The onset of puberty invariably 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.
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 changing much faster than they would like.
For the young girl in this book, the initiation into the world of sexuality is full of frustration and fear. Eager to explore the bounds of her femininity, she becomes a victim of her own desires, until she learns the power she holds over the men in her life.
VIRGIN READY TO EAT--the story of a young girl's struggle to make her own, very personal transition into adulthood. It is a lesson for society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Little Denise Slater came home from junior high school. The house was empty. Her mother was still at work. She dropped her books on the table, and headed for her room upstairs. She closed the door and lay down on the bed.
She looked good lying there in her school uniform, a tiny green skirt, a white, silken blouse, a black blazer. Her legs were encased up to the knees in black socks, and her feet sported black-and-white saddle shoes.
Denise was small and had a fabulous little body. Her long brown hair was thick as it splayed on the pillow behind her. Her face, round, fresh cheeks glistening with a pink blush, lips glistening with pink gloss, was a picture of youthful beauty. Denise, after all, had just started her first year at Wilson Junior High School.
Denise had discovered a new hobby.
Masturbation!
God, she loved finger-fucking. She loved the way she felt when she played with her little peach-fuzz pussy, diddling the wet cunt-slit. And that was what she was about to do right now.
She lifted the green pleats of her skirt, pulled them up around her waist, then slid her hand down into her pink panties.
And she started finger-fucking her pussy.
"Ooooooooh, shit!" Denise sighed. "Ooooooh, that feels so damn good!"
Nasty language for such a young girl? A bad habit, this finger-fucking?
Denise didn't know. She didn't care.
All she knew was how good she felt when she came. She finger-fucked down in her pink panties, her hand knuckling out the crotch, her finger slicking in and out.
"Ooooooh, jeeeeez!" she sighed.
She was thinking of Mr. Howe, her English teacher, a man in his forties, a masculine, handsome man with a good manly build. She was thinking about how he might take his prick out and rub it around on her panties, maybe even stick it in her pussy.
"Oooooh," she cooed, "he's so big and muscular and stuff, and he looks at me with such a hot look all the time in class."
Little Denise lifted her beautiful ass off the bed and tugged her pink panties down to her knees. She slid her hand quickly back into the fuzzy brown patch of cunt-hair between her smooth, tanned thighs.
Her finger slicked in and out of her pussy. Her long brown hair curled out on the white pillow. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted with passion.
She was an exceptionally pretty young lass, and the passion on her face gave her an erotic beauty that was enchanting and fetching.
Her teeny-bopper tits bobbled under her blouse that pulled in tightly against them so they looked like two round tennis balls.
"This feels sooooo good!" Denise whispered.
Her hand fanned her pussy, and her finger made a juicy, slurping sound as it fucked in and out of her wet little cunt.
"Soooo good, so good," she mumbled, then she found her clit and tiddly-fucked it furiously.
Her body lifted up as she stiffened.
And then she came with a wild shuddering.
"Awwwww, shit!" she cried.
Her body shook wildly. Her face was etched with erotic delight. Her pretty pink mouth hung open in a big wet O.
"Yeahhhhhh, yeah!" she sobbed. "Oh, jeeeez!"
Then she slumped back down on the bed, lay there her chest heaving, her round tennis-ball tits pushing up and down as she tried s to catch her breath.
She relaxed, looking radiant in her school uniform. Wilson was a private junior high that her mother had insisted Denise attend. She had to wear a little school skirt and blouse, sometimes a skirt and sweater. The attire changed every week, alternating between two uniforms.
Denise was about to fall asleep when she heard her mother drive up outside then come in the house. She got up and went downstairs.
Her mother, Betsy, was a lovely woman in her late thirties. She worked hard at an advertising agency to support the two of them since her husband had just up and disappeared, leaving Betsy and Denise to fend for themselves in the cruel world.
"Hi, Mom," Denise smiled.
"Hello, honey. I have to hurry. I have a dinner date tonight with Mr. Hanson. He's taking me out to Benihana for dinner, so I have to get ready. He'll be along soon."
"Do you like him, Mom?"
"Well, this is only our second date, but
I think he's nice, he's handsome, very tall and muscular, and I like that ... and he has money."
"Good, maybe he'll ask you to marry him, huh?"
"Let's not rush things, Denise. Can you fix yourself something to eat tonight for dinner?"
Denise nodded and Betsy went upstairs to get ready for her date.
Mr. Hanson arrived a few minutes later. He stood in the doorway, dressed in a tweed sport coat and gray slacks.
Betty had been right ... he was handsome. He appeared to be about forty.
"Come in, Mr. Hanson," she said.
"You must be Denise," he smiled.
Denise nodded and led him to the living room. He sat down on the sofa. "Mom will be a few minutes-she just got home."
It was awkward. Denise didn't know what to say to the handsome man. She picked up her bow and arrow and headed for the den to practice.
"Oh, you taking up archery?" Mr. w
Hanson asked.
"Well, we have to learn it for a class at school, and I just started. I was going to go and practice my stance, the grip and stuff."
"I used to be a champion archer." Mr. Hanson smiled proudly. "I'll help you if you like."
"Sure," Denise said, "that'd be great."
Mr. Hanson showed her a good grip. Then he got behind Denise to help her with aiming and pulling. He had his arms stretched around her and stood very close to her.
"That's the way," he said. "Now pull."
Denise pulled, but the string was so tight and strong. Mr. Hanson helped her, and as he did he accidently pressed his thighs on her round, chubby ass.
The softness of the pretty young girl, her curvy ass against him had an amazingly quick effect on him. His cock had never throbbed so quickly to a thumping hard-on as it now did.
Denise felt the man's long, stiff prick against her ass. It was the first time she'd u ever come in contact with a cock, let alone a big hard, throbbing, manly prick like Mr. Hanson was pressing against her ass.
She trembled.
Mr. Hanson trembled.
His hand shook as he tried to pull the string on the bow. He backed off a little, but his cock was so long that it spiked out of his pants almost like he might have a big pipe in there.
Denise felt the exciting throb of his hard prick on her ass. She got all gooshy in her panties. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
They stood in the den, his cock pressed up against Denise's darling, cupcake ass.
She was getting short of breath, the excitement of such contact getting to her in a way she never had felt before.
Mr. Hanson let go of the bow, and Denise dropped it. Her grip was like putty. Mr. Hanson backed off, then stooped down to pick it up.
He lifted it and the end of the bow caught the pleated hem of Denise's skirt and lifted it as he stood up, pulled it high over her wet pink panties.
Denise stared down at him. He dropped the bow and stuck his face between her legs and licked the crotch of her panties.
"Aw! Jeez!" Denise gulped, sucking in her breath hotly.
His tongue wagged on her pantied crotch, then he tugged the pink undies down and pressed his face onto her sweet pussy, his tongue slicking like a feather up and down Denise's hot little cunt-slit. She almost fainted with pleasure.
"Aww, jeeez, Mr. Hanson!" she moaned.
He stuck his hands around behind Denise and cupped her smooth ass-cheeks, pinching his fingers into her beautiful ass.
Then he sucked her pussy.
Denise thought for sure now she would faint. She'd never felt anything so wonderful.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed softly in a little-girl puff of breath.
Mr. Hanson sucked her delicious cunt into his mouth and munched on it, chewed her pussy tenderly and lovingly-and a new tingle of ecstasy rippled through Denise's fine young body.
"Aw, darn, ahhh, ooof!" she mumbled, looking down at the older man and watching his puckered lips move around her muffin softness, watching him suck on her pussy.
"Oh, jeez!" she gasped.
His hands clutched her ass. His tongue twirled into her pussy, slicked up and down her pussy-slit, then he found her clit and tickled little Denise into the most fantastic climax she'd had yet.
"Ah ah ah ah ahahhh!" she panted, bending over at the waist, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her sweet, darling face contorted with steamy passion.
The delicious feeling of orgasm gripped her good, shook her whole body, made her shudder and tingle. She thought she would never stop cumming, never stop feeling good. She wanted the feeling to last forever, but soon it subsided, and she opened her eyes, her mouth still open, her breath coming out in hot gulps.
Mr. Hanson kept licking, tickling her with his tongue, and Denise kept shuddering-then she came again. It was the first time she'd ever experienced a multiple orgasm.
"Ohhhh, shit!" she yelped.
Mr. Hanson sucked her cunt, tiddle-twipped her clit, clutched her ass, eating voraciously at her sweet little pussy, licking, slicking, slobbering.
Denise watched as she came.
"Uh uh uh uh uh uh!" she yipped. Then the full impact of the second climax gripped her. "Ohhhhh, ah!"
Denise's pink panties had fallen to her ankles and lay in a flurry pool around her saddle shoes. She let the ecstatic feeling of her cum float through her, let it take her to new plateaus of paradise, feelings of joy that she had never thought possible. In all her finger-fucking fantasies, she had never thought about a grown man licking her pussy like Mr. Hanson was doing right now.
She loved it. She felt as if she could stand there all day and let him eat at her cunt the way he was doing.
"Awww, jeeez, Mr. Hanson!" she whispered.
He finally stopped sucking her pussy and looked up into her pretty face.
"I'm so sorry, Denise. I know I shouldn't have done that. I simply got carried away. You won't tell your mother, will you?"
"I ... I ... I never had thought that anyone would..." she stammered.
"I know. It's unusual, and I apologize. Will you forgive me, Denise?" Mr. Hanson said as he stood up.
His huge cock was hobbling around in his slacks lewdly, and Denise couldn't help but stare at his immense cock-bulge. Her eyes were wide.
"You won't tell, will you?" he persisted.
"Uh-uh, no," Denise whispered.
Her skirt had fallen back into place on her thighs, but her pink panties still ringed her saddle shoes. She kept looking at Mr. Hanson's hard prick, the way it thrust out in his slacks like an iron bar.
"It's just ... well you're a very pretty young lady, Denise, very attractive, and I couldn't help myself."
He saw how the young schoolgirl was staring at his hard-on.
"Would you like to see my prick, Denise?" he asked boldly.
"Gee, Mr. Hanson! I don't know if..."
But Mr. Hanson was already unzipping his fly. He yanked out his huge, thick hard-on. The cock-stalk was long and smooth, a full eleven inches. A string of gunky pre-cum dripped from the massive cock-head.
"Ah! Oh, gosh! Jeez! Wow!" Denise babbled, as she stared at the man's mammoth prick.
Cock-lube fizzed from the tip, and more pre-cum spit out and hit Denise's skirt, clung to the pleats like a splash of clear glue.
"Oh, sir! It's soooo darn big and squirty and stuff!"
"Do you like my prick, Denise?"
"I never saw one before, Mr. Hanson."
"Would you like to play with it a little?"
"I guess," Denise whispered, still staring at the man's huge fucker.
Mr. Hanson reached out, took her hand and brought it to his prick. He put her fingers on the rigid cock-shaft, cupped her hand around the throbbing mass.
"Gawwd!" Denise drawled, looking down.
She squeezed his cock. More pre-cum spit out.
"If you jerk on it a little, Denise, then I'll cum, like you did. That would make me feel real good. I need to cum, Denise. Let me get your panties, because if I cum, we don't want to make a mess."
"Huh?" Denise mumbled.
He loosened her grip on his cock, bent down and took Denise's panties off her feet and brought them up.
"Here, jerk me off in your panties, Denise, so I don't squirt all over you and the floor."
Her panties hung off his prick. Denise grabbed the cock-stalk.
"Jerk on it?" she whispered.
"Yes, masturbate me. You masturbate, don't you, Denise."
"Yeah."
"Feels good too, doesn't it."
"Uh-huh."
"Well, make me feel good, Denise. Jerk me off."
"It's so long, Mr. Hanson. Your peter's so long!"
Denise had an over-handed grip on his prick. She moved her arm in and out, felt the thick round cock-shaft throbbing in the clutch of her little hand.
"Oh, yeah, Denise! like that, honey! Do it like that!" Mr. Hanson panted.
She looked into his handsome face and saw a look she would never forget. Pure pleasure was etched on his manly features. And Denise liked the way he seemed to enjoy what she was doing.
She jacked faster on his prick.
The panties slipped off his cock. Denise jerked faster.
A huge gusher of milky cum spewed out and splashed on her skirt. It was if someone had splattered pancake mix all over the little green frock.
"Ohhhh, honey! Baby! Oh, fuck, fuck!"
Denise had never heard a man talk like this. She felt a strange excitement.
She was amazerd at the thick spray of jism that kept jetting from his huge cock. Big spurts of sticky, thick cock-cream flew through the air and splashed all over her skirt.
"Yes, yes, Denise! Jerk my prick! Don't stop, you sweet darling! Beat me off!"
"Sir! Gawwwwwd, sir, you're squirtin' all over me-you're squirtin' stuff all over. Jeeeeeeeeez!"
The sight of the man's giant prick spitting big splashes of cum thrilled little Denise. She kept pumping and watching the magnificent explosion of cum that shot from Mr. Hanson's thick prick.
"Ohhhhh, baby-doll!" he panted, stumbling backwards.
Denise lost her grip. Her panties lay on the floor between them. The front of her green skirt was streaked with cum.
She looked down at the thick cock-cream.
She stuck a hand down and tried to clean it off, but it was gooky, gooshy, and there was simply too much. She bent over and picked up her panties and used them as a towel, wiping at the copious spill of cock-cream on her skirt.
Mr. Hanson was huffing and puffing, still trembling from his fabulous climax.
"That was so good, Denise," he whispered.
He took the panties from her and used them to wipe off his dripping prick, then he put his prick away and handed the panties back to Denise. She worked again at wiping the thick mess on the front of her skirt.
Mr. Hanson came to her. He took her in his arms and gave her a hot kiss, stuck his hand under her skirt and rubbed her bare pussy.
"Ohhh, jeez, don't!" Denise whispered.
But his finger slicked into her pussy-slit and made her feel so damn good, she could do nothing but let him finger-fuck her as she stood there, her panties dangling from one hand.
He kissed her as if she were a grown woman. His tongue snaked into her sweet-tasting mouth. His finger fucked faster in her puffy pussy.
She came again quickly.
She broke away from the kiss, panting and huffing, her body shaking again with climax, with the wonderful feeling she had come to love so much.
"Oh jeez, jeez, jeez!" Denise sobbed joyously.
"Cum, baby, cum!" Mr. Hanson urged. "Cum good!"
"Oh, shit!" Denise whispered hotly. "Shit!"
Then they heard Betsy slam a door upstairs and start down the stairway.
They quickly broke their embrace. Denise rushed over to the side of the den and knelt down, her back to the door, pretending to be fidgeting with the TV set.
Betsy walked in.
"Sorry I took so long, Jack. I hope you and Denise got acquainted."
"Oh, we did. We did," he smiled.
Betsy smiled back. "Good."
Denise hid the soaked panties, looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Yeah we got to know each other, Mom."
"Well, if you're ready?" Betsy said.
Jack took her arm and they left.
Denise took a deep breath. Her school skirt was still dripping with Mr. Hanson's cum. Her panties were like a wet wash rag.
She turned on MTV, went to the couch and sat down.
She took another deep breath and whispered: "Gawd, I'm still shaking all over from that nasty stuff we did."
She lifted her skirt and set her legs wide apart, her panties still dangling from one hand. The other hand slid between her legs and she started finger-fucking herself.
"Ohhhh, gosh, that was something," she whispered. "Gawd, he actually licked my pussy, and I actually jerked him off. Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"
Denise huffed hotly as her fucking finger sent her soaring into another fabulous climax.
CHAPTER TWO
Sweet Denise's life continued, and for the next two weeks nothing as incredible as her experience with Mr. Hanson had happened to her. She had not seen her mother's boyfriend since their slurping, cumming encounter in the den of her mother's house.
But she certainly did not forget it.
She daydreamed in class at junior high about Mr. Hanson's cum-spitting cock, the big, round, long cock-stalk, the red cockhead, the big hairy balls that hung below it, and the unbelievable way it sprayed out so much cock-cream. She wondered just how much jism he had splashed on her school skirt.
"At least a glass-full," Denise murmured to herself as she went from one class to another.
Denise was darling in her alternate uniform, a swirling short, black skirt with sweet pleats, a white sweater, black knee socks, black-and-white saddle shoes. She had her long, brown hair done up in an arching ponytail, and she had cute bangs cut straight across her forehead.
Her tits pushed at her tight white sweater. They bounced like two ripe organges. Her exquisite young ass curved out against the tight school skirt.
Denise headed for the girls' rest room. She walked down the stairs to the lower level of the school. She walked into the girls' room and found Hank Barber, the school janitor, mopping the floor.
"I'll be done in a minute, missy," he said.
"This is about the only time I have to get in here and clean. I left a sign on the door that said it was closed up for a few minutes."
"Gosh, I didn't see it, Mr. Barber," Denise said.
The janitor was a man in his forties. He stared at the beautiful schoolgirl, eyeing the bulge of her young tits, and there was no doubt that Denise had a nice see of tits for a girl her age, but they fit her fine, compact body.
"I'll just go outside and wait," Denise said.
"Naw, that's okay, missy. I just about got it done now. You can stay here while I finish this corner over here."
"Okay," Denise smiled.
She went to a wash basin, took out her make-up and applied a bright-pink gloss to her cheeks, then a fresh glistening swash of lip gloss to her pink lips.
She stood over the basin, peering in the mirror, her beautiful ass pushing back seductively against her black skirt. She saw
Mr. Barber behind her, licking his chops. The fact that he was staring at her so intently really excited Denise, so she bent over suggestively, up on her toes, her ass arching cutely.
The janitor finished his mopping.
Denise turned around, put her books and purse on a shelf at the top of the basin and looked at Mr. Barber.
He stood holding his mop, his cock bulging his jeans.
"Oh, missy, you're so pretty," the janitor said.
Denise stared at the cock-bulge in his jeans. A ripple of excitement zinged through her.
"Well, gee, thanks, Mr. Barber," she cooed.
Denise had come to the girl's room to finger-fuck, and now she really felt the itch in her panties to get her finger down in there and take care of her pussy.
Denise headed for the toilet stall.
Mr. Barber followed her, and held the door open for her. His cock throbbed in his pants.
Denise walked in, turned around and stood there, not knowing what to do, not having any idea what was happening.
Mr. Barber came into the stall, closed the door and locked it.
"Could I just see you with your skirt up?" he whispered.
Denise was frightened. She was locked in a toilet stall with the janitor of her junior high. But what could he really do? She looked down at the cock-bulge in his jeans.
"Pull my skirt up, Mr. Barber?"
"Yes, would you?" he pleaded.
"Let you see my panties?"
He stroked his cock-bulge, his hand working in circles on his crotch.
"I really wanna see," he whispered.
"Like this?" Denise asked, slowly lifting her black skirt, pulling it up over her pink panties, showing the horny janitor the muffin softness of her pussy as it pushed out at the crotch of her panties.
"Oh, God!" he panted. "Oh, missy!"
The look of desire on his face turned
Denise on. "Is this what you meant, to pull up my skirt, show you my panties, show you stuff like this?"
Mr. Barber unzipped his fly and hauled out his cock. He had a fat prick, one of those cocks that was a hard eight inches, but so damn big around it was almost like a thermos jug.
"Whew, jeez, Mr. Barber! You shouldn't be takin' your peter out here in the toilet like this. That's really naughty," Denise said seriously, looking longingly at his prick, the way it throbbed and thumped, the fizz forming on the big, round tip.
Then the janitor unbuckled his pants, and they slid down his legs. He whipped down his shorts and took his cock in his hand and started jacking on it savagely.
Denise had never seen a man masturbate before, and the sight of Mr. Barber stroking his cock stimulated the desire in her.
"Jeez!" she yelped. "Golllllllleeeeeee!"
Her jerked hard and fast, his knees bent. He leaned back against the door of the toilet stall, his ass pinned to it, and beat his meat furiously.
Denise sat down on the toilet and took her panties down, pulling them down over her brown pussy-patch. Mr. Barber gasped in appreciation, and jerked harder on his prick.
"Gawd, you're masturbatin', Mr. Barber. You shouldn't be doin' that in here, should you?"
His answer was a squirt of pre-cum that flipped through the air and splattered Denise on her knee, just above her black knee socks.
Denise stuck her hand between her legs and slicked a finger into her pussy. It felt so good. She leaned back on the toilet, looking so damn good that the janitor couldn't stand it.
"Missy, oh, missssssssy, you're so preeeeettttttyyy! Soooooo damn good!"
"Shit, we're masturbatin', Mr. Barber! You better not tell any body about this. If you do, I'll say you raped me, and you'll lose your job."
"Oh, missy, you're so pretty! Oh, missy, you're so so so..."
He stuttered and mumbled as his hand jerked wildly on his fat prick.
Denise sat on the toilet, her black skirt up, her hand between her legs, finger-fucking delightfully into her wet pussy.
"We shouldn't be doin' this, Mr. Barber," she whispered, feeling a tingle of ecstasy rippling through her sweet young body. "We really shouldn't."
"You've got such a nice little pussy!" he huffed. "You're got a cute pussy!"
"Oooooooooh, jeeeeeeez, the way you talk!" Denise whimpered, her whole body now on fire.
The old janitor jerked his cock fervently, delighted that he had a chance to view such a young, pretty lass as Denise.
His cock spurted. A gush of cum flew through the air, like a big swab of cotton, and landed on Denise's sweater.
"Gawwwwd!" she drawled. "You're shootin' white stuff out."
"Shootin' to you, missy, jerkin' my prick to you!"
Denise finger-fucked faster, sliding out on the edge of the toilet seat. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she loved the sight of Mr. Barber standing there, leaning against the stall door, his knees bent, his fly open, his fat cock in his hand, jacking off wildly to her.
"Wow! Jerkin' to me!" Denise whispered.
"Been beatin' off over you since I first saw you, missy," Barber panted.
This surprised Denise. "You have?"
"Damn right, I have. Two or three times a day I been jackin' off over you."
"Gawwwwwd!" Denise exclaimed.
"And I seen you come down here to the toilets every day at this time, and I figured you were in here playin' with yourself."
"How'd you know that?" Denise asked, ready to roll with a climax she was now holding back.
Mr. Barber was doing the same. He was already about to cum again, but he was holding back, enjoying that fine feeling that made his body tingle all over.
"Because you stay so long in here, and you're one of the few students who have this period free. The other girls that come down, they just take a pee, and then they leave after a minute or two. But you're in here a long time, missy. So I knew you were playin' with that cute little pussy of yours."
"So, you knew, huh?" Denise whispered, spreading her legs even wider on the toilet seat, as wide as she could with her panties stretching at her knees.
"Let's cum, missy! Let's cum!"
He jerked his prick in a blur.
Denise fanned her pussy, her finger fucking on her clit.
"Now!" Mr. Barber huffed.
His cock showered Denise with more splotches of thick cum that flew through the air and landed all over her sweater, her thighs, her belly.
She fucked off into a beautiful climax as she watched the cum-spurting cock. The ripple of orgasm slivered through her fine young body.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" the janitor cried.
"Shit!" Denise yelped.
"Missy!"
"Shoot, shoot!" Denise whimpered.
He splattered her with more cum. A huge gunk of jizz hit her on the chin.
Denise shook and shuddered on the toilet seat, cumming so good, feeling so hot that she wanted to stay there in the toilet and keep cumming while the janitor kept raining out his cum-load.
His big thick prick spewed wads of cum at Denise. She put one hand up as a big splotch flew toward her and caught it on her palm.
Finally, Mr. Barber leaned, spent, against the stall door, and Denise slumped back on the toilet seat.
"Do you really masturbate to me all the time?" she asked.
"Yessss, yeahhhh!" he panted.
"Gawwwd!"
"Could I have your panties? Will you give 'em to me to take home ... so I'll have somethin' of yours to jack off to?"
"What?" Denise gasped.
"Your panties, missy. I'd love to have
'em, to play with 'em while I beat off over you."
"Jeez, my panties? I ... well, I guess you could have them, if you really want 'em."
"Oh yes, please!"
"Gosh, then I'd be walkin' around without any panties on all day at school."
"Just thinkin' about that gets me hot," Mr. Barber said.
"I wanna see you jerk off again first," Denise urged, still rubbing slowly on her young pussy. "I'd like to see you shoot some more of that gooky stuff. You got it all over me, see?"
"I know I did. You look good sittin' there with my cum on you."
Denise slid her panties off and dangled them from one hand lewdly, teasing the poor man. She looked up with a salacious smile on her pretty face.
He grabbed his slick cock and started jacking off again.
"Yeah, like that, Mr. Barber. I wanna see you masturbate it real fast and stuff."
He did. He jacked off wildly and Denise finger-fucked furiously until the two of them came again together in the toilet stall.
CHAPTER THREE
Three days later, Mr. Hanson reappeared in Denise's life. She came home late from cheerleading practice and found her Mom and Jack Hanson sitting in the living room having a few drinks.
Denise walked in looking darling and fresh from a shower in the locker rooms at school, dolled up with her white sweater, and short black skirt, black knee socks, black-and-white saddle shoes, and her brown hair slicked back and done up in two bobbling ponytails at the sides of her head.
"Mr. Hanson wants to take us to dinner," Betsy said.
"Gee, that'd be nice,' Denise said.
"Go get ready. But don't change clothes. We don't have time."
Denise went to her room, and soon her mother came in.
"He is a nice man, and he wants to get to know you better. This is fantastic, honey. Not many men get interested when you have a daughter, so be good tonight, friendly and well-mannered."
"Okay, Mom."
Mr. Hanson drove them to a imagine steak house on the north side of town. They parked and went in. The place was imagine, dimly lit, and had big red table cloths on all the tables.
Mr. Hanson had a reservation, and the hose, a young college girl, showed them to a booth in the corner. Mr. Hanson seated Betsy and Denise in the red leather booth on each side of him, smiling.
"What a joy it is to be out with such beautiful women," he remarked.
He ordered wine. Denise had a tall Coke.
Mr. Hanson and Betsy chatted. They tried to include Denise by asking her about her cheerleading, both promising to come to the first game to see her perform.
Betsy and Jack finished off the wine and ordered another bottle, then Betsy excused herself and left for the powder room, as she called it.
As soon as she had left the table, Mr. Hanson sent his hand scooping under the table, hooking his arm under Denise's little school skirt. His fingers crawled up her thighs until he had them scratching on her crotch.
Her panties immediately gooshed. Cummy juice seeped from Denise's pussy into the crotch of the tight pink panties.
Mr. Hanson's fingers tickled and rubbed on her cunt.
"Jeez!" Denise huffed. "Jeeeeez, right here in the restaurant and stuff!"
"I've been dying to get my hands on you again, Denise. God, it feels good under your skirt, feelin' your pussy."
He took her arm, lifted it, and let go so her hand plopped down on his eleven-inch prick that was stiff and bulging in his slacks.
"Ah!" Denise gasped. "Come on!"
"Mmmmmm, yeah, rub on my cock, honey," he whispered hotly.
"God, what if Mom comes back?" Denise said.
Jack answered by dunking his hand down into her panties, sticking his wiggling fingers into the fuzzy patch surrounding Denise's precious pussy.
"Oh, shit, Mr. Hanson! You're down in my panties!"
"Take my cock out," he urged.
"No!" Denise snapped.
"Come on, please? Take it out! I'm so damn hot for you, I'm gonna cum in my shorts."
"God, this is scary!"
"Please, Denise!"
His finger slicked into her pussy. He started to finger-fuck her hot, wet teenage cunt.
"Ooooooh, shit!" Denise sighed, sliding her ass out to the edge of the red seat.
Her legs spread apart. Her fingers found his zipper. She pulled it down, and slid her hand inside his pants. She could feel the man's giant prick, but she couldn't pull it out.
"It's too big to get out," she whispered.
He took his free hand, worked it into his fly and yanked out his massive fucker.
Denise wrapped her hand around the long, smooth cock-stalk and gave it a sweet squeeze.
Mr. Hanson kept his hand knuckling out her panties as his finger slick-fucked her cunt.
"Awwww, wow!" Denise whimpered. "Doin' it right here in the restaurant! Gawd!"
"Jack me off under the table," Mr. Hanson rasped.
Denise jacked on his big cock. Her little hand clutched around the thick cock-lance. She pumped up and down on his prick under the table.
Mr. Hanson kept fucking her cunt with his finger.
"This is bad, Mr. Hanson, masturbatin' like this under the table."
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he gulped.
"Yeah, but what if Mom comes back right away?"
"I got her pretty drunk at the house. I think she'll be in there quite a while."
"But look at that hostess, the one who led us in. She'd lookin' right over here, Mr. Hanson. I think she knows what we're doin' under the table."
"Let her watch. She'll get all hot. Wouldn't you, if you were her?"
Denise hadn't thought of such a thing, but now that she did, he was right. She would be real excited if she were the hostess.
The hostess moved closer, pretending to count tables and booths, writing on a pad. She glanced up at Jack and Denise.
Denise stared back.
The young hostess seemed to say by her look: I know what you two are doing over there.
The hostess walked closer. She wore a tight white dress that reached the floor. She was obviously intrigued by what was taking place in the corner booth.
Denise stroked Mr. Hanson's huge prick, jacking him off fast as her little hand would go.
He stiffened. His face wrinkled with passion.
His cock suddenly spurted streams of cum.
The hostess dropped her pad and bent down to pick it up. She looked under the table and saw the cum-shooting cock.
Mr. Hanson had Denise's black skirt up around her waist. His hand danced in her panties as he finger-fucked her into a climax.
Denise shuddered and damn near slid off the booth seat and onto the floor under the table.
Mr. Hanson's huge cock spit thick blobs of cum.
The hostess held her pose, peering up under the table, her red-lip stick painted mouth hanging open in sheer amazement.
Denise shook wildly.
"Ohhhh, shit!" she whispered softly.
"Denise!" Mr. Hanson blurted.
He sat hunched over the table, his body trembling.
Denise finally ended her orgasm. She let go of Mr. Hanson's cum-slimed prick. She brought her hand up, cum dripping from her fingers. She wiped her hand on the white linen napkin.
"Oh, yuk!" she whispered. "My hand's all icky."
Mr. Hanson slumped back in the booth and heaved a long sigh. "Ohhh, that felt good, Denise."
"She saw us, you know," Denise said. "The hostess?"
"She looked right under the table. She saw you shoot jizz all over the floor."
The hostess had quickly disappeared.
Mr. Hanson brought his hand up and sucked his slimy finger, slurping Denise's cunt-juice.
"A little appetizer before dinner," he smiled.
Betsy came back and drunkenly slid into the booth.
"Sorry I took so long," she said.
"I gotto go," Denise said, getting up.
She didn't want to sit there just after she'd jacked her mother's boyfriend off. And she wanted to wash the rest of his cum from her hand.
She went to the girls' room and turned on the water.
Suddenly the hostess appeared. She was intent.
"My God, you jacked that guy off under the table," she whispered, looking at Denise with admiration. I ... well...."
"I saw you jerkin' him off. I saw him cum. God!"
"You gonna tell?"
"Are you kiddin'? " the hostess smiled. "I loved it. Got me hot!"
She was rubbing on the edge of the sink.
"And he finger-fucked you. Whew, God!"
"Right in the restaurant," Denise added, drying her hands.
"God, you both looked good, really good when you came off."
"I knew you saw us."
"Do you two do that a lot?" the hostess asked.
"Well. . . "
"Who is he, your daddy."
"No," Denise said. "He's my mother's boyfriend."
"No shit."
"Yeah!"
"And you guys jerk off like that with your mom around?"
"Well, you saw us."
"I gotta finger-fuck," the hostess said hotly. "Let's fuck our fingers. Come on."
She went into the toilet stall.
All the talk had gotten Denise hot again. She followed the hostess into the toilet. They closed the stall door and locked it.
The pretty young hostess lifted her white evening gown up on her waist, stripped her blue panties down, and tossed them to the toilet floor. She plopped her chubby ass down on the black toilet seat.
"My name's Pam," she said.
"Denise," Denise said, lifting her little school shirt, holding it up while she wiggled her pink panties down to her knees. She leaned back against the toilet door.
Pam spread her long white legs. She looked good sitting on the toilet, ready to finger-fuck. She was striking in appearance, very pretty. Her brown hair framed her face and cascaded down onto her bare shoulders.
Her tits were round as a couple of juicy grapefruits, big ripe ones, as they pushed at the low-cut dress.
"That guy," Pam said, "your mother's boyfriend, has really got a big cock."
"I know," Denise agreed.
"How big is that cock?"
"I dunno." Denise shrugged, slicking her hand between her legs.
Pam had her finger in her cunt. She leaned back on the toilet and started finger-fucking.
Denise rammed a finger into her sweet pussy and did the same.
"Well, it's a big prick, and you jacked it off under the table. That was really hot!" Pam said.
"Uh-huh," Denise agreed.
"God, you jacked him off and he shot all over the floor. You're young to be doing things like that."
"Well, the age of consent is twelve in this state, and I'm certainly older than that," Denise huffed, her finger slurping in her pussy.
"Shit, I think it's great, a kid like you jackin' on a big cock like that. God, I'm nineteen and I haven't ever played with a prick that big! Hell, I didn't know there were pricks that big!"
They finger-fucked in silence, their action making the slurping, sucking noises.
"Shit, the way that guy squirted cum all over the carpet under the table. What a mess!"
"He really shoots stuff. Shoots cups of it."
"You jack him off a lot, Denise."
"Just a couple of times."
"You ever fuck that big old cock of his, Denise?" Pam asked, fingering wildly in her slippery pussy.
"No."
"Ever suck it?"
"No, but he sucked my pussy once."
"Oh, shit," Pam puffed, plunging her finger in and out of her cunt. "He sucked your little pussy?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, fuck!" Pam gulped. "Oh, this feels good. I needed this. You guys got me so hot!"
"You're really fingerin' fast, and you're using both hands," Denise whispered.
"I'm fuckin' my pussy. I wish I had that big, beautiful prick of your mother's boyfriend jamming up and down in my fucky hole."
"Oh, shit!" Denise whimpered.
"You think you can fix it so I can play with his prick, Denise?"
"Gee, no. I don't think so."
"You fix it up-and I'll let you fuck my daddy, okay?"
"Your daddy?"
"Yeahhhhhh, he'd love to fuck you, and you'd love to fuck him. He's got a big stiff cock all the time, real big, nearly as big as your friend out there. He knows how to fuck, too. You'd never get such a good fuckin' ... ever in your life."
"I'm gonna cum!" Denise huffed.
She shuddered against the toilet door as a hot climax jolted her fine body.
Pam finger-fucked her pussy, buttoned her clit and came with Denise, her body lifting up off the seat, shaking and trembling.
"Ah, yeahhhhhhhhhh!" she hissed.
"Yeahhhhhhhh!" Denise repeated.
"Oh, fuck! cummmmmmmmmming!" Pam cried.
" Cummmmmmmmmmming!" Denise echoed.
The two girls were in instant paradise, they were cumming so good, so sweetly, so hard.
CHAPTER FOUR
They returned to Denise's house. Mr. Hanson parked in the driveway and the three of them went in the house.
Betsy was tipsy, wobbling, but full of giggles. Mr. Hanson helped her walk.
Denise thought it ironic that she was the one to act well-mannered, and her mother was the one who got drunk.
Mr. Hanson fixed them some more drinks.
Denise went to her room, took a shower down the hall, then came back and slipped into a darling two-piece nightie-blue bikini panties and a blue top that came down over her hips. The silky material clung to her fresh body.
She slipped into bed.
Downstairs, Betsy passed out. Mr. Hanson carried her to her bedroom and laid her gently out and covered her with a blanket.
Then he slipped down the hall to Denise's room.
He crept in and went to her bed. She was sound asleep. He pulled the pink blanket back, revealed her lying there in her nightie, the top up.
He reached down and rubbed her sweet pussy through her panties.
"Mmmmmm!" Denise moaned, moving slowly.
Mr. Hanson tugged her panties down, got them off, and stood up.
Then he stripped down. His big cock wobbled and waved in a huge hard-on.
He slid into bed with Denise. She was still asleep.
He slid down between her legs and pressed his mouth to her fresh, delicious cunt-muff.
"Mmmmmm, ooooooooh!" Denise moaned.
She stirred on the bed. She felt a slick buzzing tingling through her body.
Mr. Hanson slithered his tongue up and down her cunt-slit.
Denise woke up.
She looked down, and in the dappled moonlight filtering through her bedroom window, she saw Mr. Hanson going down on her, sucking her pussy.
"Mr. Hanson!" she whispered, lifting her back off the bed, looking down.
He glanced up at her.
"God, what are you doin' here in my bedroom, sir?"
"Sucking your cunt," he whispered.
"Where's Mom?"
"She passed out. She's asleep for a while. We have a little time."
He muffed in and sucked hard, then nibbled lightly, chewing on Denise's pussy.
She shuddered with delight.
"Oh, Gawwwd, I can't believe this," Denise said.
She lay on the bed, spreading her legs, opening her hot little cunt to the sizzling tongue that slicked up and down and around and around.
"You dirty guy!" Denise whispered.
Mr. Hanson slurped at her pussy-fuzz, slicked his thick tongue up and down the sweet pussy-slit, then he sucked, taking all of her cunt-mound into his mouth, chewing, munching.
"Awwww, shit!" Denise panted.
He raised up. "I wanna fuck you," he said.
"Oh, no! Not with that big thing of yours!"
But Mr. Hanson was hovering over her, his cock fisted. He pushed down and mashed the big cock-head against her little pussy. Then he wedged his prick-tip into her pussy.
"Ohhh, ahhh!" Denise gulped. "Oh, shit, Mr. Hanson. You stuck it in me!"
"Yes, yes, darling! In you."
"Gonna really fuck me."
"Yes!"
"The hostess at the restaurant told me she wanted to play with your prick," Denise said casually.
She cocked her knees, her legs wide, and Mr. Hanson bucked in the saddle, up and down, up and down, fucking Denise with hot cock-strokes, giving her a full four inches of his mammoth cock.
"Oh! You're fucking me, Mr. Hanson!"
"Right, Denise."
"Oh, shit! Gawwwwd, you are, you really are fuckin' my pussy, sir!"
He slid an arm under Denise's waist. He slid his hand down and cupped her sweet ass.
He pulled her upward and jammed a full six inches of cock-meat into Denise.
"Whoooooof!" she huffed loudly.
"Shhhhhh! Not so loud ... don't forget your mother is right down the hall."
He buttoned her mouth with a hot kiss.
They fucked and kissed, his hand clutching her ass. Denise hooked her darling legs around him. Mr. Hanson rocked slowly up and down, nice slick fuck-strokes, slicking his juicy prick in and out of her cunt.
"Jeez! Fuckin'! " Denise puffed when they broke their wild kiss.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Mr. Hanson panted.
"Yeahhh, feels goooooood!" Denise sighed, winding her arms around the older man's masculine shoulders, pumping her sexy little body up at Mr. Hanson's huge prick.
Her first fuck felt wonderful.
Denise didn't have a clue about how good she could feel. But Mr. Hanson's huge prick fucking slowly in and out of her schoolgirl pussy gave her a goose-bumpy tingling she wished would never go away.
Mr. Hanson himself had never been more excited, and this made his cock harder than it had ever been. He considered himself a fortunate man, a lucky man to be fucking a pretty, luscious young darling like Denise.
His cock made slick slushy noises as
Denise's pussy became wetter and wetter, her gummy cunt-lips clasping around Mr. Hanson's big long fuck-stick.
His grip tightened under her, his middle finger hooking in a loving curl as he thrust his fingertip up Denise's tight little ass-hole.
They looked good on the bed fucking. There was a calming silence pervading the house. The soft moonlight outlined their humping bodies on the bed.
And Denise knew then that she was experiencing something special-fucking.
Even at her young age, fucking was a word she'd heard over and over in many different ways. And now she was actually fucking. Now a man was humping on her, his prick fucking in her pussy.
"Oh, gawwwd, great!" she mumbled.
"Oh, Denise, darling! My sweet, sweet darling!" Mr. Hanson whispered.
"Awwwww, great!" she huffed.
"Darling little fucker!"
"Oooh, yesss!"
"Oh, darling, I love fuckin' you!" Mr. Hanson blurted.
"And you've got your finger up my butt-hole!" Denise hissed.
He shoved her some more finger.
"Ah!" Denise cried. "Shit! My ass!"
Mr. Hanson fucked harder, giving Denise two more inches of his cock. She had a full eight inches of prick wedged in her cunt.
His balls slapped her fabulous ass. His finger diddled her ass-hole.
Denise bounced instinctively under Mr. Hanson's fuck-stroking.
"I love you!" Mr. Hanson sobbed.
"Shit!" Denise hissed.
"Love you, love fucking you!"
"Well, fuck me then!" Denise urged.
The bed started to rock. Their bodies slammed at each other. His cock fucked her cunt. His finger slugged in and out of her ass.
Denise felt the first surge of climax.
"Awwww, oooooh!" she yelped .
Then she bucked off the bed, pushed her cunt at Mr. Hanson's prick, stiffened, swirled her ass around and around, then came with a force that made her face contort.
"Awwwww, gosh! Fuck me!" Denise panted.
"Shhh, not too loud, dear."
"Oh, shit, Mr. Hanson ... fucking!"
"Isn't it fabulous, my pet?"
"Yessss, sir," she sighed.
"Say fuck for me, Denise, I like to hear you say it."
"Fuck!" the little darling puffed.
"More!" he urged.
"Fuck ... fuck!"
"More, more, more!" he panted.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck meeeee!"
"Denise!"
"Fuck me, darn it! Fuck me, Mr. Hanson!"
His thick prick slugged in and out of her sucking pussy. Denise's legs were hooked beautifully around the older man. His ass humped up and down. His cock plunged even deeper.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Denise cried.
"You sweet little fucker!"
"You big handsome fucker!"
"Not so loud, darling," he cautioned.
"You're butt-fuckin' me with your finger, too," Denise whispered.
His cock was sinking deep now. His fuck-strokes were long and fluid. He lifted Denise's ass off the bed, clutching, keeping one finger crammed into her shitter.
She arched and bumped to his humping pump.
"This is the best fucking I've ever had in my life," Mr. Hanson whispered.
"Really, sir? Really?"
"Yes, the very best, damn it!"
"Oh, fuck me, Mr. Hanson!"
His cock swelled in her little cunt. Denise felt the throbbing, felt his cock thicken inside her just before he shot his wad.
The man's cum splashed into Denise's sweet pussy.
His prick was like a gushing hose, hot cum spilling like a raging waterfall.
It was an incredible experience for little Denise. The hot rush of gushing cock-cream thrilled her. She fucked harder and faster at the big cock that poured gooping gushes of slippery cum into her cunt. Then she came!
She stiffened as the divine ripple of ecstasy slivered through her magnificent body. She shook wildly, then fell back on the bed, her body shuddering, her face twisted with pleasure wrinkles. Her mouth was open, but nothing came out. It was like a stifled scream.
"We're cumming!" Mr. Hanson huffed.
"I love to cum!" she screeched.
"Shit, that feels good!" Mr. Hanson yipped.
They were getting loud again.
"Cumminnnnngggg!" he cried.
"Cummin'! " Denise howled.
He shot off so much cum into her pussy that it gushed out along her cunt-lips, gooping trickles of hot cock-cream dribbling down her crotch, thighs, under her ass, pouring into a puddle of jizz on the bed beneath Denise's ass.
Betsy suddenly came storming in.
She flipped on the light-and caught her beau huffing and puffing on top of her young daughter.
"What the hell are you doing!" she shrieked. "That's my little girl!"
She was obviously shit-faced drunk. She stumbled toward the bed.
"You two stop that!" she demanded, her voice slurring.
Denise and Mr. Hanson were shocked. He rolled off Denise as Betsy hit the bed. She pushed at Mr. Hanson, slapped his face, beat her fists on his chest.
"You were fucking my little girl! You damned pervert!"
Betsy wore a tight black skirt and bright-yellow sweater. She had on nylons and black heels.
She lunged at him.
Her skirt slid up on her nyloned thighs, up above her black garter straps, finally slithering up around her bright yellow panties.
Mr. Hanson wrestled with her.
Denise slid over to the edge of the bed. Thick strings of cum hung from her well-fucked cunt. Slushy blobs of jizz fizzed down her thighs.
"You bastard!" Betsy yelled. "How dare you fuck my little girl? How dare you!"
Mr. Hanson got hold of her arms and pinned them out in a wide V. He straddled her, looking down into her beautiful face.
"You actually fucked her!" Betsy hissed, wiggling under Mr. Hanson's grip.
Her skirt slipped higher. Her luscious legs looked good with the nylons. Her brown hair splashed out on the pillow. She lurched up off the bed, trying to free herself from Mr. Hanson's strong grip.
Denise slid back against the headboard, stiffened, then watched. Cum still drooled from her pussy.
Mr. Hanson's cock was hard again. His hard-on waved like a flagpole.
Betsy looked down at his prick. Her first look at the man's colossal cock took her breath away.
"Oh, God!" Betsy gasped.
Mr. Hanson lifted her skirt. She had on yellow panties and a shiny black garter belt. He yanked her panties down. His free hand held Betsy's arms in a lock behind her head.
Betsy rolled away. They wrestled. Mr. Hanson got her panties off. Betsy was back on top of him. She pounded her fists on Mr. Hanson's chest.
She was drunk, angry, beautiful. Her big tits bobbled in her tight yellow sweater.
He had her skirt up over her waist. Her big brown pussy-patch looked good between her legs.
She bent over to hit him some more. His cock throbbed up at her belly.
Then she stopped fighting, still astride him. She tilted her face down and stared at Mr. Hanson's horse-cock sticking up hard as a rock, long and smooth.
Her mouth hung open. Betsy had never seen such a big prick. In fact, it had been quite some time since she'd seen any prick.
She glanced up at his face.
Jack looked back.
"You actually fucked my little girl, you bastard."
Jack fisted his cock and rubbed the long fucker against her cunt-slit. He rubbed the cock-head up and down until her cunt-lips were wet and slick.
"You fucked her. He fucked you, Denise, didn't he?"
"Yes, he fucked me, Mom."
Mr. Hanson slipped his prick into Betsy's pussy.
"Yes, you were ... ahhhhhh! Oooooh! You bastard!"
His cock felt good in her cunt. Big, strong, long, and hard.
Betsy began a light, circular roll on top of him, fucking down on the long cock-shaft, screwing her cunt on his prick.
Denise shivered with excitement, watching the man's big prick fuck in and out of her mother's cunt.
Betsy's face was full of emotion. Her mouth hung open. She looked down and also watched the big cock fucking her pussy.
Mr. Hanson humped off the bed, fucking more cock-meat into Betsy.
"You fucked my little girl!" Betsy babbled. "She's only a kid, you bastard!"
She bucked harder now, fucked faster on
Mr. Hanson's huge cock. Denise slid over so her pussy was near Mr. Hanson's face. His long tongue snaked out and he plunged it into Denise's cunt and started licking.
"Stop that!" Betsy bellowed. "Denise, don't let him do that!"
"It's all right," Mr. Hanson said. "It's just a dream. You're just having a dream."
"Yeah, a dream, Mom," Denise said, lifting over and sitting flush on Mr. Hanson's face so she faced her mother.
Betsy looked at her daughter, into her pretty face, down to the girl's little cunt plastered on Jack's mouth.
"God!" she gasped.
"Mmmmmm!" Mr. Hanson burbled.
"He's eating you, Denise," Betsy whispered.
"Well, he's fuckin' you, Mom."
Betsy worked harder, riding on the big cock almost like she was in the saddle, humping high and hard on a bucking bronco.
"Fuck him, Mom!" Denise hollered. "Oh, ahhhhmmmm! Honey, ohhhhh, Denise! He's got such a huge prick!"
"I know he has, Mom."
"Ohhh, shit, he's sucking your cunny, honey! Does that feel good?"
"Oooooh, yeah, real good, Mom!" Denise sighed.
Betsy fucked wildly on Jack's prick. Denise swirled her ass, pushed her fuzzy cunt into Mr. Hanson's lapping, slurping tongue.
Betsy fucked hard and sucked in a long sigh. "Ahhhhhhhh!"
Denise could see her mother was orgasming.
Betsy's mouth hung open. She stiffened, fucked hard, then let out another long sigh.
"Ahhh fuck, fuck, fuuuuucccckkkkk!" Betsy yelled like a crazy woman.
Jack's cock exploded cum. He shot a gusher of cock-cream up into Betsy's pussy.
She fucked in little slick strokes now as she was in the middle of her shaking orgasm.
Mr. Hanson's tongue found Denise's clit, and he made her cum, too.
"I'm cumming!" Denise shouted. "Oh, shit! Yeah!"
Mr. Hanson had never felt better. The beautiful mother, the pretty, young daughter-and they were both cumming!
Denise let the good feeling jiggle through her, relishing the ecstasy of the divine tickle. She kept watching her mother's face, all twisted and passionate, and that made Denise even more excited.
* * *
The next morning, Betsy said to Denise at breakfast: "I don't even remember going to bed last night."
"You got drunk," Denise scolded.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Mr. Hanson carried you up to your room and put you to bed."
Betsy sipped for a moment on her coffee.
"I had the strangest dream last night ... very bizarre."
"What was that, Mom?" Denise asked quickly.
"Oh, it ... it was nothing. Forget it." Denise got up and left for school with a smug smile on her innocent young face.
CHAPTER FIVE
Denise was surprised a couple of days later to find Pam waiting outside the junior high. Pam smiled when she saw Denise.
"Hi, Denise!"
"Pam! What are you doin' here."
"Looking for you. Wanna have some fun."
"What?"
"Let's take a ride over to my house. I told my daddy about you, how you jerked that guy's big prick under the table and all. Wanna meet him? I told him he'd really like you."
"Your daddy?"
"Yeah, come on."
"I better not," Denise said.
"Aw, come on. You'd like it. He's got a big one like your mom's boyfriend. Daddy's cock is ten great big inches, all smooth like marble when it's hard, and it's real thick. Wanna see it?"
"No, I better not."
"Come on, we'll have fun."
Denise hesitated.
"Look, we'll just go to my house and masturbate, okay? I got some real hot dirty pictures. Wanna see 'em?"
That made little Denise hot.
"Well, maybe I could," she said.
"Sure, let's go."
The two girls drove off to see Denise's dirty pictures.
"I'll take you home, so don't worry," Pam said.
They arrived at a white, two-story house in the suburbs, got out and went in.
Denise's father stood up from a desk in the adjoining room, then walked into the living room to greet the girls.
He was tall and had sandy brown hair. He was middle-aged, his face rugged, lined like he'd been a rancher or someone who had worked a lot out in the sun-a rugged handsomeness that was striking and compelling.
"Hi, Daddy. This is Denise, the girl I told you about, the girl who beat that guy off in the restaurant."
"My, my! Well, hello, Denise. Come in, come in."
Denise blushed vividly, her pink cheeks taking on a glow. Her pink lips were wet and freshly glossed. Her white sweater pulled lewdly at her little schoolgirl tits. The black school skirt swirled in pleats on her lovely thighs. The black knee socks gloved her calves. Her brown hair was parted in the middle with bangs on the forehead and two ponytails.
"We're gonna masturbate, Daddy, okay?"
"Sure, Pammy, go ahead."
"See, I told you Denise was pretty, didn't I, Daddy?"
"Yes, you did, honey. And she is. She's gorgeous."
"Why don't you show us your prick, Daddy, while Denise and I finger-fuck? Okay?"
"Want me to?"
"Sure! Don't we, Denise?"
"Well ... I ... er, sure. We wanna see it."
Pam wore a pink denim skirt that was knee high. She had on a white tank top. Her big tits swished in the thin material like they were balloons full of water. She had on little white tennis shoes that enhanced the effect of her attire.
She sat down and hiked the skirt, tugged at her white panties, pulled them down and stuck her hand between her legs.
Denise sat down on the couch beside Pam.
She hiked up her little school skirt, thumbed her pink panties and took them down to her knees.
She fingered into her pussy.
Denise's father stood in front of them.
"Show it to us, Daddy. Let's see your big cock."
The handsome man had a hard-on. He unzipped his fly, unbuckled his pants, and let them fall. His cock bulged in his blue bikini briefs. He stripped them down.
His cock flopped out like a huge fish.
"Ooooh, Daddy! You're all hard!" Pam cried.
"You like it like that, don't you, Pammy?"
"I love it like that!"
He stroked his smooth, long cock-shaft.
"Jeeez, Daddy, that looks good when you play with your dick like that."
"You girls look good fuckin' your fingers like that too, real good."
"Do we, Daddy?" Pam cooed.
"Mmmmmm-hummmm. But you didn't tell me Denise was so young," he said.
"Yeah, but she's really with it, jacking off that guy, her mother's boyfriend, under the table while I watched at work."
"That's wonderful, Denise. How marvelous. He must have enjoyed it more than anything in his life. Did he, Denise?"
"Gosh, I dunno. I guess."
"Do you realize that most men would give anything to have you jack them off under a table in a restaurant, Denise?"
"Uh-uh, no."
"Daddy, bring that hard prick over here and let us play with it a little," Pam suggested.
Her father came to the two girls, then he stood over the couch, looking down into their pretty faces.
Denise and Pam fucked their fingers. Pam slid forward, keeping one hand between her legs, but the other clutching her father's ten-inch prick, gripping the massive cock-lance, pushing the skin, pulling it.
The cock-head bulged and looked like a shiny apple, then it spit a goosh of cum that flew over Pam's shoulder and hit the couch behind her.
"Phoooshiittt, Daddy! You're squirtin' already," Pam whispered. "Let me suck you a little bit."
She ducked forward and slid her soft lips over her daddy's prick and bobbed her head in and out as she sucked.
Watching the girl suck her own father's cock was really hot.
"Suck my prick, Pammy," he mumbled.
Pam glanced up into her daddy's impassioned face. He was looking alternately at Pam sucking his prick, then at Denise, her hand between her legs.
Pam pulled her mouth off her daddy's cock.
"Now you do it, Denise," she said.
"No, I better not. I've never done that, sucking one like that."
"Here, just start by kissing the tip of his prick," Pam said, angling her daddy's big cock over at Denise. Denise slid forward on the couch and moved in. Pam held her daddy's prick, and when Denise was close enough, Pam guided it to Denise's puckered lips.
"Yes, yes, kiss Daddy's dick like that, Denise," Pam whispered. "You like that, Daddy?"
"Yes, Pammy. Yes, I like it."
"Now suck him, Denise, suck that big old cock into your little mouth." Pam urged.
Denise took his cock-head into her mouth, her lips sealing around the stiff cock-stalk, her cheeks all caved in, a beautiful plunger-like sucking.
"Oh, fuck, Daddy, she's really suckin' your prick!"
Denise's lips were locked around the man's thick prick.
Pam watched and finger-fucked her pussy.
"Show him how you jerked that guy off under the table, Denise," Pam said. "Yes, show me, Denise!" he urged. He pulled away from Denise's sucking lips and sat down between the girls. He was completely naked now. His fuck-hard cock stood tall and proud.
"Show him, Denise."
Denise clutched the man's prick. She sat forward. He leaned back.
Pam sat directly across from Denise, watching.
"Well, I just jerked on it, you know. like this, kinda," Denise said, pumping his prick.
"Yeah, yeahhh, that's the way she was doin' it, Daddy. Real slow at first, then she started goin' real fast," Pam said hotly.
"Go faster," he suggested.
"And that guy was playin' with her pussy, too. like that, Daddy. Yeah, just hookin' his arm over and fingerin' her cunt. Wasn't he, Denise?"
"Yes."
"Go fast like you did, Denise," Pam said.
"Well, I just pumped harder, kinda pounded on his peter like I'm doin' right now," Denise said.
"Oooh, jerk him, Denise! Jerk Daddy!"
Denise jacked wildly on the man's big prick.
His huge cock started fizzing, started gooshing, spurting out thick streams of cum.
Denise's hand got all creamy with jism. She slick-jacked his cock with hot, fast pumping.
"Oh, ahhh, shit!" he cried. "Go, Denise, go, honey! Jack me off good and fast like that!"
Pam finger-fucked her pussy and watched intently, her eyes wide with fascination.
"Jeeeez!" Pam huffed. "She's really givin' you a good hand-job, Daddy."
"I know. I love it! God, Denise! Jack that big fucker good and hard! Come on baby-doll, jack it hard and fast!"
Denise pounded his prick harder, faster.
He came.
"Ohhh, Daddy!" Pam cried. Denise gasped.
A flood of thick jism came jetting out of the man's big, fat prick. He stiffened, his mouth twisted, his face full of pleasure. Denise jerked on his cock furiously. The cum spewed from his prick like a squirting hose.
She rolled over on her father and straddled him, her pink skirt high, slapped Denise's jacking hand away, grabbed her daddy's cock and jammed it up into her pussy.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she yelled. "Keep cummin' and fuck me!"
Pam bounced wildly on his big prick, the thick fucker wedged up into her cunt. She fucked down fast and hard, bumping, bucking. Her arms wound around her daddy's neck, and she leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
"Gawwwd, you guys!" Denise yelped.
Pam broke the kiss.
"We're fuckin', Denise. Daddy and I are fuckin'. Does it look good?"
"You guys are actually doin' it!" Denise rasped.
"Mmmmmm, your cock feels good, Daddy!"
Pam sighed.
"Fuck me, honey! Fuck me, Pammy! Bounce up and down on Daddy's dick! Fuck daddy's big hard, squirty cock, baby-doll!"
"Oh, shit!" Denise cried.
She stuck her finger in her cunt and began finger-fucking her pussy, her hand jerking and fanning in fast circles.
Pam fucked her daddy, thumping up and down on top of him so hard and fast it was a beautiful sight for Denise to watch.
"You're fuckin' soooo good, Pammy!" Daddy cried, his voice trembling with joy.
"Damn right!" Pam yelped. "I'm the best fuckin' you ever had, Daddy!"
Denise was on the edge of cumming. Her body felt so good. She fingered her clit lightly, keeping herself ready at any second to buzz off in climax.
"Oh, damn, Daddy, we're fuckin' so good!"
"I know, honey, keep fuckin' like that! Fuck me, Pammy!"
Pam bounced. Her tits bobbled in her tank top and the pink skirt ruffled around her waist. Her daddy's big cock was fucking in and out of her cunt with each bouncing buck she performed on top of it.
"Shit, you guys!" Denise blurted.
"We're fuckin' fast and hard, Denise," Pam huffed. "Do you like it?"
"Yeahhhh, keep fuckin', you guys," Denise whispered.
Pam fucked harder, then she let out a loud yell.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, shit! I'm cummin'! I'm cummin' right now, Daddy!"
Denise let the rippling orgasm she'd held off slither through her sweet young body.
Pam bounced up and down wildly, then shuddered loudly and finally slumped down, heaving, puffing, her cheek on her daddy's shoulder.
"God, Daddy," Pam panted, spit drooling from the corner of her mouth, cum dripping down her legs. "Another real good fuck."
He slapped her ass. "I know, princess. A fabulous fuck! You always are."
"Oh, jeez, Daddy! I love you!" Pam huffed.
"And I love you, baby. You know that. I love you madly," he whispered.
"You gonna fuck Denise, Daddy?"
"Only if she wants me to."
Pam raised up. Cum gooshed down her thighs, and chunks of thick cock-cream clung to the wiry hairs of her pussy.
"You wanna fuck Daddy, Denise?" Pam asked.
Denise was lying there, still tingling with the afterglow of her climax.
"Fuck him?" she whispered.
"Yeah, he wants to fuck you, Denise-but only if you wanna fuck him."
"Jeez, fuck your daddy?"
"Yes, Denise," he said. "Wanna fuck it up a little?"
"I ... jeeez, fuck you?" Denise blurted.
Pam was playing with Daddy's prick, keeping it half hard. Her hand clutched the slick, creamy cock-shaft. She pumped up and down, got the mammoth cock good and hard again.
"Look," Pam whispered. "Daddy's all hard again. He's ready to fuck. And Daddy loves to fuck, don't you, huh, Daddy?"
Pammy sat beside Daddy, toying with his hard prick, now swollen thick, the shaft pulsing, the cock-head fizzed with cum.
"Come on, get up on Daddy, Denise-and fuck," Pam smiled.
"Really? Should I?" Denise mumbled.
"Yes, let's fuck, Denise!" he said.
"Yeah, come on, I'll put it in for you, Denise," Pam said.
Denise got up on the man. She straddled him, looking pretty and sexy in her school uniform, her compact little body trembling as Pam guided her daddy's prick into Denise's cunny.
"Ooooh, it's in there," Pam whispered.
"Ahhh, jeeeeez!" Denise gasped.
She started fucking slowly on his cock, rotating her hot, young hips and bouncing her plump little ass up and down. Her double ponytails bobbled at the sides of her head, and her teenette titties jiggled up and down inside her white sweater.
"She's fuckin' you, Daddy," Pam said.
"You're fuckin', Denise."
"Oh, yes!" the man huffed.
Pam reached down between Daddy and Denise and felt the shaft of his cock ramming up into Denise's pussy. She licked her daddy's ear, kissed his cheek, lolled her tongue along his neck as she watched him fuck with Denise.
"How's it feel, Daddy?" Pam asked.
"Wonderful! She has such a tight little cunt, makes my prick feel real good in there."
His prick also looked good in Denise's pussy. True, she had a tight cunt that sucked on his thick cock. Her cunt-lips were like a suction cup surrounding the girth of the man's cock-stalk.
She fucked up and down.
He thrust off the couch and speared his big fuck-throbber into Denise's pussy. She put her hands on his shoulders, leaned forward, her ponytails bobbing, her tits jiggling in her sweater, and fucked up and down fucking on his prick in a hot girlie-stroke.
"Ah, shit!" Denise yelped. "I'm fuckin' your daddy, Pam!"
"You sure as hell are! Fuck, you are really fuckin, Denise. Shit!"
"Yes, Denise. Yes! You're fuckin' me," he whimpered.
Denise fucked up and down, tucked her chin to her collarbone and peered down at the gooey, sliding cock as it slithered in and out of her pussy like a pipe greased with lard.
"Ah! God! Shit!" Denise yelled.
The young darling was hot. Her pussy felt so good. She felt good. She loved prick. She knew that for sure.
Right then, right there, Denise knew she had a knack for making men love her ... making them be hers.
"Fuckin', fuckin', fuckin'! " Denise sobbed. "There's nothin' better than fuckin'. Do people know that? Why doesn't everyone know that? Why don't they all love to fuck? Do they know?"
She fucked up and down, riding his big prick wildly.
"We do, Denise," Pam said. "Daddy and
I know. We know fuckin' is the best. Don't we, Daddy?"
She licked her tongue all over his ear.
"Yes, Pammy. We know about fucking," Daddy huffed, pumping off the couch to meet Denise's slamming fuck-strokes.
"You fuckers!" Denise yelled.
"Fuck Daddy, Denise!" Pam panted.
"Oh, yeahhhhh, fuck!" he cried.
Denise fucked hard, real hard. She bounced up and down. Her pink lips were in a big hot O. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. He had his hands on her slim waist, guiding her downward strokes onto his towering cock-lance.
"I'm gonna fuckin' cum, Daddy!" Pam shouted.
"Look at her! Shit, she's fuckin' hot as a goddamn fire!" Pam screeched. Denise came.
The sweet ripple of pleasure that consumed her made her fuck even harder, faster. She bucked and fucked up and down in a frenzy.
The delicious feeling of climax overdo whelmed her.
"Ah oh, ah oh, ah ah ah ah, shit!"
"Oooh, fuck, look at her cum, Daddy!" Pam marveled.
Daddy's cock had become a big, creamy fuck-stick for Denise. She fucked and fucked and came and came.
"Ah uh, uh, uh-whooooooo, shiiit!" she cried.
She slumped down on the man, spent, puffing and huffing, her pussy twittering, her heart thumping. He lifted her off his prick, picked her up and put her on the floor on her hands and knees.
The man got behind her. He lifted her black pleats, layered them over her back, exposing the slick cheeks of her plump little ass. Her tits hung down, jiggling in her tight white sweater.
He slugged his cock between Denise's thighs, fucking it into her pussy.
"Ah!" Denise gasped.
"Daddy! Jeez! You gonna dog-fuck Denise?"
"Uh-huh," he whispered.
Daddy rocked back and forth, slicking his creaming prick in and out of Denise's little pussy, making her feel good. She looked under her and saw the slush-strokes of his big cock.
Denise was on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass for him.
"Denise, you're dog-fuckin' Daddy!" Pam cried.
"I'm dog-fuckin'! " Denise shouted.
"Dog-fuckers!" Pam yelped.
Daddy slugged it to Denise. His cock made sweet slurping sounds as he fucked his prick in and out of Denise's young pussy.
"Jeez, that looks good!" Pam yelped.
"Feels good, too," her daddy said.
"I'm gonna cum again!" Denise sobbed, swinging her head from side to side, her face turned upward.
"Fuck her harder, Daddy!"
He rocked and bucked behind Denise.
Denise came in a throbbing shudder.
The man pulled his cock out, pushed her down, rolled her over, and stuck a finger in her cunt and found her clit. He buzzed her off into a trembling tickle of ecstasy. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and jacked wildly on the huge hunk of hard cock-meat.
Denise looked up at him jacking off. She came again. His finger diddled her clit. She shook with delight.
His cock bulged and he started shooting cum all over Denise.
Cum spewed out of his enormous prick. Huge splashes of cock-cream hit Denise on her face, sweater, skirt, her belly.
"Oh, wow! Shit!" Denise cried as she lay there cumming, goose-bumping all over with incredible pleasure and watching the big streamers of thick cock-cream spurt from the man's prick.
"GolllUleee, Daddy!" Pam drawled hotly. "You're shootin' gallons of cum on Denise!"
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh!" he gasped.
He was hosing Denise down with one of the biggest loads of fuck-jizz in the history of fucking.
He looked good kneeling over little Denise, jerking his horse-cock, spewing steaming jizz at the darling girl sprawled below him, her beautiful schoolgirl face masked with ecstasy, her school clothes rumpled and loose, her body shimmering as she shuddered with orgasm.
Pam crawled to her daddy and Denise. She got behind her father. Denise saw Pam staring down at her over the man's shoulder.
Then Pam slid down behind her daddy and started kissing his ass, her sweet lips raining hot little smacks all over his ass.
He howled with delight when she stuck her tongue up his ass and started tongue-fucking his ass-hole.
"Oh, honey!" Daddy yelled. "Ah, baby, fuck my ass-hole with your tongue like that! Yeahhhh!"
He was still jacking wildly on his stiff prick, and splashes of thick cum were still flying out of the bulging cock-head, spurting down and splattering all over Denise.
He diddled her pussy continuously.
He finally milked his cock, and let his finger slide off Denise's clit. She slumped to the floor. He quickly rolled her over onto her belly, then dipped down and slashed his tongue up and down on the crack of her sweet ass.
"Ahhh, shit! What? Whatcha doin' back there!" Denise shouted.
He answered her by flapping the tip of his tongue at her tight ass-bud.
"Ahhhhh! Shit! Oh, shit!" Denise screamed. "My butt!"
"He's givin' you a good ass-licking, and I'm giving him a good ass-licking at the same time," Pam muttered against her father's ass.
He rimmed Denise's ass-hole and sent her into shivers of ecstasy. She'd never felt anything like this before, that naughty man back there licking hungrily around in her ass-crack.
"Shit!" she cried again, a simple sob of pleasure.
Denise pushed her pussy against the carpet and rolled her hips, rubbing her cunt while the man scorched her young ass-hole with his slurping tongue.
Pam rimmed Daddy, her tongue like a feather as it tickled his ass-crack, diddled his ass-hole.
Before Denise passed out from sheer pleasure, he was fucking her again, on top of her on the floor.
He bounced up and down, his big prick slurping in and out of her pussy.
She simply blacked out from ecstasy.
* * *
Later, in the car, when Pam was taking Denise home, Denise said: "Shit, I can't believe you doin' all that stuff with your own daddy."
"Why?"
"Well, just 'cause. I mean, with your own father and stuff."
Pam smiled. "I really love my daddy, Denise."
"He is lovable. Your daddy's real sweet, Pam," Denise said. "And that big cock of his is wonderful!"
CHAPTER SIX
Two days later, Denise came home from school and found her cousin Billy sitting in the living room with her mother.
"Well, look who's here, Denise. It's your cousin Billy. We haven't seen him for years. You were just a little girl when he joined the Navy."
Billy was twenty-four. He was tall, lanky, and he looked good in his tight-fitting sailor uniform, an all-white issue that showed off his sexy body.
"Hi, Denise," Billy smiled.
"Gee, hi," Denise said, barely remembering Billy.
But she was impressed by his blonde good looks, his fine physique, his square jaw and his crew-cut hair.
"I have a dinner date with Mr. Hanson. Billy dropped in unexpectedly on his way back to his ship," Denise's mother said. "He wants to go to the county fair out at the fairgrounds. I can't go, but Billy said he'd like to take you, Denise. Want to go?"
"Sure," Denise said.
She loved the fair, and she had been wondering how she would talk her mother into driving her out to the fairgrounds.
"Fine, then Billy can stay overnight and be on his way tomorrow sometime. And before he leaves, I'll take some time off work so I can have lunch with him. We have a lot to talk about, Billy. I want to hear all about your Navy experiences, and I want to know what's going on with your mother. My sister never writes, you know."
"Mom-likes the telephone," Billy said. "Well, go get ready, Denise," her mother said.
Denise changed into a pink denim miniskirt and a white tank top. She had little pink flats on her feet. She blushed her cheeks with a dark pink, and her lips she glossed with a glistening pink lipstick. She put her hair in double ponytails, then went back downstairs where Billy was waiting for her.
They drove to the fair and walked the midway.
Denise liked being with her tall, older cousin, especially since he was dressed in his Navy uniform. He looked handsome and sexy.
They shot some darts, then Billy did the basketball throw and Denise shot at tin ducks.
They walked farther down the midway and came upon a booth hawked by a carney.
"Here you go!" the carney said. "Take a picture with the little lady. Only costs a quarter a picture, and they develop right away."
"Should we?" Billy asked.
"Sure," Denise said.
"Give me five dollars' worth of quarters."
The carney counted out a stack of quarters. "You bet," he said. "If I had a beautiful young lady like that with me, I'd want lots of pictures, too. Take your time. Just lock the door, and when you want a picture, push the button near the bench where you sit. The pictures will pop out and develop right away."
They went in.
Billy took a stack of quarters and slipped them into the slot. The camera blinked ready. Denise sat down beside him on the little bench for their picture.
Billy put his arm around her shoulder and punched the button on the wall next to him. The camera flashed, then the picture popped out into a tray and started developing.
"Let's kiss in this next picture," Billy suggested.
"Kiss?" Denise said, surprised.
"Sure," Billy smiled.
"But you're my cousin, Billy."
"So what?"
He snuggled Denise closer and pulled her against his chest, then kissed her. He reached over and hit the button, and the camera flashed at them.
Billy kept kissing Denise.
His hand was sliding down her side onto her lush, young thigh. He rubbed there as his tongue slithered into Denise's mouth.
Denise finally broke away. Her heart was thumping, and her pussy tingled.
"Billy!" she whispered. "You shouldn't do that."
He took Denise's hand and placed it on the huge cock-bulge in his white sailor pants.
"Let's take one like this," he said.
And the camera flashed again.
"Gawd, Billy!" Denise huffed, her hand pressed over the curling hard-on that throbbed up at her fingers in his tight pants. "You took a picture of me with my hand between your legs!"
"Yeah," he said. "And now let's get one where I stick my hand up your skirt-like this."
Billy slid Denise's pink denim skirt up her golden thighs, pulled it around her waist to show off her sweet black panties. He stuck his hand up in there and rubbed Denise's pantied crotch.
"Oh, shit!" Denise huffed as he slicked his hand in and out on her crotch. "You're feelin' my ... you're rubbin' on my ... my ... pussy!"
Her hand started to move on Billy's cock-bulge. She liked the feel of his hard prick as it pressed up against his sailor uniform.
Billy pushed the button and the camera took another picture of them in a lewd pose.
"Billy, these aren't the kind of pictures kids come back with from the fair," Denise whispered.
Billy unbuttoned the crotch-flap on his uniform, slid it down, then he let his naked cock pop out. He had a pretty prick, big and stiff, the cock-head drooling pre-cum.
The big fucker was a good thirteen inches long!
Denise was amazed.
She looked down in wonder.
Billy pushed the button and got a picture of her gawking at his magnificent cock-lance.
God, Denise thought. Do all men have such big pricks? How come they're all so hard and long?
"Billy, we shouldn't be doin' this in this booth."
"Oh, fuck, honey. This is fun, and you know it. Just grab that big fucker! C'mon!"
"Oh, shit, I shouldn't!" Denise panted, grasping the thick, hard, smooth cock-stalk.
Oh, God, she thought, his prick feels so damn good.
"Yeahhhhh, Denise!" he huffed. "Squeeze!"
"Billy! Shit! It's such a big boner! And you're my cousin and stuff. Goodness!"
His hand slid into her black panties. His fingers threaded her downy pussy-hair.
Denise sighed.
His finger slicked into her hot cunt. "Oh, Jeeeezuzzzz, Billy! Gawwwwd!"
Denise exclaimed. "Not here in this booth!"
But the little darling was so hot now there was no way she was going to let go of Billy's big beautiful prick, no way she was going to stop his finger-fucking deep in her panties.
Denise squeezed on his magnificent cock, gripping it in her little hand halfway down the thick, throbbing stalk.
Billy finger-fucked in her panties, his finger a slick prick of pleasure.
He reached over with his free hand and pushed the button and popped off another picture of their lewd activities.
Billy's prick-tip foamed with pre-cum.
"It's fizzin' and stuff!" Denise gasped.
"Your pussy's all wet too, Denise," Billy whispered.
"Oh, Billy!" she wailed helplessly.
Denise started cumming.
She sat on the Utile bench and shuddered, and Billy punched the button for another picture, and got her climaxing.
Denise shook so hard that her hand automatically started jerking on Billy's prick. He shot off.
A roaring load of creamy cum frothed out of his cock, spit high in the air and splattered on the floor of the photo booth.
"Ahhh, yeah!" Billy gulped.
Denise panted loudly, bent over now at the waist by her fabulous orgasm.
Billy's hand danced in Denise's damp panties, his finger fucking in and out of her juicy little cunt.
She thought she might never stop cumming. Oh, how she loved the feeling of climax, the wonderful sensation of creaming.
They finally slumped back on the bench, both of them spent.
"Jeez, Billy," Denise whispered.
"That felt so damn good, Denise," he said.
"Yeah, but, gawwwd! Here in this booth, Billy? Jeez!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Meanwhile, outside, the carney was wondering what in the world was going on in his photo booth. The sailor and the young girl had been in there a long time.
He decided to check.
He walked in and caught Billy kissing Denise, his hand still in her panties, Denise's hand still clutching Billy's cum-dripping cock.
The sight of the beautiful junior high darling sitting there on the photo bench with her tiny pink skirt up, her legs wide, her hand clutching a sailor's big prick excited the carney as he'd never been excited before.
The carney, a man of forty with a muscular body, tattoos of a snake on one arm, a mermaid on the other, closed the door to the booth and locked it.
"Mmmmm," the fellow smiled. "Takin' some hot pictures, huh?"
Denise and Billy were surprised by his boldness.
"Well, we were just getting ready to leave," Billy said.
"You don't have to go," the carney said. "I'll take some pictures of you two, if you wanna have me do it, and they'll be on the house. No cost."
"We better not," Denise said.
"Sure, go ahead," the carney urged.
He unhooked the automatic set-up and got behind the camera.
"Go ahead. I'll snap some good ones."
"Should we?" Billy asked, his hand jiggling again in Denise's panties.
"Oh, gawwwwwwd!" Denise drawled, getting hot again.
Billy pulled her panties down to reveal her fuzzy pussy.
The carney shot a picture.
Then Billy tugged his pants down and knelt between Denise's legs. He licked up her thighs and muffed his face into her sweet little cunt.
"Oh!" Denise cried.
The carney had a big hard-on now. He shot another photo.
Denise slid down on the bench, her legs wide, watching Billy eat her pussy, looking up now and then at the carney, seeing the lusty expression on his face.
He had a ruddy complexion and coal-black hair. He wore a T-shirt, sports jacket and jeans. He winked at Denise and ran his tongue over his lips, licking his chops.
"Why don't you two fuck?" the carney urged.
Billy got up. He sat down on the bench. He pulled Denise over on top of him so she straddled him, her front to the camera, her no back to Billy.
She lifted up and he nudged his cock-head up into her slippery pussy.
The carney took more pictures.
Denise started fucking, bucking up and down on the sailor's huge prick.
"Ah, yeahhhhh!" Billy huffed.
"Yeah, that looks good. Damn good, that sweet little girl fuckin' on that big cock like that," the carney panted.
Denise was hot as fire. She fucked up and down, her little body bouncing, her tits jiggling in her tank top.
The carney got some hot pictures of them fucking.
Then he moved out from behind the camera and stepped over to them. He unzipped his fly and produced his cock, a thick, blunt-tipped hard-on about six inches long.
Denise looked into his rugged face, then down at his stiff prick.
He moved closer to Denise, moved to her side, lifted her tank top and played with her fine young tits. in
"Get away from her!" Billy commanded.
"No way," the carney said. "I'm gettin' me some of this hot little girl. If I don't, I keep the pictures, and send them to your local paper."
He took Denise's hand and placed it on his cock.
She squeezed the man's short, thick prick. He squirted out a gush of pre-cum at her.
"Ohhh, gawd!" Denise huffed.
She fucked harder on top of Billy.
She didn't know how it happened, because she was in a fucker's trance-but the next thing she knew she was on the floor, on her hands and knees over the carney. His cock was stuffed into her pussy.
Billy was behind her.
He shoved his prick against her ass-hole.
Denise humped and fucked on the carney's hard cock.
Billy pressed against her ass-hole with his big cock-knob.
"Not up my butt!" she cried. "Please, Billy, not up my butt! You can lick my ass, but don't stick that thing up my butt!"
Billy got down on his hands and knees behind Denise and started licking up and down her ass-crack.
"Ah! Shit! Yeah, Billy! like that!" Denise wailed.
"Fuck me, honey!" the carney whispered to Denise.
Denise looked down into the carney's face as she fucked on his prick. His rugged features were wrinkled with passion. His snubby prick was wedged in her pussy, giving her a good fucking.
Billy's tongue slithered up and slapped up and down the crack of Denise's ass, then he twirled the tip at her ass-hole.
A familiar shudder shivered through her, just like the last time she'd had her ass licked, and she loved it.
"Damn!" she cried.
Then Billy crawled around in front of Denise, got up on his knees and offered her his long cock. She took his prick in her pink mouth and started sucking.
This was a new one for the sexy lass-sucking a cock while she fucked a cock. She wondered if she could stand the excitement.
The clanking of the rides on the midway outside and the noise of the crowds filtered through to the steamy photo booth.
The governor of the state walked the midway outside and passed the photo booth as he did some campaigning. Little did he know that just a few feet from him a beautiful junior high girl, a sailor, and a carney were fucking and sucking.
The carney's cock felt good in her cunt. She sucked voraciously on Billy's cock. She humped her ass up and down, in and out.
"Go, Denise!" Billy yelped. "Go! Fuck and suck, Denise!"
She liked the ring of those words ... fuck and suck! She could fuck and suck those stiff cocks all day.
The carney lifted his ass off the wooden floor, pumped up to Denise and came.
A gush of warm cum shot into her pussy.
"Ah! Ohhhhhhhhh!" the carney yelled.
Billy's cock bulged in Denise's mouth, and he let go of a thick, bubbling cum-load that almost choked the young girl.
Then Denise orgasmed. She came with such a force she thought she would die.
She pulled back off Billy's pulsing prick to catch her breath, but he kept shooting, spraying her beautiful face with his cum-load.
She bucked wildly on the carney. He was in ecstasy under her, his cock spurting thick cum into her pumping pussy.
It was a thrilling experience, one Denise would never ever forget-fucking and sucking in the photo booth at the carnival.
Billy sprayed her face with more cum.
She bucked harder on the carney and came again.
Then she went limp and fell on top of him.
Billy got up and retrieved all the pictures they had taken. He pulled Denise from the floor.
The carney lay there, satisfied, a lucky man. Never before had he enjoyed a sexual encounter as much as this.
"You guys are really naughty," Denise said, grinning as she pulled on her panties. us
CHAPTER EIGHT
Denise walked to school the next day, thinking about fucking. The beautiful act had been on her mind almost constantly. She loved sex, and she loved the feeling that it gave her.
She had also come to the conclusion that men adored her, liked her youth, her compact, fine body, her pretty face.
All day, she thought about fucking.
And when she returned home late that evening, Billy was still there.
He was having a drink with Betsy, her mom.
Betsy looked devastatingly beautiful in a black skirt, red sweater, red high heels. Her long brown hair was shiny and fell on her shoulders.
They greeted Denise, and Billy eyed her with an intense look, gazing over her black school skirt, the little pleats, her white sweater, black knee socks, black-and-white saddle shoes.
"I'm waiting for Mr. Hanson," Betsy said. "He's going to take us all out to dinner."
The sound of the doorbell interrupted Betsy.
It was Mr. Hanson. He smiled widely and shook hands with Billy.
"I hope you all are ready, because we have a reservation in just fifteen minutes," the man said.
Denise wanted to change out of her uniform, but there wasn't time.
They drove to the restaurant, and Pam welcomed them.
Pam smiled at Denise knowingly, led the group to a dark booth in the back and gave them menus. Mr. Hanson ordered wine and kept it flowing, especially to Betsy. He had learned by now that the more wine the beautiful mother drank, the looser she became.
Denise excused herself to go to the girls' room-so she could talk to Pam.
"God, who's that good-looking sailor with you?" Pam asked.
"My cousin," Denise answered.
"And you're still with that man with the big prick too, huh?"
"Uh-huh," Denise smiled.
"You gonna jack 'em both off under the table?" Pam asked eagerly.
"I don't think so. Gawwd!"
"Ooooh, yeah, I think you should, Denise!"
Denise left and went back to the booth. Her mother was tipsy. She slid into the booth between Mr. Hanson and Billy. Mr. Hanson's hand immediately slid between her legs under the table, up her smooth thighs, up to the crotch of her pink panties. He rubbed on her soft pussy-mound.
Billy and Betsy had no idea that Mr. Hanson was rubbing Denise's pussy under the booth.
She was hot as hell. Her pussy gooshed. Her panties got all wet.
Mr. Hanson carried on a polite conversation as he rubbed her cunt. Then he poured more wine for Betsy.
After several glasses, Betsy had to excuse herself. She felt sick and giddy. She went to the girls' room.
Pam had been watching Denise and Mr. Hanson. She saw his hand playing between the girl's legs under the booth.
As soon as Betsy left, Pam approached the table and slid into the booth next to Mr. Hanson.
"My boss isn't here. And I can only sit here for a minute, but I wanna see and feel that big cock," she said, reaching down, unzipping Mr. Hanson's fly.
"This is Pam, Mr. Hanson," Denise said. "And this is my cousin, Billy, Pam."
Pam already had Mr. Hanson's hard cock in her hand.
"Wow, this thing is huge!" she exclaimed.
Billy was looking a bit bewildered.
Mr. Hanson still had his hand between Denise's legs.
Billy looked down and saw what he was doing. He got a hard-on that pressed up against his tight sailor uniform. Denise reached down and clutched at the young man's curling, bending hard-on.
"Let's jack 'em off, Denise," Pam said. "But we gotta hurry."
Denise tried to get Billy's pants unbuttoned. Billy helped her, and finally his big prick was sticking out. Denise grabbed it.
Pam started jerking Mr. Hanson's cock and Denise jacked on Billy's cock.
"Oooh, shit!" Pam said. "This is a really big prick, sir."
"Well, thank you, young lady," Mr.
Hanson smiled.
The two young girls pumped hard and fast on the two big cocks.
Mr. Hanson came first. He poured out a huge, thick load of cum that splashed to the floor.
Then Billy came. His jism gushed upward under the table, hitting the bottom, clinging, then dripping to the floor.
"God!" Pammy huffed. "Shit, he's spurtin' all over the damn carpet down there!"
"Shit!" Denise whispered.
"My pussy's on fire!" Pam rasped.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Billy gurgled.
Pam jacked savagely on Mr. Hanson's big prick.
Denise jacked a sweet stroke on Billy's hard cock.
The girls were milking the guys dry.
Mr. Hanson, his hand still in Denise's crotch, reached over with his free hand and slid it under Pam's dress, up her legs, into the damp crotch of her panties.
"I wish we could fuck," Pam said.
Mr. Hanson rubbed hard on Pam's pussy.
"Oh, my pussy, my pussy, my pussy!" Pam wailed.
Denise had drained Billy dry. His cock went limp.
He slid to the floor beneath the table and licked up her legs. He pushed Mr. Hanson's hand away and reached into Denise's panties. He pulled them to one side of her crotch and stuck his tongue into her cunt.
"Gawwwd!" Denise puffed. "He's lickin' me! Billy's on the floor lickin' my cunny!"
Denise looked up and saw her mother coming out of the lady's room.
"Billy, get up!" she gasped. "Here comes Mother!"
Billy crawled back up onto the booth seat.
Pam slipped away, her hand dripping with cum as she went to her little hostess station.
Both men fastened their pants and Betsy sat down...
After dinner, Mr. Hanson and Betsy drove Billy and Denise to the house.
They let the young people out, and Betsy said: "We're going to a dance at Mr. Hanson's country club. We'll be home late, so don't wait up."
As soon as Billy and Denise were in the house, Billy had her in his arms, kissing her wildly, his hands clutching at the cheeks of her fine little ass. He took her down to the carpet, stripped her naked except for her black knee socks and black-and-white shoes.
Then he set about licking every inch of her fabulous young body, his tongue slurping over her smooth, firm skin.
"Oh, Billy!" Denise panted.
His tongue found her pussy, he twittered her clit, then he rolled her over and sent his tongue twisting up her ass.
"Yikes!" Denise yelled. "My butt! Shit, my butt!"
She loved the feeling his tongue gave her.
Billy spread her ass-cheeks and drove his tongue wildly at her ass-hole.
Her cute ass arched up so fabulously. It was smooth, curved, good.
Billy clutched at her chubby ass-cheeks, kept them apart as his tongue drilled her ass-bud.
"Billy, Billy!" Denise whimpered.
He rimmed her enthusiastically. He licked her ass-hole, then rolled Denise back over on the carpet.
Her brown hair splayed out in two pony-tails under her head. Her luscious lips were wet and open in a big sexy O.
Billy fisted his prick and plunged it into Denise's little cunt.
"No, Billy! No! Don't fuck me!"
"Why?"
"You're my cousin-that's why."
"So?"
"No, it's not right!"
But Billy was fucking her now. His immense prick was in, and he sawed back and forth. His balls whacked at Denise's ass with slick whaps.
"Oh, Denise! This is so good!" he cried.
"But, Billy-fuckin'? "
"Yes, fuckin', Denise!"
He slid his hands under her sweet ass and really pumped.
"Awww, shit, Billy!" Denise yelped. "Shit! You're doin' it, aren'tcha? You're fuckin' me with that big thing!"
"Damn right!"
Denise spread her legs wide, clamping them around her sailor cousin. He humped up and down wildly, his big cock slurping in and out of her runny pussy.
"All right then, darn it-fuck me!" Denise hollered. "Go on and fuck me, darn it!"
Billy fucked her. He fucked good with his colossal cock. He fucked hard. His balls were like ripe fruit as they slapped at her ass. His cock was slick and driving.
"Oh, you're a good little fuck," Billy whispered.
"Shit, Billy! You're the one! You shouldn't, but you are ... you're screwin' me!"
Little Denise sobbed, twisting her head from side to side on the floor.
She pushed her hips up at Billy's pounding prick.
He rammed her with a wild cock-stroke.
Denise held on, tightened her legs around him, started to bounce on the floor under him.
"Fuck it!" she yelled. "Go on then ... fuck it!"
Billy had never had such a good fuck, never had tasted such forbidden fruit ... a young darling ... a cousin. And he worked hard to make it good for Denise so she would never forget him.
His cock bulged. Denise fucked back at him.
Billy came.
Hot cock-cream poured into her pussy. Denise felt it, too.
She tingled all over and came with him.
A pool of their fuck-slime formed on the floor beneath her quivering ass, and they relaxed in a warm embrace.
CHAPTER NINE
Billy and Denise fucked two more times that evening, then Billy thought it best they cool it before Betsy came home.
He retired to the guest bedroom and went to sleep.
Denise took a long shower. She felt good. She really liked fucking. She couldn't get enough, it seemed.
She went back to her room and dressed in sweet pink pajamas, a soft cotton top, and pink bottoms that fit loosely and came down to her ankles.
She crawled into bed and went to sleep, satisfied...
She was awakened by a hot kiss on the lips.
She opened her eyes to find Mr. Hanson sitting on her bed, bent over her, his hand playing between her legs.
"Mr. Hanson! What are you doin' in my room?"
"I came to see you, my lovely darling." His hand slipped into her pajamas, and he rubbed on her little pussy-mound. "Yeah, but..."
"Get up and come with me. I'll show you something. I left your mom, then slipped in the back door and came up the back stairs to your room ... and downstairs ... they're fuckin'! "
"Who's fuckin'? " Denise asked.
"Your mom and your cousin. Come with me, and we'll watch them. Want to?"
Denise slipped out of bed and followed Mr. Hanson down the hall. He led her to the banister overlooking the living room.
Denise looked down.
Her mother was dressed in a black merry widow, white nylons, red heels, and her big tits were plopped over the top of the merry widow.
She was on her knees between Billy's legs. He was naked. His cock was hard as iron, and it stood up tall and proud. Betsy had his giant fucker fisted in her hand, and she was licking the cock-tip lewdly.
"Gawwwwd!" Denise whispered.
Denise leaned forward, placed her hands on the banister and peered down at the scene below.
"Mommy's suckin' on Billy's peter!" she whispered, looking back over her shoulder at Mr. Hanson.
Indeed, Betsy was going down on Billy's stiff cock, her stretched red lips sucking, her cheeks all caved in, her mouth like that of a fish.
"I know," Mr. Hanson whispered. Betsy's beautiful face was contorted, twisted, beautiful as she sucked the young man's huge cock.
Mr. Hanson underhanded Denise's ass, felt her firm little ass-buns through the pink cotton pajamas. He leaned in closer, looking over her shoulder at Betsy and Billy.
His cock-bulge was hard against her ass.
She was confused, but excited. She gripped the banister and watched as Billy leaned back and Betsy sucked up and down on his wet cock.
"Gawd, sir! Whatcha gonna do?" Denise whispered.
"Why?"
"Mom's your girlfriend. Aren't you mad?"
His answer was to pull her jammies down and expose her beautiful schoolgirl ass.
"No," he breathed.
He took his prick out and rubbed it around on her slick ass-cheeks.
"Oooh, sir!" Denise gasped. "Don't!"
Down below, Billy was in ecstasy.
"Oh, Aunt Betsy, that feels so good like that!" he panted.
Betsy glanced up at the young man's impassioned face as she sucked his prick.
She drew away and stood up, then she straddled him, fisted his cock and sat down on it, sinking her cunt down all the way, and started fucking him.
"Ahhh, Aunt Betsy!" Billy yelped. "Oh, damn! I've always wanted to fuck you!"
"Yeah?" Betsy huffed sexily.
"Yes, always. I always wanted to fuck you, to have something like this happen."
Denise arched her ass at Mr. Hanson's prick.
"They're fuckin' now, Mr. Hanson," she whispered. "Mom's fuckin' her nephew!"
Mr. Hanson humped down behind Denise. His cock slid between her warm thighs. His hands went up under her jammie tops and cupped her tits.
Denise looked down and saw the man's long, hard prick sticking out between her legs.
"Wow!" she gasped. Betsy was undulating on top of Billy now, really riding his hard young cock. "Aunt Betsy!" Billy cried.
"Billy!" she gasped. "Fuck me!" Billy yelled. "Shhhh!" Betsy hissed. "Don't wake Denise."
Denise reached down and clutched Mr. Hanson's big, long prick.
"They're really fuckin', " she whispered
"Yes, yes! Let's fuck, too!" Mr. Hanson breathed hotly.
"Darn, no ... fuck? Fuck while we're watchin' Mom and Billy fuck?" Denise said
"Yes!"
Mr. Hanson spread his feet wide apart He worked his cock into Denise's cunt from behind.
"Ohhhh, sirrrrr!" she huffed.
He leaned over, licked his tongue into her ear and started fucking her.
Betsy bounced up and down on Billy's brick-hard prick.
"Feels good Billy, boy!" she panted.
"Fuck all the way down on it, Aun Betsy!"
"You're fuckin' me, Mr. Hanson,' Denise whispered.
"And don't I love it. I love fuckin' you, darling Denise."
His fuck-strokes were sure, long, hard, and they felt good to Denise. She bent over the banister, wiggling her fine ass back at his pumping prick.
"Gawwwwwd!" she huffed. "Look at Mom fuck!"
"Looks good, huh?" Mr. Hanson panted.
Betsy bounced wildly on Billy's cock. They were really fuckin' up a storm now. Denise let Mr. Hanson plow her pussy with his big prick while they watched. She was excited. Her heart thumped. She tingled all over.
"You dirty old guy. You do like to fuck me, don't you?"
"Yes!" Mr. Hanson puffed.
Mr. Hanson was drilling Denise deeply now. His fuck-strokes were slick, hard. She spread her legs, set her feet apart, let him pound back and forth behind her as she watched her mother fuck her cousin.
"Honey, honey!" Mr. Hanson whispered.
Denise looked back over her shoulder at him. "Fuck it, fuck me!"
Betsy cried: "Fuck fuck fuck!" as she undulated on Billy.
"Yeessss, fuck fuck fuck," little Denise chanted, rolling her hips, fucking back at Mr. Hanson. "It feels good!"
Mr. Hanson rocked behind Denise. They both watched Billy and Betsy fucking down below.
Billy lifted up, spiking his massive cock up hard into Betsy's cunt. Betsy fucked faster.
"I'm cummin', Aunt Betsy! I'm gettin' off!" Billy yelped.
"Oh, yeah! I can feel your cum pouring in me!" Betsy cried.
"They're cummin', Denise," Mr. Hanson whispered.
"Gawwwwd! I'm gonna do it, too!"
Denise shook. She gripped the banister with both hands. Mr. Hanson fucked her from behind. She felt her orgasm surging through her. Oh, how she loved it! She wanted to scream, but knew she mustn't.
When Denise had finished cumming, Mr. Hanson slithered his prick out of her dripping cunt and thrust it forward between her thighs.
She looked down at the big glistening cock jutting from between her legs.
"Jack it off for me, Denise! Hurry, pump me!"
Denise held the banister with one hand and reached down, curled her little fingers around his massive prick and jerked wildly, pumped furiously-until Mr. Hanson came.
His cock shot cum through the posts of the banister, and white comets of cum flew to the carpet down in the living room.
Denise watched the streams of cock-cream float downward, watched the creamy cum splatter on the blue carpet.
"Shit!" she huffed.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Mr. Hanson panted.
CHAPTER TEN
Denise wondered if Mr. Hanson would ever stop shooting cum. It was like she was holding a hose that was spitting full blast.
Her pink cotton jammies were down around her ankles and her sweet ass arched beautifully.
Mr. Hanson finally pulled his cum-slimed cock out from between Denise's legs.
Downstairs, Betsy slid off Billy. She slumped down to the couch beside him.
Billy knelt between her legs, pushing her knees apart. He started to slurp his own cum from her dripping pussy.
"Oh, Billy! Don't!" Betsy wailed. "That's enough, the fuck was enough ... ohhhh, oh, Billy, Billy, you're eatin' me!"
Billy kept slurping madly at his aunt's cummy cunt.
Betsy slid down on the couch, her legs wide.
Billy slid his hands under her ass and cupped the plump ass-cheeks.
Betsy lay above him, watching her young nephew suck her cunt. Her big tits plopped up lewdly over her merry widow, looking juicy and delicious.
While Denise watched the exciting scene below, Mr. Hanson knelt behind her and drilled his tongue into her ass-hole.
"Ahhhhh, shit!" she huffed. "My shitter!"
She loved his tongue swirling on her ass-hole, and she had to masturbate. She stuck her hand down between her legs and twiddled her clit and made herself feel good.
Below, Billy got into a position on his knees, inserted his cock into Betsy's pussy, then started sawing in and out, fucking her jizz-slimed pussy again.
Mr. Hanson cupped Denise's ass, spread the little ass-cheeks and tongue-fucked her ass-hole.
Denise was delighted.
She came twice, fingering her pussy wildly.
Billy pumped his big prick into Betsy. She lifted off the couch and rolled her hips at his fuck-strokes.
"I love fuckin' you, Aunt Betsy," he said.
"You fuck me good, too, Billy," Betsy answered.
Mr. Hanson stood up.
Denise was weak. She held onto the banister for balance.
"Let's fuck, honey," he whispered.
"How?"
"On the floor here, where we can still watch them fuck."
"Get on the floor."
"Yes, get on your hands and knees, Denise. Then you can look right through the railing there and watch your mommy fuck."
Denise slumped to her hands and knees. Mr. Hanson pulled her pajamas off. He dropped his trousers to his ankles and knelt behind her.
His cock was hard again. He slipped his long cock between her thighs. Denise caught the cock-head and stuffed it up into her wet little cunt.
"Ahhh!" Mr. Hanson sighed.
"Yeah, we're fuckin'! Everybody's fuckin'! My mom's really fuckin' with Billy!"
"I know," Mr. Hanson said as he rocked behind her.
He looked over her shoulder at the scene below, fucking his prick in and out of Denise's pussy.
"You've got such a nice, tight little pussy, Denise," Mr. Hanson whispered.
She wiggled her ass at him and watched Billy fucking the shit out of her mother.
"I'm gonna marry your mom," Mr. Hanson remarked.
"Huh? What? Marry Mom? Jeez, really."
"Yes."
"You love her then."
"No, I love you, Denise."
"Me?"
"Yes, you honey-doll."
"Huh? Marry Mom, but you love me?" she whispered, rolling her hips at his cock-strokes.
"Yes, I'm gonna marry her so you and I can be closer together, so we can fuck and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" he panted.
"Gawwwwwd, then you'd be my daddy!" Denise huffed.
"Yes, your horny, big-dick daddy!" They came together. Mr. Hanson fucked her hard and fast. Denise clutched the carpet with her hands.
She tingled all over with the erotic sensations she had come to love.
"Daddy, Daddy!" she whispered hotly.
"Honey, honey!" Mr. Hanson whispered.
Down on the sofa, Betsy was banging up and hard at Billy's wonderful cock.
"Billy, you bastard!" she shouted. "I'm gonna cum again!"
"Me too, Aunt Betsy!"
"Come on, let's cum, honey! Let's cum baby! Come on, Billy, let's cum!"
"Here I go!" Billy rasped.
"Ah, fuck! Shit!" Betsy cried. "You're squirtin' your cum in me, Billy!"
Denise watched her mother shiver with ecstasy as she herself shook with pleasure.
The young sailor finally stopped fucking. He pulled his prick out.
Betsy took a long deep breath.
"You better go to bed now," she said.
"Can't we fuck some more, Aunt Betsy?"
"No, that's enough for now, Billy. Maybe in the morning, when Denise is gone-one last fuck before you go back to the base."
"We better stop fuckin' too, Mr. Hanson," Denise whispered.
"I know," he said, and he pulled his prick v out of her pussy.
They got up, and Mr. Hanson walked with Denise back to her bedroom.
He put her to bed, kissed her, then his hand slid between her legs.
"I love you, Denise," he whispered.
"Do you really, Daddy?"
"Yes, so much I can't stand it."
"But ... I'm so young, sir!"
"Age has nothing to do with love, Denise, nothing at all."
"Doesn't it, sir?"
Mr. Hanson's finger slid into her wet pussy, and he began finger-fucking Denise, little slurping slick strokes that made Denise shudder with delight.
"You better go, Daddy, before you get caught in my room," Denise said.
"I know, but I don't wanna. I love you so damn much. Do you love me, Denise?"
"I guess, if you're gonna be my daddy and stuff, I guess I do, Mr. Hanson."
"Call me ... call me Daddy. I prefer that. Tell Daddy you love him."
"I love you, Daddy," Denise whispered.
"I better sneak out the back way," he said, pleased.
Denise reached out and petted his crotch, got one more feel of his he-man prick.
"Bye, Daddy."
"Bye, darling."
Then he was gone.
Denise lay there thinking how much fun she would have if Mr. Hanson married her mother. And she thought about school, about her teachers, the janitor. It was too much. She got hot about it.
She was going to love fucking through her teen years, and she couldn't get enough cock now.
She heard her mother take a shower and go to bed, then her door opened softly. Billy crept in. He came to her bed. "Denise?" he whispered. "Yes?"
"You awake?"
"Yes."
Billy sat down on the bed beside her. He was naked. His cock was rock hard.
"I want to finger-fuck you and have you jack me off, okay?"
"I guess," Denise said.
Billy was ready. His cock throbbed.
"But what about Mom?" Denise asked.
"She fell asleep right away after she showered. I just checked on her."
"You fucked her, too."
Billy smiled devilishly.
Denise turned on the little bed lamp.
"You masturbate yourself, Billy. I wanna watch how you do it, and I'll do it to myself, too."
Billy grabbed his cock and pumped.
Denise flung the blankets down, pulled her pink jammies to her knees and fingered into her cunt.
"Ooooh, Billy, that looks good! Go real fast and hard. Oh, yeah, like that, Billy. Jeeeeeeez! Wow! Jerk it, Billy!"
Billy jacked off hard and fast.
Denise finger-fucked furiously.
The sight of Billy jacking off excited Denise so much she came. She shuddered through her climax and kept fucking her finger.
Billy pounded his prick, and then suddenly a big stream of cum shot out of his piss-slit.
"Marry me, Denise!" Billy whispered, all hunched over as he shot his cum-load.
"Huh?"
"Marry me, Denise! Will you marry me?"
"Gawwwd, Billy! I'm too young!"
"The age of consent in this state is twelve. I checked it out. Not many people know about it. Let's take advantage of the law before they change it."
"Jeeez, what would Daddy say?" Denise gasped.
"Daddy?" Billy questioned, his hand still slurping on his big cummy prick, very slowly now, but still stroking as he looked at Denise.
She was still fingering her creamy cunt.
"But I'm your cousin," Denise panted, finger-fucking faster.
"Lots of cousins marry."
"I'm gonna cum, Billy!"
"Right now?"
"Yeah, cummin' again!"
Denise's body stiffened, and Billy leaned down, moved her hand away and sucked her orgasming pussy.
"Ooooohhhhh! Shit! Fuck!"
Denise shuddered uncontrollably, her eyes on Billy's huge cock.
"Will you, will you? Will you go with me, leave with me, marry me?" Billy asked, kissing her cunt.
"I don't know. I ... gawwwd! Get married to my cousin and stuff?"
"Yes!"
"No, I better not, Billy ... but I might think about it if you jack off for me the rest of the night. Just sit there and play with that big gorgeous prick all night and let me watch you."
"Oh, yes, yes! I'll beat off over you forever!"
"If I married you, Billy, would you jack off for me every day? Let me watch you cum and stuff?"
"Sure, baby!"
He pounded his monstrous prick wildly.
Denise watched. She loved to see a guy beat off. She loved it so much! She trembled all over.
"Do it, Billy! That's it, do it, jack off to me!"
"Denise!" he panted, pounding his prick.
Then he came again.
He didn't have much cum left after his hot, nasty night of sex, but some thick creamy cum spilled out over the head of his prick.
Billy's offer tempted little Denise, but she would have to leave Mr. Hanson, her teacher, the janitor, even Pam and her daddy.
Billy was exhausted. He sat shaking on the bed beside the teenaged darling.
Denise bent over and took his cum-coated cock into her mouth and sucked.
"Oh, you little whore!" Billy rasped.
Denise looked so good gulping on his prick. Billy watched with wide eyes.
When she got his cock big and hard again, she said: "Now jack off for me again!"
Billy grabbed his big prick and started thwacking on the cock-shaft.
Denise decided she would watch Billy jack off all night-get her thrills looking at that big beautiful cock for hours-before she claimed it for her pussy forever. Billy was quite a prize, after all. She would marry him.
But, of course, that wouldn't stop her from enjoying an occasional fuck with her handsome new step-father in the future.