Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important to most people, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
THAT WIFE NEXT DOOR-a frank story of one young woman's approach to sexual honesty. A story with a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Don't try to hide," Mitchie said. "I can see you. Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's nasty to go around peeking at naked ladies?"
From behind the hedge, the top of a head slowly came into sight, followed by a freckled forehead and a pair of eyes. The hair was a sandy color, not quite brown, not quite blond.
"Well?" Mitchie went on.
The rest of the face came into view. He's cute, she thought, tilting her head to one side. Mitchie stood up a little straighter, making her tits stick out. They needed all the help they could get. But they were cute, though. Especially with the little pink nipples sticking up, like they were now.
"You must be the new neighbor," she said. "Is that any way to get settled into the neighborhood, sneaking around and peeping while I'm trying to work on my tan?"
"I'm really sorry," he said, his voice cracking a little. "I saw you from the window, and I just wanted . . . "
". . . to get a closer look, huh? Well, what do you think? You've had plenty of time to inspect me." She walked toward the hedge. "Tell me, how do you feel about tits? Do you like the really big ones, or do you think that a cute little pair of titties like mine are the best, hmmmm?"
"I, uh, well, "
Mitchie cupped her little 32 B's, lifting them a trifle higher. "Be honest. You won't hurt my feelings." Jesus, his eyes were as big as saucers! He didn't know what to think or say. Boys were so easy to fluster, and this was a boy for sure. "Hi," she said, offering him her hand across the hedge. "I'm Michelle Weaver, but everyone calls me Mitchie. If my dad catches us like this, he'll probably make you marry me, so you better tell me your name."
"Uh, I'm Brian, Brian Howard." His handshake was a bit limp, but that was probably from nervousness. Mitchie smiled. Three to two he hadn't seen very many real live naked girls, let alone tried to carry on a conversation with one.
Well, she wasn't entirely naked. She was wearing her string bikini bottom, but about all it did was cover her crack. She hadn't gotten waxed for summer yet, so half her cunt bush was sticking out on either side of the crotch piece. No question that she was a natural blonde, was there?
"Why don't you come down by the pool and have a Coke or something?" she said, releasing his hand. "It's nice to have someone living next door finally. We might as well get acquainted."
"Uh, what about, "
"My dad? Oh, I was just kidding. He won't be home from work for another couple of hours. And he's not as strict as I might have implied."
"I better not. My mom and sis went out to buy groceries and stuff, and they'll be coming back soon, and . . . "
". . . and you can see the road from here," Mitchie pointed out. "You'll know when they get back. Besides, you haven't told me what you think of my tits. I'd like to have a guy's opinion, you know?"
"They look great," he said, gulping. "But . . . "
"Oh, fuck but," Mitchie replied, strutting through the gap in the hedge and coming face, and she was grinning. Evidently he had enjoyed the sight. He was sporting a hard-on in his jeans, and it looked like it might be a champion, considering that he was just a kid.
"I appreciate the compliment." She winked. "But I don't shock easily, as you can tell. So come on down to the pool and we'll get acquainted."
She could feel his eyes on her all the way to the pool, and she gave her ass a few more wiggles than were really called for. The rear strap of her bikini bottom rode in her ass crack, leaving the lightly tanned ass cheeks completely bare. She was hairy for a blonde, and she knew that he could see puffy curls from behind, too.
She gave Brian the umbrella chair and stretched herself on the towel in the sun where she'd been lying when she first saw him sneaking around on the far side of the hedge. He sipped his Coke in silence, his eyes fixed on Mitchie's almost nude body. She liked the attention and didn't care too much that she was doing most of the talking.
He was a little younger than she'd thought, and he was surprised to find that she was just eighteen. His parents were divorced, he and his sister lived with their mom, and they had just moved here from downstate Illinois.
Mitchie looked at his cock again. She was a natural cock watcher. She loved to look at guys' balls in tight pants, to see the fabric clinging to long, promising cocks. Brian's boner had subsided for a little while, after she'd marched him to the pool, but it was up again now that he was getting a close up eyeful of her, and she enjoyed the compliment. Not to mention the sight. Brian's cock grew more and more intriguing, the longer she eyed it. Abruptly, she sat up.
"You're kinda pale," she said, touching his arm with long slinky fingers. They danced lightly along his flesh. "Why don't you work on your tan with me? Now that we have neighbors again, I don't think I'll get to do much more skinny sunning. You might as well peel down and join me in the last hurrah, hmmmm?"
Oh, he couldn't, his mom would be back any time. As she pulled off his
T-shirt, Mitchie explained again that he could see her car on the road from up here, but you couldn't really see the pool from the road, so it was okay. Shirtless, he stepped into the sun. Mitchie reached for his belt.
"Uh, look, maybe I shouldn't," he said. "Ashamed of this thing, tiger?" She laughed, grabbing a fistful of his prick. That seemed to break the ice, for sure! He got saucer eyed again and stared at her while her fingers traced the shape and size of his hard-on and her eyes gazed frankly, invitingly at him. "Nothing to be ashamed of, in my book," Mitchie added, letting go. "I mean, tits are nicest when they're cute little ones, like mine, but when you get to cocks, the bigger and harder, the better. And, mmm, yours feels so big and hard! C'mon. I've let you see almost all of me. Let me see some of you."
She untied the string around her waist and pulled the bikini bottom away. He gasped at the sight of her fluffy blonde gold cunt bush. Lazily, she sat down on her towel, legs parting naturally as she planted her ass. She knew that the lips of her pink cunt gash were showing amid the hairs, and she could see that his eyes were fixed directly on them. Was she wet already? She knew she was hot, and it was more than the sunshine.
He came closer, stumbling a little. Mitchie reached up and unsnapped his pants, pulled down the zipper. She skinned the jeans down his legs, left him wearing only his shorts which were pushed out dramatically from the stiff cock they contained. "I think you may be a really good neighbor," she said, tugging on his underpants. They came down, and his prick swung out. "Oooohh, did I do that?" she asked innocently.
Naked, trembling a little, he sat down beside Mitchie, still staring at her face. He's frightened, she thought. God, I must be his first older woman! He acted as if he didn't know what to do.
"You might try kissing me," she invited, leaning back. He was on her in a second, mauling her lips with his own. She pushed him back, showed him the right way. Her tongue licked his lips, moistened them with her saliva, then brushed against them two or three times. On the last brush she maintained the contact, her lips parted, and she felt his opening too. His tongue touched hers and she felt him shudder against her.
"Better," she purred into his mouth. Her hand dropped to his lap, found the stiff prong of his cock. She fisted her hand around it, began to slide up and down the long stiff cock shaft. His tongue thrust into her mouth. Turning you on, huh? she thought smugly. "You might also suck my perfect titties," she added, leaning away from his mouth and lifting her tits toward him.
"Mmmmm, yeah, that's it, oooohh, suck my nipples, baby, but don't bite them. They're tender. They love to be loved. Yes, that's it. I'll just play with your cock now, and in a little while, I might let you fuck me with it, so I'll have the best of both worlds. Mmmmmrnm, do you like to hear me say fuck? Your cock seems to throb every time I say it. Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck! Getting excited, tiger! But I don't want you to come in my hand, oh, no-no-no, not in my hand . . . "
His tongue was like a mini volt of electricity on her nipples, flipping back and forth across the stiff pink points, then sucking them into his mouth for some heavy slurping. Frothy spit bubbled on her nipples. Her hand stroked harder on his prick; she really did love to play with it. Mitchie closed her eyes, enjoyed his mouth on her tits, and really enjoyed her fist around his cock.
But she thought of something else she'd enjoy a lot more, and she wriggled her tit free of his mouth, pushing Brian's face back. "I like to suck, too." She smirked, swooping down on his stiff cock with tongue at the ready. The first lapping taste was as magical as ever. Her tongue sloshed around the swollen cock knob, licking, butterflying, and sliding up and down his cock. Up close he looked really big, six or seven inches, easily, and not as thick as a fencepost but thick enough to fill her mouth. She nipped and nibbled all the way up and down, from his crown to his nuts; she even sucked on his balls with what she had been told was real vacuum cleaner mouth work.
Slowly her lips crept back up his cock rod. She looked up at his face, saw to her delight that he was breathing hard, his eyes already getting glassy. Had anyone ever blown him before? She figured not. He was so young. God, she thought, to him, I'm an older woman! Fucking dynamite! She lowered her lips over the tip of Brian's prick and began to suck him, slowly, sliding off and on his tingling flesh, staring at his face all the while to make damn sure that she was tantalizing him out of his fucking mind.
She moved over his cock head, again and again, slickly, hotly, tongue swishing on his heated flesh, lips making little smacks and slurps. His hands sought her tits, her thighs. Without taking her lips off his prick, she slid around, closer, so he could touch her cunt. For the first time his fingers slid into the fluffy blonde locks of her cunt hair.
"It feels so soft," he said wonderingly, caressing the tingly flesh. His fingers traced her cunt slit, opened it, and she saw him staring in amazed delight at the moist pink flesh that was revealed. As if he'd never seen one before.
Her mouth slid lower on his cock shaft. She could, she knew, suck him all the way into her throat, but no sense giving away all her tricks the first time out. From the way his prick was throbbing against her tongue, she was about to get a load of hot cum gushing into her mouth, and she found her taste buds tingling with anticipation. Mitchie sucked harder, squeezing the base of his cock, letting her fingers slide across his jiggling balls. Do it in my mouth, she urged him silently.
Come! She completed the sentence mentally, and come he did, his prick swelling suddenly and then exploding. Oooohhh, shit, he shot a hot thick batch of seed! Mitchie jerked up and down on his erupting cock, milking his cum into her mouth while her tongue plied round and round the big red cock knob. Her tongue was coated with cum, and her mouth seemed full of it. And he just kept on squirting! Six, seven big jolts of the stuff! She drank at his seemingly endless fountain, stroking him until he'd finished and his dry cock shuddered in her hand. Mitchie lifted her head, cum juices white and bubbly on her lips.
"How was that?" she asked.
"You ate my stuff," he said in astonishment. "You let me come in your mouth."
"Second best place to do it, tiger! You've got your fingers on the all time winner, mmmm, yeah, fucking me with those eager fingers, aren't you, stud? Push a little deeper, huh? You haven't hit the good part yet! I also like to have people, mmm, that feels nice; stir my pudding, will you?, shoot on my tits, my perfect little pink nippled tits. And sometimes I stick out my tongue and just slurp it up like a kitten drinking milk. Maybe I'll do that for you sometime, mmmmm? Are we going to be good neighbors, Brian?"
"Oh, I hope so," he said, groaning as her hand kept working on his cock, massaging him, keeping him erect despite the load he had just shot into her mouth. She squeezed, found him rigid and still excited. And he was so damn cute!
"Look at it," he said, as if she wasn't.
"It's still hard, even after I, I did it, in your mouth."
"Something you gotta learn." She winked. "A cock wants to be around Mitchie, it has to stay hard. Mmmmmm, I like you! What would you say if I just jumped aboard and fucked your little buns off, eh, Brian?"
And before he had time to answer, she gave his chest a push that literally knocked him flat on his back. As he dropped, she threw her leg astraddle, squatting for a moment with her cunt just above the tip of his upstanding cock. She rubbed his cock against her cunt lips, which were definitely wet my now. The clubby cock knob poked the labs open, and she swallowed an inch of prick. It felt good, but it always felt good. Mitchie slid up and down in very short, careful strokes, wetting the end of him with her smoothly flowing cunt juices.
"Grease it up," she said. "I want you to fuck me deep and hard, okay?" And as she sank down upon his stiff cock, swallowing it to the root in her seemingly bottomless cunt, she put her hands on his chest, rubbed his nipples, and said, "You look scared or something. Didn't you ever fuck a girl before?"
"I don't think so," Brian said in wonderment as her pumping cunt began to ride up and down on his throbbing cock. "Not if this is fucking. I mean, oh, talk about feeling gooooodd!, I tried to put my cock in a girl back home, a couple of times, but we didn't fit or something, and I kinda came all over her cunt bush and her leg, and she got mad, and . . . "
"Say no more. We fit just fine, and there's no way you're gonna come anywhere except where you're supposed to, so just throw me some of that stiff cock and we'll do some serious fucking!"
She had her tongue in his mouth, licking him inside out, and her cute little ass bounced wildly to meet the upward thrust of his cock. His cock was thick enough to make Mitchie's tight cunt lips stretch a little, and she loved the friction.
His pubic hair was wiry and crinkly, not like her own soft fluff, and when their groins came together there was a scratchy feelings as the tips of his hairs slid through her own to tickle the skin beneath. His hair rubbed on her clit, too, and she swayed from side to side, riding and grinding him, to make the sensation more intense.
"You get on top," she said, breathing into his mouth while he shivered beneath her, "but don't take your cock out of me!"
For all his inexperience, he managed it, not smoothly, but effectively, and in another moment, Mitchie was on the towel, on her ass, holding his ribs as he pounded his cock into her from above. Yeah, she liked it this way, too! Her feet, in their high heeled slides, curled around the backs of his calves, and she stroked him with her heels, her hands occasionally sliding over to his ass to squeeze and pinch and urge.
"Yeah, fuck me," she said hoarsely, squirming and rolling under him. He was really slamming his cock, now. A fucking natural, she thought, as he drove his cock up her responsive cunt again and again. He shoved deeply, rubbed his belly against Mitchie's when he was fully imbedded, so she could feel the head of his cock squirming at the mouth of her womb. She had him by the ass, petting his little buns, tickling him behind the nuts. But he seemed to be eating up the attention. His blue eyes were getting glazy again, and she knew what that meant. Mitchie began to work more vigorously under Brian. This fuck was her idea and she was damned sure gonna get some good out of it!
"Your cunt is so wet and tight," he gasped, pronging her hard. "It feels like it's sucking my cock."
"They call this a snapper." She grinned up at him, rolling her ass. Her muscles clutched at the shaft of his cock, caressing every inch of it, then relaxing so he could pull back for another stab. "Stick with me, kid; by the time I'm finished with you, those girls will be waiting in line for a ride on this joystick of yours. Ooohh, you got such a big one for such a young kid! Now put your cock back in and fuck me hard, baby, the way I like it!"
He mustn't spend much time around girls who liked to talk dirty, Mitchie decided. Every time she said something nasty, he seemed to go wild in her cunt, ramming and poking and shoving it all the way up her cunt hole. The stretch of cunt lips as he reamed her was sheer heaven for her throbbing little clit. She pulled one hand off his ass, stuck it on her cunt, fingers making a loose target for his prick to thrust between as it continued to plumb her cunt.
She loved the feel of a cock moving in and out of her wet, stretched cunt lips. She coated the fingers in the moisture leaking from her cunt hole, then smeared the dew onto her exposed clit, moaning from the excitement of the touch.
"Oh, fucking shit," she gasped, "I think we're almost there, baby! Ride me like a stud horse! Yessss!! ! " The words hissed from her lips. Her ass was squirming wildly now, and it was almost as if her cunt were striving to escape the plunging thrust of his prick. Not so! She was eating him with her cunt, and she couldn't he still when it felt so fucking great!
"Now," she gasped suddenly, squeezing her clit until tears welled in her eyes. "Now, damn it, fuck me! Nowwww!"
And she squealed, head jerking from side to side, little perfect tits heaving madly, their pink nipples quivering as the fires of a dynamite orgasm burst through her cunt.
He fucked with her climax, prodding, poking, filling her convulsing cunt with his cock, and the ripples of excitement rolling down her cunt tube sucked and jerked at his cock. His eyes rolled, and he plunged one more time, his belly hard against Mitchie's, and she could feel him twitching in her cunt as he emptied his balls for the second time. She knew he couldn't have much cum to give her, but his cock wiggled as if he were unloading a gallon of sticky seed, and she wrapped her arms around him as they fucked to their completion.
"Well," she sighed finally as they came apart and his shrunken cock slid out of her cunt hole, "welcome to the neighborhood, tiger!"
She sat up, stretching. His eyes were on her, and she knew that with just a little effort she could get his cock up again.
"That's the nice part of living in the country," she said, rubbing her tits. "I mean, could you fuck in your own back yard in town? Of course not. But here we are, the last house and the next to last house on County Road 709, so who's to bother us? Mmmmm, you smell like a whorehouse towel! You better wash off a little before your mom gets home, or she may get the idea you've been over here fucking little good neighbor Mitchie!"
And with that she gave him a shove. He wasn't at all prepared, and he was lying almost at the edge of the pool anyway. It only took a little shove. The splash as he hit the water drenched Mitchie. She kicked off her shoes and jumped in too.
They were kissing and fondling, under the pretense of drying each other off, at the lower edge of the pool when Mitchie looked over her shoulder. "Uh oh, tiger, here comes your mom! Better get your clothes on so you can help carry groceries."
He was scurrying around, pulling on his pants.
"Wait for me, stud," Mitchie called, slipping into her bikini top. "What for?"
"Well, for Chrissakes! I'm coming with you, aren't I? Or is my mouth good enough for you to come in, but not good enough to say hi to your mom and sister with? Jesus, don't you know anything about being a neighbor?"
She considered, but rejected, her string bikini bottom. A mostly bare ass might not be the proper image for first meeting. She had a pair of running shorts somewhere; they were modest enough. And she wondered if Brian's sister were as much fun as her brother. Maybe she'd really lucked out with the new neighbors.
CHAPTER TWO
"So what the fuck ever happened to privacy?" Mitchie asked crossly from the bathtub where she was soaking, up to her neck in soapy bubbles.
"So when the fuck did you start caring?"
Mitchie shrugged. That was a good point. She heard him unzip, heard him pissing into the John. Under the coating of soapsuds she was rubbing her tits, playing with the sensitive pink nipples. It made her feel good, and she shifted in the water, creating a little mini wave that jiggled the bubbles around her. One hand crept down her front, into the wet mat of blonde cunt fur. Her cunt lips opened automatically and her finger traced their wrinkly lines, stroking softly.
"I met the new neighbors," Mitchie added, her voice husky as she fondled herself. "They seem an interesting sort. Heather Howard, she's divorced, about forty I'd guess but looks younger. You'd like her. Skinny brunette, long legs, and big tits. Just your type, hmmmm? Two kids. Brooke is my age, cute but kinda shy. She's supposed to come over tomorrow and look into the prospect of swapping clothes. We're exactly the same size, everywhere. Brian is the boy. He's a doll. Do you know he sneaked over here today to spy on me while I was tanning? And he looked so cute and shy when I caught him. Jesus, he had a hard-on this big, just from watching me tan my tits!"
"So what did you do?" He shook his prick dry, turning toward her, the long soft sausage hanging out of his zipper.
"What could I do? I fucked his brains out, of course! And I may do the same thing to his big sister. So how was your day, Pops?"
"Don't call me Pops," said Ted Weaver, walking to the edge of the tub, his prick still dangling from his fly.
"Sorry, Father dearest." Mitchie giggled. She looked at him through half shut eyes. "I'm so tired from the workout with Brian. If you want me to play with your cock, you're going to have to come a little closer. Mmmmmm, that's better! Did Dukey miss me today?" She took her father's cock in one soapy hand, fondling it gently.
Ted pulled off his alligator shirt, threw it to the floor. While Mitchie stroked his cock, he undid his pants and let them drop. She released him while he removed his shorts. God, he had a great body! Forty three didn't seem old at all, when it was so hard and firm and muscular, and big in all the right places! She had the greatest daddy in the world, and she was sure he had the greatest daughter, too. Mitchie rose out of the soapy water, baring her suds covered tits. Leaning on the edge of the tub, she took her dad's cock in both hands and pulled him even closer.
She raised the tip of his soft cock rod to her lips, began to lick at the tasty flesh. It stiffened perceptibly at the touch of her tongue, but didn't it always? He'd taught her the art of giving blowjobs, and he was getting the full reward of his teaching. Her tongue worshiped his rising cock flesh, urging it to full erection. As he stiffened, she worked her lips over and over the head of his prick, sucking firmly, just the way he'd taught her.
"Oh, that feels great," Ted said, holding his daughter's head, feeding a little more of his cock into her mouth.
His cock was almost fully erect now, and when his cock was erect, he was enormous. Mitchie could hardly get all of his cock into her mouth when he was at full mast; his cock stretched her lips till she couldn't help wondering if they might rip and tear. And the feel of that big hard cock rioting in her cunt was nothing short of fantastic!
She sucked harder, nipping with her teeth on the ridge of his cock knob, feeling the spongy flesh give and quiver under her attack. Mitchie giggled around his thrust in cock, then pulled her face back and looked up at him with a smug, kittenish grin. "Ooooohhh, what a big hard-on, Daddy!"
"All the better to feed you with, my dear," he snickered in reply, stepping into the tub with his daughter. She scooted back, making room for him. The water came not quite to the knees on his six two frame. Mitchie lifted up higher, out of the water, and returned his cock to her mouth.
She sucked him hard now, her mouth gliding down over his stiff jutting prick. She could taste soap from her bubbly hands on his cock but she didn't really care. The hot meaty flavor of her daddy's cock overpowered the soap, made her taste buds quiver in delight. She lapped and licked and sucked, removing his cock from her mouth so she could nip up and down the shaft, even coming in to suckle his nuts because she knew it made him feel as fuck happy as it did her.
Most of her friends at school hated their parents. Mitchie couldn't understand that at all. Partly, of course, it was natural fatherly jealousy and fear that darling daughter was out sucking off the football team. She didn't have that problem. She'd blown the starting lineup of the basketball squad last spring, during the state tournaments and of course she'd told her daddy all about it when she got home, and if anything, it had only made his cock that much harder and more eager to pump into her mouth and cunt. And if he got a particularly good piece of ass, she was avid to hear every detail. Sometimes she even picked up a new trick that improved her own performance. And it was such a delight to share experiences! No generation gap at all in the Weaver house.
Still, she probably was wilder than the average high school girl. Maybe if her mother hadn't run off with a traveling salesman when Mitchie was six, it might have been a more conventional lifestyle, but she wouldn't have traded it now for anything, with Ted's stiff cock thrusting in and out of her dripping mouth. Her saliva flowed as she sucked and slavered at the prick. He kept shoving deeper and deeper, the way Mitchie liked it.
But her lips were stretched to the breaking point, and she couldn't take him any further without choking. She'd never been able to deep throat her daddy's cock, the one she loved most of all, though it was no trick with smaller cocks, no trick at all. Practice, she told herself. As she sucked, she kept one hand busy in her crotch, stimulating her clit and rubbing the tingly lips of her cunt, and there was an aching emptiness down there, an emptiness that could be filled to perfection by the hot cock throbbing on her swishing tongue.
Mitchie drew her head back, releasing his spit coated cock. She kissed the slit at his very tip, nuzzling her lips against it, spreading it, orally caressing the opening, even sliding her tongue through the gap until his cock twitched and she felt a dread that he might be ready to shoot, right now, too fucking soon.
"Cool off, Daddy," she said, rubbing his prick on her cheek. "I've got an opening for a big hard cock and I really need it filled."
She stood up, rising onto tiptoes so she could kiss him. He filled his hands with the smooth cheeks of her ass, pulled her against him, their legs twining around, the water splashing softly below them. She cupped his ass too, grinding her body against his. He had muscles everywhere!
With a final suck of his tongue, Mitchie dropped to her knees, then turned around, her cute little ass sticking up in the air, nicely tanned already, with just that little white strip running down her ass crack. On the other side she had a triangle of white, covering only her cunt bush itself. She liked the contrast, the tiny patches of white showing off the natural creamy look of her skin. And right now the strip of white was a perfect signpost, guiding her daddy's cock to the open, pouting lips of her cunt.
He knelt behind Mitchie, leaning over to kiss her soapy ass. He spread the cheeks, and his tongue lapped at the revealed pinkness of her cunt. His tongue slurped up and down her cunt lips, pushing them open, covering them with saliva as his licking grew more unrestrained. His head lifted, tongue circling her anal opening. She really liked that! Especially when his tongue pushed at her asshole, squirming into the tight puckered ring as if it meant to fuck its way up her. As his tongue slid downward, once more onto her cunt, the tip of his pinky took over the asshole stimulation. Suddenly he was in her, to the knuckle, and she was gasping and moaning as his tongue flicked like a sassy bullwhip on the pink point of Mitchie's clit.
"Yeah, Daddy, eat me, fuck me with that sexy finger, "
He reamed her with his finger. She wiggled and bucked and snorted, but she could take it. Christ, he'd had his cock up her shithole, a few times, that big cock stuffing her so goddamn full! His pinky was no problem, and she was so tight that it felt as if he had his big cock in her, and she responded appropriately. And his mouth, nibbling her clit! Oh, fuck, there oughta be a law against eating cunt as good as her daddy ate cunt! It could spoil a girl for life!
He was pushing his finger up her asshole, alternating it with tongue-swipes across her tingling cunt. Mitchie bucked up and down. Her chin kept hitting the soapy surface of bubbles on the water; she kept getting soap on her lips.
"Oh, Daddy, fuck me," she moaned insistently, wiggling her ass at his face. "Stick your big cock in me and fuck me, right now!"
"You want this?" he teased, rubbing her cunt with the end of his cock.
"Mmmmmm hmmmm!! " Mitchie purred. "Want all of it, all ten inches!"
"Like this?" The cock knob played a little more with her cunt gates, its clubby point " spreading the lips, nosing between them, into the slick wetness of Mitchie's cunt.
"Ooohh, yesss!! Just like that! I need my daddy's big hard cock!"
"Then you can have it," Ted replied, and he thrust into his daughter's wet, aching cunt.
He had no mercy on her with that first stroke. She was dripping with juices, and her muscles were already alive, just waiting to get that big meaty cock into their clutches. As he shoved, Mitchie's cunt sucked at his cock, pulled him bodily into her depths, and his belly slammed hard against her wiggling ass. He thrust again, making his cock dance inside her, and Mitchie could see stars. He was so big, so hard, he filled her tight teenaged cunt so fucking beautifully!
"Yeah, Pops," she gasped, knowing it infuriated him to hear that name and knowing that he'd take it out on her hot little cunt. "Oooohhh, yeah, now you're in it, now, fuck me like a dog! Fuck me like the kinky little bitch I am!"
His cock banged into Mitchie's cunt, fucking just the way his daughter liked it, just the way he liked to do it. No matter how many times she fucked him, it was always just like doing it for the very first time, that day so long ago he'd mounted her on his eager cock and popped her hot juicy cherry. He'd always be her favorite fuck of all!
"I want to fuck from the front now," Mitchie whined, still reeling as her dad's hard cock kept slamming up her wet cunt. "I want to rub my pretty tits all over you while we screw, Daddy! I want to kiss you and hug you and all that good shit! Pleeeeease?"
His cock slid out of her. The water moved as he sat down in the tub, the end of his prick showing big and red amid the soap bubbles. Mitchie hustled her ass around and threw herself onto Ted's lap, settling down upon him. Her unerring cunt swallowed his cock automatically, without even the need for hands to align cock and cunt gash. She aimed her cunt down, met the lunge of his cock, and it was inside her; simple as that!
"Ooooohh, that's better! I like to fuck in your lap, Daddy-O! Bounce me up and down, mmmm? Just like rocking in the cradle, mmmm? Do you like being in my hot cunt?"
"Love being in your hot little cunt," her dad replied, planting wet hungry kisses all over Mitchie's face. Her chest rubbed his, and the hairs on him tickled her supersensitive pink nipples. She squealed and giggled in glee, and she felt like a little kid again, but there was a big difference. Little kids never had fun like this!
She was full of his cock. She could feel it in her belly, she was sure. His cock was so long and so hard, and just holding him in her cunt was incredible. When they started to bounce, sloshing the water all around them, it was even better. As they fucked, she writhed from side to side, her legs wrapped around her father, and his cock hit bottom on every stroke.
"So tell me about the neighbors," Ted went on, once they'd hit the perfect rhythm.
"You mean Mrs. Howard?" Mitchie teased. "I could see you were getting interested when I mentioned her. Yeah, you'd like her. She has these big blue eyes, and even bigger tits, I bet they're pink, with brown nipples this long! I can see you sucking on 'em right now. Even better, how about letting me see you suck on these right now, Pops? Just put one of these little pink jewels in your mouth and love it with your tongue, mmmmm? Yeah! Ooohhh, I see you haven't forgotten all I taught you about sucking titties!"
"I was sucking tits before you were sucking your mother's," Ted murmured, amid laps at Mitchie's stiff pink nipples.
"She looks like she'd be an interesting fuck," Mitchie went on. "A little skinny, but if you didn't like skinny, you wouldn't get much cunt, would you, you dirty old dog? Am I too skinny? Would you like me better with big tits and a big round ass? Or am I just fine the way I am? Oh, I'm glad you said that! I'd have had to cut you off, otherwise!
"Anyway, Pops, " wow! three or four supe-hard thrusts up her cunt; happened every time she called him Pops ", you might get your chance. She jogs every morning, six a.m. All you have to do it put on your Adidas and your running shorts, no, better make it your sweat pants! That cock of yours hangs out the leg of the shorts, and it might scare her off if it's the first thing she sees, and waylay her. Hmmmmm?"
"Hmmmmm your bouncy little ass," Ted grunted, fucking hard up into his daughter's sucking cunt. She appreciated it, leaning way back and grinding her cunt against his groin. Her cunt seemed to melt around his cock, but it was a hot sucking kind of melting, and it squeezed mercilessly at his cock, massaging the flesh, cunt coaxing him to yield up his hot load.
"Brooke, the daughter, is a doll, too," Mitchie sighed. "Did I tell you she's coming over tomorrow afternoon? We're gonna try on clothes, maybe even try on tongues, if she's game. I don't know, she just has that look. Not slutty, like me, but with a little training, who knows? Might make something of the girl yet. And I can have her brother any time I wiggle my tits. It blew his mind when I blew his cock and ate up all his cum. He won't admit it, but he was cherry. Until I got hold of him, that is. Ooohh, God, fuck me! I feel so goddamn sexy when you fuck me!"
"Wanna bet I still can't fuck you legless?" Ted said, ramming her again. As always, it turned him on a hell of a lot to hear Mitchie talking about her needs, her deeds. She had such a sweet, almost angelic face, she had decided; it was the contrast between the smooth skinned, green eyed good looks and her raunchy vocabulary that really got guys hard. And there was nothing that she liked more than getting a guy hard!
His mouth dropped to her itching tits again. He sucked them hard, as hard as he was fucking her cunt, and she moaned and giggled in appreciation. She was holding his ears; she pulled them, and it seemed as if they were attached to his cock, because every time she yanked, he fucked her a little deeper, a little harder, even, than she had thought was possible at this stage of their screwing.
He seemed to be interested in Mrs. Howard. Mitchie wasn't entirely sure if she liked that. It was one thing for Pops to be fucking girls he met at the spa or in town; he almost never brought them home, or anything. Like, it wouldn't do to be balling your pickup on the water bed when in should pop naked teen daughter, with a dildo up her cunt and a jar of K Y in her hand, ready to join in.
But she wondered how she'd feel if maybe Dad did start balling Mrs. Howard. After all, the Howards were living next door. There was the distinct possibility that Mrs. H might be around all the time. What would that do the special relationship Mitchie had with her dad?
No, while she was fully aware that Heather was what her dad would consider a dream fuck, she wasn't entirely sure it would be a dream fuck as far as Mitchie Weaver was concerned.
But fuck tomorrow! She was too young to worry about anything except right now, and right now she was taking a joy ride on a stiff, bloated cock, the biggest hardest best cock in the whole fucking world, and she was about to blow her cookies all over that stiff cock. She pulled her dad's lips off her tits, and leaned toward him so she could cover his mouth with her own.
"Now," she whispered as their lips met. "Oh, yes, Daddy, fuck me hard, fuck me now, and I'll come all over that big beautiful cock of yours!"
She was almost flopping out of the water altogether as his banging picked up speed. Yeah, Mitchie thought, this is the best kind of fucking, with someone who knows exactly how you like it and when you want it. Someone who knew that when she was ready to blow, she needed it fast and hard and deep.
"God, I love your fucking cock in me, Daddy!" Mitchie squealed as she clasped him and screwed him. He was tongue fucking her mouth and squeezing the dolly little 32 B's that he still loved, even if he did go ga-ga over the kind of big hooters Mrs. Howard carried around, too. He dug into the firm but tender flesh of Mitchie's aching tits, stroked fingertips across her throbbing hard nipples, and speared his tongue in and out of her mouth just as fast as he was reaming her cunt with his big cock. She would never understand how her mother could have run away from something like this man, this prick! But she'd probably never have known how great a stud Daddy was, if Mom had stayed around, so fuck you, Mom, wherever you are! Mitchie thought smugly, sliding her cunt up and down the stiff barrel of her dad's cock.
"Do you like my cunt, Dads? Do you like my ass? Like my tits?"
"Love them all, love all of you," Ted sighed. His eyes were glazing; he wasn't far from a good squirt either. Mitchie could read his face like a book, especially where fucking was involved.
She tried to picture him riding Heather Howard, tried to visualize Heather's face at the sight of Ted's long cock sticking out of his pants. Mrs. H would probably shit in her sweat pants! She looked like the sort who'd be hard put to handle ten inches of throbbing heaven. No, not much chance of scoring there. The more Mitchie thought about it, the more certain she was that Mrs. Howard was a normal everyday tight-ass. The kind Brookie Howard would obviously grow up to be, without a little helpful assistance from a newfound friend.
Yeah, she thought, fucking even harder against the onslaught of her father's driving prick. Brooke was cute, and promising, but she needed to loosen up and get really mellow. I can show her how, Mitchie thought.
The idea was exciting, sure. Brooke was a porcelain skinned doll, with long straight dark hair and enormous innocent eyes. The same slim frame, long legs, and apple sized tits as Mitchie, so she had all the right equipment. Mitchie slurped, not so much at the thrust of her father's tongue but at the idea of licking Brooke's creamy flesh. She hadn't fooled around much with other girls, but she'd started fucking so young that she naturally thought first of cock, when it came to sex. A little switch hitting might be nice for a change. Yes, she thought, I'm gonna get my face between her legs and suck that cute little bitch dry. And then I'll make her do it to me. By the second slurp she'll be mine to keep!
The idea excited the hell out of her. Her eyes enlarged and she said, "Ooohhh, Daddy, I'm gonna come!" and almost before she finished saying it, she was coming, moaning and splashing, her cunt undulating up and down Ted's cock as he kept fucking himself into his daughter's cunt. "Yes-yes-yes-yes-yessss!! ! " she hissed in abandon.
"Take it, baby!" Ted gasped, and his eyes snapped shut, and here it came, the slam bang thrusting of his prick as it squirted burst after burst of his hot jetting cum into Mitchie's orgasmic cunt.
She rode her father, gasping breathlessly, sighing and moaning, until his cock was squirted dry and even her convulsing cunt could no longer keep his cock erect. His cock went soft, slowly, reluctantly, and slithered out of her cunt, and the oozing cum he had left began to trickle just as slowly, out of Mitchie's cunt and into the tepid, bubbly bathwater.
CHAPTER THREE
"That's an awfully personal question," Brooke Howard said, sniffing indignantly. She was standing by Mitchie's bed in her bra and panties, a blouse in each hand. The girls had been there all afternoon, Brooke trying on garment after garment from Mitchie's wardrobe. It was true, they were exactly the same size. But Christ, Mitchie thought, no way would I ever wear undies like those! I mean, that bra looks like it's made out of armor, and who would ever bother trying to peek up her dress to get a look at those dumb white cotton panties with little flowers on them, for shit's sake?
Mitchie was lying on the bed, in tube top, no bra, and satin look running shorts. "I'm just curious," she said. "Have you ever fucked a guy?"
Brooke turned away, blushing furiously. "None of your business."
Mitchie sat up. "You mean you haven't?"
Brooke turned. "Well, I'm not a virgin or anything like that. Okay. Yes. I've done it a couple of times. It doesn't seem like such a big deal to me. I suppose you've done it, huh, Mitchie?"
"A few times," Mitchie said straight faced. She settled down onto her heels. "Did you come?"
"God, no," Brooke said, dropping the frigid air a little. "I mean, how could you, with some guy on top of you, huffing and puffing, sticking his elbows in your face? It was such a disappointment. I can do better with my fingers."
Mitchie's eyes glittered. This was going to be easier than she had dreamed. Funny, though, she'd had Brookie pegged for a pure virgin. You couldn't always tell by the package, though. "How do you do it?" she asked. "With your fingers, I mean?" Brooke blushed again. Not much removed from virgin, Mitchie was sure. "Oh, just the usual way. You know."
Mitchie sighed. "Sometimes I get so damn horny I don't know what to do. I could rub myself for hours and hours, and come a dozen times, and still want to do it again." Brooke just nodded. "This is what I like," Mitchie said, sitting up and pulling her shorts and panties down in one quick motion. She flopped her legs over the edge of the bed, shorts hanging at her ankles, and opened her thighs, aiming her cunt directly at Brooke's shocked face. Her hand slid down to the puffy blonde cunt bush and began to stroke her cunt gently, in a soft petting motion. "I just rub myself all over, at first," she said, "until I can feel my cunt heating up. You know? And then I slide my fingers up and down the cunt lips, just this way, see? It gets me even hotter."
Brooke was staring, her jaw slightly dropped. Mitchie knew from the stunned expression that Brooke had never watched anyone else masturbate before, let alone speak about it in such frank, candid terms. It's gonna be easy, easy, easy, she reminded herself. And it was gonna be fun, too!
She already felt damned good, herself. The rubbing had had exactly the effect on her cunt that she had described. Her cunt lips were growing moist, and there came the pink nub of her clit, sticking out a little more each time she stroked herself. She rubbed her fingers across her clit, pulling on the cunt lips to make it stand out even more, and she saw that Brooke wasn't missing a damned thing. The dark haired teen had dropped the two blouses she was holding and had planted her panty clad ass on the chair by the dresser. Her eyes were fixed on Mitchie's blonde cunt bush and the pink cunt that showed amid the hairs.
"Sometimes," Mitchie said hoarsely, "I used to worry about how much I was diddling myself; thought it would make me go blind or crazy or something. But how can anything that makes you feel so good be wrong for you?"
Brooke just shook her head. She was holding a strand of dark hair in her hand, fingers twining through it. Her tits heaved noticeably inside their opaque white bra cups, and there was a sucking, in out motion at her tummy, just above the waistband of the cotton panties.
"Of course, I love to play with my tits, too," Mitchie added, using one hand to slide her top down while she continued to rub her clit with the other. Her little 32 B's sprang into view, the nipples already as stiff and pink as could be. She ran her hand across them, mashing the nipples down, watching them spring up just as stiff and perky as before, and she gave a little sigh of joy.
Through half lidded, self contented eyes, she saw that Brooke was now holding her hands over the bra cups, squeezing down on her own tits. The knuckles stood out, and the finger tips were white. A sigh broke from Brookie's own lips. Her legs stiffened, stretching out. Mitchie could see a stray curl or two of dark pubic hair peeking out of Brooke's panties, wisping down the inside of one smooth pale thigh. We need to get this girl out into the sun, Mitchie thought. We also need to get her out of her bra and panties.
"Show me what you do," she invited, still caressing herself.
Brooke nibbled her lip, looked from side to side as if to make sure no one was watching. Then she reached around behind herself and unfastened her bra. The cups loosened, sagged, finally fell away. Her nipples were big and brown on the white swells of her tits. Mitchie's mouth filled with saliva. Those things were made to be sucked, she thought, and I am gonna be sucking on them. Soon!
Brooke stood up, fingered her panties' waistband nervously. Again she looked around. She set her lips firmly and pulled her panties down. Her cunt bush was thick and fleecy, almost black, vivid against the pale cream of her flesh. She stepped out of her panties and sat down again, legs close together, but not so close that Mitchie could not see the crack of Brooke's cunt, lurking among the dark hairs.
"I, I like to rub my breasts," Brooke said, cupping them from beneath. Her tits were almost perfect, set high and proud on her chest, the nipples pointing up at a saucy, inviting angle.
"I do this to the nipples," Brooke said. "I always start like this." She held one tit, while her other hand rubbed the nipples.
"Good place to start," Mitchie said throatily.
Brooke nodded as if she were grateful for the approval. Her legs opened a little, and the slice of her cunt was more visible now. She had slightly protruding cunt lips. As she moved, her pink cunt showed more clearly. Mitchie gulped. It looked good enough to eat. She was dying to bury her face in that patch of black hair!
"I like to, to stick my fingers inside," Brooke said then, touching her cunt slice with the tip of her middle finger. "Do you ever do it that way?"
Mitchie nodded. Brooke pressed at her cunt gash with her fingertip. The cunt lips parted, and she slid her finger into the opening. As she worried her finger into the hole, she closed her eyes and moaned. The finger penetrated, and Brooke crooked it, then began to move it in and out in short strokes, each of which made her gasp and sigh.
Mitchie's own fingers were still strumming a hot improv on her own cunt, and she had an itch that was nowhere near being scratched yet. She rubbed her aroused clit, felt the rush of excitement in her cunt tunnel, and squeezed her thighs together, trapping the hand that stroked her cunt, pushed it more firmly against its target.
Brooke's eyes were closed, and she was frigging herself prettily, the finger shining a little more each time it slicked out of her cunt.
"Listen," Mitchie said, "I've got a great idea! Come over here, will you?"
Brooke looked up, let her finger slip free. She looked at it, the glistening coat of cunt fluid on her skin; she sniffed at it, too. Slowly she got up, walked naked across the room. Mitchie patted the bed, and she sat down beside her new friend.
"I know you get tired of that same old finger doing you all the time, right? Only natural. I feel the same way. Why don't you put your hand, " she took it, guided it", right here and do me, while I put mine here and do you?"
"Oh, no, I couldn't . . . never . . . " Brooke made no effort to remove her fingers from Mitchie's pubic hair. They rested lightly on the puffy cunt mound, a hair's breadth from touching the lips of Mitchie's cunt. Mitchie twisted, ever so slightly, and Brooke's fingers crossed the gap. "You're wet too," Brooke said, her big blue eyes wide with wonder.
"Just like you," Mitchie whispered, leaning her face closer to Brooke's. Will she bolt if I kiss her? Mitchie wondered. God, her lips look so soft and moist and inviting. I can see her little teeth between them, the tip of her tongue. Can I stick my tongue in her mouth at the first touch or should I wait a few minutes and pretend it's another new idea that just occurred to me? Oh, fuck it! She covered Brooke's mouth, her own lips wet, open, and the two teens fell back onto the bed, each gripping the other's aroused cunt.
Brooke wasn't a really experienced kisser, but she caught on fast. She seemed to like a tongue in her mouth; she also seemed to think it was better to give than to receive, because her own tongue shot into Mitchie's mouth, and the two supple organs dueled back and forth, carrying hot lust and drool from one mouth to the other.
They lay kissing, bodies touching. Mitchie's hand moved first. She spread Brooke's cunt lips very gently, for they were snug and tender, and she let her middle finger steal into the new girl's cunt, just as she'd watched Brookie doing to herself a few minutes ago. In almost no time, Brooke was moaning and writhing on the bed. Mitchie was in her, up to the last knuckle, wiggling her finger around deep inside. "Like that?" she asked. "Mmmmm, it feels good to me, so I know you must dig it too!"
And then a sly finger came worming into Mitchie's own cunt, Brooke's finger, slim and dainty, and it felt like a skinny little snake.
"Oh, God," Mitchie sighed, "that is so nice! And you know what I have to do, Brookie? I Have to suck on those brown nipples of yours, right now!"
Without waiting to be told yes or no, she smacked her lips away from Brooke's and bee-lined them straight toward the nearest swollen nipple. The nipples were enormous caps. They dominated the small, delicate mounds of her tits, and Mitchie's tongue had been yearning for a taste every since she'd seen them. Her lips closed on one, and she gratified her desires to the fullest, sucking madly, even chewing the tender buttons until Brooke screamed in delight.
Mitchie's finger pumped in and out of Brooke's cunt. It didn't begin to compare with clit rubbing as a means of getting off, at least not as far as Mitchie was concerned, but it was more than enough to keep the pot boiling while she completed the job of turning Brooke on, to everything!
Brooke wasn't doing a thing now; she didn't have to. Mitchie's cunt was empty; Brooke had both hands wrapped around Mitchie's head, pulling her into the tit she was eating.
Mitchie's head lifted, though she still craved another taste of hot young tit. She brushed back her hair, looked down at the trembling, super excited Brooke.
"Have you every licked a cunt?" she asked. Brooke shook her head. "Would you like to try one?" Mitchie continued.
For a first timer, Brooke needed little persuasion. Two minutes later, Mitchie was on her back, legs open, knees up, and Brooke was on her belly between those open legs, her chin resting on Mitchie's blonde cunt bush.
"I've never done anything like this before," Brooke confessed. "But I feel like I really need to do it now."
"I really need you to do it now," Mitchie agreed. "Oh, God, you know where the good parts are, Brooke, just lick them all! Pretend it's your own cunt and go for the gold. Do to me whatever you'd love to have someone do to you. And when it's my turn, baby, I will!"
Brooke's blue eyes glittered with anticipation. She looked down at Mitchie's neat pink cunt slit, tongue emerging slowly between her lips. Her head angled down, her tongue came out farther, and Mitchie felt its first, tentative brush up and down the lips of her cunt slice.
"Oh, yeah," she said, "that is definitely one of the good spots, baby!"
Brooke got more excited as the cunt taste saturated her tongue. Brooke's tongue steeped itself in the musky, aroused cunt juices. She didn't neglect the clit. Her tongue returned to it a dozen times, licking around it, licking down onto it, licking up onto it. Mitchie squirmed, juiced a little more. Brooke's lips tugged at the clit, sucking it furiously, but only for a moment. God! Mitchie thought. The first time she's done it, and she already has the makings of a grade A cunt teaser! Her clit stiffened, seeking more arousal from the lips that had caressed it, but Brooke was already licking southward again, using her tongue to pry Mitchie's cunt slit open.
"Are you sure you never did this before?" Mitchie asked hoarsely. Brooke said no, and her tongue wriggled into Mitchie's tingling cunt hole.
She was tongue fucking Mitchie now, doing it as if she'd spent all her life at a girls' boarding school. And she hadn't used her hands at all. It was entirely lips and tongue. God, this bitch is a fucking natural! Mitchie thought in delight.
"I'm gonna come in your mouth," Mitchie warned, "if you keep this shit up, baby! Ooohhh, I hope you like the taste of my cunt juices, 'cause you're gonna get a fucking face full! Eat me! Christ, yes, eat my hot little cunt! Have you ever tasted anything so good?
Aren't I delicious? Lap it, Brooke! Suck it all up! My God, your tongue, your fucking tongue . . . "
Brooke kept looking up, her eyes gleaming. She was reveling in Mitchie's praise. But even more, she was reveling in Mitchie's cunt. She actually dug it, loved eating cunt!
Mitchie wasn't even ready for her orgasm, when it came. One moment she was musing about Brooke's future as a sex bomb, and the next moment she was pulling Brooke's face into her cunt and smearing wet cunt flesh and oozing juices all over Brooke's lips and tongue while she made squealy excited noises from about halfway down her throat and the room danced around and around before her rolling eyes. She humped Brooke's face, moaning "Eat me, eat me eat meeeee . . . " until the fever subsided and her body dropped back, drained for the moment.
Brooke was tickled pink with herself. She licked her lips as she crawled up to Mitchie's side, savoring the funky cunt juices that had wet the lower part of her face, and she obviously had not gotten enough of girl kissing yet because she threw her lips onto Mitchie's, totally unbidden, and almost sucked the tongue out of Mitchie's mouth altogether.
"Was I good?" she asked as their lips parted momentarily.
"Were you ever!" Mitchie sighed, running her fingers down to the crack of Brooke's slender ass. She slid them down the crack, nuzzling for a moment at the tiny asshole, wondering how soon Brookie would be ready for some backdoor fun.
"Do it to me, now," Brooke urged, holding Mitchie's tits. Her fingers teased the pink nipples, her head dipped low to run a tongue across one of them. She seemed to like that, too, pausing for a moment to analyze the taste, then taking the nipple in her mouth for some hot sucking.
"I'll do everything to you," Mitchie promised, sliding free. She slipped off the bed while Brooke watched, went to her dresser, opened a drawer and fished around in the bottom. "Ever see one of these?'" she asked. Brooke's eyebrows lifted. She pushed back her long dark hair. "It's a vibrator," Mitchie said. "My mom left this behind when she ran away from home. I used to think it was a toy. I was twelve before I found out what kind of a toy, and what kind of games it was for playing." She flipped the switch on the bottom. A humming sound, soft and low, came out. "I hope the batteries are strong enough," Mitchie said, " 'cause you're gonna get the full workout with this baby!"
"I don't know about this," Brooke said, sitting up nervously.
Mitchie came toward her with the buzzing vibrator held high. "Just leave it to me, baby," she promised. "You fucked me inside out, and I'm gonna repay the favor in full."
It took a lot of kissing and cuddling and making out before Brooke was even ready to let Mitchie go down on her. They lay together for a long while, sucking each other's tits. Mitchie enjoyed that. Brooke had a talented tongue on a stiff nipple. Mitchie loved to have her tits sucked, and it was nice to find a pair that matched her own almost exactly. Except for those incredible swollen nipples of Brooke's. They were almost as big as the head of a stiff cock, and the sensation of her lips adoring them sent spasms of delight through Mitchie's whole body.
Mitchie finally got down to the good stuff, and Brooke was totally ready for it. Mitchie lifted one of Brooke's legs, slid under it, and then hefted the slim brunette's ass off the bed, propping it up with one of her own thighs. She lay on her side, face only inches from Brooke's furred cunt, letting her hand caress the wrinkly lipped cunt slice. She toyed idly with the slightly protruding cunt lips, rubbing them in a slow tantalizing fashion.
"Oh, you bitch," the dark girl said, "if you're gonna eat me, will you fucking eat me?
Don't tease me!"
Mitchie giggled and leaned in close. Her tongue brushed the cunt lips she had been fondling, and there was an almost electric spark of energy where her flesh touched Brooke's. Brooke squealed, and Mitchie would have too, if she'd not been so busy licking, to find out if this first taste was any real indication of the sweet delight that awaited her in Brooke's cunt.
It was! It fucking was! Mitchie pulled the cunt lips apart, tongued between them, found the honeycomb of sweetness just inside. Her tongue slipped into the cunt hole, found even more delicious flavors in there. She didn't want to take it out, but she knew she had to slurp a little on Brooke's clit. The pink clit was firm and visible, and she pulled the cunt lips apart to make it jump out toward her approaching tongue.
"Yes, there, there!" Brooke gasped. "Do it again, please!"
Mitchie was only too happy to oblige. But she had other aims in mind. The vibrator, turned off to save the batteries, lay just behind Mitchie, and she intended to give her new friend the ride of her life on that plastic cock.
Her tongue sloshed through Brooke's dripping cunt, even sliding down for a little tentative exploration of the asshole. Good! Brooke seemed to be unduly sensitive there, and as responsive as hell, too. Mitchie's tongue worried at the tiny tight opening, licked the tender flesh surrounding the ring, and prodded at it as if she meant to fuck Brookie's shitter orally.
"Oooooh, shit, what are you doing to me?" Brooke wailed. "It feels like you're sticking your tongue up my ass!"
"Mmmmm," Mitchie purred, giving her another dose of the same. Her hand rested on Brooke's trembling cunt, felt the palpitation, the excitement, the ooze of sticky, cunt juices. Yes, she told herself, it's time. She reached for the vibrator.
"Oh, God," Brooke said, staring down when she heard the sudden buzz. "What are you gonna do with that thing? Mitchie, I think you're taking advantage of me! I think you're more experienced than I am! Maybe we'd better just stop."
Mitchie was rubbing the buzzing vibrator up and down the cleft of Brooke's cunt, dancing it over the flesh, just long enough to stimulate, not nearly long enough to satiate. She knew not to press it down directly on Brooke's clit, even at the slower of the buzzer's two speeds. But she made the whirring tip slide around and around the clit nub, each time coming a little closer, a little closer, until it could not help but plant a glancing kiss onto the clit itself. That was when Mitchie flipped the vibrator to high.
Brooke screamed and rocked up and down in abandon.
"Oh, you bitch!" she screeched.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," Mitchie quipped, using the buzzing tip of the slender plastic toy to part the quivering lips of Brooke's cunt. Yes, the gleam of pink, the sheen of moisture inside! She loved it, wished it were her tongue going into Brooke. Slowly the pointed end of the slim buzzing tube began to worm its way into Brooke's cunt. The dark haired girl moaned and gasped.
"No, don't do it!" she cried, but she had both hands on her cunt, pulling the lips wider and wider.
"This isn't gonna hurt," Mitchie whispered. "Just the opposite. I bet you never even guessed what a real fucking was like, Brooke, but I'm gonna show you now . . . "
She pushed a little harder. "Yes, yes," Brooke moaned, "oh, fuck, yessss!"
Yes, indeed, Mitchie thought. Droplets of cunt goo coated the lips of Brooke's cunt, greasing the end of the dildo while Mitchie twirled it slowly inside the gates of Brooke's cunt hole. The cunt muscles tugged and pulled, urging the thing to come deeper.
But the vibration seemed slower, jerkier, now. Oh, shit, Mitchie thought in sudden realization. The mother-fucking batteries were going! The buzz slowed even more as Mitchie stared at it. Set on high, it wasn't giving even low setting service now. She pressed, and the cunt muscles yielded willingly, more of the tube entering Brooke's tight cunt, but the vibration stopped altogether and Mitchie groaned in frustration, her hand full of a dead dildo.
"Don't stop," Brooke whispered. "Oh, why doesn't it feel as good now? What's happened, Mitchie?"
"Even more to the point, what's going on here, Mitchie?" a voice asked from somewhere behind the two girls, and both of them turned, gasping, toward the bedroom door.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, Christ!" Brooke squealed, sitting bolt upright. She threw her hands over her little brown nippled tits. If she noticed that three quarters of a six inch vibrator was sticking out of her cunt, it wasn't apparent. Until she suddenly looked down, gave another squeal, and grabbed the pillow in a late, too late, attempt to cover herself.
Mitchie rolled over, cool as a cucumber. When was Mitchie Weaver ever anything but cool.
"Hi, Pops," she said. "Are you home early or have we lost track of time?"
"It's five thirty," he said. "What are you doing?"
"Well, I was trying to fuck Brookie with my vibrator, but the goddamn batteries died on me right at the good part. They're just not making them as good as they used to."
"Mitchie!" Brooke whispered from behind the pillow.
"Oh, my manners! Daddy, this is my new friend Brooke Howard. Brookie, this is my dad. Why don't you uncover your face and say hi? I think he's seen all the rest of you by now. And let me get this thing out of you." She took hold of the dildo, yanked it loose, and threw it onto the floor. Then she gave the pillow an even harder yank, pulling it down past Brooke's face.
"Hello, Brooke," said Ted Weaver, standing by the bed where the two girls sprawled naked. "You didn't tell me she was as pretty as this, Mitchie."
"I was afraid you'd try to steal her out from under me, so to speak." Mitchie giggled. "Oh, don't worry, Brooke. My dad's cool. Right, Pops?" and she stretched one lazy hand toward him. He came closer, and her fingers tugged at the tab of his zipper. Brooke dropped the pillow, staring in total disbelief as Mitchie unzipped her dad's pants and reached inside, flipping his long soft cock out like a prize exhibit at the fair. "Ta da!" Mitchie grinned, winking at Brooke. "I'll show you another trick you might not have guessed I knew."
She slid to the edge of the bed, took the long prick in both hands, and lifted it up. Ted's cock was soft as could be, but Mitchie didn't mind. Almost as much as riding his hard cock, she loved the thrill of taking him from limp to raging, with her fingers and her mouth. But, shit, this was the first time she'd ever had an audience, and Brooke would be the first person to share the little secret about Mitchie and her dad. Make it memorable, she told herself, and she looked back at Brooke before her tongue began to move up and down her father's cock.
"Oh, God!" Brooke squealed. "What are you doing?" She covered her eyes, peeked between the fingers, saw that Mitchie was now sucking the end of Ted's prick, taking it into her mouth in short, breathy swallows, just the tip, using her tongue to make the thing wetter, ever wetter. His cock was swelling already. Mitchie looked up at her dad, saw that he was watching Brooke. She stole another peek at Brooke who wasn't even pretending to hide her eyes now. The dark haired teen was on her hands and knees, leaning like a pointer, staring at Ted and Mitchie with undisguisable fascination.
"You're sucking his cock," Brooke whispered. "Your own father, and you're sucking his cock, "
Mitchie removed the stiffening cock from her lips' caress. "Sure. You want a lick too?"
Brooke shivered. "Oh, God, I couldn't! This is awful! I should go home right now . . . tell my mom what awful things you're doing . . . I don't believe I'm seeing this . . . "
Even as she spoke, she was crawling a little closer. Her hair brushed Mitchie's thigh. Mitchie moved slightly to the side, holding her dad's cock, its blunt knob pointed straight toward Brooke. "You ever suck a cock, Brookie?" she asked, stroking the prick slowly, feeling it surge and lengthen. Brooke shook her head, face almost scarlet. "You want to?" Mitchie asked. "I mean, it is okay with you, isn't it, Pops?"
"Only if she wants to," Ted said huskily, putting one hand on Mitchie's head. He came in a little closer. The end of his cock was within three or four inches of Brooke's face. His cock was about three quarters erect, his cock rod sticking straight out, not quite up to the ten inches he sported at full mast, but a formidable object indeed. "It's up to you," he added. "No one will force anything on you, Brooke."
Brooke shivered noticeably. Her hand slowly rose, fingers extended. She touched the saliva wetted end of Ted's cock, felt the springy sponginess of his enlarging cock knob. Her thumb and finger made a ring around his cock shaft, just below the crown. She could not quite touch the fingertips to each other, and his cock was getting bigger as she squeezed down upon it. "Oh, my God," she said in amazement. "Do they make them this big?"
"I made it this big," Mitchie crowed. "It was just a soft little worm when I started on it. Go on, Brooke, lick his cock. It's delicious. I bet you've never sucked cock before, have you?"
"I was always afraid to," Brooke whispered. "But I'm not afraid now. At least I don't feel afraid."
She closed her eyes and leaned toward the stiffening prick. It touched her face, first her cheek, then her lips. She pressed her lips against it, feeling the warmth, the pulsation. Slowly her lips began to part. Mitchie watched, breathless with excitement. It was almost like seeing a movie of the first time she'd ever done this. She'd been just as nervous as Brooke, just as tense, just as afraid. She put her arms around her new friend and hugged her tightly as Brooke began to lick, gently at first but with a growing arousal, at Ted's cock.
"That's it, baby. Taste it. Isn't it good? Delicious? Yes! Lick it all over. Right there, underneath the top. It drives him crazy when you lick him there, it's as sensitive as your honey little clit. Mmmmm, feel him getting harder and harder? Oh, you're learning fast! Yes, baby, slide your mouth over the end of his cock. Suck a little. Pretend it's my tit, hmmmm? You're getting the hang of it. How does she feel, Pops?"
"Fantastic," Ted said, "and don't call me Pops."
Mitchie reached out, caught her dad's balls, where they hung out of his undone pants. She squeezed them. "Sorry, Pops!"
Ted's cock was sticking up now, fully erect, and not a little of it was due to the hot sucking that he was getting from Brooke. Her hot mouth clung to his cock knob, like a leech, suctioning furiously. Mitchie cupped Brooke's tits, squeezed the fat, excited nipple lumps, felt the dark haired girl shiver uncontrollably.
Mitchie's mouth began to water, watching her friend eat her dad's cock. She nudged Brooke's ribs. "Get off his cock," she said, "it's my turn!" Brooke lifted her head and Mitchie dragged Ted's prick to her mouth. Show off time, she thought, taking a deep breath and fucking as much of the big dick as she could into her wet oral cavern. He rammed hard into Mitchie's mouth, burying five or six inches of swollen cock in her, prodding all the way to the tip of her throat. She gulped, feeling as if she were about to strangle, and she willed herself to relax, to go limp, to let the river flow. Brooke was watching her intently and the situation called for even more than Mitchie's usual super dynamite cock sucking. But could she . . . ?
"Oh, Jesus, Mitchie, how are you doing that?"
How, indeed? The head of her dad's cock was in her gullet, just past the tip of her throat. She'd never him this deeply before, but she'd never been preening for an audience before while doing it with her dad. Brooke's presence stimulated Mitchie, made the act that much more exciting, urged her to be that much more outrageous and sexy. But Christ, she was gonna choke if she didn't, And then it happened. The tension in Mitchie's throat went lax without warning, and the rest of her father's cock plunged into her mouth, driving down, down, down, and there was her mouth, plumb against his groin, and she was actually, honest to God, deepthroating that all time champion prick of his, eating the whole fucking thing!
"Oh, Mitchie," she heard her dad say, "this is incredible!"
She had to pull her head back; she couldn't maintain it for very long. His cock slid out of her throat, and she gasped for air, but then she was swooping forward again, taking his cock down her gullet once more, and it was much easier on the second swallow, and easier still on the third. Her lips slid down his prick, all the way, and she wanted to laugh and giggle and give herself a big pat on the back, but she was much too busy sucking this huge, gorgeous cock, much too hungry for its load of hot blistering cum!
"I don't believe what I'm seeing," Brooke said excitedly, running her hands up and down Mitchie's body. She played with the throbbing, pink nippled tits, pulled the nipples and squeezed them as if she meant to draw milk from the cute little buds. One of her hands stroked Mitchie's ass, slipped onto the blonde girl's cunt from behind, opening the lips and tickling the sensitive inner flesh. She kissed and nibbled at Mitchie's shoulder and earlobe, licking wetly than biting gently at the skin.
"Suck it, baby," Ted demanded, "suck it all!"
"Let me suck some of it!" Brooke whined, grabbing the cock while Mitchie's head was drawn back for another swallow. She tugged, pulled, jerked it out of Mitchie's mouth.
Bitch! Mitchie thought angrily, but angry only for a moment. She watched as Brooke placed her lips over the end of Ted's cock and took the cock into her mouth.
Brooke was still new on the job. Her lips stretched awkwardly, and her action was not altogether coordinated. She moved her lips down the cock shaft, already lubricated by Mitchie's saliva, and she took it noticeably deeper than she had, the first time she sucked on it. Brooke swallowed cock till she gagged, obviously trying to imitate Mitchie, and it was a good, game try. Her head lifted, and she gasped as air flowed back down her throat.
"I'll never get it right," she said in frustration.
Ted leaned over, lifted her under the arms and kissed her warmly on the mouth. Mitchie felt a pang of jealousy, watching her dad swap tongues and spit with this newcomer, even if she and Brooke had been doing the same thing only a few minutes ago. "You're just fine," he told Brooke. She beamed with his praise and looked at Mitchie with gleaming eyes. As he set her back onto the bed, Ted leaned over even farther and began to suck at the swollen nipples of Brooke's hard little tits. His mouth fastened to her knobby nipples and she moaned in pleasure.
Mitchie slid off the bed while her dad was busy with Brooke. There was no point being jealous. That ten incher was sticking out, and he had more than enough to satisfy both teenagers. He'd fucked Mitchie twice before supper, just last night. She smiled. Plenty to go around. As Ted suckled Brooke's tits, Mitchie slid his pants down his long, well toned thighs, pulled them and his shoes off his feet. Wearing only his T-shirt, he moved onto the bed beside Brooke, and Mitchie piled on too.
Mitchie could still hardly believe she had finally deepthroated her dad's enormous cock, after all these years of trying. Smaller cocks were no problem, but his was the size of an elephant's, or so it seemed when she had it in her mouth. She'd felt his cock all the way down her, and the memory made her saliva flow abundantly. Her dad's ass was sticking up while he lay on his belly next to a naked, writhing Brooke, and Mitchie took hold of his smooth, flat buttocks, squeezing them just to feel the tense of his muscles. She stroked his lithe thighs, reaching between them to cup and cuddle his balls from the rear.
Her fingers toyed with his asshole, and she couldn't resist the urge to lean down and kiss him, right on his rectal opening. Her tongue jiggled in the small crack, and she felt him squirm excitedly. Her hand slipped up, onto his cock, and she squeezed it. Well, he wasn't the only one who was excited! She was about to burst. God, what an afternoon this had been!
"Roll over, Daddy," she commanded, pulling on his lower quarters. "If I don't get your cock into me, I'm gonna shit!"
He rolled over, obediently, and his cock wobbled with anticipation as she mounted his body and plunged her wet, eager cunt straight down onto his cock. It entered her slickly, hotly, and she ground down hard, swallowing the whole cock in her turned on cunt. She put her hands on his belly and she rode him, up down, side to side, soaking up the feel of that big stiff prick filling her juiced up cunt!
"You're fucking him!" Brooke squealed. "My God, you're actually fucking his big cock! Oh, Mitchie, do it, let me watch you, do it!"
The whole bed was rocking. Mitchie rode her father's cock swiftly, hungrily, and when she was hot she always fucked like a demon, but Brooke was bouncing up and down too, as excitedly as if it had been her own cunt that was getting pricked by Ted's big cock.
"Oh, fuck her!" she squealed in glee. "Shove that big cock up her hot little cunt! Fuck her, Daddy! Fuck her!"
He's not your daddy, Mitchie thought, jealousy almost seizing her for a moment, but the feeling in her cunt was too good to be spoiled by petty bitchiness. He can be your daddy too, Mitchie thought, since you don't have one of your own, but just remember who is the number one daughter, bitch! Me! "Yes, Daddy," Mitchie panted, leaning down to kiss him French style, with lots and lots of wet tongue. "Ooohhh, you must be super turned on today, from the way you're ramming me! Fuck me deep, Dads, give me all of that big cock! I can take it all, and I fucking want it all!"
"You're getting it all, Baby, I'm fucking the bottom of your cunt, nowhere left inside you to put my cock, you're pretty hot today yourself, Mitchie! Bet you girls have been playing nasty all afternoon. Wish I'd been here to see you doing it all, two sweet hot beauties like you . . . "
Mitchie looked at Brooke and almost fell off her dad's prick. The dark haired girl was lying on her back now, knees up, legs thrown to the sides, and she was sliding the dead dildo up and down her slice, edging its tip more and more into her splayed cunt hole. She gasped each time she plied the weapon, and she was only taking a little bit of it, no more than two or three inches, but her tongue was sticking out and so were her nipples, which her free hand caressed passionately.
"Oh, God, oh God," she moaned.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Mitchie whispered, "but save something big and hard for Brooke. She's been fucked, but she's never had it done to her the right way. When you screw her, you'll be getting better than a cherry, you'll be getting a virgin mind and a red-hot cunt!"
"Yes," Brooke whispered, "I want to be fucked too! Oh, I really need to be fucked! Is someone gonna fuck me, please?"
Ted grabbed his daughter's ass cheeks and hammered his cock up into her ready cunt. Mitchie screamed with joy and gobbled his cock with her hungry cunt lips. She was close, so fucking close! Yes! Again and again he banged into her, splitting her tender cunt with his big cock, and she squirmed, lewdly, relishing every inch he gave her. She closed her eyes and let the feelings take control of her body. Come come come come come . . .
"Oh God, that's it!" she screamed like a banshee as her cunt went manic around his thrusting cock. She felt him strain and tense beneath her, and she knew that he was holding back his orgasm, saving something for Brooke, just as Mitchie had requested. Normally the moment of her release was the cue for her dad to squirt her churning cunt full of his hot sticky cock milk, and every instinct in Ted Weaver told him to do the same right now, but he gritted his teeth and resisted the impulse.
Mitchie rode him till she was limp with satiation, and she slid off, delighted that his cock stood up as hard and proud as ever, coated now with the milky fluids that had oozed from her cunt walls during the heat and excitement of her own fuck. She looked at Brooke, who had half the dead vibrator buried in her cunt, fucking it in and out of her wrinkly looking cunt lips.
"Get to it, cunt!" she said, tweaking Brooke's tit. "The rest of this cock is yours, baby! We always save the good stuff for company!"
Brooke pulled the dildo out of herself slowly, grimacing. She was tight down there. How in the fuck would she ever get Daddy's cock up her? Mitchie shook her head. This might be impossible after all. But she'd do all she could to help.
Ted was on his knees, entering the spread of Brooke's legs. The slender dark haired teen propped herself up on her elbows as she watched him take position. The glistening, swollen shaft of his cock thrust up like a giant club from between his legs. The cock knob was blood red. Oh, wow, Mitchie thought, he is gonna have one hell of a load when he finally shoots! The very idea of it going anywhere other than up her own sucking little cunt was painful, but Brooke was, after all, her newest, perhaps her best, friend, and what were friends for, if not to share all your secrets and joys with? And what gave her more joy than the secret fucking she and Daddy did?
"It won't hurt," Mitchie whispered, stroking Brooke's hair and tits. She rubbed a strand of the dark hair against her own face, kissed her friend's nervous lips, cupped and squeezed reassuringly at the hard young tits. She could hardly wait to see her daddy's cock split the tender tight pink lips of Brookie's cunt, to watch the big cock make the plunge into the hardly touched depths of Brooke Howard's almost virgin cunt!
"Take hold of it," Mitchie counseled. "Feel the strength? It's so fantastic. You've never had a cock like this before. It'll fuck you, and make you see angels and spinning stars, and it won't let you down. You'll know what is such a big deal about fucking when you have this thing inside you, baby, I promise you that!"
Brooke caressed the sticky, cunt slippery prick. "It's so big," she said. "But I'm afraid. I want to do this. God, I really need to do it! Here, let me touch myself with it. Is this the way?" Mitchie nodded. Brooke was rubbing her cunt lips with the end of Ted's prick, using it to pry her cunt lips open, nudging the head of it into her slick pink cunt. She certainly seemed to have the right idea.
"I'll go easy," Ted promised, adding his hands to Mitchie's in the caressing of Brooke's trembling tits. "I'll not hurt you, baby."
"I know," Brooke whispered. "Oooohh, let's do it! Let's do it now!"
"Let me help," Mitchie volunteered, taking charge of her dad's cock. Oh, wow, it was gonna bust Brookie but good! It was bigger, or so it felt, than it had ever been before. She looked at her dad. She'd never seen him so excited. Maybe I should have brought a girlfriend over a long time ago, she mused, still rubbing her dad's cock in the gate of Brooke's cunt.
The cunt lips opened more, and the club like cock head was in Brooke, past the slick red flesh, in the tight little cunt mouth itself. Brooke gasped, bit her lip. "It's okay," Mitchie purred, giving Brooke's exposed clit a friendly rub for good luck. Brooke sighed, and her body seemed to grow less tense. "You're gonna be okay," Mitchie added, stroking the clit.
"A little more, Pops." Mitchie giggled, but the name didn't seem to piss him off as much as usual. There was something very special about this moment, and the insertion of her daddy's cock into Brookie. All three of them could sense it, Mitchie most of all.
She watched the long, fat, slick cock easing itself into the parted slice of Brooke's cunt. Her fingers kept stroking reassuringly at Brooke's clit. "Yes," she sighed, "yes, that's it, oh, yes, Daddy, you're fucking her, you're going into her, yes, yesssss . . . "
Three inches of cock in Brookie now, three inches of fat, passion swollen prick. She knew so well how that cock felt, knew how Brooke must be feeling right now as she received it. Brooke might have had a bad fuck or two with some shitass high school boy, but she was getting a man's cock now, and it would be like her first time ever. Mitchie envied her so much the magic of this moment. She wished it was her own first time again, so she could feel just as thrilled, as delirious with anticipation!
"Ohhhhh," Brooke sighed, twisting on the bed, her fingers clutching at Mitchie's arm. "It's too big," she said, "too damn big!"
It probably was, to be truthful, but it was far too late to back out now. If Brooke chickened out, Mitchie would fucking sit on her face and pin her down till her daddy had reamed her goddamn cunt good and proper! Didn't the bitch realize how special this all was?
Instead, Mitchie leaned in and kissed Brooke, hard, on the lips, tongue swirling. Brooke's mouth tensed, then yielded. She felt Brooke's tongue flutter and she knew without looking that Daddy had slipped her another inch or two.
"It's okay," she insisted, squeezing tits, licking Brooke's mouth. Her hand slid back down and teased Brooke's clit once more.
Their lips came apart, and Mitchie stared down at the magnificent sight of her daddy's cock, half buried in Brooke's tight cunt. Five inches, at least, and more of it sliding in even as Mitchie watched.
"Oh!" Brooke sighed and then her belly lifted, her cunt twitched, and Ted's cock slammed all the way into her tender young cunt!
He hovered above her, just seeping his cock in her cunt. He gave her a thrust, but a very short one, just enough to prod her cunt tube, and she gasped but she didn't complain or protest. "It's fantastic," she said throatily. "It's all in me! I can feel your balls rubbing my ass! That whole incredible cock of yours is inside me!"
"It sure fucking is, baby." Mitchie laughed. "Now all you have to do is fuck the living shit out of it! Come on, Brookie, make big sister Mitchie proud, mmmmm? Show Daddy what a big girl you are!"
"Yes, yes, you can be my big sister, and you can be my daddy, but you have to fuck me so hard, make me come like you made Mitchie come. Oh, God, I'm oozing already! I don't know if I can stand it!"
"Fuck her, Daddy," Mitchie said, rising to kiss her father. "Fuck her hard and deep, the way you fucked me just now! Fuck her till your nuts crack! Yes! Slide your cock in and out of her. She's wet now, see how wet, feel how wet? Just like someone's oiled her cunt tubes. Ooooh, I'll bet it's like fucking into a keg of butter, a skinny, tight keg of half melted butter. So pretty, so fucking pretty . . . "
She couldn't just watch it, without taking some part. Except for a couple of times when she was younger, spying, she'd never seen her dad with anyone else. Now here he was, balling her new friend, that cock of his slicking into Brooke's cunt with a gathering speed, an intensity that made the dark haired teen's belly heave in response and coaxed soft, delighted moans of pleasure from her fluttering lips. Mitchie touched the top of Ted's cock as it fucked into Brooke; her fingers danced along the rigid pole of cock flesh, as if she were guiding him into Brooke. As if he needed guidance! It was his first time in this cock, but his cock knew the way.
"Oh, Christ, Mitchie, I never thought it would be, anything, like this, " gasped Brooke, lifting her cunt to meet Ted's probing prick. "So fantastic, so, fucking, fantastic, "
Her clit was exposed, a taut pink button of flesh, coated in slick moisture. Mitchie's fingers had spent some time already, caressing that little bud, getting Brooke ready for fucking. As her dad continued to fuck her friend, Mitchie leaned down and let her tongue flick Brooke's clit in rapid back and forth motions. Brooke whined and moaned at the touch. She grabbed Mitchie's head, tried to drag it down into her cunt. Mitchie let herself be steered. Her tongue sloshed around, from Brooke's clit to the cuntsoaked stiffness of her father's thrusting prick. She refreshed her memory of the musky sweetish taste of Brooke's aroused cunt and made a mental note to eat this girl's cunt again, as soon as possible!
Her daddy's cock momentarily slipped out of Brooke's tight but yielding hole. "Shit," Ted complained, his cock bobbing. Mitchie said nothing, just covered his cock with her mouth and sucked it into her throat for a hot reminder that she was still top bitch in her daddy's dog pack. The mingling of Ted's hot prick flavor and the coating fluids of Brooke's cunt almost sent Mitchie hurtling into another orgasm merely from the moment's excitement. Reluctantly she released his cock, her fingers pushing it back to its destination in Brooke's cunt.
"Oh, yes," Brooke gasped as the cock rammed into her again.
"Fuck her, Daddy! Make her come!" Mitchie screamed as she licked her way from Ted to Brooke and back again. Her tongue laved at Brooke's clit, and she could feel its responsive tremors. Brooke was teetering on the edge. She had her head thrust back, her eyes shut tightly, and she was squeezing madly at her heaving tits. Her cunt fucked up to meet Ted's cock, and her legs were around his, but she was clearly losing control. "Make her come!" Mitchie shouted, increasing her efforts on Brooke's clit. She whipped it with her tongue, again, again, again.
"Aaaagh!" Brooke squealed suddenly, flopping all over the bed in a frenzy of orgasm that took Mitchie's breath away. Her entire body shook. Long dark hair flailed back and forth, veiling her face, and she was alternately screaming aloud and making gagging noises. It was like a virgin discovering her cunt for the first time. She came as if she'd never have the chance to do it again.
The racking gyrations of her body were too much even for Ted, and his cock bounced out of Brooke, quivering stiffly in the air. Mitchie grabbed his cock, stuffed it into her mouth. She barely had time to wrap her tongue around his cock knob before he was shooting his hot thick cum. Her mouth filled with the stuff; she made no attempt to swallow. She clutched at her father's prick with her lips until he had squirted his balls dry and even his strong cock could not maintain its stiffness. The sticky cock juice oozed from her mouth.
She leaned down to Brooke's cunt and dribbled the sticky cum up and down the girl's twitching cunt lips. "Welcome to the big leagues, baby," she said with a grin.
CHAPTER FIVE
Heather Howard, trim and active at forty, jogged every morning rain or shine. As she entered the road from her driveway, a tall, blond man in sweats overtook her.
"Hi," he said, matching his stride to hers. "You must be Mrs. Howard, our new neighbor. I'm Ted Weaver. Mitchie's dad."
She nodded. Mitchie had said her father was a runner, that he owned a health spa in Albany. Obviously one of his own better customers.
Even in slightly loose sweats, she could see that this man was built, and then some. She was no Mary Decker, but she was a hard, fast runner, and Ted paced her perfectly all the way. Well! It would be nice to have a running partner. God, she thought, stealing a peek, he really is a great looking guy. She suspected her daughter Brooke even had a teenaged crush on Ted Weaver; Brooke had spent all of yesterday afternoon at the Weavers', trying on Mitchie's clothes, and she'd come home with stars in her eyes and full of talk about that super nice Mr. Weaver. Harmless, and kinda cute. Brooke had always been so shy. Maybe she'd even get herself a boyfriend, she was past due.
So am I, for that matter, Heather thought, running effortlessly alongside Ted. But no way would she even fantasize about getting involved with her next door neighbor, even if he was six two, curly haired, with what had to be the finest thighs she had ever seen on a guy.
They didn't talk much; he was as serious about running as she was. Five miles, every morning; that was her pace, and clearly he was up to it. She followed his lead; he knew the roads and she didn't. It was nice out here in the country. Theirs were the last two houses on the country road, and there was no early morning traffic to force them onto the shoulder, again and again.
About two miles down the road, just before the intersection with Route 73, he pointed to the left, indicating a dirt road turnoff. It angled back the way they'd come, slightly parallel to it, but weaving further afield, leading into a patch of woods at the top of a bill. The climb was good; she took it without a strain. Her tits heaved, even in the solid running bra. That was the only bad part about jogging. Women with 36 D's really weren't built for it, but you could compensate. She envied those flat chested girls, skinny as rails, who could run braless. She'd have bruises all over her face from the flip flop of her bouncing tits.
The dirt road took some angles. She could gauge her distances almost to the meter, and her legs told her she had done her five miles when they crested the top of a low rise, on the outer edge of the wooded patch. Ted went on, but only to turn and come back to where Heather stood, stretching herself and coohng down. "Not bad," he said, coming to a stop.
"I try." She shrugged, smiling. She removed her sweatband, let her hair down onto her shoulders. Her hair was a deep chestnut, soft and wavy, framing a wrinkleless, smooth skinned face. She wasn't as tan as she would be, come real summer, but she was no pale rose, and her skin glowed from the exercise.
"Let's walk a bit," he suggested, stepping up onto the bank. "This is all part of our property," he said, indicating the hillside, the meadow below, the woods. "Even has an old cemetery on it. I clean it a couple of times a year. None of my family, but I feel it's the least I can do, for people who took care of the land before I bought it."
She nodded. A nice sentiment. Ted went up the rise, and she followed. Coming down over the bank, she saw the cemetery he was talking about. God, she thought, that takes me back! The first time she'd ever spread her legs for a boy, back in high school, had been in the Presbyterian Church cemetery, one full moon night in August. Spooky, but God, such a turn-on, to think that they were balling amid a city of the dead.
Ted took off his sweatshirt as he walked. She had to restrain a whistle. How many hours on the Nautilus? And best of all, he didn't seem stupid, like so many jocks. And she was fairly sure he wasn't gay either, since he had Mitchie. Mitchie. A sweet kid, but just a little wild, or so she seemed. But maybe that was how all kids were, nowadays, except for shy little Brooke, perhaps.
Ted leaned against the fence of the cemetery, hanging his shirt over one of the rails. He looked at Heather, and there was a curious expression in his eyes. Had he been thinking about her? she wondered. The way she'd been thinking about him? Though she hadn't meant to, of course . . .
She came closer, not sure what was going to happen next. Something told Heather that it could very easily happen, but that was crazy. Real people didn't just look at each other and then rip off their clothes and fuck, did they? Wasn't that something reserved strictly for porno movies?
"Mitchie was right," he said. "You really are gorgeous."
Well! He came to the point, didn't he? Heather looked away, dancing her fingertips along the fence rail. His hand touched hers. She looked up at him. "I'm not really into men at the moment," she said. "I'm divorced, a messy divorce, and I'm trying to raise two kids. Maybe we should think about being good neighbors instead."
He came closer, sliding his ass down the rail toward her. She could have pulled her hand loose, turned, and run like hell. She was a first class runner, wasn't she? But he was just as fast. He'd have caught her eventually. Wouldn't he? Ted put his hand on the small of her back and turned Heather to face him. She held her breath as he brought his face down toward hers, and then she was standing on tiptoes, and their lips merged. She could taste the sweat on his mouth.
She liked it.
He had his tongue in her mouth before she could stop him. Jesus, was this any way to get settled into a new house, a new life? To be fucking the next door neighbor? But they weren't fucking yet. Yet. Oh, God, she thought, oh, holy God! Her belly touched his, and through the sweat pants he wore she could feel the shape of his cock. Oh, shit! Did the thing have an end? Her groin rubbed him, and all she could feel down there was prick! And it wasn't even stiff!
Heather settled down onto the balls of her feet. She didn't know what to say.
"I love your tits," Ted told her, putting his hands on the unmistakable bulges beneath her jersey. She closed her eyes as he caressed them, feeling every inch of the mounds. Even with the bra and shirt on, she could feel the warmth of his hands.
Her nipples were stiff and aching, almost raw against the fabric of the bra. She hadn't been with a man in almost two years, not since she had divorced her husband. He'd gone to LA with a nineteen year old; she and the kids had not seen or heard from him since. Heather had sublimated her needs with physical exercise, but as Ted's hands massaged her full, round tits, she began to think about a different kind of workout.
"Mitchie told you I was gorgeous," she whispered. "Did she also tell you I looked like a pushover?" Something in her still resisted. Or did she just wish not to seem too easy?
Ted kissed her again. "Your eyes told me you wouldn't be afraid to say yes, to the right man, at the right time, in the right place." She lifted her arms as he pulled the jersey over her head, dropped it to the ground. His arms encircled her, fingers seeking the bra clasp. He released it, the cups fell free, and her big tits came spilling out, the round brown nipples already sticking out a mile. He leaned Heather back against the fence, licking her face while his hand squeezed a bare throbbing tit.
"Oh, God," Heather gasped.
"Let's get more comfortable," he suggested, taking her hand. She followed him through the gate, into the old cemetery. She knew he was going to fuck her. I feel sixteen again, she thought, repressing a giggle. But it was broad daylight, not the dark of night, and she was forty, not sixteen, and this time she felt no fear, no dread, no uncertainty as to how it would be. She was a woman, and she was going to get herself fucked.
"Right here." They stopped by a low, flat topped tombstone. Martha Wallace, 18111889. Ted pulled down his sweat pants, placed them atop the stone. Heather could not hold back a whistle at the sight of him, wearing only his shoes and bulging jock. There was nothing pasty or wimpy about Ted Weaver, and as he slid his jock down, she knew fucking well he wasn't gay, either. His stiffening prick bounced free, an incredible creation that made her gasp in admiration.
"Oh, God, it's gorgeous!" she said, taking it in her hand. There was no question now. She was going to fuck him.
He sat her down on the stone, the sweat pants protecting her ass. She hardly knew that he had removed her own pants and panties, that she was out here in broad daylight, in the woods, stark naked but for her Nikes, with a man she had not even met two hours ago, and her cunt lips were sticky with sudden, uncontrollable lust. He knelt on the ground, opened her legs, and moved his face into her cunt.
Doing it in the cemetery didn't bother Heather. She felt stirring new life begin to sizzle inside her cunt as Ted's tongue parted her cunt lips and started to lick up and down, between them. She knew that her cunt juices were already flowing, that he must be savoring the most secret flavors of her femininity, and she could only gasp, "Oh, yes, God, lick me there! Lick my cunt!" One of her legs curled around his neck, heel rubbing his back.
His tongue fluttered wildly back and forth across the button of her clit. She had a big one; it looked like a tiny cock when it was fully aroused. Oh, shit, her clit was coming up now, big, swollen; she could feel it growing magically under the ministrations of Ted's mouth. "Yes, do that," she encouraged, running her fingers through his curly, dark blond hair. "Suck it, please, suck my clit, ooohhh, yesssss!"
Then his mouth left her cunt and she felt his lips kissing their way up her stomach, between the full hang of her large tits. As his head rose, so did his hands. He cupped her responsive tits as his lips touched her chin, slid up onto her mouth. Heather's head went back and she opened her lips to his tongue. It entered her mouth, and she tasted on it the tangy flavors of her aroused cunt. She sucked hard, slurping her own tastes off him, and she lifted her chest, thrusting those full, round tits into his clutching hands. The tip of his cock was flicking her lower belly, just above the dark triangle of cunt bush. She reached down, grabbed it in both hands, Christ, it took both her hands to do justice to that fantastic, incredibly big cock of Ted's!
She worked her fists up and down, just stroking him, feeling the magnificent power contained in his rigid cock pole. He was thrillingly, achingly hard, a club like erection of the sort she had sometimes fantasized over but had never dreamed of meeting in the flesh. She thought of her own cunt, snug and celibate after two years of inaction. Oh, shit! Would she even be able to take this cock into herself? She wasn't sure. The fucker felt as if it were still growing, stretching the grip of her fists. Did they really make pricks this big? But Mitchie was proof that Ted had gotten it into at least one woman, and if Mitchie's mother had been able to take this cock, so could Heather Howard.
"Yes," she panted into his open, kissing mouth, "yes, I want to do it all!"
His lips slid from hers, smacking, a long dribbling trail of saliva stretching from Heather's mouth to Ted's as his face descended again. He was going after her tits! She moaned, sucked in her breath, and her tits lifted high, to meet his mouth. Ted's lips closed upon a stiff brown nipple and sucked, pulled, nursed. Looking down, she could see her nipple elongating, as if it were made of rubber. His lips tightened, and he sucked hard, and she felt as if milk were gushing from her tit, into his mouth. She pulled him to her tit, while one of her hands continued to manipulate and fondle his relentlessly stiff prick.
"You're doing it all," she sighed, rubbing his head and cock. "Let me have a turn, will you, please?"
Ted lifted his face from sucking at her tit. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, "but I didn't really mind. I love your body. I want to fuck all of it, every part of you. Your sweet cunt, your hot tits, your purring mouth. I want to ball your asshole, your armpits, even fuck you between the toes."
Heather's eyes enlarged. "I love it when you talk dirty," she confessed. "But how can you fuck me in the armpits? Or between the toes?"
"We'll find a way," he promised, standing up straight.
Her hand still held his cock; her hand lifted as he rose. She looked at the giant prick clutched in her fist, gave it a tug, pulled him closer. As he stepped toward Heather, she leaned forward from her perch on the flat gravestone's top. She took his cock in both hands, rubbed it all over her face, all over her tits. The heat of his erection was almost searing where it touched her flesh.
She squeezed her tits together around his cock shaft, burying his cock between her D cups. He began to thrust gently, his long cock bobbing up and down. His cock touched her chin. She tilted her head forward, allowed his cock to brush her lips. They parted on the second touch and when he thrust again, she trapped his cock and began to suck.
Oh, Christ! she thought, struggling, straining, barely able to lodge his cock in her mouth. His cock was so big, so fucking big . . . but she'd suck it, or she'd die in the attempt. Her lips stretched, she abandoned the attempt to smother him between her tits, and she devoted both hands to rubbing the six or seven inches of stiff cock that absolutely refused to find room in Heather's wet mouth.
The flow of her saliva was astonishing. Drool flowed from her lips as she sucked and slobbered on Ted's prick.
"Love it, love your cock," she whispered, allowing it to pop out of her mouth while she worked her lips up and down the stiff cock pole.
"It loves you," Ted grinned, feeding his cock into her mouth. His hands got busy on her tits, pulling and milking at the stiff brown nipples until Heather almost choked with his cock pounding into her throat. She was sucking hard, and a big portion of Ted's cock was able to enter her mouth easily.
He was gentle where she wanted, rougher where she needed; he seemed to know exactly how to kiss, how to touch, how to handle her, at every turn. A man like this could do anything he wanted with a woman and leave her moaning, begging for more. Heather wondered how it would be to feel that way again, and she found herself tingling with anticipation. She slid her wet lips off his spit covered cock.
"Oh, God, I think I'm gonna bust if you don't fuck me right now!"
"I was hoping you might feel like that," said Mitchie's father.
He lifted her off the tombstone. For a moment she thought he might lay her atop one of the graves, but fortunately he didn't. Instead, he spread his sweatshirt and pants on the ground, nearer the fence, and eased Heather down onto them, on her side. He lay down facing her. His cock slid between her thighs, rubbing insistently back and forth, stroking the cleft of her cunt, rubbing again and again at the swollen, fat bud of Heather's clit. She squeezed her legs together, trapping him there, and his body merged with hers on the ground. His hands cupped and mauled her tits, giving them exactly as rough a workout as she was yearning for, and she wiggled herself back and forth along the frigging length of his cock.
"Put your cock in me," she insisted, kissing him. "Put your Goddamn cock in and fuck me, will you? You've gotten me so hot, I have to be fucked or I'm going to die!"
"I've never killed a woman yet." Ted grinned. "And least of all by not fucking her when she needed it. Loosen your legs, Heather , my cock is coming in!"
She unclenched her thighs, gasping with sheer joy as he rubbed his cock in the mouth of her cunt. "Yes! There! Oh, God, that's it!" she shrieked as he entered her, his prick thrusting deep and hard on the first stroke.
She'd been worried about her tightness, but she had no need to fear. The walls of her cunt yielded graciously, and there was only a supremely pleasant feeling of being stuffed full as his cock buried itself to the nuts in her more than ready cunt.
Her leg wrapped around his, and she threw her head and shoulders back as her body began to rock and shake in the motion of fucking. Her cunt sheathed and unsheathed his throbbing cock, sucking him home, he had hardly anything to do in this fuck; Heather was doing it all.
But she could feel a momentum building in the cock that plugged her cunt, and then they were fucking together, Ted giving her as good as she gave him. "Oh, that's better," she whispered, letting the rhythm sweep over her body. She leaned further back, to make her cunt squeeze that much more tightly against his cock. "Harder, please," she insisted. "My cunt won't break if you fuck it hard. Might surprise you just what my cunt will do, if you fuck it hard. Oh, God, where did you ever get that cock? It's so fucking big. Lucky for you I'm an old hand. You'd kill a young girl with this cock, mister!"
Did something she said rattle him? For a moment he had the most curious look on his face, as if he were on the verge of cracking up, but the expression passed, and then he was staring into her eyes with his own and fucking the shit out of her with that long fat prick, and Heather was about to scream from the excitement of this mad, unplanned fuck.
She reached down, fingers seeking her clit, but he beat her to the punch. The shivery, sensitive organ was at full mast, sticking up half an inch, easily, a little pink bud of dynamite. His fingers rubbed her clit. She covered his hand with her own, forced him down onto the aching clit, and together they frigged and rubbed Heather's clit while her cunt gulped and gobbled at his driving cock.
So deep, so fucking deep! Her belly heaved each time he hit bottom, and she couldn't wait for him to penetrate her again. He had great control. If his cock had slipped out of her, caused her to miss a single plunge of that fantastic hammer, she'd have died on the spot.
"I'm gonna come," Heather assured him. "Oh, fuck me, baby, really fuck me, don't just fuck around, fuck my hot cunt, yeah, fuck it, ooohhh, what a wonderful word! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! ! I love to say it, love to do it, love to do it with you . . . Christ, yes, put it in me, don't stop fucking, keep fucking my cunt, fuck my clit with your fingers, yes, just like that, just , like, thaaaaattttt!"
Fire seemed to consume Heather, beginning at her big clit but spreading throughout her body in the space of a heartbeat. She didn't know if this was her hottest climax ever, but it was goddamned sure the hottest one she was having at this moment, and she screamed with the energy of her release.
Again his cock slammed into her cunt, driving furiously, burying its swollen length in Heather, and her cunt went wild around him. Fulfillment! Sweet fucking fulfillment! She felt the second orgasm hit her, then the third, then a fourth. She'd never come this many times in a single fuck before.
He rode with her, all through the blistering release of her orgasm, and, Christ in heaven, his cock was still hard! As her senses began to return, Heather could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his cock a giant root of lust. She looked at his face. His eyes were half shut, and he was straining massively, obviously on the verge of a release of his own.
"In my mouth," she gasped. "I want your cum in my mouth!"
"Take it, baby," he cried hoarsely, pulling her face toward the gigantic red lance of his cock. "I want my cum in your mouth, too!"
She swooped down over him, tasting the raw, cunty flavor of her orgasmic cunt all over his prick. Her tongue lapped madly around his stiff cock rod, eating her cunt juices off his flesh, coaxing him to give her his own juices. She grabbed his balls, steered the tip of his prick to her lips. Just as his cock touched her face, it began to squirt, the cum blasting from him in thick white jolts. "Yesss!" she cried, feeling his cum gush into her face, coating her skin with sticky delight.
Her mouth found his ejaculating cock knob, and she fed his cum onto her tongue, slurping it down her throat, relishing the meaty taste of Ted Weaver's jism. Her hand jerked furiously on his cock shaft, urging him to give her more, more, more!
She sucked his cock dry, licking her lips, eating the cum off his cock. There was more of it, gobs of the stuff that had blasted into her face. She scooped it off her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids, fed that into her mouth and ate it too. Again she fed his cock into her mouth, again she worked her fist on his now shrinking cock. A final bubble of cum oozed onto her tongue, and that was it. His cock was dry. His cock was soft. She kissed his prick, down to his balls, licked her lips to make sure she had gotten all her tongue could reach, and then she crawled up to he beside him.
"You were incredible," he said.
"When you fuck a girl with that thing, she knows she's been fucked, baby! Tell me, if it doesn't make me sound too much like a hot cunty bitch, how long does it take that cock to get ready for the second round?"
"It's almost eight," he said apologetically. "I have a health spa to run, and if my memory serves me well, you have a job too." He tipped her chin back, kissed her hotly, with lots and lots of tongue. "Tell you what. Why don't we have dinner this evening and maybe see what comes up after that?"
"What about the kids?"
"We're neighbors. Brooke can invite Mitchie to sleep over tonight. We'll have the house to ourselves. Listen, I still want to fuck your armpits, and between your toes, and several other places that I can think of."
"You've convinced me," she replied. "Now, if that fucking didn't totally take away your wind, let's get dressed. I'll race you back to our houses, and then I'll race through the rest of the day, just dreaming about what we're gonna be doing after business hours. Okay, stud?"
CHAPTER SIX
"For Christ's sake, Brooke, you act like you're jealous or something!" Mitchie said crossly, lifting her face from Brooke's black fleeced cunt bush. There was a hair on the end of her tongue. She picked it off. "I thought you'd be happy we have the chance to spend some time together, you know?"
"Just being silly, I guess," Brooke replied, but she didn't sound sincere.
Mitchie shook her head, then returned her tongue to the mysteries of Brooke's hot young cunt.
She scraped her tongue up and down the cunt slit, tickling the lips, pushing it between them, into the yummy interior. But Brooke wasn't as hot tonight as she'd been last night, and her cunt didn't taste nearly as fruity fragrant. Come on, cunt juices, flow! Mitchie commanded silently, wiggling her tongue in Brooke's cunt crack. Brooke just sighed and lay there.
What I should do, Mitchie thought, is go downstairs and re-fuck Brian. Bet he'd be interested in having Mitchie's face in his hot young crotch. That limber cock of his would be standing up and grinning at the very idea of getting near her tongue again.
Deception was such a bitch. Neither of the Howard kids knew that their mom had gotten her buns fucked off by Mitchie's dad. Mitchie knew, of course. Her daddy had told her all about it over breakfast, and Mrs. Howard had done such a knockout job of cleaning his pipes that he didn't even have a semi stiff for Mitchie to suck on before he left for the health spa. Brooke might wonder what her mom and Ted Weaver were up to on this evening's date, but Mitchie had the full Technicolor image. She just wished she were a little mouse hiding in the corner so she could watch them going at it.
Mitchie put her finger in Brooke's cunt and screwed it around. Didn't the bitch have any responses left? Or was she just refusing to get involved in anything that didn't feature a ten inch cock? Dumb slut! Sure, it was absolute heaven getting fucked by a cock that knew the score, but two hot girls could have a shitload of fun with each other, if the one with long dark hair would just fucking cooperate a little! With a bit of a snarl, Mitchie removed her finger.
"I have to go pee," she said, wrapping herself in a robe and heading for the door.
Daddy was obviously planning on fucking Mrs. Howard all night. Hence her sleepover at the Howards', next door. Sitting on the pot, she glanced out the bathroom window. No lights on up at the Weaver house, so they hadn't gotten back yet. It was gonna be a long fucking night, if Brooke wasn't in the mood for fun and games. What did that leave Mitchie? Musing, she began to twiddle her cut while she pissed, stroking just to keep her own fires at the low simmer point she preferred. What to do, what to do?
"Well, why not?" she said aloud, standing up and wiping herself. If Brooke wanted to lie around in a snit because the old folks were out on a date, there was damned sure something else to play with in this house. She wrapped her robe around and went down to the basement den.
"Hi, kid," she said, flopping onto the couch beside Brian. "I've missed you," she sighed. "Have you missed me?"
"Not really. You acted like you didn't know me, all afternoon and evening. Like some stuck up bitch. 'Ooohh, Brookie this', and 'Ooohh, Brookie that.' I guess you found out what a turd Brooke is, in real life, huh?"
"She's nice," Mitchie defended, "but she doesn't feel good right now and I thought I'd let her get some rest. And make sure you didn't get any, you horny little bastard!" And with that, she made a grab for the crotch of his jeans, giggling as she filled her fist with his cock and nuts.
"See, your cock still remembers me. Getting hard already. Let me undo this zipper, mmm hmmm, and let's pull your cock out, oooh, he's fighting, wants to do it all by himself, huh? Well, hi, there!" She fisted his exposed cock.
She slid over onto Brian's lap, holding his stiff prick in one hand, tousling his sandy hair with the other. "Are you gonna be an asshole too?" she challenged. "What do you want me to do, kid, go down on your cock in front of your mom and sister, just to prove I'm still your buddy? Be honest. Isn't sex more fun when you have to sneak around a little to get it?"
His eyes sparkled. She knew she had him now. "Unfold my robe," she added. "Got a surprise inside for you. Ta da! It's me, all of me. Don't you want to play with my perfect tits again? You really enjoyed it yesterday. Couldn't keep your tongue off the little pink fuckers, could we? Go on. Lick my nipples again. I'll cry if you don't, and I won't let you put this hard hot prick in my mouth or my cunt."
Mmmmmm! That was nice! He cupped her tits, and his tongue was out well before he got his face near enough to lick. And after licking, he sucked, too, sucked nicely. Her hand moved knowingly on the hard shaft of his cock, and the robe slipped completely off her. She rocked, astraddle his lap, and his face moved from one tit to the other, back and forth, licking till her itchy nipples were throbbing and stiff with arousal.
"Do you ever look at your mom or your sister when they're naked?" Mitchie asked, out of the blue. Brian looked up, startled, and he nodded before he could catch himself. "Your mom has dynamite tits, I have to admit. Like 'em better than mine?" He shook his head, after a telltale hesitation. "Good kid! Always tell the one you're with that she's the best. And sometimes, like right now, she really is the best, mmmm?"
Ideas were starting to form in Mitchie's head, wicked ideas but so goddamned exciting they made her cunt dribble. Why should her evening be spoiled because Brooke was in a snit, anyway? And why should Brookie have to mope around as if the last cock in the world had suddenly gone soft on? There was a perfectly serviceable cock in Mitchie's own hand right now. It wasn't as big as her daddy's, and not as experienced, but she had fucked it just yesterday, and she knew it could deliver the goods.
"I have an idea," she said, "that might be fun for all three of us. You wanna hear it?"
"You fall in?" Brooke asked, not very concernedly, as Mitchie reentered the bedroom, the robe dropping from her shoulders. "Look," she went on, "I know I'm being silly. Just because our parents went out for dinner doesn't mean . . . I mean, oh, come on over here and I'll suck that darling little clit of yours till you whimper!"
"Only if I can sit on your face," Mitchie replied. "I feel dominant and bitchy tonight. Mmmmmm, you don't take much persuading, do you? Well, here it comes, baby!" She squatted above Brooke's head, facing toward Brooke's feet. Her ass settled down, guided by Brooke's welcoming hands, and a wet tongue began to anoint her cunt lips with saliva. "Yeah," Mitchie purred, "oooohhh, do it just that way, baby! Lick my hot cunt! Let me feel your tongue all the way up my cunt hole!"
As she wriggled atop Brooke's face, she leaned head and shoulders forward and allowed her fingers to run through the dark curls of Brooke's cunt bush. The hair crinkled as she stroked it, but the more she rubbed, the damper, stickier, the cunt lips became. She coated her hand in the gathering dewiness, rubbed it into the hairs until they were also moist.
Yes, that sweet little clit was sticking up now, and Mitchie knew that her own was equally aroused, stirred to life by the wicked pressure of Brooke's tongue. And just think, only yesterday the girl had never licked a cunt in her life!
"Pretty little cunt," she sighed, totally sincere. Her finger parted the petal like lips, slipped inside. Brooke squirmed, moaned softly into Mitchie's cunt. Mitchie thrust herself down upon Brooke's face a bit more firmly, allowing the soft purring sound to resonate through her entire cunt. She looked at the door. It was half open, and Brian was standing in the crack, staring at his sister and her friend, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. He had I his jeans unzipped already, and he was stroking his cock in amazement. Mitchie wiggled a finger at him. Get in here, boy! she mouthed.
"Like my fingers in your cunt?" she asked Brookie, who just moaned again. "Maybe I'll put a couple more in you, mmm, ream you out good and proper, mmmm?" Mmmmm, indeed! to judge from the excited giggle beneath Mitchie's cunt lips. Okay! Mitchie slipped another finger in, spreading Brooke's tender cunt lips, assuring herself the cunt was juicy all the way up. Oh, yeah, it was juicy! By the time she had her index, middle, and ring fingers up Brooke, the dark haired teen was wiggling her little ass like crazy.
Brian had tiptoed over to the bed by now. Mitchie was startled when she looked up and saw him standing there; she'd been so engrossed in finger fucking Brooke that she'd almost forgotten Brooke's kid brother.
No need to ask if he liked what he saw. His eyes were on the naked Mitchie, face riding the equally naked Brooke, on Brooke's cunt, pulled open and stuffed full of Mitchie's three fingers, which glistened with the cunt juices Brooke was leaking so abundantly. The smell of them was unmistakable. Mitchie's head swam in delight from the aroma, and Brian obviously liked it too. His cock was stiffer, if possible, than it had been yesterday for Mitchie, and he was stroking it excitedly. Slow down, Mitchie told him with her eyes. Save it for the real thing! You may never need to whack off again.
Like, what could be more convenient? Brian loved to fuck, and so did Brooke. Why shouldn't they learn that they could do it with each other and save a lot of frustration and jerking off? And Mitchie was just about to show them!
"Lemme take these out a sec," she told Brooke, riding down even harder on Brooke's wiggling tongue and kissing lips. The only thing Brookie could see right now was cunt. C'mon, Mitchie's finger told Brian. Get over here! "I'm gonna put them back in, baby," she said, "and this time I'm gonna finger fuck you so deep you'll scream!"
One of Brooke's legs was hanging over the edge of the bed, and her cunt was totally exposed, totally ready. Brian tiptoed into position, guided by Mitchie's enthusiastic nods. He leaned over his prone sister and Mitchie grabbed his cock, pulled it to the mouth of Brooke's cunt.
"Here goes," Mitchie said, giggling. Brian's cock sank into his sister's cunt, and the bed rocked as he thrust hard.
"Whathefug . . . " Brooke gasped, words muffled by cunt. She had to know this was no finger shoving up her cunt. She pushed at Mitchie's ass, and the cute blonde teen slid off her friend's face. Brooke sat up in terror, watching as her brother's cock stabbed into her wet cunt and his body crushed down upon hers, knocking her flat again.
"You fucking little brat!" she squealed. "Get your cock outta meee!"
"No way, Sis," Brian panted, rocking hard atop Brooke. "Oh, shit, fuck, this is so great! You're so hot and tight and wet! Jesus, fuck, where's the bottom of your cunt? Oh! That's it!"
"Oh, Christ!" Brooke gasped, stiffening. "That sure is!" She looked up at his face, inches above hers, as if she had never seen him before.
Mitchie was lying beside them, on her belly. She patted Brian's ass, fingered his balls. "I seem to make a habit out of this," she mused softly. "Watching somebody else get fucked." She shook her head, then leaned into kiss Brooke's lips. When her mouth was wet, she turned to Brian, kissing him, and then all three mouths came together.
The bed rocked as Brian began to fuck his sister. "Yes, yes," Brooke moaned beneath him, helped along by the knowing caress of Mitchie's hands on her hot young tits. "This is sick, but I love it," she confessed.
"It doesn't feel bad from here, either," Brian agreed. "Wow, Mitchie, you were right! Brooke isn't such a turd after all!"
"And you might not be all that bratty, either," Brooke sighed. "Ooohh, where did you get that hard cock, little brother? If I'd known you had something like that, I might have tried this myself, a long time ago!"
Fuck you would, Mitchie thought. You both needed me to give you the push. And speaking of push . . .
"Okay, kid," she told Brian, slapping him abruptly on the ass. "Pile off her and onto me."
Brooke groaned in disappointment as her brother's cock jerked out of her cunt and he rolled off her body, onto Mitchie.
"Hi, neighbor." Mitchie grinned as Brian mounted her, and she reached down to guide his cock into her equally wet cunt. He thrust hard, deep, and true, and she moaned in undisguised pleasure as his cock stabbed home.
Her legs enfolded him, and she pulled him into her cunt's sucking heat. His belly rubbed hers when he was deepest, and his cock head wobbled inside her cunt lips when he jerked back to punch her again. She clutched his ass, tickling, pinching, and he was giving her some new twists she hadn't taught him the other day by the pool.
"What about me?" Brooke said petulantly. "I want some more, and I'll fan your little ass if I don't get it, brat!"
"You'll have to suck it," Mitchie declared. "Eat my cunt juices off his prick. Hey, Brian, would you like to stick your cock in your sister's mouth? Mmmmmm, I'll just bet you would, you horny little fucker! Okay, you just he back, and let us do the work for a while. Mmmmmm, I remember how good your cock tasted when I sucked it, and I know I want to eat it again. C'mon, Brookie, let's suck some cock!"
Brookie didn't have to be asked twice. Brian got off, and out of, Mitchie, and almost before he could settle onto his back, Brooke was in his crotch, her mouth covering the end of his stiff cock rod.
"Oh, shit, Sis! Where did you learn to do that?" Brian grabbed her head, tried to fuck all of his cock into her mouth. She wasn't nearly ready for such an energetic approach, but Brooke was game enough, and, Mitchie decided, she had a pretty cute way of sucking cock, her full soft lips moving avidly up and down Brian's cock.
Brian stared at Mitchie. "I couldn't believe it when you told me you and Brooke were eating each other, but look at her now! Look at her eating my cock!"
"Well." Brooke shrugged. "The least you can do, kid brother, is to lick my tits. Get your mouth open and your tongue out!"
Mitchie really craved a shot of cum in her mouth, and she craved it more avidly, the longer she sucked her way up and down Brian's cock. She knew Brookie had never yet experienced the thrill of having a cock explode in her mouth. Maybe she should save the treat for her new friend? Okay, she thought, pulling her lips away with a big smack. Brookie it is!
"Hey, you," she called, while Brookie purred and trilled as Brian sucked her proud little tits. "Don't you want another taste of this thing?"
"Far fucking out," Brooke giggled. "Leggo my nipples, brat! I'm gonna suck your cock again."
And she turned around, throwing herself onto Brian's crotch, hands and mouth making straight for his erection. While she gobbled the big, red cock knob, Mitchie devoted herself to licking his balls and working her tongue below them, toward Brian's asshole. He squirmed a little when she touched him there, shoving his cock deeper still into his sister's hot mouth. Mitchie licked him again for good measure, then replaced her tongue with her finger. It poked at his tight asshole, but he was sweating like crazy, all down his ass crack, and she felt the muscles of his asshole begin to yield. She jabbed her finger straight into his ass.
"Owww!" he yelled, almost leaping straight into the air.
His cock shoved into Brooke's mouth and for what seemed an eternity she was kissing his balls.
"Oh, wow," Brian said, relaxing a little, his cock sliding wetly from his sister's mouth. Brookie gasped in relief, but she didn't stop sucking. Her head moved down, and she took him noticeably deeper this time. See? Mitchie told herself. Just a little nudge is all it takes.
Mitchie finger fucked Brian a couple more times, stabbing him at unpredictable intervals, just for the fun of watching him jerk and stuff his cock into Brooke's mouth. But she realized that she was also frigging her clit, and damn it, she hadn't come here to jack off! "Someone's gonna have to eat my cunt," she announced dramatically. "And since Brooke's mouth is occupied, I guess you're elected, tiger!"
And with that she straddled Brian's face and sat on it, smothering him with her wet cunt. He didn't know much about eating cunt, but he was cute and eager, and there was no reason he couldn't learn. His tongue seemed to have a natural affinity for her clit anyway; it kept whipping back and forth across the hungry clit button, and she kept pushing herself down, urging him for more. "Yeah," she said, "eat me, baby, eat it alllll!"
Mitchie was in a great position now. She leaned forward, kissing Brooke's cheek and eyelid. The dark haired girl turned slightly, still sucking, but she lifted her lips a trifle and gave Mitchie some room to lick Brian's cock. "Let's do him together," Mitchie suggested.
Brooke's lips lifted off Brian's cock, and the two girls started in unison, licking from the base of his prick to the top. Their tongues arrived simultaneously, dueled back and forth across the cock crown. Brooke pushed his cock toward Mitchie, who gave it a quick, fluttering suck, then shoved it back into Brooke's mouth.
And Brian kept that tongue of his going like wildfire on Mitchie's cunt! He was in her cunt, fucking her, and she loved it, but she wanted him on her clit, and she told him so. Chastened, he fixed his lips to her clit and started sucking, and Mitchie began to go wild.
"Ooohhh," she screamed, "yes, just like that, you bad bad boy! Who taught you to eat cunt so sweetly, mmmmm?"
Brooke was sucking his cock now, really sucking it. Her head bobbed up and down. Mitchie grabbed Brian's prick, around the root, and she began to work her fist up and down, stroking his cock rhythmically as he twanged her clit with his mouth.
It's coming, she thought, nodding. She could feel the tension building in his cock, the excitement, the power about to spring forth. Brooke was still sucking. Mitchie giggled. Any second now! Yes, she felt his cock quiver in her fist, a tremor racing through his prick. Stroke his cock hard, Mitchie! Her fist bumped Brooke's sucking mouth; Brooke didn't seem to notice. Her lips were tight around the end of her brother's cock and she was sucking for dear life. Come on, Mitchie thought, come on, Brian! Squirt for me! Fill your big sister's mouth with your hot jism! You can do it, baby! Now, now, nowwwwwww!
"Ahhh!" Brooke gasped as the first jet shot into her mouth. It ran back down the cock shaft; she seemed not to know what to do with it.
"Swallow!" Mitchie squealed. "He's coming in your goddamn mouth! Eat his cum! Suck it down, Brookie! Every drop!"
She didn't have to tell the girl twice! Brooke's cheeks hollowed and her mouth raced up and down the ejaculating prick, as blast after blast of the salty cum poured into her. Her lips clung to his cock, and Mitchie thrilled to see the gulping motions of Brooke's throat as she drank down his offering. Oh, fuck! Mitchie sighed to herself, I wish it was me!
Then Mitchie began to come. Her clit did a flipflop without warning, and down came her cunt, smashing onto Brian's sucking face. She rocked and rolled out her own orgasm, smearing her cunt juices all over him. He tongue fucked her all the way through it, lapping at her for more of the sweet hot cunt juices, and he was still tongue fucking her when she gasped, "Oh, no, wait, I need to come down, goddamn it!" and rolled off his face with a heavy sigh of pleasure.
Brooke's head lifted slowly from Brian's cock which had gone soft in her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, let both of them see the white coating of his cum. "It's fantastic," she said. "It tastes kinda like Perrier."
"You're full of shit," Mitchie said, cracking up.
"No, really," Brooke insisted, crawling to Mitchie. She slid her greasy tongue into Mitchie's mouth, transferring some of the cum.
"Well, sort of, I guess," Mitchie confessed, and both girls cracked up. Beside them, Brian was playing anxiously with his prick, trying to jerk new life into his cock. "Oh, slow down, baby," Mitchie said, replacing his hand with her own. "We've got all night. Besides, you might hurt yourself getting stiff again too soon."
"Fuck, too! How come whenever I whack off, the damn thing is hard all over again, before I can even get the last load wiped off?"
"Over sexed little prick," Mitchie said, winking at Brooke. "I think it must run in your family."
"My family?" Brooke said. "Well, I'm not the one who's fucking my own father!" She realized what she had said, but it was too late. Brian was sitting upright, goggle eyed. Obviously he'd been listening.
"You fuck your own dad?" he asked.
"I fucked him, too," Brooke said. "He's got a cock this long. And that thick!" She was only exaggerating a little.
"You didn't have any trouble coming with this cute cock up your cunt," Mitchie pointed out, stroking Brian's cock. She could feel life flowing in his cock, for sure. To be honest, there was some life flowing in Mitchie, too. She'd never talked about herself and Ted with anyone before, and it kinda turned her on to know that it was exciting both Brooke and Brian. "Sure, we fuck," she said. "But it's nothing serious. Just sport fucking. Like the three of us are doing."
Brian's eyes narrowed. "What do you think he and Mom are up to, tonight?"
"I bet he's fucking Mom right now," Brooke sighed. "I bet he just showed her that big gorgeous cock and she dropped her panties."
"No," Brian protested, but something about the idea must have hit him. His prick was rigid in Mitchie's stroking fist. Despite the fucking he'd dished into his sister, despite the sticky gallon of cum he'd shot into her mouth, his cock was as stiff as ever and the eager pulsation flowed through his cock shaft.
Mitchie released his cock. She left the bed, walked to the window. From here she could see an upstairs light on, at the Weaver house. Well, she thought, the only reason to go upstairs is to fuck. Daddy probably did have Mrs. Howard's pants off and his cock up her cunt. You know, Mitchie told herself, it is kind of a kicky idea.
Like, the plan was for her to stay here at Brooke's house tonight, giving the old folks a clear run at Daddy's water bed. And she could find plenty to occupy her, here at the Howards', but the Howard kids seemed to have other things on their minds.
And the only person involved who wasn't, by now, in on the whole business was Mrs. Howard. Was it really fair to keep her in the dark? Should the four of them have to live a lie just for her sake?
"You know," Mitchie said, turning to the bed where the Howard kids were busy talking in soft voices and stroking each other's naked, hot young bodies, "this seems to be my big night for crazy ideas . . . "
CHAPTER SEVEN
Heather Howard had never been fucked on a water bed before. And she had never gone to dinner with a man and spent the entire evening feeling his cock under the table, pulling his hand through the slit of her dress so that he could discover she was wearing no panties, that her cunt was ready, open, and wet for his caresses. She didn't even remember what they'd eaten at the restaurant; her mind had been on what she would be eating after dinner.
Well, the kids were all over at her house, probably watching television or playing Trivial Pursuit or head phoned into cassette players blasting out Bruce Springsteen. They could amuse themselves for the evening. It was mom's turn for a little amusement, and as she stood by the bed, rocking it, watching the surface ripple and quiver, her cunt juices were already leaking down her legs in anticipation. That crazy fuck in the old cemetery had whetted her appetite.
Ted was fixing drinks. But Heather was already half drunk with desire. She touched the low neckline of her dress, stroked the upper curves of her 36 D's, felt the nipples erecting inside her bra. Her hands raced to the buttons. No! She'd wait till he came back up with the drinks, and then she'd strip for him.
"Thought you'd forgotten me," she said as he entered the bedroom, carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher. He put it down on the bedstand and came to Heather, taking her into his arms. She leaned over as he began to kiss her.
He released her, stepped back, undid the buttons of his shirt. He was bare under it; she liked that, liked the sight of his chest hair, not a lot of it, but enough for Heather's taste. Heather untied the belt around her waist. Her dress unwrapped with it, but she held it closed for a moment, dancing to imaginary music, teasing him with fleeting glimpses of her body. Suddenly she flung it open, let it fall behind her, off her.
All she had underneath were her black lace bra, sheer enough for her stiffened nipples to show through, and matching black stockings. He knew that already. He'd had his hand on her bare cunt through most of dinner. He'd had his cock in it for the finer part of the morning. But that had been impulse. This was something she'd been looking forward to, all day, and it would make their first fuck seem like a clumsy hand-job.
"I want to see your cock," she said, strutting toward him in her bra, stockings, and black heels. She knew it made her look trashy and slutty, dressed this way, walking this way, and something told her Ted would really appreciate it. As if he needed any help to be turned on! She stood before him, head tilted, and she made a sudden grab at his cock. Her hand filled with his equipment. "Is that what you fucked me with this morning?" she asked. "Doesn't feel as if it's up to a second round."
She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled the pants down his thighs, to his ankles, removed them. Then she went back for his shorts. "I think I fucked you dry this morning," she said haughtily. "Look how soft your cock is. You'll never do any good with that limp prick!"
"Maybe you could help it," he suggested.
"Oh, fucking hell, could I!" Heather giggled, feeling all of eighteen, not forty. She dropped to her knees without a second thought, filled her hands with his soft cock.
She sucked and licked and slurped at the soft mass of his prick. There was a smooth, inviting taste to his flesh; she loved it. Her mouth slipped over the end of his dangling cock, and she worked her lips back and forth, washing his cock rod with the hot flowing saliva, loving his limpness with her tongue.
The taste told her, even before the stiffening registered, that she was arousing him. God, she loved to start a cock soft and suck it hard!
"Yes, I'm getting hard," he said, stroking her hair. His cock began to lengthen and stiffen, and there was no fucking way she could keep it in her mouth now. She gave good head, or so she'd always been told, but her mouth could only hold so much, and he had enough for her to suck twice or three times. The stiffer he got, the closer toward the cock head her lips drew. Her head moved almost desperately on the top four inches of Ted's prick, pulling him into her mouth for one hungry suck after another.
"Let's get on the bed," he whispered. "You're sucking the marrow out of my bones.
I don't know if I can stand here much longer with your mouth working me over like that." She knew he was flattering her more than she deserved, but she basked in the praise, rising with a beaming smile. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes.
He joined her on the bed, laying her down, slipping her tits out of the black bra. He seemed to love her tits, and he sucked the nipples as if he could never get enough. She had no complaints about his mouth, either.
"Love your body," he said. "It's fantastic."
"Do I look twenty?"
"You look forty," he said. "The greatest forty on earth." The way he said it made bubbles of dew froth in the crack of her cunt. "I want to eat your cunt," he added. "I love the way it tastes when you're turned on."
"Then eat it," she said, opening her legs, fingering her cunt to peel it open for his inspection. Inside the dark patch of hair her cunt was pink, juicy, glistening, her clit already standing at attention. She stroked the edge of her clit, biting her lip to keep from moaning in joy. This morning she'd been suddenly hot, suddenly eager, but she hadn't known what it would be like, fucking her new neighbor. Now she knew, and she was dying to have him on her, in her, fucking her, eating her, doing every goddamn thing under the sun to her aroused body.
He stretched out beside her, and she turned onto her side. His face edged into her cunt. His cock jutted toward her face. Heather took his cock in her hand as he began to lick her clit, and she squeezed passionately as the rush of feelings began to spread throughout her body. "That's the spot," she told him.
His prick throbbed inside her fist. He was fully erect now. She turned her face toward the blunt snout of his cock, leaning closer so she could rub it back and forth over her lips. His tongue was going back and forth on her cunt lips at the same moment. She felt as if she were getting it double, being taken by two men at once. She'd never done that, but all of a sudden it was as if she were doing it, and the idea sent hot images racing through her mind. His finger entered her cunt, fucking her hard, deep, and she opened her mouth to take in his cock. The fantasy intensified, nurtured by his fucking finger and the hot excited prick taste flowing across Heather's lapping tongue.
He kissed and sucked at her clit, mouthing it as it enlarged. She had a big one when it was aroused, and it was hot now, swelling under the caress of his lips. It was almost as big as the tip of her little finger at full extension, set above the mouth of her cunt like a hot, tingly nipple.
"Yes!" she moaned as he licked her again and again, his finger shoving in and out of her cunt.
Her groin jerked and thrust in response, cunt walls sliding back and forth over his finger, wishing it were his cock instead.
But she had his cock in her mouth, sucking it the way her cunt sucked his finger in and out. Again that double fucking fantasy! Heather closed her eyes and imagined that two men were screwing her simultaneously. Such a turn on, as if she fucking needed anything else to turn her on! Well, she thought firmly, swallowing as much of his fat cock as she could take in, it was not gonna be two years before she did this again. She wondered if Ted had plans for tomorrow evening. Or if he could get away from the spa for an afternooner. She wanted to suck and fuck his prick forever.
Her hand massaged the part of his cock rod she couldn't get into her mouth. There was plenty of that, too, and she stroked up and down the rigid cock tube, her lips sucking tightly, wetly, at the big swollen crown. A bubble of cum escaped from his cock slit, she knew she was doing a good job when she felt the unmistakable tang of his jism on the tip of her tongue, and for a moment she was terrified that she had done too good a job. She didn't want to suck him off so soon. She wanted to blow him a long time, and then fuck him a long time, blow him again, fuck him again. What had he said this morning? He craved to fuck her tits, her ass, her armpits, between her toes, everyplace on her body! Oh, yes, she thought in abandon, oh yes, yes, fucking yesssssss!
"Delicious," he said, raising his face from her cunt. She looked toward him, her mouth still full of his cock. "Let's do it all," he said, wriggling his prick from her lips. She released it reluctantly, sighing as it moved away from her. Ted rose to his knees, the bed swaying rhythmically under them. She loved doing it on a water bed. Heather reached down to cup and stroke her tingling, juicy cunt hole. Her finger slipped into the crack, pushing deeply, not as big, not as masterful as his finger had been inside her, but it seemed to soothe the sudden emptiness of her cunt while she waited for him to take her again.
Ted cupped her big, hard nippled tits. She moaned at his touch, sighed when he leaned in to suck her nipples again. "I want to fuck you here," he said, running his finger through the space between her D cups. "But first we have to take this thing off." She lifted her back, still diddling cunt with her finger, and he unhooked the lacy black bra. Her tits swayed as they were released, and then he straddled her prone body, laying his cock on the cleft between her tits. Heather looked down, saw his purplish cock knob and its crowning slit staring her in the face. "Oh, God Almighty," she said, "it's fucking gorgeous! Let me kiss it!"
And he thrust toward her mouth, her tongue stretching to meet him. She took her finger out of her cunt, put both hands on her tits, squeezed them together around his cock. The sense of friction was fantastic. He was still wet from her previous sucking, and sweat covered the globes of her tits as he began to fuck between them. Heat massed in her tits, seemed to spread through her body. Her tongue quivered now as it licked the thrusting end of his prick, and she knew that he could feel her vibrations too. She lowered her chin just a trifle, and as his cock shoved, she could wrap her lips around its blunt purplish knob. Her mouth clung to his cock, lips fluttering when he pulled back to come at her again, and she awaited him with an inviting tongue, her red lips pursed in desire.
His fingers pulled at her nipples while he fucked between her tits. Again and again the end Of his cock kissed her lips, again and again she swallowed that gleaming, wet cock knob, bending her face forward to take as much of him as she could stand. Her lips caressed his cock head, already shiny from her saliva and his own leaking pre-cum. Her throat hungered for the gush of his cum, but there was so much to do first. First she had to ride that cock, high and hard in her cunt.
"If you don't fuck me soon," she sighed, releasing his stiff cock knob, "I can't be responsible for my own actions. I may rape your ass off."
"Bet you could," he agreed as her tits fell away from his cock. The insides of her tits were red from the energetic rubbing of his prick. The wet tip of his cock slid down her belly, leaving a trail of moisture. God, had she been so wet mouthed while she was blowing him? Heather gulped, swallowing what felt like a gallon of drool. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, staring up at Ted, where he lightly stroked his thrusting cock. The sight of his hand on his cock made her want to replace them with her own.
"Save my armpit for later," she sighed, sitting up. "I need your cock in my cunt. I need it so badly."
She put her arms around his waist and rubbed her body against his, letting him feel every inch of her. The big D cup tits heaved dramatically. If he didn't know she was fully aroused, he had no business being in bed with a woman. But he knew. God, that rigid cock told her that he knew!
He lay down, the bed moving responsively under them, and his cock stuck straight up into the air. Heather grasped it, caressing the flesh she had grown to love so much. Then, still holding his prick, she straddled Ted's body and came down onto his cock. Her head swayed back, hair tossing, as his cock knob met her cunt lips and his cock sank into her wet, horny cunt without a struggle.
"Oh, Jesus," she gasped, thrusting down upon his cock, fully burying it in herself. "Oh, Jesus, Jesus!" she moaned. "You're so fucking big! Ooohhh, let me get used to the size of it. God, it's so fantastic!"
He held her by the waist as she rocked upon him. She wasn't joking. He'd fucked her from the side, at the cemetery, and he'd gone deeply then, but she was sitting astride his big cock now, and she could feel every fucking centimeter of him, wedged into her cunt. Her ass wiggled on Ted's crotch, and she was juicy enough from his sucking that he didn't hurt her, but God Almighty, she was crammed full and she didn't know if she could manage a decent fuck in this condition.
"No, not yet!" she said as he began to move under her, making his cock dance inside her cunt. Then, "Yes, now!" she gasped, realizing that she was ready, she was far more than ready, she was in absolutely desperate need! Slowly Heather's ass lifted, sliding up on his gently moving cock, and then she slammed herself down, so hard that the point of his cock jabbed her fiercely, deep inside, and she moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The room began to spin around her, and the bed rocked more and more as the two of them threw themselves into the act of fucking.
Ted, underneath, pushing up into her cunt. Heather, on top, riding high and jamming down, almost flogging her aching cunt with her need to be balled. His hands captured her swinging tits, pawed at them, tweaked and teased the nipples. "Yes, my tits,", she said, "don't forget my fucking tits . . . " Her hands covered his; together they fondled her big tits, together they rode, more and more passionately.
She'd never fucked a cock this big. She had never really guessed they made cocks this big. It was, to be honest, a little bigger than she really felt comfortable with, but it was such a mad, crazy feeling to be full of this man's giant prick, and it made her feel more a woman than ever before in her life. Heather leaned forward, merged her mouth with Ted's. But she didn't miss a stroke with her pumping ass which slid on and off him like a glove. Her cunt was dripping wet; she could hardly feel him, even though her cunt lips were stretched wide, straining at the bulk of Ted's cock.
She was fucking toward an orgasm, and with his cock in her cunt, his hands all over her throbbing tits, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth, Heather was in no mood to resist the urges of her body. "Now," she told him, "oh, ram me deep and hard, you long cocked fucker! I'll come all over that cock of yours!"
Once, twice, three times more his cock barreled into Heather, plunging like a bulldozer, and she couldn't, wouldn't attempt to hold it back. "Aaaaaiiieee!" she screamed shrilly, exploding around his driving prick. "I'm commminnng!"
He didn't stop! He rammed her again, even harder, and her climax intensifed. His cock pumped, fucking as if he meant to throw her body off his. He grabbed her ass with both hands, held her steady while he kept fucking. Heather hit number two, saw three and four looming ahead. She'd never come more than once in a fuck before meeting this man. Oh, sweet Christ, she had to have him, all the fucking time! She'd never give him up, not after this!
Her body collapsed atop his, ass still wiggling as another come fluttered down her cunt tube around his rigid prick. Rigid? She'd not felt him squirting. God Almighty, what control he had! He'd fucked her to a half dozen orgasms and had not even surrendered his own hot load yet! But her cunt was raw from the blistering release she had enjoyed, and she forced herself off him, her fist replacing her cunt.
"In my mouth?" she said hoarsely. "Do you want me to suck you off? I'll die if I don't get another taste of your cum, Ted!"
"Let's try something different," he suggested, kissing her lips. "No, not your armpit." He cupped her ass, fingers playing down into her crack. The tip of his middle finger located her asshole, tickled it suggestively. Heather gasped, squirmed, unsure if she was pushing herself toward him or pulling away from him.
"No, not there," she said. "You'll kill me! I've never done it in the ass before. God, it's such a dirty idea anyway . . . "
His fingertip pushed more insistently. She felt her muscles loosening. No! Never! She looked at his calm gray eyes, and she knew that her resistance was melting. His finger entered her, moving insistently, spreading her ass muscles.
"You've gotta promise not to hurt me," she said, sliding off him, onto her belly, ass automatically rising high into the air propped up by her braced knees. Heather looked around as Ted moved behind her, his rigid prick standing up so big, so hard, it made her tummy do flipflops of excitement. He caressed her ass, leaning in to lick the tiny, frightened hole that his finger had just seduced, and she moaned softly in response.
"Yes, I'll do it," she said. "Oh, God, you could make me do anything . . . anything . . . "
He was kneeling behind her now, his knees keeping her thighs apart, the end of his cock playing up and down her ass crack. She bit her lip, moaned wordlessly. "Get your cock wet," she said. "Put it back in my cunt first."
His cock pushed into her, soaking itself in the rich seepage of her cunt juices. She squirmed, gasped. He slid out, and she felt empty. The knob of his cock stroked upward, onto the puckered asshole.
Open up, goddamn it! she told herself. There's nothing to be afraid of! Heather closed her eyes, willing her body to relax, to go for it. Again she felt him pushing, and the fat cock seemed to be actually opening her ass sphincter. The muscles tensed, quivered, seemed to give. His cock knob struggled, and then Heather's eyes were bulging and she could feel his cock, the big tip, actually going into her rectum.
"Oh, Christ, I cannn't!" she screamed, and the muscles snapped shut, popping his prick out of her asshole altogether. Sobbing in frustration and embarrassment, Heather collapsed onto the bed, tears running down her cheeks in a torrent.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What's that noise?" Brooke whispered. "It sounds like a fucking banshee." Behind the two girls, Brian was just pulling the Weavers' front door shut. He did it softly, but in the reverberation of that scream, he could have slammed it with both hands and it would have gone unnoticed.
Mitchie shook her head. She had an excellent idea but it was no time for theories. Still, it was her guess that Daddy was trying to ram his cock up Mrs. Howard's asshole. He'd done it to Mitchie, a few times, and the sound was extremely familiar. Sighing, Mitchie rubbed her ass, unaware that she was doing it.
"This way," she said in a hissing undertone, pointing toward the staircase. The downstairs was dark, and they had to creep carefully, since Brooke and Brian were not familiar with the house's layout.
Lights were on upstairs, coming from the half open door of Daddy's bedroom. She'd known that's where they would be. The pool was a second choice, but there was a late spring chill in tonight's air, and outdoors wasn't the best place to fuck. No, they were up here on Daddy's water bed.
The Howard kids followed her, creeping stealthily. Maybe this was rushing things, Mitchie thought, but it all had to come out sooner or later. And wouldn't Mrs. Howard feel better if she knew the score from the start? Besides, if Daddy had been able to talk her into some asshole experimentation on the first date, the odds were she was a woman who might be up for just about anything.
She could hear them talking softly, through the half open door. Mrs. H. was apologetic as shit, crying, even!, because she'd not been able to get Daddy's cock up her asshole. Mitchie wanted to giggle. Not very many women could ass fuck that monster. It was too much even for a devoted daughter to handle. Mrs. H. had nothing to bawl about.
Mitchie pushed the door open and strutted into the bedroom, followed by the Howard kids. Daddy saw her first. He was cuddling Mrs. Howard, who was crying on his shoulder. Both of them were naked. Daddy had a hard-on, as usual, and Mrs. Howard had every bit as great a body as Mitchie had suspected. Mmmmm, those humongous tits! Mitchie wondered what it would be like, sucking on a pair of those. Bet Daddy knew already!
Ted's eyebrows lifted. He made a funny face at Mitchie, but she didn't think humor was on his mind. Mrs. Howard hadn't turned around yet; she didn't know they were there. The kids could still haul ass. But it was too late. Mitchie's mind was made up.
"Hi, Pops," she said in a bright chirpy voice. "Don't need to ask what you've been up to!"
Heather's head jerked at the noise. "Oh my Jesus!" she shrieked, scrambling around on the bed, trying to hide behind Ted and behind the totally inadequate protection of one skinny arm in front of her tits and a hand over her dark cunt bush. With a nice tan, she'd be dynamite, Mitchie thought, but the summer had only just begun; plenty of time. Except for the tits there was a good resemblance between Mrs. H. and Brooke. Mitchie wondered if Heather's cunt tasted as sweet her daughter's.
"I know this is being pushy," Mitchie said, "but we took a vote and there are three of us, so we win automatically. Look, Mrs. Howard," she said, approaching the bed, "it's not fair to keep all of this from you. I fuck Daddy here. I also fucked Brookie, and Brian. Brookie fucks me, she's fucked Daddy, and tonight she fucked Brian. My dad fucks you, and he fucks both us girls. It seems to me that we have a hell of a lot in common, so why should we ah sneak around and pretend that nobody else knows what's going on? That's dumb. Anyway, Brookie has a stiff clit for my daddy, and the way she's looking at that cock of his, God, it's even bigger than usual! You must really turn him on, Mrs. Howard!, from the way Brookie's eyeing that cock, I think she's about to give you a demonstration of what I'm talking about."
Brooke was already peeling off her T-shirt, dropping her shorts. She wore nothing under them, and her nipples were stiff, her eyes agleam with excitement. "I like the way you put things," she told Mitchie with a giggle, and then she threw herself onto the water bed, landing hard, almost knocking both Ted and Heather off when the mattress rippled in response. "Oooohhh, I've missed you!" she told Ted, seizing his big cock in both hands. She stared at the hard cock, stared until drool began to froth on her lips. Her tongue sticking out, she lowered her face to the prick and began to lick it avidly, every inch of his gristly erection. "It's so delicious," she said. "It tastes like a cunt!"
Heather gasped, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her teenaged daughter, her Brooke, slutting out on Ted Weaver's cock? And, Jesus!, her teenaged son stood there watching, rubbing his own cock until it began to bulge out the front of his jeans, and beside him, leaning on Brian's shoulder, rubbing her tits all over his arm and licking his earlobe, was Ted's daughter.
She tried to register what Mitchie had said a few moments ago. Could it all be true? Mitchie fucking Ted, fucking her own father? Brian, Brooke, Mitchie, all of them fucking each other, the girls sharing Ted's monster cock? Oh, Christ, the same cock she had sucked and fucked so abandonedly had also fucked and reamed her sweet innocent daughter?
"Mmmmm," Brooke purred, slurping the head of Ted's big cock rod. She was giving him plenty of tongue, licking him in a couple of kinky, turn on ways that Heather herself had not thought of. She looked at Mitchie and Brian. Ted's daughter was now fondling Brian's cock. She had her hand in his pants, her tongue in his mouth. He'd peeled up her T-shirt and his fingers toyed knowingly with her little pink nipples. Mitchie sighed into Brian's open mouth, then pulled his own cock rod into the light, her lingers wrapped around a stiff, proud young prick whose large red cock knob seemed to glow with total arousal.
"Are you shocked?" Ted asked frankly, staring at Heather. "I didn't want to break it all to you quite so abruptly. But it is true. And I'm not ashamed of anything."
Heather couldn't speak. She didn't know what she'd say if she were able. All she could do was stare as her daughter's mouth took in more and more of Ted's enormous cock. Brooke's lips were stretched unbelievably, but there was a look of sheer ecstasy in the young girl's eyes while she gobbled Ted's prick and it was obvious that she totally loved what she was doing. Her lips slid up to the crown, and she worked it with her tongue, nipping over it on alternate passes, taking his cock in shallow but intensely passionate gulps.
She looked at Brian and Mitchie. Ted's pretty blonde daughter was stark naked now, leaning up against the door while Brian, shirtless, his cock sticking rigidly out of his jeans, knelt before her and worked his face into her blonde furred cunt. Heather gasped as her teenaged son opened Mitchie's pink cunt and slipped his tongue into her with more than a beginner's skill.
Mitchie gasped too, as Brian's tongue lapped friskily across her clit. "Oooohh, tiger," she purred, "you are one hot little fucker, aren't you? Mmmmmm, eat my hot cunt, stud! Make my juices flow!"
Brooke was slurping like a pig at the trough, going totally gluttonous on Ted's prick. Ted's eyes were still upon her. Oh, Christ, she told herself, there is no turning back, but she put her arms on Ted's shoulders and pressed her mouth to his. Then, she tapped Brooke on the shoulder and said, "Age before beauty, young woman."
Brooke giggled, knowing that everything was okay now, okay? It was fucking radical! She lifted her head, implanting a parting kiss on the cock knob, and she handed it over to her mother, who sucked the prick into her mouth, taking a big hard swallow.
Ted lifted Brooke, kissed her welcomingly, then let his mouth slide down to her stiff brown nipples. The little nipples were sticking out, all swollen and inviting, and his lips fastened onto the buds in sheer delight. Brooke was delighted too. "Oh, yes, suck my titties! Look, Mom, he's sucking my tits. He likes the little ones too!"
The bed shook again. Mitchie and Brian had climbed aboard. Both were naked now. Heather, still eating cock, glanced at her son, saw that he was totally erect, totally unembarrassed to be sporting a hard-on in front of his mother. His cock was slender, but rigid, capped with a perfect club shaped crown. The cock grazed the side of Brooke's thigh. Without removing her tits from Ted's sucking mouth, the dark haired teen reached down and caressed her brother's stiff cock, sliding her slender fingers up and down appreciatively.
"Doesn't this thing ever get soft, brat?" she asked him. He leaned over her shoulder and his tongue met hers. They never kissed like that before, Heather thought, at least, not in front of me! And if she had not believed, before, that Brian and Brooke were fucking each other, she knew it now, seeing the way Brooke played with Brian's cock.
"I need a suck of this cock," Mitchie said, leaning her face in beside Heather's. Heather got out of the way and watched, totally amazed, as Mitchie giggled proudly, then covered her father's cock with her mouth, sucking the thing entirely into herself. Her lips nuzzled his balls and she was red in the face, but she had swallowed the whole goddamned cock!
"I fucking don't believe this," Heather said. "Look, kids! Will you for Chrissake look at this?"
"Oh, that's nothing new," Brooke sighed. "She does it all the time. She even taught me how, but I'm not up to anything as big as Ted's cock yet. Leggo my tits, Ted, I'll show you some cock sucking, Mom!"
Brooke went onto her belly, in front of her brother. She looked at her mother and then she started to lick at Brian's prick.
Brooke licked his cock till it glistened, and then she fed his cock into her mouth, lips crawling up the cock shaft. Brian had at least six inches. His knob was good sized. It was a man's cock; he wasn't her little boy any longer. Brooke took his cock into her mouth, working till she hit a snag. Her eyes frowned. Heather saw Brooke's throat move in a gulp, and then the rest of Brian's cock entered his sister's mouth, his groin riding flush against her full, soft lips.
"Oh, shit!" the boy said in unmistakable excitement. "She's doing it, Mom! She's deep throating me!"
Brooke sucked hungrily. Her daughter, Heather realized, was a red-hot cock junkie. She'd grown up, literally overnight. Heather looked down at Ted's big prick, still feeding in and out of his daughter's sucking mouth. It was understandable. Ted's cock had had the same effect on Heather. If it was the first cock Brooke had ever experienced, she really envied her daughter the supreme thrill of discovering sex with such a teacher.
"Baby," Ted gasped, stroking his daughter's blonde head, "I'm gonna flood your mouth with cum! There's a gallon of it inside me, and it's about to explode!"
Mitchie giggled and sucked him harder. Heather settled down beside the blonde teen, her own lips caressing all of Ted's cock that wasn't inside Mitchie's mouth. Two can play this game, she reminded herself. Her lips brushed Mitchie's a couple of times, in passing, and there was a tingly thrill at the contact. Heather had never done anything sexual with another woman, but something told her that she would, and very, very soon!
"Now." Ted coughed. "Nowwww!" His stomach muscles flexed, and his cock began to squirt. Mitchie lifted her head at the first blast, and Heather's face rose, sliding up the cock shaft to get her share of the gushing cum. Their mouths played hotly over the exploding bulb, his scum flowing onto them, into their open lips, the white hot blasts drenching their faces and hands. Each of the women had a fist on his long cock shaft, stroking it, coaxing more and more of the juicy jism from him.
There seemed to be no end to the river of cum that was gushing from Ted's cock. He was gasping and moaning, shaking so hard as he shot, that the entire bed rocked under the five of them. Brian and Brookie had left off their own sexing to watch in amazement and delight. Mitchie had never seen her dad blast out so much of the sticky white stuff. She ate as much of his flow as she could, and Heather got most of what Mitchie missed. We make a good team, Mitchie thought. A pair of horny bitches!
Her mouth slid over her father's cock and ate the last spurt of his cum. She nuzzled him, but after an explosion like that it was impossible for his cock to stay hard. She felt something wet flicking her skin. From the corner of her eye, Mitchie could see that Heather was licking spilled cum off her face. She released the soft cock and turned to Heather, her mouth coming open as she moved.
The two women's faces met, mouth brushing mouth. Mitchie tasted some of the jism that dotted Heather's skin in white patches, allowed Heather to lick the stuff off her, too, but she was itching to find out what kind of kisser Mrs. Howard was. She took hold of Heather's head and planted her mouth squarely atop Heather's, tongue shooting into the older woman. The tingly fluttering response of Heather's tongue told her that it was okay. Ooohhh, it was better than okay!
"You know," Mitchie said breathlessly, "I've fucked everyone on this bed except you, Heather. I hope you don't mind me calling you by your first name. It seems so silly and formal to call you Mrs. Howard while I'm eating your pretty cunt."
"You haven't eaten my pretty cunt yet." Heather smiled.
"Well, spread your legs, bitch, because I'm going to eat it!" Mitchie giggled, reaching automatically for the tits she'd been eyeing ever since she invaded the bedroom this evening. God, they were big! She could hold one of Brookie's in each hand and play with them nicely, but it took both hands to do justice to just one of Heather's humongous tits. Both hands, and a tongue wouldn't hurt at all, she reminded herself, stretching Heather out and starting down her body. She'd had her fill of kissing the older woman's mouth. What she wanted now was cunt!
But first she stopped to lick and suck the brown nipples. They were thick and stiff. Her sucking was thoughtful, but it didn't do a damned thing to help turn Heather on; she was already at fever pitch. Mitchie had a thigh between Heather's legs, and the cunt that rubbed her skin was quivery and absolutely sopping with lust. Mitchie left off nipple eating and licked her way down Heather's belly, straight toward the dark brown vee of cunt hair.
Holy shit, what a clit! Mitchie stared in fascination at the big pink clit, eating it with her eyes for what seemed an eternity before she began to eat it with her mouth.
"Yes, baby, eat her, she loves it when you suck her clit," Daddy said, stroking Mitchie's hair while she began to feast on his new lover's cunt. She didn't need instruction, for Chrissakes! All she needed was endurance. The aroused smell of Heather's cunt was maddening to Mitchie's nostrils. She wanted to bury her face in that hot cunt, but first she had to force her tongue to leave its teasing of that clit button.
Heather was squealing and flopping around. Obviously Mitchie was doing something right. Smugly, the teenaged blonde let her tongue flicker southward, onto the wrinkly looking lips of Heather's cunt. She worried them back and forth, finally parting them with her tongue and thrusting into the honey coated depths. Mmmmmm, this cunt had been fucked, and fucked royally before Mitchie and the Howard kids arrived! She could taste the hot cum that had boiled from Heather's innards, and she delved into the cunt, looking for more and more of the same sweet stuff.
From the corner of her eye, she could see that Brian was sitting on his ass, Brookie on her knees, head down in his crotch. Her face was full of his hard cock, and he was groaning as she ate him furiously.
And, oh, shit! Mitchie wanted to squeal in joy. Daddy was on his knees behind Brooke's wiggling, cute ass, and he was running his hands over her smooth curves, up and down her slender milky thighs. His prick was still down, but it wouldn't be down for long, not from the way he was fondling Brookie, rubbing her cunt from underneath, slipping her a finger or two on every second or third pass. She liked it, obviously.
He replaced his rubbing hand with his prick, stroking his cock on Brookie's tender, tight cunt slit. Mitchie kept her tongue wiggling in Heather's cunt, but she watched in ecstasy as her daddy's cock began to harden, all over again. Mmmmmm, and when he got his second boner of the night, he could keep that fucker hard almost forever!
"Mitchie," Heather gasped, "yes, darling, eat me, oh, shit, it feels so damn good, I never knew a girl's tongue could be so yummy, " She choked, grabbed Mitchie's head. "Oh, you're making me come, darling!"
Mitchie gobbled furiously, tasting the unmistakable fragrance of Heather's sudden orgasm. She whipped the big pink clit, licked low to catch the droplets of cum, returned to the clit. Heather squirmed into a second orgasm, her cunt bumping Mitchie in the face as she humped out her passion. Mitchie licked with it, covering the cunt gash with her mouth, then slurping the tasty cunt lips again, but she was getting impatient for some action of her own. All she'd done since arriving here was to eat off her dad and Mrs. Howard. Her cunt wanted to be part of the fun too!
She climbed off Heather, kneeling on the bed, wondering where to go next, what to do next. Brian was still fucking Brookie's mouth, and her daddy's cock was stiff, making its heavy initial penetration into Brookie's tight oozing cunt. "Ooohh, isn't it fantastic?" Mitchie asked Heather, who was just sitting up, brushing back her tousled hair.
"It's incredible," Heather whispered, watching her own daughter. Jealousy seethed in her veins. Brooke was just a kid. It wasn't fair for her to do something like that before her mother had had the chance to try it out.
Brooke was in her glory, at least for a moment or two. But then she almost gagged on Brian's cock and she lifted her head. "I can't do both of you at the same time," she said. "At least not yet. Maybe Mitchie can show me the ropes. Brian, go do something else, will you? I want Ted to fuck me like a dog, and that's all I want to concentrate on!"
"Well, screw you," Brian said angrily. "Acting like some kind of big shot.. . "
"Mmmmm, Brian," purred Mitchie, "why don't you come over here? You can be a big shot too. With us, hmmmm?"
He was coming toward them on his knees when, it seemed, he realized that one of the naked women he was approaching was his mother. His face changed. "It's all right, Brian," his mom said. "If you want to fuck Mitchie, go ahead. I don't mind. What secrets do I have left, anyway?"
His mouth sought Mitchie's eagerly. His tongue entered her. "Wow," he said, "your lips taste incredible. What is, and then he must have remembered that Mitchie had just eaten his mother's cunt. He blushed, the little sweetheart, and Mitchie thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen.
She looked at Heather, who was also blushing. The Howards wouldn't have much time for embarrassment in the future, Mitchie resolved. And what was there to be embarrassed about? Christ, they were only fucking! Look at Brooke. She wasn't embarrassed at all. Her little ass wiggled merrily as she rocked and rode back and forth on Daddy's stiff prick. He was bent over her, his big strong hands caressing her yummy little tits, and his prick just sawed in and out of that delicious cunt of hers. I wouldn't mind another taste of that sweet cunt, Mitchie thought. But I'll get plenty of hers, now that we've decided to be such good neighbors.
"Listen, Brian," Mitchie said, "do you remember what Brooke and I were doing, you know, when you sneaked in on us? I was sitting on her face, just like this." She threw her cunt onto Heather's mouth, without asking permission. The older woman gasped as Mitchie's blonde cunt bush swamped onto her face, but she was game; she'd gotten a hell of an eating from Mitchie and even if she didn't know all the tricks, she would do her best to repay the favor.
Mitchie squirmed, feeling the tongue begin to caress her in most of the right places. She'd teach Heather the rest of them later. This was dynamite for now, especially when Heather's tongue found her aroused clit and gave it a spit bath. She slid herself back and forth, giving Heather access to everything from clit to asshole, and Heather ate all that she was offered, just like a proper guest.
It was exactly the same position she'd been in, riding Brooke's face, when Brian had turned the girl games into an incestuous fuck. Mitchie looked at the boy, who knelt beside the two women, fondling his red, stiff cock. His eyes met hers. She motioned downward, toward his mother's completely open, completely available cunt. Heather's legs were parted, and the gleam of her wet pink cunt gash was obvious amid the dark hairs. Brian stared at the sight, his fist tight on his cock.
"I couldn't," he whispered. "She's my mother, for shit's sake!"
Mitchie winked. "You're gonna do it sooner or later," she told him. "Why not get the bullshit over with and fuck her right now?"
"No," he said, but he was already crawling toward his mom, pushing her thighs further apart with his knees, aiming his cock down at his mother's glistening cunt.
He leaned in, touching her with the end of his cock. Mitchie felt Heather stiffen beneath her.
"Don't fight it," she suggested. "He's a pretty good fuck, for a bratty kid. And you've got a great tongue for someone who's never licked a cunt before. Let's just do what we all do best, okay?"
"Oh, wow, Mom!" Brian gasped. "Look, Mitchie!"
The blonde girl leaned forward. Brian had placed his cock against his mother's cunt slice. Mitchie had seen that. He wasn't touching himself now, he wasn't moving his ass. He was just holding his cock in place. But the lips were open, spread slightly by the bulb of his cock knob, and his cock was moving slowly into the churning, seething hole of Heather's cunt, drawn in by her own muscular responses. It was the most gorgeous sight Mitchie had ever seen, next to Daddy's prick at full erection sliding into her own cunt. Even as she watched, his cock entered his mother's cunt, his belly slamming against hers. Heather gasped into Mitchie's cunt, and then her tongue went wild, and so did her own cunt.
"Look at that little mother-fucker!" Brooke squealed, across the bed. "Look, Ted! Brian's fucking our mom! I don't believe it! Brian, you nasty brat! You shouldn't have your cock in Mommy!"
"Fuck you, Sis," Brian said hoarsely.
"You wish," Brooke snickered. "Oooohh, Ted, I love your big prick, I love the way it fucks me . . . "
"Shut up and screw," Ted told the girl.
But she was close already, and even as he spoke, he stabbed her hot teen cunt, six, seven times, and Brooke thrashed into a squealing, moaning orgasm that flopped her onto her belly on the bed. Ted collapsed atop her, his cock still barreling in and out of her tight, rippling cunt. Mitchie clapped her hands. "Score another one for Pops," she cheered. "Another bitch fucked to a frazzle!"
Ted climbed off Brookie, his stiff cock emerging from her cunt. "And where do I find another bitch to fuck?" he asked.
Mitchie looked down at Brian who was ramming his mother's cunt in abandon. Heather had stopped doing anything at all useful to Mitchie's cunt. Heather was moaning and sobbing, and it was obvious that she was really into the idea of getting her son's cock thrust home. Nobody would miss Mitchie Weaver if she just walked out on this particular fuck, and here was Daddy, sporting one of those boners that stayed up all night and half of tomorrow. She crawled off Heather's face, leaving mother and son to their own fucking, doing just fine without her further assistance.
"Hiya, Pops," she said, straddling her father's lap and inserting his prick into her juicy, wet cunt slice. "I've been helping everybody else, and now I need something just for me, you know? Like that big hard cock of yours? Oooohh, yeah, am I still the best, Pops?"
He moved inside her, filling her tight but flexible cunt with his stiff cock.
"Are you happy with what you've done, Mitchie?" he asked, nodding at Brooke, who was moaning in delight, rubbing her wet cunt, then looking toward Brian, now mounted on his mother and pounding his cock into her cunt.
Heather's legs were tight around her son, she was rubbing his ass and kissing his mouth in a highly un-maternal fashion. "Yes, yes, darling," she kept purring in delirium, "fuck Mama! Fuck her all night long with that hard sweet young cock of yours . . . "
"Yeah," Mitchie said smugly, full of her daddy's prick, "I think I'm pretty well satisfied. Except for one thing. I've been doing good turns out the ass, for everyone, all night, and nobody's doing a fucking thing for me. What do you say, Pops? How about throwing me a good hot fuck for old times' sake? Shoot my cunt full of that sticky cum!"
"Don't call me Pops," he warned, gripping her ass and starting to pump his hard cock into her receptive cunt.
"Oooohhh, Daddy, that stiff prick! You've fucked everyone else and you still have this big thing left for me? I bet I'm still your number one girl after all, huh?"
"Oh, I don't know." He shrugged, giving her a sudden burst of hard, fast, corkscrewing stabs, right up the cunt. Oh, wicked! She trilled happily and wrapped her legs around him.
He moved her back, onto the bed, and now he was riding above her, his prick still buried deeply in Mitchie's cunt. His cock cut through her yearning cunt like a knife slicing butter. She thought of tropical breezes, of fucking on a moonlit beach. Maybe they could get down to the Bahamas this year, or at least to the Keys . . .
Maybe, but fucking in Ohio was nearly as much fun, if you had the right person to fuck with. Mitchie looked around at her bedmates, sure that she had four of the Tightest people anywhere to share her hot young cunt with.
Brooke was still rubbing her fucked out cunt, sighing in absolute piggish contentment. Brian was writhing furiously atop his mother now, his ass jerking this way and that. Mother and son. What a kinky thing to watch. And she'd made it possible. Mmmmmm, yes, and as Heather began to scream and shake under her son, Mitchie knew that two certain naked people next to her were very grateful that she'd cared enough to make them happy. Mmmmmm, indeed!
Heather was screaming, bucking like a bronco, obviously climaxing too. Jesus, how many times could that woman climax? No wonder the kids were so hot! But it took us, mostly me, she admitted modestly, to bring it all out and show them what they were missing.
Yes, she thought, bouncing under her father's prick stabbing attack, she'd have to say she was pleased, but it was high time for her to get some of the sweet fucking she'd missed out on tonight. Brooke, that little slut, would be nosing after more cock soon, and Heather would probably be up again too. All that Mitchie was asking was a good hard ride on her daddy's cock, the best cock of all, and until she was finished, the neighbors could just fucking wait their turns. They had all the time in the world, and the talent to make the most of it.
