I wondered if she realized the effect she was having on me. Of course, she had no way of knowing that my prick was trying to poke its sizable head through my trousers to get a closer look at the mouth-watering display of tanned thighs, tantalizing halter-clad tits, bare belly, and a pair of hips that were almost boyish until you saw that plump little mound where the red shorts tried to bury themselves in the vertical crease.
She was somewhere hi her mid-teens, that delightful age of mingled innocence and amoral curiosity which I found so irresistible. She was also the daughter of my nearest neighbor, Dexter Savage, who owned the farm adjoining my five-acre tract.
Her brown hair spilled down over bare shoulders, one wisp falling across her elfin face to tease her pert nose. Full lips like ripe cherries smiled invitingly, and my cock bobbed its head in enthusiastic approval.
"How old is your niece?" she asked, bending to pet the black dog she had come to retrieve. The movement tightened the shorts about her luscious buttocks, and her breasts jiggled enticingly under the thin restraint, shoving their creamy mounds over the top until one delicate aureole peeped at my staring face. I cleared my throat nervously.
"She's about your age," I answered. Then I hastily added, "My sister's several years older than I am. But she'd never admit it."
Teresa Savage straightened. That is, she stood up. Built as she was, she could never straighten. There were just too many curves battling for exposure. She gave a thoughtful frown.
"Why is it, Mr. Crossman, that women want to be younger than they are? I wish I were older."
"I don't," I said truthfully. "I'd say you're the perfect age. And don't call me Mr. Crossman. You make me feel ancient."
The wet lips curved. 'Td rather be your age, Brad."
"You'll get there," I grinned back. "All it takes is time."
The lower lip pushed out in a little pout. "Yeah, but I don't want to wait. I hate being treated like a dumb kid!"
I shifted my feet under the small table, and made rings with the empty glass. The kind of treatment I had in mind for her was far from kid stuff. But I had to be extraordinarily cautious.
"I hope you'll spend some time with Sherry when she gets here," I told her. "I haven't seen her for a couple of years, but I remember she was complaining about the same thing."
"It'll be fun to talk to somebody besides these hicks," she agreed. The Up pushed out again. "I have choir practice tonight. But I could come over tomorrow morning."
"I'll tell Sherry," I said. "Why don't you have breakfast with us?"
She gave me an impish smile. "Ummm! That sounds cozy." She leaned across the table, and the halter skidded down as the breasts swung outward. I stared into the exciting cleft as she exclaimed, "Want to kiss me goodbye?"
Did I? Kissing was the least of the things I wanted to do to her. My cock felt like a bar of hot steel along my thighs, and my balls seemed twice as large as normal.
She had her eyes closed, and those constantly moist lips were puckered in invitation. I leaned forward and let the fireworks go off in my brain as my mouth touched hers, gently at first, then greedily.
There was the briefest of hesitation when our lips met. She sucked in a little breath through her nose and increased the pressure, opening her mouth wider and easing that delicious tongue out and into mine.
Then, clumsily, but quite effectively, I gained my feet, and we managed to move to the end of the table, our mouths still glued together. Her arms went about my neck, and I pulled her half-naked body against the throbbing erection I had been nursing since she first arrived.
Her hips jerked as she felt the hardness jab her belly, and I was afraid she was going to pull away. Instead, she gave a little groan, and pressed her hips against me with a hungry grinding that drew my hands down to cup the firm cheeks of her writhing ass.
Her tongue was a hungry snake, darting and twisting inside my mouth as her lips moved almost angrily against mine. Her tits, even firmer than I had anticipated, dug strutted tips into my chest, and she moved them back and forth with a little twist of her slender waist.
My own hips were responding, rolling my prick against the yielding heat, while my fingers kneaded the resilient flesh of her buttocks. Desire, raw and unquestioning, thundered through my body, and I suddenly realized that I was only seconds away from spurting my load in a dry hump.
I shifted my fingers to her naked waist and forced her back, our lips parting with an obscene sucking sound. She held onto my neck as her eyes opened and she blinked at me with a glazed stare.
"Why didn't you do that a long time ago?" she asked in a choked whisper. "And why did you stop?"
I licked my lips, tasting her sweetness. "No questions," I said hoarsely. "You said goodbye kiss." I patted her bottom and gave her a little push. "Now, scoot! I'll see you tomorrow."
She made a face, and stuck her tongue out, tempering the gesture with a smile. Then, snapping her fingers at the small dog, she walked away, the red shorts wiggling with a deliberate motion.
Groaning, I picked up the glass and hurried inside the house and into the shower, letting the cold water diminish my rune-inch erection to a bothersome semi-hard. Then, donning fresh slacks and a clean shirt, I entered the room I had set aside as my working studio.
I started out, ten years ago, as a photographer. But two years of coaxing obnoxious babies to smile, and posing wrinkled old hags to make them look like young chicks convinced me that the camera could be used for other purposes.
I did some of what used to be called "cheese cake," and lucked into an order for something a little bolder. Before long, I was snapping stills of both males and females in every position I could imagine.
It was then that I got the idea for an underground comic strip. It wouldn't pay as much as some of the more conventional cartoons. But I had the connections to distribute it widely enough to provide a steady income.
I was no artist, but I could handle a pen reasonably well. All I had to do was pose my characters and snap them. Then, I used the photograph as a guide for my drawings.
It was easy. And my pen could enlarge tits and cocks, and produce erections at will. The strip was a success, and I used some of the income to purchase the small farm where I could work without intrusion.
My neighbors, outwardly conservative, accepted me as a run-of-the-mill photographer, and I added to the illusion by taking a few local shots and showing them around. If they ever saw my real work, I'd become a prime candidate for tar and feathers.
Althea, my older sister, had written me a week earlier, asking me if I would keep Sherry for a couple of weeks. The letter was not too clear. But I concluded that she and Arthur had an opportunity to take a cruise with one of Arthur's friends, and they didn't want to be bothered with a teen-aged girl tagging along.
I agreed with mixed emotions. Having a kid underfoot would present some problems. But if Sherry had developed as she had indicated on my last visit, she would be more of a challenge than a problem.
At thirty-one, I found myself increasingly drawn to those nubile creatures society decreed were too young for the purposes I had in mind. It was a dangerous inclination, and one in which I indulged only when I was reasonably certain of complete secrecy. But it was also a need over which I seemed to have little control. Just as I had done with Teresa, I found myself incapable of resisting the invitation of any lovely nymphet with a matching desire for sensual pleasure.
Bullshit! I admonished myself as I climbed into the station wagon and backed down the long drive. What I really meant was that I had become a dirty old man who got his kicks by balling young girls. The younger they were, the more I wanted them.
Oh, I drew a line. I hadn't degenerated completely. But my prick was without conscience when it sensed the potential of a juicy young pussy.
I waved at Mary Lou Savage, Teresa's mother, who was just turning from the roadside mailbox, and she fluttered her fingers in reply. What would she say, I wondered, if she knew that I had just come within seconds of giving her darling daughter the screwing of her young life?
It was ten miles from the farm to the small diner that served as a bus stop for the town. I covered it in twelve minutes, and parked the wagon behind a battered pickup loaded with several bales of hay and sacks of feed. Atop the hay, a girl in faded blue jeans and a too-tight shirt gave me a toothy grin and pretended to pick a piece of straw from her shapely thigh, providing an excuse for the wide spread of her legs and the arousing view of her plump little pussy mound trying to burn its way out of the clinging denim.
"Hot, ain't it?" she called as I passed the rear of the truck, staring openly at her obvious offering. I gave her an exaggerated wink.
"I'll bet it is!"
She was still giggling when I pushed through the squeaking door of the diner into the air-conditioned smell of fried chicken and apple pie. I lowered my rump onto the last stool and elbowed the counter. A plump girl with bovine eyes and tits to match shoved a hand-scrawled menu before me. I shoved it back.
"Give me a Coke," I told her, and turned as a hand fell lightly on my shoulder. Turning, I faced the Reverend Carl Duff, pastor of the little church that served the farms south of town, including mine.
"Well, Bradley," he boomed in that pulpit voice. "What brings you to the big city?"
Duff was convinced that it was only a matter of time before he made a convert of me, and I wanted to do nothing to disillusion him. For I was equally persuaded that, sooner or later, I was going to convert his two giggling daughters from girlhood to womanhood. In addition, I planned to lighten his marital load by balling his voluptuous wife, Fay. The latter would be easy. Fay Duff had already let me know that she was available to aid a lonely bachelor with his spiritual problems, particularly if the problem was long, hard and hot.
The daughters, Karen and Belinda, were ripe, and I was surprised that none of the local youth had plucked the tempting fruit. But I decided they were a little awed by the father's position, and I counted it as my own good fortune.
I explained my mission to the preacher and pretended to listen to his repeated platitudes, praying for the bus to deliver me. Then, I suddenly realized that Duff was repeating his daughters' names. I gave him my full attention.
"... will have to drop over and visit your niece," he said heartily. "They won't be any trouble, I'm sure."
"Of course," I agreed, almost drooling in my eagerness. "I'll treat them just as I treat Sherry." Translated, that meant I would have them both on their backs at the earliest possible moment.
He was still spouting banalities when the big Trail-ways bus hissed to a stop, and he out fumbled me for the two checks before following me outside.
"My! What a lovely child!" was his admiring exclamation as Sherry climbed down and bounced over to give me a soft peck on the cheek. Bounced is the word, for her tits were testing the fabric of her blouse in a shivering dance, and her rounded little ass shook with each step as she approached. I had to force my hands away from those inviting cheeks, settling for a light grip on her shoulders.
"Hello, Sherry," I said, watching the warm wet lips purse as if expecting a return kiss. My cock was stirring, and it was one of the few times I didn't want a "This is the Reverend Duff. His daughters be over to see you while you're here."
I blinked at what happened just then. One moment, she was a hot-blooded temptress, and, the next, she was an innocent child, smiling shyly at Duff and extending a graceful hand in greeting.
"How do you do, Reverend," she murmured. "It was so thoughtful of you to greet me." She gave me a questioning glance. "I hope Uncle Bradley will take me to hear you preach Sunday. I'll be looking forward to it."
Later, stowing her bags in the wagon, and climbing in beside her, I said, "Since when did you start going to church? And what's with this Uncle Bradley business?"
"Wasn't that what you wanted me to do?" she asked. Her skirt had climbed high on the rounded thighs, and instead of tagging it down, she tucked her feet beneath that delightful bottom and exposed another two inches of forbidden territory. "I was just trying to make a good impression."
"You succeeded," I assured her. "Duff thinks you're one of the seven best angels after that little performance." I was having trouble watching the road and gaping at her legs. I was also developing a stiffness in my joint.
"What do you think, Brad?" she demanded in a sultry tone. I yanked my eyes up to see that she had been watching me watching her. The brown pools glittered with amusement.
"I think you're not a little pig-tailed brat anymore," I said, trying to keep it light. "You've put on a few curves since the last time I saw you."
She shoved the pointed tits forward, looking down at them. "I guess I was pretty dumb," she admitted. With no change in tone, she added, "And flat-chested."
I grinned as I said, "You're not dumb now!"
She looked up quickly, caught my meaning, and laughed. "I think you're right. A 38-C can't possibly be dumb. Just cute."
The ice was broken, and we chatted easily for the rest of the ride. She answered my questions readily enough, yet, when we arrived at the farm, I realized that she had told me practically nothing about herself. She was quite accurate. A 38-C was pretty damned smart.
A storm was building in the southwest, and the wind was beginning to bend the top branches of the tall trees in the big yard. After I had carried Sherry's bags into her room, she joined me on the front porch to stare across the flatland toward the gathering clouds. A streak of lightning zigzagged across the dark cotton, and I counted aloud, reaching twenty before the distant rumble shattered the air. Sherry's shoulders trembled.
"I hate storms," she said In a soft voice. "They make me feel so helpless. Do you think it will be a bad one?"
Standing just behind her, I wanted nothing more at that moment than to move forward, fitting my cock into the cleft of her deliciously curved little ass. Instead, I cleared my throat.
"It'll probably get a little noisy. But there's nothing to worry about. This house was well-built, and it's been here a long time."
She turned about, seeming to drift toward me until the points of her unfettered breasts touched my chest like two live coals. She didn't press, but stood almost motionless, our bodies connected by those strutted nipples. Her eyes examined my face as if for the first time, and I felt the warmth of their caress.
"I'm glad I'm with you, Brad," she murmured, her breath fanning my lips. "And I'm glad I'm not a little girl anymore."
My voice was shaky as I said, "So am I, kitten." I nodded toward the doorway. "Let's see what we can find for dinner."
We fixed sandwiches, eating them at the kitchen table while the thunder rattled closer and the wind whistled about the house in little shock waves of suppressed fury. Sherry carried the dishes to the sink and turned to stretch her arms high and wide, tugging her breasts upward. Her skirt tightened across her flat belly and outlined the perfect thighs. My prick began swelling in response, pushing hopefully against my slacks. I turned away to hide the increasing bulge.
"I'm going to take a shower, Brad," she said, "and turn in. That bus ride was murder."
"If you have trouble finding anything," I told her, "just sing out. I'm a light sleeper."
She smiled impishly. "You mean you're not going to lock your door?"
"Call me an optimist," I grinned back. "I always leave the door unlocked and sleep in the nude."
The storm broke about midnight, shaking the earth with its giant fist, and loosing a torrential downpour as the constant lightning bolts ripped open the heavy clouds.
I didn't hear her knock. But the opening of the door swung my eyes around to stare at her lovely body, its complete nakedness revealed in the brilliant and continuous flashes from the tall windows.
I knew she could see me, too. The top sheet was a rumpled pile at the foot of the bed, and I lay on my back, my cock reaching upward in an erection that had never really subsided, since Teresa's teasing play at the patio table.
She moved closer, a picture of youth and innocence so beautiful that I could not speak. For a few pulse-pounding moments, I was tempted to believe that all of my most erotic dreams had been rolled into one. That nubile body, its curves undulating in the flashing light, was the most desirable I had ever seen.
"I don't want to be alone, Brad," she said, her tone almost apologetic. She had begun the sentence with her eyes on my face, but her stare drifted down over my own nakedness as she spoke, ending on the phallic shaft that rose from the base of my belly in passionate engorgement. "May I stay with you until the storm is over?"
The fury outside was a gentle breeze when compared with the volcanic eruption building in my hairy balls. My prick felt as if it might burst at any moment in its monstrous swelling, and the mere sound of her soft voice brought a hot surge of jism pulsing up through its slightly curved shaft to hang, thick and quivering, before creeping slowly down the ventral ridge.
I stretched my right arm across the bed. "Sure, kitten," I answered, surprised at the calmness of my voice. "Come on."
She lay down on her left side, facing me, her shoulder resting on my outstretched arm, and those luscious breasts searing my chest and side with their distended nipples. She wiggled her bottom, and I suppressed a groan when the soft silk of her pubic triangle brushed my hip. Her right arm slid gently across my chest, her ringers worming their way through the thick hair to clasp the swell of my left pectoral, not squeezing, but pressing just enough to bring my own miniature nipple into an aching tautness.
Her breath, sweet and warm, fanned my neck and chin, and her hair, faintly scented, tickled my shoulder. A shudder of desire raced through my body, and Sherry moved closer, the pressure of the soft cunt mound becoming a hot wetness that ground eagerly against the hardness of my hip and thigh.
"Kiss me, Brad!" she whispered, pushing her head and shoulders upward with the hand that clutched my chest. Then, as I started to turn toward her, "Don't move! Please!"
Her face hovered over mine, her eyes shadowed as they held mine with their inscrutable stare. She ran her tongue about the bee-stung lips, then lowered them onto my mouth. Her tits rolled their young firmness against my chest, and the cleft of her pussy widened as she jammed it harder against my thigh. I felt the wetness increase, and my prick strained with eagerness.
The kiss was unlike any I had ever experienced, an exciting combination of young innocence and ageless instinct Even as her tongue explored my teeth and gums with its dainty tip, and my mouth drank her delicious saliva, I found it impossible to determine whether the desirable creature was experienced or virginal.
My tongue met hers, dipping past it to drive into that tasty mouth, and my lips siphoned the sweetness with determined suction. Her jaw moved, and I felt the incredible pleasure of her answering oral tugging.
It was no longer a mere kiss. It was a fusion of minds and bodies concentrated in the meshing lips and swirling tongues. Sherry's nostrils flared in a nasal moan, and she rolled her head to increase the area of contact. Our mingled saliva escaped to bathe my chin and throat, but the wetness only added to our mounting excitement.
Her hand was moving, sliding down over my chest to caress the tender flesh of my side, just above the hip, ringers pressing as if in anticipatory examination, climbing the little swell of my hip and retreating to crawl across my muscle-ridged belly. Inches away, rearing hi throbbing readiness, my prick ached for attention.
Featherlike, her fingertips traced the deep indentation of my navel, burrowing down the slopes with just enough pressure to cause my own fingers to clutch her shoulders more tightly. Her tongue, curved to tease the roof of my mouth, danced faster in understanding.
Lower, keeping her wrist close to my belly, she followed the border of my wiry curls back across to the little valley where hip and thigh meet. My hips jerked as the fingers dipped and crawled forward again, feeling like hot tongues as they caressed the leathery globes of my big balls.
Rain pounded against the window, and lust pounded through every vein in my trembling body. She palmed my nuts, fingers stretching to encompass their swollen bulk, pressing and rolling. Her mouth deserted mine to lick about my panting lips in animal-like hunger.
"Sherry!" I groaned. "Oh, god! Sherry!"
"Shhhhh!" she cautioned, waiting for a roll of thunder to fade before adding, "You'll spoil it!"
Before I could challenge her warning, her mouth was back on mine in an even wilder kiss, wet and noisy. Her hand shifted to the base of my prick, and the fingers curled, warm and knowing.
She couldn't make her thumb and fingers meet. But she could surround enough of the thick shaft to begin a slow pumping that sent shudders of pleasure through my belly. Another spurt of pre-come oozed from the tip, and she slid her grip upward to where her thumb could massage the slippery head.
I wanted to scream when she released me to shape two fingers and thumb over the knob, and frig it with a rapid stroking. Her digits were slick with my juice, and the sensation was so delightful that I almost shot my wad then and there.
She seemed to sense exactly how long I could stand the exquisite pleasure, and she stopped just before my threatening explosion. She squeezed the head, then smeared the slippery jism down the shaft, gripping it more firmly as she resumed the delightful up and down motion that carried her warm wet palm from the mid-point of my cock to the rearing tip.
Her cunt, sopping wet and so hot that it seemed to burn my hip, worked furiously against me, one quivering thigh sliding up and over my right leg to increase the mushy contact.
Her curled fingers pounded, faster and faster, squeezing and loosening about my prick until my ass was bouncing in helpless response. She moved her lips against mine, groaning the words into my mouth.
"Come for me, Brad! Come hard and hot!"
The soft cry triggered the release I had been looking for since that morning. Her mouth closed over mine, and her tongue wiggled between my teeth as if she were trying to reach my tonsils, and the caress ignited a fuse somewhere in my overloaded balls.
Ecstasy knotted my gut, and my ass slammed upward, bucking and hunching as the thick sperm lanced through my cock to spurt high and free, raining back onto my heaving belly in repeated splats.
Sherry's hand gripped and stroked in perfect harmony with the powerful contractions, milking my prick as the come surged upward, and sliding back between the explosive spurts.
The last two volleys were too weak to escape, and they seeped down to lubricate her eager grip. Waiting until my hips fell back onto the bed, Sherry spread the slippery cream down over my still shivering balls.
Cupping me with that warm wet hand, she pulled her lips free to kiss my eyelids, nip my nose, and brush her tongue across my panting mouth.
Quickly, before I could protest the move, she was out of bed, standing naked and lovely in the semi-darkness. I reached for her, but she ignored the gesture.
"Goodnight, Brad," she whispered. Like a shadow, and just as quietly, she slipped out of the room, leaving me to dip my tingling fingertips into the cooling puddles of semen on my belly.
The storm had passed, and a full moon was peeking through the ragged edges of the departing cloud mass. I threw a crooked grin at the closed door, and shut my eyes. A bath could wait. The wool wetness felt good. Perhaps it would make me dream.
Chapter Two
I didn't dream. Or, if I did, the memory was gone when the radio wakened me with a raucous invitation to shop at McDiddle's. That's what it sounded like, for the sound was slightly muffled by the closed door.
Sunlight danced through the window and across my belly where my semen had dried into flaky splotches, some of them matting the thick hair about the base of my cock. I scratched and stretched, remembering the sweetness of Sherry's lips, and the touch of those skillful fingers on my prick. I frowned.
What had she gotten out of it? I hadn't considered that question while she was beating my meat in such an expert manner. Now, as I listened to her moving about in the kitchen, my frown deepened. She had rubbed her juicy slit against my hip. The evidence of that enjoyable caress was still there, dried to a patch of crusty jism, and I touched it with near reverence. But I was almost certain she hadn't come, even in that threshing finale when my cock spilled its steaming sperm through her flashing fingers.
Maybe she was one of those kids who are afraid to go all the way and insure their continued virginity by relieving their partners in that way. I couldn't accept that. The way her mouth had worked on mine, sucking and tonguing, proved a passion that would never permit such limitations.
I suddenly remembered that Teresa was coming over for breakfast, and I hurried into the shower, finding myself whistling as I toweled the water from my sun-bronzed body. Dressing in slacks and shirt, I ran a comb through my dark hair, and headed for the kitchen.
Sherry was bent over, looking into the oven, a pair of skin-tight shorts riding up past the lower curve of her buttocks and plunging into the crease between the lovely cheeks. Her long legs were perfection, with slender ankles, delightfully turned calves, and firmly rounded thighs. Her breasts, barely contained by a matching blue halter, swayed almost imperceptibly as she straightened, turning to give me a warm smile.
"Good morning, Brad," she greeted. "I was just about to call you when I heard the shower."
I wanted to take her in my arms. In fact, I would have been delighted to take her back to bed. Or onto the table. Or the floor. After the all too brief sample during the storm, I was willing to do just about anything to get my cock into that inviting slit that pushed its hot lips against the clinging shorts.
But something in her eyes made me hesitate. I settled for a slow admiring visual caress, and returned her greeting without coming any closer. I hooked one of the chairs, sinking onto it from the front, and folding my arms over the back.
I was no sooner settled than a soft knock at the kitchen door made me start upward. Sherry waved me down with a quick gesture.
She crossed the room and opened the door, introducing herself before Teresa could do more than open her mouth. Sherry welcomed her inside and draped an arm about the younger girl's shoulders.
"You were right, Brad," she told me. "We're so much alike we could pass for sisters."
My eyes were trying to take in everything at once and discovering that there was just too much beauty in the four young breasts and the lush invitation of the two outlined pussies.
Teresa's shorts were white, hugging her slender hips and dipping dangerously low above the plump cunt mound. Her tits, not quite so large as Sherry's, punched boldly against two wisps of thin cloth, while the creamy cleft between the mounds was obstructed by only a narrow strip. For at least the hundredth time, I visualized my cock sliding into that delightful valley. The image brought the beginning of an erection, and I pushed the idea aside in favor of a more conventional approach.
It didn't help. It was impossible to look at either girl without thinking of fucking. And when I thought of fucking, I got hard. My cock continued to swell, becoming almost irritatingly hard as we sat down to a delicious breakfast of ham, grits, eggs and hot biscuits with redeye gravy.
I listened to the girlish chatter without really hearing it, for I was much too busy watching the bobbing tits and moist red lips, and thinking thoughts that would make a veteran whore blush. Sherry had to repeat her request before my eyes wandered back to her face, and I said, "Huh?"
"I asked if I could show Teresa some of your work?" she said with a little laugh. "Oh, don't look so shocked! She's not going to tell anyone about it."
I closed my gaping mouth. She was right, of course. The girl hadn't told anyone about my very un-neighborly kiss. At least. Dexter Savage hadn't been around with his shotgun. So, it seemed pointless to refuse. Sherry knew about it. But I doubted that she realized just how bold some of the cartoons were.
"The photographs?" I asked. "Or the strips?"
"Let's save the strips," she said, pushing her chair back and standing. "How about the photos?"
I led the way into the studio, and pointed to a long table. Tugging a thick album from a cluttered shelf, I placed it on the table and sat down. The girls pulled a chair close on either side and leaned toward me expectantly. I opened the album.
The first few pictures were relatively tame, although they would never have been permitted on the Family Hour. A handsome man and a bountifully endowed girl were kissing, and exploring some rather interesting areas of each other's body. It was a progressive series, and by the fifth photo, the girl was undressed to the waist, and the man was munching away on one of the melon-sized tits.
"Ummmm!" Teresa murmured, her own breast teasing my arm. "That looks like fun!"
"For which one?" Sherry asked, staring at the picture. Beneath the table, her fingers slid over to clutch my leg, just above the knee.
Teresa looked up, drawing Sherry's attention to her slight frown. "I meant the girl. Why?"
"Don't you think it would be fun to do what he's doing?" Sherry demanded. Her fingers moved upward and inward, warm and exciting. I spread my knees apart to give her all the room she wanted.
Teresa's lower lip protruded in thought. "Sure!" she exclaimed. "My gosh! I'd never even thought about that!"
My body tensed at that moment, for Teresa's hand had suddenly touched my left leg, and was beginning a climb similar to that just executed by Sherry's fingers. My prick, already hard, seemed to be straining to meet her halfway. I skipped a few pages, and exposed a picture of a man, with trousers at half-mast, his cock standing out in an angled engorgement, while the girl knelt to rub the nipples of her big boob over its swollen head. I remembered shooting that one, for it had taken the model an hour to work up a decent hard.
"Jesus!" Teresa gasped in a soft voice. "Let's see the next one!" Her hand froze as it brushed the outlined head of my prick. Then, darting like a frightened bird, it gripped me with a pressure just short of painful. Sherry chose that moment to slide her fingers between my thighs and wiggle them against my balls.
I turned the page and both girls leaned forward in excitement, staring at the color shot of the girl sliding her straining lips over the satin tip of the man's cock. Both hands squeezed, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out in the mixed pain and pleasure of their gripping fingers.
"Now," Sherry said in a throaty tone. "That's more like it!"
"My god!" Teresa hissed. "It's so big!"
I never knew whether she was talking about the picture, or the pulsating shaft in her right hand. Two things happened with such perfect timing that I was ready to believe it was all some horrible conspiracy aimed at my personal sex life.
Sherry reached for my cock, and discovered Teresa's hand. Teresa, shocked by the touch, released me, and grabbed Sherry's fingers. Both girls burst into giggles as someone knocked on the front door.
I pushed the chair back and stood up, ignoring the bulge of my deserted prong. I looked down at their linked fingers.
"I hope you both will be very happy," I growled. I nodded at the open book. "Hide that. It could be the preacher."
I was close. It wasn't Carl, but his brother, Oscar, an oddball whose only pleasure seemed to be poking his nose into other people's business. He wanted to come in and meet Sherry, but I dissuaded him, firmly and politely, and listened as he delivered the message from Fay Duff.
She had planned a party for Tuesday night and wanted to make sure that Sherry would come before sending out the invitations. I told Oscar that I could guarantee her presence, and I dutifully inquired about Karen and Belinda. Then, with a reference to work, I managed to shoo him out, and raced back to the studio.
The book had been replaced on the shelf, and there was a note on the table. Sherry's neat writing told me that she had gone over to Teresa's for a while. I crumpled the paper and hurled it against the wall, expressing myself with a single expletive.
"Shit!"
Sherry didn't get back until late afternoon, brushing aside my protest with her praise of Teresa. The girl was exactly the sort of friend she had always wanted, according to her scattered remarks, called to me as she prepared dinner and I tinkered with an ancient camera I was determined to make usable.
I was glad the two were compatible. But I didn't have the formula for group seduction. If they spent most of their time together, I would have to settle for whatever crumbs of sex they decided to toss my way.
After dinner, I turned on the TV and settled myself in my favorite chair, having agreed with Sherry that a man looks silly washing dishes when a woman was in the house. A rerun of a third rate detective story held a portion of my interest while Sherry finished up in the kitchen and took a quick shower.
She came back into the room wearing a short gown that hugged her breasts and hips and just covered the center of attraction. With a wicked smile, she turned off all but one dim lamp, lowered the volume on the television, and sat down hi my lap.
One moment, I was feeling disgusted with myself, and the next, I was holding more intoxicating flesh than one man could reasonably handle. My hands tried to be everywhere at once, finally settling for a lengthy exploration of those delicious breasts, feeling the nipples spring to attention as my fingers caressed their spongy tips.
Her mouth fastened on mine, and her tongue gave a repeat performance of the previous night, swirling and twisting while my cock tried to lift her squirming bottom by swelling to a throbbing hardness beneath her ass.
Just when I was ready to believe that the golden moment had arrived, she pulled my hand from her tit and my mouth from those succulent lips.
"We can both undress," she said gently, placing a finger on my chin, "if you'll do exactly as I tell you."
I couldn't think of anything I wasn't ready to do, provided it included more of what I had just enjoyed. I nodded my promise, and she scooted off my lap, standing with legs spread and hands on hips as I worked on my clothing. Only when I was stark naked did she tug the gown up over her black hair, giving me a close up of that incredibly lovely body.
She indicated the chair, and I sank down again, my prick jutting up with an eagerness I wholeheartedly shared. Then, she did something I had never seen done before. She moved to the side of the chair and sat down on the arm, her rounded bottom hovering over my rearing cock. Deftly, she twisted her torso to face me, and draped her arms about my neck.
"What about...?" I spluttered.
"Shhhhh!" she warned, halting any further protest by mashing her lips against mine, and lowering her hips until the tip of my prick was pressed gently, but with delightful certainty, between the cheeks of her bottom and against the fiery circle of her asshole.
It was impossible! Even if I had greased my prick, I couldn't force it into that tiny opening. I could feel the little circle flexing its striated ring as she increased the pressure, and it was like a hot kiss on my throbbing glans. I tried to swallow her tongue in my excitement, and my ringers kneaded one pliant breast until she gasped a muted protest, freeing her lips.
"Be patient!" she said breathlessly. Then, her mouth covered mine again, and she increased the weight of her hips.
My prick was stiff, and the caress of her anus on its most sensitive part made it even harder. It pressed back with pulsating determination as that tiny circle began widening, and Sherry worked her ass in a slow grinding that forced it lower.
It was impossible, but it was happening! She was actually sliding her asshole onto my cock! I could feel the powerful sphincter gripping the head, already halfway down the widening slope. Another half inch, and the knob would be completely enveloped. And, if the head made it, she could take the rest of the shaft!
The possibility made me begin moving my own hips in the opposite direction, and the frictioning of the hot tissues on my prick became more delightful.
I realized then what she had done. After her shower, Sherry had lubricated her bottom. She had planned the action before coming back into the room. The beautiful creature had fully intended to do just what she was doing.
She pulled her lips from mine. "Hold real still!" she told me. "I'll make it go in!"
I squeezed her nipple again. "Do it, baby!" I grunted.
She took a deep breath and her eyes squeezed shut. She clamped her teeth together and I felt her body tremble. Then, with a little whimper, she shoved her body down on my prick.
There was an instant of painful resistance. Then, as the corona snapped through the momentarily relaxed circle, I was sliding up into the undulating heat of her tight colon.
She took the first four inches before halting her descent. Her eyes opened and she sucked a breath between her parted lips. "Is it good, Brad?"
"Wonderful, kitten!" It was an understatement. My cock felt as if a hundred tiny mouths were feasting on the portion so firmly entrenched in her flexing tail. "How about you?"
She nodded, her eyes shining. "I want it all! Don't come before it's all the way in! Okay?"
I promised. But I wasn't sure I could deliver. Everytime she moved, it meant a hot wet sliding on my prick, and my semen was building in my balls like bubbling lava, ready to blast up into her ass like a geyser.
Sherry groaned as she slid down another inch, and T felt the resistance of the mushy channel yield before my probing cockhead. I started to drop my hand to the furry invitation of her pussy, but she shook her head harshly.
"Suck my tits!" she exclaimed, her fingers urging my head down as her waist arched to present the strutted nipple to my willing lips. I fastened my teeth about the, tasty protuberance and flicked my tongue back and forth over its tip, sucking it with hungry tugs that worked it through my teeth like I wanted to work my cock in that increasingly juicy bottom.
She must have guessed my urgency, for she began a little hunching motion that slid her ass up and down my prick. At first, she was covering no more than an inch with each stroke, and it was more like a vibration than a thrust. But her colon was relaxing a little; and her intestinal juices were oiling the passageway, laving the head of my cock with their hot liquid. She increased the distance until she was taking six inches of throbbing meat with each delightful slide.
Then, panting with effort, she began fucking in earnest, dragging the clinging tissues upward until my flaring glans tugged her sphincter outward, then sliding the churning channel down as the swollen knob bored up into her belly with an assist from my own hips.
Each time her hips flashed down, I was driving farther into that clutching grip, and I urged her on with little groans.
"That's it, baby! Get it! Wiggle that ass, kitten! Suck that dick in there! Fuck it, Sherry! Oh, goddamn! Fuck it!"
She gave one last shove, and her buttocks slapped down onto my thighs and belly. I was hilted! My darling niece had managed to cram the full nine inches of my cock into her hot slippery ass!
She held it, refusing to raise her hips, but moving them in a maddening circle that massaged every inch of my prong in a way that was too good to last. If she kept it up, I would blow my wad in seconds.
"You're gonna make me come!" I gasped, my face somewhere between her tits and the softness of her throat. "I can't stand it!"
"Not yet!" she exclaimed, halting the motion with a suddenness that made me grunt. "Let me turn around."
I assumed she was going to swing around with her back toward me. Instead, she straightened her right leg and began raising it.
"Jesus Christ!" I blurted. "You're gonna break my dick off!"
She merely grinned at my expressed fear, and lifted the leg higher, her ass squeezing my cock with unbelievable force. I stared in disbelief as the rounded loveliness moved past my eyes, and I moaned with pleasure as her tail screwed itself around on my shaft.
She faced me, her legs drawn up, and her feet braced on the arms of the chair, her hands linked behind my neck. It was an awkward position, but she showed no sign of strain. For me, it was perfect, for my prick was even deeper in that hot sleeve. I gripped her lithe waist with both hands.
"Now," she said huskily. "All I have to do is pump my legs. Like this!"
She tightened her thighs and pushed herself back by partially straightening her strong young legs. It was done quickly and smoothly. Her ass slid all the way up to the head of my cock, and rode down again, making a little squishing sound as some of the juice was forced out about the sliding circlet of her anus.
"Oh, goddamn!" I whispered. "If you do it like that, m blow in ten seconds!"
She giggled, and the little quivers of amusement were transmitted down to become hot contractions about my prick. She wiggled her hips experimentally.
"You can come," she said happily. "You're going to screw me twice anyway."
She watched my face as she fucked me, raising her hips with infuriating slowness, and sliding the oily chute down with a little grinding motion that made my hips buck upward. Up again, a little faster, and down again, with that same delightful twist that made her ass seem to revolve about my prong.
I was reminded of the few times I had watched a steam engine gathering speed, for my prick was pistoning in and out of her ass like the glistening drivers of the old-fashioned locomotives.
Faster and faster, her knees flexing to raise and lower her hips. Her ass was looser now, and the juices had seeped out until there was a constant sloshing as it rode up and down my shaft. But she was working those powerful internal muscles in a constant massage, and the bolts of ecstasy were zipping through my belly like the lightning of the previous night.
I had never fucked so fast! The hammer of her buttocks on my belly had become a quick slapping, and the original squishing was a constant gurgle.
"Now!" she yelled, her face contorting in the compelling force of her own climax. "Come! Come!"
My hips shoved upward against that demented fury of sucking girl flesh, and my balls loosed their sperm in a series of spurts that left me gasping with ecstatic relief. My semen had been delivered at least nine inches beyond the spasming anus that now squeezed the base of my cock in gratitude.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me, licking her lips before whispering, "I want number two on the floor."
"In the ass?" I asked, still panting from my frantic hunching.
She was hoisting herself off my prong, and the resulting sensation made further talk impossible. The deep and prolonged reaming had produced a semi-vacuum that tried to hold my prick captive, and collapsed the intestinal walls behind my slow withdrawal.
Sherry's face told me she was experiencing the same delicious effect. She continued sliding the juicy grip upward, but she also began squirming her hips while the inner tissues churned and chewed at my retreating cockhead.
The last two inches were almost painful, for the suction had built to a degree that threatened to lock us together, a condition I would have welcomed without argument. Sherry gave a little kick, and the hot sleeve slipped off with a noisy slurp. My prick, still rock-hard, flew back against my belly with an audible smack as she threw her back across my field of vision, and climbed off my lap.
Quickly, as though time had become a factor, she stretched herself face down on the rug, legs drawn tightly together, and her ass curves seeming to reach up in a beckoning curve. She folded her arms beneath her head and rested one cheek on a delicate wrist.
I slid off the chair and dropped to my knees above and behind her, my cock sticking out over her lovely thighs in shiny eagerness. I placed my hand on one buttock.
"Spread your legs, kitten," I urged.
The black hair shimmered in the light of the TV as she wagged a firm denial, lifting her bottom impatiently.
"No," she insisted. "Pretend I'm a boy."
I grinned at the decidedly feminine curves that awaited my cooperative assault. "No way, baby!" I told her. "Boys just ain't built like that."
She twisted her head about so she could see me, and her expression was dead serious. "Would you screw me if I really were a boy?"
My prick was itching to slide back into that juicy embrace. I nodded. "If you looked like that, I would. Hell, yes!" I started to lower my hips, but her voice stopped me.
"Would you play with my dick while you fucked me?"
I sighed, "Sherry, honey, you don't have a dick."
"I asked you to pretend," she exclaimed petulantly. "Would you let me do it to you?"
Ordinarily, I would have argued about that. But my prick was urging me to get on with things. I wanted to get back in the driver's seat, and I wasn't concerned with how I did it.
"Why not?" I answered, aiming my pole for that plump little cleft. Her arms untangled and her hands flashed back to cover the target area.
"Yes or no?" she insisted.
"Yes!" I blurted. "Christ, yes! I'd let you fuck me!"
Her hands altered position, and the fingers pulled the cheeks apart. Her asshole winked at me, a pinkish brown circlet, its tiny lips slick and wet from our previous union.
"Screw me like you would a boy," she demanded, wiggling her hips to let me know she was ready for my cock.
I wasn't at all sure what she meant. I'm no expert, but it would seem that there's not much difference in the way you ball a boy and a girl from the rear. The real clincher would be psychological. I mean, just knowing you're humping a cute chick adds to the fun. Somebody wrote that sex is ninety percent in the mind, and they may be correct. But I get my kicks from the other ten percent.
I wrapped my fist around my prick and straddled Sherry's warm thighs, pointing the head at that little bull's-eye.
"What's your name, kid?" I asked, going along with her game.
"Charlie," she said quickly. "Don't forget, I get to fuck you."
"Sure, Charlie," I grinned, pressing the tip of my cock into the yielding entrance. "That's the way it works. I fuck you, and you fuck me."
It was easier than the first time. But I still had to really bear down to force my way past that tight sphincter. Sherry helped by relaxing the muscle and wriggling her butt until the knob plunged through. Then, greased by her juices and the come I had spilled, my prick slid up into the churning sleeve until my balls were trapped in the warm juncture of buttocks and thighs.
Keeping it hilted, I let my chest down on her naked back, and eased my arms beneath her, reaching for those fascinating tits. She shook her head and pressed her torso down to block my move.
"Hold me by the shoulders!" she panted. "I'm a boy! Remember?"
I didn't. But I pretended I did. "Sorry, Charlie," I told her. "Your ass feels so good, I thought you were a girl."
"You don't like to fuck girls," she informed me. "You prefer young boys!"
It was news to me! But I had agreed to play the game. I curled my fingers upward, catching her shoulders and shoving my prick farther up into that hot tightness.
"Right, Charlie!" I grunted, grinding my hips to loosen the channel. "And you're the boy I like to screw most of all!"
I began fucking her with slow, full-length strokes, my cock sliding through the undulating colon like a well-oiled piston, and my nuts slipping into that warm valley each time I rammed home.
"I'll bet you'd like to screw that old Teresa," she said, working her ass in harmony with my hunching. She flexed her muscles about my prong. "Her pussy wouldn't feel this good." For the moment, I was ready to agree. It had felt good before. Now, slicker and hotter, and accepting my nine inches of cock meat with less resistance, it was delicious.
"Damn a pussy!" I grunted, separating the words with deep thrusts that squeezed the juice out of her tail and bathed my slapping balls. "I want this ass!"
We stopped talking then, for I was pounding her bottom with a steady rhythm, driving my prick up into her belly and pulling it back until the savagely gripping sphincter was tugged almost outside the strained entrance. My chin dug into her shoulder and my hands levered her body for each thrust. And her ass writhed beneath me as I massaged the sensitive nerves of her well-stretched anus. Even when I felt her come, I kept fucking.
It was too good to last. My balls seemed to swell with the buildup of semen, and I could feel the load bubbling and seething at the base of my stroking prick. I began reaming her, and she cried out with delight at the new sensation.
Ramming my cock deep into her tail, I fucked her with short fierce jabs, the head of my tool plunging back and forth far up in her convulsing gut. She came repeatedly as I kept up that delightful massage, and every climax made her intestine flex and shiver about my cock as her vagina spasmed with ecstatic tremors.
I was sweating profusely, and my heart was a sledgehammer against my ribs. But I couldn't stop. I was caught in that unbearably delicious space between retreat and completion.
The goodness tingled through my balls and my belly, and my cock jerked until Sherry cried out with excitement. I wanted to pause, for my legs were aching, and my hips were becoming numb from my prolonged hunching. But I had no control over my lust-crazed body. Instead of slowing down, I was pounding my cock in and out with swifter jabs, slamming my belly down against her arched back with angry slaps.
Faster and harder! Squishing and sucking! Wet, slick, hot, tight! Goddamn!
I didn't come-I erupted, my boiling come seeming to gush through my prick to fill her asshole, while its heat and wetness were turned back upon the spurting head to increase my agonized pleasure. Panting and groaning, I licked her dainty ear.
"Charlie," I murmured, feeling her cream-filled ass vibrate about my happy prick. "You are one swell piece of ass!"
She wiggled her hips. "I'll bet you say that to all the boys!"
Chapter Three
Generally, Saturday morning finds me sacked out until eleven or twelve o'clock. It's my small contribution to the energy conservation effort. But the brilliant sunlight spilling through the bedroom window, the insistent clamor of the kitchen radio, and a painfully full bladder combined to drag me into the shower.
Sherry had brushed aside my suggestions that she would be more comfortable in my bed, recognizing, I suppose, that I was actually thinking of my own comfort. There was really no reason to protest her decision. The two rides on that bucking bottom had left me temporarily disinterested in anything sexier than a soft pillow. I was asleep five minutes after flopping across the bed.
Shaking the last drops of urine from my penis, I scowled at my reflection and remembered that Teresa was coming over for breakfast again. The prospect of another morning with both girls brought a grin to my face, and I was whistling by the time I finished showering and shaving.
They were waiting for me in the big kitchen. The bodies and faces were the same. Only the shorts and halters had been changed. It was just as difficult as ever to concentrate on food with all those young young curves staring back at me. Every time I looked at Sherry's lovely face, I remembered the way she had worked that ass for me, and my prick began doing its morning pushups beneath the table.
There was no mention of their interrupted fondling of yesterday morning, and I could think of no way to bring up the subject, though my cock kept nudging my thigh to remind me. All I could do was wait until one of them decided it was playtime.
To my surprise, it was Teresa who opened the door by saying, "Why don't you take some pictures of me and Sherry, Brad?"
"Pictures?" I repeated stupidly. It was becoming apparent that my brain wasn't functioning half so well as my impatient prick.
"Feelthy peectures!" Sherry accented with a wicked leer.
"Dirty, dirty!" Teresa added, her eyes twinkling. She rolled her shoulders, and the firm breasts popped almost out of the tiny halter. My eyes popped with them.
"You mean," I said, "the sort of pictures I made for the album?"
Sherry's black hair bobbed agreement. "You might even use them for the strip." She shoved her own bullet-tipped beauties forward. "Don't you think we're pretty enough?"
"Hold it!" I exclaimed, raising both hands, palms out. "I'm just surprised. That's all. When do you want to pose?"
"What's wrong with right now?" Sherry demanded, standing up and pushing her chair back under the table. "I can clean up the kitchen later."
Teresa imitated the movement, and they stood grinning as I climbed to my feet, exposing the swollen condition of my crotch. I glanced down and gave a helpless shrug.
"Don't blame me. You two are giving me a hard time."
The remark was greeted by a concerted, but good-natured groan, and I followed their wiggling bottoms through the house to my converted studio.
I fumbled with the camera, adjusting the tripod and dragging a couple of lamps over to illuminate a long K armless couch covered by a purple spread. The girls watched me until I turned from the equipment and gave them a questioning look.
"You'll have to tell us what to do," Sherry said. "Do you want us to get undressed?"
What I wanted was to screw hell out of both of them. But I would settle for the onlooker's role. If they were serious about going through with the idea, I would wind up with some hot photographs. They were both much younger than any of the professional models I had used. I decided to stir the fire a little.
"Why don't we take a few teaser shots?" I suggested. "Keep your clothes on, and I'll tell you what -to do."
Teresa gave me a little pout, shoving that cute lower lip out in a way that made my cock stiffen still more. "And I thought you wanted to see more of me."
"Don't encourage the man," Sherry teased. "He's a notorious seducer of innocent young girls."
Teresa placed one hand on her slender hip and gave her pelvis a grinding bump. "What makes you think I'm innocent?"
"You're young," Sherry grinned. "That's what turns him on."
I wondered if she realized just how accurate she was in that observation. It was intended as a joke, but I was quite aware of the fresh vibrancy of the two creatures, and their youth excited me almost as much as the promise of sexual gratification.
Damn it! I was doing it again. What I really meant was that I was turned on by something more than the promise of a quick fuck.
"If you two are through with your psychoanalysis," I said in mock severity, "we'll get on with it." I picked up a small camera and checked the lens. "I guess I'd better ask just how far you want to go with this?" I made it a question with my tone.
Teresa shrugged and Sherry merely arched one delicate brow. "We'll do anything you tell us to do."
"Okay," I agreed. "Let me get a tight shot of tongues."
Teresa looked blank, but Sherry nodded her understanding. "He means that he wants us to touch tongues," she explained, "while he takes a close up."
Teresa turned toward Sherry and closed her eyes, sliding her pink tongue out between tight lips. Sherry moved closer and gave a little sigh. "Not that way, sweetheart. Open your mouth and do it."
"But I'll drool all over the place."
"So what? The idea is that you're enjoying It so much you don't care."
I moved in, camera poised, as the two luscious pairs of lips shaped wet ovals about an inch apart, and the dainty tongues flicked out to rub their pointed tips together. I clicked off a couple of shots, but I didn't give a damn about the pictures. It was much more interesting wondering how my cock would feel wedged in between those quivering beauties. The thought did nothing to diminish my erection.
"How about a big juicy kiss?" I said. The girls went into a tit to tit clench like a couple of boxers, their mouths glued together and their jaws working to accentuate the pressure of those warm soft lips. I had sampled both pairs, and envied each of them the pleasure they were enjoying.
"Hold it!" I exclaimed. Sherry's palm had shaped itself over Teresa's left breast, and I ducked low to frame an upward shot of the action. "Feel her bottom," I directed, squatting behind the younger girl as Sherry's fingers explored the tight shorts where they hugged those high rounded cheeks.
"Damn!" Sherry gasped, wrenching her lips from Teresa's wet mouth. "Let us get out of these clothes!"
"Okay," I agreed. "Sherry, you take off your shorts, and Teresa, you can get out of that halter." I stepped back to give them room. "After that, you can do whatever you want. I'll keep snapping."
Sherry's gorgeous black-haired pussy was a familiar sight. But since I still hadn't managed to even touch the plump ridges, its disclosure was enough to bring my balls up into a taut swelling that made my prick harder than ever.
Teresa gave my tented slacks a hungry glance as she shed the halter, freeing the twin cherry-tipped mounds and giving them a quick flip before Sherry pulled her close and clamped her lips over one of the nipples.
"Oh! Wow!" Teresa yelped as she felt that wet tongue begin a dancing massage. I hadn't heard the expression in years, but it seemed appropriate to the occasion. Her own hands groped for Sherry's boyish hips, and Sherry arched her body to shove them forward, spreading her knees apart when she realized the girl's intention.
Teresa's left hand slid between Sherry's thighs and fondled the moist slit, her fingers sliding up and down the dainty furrow as if examining every part of the inviting trench. Sherry's ass cheeks tightened, and she made a little humping motion that shoved her pussy onto the extended middle finger. I snapped the shutter just as the inner labia snapped about Teresa's stiffened digit.
It didn't take much of that finger work to bring Sherry's hands down to tug at Teresa's shorts, and the cloth peeled down over hips and bottom to unveil the lightly haired juncture of her slender thighs.
Teresa's hair was a light brown. But the silk triangle was lighter still, almost blond, and the inviting cleft of her labia revealed a moist pink doorway that beckoned my cock with visible pulsations. Or, I admitted, licking my lips as I snapped the shutter, my tongue.
Sherry's halter fluttered to the floor, and the two naked nymphet's pressed their young bodies against those delightfully curved counterparts, moving skin over skin to increase the pleasure of that first unrestrained contact.
I tried to miss nothing. But it was impossible to aim the lens at everything. I caught their open-mouthed kiss as Sherry pushed the younger girl back onto the couch, mounting her with a graceful movement of her fluid hips and legs. Then, as Teresa drew her knees up on either side of Sherry's body, I shot a close up of that blond pussy, its wet lips parting to reveal the swollen bud of her erected clitoris.
It had to be one quick snap, for Sherry's hips dipped down to shove her own crotch against the furry nest, her ass grinding to rub the plump mounds together.
"Oh! Wow!" Teresa yelped again. Evidently, Sherry had worked her cunt lips into the splayed crease, for the lower pair of hips began wiggling with vigorous enthusiasm, and the tanned legs climbed and scissored in eager cooperation.
From atop Teresa's writhing body, Sherry turned her face toward me, her ass moving in a grinding circle to friction her cunt against that of her moaning companion. She gave me a little curve of those wet lips.
"Take your clothes off, Brad," she murmured. "I'm just getting her warmed up for you."
Like a starving man invited into a banquet hall, I ripped at shirt and trousers with fingers that seemed as stiff as my throbbing prick. By the time I was undressed, Sherry had slid backward and was kissing Teresa's belly, her chin nuzzling the blond fur just above the inviting cunt.
My cock, recalling the pleasure of Sherry's playful rump, aimed its jism-coated head at her exposed bottom. I took a step toward her, planning a replay of the preceding night. Still kissing Teresa's heaving abdomen, she fluttered a gesture that made me draw up short, my prick bobbing in disgust.
I had discarded the camera, hoping for better things. Now, before Sherry could zoom in on that juicy slit, I grabbed the leather strap and snapped her just as her tongue dipped into Teresa's goodie box.
The girl's legs flew almost straight up, toes stiff. Her ass vibrated like an unbalanced tire at high speed, and I got another shot of Sherry's mouth opening wide to cover that excited pussy. I was almost too late, for Teresa's frantic hands grabbed the black hair as if trying to push Sherry's head inside the vaginal entrance.
Her legs came down, knees bent, to drum the heels on Sherry's curved back. Over the soft liquid sound of the feasting lips, she kept exclaiming, "Oh! Wow! Ohhhhhh!" Her head rolled from side to side, her brown hair whipping across her contorted features, and I spent three frames of the film roll on her straining lips and tightly shut eyes.
It didn't take much work to bring her off. Her ass began a vicious hunching, and her torso lifted, the tips of her breasts dancing with her forceful contortions. She gave a series of sharp cries as the climax tore through her belly, and Sherry gurgled happily with the increase of cunt cream she was able to spoon from the exploding pussy with her writhing tongue.
I couldn't see her oral artistry. But the little convulsions of her white throat as she swallowed told me she was getting a full load, and her soft moans betrayed her enjoyment of every drop. Then, when Teresa's hips settled back on the couch, Sherry raised her face just enough to lick the juicy slit from bottom to top, dragging her flattened tongue upward through the cleft until Teresa's ass started wiggling again. Poising the oral muscle directly above the spasming lips, she stiffened it and drove it into the pussy, tongue fucking the whimpering girl until she came again in a flurry of threshing legs and twisting tail.
Much as I was enjoying the sights and sounds, my own discomfort was rapidly approaching the point of agony. My cock was so hard that every throb seemed to jerk at my balls, and I was just about ready to use my hand for the few strokes needed to loose the load of sperm that boiled deep in my belly. It was a ridiculous thought, for there were two beckoning pussies within easy reach. The trouble was that one of them was in obvious use, and the other was just as obviously off-limits.
Sherry must have sensed my desperation, for she pulled her lips from Teresa's crack with a noisy slurp, licked them and used them to give me an impish grin.
"Is there any film left?" she asked. She was a little breathless. Otherwise, she might have been asking for the time.
I assured her there was. Then I asked, "Do you know how to use it?"
She nodded, pausing to give the soft cunt another wet lick. "Do you know how to use this?" she inquired teasingly.
Teresa was still panting, but she rolled her head to stare at my engorged cock as Sherry's suggestion filtered through the lingering tremors of her multiple orgasms. She tried to bring her knees together, but Sherry's hands held them apart.
"Come on, Brad," Sherry encouraged. "She's been begging for that dick."
I stumbled across the miles that separated me from paradise, hoping that my balls wouldn't explode before I made it through the gates. Sherry backed away, and I felt the couch under my knees. I looked down into the V of Teresa's slender thighs at the juicy crevice that divided the lower point of her golden triangle.
Teresa, raising her head to gaze down over the taut nippled breasts, saw my prick swing into position and tilt its velvet plum toward her defenseless slit. Her eyes widened.
"Oh!" she began. Then my cock parted her labia and slipped into her hot little pussy. "WOW!" Her mouth and eyes flew open as if to relieve the pressure in her belly, and I gave her the first three inches while her legs performed another assault on the musk-laden air.
Soft arms encircled my neck, and two points speared my chest. She wiggled her hips beneath me, and I gained another delightful inch, my prick throbbing like crazy as her cunt spasmed and gripped the inserted half with a wet hot convulsion. She glared up at me with a wide-eyed stare.
"Oh!" she moaned, dragging the syllable out as I adjusted my cue stick for another shot.
"Yeah," I moaned back. "Wow!" My buttocks flexed, and I pushed deeper into the churning wetness between her thighs. She gave a throaty gurgle and wrapped those delightful legs around my waist with a force that made me gasp. At the same time, she shoved her ass up and I felt that juicy cunt climb my pole like a shivering monkey.
"So that's where the expression came from," I murmured, not realizing I had voiced the thought until she said, "Huh?"
"Never mind, sugar," I said, watching that fabulous mouth tremble with excited pleasure. "Just keep working that ass."
I hadn't mounted the squirming teenager for the purpose of conversation. And, since she obeyed my last order with an agility that slid the lips of her pussy up and down my prick like a hungry mouth, it seemed logical to put her real mouth to its intended use. I covered it with mine.
She had proved her kissability with that Thursday morning osculation. But I had only been jamming my erection against her belly for incentive. Now, she had most of the nine inches stretching her love chute, and the knob was sliding against her cervix with every wiggle of her slender hips. The difference was phenomenal and delicious. She seemed to be trying to shove her tongue as far down my throat as I had my cock rammed up her cunt.
I was vaguely aware of Sherry moving about the couch, and I thought I heard the camera's unobtrusive clicking. But I wasn't the least bit interested in posing. I had better things to do.
"Fuck me!" Teresa hissed, pulling her tongue from between my tonsils, and bouncing her ass to friction the walls of her slavering pussy against my ramrod.
"Why not?" I grunted, beginning a hunching motion that did precisely what she had suggested. "Everything seems to be in the right place."
Levity went out of my mind as my prick bored into that torrid sheath of rippling muscles and clinging tissue. Sherry's tongue had set the juices to flowing, and I slid as far as physical law would permit. There was still about half an inch of unenclosed hardness. But the only way I could get that m would be by punching a hole where the head of my cock pressed the farthest recess of the channel into a shuddering slickness.
Teresa made that discover}' with the second thrust. "I can't take it all!" she whispered, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. "Oh! Wow!"
I figured the studs who had already explored that snug little passageway must have been a couple of inches shorter. That meant I was discovering hitherto untouched territory, and my prick was trying to memorize every tiny part.
It wasn't necessary to drive it all the way home, although the idea heightened the pleasure I was already experiencing. If I couldn't get it off with eight inches of tight young cunt, it was time to hand in my fucking license.
Of course, in Teresa's case, the license was no good, anyway. Society said she was too young to do what she was doing with such eagerness. But my cock recognized ability, and it cooperated by racing in and out with gathering speed, sliding through that juicy entrance to plunge deep and hard, ramming the final barrier with just enough force to remind her that she was being balled by the real thing.
She kept repeating those same two words like a broken record. "Oh! Wow! Oh! Wow!" But they were sincere. The "Oh!" came as my cock slammed in to fill her vagina, and the "Wow!" was her reaction to that delicious outward slide that tried to pull her pussy walls out along with my slippery dick.
By that time, it felt so damned good that I didn't care if she started singing "We Shall Overcome." Just a few more hunches and I would be ready to do exactly that.
I shut her up by ramming my tongue in her mouth and pumping the cock to her with furious strokes, my balls flopping against her juice-coated ass with noisy slaps. Her sharp tits dug burning holes in my chest as I hammered the meat to her, and she twisted that tight little bottom in perfect rhythm with my pounding pelvis.
Nobody flashed a sign to let us know we were both coming, but the message leaped from cunt to cock and back again in a series of throbs and shudders. Her scissored legs levered her ass up to receive the rabbit thrusts that toppled us over the edge, and we plunged into the blinding ecstasy of mutual orgasm with our mouths sucking greedily on each other, tongues battling as her pussy got in the first shot.
The hot juice bathed the head of my prick for a split instant before a stab of unbearable pleasure lanced through my balls, and my semen surged through the prong like hot lava. It spurted into her cunt and her ass damn near shoved me off as it bucked up in hungry response.
She worked those internal muscles like a veteran whore, her pussy gobbling the jets of come as rapidly as I poured them to her. I felt as if my balls were trying to join the gushes of sperm, and I was almost glad when the spasms subsided and her hips slowed to a gentle quivering. I stopped chewing her tongue and unblocked those warm wet lips, knowing exactly what I was going to hear. She didn't disappoint me.
"Oh! Wow!"
The girls gathered up their insignificant bits of clothing and scampered off to the shower, leaving me to lie back on the couch and ponder the fate of a thirty-year-old man who gets his kicks humping girls on the sunny side of eighteen. The prospect was quite pleasant.
Sherry had surprised me with her willingness to stand aside while I balled Teresa. But now that I thought about it, Sherry had surprised me with just about everything she had done since her arrival. Especially that bit with Charlie.
I looked down at my cream-streaked penis, still about half hard. The little eye stared back at me, and I could almost imagine that it winked.
Chapter Four
The girls poked their heads into the shower stall to tell me they were leaving, demanding a goodbye kiss that brought my just-lathered cock climbing up to investigate the little wet noises of our lips.
After their shower, which I suspected included more than the relatively uninteresting act of bathing, Sherry had lent Teresa a mini-dress and donned another exactly like it. My face popped out from the curtains to examine the results.
"Are either of you wearing panties?" I demanded. The hems of the dresses barely covered those exquisite little cunts.
As though they had practiced the move, they flipped the garments in perfect unison, displaying the sheen of pink nylon between their mouth-watering thighs,
"My uncle is a puritanical monster," Sherry complained to the wide-eyed Teresa. "He never lets me have any fun."
Teresa started to giggle. Then her eyes dropped to where the head of my prick had sneaked through the curtains to stare at them with its single eye. Her grin faded and a hungry look crept over her face. "Oh! Wow!" she whispered.
"Oh, Christ!" Sherry moaned, grabbing the girl's arm and dragging her toward the door. "I'll be back about four, Brad."
Teresa managed one more look at "my dong, and she gave me a quick smile before preceding Sherry in their noisy exit. I didn't have time to say anything, although I was on the verge of calling after her, "It's been nice screwing you!"
Throughout the remainder of the shower, I tried to fit the episode into proper perspective. But the only thing I found interesting was the prospect of fitting my cock in Teresa's hot little quim. Admittedly, her erotic vocabulary left much to be desired. However, her body English was quite fluent. If we exercised that pussy a few more times, I was confident she would be able to take that last half-inch, and I've always been a bug about regular exercise.
Sherry still had me puzzled. She had jerked me off, and let me bugger her with undisguised enjoyment. Yet I still had no notion of what was really going on behind that lovely face.
I toweled and dressed, gobbled down a sandwich I found hi the frig, and retrieved the camera from the scene of battle. Heading for the darkroom, I grinned in anticipation, a plan shaping itself in my brain.
When Sherry returned, I could use the photos to stimulate her keen imagination. Perhaps, if I got her really steamed up, she would let me pay tribute to that furry man-trap she had so successfully defended. That didn't mean I wasn't pleased with Teresa's offering. It's just that I wanted to fuck both of them. Repeatedly! Frequently! Inventively!
I concentrated on the chemicals and the clock, working in the dim red light until I was satisfied with the narrow strip I wound about the drying frame. By the time I had built and enjoyed a Tom Collins, the negative was dry, and I wasted no tune feeding it into the enlarger and exposing a series of eight by ten papers.
Bending over the trays, I developed another erection along with the pictures. The shots I had taken of Sherry's tongue wiggling into Teresa's pussy were hot enough. But the ones she made while I was trying to cram nine inches into an eight-inch hole were fantastic.
She had caught one close up of my prick when it happened to slip completely out of Teresa's foam-ringed slit, capturing every detail, including the way the pussy juice glistened on the swollen veins. The cock looked so lifelike I expected to see it throb.
As I hung the prints up to dry, I wondered why I had never before let anyone take a picture of my prong. Or, come to think of it, why I hadn't done so, myself. Several times, when I was stuck with the problem of angle, I had photographed my own hands and feet, using the pictures to put the proper perspective in my drawings. But I had never even thought of using my cock.
I spent a few hours at the drawing board, finishing three frames of a future strip before I hit a snag. I had placed the heroine, an under aged, over-sexed blonde, in a tree. Hanging face down, she was being muffed by one of the heavies, a big muscle-bound ape with an impossibly long penis that was, quite naturally, in full erection. The problem was that I wasn't sure any girl could really make it in that awkward position.
I took a few liberties in the strip with the size of organs. But I tried to be reasonably accurate hi the performances of the various characters. The few times I had goofed, the publishers were inundated with letters from the college kids who evidently used the strip as a sort of training manual.
I was still sitting there, trying to decide whether to go ahead with the next frame, when Sherry returned. She breezed into the studio, jammed her warm tits against my shoulder, and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. Then she took a look at the half-finished panel and pursed her cute mouth in concentration.
"Can a girl really come like that?" she demanded.
"I don't know," I admitted. "That's why I'm stuck. I thought you might tell me."
She shook her head. "I don't see why she couldn't. Look at the way he's licking her."
"The trouble is," I explained, "that I have to be accurate."
She chewed her lower lip for a moment. "Why don't we try it?" she asked suddenly.
My cock raised its head in quick interest at the suggestion. Any activity that would give me a crack at her pussy deserved my full attention. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" It seemed the proper thing to say. She gave me a devilish grin.
"I think I'll enjoy feeding you a slice of hair pie."
There was a rather densely wooded area behind the house, and little likelihood of any trespassers happening on us during the experiment. It didn't matter. By the time we had walked a hundred feet into the woods, my prick was so hard I wouldn't have cared if Carl Duff had marched the whole congregation over to watch.
Sherry scampered ahead to examine a tree that closely resembled the one in my drawing. A thick limb hung at exactly the right distance above the ground, and its bark was smooth where her legs would be draped across it. She gave the limb a pat and looked questioningly at me.
"Perfect," I told her. I licked my lips as she started pulling the dress up and over her black hair. The big breasts bounced free and pointed their extended fingers at me. She ran her fingers through her hair before hooking the panties and working them down over the boyish hips. The black silk of her cunt hid the cleft of her plump little pussy, but I knew it was there, and my salivary glands shifted into high gear.
"You're supposed to be naked," she reminded me, ogling the tenting of my slacks. "We ought to do this just like the drawing."
It was no time for argument, and I stripped my clothes off in record time. My prick sprang up in happy freedom, swinging from side to side as if surveying the improbable scene. Sherry stretched her hand up to touch the branch, and the movement did things to her tits that tightened my balls in excitement.
"You'll have to help me up," she said matter-of-factly. I walked over, and she glanced down at my bobbing pole. "I could use that for a step," she suggested.
"Bitch!" I murmured. "You would!"
She slid into my arms with a little sigh, raising those wet lips for the kiss we both needed. From knees to mouths, we were separated only by our skins, and our bodies moved to sample every inch of the delightful contact. Her tongue was a demented snake that wriggled between my teeth to strike with angry darting at my own swirling muscle. Her hips, held captive by her own lust and the clutch of my hands on her well-rounded ass, managed a savage grind that rolled my throbbing prick between us.
I would gladly have continued the embrace, for my balls had worked their way into the juicy crack of her cunt, and were sliding about in their oily sac like a couple of freshly peeled grapes. But Sherry disengaged herself with a firmness that made me lose my grip on her buttocks, reluctantly but agreeably.
I made a saddle with my linked hands, and she placed one dainty foot in it, the movement parting the lips of her pussy until I could see the damp slit and the little purple shaft of her clitoris. Then, lightly and easily, she swung herself up to straddle the limb, her thighs clamped about it as the wood pressed itself into her moist crotch. She looked down at the black curls, and her lips made a little grimace of pleasure. Gripping the limb with both hands, she slid herself back and forth, rolling her cunt against the curved hardness.
"Hey!" I protested. "What about me?"
She answered through tightly clenched teeth, her hips still hunching her slit against the limb. "Find yourself a nice juicy knothole!"
The girl was unbelievable. One moment, she was a saucy vixen who seemed capable of instituting any perversion. The next, she was a baby-faced innocent labeled "Don't Open Until Eighteen!"
Just when I was damned near ready to follow her suggestion, she threw one leg back across the limb, gave me a smile, and fell backward. I made a grab for her before I realized the move was intentional. Locking the back of her knees against the sturdy limb, she hung, head down, thighs slightly parted, exactly the way we had planned.
"I'm ready when you are," she chirped, blinking up at me and adjusting her legs to widen the V of those luscious thighs.
Ordinarily, I would have rejected such a cold blooded approach. But the position was far from ordinary, and my blood was equally far from chilly. My cock was still thumping with every pulse beat, and my interest in that deliciously moist crack was no longer confined to the original question.
All I had to do was step forward, for my lips were on a level with her upside down twat. My hands slipped behind her swaying hips to steady the target, and my mouth opened, tongue extended and stiffened.
"Ummmmm!" she murmured. My tongue slid into her cunt and began twisting about inside the tight sleeve, expanding and contracting to massage the nerve endings of the pulsating labial ring. My teeth rammed against the fluttering lips of her vagina and my lower lip worked up and down over the swollen lance of her clitoris.
She favored me with a gush of pussy juice that filled my mouth and spilled onto my chin before I could swallow it down. The slippery liquid gathered in her thick bush, and my chin slopped noisily as I worked my mouth in avid suction. She felt good, she tasted good, and I was ready to settle down for a full meal on that tart-sweet cunt. Then, my knees jerked, and I groaned a soundless curse into her convulsing vagina.
Since my lips were even with her crotch, it followed that my prick was within easy reach of her soft wet mouth. Without touching it with her hands, she had managed to work her head into position and slide her lips over the head of my cock.
Once she had it in her mouth, she held it by sheer suction, and the resulting sensation in my prong made me try to cram my entire face into her mushy vaginal entrance. Her tongue was swirling about the plumlike glans, and her saliva bathed it in a wet heat as she continued that ball-tugging suction. I had to push my cock farther into her mouth in self-defense. If I hadn't, she just might have sucked the damned thing right off at the root. I gave her the first four inches, and tried to match it with my tongue, reaching up into that honey pot like an ant eater trying to dig out the last victim.
I had the answer to my earlier puzzle. Sherry was coming. My god! Was she ever coming! Her ass vibrated like a jet preparing for takeoff, and the vaginal muscles spasmed about my flicking tongue as though the cunt was trying to swallow my lingual member. Her juice, thick and hot and creamy, spilled into my mouth in a delicious flood. I slurped it up, working my tongue as fast and deep as possible, marveling at the vacuuming power of that young pussy as it undulated in concert with the waves of ecstasy generated by her explosive orgasm.
She was still tugging and licking my cock, and as the shudders of her first climax became ripples of pleasure, she surprised me with another inventive maneuver. This time, it was so unusual that I was hunching in happy response before I figured out how she had managed it.
The lips had been clamped about my cock just behind the head, holding me while her tongue performed its ablutions. Now, my prick was being fucked by her hot, sucking mouth. The lips were sliding from their original purchase all the way to the base, and my glans was pushing past her palate to drive into her convulsing throat.
Sherry had simply given her swinging torso a little push with her flexed thighs, and the laws of physics did the rest. Her head, being the lowest point on the pendulum, swung back and forth. Since her mouth was already fastened about my cock, the motion sent it sliding up and down the shaft with a most pleasing result. When I added the force of my own hunching, my prick deep-throated her, and my balls spread out over her nose and eyes with each delightful thrust through those soft, but determined lips.
My tongue was stirring up another batch of honey in her spasming cunt, straining as if to reach the mouth of her womb, then wiggling back to caress that oily pulsating clitoris. Occasionally, I clamped my teeth about the base of that tasty little spire, and lashed it with savage flicks until her ass was bucking with the pleasure of my flailing tongue.
I didn't intend to come. At least, I didn't intend to come when I did. I wanted to make it last as long as possible, for my throat was tingling with the pleasure of gulping her copious exudation, and my tongue was enjoying every thrust into her cunt.
But Sherry had other plans, and my prick, being wiser than I, offered its full cooperation. It flashed a message to my hips, and I fucked that greedy mouth with an artless savagery, plunging to the balls in her gulping throat as the semen boiled and expanded, seeking an escape from its contracting prison.
Her pussy delivered another series of spasmodic gushes, and I scooped out the thick cream with a tongue berserk with desire. My teeth nibbled on the spongy lips of her vagina and the slick clitoral shaft that tried to bury itself behind its hood in orgasmic retreat. The juice spilled over my chin and neck, and I felt it trickling down into my chest hair, there to be splattered and spread by her belly as it bucked against me.
Sherry's tits, hard-nippled and swollen in their strained inversion, jabbed like glowing coals into the lower curve of my abdomen, the mounds yielding to our combined pressure to roll like warm pillows above the sucking slurping lips that sped from crown to root of my throbbing piston.
I was only faintly aware of her dancing fingers, fluttering about my madly hunching ass cheeks and trailing warm tips through the sweaty cleft. But, when one finger stiffened to insert itself hi my tightly clenched anus, the awareness became an insistent sense of combined pain and pleasure.
Still working her oral magic on my strutted prick, Sherry was rolling my balls like slippery marbles with one hand, while the other fucked her index finger in and out of my anus, driving into the flexing chute past the second knuckle and teasing my responsive prostate into a powerful convulsion of ejaculatory release.
Sherry was coming right along with me, that hot little cunt grinding against my mouth and yielding a real gusher of pussy oil to grease my tongue and bathe my tonsils. I managed two huge swallows of the delicious gravy before I gave her the first volley of semen far back in her throat.
I expected her to gag as the ropy sperm volleyed behind her writhing tongue, for my hips had followed her on the back swing, and I was jamming my balls against her dainty nose. Instead, she made a little gurgling sound, and I felt her throat muscles clamp the spurting head of my prick in a hot undulation.
It seemed impossible that she could swallow with all that cock meat filling her mouth and throat. But she gulped my come with a suction that seemed to pull the cream up from my balls. Her finger, still shoved deep in my tail, massaged the engorged bulk of my prostate with each expulsive spasm, and the resulting sensation buckled my knees until it seemed that I was supported by the suction of my mouth on her gushing cunt and her mouth on my spurting cock.
I came up for air, and my hips eased their pressure to slide my prick back to where she could work her tongue over the head, sucking the last drops of my come with little nasal moans of enjoyment. Her finger slid out of my ass, but both hands held onto my buttocks as she continued to nibble on the tip of my prick.
My arms went about that narrow waist, lifting her until her calves and heels could slip over the limb. I staggered backward, holding her clamped against my chest, my chin buried in her splayed cunt, and her mouth still sucking hungrily on my rearing cock.
Slowly, her hands slid down my legs to brace against the carpet of green grass. Her lips relinquished their delightful grip and I eased her down onto her side, standing over her like an ancient satyr, my prong still hard and ready for renewed combat.
She stared up at me with lust-glazed eyes. Her upper lip, flecked with traces of my seminal flood, twitched with desire. She rolled onto her belly, drawing her knees up beneath her belly until they pressed the big globes of her tits. Her ass, pink and inviting, curved in the late afternoon sun, the black curls of her pubic hair peeping from between the lightly tanned thighs.
"Fuck my ass, Brad!" she exclaimed hoarsely. "Fuck Charlie again!"
Jesus! She was playing games again! Just like the night before. Pretending to be a boy with a yen for a stiff cock up his rear. I took a deep shuddering breath.
"Is your tail really hungry, Charlie?" I asked softly.
"Hungry for that big dick!" she hissed. "Hell, yes! Get on me, Brad! Hump me good!"
"Wouldn't you rather go back to the house, Charlie?" I was getting a little nervous about some innocent visitor noticing the station wagon still there and looking around for us. I could imagine their reaction when they saw us both, naked and sweat covered, and my prick sticking out like a gnarled tree limb.
"Here!" she panted, moving her rump suggestively. "Now!" She wasn't giving me a choice. In fact, she wasn't giving me anything. She wanted my prick. Not to please me, but to satisfy her own perverted need. That I would enjoy it was incidental to her own demands.
I started to straddle her hips, and my prick slid between her legs, the head nuzzling the dripping jaws of her cunt. Quickly, she pulled her thighs together and shifted her bottom to avoid the pressure.
"In my ass!" she gasped. "Hurry! Put it in!"
The slippery tip found the winking circle of her anus, and I grabbed her hips, putting my full weight behind that stiff ramrod. My buttocks clenched and my pelvis shot forward.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Her cry split the air as my cock split her asshole, driving through the straining sphincter and up into the hot grip of her intestine. Her bottom shook and wiggled, but I had a good hold on the flared haunches, and I plunged through the mushy resistance until she had the whole nine inches. My balls rolled in her wet snatch, and I kept my cock hilted as the powerful muscles shaped themselves in delightful adjustment.
"Christ!" she panted, digging her fingers into the grass. "You get bigger and bigger!"
"Want me to pull it out, Charlie?"
"No!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me! Fuck me till that hot come shoots up my ass!"
I've always gotten a special kick out of screwing dog-fashion. The fact that my tool was in the rear entrance made little difference. Somewhere in my ancestry, there must have been one of the many Arabs who find the asshole superior to the pussy in its pleasure-giving ability. Of course, most of them were using tender young boys for comparison, and the kids had been thoroughly trained in the use of their anal muscles, But Sherry's tail was just as hot, tight and slick as any boy's could possibly be, and she was just as skillful with those internal muscles.
I fucked her with a variety of strokes, twisting my hips from side to side so my cock would grind against the shuddering wall of her intestine as it drove in and out, stretching the elastic tissue until my prick could move more freely inside the churning sleeve.
No more than twenty strokes into the ride, and she was bucking through a moaning climax, her colon squeezing my cock with each orgasmic shudder. To heighten the illusion of normalcy, the hot oil of her intestinal tissues laved the head of my cock and spread upward along the sliding shaft, lubricating the passage until I could pour the throbbing pole to her with relative ease.
Sweat beaded on my face and dripped down onto her arched back, its graceful curves already shiny with her own perspiration; my balls slapped and rolled in her pussy trench, and my belly pounded the upper slope of her ass cheeks as my prick raced in and out with gathering speed.
She sailed into another climax, and I deliberately yanked my cock completely out of her clutching anus. Then, before she could do any more than groan her protest, I rammed the head back through the sphincter and pulled it out again. Each withdrawal sucked a trickle of slippery jism-laced oil from her gut, and made it easier to drive my lance back in again.
Sherry squealed as my cock raced in and out, the head barely snapping into her ass before it was tugging out again. She tried to hold her hips in position, but the pleasure of my attack made them wiggle, and I kept jamming the edges of her anus before the big knob plunged in.
The juice bubbled and gurgled, becoming a slippery froth that ringed my prick halfway down the shaft, and still I short stroked the torrid asshole. Now and then, when the pleasure became too demanding, I slammed it all the way in, and each hilting made her cry out with the intensity of the exquisite frictioning.
I was still massaging her sphincter when my balls exploded. Ecstasy arched my body and pulled me down onto her sweating back. My come surged through my prick and spurted into her tail just inside the flexing anus, and my cock slid through its own juice to spill the rest of the fiery load deep in her belly.
Her ass wriggled back to draw me farther into the hungry sleeve, and the muscles tightened in an undulation that began at the base of my cock and rippled inward to milk the sperm with deliciously thrilling undulations.
Her legs stiffened, lowering her hips, and I followed them down, keeping my jetting hose firmly implanted. The violence of her answering orgasm was such that there were tears in her eyes as she twisted her face about to meet my tongue with hers. I couldn't reach her lips. But the touch of our tongues, tips curving and licking, was more than satisfactory.
She borrowed my handkerchief to pad her cream-filled bottom, explaining, "I want to keep it as long as I can." Otherwise, we were silent as we dressed and walked back to the house.
Inside the door, I drew her close and kissed her, sucking her sweet-tasting tongue far back in my mouth. My hand slipped up to cup a resilient breast, and she pushed herself away with an angry shake of her head.
"Boys don't have tits!" she exclaimed, stalking toward the bathroom. I watched the shapely legs and buttocks with a wry grin.
"You're right, Charlie," I murmured. "They sure as hell don't!"
Chapter Five
We went to bed early, since we had promised to attend church the next morning, and Sherry again made me sleep alone, pretending that the madness of the afternoon had never existed.
I tossed for an hour before my nerves finally relaxed, and I drifted into a dream-filled slumber that was almost as real as the world from which I had just retreated. The only difference was my awareness that the vivid scenes and sensations were figments of my own imagination. I knew I was dreaming. But it would have been no more realistic had I actually lived the experiences of the dream.
Astride a powerful white stallion, I raced across the sun-drenched desert, my robes streaming about me, and the hot wind fingering my dark visage with searing caress. Behind me, brandishing gleaming scimitars, my warriors galloped, faces glowing with excitement as we neared the colorful tents pitched in the scant shelter of the scraggly palm that circled the water hole.
Our approach brought the enemy into a scrambling attempt to defend the oasis. But we were upon them with cries of fury that sent them fleeing, their weapons cast aside in helpless terror.
Reining up before the largest of the several tents, I dismounted, sheathing my sword and standing with fists on hips as my warriors fell upon the female residents with lusty cries, tearing their filmy garments aside and mounting them with animal savagery.
The women, after their initial show of resistance, responded to the thrusts of cocks and tongues with passionate squeals, and I found myself surrounded by a sea of scissoring legs and hunching bottoms. My own cock, aroused by the sights and sounds, reared up beneath my robe like a wrist-thick dagger.
The flap of the tent lifted, and a tall graceful beauty emerged, completely naked. Her entrancingly curved body curved even more as she dropped to her knees at my feet, the bullet tips of her melon breasts kissing the hot sand as she bowed in homage.
I raised one sandal encased foot and placed the toe beneath her chin, forcing her lovely face up. She seized my ankle with slender fingers and began licking my toes, driving her wet tongue between them with furious thrusts.
In that mysterious way that can occur only in dreams, she was Teresa Savage. She was older, and her body was more mature, and there was little physical resemblance. But I recognized the youthful urgency in the hot caress of her tongue. She fluttered long lashes up at me, her eyes worshipful.
"Take me, master!" she panted excitedly. "Use me as the others are being used!"
I slipped my foot farther beneath her, tracing the curve of a resilient breast with my big toe, pushing her up and back until she sprawled on her bottom in the sand, her long legs parted, and the golden tendrils of her pubic hair moist with desire about the inviting slit of her cunt.
"Where is Charlie?" I demanded, shoving my foot between her thighs and tickling the purple dagger of her oversized clitoris.
Her voluptuous hips writhed under the caress, and her eyes rolled upward. The flush of orgasm spread across her face and the heaving cones of her pointed breasts, and it was several seconds before she could answer.
"He is in the tent, master," she panted. The lips of her juicy cunt worked in and out, glistening wetly in the desert sun.
I walked toward the tent, already slipping the robes from my muscular body, and when I entered through the swaying flap, I was stark naked.
Charlie lay on a pile of soft furs, his hairless chest rising and falling in mounting excitement as he stared at my huge prick. His own diminutive penis thrust upward from a crotch where only a trace of light curls marred the smooth perfection of youthful curves. As I came closer, he pulled his knees high, spreading them to pull the cheeks of his ass apart and reveal the brown circlet of his anus.
With a muffled curse, I threw myself upon him, my cock ramming into his tail with one fierce thrust that carried me to the balls in that hot mushiness.
Beneath me, moaning in excited pleasure, it was suddenly Sherry's body, and Sherry's face that smiled up at me, her lips parting for my kiss as I began fucking, hard and fast.
Charlie's flexing ass was Sherry's slippery cunt. But I could feel the pulsating shaft of his hard cock each time my belly slammed down, and his hot little nuts rolled in my pubic hair as my prick stabbed deep in his gut.
I awakened with a strangled cry, sitting up in the middle of the bed as my dream induced pleasure collided with my personal inhibition. My cock was jerking wildly, and I could feel the spasms of pre-orgasmic ecstasy rippling through my balls.
Subconsciously, I had refused to complete the dream because of Charlie's sex, waking rather than loosen my sperm in the boy's willing tail. I knew that the figure represented Sherry's fantasy, but the feel of that small hard cock had been too real.
My fingers clutched the throbbing shaft, tightening and beginning to pump. My ass jerked as the slight frictioning pulled me over the edge of seminal release and my come shot up to splash wetly on my trembling thighs.
My inhibitions wouldn't let me screw the Charlie of my dream, but I felt no compunction about fucking my fist. I milked the last sticky drops from my penis and got up to pad into the bathroom, swearing under my breath as I thought of Sherry, sleeping only a few feet away.
As I climbed back into bed, I tried to recapture the dream. This time, I would carry the luscious female into the tent, or take one of the other women whose lovely bodies had so aroused my desire. But both the dream and sleep eluded me, and I tossed restlessly until dawn.
I didn't tell Sherry about the dream. First, because it seemed so ridiculous when viewed in retrospect, and second, because I hesitated to bring up the subject of Charlie unless she mentioned it first.
We discussed photography as we ate breakfast, and Sherry asked how the pictures had turned out. I complimented her on the way she had handled the camera, and was glad when she said she would wait until later to see the prints. If they had the same effect on her as they had on me, we would never get to church on time.
Sherry dressed in a cute blouse that hid her breasts under a mass of frilly lace, and a skirt that reached to her dimpled knees. The outfit subtracted a couple of years and added an air of innocence that somehow made her more desirable than ever, and my cock twitched behind the trousers of the dark blue business suit I had dragged from deep in the closet.
She reached up to adjust my tie, and permitted me the luxury of a quick kiss, teasing me with "What would the Reverend Duff think?"
Our timing was perfect. We arrived at the neat brick structure just as the Sunday School classes were dismissed, and Teresa rushed out to greet us, babbling to Sherry, and giving me a secret smile that I had no trouble interpreting.
I introduced Sherry to several curious people before Fay Duffs warm hand closed about my arm and her firm right tit Jabbed a hard nipple against my shoulder. She didn't ease the pressure as I went through the social ritual, and I felt my prick beginning to stir dangerously. Sherry made matters worse by staring pointedly at the seemingly innocent connection and smiling knowingly.
"You two must sit with us," Fay insisted, moving about just enough to grind that hot breast against my bicep. "Karen and Belinda are just dying to meet this darling girl." She gave my arm a vicious squeeze. "She is just precious, Bradley!"
"Yes." I tried to keep the grin out of my voice. "She certainly is."
Teresa darted away long enough to find her brother and pull him over to meet Sherry, and he gave me a respectful nod before running his blue eyes up and down Sherry's figure.
Jimmy Savage was a little older than Teresa, a handsome lad with blond hair and broad shoulders that had earned him an enviable reputation on the high school football team. Perhaps it was my own dirty mind, but I was certain he wasn't thinking about football when his gaze lingered on the frilly lace, or when he held the slender hand Sherry extended until Teresa cleared her throat impatiently.
"Would it be an inconvenience," she asked, "if Jimmy and I dropped over for a while this afternoon?"
Sherry answered before I could gather my scattered wits. Fay was still trying to screw my arm with her nipple, and I felt like I should be anywhere except on the sun-drenched steps of a country church.
"We'd be delighted," Sherry assured them. "Wouldn't we, Uncle Brad?"
"Uh, yeah! Sure!" I nodded stupidly. I couldn't concentrate on anything with that fucking nipple searing through my coat and shirt.
"Aren't they well-behaved children?" Fay Duff chattered as Teresa and Jimmy disappeared in the milling congregation, "And so lovely! Carl and I always wanted a son. A fine young man like that would be such a joy!"
Again, my dirty mind translated her words to mean that she would welcome a big young cock in the family. I shifted my shoulder, letting her feel the returned pressure on that determined tit. She pushed back without a flicker of expression.
Fay Duff was a shade past thirty, but she had kept face and figure in mint condition. Perhaps, I mused, that was due to lack of use. Carl was a healthy specimen, and reasonably good-looking. But he was so damned much in love with his own voice that I had difficulty imagining him taking time out to screw.
Her hair was a dark auburn, with reddish highlights that made it shimmer when she tossed her head. Her face was just short of sensual, with widely spaced eyes and full lips, and her body was designed to absorb the most punishing assault of the male organ.
She finally eased the pressure on my arm, and steered me toward the doorway, reaching out to gather Sherry in. We made it down the aisle and into the pew just as a prune-faced woman of indeterminate age spread her fingers on the keyboard of the organ and the deep-throated tones roared skyward.
Karen and Belinda were already in their places, and Mrs. Duff took the occasion to jam her lush hip against mine, urging me into the pew, and holding Sherry back until she followed me.
Two young faces beamed at me, and two pairs of nubile breasts pushed four small nipples out in happy greeting. I found myself staring at their delicately rounded thighs as I murmured, "Hi, there!"
Two faces smiled, and two soft mouths moved soundless greetings. Then I was caught between Karen's hip and Fay's blatant pressure. Sherry was seated on the other side of Fay, and the pew filled rapidly beyond her.
I didn't know what to do with my hands. That is, I knew what I wanted to do with them, for Karen's small tits were only inches away, rising and falling in measured cadence, To my right, Fay's breast, mate to the one that had ravished my arm, presented a tempting target. But nothing reasonable came to mind.
I crossed my arms, and both Fay and Karen immediately crossed theirs. Hidden by our closely jammed bodies, I felt their warm fingertips brush tentatively against mine. Then, when I didn't move, the fingers became bolder, and I sat there, beaming about like a congenital idiot, while the preacher and his elder daughter slipped their hands into mine, fingers curled to tickle the palm.
Sure, it's an old-fashioned gesture. But it carried the message just as well as Western Union could have done. They knew what it meant, and I knew what it meant. I also knew that they knew what I meant when I squeezed both their hands with mine. I knew because of the way they squirmed their fingers into my grip.
The choir meandered through a couple of totally unfamiliar hymns, and a lantern-jawed farmer stumbled through a boring list of social events, finally adding that Mizz Pussilla Tighttwat would favor us with a solo. That's what it sounded like, although I knew the girl's name was Pricilla Tritott. My dirty mind was busy again.
The girl sang, not too badly, ringers wiggled in mine, and I developed a painful erection before the inevitable collection plate provided an opportunity to free myself while I groped for my wallet.
We stood for the final hymn before the sermon, and I hid my condition by jamming it against the back of the pew in front of us, a movement which brought a knowing smile from the observant Fay.
Carl Duff marched out from a hidden door as if to the strains of "Hail To The Chief" and stood beaming until the last sound of organ and shifting posteriors had faded.
I had to compliment the guy. He had picked the dullest possible subject, tossed out any remark that might prove faintly interesting, ignored any reasonably entertaining anecdotes and delivered the remainder in a monotonous thunder.
The minutes dragged by, and my butt went to sleep. I shifted it on the hard wood and Fay jolted me with her hip, pressing me closer against Karen's warm thigh. The girl, thinking the move was mine, jammed her body over. Their concerted assault left me suspended with my ass about an inch off the bench, my weight supported by mother and daughter as they sat with seemingly attentive faces, and I tried to wiggle my way back to a more comfortable seat.
The Reverend Duff ran out of platitudes and I ran out of patience at exactly the same moment. My ears ached and my ass had gone back to sleep again. I had trouble gaining my feet.
Belinda, the younger of the sisters, managed to squirm past Karen and whisper in my ear, her dark eyes flashing excitedly. "I'm jealous!"
"Why?" I asked innocently, looking down the front of her blouse where the small breasts shaped a delicate valley. I couldn't see the nippled tips, but I visualized them erect.
"You didn't sit next to me," she complained, running her pink pointy tongue across her upper lip.
"Ah," I said, making sense for the first time. "But I wanted to."
There wasn't time to tell her what it was I wanted to do, for Fay was chattering away to Sherry and trying to pull another rape job on my arm, this time with the other tit. I slid my bicep against the nipple as I turned to hear the tail-end of her remark.
"... be a terrible imposition. But we would be so grateful to you and Bradley, We won't be back until all hours."
Sherry gave me a wink as she answered, "It will give us a chance to get acquainted, Mrs. Duff, What time will you bring them over?"
"Who?" I asked stupidly. "What?"
"Carl is speaking to a group in Brightville tonight," Fay explained, punctuating her sentences with that stiff nipple, "and Sherry suggested that the girls stay with you tonight."
It was all I could do to hide my drooling. "It will be our pleasure."
"You can bet on that," Sherry added. But the suggestiveness escaped Fay. The girls hid their excitement behind innocent grins.
She and Carl would drop the girls off about five, she told us, and pick them up the next morning. Still talking a mile a minute, she followed us up the aisle and outside, relaying her plan to Carl as he shook hands with the departing congregation.
"The girls will enjoy it," he boomed. "Perhaps you can teach them a few things."
"About photography!" Sherry added quickly, her lips twitching. She convinced Carl that his sermon would be included in the world's best ten, and we finally escaped to the station wagon. There, she collapsed in a fit of giggling.
"If that poor woman only knew!" she gasped.
"That poor woman has been trying to seduce me ever since I moved here," I muttered defensively, setting the wagon in motion.
"But she doesn't suspect that you'd molest her darling daughters," Sherry insisted, reaching over to borrow my handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes. "Those kids are so hot they're ready to explode!"
I tried to look stern, but a grin destroyed the effect, "And you're suggesting that I light the fuse."
She wagged her head in denial. "Fm telling you that we will give them a few lessons. You're not going to have all the fun."
She reminded me that Teresa and Jimmy were coming over, and I felt a twinge of jealousy. "You seemed to think he was pretty nice," I observed, pulling into the drive and halting the wagon.
She smiled that little secretive smile before sliding off the seat. "I think he'll do admirably for what I have in mind." That's all she would say until they arrived.
I doubt that Jimmy had a license to drive the car he had put together from an assortment of parts which defied all the laws of internal combustion. But the monstrosity ran, and the local bluecoats ignored its ear-splitting roar and squealing takeoffs.
He wheeled the contraption into the drive as if it were the last lap of the Indianapolis 500, sliding to a stop only inches away from my rear bumper. Beside him, Teresa seemed as unconcerned as if her brother's driving was perfectly normal.
I welcomed them into the house, and Sherry offered to make some lemonade, a suggestion that prompted a look of horror on Jimmy's handsome face. He looked questioningly at Teresa, then back at me.
"Lemonade? For Christ's sake! Sis said you two were with it."
I cleared my throat. "You want something stronger?"
"Like, man, lemonade is for the geriatric scene!"
I nodded solemnly. To Sherry, I said, "Make it vodka and lemonade, and get Jimmy a couple of joints from my room."
Sherry's brows lifted, arid I added, "They're in the top right drawer of the dresser."
As Sherry went off to prepare the drinks, Teresa walked over and sat down on the arm of my chair, casually draping one arm about my neck and shoving her left tit into my ear. "I told Jimmy about us," she informed me.
I looked across at the boy as I tried to think of something more sensible to say than, "What about us?"
"Cool it, man," Jimmy drawled, flapping one hand as if shooing away a pesky fly. "If Sis wants to spread for you, it's no skin off my ass. I don't plan on broadcasting it."
His attitude left a lot to be desired, but it also opened up a most interesting list of possibilities. I pulled Teresa down onto my lap, settling her hot little bottom over my semi-hard cock, a contact that brought it rearing up with a swiftness that made her gasp in surprise.
"Just out of curiosity," I said, including them both with my eyes, "do you two make out?"
"No way!" Jimmy exclaimed, watching Teresa wiggle her ass until the crack fitted over my erection. "She's my sister!"
"I've tried to tell him he's being silly," Teresa murmured. "He won't even let me play with it." She pulled my hand up and pressed it against one of her warm little tits, and I tweaked the nipple. "Oh! Wow!"
Sherry bounced back into the room, carrying a tray with four tall glasses and two carefully rolled cigarettes. She had changed to an ultra short gown that accentuated, rather than concealed her delightful body, and Jimmy gave a whistle of admiration. He made a grab for her as she handed him a drink and the two joints, but she twisted aside with a quick flip of her boyish hips.
To Teresa, she said, "Your brother is the impatient type."
Jimmy started to light one of the cigarettes, and Sherry held up a restraining hand. "If we're really going to have fun, why don't we all get undressed?"
Jimmy groaned, "Honey, you don't waste time!"
Sherry gave a little bump in his direction. "Would you rather argue or fuck?" she asked flatly. His answer was a weak smile as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Teresa helped me with my clothes, supplying another "Oh! Wow!" when my prick popped out from my descending trousers. Then she slipped out of her blouse and skirt, giving me the pleasure of sliding her bikini panties down to unveil that cute little pussy.
Jimmy unveiled a commendable and hardening prick that became even harder when he saw Teresa's panties slide down her tanned thighs. He may have been sincere about not wanting to screw his sister, but he certainly found the sight of her young cunt exciting.
Sherry had stood sipping her drink and watching us until we were all three naked. Then, still wearing the gown that hid her crotch, but let the nipples outline themselves in bold relief, she thumbed a table lighter and held it for Jimmy to light the joint.
He inhaled the pot deep, cupping his hand over nose and mouth to trap the exhalation for another deep drag. "Man!" he rasped. "This is real grass."
"The best," I assured him. "I wouldn't have any other kind."
Jimmy held out the glowing cylinder. "Want to try a joint, Sis?"
Teresa shook her head, stepping back until my cock was jammed against her ass cleft. "There's only one joint I'm interested in."
"Right on!" Jimmy grinned. "I want to see this!"
I wasn't at all pleased with the way things were going. If anybody was going to screw Sherry, I wanted it to be me. It didn't make sense that she would refuse to let me so much as touch that little pussy, but would let Jimmy shove his prod in there.
Teresa was wiggling her butt against me, tightening her buttocks to clamp my prick between them, and I was achingly ready to give her another sample of ball juice. But, damn it! I wanted to fuck Sherry.
She had driven me up the wall with her Charlie routine, and although I had thoroughly enjoyed humping her hot little fanny, I wanted the one thing she had refused to give me. However, if Jimmy was to be awarded the prize that was rightfully mine, I could at least watch his acceptance, and by utilizing Teresa's cozy muff, pretend I was the winner.
Jimmy burned his fingers on the first roach and quickly fired up the second, his eyes shining as he swallowed the pungent smoke. He ran his eyes up Sherry's thighs to where the gown hid her promising cunt, and he shook his cock with thumb and forefinger.
"This is for you, Sherry, baby!" he said. His voice was a little thick and his gaze a trifle unsteady. "Are you ready for it?"
Sherry had almost finished her drink, while Teresa and I were still working on ours, delayed by the pleasurable contact of our bodies. Now,, Sherry smiled at Jimmy over the rim of her glass.
"You don't know just how ready I am," she purred. "Finish that joint, and get on your back."
"On the rug?" Jimmy queried.
"When I lay this on you," Sherry murmured, "you won't give a fuck where you are."
Teresa whispered, "Oh! Wow!" and squeezed my cock harder.
As Jimmy stubbed the roach in the ashtray, Teresa slid to her knees, and I followed her down, kneeling between her calves with my prick angling upward toward the split of her wet cunt. When the boy stretched his muscular body out on the rug, I stretched Teresa's pussy with the head of my prong. Her sharp gasp drew her brother's eyes, and they widened as they watched my cock slide up into his sister's belly.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "How can you take all that?"
"Oh! Wow! I didn't think I could!" Teresa gasped. She shook her ass and settled the plump cheeks against my belly. "It's good!"
It was a mutual feeling, for her cunt was nibbling at the full length of my pole with hot contractions. She had taken me with greater ease, but she was still tight, and I struck bottom before the last half-inch was inside.
I didn't start stroking. Nor did Teresa demand it. We were both content to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of our meshed organs and watch Sherry as she discarded the glass and walked over to stand between Jimmy's spread legs.
"Close your eyes," she told him.
"What the hell!"
Her voice deepened and acquired a commanding tone I had not heard before. "Shut up and close your eyes!"
The boy gave her a look of mixed surprise and desire, and his eyes squeezed shut. She touched his foot with her toe.
"Draw your knees up, real high," she instructed, "and spread your legs."
His legs came up automatically. But his eyes flicked open as he exclaimed, "This is the goddamndest..."
"Do you want to be fucked?" Sherry demanded.
Staring at the boy over Teresa's arched back, my prick throbbing inside her juicy cunt, I was reminded of my dream. Charlie had assumed that same position, and the two bodies were equally attractive. Jimmy's cock was larger, but the little brown circle below his balls was identical.
"I just..." Jimmy said in a plaintive tone.
"Close your eyes!" Sherry repeated, her voice and posture adamant. "And keep them closed!"
The lashes flicked down again, and Jimmy stretched his arms out to either side, his pelvis reaching up in exaggerated strain. "Okay! Here I am! Ball me, baby!"
Sherry yanked the gown up and stripped it off over her black hair, revealing a long thick dildo strapped about her slender hips, its rubber shaft rising into a lifelike erectile stance as she made a quick adjustment of the straps and dropped to her knees between the boy's legs.
Gracefully, as if she had done it a thousand times, she leaned forward and aimed the heart-shaped head of the imitation cock at the striated circle of Jimmy's asshole.
"Oh! Wow!" Teresa whispered, and I halted any further comment by jabbing the bottom of her already fully packed cunt. I had loosened that hot channel with our Saturday morning romp, and it was relatively easy to work my prick in and out. So, I began fucking her with lazy strokes, watching Sherry adjust her knees on the carpet and grip that rubber cock as if it were the real thing. I made Teresa grunt by another hard jab as Sherry centered the dildo and rammed it home.
"WAIT! GODDAMN ... UUUNNNNHHH!"
Jimmy's asshole was already impaled on the hard shaft, and Sherry was driving the tool deeper by hunching her hips in short powerful thrusts. The boy's eyes bulged and his lips kept working after that first startled cry. His hands flew up to press against her descending body, and found the twin beauties of her hard nippled tits. His fingers curved about them, and his strong young legs wrapped helplessly about her arching waist.
Sherry's thick pubic bush tickled his balls, and as she finally shoved the full length of the rubber prick into his tail, her belly pressed down upon his throbbing cock, grinding its swollen bulk between them. The moment she had it all the way in, she began stroking, and Jimmy's ass jerked wildly as the prick slid in and out of his clenching anus.
I had seen girls use dildos on other girls. But this was the first time I had watched one use the lifelike cock on a male. The effect was such that I began fucking Teresa with a rhythm that brought her off in record time, and her hot pussy juice flooded about my prick and trickled-out onto my balls as I probed her spasming cunt.
Jimmy was grunting each time Sherry rammed the pole into him. But it was evidently feeling good, for he was using both arms and legs to lever his ass up for more, and Sherry was giving him every inch, her pink bottom tensing and relaxing in measured cadence.
I recalled how her finger had wiggled and stroked in my own asshole, and imagined what Jimmy must be feeling as the rubber dick massaged his prostate with every stroke. The thought sent a shudder through my balls and I poured the meat to Teresa with short vicious hunches that sawed through the lips of her gurgling cunt too fast for her to keep up. All she could do was shake her hips from side to side as her pussy convulsed in a string of climaxes that left her sobbing with pleasure, and her cunt mushy and sopping wet, its undulating tissues clinging like hungry leeches to my hammering piston.
Sherry had Jimmy's mouth covered with hers, and I knew her well enough to conclude that she was working on his tongue with the same avidity she was displaying in her anal reaming. But the lad yanked his lips free as his ass bucked under her steady pounding, and he screamed his passion.
"OH, SHIT, BABY ... I'M GONNA BLOW ... FUCK ... FUCK ... GODDAMN ... OH, GODDAMN ... FUCK ME ... HARDER ... FUCK ME! GIMME THAT BIG MOTHERFUCKER!"
Teresa's cunt squeezed my prick as she stared across at her brother's twisting, hunching ass. "Oh! Wow!" she hissed as my come splashed into her convulsing cervix.
Chapter Six
Even if Teresa and I hadn't been totally concerned with our own orgasms, we wouldn't have seen Jimmy's prick spill its load of cream. Sherry had lowered her swaying breasts onto his chest, and trapped his cock tightly between their bellies, rolling her hips to work the hilted dildo in his ass. The pelvic motion massaged his jerking dong as it spurted the thick semen, each volley given an extra ejaculatory force by the thrust of the rubber prick against his prostate.
The boy's hips lurched and he cried out as his sperm lanced through his shaft, and he added his own pelvic gyrations to Sherry's hunches, grinding his well-filled anus about her make-believe cock until his balls were drained.
It was a temporary condition. By the time I began stroking Teresa's gurgling slit again, Sherry had pumped Jimmy's prong into a fresh hardness. Ignoring his protests, she pulled the ramrod from his tail, urging him onto his side, and motioning for me to disimpale the panting Teresa.
Then, while the lad stared in helpless fascination and desire, his sister crawled across the carpet to stretch her young body beside him, raising one leg to slide it across his heavy thigh as she pressed her hot cunt, made slick by my semen, onto his equally slippery prick.
A look of surprise, excitement and undeniable pleasure spread across Jimmy's face as Teresa slid the lips of her pussy all the way to the root of his shaft, and began fucking him with easy movements of her slender hips.
With a choked cry, he pulled her closer, answering the thrust of her pelvis with a powerful surge of his own, burying his cock in the snug channel that had not been able to contain all of mine.
Sherry, who had remained kneeling on his other side, now lay down behind him, refitting the dildo in his well-stretched ass and driving it home with one determined shove.
Jimmy was sucking Teresa's tongue when the cock filled his colon, and he gave a nasal whine as he hilted his own rod more firmly in Teresa's slit. She could handle all seven inches, and she murmured happily as his pubic arch jammed tightly against hers.
Two rosy female rumps awaited my selection, each moving in a slow circling, the firm cheeks flexing and quivering. My prick was still slippery from Teresa's juicy box, and I should have no difficulty entering either girl. I looked at Sherry, and she nodded toward Teresa's curved bottom.
"See if she can take two dicks," Sherry murmured. Her lips curved. "Or would you rather try Jimmy's ass? He'd like it a lot more if this was a real cock."
Jimmy couldn't help hearing what she said. But he gave no sign of disagreement. I had no intention of doing it, yet I couldn't suppress the quick flash of desire as I thought of how true Sherry's statement was. Obviously, Jimmy thoroughly enjoyed having the dildo pumping his tail, just as I had enjoyed Sherry's wiggling finger in mine. It was easy to imagine how a hard hot cock would feel, throbbing and pulsating as it slid in and out.
He would be able to feel the hot semen blast its thick wetness into the sensitive corridor, and the orgasmic spasms of the prick would massage his prostate as it hurled his own come upward from his taut balls.
I wagged my head. "You're doing a good job," I grinned, lying down and slipping the head of my prick between Teresa's buttocks. With one leg raised high, her tiny anus was already exposed. I centered my knob and gave a tentative push.
With a grunt, she rammed her hips hard against Jimmy's, and I followed the retreat to force the head into the slowly yielding circle, feeling it nibble at the glans in helpless shuddering. As she relaxed the tense muscles, I pushed again, and the knob slipped through the sphincter, sliding up into her tail as I continued the determined pressure.
Jimmy still held her tongue. So all she could do was try to voice her reaction around it, and it came out as an easily translatable "OOOHHHH " ... OWWWW!"
I expected her ass to be tight, for Jimmy's prick was packing the adjacent channel. But I hadn't expected to feel the throbbing cock so plainly. It was as if we were both in the same corridor, and I was sliding in alongside his. Each time I gained another inch, his tool would jerk, slamming against mine and making it swell in pleasurable response.
Teresa, after that first muffled exclamation, only groaned and clenched her teeth, trying to loosen her internal muscles as our combined cocks stretched them to their limit. My prick jolted past the head of Jimmy's dick to slide another two inches into the mushy grip before my belly collided with the girl's trembling rump. I gave a little grunt of satisfaction. I was balls deep in her spasming asshole.
The kids were sandwiched between us, their young bodies beginning to squirm with the excitement of their own meshed organs, and from the hard shafts that filled their colons. Added to the double fuck was the incestuous nature of their union. Jimmy had denounced it before he became fully aroused, while Teresa had shown only eagerness to ball her handsome brother. Now that Jimmy was in his sister, he was obviously willing to go all the way.
A little jab of Sherry's dildo started Jimmy's hips to moving, fucking his cock in and out of Teresa's vagina, its flexing tissues still slippery with my come. The girl worked her own ass cooperatively, and there was little for Sherry and me to do but relax and enjoy the slide of their clenching assholes on our prongs.
Each time either of them pulled back, they forced their tails onto the thick insertions, and when they retreated from the filling of their rears, they filled Teresa's cunt with sibling cock.
I stopped wondering about Sherry's reasons, and settled down to the more personal matter of my own pleasure, finding it intensifying each time my prick plunged into Teresa's clenching bottom.
I was acutely aware of Jimmy's cock, just as I knew he was aware of mine. I could feel each convulsive tremor of the shaft through the thin membrane that separated us, and our in-and-out motions provided a constant massage of the tightly pressed underbellies, each one throbbing with lust as we stroked toward a come that would flood the excited Teresa fore and aft.
Sherry was arched against Jimmy's back, hunching almost twice as fast as he was pumping his cock into Teresa's pussy. I didn't have to see her lovely body in motion. I could feel each thrust of the dildo as Jimmy's prostate reacted by making his prick jerk, and its shudders caressed my ventral ridge, causing my cock to pulsate as it drove deep into Teresa's grinding anus.
The girl had climaxed when Jimmy's tool first stretched her cunt, and she came again when I packed her rear entrance. After that, she simply worked from one orgasm to the next, her intestine convulsing with hot suction as her belly spasmed repeatedly under our relentless fucking.
I slipped a hand between them to clasp a firm warm breast, and Jimmy's fingers drifted down his sister's curved bottom to flutter lightly against my prick each time it emerged from its juicy nest. Then, as if gaining confidence from that fleeting contact, his hand slipped beneath her buttocks, the palm shaping a warm cup for my balls. They had been shoving with gentle pressure against his own tight globes, now they rolled into his curved fingers with each thrust of my cock into Teresa's oily grip.
It was a strange experience. With our pricks sliding against each other, the tissue-thin membrane seeming to fade as our excitement grew, it felt as if they were both in the same channel. Jimmy's fondling of my swollen sac became a significant part of our shared pleasure, particularly when he began slipping his fingers behind them as I drove forward, pressing them against his own with a slight twist that was extremely pleasant.
In order to bring our testicles together, we had to regulate our strokes, entering Teresa's cunt and anal orifices at the same time, and withdrawing in concert. This double filling and emptying sent Teresa's hips into an uncontrollable writhing as climax after climax roared through her belly, the tremors squeezing our cocks with hot shudders, and her intestinal juices laving my prick with a wet heat that made it feel almost as juicy as dripping cunt.
Surprisingly, it was Sherry who triggered the orgasm both Jimmy and I were trying to delay. She began reaming his ass with deep furious jabs, and the rapid massage of his prostate demanded a release of his seething sperm. He rammed his cock to the hilt in Teresa's cunt, and I felt it swell and convulse as his semen shot through the shaft to bathe her greedy womb-mouth. The girl's glands exploded with a violence that made me gasp, for every muscle in her ass was working, and no two portions of the tight sleeve provided the same sensation.
Her sphincter spasmed in rapid gripping, while the super-heated walls of her intestine seemed to ripple inward along my prick. The head, shoved as far as I could ram it into her belly, was sucked by a churning mass of slipping, sliding tissue that seemed to bathe my knob in fiery wetness, yet draw my own come upward with its rhythmic tugs.
Jimmy was halfway through his own release when my prick leaped in its first ejaculatory spurt. As he felt the sudden jolt against his spitting cock, he gave a strangled cry, and his fingers squeezed my balls as if to force the sperm from them with even greater force.
Teresa, groaning with the unbearable delight of her brother's semen spilling into her womb, now felt my hot sperm lancing up into her ass, a sensation far more acute than that of her pussy. To the involuntary contractions of her vagina and intestine, she added the frantic gyrations of her agile pelvis, working her hips to achieve the maximum from both hilted cocks.
It was a subdued Jimmy who lay back gasping as Sherry and Teresa left us for a quick shower. He glanced at my flaccid and juice-coated cock, and Ms face reddened slightly.
"I hope you didn't, like, get the wrong idea," he murmured.
I grinned innocently. "About what?"
"You know, man," he said, groping for the proper words. "I let Sherry ball me with that rubber dung, and I, like, kinda flipped your nuts around. I don't want you thinking I'm gay."
"I didn't think anything about it," I said lightly, "except that I liked it."
He grinned, refusing to meet my eyes. "Yeah," he agreed. "It was a real trip."
I couldn't resist asking, "Wonder how it would have been if Sherry and I had traded places?"
His head lifted and his blue eyes almost crossed in concentration. His tongue slid out, then in again, his lips folding inward before he spoke.
"Want to know something, man? I was hoping you would,"
He started to amplify the remark, but Sherry's voice halted him by calling, "You two can have the shower! We're through."
He stood up, stretching his muscular young body and flexing his buttocks, the cheeks still red from Sherry's prolonged pounding. He gestured. "Come on, let's wash off the evidence."
"You go ahead," I told him. "I'll have a drink while you're showering."
It was only after the two were gone, and Sherry and I were alone that I admitted why I hadn't joined him in the shower. Even then, it was Sherry who put it into words.
"You wanted to fuck him," she said, making the idea sound perfectly normal. "Didn't you?"
I glared at her, defensive because she had seen through my pretended disinterest, and because I felt it made me somehow less masculine, yet unable to deny such a gut-wrenching urge.
"Yes," I growled. "Goddamn it, yes! I did!"
She walked over and gave me a soft kiss, touching me only with her lips. "You men are such idiots," she said gently. "Girls have fun together and think nothing about it. But if a boy does it with another boy, they both think they've done something terrible."
I wanted to change the subject. Quickly and definitely. There was still a hint of the Victorian in my makeup, preventing many experiments I might otherwise have tried, and I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
"Why don't we take a look at those pictures we made yesterday?" I suggested. Anything that would make her stop looking at me with those penetrating eyes.
"Why don't we wait until tonight for that?" she countered. "I want to see how Karen and Belinda react to them."
"My god!" I exclaimed. "You want to show them those shots?"
She had walked across the room and was adjusting one of the drapes. Now she turned and gave me a saucy grin. "Can you think of a better way to soften them up? Don't tell me you're having second thoughts about girls too!"
"Lay off, for Christ's sake!" I exploded. "We've all got our goddamned hangups! I suppose you're going to tell me you didn't get it off when you used that dildo on Jimmy! And that 'Charlie' shit you laid on me! If that's not a hangup, I've never seen one. I've gone along with your refusal to let me so much as touch your pussy. Why the hell can't you accept the simple fact that I don't want to make it with another guy?"
She merely smiled at my outburst. "But you said you wanted to fuck him," she reminded me.
I stamped to the door, slamming it behind my angry exit.
"Shit!"
I barricaded myself in the studio, sketching a few ideas for future strips, the pen moving automatically over the drawing paper. Suddenly, I became aware that I had drawn a handsome man with a physique like a Greek statue, and an impossibly long cock. The thing that made me slam the pen down with a curse was the partner I had given him. The man was bending over the plump posterior of a startlingly young boy, sliding his engorged phallus up the kid's ass!
Hell! Even my subconscious was against me!
Sherry knocked on the door, opening it to poke her head into the room and give me a questioning grin. She held up one .hand with two fingers extended in the familiar sign.
"Peace?" she asked softly.
The residue of my anger faded. I made a circle of fingers and thumb, and used the other hand to piston my forefinger in and out. "Piece!" I chuckled. "Isn't it about time for the kids?"
"That's why I interrupted," she answered, stepping into the room. She had changed outfits again. The dress was conservative, and it gave her that young innocence I found so damnably appealing. My prick began pushing against my trousers and I swung my legs out from beneath the desk to give her a look at what she had caused.
Her eyes went wide and one hand flew to her mouth in pretended shock. "Why! Mr. Crossman!" she exclaimed. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" Then, with no change in expression, she chorused with me, "The kind I'd like to fuck!"
We were both laughing as I accompanied her back to the living room, nodding my approval of the job she had done removing all evidence of our recent frolic.
"Dinner's going to be a problem," she confided, smoothing the dress over her thrusting tits. "I'm sure the kids will have eaten before they come over."
"If you're thinking about me," I told her, "forget it. I'll settle for some sandwiches later on. How about you?"
She shrugged, making the front of the dress move in a most interesting way. "I'm in no rush." Her lips curved. "I don't believe those girls are going to be thinking about food."
I asked the question that had been bugging me, "Where the hell did you get that dildo?"
"I bought it, silly," she smiled. "I don't look like a little girl all the time. We took a trip just after Christmas last year, and I found a store where they had everything you could think of. I got two dicks, the one I used on Jimmy and a smaller one." Her eyes sparkled. "I'll show it to you later. It's a battery job. You know the kind. It vibrates like crazy when you switch it on. And it has a pair of rubber balls that you can fill with any kind of liquid and make it shoot." She suddenly giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"This girl friend of mine, back home. She's a really snotty bitch, and she's told a lot of lies about me. Well, she heard about my dildos, and she wanted to try them out. I got her so hot she couldn't stand it. You know, we played around before I put it on."
She went off into another fit of giggling, then continued. "I stuck it in and pumped her right up to a real goodie of a come. Then, just as she started squealing, I gave her a shot of ice-water!"
I shivered as I laughed. "You really are a bitch!"
She shoved her tongue out at me. "Yeah! But you like the way I give head."
A lightning bolt of desire zipped through my balls. "Say it the other way!" I demanded in a soft voice.
She licked her full lips, slowly and voluptuously, her eyes dropping to where my prick stood throbbing against my slacks. "You like the way I suck that big juicy cock!" she murmured, rolling the words as if they were the substitutes for the thing she wanted most.
If Carl Duff had been just two minutes later pulling into the driveway, I would have had my dick in Sherry's mouth, for the brief exchange had turned us both on, and she was just as willing as I was eager.
"Damn!" I groaned, willing my erection to subside and finding the effort quite futile. "What do I do this?"
"Why don't you ask Mrs. Duff?" Sherry asked impishly. "I'll bet she could think of three places without even trying. Christ! That woman is really hot for you."
"I'm not worried about her," I hissed. "I can't walk out there and meet Carl like this!"
Sherry extended a hand to pat the bulge. "Relax," she said. "Go lock yourself in the darkroom, and I'll handle everything."
As I hurried toward the door, she called after me, "Don't lose that! We may need it later on."
Her soft laughter followed me through the house.
Chapter Seven
Many times, particularly when I hadn't scored hi the sex department for several weeks, I've dreamed of finding myself with three nubile and willing nymphet's. But I never entertained the thought that the dream would become a reality in such an unusual manner.
It was only five-thirty, and the sun streamed through the studio window to silhouette the slender legs of Karen and Belinda Duff as they turned to greet me upon my emergence from the dark room.
Karen's blond hair reflected the sunlight like a golden halo, accentuating the deceptive look of innocence on her baby face. Belinda, the younger sister, made no attempt to hide her interest in the condition of my slacks, staring boldly at the lingering bulge and pursing those soft red lips in an obscene whistle.
"Belinda!" Karen exclaimed. "What a thing to do!"
"What a thing!" Belinda retorted. "Don't tell me you're not interested."
"I didn't say that," the older girl said hastily. "But you don't have to be so ... so impetuous!"
Sherry laughed easily, joining them to stare at my crotch with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Forgive me, Brad," she explained. "I told them why you didn't want to meet their parents."
"I don't see why," Belinda said brightly. "Mother would have creamed her panties, and Father probably hasn't had a hard in so long he wouldn't know what it is."
Karen started to frame another protest, but switched with a sharp toss of that blond head. "And I suppose you are an expert!" she exclaimed tartly. "All you've ever seen are those silly boys you play with,"
Belinda's eyes flashed. "I remember when one of them made you holler!"
Sherry draped an arm around their shoulders. "Now, I'm curious," she interrupted. "What about these boys?"
Karen shook her head. "They're just children, really. I don't know why she fools around with them. They're much too young to ..." She trailed off in confusion when she realized what she had almost said.
"To what?" Sherry and I spoke at the same time.
"Yeah," Belinda said demandingly. "You're afraid to say it."
"I am not!"
"You are too!"
"Fuck!" I said quietly.
"What?" Three faces stared questioningly at me.
"I said fuck," I repeated. "That's the word you were looking for, wasn't it?"
Karen's eyes were wide, and her lips shaped a wet red oval, making me wonder how it would feel about the head of my cock. She took a deep breath, and seemed to speak without using any of the air.
"He said fuck!"
Sherry tried to keep from giggling as she turned to Belinda. "Did he say fuck?"
Belinda nodded so vigorously her tits jiggled beneath the severe blouse. "He said fuck!"
All three girls convulsed with laughter, and I stood watching until they brought their amusement under control. So far, the girls were proving to be quite receptive. Also, their brief exchange had disclosed a most important fact. Neither of them was cherry.
While I was not only willing, but extremely eager to ball the preacher's lovely young daughters, I was reluctant to tackle anything so formidable as an intact hymen. The next question was just how much experience had the two girls really had?
"About these boys," I contributed. "How old are they?"
"I told you," Karen answered. "They're just children."
Belinda gave a derisive snort. "They're old enough to fuck!"
We seemed to be hung up on that one word. I didn't object. If we had to concentrate on a single syllable, the choice was ideal.
"That wasn't what I was going to say," Karen explained. "I meant they're too young to ..."
"Come?" Sherry supplied questioningly.
Karen bit her lip, a task I would have performed without extra charge. "I meant to say ejaculate," she corrected.
I leaped in again with, "Which do you mean? Ejaculate is what you do when you jerk off. Come is what happens when you fuck."
"Not with them," Karen assured me. "They can't."
"Can't come?" Sherry inquired. "Or can't fuck?"
"Oh, they can fuck," Belinda said. "But they just sort of draw up like they're hurting when they get through."
"No gravy?" Sherry asked with a sad expression.
"Not much of anything," Karen answered. She was beginning to relax. I found that the more the girls relaxed, the tighter my balls were drawing up against the base of my throbbing cock.
"You've never had a real honest-to-god fuck?" Sherry insisted. When the girls wagged their heads, she said, "Brad, we've got to do something for these poor unfortunates."
"Underdeveloped!" Karen giggled, her tits jiggling.
"I wouldn't say that," I inserted. "Of course, I could judge much better if you were undressed. But you both appear extremely well developed."
Belinda took a step forward and placed both hands on her slender hips, pushing her pelvis forward as if challenging me. "Will you fuck us?" she demanded hi a sultry voice.
"My god!" Karen cried. "What will Mr. Crossman think?"
Sherry pushed the girl with her shoulder. "He'll think you want to be fucked," she said. "Don't you?"
"I ... yes, but... Td rather... uh ... Oh, damn!"
Karen had hit another block, and nobody tried to help her. Personally, Belinda had most of my attention, for she was still standing with that little pussy shoved out in invitation. I couldn't see it, of course, behind that colorful skirt But its presence was obvious to my engorged prick. It thumped against my slacks like an imprisoned fish.
"Let's not rush things," I suggested, which was not at all what I wanted to say, or what I wanted to do. "The answer to Belinda's question is yes. I don't know what Karen started to say. But, if it's physically possible, I'll do whatever she wants me to do."
"Now," Sherry sighed, "I've seen everything! A girl asks you to screw, and you make a speech."
I was standing near the couch where Sherry had posed with Teresa, and where I had first sampled the girl's hot little snatch. I backed over to it and sat down. On impulse, I patted the spot beside me and looked at Karen.
"Come, sit beside me," I said gently. "Just like we did this morning."
Belinda looked miffed, but Sherry slipped an arm about her waist and slid her hand up to fondle a pointed breast, and the look became one of excited pleasure. With a little sigh, she twisted about to offer her soft mouth to Sherry's more experienced lips. The two young bodies pressed, belly to belly, and their hands began the hesitant exploration that quickly accelerated to a passionate groping and caressing.
Karen waited only until the kiss began. Then, her eyes avoiding mine, she moved forward and lowered her hips beside mine, the firm warmth of her thigh pressing with a boldness her face did not reflect.
I eased one arm about her supple waist, pulling her closer, and urging her to turn slightly, a move she made without resistance. Her lovely face lifted, eyes wide in a blend of anticipation and fear. Her nostrils flared with her rapidly drawn breath, and the full wet lips trembled over white teeth.
"Don't fuck me!" she whispered. "Not yet! Please!"
My words fanned her mouth and chin, "I'm just going to kiss you."
"But I'll get so hot I won't know what I'm doing." She hurried through the explanation. "Promise me!"
"What was it you wanted me to do?" I asked. Her body was trembling. Warm, young and responsive, in spite of her protests.
"I can't say it!" she avoided. "You'd think I was terrible!"
Realization burst upon my brain, and raced down to swell my prick to greater dimensions. Because of the youthful innocence displayed by both girls, it had never occurred to me that their desires might easily go beyond the basic sexual act. Suddenly and happily, I knew what Karen wanted.
"Baby," I whispered, "I think you're wonderful."
It was a corny line. But it brought her lips against mine in a kiss that tingled all the way down to where my cock was trying to ram its head through my pants. Her tongue, shy in its first invasion of my mouth, became a dancing flame that flickered and writhed in mounting passion.
My hand cupped the resilient swelling of one thrusting breast, and I felt the nipple leap to attention, straining against the dress and the constricting bra. Her mouth moved hungrily under mine, and her body trembled as I massaged the firm mound.
She offered no resistance when I unbuttoned the front of the dress and slid the shoulder strap of the bra down so I could free that luscious tit. Her head tilted back and she gave a soft moan of desire when I deserted her lips to bend over that exposed breast.
It was almost as large as Sherry's. The skin was flawless; tinted a faint pink on the pliant lower curve, and revealing a sharp line across the upper slope where the sun had kissed the delicate swelling with a faint tan.
Quarter-sized, the aureole was almost invisible, but the nipple extended outward in an upward tilt, its spongy finger engorged and flushed with excitement. I licked it.
Karen had probably had some of the boys chew on that little beauty. But I doubted that any of them ever took time to merely lap at the distended bud, like a child catching the ice cream that spills down the sides of an overflowing cone.
My tongue pressed the nipple back into its yielding base as it slid over the sensitive tip. Then, in quick release, the little finger snapped out again, shiny with my saliva and quivering with desire.
Karen's hand was climbing upward on my thigh, its progress blocked by the position of my body as I continued laving and licking that dainty nipple, pausing now and then to pop it between my teeth for a gentle nip, holding it just long enough for my tongue to massage it with a furious side-to-side lashing.
Still nibbling on her right tit, I bared the left one, tweaking its cherry tip between thumb and forefinger and rolling it until Karen's whole body jerked in response. Her hand, unable to reach its goal, squeezed my thigh with rhythmic pressure. With each tightening of her fingers, my cock spasmed along its swollen length, aching to bury itself in some portion of her warm quivering flesh.
I climbed back to her soft lips and writhing tongue, giving her my own lingual muscle to suck while I pulled the dress down to her waist and she rid herself of the crumpled bra. I caught her wrist and pulled her hand back to my thigh, guiding it to her original goal.
She gave a little nasal whine, and I tried to reach her tonsils with the tip of my tongue as her ringers closed about my outlined prick. My tongue was still between her lips when I whispered, "Is that what you want, baby?"
Her muffled oral response was unintelligible. But the way her hand tightened about my prong was clearly understood. I stood up, sweeping her up in my arms, and feeling her arms slide warmly about my neck. Her bottom rested with a most pleasant pressure against my strutted cock.
Sherry and Belinda were still kissing. But both girls had worked their hands beneath the other's skirt, and they were grinding their pussies together while their fingers clenched and kneaded the rounded buttocks.
"Do you two want to take the couch?" I asked softly. "Or join us in the bedroom?"
Their mouths separated with a wet sound, and Belinda said, "Let's go with them. My god! Think of all of us in the same bed!"
Karen kept kissing my cheek and running her tongue in my ear as I marched through the rooms. Her little rump bounced against my cock, and only the clothing kept me from breaking my promise and I ramming it into her before we reached the bed.
Behind us, Sherry detoured into her own bedroom just long enough to pick up her favorite toy. By the time Karen and I were completely undressed, she and Belinda were helping each other out of the clinging panties.
Karen's pubic triangle was golden blond, the hair thick and curly about the plump mound that rode unusually high above the juncture of her lovely thighs. The cleft was tight, its meaty lips pressed tightly together, exuding a promise of an even greater tightness within its youthful interior. The hair along either side of the inviting valley showed little flecks of moisture, and I had to restrain myself as my tongue ached to gather up that delicious dew.
At first glance, Belinda's cunt appeared completely hairless, lending a quality of youth to the boyish hips and small breasts with tiny pick erasers poking from their peaks. Then I saw that the illusion was created by the fine texture of the silk curls. It was only a fleeting examination, for Sherry's head blocked my view as she buried her face between the girl's thighs. Belinda managed one sharp cry of happiness before her own mouth collided with Sherry's juicy cunt. After that, the only sound was that of sliding tongues and sucking lips.
The girls had taken the far side of the bed, Sherry on the bottom, and Belinda on top, her ass cheeks wiggling as she screwed her pussy down onto the greedy mouth. I gave Karen a little push and she lay down on her side, turning her back on the exciting view and staring wide-eyed at my huge prick.
"Noooo!" she whispered when I closed in on her and she felt the hot hardness against her belly. I halted her protest with a gentle kiss.
"Slide down, Karen," I said in a soft voice. "I told you we'd do it the way you wanted."
"Oh, god!" she breathed, already wiggling down in the bed, her tits sliding against my chest and spearing my belly as she paused to plant a wet kiss on my left nipple. The sensation made me jab the head of my prick against her navel, leaving a little smear of jism in the dainty hollow.
She slid lower, and my cock was trapped between those warm hills, their nipples digging gently into the creases of hips and thighs. My teeth clenched as I felt her tongue slide into my belly button, twisting and swirling. Her hands squeezed the tits about my prong and I fucked it through the warm embrace while her furry crotch rubbed with growing confidence against my left knee.
The knob of my cock rubbed her soft throat, leaving a trail of slippery pre-come just beneath her dainty chin. She made a little mewling sound and I pushed her head down, gently but firmly.
Her ringers encircled me, warm and teasing, moving up and down as if testing the length and firmness of my prick, Her other hand dipped between my thighs to palm my scrotum, squeezing just enough to roll the tender globes inside the leathery sac. I felt her breath fan the tip of my cock, moist and warm.
"Goddamn, baby!" I groaned. "Go down on it! You're gonna make me come like a fucking fountain!"
The fingers tightened. "That's what I want!" she whispered fiercely. "The others couldn't do it! I want it to spurt, all wet and hot!"
"You just suck it, honey!" I groaned. "You'll get all you can handle!"
She rubbed the slitted tip against her chin, looking up at my anxious face. "You won't make me stop?"
I looked at those soft wet lips. "Try me, baby!"
She looked down, her eyes crossing in concentration, staring at the oozing slit of my glans. Her fingers tightened and pulled, making the purple knob flare even wider, and pressing another globule of seminal lubricant from the pulsating column.
"It's beautiful!" she murmured.
"For Christ's sake!" I groaned. "Do something!"
She made her lips wetter by running her tongue about them. Her mouth opened wide and I felt the softness enfold the head, and the gentle scrape of her teeth as she stretched her jaw to admit the throbbing bulk. The tongue slithered and swirled, massaging and caressing. Hot suction pulled another glob of jism up from my balls and into her mouth. She whined, swallowing with a little movement of her head and a contraction of her slender throat, pausing for a moment as if savoring the flavor of my seminal juice. Then, with a sound that was almost a whimper, she went down on me.
Her lips slid down the shaft, which meant that the huge knob lunged over her writhing tongue to bump her soft palate, sending thrills racing back to my sperm tank where her palm cradled the sensitive orbs. My hips pushed forward, feeding more of my cock into her mouth. Her fingers halted my progress before I invaded her throat. But she began a little bobbing motion that was more than satisfactory, slipping her lips up and down the shaft from the rim of my glans to a point about halfway to the base.
What made it so delightful was the way her tongue curved beneath my prick to shape a wet tunnel as it drove in, then curled back to lash the tender head as it pulled back. She sucked with long deep tugs, swallowing after each one. Her saliva was flowing about my meat, warm and slippery, and I added to it with repeated spurts of jism that made Karen suck harder and swallow more frequently. Her hand was slipping lower on my cock, permitting the head to-drive farther back inside her mouth, and I was hunching it in just as far as she would take it.
I reached down with both hands to cup her bobbing head, not forcing hers but pacing my hunches so that she pulled her lips back as my hips retreated. That way, when we each moved two inches, I was able to slide four inches of prick into her sucking mouth.
Only a few hours before, she had sat beside me, fingers teasing mine, but wearing an air of youthful innocence that made her seem unobtainable. Now, she was sucking my cock with those soft red lips I had watched with such desire. Sucking it with soft slurps as the gathering wetness escaped her mouth to lubricate the fingers that pumped the lower portion of my prong.
Ordinarily, I would have been watching Sherry and Belinda, for their lovely bodies were thrusting and twisting in a series of orgasms that were undoubtedly as pleasant as they sounded. But Karen's tongue was producing such a flurry of thrills that I gave the excited girl my full attention.
Her hand had slipped a little lower, indicating an attempt to take more of my prick, an effort in which I cooperated by hunching harder, slamming my balls against her curled fingers.
I leaned as close as our positions would permit to exclaim, "See how much you can swallow, Karen! Just relax your throat and let it slide in!"
It broke the rhythm we had established. But the result was well worth it. She pressed her mouth down over my shaft until her lips touched the circle of finger and thumb. Then, I felt her tongue soften beneath my cock, and she moved lower.
I didn't force her, although my hips trembled with urgency. My hands guided her tousled head lower and lower, and the knob of my prick eased back into the hot embrace of her throat.
She gagged once, and I started to pull back. But she held the position against my slight pressure until the momentary spasm subsided. Then, without further instruction, she began a full length slide up and down my cock, sucking furiously while the head was just behind her teeth, and polishing it with powerful sweeps of her hot tongue, then relaxing until the knob was pressing between her tonsils.
The hand that had gripped my cock crawled up and over my hip to curve encouraging fingers about the cheek of my ass. My balls slapped gently against her chin, and her nose pressed into the thick pubic hair with each oral engulfment. Little Karen was deep-throating me with a vengeance.
Then, just as I was convinced that she couldn't make it any better, she pulled the head of my prick far back and swallowed. Hot wet tissues closed about the throbbing knob, sucking it deeper, sliding and caressing until I groaned with the ecstasy of the repeated gulping.
"Keep doing that, baby!" I grunted, pounding my cock in and out with savage thrusts that slammed my sperm bag up under her busily working chin. "Goddamn! It's good!"
She seemed to enjoy my exhortations almost as much as she was enjoying my prick. Each time I dragged the plum back up over tongue, she gave a little moan of "unnnnnhhhh!" The sounds were coming closer and closer together as I increased the tempo of my full length plunges into her gulping throat.
Tremors of mounting pleasure rippled through my throbbing pole, spreading to tighten the muscles of my belly and flex the cheeks of my pounding ass. I tried to hold them back, to delay the finale of what I knew could never be repeated. Karen was about to receive her first load of come, and I wanted her hunger to be at its peak.
She recognized the telltale signs, and her fingers flew back to clasp the base of my prick. Her mouth tightened. That was what it felt like. But I realized that she had locked my pole between tongue and palate, the tongue pressing upward against the corded underbelly as she slid the exquisite grip up and down by bobbing her head at a much faster rate than my hips could achieve.
The hot suction was unbelievably good, and getting better. My balls, still cupped in her gently working palm, seemed to churn in their eagerness to release the flood of semen Karen's hungry mouth demanded. I tugged at her blond hair, hearing my prick slide through her dripping fingers to pump its swollen head in the sweet embrace of her greedy lips. Faster and faster, my pulse racing and my breath a hoarse gasping as I fucked her wet mouth with savage thrusts.
"Now, baby!" I cried, my legs and hips jerking as the ecstasy tore through my belly in crushing waves, each one racing through my cock and making it lurch upward against her palate. "Here it comes, Karen! Goddamn! Take it! Drink it down, baby!"
The ecstasy turned to liquid fire that coursed upward from my balls, through the nine-inch column, and into the girl's waiting mouth, spurting against tongue and tissue with a force that surprised her into one brief moment of hesitation. The second spurt lanced through before she could swallow, and some of the thick cream was forced back about my throbbing cock, escaping between its pulsating shaft and her slippery lips.
She gulped down that first mouthful, and gave a nasal grunt of sensual approval. Her cheeks hollowed in savage suction, and her fingers slid down to make way for her lips as they gobbled their way to the root of my cock. My come shot two hot spurts deep in her throat, and she had to retreat in order to swallow the ropy sperm. Her tongue, slippery with my semen, slithered and twisted about the spitting knob as she sucked, and I tugged at her blond hair with the aimlessness of orgasmic release.
Satisfied that she had drawn the last delicious drop from my prong, she pulled her lips from the head and began licking up the spilled cream, her tongue lapping wetly along my cock and over her slender fingers.
She found a wayward smear of come on my balls, and she wriggled lower in the bed, her mouth opening wide to suck the hairy sac between her warm lips, tonguing it with artistic gentleness. My hips bucked involuntarily, and the globe slipped out of her mouth.
"Oh, damn! Yes!" I exclaimed.
She was licking behind my scrotum, running the tip of that hot tongue back and forth from the base of my balls to the sensitive circle of my anus. I lifted one leg, giving her more room, and hoping she would take the hint. She moaned, a soft sound almost like a sob.
"You'll think I'm awful!" she whimpered. "But I can't stop!"
"You're wonderful!" I groaned, shoving my hips forward. "Don't try to stop! Do what you started to do!"
She didn't require much encouragement. Now that she had ingested her first load of come, she was ready to sample the other pleasures so long denied by convention and parental decree.
Karen's mouth fastened like a hungry leech right over my anus, and her tongue tip stabbed the tiny opening with a determined stiffness that spread the tissues and stretched the muscular ring into helpless acceptance.
Wet and hot and slippery, the tongue slid into my asshole, vibrating and twisting as it forced its way deeper and deeper, the tip teasing the tender walls, and the base broadening to expand the nerve laced sphincter into a shuddering ring of pleasure.
"Hey!" Belinda's excited cry snapped my eyes open. "Look what I found!" She was crouched beside me, staring at my rearing cock with a broad grin. Behind her, rubbing her crotch against the girl's ass cheek, Sherry stared over her shoulder to give me a knowing wink. Neither girl made mention of Karen's unusual position and activity. For that, I was glad. She was beginning to move her tongue in and out, and the pleasure was such that I wanted it to continue indefinitely. Being tongue-fucked in the ass by an oversexed teenager is one of life's more satisfying rewards, and I was enjoying every stroke.
"Can you imagine?" Sherry contributed. "A hard prick, and nobody on it! It seems almost sinful!"
Belinda's tone altered as she reached out to trail her soft fingertips up and down my fuckpole, "My god! It's so big!"
I caught a dainty nipple and squeezed it. "I thought you'd been getting some from the boys," I reminded her. "That's not the first cock you've seen."
"They're not even half this big," she murmured, her fingers tightening and beginning a slow pumping. That sensation, added to the thrills produced by Karen's busy tongue, made my ass start hunching again, carefully, so that I wouldn't dislodge that hot probe.
Sherry had disengaged herself from the girl's lovely nakedness, and was fastening the dildo about her slender hips. As she climbed back onto the bed, I saw that she was wearing the smaller one.
She eased it between Belinda's thighs, and the girl looked down to see the rubber head appear just below the wet lips of her sparsely haired cunt. She gave a soft cry as Sherry pushed the heart shaped knob into her labial trench, spreading the soft outer lips apart and nuzzling the tender tissue of the vaginal entrance.
"You are about to be fucked," I observed.
"I know!" Belinda wailed, leaning forward and spreading her knees farther apart as Sherry forced the dildo into the tight opening, its lips made slick by her lengthy oral caresses and the girl's repeated orgasms. "Oh god! Do I know!"
She was still pumping my cock, and Karen was still driving her tongue in and out of my ass. I felt her mouth clamp more tightly about my anus, and I had to grunt with the pleasure of her suction.
Belinda, panting and writhing as Sherry fed the dildo into her tight snatch, bent over my prick, shaping her mouth into a wet oval and fitting it about my strutted glans. She started to hold the head just behind her teeth while her tongue polished it. But Sherry chose that moment to shove the rubber pole all the way in, and the resulting sensation made Belinda's mouth suck my cock back over her tongue and into her gulping throat.
Then, as Sherry worked the shaft in her slippery cunt, the girl fucked her mouth up and down my prick, her tongue dancing and swirling as she sucked, grunting with Sherry's deep plunges and from the pleasure of the occasional spurts of pre-come my cock delivered.
With all the activity just above her blond head, I expected Karen to halt her oral caress of my contracting tail. Instead, it seemed to spur her on to wilder efforts. She stopped sucking to accumulate a mouthful of warm saliva and force it up inside along with that twisting caressing tongue. My ass leaped, shoving my cock so deep in Belinda's throat that she gagged, but kept sucking eagerly. Then, with a greedy tug, Karen pulled the saliva back and forced it in again, literally fucking me with the slippery juice and continuing to ram that tongue in and out with furious thrusts.
Belinda was coining, her pussy responding to Sherry's pounding dildo, and she tried to swallow my prick in her excitement. Karen worked herself into a climax with her oral assault on my ass, and the combination made me erupt with another load of sperm that Belinda gulped with strangled whines of delight.
With Sherry's assistance, I was breaking records right and left. The girls had been there for one hour, and they had both already sucked my cock. I felt a faint tug of doubt that I would actually last through the night. I might be eaten alive!
Chapter Eight
We untangled our naked bodies long enough for a quick shower. Then Sherry led the way back to the studio, demanding that I produce the pictures we had made with Teresa.
I brought them from the darkroom and spread them out on the long table, standing behind the girls as they bent over the photos, their rosy bottoms presenting three tempting targets for my flaccid cock. For the moment, I was drained.
Karen picked up the close up Sherry had made of my prick just entering Teresa's juicy snatch. "I could come," she exclaimed, "just looking at this one!"
"I could come a lot quicker," Belinda chorused, "if it was sticking in me!" She looked around and pursed her lips in a kiss as she winked at my limp dong. "Poor baby! It's all pooped out!"
Sherry laughed. "Give him a little time," she suggested. "He'll be ready for anything."
"I'm hungry," Karen broke in with a bluntness that made us all laugh.
"You just ate," Belinda grinned. She patted her flat belly and licked her lips with exaggeration. "I could drink a gallon of that stuff!"
Sherry pinched her cute rump. "Don't be a pig! Leave some for us."
While I gathered up the photographs, the girls took off for the kitchen, proving a belief I have held for many years, Most girls have little use for a man with a limp cock.
The picture of Teresa's cunt was on top of the stack, and before storing the photographs away, I examined it more closely, comparing it with the three pussies that awaited my rejuvenation.
Correction! Two pussies. Sherry had shown no indication of opening the one door I wanted most to enter. I couldn't complain. She had proven to be an excellent procuress, and the substitutes she had personally supplied were highly satisfactory.
I studied the picture, staring at the soft wet folds of Teresa's young quim, remembering how they had clung to my cock as I rammed it into that slippery hot sheath, and how her vagina had seemed to wriggle ! about my prong when she came.
Damn! Out of the four girls I had given my cock to, I had actually screwed only one! Whether or not I managed to make a clean sweep of the field, there were three pussies that promised just as much pleasure as the one in the picture. Three young juicy slits that I would wrap their pulsating flesh around my cock as I eagerly as their tongues had curled about it in our first encounter.
By the time I had stored the photos and made my way to the kitchen, my prick had climbed to a promising angle, and I was ready for whichever girl wanted to be first. I was even willing to settle for another session with 'Charlie.'
Sherry had brought out a platter of cold fried chicken, and Karen was spreading tuna on slices of bread while Belinda spooned instant coffee into four cups. It was an improbable scene. Four lovely girls, flaunting their nakedness as they prepared the food, and turning to smile at the evidence of my restored masculinity.
"We've been arguing about who gets to sleep with whom?" Sherry informed me.
"Why argue?" I demanded, slipping into a chair and taking the coffee Belinda placed before me. I stared at her cute little tits, but made no move to touch them. "Can't we all use one bed?"
Karen giggled. "We just did."
"We decided on a little more privacy," Sherry went on. "We can always switch around. It's just a way of trying things out."
Belinda perched on a chair and drew her legs up, Indian fashion, her moist slit peeping through the delicate curls. I could see the tiny clitoral nub, slightly swollen and extending in glistening excitement from its fleshy hood. She gnawed carelessly on a chicken leg, her white teeth flashing. A piece of the meat fell to cling precariously on her left breast, and she picked it off, grinning at me as she stuffed it in her red mouth.
"Who gets first crack?" I said, and wondered why they all started giggling.
"You mean which crack do you get first," Belinda said, her mouth full of chicken, and her words muffled.
Karen's smile faded and her hooded, "I get you first," she announced. "Do you mind?"
"I'll answer that in about an hour," I said with a grin. "It should take about that long to check everything out."
Her lips twitched. "Everything?"
Sherry said, "Honey, he means it, H you're not careful, he'll have it in your ear."
"Yeah," I growled. "I'm a dirty old man who practices all kinds of perversions on innocent young girls."
"Goody!" Belinda laughed. "You can practice on me anytime!"
"He said innocent girls, stupid!" Karen reminded her.
Belinda stuck her tongue out. "In my left ear, I'm still innocent!"
We polished off the sandwiches and swallowed the coffee, swapping humorous remarks until Sherry stood up and motioned Belinda to her feet. The girl uncurled her slender legs with a mock groan.
"Here I go to get screwed again!"
"Stop pretending you don't like it," Karen murmured.
"Like it?" Belinda answered laughingly. "I love it! If it wasn't for her big tits, Id swear Sherry was a man!"
"Just keep thinking that way," Sherry said, leading her toward the door. "It makes it better for me."
As the pair disappeared, I looked at Karen. "Ready for fun and games?" I asked gently.
"I'm a little scared," she answered, glancing down as if she had just discovered her nakedness. "It's not the same."
"You mean our being alone?"
She shook her head. "I mean it's not like what T did before. You're awfully big."
"You don't actually think I'd hurt you?"
"You wouldn't mean to," she assured me. "But you'll get so excited you might lose control."
"Suppose you get on top?" I asked. "Would that do for a starter?"
"Do you like it that way?"
I nodded at the blond silk between her thighs. "I'd like that anyway you gave it to me."
She stood up, waiting until I got to my feet. Her nipples flattened against my chest and she squirmed her belly against the hardness of my cock, lips reaching up for a short, but exciting kiss.
"Carry me into the bedroom," she whispered. "Just like before."
I ran my tongue over her tasty lips, making her shiver. "I'll carry you," I said in a soft voice. "But it won't be like before."
"I know," she breathed, trying to catch the tip of my tongue with her sharp teeth. "You're going to fuck me this time."
I picked her up, desire racing through me as she let her body melt against mine. "No," I grinned, walking easily toward my own bedroom. "You're going to fuck me."
Just inside the door, I turned, nodding toward the light switch, just inches from her hand. She shook her head, eyes shining.
"Let's leave it on," she said in a child's voice.
I deposited her bottom on the bed, waiting until she moved over before I lay down on my back beside her, slipping one arm beneath her shoulders and urging her torso upward, pulling her to lean over my face. She poised there, lips parted and tongue curled, her eyes wide in excited wonder.
"I feel like a virgin," she said apologetically.
My left hand fondled a cherry-tipped breast, trying to mask the lust that was building beneath my rearing cock. I kept my voice soft as I asked, "The boy Belinda was teasing you about, how big was his cock?"
"Not really big," she admitted. "They're all just kids. This one boy was larger than the others. That's an."
"Did you blow him?" I watched her face slacken as desire began building, fanned by the recounting of the only past she knew.
"I tried," she answered, closing her eyes as if picturing the effort. "But he pulled away." Her eyes opened to stare at my mouth, hunger dancing in the flickering depths. "I think he was afraid of me."
"Belinda said he made you holler," I persisted. "Did it hurt?"
The blond hair swirled in a quick shake, "It was good. All the others just kind of tickled. I could feel his sliding in and out, and I started to come."
"Didn't you?"
Again the swirl, the silk brushing my chin and throat. "He stopped when I screamed." The eyes pleaded for understanding. "I wanted to come."
"You never did tell me how big it was."
"He said it was five inches." She paused. "About that."
My arm pressed, pulling the lips down until they feathered mine. "Think you can handle nine inches?"
Her tongue teased me. "Want to know what Belinda said about your cock, before we came over here?"
"Fuck Belinda," I murmured, meeting the warm wetness with my own lingual muscle.
"Sherry's doing that," she reminded me, half serious. "She said if it was too big to fuck, we could always suck it."
I kissed her chin, sliding my lips down the softness of her throat toward those inviting nipples. She helped by scooting upward, and my mouth closed over a succulent finger, nibbling the spongy flesh and rolling its tip with my tongue.
She moaned, arching her body, and I felt the hot wetness of her pussy on my hip, pressing and grinding. I opened my mouth wider, sucking as much of the breast into it as my straining jaw would permit, bathing it in saliva and caressing the tasty flesh with broad sweeps of my tongue. I left a wet trail between the mounds as I paid homage to the other tit, then urged her body higher, my tongue licking down to spear her dainty navel.
Karen sensed my intention, and her hips swung upward, one slender thigh sliding across my chest, her movements hesitant until I grabbed her narrow waist and settled her lovely body astride mine. The blond fur of her pussy contrasted strangely with the black wire on my chest. But I let it remain there only long enough to feel the wetness of her young slit against my skin.
"Oh, Brad!" She sighed the words as I pulled the juicy cunt down onto my open mouth, and my tongue forced the trembling lips of her vagina apart to slide into the delicious corridor.
The scent and taste of her filled my nose and mouth, heightening both my desire and the enjoyment of that tangy honey that flowed around my probing tongue and into my hungry mouth. I made a circle with my tongue, sucking the juice through its curved trench, and caressing the shivering walls of her cunt with slow in and out thrusts.
Her ass wiggled and her thighs rippled with mounting pleasure. Her fingers played aimlessly about my head before settling on my ears, pulling my face into her grinding crotch. Her pubic silk rubbed my nose and eyes, and I deserted the delightful doorway to fasten my lips about the thrusting ringer of her clitoris, sucking its throbbing bulk with hungry tugs. I felt it swell against my tongue, then retreat into its fleshy hood as the spasms of orgasm thundered through her cunt. Quickly and eagerly, I drove my tongue back into that gushing vagina, swallowing rapidly as her delicious nectar filled my mouth and spilled onto my busily working chin.
She screamed. The piercing wail shattered the near silence and almost made me tear my mouth from that overflowing fountain. Her soft pussy lips slammed fiercely against my teeth, grinding and bucking in the grip of an ecstasy beyond her control. Her fingers clawed at my ears, as if trying to stuff my head inside that convulsing vagina, and I tongued her as fast as my straining oral muscles would permit.
I could not see Sherry and Belinda as they entered, for Karen's belly was jammed against my forehead, blocking my view. But I heard their excited voices.
"I told you," Belinda's voice exclaimed. "She yells every time she comes!"
"My god!" Sherry cried. "She sounded like she was being killed!"
Belinda chuckled. "She scared the pee out of me the first time we played with each other. I thought I had hurt her some way."
"Don't your parents ever hear her?"
"Not often. She bites on something to muffle the sound. But she says it feels better when she can yell like that."
Karen found her voice beneath the shifting layers of lingering ecstasy, and I felt her cunt squeeze my tongue as she said, "Go away, you two! We want some privacy!"
I sucked in a mouthful of her vaginal honey, mixed it with saliva, and forced it back inside the pliant lips of her cunt. She shivered as I urged her hips backward, freeing my mouth. I licked my lips, blinking up at her. Sherry and Belinda stood beside the bed, drinking in the sight as Karen worked her way down to straddle my hips, my cock reaching almost to her crotch hi its throbbing stance.
"Please!" Karen exclaimed, "Leave us alone! You'll have your turn."
I found even that thought exciting. It was true. After Karen, I would fuck Belinda. I tried to think of screwing Sherry, but the picture eluded me. My fingers tugged at her slender waist.
"Let me see it sliding in!" Belinda pleaded, her voice dripping desire. I was glad they had decided she would be second. Younger than the girl whose cunt I was about to enter, Belinda was also the most eager, Or so I thought.
"Ignore them, sweetheart," I said softly. "I've got that pussy nice and slick. All you have to do is ease your hips down."
She closed her eyes, tilting her head back until her throat arched, and I could see the little pulse beat. Her hand wrapped itself about my prong, and I guided her luscious cunt down to fit the labial folds about the heart-shaped knob. The juicy lips stretched into a compliant circle, wider and wider.
"Oh ... Oh, god ... Oh!" The faint cry hardly reached her clenched teeth.
She was tighter than I had expected. The channel that had accepted my tongue was stretched almost beyond its capacity by my swollen glans. The soft lips became elastic bands that were pushed inward as the head of my prick sank out of sight in the golden curls.
It was my turn to groan, for the vaginal muscles gripped me with powerful spasms, chewing and sliding as she held her hips almost motionless, testing her ability and savoring the thrill of that punishing expansion.
The tension of her labia pulled her taut little clitoris down to press hard against my prick, and the slight movement of the labial collar frictioned it with predictable results.
"I'm o ... gonna ... come ... again!"
I was ready for her scream. I was also ready for the churning of that juicy mouth that was clamped about the head of my cock. I started pulling at her waist with the first rising note, and by the time the wail had faded, I had over half my cock crammed inside her snug little crack.
Sherry and Belinda tiptoed from the room to pursue their own pleasure, and Karen stared down at her partial impalement with lust glazed eyes. The cherry nipples jiggled as she gave a convulsive shudder that rippled the tight vagina about my pole, and the hot juices gurgled out to trickle down the waiting remainder of the thick shaft.
"How is it, baby?" I groaned, making her shudder again by lifting my hips just enough to force the knob a little deeper into the mushy resistance of her pussy.
She tried to speak, her lips working over the tightly clenched teeth, and her face contorted with pleasure and strain. But all that issued was a husky whimper and a little trickle of saliva that ran unheeded down her dainty chin.
"Just a little more, Karen," I urged. "Then we can fuck like crazy!" I had already discovered that words affected her almost as much as the tactile sensation, and I put the knowledge to use.
"That's what you want, isn't it, baby? You want that big prick deep inside your cunt, where you can feel it throbbing and stretching that little pussy until you can't stop coming!"
Her head bobbed hysterical agreement, the blond hair swirling until it covered half her face. She released her grip on the base of my cock, and clutched at my hairy chest, leaning over me as she lowered another inch of slippery cunt onto my prick.
With two inches left, she braced herself, and dragged the clinging walls of her vagina back up the shaft, frictioning every nerve in her tortured labia, and making my prick jerk with powerful shudders inside the tight sheath.
She was slick from my oral caresses, and from the two orgasms she had already chalked up. And, since my cock had expanded the channel with its sheer bulk, the trip back to the head was quick and easy. Then, without hesitation, she rode down the pole with a savage thrust of her agile pelvis, sliding the cunt farther onto my prong as the swollen knob bored into the yielding corridor, widening it, and massaging the expanded walls.
Sweat beaded her face and shoulders, trickling down the bobbing breasts as she hunched her pussy up and down my cock with ever increasing speed. She was taking almost the full nine inches, and I could tell from the feel of that clutching sheath that there was just enough room for her complete impalement.
I pulled her face down until her drooling lips touched mine, and the sweat streaked tits rolled and slid against my hairy chest. "Take it all, Karen!" I gasped, slipping my hands down to cup her flexing ass cheeks. "Goddamn, baby! I've got to have all of it!"
She climbed to the top, sucked in a deep breath, and slammed her ass down just as I rammed my hips upward. Her furry pubic arch crashed against mine, my balls squeezed into the crack of her tail, and my prick was delightfully and throbbingly hilted in her churning pussy.
She started back up the pole, but my hands held her hips down, and I began twisting my ass, working my cock about inside her slippery snatch, massaging her cervical mouth and grinding the pulsating knob against the deepest fold of her vaginal wall.
Just when her whole body was shaking from the furious sensations, I rammed my tongue in her mouth and did a quick shift of my hands from her hips to her shoulders. The release let her ass spring upward, and her pussy slid almost off my cock before she reversed direction and began a rhythmic posting that carried her cunt sphincter from the base of my glans to the base of my prick.
Wet with her own generous fluids and the spurts of jism I had deposited deep in the torrid interior, her pussy glided and wriggled up and down my prick, propelled by her vigorous hunches, and made more excitingly pleasurable by the little twist of her pelvis as she fucked me.
Each stroke was audible as a sucking slurp, followed by a sound like an oily piston ramming forcefully into a tightly fitted cylinder. Superimposed were my heavy breathing and Karen's sharp gasp each time the prick jammed past her womb mouth to hilt itself in her writhing belly.
The pleasure mounted and swelled, becoming a sharp sensation that bordered on agony, demanding release through the frictioning of our pounding organs. The sensation climbed higher, plucking at our taut nerves with fiery fingers as our bellies slapped and quivered, and our buttocks jerked and twisted in a desperate bid to exact the last possible thrill from our meshed loins.
I lifted her into the air as my balls exploded and my cock erupted with a powerful spurt of thick hot semen that sprayed her greedy womb and bathed her pussy walls with its slippery wetness. I held her there, impaled on my jetting spear, while she rocked her ass back and forth in the violence of her answering climax, her pussy squeezing and sucking my prick as her vagina yielded its own liquid passion to mingle with my splashing come.
She screamed into my mouth and about the tongue I tried to shove all the way down her throat, down to where my prick had emptied its first load between those vibrating tonsils.
Her pussy screamed too, a silent ululation that shuddered along the full nine inches of my cock. Not once, but again and again, each powerful tremor ending with a greedy suction that drew my sperm from my tingling balls in what felt like gushes, rather than the usual ejaculatory spurts.
Without separating, we rolled onto our sides, gasping for breath, and reaching for one last spasm of ecstasy from our frantic union. There were no words, and no need for them. In a tangle of arms, legs, lips and swollen nipples, with my cock still hard and hilted in her well-reamed cunt, we slept.
I had no idea when Sherry and Belinda joined us, or how long Sherry had been greedily feasting between Karen's willing thighs. But they were there, and Belinda's delightfully warm bottom was pressed against my swelling staff, wiggling happily as she felt it grow and slide quiveringly between her legs.
She tried to steer the head into her willing cunt, and I jabbed repeatedly against the soft meat of her labia, seeking that inviting slit that nibbled eagerly at my glans. But no amount of pelvic effort would bring the connection we both sought.
With an impatient cry, she broke free to roll onto her back, spreading her legs and stuffing a hastily procured pillow beneath her wiggling ass. The ovate slit of her pussy lifted slippery lips in invitation, the labial folds quivering as the shiny pink clitoris throbbed hotly above the clenching entrance.
I climbed atop the girl with a murmured curse, feeling her warm thighs cradle my hips as her knees climbed high and her heels planted themselves just beneath my elevated buttocks. Her arms, soft but determined, drew my upper body down against hers, chest to small tits, and mouth to youthfully sweet lips and tongue.
My first pelvic stab rammed the head of my prick hard against her stiffened clitoris, and she grunted with pleasure as her ass twisted to rub the swollen finger over the slitted tip of my prong. Instead of trying again, I held my cock in position and let her enjoy the erotic massage while my tongue probed her tasty mouth, trembling with pleasure as she sucked it with the same hungry pull she had exercised on my phallus.
She shifted her hips beneath me, and I felt my prick slide into that yielding oval of hot girl-flesh, its lips tight about the head, and the vaginal walls tighter still.
I forced my cock into the spasming corridor, spreading the meaty folds into a shivering clasp of hot slippery membrane. My fingers girdled her writhing hips and pulled them higher, tugging the pussy onto my prick like an impossibly small glove, my ass twisting to screw the probe into that torrid embrace that spilled its vaginal lava like a liquid carpet of erotic welcome.
The deeper my cock invaded her cunt, the tighter it seemed to become, as if the channel narrowed as it approached her convulsing uterus. It was too tight! With my hips pressing, and Belinda's ass reaching up and twisting cooperatively, my cock was lodged only halfway, the head trapped in that churning pussy like a spawning salmon caught in a channel too small for its girth.
"You're too big!" Belinda panted, still grinding that juicy grip about as much of my cock as she could manage.
"Karen took all of it," I reminded her. "If you'll just push a little harder!"
She pushed, and I pushed, and we both grunted as the pressure became uncomfortable. Belinda groaned her dismay. "All I've been thinking about was having you fuck me. Now, we can't get the damned thing in."
"Maybe I can get it in the other way," I suggested hopefully. "I want it just as much as you do,"
"Yeah," she said breathlessly. "But I want it right where it is."
Sherry pulled her cream-smeared face from between Karen's thighs to interrupt with "Why don't you let him give it to you in the tail? Then, when it starts going down, you can take it in your pussy."
Belinda frowned. "You mean put it in while it's soft?"
Sherry paused to plant a juicy kiss on Karen's clitoris before answering. "Honey, Brad never gets soft. I'll guarantee that he'll still be hard. But it will be a little smaller."
Belinda's eyes blinked up at me. "What if I can't take it in my bottom?"
I bit her nose. "Baby, you just turn over and spread your cheeks. You'll take it."
She worked her hips in a rapid circle. "It feels too good to take it out."
My answer was a quick tug that pulled my prick out with a noisy squishing. While Belinda rolled onto her stomach, I padded to the cluttered dresser and found a jar of Vaseline, smearing it over the purple knob of my prick, and carrying another glob back on my index finger. I knelt behind her, watching her hands reach awkwardly to pull her rosy buttocks apart and bare that tiny brown circle.
My finger slid into the hot grip with relative ease, and Belinda emitted a soft whimper as I shoved it deep and wiggled it about to coat the intestinal walls.
"Ummmm!" she murmured. "You can keep doing that!"
"I will," I answered. "But I'll be using my dick." She bucked a little when I started through the sphincter. Then, as I snapped through to drill into her slippery chute, she responded with a delightful grinding that provided a perfect counterpoint to my deep, steady plunges.
I was too hot to drag the action out the way I would have liked. Also, I was anxious to try Sherry's suggestion, for Belinda's pussy promised to be a real prize. I began pounding faster.
Then, as the channel chewed and sucked on my cock, I stopped thinking of anything except fucking her hot slippery tail, and Belinda began climbing toward her own orgasmic paradise.
She tried to push her bottom upward, but I slammed her down with the sheer force of my hammering. My balls splashed into the crack of her pussy with each savage entry, faster and harder, until the bed shook, and Karen looked over to exclaim, "My god!"
My damned up semen burst through nine inches of hilted prick to spurt into her belly, and Belinda's ass performed a frantic dance as her cunt responded to the seminal shower in her intestine by pouring out its own cream in a wrenching climax.
I didn't want to move. Supported by her lovely nakedness, my prick buried in her hot little rump, I was willing to spend the rest of the night. But Belinda had different ideas.
"Hurry!" she gasped, bucking her ass up against my belly. "I can feel it getting smaller."
Her excitement was contagious. I dragged my diminishing cock from her well-reamed butt, and rocked back on my heels while she rolled over and angled her thighs again. She held up both arms with a happy grin.
"Gimme!" she cried. She had forgotten the pillow, but her heels were firmly planted to lift her crotch into perfect position.
I gripped the base of my prong just long enough to center its tip on the target. Then I slipped my hands beneath her soft shoulders and tightened my fingers.
My buttocks flexed, and my prick slid into that tight sheath. Deeper. Deeper. My balls collided with her anal cleft, and my pubic arch jammed against hers. I was in her. All the way.
Small nipples burned my chest, and she dragged my tongue into her mouth in a long greedy kiss. Her hips remained motionless, but the muscles of her vagina caressed my cock with slow undulation, hot, wet, and incredibly good.
Belinda's pussy was getting tighter. At least, that's the way it felt. The soft, buttery tissues were beginning to grip my prick more forcefully, moving restlessly around the buried head like fiercely lapping waves. She tore her lips from mine with a husky cry.
"Oh, damn! I can feel it growing!"
We were feeling the same thing, but the sensation was far different. Surrounded by that undulating sheath, my cock was swelling to its full length and thickness, expanding vaginal walls with its growth, stretching the slippery membranes and filling her hungry cunt with throbbing hardness.
"I feel like I'm about to burst!" she gasped. Her hips stirred. "If you don't fuck me, I'm gonna come anyway!"
The only reason I hadn't already done that was the fear that I would pull my prick out of that snug little pussy, and be unable to get it back in again. Now that I was all the way in, I didn't want to risk a retreat.
"What if it hurts you when I start?" I demanded, stalling for time. She was still flexing those vaginal walls. Much of that delightful squeezing, and I wouldn't have to do anything else.
She flattened her feet against the bed, her arms wrapping about my neck. "Fuck me anyway!" she whispered. "Even if I beg you to stop, keep going till you come!"
"Fast?" I teased. "Or slow?"
Her hips pushed upward. "Damn you, Brad! Fast! And hard!"
The first few strokes were anything but fast. The vacuum of her cunt made it feel as if my cock was being pulled out by the root. The vaginal walls tried to follow the retreating shaft, and Belinda uttered a wail as my prick slid outward. Her ass climbed to lessen the strain, placing her in target position for my first thrust.
"OOOOUUUNNNGGHHH!"
My cock drove in like a greased piston, stretching the spasming sleeve and packing her cunt with pulsating hardness, jabbing the mushy depths and frictioning labia, clitoris and cervix as it hilted and withdrew for a series of savage thrusts that made her ass gyrate in helpless cooperation.
Her hot slippery juices bubbled out around my sliding pole, gurgling and squishing, forming a collar of white froth about the thick base, and gathering in the matted hair that slapped noisily against her own cream-soaked triangle.
Her legs climbed along my pounding hips, finally reaching toward the ceiling in desperate strain, and bicycling wildly to agitate the pelvis I hammered with furious thrusts.
There was no longer any time for kisses, or for the pleasurable manipulation of those tiny nipples that rolled and yielded beneath my sliding chest. Belinda, like me, was concerned only with the agonized ecstasy of the hot wet frictioning of her young cunt, and every movement was calculated to increase the thrills that stabbed through our bodies as my prick plunged deep into her boiling cauldron and stirred the torrid mixture of our carnal juices.
She came repeatedly, grinding that delicious pussy about my cock and rippling the vaginal muscles along its probing hardness. Teeth clenched and face contorted, her head rolled from side to side as the orgasmic convulsions spread throughout her sweat drenched body. Her eyes bulged in disbelief at the sheer violence of each climax, and her legs, scissoring now, worked past my waist to clamp my heaving rib cage in powerful squeezing.
Still fucking with savage hunches, I let her feel my weight on those taut-nippled tits long enough to slide my arms behind her bent knees, drawing them up until her body was curved in a bow of helpless acceptance, her cunt elevated and splayed for my jarring thrusts.
With her legs locked over my arms, I slipped both hands beneath her head and tangled her hair in my fingers, my cock driving in and out of her gurgling snatch with even faster strokes.
Each time I hammered it into the tight channel and pulled it back through the clinging wetness, I felt the exquisite tremors of pleasure become more intense, their tingling fingers reaching down toward my bouncing balls as if groping for some hidden trigger that would release my roiling sperm.
Her ass was sopping wet with the overflow of thick cream, its sticky fluid stirred and spread by the repeated slap of my scrotum against her tightly stretched perineum and winking anus. She wiggled it and hunched it as much as her position would permit. But the speed of my pile driver attack allowed only the internal muscles to lend their full effectiveness to our frantic coupling. Like velvet bands coated with hot butter, they clenched and shuddered about my prick, sucking avidly as if aware that my semen was about to wash over their hungry folds.
At the last possible moment, I pulled my cock back until the head was trapped by her convulsing labia, and I stared down into her tortured face as she fought to draw me back inside her writhing vagina.
"Now, baby!" I groaned, my hips jerking with a wildness I could hardly control. "Make me come! Make that pussy suck it out!"
Her eyes glared at me with a lust older than time. Her lips drew back in an animal like snarl, and her tongue curled upward to press inward on her upper lip. She sucked in a deep breath, the air whistling through her wet mouth on either side of that dainty tongue.
Her cunt squeezed, the constriction about my sensitive shaft making me grunt. Then, so quickly I almost surrendered to the hot tugging, she expanded the vaginal walls to create a powerful suction that I felt all the way to my sperm-laden balls.
The muscles relaxed with matching speed, and the mushy tissues slid caressingly about the head of my cock, kissing and licking for one delightful moment before another powerful expansion sucked a gob of thick jism from deep inside the shaft.
I felt my balls tighten, and my come surged upward with a violence that wrenched at every nerve of my body. Ecstasy became some indefinable sensation that shuddered and ripped at my guts as my sperm lanced into her greedy pussy in hot gushes.
Her eyes bulged, and her mouth flew open in a soundless scream as she felt the hot cream spurt through the labial ring and into her thirsty cunt.
My ass hammered up and down, unable to resist the keen pleasure of each vicious thrust, ramming my spurting prick to the balls with the rhythm of release, plunging the head against the churning depths with every seminal volley, its ropy liquid sucked from me by her convulsing pussy.
Long after I was drained, and I had released her legs to let them fall weakly to either side of my trembling thighs, her cunt continued to ripple its come-soaked walls about my cock.
I kissed her wet panting mouth when she managed to gasp, "I thought I was gonna die! And I didn't care! Oh, god, Brad! It was so good!"
I began moving my hips while our mouths were still clamped together, tongues flashing and curling. My prick slid in and out of that dripping cunt, sending fresh tremors through the slippery walls.
"How about seconds?" I whispered against her warm lips.
"I couldn't!" she wailed, her ass working to increase the beginning pleasure of my cock's pistoning. "Honest! I can't stand any more! You'll fuck me to death, Brad! I've already come a dozen times!"
"Make it two dozen!" I was stroking now, deep and hard.
"You bastard!" she cried, arms and legs encircling me, and her ass catching the rhythm. "Do it! Oh dear god! Fuck it!"
Which was exactly what I intended to do anyway.
Chapter Nine
The girls let me sleep late, leaving a cryptic note on the door of the refrigerator. It read, "You were so deep in sleep, we thought we'd run along. It shouldn't be too hard to fix your own breakfast."
Then I grinned when I noticed the words "deep," "long" and "hard" were underlined. Sherry's sense of humor added spice to the girl's complete amorality. She had spent only five nights with me, and each one had brought a new dimension to my entire existence.
Not only had I enjoyed the varied positions and differing talents of the four lovely youngsters, and added to the material for my sketches, but I had come to regard the community as more than the back side of creation it had seemed before Sherry's arrival.
Still withholding that furry slit, while giving me full access to every other part of her lovely body, she had served as an erotic catalyst, catapulting me into the sexual lives of my neighbors to a degree I had never anticipated.
I worked until lunch time, pausing only when Sherry returned to insist that I eat the sandwiches she prepared and brought to the studio. We talked easily about Teresa and the Duff girls.
"She said she'd never felt anything so wonderful," Sherry reported. She pursed her lips in thought. "It must have been pretty good for you."
I grinned. "You were there. You ought to know." I drained the coffee cup and replaced it on the tray. "I've got another problem with the strip. The hero is climbing the wall because a certain girl won't let him ball her. How does he persuade her that she'll enjoy it just as much as he will?"
She pretended to consider the question, but there was a twinkle in her eyes when she replied, "Have them attend a party, and let the girl see how much all the other females want the guy. If he does it just right, she might open up."
I took it as a veiled promise. I wanted desperately to fuck her. But the substitutes she had wrapped about my cock in the form of warm lips and wriggling bottom were, in themselves, far more than I had expected. E Sherry wanted to play the "Charlie" game again, she would find me a willing partner.
"The party is at six," she said, standing and picking up the tray. "I'll call you at four, so you'll have plenty of time."
I looked at her bare thighs. "I could take some time off right now," I suggested. "We haven't had much time alone."
"Don't be impatient, Uncle Bradley," she murmured in that deceptive little-girl voice. "You can wait until tonight."
The night came, which was more than I could say for myself. Sherry kept me at arm's length until we were in the car. There, with a grin, she let me kiss her, and she pressed her fingers over my fly as she whispered, "Wouldn't it be wild if everyone could do exactly what they wanted to tonight?"
"Good Lord!" I exclaimed. "You know how these people are."
She dimpled, pushing herself away to sit sedately by the door. "From what I've seen, they pretend to be sexless. But, if they get the opportunity, they'll fuck anybody or anything."
Fay met us before I could get the car door opened, and gave me another message with her bold tit as she gripped my arm. The girls, Karen and Belinda, played their roles to perfection, making me wonder if I hadn't merely dreamed that they had both sucked and fucked me like little imps.
The girls dragged Sherry off to meet the other teenagers, and Fay led me over to where her husband was boring a group of men and women with a lengthy story without point or punch line.
The entire backyard of the parsonage had been decorated with paper streamers, and colored lights illuminated the tables loaded with tasty dishes prepared by the ladies of the church.
The group breathed a collective sigh as Carl broke off the endless tale to grip my hand and spend five minutes describing his elation at my presence. Fay finally came to my rescue.
"Let Mr. Crossman meet the other guests, Carl," she insisted, grabbing my arm again and stabbing me with that savage nipple. "Why don't you find Sherry and welcome her?"
The preacher rushed off enthusiastically, and Fay urged me through the chatting groups toward a shadowed corner of the big yard. I caught a glimpse of Mary Lou Savage and Teresa talking with Sherry, and Mary Lou made a move in my direction, only to be tugged back by Sherry's insistent fingers.
Beyond the last table, with a sprawling bush blocking us from sight, Fay came to a halt and swung me around, Jabbing both tits against my chest and catching my other arm with a feverish grip.
"Don't you know what you're doing to me?" she demanded, rubbing the big breasts back and forth. "Are you completely blind?"
"What am I doing?" I asked. It was a frank question. All I-could recall having done was submit to her mauling. I was sure she knew nothing about the far different treatment of her two lovely daughters.
"You're making me forget that I'm a minister's wife," she gushed. Her hips moved in to begin grinding out a message to my receptive cock. "For god's sake! Kiss me!"
I didn't kiss her. Fay Savage kissed me. Both arms snaked about my neck, and she plastered her wet mouth against mine. It was sheer reflex that shoved my tongue between her teeth.
She snorted, and for a moment I thought the move had turned her off. Instead, she began sucking for dear life, swirling her tongue against mine and jamming her hot cunt ridge against my crotch like a sex-crazed whore.
I didn't intend it, but my cock responded by growing to its full length in record time, and my hands went automatically to the firm buttocks that were twisting in unrestrained hunger.
Fay's lips came away, wet and trembling. "Oh! I've never been kissed that way!" she panted. "More! Please!"
Our mouths clashed and, this time, I pulled her tongue in like a fighting fish, chewing and thoroughly enjoying the taste and texture of that writhing muscle. I finally let her breathe normally again.
"Oh, god! If Carl would do that, I'd die!" she gurgled.
I turned loose of one ass cheek to pull her right arm down, sliding my grip up her wrist and forcing her hand between us. She resisted until she discovered where I was taking her. Then, her fingers gripped me with excited fluttering, climbing up and down the outline of my cock as if to reassure themselves of its reality.
"Oh, my! Oh!" she panted, her eyes bugging in amazement. "What on earth is that?"
She had to be putting me on. I decided to play it straight. "It's a cock!" I said hoarsely. "And you can blame yourself for its condition."
"It can't be!" she whispered, her wet lips working about the words. "Nobody has one that big!" It was no act. She was really surprised.
I took a quick look around the bush to make sure we were safe. My hand covered hers and moved It lower, letting her fondle the outlined globes. Her eyes widened even more.
"Tell me," I said gently. "How big is Carl's?"
The arm about my neck pulled back, and she held up her thumb and forefinger extended. It was my turn to look surprised. If she was telling the truth, Fay Savage was being diddled by a five-inch pecker. No wonder she had been trying to screw me with her tit. The nipple on that big warm mound was damn near as large as her husband's prick!
She was trying to find my zipper, her hand rumbling between us as she continued to move her well-shaped ass in a steady grind. Her breath washed warmly over my throat, coming in little gasps that signaled the nearness of an orgasm. I was discovering where Karen and Belinda got their easily aroused natures. Their mother was one more warm-blooded chick.
I heard Carl's stentorian baritone approaching, and I pushed Fay's hand away from my crotch, stepping a respectable distance from those bullet-tipped breasts as her husband rounded the bush to give me a slap on the back.
"Bradley, my boy!" he boomed. "That niece of yours is a real treasure! Karen and Belinda are positively smitten by her."
"You have two charming daughters," I replied, including Fay in the compliment. "They seemed to enjoy their visit."
"Oh, my!" Fay gushed, moving closer. "They did! That's all they've talked about since then."
Carl let me have that big hand on the shoulder again. "I've been meaning to ask you, Bradley, about my camera." He turned to Fay. "Do you know where I put it, love?"
"Mr. Crossman isn't interested in your camera, Carl. My goodness! You can't invite the man to a party and ask him to check an old worn-out Kodak."
"Bradley doesn't mind," Carl brushed her off. "Do you?"
"Of course not." It was the only thing I could say. "It's really a party for the young people. I just tagged along."
Carl nodded approvingly. "Fay," he boomed. "Show Bradley the camera and see if he can get it to work." He leaned forward toward me as if sharing a confidence. "I'm attending a conference later this week, and I'd love to take it along." To Fay, he said, "I'll mingle with our guests, dear."
He moved off majestically, and Fay seized my arm, pulling me around the edge of the crowd toward the house, practically pushing me through the back door.
The kitchen, cluttered from the earlier preparation, was deserted. She urged me across it, into a shadowed hallway to a door she opened to disclose a small room with drawn shades, lighted only by a dim bulb-in an old-fashioned pull-chain fixture.
Cardboard boxes were stacked along the two side walls, and an old trunk hugged the space beneath the single window. It was obviously a storage room of sorts. Fay closed the door and slid a small bolt into position.
The bullets found my chest again, and her mouth demanded my immediate and complete attention. Her hips crowded close and my cock rose to the occasion with admirable swiftness. This time, as if her earlier effort had been a practice run, her ringers went directly to the talon of my zipper, running it down so her warm hand could dive inside my fly.
I had to help her draw it out, breaking the wet kiss as we moved apart, and my prick sprang out in angled stiffness, responding to her eager fingering by spilling a little pearl of jism from its plumlike knob.
Fay stood with the trunk directly behind her as she stared down at the long thick cock, tightening her grip in a bid to make finger and thumb meet, and finding it impossible. She settled for pumping it, a movement which produced a delightful sensation in my balls.
"It's beautiful!" she murmured. "So big and hard! I could kiss it! I really could!"
It occurred to me that this lovely woman had probably never done that. Certainly, Carl would not permit her such liberties, and she had married him when she was a mere girl.
"Why don't you?" I asked quietly.
"What?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine.
"I asked why don't you kiss it?"
She looked down at her stroking hand. "You'd think I was being silly," she whispered. "It's just that ... I've dreamed of touching one this big." She shivered deliciously. "Oh! I do want to!"
She sank down onto the trunk, bringing her face level with my cock. Her hand shifted its grip and she tugged another glob of lubricant from the slit.
"Kiss it, Fay," I urged, easing my hips forward until the head was only an inch from her parted lips. "I'd love to feel your tongue slide over it, knowing that you were enjoying it too."
She stared, her nostrils flaring in excitement. When she spoke, she seemed to be reminding herself of a fact, rather than passing the information along to me.
"I haven't had an orgasm in ten years," she whispered. "If I put my mouth on you, I'll lose control. I know I will."
"Lose it, baby!" I exclaimed. The whole crazy scene was getting to me. My balls were beginning to feel tight and swollen.
"You'll have to tell me what to do," she hesitated.
"Just open your mouth, Fay," I said gently. "And take it in."
She licked her lips nervously. "What do I do then?" Her shoulders moved and the big tits jiggled. "I know people do that. But I don't know exactly what they do. I want it to be good for you."
"Pretend it's a big stick of candy," I told her. "You work the sugar up with your tongue, then you suck it off,"
"What if I make you ... ?" She tried again. "What if you come?"
"Would you like me to come?" My prick was really throbbing now.
"Oh, yes!" she answered quickly. "It's just that ... Do I swallow it?"
"Wouldn't you like to drink it, Fay?" I asked, slipping my hand down between her circling fingers and the base of my cock. I closed the gap between us and brushed the slippery tip against her warm lips. "Wouldn't you like to suck it and feel it spurt all hot and good in your mouth?"
Her only answer was a little whine of long-denied hunger. The lips crawled about the head of my prick, and her tongue slid slowly across the sensitive tip, tasting and testing. Then, it began a worshipful dance, polishing and massaging in a caress that made my ass start pushing the shaft farther into her warm wet mouth.
"Suck it, Fay!" I exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Suck it and slide your lips up and down on it!"
Her fingers squeezed harder and her mouth eased farther onto my prick, letting the knob slip over her swirling tongue until it pressed against the softness of her palate. She gave a little mewling sound and her cheeks dimpled with suction.
My cock throbbed with pleasure, spilling a glob of jism onto the back of her tongue, and she moved her head in a screwing motion as she savored the taste of the salty liquid, then swallowed it with a convulsive shudder. Her eyes opened wide, rolling upward to meet my heated stare, telling me that she found the seminal sample pleasing.
"There's a lot more, Fay," I groaned. "Just keep sucking."
The admonishment was unnecessary. Fay Savage was sucking my prick like a thirsty animal, sliding her lips up and down the pole in a fucking stroke that pulled more of the creamy jism up from my balls. Her hand pumped the base in time with her oral tugs, and I helped by hunching my cock hi and out of her mouth. I found that moving my hips faster increased the bobbing of her head, so I started pouring the meat into her jaw with swifter strokes, each one carrying me closer to the thing we both wanted.
I changed my mind at the last possible moment, for I could feel my semen churning and surging at the root of my throbbing prick. I decided to let her have the load in her long-denied cunt.
"Let me finish up in your pussy!" I grunted, careful to avoid her carefully coiffed hair as my fingers urged her head upward and back. Then I grunted again, for Fay's mouth tightened, and I felt her teeth touch my shaft with just enough pressure to convince me that further withdrawal was not practical.
"Don't you want me to fuck you?" I asked, halting my attempt to disengage my cock.
Her head bobbed an obvious assent. But the effect was a vigorous oral massage of my glans that carried me another step toward the explosion that was rapidly becoming inevitable. She gave a series of nasal whinnies and the sound vibrated through the lips and tongue that continued their greedy play. Fay was making it quite clear that she wanted to go all the way, and my straining prick was ready to accompany her across the finish line.
"Take it deeper!" I gasped, releasing her head and my waning self control at the same moment. "Show me how much you want it!"
She made room by sliding her fingers closer to the base, and sucked her way down my prong, taking the pulsating head into her throat. She gagged, a convulsion that tightened the hot membranes about my cock in a delightful squeezing. But she didn't stop trying. After two more attempts, she had almost the full length plunging between those slurping lips.
"Damn, baby!" I groaned. "Don't stop now! I'm almost there!"
A heavy pounding on the door behind me made my asshole tighten, and I almost dislodged her tonsils with a reactive shove. Fay gagged again, and the single massage was all I needed to trigger my orgasm.
"Fay!" Carl Duffs pulpit roar ripped through the door. "Did you find it?"
Fay's lips raced up my cock at the same instant the first surge of semen barreled up the throbbing shaft. She let the head slip out of her mouth.
"Yes, dear!" Her voice was startlingly normal. "We just located it!"
My semen spurted from the tip of my prick, splat-ting against her upper lip and running down to where her tongue rushed out to block its escape.
"Can you fix it?" Carl demanded. He still hadn't tried the doorknob. My second surge was halfway up the column.
Fay gave a suppressed groan and literally grabbed my cock with her mouth, catching the thick cream on her swirling tongue and sucking with furious motions of her jaw.
"I'm fixing it now!" I called over my shoulder, hunching my spitting pole in and out of Fay's gulping throat as my balls emptied themselves with delightful spasms. "It won't take long!"
"Don't rush," he admonished me. "I'll get on back to the party."
His audible retreat permitted us the exquisite pleasure of vocalizing our reaction to the last few ejaculatory offerings.
"That's it, Fay!" I groaned, jabbing the head against her writhing tongue as she spread the hot cream over the spurting tip. "Suck it all out!"
Her response was a throaty gurgle and a more rapid movement of tongue and jaw. The oral muscle stiffened, and I thought for a moment she was actually going to succeed in sticking the tip inside my expanded slit.
Satisfied that the delicious fountain had finally run dry, she sucked her way off my stem and licked her lips lasciviously. "Did I make it feel good?" she asked huskily, still holding the base with trembling fingers. I patted her cheeks with both hands, gently and approvingly.
"Honey," I assured her, "you're right in there with the best." I couldn't help wondering what she would say if she knew I was comparing her to Karen and Belinda. Fay didn't have their experience. But she displayed a natural talent for fellatio that I would gladly help her develop into a skill.
"I wish we could be really alone," she said softly, pausing to run her tongue up my ventral vein and kiss the head. "So you could do anything you wanted to."
"Didn't Carl say he was going off somewhere?"
"Friday morning," she answered. "He'll be gone overnight." The fingers were squeezing almost painfully. "I've got to be with you, I've just got to."
I checked my fly. It was clean. Fay hadn't missed a drop. Stowing my cock away and rezipping my trousers, I pulled her to her feet and drew her against my chest. She tried to avoid my kiss.
"You're all over my lips!" she exclaimed. I forced her head around and gave her most of my tongue, causing her to push me backward in her excited response. I tasted my own come in, the kiss.
"There's a lot I'm going to have to teach you," I told her when we stopped for air. "I'll bet Carl never kisses your pussy."
She actually blushed. But the color appeared on a face beaming with anticipation. "Would you really do that? I'd die! I would! I'd come myself to death!" She ground her prominent mound against my diminishing cock. "Could we do it at the same time? I mean, you know, do it to each other?"
I frowned. "What about the girls?"
She moved her tits against my chest. "I think they already know that I've been after you for months. They wouldn't tell Carl if you came over and stayed all night."
I clasped her buttocks and wiggled my hips as I asked, "What if they're more liberated than you think? They might want to join us?"
For the first time, she surprised me. "I wouldn't care! I know what young people are doing these days, and I don't blame them. I could understand either one of them wanting to do it with you."
"You'd let me screw them?" I demanded.
"As long as you didn't leave me out," she responded. "Is that so terrible?"
I grinned crookedly. "It's so terrible," I told her, "that I'll probably fuck all three of you before the week is out"
Her tongue dived down my throat in a kiss that told me all I needed to know. Then, checking her dress and rearranging it over her lush body, she opened the trunk and found the camera.
It took all of one minute to locate the trouble. Two tiny screws had worked loose, causing the film to jam. I used my pocket knife to tighten them and followed Fay's swaying hips out into the hallway and out of the house.
"You've got it fixed already?" Carl intoned as I handed him the camera. "You're a fast worker."
"It was a pleasure to watch him," Fay murmured from a point near my elbow. I looked around and she gave me a quick wink. I hoped Carl wouldn't notice the way her nipples punched against her dress. "He knows exactly what he's doing."
"Well," Carl admitted. "He's an expert."
"Oh," Fay agreed. "Very definitely."
I had to escape the double-entendres. Spying Sherry talking with Jimmy Savage, I excused myself and hurried across to join them. Jimmy gave me a welcoming smile, but his face turned red as he gripped my hand. I grinned back, speaking in a voice only the three of us could hear.
"How's my fucking partner?"
"Nursing a tender asshole!" he shot back. Then, to Sherry, he said, "I'm not complaining. But you really did ream me out!"
She smiled sweetly, waving to someone out of my sight as she answered, "Next time, I'll turn the vibrator on!"
I chuckled, "If you two are going to talk nasty, I'm leaving."
Wending my way to the punch bowl, I sampled the bland drink and wished I had brought a pocket flask. Mary Lou Savage found me there, raping me with her fluttering eyes as she reminded me of the absolute necessity of our future meeting.
"I'd come over there," I told her, "when Dexter's away. But I worry about what Teresa and Jimmy might think. They're not children, you know."
She made a little face and looked me straight in the eye as she said, "Bradley Crossman! Do you think I'm a complete idiot?"
I felt a chill race up my spine. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play innocent with me," she went on. "Teresa came back from your house looking like the cat that ate the bird." She made an impatient gesture. "What she ate wasn't a canary!"
"Do you honestly think I'd take advantage of an innocent young girl?" I demanded, trying to look properly hurt by the accusation.
"Do you honestly think Teresa Is innocent?" she asked in a mocking tone. "I was young once, and I remember what I did and how often I did it."
"Mary Lou," I insisted. "I swear I didn't..."
"Do anything she didn't like!" she finished for me. "Stop squirming!" She leaned closer. "How was it? I've always wondered if she inherited my snapper."
"My god!" I murmured, dropping all pretense. "You've got a spider pussy?"
Now that Mary Lou had let her mask slip, she let it all hang out The flustered matron who had teased me in front of the house was replaced by a hot-eyed vixen who tossed off the pithy phrases without a trace of hesitation.
"I've got it," she confided. "But it takes a real man to reach it. Dexter's little cock doesn't even know it's there. That makes us even, ! guess. I can hardly feel what he's got" Her eyes blazed. "You can reach it! That big cock of yours would crawl right up in there! Oh, my god! I could come just thinking about having you fuck me! If Teresa didn't let you ball her, she ought to have her ass kicked!"
I took a long swallow of the impotent punch. The night had turned on me with a vengeance. What had begun as a boring gathering of long-faced puritans had been transformed into an evening of erotic surprise. I suddenly suspected that I had only scratched the surface of the community's sexual behavior.
"Jimmy is another factor," I said weakly. "Jimmy's my son," she said calmly, "and I love him dearly. But I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you haven't already humped him. He's always had a thing about having some boy ball him. He tried it when he was just a boy, and he still likes it"
"Have you ever let him screw you?" She shook her head. "I wouldn't fight him off if he tried. Just like I wouldn't object if Teresa wanted to play around a little. You know what I mean?"
I thought of Teresa and Sherry locked in head-to-toe ecstasy, and I nodded. "It sounds like fun."
I saw Carl bearing down on us, and I hurried with, "I'll be over there tomorrow. Are you sure Dexter won't come home early?"
She gave me a fierce grin. "I'll send the son of a bitch to California for the chance to use this snapper again!"
Carl mauled my arm as he told me, "Your niece is looking for you. I do wish you could both stay longer, but I realize we all have our commitments."
I made my goodbyes to Mary Lou and followed Carl over to where Sherry stood with Fay, Karen and Belinda. Like perfect angels, they clasped my hand and murmured the expected nonsense. Sherry and I nodded and smiled our way through the dwindling crowd to the station wagon.
"I noticed Mrs. Duffs satisfied look," Sherry remarked as we drove away, "I hope you popped her good."
"It was just the opposite," I admitted, telling her of the incident, then adding, "I'm beginning to believe every woman around here is starved for cock."
"There are exceptions," she mused. "But I think you'll have all you can handle."
"Don't make it sound so negative," I admonished. "You talk as if you were leaving tomorrow."
She slid across the seat in the darkness, tucking her arm through mine and pressing her left tit against my bicep. "You can't get rid of me that quickly," she laughed, teasing my ear with her wet tongue. "I may decide to spend the rest of the summer with you."
"Don't threaten me, woman!" I said sternly. "I don't bluff easily."
Her hand crept into my lap and began exploring. "You know what you are, Brad? You're a pussycat. A great big easy-going pussycat. A woman can wrap you around her finger."
"All except the third finger," I reminded her. "It's easy to get me into bed, but impossible to drag me to the altar."
She squeezed the outline of my stiffening cock. "I hope you don't change your mind. Your wife might not appreciate our doing this." She made a little pumping gesture and giggled.
"I'll settle that in advance," I promised laughingly. "I'll tell her she has to let you come along on the honeymoon."
"What if she didn't like my dildo?"
"Any woman who could talk me into marriage would have to like it," I said, my hips squirming under the caress of her warm fingers. The driveway was a welcome sight. I hadn't forgotten Sherry's tentative promise.
We entered the house and I locked the door, shutting out the world and the future. Sherry watched my actions with a faint smile.
"Want to go straight to bed?" she asked in a sultry voice.
"You know what I want," I answered huskily. My cock was pounding against my trousers, hard and hot.
She made a kissing gesture with her mouth, "Go get undressed and wait for me," she said.
"If you wait too long," I warned with a grin, "I may start without you."
I stripped in the light from the hallway, turning back the sheet and stretching out on the bed with my prick pointing ceiling ward, every muscle taut with expectancy. Something told me playtime was over. I was about to have my prayers answered.
Sherry appeared in the doorway, stark naked, holding the smaller of her two dildos in her hand. I sat up, feasting my eyes on her silhouetted curves and trying to make out the furrow in that mass of dark curls.
"What's with the dildo?" I asked as she moved toward the bed. I remembered how excitedly she had used the rubber cock on Jimmy, and my own asshole tingled.
"Relax," she murmured, laying the instrument on the bed and resting one knee as she stared down at my body. "I'll tell you about that later."
She lay down beside me, and I rolled toward her, gathering her in my arms and crushing her lips with mine. Her nipples stiffened against my chest and she moved her boyish hips closer, making the hair of her young cunt brush gently across the head of my cock, Her tongue, warm and sweet, danced with mine in a sensuous swirling.
As I moved closer, she rolled onto her back, reaching for one of the fluffy pillows and sliding it beneath her hips, elevating the black triangle and spreading her lovely legs until the narrow pink slit opened in moist invitation. Her arms urged me onto her young body and I knelt between her thighs, my cock jutting above her belly like a thick dagger, ready to plunge into her tender flesh. She looked up into my face, wetting her lips with the tip of that expressive tongue.
"Fuck me, Brad," she said, slowly and distinctly. "Fuck me long and hard."
I gasped as her fingers encircled my prick and drew it to the pouting lips of her vagina, and the gasp became a groan as I felt the hot folds about the head of my engorged phallus.
Her pussy was tight. Tighter than any of the three I had entered since her arrival. The labial ring yielded reluctantly, and the head slid inward, throbbing as the slippery tissues shivered about it in a kiss of welcome. Sherry's hips moved beneath me, and she gave a little sigh of approval.
Then, just as I was about to drive it home, I stopped, my ass suspended in the air and a puzzled look on my face. The tip of my cock was jammed tightly against a barrier that could be only one thing.
"You're not!" I exclaimed, forcing my head up to where I could see her features in the dimness. She nodded, an apologetic smile flitting over the full mouth.
"I thought you might guess," she said in a soft voice. "I've done it every other way but this. I'm still cherry."
I pushed my cock against that damnable membrane and she winced at the pressure, her fingers tightening on my hips. I eased off.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "I'll settle for some other way."
"Maybe you will," she answered. "But I won't. I've kept it because I wanted to keep it. Now, I'm letting you break it because I want it done." She gave a little shrug. "Sure, I want to make you happy. But the real reason is a selfish one. I want to feel that big prick in my pussy."
I kissed her then. There were no words with which to answer her declaration. Her lips and tongue responded eagerly, and she worked her hips until the pressure of the hymen made me draw back.
Her head rolled to one side, dragging her mouth from mine. "Put it in, Brad!" she pleaded. "I don't care if it hurts! I want it in me!"
I tried again, letting the full weight of my hips down on the slightly inserted shaft. But the tissue merely bulged inward, resisting my cock with a strength greater than my determination. I wanted in. But I didn't want to hurt her.
"Wait!" she exclaimed in a tense voice. She drew her knees higher, planting her feet on either side of my poised hips and slipping her hands down to clutch the cheeks of my ass.
"Put your arms under my shoulders!" she said. "Grip me real hard!" Then, when my hands were in position, she added, "Just hold still, darling. I'll do it."
We both took a deep breath, and I felt a shudder run through her body as her thighs tensed. Her ass shoved up with a deft, twisting motion that screwed the hymen against the head of my cock with a force I would never have dared apply. I gritted my teeth and pressed back, feeling the tissue yield just a trifle.
"Don't move!" she groaned, holding her hips motionless except for that upward pressure. "Once more will do it!"
She sucked in air along with her lower lip, and her eyes squeezed shut. Again that ripple of preparation raced through her body and thighs, and her ass slammed upward more fiercely than before.
I felt the hot yielding as my prick tore through the thin, but powerful membrane and into the deliciously hot wetness of her vaginal channel. Instinctively, I eased my own weight.
"Don't stop!" she gasped in a hoarse whisper. "Give me all of that big prick! Put it all the way in!"
It felt as if I fed a yard of cock into that slippery cunt. Although she was grinding her ass to loosen the corridor, I had to fight for every inch of penetration, for I was breaking new ground, and the pussy walls resisted with powerful spasms that admitted the head force.
Still working, I demanded, "Doesn't it hurt?"
She shook her head impatiently. "It did, when you broke through. Not now. It just feels good. Give me some more!"
Only the recent siphoning of Fay's mouth enabled me to make it without losing the load of sperm that was building behind my slowly entering prick. Every muscle of Sherry's pussy was convulsing, squeezing and shuddering about my prong. Hot juices laved the determined head and seemed to flow about the shaft, a sensation that I recognized as illusory, for there wasn't room for anything in there but the hard meat I was inserting.
Sherry's head rolled back and forth, her eyes still closed. "Oh, god, Brad!" she moaned. "It feels so good! I don't want to come until it's all in! But I can't wait! It's too good!"
"Hang on, baby!" I grunted, lifting my hips. We both gasped as my cock tugged its way back through the newly opened corridor,, But I knew that I was pulling her juices out to coat the ruptured tissue of her hymen, stilling the last throb of discomfort, and lubricating the walls for my return trip. I stopped when I felt her labia tighten just behind the rim of my flaring cock-head.
"Look at me, Sherry," I whispered.
Her eyes opened just enough to peer up into my face. Her thighs strained, hips pushing upward as if fearful of losing the hardness that stretched her cunt with its rounded tip.
"I want to see your face," I told her, "when I drive it in."
She nodded her understanding. "Do it!" she hissed. "Do it!"
I shoved my ass forward and down, my prick sliding through the passage I had already widened and into the untouched portion of the virgin sheath. Deeper and deeper, spreading the walls, forcing them to yield, throbbing and probing until my balls jammed their leathery sac against her anus and my pubic arch ground harshly against hers.
Her eyes bulged and her mouth flew open, the tongue wagging wildly as her hips moved in an instinctive grinding that churned her cunt about my hilted prick, She worked her lips in soundless framings as her whole body shook with the internal explosion of her first vaginal orgasm.
"Come big, baby!" I groaned, watching the rapturous spasms of her cunt reflected in the swiftly altering contortions of her lovely face. "Make that pussy slick for my cock!"
It was all I could do to wait until the climax subsided, for the convulsions of those hot tissues were massaging every inch of my prick, and the pussy was applying a suction that was tugging the come from my balls like a hungry mouth.
I began fucking her. Slowly, but with the full length of my throbbing cock, pulling it back until the pressure drew the labia outward, then sliding it in until her clitoris was trapped in the tightening circle and the head of my pole was rammed against her flexing womb's entrance. My balls swung gently in and out of her anal crease, bouncing against that winking circle she had used to satisfy a portion of her passionate nature.
She gave an audible, sigh as my prick retreated, and a grand of pleasure as it drove inward again. Since I was picking up speed with every stroke, the sighs and grunts were beginning to overlap into a continuous sound of pleasure.
Her legs circled my hips, locking her arms in place as she continued to clutch my pounding ass, pulling me deeper into the trough of her spread thighs. Her pussy flexed and shivered about my pistoning shaft and the motion of her hips shifted to a combination of hunch and grind that made me cry out with delight.
Faster and faster, my cock squished through the bubbling lips and plunged deep into her writhing belly. Harder and harder, swollen balls slapping her wriggling ass as I hammered my meat into her oven with a blind savagery.
"Oh, Brad!" she cried, her hips jerking as her climax leaped ahead of my own powerful release. Her cunt spasmed just as my prick gave a tremendous thrust and my come splashed hotly into the sucking lips of her womb. "OH GOD, BRAD! OHHHH!"
Then the words became unintelligible, for the waves of ecstasy engulfed us, washing through our writhing bodies with a series of convulsive stabs that matched the spurts of my semen into her devouring cunt, its walls undulating in perfect harmony.
"Christ!" I groaned when I could find my voice. "That was the best ever." My cock had run dry, but it was still hard, and still hilted in her slippery cunt.
"It'll get better," she said, "after we get it loosened up." She showed her teeth in that familiar grin. "Did anyone ever tell you that you fuck good?"
"All the time," I grinned back, glad that the mood was suddenly lighter. "I've got a niece who teaches me."
She giggled. "I'm glad I saved it for you. But you're gonna have one hell of a job making up for all the fucking I've missed."
I began moving my hips again, and her ass responded with that delicious grinding. "Think you can take another round?" I demanded.
"If you wait for me to say when," she drawled, "you'll be here for a month. How many shots do you carry hi your clip?"
I made her grunt with a hard jab. "Enough to shoot you down in flames!" I warned her. "You've been calling the turns up till now, because you didn't have to come unless you wanted to. Now, I'm gonna make you come until you're so weak you can't stand up."
"Promises! Promises!" She accentuated each syllable with a sharp thrust of her ass, squeezing my cock with that hot little cunt.
"Think you can share me with the others?" I demanded, sliding in and out with a delightful sensation radiating outward from the easy frictioning.
"Share, hell!" she murmured, working the cunt in concert with my stroking. "I'll help you fuck them! I still like that."
She groped for the dildo and held it up between our faces. I reached up and tugged it from her fingers, pretending to study it. "Are the batteries in it?"
When she nodded, I gripped it about the lifelike base and slid it down and beneath her writhing bottom. She gave a gasp when I pressed the tip against her anus.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Do it! Fuck me both ways! Damn, Brad! Go on! Do it!"
The juices of our previous fuck had made the circle ready, and she relaxed the sphincter as I pressed the rubber head into her asshole. Just as had happened with Teresa, when Jimmy and I double-dicked her, I felt the other cock against my own. Only this time I could control its motions with my hand.
I fed it into her wiggling tail, enjoying the increased pressure and friction as it slid past my prick, stretching the adjacent channel and contracting her already tight pussy. When it was in as far as my grip would permit, I began fucking her by pulling the dildo out as my cock slid in, and driving it deep in her colon as my prick drew back to her clenching labia.
"Oh, damn!" she yelped, her hips hunching wildly. "Nothing could be better than that! Nothing! Don't stop! I'm gonna come again!"
My prick stabbed in and out, and my own excitement climbed with the delicious frictioning. I moved my finger on the rubber base, finding what I needed next. I felt my balls tense just as Sherry's pussy seemed to wriggle in the first thrilling jolt of her climax.
I managed a couple of satisfying strokes before my come forced its way through my prong with ecstatic pulsations. My hand drove the rubber cock as far into her clenching ass as I could reach and still do what I had planned, I waited until my prick had delivered one powerful spurt of semen into her spasming pussy. I got a firm grip on the base of the dildo I could feel bulging through the thin membrane against my exploding shaft.
The tiny batteries were la it, she had said. It was designed to vibrate like hell when the switch was pressed, providing a frictioning that was guaranteed to produce an orgasm in even the most frigid female.
Sherry was not frigid. She had come when I balled her in the tail, and she was coming now as I emptied my balls into her freshly invaded pussy. So the pleasure should be even more intense for her. For me too. It was jammed tightly against my cock. It would be just the first of many things we could try before her two weeks were up. It might even persuade her to stay for the summer.
