share Trudy with Harold, whether he wanted to or not.
But Harold wasn't going to make his entrance just yet. He wanted things to get even more incriminating. He tried to ignore the lusty ache in his balls as he watched Trudy sucking his dad's cock. George's face was red as a beet by now, and he was groaning steadily. Trudy's dark hair flew as she bobbed up and down over his steel-hard prick, sucking it like crazy. Then, suddenly, George grasped her head and gently eased her off his spit-drenched cockmeat.
"Honey, that's enough," he panted. "I'm almost coming. Come up here, sit on my lap."
That sounded innocent enough, but Trudy caught his real meaning. She eyed that super-big cock of his and almost came just from looking at it. Eagerly, she held out her arms. He scooped her up, then brought her down to straddle his legs, the dripping mouth of her cunt touching the hard purple head of his prick. With a quick shove, he lodged his big, purple bulb about an inch into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, shit, yes!" she gasped. "Shove that big thing into me, George."
Holding her astride his lap, George cupped her hot little ass and drew her forward, filling her velvety cunt with his powerfully throbbing cock. He fucked into her slowly, fearing his massive prick would be far too big for her tiny pussy-hole . . . and he was almost right. It was a real tight squeeze. But her cunt was slippery with juice, and that helped. She panted with hot excitement as she took the biggest cock of her young life.
"Oooooooh, shit, it's so big!" she squealed.
Harold was practically moaning with envy as he watched. He hoped he still had some growing to do and that his cock would get as big as his dad's gigantic prick. He was dying to be in his father's place, easing his engorged fuckshaft into her slick and steaming little pussy. Trudy let her head loll back, and she gurgled in ecstasy as she took every inch of George's wrist-thick cock.
"Unnnhhhhh, God, unnnhhhhh!" she gasped.
"Easy, baby, you can take it all," George panted.
Finally, he was into her as far as he could go, and he began to fuck her in quick, short strokes. She responded to that, moaning with delight and soaking his hammering prick with hot, helpless spurts of cream. She threw her arms around his neck and clung to him, taking his cock deep, moaning happily with each hard thrust. This little girl loved his fucking, and she wasn't shy about showing it.
"Ahhhhhh, George, I love your big, hard cock," she whimpered.
"I love your hot little pussy," he growled.
Harold could hardly resist the urge to drag out his stiff prick and jack off as he watched. He was horny out of his mind. But he vowed that next time he came, it would be in Trudy's gripping fuckhole. He was going to get everything his father had gotten, or else. He tried to ignore the lusty ache in his cock as he watched George fucking the pretty, young babysitter.
"Oooooooh, shit, you're gonna make me come, George," Trudy was moaning. "That big cock feels so damned good."
George leered at her, but didn't reply. He was pretty much beyond words by now. He was hammering his engorged prick in the tightest, hottest pussy he'd ever fucked, and that was all that mattered. He fucked into her faster and harder as his excitement mounted, and she responded with shrieks of pleasure. Her greedy cunt expanded like elastic to take his massive prick and rough fucking.
"Unnnhhhhh, uunnnggghhh," she moaned. "I'm almost there, don't stop."
George couldn't have stopped even if he'd wanted to. He was out of control by now, fucking into her like a runaway freight train, all stops pulled. Her petite body rocked and bucked with the impact of his fucking, and she thought her teeth would rattle. George's face got red with lust, and then his eyes rolled shut. He felt Trudy's cunt clamping around his cockmeat and drenching it with molten floods of cream.
"Ohhhh, shit, fuck, I'm coming, ohhhh!" she howled.
"Awwwwwwww, Christ, take my come, aaaggghhh!" George roared.
Harold was up and stripping before they even finished coming. They were still howling and swaying in each other's arms as the naked, teenaged boy strode across the room to confront them, his cock hugging his belly in a ferocious hard-on. As they finally came down from their hot mutual climax, they realized they had company.
"Harold, dammit, I told you to go to your room and stay there!" George barked.
"No way, Dad!" Harold snapped back. "I want a turn with Trudy, or else I'm gonna tell mom everything you did."
CHAPTER SEVEN
George didn't see any way out of it. He sure as hell didn't want Maxine to know that he'd been fucking the babysitter. So he had no choice but to share Trudy with his son. Grudgingly, George moved away from the girl, and he padded off to the kitchen to get himself a drink.
The moment his father was out of the room, Harold grabbed Trudy, and he started hugging and kissing her. "I hope you still like me, Trudy."
"Of course, I do, silly," Trudy said, laughing. "What makes you think I wouldn't?"
"Well, the old man's pretty well-hung," he sighed.
"Well, so are you, Harold," she purred, reaching down to fondle his stiff, young cock.
Harold began to relax. He'd been worried that, after making it with his dad, Trudy wouldn't have time for him anymore, but she was behaving the same as ever. And there was a good reason for that, even though Harold wasn't aware of it. For Trudy, one man would never be enough. She'd really gotten off on fucking Harold's father, but she needed Harold, too. She was thrilled by the idea of taking one stiff cock after another.
"Let's lie down, okay?" Trudy cooed, leading Harold over to the couch. "We could try out some more of those crazy positions."
"Sure, Trudy, whatever you want," Harold said eagerly.
The pile of erotic magazines was still lying by the couch. Apparently, his dad hadn't seen them, and that was fine with Harold. He quickly shoved them under the couch but, as he did so, he flipped through one of them and saw something that really aroused him. Hiding the magazines, he turned to Trudy with a big grin.
"Did you see something you like?" she asked.
"I sure did," Harold replied. "Start by lying on your back."
Trudy followed his instructions and found herself in a really exposed posture. She flung one leg up over the back of the couch and let the other leg dangle off the edge. Her hot, pink cuntslit was fully exposed to the light of the room, and Harold ogled it as he knelt between her legs. He could see a steady trickle of pearly cream running from her little fur-fringed cunt-mouth. Her pussy looked gorgeous to him.
It looked pretty gorgeous to George, too. He walked into the room just as Trudy got herself arranged in the new position, and he almost choked on his drink. He'd just finished coming, but he was hotly aroused again at the sight of the naked girl exposing her rosy, wet fuckslit. The kids didn't pay much attention to him in their excitement, and he quietly sat down to watch them. Harold was kneeling between Trudy's hugely spread legs, his cock stiff and drooling.
"Is this how you want me, Harold?" Trudy asked.
Harold's voice came out in a horny croak. "Yeah, that's perfect."
Trudy wriggled impatiently. "Come on, Harold, stick your cock in me. Let's get with it."
"Yeah, sure," Harold said.
He really was enjoying this chance to study a real-live pussy up close. It was all so mysterious and pretty to him, that glistening puffed pink cuntflesh. As Trudy's impatient lust grew, more and more hot cream dribbled from her little cuntmouth and trickled down the crack of her ass. Her clit poked out from her delicate fur, erect and throbbing. Harold was fascinated with all this, but he knew from her impatient sighs and wriggling ass that he'd better get to work.
He touched the swollen head of his prick to the wet little opening of her cunt, socking his fleshy cock knob in about an inch. She flinched, moaned, and drenched his cockhead with scalding juice.
"Ooooooh, yeah, Harold, get into me," she panted.
Harold remembered how his dad had gone into her so slowly, driving her crazy with excitement, and he did the same thing, easing his steel-stiff cock into her juicy cunt very gradually. He wanted to show her that he could do everything George had done, that he was just as good a fuck as his father. Trudy panted as she felt his hard prick slowly, but steadily filling her cunt and throbbing against the gripping velvety walls.
"Ooooooh, God, Harold," she whimpered. "It feels so fuckin' good."
George, watching intently, felt his balls start to fill and swell, then his cock twitched and began to stiffen. The scene was turning him on like crazy. He'd planned just to have a quick nightcap and go to bed, but no way was he going to miss this enticing show. He settled back in his chair and watched eagerly as his son glided his steel stiff cock into the babysitter's pussy-hole. Trudy was squealing with excitement as she took it.
"Yeah, yeah, get into me," she panted. "Give me every inch of that nice, hard prick, Harold."
Harold was aware that his father was watching him, so he did his best to put on an impressive performance. He ached to just cram his cock hard into Trudy's hot little cunt, but he held back, gliding his prick into her slowly and steadily, making her writhe and moan for more. After what seemed a lifetime, his cockshaft was finally all the way inside her steaming cunt, his prick touching her womb, his balls gliding to rest against her ass.
"There," he panted, "you got it all now, Trudy."
"Yeah, I feel it," she gurgled, "and it's so good. Fuck me, Harold, fuck me good and hard."
Harold couldn't hold himself back any longer. He was so horny, he just had to fuck her hard. With a lusty growl, he threw himself on her and shoved his hands under her writhing ass. Getting a good grip, he began to fuck into her like a pile driver. Their bellies smacked together loudly, and Trudy's petite body shuddered with the impact of his frantic fucking.
"Hey, take it easy, son," George spoke up.
"You don't wanta hurt her."
"H . . . he's not hurting me, Mr. Gregory," Trudy panted. "I dig it this way. Oooooooh, yeah, Harold, fuck it to me hard, as hard as you can."
Harold shot his dad a triumphant look, then fucked into her as fast and hard as he could. Trudy responded with shrieks of delight, clinging to him and digging her nails into his shoulders. She eagerly rubbed her erect clit against the sawing shaft of his cock, giving herself blast after blast of sensation. Harold felt her drenching his cock with hot bursts of cream. Her cunt tightened hungrily around his prickmeat and sucked at it, drawing his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy-hole.
"Awwwwwwww, shit, it's good," Harold moaned.
"Tell me about it," George muttered enviously.
He'd already had his turn with the girl, but now he wanted more. For twenty years, he'd fucked nobody but Maxine, and although she was a terrific lay, he craved novelty. Trudy's fantastically tight cunt was just what he needed. His cock kept swelling as he watched the lustfully fucking teenagers, and it was soon standing straight up in his lap and drooling thick rivers of hot cream. He wished he could cram his engorged column of prickmeat into the girl's sizzling little pussy.
But he'd just have to wait his turn. Harold was already occupying that clinging juicy hole, and it looked as if he was going to be using it for awhile. He was fucking away like a machine, steadily and tirelessly. Not that Trudy seemed to mind. Her face was twisted in a lusty grimace, and she was panting and squealing with pleasure as she took the steady, deep pounding of Harold's rock-hard cock. Three was a crowd right now, and George knew it.
But at least he could watch. He'd never watched another couple fuck before, and it was blowing his mind. The man felt outrageously horny, and he was fighting the urge to grab his engorged prick and jack off. His eyes were glued to his son's long, stiff hard-on as it sawed in and out of Trudy's juice-bubbling cunt. That hard hammering action reamed the thick juice out of her pussy, making an obscene sucking noise that echoed through the room and made George shiver with excitement. He wondered if he could wait for his turn with Trudy, or if he'd have to masturbate for relief.
"Unnnhhhh, Harold, I'm gonna come," Trudy moaned. "Fuck me real hard, don't stop."
"You got it!"
His ass knotted and jerked with lightning speed as he fucked her. George had to admit that fucking did great things for his son's personality. Normally shy, bookish and awkward, Harold had turned into a real tiger. He was fucking Trudy so hard, her teeth must have rattled. But the petite brunette loved it. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and howled her pleasure as Harold's jackhammering cock brought her to the brink of orgasm.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, just a little more!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhh, that's it, Harold, whhaaa-hhhhhh!"
She began to come violently, her little body bucking and rocking. George expected Harold to come right along with her, and he prepared to go take his turn with the girl. But, to his disappointment, the boy gritted his teeth and held out. Was the little fart going to hog Trudy all night? George seethed with horniness. There was only one juicy, hot cunt available, and his son was monopolizing it. As Trudy came down from her climax, she felt Harold's prick inside her, as hard and ready as before.
"Harold, you didn't get off," she said wonderingly.
"I didn't wanta get off that way," he panted. "I want you to suck my cock, just like you did for my dad."
So that was it. George couldn't help grinning. The kid was determined to get everything his father had gotten. Trudy grinned, too.
"Sure, Harold, I'll suck your cock," she cooed. "Climb on up here."
Harold whipped his cream-drenched prick out of her little cunt, and he climbed up to straddle her, his ass grazing her tits. He was red-faced with excitement and breathing harshly as he trailed the drooling head of his cock over her pink-glossed lips. To tease him, Trudy stuck out her hot little tongue and lapped up the sticky cream from her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, "delicious."
"Have more," Harold offered hoarsely.
"I think I will."
She reached up and fisted the base of his cock, holding it steady about half an inch from her lips. She began to tongue the swollen, purple head of his prick, lapping up all his salty cream. He shivered with excitement and fed her even thicker loads of the stuff. It felt fantastically good to have her velvety tongue tickling all over the most sensitive part of his cock.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, Trudy, go for it," he groaned.
"But don't take all night," George grumbled quietly.
He was going out of his mind with need. It began to seem like Harold would never shoot his load. George gulped down the last of his drink and impatiently rose from his chair. He wandered over to the couch for a better view of the action, his enormous eight-incher wagging stiffly before him and dripping hot globs of juice. Out of the corner of her eye, Trudy saw him coming, and she drooled hotly all over his son's cock.
"George, come closer," she panted. "I think I can lick you both."
George broke into a broad grin. "Trudy, you have a very dirty mind . . . and I love it."
He came and stood by her head. Sure enough, he was able to get his achingly engorged prick within range of her greedy little tongue. Trudy was wildly excited. The idea of licking and tasting two cocks at once was really thrilling to her. She began to whip her tongue back and forth, lapping up the hot juice from the father's cock, then the son's. Soon, both George and Harold were panting with excitement and feeding her a steady supply of tasty prick juice. Father and son bent over the cock-hungry babysitter, while she gobbled up all the delicious juice she could get.
This was the scene Maxine encountered when she came to see what was going on.
For almost an hour, the pretty blonde housewife had sat in bed, waiting for George to come tell her what he'd done about the kids.
She'd waited and waited and, pretty soon, she couldn't help replaying what she'd seen. In fact, she'd never forget the sight of her son's handsome, man-size cock pistoning in and out of Trudy's cunt. She couldn't forget Trudy's gurgles and moans of pleasure, either. Soon, her pussy was wet and steaming.
As the minutes passed, she cared less and less about what George had done with the kids. All she wanted was for him to come to bed and fuck her. She was getting horny out of her mind as those visions of Harold and Trudy aroused her. In her imagination, her teenaged son's cock got bigger and bigger. She began to writhe with longing and, finally, she couldn't stand it any longer. She felt like she'd go crazy if she didn't get fucked.
But where in hell was George? He'd had plenty of time to deal with the kids. She hadn't heard the car start up, so she knew he hadn't taken Trudy home yet. What on earth was he doing all this time? Maxine's lust and curiosity got the better of her, and she got out of bed, slipped on a robe, and padded quietly out to the living room. There, she came to a sudden halt, her mouth dropping open, her eyes getting huge.
Maxine shook her head and blinked, thinking she must be imagining things. But she wasn't. She saw Trudy, the babysitter, lying naked on the couch, eagerly licking George and Harold's stiff cocks. Harold was astride the girl's chest, while George stood just by her head. She was greedily whipping her tongue from one cock to the other, gobbling up all the thick, hot cream that dribbled from the men's piss holes.
Maxine's legs felt rubbery, and she quickly stepped back into the shadows of the hall and leaned against the wall. She'd never seen or imagined anything so kinky in her life as what she'd just witnessed. It shocked the socks off her . . . and it excited the hell out of her. She couldn't resist another peek. Maxine inched forward, just to the edge of the shadows, and looked again. Trudy was still eagerly tonguing the two drooling cockheads.
"Mmmmmmm," the brunette moaned. "Uuummmmmm."
Maxine's pussy creamed heavily, and she felt the scalding juice gushing down her legs. Maybe she ought to feel jealous or angry, but what she really felt was turned on, more turned on than she'd ever been in her life. like George, she was getting restless after almost twenty years of fucking the same person, and she'd begun to beat off to the most outrageous fantasies. But she'd never imagined anything as outrageous as this.
She craved novelty and adventure, and here it was . . . only another female was playing the starring role. Maxine shivered with longing as she watched Trudy tonguing those two tasty cocks and gobbling up the hot cream. Both George and Harold were red-faced and glassy-eyed with lust, and they looked as if they'd shoot their loads at any second. Finally, Harold let out a hoarse groan.
"Please, Trudy, suck my cock," he begged.
"Hey, wait a second, son," George said. "She can't suck two cocks at once."
"I'm not asking her to," Harold said impatiently. "You can wait your turn, Dad. After all, it's still my turn, and you just horned in without asking."
George knew the kid was right, but he couldn't bear to go back to being an observer. He had to be in on the fun. There had to be some way that Trudy could give the kid his blow-job and still take care of George. He broke into a big grin as he came up with the answer.
"Go ahead, honey," he said to Trudy. "Suck him off. I'll just have some fun at the other end."
Trudy wasn't sure what he meant, but she obeyed. She could hardly wait to taste Harold's delicious, hot jizz. As his father moved away, she fisted the boy's violently throbbing cock and drew it very close to her lips, fanning it with her hot, steamy breath. Harold shivered with excitement. Now he had Trudy all to himself. Her pink tongue swirled all over the sensitive head of his prick, coating it with spit.
"Mmmmmmm, I love the taste of your cock, Harold," she sighed.
"Suck it," he begged. "Take it in your mouth and suck it until I come."
Trudy shivered as she imagined doing just that. She opened her lips as wide as she could, then eased his pulsating prick back over her tongue. The girl wished she could take his whole cock into her mouth, but it was too long. She got half of it, then sucked in her cheeks sharply, sheathing his prick in scalding velvety flesh. She began to suck hungrily, with long surges of vacuum pressure, and Harold groaned in ecstasy.
"Ahhhhh, shit, yeah!" he cried.
Maxine, watching from the shadow of the hallway, creamed again, and uncontrollable burst of juice that flooded down her legs. She wanted to be in Trudy's place, her mouth crammed with thobbing cockmeat, sucking up that delicious juice. She ached to taste her son's spurting jizz. The blonde was going wild with horniness as she watched, yet she couldn't take her eyes off the scene.
George seemed fascinated, too. He stood back a little and watched as Trudy noisily sucked his son's cock. As he watched, his massive prick lurched and drooled. Finally, he gave a snort of lust and crawled onto the couch. Grabbing Trudy's legs, he put them into a bent and spread position. He knelt between her splayed thighs and shoved his rock-hard cock into her cunt.
"Unnnnhhhhh," she gasped.
"Yeah, baby, take my prick," he growled.
Harold twisted his head to see what his dad was doing. He turned just in time to see George glide his cock clear to the balls in Trudy's juicy little fuckhole. George groaned with pleasure as he sheathed his his prickmeat in her slippery little fuck tube, and he began to fuck hard and fast. Trudy, her mouth crammed with cock, could only make muffled noises of excitement, but her hot creaming told George that she welcomed his prick.
"Mmmmmm, uuumnimmm," she moaned.
As she spied on this incredible scene, Maxine couldn't believe how insanely aroused she was getting. Her pussy was on fire with need, dripping hot floods of cream. Reaching up under her robe and nightie, she touched the stiff budd of her clit. Unable to resist, she began to knead the slick and throbbing nub, giving herself hot stabs of pleasure. But she never took her eyes off the scene in the living room, not wanting to miss a second of it.
"Take it, baby, take my cock in your hot little cunt," George was growling.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, suck my prick, suck hard," Harold moaned.
Maxine would have given anything to be in Trudy's place just then, enjoying two stiff cocks at the same time. She kneaded her hotly throbbing clit as she watched, and her fingers were soon drenched with her gushing cream. She fought the urge to race into the living room, throw off her clothes, and join the orgy. She was a respectable married woman. She couldn't do a thing like that. So why was the idea even coming to her?
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," Trudy moaned, her mouth full of pulsating cockmeat, her cunt crammed with another pistoning prick.
Trudy was delighted with how things had turned out. She'd never dreamed of taking on two guys at the same time, but she loved it. George was fucking her hard and fast, just the way she liked it best and, at the same time, she was sucking Harold's tasty prick. No wonder she was already on the verge of coming. A few more hard lunges from George's massive cockshaft, and she was over the edge.
"Unnnhhhhh, unnnggghhh!" she moaned.
She sucked furiously on Harold's prick, and he yelped and filled her mouth with delicious come. "Eat it, Trudy aaaggghhhh!"
"Awwwww, fuck, awwwwwww!" George bellowed, filling her clamping cunt with steaming floods of jizz.
As she watched them all coming in one giant climax, Maxine brought herself off. Her kneading fingers produced a body-wracking explosion of pleasure, and she slumped to the floor writhing and whimpering as she came. It felt great but, even as she was coming, she knew she wasn't having as much fun as Trudy. Again, she ached to join the party.
And why in hell shouldn't she? Everybody else was having fun!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Everybody froze as Maxine walked into the room. They knew that they were in big trouble, and there was no way to wriggle out of it. She'd caught them in the act, and they couldn't exactly claim that they'd been playing checkers. George still had his cock lodged deep in Trudy's cream-filled cunt, and Harold's prick was just slipping from her mouth.
"George, you bastard!" Maxine exclaimed.
"Honey, give me a chance," George begged. "I mean, I'm only human, and-"
"That's not what I'm talking about," Maxine interrupted. "I want to know why you didn't let me in on the fun."
And with that, she started to undress. Everybody stared. She let her robe drop, then wriggled out of her semi-sheer nightie. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Harold ogled his mother's voluptuous body and felt himself getting wildly turned on. He'd always thought his mom was beautiful, but he'd never seen her naked before. She had a gorgeous body, with full curves, silky skin and big ripe tits.
George watched, too, and thought how sexy his wife was, even in her late thirties. Her body was as good as the day they were married. He ogled her large, melon-shaped tits, then his gaze dropped to her lush blonde cunt-bush. Yes, Maxine had always turned him on, and the present moment was no exception. Suddenly, he wanted to fuck his pretty wife more than any other woman in the world.
Of course, Trudy was watching, but her reactions weren't the same as the men's. She felt worried and envious. Maxine's mature female curves made her feel like a dwarf. Her tits were tiny compared to the older woman's. Maybe George and Harold would lose interest in her now that Maxine had joined the party. She sure hoped not, because she was still plenty horny.
Naked, Maxine strolled over to her husband and slipped her arms around his neck. Wantonly, she rubbed her soft cunt-bush against his dangling semi-hard cock. "George, it was very naughty of you not to invite me to the party."
George cupped her firm round ass and said hoarsely: "Baby, I see I made a big mistake.
But we can make up for lost time, can't we?"
"Mmmmmm, that would be nice," Maxine purred.
They kissed, and George stabbed his tongue into her mouth. She rubbed her swollen pussy-mound against his cock, and he felt his balls swell with another steaming load of jizz. She wriggled her tongue against his, and his cock sprang into full stiffness, poking hard against her belly and leaving sticky spots of cream. He'd just come like a bomb with Trudy, but he was ready to go again. With a lusty growl, he drew his pretty blonde wife down on the rug.
Harold and Trudy were watching all this and feeling kind of left out. It seemed like the grownups were having all the fun. But there was no reason for them to just stand there. Grinning, Trudy walked over to Harold and kissed him, imitating everything Maxine had done to George. When she rubbed her pouting cunt-mound against his cock, his long slab of prickmeat went instantly engorged and rigid. The two horny teenagers sank down on the rug, pawing each other and moaning.
While he kissed Trudy and ran his hands over her silky body, Harold couldn't resist sneaking glances at his mom and dad. Especially his mom. Her luscious, mature body fascinated him, and he ached to cop a feel of her big, melon-sized tits. He knew he was lucky to have a sexy little chick like Trudy coming on to him, but that didn't keep him from secretly lusting for his beautiful mother.
Now Maxine was on her back, and George was kissing and tonguing his way down her body. He paused to suck her large, light-pink nipples, teasing them into rigidity, and he cupped and squeezed her hot tits, making her squeal with excitement. Then he continued on his way, down over her ribs and belly and into the hot golden fur of her pussy. Maxine gurgled with longing as she bent her knees and opened them. George sank down between them and brought his face within an inch of her scorching red cuntslit.
"Yessss, George, go down on me," she panted.
This was something the kids wanted to see. They both had a lot to learn about love-making, and here were two experts who could teach them. Hugging each other, Harold and Trudy sat and watched as George thrust out his big, wet tongue and began whipping it all over his wife's tangy pussy. Maxine shrieked with pleasure and fed him thick bursts of musky cream. George noisily gobbled up the pearly juice and ate it.
"Oooooooh, yes, darling, that feels fantastic," Maxine moaned.
George never got tired of eating her delicious cunt, and now he found himself drooling all over her swollen, rosy pussyflesh. He tongue-whipped her clit, rimmed the creaming mouth of her cunt, and tickled the little puckered opening of her shitter. He knew from experience that the more excited he got her, the more cream she'd feed him. He got so absorbed in his work that he forgot he had an audience.
But Harold and Trudy were right there, just a few feet away, watching wide-eyed as he noisily tongued Maxine's pussy. Harold was wishing he was in his Dad's place, running his tongue all over his mom's luscious-looking cunt. He drooled at the thought of it. But it didn't look like he was going to get the chance. Dad was hogging her all to himself, and he definitely wouldn't want to be interrupted. He was making obscene snuffling and growling noises as he lashed his hot tongue all over her creaming cunt slit.
Trudy was watching and wishing somebody would do all that exciting stuff to her. She could easily imagine how terrific it would feel to have a man's slick tongue tickling and probing in her pussy. She creamed heavily as she thought about it. Well, why not get Harold to do it to her? She was pretty sure he'd be willing. She wriggled out of his arms and flopped down on her back. Imitating Maxine, she bent her knees and spread her legs wide.
"Go down on me, Harold," she pleaded.
"Hey, great idea," he snorted.
He wanted to practice this new technique, too. Quickly, he crawled between her eagerly spread thighs, until his hot breath was fanning her wet, pink cunt slit. He began to copy everything he'd seen his dad do. Sticking out his tongue, the boy began whipping it all over the place, stimulating Trudy's clit, pussy and asshole. The response was instant. Trudy let out a piercing squeal of pleasure that made George and Maxine stop and stare. They'd been so absorbed in their own fun that they'd practically forgotten about the kids.
"What are you two doing?" George asked, chuckling.
"Just practicing, Dad," Harold said, raising his cream-smeared face from Trudy's steaming pussy. "We wanta do what you guys are doing."
"Yeah, is it okay if we watch and learn?" Trudy asked.
George looked at Maxine, and she grinned. "That seems like an excellent way for them to learn, darling."
"Okay, kids, have fun," George said.
He thrust his face back between his wife's legs and noisily tongued her pussy. Harold did the same to Trudy. Only, as he was doing it, he pretended it was his mother's hot cunt slit he was tonguing and tasting. He couldn't get his gorgeous blonde mother out of his mind. Thinking of her, he eagerly tongue whipped Trudy's swollen clit, giving her hot jolts of pleasure.
"Oooooh, yeah, Harold!" Trudy squealed. "Lick my clit, I just love that."
Maxine dizzily looked over and saw what the girl's pretty face was twisting into a horny grimace as Harold hungrily tongued her clit. Maxine shivered with longing. George was the best pussy-eater in the world, but she still had a wicked hankering for her son. She wanted to feel Harold's hot tongue between her legs, wanted to feed him her molten cream. She imagined it was Harold going down on her, and she spurted hot juice all over George's face.
"Baby, you are hot tonight," he panted.
He didn't know the half of it. As she imagined getting it on with her teenaged son, Maxine was squirming and shivering with lust. It was wicked of her, outrageous, but she just couldn't lose that image of Harold's long, stiff cock as it hammered in and out of Trudy's pussy. Only she wanted it to be her pussy he was fucking. She creamed uncontrollably as she thought about it, soaking George's face. When she creamed like that, it just got him more excited.
"Baby, you are gonna get yourself one big tongue-fuck," he growled.
"Ahhhhh, yessss, darling, do it to me," she moaned. "Stick that big tongue up my cunt."
Her hoarse request got the kids' attention, and they watched in total fascination as George made his big tongue stiff and crammed it hard up Maxine's juicy cunt. She took his hot, wet tongue with a scream of ecstasy, and she squirted pearly juice all over George's flushed face. He shoved his hands under her churning ass, gripped it tight, and began to piston his tongue in and out of her pussy.
"Ahhhhh, God, yessss," Maxine groaned.
"Oh, wow, Harold, will you please do that to me?" Trudy begged..
"Sure thing," Harold moaned.
He imitated everything his dad had done, making his tongue long and stiff, then cramming it hard up her cunt. He began to fuck her with it, and she wailed and gurgled with delight. She fed him spurt after spurt of her delicious, tangy cream, and he gobbled it up eagerly. He and his father filled the room with the obscene noises of their tongue-fucking. The sounds were punctuated by the women's shrill cries.
"Ahhhhhh, George, that's wonderful," Maxine moaned. "Don't stop, darling, do it to me forever."
"Unnhhhh, Harold, I love it!" Trudy squealed. "Keep doing it, make me come."
Father and son noisily tongued their women's hot, juicy pussies, having a contest to see who could get his partner off first. Harold's head bobbed faster and faster between Trudy's legs but, all the while, he was pretending that it was his mother's boiling little cunt he was tonguing. He knew now that he'd never rest until he got it on with her. But would his dad permit it?
As George's thick tongue reamed her pussy and gave her wild throbs of pleasure, Maxine pretended that her son was doing it to her. It aroused her insanely to imagine Harold's hungry tongue probing deep in her cunt and scooping out her hot cream to swallow. She wanted so desperately to make love with her son, but she doubted George would like the idea. Still, she couldn't help fantasizing about it, and those incestuous fantasies made her cream buckets. George snorted with excitement and gobbled down the hot liquid.
Trudy had no idea that Harold was fantasizing about his mom. All she knew was that his pistoning tongue was driving her crazy with pleasure. She arched her body to take the spearing meat as deeply as she could, and she creamed uncontrollably, soaking the boy's face with her molten juice. The pleasure built in her pussy until she couldn't stand it anymore. Then came that violent, hot explosion deep in her cunt that swiftly engulfed her whole body.
"Ahhhhh, Harold, you did it to me, I'm coming!" she howled.
Harold raised his head and shot his dad a triumphant look. He'd won the contest and gotten his lady off first. But George didn't see him. George was very busy. His head was bobbing up and down with lightning speed as he tongue-fucked his squealing wife. Maxine's eyes were closed in ecstasy, her big tits quivering, as she spun towards an urgently-needed orgasm.
"Unnnhhhh, George, I'm almost there," she gasped. "Ohhhhh, unnnhhhhhh, there, I'm coming!"
George's face was blasted with her squirting come-cream, and her body was writhing so much that he couldn't keep his tongue in her pussy. He rose to his knees and watched her come. He noticed that Harold was watching her, too, and there was something in the boy's expression that George had never seen before. Then it dawned on him what it was. The kid was aching to get it on with Maxine . . . with his own mother.
That kind of shocked George, but it was nothing compared to what happened next. As Maxine started coming down from her climax, she opened her eyes and looked at Harold . . . just the way he was looking at her. Mother and son had the same hot feelings for each other. George could tell they were just dying to make love to each other. And it seemed that Trudy was aware of it, too. She looked at them, then at George.
"Don't you think we oughta change partners?" she suggested.
Maybe he was crazy, but he replied hoarsely: "Yeah, Trudy, I think that'd be a good idea."
He knew that sooner or later Maxine and Harold were going to fuck. So why not here and now, where he could watch? He moved away from his panting wife, who was still shivering with the after-shocks of her violent orgasm. Harold crawled away from Trudy and toward his mother. His cock was stiff as a board and dripping hot cream. Maxine whimpered with longing as he approached her. George watched them and caught their lust. He felt insanely aroused.
Not taking his eyes off them, he inched over to Trudy and pulled her onto his lap. She came down with the swollen head of his prick lodged in the tiny, but slick mouth of her cunt. Her back was against his chest, her hot little ass in his lap, as she sank down into position. She gurgled with delight as his thick, engorged cock glided up her pussy and stuffed it full.
"Oooooooh, yeah, George," she panted. "Stick that big thing in me."
"We'll just sit like this and watch for awhile, okay?" George said hoarsely.
"Okay," Trudy agreed eagerly.
She was fully impaled on his fat cock, and she could feel it pulsing and twitching inside her as they faced the other couple. It was such a kinky scene, it was blowing her mind. George's prick meat filled her cunt, yet they didn't move, didn't start fucking, as they watched Harold approaching his panting mother. The fucking could come later. Right now, they wanted to watch the first contact between mother and son.
Harold bent down to kiss Maxine on her mouth, shoving his tongue between her lips. Maxine moaned. Cupping her heavy, ripe tits, he began squeezing and tonguing them. He molded big fistfuls of hot, silky tit, then lashed her cone shaped nipples with the stiff tip of his tongue. Her nipples quickly went erect and engorged, gleaming with his hot spit. Harold tongued both nipples into stiffness, then continued licking and kissing his way down his mother's sleek, hot body. As he approached her cunt-bush, she whimpered and opened her legs wide for him.
"Yes, baby, yes," she panted. "Lick your mother's pussy."
Harold gave a lusty snort and scrambled between her legs, shoving his face into the hot pulp of her cuntslit. He crammed his tongue hard into her boiling, cream-filled cunt and began to tongue-fuck her furiously. Maxine screamed. His pile driving tongue made an obscene sucking noise that echoed through the room. Trudy creamed all over George's cock as she watched, and George began to breathe heavily and harshly.
"Jesus," he said, "look at the little bastard go to work on her."
Harold was a chip off the old block, all right. He really loved to eat pussy, and went after it like the supply was going to be cut off. He snorted and growled and gurgled as he tongued deep into his mother's delicious, hot cunt. He reamed out her cream and gulped it down. Maxine was screaming in ecstasy. Her son's big, hot tongue probed almost to her womb. She felt herself spinning quickly and helplessly toward orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh, baby, you're eating me so good," she whined. "I'm gonna come."
Harold was practically coming, himself, as he noisily and hungrily gobbled his mom's tangy pussy cream and tongue-fucked her cunt. His engorged young cock, trapped between his belly and the rug, was lurching, drooling and aching for action. With his tongue, he felt deep inside his mother's cunt and discovered how velvety and clinging it was. He had to get his cock in there. But first, he'd bring her off. He tongued her pussy with lightning speed.
"Oooooooh, Harold, baby, oooooooh!" Maxine wailed, clawing the rug.
George gave a lusty snort and began jerking his swollen cock in the babysitter's tiny, hot cunt. Trudy gurgled and creamed as he began the short, quick fucking motions. He was just playing with her, easing the engorgement of his prick. It wasn't serious fucking yet. But it was fun, and she sighed with pleasure as she rode his jerking cock meat. Then her attention was absorbed by Maxine's hoarse screams of release as her son's jerking tongue brought her off.
"Ahhhhh, God, yes, I'm coming, ahhhhh!" she wailed.
Her body went into such violent spasms that Harold couldn't keep his tongue in her cunt. He rose to his knees and watched her come. His cock gave a horny lurch and drooled thick streams of hot juice as he ogled her big wobbling tits and cream-spurting cuntmouth. She'd hardly stopped coming before he threw himself onto her with a lusty growl and crammed his achingly engorged young cock into her steaming pussy. Maxine took the steel-hard prick meat with an ecstastic wail.
"Yes, baby, get into me," she moaned. "Stick that big, hard cock in your mother's cunt."
"Ahhhhh, Mom, your pussy's so fuckin' hot," Harold moaned.
Trudy felt the sudden steaming flood of George's come. He was shooting his load helplessly into her cunt as he watched his wife and son fuck. Trudy was pretty excited, too, and she tightened her pussy around his squirting prick and brought herself off, whimpering and shuddering. But she'd hardly finished coming before his cock was stiffening again. The guy had to be aroused out of his mind. Pitching her forward onto her hands and knees, and began fucking her dog-style.
"Ahhhh, yeah, George, give it to me now, fuck the living shit out of me," Trudy panted.
"You better believe I will, baby," George growled.
He was enjoying the hell out of her hot teenaged cunt, but all the while he was fucking her, his eyes were on his wife and son. Maxine and Harold seemed blended into one writhing, bucking body as they fucked at each other like animals, snarling and growling and panting.
The boy's trim ass knotted and jerked roughly as he hammered his stiff cock in his mother's fiery hot pussy-hole. Maxine hugged her son to her and arched her body up to take his prick as deeply as she could get it.
"Ooooooh, baby, you're fucking your mother so good," she moaned.
Harold was beyond words. This was better than any jack-off fantasy he'd ever devised. This was blowing his mind. He was fucking his beautiful mother, cramming his prick again and again into her juicy, gripping cunt, and she was clinging to him and loving it. His prick was soaked with her uncontrollably gushing cream, and his balls dripped with the hot liquid. She fucked back at him, meeting each deep thrust of his cock with a lusty upward jerk of her hips.
"Ahhhhh, Mom, ahhhhhhh," he moaned.
"Fuck it to me, baby, fuck hard!" she cried.
George was coming again, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He'd never been so crazily turned on in his life as now, watching his wife and son fuck. He bellowed and fucked into Trudy's hot little pussy with lightning speed, filling her cunt with load after load of sizzling come. She tightened her pussy muscles around his pile driving prick and came right along with him. It wasn't like Trudy to be left out of the fun.
"Oooooooh, shit, ooooooh!" she squealed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, take my come, baby, aaaggghhhhhhh!" George roared.
He was just coming down from his blinding orgasm when he heard Maxine scream: "Ohhhhhh, baby, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!"
"Awwwwww, Mom, take it, I'm coming!" Harold shouted.
Dizzily, George watched his teenaged son shooting his molten jizz into Maxine's spasming cunt. George didn't feel jealous, only hotly aroused. After all, it was all in the family. Now Maxine belonged to both him and Harold, and they could all have fun together. But it occurred to him that a large part of the fun was due to their babysitter. After all, Trudy was the one who'd gotten the whole party started.
"You know," George said when they'd all finished coming, "I think we owe Trudy our thanks."
"We certainly do," Maxine agreed. "Would you like me to phone your mother, Trudy, and ask if you can stay all night?"
"That'd be terrific, Mrs. Gregory!" Trudy exclaimed.
CHAPTER NINE
Trudy's mother was glad to let her daughter stay all night with nice Mrs. Gregory . . . so now the party could really get started. The Gregorys and Trudy moved into the master bedroom with its king-size bed, where there was plenty of room for all of them to play.
Harold still hadn't had enough of his mother's hot, tasty pussy, so the first thing he did when they crawled onto the bed was to scramble between Maxine's legs and noisily go down on her. She didn't object. She spread her thighs wide for the eager boy, then lay there gurgling with delight as his hot tongue lashed all over her sensitive cuntslit.
"Mmmmmm, baby, that's so nice," she sighed.
"Does he eat pussy better than I do?" Geroge teased.
Harold took him seriously, and before his mother could answer, he looked up and said: "I bet you could teach me a lot, Dad. Why don't you demonstrate with Trudy, and I can copy what you do?"
"That's not a bad idea, Son," George grinned. "I'm sure Trudy wouldn't mind, would you, honey?"
"I sure wouldn't," Trudy said, giggling.
The brunette flopped down on her back besides Maxine, and she bent her knees and opened her legs just as the older woman had done. George crawled between her splayed thighs, and she shivered with anticipation when she felt his hot breath fanning her naked pussy. He folded back the soft, dark fur of her cunt-bush and isolated the pea-sized lump of her clit.
"You see that, Son?" he said. "That's her clit, the most sensitive place of all. That's where girls really like to be touched and licked. Find that place on your mother."
"Right, Dad," Harold said eagerly. He folded back the golden fur of Maxine's cunt-bush and exposed her throbbing, red fuck button, identical to Trudy's hot little clit. "Now what do I do?"
"Just watch," George said with a grin.
He leaned down, stuck out his glistening tongue, and used the stiff tip to whip Trudy's ultra-sensitive clit. Trudy let out a shriek and almost flew off the bed. Then she sank back, gurgling in ecstasy as his wet tongue flicked up and down her throbbing clit. A thick stream of pearly juice began to ooze from her little cunt-mouth and trickle down the crack of her ass.
"Unnnhhhhh, yesssss," she moaned. "I just love that, George."
"That's how you start, Son," George said.
Harold was a very eager pupil, and he got right down to business, practicing what his dad had showed him. He shoved his face between his mother's widely spread thighs, stuck out his tongue, and began whipping the hot, slick bud of her clit. Maxine groaned in bliss and fed him a rush of tangy cream. Just like Trudy, she adored having her pussy eaten, and her clit was the most sensitive part.
"Oooooh, baby, that's good," she gurgled. "Keep doing it to me, don't stop."
"Good going, Harold," George said proudly. "Let's do this for a couple minutes, then I'll teach you the next step."
The room was filled with the lewd, wet sounds of their tonguing. George whipped his hot tongue greedily over Trudy's pulsating clit, and Harold imitated the action on Maxine's clit. The women clawed the bed and whimpered with pleasure, the hot sensations sizzling through their pussies and making them cream heavily and helplessly.
"Ohhhhh, shit, that's so good," Trudy whined.
"Lick me, baby, lick me forever," Maxine moaned.
When George decided the women were sufficiently aroused, he raised his cream-smeared face from Trudy's cuntslit and prepared to teach his son another technique in pussy-eating. But first, he paused to watch the boy in action. Harold's head was bobbing furiously up and down between his mother's legs, and he was making a hungry slurping and snuffling noise as he tongue lashed her clit. Maxine had her eyes tightly closed, and her face was twisted in a horny grimace. No question about it, Harold learned fast.
"Okay, Son, here's the next step," George said. "Just watch what I do."
Harold raised his head to watch as George opened his lips and brought them down around the stiff bud of Trudy's clit. He sucked the little shaft into his mouth, and Trudy squealed with excitement. He began to suck her off, and she dug her nails into the bedspread and arched her body up, forcing her clit as far as she could into the steam-heat of his mouth.
"Oooooooh, shit, yes!" she gasped. "Suck me, George, make me come."
"Go to it, Son," George said. "Right, Dad!" Harold exclaimed.
He dived for his mom's juicy, red clit, bringing his lips tightly around it, sucking like crazy.
"Unnnnhhhhh, baby, yes, suck!" Maxine gasped.
This was the way George always got her off when he ate her pussy, and she could tell that their son was going to be an expert at it, too. He sucked nearly her whole throbbing clit into his mouth and drew it out like elastic, giving her hot stabs of sensation. He sucked hard and hungrily, spinning her helplessly toward climax. She lay back gurgling in ecstasy and flooding his face with spurt after spurt of sizzling cream. She just couldn't control that hot flooding, and she couldn't stop whimpering and moaning.
Right beside her, Trudy was whimpering, too. "Ooooooh, George, suck me, suck me off, honey, I'm almost there."
Maxine realized that not for one second this evening had she felt jealous of Trudy. It didn't matter that she'd watched her husband fuck and suck this cute teenaged girl. That didn't bother Maxine at all. What mattered to her was having fun, and they sure as hell were doing that. Besides, she had the added thrill of getting it on with her own handsome teenaged son. It was only fair that George have some novelty, too.
And George sure was enjoying himself right now. He was snorting and snuffling around in Trudy's flaming-hot gash, gobbling up her spurting cream, sucking loudly on her swollen clit. To judge from Trudy's lust-contorted face, she was right on the brink of coming. Her white teeth flashed as she moaned and panted, and she was holding her body up rigidly, keeping her clit stuffed inside George's hotly sucking mouth.
"Unnnhhhhh, George, you big bastard, suck," she whined, "I've just gotta come."
Maxine knew the feeling. She was aching to come, yet she was holding off, wanting to prolong the exquisite sensations she was getting from her son's sucking lips. Soon, she closed her eyes and blotted out everything else. The blonde felt hot pleasure building in her pussy until she just couldn't take it anymore. There was a violent explosion in her clit that quickly rippled and sizzled through the rest of her body.
"Ohhhhh, Harold, baby, you did it, I'm coming!" she howled.
At practically the same moment Trudy screeched: "Ooooooooh, shit, I'm coming!"
Both men had their faces drenched with spurting come-cream, and both rose up to watch their women climax. George couldn't keep Trudy's clit in his mouth while she bucked and thrashed around like that, and Harold had no better luck with Maxine. Father and son exchanged proud glances as their partners howled and climaxed. George's cock was stiff as a board by now, and he noticed that Harold's eager young prick was rock-hard also.
"What else can you teach me, Dad?" the boy asked.
"Well, you already know how to fuck a girl with your tongue," George said. "That always goes over real well. Let me think a second. I want to teach you something that'll be sure to get results." He pondered for a moment, then broke into a broad grin. "Watch this . . . Trudy, honey, roll over."
Trudy, still quivering with the after-shocks of her climax, obediently rolled onto her hands and knees, thrusting her luscious little ass into the air. Maxine suddenly knew what George was going to do to the girl, and she creamed like mad just thinking about it. When he did it to her, she always went ape. But it would be a brand-new sensation for Trudy, and Maxine was eager to see how she'd react. Harold watched intently, too, not sure what his father had in mind.
"Here goes, Son. Pay close attention," George said.
Trudy was just kneeling there, still thinking about the fantastic come she'd just had, when she suddenly felt something hot, wet and slippery gliding up her asshole. It was the most exquisite sensation she'd ever experienced in her young life.
"Ohhhhhh, my gosh, yessssss," she hissed.
Harold's eyes got huge as he watched his dad gliding his whole big, wet tongue up Trudy's tiny shitter. Trudy gurgled and moaned and squealed as she took his long, slippery slab of tongue meat, and hot cream poured from her cunt and dripped down her thighs. Her eyes rolled crazily, then closed in utter bliss. George pushed his tongue right to the root in her steaming asshole.
"Oooooooh, shit, I love it, I love it!" Trudy sobbed.
Maxine rolled onto her hands and knees. "Do it to me, Son. Do what your father's doing to Trudy."
"I sure will, Mom," Harold cried.
He eyed her luscious, round ass and the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. Grasping her hips, he bent down, made his tongue long and stiff, and crammed it into her hot little asshole. Maxine screamed as he went into her, and molten juice overflowed her cunt and dripped onto the bed. She whimpered and squealed as her son shoved his whole tongue up her ass.
"Unnnhhhhhh, baby, that's it, give me all of it!" she wailed.
George had his tongue up Trudy's ass, so he couldn't talk, but Harold saw the approval in his father's eyes. Then both men got to work, making stiff fucking motions with their tongues, reaming those hot and pungent shit-ters. Trudy and Maxine dug their nails into the bedspread and shrieked with excitement. Trudy had never felt anything so kinky and wickedly exciting as having a man's jerking tongue up her ass.
"Oooooh, George, do it to me!" she wailed. "Do it hard, don't stop."
It seemed crazy, but she realized she could come this way. Her tiny asshole was just as sensitive and horny as her cunt. George pis-toned his thick tongue in and out of her gripping shitter, and the hot pleasure in her pussy until she was screaming with it. Her shrill cries weren't as loud as Maxine's, though. Maxine was going out of her mind with excitement as she took her son's spearing tongue up her greedy little asshole.
"Unnnhhhh, baby, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" Maxine screeched. "Unnnhhhh, shit, am I coming!"
Trudy was right on the verge of coming, herself, and as she watched Maxine, she went over the edge. "Ooooooooh, George, here I go! Ooooooh, shit, whaahhhhhhh!"
Her spasming asshole squeezed his tongue almost flat, and George knew his most kinky trick had done the job again. Trudy and Maxine were screeching and howling as they felt their asses tongue-fucked. The woman came for a long time, and George and Harold drew back to admire their work. There wasn't much more he could teach the boy, George decided. Harold had a natural talent for lovemaking, and his own urges and instincts would guide him.
George watched his beautiful blonde wife swaying and coming, her big ripe tits swinging heavily back and forth. Suddenly, a very wicked idea came to him, the perfect way to cap the evening for the Gregory family. He leaned over and whispered to Harold, and the boy grinned and nodded in agreement. They waited for the women to stop coming, and the men's cocks lurched with eagerness and drooled thick streams of juice.
The moment Maxine went still, she felt somebody crawling underneath her. Her eyes popped open, and there was George, grinning broadly as he eased his big, hairy body under her crouching figure. She didn't have time to ask what he was doing before she felt him socking the rock-hard head of his cock into her dripping cuntmouth. Next came the most exquisite sensation she knew of, the first rough, deep thrust of his prick into her cream-slickened pussy.
"Unnnhhhhh, honey, yesssss!" she cried.
"Lie down on me," George said. "Let me do the work."
Maxine couldn't refuse an invitation like that. With a greedy gurgle, she slumped down on his powerful body and felt his cock stuff her pussy. He began to jerk his stiff prick up and down, reaming and stuffing her juicy cunt, and Maxine sighed in ecstasy. There really was no substitute for her husband's wrist-thick cock. Making it with her son had been wild fun but, for a steady diet, she needed good old George and his tireless horse-cock.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, you big fucker, do it to me," she moaned.
When George had a good, steady rhythm going, he looked up and said: "Okay, son, climb aboard."
Harold grinned and crawled up behind his mom, straddling her legs. He eyed the tiny, puckered mouth of her shitter and shivered with excitement. He dabbled the swollen head of his prick in some of her overflowing juice, making his fleshy cock knob slippery. Then he pressed it against the wrinkled opening of her asshole and pushed. Maxine gasped as she felt her shitter being slowly, but steadily filled with her son's steel-hard cock.
"Ohhhhh, my God!" she cried. "This is crazy, you two."
"But you're gonna love it," George growled.
He was right. Maxine had never felt anything so exciting as taking two cocks at once, and her excitement boiled over as Harold worked his prick all the way into her tight, slippery shitter, then began to piston it in perfect time with his father's big, hammering cock. With her husband's thick, throbbing cock in her cunt and her son's jerking prick in her ass, Maxine was in ecstasy.
"Ahhhhh, yes, do it to me, do it to me forever!" she wailed.
The only person left out of the fun was Trudy, and she was feeling pretty unhappy about it until she noticed George beckoning her. "Come sit on my face, sweetheart," he snorted, "and I'll do something nice for you."
Trudy was over there in a split second, facing Maxine and squatting over George's grinning face. When she felt his thick tongue plunging stiffly up her cunt, she yelped and creamed like crazy. Now she was part of the fun, all right. She moaned in ecstasy as George tongue-fucked her, and Maxine sobbed with pleasure as she took the double fucking of father and son. And it was Maxine who was the first to come, driven over the edge by those reaming cocks in her cunt and asshole.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, God, I'm coming!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhh, Jesus, whhaaahhhhh!"
Harold bellowed and shot a sizzling flood of come up his mother's sucking asshole. George was right behind him, groaning as he pumped hot blasts of jizz into her cunt. In his excitement, he crammed Judy's cunt again and again with his thick tongue. The little babysitter squealed and climaxed, drenching his face with molten juice. Everybody was coming together, connected by cocks and tongue.
Trudy knew she'd be babysitting for the Gregory family often, and she could hardly wait for the next time!
