The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world is not shaping up as expected.
For Heather Webb, the dawning awareness of her own sexuality and the budding of her young body have brought many problems and confusions. But once Heather gets over her initial fears and inhibitions, she finds herself enjoying, indeed reveling, in her natural sexuality.
DAUGHTER LEARNS TO SUCK-the story of a teen-aged girl's struggle to make her own, personal journey into adulthood, a struggle evolving behind the facade of her day-to-day existence, yet inexorably leading her onward into maturity. A work of fiction that could be about the girl next door. Or one's own daughter.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Heather Webb was sitting cross-legged on the bedroom floor chatting with her mother. She was waiting for her boyfriend, Randy Draper, to take her for a ride. Randy was four years older than Heather, and all of her girl friends envied her for going steady with the handsome twenty-year-old guy. The pretty blonde girl was still a virgin, and she was glad that her boyfriend seemed perfectly satisfied to let her jack him off while he fondled her tits.
Heather had been a bit reluctant to touch Randy's cock at first, but she finally gave in to his persuasion. The first time she touched his prick, the cute young blonde had been surprised at how exciting it was to feel and stroke his hard meaty cock, and as time passed, she learned to enjoy it almost as much as Randy.
Now talking to her mother as she waited for Randy to pick her up, Heather was admiring her mother's vibrant beauty, though she sometimes felt that her mom wore too much make-up and dresses that were a bit more revealing than they should be. Her mother was a fantastic-looking woman in her mid-thirties with deep auburn hair and an incredible figure which she unashamedly liked to display.
"Where are you and Randy going?" her mother casually asked.
"Just for a ride," Heather answered. "I'll be back in time for dinner."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Randy's car horn, and after a quick good-by to her mother, Heather hurried downstairs.
As soon as Heather got in the car, Randy drove directly to the high-school parking lot that was completely deserted during summer vacation. After he'd parked the car, Heather watched Randy push the front seat back as far as it would go and spread his legs out in front of him.
Staring at the big hard lump in the front of his jeans, Heather reached down and lowered his zipper. Digging her hand into his open fly, she smiled when her soft cool fingers touched the hot, hard flesh of his throbbing prick. She tried to pull his cock out, but it was too stiff for her to get it through the opening.
"God, wait a minute," he panted when she tried to bend it. "You'll break the fuckin' thing in half."
As Heather removed her hand from his cock, Randy lifted his ass up off the seat and pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles.
"Okay," he grinned, looking down at his big naked boner. "He's all yours."
"God, honey, that's sure a neat prick," Heather whispered, reaching down and curling her fingers around the hard thickness of her boyfriend's stiff cock.
The pretty blonde's big blue eyes glistened with excitement as she stared at the thick length of his big throbbing cock. Gently squeezing it, she could see his purple cock-knob swelling in response.
"Does this feel good, honey?" she whispered.
"God, yes," Randy panted. "You sure know how to please a guy."
Happy that he liked it so much, Heather began moving her hand a little faster. She could feel his cock throbbing inside the grip of her fingers as his prick seemed to grow thicker and harder with every stroke. Becoming more excited by the second, Heather reached down with her other hand and cupped the hairy sac of balls beneath his prick. She was always fascinated by the thick growth of wiry hair around his prick and balls.
"Oh, shit," panted Randy, slipping his arm around her shoulders and pushing his hand into the front of her well-filled blouse. "That feels so good."
"So does that," she whispered, feeling his fingers tenderly squeezing her tits. Aware that she had an unusually large pair of tits for a young girl, Heather rarely wore a bra so that they could be better displayed.
"You sweet darling," he sighed. "I'm sure glad you don't wear a fuckin' bra."
"I know," she giggled. "That's why I don't wear one."
"They feel so sexy," he panted, running his hand up under the soft swell beneath her breast until his finger brushed across her stiffly erect nipple.
The young girl's entire body was responding to the gentle way he was toying with her turgid titty-bud.
"Do you like this?" he panted. "Do you like it when I play with your tits?"
"God, yes," Heather whispered, feeling her nipple expanding as he tenderly pinched it, sending thrills shooting through her body.
"Jesus, honey!" he suddenly gasped. "Take off your blouse so I can suck on your tits."
Removing her hand from his prick, she hurriedly pulled the blouse over her head. Sitting bare-titted in broad daylight, Heather looked anxiously out the window, wanting to make certain no one else was in the parking lot. Turning toward him with her naked tits in front of his face, the pretty girl held her breath as Randy lowered his mouth down over her quivering nipple.
"Ooooooh, shit!" she whimpered, her hands digging into his thick hair, forcing his mouth down tighter around her tit. "That feels so good, honey."
Randy's wet tongue swirled across her firm nipple, flicking the resilient little bud back and forth. Then opening his mouth wide, he sucked in the soft titflesh, nipping playfully at it with his teeth.
"Ooooooh, Randy!" she squealed with delight. "It feels so good! So shittin' good!"
He continued sucking on her tit for several more moments before removing his mouth.
"Was that good?" he grinned, his lips as wet with saliva as the girl's spit-drenched tits.
"Mmmmm, yes," she softly murmured, turning and pressing her other tit against his face. "Now do this one."
"What if I don't?" he teased. "Then you'll pay 'cause I won't jack you off." She giggled, releasing his boner.
"You win," Randy grinned, opening his mouth and wolfing down the other hard quivering nipple.
The pretty blonde was soon squealing with rapture as his tongue went to work with the same wild treatment he'd given her other tit. Violently stroking his prick, Heather thought his cock was getting bigger and harder. Rapidly skimming his foreskin back and forth over his big cockhead, she could see little drops of seminal fluid oozing from the tip of his knob.
"Randy, honey?" she asked. "Are you almost ready to shoot?"
"Not quite," he gasped. "But I'm getting awfully fuckin' close to it."
While he continued sucking on her tit, Heather began speeding the tempo of her strokes. She could feel his body tensing, and she knew he was almost ready to shoot his hot load.
"That's it, honey!" he panted as he leaned back on the seat, spreading his legs farther apart. "Bring me off, baby! Oh, God, I'm almost there!"
As she pumped faster and harder on his throbbing cock, Heather's free hand dug into her purse.
"What are you doing?" he panted.
"Getting a tissue so you won't make a mess," she whispered, still stroking his thick boner.
"Shit on a tissue!" he roared. "Catch it in your mouth!"
"What?"
"Stick it in your mouth!" he sobbed. "Suck it out! Suck it, honey!"
"Are you out of your mind?" Heather gasped, unable to believe what her boyfriend was saying.
"Goddamn it, Heather!" he excitedly shouted. "Stick it in your mouth! Suck my cock!"
"Randy!" she blurted, removing her hand from his cock. "I've never heard of anything so depraved in my life!"
"There's a lot of things you haven't heard about," he gasped, digging his fingers into her hair, trying to force her mouth down over his throbbing prick. "Now start sucking!"
"No! No!" she screamed. "You're not gonna shoot that gooey stuff into my mouth!"
"Damn you!" he roared. "If you won't suck me off, I'll quit messing around with you. You act like a little snot-nosed kid. There are plenty of girls my own age that would love to suck me off."
"Oh, Randy!" she sobbed. "I've never heard of anything like that in my life."
"I don't give a shit!" he sneered. "You either suck me off or I'll start going with someone who knows what's going on in the world."
"Please, Randy," she begged, tears running down her face. "I just couldn't put a cock in my mouth."
"If that's the way you feel," he panted, starting to turn the ignition key. "We're finished."
"No, Randy, no!" she cried out, clutching at his arm. "Please don't leave."
"Then start sucking!"
Not wanting to lose her handsome boyfriend, Heather stared down at his throbbing prick. She almost threw up at the thought of touching it with her lips, but she couldn't let Randy just walk out of her life. Having never heard of blow-jobs, Heather was thoroughly convinced that Randy was perverted, but she still didn't want to lose him.
Sick to her stomach at the thought of what she was about to do, Heather slowly and reluctantly lowered her mouth down toward his big shiny cock-knob. She was startled when its pungent aroma reached her nostrils, yet she found the erotic odor rather exciting. Clutching the thick base of his shaft, she closed her eyes and moved her tongue toward his cockhead, expecting to throw up from the vile taste. She could feel Randy's hand pressing lightly against the back of her head, urging her mouth down to his waiting prick.
"I can't do it!" she sobbed. "I just can't do it!"
"Yes, you can, honey," he whispered, his hand gently forcing her head down.
Opening her eyes, she could see his cock pointing up at her. His prick looked so shiny and thick as she flicked her tongue out and licked the tip of his swollen cock-knob. She was a bit surprised by the rather pleasant taste of his cockhead, and even found the texture of it rather exciting.
After the first contact had been made, Heather decided it wasn't as bad as she'd expected it to be. Still a bit reluctant to actually put his boner in her mouth, she held the base of his cock in her hand and began running her tongue up and down the meaty length. The youngster was becoming strangely aroused as she licked and teased her tongue up and down over his spit-soaked prick.
When his prick was completely drenched with her saliva, she reached up under his crotch and cupped his big lusty balls in her palm. Becoming more excited by the moment, Heather began running her hot wet tongue over the crinkly skin of his balls. The curly hair around his balls tickled her nose as she tenderly bathed his genitals with spit. She'd never heard of a girl putting her mouth on a man's cock and balls, and she'd almost gagged at the thought of it, but now she knew there was nothing to fear. Opening her mouth wider, Heather began sucking his balls. It pleased her to hear Randy groan with pleasure as his hands dug into her long blonde hair, forcing her mouth tighter against his balls. "Okay, honey," he whispered, lifting her face from beneath his cock. "Now suck me off."
No longer disgusted with what she was doing, Heather fluttered her tongue up along the underside of his throbbing boner, and then plunged her hot open mouth down over his big cock-knob.
"Oh, my God!" panted Randy, grasping her head and lifting his hips from the car seat, trying to drive more of his prick into her mouth. "That's the way, baby! Suck that cock!"
Heather fully realized that it was filthy and depraved, yet she was finding it extremely exciting. As soon as she'd had her first taste of hot cock, she instinctively knew what to do. With her baby-soft lips ovaled around his meaty shaft, she began sliding her mouth up and down, feeling his big cockhead nudging at the back of her throat with every downward plunge. Her tongue was all over his sensitive prick-flesh as she teased his swollen prick with her lips. Grasping his hips, she slowly lifted her mouth, sucking so hard and deep that Randy thought she'd draw his asshole right up through his shaft.
"Ooooooh, Christ!" he moaned. "Suck it, baby! Suck that cock! Christ, what a blow-job!"
The innocent young girl had been reluctant to stick his prick in her mouth at first, but now she was enjoying every cock-sucking second of it. She realized she was probably the most depraved girl in town, but she was thoroughly loving it.
"Suck! Suck! Suck!" Randy chanted as her soft slippery lips flew up and down over his throbbing boner.
Heather knew from his reactions that he would soon be shooting his hot load. She could already feel his legs tensing and his prick jerking in her mouth. Having jacked him off so many times, she knew that in another few moments he would be shooting the thick gooey cum into her mouth, and Heather wasn't sure she wanted him to do it. She suddenly wondered if it would make her sick.
All these thoughts were spinning through her mind when his cock suddenly exploded a torrent of white-hot jizz into her mouth. She was shocked, but surprisingly pleased, by the taste of his cum as it splattered against the back of her throat. Locking her lips tightly around the ridge of his spurting cock-knob, she sucked and swallowed every drop of discharge from his prick.
"God, that was neat," he whispered when she finally removed his limp prick from her mouth.
"I hope you're satisfied!" she snapped, suddenly realizing what a depraved act he'd forced her to perform on him. "I never want to see you again."
With tears running down her face, she put her blouse on and jumped out of the car. Running across the parking lot, Heather wiped the cum from her lips with the back of her hand. What she had done had been the most degenerate thing a person could do, but what bothered her so much was the fact that she had enjoyed it so much. Sobbing with shame, Heather decided to go home and take a hot bath, hoping that would cleanse her mind as well as her body.
Entering the house, she was walking down the hall to her room when she heard voices coming through the partially open door to her parents' room.
"God, honey," she heard her mother whisper. "I sure love the taste of your beautiful cock."
"You sweet darling," said a man's voice. "Your lips were just made for sucking pricks."
Looking quietly into the room, Heather was shocked to see Martin Fielding, a man who lived across the street, spread out nakedly on the bed while her mother was kneeling between his legs with his stiff cock in her mouth.
Staring at them with her mouth hanging open, Heather couldn't believe that her beautiful mother was doing the same thing to the neighbor that she'd just done to her boyfriend. The girl thought she was the only person in the world who was depraved to do a thing like that.
Staring at the incredible scene, Heather could see her mom's head bobbing up and down as the neighbor's hard prick slid in and out of her hotly sucking mouth. The shocked young blonde had never witnessed anything as beautiful as her mother's soft lips slurping on Martin Fielding's big spit-drenched boner. It was unbelievably exciting to watch the naked man writhing and moaning in ecstasy as her mother's juicy mouth worked on his throbbing cock.
A feeling of relief filled Heather when she realized she wasn't the only person who'd ever sucked a cock. Heather was so happy to find out she wasn't perverted that she didn't even blame her mother for being unfaithful to her dad. What had earlier seemed so horrible to the youngster now seemed beautiful as she watched her mom bring the neighbor so much pleasure.
"Oh, shit, Francine," Martin panted. "I'm gonna come, honey. I'm gonna come in your sweet mouth."
"Oh, yes, Martin," her mother slurped between sucks. "That's what I want. Squirt my mouth full of jizz. I love that fuckin' stuff."
Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing and seeing. Her little virginal pussy was creaming juice down her legs at the thought of Martin Fielding's big boner shooting off in her mother's mouth.
"Suck, Francine, suck!" he panted, thrusting his loins up against Francine's bobbing face. "Here it comes, honey! Here it comes!"
Heather was trembling like a leaf as she watched her mother frantically sucking and swallowing, and from the way Martin was jerking and lurching, she could see he was pumping one hell of a load into her mouth.
"Honey," he whispered a few minutes later as he slowly recovered from his fantastic blow-job, "are you still going to spend Saturday in a motel with me?"
"I sure am." Francine giggled. "I've already told my husband that I have to go shopping. What did you tell your wife?"
"I didn't have to tell her anything," grinned Martin. "She knows I play golf every Saturday."
Not wanting to be seen, Heather slipped down the hall to her own room, vowing that she'd suck Randy off as often as she could if he ever forgave her for the way she'd acted today.
Alone in her room, Heather dialed Randy's phone number, hoping he would answer instead of his parents.
She was relieved when he answered.
"Randy," she said in a nervous voice. "This is Heather."
"As if I couldn't tell," he said sarcastically. "What the hell do you want?"
"I'm sorry about the way I acted today."
"So what?"
"I want to suck you off again," she blurted, too excited to control herself.
"What?" he gasped, unable to believe what he'd heard.
"I want to suck you off again," she gasped. "Please take me for a ride tomorrow night. I really want you to come in my mouth, and I'm awfully sorry for the way I behaved today."
"Okay," he replied, still partially stunned. "I'll pick you up about eight."
"That's neat," she excitedly giggled. "You're gonna get the best fuckin' blow-job you've ever had."
CHAPTER TWO
Shortly before eight the next night, Randy parked in front of her house and Heather hopped in.
"Hi," she grinned, sliding up close to him. "Where do you wanta go for your blow-job?"
"Are you really serious about this?"
"Of course I am," giggled Heather. "My little steaming pussy is all hot and juicy, and I'm dying to suck you off."
"I still don't understand," he murmured.
"Yesterday you raised hell with me about this very thing."
"Oh, shut up and start the car." She giggled, placing her hand on his crotch. "You've been trying to get into my pants since we first met, so stop asking a lot of questions and let me suck you off before I change my mind."
"Okay," he grinned, his cock starting to swell from her touch. "Where should we go?"
"Well," she replied with a naughty gleam in her eyes. "If you think I'm worth the price of it, why don't you take me to a motel? A bed sounds a lot neater than the seat of your car."
Once he'd registered at a motel, Randy hurried Heather into their room.
"Will you excuse me?" he nervously asked as he went into the bathroom.
"Sure, but hurry back."
Randy was completely stunned a few minutes later when he entered the room and found Heather spread out naked on the bed, her middle finger teasing the hot wet lips of her juicy cunt slit.
"I'm practicing," she giggled.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped.
"What's the matter, honey?" Heather teased as he stared at her. "Haven't you seen a pussy before?"
"My God!" he panted. "You're beautiful!"
"Randy?" she asked in a serious tone of voice. "Have you screwed lots of girls?"
"Quite a few," he answered, surprised to hear Heather talk about screwing.
"Then I want you to teach me all the naughty things you know," whispered Heather. "I want to be the wildest little piece of ass in the world."
Randy just stared in amazement at her, his cock throbbing wildly in his pants.
"Don't just stand there," she giggled. "Get your clothes off, I've got a lot of learning to catch up with."
He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on a chair, then sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and socks. When he stood up and took off his pants, Heather licked her lips in anticipation as he began lowering his shorts.
"That's sure a neat prick," she whispered when he stood naked before her.
His cock was just as long and sleek as it had been yesterday when she first sucked on it.
Panting with excitement, Heather sat up on the edge of the bed and reached for his throbbing boner. Remembering how good it had tasted yesterday, she guided the tip of his prick to her deliciously warm mouth. After what she'd seen Martin Fielding and her mother doing it, the excited young girl wanted to try every perverted act there was.
Standing by the side of the bed, Randy was trembling with excitement, every nerve in his body on the edge of ecstasy as she moved her hot wet lips up and down over his quivering shaft. He couldn't believe that Heather was sucking his prick just like a shameless little slut would do it. God, how her attitude had changed.
Licking hungrily on his fuck tool, Heather was tasting and smelling his prick, finding it highly erotic. The slightly salty taste and the pungent aroma sent wild tingling sparks through her loins.
Smiling up at Randy, Heather began licking up and down the entire length of his meaty cock. She could feel his prick swelling and throbbing as she teased her tongue around the thick ridge at the base of his big mushroom-shaped cockhead. Smiling at him with her naughty eyes, she delicately flicked the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the end of his cockhead. Then, slowly lowering her lips, the horny youngster took all of his purple glans into the soft warmth of her mouth. She could feel him trembling with rapture as her cock-sucking lips slid over his big swollen cock-knob. Her hot young lips tightened around the base, trapping his prick securely in her moist warm mouth.
"God, Heather!" he gasped, staring down at his hard cock buried between her soft lips.
"D'ya like this?" she whispered, temporarily releasing his prick from her mouth.
"Shit, yes!" he panted.
"Gee, Randy," she giggled. "Do you think I'll learn to be a good cock-sucker?"
"Jesus!" he panted. "You're already the best!"
Reaching beneath him, she cupped his big balls while her mouth and lips continued licking the entire underside of his spit-drenched boner.
She again closed her lips around his sensitive cockhead while continuing to tenderly knead his swollen balls. She stroked the base of his cockshaft. Her hot lips sucked up and down rhythmically on his throbbing prick.
The feel of his long thick cock sliding over her tongue was driving Heather wild. Sucking and slurping on his spit-drenched cock, the young girl glanced up at Randy's handsome face. There was a gentle expression of adoration in his eyes as he smiled down at the sweet little cock-sucker.
"Do you think I'm a bad girl?" she whispered.
"Shit, no," he grinned. "But I can't believe you're doing this to me."
"Your cock sure tastes good," she whispered, recalling how her mom had said these same words to Martin Fielding.
"God, Heather," he panted. "I still can't believe you're doing this."
"Well, you better," she giggled. " 'Cause you're in for a real party. Now let me rub your cock on my tits."
Holding his stiff prick in her hand, she gently brushed the sensitive head of his boner over her rock-hard nipples.
"Oh, honey," he panted. "That feels so fuckin' good."
Wanting to please him even more, she began sucking deeper and harder on his prick. Within a matter of just a few seconds, she felt his hot slippery cum flooding her mouth. She feverishly sucked and swallowed until she'd drawn out the very last drop from his rapidly shrinking prick.
When she removed her lips from his spent prick, Randy dropped down onto the bed with her.
"I can't understand what's come over you," he murmured, drawing her naked body into his arms. "I've never seen you act this way."
"That's because I've never felt this way." She giggled. "I just suddenly decided that being a nice girl was a lot of shit. Now I wanta be the hottest little bitch in town."
"Well," he grinned. "You're sure off to a good start."
"Now I want you to teach me to fuck," she whispered in a naughty little voice as she crawled down and inserted his limp cock back into her mouth, thrilled by the taste of the jizz that was clinging to the head of his prick.
Slowly rolling his prick around in her hot wet mouth, Heather could feel his body tensing with renewed desire. His cock began growing as she tenderly bathed it with her warm saliva. When his cock finally reached full erection, she moved her lips up and down over his iron-hard prick, taking his throbbing cock-knob deep into her slurping mouth.
God, how she suddenly loved the taste and texture of Randy's cock. With his bloated cockhead firmly locked in her mouth, she wrapped her lips hotly around it and sucked deeply, making his prick throb with ecstasy.
"Jesus, baby," panted Randy, looking down at Heather's cute cock-filled face.
The sight of his hard prick in her mouth added to his excitement. His shaft was glistening wetly with her spit as her lips slid up and down over the naked flesh of his boner.
Sucking rhythmically up and down on his juicy cock, Heather was stroking the base of his shaft while the fingers of her other hand were gently massaging and kneading the crinkly skin of his sperm-bloated balls.
"Oh, my God," he panted, feeling the softness of her tongue swirling around his sensitive cock-knob. "It's so good, Heather, so fucking good!"
Realizing how much her boyfriend was enjoying it, she began sucking deeper and harder, taking more and more of his delicious prick into her mouth. Shit, how she loved the scent and taste of his thick meaty prick. The feel of his hard throbbing cock sliding over her tongue was making Heather hornier than ever. She loved the way his big shaft filled her mouth. It was a new and mind-blowing experience for the girl, and she knew she was giving her handsome boyfriend intense pleasure.
Gaining more confidence by the minute, she experimented with a slow sucking action that was driving him wild.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped, digging his fingers into her long blonde hair as her slippery lips worked up and down over his big blood-bloated cock. "You're such a sweet little cocksucker."
Temporarily removing her mouth from his prick, Heather glanced up at his passion-strained face. "Oh, honey, are we gonna have a party tonight."
Again taking his hard throbbing cock into her mouth, Heather reached down between his legs and began gently massaging his balls. Reaching farther back, she felt the puckered opening of his rectum. Feeling him tremble, she suddenly had a depraved desire to ram her finger up his asshole.
"Good God!" he roared when, without warning, she suddenly thrust her finger up his shitter.
Heather felt wanton as her deeply embedded finger screwed and twisted around in his asshole. She could feel Randy writhing in ecstasy as her warm moist mouth sucked on his cock while her lewd finger swirled around in his rectum.
Afraid that he'd shoot his wad again before they could fuck, she removed her finger from his shitter and his prick from her mouth.
"Okay, honey," she giggled, lying back and spreading her shapely thighs. "It's time to teach me how to fuck."
Randy stared at her pussy, so sweetly displayed between her open legs. The pink wet flesh of her cuntlips was quivering with anticipation, and her pubic hairs were glistening with slippery drops of cunt juice.
"I'm ready," she nervously smiled up at him. "But please, take it easy."
Crawling up between her legs, Randy eased his throbbing cockhead against the warm wet opening of her quivering cunt.
"Oooooooh!" she gasped when she felt his prick pushing slowly between her pussylips.
When the head of his prick had slipped through the tight little opening, Randy remained still until her virgin pussy could become accustomed to his cock.
"God, that hurts!" Heather moaned when he tried to force it in deeper.
"Should I stop?"
"No, just take it easy. I wanta be fucked."
"Then try to relax," he said in a soft voice as he pushed harder, but was unable to make deeper penetration.
Slowly drawing back, he suddenly lunged forward.
Heather let out a cry of pain as his rigid cock ripped through her maidenhead. Now that his prick had pierced through her hymen, his cock glided up into the tight hot depths of her pussy.
Biting her lip, Heather clung tightly to him, waiting for the pain to recede. As she slowly relaxed, she became more and more conscious of his thick cock throbbing deep in her belly.
Moving cautiously under him, she could feel his boner rubbing against the tight sensitive walls of her cunt. Her hot cunt flesh was rubbing against his steel-hard prick, bringing even more pleasure to her juicy cunt.
"Ooooooh, honey!" she panted when he withdrew his prick about an inch, wildly stimulating the nerve-ends of her pussy.
Feeling his boner sliding back in, she grasped him tightly in her arms, her entire body shuddering with pleasure.
Starting slowly, Randy began pumping his hard cock in and out, just an inch or so at a time. The initial pain quickly receded as his bloated cockhead rubbed against the hot flesh of her cunt slit. This newfound joy was greatly enhanced when she discovered she could squeeze his cock with her inner cunt muscles. With the pain now completely gone, Heather was thrusting her hips up to meet every plunge of his throbbing prick.
Tears of joy were running down her face. Heather's aroused body was trembling in wild anticipation of each thrust of his big bloated cockhead.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she sobbed as she felt him driving his boner deeper and deeper, bringing a more intense ecstasy with every stroke. "Oh, Randy, why did I wait so long?"
Grasping the cheeks of his ass, she pulled his cock deeper into her hot sucking fuck-hole. Randy could feel the fiery flesh of her squeezing cunt clinging hot and wet to his thrusting prick.
"Oh, fuck!" she screamed, feeling the hard thickness of his meaty prick sliding into her cunt.
Clinging tightly to his wildly humping body, Heather now knew the glorious joys of fucking, and she was going to enjoy every cock-filled moment of it for the rest of her life. Being a virgin was the dumbest thing a girl could be.
"Fuck, honey, fuck!" she chanted, wrapping her soft thighs tightly around his waist.
Hot gobs of pussy juice were oozing out from between her swollen cuntlips and dripping down over her ass as Randy continued driving his rigid boner deeper and faster into her hot sucking cunt. The feel and sound of his sperm-filled balls slapping against her juice-drenched ass only served to further excite the young man.
"Oh, you sweet, sweet fucker!" she squealed, biting his shoulder, her pussy involuntarily sucking on the full length of his hard driving fuck-tool. "Fuck it to me, honey! Fuck me harder!"
Rearing back, he began slamming his hard cock into her with all his strength.
"Ooooooh! Aaaaaggghhh!" she shrieked, feeling his hard meat ripping in and out of her slippery pussy. "Give it to me, honey! Fuck it to me! Fuck me!"
Her nostrils flaring, her lips curled back from her teeth, and her long blonde hair flailing wildly around her lust-filled face, Heather was rapidly approaching her first cock-induced climax.
"Harder, honey, harder! Fuck me harder!" she squealed, grasping frantically at his asscheeks, pulling his prick more violently into her.
Becoming even more excited by her cries, Randy began pounding his passion-bloated boner deeper and harder into her slippery little cunt.
"Oh, darling!" she screamed as the full force of his wild thrusts battered savagely into her seething belly. "It's so good, baby! Fuck me harder . . . harder . . . harder!"
On and on they fucked, completely unaware of anything except their own wild passions.
"Eeeeeeekkkkkkkk!" she shrieked when he speeded the tempo of his thrusts. "That's it, honey! Faster! Harder! Faster!"
Heather began screaming as unbearable sensations began building in her lurching body. The beautiful young blonde didn't even realize she was approaching her climax.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, shit, I'm gonna explode . . . gonna explode!" she screamed as hot waves of rapture surged through her spasming body. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Suddenly feeling his hot sperm gushing into her climaxing pussy, Heather instinctively screwed her cunt up tighter around his spurting cock, and then her entire body exploded into a deliriously wild climax. She lurched and trembled until the last drops of Randy's jizz had dribbled out of his slowly shrinking prick, and it was several minutes before she could gain control of her quivering body.
"Oh, Randy, that was wonderful," she whispered. "I've never felt anything so good in my whole life."
The young man drew her soft naked body into his arms, then buried his face in her long blonde hair.
"God, honey," she giggled. "I just want to suck and fuck for the rest of my life."
CHAPTER THREE
It was mid-morning on Saturday when Francine awakened. Going downstairs in a dressing gown, she found Heather sipping a coke in the kitchen. The young girl knew her mom was going to spend the afternoon in a motel with Martin Fielding, and she'd never seen her mother look more radiant. There was a burnished sheen to her thick auburn hair and her eyes were sparkling with animation.
Watching her mother's lips move as they chatted, Heather imagined Martin Fielding's big slippery cock sliding in and out between them. The memory of her mother's sucking mouth on his hard prick sent an excited tremor racing through her loins. She thought about Randy's beautiful prick that had popped her cherry the other evening.
Later that morning, when the phone rang, Francine rushed into the den to answer it on the extension rather than using the phone in the kitchen. Heather felt certain that it was a call from Martin Fielding, and that was verified when her mother returned and said she was going downtown to do some shopping.
Heather smiled, wondering what her mother's reaction would be if she volunteered to accompany her.
Excusing herself, Francine rushed upstairs to dress.
A few minutes later she returned in a short summer dress with her legs bare beneath it. Heather noted that Mr. Fielding wouldn't have much trouble getting at her body, and she wondered if her mother was wearing panties.
"I'll be home later this afternoon," Francine chirped, lightly kissing her daughter on the cheek and dashing out of the house.
Martin had given Francine the motel and room number over the phone, and her heart was pounding in her throat when she rapped on the door. It was quickly opened by Martin who was attired in a dressing gown. Noticing his bare legs, Francine realized he was wearing only his robe.
"Hello, Francine," he smiled, kissing her. "I was beginning to wonder if you would be able to come."
"Hi, Martin," she greeted him with a naughty grin. "Nothing could have kept me away from that luscious cock of yours."
Seating herself on the edge of the bed, she glanced at Martin as he faced her. She could visualize his hard shaft throbbing beneath the robe. There was a passion mixed with tenderness in his eyes that filled her with a burning desire to have his body pressed against hers.
Walking over to Francine, he took her hands and raised her to a standing position. Martin took the hem of her dress and lifted it off over her head. He smiled with approval at the lovely woman standing before him. Francine wore panties and a bra.
"You're lovely," he whispered, turning her around and pressing his lips against the soft nape of her neck, burying his nose in her fragrantly scented auburn hair as he un-snapped the bra, dropping it to the floor.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he gently drew the woman between his knees. As she stood in front of him, the soft smooth plane of her tummy was only inches away from his eyes. Slipping his fingers into the waistband of her brief panties, he began rolling them down over her ass.
Francine felt a luxuriant warmth flood through her body as his gentle hands slid the wispy garment down over her shapely legs. Martin cupped her asscheeks and tenderly pulled her closer to him, covering her dimpled navel with his hotly burning lips. His fingers probed and kneaded the soft crack of her ass while his tongue expertly bathed her smooth flat stomach.
Francine had never experienced such tenderness from any other man. Her body was filled with fire as he took her in his arms and eased her onto the bed with him.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered when she felt his lips pressing tenderly against her sensitive inner thigh.
Closing her eyes, she spread her legs wide apart as his warm mouth began working up and down on her naked flesh. He kissed her thighs, her shapely calves, her ankles, instep, toes, and then lifting her legs, he licked behind her knees.
Then he began slowly working his mouth back up her thighs, getting closer to her moist pussy.
Francine let out a squeal of joy when she felt his tongue probing at her open cuntlips.
"Oh, sweet shit," she sobbed, feeling his hot mouth covering her cunt slit, his tongue thrusting deeply into the juicy flesh of her fuck-hole.
Crazed with excitement, she began writhing her cunt up tighter against his mouth. Placing his tongue flat against her clit, he gave it a five-minute massage that Francine would never forget.
"Oh, honey!" she squealed, pressing her thighs against his face. "I'm gonna come, darling! I'm gonna come! I can't stand it much longer!"
Wanting to delay her climax, Martin quickly yet gently rolled Francine onto her stomach. He pressed his face into the crack of her ass. With her face resting in her arms, Francine felt his tongue probing her tight asshole. She squirmed excitedly as he slipped a hand under her belly, sliding his middle finger into her cunt and up against her quivering clitty.
"Oh, God!" She shuddered, almost losing her mind from the feel of his tongue reaming out her asshole while his finger manipulated her tingling clit.
She was once more on the verge of climaxing when he rolled her over and pressed his mouth against her hot cunt again.
His tongue was swirling around frantically in her fuck-hole, sliding over her slick cuntal walls. As Francine excitedly pushed his mouth down tighter against her writhing cunt, she felt him withdraw his tongue, flicking it against her swollen clitoris. It was like a thousand butterfly wings teasing the sensitive little nub of nerves.
"Jesus Christ, honey!" she squealed, raising her hips and clasping her thighs around his juice-drenched face. "Keep suckin' baby! Keep suckin'!"
Realizing that Francine was rapidly approaching a climax, Martin sucked and licked with more fervor.
"That's it, baby!" she shrieked. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Martin could feel her cunt jerking and convulsing around his mouth as she exploded into a glorious orgasm that he prolonged for several moments with his expert sucking.
"Oh, God, baby, you can really suck!" she sighed a few minutes later when she felt the strength returning to her exhausted body. "I've never been eaten out like that before in my life."
"That's because you're such a delicious-tasting dish."
Getting up, Martin walked across the room, and after removing his dressing gown, he lit two cigarettes.
Watching him return to the bed, Francine couldn't take her eyes off his big cock.
Handing Francine a cigarette, he sat on the edge of the bed, his hard prick pointing toward the ceiling.
Resting her hand on his bare thigh, Francine felt an overwhelming warmth for this big handsome man. Though his wife was her best friend, she felt no guilt about being alone in bed with him. No other man had ever made her feel so feminine, so loved and so wanted. There was a gentle strength about him that she'd never found in any other man.
Staring at his erect cock, Francine couldn't wait any longer to have it rammed up her overheated fuck-hole. Leaning back, with her long auburn hair spilling over the pillow, she spread her legs and then lewdly parted the lips of her hot slippery pussy with her fingers.
"Look at this," she whispered, a teasing expression in her shimmering eyes. "D'ya wanta fuck it? It's all yours."
Martin stared with lust at her juicy cunt.
"Come on, honey," she teased. "This creamy little cunt is dying to have your big hard cock slammed into her."
Crouching on his knees between her wantonly spread legs, he guided his throbbing cock toward its juicy reward.
Francine was trembling with wild anticipation as his big cockhead nudged against her pussy. It had been a few days since she'd last felt his hard prick in her cunt, and she was more than ready for it. Knowing that this big cocksman fucked even better than he sucked, she realized she was in for a real treat.
Clutching him in her arms, Francine could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate his big boner that was slowly sliding into her hot slippery hole.
"Ooooooh, honey," she whispered, feeling his big thick prick pressing out against her tightly stretched cuntal walls as it sank deeper and deeper into the fiery depths of her pussy.
When the big shaft had completely penetrated her, she squeezed her thighs around his waist, luxuriating in the sensuality of his throbbing cock buried deep in her quivering belly. She had never found another man who could fill her cunt like he could.
"Don't move," she whispered, screwing her cunt up around the thick base of his cock. "I just want to feel it throbbing in me for a few moments."
Not moving, and locked tightly in each other's arms, Francine could feel the blood pumping through the distended veins in his boner as it pulsated against her sensitive cuntal walls. Feeling his shaft throbbing and jerking with excitement, Francine began slowly rotating her hips, causing his erect prick to stir around in her fuck-hole.
Martin began sliding his swollen cock in and out of her hot pussy.
"Ooooooh!" she mewled, clutching him tighter in her arms. "That feels so fuckin' good."
Martin began slamming into her cunt with longer, harder strokes.
"That's it, you sweet fucker!" she sobbed. "Bang me good!"
Reaching down and grasping her ass, he pulled her cunt up tighter around his thrusting cock. Clutching her lurching asscheeks, he began slamming his prick up her hot slippery pussy at an even faster tempo.
As he drove his boner in and out, his fingers eased into the cleavage of her buttocks.
"Oooooooh, shit!" she suddenly squealed when one of his probing fingers brushed against her puckered asshole.
Encouraged by her squeals of delight, he began massaging her sensitive ass-ring.
"Oh, God, that feels good!" she sobbed when his finger suddenly slipped knuckle-deep into her quivering asshole. "That feels so fuckin' good!"
Now pounding his cock harder and harder into her writhing cunt, he was plunging his finger rapidly in and out of her ass.
"Shit, honey!" she squealed, lifting her ass up off the bed. "All the way, baby! Ram your finger all the way up my hot asshole!"
Martin drove his inflamed prick even deeper into her shuddering cunt. His prick ripped in and out of her cunthole with the rapidity of a machine gun.
"That's it, baby!" she squealed.
Breathing harder and faster as her hips lurched wildly beneath him, Francine felt as though his iron-hard boner was driving clear up to her throat. The fantastic ecstasy of his finger swirling around in her asshole was almost more than she could stand.
From the way her cunt muscles were twitching, Martin knew she was nearing a climax. He began rearing back and slamming his cock into her with a fierce intensity. He could feel his ejaculation building deep in his balls and he was skillfully trying to bring them both to a climax at the same time.
Francine suddenly felt like every nerve in her body was centered in her pussy as her muscles began tensing in ecstasy.
"Oh, sweet darling!" she suddenly cried out. "I'm coming, sweet darling! I'm coming . . . coming all over your big hard cock!"
The ecstasy was almost unbearable when she felt his big load of thick hot cum gushing into her spasming cunt. Francine had never experienced such a mind-blowing orgasm in her entire life.
Later, as they sprawled out on the bed, sharing a cigarette, Francine was filled with the warmest after-glow that she'd ever experienced. She didn't want this heavenly afternoon to ever end. Francine wanted to feel his wonderful cock filling her cunt again and again. She drew his mouth down to her moistly parted lips.
Taking her in his arms, Martin pulled her soft naked body against him, feeling her big tits and hard nipples rubbing against his chest. He couldn't get over how soft and warm her body felt.
When Martin finally released her, Francine crawled down and tenderly inserted his flaccid cock into her mouth. She sucked gently on his soft meat. With her warm juicy lips locked firmly around his cock, she continued a steady sucking action while her tongue teased all over his cockhead.
Her efforts were soon rewarded when she felt his prick slowly expanding between her lips. She felt his cock thicken and lengthen until it was nudging against the back of her throat as well as pressing out against the back of her throat as well as pressing out against the insides of her cheeks. God, what a marvelous cock!
With his prick once more as hard as steel, Martin tenderly turned Francine over and pulled her up on her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her, he rested his hands on her hips, his eyes admiring the sight of her sexy ass. Looking just below her asshole, he could see his cum dripping out of her pussy and soaking her moist pubic hair. Her pink cuntlips looked so damned inviting as they peeked out from her soft nest of auburn pussy curls.
Grasping his enlarged cock in one hand, he pushed it between the slippery lips of her cunt. Holding her hips, he violently pulled her back against him as he thrust his cock forward.
"Oooooooh!" she squealed with delight as his thick boner streaked up through her fuck-channel.
Rapidly driving his prick in and out, Martin continued pulling her hips against him with every thrust, getting the deepest penetration possible. The way her slippery cunt walls squeezed around his shaft as it fucked in and out of her fuck-hole was driving him mad. Wild with lust, he was brutally fucking her as women were meant to be fucked, and she was enjoying every jolting second of it.
Francine began wildly rotating her ass as the heavenly assault continued, increasing the pleasure for both of them. Martin had never fucked such a wildly responsive woman in his life, and every wanton movement of her hot squirming body was firing his lust to a higher pitch.
"Fuck, darling, fuck!" she sobbed, pushing back and grinding her sizzling cunt around his plunging cock. "Give it to me, baby! Give me the fuckin' works!"
Removing one hand from her hip, Martin reached under the horny woman and began fingering her clit. This added pleasure was almost more than Francine could stand. Suddenly her shaking arms collapsed and she fell flat on her stomach. Martin followed her down, his prick still slamming in and out of her fuck-hole while his finger tore at her clit.
"Oh, honey!" she sobbed. "Just give me everything you've got!"
"Okay, baby," he panted, rising to his knees and driving his boner in and out with a brutal force. "Take this! And this! And this!"
"Harder, honey, harder!" she squealed, lifting her ass back up to make her battered cunt an easier target. "Fuck me harder!"
Wanting to please the insanely aroused woman, he drove and slammed and plunged his cock into her cunt with all his power.
"That's it, Martin!" she screamed with delight as the man fucked her pussy with fierce abandon, his steel-hard cock driving deeper and deeper into her belly. "That's it!"
Francine had never experienced anything to equal Martin's fantastic cock as it carried her closer and closer to a climax.
In his lusty assault on her hot pussy, he had lost all control of himself and suddenly realized he was on the verge of shooting his wad, but it was too late to hold back now.
"Okay, baby, here comes the juice!" he gasped, drilling his cock in as far as possible.
"Yes, honey, shoot it! Cream me!" screamed Francine, feeling his hot sperm gushing into her belly. "I'm coming, too . . . coming with you . . . coming with you!"
As always, the feel of his hot jizz gushing into her pussy triggered a heavenly orgasm.
"My God," he sighed a few minutes later as they lay sprawled out on the wet, rumpled sheet. "You're some woman."
"And you're some fucker," giggled Francine, glancing down at the big globs of cum oozing out from between her red, swollen cuntlips. "Nobody can fuck like you."
CHAPTER FOUR
Francine and her husband, Kent, had been friends with Martin and his wife, Sylvia, for years, and though Francine and Martin had started their illicit affair this summer, the two couples got together at least once a week.
One evening when the four of them were having drinks at the Fielding's house, Francine was being feverishly aroused by the nearness of her secret lover. She kept thinking about the beautiful big cock in his pants and she could hardly concentrate on the conversation. By the time Martin and Sylvia left, Francine was so hot between her legs that she could hardly stand it.
"Would you care for another drink, Kent?" Francine asked her husband, hoping a bit more alcohol would dull the burning desire in her oozing pussy.
"That sounds good," he smiled.
Walking into the kitchen to fix the drinks, Francine could feel the hot wet lips of her itching cunt slit rubbing together. She'd never felt so horny in her life.
Returning with the drinks, she sat down next to her husband on the sofa. Francine wished she were alone with Martin rather than her husband. The horny woman was practically gulping her drink as she sat thinking about Martin's big talented cock. She could almost feel it slithering in and out of her excited cunt.
"Another drink?" she asked when she'd drained her glass.
"Not yet," he smiled, holding up his full glass.
"I do," she said, going back to the kitchen.
Kent stared excitedly at her shapely legs as she moved across the room, hoping she'd be in a mood for a fuck when they went to bed.
Returning with her drink, Francine took a big gulp. Instead of the alcohol numbing her sexual desires as she'd hoped it would, it was doing just the opposite. Her hot, wet pussy was burning and itching with desire, and all she could think about was Martin's big gentle hands caressing and stimulating her body as only he could. God, how she wished her soft body was being held against his hard naked flesh while she stroked his magnificent cock.
"What are you thinking about?" her husband suddenly asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"Not much," she answered after a short pause. "Why?"
"Your mind seems to be a million miles away."
"Well, it isn't," Francine laughed. "It's right here with my husband."
Not saying another word, Kent took her in his arms and covered her soft mouth with his. Holding her close to him, he moved his hand up along the bare flesh of her inner thigh. Being in the super-horny mood she was in, Francine instinctively reached down and grasped his crotch.
Feeling the hard lump of cock in his pants sent a tremor through her excited body. Because of the horny state she was in, Francine no longer cared whether it was Martin's prick or not. At least it was a hard cock, and that's what she needed.
Half drunk and filled with lust, she excitedly pulled his zipper down and grasped his throbbing boner.
Kent had a large cock, and as Francine gently stroked his thick shaft, she wondered why it never seemed to satisfy her. It was every bit as large as Martin's, but her husband didn't seem to know how to use it. She'd often tried to teach him the things that really counted in sex, but she had never been able to get through to him. But right now in her horny state, she needed any cock, and Kent's prick was hard and available.
"God, honey," she whispered, her soft hand sliding the skin up and down over his big blood-engorged boner. "Your cock feels so fuckin' good tonight."
"Darling?" he asked in a trembling voice. "Would you like to go upstairs to bed?"
God, would she like it! But why did he ask her in such a formal way? Why didn't he just tear her clothes off and fuck the hell out of her? God, how she craved for some excitement in their sex life, but she'd learned not to expect it from dear sweet Kent.
"Yes, honey," she finally answered. "I'd love to go to bed."
After turning out the lights, they walked up the stairs together while Francine was wantonly stroking the stiff prick that was thrusting out from his open fly.
"Oh, honey," she whispered, loosening his belt when they entered the bedroom. "Are we gonna have fun tonight."
"God, I love you," he sighed when his pants and shorts dropped around his ankles.
"And I love you," she whispered as she unbuttoned his shirt. "But tonight we're gonna do naughty things to each other.
"That's what I want," he grinned.
When he was completely naked, Francine quickly removed her clothes and threw herself out on the bed.
"Come on, love," she teased, opening her bare thighs, wantonly exposing her juice-drenched cunt slit. "Here's my horny little fuck-hole, honey, and it's all yours. Now have some fun with it."
"That's just what I intend to do, darling," he smiled, turning toward the bathroom. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"
Francine almost blew up in a rage when she heard him turn on the shower, but she should have expected it. Not once during their marriage had he failed to take a shower before they fucked. Just once she would like to have him come to her a bit sweaty, with his cock having that musky male aroma, and attack her like a snorting bull.
In her intense state of sexual excitement, it seemed like hours before he finally returned from the bathroom, reeking of powder and cologne and a limp prick hanging between his legs.
"God, honey," she teased, reaching down and taking his limp prick between her fingers when he got into bed. "What happened to that big hard prick that walked up the stairs with me?"
"The shower temporarily cooled him off," smiled Kent, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"I'll bet I can wake him up," Francine giggled, lowering her face and slipping his soft prick into her mouth.
After being sucked on for a few brief moments, his cock started to swell and lurch in her mouth. It wasn't until he once again had a raging hard-on that she released it from between her lips.
"Jesus!" She grinned, raising her head. "You've sure got a beauty now."
Moving his hand down between her open thighs, he inserted the tip of his finger into her overheated cunt slit.
"God, it's so soft and juicy," he panted, sliding his finger in and out of her slippery fuck-hole. Then, as Francine had expected, he suddenly crawled down and buried his face into the warm softness of her moist pubic area.
"Oh, baby!" She giggled with delight when his tongue darted out, lightly flicking against her cuntlips.
She loved the way he always started by teasing her with light tongue probes. She loved everything about the way he went down on her. In fact he did a better job with his tongue than his cock. She had often thought that if his prick was as talented as his tongue, he'd be the world's best cocksman. She'd never found another man whose tongue could reach so far into her cunt as his.
"Ooooooh!" she squealed with delight when his thick wet tongue suddenly darted deep into her fuck-hole. "That's it, honey! Eat me, baby! Eat me good!"
She was moaning in ecstasy, and her long auburn hair flailed around the pillow as he sucked and slobbered on her creamy pussy.
Gently grasping her legs, he forced them back over her body until her knees almost touched her tits, exposing the full length of her moist cunt as well as her puckered asshole.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed with delight as she felt his hot wet tongue probing her asshole.
It was pure ecstasy for Francine as she lay in that doubled-back position with his tongue washing and licking her quivering asshole. She frantically clutched at the sheets when his tongue suddenly darted into the tight ring of her asshole, sending spasms through her entire naked body.
Finally removing his tongue from her squirming asshole, he plunged it deep into her cunt again. Mewling, Francine curled her fingers into his hair, pushing his face tighter into her juice-drenched cunt slit. Nothing seemed real to her except the shafts of pleasure that were piercing her flesh like a thousand needles. God, how she wished her husband could fuck like he sucked.
"Oh, Jesus!" she sobbed, writhing her sopping cunt up against his face. "Eat it, baby, eat it!"
His head was bobbing frantically as his tongue slashed wildly around in her hot squirming pussy. She could feel the tremors searing up through her belly and along her spine as his talented tongue fucked into her seething cunt.
Frantically sucking on her pussy, Kent thought his cock would explode if he didn't get it into her body soon. The anticipation of his prick slithering in and out of her juicy cunt was almost blowing his mind.
Feeling an orgasm approaching, Francine began screwing her pussy up tighter against his slavering mouth. The sensations of his tongue slithering around in her cunt was lifting her to incredible heights of ecstasy. Her impending climax was rushing toward her like a runaway freight train.
Unable to stand it any longer, Kent suddenly removed his mouth and frantically grabbed his lurching cock, aiming it at her wet cunt slit.
Before Francine realized what was happening, he had thrust the full length of his prick into her pussy.
"Oh, God!" Francine screamed, grabbing him to slow his fast strokes.
Kent always fucked into her with the speed of a rabbit, thinking about nothing except quickly firing his load. She clamped her thighs around his waist to try and slow him down, but it was no use. As always, the feel of her warm wet cunt caressing his stiff boner made a wild man out of him.
She tried to tell him how much better it would feel if it were done slowly, but her lips were smothered under his open, panting mouth. His tongue was wedged deep in her gasping throat, his frantic cock racing in and out with nothing but a wild desire to satisfy his lust.
Even though she couldn't slow him down, the feel of his prick racing in and out of her fuck-hole felt rather good to Francine, but she hoped he wouldn't shoot his wad as quickly as he usually did.
"Oh, God, this feels great," Kent moaned.
"I know, honey," she whispered. "But please slow down so it will last."
If he heard her, he ignored her as he continued fucking into her with the rapidity of a machine gun. Even though Kent was fucking into her like a wild animal, Francine suddenly found the sensation exceptionally exciting. Her main concern was that he might shoot his load before she could reach her own climax. She began frantically humping against him, trying to reach a climax before he did.
"That's it, honey!" she squealed. "Give it to me, darling! I'm almost there . . . almost there!"
Slamming her cunt up to meet every wild thrust of his boner, she was enjoying this fuck more than any she had ever had with him.
"Bang me, darling, bang me!" she sobbed. "Fuck me good, honey!"
"Oh, shit!" he gasped, tearing his mouth from hers. "I'm gonna squirt!"
"No!" she sobbed. "Not yet for Christ's sake! Wait for me! Wait for me!"
"I can't!" he panted. "It's too close."
"You dirty selfish bastard!" she screamed, feeling his cum gushing into her inflamed fuck-hole. "You filthy pig!"
Frantically clamping her cunt around his squirting cock, she thrust up and down against him, trying to reach a climax. Her trembling body was straining to achieve an orgasm, and she was within a split second of it when his squirting prick suddenly went limp.
"You dirty selfish bastard!" she sobbed. "That's the last time you're ever using me to empty your spunk into. From now on, I'm fucking real men, not a selfish creep like you."
"Please!" he begged. "I couldn't help it."
"Shut up, you filthy asshole!" she sobbed. "And take that slimy cock out of me!"
"Francine," he whispered, crawling out from between her legs. "I love you, darling, and I couldn't help it!"
"That's a crock of shit!" she snapped. "You don't even try to hold back. All you want to do is relieve yourself."
"But-"
"Shut up!" she shouted. "If you think my cunt is nothing but a garbage disposal for you to empty your stinking load into, you can drop dead!"
"I'll try to hold back next time," he begged. "I love you so much."
"There won't be a next time for you," she hissed. "The next time anyone screws me, it's going to be a real man's cock and not yours!"
"Francine," he whispered when she turned the light out.
"Shut up and go to sleep!" she snapped.
Francine was still awake when she heard the key turn in the front door, and she was relieved that Heather was home. She always worried when her daughter was out this late.
Her body was so nervous and tense from frustration that she couldn't get to sleep. God, how she wished she was in bed with Martin Fielding and his wonderful cock.
An hour later and still unable to sleep, she decided to go downstairs for a glass of milk.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed a light in the den and went to investigate. Looking in, she was dumbfounded to see Heather bent over behind a chair with her elbows braced on the back of it. Her panties and jeans were on the floor, and Randy Draper was drilling his hard cock into her cunt from the rear. Clutching the cheeks of her upturned ass, he fucked his gleaming prick in and out of Heather's cunt slit with a smooth steady rhythm.
Francine stared in complete amazement. She wasn't really shocked to see her daughter indulging in sex because the woman had started fucking at an early age also. Remembering her own sexually active youth, Francine had assumed that her daughter was probably doing the same.
The thing that amazed her was the sleek hardness of Randy's cock and the skill that he was using. It was obvious to Francine that the stud's wet glistening boner was as hard as tempered steel, but it was the rhythm and sureness of his fuck strokes that fascinated her.
Francine could almost feel the pleasure that Heather was experiencing as Randy's cock swooped in and out of her daughter's pussy. It was one of the most erotic sights that Francine had ever witnessed.
Watching by the crack of the door, Francine began fingering her clit to the rhythm of Randy's thrusts.
Finally afraid that she would be discovered, Francine tore herself away from the exciting scene and tiptoed back upstairs and slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. Sitting on the toilet seat, she spread her thighs and vigorously rubbed her clit until she brought herself to a rather mild climax.
Returning to bed, she spent the rest of the night in a restless sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day, Heather left about ten o'clock in the morning to play tennis, and Francine was in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee as her fingers massaged her pussy through the open front of the short dressing gown she was wearing.
After the frustrating evening with her husband last night, Francine kept thinking about her daughter's bare ass as Randy's sleek hard cock swooped in and out of her cunt from the rear. Why did she have to be stuck with a sexual oaf like her husband? As much as she craved sex, she vowed that the selfish bastard would never fuck her cunt again.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
Closing the front of her housecoat, she went to answer it.
"Hi, Mrs. Webb," smiled Randy. "Is Heather home?"
"I'm afraid not," she replied, thinking about his beautiful cock. "Is there any message?"
"Not really," grinned the handsome young man. "Just tell her I dropped by."
"Sure," she smiled, thinking how much she'd like to be alone with him. "I just made a fresh pot of coffee. Would you care to join me?"
"Heck, yes," the young man answered. "If it's not too much trouble."
When Randy was seated in the kitchen, Francine reached for a cup on a high shelf, and her short housecoat pulled up, revealing the lower part of her smooth asscheeks to him.
Placing the cup in front of him, she sat down and crossed her legs, revealing most of her inner thighs under the short garment she was wearing. She was more than pleased with the excited expression on his face. Francine had been around enough to know when a man was lusting over her, and she could tell that this young man was.
Rising, Francine picked up the coffee pot and leaned over in front of Randy to pour it, letting the robe fall open enough that her luscious tits almost spilled out. Randy's startled eyes just stared at the big nipples that were jiggling around only a few inches from his face.
Glancing down as she continued pouring the coffee, Francine could see Randy's cock throbbing in his pants and she knew that she'd soon have this handsome stud upstairs in her bed.
Returning the pot to the stove, she moved over by the sink and leaned back, letting the front of her housecoat fall completely open.
Randy almost fell off his chair as he stared at the silky tuft of auburn cunt hair nestled just below the smooth flat plane of her creamy white tummy.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she gasped, pulling the robe closed, pretending it was an accident. "This damned thing keeps falling open in front."
"That's all right," he gasped.
"I'll bet you've seen lots of pussies anyway," giggled Francine.
"What are you talking about?"
"I saw you fucking Heather's hot little pussy in the den last night." She smiled.
Francine walked over in front of him and rubbed his crotch with her bare toes.
"And I saw this beauty, too."
"Jesus! If you keep that up you're gonna get laid."
"That's what I want," she whispered, taking his hand. "Let's go up to my room."
Once upstairs, she began rubbing his prick through the material of his pants. Smiling at him, she felt electric-like thrills racing up and down the length of his hard young boner.
"This is exactly what I want," she whispered, lowering his zipper and reaching in for his throbbing cock.
Randy began trembling with expectation as her soft cool fingers drew his hard cock from the tight confines of his pants.
"I'm sure going to enjoy this beauty," she excitedly whispered as she began sliding his foreskin back and forth over his big purple cock-knob.
There was a meatiness about his sleek long cock that felt so good against her squeezing fingers. She could almost taste his fuck-juice squirting into her feverishly sucking mouth.
God, how she wanted the rich taste of his hot, thick jizz.
Momentarily releasing his lurching prick, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Pressing her mouth against his chest, she nibbled lightly on his nipples. She could feel his muscular body quivering with excitement as she mouthed his sensitive nipples. Lifting her softly parted lips to his, she unbuckled his pants and dropped them down around his ankles. When she finally had him completely naked, Francine gently pushed him down on the bed.
Stretched out on the bed, Randy watched her disrobe. He had never seen anything more beautiful than Francine looked as she dropped her housecoat, wearing nothing beneath it. With her lush auburn hair falling loosely over her bare shoulders, there was a wild animal lust in her smoldering eyes. The big hard nipples on her lust tits seemed to be swollen to twice their normal size. There was an erotic lewdness to the soft bare flesh of her creamy inner thighs that was enhanced by the flow of cunt juice that was oozing out from between her puffy pussylips.
Randy could hardly wait to lick the bubbling fluids from her slippery pink cunt. God, how he wanted to bury his nose into the musky aroma of her sweet damp pubic hair.
Lying next to him on the bed, Francine drew his hard naked body on top of hers. One of his legs slipped between her thighs, and she brought the soft flesh of her upper leg up under his crotch, rubbing it against his big lust-swollen balls. Grinding the soft warm flesh against his prick and nuts, Francine covered his lips with her hot, open mouth, entwining her tongue around his. Gently rubbing her leg against his throbbing boner, she could feel it violently jerking with anticipation. She was sucking on his tongue, nibbling lightly with her teeth, sending delicious tremors through his body.
Randy had never felt as aroused in his life as he did at this moment with the beautiful woman's soft bare thigh moving sensually against his cockshaft.
"Are you ready for a nice hot fuck?" she whispered.
"Christ, yes!" he panted.
"Good," she smiled. "I love to feel a nice hard cock deep in my pussy. I just want you to fuck the shit out of me."
"Don't worry about that," he panted. "You're gonna get the best fuck you've ever had."
"Good," she panted. "That's what I want."
Spreading her creamy thighs lewdly apart, Francine reached down and spread the slippery pink lips of her hot juicy cunt.
"Shove it in here, honey," she whispered. "Ram it in as far as you can."
Holding his throbbing cock, he nudged his hard cockhead up against the hot wet flesh of her cunt slit.
"Jesus, honey, shove it in!" she whimpered, grinding her hot slippery crotch up against his prick. "Fuck it to me! Shove the fuckin' thing in!"
Giving a sudden lunge, he drove his cock all the way up into the scalding hotness of her juicy cunt.
"Ooooooooh, God!" Francine moaned as his cock filled her pussy. "It's so good, so fucking, fucking good!"
With his boner buried in her hot cunt slit, Randy was driving deeper and deeper into her passion-slickened cunt. Francine moved her hips up to meet every thrust of his plunging prick. Their lewdly coupled bodies were pounding against each other at an ever quickening tempo.
"Oh, shit, it's good!" she squealed with ecstasy. "Stick your finger up my butt! Please stick your finger up my ass!"
Reaching under her slippery wet asscheeks, Randy began probing for the horny woman's asshole. Her hot cunt juices were running down between the crack of her ass, saturating her puckered shitter with the slippery fluid. Because of the abundant lubrication, the tip of his finger slid easily into her rectum.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuggghhh!" she shrieked with delight when his finger ripped through the tight ring of her asshole.
Excited by her squeals of delight, he rammed his finger in a little farther.
"Yes! Yes!" Francine screamed. "That's the way, baby! Give me more! Give me more!"
Loving the feel of his finger in her ass, she kept screwing her ass back until his probing finger was buried to the palm of his hand. Swirling his finger around in the hot buttery darkness of her shitter, he could feel the underside of his plunging prick through the thin tissues that separated her two holes.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Francine squealed, frantically rotating her asshole around his plunging finger as his stiff cock drove deeper and harder into her cunt.
Her swollen pussylips were clinging to and sucking against his juice-slickened prick every time he partially withdrew it for the next lunge.
"Ooooooooh! Ooooooooh!" she shrieked when the force of his cock and finger drove deeper into her two lust-crazed holes. "I'm coming! Holy shit, how I'm coming . . . coming!"
Pulling her knees back against her tits, she locked her ankles around his shoulders, offering the entire length of her juicy pussy to his battering assault. With her cunt writhing up against him, her mouth was drooling while her long auburn hair flailed wildly around her contorted face. Screwing her spasming cunt up around his pounding prick, Francine jerked and wrenched as she was seized by a mind-blowing climax.
As her wild orgasm began receding, she fell limply back against the pillow, her pussy spasmodically quivering around his still-plunging boner. He hadn't shot his wad yet, and his entire body was aching to fire his hot load of jizz into the woman's trembling belly.
"Christ, what a fuck!" she whispered. "It was just fantastic!"
"It isn't over yet," he gasped, still pounding his throbbing cock in and out of her juicy cunt. "The best is yet to come."
"Oh, my God!" she shrieked with rapture, realizing for the first time that he was still fucking his hard cock into her. "Oh, you sweet fucker! Make me come again! Oh, please do it again!"
They were both so enthralled with their wild fuck that neither of them noticed Heather watching from the bedroom door. Having returned earlier than usual from tennis, Heather heard the noise coming from her mother's room, and going upstairs to investigate, she found her mom in bed with Randy.
Heather was both hurt and stunned, but the sight of her boyfriend's juice-slickened cock drilling in and out of her mother's juicy cunt seemed to excite her. The wet, slurping sound of his prick sluicing in and out of her mom's hotly sucking pussy was strangely erotic to the young girl.
"That's it, you sweet fucker!" she heard her mother squeal. "Christ, can you fuck, baby! You can really fuck!"
Unaware that her daughter was watching them, Francine was completely lost in her overpowering passions.
"That's the way to fuck!" she squealed, "Give me everything you've got, honey!"
Crazed by her cries of lust, Randy was slamming his hard throbbing prick up into her cunt with a brutal ferocity. Every driving thrust was lifting her juice-smeared ass from the bed.
"Harder, Randy, harder!" she shrieked, carried away by the young man's violent fucking. "Bang the shit out of me!"
Each brutal thrust of his hard cock was bringing more and more joy to Francine's ravished body. With his spearing boner slamming into the farthest depths of her cunt, it was almost more ecstasy than the lurching woman could handle.
"More, more, more!" she shrieked. "Do me good! Fuck me good!"
There was a wild look of uncontrollable lust in Randy's eyes as he increased the intensity of his fucking. Francine was half-crazed with the reckless way he was pounding his cock into her cunt, and she was hysterically screaming for more.
"More, baby, harder! Give me more!" she taunted, clutching his virile young body in her arms.
The beautiful woman hadn't dreamed that the youth could give her such a wild fuck, and she loved every lust-filled second of it. She luxuriated in the violent way he fucked her aroused cunt.
With her head rolling from side to side, her long auburn hair flying around her flushed face, Francine glanced down at his juice-slickened cock as it drove in and out of her pussy. The sight and sound of his stiff young boner sluicing through her inflamed cunt excited the near-hysterical woman. God, how she loved to be fucked by this virile young man.
"That's it, Randy!" she whimpered, grinding her smoldering wet cunt up around his plunging prick. "Fuck me good, honey! Jesus, it's good! I love it!"
Watching from the doorway, Heather had her hand up under her skirt and was excitedly rubbing her pussy as she watched her wildly fucking mother and boyfriend. The erotic sight and sounds had really turned her on, and as she watched Randy fucking her mom, Heather suddenly wondered how it would feel to be fucked by her dad.
Excitedly rubbing her swollen clitty, Heather could almost feel Randy's hard prick banging in and out of her own aroused pussy. Watching the writhing couple on the bed, Heather could see her mother's hands digging into the sweaty crack between Randy's asscheeks.
Clutching him tightly, Francine was probing around his rectum.
"That's it, Mrs. Webb!" Randy suddenly shouted. "Ram your finger up my ass!"
"Then fuck me harder!" she screamed, thrusting her finger into his asshole.
"God, that feels good!" he gasped, slamming his prick even deeper into her scalding fuck-hole.
Their writhing bodies were locked lewdly together. Francine's erect nipples were tingling with excitement as his muscular chest rubbed against her soft lust tits.
"Oh, shit, it's so fuckin' good," Francine whimpered as their wildly undulating bodies pounded together.
Realizing that he was on the verge of shooting his hot load, Randy frantically increased the speed of his brutal assault.
"Oh, Christ, honey!" she panted. "You're really fucking me now!"
"Hang on!" he roared. "Get ready for a cuntful of jizz!"
"Oh, yes!" she squealed with delight. "That's what I want. Shoot me full! Shoot me full of it!"
Thrilled at the thought of his hot cum gushing into her cunt, Francine spread her thighs even wider and snaked her legs up over his shoulders, raising her pussy to take even more of his plunging cock. His brutal, violent thrusts were rattling her as his hard boner drove deeper and harder into her hot, juicy fuck-hole.
Francine could feel her rapidly approaching climax building up in her writhing cunt. Every nerve in her body was tensing for the impending explosion that was about to engulf her.
"Here it comes! Here comes the juice!" he shouted, rearing back and ramming his cock into her cunt with all his strength.
"Squirt, baby, squirt!" she sobbed. "Squirt me good! Fill me up!"
The feel of Randy's hot thick sperm exploding into her cunt triggered Francine's own wild orgasm.
"Oh, sweet fuckin' shit!" she squealed, writhing up to meet his lurching body. "I'm coming! Oh, shit, how I'm coming! Coming!"
Screwing her cunt up tightly around the base of his exploding shaft, Francine could feel his cock spewing torrents of hot fuck-cream into her spasming cunt. The room was whirling madly around her as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through her body.
Francine clung frantically to the handsome young man until her orgasm was complete.
Suddenly realizing she had to pee, Heather hurried down the hall to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet as the hot piss squirted noisily out of her excited cunt, the young girl could think of nothing but that hard cock sliding in and out of her mother's juicy pussy.
As erotic as it had been, Heather suddenly felt hatred for both her mother and Randy. She had known her mother was nothing but a slut since she first found her fucking around with Martin Fielding, but she had thought Randy really cared for her, and it almost broke the youngster's heart when she found him fucking her mother.
Heather didn't know what she was going to do about it, but she knew she would get even with her slutty mom if it was the last thing she ever did.
CHAPTER SIX
It was just three days later that Kent unexpectedly came home early from the office and found his wife in bed with Martin Fielding.
"Oh, my God!" Francine gasped when she suddenly saw her husband looking down at them.
"You rotten bitch!" Kent shouted as Martin quickly scrambled out of bed, grabbed his clothes and ran downstairs. "You dirty filthy slut!"
With her lips trembling, Francine just stared at him as he turned and left the room.
Kent had been pacing back and forth in the living room when Francine came downstairs with her hair all disheveled and her lipstick smeared.
"Please, darling," she sobbed, throwing her arms around him. "You've got to let me explain."
"Don't touch me, you rotten bitch!" he shouted, pushing her away from him.
"I'm sorry!" she cried, tears running down her face as Heather came out of the kitchen to see what all the shouting was about.
"You rotten slut!" Kent yelled. "How could you let that man fuck you?"
"You're nothing but a filthy whore!" he roared as Heather stared wide-eyed at her parents.
After storming out of the house, Kent didn't return until late that night. Still too upset to sleep, he noticed a light under Heather's door.
He knocked on Heather's door.
"Who is it?"
"Daddy," he answered. "Is it all right if I come in?"
"Sure," she beamed, relieved that he'd finally come home.
"Why are you still awake?"
"I was worried about you," answered Heather, laying her book down on the bedside table.
Walking across the room, he sat down on the edge of her bed.
"Where have you been?" she asked, propping another pillow up behind her head.
"Just driving around and thinking," he sighed.
"I'm sorry about what Mom did," she whispered, wishing there was something she could do to comfort her sweet father.
"I am, too," he sighed again. "I wish I knew what to do."
"Don't do anything hasty," she quietly advised him. "Think about it for a few days before you do anything."
"The thing that really hurts is the fact that I've never even thought about cheating on your mother," he said.
"Maybe you should," giggled the young girl, trying to cheer him up. "They say a strange piece of tail really makes a man happy."
"What the hell do you know about things like that?" he asked, shocked to hear his daughter make such a statement.
"God, Daddy, kids aren't all that innocent these days," she giggled. "We know what it's all about."
Hearing his pretty daughter talking so casually about sex, Kent looked down and saw the exciting cleavage in the front of her low-cut nightie. Suddenly conscious of her tits for the first time, he stared nervously at the swollen nipples sticking out against the almost-transparent material of her gown. He'd always thought of his daughter as a little girl, and he had never thought of her as being sexy, but now he suddenly realized that she was really well stacked.
"Daddy," she continued, aware that his attention was on her tits. "I think you should have an affair with another woman."
"Don't be silly, honey," he smiled, still staring at her lush tits. "I wouldn't know where to start."
"Do you like my titties?" She giggled with a naughty gleam in her eyes.
"I-I guess so," he stammered.
"I still think you should have an affair," grinned Heather, realizing that her half-naked tits were exciting her father.
"Maybe I should," sighed her dad. "But I don't know any women that would be interested in me."
"I'll bet there are lots of women who would love to go to bed with a handsome man like you."
"Like who for instance?"
"Me," she whispered. "My God, you're still a baby!" he gasped. "I'm not a baby," she giggled. "And I'm no virgin."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Sure."
"Who have you been messing around with?"
"Randy Draper, for one."
"Are you putting me on?" he gasped, finding it hard to believe that his young daughter was fucking around.
"Of course not," she smiled. "You should try me yourself."
"That's stupid!" he snapped. "You're my own daughter."
"That doesn't matter," she giggled, throwing back the covers and lifting the hem of her nightie, letting him see her hair-fringed cunt slit between her spread thighs. "I've got the equipment, haven't I?"
"My God!" he gulped, unable to take his eyes away from his daughter's cunt.
"And you've got a prick, haven't you?" She grinned.
"I-I guess so," he nervously stammered.
"Well, it looks like we have everything we need," she giggled. "And I'm sure in the mood for a hot fuck."
Kent couldn't believe his daughter was saying these naughty words, yet he was finding it a real turn-on. Staring between her shapely legs, Kent could feel his prick throbbing wildly in his pants.
"Look, Daddy," she giggled, seeing the big bulge in the front of his pants. "You've got a hard-on. Why don't you take your clothes off so I can have a good look at it?"
Suddenly more aroused than he'd ever been in his life, Kent no longer gave a shit if it was his little daughter or not as he began quickly disrobing.
"Ooooooh, Daddy, he's a beauty," she whispered, reaching out and touching his thick cock as he stood beside the bed. "Please stick it in my horny little pussy."
"God, honey," he panted. "It just doesn't seem right to fuck my own daughter."
"Don't be such a prude," she giggled, taking his hand and pulling him down on the bed with her. "A cunt's a cunt, and a cock's a cock, and they were made for fucking, so let's get with it."
Heather's hot pussy was burning and itching with desire when she curled her fingers around his throbbing boner and began skimming the foreskin back and forth over his bloated cock-knob. Her dad's prick was much larger than Randy's cock, and the size of it really turned her on.
Becoming more aroused with every passing moment, she began lightly licking his bloated cockhead. From the way the blood was pulsing through his big throbbing cock, Heather could tell he was already on the verge of shooting his hot load, and she knew he'd never be able to last more than a few minutes in her hot juicy pussy.
"Oh, God!" he panted when she momentarily lifted her head. "I'm gonna come and lose my hard-on."
"That's all right, Daddy," Heather said as she lowered her mouth down over his big swollen cockhead again. "It won't take me long to get him hard again."
A wild shudder raced through his body when his daughter's juicy mouth began passionately sucking on his tingling prick. Cupping his balls in her palms as she sucked, Heather was teasing the sensitive ring of his puckered asshole with her finger.
His body was trembling with excitement. Kent could hardly stand the ecstasy and rapture he was feeling. His fingers were clutching the sheets as the intense joy in his loins increased, his entire body tensing and stiffening until he suddenly shot a hot stream of slippery sperm into his daughter's slurping mouth.
"Mmmmmm, that's good," she smiled, licking her lips as she released his limp spent cock from her mouth.
"But I wanted to screw you," he sighed.
"You can," she grinned, lowering her mouth down toward his flaccid cock again. "I'll get it hard the same way I emptied it."
After sucking, mouthing and licking on his prick for almost ten minutes, she finally felt his cock start to swell and throb in her mouth.
"I told you I'd get him hard again," she giggled, sucking deeper and harder on his boner.
Her father was now writhing in ecstasy as Heather sucked and pulled on his rapidly expanding prick.
"He's ready, Daddy!" she squealed with delight. "Now we can fuck!"
Unable to control his wild lust, Kent quickly crawled up between his daughter's widely spread legs. Grasping his hard cock, as he pointed it toward her juicy cunt slit. After he'd made two or three excited attempts to insert his prick into her pussy, Heather finally grabbed his stiff boner and guided it up into her feverishly hot cunt.
"Oh, Jesus!" he gasped when he felt the hot slick flesh of her tight young pussy closing snugly around his cock. "My God, that feels good!"
The silky texture of her soft warm cunt-flesh squeezing hotly and wetly around his throbbing cock was pure heaven. He could hardly believe his entire prick was completely buried in his daughter's fuck-hole until he finally felt his balls nestling in the soft crevice between her asscheeks.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned, closing her soft naked thighs around his waist. "Your hard cock feels so good in me!"
After letting his thick throbbing cock soak in her hotly squeezing cunt for a few moments, he slowly withdrew his juice-slickened cock until only his knob remained in her. Then pausing momentarily, he violently drilled his prick up through the hot slick passage again. Thrilled by the intense rapture, Kent began slamming his boner in and out with hard rapid strokes.
"Oh, Daddy!" she whimpered, screwing her hot little pussy up around the base of his cock. "You've got such a neat big cock!"
The wild sensation of her tight young cunt squeezing his prick was almost blowing his mind. He could hardly wait to fire his excited load into her pussy. Crazed with desire, he began madly thrusting his cock in and out of her snug cunt.
"Daddy!" she gasped, squeezing her thighs against his waist and pushing at his chest with her hands. "Take it easy, Daddy! slow down and fuck me nice and easy!"
Grasping his hips, she began controlling the tempo of his strokes.
"That's it, Daddy," she whispered into his ear. "Nice and slow and sexy."
The feel of her cunt squeezing and sucking on his cock as it moved in and out at a slower pace was driving him wild with excitement. It was the most enjoyable sensation he'd ever experienced. The intense pleasure created by the smooth, slow strokes was building to a level of ecstasy that was becoming almost unbearable. God, how he wanted to shoot her cunt full of hot cum.
Suddenly losing control, he once more began wildly fucking into her.
"Goddamn it!" she gasped, pushing against his chest. "Stop it! Shit, Daddy, don't use me as something to jack off in. Take it easy!"
"I can't stand it any longer," he moaned. "This is driving me crazy!"
"Is this the way you fuck Mother?"
"Of course it is," he gasped. "This is the way every guy fucks."
"No wonder mom fucks around," Heather muttered. "You need a lesson in sex education, and I'm gonna see that you get it."
"Shit!" he panted, his body trembling with frustration. "I've been fucking all my life and I don't need some kid to teach me now to screw!"
"Do you like fucking me?" she whispered.
"God, yes!" he panted, trying to ram his cock deeper into her cunt.
"Then you'll have to fuck me nice and slow." She giggled, tenderly kissing his lips. "I want to be loved, not used."
"All right, baby," he smiled. "I'll do anything you say."
"Daddy," she whispered. "Roll over on your back so I can fuck you for a change."
With his cock making a loud slurping sound when he pulled it out, Kent rolled onto his back with his hard boner spearing straight up toward the ceiling.
Giving her handsome father a loving smile, Heather straddled his loins and slowly lowered her hot cunt down over his throbbing cock.
Kent shivered with excitement as he watched his throbbing boner disappearing into his daughter's juice-drenched pussy again. The feel of her slick cunt sliding hotly over his cockshaft was almost more than he could stand.
When her dad's hard prick was completely embedded in her pussy, Heather began lewdly rotating her juicy cunt around the base of his shaft.
"Like it?" she whispered.
"God, yes!" gasped Kent, looking up at his darling daughter sitting erectly on his deeply buried boner, thrilled by the sight of her hard nipples standing out from her full tits.
Smiling at him with half-closed eyes, Heather began moving her pussy up and down over his throbbing cock, her inner cunt flesh rubbing against every tingling nerve on his hotly pulsing cock.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned when he reached out and began teasing her rock-hard nipples as she pumped her cunt up and down over his slippery prick.
Suddenly realizing that she was about to reach her climax, Heather quickly rolled him over on top of her, with his stiff boner still deeply embedded in her cunt.
"Now fuck me," she whispered. "Just fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me as hard as you want to!"
Lewdly pulling her knees back and opening her thighs wider apart, Heather grasped the sinewy cheeks of his hard ass and pulled him even deeper into her arching, straining cunt. Wanting to give him an extra thrill, she began probing around his puckered asshole with her fingertip. When it finally popped through the sensitive ring of his asshole, he gave a violent lurch as he speared his passion-bloated cock deeper into her pussy.
"Oooooooh, shit!" she squealed, feeling her father violently pounding his hard prick into her cunt. "That feels so fucking good, Daddy!"
Kent felt a wild climax building deep in his churning balls as his squealing daughter propelled him faster and faster with her finger up his rectum. As his hard boner plunged savagely into her hot cunt slit, Heather knew she was on the verge of a wild orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" she screamed, feeling the hot waves of ecstasy flooding through her wildly lurching body. "Screw me good, Daddy! Shoot me full of jizz! I'm coming . . . coming!"
Kent suddenly felt his scalding jizz starting its fiery journey up through his cock shaft as he pounded deeper and deeper into his daughter's cunt.
"I'm coming . . . commmmiiiinnnnggg!" she screamed, screwing her hot pussy up tighter around the base of his wildly spurting cock to receive the hot load of cum that was gushing into her writhing belly.
With his prick still shooting jizz into her spasming cunt, Heather pulled his mouth down to her moistly parted lips, thrusting her tongue deep into his throat, giving him a kiss that very few fathers ever get from their daughters.
"Daddy," she whispered a few minutes later as his prick began slowly shrinking in her sperm-flooded fuck-hole. "Did you like fuckin' my hot little pussy?"
"God, baby, it was fantastic!" he smiled as he slowly pulled his limp cock out of her cunt.
"I'm glad," she giggled, lowering her hot moist mouth down toward his shriveled cock. "Because we're gonna do a lot more fucking from now on."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following day, Kent moved all his things into the guest room. He knew he should move out of the house completely, but after that wonderful fuck with Heather last night, he didn't want to be separated from his daughter.
Kent and Francine rarely spoke to each other, and that was only when it was absolutely necessary.
Now that her husband knew about her sexual relationship with Martin, Francine was brazenly spending most evenings in a motel with her lover.
Whenever Francine left the house in the evening, Heather and her dad would hurry up to his room where they'd quickly undress and get to bed. Because of his daughter's instructions, Kent's fuck technique had improved immensely. He'd achieved so much self-control that he was always bringing Heather off two or three times before he shot his wad.
For the first time in his life, he was enjoying the delights of extended foreplay as well as the ecstasy of prolonging a fuck. In the past, his frantic ejaculations had been his only concern. Now he was grateful that Heather had taught him to share the ecstasy of sex with a loving partner.
Fully aware that his wife was carrying on a torrid affair with Martin Fielding, Kent didn't seem to mind because of all the time it gave him to be alone with his sexy young daughter. He realized his sexual bumbling had driven Francine to another man, but he no longer cared what she did.
If the arrangement was ideal for Heather and her father, it was pure hell for Martin's wife, Sylvia. The beautiful woman's sex drive was as strong, or possibly even stronger, than Francine's, and with her husband gone almost every evening, it was almost driving the frustrated woman up the wall. It was her intense need for sex that had attracted Sylvia to Martin, and after her first lusty fuck with the talented cocksman, she knew that no other man would be able to satisfy her. It was because of his sexual skills that Sylvia married him shortly after they met.
Fully aware of her husband's insatiable sex drive, she had no doubts that he fooled around occasionally, but she never participated in any extra-marital relationships because she knew she'd receive no satisfaction from anyone but her husband.
Though she'd tolerated his suspected affairs in the past, he was now behaving in a very strange manner.
After a night of intense screwing, he would leave the house around noon the next day and wouldn't return until later that evening. When they went to bed, he calmly informed Sylvia that he was too tired for sex. They would spend almost the entire next day in bed, engaging in every position and form of sex that their lewd minds could imagine. It was the most satisfying day that Sylvia could remember, but Martin didn't return until very late the next night, only to inform her that he was again too tired for sex.
After that had gone on for two or three weeks, Sylvia confronted him about his strange behavior, and he finally admitted that he was having an affair with Francine Webb.
At first Sylvia could hardly believe what he was saying. It seemed incredible that her husband was fucking her very best friend.
Sylvia knew that she should have left him immediately, but she couldn't bear the thought of going through life without her lusty husband. Hoping the affair would eventually burn itself out, Sylvia reluctantly accepted the situation rather than lose Martin forever.
Stepping out of the shower one morning, Sylvia carefully inspected her nude figure in the full-length mirror. At the age of thirty, she was a woman of medium height with firm tits, full hips and a slim girlish figure. She had an exotically beautiful face with big smoky-gray eyes and long dark hair that fell down over the flawlessly smooth skin of her shoulders.
She could see nothing wrong with her appearance that would prompt a man to reject her. Sylvia was certain that she was more than an adequate fuck-mate, yet here she was, horny as hell for a hot fuck while her husband was lustily pumping his cock into another woman's cunt. Looking at the triangle of silky pubic hair around her hotly oozing pussy, she imagined Martin's hard boner gliding in and out of it.
Unable to stand the frustration any longer, Sylvia decided to go out for lunch and do some shopping. At least it would take her mind away from her agonizing problems.
Sitting at a secluded table in a dim corner of a fashionable restaurant, Sylvia decided to have a martini before having lunch. She had just ordered a second drink when she looked up and saw Kent Webb standing by her table.
"Hello, Sylvia," he smiled.
"Hi, Kent!"
"Are you expecting someone?"
"No," she muttered, wanting to lunch alone.
"Then may I join you?"
"Certainly," Sylvia said, not wanting to offend him. They had always been good friends, but his presence only served to remind her that Martin was now probably with his wife.
Kent ordered a martini and they were soon enjoying a relaxed conversation. After her lonely days at home, Sylvia found Kent's company extremely pleasant. Both avoided mentioning their respective mates, neither of them knowing whether the other knew about the affair.
Relaxing for the first time in weeks, Sylvia ordered a third round of martinis. Her mind slightly clouded by the cocktails, Sylvia was idly studying her companion. Although she'd known him for a few years, this was the first time she'd really noticed his handsome features.
Being in a horny and frustrated mood, she felt a tingle in her pussy when she began wondering how he would perform in bed. This was the first time since she'd known him that she had ever remotely thought of him in a sexual way.
Looking at his firm, but gentle mouth, Sylvia had a strange desire to feel his lips against hers. Maybe it was her pent-up frustrations, mixed with the alcohol, but there was a delightful excitement stirring in her loins. She could feel her heart pounding with excitement as she talked to him.
Kent had always considered Sylvia as an exceptionally beautiful woman, but he, too, had never thought of her as a sex partner. Watching the warmth in her smoky-gray eyes as she gazed at him over the rim of her martini glass, he felt a strange stirring in his loins. For the first time in his life, he began wondering how she would look naked.
"I wonder what they're doing now," she suddenly said, lowering the glass from her lips.
"You know?" he asked.
"Yes, I knew," she smiled. "But I wasn't certain whether you did."
"I've known for quite a while."
"Well," she giggled, slightly tipsy from the martinis. "I guess we're a couple of rejects."
"No, Sylvia," he smiled. "With your beauty, you could never be called a reject."
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked, her smoldering eyes once more looking at him over the rim of her glass.
"I think you're one of the prettiest women I've ever seen."
"Pretty enough to fuck?"
"What?" he gasped.
"Would you like to fuck me?" She giggled.
"God, yes!" spluttered Kent. "When?"
"Right now," she whispered, draining her glass. "I'd rather fuck than eat."
When they checked into a hotel just around the corner, Kent ordered two martinis sent up to their room. After the drinks arrived, they sat down together on a sofa, both feeling a bit self-conscious about their next move.
"Well," she giggled, looking over at him. "Here we are."
Not saying anything, Kent drew her soft warm body into his arms. Their self-consciousness quickly dissolved into passion when she covered his mouth with her moistly parted lips, sensuously teasing his tongue with hers. Aroused by her frustrated lust and the martinis, she pressed her lush body against his as they passionately sucked on each other's tongue.
Her loins quivered with excitement when she felt his trembling fingers lowering the zipper on the back of her dress. As she removed her arms from the sleeves, the top of Sylvia's dress dropped into her lap, exposing her amply filled bra. Within a matter of seconds he undid the snaps of her bra, letting her luscious tits spill out in front of his approving eyes.
Shivering with delight, she felt his strong hands fondling her hard nipples. Quickly he sucked the quivering hard bud deep into his mouth.
When he removed his mouth from her tingling tit, she arched her ass up so he could slip the dress down over her hips. She could feel his tongue flicking around her ears, her neck, down to her tits again and then finally down to her navel.
Sylvia was writhing with excitement as he peeled her sheer pantyhose down over the soft flesh of her ass, his fingers lightly probing and teasing her asshole before he stripped the hose from her shapely legs.
Her lovely body was spread out nakedly on the couch when he stood up and quickly removed his own clothes. With his hard cock thrusting up in front of him, Kent picked her up and placed the lovely woman on the bed. Joining her, he cupped her ass and drew her luscious soft body against his.
Grasping his throbbing cock, Sylvia was pleasantly surprised to find that it was as big, or possibly even bigger than Martin's. With a sudden lunge, she lowered her mouth down over his straining prick, flicking her tongue expertly around his swollen boner.
Kent was going wild from the feel of her juicy soft lips sucking on his cock while her fingers moved lightly up and down the underside of his quivering cockshaft. He was trembling from the intense excitement when she suddenly released his throbbing cock from her mouth and rolled onto her back.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "I need your prick."
Getting up on his knees, Kent stared at her pussy.
"Oh, God, your cock feels good," she whispered, closing her fingers around his thick shaft and guiding it into her frothy fuck-hole.
When Kent felt her cunt swallowing the head of his cock, he thrust it the rest of the way in with one long swooping motion.
"Oh, shit, that feels good!" she cried when he began fucking smoothly in and out of her pussy.
After pounding his prick into her for several minutes, Kent could tell from the way her body was writhing that she was rapidly approaching a climax. To enhance the pleasure of her orgasm, he began thrusting his thick prick deeper and harder into her pussy. As his hard prick plunged in and out of her cunt, he could feel her hot erect nipples burning into his flesh as his chest rubbed against her firm tits.
"That's it, honey!" she squealed. "Faster! Fuck me faster!"
Martin's cock had never felt as good in her cunt as Kent's plunging prick. The ecstasy was almost more than her sex-hungry body could endure.
"Fuck it to me, baby!" sobbed Sylvia, wrapping her lush thighs tighter around his heaving waist, exposing even more of her cunt to his plundering boner.
She hysterically clawed at his shoulders as his juice-slickened prick slithered in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, fuck, baby, fuck!" she shrieked when an orgasm began to envelop her. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm coming . . . commmmiiiinnnggg!"
Clinging tightly to him, she felt wave after wave of unbelievable ecstasy surging through her body.
"Oh, God, honey," she whispered when the climax had passed. "I've never been fucked like that in my life. God, what a cocksman!"
"And you're some piece of ass, too," he smiled, thankful that his young daughter had taught him so much.
"That's because I love to fuck," giggled Sylvia, covering his lips with her hot open mouth.
Sylvia suddenly became aware of the big hard cock that was pulsating in her pussy. Because of her mind-blowing climax, she hadn't realized that Kent had not shot his wad.
"Jesus Christ!" She giggled, rolling him over on his back. "It looks like I'm gonna get another ride."
Straddling his loins, with her cunt just above his erect shaft, she leaned forward on her elbows, pressing her luscious tits against his face.
"Suck 'em, baby," she whispered, slowly lowering her pussy down around his hard cock, feeling his hot cockhead parting her slippery cuntlips.
Mewling, she continued lowering her cunt until his entire big boner was completely embedded in her belly.
"Oh, Kent," she whispered as he passionately sucked and licked her big hard nipples.
She was raising and lowering her pussy, feeling every vein and sinew of his gnarly prick slithering against her sensitive cuntal tissues. His cock was glistening with the hot juices that were flowing from her inflamed pussy as she continued fucking up and down over his steel-hard boner. Wild with lust, Kent was thrusting his hips up to meet every downward stroke of her creamy, hot fuck-hole.
"That's it, baby!" she shrieked, bouncing harder and faster on his rigid pole. "Holy shit, here it comes! My God, I'm coming . . . coming . . . coming!"
Throwing herself across his body, Sylvia was ecstatically writhing through her second orgasm. God, how her sweet partner could fuck.
While she was still trembling and lurching, Kent rolled her onto her back with his hard cock still embedded in her climaxing cunt. He'd controlled himself long enough for her to achieve two powerful orgasms, and now he could let himself go and fill the hot bitch with his scalding cum.
Withdrawing his shaft until only the head remained buried, he drove it back in with a wild abandon.
"Eeeeeeggghhh!" Sylvia screamed as his flesh-splitting cock violently ripped into her.
Ignoring her screams, he continued battering his cock into her hot cunt.
"Oh, shit!" she sobbed as she quickly recovered from the initial shock of his first vicious thrust. "Fuck me, baby! Bang me hard!"
As he plunged into her with even more force, his lusty balls were slapping noisily against her juice-drenched ass. Excited at the thought of squirting his cum into her pussy, Kent began thrusting harder and harder. Her ass was being lifted right off the bed with every thrust of his raging boner.
Sylvia was almost out of her mind with unbelievable joy. Mewling incessantly beneath his pounding body, she was frantically throwing her hips up to meet every thrust of his hard plunging prick. Grasping his ass, she pulled him tighter against her, screwing her cunt up to take the full length of his cock. The swollen lips of her frothy pussy sucked and grasped at the base of his boner, trying to get even more of it into her pussy.
"Oh, God, Kent!" she sobbed. "I'm gonna come again, baby! Give it to me good!"
"Don't worry," he gasped, rearing back and driving his cock into her with a renewed fury. "You're gonna get it!"
With her lips drawn back over her teeth and her big gray eyes staring at the ceiling, Sylvia was lurching in wild anticipation of his hot cum gushing into her belly.
"Oh, shit!" she screamed when her lover's hot jism began squirting into her fuck-hole, triggering her third orgasm. "I'm coming, honey! I'm coming again!"
Crazed with excitement, Kent kept thrusting as he pumped her hot cunt full of cum.
"Oh, Kent, honey," she sobbed a few minutes later as they slowly recovered. "You're the greatest fucker in the world."
"It takes two to fuck," he grinned. "And that hot little pussy of yours is a real hummer."
"Am I gonna get screwed again this afternoon?" she asked.
"God, yes," he promised. "Now that I've shot my first load, we can get down to some serious fucking."
"Good," she giggled, crawling down to insert his limp prick in her mouth. "I guess I'd better pump him up again."
CHAPTER EIGHT
One evening Heather was sprawled out on a sofa in the den. She hadn't bothered to turn on any lights because she was enjoying the purple twilight through the windows. The phone rang and shattered her tranquility. Before she could answer, her mother stepped into the room and picked it up.
"Hello," Francine whispered. "Oh, hi, Martin. I miss you so much."
Heather could hear the man's muffled voice on the other end of the line.
"Sure, honey, I'd love to spend the weekend at the beach with you," Francine whispered, her voice filled with excitement.
There was a pause.
"Shit," Francine laughed. "Don't worry about that asshole. It's none of his fuckin' business what I do."
Another pause.
"Oh, you naughty man," she giggled. "When you say things like that it makes my pussy all hot and gooey."
There was another long pause as she listened to the man.
"That's a good idea," she said. "I'll meet you around the corner at two-thirty."
Heather could hear her mother giggling while Martin spoke.
"God, you make me horny when you talk like that," she whispered. "I just can't wait to suck on your big lollipop."
There was another pause and then her mother whispered good night and hung up.
Heather suddenly realized this was a good time to get even with her mother for fucking Randy. She wondered if she could screw up their date by seducing the lecherous man. The more she thought about it, the better she liked the idea. Having seen her mother sucking on his big cock that day, Heather decided that seducing Martin Fielding might be a lot of fun.
When Saturday morning came, Heather slipped into a pair of extremely tight shorts and a loose halter that practically revealed her big luscious nipples.
Heather had seen Sylvia Fielding drive away earlier, and around one-thirty that afternoon, while her mother was taking a shower, she picked up a tennis racket and walked over to the Fieldings' house.
"Hi, Mr. Fielding," she smiled when he answered the doorbell.
"Hello, Heather," he nervously muttered, shocked at seeing Francine's pretty young daughter. "What can I do for you?"
"My mom asked me to stop by and tell you that she can't keep her appointment today," she smiled.
"Why?"
"She suddenly had to go out of town with my dad," she lied. "And she said she'd explain it to you when she got back."
"Where did they go?" he asked, unable to believe what he was hearing.
"Heck, I don't know," Heather answered. "They left about an hour ago."
Martin just stared at Heather in stunned silence.
"By the way, Mr. Fielding. With my mom and dad both gone, I have no way to get to the tennis courts. Would you mind driving me over?"
"I-I guess not," he said, still stunned by the strange turn of events.
Getting in his car, he backed out of the driveway and began driving down the street.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Heather giggled when he stopped for a traffic light. "I don't know what she meant, but my mom told me to tell you that she'll miss your lollipop."
Martin smiled knowingly.
"I don't know what your lollipop is," she laughed. "But it sounds sort of naughty."
Martin blushed.
"I'll bet she calls your prick a lollipop." Heather suddenly giggled, knowing she had to quickly turn him on before they got to the tennis courts. "I call my boyfriend's cock a lollipop."
Martin stared with shock at the pretty young girl, startled to hear the lewd way she was talking.
"I call his thing a lollipop 'cause I love to suck on it," she continued.
Looking dumbfounded at the girl, Martin suddenly realized that her shapely thighs and big full tits weren't those of a young girl's.
"I-I didn't realize you were that experienced," he stammered, his eyes focused on the way her fingers were teasing up and down her bare legs.
"Heck," she smiled. "Most kids my age fool around these days."
"You seem pretty young to be fooling around."
"Not really," she laughed. "I know lots of girls younger than me who have been dropping their pants for guys."
"How often do you let guys fool around?"
"As often as they want to," she giggled. "I love to feel a hot hard cock in my hand."
Heather's shameless conversation was wildly exciting Martin, and his prick was beginning to throb at the thought of being jacked off by this pretty youngster.
"Don't you enjoy it when women play with your prick?"
"Yes, I suppose I do," he grinned.
"See," she giggled. "And I know you like to be sucked off, too."
"How do you know that?" he asked, getting more excited by the minute.
"I saw my mom giving you a blow-job when I came home early one afternoon," she smiled. "I was peeking through the crack of the door and you were both too horny to see me."
He just stared at her with a shocked expression on his face.
"And you sure have a beautiful big cock," she giggled. "It's a helluva lot bigger than my boyfriend's."
"Doesn't he have a big one?" Martin asked, his prick throbbing excitedly in his pants.
"Sure he has." She laughed, lightly resting her hand on the big bulge in the front of his pants. "But not like this big lollipop!"
His body tensed with excitement when she began gently rubbing his swollen prick.
"Mr. Fielding," she whispered, pressing her bare thigh against his leg. "Would you let me suck your cock?"
"What!" he gasped.
"May I give you a blow-job," grinned the cute blonde. "I've never sucked a big cock like yours."
His mind was reeling at the thought of his hard prick slithering in and out between her moist young lips. The prospect of firing a hot load into her soft sucking mouth was almost mind-boggling. He realized that Heather was his mistress' daughter, yet the prospect of her fondling his excited cock was more than he could resist.
"Where can we go?" he asked.
"Take me to some motel out on the highway," she whispered, massaging his cock a bit more urgently. "I've never been in a motel with a guy."
Martin hesitated, wondering how it would look for a middle-aged man to check into a motel with a teenager wearing nothing but brief shorts and a halter.
"But I couldn't check in with a young girl like you."
"Oh please," she begged. "You can sneak me in when no one is looking."
"No," Martin replied. "Let's drive down by the lake."
"Okay," she giggled. "You can take me anywhere as long as you promise to squirt my mouth full of fuck-juice."
"Don't worry, honey," he smiled, turning the car around. "You're going to get a nice big mouthful."
When they arrived at the lake, he parked the car in a secluded area surrounded by a dense grove of trees.
"Gee, this is neat!" Heather giggled, calmly unfastening her halter and taking it off.
Martin stared in awe as her big luscious tits spilled out in front of his eyes. He hadn't seen such youthful tits in years. Her cherry-hard nipples were bursting out like blossoming buds.
"Like my titties?" She giggled, pleased at the way he was staring at them. "They're all tingly with excitement."
"My God!" he gasped, licking his lips.
"Wait'll you see what else I have," she smiled, arching her hips up and sliding her shorts off.
Martin's eyes were immediately drawn to the soft triangle of her pubic hairs.
"See," she giggled. "Isn't that a cute little pussy?"
"It certainly is," he gasped.
"And it's hot and horny as hell," she whispered, parting the soft juicy lips of her cunt, exposing the inner flesh of her pussy slit.
No one had ever excited Martin as much as this pretty tennaged nymph. Not only was she young and beautiful, but he'd never seen anyone behave so wantonly.
"Okay, Mr. Fielding," she giggled. "Now it's time to take your clothes off, every stitch."
Martin stepped out of the car and quickly disrobed by the side of it, tossing his clothes onto the back seat. A tingle rippled through Heather's pussy when he dropped his shorts and exposed his beautiful big cock and balls.
"Shit, that's a beauty!" she exclaimed when he crawled back into the car.
Frantically clutching the girl, Martin drew her soft naked body into his arms, covering her hotly parted lips with his trembling mouth, feeling her warm flesh burning against him.
"Ooooooh, that feels good!" She giggled as his finger teased one of her erect nipples.
Heather gently wrapped her fingers around his lurching cock and was pleased that it was just about the same size as her dad's wonderful prick. The big shiny cockhead looked like it was ready to explode as she felt the blood surging through the distended veins just below the tightly stretched skin.
Leaning over, she teased the tip of her tongue around the little slit on the end of his prick, the slit that would soon be shooting jizz into her eager mouth.
Holding his stiff cockshaft, she began licking it as if it were an ice-cream cone. She could feel him lurching as she lovingly bathed his cock with warm spit.
Dropping to her knees on the floorboard, she opened her mouth wide and lowered her slippery hot lips down over his big cockhead.
"Oh, God," he moaned, looking at the beautiful mass of long golden hair spread out over his belly and thighs.
"Gee, your cock tastes good," she whispered between sucks and gulps.
Martin was almost out of his mind with rapture as Heather continued working her mouth up and down his pleasure-crazed boner. Every time his cockhead nudged against the back of her throat, he could feel her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his prick.
Martin was lurching all over the seat as her tongue slithered over every inch of his spit-drenched cock. Her slobbering lips seemed to be sucking the very core out of his bloated prick. He couldn't believe that he was getting this fantastic blow-job from her.
"Do'ya like it, Mr. Fielding?" she whispered, momentarily removing her mouth from his hot flesh. "Do you like the way my naughty little mouth is suckin' your cock?"
"Okay," she giggled. "But do you like fuckin' my hot little mouth?"
"Yes, honey, yes!"
"Are you gonna squirt it full of jizz?"
"Yes!" he blurted. "But for Christ's sake, keep suckin'!"
Her passionate, cock-loving mouth began working faster and deeper on his throbbing boner.
Almost out of his mind with ecstasy, Martin stared down through glazed eyes at the lovely bobbing head and the long blonde hair flying around his lap.
"Oh, sweet shit," he sobbed, feeling her hand slide beneath his balls and gently massage them as her middle finger teased his sensitive asshole.
Her mouth was now moving faster, taking his glistening cock deeper and deeper into her throat. His lusty balls were swollen with sperm juice that was eager to be released. It was almost more than he could stand.
"Oh, God!" he screamed, grabbing her hair and shoving her mouth down tighter around his lurching boner.
With a final wild thrust, he shot a torrent of hot cum into the little nymphet's mouth. It kept splattering against the back of her throat, and no matter how fast Heather swallowed, it was oozing out from the corners of her cock-sucking lips.
"Goddamn!" he shuddered as Heather sucked and swallowed the last drops from his slowly shrinking prick.
"Did you like that?" she whispered, licking globs of cum from her lips.
"God, yes!" he panted. "But where did you learn to suck like that?"
"I'm just a natural-born cock-sucker," Heather giggled.
With her soft naked body snuggled in his arms, they sat talking for the next half hour.
"Well, Mr. Fielding," she whispered when she felt his prick starting to swell again in her hand. "Now I'm ready to fuck."
She saw the reluctant expression on his face, and she knew he was hesitating.
"Listen, Mr. Fielding," grinned Heather. "If I'm old enough to suck, I'm old enough to fuck."
The man was sitting on the passenger side of the car with his cock spearing straight up. Not waiting for him to say yes or no, she faced him and straddled his loins, slowly lowering her cunt down toward his throbbing cock. Clutching the base of his cockshaft, she guided it into her slippery fuck-hole.
The sensation of Heather's hot, tight cunt sliding down over his stiff cock and her firm young tits pressing against his face sent flames of passion searing through his loins. Opening his mouth, he sucked one of her rock-hard nipples.
"Oh, Mr. Fielding," she sobbed. "Your big cock feels so good in my hot little cunt. Oh, God, it feels good!"
"Oh, you sweet darling," he panted.
"Oh, God, it's so fuckin' hard and good!" she whimpered as she continued lowering her slippery cunt, taking more and more of his cock into her grasping fuck-hole. "God, what a prick!"
When the entire length of his big boner had eased up through her lust-crazed pussy, she could feel his bloated cock-knob pressing against the very end of her cunt.
"Oh, shit, Mr. Fielding," she whimpered, writhing her pussy around his deeply embedded prick. "This feels so fucking good!"
Gently grasping Heather's ass, Martin began jerking her up and down over his rigid cock.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed with delight. "That's the way to fuck a hot little cunt! Oh, shit, this feels good!"
She continued squealing with delight as his hard boner slithered in and out of the juicy hotness of her cock-stretched cunt. She could see his juice-slickened prick sliding in and out of her cunt. With each stroke, she could see and hear her swollen cuntlips sucking his glistening cock.
Watching as his cock disappeared in and out of her juicy pussy, Martin bounced Heather faster and faster on his throbbing prick. As if hypnotized, he stared at the hot juices squishing out of her cunt and running down his glistening cockshaft.
With a wild expression on her face and her long blonde hair flailing wildly from side to side, Heather excitedly stared at Martin as they came closer and closer to nature's ultimate thrill.
"Oh, fuck, honey, fuck!" she squealed, covering his lips with her hot open mouth.
His plunging, searing cock had set her sizzling young body on fire as their ecstasy reached a point almost beyond human endurance.
Suddenly feeling his hot cum squirting into her inflamed fuck-hole, Heather exploded into a screaming, lurching orgasm.
"Oooooooh! Ooooooh!" she screamed, frantically clutching him. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, shit, how I'm commmiiinnngg!"
Still straddling his slowly shrinking prick, she writhed and trembled for several moments until her overpowering climax began to recede.
"Oh, Mr. Fielding," she whispered, playfully nibbling on his ear. "You sure know how to fuck a cunt."
CHAPTER NINE
Aware that her husband was taking Francine to the beach for the weekend, Sylvia was looking forward to a lot of sucking and fucking with Kent. Knowing that they planned to leave at two-thirty, Sylvia had asked Kent to come over around three o'clock for some cunt-fucking fun.
The moment he arrived, they both quickly stripped and threw themselves onto a couch in the living room. Not wasting any time, Sylvia moved down and stuffed his thick boner in her mouth.
"Christ, you're sweet," Kent whispered to the beautiful brunette.
"So's your cock," giggled the horny woman.
With her lips gently sucking on her lover's bloated boner, Sylvia's was swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside of his prick.
Watching her beautiful face working up and down over his throbbing cock, Kent was writhing and lurching with ecstasy. Her eyes were smiling up at him, knowing that he would soon be shooting a hot load of delicious jizz into her mouth.
Wrapping her lips more securely around his bloated cockhead, Sylvia began sucking deeper and harder.
"Oh, my God!" he groaned, lurching frantically beneath her as she began bobbing her head faster and faster over his throbbing prick. The feel of his cockhead sliding in and out of her slavering mouth was driving him wild.
"Do you like it, honey?" she whispered between sucks. "Do you like it when horny Sylvia sucks on your big hard cock?"
"Christ, yes!" he shuddered in ecstasy.
"Just don't stop!"
The feel of her lover's prick in her mouth was one of the most thrilling things Sylvia had ever experienced. The sight of his big lusty balls as she sucked seemed to add to the flames that were searing through her aroused body.
Grasping the base of his cock, Sylvia began licking up and down the underside of his thick prick. When her mouth reached the base, she lapped her tongue around the thick crinkly skin of his cum-swollen balls. Sucking and slurping on the big fuck-sac, she soon had it all wet and glistening with her spit. Then one at a time, she gently sucked his balls into her hot open mouth. Finally removing her lips from his saliva-drenched balls, Sylvia began licking back up along the underside of his straining cockshaft.
When her lips began once more sucking and milking on his sensitive cockhead, he unconsciously entwined his fingers in her long dark hair. He could feel his impending ejaculation building up deep in his loins, and then the entire room suddenly exploded into a seething holocaust as his burning cum gushed like a geyser from the head of his prick.
Fully prepared for it, Sylvia was more than ready for the delicious hot fuck-juice that squirted into her eagerly waiting mouth. Loving it, she sucked, swallowed licked and milked until she'd drawn the last drop of sperm from his big fleshy cock.
"Jesus, that's good," she whispered, finally removing her mouth from his spent prick as she licked her cum-drenched lips.
"God, it felt good," he grinned, thinking how pretty the lovely woman was.
"God, honey," she whispered about fifteen minutes later. "I'm sure ready for a hot fuck."
Smiling up at him through half-closed eyes, Sylvia once more slipped his limp prick into her mouth.
"Christ, you're sweet," Kent groaned as her teasing tongue and lips began working on his soft cock.
Within a very few minutes, Sylvia could feel his cock beginning to throb and swell in her mouth. It continued expanding until she was once more sucking on his big sinewy boner.
"Okay, lover," she giggled, rolling onto her back. "Stick it in my cunt."
Crawling between her widely spread thighs, Kent began lustily fucking her cunt.
"Oh, my God!" she whimpered as his big erection rubbed against her tingling cuntal walls. "It's so fucking good, honey!"
Wrapping her arms and legs more tightly around his lurching body, Sylvia fucked his cock for all she was worth.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" she panted. "It's so good! Oh, God, it's good!"
Kent continued driving his rigid cock deeper and harder into her hot pussy. Thick globs of cunt juice were oozing out from between her cuntlips, dribbling down over her ass, and Kent was getting more and more excited by the sound and feel of his lusty balls slapping wetly against her juice-smeared asscheeks.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" she gasped, her cuntlips involuntarily sucking on the full length of his plunging prick. Sylvia could feel every thick inch of his boner pumping deliciously in and out of her sucking fuck-hole.
Further aroused by her passionate cries, Kent reared back and began driving harder and deeper into her lust-filled pussy.
''Aaaaaaauuuuuggghhh!" she shrieked, feeling his cock drilling in and out of her hot cunt. "Fuck me, baby! Give it to me good! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!"
They were both so involved with their heavenly fuck that neither of them noticed Francine enter the house.
Earlier that afternoon, when Francine had slipped around the corner to meet Martin, she was disappointed that he didn't show up. She was impatient at first, but when he didn't soon appear, she began to panic. After an hour had passed, she was overtaken with worry.
Unable to understand what was happening, she hurried back home in case he was trying to reach her on the phone. Once in the house, she paced back and forth in the living room, worried to death that something terrible had happened to him.
Unable to cope with it any longer, Francine decided to walk over to the Fieldings' home on the pretext that she was visiting Sylvia. Because of her affair with Martin, Francine had been avoiding her friend lately, although she didn't think Sylvia was aware of what was going on. If Martin had been in an accident or something, Francine was sure that Sylvia would tell her.
When she reached their house, Francine opened the door and walked in as she'd been doing for years. She froze in her tracks when she saw her husband fucking Sylvia on the couch.
"God, Sylvia," she heard Kent pant. "You've got the juiciest, hottest cunt in the world!"
"Shit, honey," Sylvia giggled. "I've never found a cock that can last as long as yours. This big beauty just fucks and fucks and fucks. It never seems to wear out."
Being an extremely hot-cunted bitch, and with the juices flowing out of Francine's cunt, she watched her husband fucking his cock into Sylvia's pussy.
"Harder, honey, harder!" Sylvia screamed as she grasped Kent's asscheeks, pulling him more violently into her.
Excited by Sylvia's squeals of delight, Kent drove his passion-bloated prick deeper and harder into her juicy cunt.
"Eeeeekkkk!" she screamed as he pounded his hard cock into her cunt. "Faster, baby, harder! Fuck it to me, honey! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Francine couldn't believe that her bungling husband could be fucking into Sylvia with such skill. He'd always finished like a rabbit in the past, but now he was fucking hard and deep with beautifully controlled strokes.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Sylvia sobbed as she felt Kent drilling deeper and harder, bringing more intense joy with every stroke. "It's so good, honey! It's so good!"
Sylvia's screams and the sound of Kent's thick cock slurping in and out of the woman's hot cunt were getting Francine aroused.
"Oh, sweet piss!" Sylvia squealed as the pleasure intensified. "I'm coming! Oh, shit, honey, how I'm coming . . . commmiiinngg!"
With a final scream and lurch, Sylvia collapsed beneath him. Kent's cock made a lewd sucking sound as he pulled it out of her juicy pussy and rolled over on his back.
Francine excitedly stared at his big stiff shaft pointing straight up at the ceiling. It was very obvious that he hadn't shot his load into Sylvia's fuck-hole.
"Oh, Kent!" squealed Francine, revealing her presence for the first time. "Squirt it into me, honey! Please fill me with jizz!"
Kent was startled to see his wife standing over him, frantically tearing off her clothes.
"What the hell are you doing here!" he gasped.
Not bothering to answer, Francine moved her face down toward his towering cock. Staring at his thick, juice-slickened boner, she cupped his big hairy balls, sensually feeling their weight in her gentle palms.
Kent almost yelled in ecstasy as his shameless wife tenderly slipped her fingertips around the sensitive ring of his asshole.
Then withdrawing her fingers, she once more took his throbbing boner in her hands, brushing his cockhead against the tip of her wet darting tongue. She didn't attempt to insert his prick in her mouth at first, but just flicked her tongue around the tingling nerves on the underside of his sensitive cock-knob. The sexually aroused woman nibbled down the length of his gleaming prick-shaft to his balls.
Kent was shaking violently as she once again worked her slavering mouth up toward his cockhead. When his horny wife finally opened her lips and sucked his big cock-knob into her mouth, he began trembling so violently that he inadvertently jerked his prick out from between her sucking lips.
"Oh, God, darling!" Francine whispered, rising to her feet and pressing her face against his broad bare chest. "Please don't think I'm wicked for what I did with Martin. I just love to fuck."
"I don't think you're wicked," he answered, kissing her tenderly on the cheek. "Both Sylvia and I enjoy sex, too."
Once more lowering her head, Francine sucked the head of her husband's cock as she began sucking with a ravenous passion.
"Jesus Christ, honey!" he gasped as her hot, loving lips pumped up and down over his slippery prick.
As she became more excited, Francine soon came to the point where she needed more than just the thrill of sucking his cock.
"Oh, honey," she whispered, falling down on the couch, her luscious tits jiggling blatantly in front of his eyes as she held her arms out to him. "Please fuck me."
Without a moment's hesitation, Kent threw himself over her body, his knees on either side of her soft creamy thighs. After passionately kissing his wife's moistly parted lips, he slid back down and wolfed one of her big turgid nipples into his hungry mouth. Francine was in complete ecstasy as her handsome husband sucked first one tit and then the other.
"Oh, darling," she suddenly panted. "Would you please lick my pussy?"
"Sure," he smiled.
Kneeling between her shapely thighs, he was soon pressing his lips against the soft hot mushrooms of her cunt slit as she curled her fingers into his thick head of hair. His nostrils were filled with the sweet musky scent of her hot pussy. Gallons of sperm had been pumped into the woman's cunt over the years, yet the fragrance of her pussy was like spring flowers. Thrilled by his wife's flavorful juices, Kent went to work on her pussy, and his wife was panting with excitement as she writhed her hot wet cunt around his plunging tongue.
"Oh, yes, darling!" she panted. "That's what I like!"
With her soft bare thighs pressed against his face, Kent began working his hot tongue around the lips of her pussy. Becoming more and more aroused, he snaked his tongue up into the warm moistness of her sweet cunt.
"Oh, Jesus!" screamed Francine, drawing back her knees and spreading her thighs farther apart, giving her handsome husband more room to work on her frothy cunt. "Jesus, honey, that feels so good."
Kent's tongue was soon flashing around frenziedly in his wife's hot wet cunt, lapping up the juices that were flowing into his slurping mouth.
"Ooooooooh! Oooooooh!" squealed Francine when her husband's tongue brushed against her erect clit as he withdrew it from the depths of her pussy. "That's it, honey! Suck my clit!"
Wanting to please his horny wife, Kent began flicking the tip of his tongue at her trembling clitoris.
"Oh, yes, Kent!" she squealed with delight. "That's it, honey!"
Now sucking passionately on his wife's clit, Kent moved his hands up over her bare flesh until his fingers found her big tits. Still furiously sucking, he cupped her tits, gently caressing her big turgid nipples.
"Oh, you sweet cunt-lickin' darling!" his wife panted when he lightly pinched and tweaked her quivering titty-buds. "That's it!"
After giving Francine's clit a thorough workout, Kent slowly screwed his tongue up deep into her juicy fuck-hole again. Her body jerked ecstatically as he swirled his tongue around in the hot depths of her cunt. His face was glistening with her pungent pussy juices as his tongue softly caressed the nerve ends deep in her hot slippery cunt.
"Oh, my God!" Francine sobbed as he once more withdrew his tongue and began flicking it lightly around her erect clitoris again.
Kent was almost out of his mind with the delicious taste of her tangy juices that were dripping and flowing over his probing tongue. His stiff prick was throbbing wildly with excitement as his mouth and tongue worked on her hot frothy cunt.
"Oh, honey," she whispered as he hungrily sucked her clit. "You're such a sweet cunt-lapper."
With his face lodged between his wife's damp thighs, Kent continued gently licking and sucking her hard clit.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, straining her hips up, grinding her hot slippery cunt against his slavering mouth. "Don't stop, darling! Don't stop! Ooooooooh, darling!"
Further excited by his wife's squeals and cries, he attacked her clitty with a renewed fury.
"Oh, my God, sweetheart!" she squealed, her body quaking and trembling on the couch. "Eeeeeeeeekkkk! Oh, God, darling, I'm coming! Don't stop!"
Her body was shuddering and shaking with ecstasy.
"Oh, darling!" she gasped, completely exhausted. "That was a real come! Jesus, honey, you'll never know how much I enjoyed that."
Staring dreamily at her naked husband as he sat on the edge of the couch, wiping his juice-smeared face with the back of his hand, Francine once more became aware of the big stiff cock thrusting up from between his legs. His tongue-job had been fantastic as always, but now she wanted to be fucked by his big boner.
"Kent, darling," she whispered, spreading her thighs and lewdly parting her spit-soaked cuntlips. "Please put that hard cock in my hot pussy. I sure need a wild fuck."
Crawling up between his wife's legs, Kent stared at the puffy, hair-fringed cunt that he'd just licked and sucked to a frenzied orgasm. Her cuntlips were parted by her fingers, revealing the coral-tinted moistness of the soft inner tissues that would soon be hotly clasping his throbbing cock.
Moving forward, he felt the tip of his prick probe between her pussylips. The hotness of her squishy cunt slit sent wild tingles racing up and down the length of his aroused cockshaft. He shivered at the feel of her warm moist cunt closing juicily around his cock as it slowly pushed into the hot opening of her pussy.
"Ooooooooh, sweet darling!" whimpered his wife as she screwed her passion-slickened cunt up tighter around the base of his deeply buried cock.
She remained still for a few moments, luxuriating in the ecstasy of this heavenly pleasure. Feeling her husband's hard cock throbbing in her cunt was a sexual paradise.
"Oh, darling," she finally whispered, wrapping her arms and legs around him as she pulled his prick deeper into her cunt. "Fuck me good! Fuck me hard!"
With her big lush tits squishing against his chest as he lay over his wife's naked body, Kent began pumping his lust-bloated prick in and out of her writhing, sucking cunt. He couldn't believe how her talented inner muscles grasped his rigid boner, squeezing and milking it to even greater hardness. The intense heat of her moist, clasping cunt was almost beyond belief.
As he pumped his hard prick in and out, Francine was eagerly returning the action. With her shapely calves scissored around his waist and her bare heels digging into the crack of his ass, she was fucking back at him with all her strength. Her belly was pumping, her smooth thighs working, and she was thrusting her cunt up to meet every lusty stroke of her husband's prick.
With his wife's bare heels pounding against his ass to goad him on, he was soon fucking into her with an unrestrained frenzy.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, wrapping her shapely legs around him. "Fuck me harder, honey! Fuck the shit out of me!"
That's exactly what Kent had in mind. Flexing his ass, he began drilling his cock into her with unrestrained passion. His boner was tingling ecstatically as it streaked in and out of her overheated cunt. The friction of her cunt around his pounding boner was pure rapture. Half-crazed with lust, he was slamming his prick in and out with a brutal force as he felt an ejaculation building up deep in his balls.
Francine was wildly excited at the way her handsome husband was hammering his lusty prick into her fuck-hole.
"That's the way!" she squealed, wildly thrusting her loins up to meet every plunge of his streaking prick. "Ride me, baby, ride me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!"
Biting into his shoulder as her shapely legs waved crazily in the air, Francine could feel a climax building up in her passionately aroused body.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she shrieked, frantically clutching her husband. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"
Kent was driving his prick into his wife's wet warm cunt at a blinding speed. Her lurching hips were slamming her pussy up around his plunging fuck-tool with unbelievable power. Nearing her climax, she was hysterically screaming as Kent fucked her pussy with everything he had.
"Oh, sweet darling!" she shrieked when she suddenly felt his hot thick sperm spewing into her exploding cunt. "That's it, honey! Squirt, honey, squirt! I'm coming . . . coming!"
When his cock finally stopped squirting, there was a smile of contentment on Francine's face.
"How about me?" Sylvia giggled. She was sitting on the other end of the couch, staring at Kent's big hard boner when he pulled it out. From the hardness of it, she could see that he hadn't lost his erection after his ejaculation.
"You're next," Kent grinned. "Let's all go upstairs and have a real party."
"That sounds like a winner!" Sylvia exclaimed.
"It sure does," giggled Francine as they gathered up their clothes.
Once they were upstairs, they all quickly hopped into bed together.
CHAPTER TEN
Holding Heather's young naked body in his arms, Martin suddenly remembered his cottage reservations at the beach.
"Heather," he excitedly whispered. "As long as your folks are out of town, why not spend the weekend at the beach with me?"
The suggestion brought Heather back to reality. She'd forgotten that he and her mother had planned to go to the beach.
"Gee, I don't know," she sighed, fully aware that her parents were in town. "I don't think my folks would want me to go."
"But you wouldn't have to tell them," he argued. "They're out of town."
Heather knew how outraged and angry her mother would be when she learned how she had tricked them. If she went away with Martin, it would at least postpone the ugly confrontation with her mom for twenty-four hours, and Heather was scared shitless over the prospect of facing her mother.
"Okay," she finally agreed.
"Great," he beamed. "We'll drive by your house so you can grab a swim suit."
"I don't have one," she lied, realizing that her mother was probably at home.
"Well, then," he smiled, "we can stop by my place and pick up one of Sylvia's bikinis. She told me she was going out today."
"That sounds neat," Heather exclaimed as she put on her halter and pulled up her shorts.
When they arrived at the Fielding home, Martin led her upstairs to select one of his wife's swim suits. Heather felt guilty about borrowing it without Sylvia's approval, but under the circumstances, she had little choice.
Opening the bedroom door, they were greeted by an unbelievable sight on the bed. Heather's naked father was sprawled out on his back. He was sucking feverishly on Sylvia's cunt as she straddled his face. Heather's mother was writhing in passion as she squatted over his deeply embedded cock.
Sylvia was squealing with ecstasy, her lustrous black hair flailing wildly around her excitedly flushed face as Kent noisily slobbered and sucked on her juice-drenched cunt. Francine was mewling and squealing with delight as she slithered her juicy pink fuck-hole up and down over the full length of her husband's thick, hard cock.
"Well, I'll be goddamned!" Heather giggled. "This looks like a neat party. I'm sure glad we didn't miss it."
"Shit," Martin laughed. "Now we at least know where everyone is."
"Wow!" Heather exclaimed, watching the naked bodies writhing around on the bed. "It sure looks like fun."
"Shall we join them," Martin laughed, quickly removing his clothes.
"Shit, yes!" Heather giggled, slipping out of her shorts and halter. "It looks like my dad needs some help."
Without waiting any longer, Martin moved up onto the bed, he knelt just behind Kent's head. Now facing his wife, whose hot cunt was being sucked off by Kent, Martin guided his cock toward her excited, gaping mouth. If Sylvia was surprised to see her husband's big hard prick in front of her face, she was too aroused to show it. Grasping his stiff prick, she drew his big throbbing cockhead into the warmth of her hotly sucking mouth.
Realizing that every hole and prick was occupied, Heather reached for the bedside phone and dialed Randy.
"Hi, honey," she said when he answered. "This is Heather."
There was a brief pause as he spoke on the other end of the line.
"No, silly," she laughed. "I'm not mad at you. I've just been awfully busy for the last several days, but now I want to see you right away. Just wash your cock and come over to the Fieldings as fast as possible. Don't bother to knock. Just come upstairs where there's a party going on that I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss."
Hanging up the phone, Heather turned her attention to the mass of naked human flesh writhing on the bed. The cute little blonde suddenly spied Martin's quivering ass hole as his wife Sylvia sucked his cock while Kent slobbered on her pussy. On a sudden impulse, Heather hopped over and thrust the full length of her finger into his hot rectum.
Martin lurched and squirmed as Heather's swirling finger lewdly massaged his prostate gland, triggering a gush of slippery cum into Sylvia's hotly slurping mouth. This seemed to start a chain reaction as Kent suddenly shot his load up into Francine's cunt. At the same instant, the two women exploded into their orgasms.
The bed was soon a tangle of exhausted, wet flesh, and the only sound in the suddenly quiet room was heavy breathing.
Staring at her dad's thick limp prick, Heather had a wild desire to feel it big and hard in her pussy. The cute teenager crawled down between his legs and inserted his flaccid, juice-soaked cock into her mouth. She found the taste of his cum mixed with her mother's pussy juices to be very exciting.
"Where the hell have you been?" Francine asked, looking over at Martin.
"Heather told me you'd gone out of town," he answered, his prick beginning to stir again as it always did when he saw Francine's naked body.
This was the first time Francine had been aware that her daughter was in the room.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped, seeing her daughter sucking and slurping on her father's prick.
Francine knew that Randy was fucking Heather, but she hadn't dreamed there was anything going on between Heather and her father. Though shocked by it, Francine was getting wildly turned-on at the sight of Heather's moist lips working on her dad's thick prick.
Turning her attention back to Martin, Francine was thrilled to see his cock throbbing toward another erection. Without a moment's hesitation, she covered the man's prick with her eager mouth.
"Oh, honey," she whispered a few moments later when she removed his swollen boner from her mouth and scrambled onto her hands and knees. "Please stick that big beauty up my ass."
Kneeling behind her, Martin grasped Francine's hips and guided his cockhead up against the little puckered hole between the quivering cheeks of her buttocks. Because his prick was thickly coated with her spit, the tip of his knob plopped right through the tight little hole.
"Oh, yes," Francine softly moaned as his thick prick sank all the way into her hot asshole.
Clutching her hips more tightly, he began slamming his cock in and out with a steady rhythm. On and on he pumped, fucking harder and deeper into her ass with every thrust. Whimpering with ecstasy, she began thrusting her ass back to meet every plunge of his pistoning prick.
"Oooooooh, don't stop!" she squealed when he began slowing down. "Don't stop! Keep doing it to me!"
"Do'ya like it?" he panted, once again speeding his tempo. "Do'ya like my hard cock up your hot, tight ass?"
"Shit, yes!" she squealed. "Now just fuck the hell out of it!"
On and on he drilled his lust-swollen cock into her wildly writhing rectum. Lurching beneath him on her hands and knees, Francine was feverishly grinding her asshole back around his plunging cock.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" she sobbed. "Goddamn, that feels good! Faster, honey, faster! Just fuck my ass off!"
Her big lush tits were bouncing and jiggling as Martin quickened his strokes into her tight little shitter. The beautiful redhead's entire body was seething with lust as his loins pounded against the soft quivering cheeks of her cock-filled ass.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed out with delight when Martin reached between her thighs and began fingering her swollen clit. "That's it, you sweet bastard!"
On and on he feverishly fucked, pounding his raging prick into the slippery hotness of her ravaged asshole.
"Oooooooh, baby!" she squealed, thrusting her hot ass back around his big plunging boner. "I love it! I love your beautiful cock!"
Martin's pounding prick was like that of an enraged bull's as he slammed it even harder and deeper into her asshole.
"Oh, you sweet big-cocked fucker!" she sobbed, feeling her asshole sucking and squeezing on his cockshaft.
With his finger teasing her clit as his super-hard cock filled her writhing asshole, Francine was engulfed with the wildest ecstasy she'd ever experienced. Bucking and squirming, Francine was trembling from head to toe as wave after wave of erotic pleasure washed through her trembling body. Her soft creamy ass was wriggling frantically around his deeply embedded prick when she suddenly felt his thick hot cum gushing up into her bowels.
"Oh, you sweet fuckin' darling!" she shrieked as her clit-triggered orgasm exploded all around her while his big thick boner continued splattering his jizz up into her squeezing rectum.
Completely exhausted, she collapsed on her belly while his deeply embedded cock continued filling her bowels with jizz.
"Oh, God, that was wonderful," Francine whispered when he finally withdrew his prick with a wet plopping sound.
Left to herself, Sylvia was frantically masturbating when Randy walked into the room.
"Hello, beautiful," she whispered. "Who are you?"
"Randy Draper," he gasped, shaken by the sight of the naked bodies writhing around on the bed.
"Hi, Randy, baby," Sylvia said in a low sensual voice. "Why don't you take your clothes off and fuck for a while. This hot little cunt that you saw me playing with is mighty hungry for a nice hard cock."
Randy stared with disbelief at the beautiful brunette squirming around on the bed, her smoldering gray eyes begging him to fuck her.
Lying on her back with her creamy white thighs spread wide apart and her knees drawn back, Sylvia was holding her cuntlips open, displaying the soft inner flesh of her juicy hot slit.
"Come on, honey," she whispered. "This hot cunt needs good fucking."
Noticing that Mr. Webb was about to mount his daughter Heather on the other side of the big king-sized bed, Randy began disrobing as he excitedly stared at Sylvia's pussy.
"Oh, sweet baby," Sylvia gasped when he dropped his shorts, exposing his smooth, steel-hard cock.
Quickly moving between her thighs, Randy dropped to his knees. Sylvia reached down and grasped his prick, slowly guiding it toward her hot slippery cunt.
Raising her hips to assist his penetration, she felt his hot swollen cockhead probing against her softly yielding cuntlips. She could feel her pussy opening to accommodate the hard cock that would soon be filling her slit with scalding jism.
"Oh, God, that feels good," Randy moaned as his boner slithered into her hot cunt. When he'd finally reached full penetration, Randy savored the luxurious feeling of her inner cunt walls squeezing his throbbing cock.
The room was filled with the sound of the creaking bedspring, deep breathing and the sensual slurping sounds of erect cocks pumping in and out of slippery hot cunts.
"Oh, honey!" Sylvia squealed with delight when Randy began speeding the temp of his long smooth thrusts. "That's it, you beautiful young stud! Give it to me good!"
His hard driving prick was throbbing with ecstasy as it slithered against the slippery ridges of her fantastic fuck-channel. The pleasure was so intense that Randy was rapidly losing his self-control.
Wanting him to pound his cock even deeper into her writhing cunt, Sylvia lewdly spread her knees and locked her ankles around the small of his back, throwing her feverish loins up to give him deeper access to her widely splayed pussy. The young man's lust-stiffened prick was now speeding into her hot cunt without mercy.
"Oh, sweet fuckin' shit!" screamed Sylvia. "Give it to me good, honey! Give me all you've got!"
In response to her frantic urging, Randy began increasing the force and tempo of his wild fucking, further encouraged by the feel of the hot bitch's cunt sucking against his pistoning cock.
Sylvia's beautiful face was contorted into a mask of fiery passion, her entire naked body writhing with lust.
"Faster, stud, faster!" she shrieked, sinking her nails into his shoulders. "Fuck, baby, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
When his cum began squirting into her lust-crazed pussy, Sylvia exploded into a shuddering, screaming orgasm.
Her entire body was trembling and lurching with uncontrollable ecstasy as she felt spurt after spurt of hot spunk gushing into her cum-drenched pussy.
The six naked people never dressed nor left the house until late the following evening. They sucked and fucked in pairs, in threesomes, foursomes, and in every conceivable position that their lust-crazed minds could imagine.
When one of them would temporarily collapse from exhaustion, there was always someone else to take their place. Because of the openness of this wild suck-and-fuck party, they were all very much aware that two marriages had been saved. There would be no more sneaking and cheating from now on. With their sex lives out in the open, they could all enjoy each other without being jealous.
Heather was the happiest of all. Because she'd taught her father how to control his fucking, she knew her parents would always remain together, and now the cute youngster could enjoy sex with her dad as well as with Martin Fielding and her own sweet Randy.
