The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends, and peer groups. Certainly, in our complex society, the problems youths now face seem more marked than ever before.
Melissa Jones is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adolescence. She finds herself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about her awakening sexuality, sometimes becoming angered over her youthful misjudgments.
HORNY VOYEUR COUSINS-the story of a typical young American girl coming of age. A lesson to us all and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is not easy.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
On a hot June day Melissa Jones and Harold Watson were riding their bicycles just outside town. The two were cousins, and in some ways they looked it, both being darkhaired and blue-eyed. But Harold was a foot taller than Melissa, and he was slim where she was curvy. And of course he was a boy and she was a girl, a fact of which Harold was acutely aware.
He kept sneaking looks at his cousin as they pedalled along the dusty country road. Melissa was a teen, Harold two years older. They'd known each other all their lives, often exchanging long visits. This summer Harold was staying with Melissa's family while his own parents went on a cruise. He'd never really thought of Melissa as anything but a pal-until this summer. Now, suddenly, he was seeing her as a very sexy chick.
Melissa was wearing skimpy shorts and a tiny halter that barely covered her high-riding apple-sized tits. Harold imagined that around the leg bands of her shorts he could see a few wisps of pussy fur-and maybe he could. He fantasized that he and Melissa would stop by some woods to rest, and she'd confess how horny she was and would beg him to fuck her. She'd tell him she found him irresistibly sexy.
Fat chance.
Harold knew he was anything but sexy. He was six feet tall, a hundred and forty pounds, and he wore horn-rimmed glasses. His hair was always falling in his face, no matter how he had it cut, and he had a tendency to trip over things. Girls thought he was hilarious. Consequently he'd never had a date, and he was still a virgin. It totally pissed him off, and he was determined to do something about it the first chance he got.
Unfortunately, he figured he'd be around ninety before he got lucky. Wistfully he glanced at his pretty little cousin and tried to imagine how she'd look naked. Harold had a huge stack of girlie magazines hidden under his bed, and he knew quite well what naked women look like, but he'd never seen a reallive girl without her clothes on. He imagined Melissa's pussy, dark curls rimming a glistening valley of pink flesh. He imagined slipping his stiff cock into her hot little cunt.
"Harold," Melissa cried, "look out! You're riding off the road."
"Huh? Oh!" Harold said.
Sure enough, he was headed straight for the ditch. He corrected his course at the last possible second and reminded himself that daydreaming on a bicycle could be dangerous. He and Melissa rode over the crest of a hill and came upon a surprise. What had been a deserted valley was now full of trailers, equipment, and people. Melissa sped ahead to read a sign posted at the entrance to the valley.
"Oh, Harold, this is so exciting," she called. "They're making a movie here, a western. And guess who's starring? Pam Porter!"
"Oh, yeah?" Harold exclaimed. "Far out."
Pam Porter was a very famous star and had been one of Melissa's idols for years. Melissa was so thrilled, she had to stop and get off her bike. The entrance to the valley was blocked by a gate, and Melissa stared wistfully past it, wondering which of the trailers was Miss Porter's dressing room.
"Harold," she said, "I just have to get her autograph. I have to talk to her. I'll do anything to see her. How am I gonna get in there?"
"We'd better give this careful thought," Harold said.
"Right," Melissa agreed, "let's go on to the creek and take a rest."
They rode on for another half mile and then left the main road and entered the woods. Soon they had to get off their bikes and push. They came to a small creek with a natural swimming hole. Gratefully Harold took off his sneakers and socks and stepped into the cool water. Then he turned and stared when he heard the rustle of clothing behind him. To his astonishment, Melissa was taking off her clothes.
"Y-You're going swimming?" he stammered.
"I sure am," she sighed. "It's a real hot day. Oh, I hope it won't embarrass you, Harold, but I didn't bring a swimming suit."
Harold swallowed hard and said, "Oh, no, I won't be at all embarrassed, Melissa. Go ahead."
He tried to sound cool, but his heart was hammering. This could be it, his first sight of a real-live naked girl. He sat down on a rock and dangled his feet in the water and watched Melissa lazily, as if he found nothing terribly interesting in seeing her undress. Melissa was totally uninhibited, humming to herself as she stripped. Harold felt his cock getting hard, and he slid a hand over his fly.
His cousin Melissa was very pretty and very petite. She was just about five feet tall, slim but curvy, and nicely tanned. Harold watched breathlessly as she untied her halter and slipped it off. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her luscious tits quivering slightly with her movements. They were perfectly round, creamy-skinned globes capped with small pink nipples. They would have made a perfect handful for Harold, whose palms were beginning to sweat.
He thought about putting his hands over her tits and gently squeezing, then feeling her nipples go rigid with lust against his palms. It always happened that way in books. As he thought about how hot and silky her skin would be, how aroused she'd get as he played with her naked tits, his cock completed its rush to stiffness and strained against the fly of his jeans. He prayed Melissa wouldn't notice that he had a hard-on.
Next she unzipped her shorts and tugged them down. She was wearing a tiny pair of red bikini panties, nothing else. Harold swallowed hard and almost groaned with longing as she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She dropped them carelessly on the grass, and as she bent over to do so, he caught a brief glimpse of her slit, a pink fur-fringed line showing beyond the little cleft of her ass.
Then she turned to face him, and Harold thought how beautiful her bush was, a small dark triangle of soft curls. Melissa strolled down the grassy bank, her tits wobbling enticingly, and stepped into the water. As the cool water touched her overheated body, she gave a happy sigh and dived forward and began swimming. Harold hungrily eyed her adorable little round ass cheeks while his cock hammered lustily against the fly of his jeans.
"Mmmmmm, it's nice," Melissa sighed.
"Yeah, it is," Harold said, his voice a little hoarse with horniness.
"How would you know?" she laughed. "You've only got your feet in the water. Aren't you gonna swim?-"
And expose his skinny body to a girl's critical eyes? "Aw, I don't think so," he said. "I don't feel in the mood."
"Bull," Melissa grinned, "you're just bashful. I know you, Harold. But you don't have to be bashful with me. We're pals, remember? Come on in."
She was right-he didn't have a thing to worry about with her. His chances of ever getting it on with her were about one in a million. And he really was hot and sweaty. It would feel great to skinny-dip.
"Well, okay," he said, "but don't look till I get in the water."
"Okay," Melissa laughed.
She lied. She definitely didn't intend to keep her promise. All this time she'd been acting cool and unconcerned, but in fact Melissa had been carefully maneuvering things so she could get Harold to take his clothes off. She hadn't been allowed to date yet, and she'd never seen a boy naked. She was perishing of curiosity about the male body. Now maybe she could learn a few things.
She swam lazily around the pool and kept sneaking glances at her cousin as he undressed. Harold wouldn't have believed it, but she didn't find him ridiculous. She thought he looked nice, lean and strong and well tanned. It would be great if he didn't have to wear those silly glasses, of course. As he took them off for swimming, she thought how handsome he was. Then he began to strip, and she got very excited.
Off went the t-shirt, revealing his hard, tan, and nearly hairless chest. He looked around to see if she was looking, and she barely had time to glance away. When she looked again, he was quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. He tugged them down and clumsily stepped out of them, and Melissa's eyes got huge. The crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging with something enormous and hard.
Could it possibly be his cock? She and her girlfriends were always debating about how cocks looked. One girl who had an older brother claimed she'd seen him naked and that his cock was the size of a hot dog. If that was the case, there was something very different about Harold. His prick had to be huge. Melissa watched breathlessly as he eased his tight shorts down over his cock-stand. She clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp of surprise.
Her cousin's prick was big, all right, a stiff seven-incher that looked as big around as her wrist. It stood up rigidly, hugging his flat bel-ly, and the tip was a big purple knob of gleaming flesh. Melissa knew that this thing was supposed to go into a girl's cunt when a couple fucked. But she couldn't imagine how that massive slab of meat could go into such a tiny hole. She'd had her finger up her own cunt, exploring and fooling around, and even that was a tight fit.
Harold started to glance at her again, and she quickly turned away and paddled to the other side of the pool. She heard him dive in. "Okay, you can look now," he said.
Melissa turned very slowly, as if the idea of looking almost bored her. "Oh, hi," she said, "isn't the water nice?"
"It sure is," Harold sighed.
He was naked, he was in the water, and nothing catastrophic had happened. He began to feel bolder, and he started swimming closer and closer to Melissa, hoping for a glimpse of her naked body. To his delight, she cooperated, letting him swim right up next to her. It didn't occur to him that she might want to look at him, too. They paddled side by side, looking down into the crystal clear pond.
Melissa eyed Harold's stiffly floating cock, and he ogled her tits and bush. Both teenagers were getting hotly aroused, and they began to fantasize about each other. Harold's fantasy was very simple. In it he picked Melissa up, carried her to the grassy back, laid her down-and fucked her brains out. She kept begging for more, and he gave it to her. They must have fucked for hours.
Melissa's fantasy didn't go that far. She just imagined her and Harold lying in the sun and exploring each other's bodies. And the more she thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Why not do it? She'd love to satisfy her curiosity, and she knew Harold would never rat on her. They'd always been buddies, always kept each other's secrets. Here was her chance to find out how boys were made.
"I think I'll catch some sun," she said, heading for the bank.
"I-I'll be out in a minute," Harold said.
He watched her leave the pool and stroll up the bank. She lay down in the warm grass, on her back, legs slightly parted. To his delight, he could see the dark fur of her pussy and just a hint of pink flesh. He ached to have a closer look at her mysterious female parts. Melissa had been completely uninhibited so far. Maybe she wouldn't stop him if he tried for a better view. It was a chance he just had to take.
"Guess I'll catch some sun, too," he said as casually as he could.
Melissa's eyes widened as she watched him stroll up the bank. His long thick cock wagged stiffly before him, and she just couldn't take her eyes off it. Harold saw where she was looking, and he blushed hotly, but he kept coming. He settled down beside her and propped himself up on one elbow, greedily ogling her naked tits. Melissa breathlessly studied his cock. It was so much bigger than she'd imagined, and nobody had told her about that wiry dark hair at the base.
"Wow, it's big," she sighed.
"You think so?" Harold croaked.
"Yeah, it's huge," Melissa said earnestly.
Harold beamed. From his experiences in the locker room, he'd begun to suspect that he had a larger than average dick, but now his cousin's huge wondering eyes confirmed it. So maybe he was clumsy and not very handsome, but at least he was well-hung. His shyness faded quicky as Melissa stared admiringly at his rigid belly-hugging prick. His arousal was getting stronger by the second, and again he imagined rolling his pretty little cousin onto her back and cramming his engorged cock into her slick little fuck hole.
"Can I touch it?" Melissa said, waking him out of his horny daydream.
"Huh?" Harold said.
"Can I please touch your cock?" she said. "Come on, Harold, I never got to see one before. I wanta know what it feels like."
"Oh, yeah, sure," he said, then added bold-ly, "as long as I get to touch your tits."
Melissa thought that was a great idea, but then she'd never been shy or ashamed about her body. "Sure," she said, "go ahead. Just don't squeeze too hard, okay?"
"Right," Harold said, his voice hoarse with excitement.
He was actually going to touch a pair of beautiful naked tits! His hands shook as he reached out and cupped Melissa's apple-size breasts. Slowly and gently he closed his hands around them. They felt just like he'd imagined, hot and incredibly silky. With a blissful sigh he began to mold and squeeze the soft globes, and Melissa gave a lusty shiver. Her nipples were stiff from the cool water, poking against his palms. She seemed to like what he was doing-but he had to be sure.
"Does it feel good?" he asked.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah, it's nice," Melissa sighed.
In fact it was even nicer than she'd dreamed. Often she'd fantasized a boy playing with her tits, but she hadn't realized it would get her this excited. For a moment or two she even forgot about touching his cock. Then she felt the stiff pole of meat poking her thigh, and she reached down and curled her fingers around it. Harold moaned and shuddered as she explored his dick, running her fingers up and down the rigid shaft.
"Am I doing it too hard?" she asked.
"No," he sighed, "it feels great."
He could hardly believe this was happening to him. Here he was with a beautiful naked girl, playing with her tits while she pumped his prick-and all at her invitation! His cock began to cream, hot bubbles of juice oozing from his piss hole and running down to wet Melissa's fingers. The thick juice made her pumping slick and easy. She glanced wonderingly at the dark cleft of his cock.
"It's all juicy," she said.
"Don't girls get juicy, too?" Harold asked. He was afraid to tell her how horny he was, afraid of scaring her off. He tried to keep things on a calm scientific level.
"Well, yeah," Melissa said, "sometimes my pussy gets real wet. You wanta feel?"
"Is the pope Polish?" Harold sighed. This just couldn't be happening!
He slid a hand between her legs and touched a pussy for the very first time. It was blazing hot, a little swollen, and moist with cream that oozed from her cunt. He felt all around, and Melissa gave a little squeal and soaked his hand with a hot rush of juice. It was just like in the magazines he'd read, the girl getting all hot and horny and wet between the legs. His cock gave a violent horny lurch in Melissa's pumping fist.
"You like it when I touch your pussy?" he asked hoarsely.
"Mmmmmm, I sure do," she sighed. "Here, I'll show you how I get myself off. Maybe you can do it for me."
Things just kept getting better and better.
First she let him touch her anywhere he wanted to, and now she was going to show him how she played with herself. It was beyond his wildest fantasies. He watched as she rolled squarely onto her back, bent her knees and let her thighs loll wide open. He had a fantastic view of her slit, gleaming pink flesh fringed with dark curls, all exposed to the daylight. Melissa let go of his cock and reached for her pussy with both hands.
"Here's what I do," she said. "I can get off real easy this way."
She used one hand to fold back the delicately-furred lips of her pussy and isolate a pea-size bud of pink flesh. "That's my clit," she informed Harold. "Girls love to touch themselves there. Now, watch."
"I'm watching," Harold moaned. He was also practically coming, his cock lurching and wagging in the air. Melissa pressed a fingertip to her clit and began to rub it in a circular motion, her body quivering and flushing with pleasure. Right away a steady stream of pearly juice began to ooze from the little hole at the very center of her crotch. Harold knew that had to be her cunt, the place where he'd stick his cock-if he was very, very lucky. He watched in fascination as his pretty little cousin frigged herself. "Oooooooo," she squealed, "it feels so wild. Here, Harold, you try it."
Harold extended a lustily shaking finger and touched her clit. The little bud was scalding hot and throbbing powerfully. He began to rub it just as she'd showed him, and Melissa sank back in the grass with a blissful sigh, pearly cream gushing from her cunt. She gurgled and sighed with pleasure as he massaged her clit. He felt her hot little fist close around his cock, and he shivered lustily and almost came.
"That's good, Harold," Melissa moaned, "real good. What can I do to make you feel good?"
"Just keep on pumping my cock," he moaned:
Her fist firmed around his throbbing shaft and began to work strongly up and down, practically coaxing the come right out of his balls. Harold moaned and frigged her clit faster and more firmly. She responded with squeals of pleasure and soon soaked his finger with sticky cream. The two kids were oblivious to everything around them as they jacked each other off.
"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, Harold, that's it," Melissa squealed, "keep doing it to me, get me off."
"Right," Harold groaned, "and don't you stop either, Melissa. I'm just about coming."
Melissa arched her body and rubbed her greedy little joy button against her cousin's massaging finger. She felt the pleasure building till she couldn't stand it any more. She was panting, whimpering, aching for release. And then suddenly it happened, that delicious explosion that began at the core of her clit and quickly engulfed her whole body.
"Oooooo, Harold, you did it to me, I'm coming!" she shrieked.
Harold felt his whole hand suddenly drenched with her molten come, and he watched her petite body shudder and writhe. In her hot excitement she pumped his prick like crazy, and he just couldn't hold out.
"Ahhhhh, fuck, aaagghhhh!" he yelled.
Melissa felt his cock lurch and ripple in her fist, and then big wads of jizz were exploding from his piss hole and arching high in the air. She watched in fascination as she jacked him off, still happily writhing with the after-shocks of her own orgasm. When he finally stopped shooting, they both sighed with satisfaction.
"Wow, Melissa, that was great," Harold said. Then he noticed that her mind was already on something else.
"Yeah," she said. "Now, if only I can get Pam Porter's autograph."
CHAPTER TWO
Pam Porter was thoroughly pissed off. "You mean I can't leave here?" she shouted into the phone. "I've got to stay in this hick town all summer? You've got to be kidding!"
She listened a few seconds, then snarled, "All right, Sidney, but I'll get you for this," and slammed the phone down. "Shit," she moaned.
Pam had eagerly signed up to make this western film because she needed the money, but she hadn't dreamed it would mean spending the whole summer away from Los Angeles. What on earth was she going to do for fun? The nearest town had a population of only a few thousand. But her agent had just informed her that it would be a violation of her contract to leave the set.
"My God," she muttered to herself, "what am I going to do? I'll go crazy."
And the most important question of all was, how would she get laid? Pam had always required a lot of sex and a lot of men. She'd been through six husbands and was working on a potential seventh. But he was away in Europe, and she was in a remote part of California, with nobody to fuck. It looked as if she might just have to make do with the locals. She was angry, but she was also practical. She strode to her dressing room mirror and took a good long look at herself.
She knew that for a woman of thirty-eight she was in super shape. She could have passed for twenty-five. She was tall, slim, smallbreasted, with long straight platinum hair. Some magazines had claimed she had the most beautiful face in films. She knew how to dress sexy, too-in skin-tight clothes that showed off her perfectly conditioned body. Yes, she'd have no trouble attracting lovers in this jerkwater town.
But just how as she going to go about it? She couldn't very well put an ad in the local paper. "Famous star wants men to fuck, ages fifteen to fifty." No, it wouldn't do. She couldn't borrow the studio limousine and drive through town waving a sign, either. What she needed was a gofer, somebody local who could bring men to her, somebody who knew the town. While she was thinking about this, her phone rang.
"Yes?" Pam said impatiently, then brightened. "Oh? He is? Send him right over."
She'd been informed that her co-star, Randy Dawson, had arrived on the location site. She quickly brushed her long hair till it gleamed and dabbed on some more of the exotic perfume that was made especially for her in France. She checked her reflection again-her figure looked fantastic in the clinging blue jumpsuit and four-inch blue heels. With any luck at all, she'd have the guy in the sack within ten minutes. Her pussy almost sizzled at the thought.
She'd never worked with Randy Dawson before, never even met him, but his pictures turned her on. He was younger than her, in his late twenties, and he was strictly a western star. His photos showed a guy about six-footthree, powerfully built, yet with boyish blond good looks. A regular Mr. America. Pam could hardly wait to get her claws into him. She'd eat him alive, have him for snacks.
There was a knock, and she strode to the door of her trailer dressing room. She opened it and saw Randy Dawson, looking exactly like his photos. His famous blue eyes swept up and down her slim but curvy figure, and then he removed his Stetson, gave a little bow, and flashed her a smile that made her stomach do flip-flops of lust.
"Howdy, ma'am," he drawled, "I'm Randy Dawson. I'm real pleased to meet you."
Pam waited a second before replying, wanting to make sure her voice didn't come out in a horny screech. "I'm Pam Porter," she said in her well-known husky voice. "Won't you come in, Randy? Since we're going to work together, we should get acquainted."
While speaking, she snuck a glance at his crotch. It looked like he was really well hung, and with his height, he ought to be. She ushered him inside and locked the door. If any of the crew interrupted her in the next half hour, there was going to be hell to pay. Randy took a seat on the couch, and Pam strolled back and forth in front of him, showing off her lithe body in the skin-tight jumpsuit.
"Something to drink, Randy?" she purred. 'I'm going to have a martini, but perhaps you'd like milk. You always have milk in your pictures."
"Little lady," Randy said with a deep chuckle, "I hate milk. A straight whiskey would do just fine."
"A man after my own heart," Pam smiled.
She brought the drinks and sat next to him on the couch. While they made small talk, she inched closer and closer to him, till she could feel the warmth of his body and catch his scent of tobacco and leather. Her pussy was creaming like mad, the molten juice soaking through the crotch of her panties. She could feel her nipples stiffening with lust. If she didn't get some response from this guy, she'd go crazy with frustration! When she thought the time was right, she reached out and touched his arm.
"Randy," she purred, "I bet you can't guess what I'm thinking?"
His deeply tanned face looked so innocent, but he grinned and said, "Oh, yes, I can, Miss Porter. I think you wanta get fucked pretty bad, and you hope I'm the man for the job."
Pam's blue eyes widened. This guy had been around. "Call me Pam," she smiled. "You can take my clothes off any time you want."
"Why don't you give me a treat and take them off yourself?" he leered. "Just stand here right in front of me, like you were on stage."
Well, he certainly wasn't shy about getting what he wanted. Pam tossed off the rest of her martini and stood up, swaying to imaginary music. She began to lower the long front zipper of her clinging jumpsuit, and Randy watched her with hot, appreciative eyes. Her body was tingling with lust by now, and she was starting to breath hard. It was incredibly thrilling for Pam to know that in just a few minutes she'd be fucking a complete stranger.
It was hard for Pam to stay married, because as soon as she had a man under her control, she lost interest in him. She was always needing new men. Randy was brand-new, and she was having no trouble at all turning on to him. He was really a hunk, a great big gorgeous male. She creamed uncontrollably as she unzipped her jumpsuit with tantalizing slowness. At last she shrugged the suit off her shoulders and let it slip down to her ankles, then kicked it away.
"Nice," Randy breathed, "real nice. You look even better than in your pictures."
"You've seen my movies?" Pam said. "Uh-huh," Randy grinned, "but now I hope I get to see more than they ever showed."
Pam returned his grin and reached back to unhook her black lace bra. It had been a dis advantage to her in films not to have ma'ammouth tits, but she'd compensated for it by her sexy mannerisms and movements. Not only that, her tits really were beautiful, for men who liked normal-size ones. She drew off her bra and saw the appreciation in Randy's eyes as he stared at her firm, round, large-nippled tits, the size of large oranges.
Pam swayed before him, making her highriding tits quiver and bounce. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her black bikini panties and started inching them down. She had a special surprise for Randy under those panties. Pam had always kept her bush trimmed small and tinted the same platinum blonde as her hair. It really caught men off guard-and Randy was no exception. As she dropped her panties, his eyes got huge.
"Oh, Jesus,' he moaned.
"You like what you see, Randy?" Pam said huskily.
"I sure do, ma'am," he sighed, "and when I'm through looking at it, I wanta touch it."
"Why don't we go into the bedroom for that?" Pam said.
The trailer was going to be her home for the next three months, so it was equipped with all the conveniences, even a wet bar and a little sauna. Pam led Randy to a spacious bedroom with a king-size bed. He looked around and whistled his appreciation, then reached for her and drew her hard against his big body. He kissed her hungrily, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and she felt hot liquid spurting from her famished cunt and trickling down her legs.
Randy released her and grinned broadly. "Being the generous guy I am," he said, "I'm gonna let you take my clothes off."
Pam forced a smile. She was used to being in charge of men, not vice-versa, and she felt a little of Randy Dawson could go a long way. But the important thing now was to get laid, not to argue, so she started unbuttoning his western-style shirt, while he grinned and played with her tits. She worked as fast as she could, taking off his shirt, t-shirt, boots, and socks. At last she was down to the interesting part. Eagerly she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. She practically wrenched down his jeans and hungrily eyed the bulging crotch of his jockey shorts.
Then she deftly eased the tight shorts down over his hard-on. She wasn't disappointed. Randy had a fantastic, thick, eight-inch dick, and it was stiff as steel. She helped the big burly actor step out of his clothes, then remained on her knees, gawking at his rigidly waving cock. It was right on a level with her mouth. Hungrily she reached out and fisted the huge hairy base of his prick, then stuck out her tongue.
"Yeah, little lady, have a taste of that meat," Randy drawled.
Shivering with lust, Pam began to swirl and lash her hot little tongue all over his massive purple-headed boner. The big man shivered and began to breathe harshly as she lathered his engorged prick with hot spit. Pam had always loved sucking cock. She could remember doing it to her boyfriend when she was only fifteen. She drooled as she remembered that long-ago cock and every other cock she'd licked and tasted and sucked.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, "mmmmm, ummmmmmm."
"You really go for that, don't you, baby?" Randy said, finally forgetting his phony cowboy drawl.
Pam's reply was to pop the whole fat head of his dick into the steam heat of her mouth. It stretched her lips hugely and throbbed on her tongue. She pumped the thick base of his prick and started sucking the head, her cheeks drawn in, her tongue whipping and lashing. Randy shivered and groaned, his rugged features twisting in a grimace of pleasure. Pam knew she was a first-rate cocksucker and that he was enjoying the hell out of her blow-job.
"Shit, that's good," he moaned, "that's real good, honey."
Randy Dawson had been around, and he'd lost track of how many women he'd fucked. In his career as a movie star there'd always been plenty of infatuated females available. But he'd always had a letch for Pam Porter. He'd seen all her pictures, and as a teenager he'd jacked off while pretending he was fucking her. He'd always wanted to make that fantasy into reality. Now it was happening.
Randy thought Pam was all wrong for the western they were going to do together. He'd agreed to do the picture simply because it was a chance to get into her pants. Any man would have done the same if he'd had the opportunity. It wasn't every day you got a chance to make it with an international sex symbol. Now Randy was going out of his mind with excitement as the real Pam Porter knelt before him and sucked his cock.
She was damned good at it, too. Her mouth was like fire around his prick, working hard, suctioning the juice out of his piss hole. Pam was obviously greedy for that juice. She rolled it on her tongue, enjoying the taste, then gulped it down with a hungry gurgle. Her sucking was so powerful, it felt like she could suck the jizz right out of his balls. Someday he wanted her to do that, but for their first time together he wanted to cram his rock-hard cock to the most sought-after cunt in the world. "Easy, baby, easy," he said, gently pushing her head away. His spit-soaked cock snapped from her lips and smacked wetly against his belly. "Let's get on the bed and be more comfortable, okay?" he said, lifting Pam to her feet.
She smiled and led the way over to the massive bed. It had a rick satin spread that felt sensuous against the naked skin. They slid onto the bed, and Randy drew Pam close to him and slid a hand between her legs. Her pussy was on fire. It seemed to scald his exploring hand, it was swollen with lust, and it was dripping hot sticky juice. This beautiful woman wasn't faking her lust, no way in the world.
Randy popped the thick tip of his middle finger into the tight but slippery mouth of her cunt, and Pam squealed with excitement and soaked his finger with molten pussy cream. He held his finger there, about an inch into her, and felt her muscular cunt mouth sucking and tugging at it, trying to draw his finger deeper into her hungry little fuck hole. Pam was lying there melting with lust, her face flushed, her eyes fluttering. She was breathing hard, moaning a litle, obviously wanting her whole cunt plugged with stiff meat.
Very slowly Randy inched his middle finger up her cunt and watched her response as she took it. Her pretty face twisted in a grimace of pleasure, and her white teeth flashed as she panted. She whimpered and drenched his invading finger with steaming juice. He shoved right to the last knuckle and felt her red-hot cunt throbbing against every inch of his finger. He paused to savor the historic moment-he actually had his finger up Pam Porter's twat.
"Ohhhhhh, my God, move it," Pam moaned, "frig me with it. I'm so horny I could die."
Randy obliged, jerking his finger roughly up and down in her juicy, steaming box, and she gave a hoarse wail of excitement. More floods of hot cream drenched his finger. Pam reached down and grabbed his dick, fisting it firmly and pumping. She worked his meat like it was a stick shift, thrusting it into all kinds of different angles. Randy responded with a yelp of pleasure and finger-fucked her even harder.
"Ohhhhhh, shit, yesssss," Pam hissed, "give it to me, Randy, frig me good, baby."
Randy was practically coming in her fist. Her cunt was fantastically hot and juicy, and it gripped and squeezed his pumping finger, sucking the stiff meat deeper into her molten fuck tunnel. He wondered why in hell he was using his finger in that sweet smoking hole, when he could use his cock. After all, that was why he was here in this remote town-to fuck Pam Porter. He gave her a few more deep strokes with his finger, then pulled out.
"Open your legs, baby," he growled. "I got a nice hard cock for you."
Pam let go of his dick and threw her legs wide open, not at all modest about showing her frantic need. Randy glanced at her wet pink slit and the thick river of pearly cream oozing from her cunt,. That funny little platinum bush looked almost white in contrast to the engorged and glistening flesh. Then he snorted with lust and rolled on top of her, cramming his steel-hard dick into her slippery twat.
Her cunt was so juicy and ready that he shoved into her womb with his first eager thrust. He was all the way into her, her greedily gripping twat throbbing against every inch of his engorged prick. He shoved his hands under her ass and started fucking her hard and fast, too insanely aroused to be gentle. Luckily Pam was up for it. She gurgled with excitement and dug her long red nails into his shoulders.
"Yesss, you big bastard, fuck me hard," she panted, "fuck the living shit out of me."
Randy groaned and almost came. At last his fantasy was being realized. He was actually fucking Pam Porter, his massive boner reaming and cramming her fiery-hot cunt. Ten years ago, as a perpetually horny teenager, he'd never have believed this moment might come. Just because it was Pam, it had to be the most exciting fuck of his life, a fuck millions of men would envy. He gripped her little ass tightly and fucked into her faster and faster, moaning with lust.
"Ahhhhh, baby, you're so nice an' hot," he moaned.
Pam's response wasn't quite what he'd expected. "Hey, take it easy, honey," she purred, "we want this to last, don't we? I think you ought to know-one orgasm is never enough for me. So slow down, okay?"
"Okay," Randy groaned.
It wasn't easy, but he slowed down a little, grinding his rigid shaft over her swollen clit and giving her long hot rushes of pleasure. She responded with ecstatic whimpers and floods of molten cream. She arched her body up, greedily shoving her clit against his plowing prick. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt herself spinning helplessly into a body-wracking climax.
"Unnnnhhh, that's it, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Randy didn't know how he kept from coming right along with her, because her cunt went vise-tight around his dick and then began to spasm and gush. He'd never felt a woman come so violently. Pam was even more lusty and hot-blooded than her screen image. She bucked hard beneath him for almost a minute. Then she caught her breath and started pushing him off her.
"Let me get on my hands and knees," she panted.
Randy obliged, and he knelt behind her and rammed her hard with his rigid juice-soaked boner. He crammed her cunt to the hilt with his throbbing dick, and she took the rough thrust with a hoarse wail. Gripping her slim hips, he fucked hard into her from behind, shaking her whole body, making her pretty tits wobble like jello.
"Unnnnhhh, that's it, fuck me hard," she moaned, "fuck me till my teeth rattle, you big sonofabitch."
Pam was delighted to find Randy an excellent stud. He was fucking her hard, almost brutally, which was just the way she liked it, and he was superbly hung, too. She dug her nails into the bedspread and gurgled in ecstasy as she took his steady hard fucking. She was exceptionally horny today, and it wasn't long before she was close to coming again. She tightened her greedy cunt around his piledriving cock and felt herself go right over the edge.
"Ahhhh, God, I'm coming, whaaahhh!" she howled.
"Jesus, honey, you just finished," Randy panted.
But Pam showed no signs of tiring. She'd hardly finished her second climax before she begged Randy to lie on his back and let her ride on top. Naturally he obliged. She mounted him with a hungry moan and expertly slammed her dripping pussy hole down around his stiff-standing prick. He fucked her as hard as he could, watching her lovely body buck and bounce. She looked down at him with fever-hot eyes.
"Harder," she moaned, "fuck me harder, fuck the living shit out of me."
Randy tore into her with a growl of lust, and they both started coming at the same instant. "Awwwww, fuck, shit, aaggghhhhh!' he bellowed, jetting his steaming load into her womb.
"Unnnhhh, fuck, it's soo good!" Pam wailed.
She rode his jackhammering, squirting cock with squeals of ecstasy, but the moment their fuck was over, she was all business again, going off to the bar for another drink, making a couple of phone calls. Randy lay on the bed a few moments and caught his breath. He felt like a trained animal which had just been put through its paces. He wasn't sorry he'd gone to so much trouble just to fuck Pam Porter, but it was already obvious that she wasn't a one-man woman. He had a feeling he'd be sharing her with plenty of other guys.
"Thanks, Randy, that was very nice," she said as he left. "See you on the set."
Randy smiled and tipped his hat, and she gave him an absent-minded little wave. Already she was pondering the problem of how to get more men into her bed. Randy was a perfectly decent lay, and she'd adored fucking him, but she knew she'd soon lose interest in him. She needed a steady supply of new faces-and new cocks. But just how was she going to get them?
Just then there was a knock at the door.
CHAPTER THREE
Pam opened the door of her trailer dressing room and saw a pretty teenage girl standing there holding a notebook and a pencil. The girl actually quivered with excitement when she saw Pam, and before Pam could say anything, she thrust the notebook at her.
"Oh, Miss Porter, can I please have your autograph?" she squeaked.
"Hold on a second," Pam said. "Who are you, and how did you get onto the set?" m
"My name's Melissa Jones," she said breathlessly, "and I-well, I just snuck in here, Miss Porter, because I just had to see you. You're my favorite movie star. I'd do anything for you."
That gave Pam an idea. "Will you step in for a minute, Melissa?" she said.
"Oh, sure," Melissa gushed.
She almost tripped over herself getting inside. Her eyes wandered all over the place, taking in the expensive furnishings. And then there was Pam Porter herself to look at. She was just as sexy and beautiful as in her movies. She was wearing a semi-sheer negligee with some kind of lacy trim, and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing much underneath, just skimpy panties and bra. Melissa was so thrilled at being alone with her, she could hardly think.
"You're out of school for the summer?" Pam asked. Melissa nodded. "How would you like a job?"
"With you, Miss Porter?" Melissa cried. "Oh, wow, I'd love it."
"Fine," Pam smiled, "I'm making you my personal assistant, Melissa. And your first assignment is to bring me a young man to help with some heavy work. I'd like him to be a very attractive young man. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am," Melissa said, "I know just the guy for the job."
"Okay, go get him," Pam said. "I'd like him here as soon as possible."
"Yes, ma'am," Melissa cried-and raced for the door.
She hummed to herself all the way home. Harold, who'd waited for her in the woods nearby, couldn't get her attention. She babbled something about working for Pam Porter and being on an assignment, and after that she was off in the clouds, walking so fast he could hardly keep up with her. They got to where the'd left their bikes, and Melissa leaped on hers and began pedalling for town as fast as she could go. When she got there, she headed down a street that was new to Harold.
"Where are you going?" he called.
"Assignment," she panted. "Wait for me at home, okay?"
"Okay," Harold sighed.
Free of her cousin and his questions, Melissa headed for the home of Mike Webster, the captain of her high school football team. Nothing but the best for Pam Porter! Mike was strong enough to do any heavy work the actress required, and in Melissa's opinion, was the sexiest-looking boy in school. She rang his doorbell and quickly persuaded him to do some odd jobs for the famous star. He grabbed his bike, and they headed back for the movie set.
Ten minutes later Melissa was introducing Mike to Pam Porter. Pam's eyes flicked approvingly over the boy's husky tall body. "Mike will do just fine, dear," she purred. "You may go now. I'll want you again tomorrow around lunch time."
"Yes, Miss Porter," Melissa sighed.
She wished she could hang around for awhile, but she obediently closed the door and headed for the gate. Then curiosity overcame her. There was nobody around to stop her, so she sneaked back to Pam's trailer and quietly let herself in by the back door. She found herself in Pam's bedroom. After taking a moment to admire the king-size bed and its red satin spread, she tiptoed up the hall and peaked around the corner, into the living room. Pam and Mike were still standing there just as she'd left them.
"You're sure this job won't interfere with any of your other activities, Mike?" Pam was saying.
"Oh, no ma'am," Mike said, "not if it's just a couple of hours a week like you said."
"It can be rather unusual work at times," Pam said. "I hope you're not easily shocked."
"Aw, heck, no," Mike boasted. "I'm a senior, Miss Porter."
"Good," Pam said, smiling broadly, "because your job is to make love to me."
Melissa clapped a hand to her mouth, just barely stifling a squeal of surprise, and Mike's jaw dropped practically to the floor. He gawked at the gorgeous platinum blonde actress in her semi-sheer negligee, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. Pam stood there grinning mischeivously, enjoying her effect on the kid. Mike tried to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, after clearing his throat a few times, he managed to find his voice.
"Ma'am?" he said hoarsely.
"I want you to make love to me, Mike," Pam said slowly and distinctly, "take me to bed, fuck me. Think you can handle that?"
Mike got very red in the face and croaked, "Oh, yes, ma'am, I sure can."
"Good boy," Pam smiled. "Now let's see how you look without your clothes. Go ahead, undress."
Mike got even redder, but he quickly bent and untied his sneakers. Melissa, finally over the shock of Pam's request, watched wideeyed from behind the curtain that separated hall and living room. Today was sure turning out lucky. She'd finally seen a naked male, her cousin Harold, and now she was about to see another one. She felt her virgin pussy start to heat and moisten.
Mike got his shoes and socks off, while Pam stood there tapping her foot impatiently. Like Melissa, she wanted to get on to the interesting stuff. Mike shucked his t-shirt, and Melissa noted that his chest was broader and more hairy than Harold's. Then, blushing, he unzipped the fly of his jeans and tugged down the tight pants. He wasn't wearing shorts. Pam's eyes got wide and hungry, and Melissa swayed dizzily as she felt a powerful surge of lust.
Mike's handsome seven-inch prick was stiff as a board, hugging his belly in a urgent hardon. The swollen purple head was leaking bubbles of hot juice, and his balls were engorged and taut. Pam took her time admiring his rigid dick and licking her lips, while the horny kid waited and shivered with longing. After what seemed an eternity to him, the blonde actress finally spoke.
"You'll do fine, Mike, just fine," she purred. "Now come here and undress me."
"Oh, yes ma'am," he croaked.
He hurried over to her, his bloated cock wagging stiffly, and he bent to remove her high-heeled slippers. Melissa was watching with hot excitement-and with envy. She'd had a letch for Mike for a long time, but he'd never noticed her because he was a senior and she was only a sophomore. She wished she could be in Pam's place, with him kneeling before her and treating her like a queen.
Then he was standing, his stiff cock grazing Pam's gown, and he was fumbling with the tiebelt of her negligee. He was a football player and his hands were big, so it took him awhile-but he finally got the belt undone. He opened her gown, and Pam shrugged it off her shoulders and let it float to the floor. She stood there in just her skimpy black lace bra and panties, and her body looked spectacular, just like in her movies. Mike stood there gawking at her, as if he was in a dream.
"Go ahead, Mike," she said huskily, "Finish taking off my clothes."
This time he couldn't even reply. He reached around her and fumbled with the catch of her bra. Melissa was practically jumping up and down with excitement, and she wanted to dart into the room and help him with that stupid bra catch-but of course that was out of the question. He finally got it undone and drew off Pam's bra, then ogled her luscious, perfectly firm tits and large light pink nipples.
Then he dropped her bra and reached for her panties. His big hands weren't so clumsy this time. He got a good grip on the waistband and quickly tugged the filmy panties down to Pam's slim ankles. She stepped out of the garment, and Mike looked up-right into her carefully trimmed platinum blonde bush. His eyes got huge. He'd never seen a pussy quite like this one. Neither had Melissa, and she gawked, too.
Pam's slit was on fire with need, and although she understood the boy's urge to stare, she was quickly impatient with it. She wanted to feel his steel-stiff cock in her everhungry cunt, reaming and cramming her. Her fuck with Randy Dawson had been good, but not enough to satisfy her. It seemed she was always horny lately, and even three or four orgasms didn't quench her fiery need in her pussy.
"Mike," she said, "let's go in the bedroom."
If Mike hadn't been so slow in his reactions, Melissa would have been caught. He stared up at Pam, his mouth hanging open, as if he still didn't believe what was happening to him. During those few seconds Melissa had time to dart down the hall and into Pam's bedroom closet. She just prayed the actress wouldn't open it for any reason. She kept the door slightly ajar so she could see what happened, and she had an excellent view of the bed. .
She'd just gotten settled when Pam strode into the room, her pretty tits wobbling. Mike followed right behind her, his face red and glassy-eyed with lust. He couldn't take his eyes of her little undulating ass. Pam slid onto the bed and onto her back, opening her thighs a little to give the boy a provocative glimpse of her moist pink slit and its fringe of whiteblonde curls.
"Come here, Mike," she cooed.
"Oh, yes ma'am," he groaned.
His cock dripped a big glob of juice onto the rug as he moved toward Pam. Melissa was so excited, her palms were sweaty. She was actually going to see two people fucking. She was dying to know what it was like. In fact, she'd been tempted to go all the way with Harold earlier today, and she would have if she hadn't been preoccupied with seeing Pam Porter. But everything was paying off for her now. She'd finally know what fucking was like.
As Mike got onto the bed, Pam bent her knees and opened her thighs very wide. Now her platinum pussy fur really worked to advantage, showing up the contrasting rosy-pink of her slick and gleaming gash. She held out her arms to Mike, inviting him to sink down between her hot silky thighs, and the boy gave a hoarse groan of lust and scrambled over to her. He crawled between her legs and sank down on her, his stiff boner skidding over the wet flesh of her pussy.
"Yes, Mike, fuck me, stick your cock in me," Pam moaned, clawing at his shoulders with her long red nails.
"Ahhhhhh, Christ," Mike panted.
He jabbed around with his prick but couldn't seem to find the mark. It was infuriating. He'd fucked before and never been this clumsy. Finally Pam couldn't wait any longer. She reached down, fisted his violently throbbing prick, and carmmed it into her cunt. Mike bellowed with excitement and dug it home, slamming the stiff meat against her womb.
"Ahhhhhh, yessss," Pam hissed, "give me every inch of it, darling, fuck me good."
As Mike sheathed his engorged cock in the searing heat of her juicy pussy hole, he raised himself on his elbows to look at her. It was Pam Porter all right, no matter how unreal that seemed, and she was taking his stiff cock with squeals and gurgles of pleasure. Her famous face was contorted with lust, and she was jerking her hips in a greedy fucking motion, slamming her slippery twat up and down his rigid shaft.
"Come on, honey, fuck," she panted.
"Oh, wow!" Mike moaned.
It still didn't seem possible that he was actually fucking a famous movie star, but he decided it didn't matter if he was awake or dreaming. He just wanted to enjoy himself. So he began fucking her in quick hard jabs, his bell smacking hers. She loved it. She dug her nails into his shoulders and arched her body up against his, taking his hammering prick as deep as she could get it.
"Yes, baby, that's it," she moaned, "fuck me good and hard, don't stop."
Melissa could hardly breathe, she was so excited, and she didn't want to miss a second of thie exciting scent on the bed. As she watched Mike's thick rock-hard cock plunge deep into Pam's cunt, she'd waited for the actress to cry out in pain-but just the opposite happened. Pam took the stiff slab of meat with a howl of pleasure and begged Mike to fuck her hard and not to stop. Melissa shook her head in wonder. She still didn't understand how a big hard cock could go into a tiny cunt, but apparently it worked fine.
Now Mike's ass was knotting and jerking as he pounded his prick in Pam's juicy little twat. Melissa's view was between their legs from the rear, and she could clearly see Mike's wet blueveined prick pistoning in and out between Pam's curl-fringed cunt lips. He was reaming the juice out of her, and the pearly liquid ran down the crack of her ass and puddled on the red satin spread. Melissa found it very exciting to watch.
Pam had her head thrown back, her sleek blonde hair spread out over the pillow, and she was grinning with unashamed lust while Mike fucked her. Her eyes were at half mast under thick false lashes, and her little tongue darted out to lick her red-glossed lips. Here was a woman, Melissa sensed, who was very hotblooded and not at all shy about showing it. When Pam Porter wanted sex, she simply ordered a man brought to her!
"Yes, baby, yes," she was moaning, "you're fucking me good."
Mike looked like he'd died and gone to heaven. He was grinning broadly as he worked his stiff cock in the actress' juice-slick cunt, and he kept himself up on his elbows so he could watch her every reaction. Pam didn't disappoint him. She was obviously enjoying the hell out of his rough fast fucking. The harder he did it to her, the more excited she got and the more she drenched his dick with molten cream.
"Oh, wow, Miss Porter," he sighed, "I think I'm gonna come."
Pam scowled and said, "Don't you dare. You hear me? Don't you dare come till I tell you to. I need lots and lots of climaxes, sonny, and if you want to keep this job, you'll give them to me."
"Yes, ma'am," Mike exclaimed.
He wasn't sure how he managed it, but he somehow kept from shooting his load. He didn't want to blow the chance to go on fucking her all summer. He miraculously held out as she tightened her cunt around his hammering cock and rubbed her swollen furnace around his meat, and he sensed that she was very close to coming.
"Fuck it to me, Mike, fuck hard!" she screamed.
Mike gave it everything he had, his belly slapping loudly against hers, his steel-hard cock battering her womb. She screwed here eyes shut in ecstasy and began to whimper steadily as he hammered her into a body wracking orgasm. He. felt her cunt clamp around his dick and drench it with steaming come-cream as her slim body began to rock and writhe.
"You're doing it to me," she whimpered, "you're making me come, Mike, unnnnnhhh, yesssssss."
Melissa, watching raptly from the closet, felt her virgin pussy spurt a huge hot load of juice. It soaked right through the crotch of her panties. She watched Pam Porter coming and coming-and she ached to come right along with her. Melissa was still a virgin, but she really know how to bring herself off. Right now she wanted to finger-fuck her dripping little cunt in the worst way. But she couldn't risk anything that might make Pam and Mike aware of her presence.
So she seethed with horniness and watched Pam getting all the relief. The lovely blonde writhed and gurgled with pleasure till all the delicious sensations died away. Then she pushed at Mike's shoulders.
"Get off me, dear," she said, "I want to do it doggy-style."
"Huh?" Mike said.
"Never mind, dear, just let me up," Pam said.
He very reluctantly slipped his juice-soaked dick out of her hot snug cunt and rolled off her. Pam flipped over onto her hands and knees and thrust her exquisite little ass up in the air. Finally Mike got the idea. He'd never fucked in that position before, but he was well acquainted with how dogs did it. He quickly knelt behind her, grasped her hips for support, and socked his engorged prick into her drooling cunt.
"Unnnnhhh, yes," Pam gasped, "get into me, baby, fuck me good and hard!"
"I sure will, Miss Porter," Mike sighed, his face flushing with lust.
"And don't come til I tell you to," she reminded him.
"Yes, ma'am, He moaned.
Her cunt felt just as good to him in the doggy position, and the view was fantastic. He could watch his blue-veined prick sawing in and out between her widely stretched cunt lips. He could actually watch himself fucking Pam Porter. He was especially fascinated with her tiny puckered ashole, which opened and closed to the rhythm of his fucking, almost as if it wanted the same thing her cunt was getting.
He wondered how it would feel to cram his cock up her ass-but he didn't feel he knew her that well yet. Maybe later in the summer he'd ask if he could do it to her. Right now it was fantastic enough to be fucking her cunt. He felt her tightening around him again, her twat squeezing his prick as she prepared to come. He fucked into her like a pile driver, his belly smacking her ass.
"Oooooooo, that's it, I'm coming, I'm coming!" she shrieked.
Mike gritted his teeth and just barely managed to hold out while her cunt gripped and released his cock in a hot hard rhythm. He felt his prick soaked with her sizzling come. As soon as her orgasm was finished she jerked her cunt off his dick and pushed him onto his back. He didn't understand-until she straddled him, slammed her cunt down the steel pole of his cock and started fucking him.
"Ahhhhhh, Jesus, yeah," he moaned.
Pam just grinned lustily at him as she jerked her juicy slick pussy hole up and down the granite column of his cock. Already she was tightening her cunt again, getting ready for another orgasm, and Mike really doubted he could hold out this time. He didn't want to lose this fantastic job, but he was only human, and his cock was so engorged it hurt. He felt like his balls were going to burst. Pam's cunt was squeezing, steaming, and gushing juice.
"Oooooooo," I'm gonna come," she squealed, "yes, now!"
Mike looked up at her and watched her coming, her face contorted with ecstasy, her tits bobbing hard. Suddenly she opened her eyes a little and hissed at him. "Come in me, Mike."
"Oh, shit, will I ever," he groaned.
He exploded in that same second, flooding her womb and cunt with gallons of his storedup jizz. She took the hot flood with wails of pleasure, her head thrown back, her eyes clos-ed in bliss.
Melissa didn't want to leave, but she didn't know when she'd get a better chance. Mike and Pam were both coming with their eyes closed, oblivious of everything but their pleasure. Melissa darted from the closet, out the back door-and right into the arms of Randy Dawson.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, hello there," Randy grinned. A teenage girl had come barrelling out of Pam's trailer and run smack into him. She was a cute little thing, and she was blushing like mad. Randy could guess why.
"Hi," Melissa said quickly, "I have to leave. Please let me by."
"Now hold on a second," Randy said, taking her arm and leading her away from the trailer. "I wanta know what you were doing in Miss Porter's dressing room."
"I'm Melissa Jones, and I'm Miss Porter's personal assistant," she said impatiently. "Now will you please let go of me?"
Randy scratched his head and said, as if really puzzled, "Well honey, I don't know if I believe you, 'cause I can't figure out what you were doing in there while Pam was fucking that kid."
Melissa gawked at him. "What?" she gasped. "You were watching?"
"Yeah," Randy said lazily, "I just happened to be walking by, and I glanced in the window, and there they were, fucking up a storm. I found that pretty interesting, so I watched. Now what's your excuse?"
Melissa took a deep breath. Maybe the only way out was to tell the truth. After all, this guy wasn't exactly shy about telling it himself. "I was watching too," she said, "from the closet. They thought I'd left."
Randy chuckled and gave her a playful pat on the ass. "I like your style, Melissa," he said. "Why don't you drop over to my trailer for a beer or a Coke? By the way, I'm Randy Dawson, and I'm Pam's co-star on this picture."
"I know," Melissa breathed, "it just took me a minute to recognize you."
"That's because I'm not wearing cowboy clothes today," Randy said. "Come on, let's go."
He was just wearing jeans, t-shirt and sneakers, like most of the crew, because he didn't see any reason to get all dressed up around this place. He hadn't had anything to do, so he'd strolled over to Pam's trailer to see if he could talk her into another round of fucking. But when he glanced in her bedroom window, he's seen she was already busy. It didn't make him feel jealous, but it sure left him horny.
So naturally, he was already planning what he'd like to do with this sexy little teenager, Melissa. He realized she was jail bait, but something about her suggested that she was just as eager for sex as he was. After all, she'd deliberately stayed in Pam's trailer to watch her fucking that kid. Probably she was feeling pretty lusty by now. Randy led her into his trailer and motioned for her to sit on the couch.
"What'll you have, Melissa?" he asked. "Beer, soda pop?"
"Oh, I'll have a beer," Melissa said nonchalantly.
She'd never tasted alcohol before in her life, but she wanted to seem grown-up. Now that she recognized Randy Dawson as a famous movie star, she was very excited. She'd been thinking for some time now about losing her virginity, and what could be more perfect than to surrender it to a sophisticated older man, especially one as attractive as Randy? She gave him a big smile as he handed her a can of cold beer.
Randy got a beer for himself, too, and sat down next to her. He thought how delectable she looked in those cherry-red shorts and that skimpy matching halter. He could see her stiff nipples poking against the cloth, and he could see the pout of her mound at the crotch of her shorts. He felt his cock starting to stiffen. What would happen if he made a pass at this girl? Would she dig it, or would she scream for mommy?
Maybe a direct pass wasn't the best idea in the world. "Jeeze, it's hot," he sighed. "I think I'll take off my shirt."
Melissa's eyes went wide as he tugged off his t-shirt. Now here was a real man, a grownup. His chest was broad, powerful, and thickly matted with dark blonde hairs. She couldn't help staring. It had been really exciting seeing her cousin Harold naked, and then Mike, but they were only kids. Something about Randy's hard hairy mature body just turned her on like mad. She felt her pussy going all hot and moist.
"Anything you wanta take off, honey?"
Randy drawled.
"Just my shoes," Melissa giggled as she kicked off her sandals.
Suddenly she felt weird-all relaxed and giggly and horny. She realized that the beer was getting to her. She kept staring helplessly at Randy's broad chest, and finally she reached out and ran her fingers lightly over the rough mat of hairs. Randy was grinning at her, and he looked so sexy, she just prayed he'd lean down and kiss her. She remembered all the exciting things Pam and Mike had done together, and her pussy began to cream heavily.
She thought for a second, about how she could get Randy to make a move, and then she said, "Mr. Dawson, I want to ask you something."
"Call me Randy," he said, "and ask anything you want."
"When you kiss girls in the movies," Melissa said, "do you ever get off on it?"
"Not often," Randy said, "because it's just business. But I sure get off on kissing girls in my private life. When they turn me on, I wanta kiss 'em in the worst way. Like you, for instance."
Melissa thought her heart had stopped. "You can kiss me if you want, Randy," she said-breathlessly.
He leaned down and put his mouth on hers, and she just melted against him. She felt him gently but firmly forcing her lips apart, and then his big hot tongue was in her mouth, exploring all over, digging deep. Her pussy creamed like crazy, soaking through her panties and shorts. Randy's big hands moved up and down her body, appreciating every curve.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Melissa moaned.
As he kissed her Randy had his eyes open, and he was taking care of business, moving beer cans and other stuff out of the way. He eased Melissa down on the couch and lay half on top of her. As he continued his deep sensuous tongue-kiss, he slipped a hand between her thighs and felt the hot moist crotch of her shorts. She was horny, all right. Now the only question was how far she'd let him go.
He finally broke the kiss and raised himself on his elbows, smiling down at the girl. Melissa was flushed and hot-eyed, and those little nipples of hers were practically poking through her halter. He untied the two little straps that held the halter on, then drew the garment away and dropped it on the rug. He ogled her luscious young tits, apple-size globes with erect red nipples.
"You mind if I play with your tits, honey?" he drawled.
"N-No, go ahead Randy," she panted.
She was much more excited that she'd been with her cousin Harold. When she and Harold stripped and explored each other and frigged each other, it was just out of curiosity, but with Randy she felt mind-boggling arousal. He really turned her on, and she knew she couldn't refuse him anyting. Hell, she didn't want to refuse him. He cupped her tits, and his hot hands made her shiver with excitement.
"A perfect handful," he grinned.
"I wish they were bigger," Melissa sighed.
"Honey, you know what they say," he chuckled, "more than a mouthful is too much."
"A mouthful?" Melissa giggled. "What does that mean?"
"This," he said.
She watched as he opened his mouth wide and brought it down around her left tit. He sucked in as much as he could, and Melissa moaned and shivered with excitement. He started sucking her tit just like a greedy baby, and she felt hot stabs of pleasure. Molten juice spurted from her virgin cunt and soaked her swollen pussy.
"Ooooo, Randy, that feels wild," she squealed.
He sucked hungrily and loudly on her tit, a lewd wet slurping sound that added to her arousal. He sucked till her whole tit was swollen and taut, and then he dived for the other one. Melissa gave a lusty yelp as he sucked the tender flesh into his mouth and bathed it with his hot spit. He sucked greedily and noisily, and she creamed uncontrollably. She knew for certain that this was the man she wanted to lose her cherry to.
Even if she hadn't been certain, she couldn't have resisted him. The beer had really gotten to her, and she felt incredibly lusty and bold. Her pussy was on fire, more hot and swollen and wet that it had ever been, and she kept getting images of the things she'd just seen Mike and Pam doing. Most of all she remembered Mike's big thick cock slamming in and out of Pam's cunt, while Pam screamed with pleasure and begged him not to stop.
Melissa wanted some of that action for herself!
As she was thinking these things, Randy finally finished sucking her tits into tautness and started kissing and tonguing his way down her body. He twirled the stiff tip of his tongue in her belly button, then trailed it right down under the waistband of her shorts. Melissa shrieked and giggled, because it really did tickle. Randy raised his lust-flushed face and grinned at her.
"I'm gonna take your pants off, sugar," he said. "Then I can make you feel real good."
Melissa could just hear her mother's voice, sternly saying, "Don't you dare let that man undress you." She ignored it. She didn't feel ashamed or fearful, just fantastically horny. She lay there gurgling with excitement as Randy unzipped her shorts and drew them off. He quickly removed her matching red bikini panties, then hungrily eyed her dark little triangle of bush fur.
"Open your legs for me, honey," he said softly, "and let me see that pretty little pussy of yours."
Melissa obligingly opened her legs, but that wasn't quite what he wanted. He showed her how to bend her knees and then spread wide, giving him complete access to her slit. Now the light of the room hit every feature of her gleaming pink pussy, from her tiny clit to her little puckered asshole. Randy felt his stiff cock straining against his fly. He wanted to take out his engorged dick and cram it hard into the girl's tiny teenage cunt.
That would have been the worst mistake in the world. It would have hurt her, and he'd be in trouble. It was far better to take his time, get her aroused, so that when he did fuck her she'd respond eagerly-and come back for more. He reached down and placed a fingertip on the hot little lump of her clit and began to rub. Melissa gave a little gurgle of pleasure, and he felt a spurt of hot cream against his finger.
"You like that?" he grinned.
"Mmmmm, I sure do," she sighed.
"I bet I know something you'd like even more," he said.
He rubbed his thick middle finger up and down her creamy pussy, making it slick and wet, and then he wedged the tip into the tight little mouth of her cunt. He eased his finger in about an inch and marvelled at how tiny her twat was. Then he pushed slowly but steadily into her, and Melissa gave a sustained low moan of delight as she felt her cunt stuffed with the stiff meat. She drenched his finger with a big rush of molten cream.
"Oooooooh, yessssss!" she squealed.
"You like that honey?" Randy asked.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, that's how I get myself off," she sighed.
Well, at least she wasn't bashful about that subject. Randy eased his big finger right to the last knuckle in her steaming little pussy hole, then began to finger-fuck her. Melissa squealed and soaked his plowing finger with another hot blast of juice. She gurgled and arched her body up, rubbing her clit against his stiff finger, obviously aching to get off. He still couldn't get over how tight her cunt was.
"Honey," he said, "you ever fucked before?"
"N-Noooo," Melissa moaned, "Oh Randy, don't stop doing that, it feels so good."
"I won't stop sugar," he said, "but you mean to tell me you're a virgin?"
Melissa just nodded, too lusty to speak. Randy almost came in his pants. Oddly enough, in spite of all the fans and groupies he'd fucked, he'd never taken a cherry. He used to fantasize about it all the time. Now he was finally going to do it-that is, if Melissa cooperated. He was pretty sure she would. She was lusty out of her mind and not making a secret about it.
"Unnnnhhhh, yeah, do it to me, make me come," she whined.
"Yeah, honey, I'll get you off," he promised.
He finger-fucked her faster and faster, his thick finger making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot juice from her gripping twat. She gurgled as he felt the delicious redhot friction, and the molten cream overflowed her cunt and gushed down the crack of her ass. Randy felt how fantastic her cunt felt around his pistoning finger. Her box was young, powerfully muscled, and it could squeeze hard. It would be out of sight to shove his cock in there.
But he had to be patient. He was going to be stuck in this hick town all summer, and he wanted to be sure of a steady supply of pussy. If he did right by Melissa, she'd be back for more. But if he hurt her, he could count on a long hot summer with just his cock and his fist. Pam obviously wasn't dependable. She was into seducing the town teenagers. So he was careful to get Melissa aroused to fever pitch. His thick finger plowed deep and hard in her scalding wet twat.
"Ooooo, Randy, just a little more," she moaned, "I'm gonna come real quick."
"I got a little surprise for you, honey," he leered. "This'll make you come like a bomb.
Still working his big stiff finger deep and hard in her gripping box, he leaned down low and clamped his lips around her lust-stiffened clit. He gave a powerful suck, drawing the slick throbbing bud into his mouth, and he felt Melissa stiffen and then shudder. Suddenly his face was dripping from a huge blast of her tangy thick cream, and her slender body began to convulse.
"Eeeeeeee, I'm coming!" she shrieked.
She was coming, all right, and with a violence he'd only seen in a grown woman. He sat up and watched her, powerfully aroused by the sight of her bucking body and crazily wobbling tits. Her pretty face was all twisted with ecstasy, and thick pearly cream was gushing out around his deeply-lodged finger and flooding down the crack of her ass. She must have come for almost a minute. Then she sighed and went still, and he drew his soaked finger from her dripping box.
"Honey," he said hoarsely, "I gotta be honest with you. I wanta fuck you in the worst way. But I don't wanta force you, so you better leave right now if you don't wanta go any farther."
She stayed just like she was, legs spread wide, wet pink slit fully open to him. "I want you to fuck me, Randy," she said.
"You're sure about that?" he said, petting her sensitive slit. "It can hurt a girl the first time."
"Well, there has to be a first time, doesn't there?" Melissa smiled. "Please, I want to know what's it like."
Randy nodded and drew his hand away from her pussy. He sat on the edge of the couch so she could see the enormous bulge at the fly of his jeans. "Okay, then, honey," he said, "I'm gonna let you take out my cock."
Melissa sat up and reached for his fly. Her fingers trembled with lust as she opened his pants and tugged them down. He wasn't wearing shorts, and his massive rigid boner snapped free of his tight jeans and wagged lewdly in the bright daylight. It looked as thick as her wrist, and the gleaming purple head looked the size of a baseball. She wondered how she was ever going to take that giant slab of meat into her virgin cunt-and yet she knew she'd go crazy if she didn't get it.
She helped him out of his jeans, and then he lifted her up and carried her into his bedroom. Like Pam, he had a king-size bed. He deposit-ed Melissa in the middle, on her back, and arranged her with her legs bent and spread. He knelt between her thighs and touched the enormous rock-hard head of his dick to the tiny mouth of her untried cunt. She soaked it with a scalding rush of cream. She felt scared, yet wildly eager.
"You ready, honey?" he drawled.
"Yes Randy, do it to me," she moaned.
He just about came right then and there. Here was this pretty little girl about to take her first cock, and it was going to be his. He could tell she was a little nervous, so he started pushing into her very slowly. Firmly, steadily, but slowly. He watched the engorged head of his prick spreading her delicate cunt lips till he thought they'd burst. Luckily the fleshy lips were like elastic, expanding to take even the largest cock. He watched the purple head of his prick disappear into her smoking slippery little fuck hole.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Y-Yes," Melissa whimpered, "but your cock feels so big."
"You can take it, honey," he said, "if you just relax."
She nodded and tried not to quiver with fright as he kept easing his massive cock into her virgin cunt. It felt like a cannonball was being pushed into her. But Randy was right, she wasn't torn or split in half. Dazedly she watched his wrist-thick blue-veined cock gliding farther and farther into her cunt, till all she could see was the patch of coarse dark hairs at the very base.
"There," Randy panted, "it's all the way in. You're a grown-up lady now, Melissa."
She just stared at him wide-eyed, and he grinned and began to fuck her-just like she'd seen Mike do to Pam. He started sawing his hot throbbing boner up and down in her juicy twat, and she waited to feel the ecstasy Pam had felt. It was awhile in coming. She still had to get used to having something that huge in her belly, a long thick slab of meat that pulsated and raked against every inch of her cuntal tube.
But gradually it started to feel good. Randy's rigid shaft rubbed up and down her clit, giving her surges of pleasure, and that made her start creaming again, so that his fucking got wet and slick and easy. She began to relax, and pretty soon she was moving her hips to his rhythm, plowing her slick twat up and down the granite column of his cock. Randy grinned down at her, knowing she was starting to love it.
"Unnnnn, yeah, Randy, it's feeling good now," she panted.
"And it's gonna feel even better," he leered.
It would have been so easy to come, but he forced himself to hold out because he wanted to bring her with him. Gradually he fucked her faster and faster, and she responded with squeals of pleasure and hot floods of cream. Soon she was fucking right back at him and clawing his shoulders, and he felt her pussy juice boiling around his deep-plowing prick. He had her now. This little chick was going to be hooked on fucking as long as she lived.
"Ooooooo, Randy, it's so good," she squealed, "your big oV cock feels so good in me."
He fucked into her even faster and harder, knowing she could take it now, knowing she actually craved it. Her cunt was fiery hot, and it was squeezing his prick hard and urgently. She was aching to come, frantically rubbing her throbbing joy button against his sawing shaft. He cupped her writhing ass and fucked into her with lightening speed, and she threw back her head and wailed.
"Ahhhhh, Randy, I'm coming" she shrieked.
Randy groaned and shot his load against her womb. "Take it, baby!" he yelled.
Melissa took her first steaming flood of jizz with gurgled and squeals of pleasure. The hot jets of come seemed to intensify and prolong her own climax. Then after long delicious moments of coming together, they rolled apart and Randy gave her a playful smack on the ass.
"Honey, you can come visit me any time," he said. "Me and my cock will always be glad to see you."
Melissa was sure she'd be taking him up on that invitation.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melissa reported for work around noon the next day and found Pam impatiently waiting for her. The actress was dressed in skin-tight pants and a blouse cut almost to her belly button, and she was wearing five-inch heels. She sure would have been out of place walking down the main street of town, Melissa thought. She looked stunning, but she definitely didn't look ordinary.
"I need you to find me an older man," Pam said, "somebody more my age. He doesn't have to be handsome, but it sure would help."
Melissa tried not to giggle. She knew just what Pam wanted the guy for. But she went on playing innocent. "Does he have to be real strong, Miss Porter?" she asked. "Is he gonna be doing real hard work?"
Pam smiled mysteriously and replied, "It'd help a lot if he was muscular, yes. Can you find me somebody like that, Melissa?"
"Yes, ma'am," Melissa grinned, "no problem."
In fact, she had the perfect man in mind. Her school had acquired a new athletic coach that year, a handsome but shy man named Jim Lewis. He was in his early thirties, really goodlooking, and he wasn't married. Every girl in school had a crush on him, and he didn't even notice. Melissa was willing to bet that he really wanted a woman, but didn't know how to go about getting one.
Well, she was going to help him out. She rode her bike to his house and found him mowing the lawn. Six feet tall, rugged tanned body, no shirt-Melissa started feeling horny the minute she looked at him. She reminded herself that he was for Pam, not her. As she got off her bike and started up the walk, he turned off the mower and smiled at her.
"Hi, Melissa," he said, "what's up?" You selling Girl Scout cookies?"
Jesus, Melissa thought, he thinks I'm still a little kid. "No, Mr. Lewis," she said, "I'm working for Pam Porter, the movie star, and I've come to offer you a job."
"Me?" he chuckled. "What kind of job?"
"Oh, helping Miss Porter with a few odd jobs," Melissa smiled. "I know you don't need the money, but you might find it kind of interesting."
"Hmmm, maybe I would," he said. "I guess I could go check it out. Will you show me how to get there, Melissa?"
"Sure, coach," she said, "grab your bike and let's go."
Jim Lewis had a brand-new ten-speed, which he used for errands around town. He was always telling the kids to get out of their cars and onto their bikes or their feet. He was a fitness nut, in fact. Well, today he was going to need every bit of his strength and stamina. Melissa was grinning all the way back to the movie set. She led him to Pam's trailer and knocked on the door.
Pam opened it, wearing the same sexy outfit as before. Jim Lewis' eyes went wide, travelling up and down her slim but curvy body. Melissa noticed that he lingered longest on the soft pout of her crotch. Pam was looking him over approvingly, too. Melissa made the introductions, and Pam gave her a great big grin.
"Very good, Melissa," she said, "Jim will do just fine. I'll see you tomorrow.
"But I'll see you sooner, Melissa thought.
She waved goodby, then scurried to the back of the trailer and entered Pam's bedroom. Tiptoeing up the hall, she heard the clink of ice cubes in a glass.
"You're sure you won't join me in a drink, Jim?" Pam said.
"No thank you, Miss Porter," Jim said, "I don't drink."
"My, my, how virtuous," she cooed, "but please call me Pam."
Melissa peeked out from behind the hall curtain and saw Pam sitting down next to the young coach. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. Melissa did some quick figuring. Jim Lewis had been in town more than a year, and nobody had ever seen him with a girl. He just had to be horny. Pam smiled and moved so close to him that their thighs touched. Jim reddened a little but didn't move away.
"Well, Pam, tell me about this work you want me to do," he said.
"I'm sure you'll find it very pleasant, Jim," she purred. "You see, acting takes a lot out of me, and I need ways to relax. I'm going to need you to help me with nervous tension."
"Hey, no problem," he said enthusiastical-ly, "I know massage, and I can teach you some god relaxation exercises."
"Darling," Pam drawled, "that's not quite what I had in mind."
She tossed down her drink, set the glass aside, and began unbuttoning Jim's shirt. His eyes got huge, and his face turned red. Melissa stifled a giggle. Pam was really blowing the coach's mind! Calmly she opened his shirt and drew it off, and he cooperated in a stunned kind of way, as if he was just too surprised to resist. Then she pulled off his t-shirt and ogled his powerful hairy chest. Melissa stared too, really turned on by his mature male body. Pam ran her hands over the smooth mat of hairs and almost gurgled in lusty anticipation.
"Yes," she breathed, "I'm sure you're going to be a very big help to me, Jim."
"Uh, Pam, I'm not quite sure I understand what you want," he stammered.
"Oh, you're so innocent," she smiled. "I'm going to enjoy this so much."
She reached for his fly. Jim's eyes got even wider, and he was blushing from head to toe. He watched Pam unzip his pants and reach inside, and then he gave a lusty shudder. She was working her fingers inside the fly of his jockey shorts and touching his cock. Deftly she drew the long semi-hard slab of meat out into the light and stared hungrily at it. Jim just looked dazed.
Melissa felt her pussy getting all hot and creamy as she watched. Coach Lewis was well hung, no question about it. Pam fondled his prick for awhile, and then she slipped to the rug, kneeling between his legs. Holding his blue-veined cock in one palm, she bent low, stuck out her tongue, and started licking the warm meat. Jim gave a hoarse groan and slumped back against the couch as if overcome with pleasure. With glazed eyes he watched Pam's wet pink tongue lapping all over his long thick boner.
"Is-Is this what you want me for?" he rasped.
"Ummm-hmmmm," Pam purred. "I don't know a better way to ease tension, do you?"
Jim didn't answer, just slumped there staring at her while she licked his meat. Melissa was fascinated. She'd never heard of giving head, but it looked so exciting. She wondered what it would be like to run her tongue all over a man's cock, exploring and tasting. She could hardly wait to try it. Maybe Randy would let her do it to him, or maybe she'd try it out on her cousin Harold.
Right now, though, she wasn't going anywhere. She wanted to watch every single thing Pam did to Coach Lewis, because she had an awful lot to learn. She tried to memorize everything the actress was doing, right down to the way she moved her tongue. But as she watched, Jim's cock started doing strange things. It gave a violent lurch and began to mushroom, growing even longer and thicker and very stiff.
"Mmmmmm, yes darling," Pam purred, "get nice and hard for me."
"Do I have a choice?" Jim moaned.
Her tongue was scalding hot on his prick, and her licking and lapping felt fantastic. Jim knew women found him attractive, but he'd always been shy and awkward around them and had never learned how to ask for a date. Consequently he'd been in this town a whole year without getting laid. Now all of a sudden this beautiful and famous actress was coming on to him, and it was blowing his mind.
Naturally he wasn't going to resist her. He watched his dick balloon to its full eight inches of wrist-thick meat, and he watched Pam tongue teasing the engorged purple head. Soon his piss hole started to leak fat bubbles of juice, and she speared them up on the tip of her tongue and rolled them around in her mouth, gurgling as she savored the taste. She licked up each drop as fast as it appeared.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed.
Melissa fought the urge to stick her hand down her jeans and play with herself. It was really making her horny to watch Pam licking the coach's cock. The coach was getting off on it too, flushing with arousal and breathing hard. His prick wasn't lying on Pam's palm any more. It was standing up rigidly, bulging with blue veins. Melissa was very curious about the taste of the glistening juice that oozed from his cock cleft. Pam sure seemed to love eating it. She was swirling her little tongue all over the knob-like head of Jim's prick.
Now she fisted the thick hairy base of his cock and pumped it, and Jim moaned and fed her an even thicker stream of hot cream. To Melissa's astonishment, Pam opened her redglossed lips as wide as she could and brought them down around Jim's cock, actually taking it into her mouth. She stuffed about half his eight incher inside and pumped the rest. As she fed the sensitive meat into her hot mouth, the coach looked like he was going to fly right off the couch.
"Ahhhhhh, Christ, yeah," he moaned.
Melissa vowed that she was going to suck cock the first chance she got. It really looked exciting, and it sure got a guy turned on. Jim's handsome face began to twist into a big grimmace of pleasure as Pam started sucking on his dick. Her head bobbed up and down, blonde hair flying, and she left his shaft gleaming with her hot spit. She sucked with a lewd wet slurping sound, like she was starved for cock meat.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned.
"Christ, yeah, suck my cock," Jim moaned.
His eyes were half lowered, his nostrils flaring, as he watched Pam greedily pumping and sucking his prick. Her action was hungry and hard, suctioning the hot salty cream right out of his piss hole. His big hairy balls throbbed and threatened to burst with their hot load. It was hard to hold out with his engorged dick sheathed in her steamy slick mouth. But he tried, because he didn't want this delicious scene to end.
Melissa didn't want it to end, either, because she still had a lot of learning to do. She watched intently as Pam gave the hot hungry blow job, memorizing each detail. It was wild the way Pam's sucking had changed Coach Lewis from a mild-mannered guy to a leering animal in just a few minutes. His teeth were flashing as he panted, and his eyes were starting to roll. He sure wasn't being bashful now.
"Yeah, suck it, baby," he groaned, "suck my dick good and hard."
Intent as she was on watching, Melissa still happened to catch some movement out of the corner of her eye, and she glanced out the hall window to see her cousin Harold proceeding determinedly toward the front door of the trailer. She had to stop him before he interrupted this fantastic scene. She scurried back to the bedroom and stuck her head out the door. "Psssst, Harold," she called. He whirled and hurried toward her. "Hey, Melissa," he frowned, "are you gonna hang out here all the time? I could use some company, you know, I don't wanta spend the whole summer by myself. I came looking for you because-"
"Harold, shut up," Melissa said. "Huh?" he said. "Why are you whispering?"
"I wanta show you something," she said, "something very interesting, but you have to keep quiet."
"Okay," Harold agreed. "Follow me, and don't make a sound, no matter how surprised you are," she ordered.
She led the way back into the trailer and up the hall and showed Harold how to peek out between the curtains. He looked-and turned beet red. Melissa squeezed in front of him and, since she was a foot shorter, they were able to share the same spy hole. Pam was still on her knees in front of Coach Lewis, sucking loudly and hungrily on his prick. As they watched, she felt Harold's tall lean body quivering with excitement.
"Ahhhhh, shit, it's good," Jim was moaning. "Suck that meat, baby, suck."
Harold's cock went stiff in his jeans, straining at his fly and throbbing violently. Melissa could feel it against her back. If they'd been alone, she would have turned right around, unzipped his fly, and sucked on his dick, just the way Pam was doing to Jim. But they couldn't risk being caught, so they'd just have to postpone their fun. Harold breathed hard and rubbed his stiff prick against her as they watched the adult couple in the next room. Melissa was creaming heavily, soaking the crotch of her panties.
"Ahhhhh, fuck, I'm gonna come," Jim moaned. "You better pull back if you don't wanta eat it."
Pam didn't pull back. She tightened her grip on the fat base of his cock and pumped like crazy, and she sucked even harder and more greedily on the creaming head of his prick. Melissa shivered lustily as she tried to imagine swallowing a whole mouthful of a man's come. She watched Jim's massive prick zipping in and out between Pam's hugely stretched lips, the blue-veined meat gleaming with her hot spit.
Harold reached down and cupped her tits as they watched, gently squeezing, and right away her nipples went rigid and poked out hard under her bra and shirt. She could feel her cousin's prick straining and throbbing in his jeans. She recalled that Harold was pretty nicely hung, and she promised herself to fuck him the first chance they got. But she didn't want to miss a second of this exciting show. Everything else would have to wait.
Coach Lewis had his head thrown back, his eyes screwed shut, and he was moaning steadily now. The room echoed with his hoarse moans and with the obscene wet slurping noise Pam was making. Then suddenly Jim stiffen-ed, then shuddered, and began to fuck her mouth, his hips jerking uncontrollably. The kids watched Pam's cheeks puff out like a chipmunk's.
"Ahhhhh, shit, I'm coming!" Jim bellowed.
"Uuummmmmmmmmm! Pam moaned.
She let the steaming, jetting come collect till it was dribbling out the corners of her lips, and then she gulped it down greedily. Harold almost came in his pants as he watched her. Coach Lewis was groaning and fucking at her mouth, filling it with load after load of hot jizz. At last he slumped back with a big satisfied sigh, and his prick slipped from her mouth. She licked her lips to get the last drops of his come, then got to her feet.
She started taking off her clothes, and Melissa felt Harold give a lusty shiver. He squeezed her tits hard, and his cock throbbed against her back. They both watched intently as Pam slipped off her blouse and bra and pants. She wriggled out of her panties and showed Jim her trimmed platinum bush. His eyes widened hungrily. She slowly and deliberately spread her legs, showing him the wet pink flesh of her gash.
"I want you to eat my pussy," she told him. "Why don't we go into the bedroom and be more comfortable?"
"Quick," Melissa whispered to Harold, "we've gotta get out of here."
They raced for the bedroom, and Melissa pushed Harold into the closet and squeezed in in front of him. She left the door open just a crack, giving them a view of the bed. Harold's prick was still hard as a rock as she leaned against him, and he was breathing hard. She could easily imagine how lusty he felt, because she was insanely horny, too. She could hardly wait to find out what Pam had meant by wanting her pussy eaten.
Pam and Jim walked into the bedroom. He'd taken off all his clothes, and Pam was naked, too, except for her high heels. Grinning, she lay down on her back in the very center of the bed, bent her knees, and drew her legs wide open. Harold gave a low moan at the sight of her wet, pink, platinum-fringed pussy, and Melissa elbowed him in the ribs to remind him to be quiet. Then Jim crawled onto the bed and went belly-down between Pam's legs, his head right between her upper thighs.
As the two horny kids watched, Coach Lewis stuck out his tongue and started licking Pam's luscious-looking pussy. Melissa barely stifled a moan of envy. Although no man had even gone down on her, it didn't take much imagination to know how it would feel. That hot wet meat caressing every inch of her ultrasensitive slit-it would be heaven! She creamed furiously as she watched, and she ached to be in Pam's place.
"Ahhhhh, yessss," Pam hissed, "lick me, lick my pussy, I just love it."
Harold went to Melissa's tits again, and he was bolder this time, slipping his hands up under her shirt and cupping her bra. Her stiff nipples poked his palms, and her tits felt scorching hot even through the lacy material. His prick was so engorged, it hurt, and he wished frantically that he would whip it out and cram it up his cousin's hot little cunt. He was so sick of being a virgin.
He couldn't help it, he just had to try. As they watched Jim eagerly licking Pam's pussy, Harold unzipped Melissa's jeans and drew down her jeans and panties. She whirled and shot him a puzzled look, but he just couldn't control himself. He unzipped his fly, drew out his red-hot throbbing dick, and shoved it between the tight cleft of Melissa's ass. She lurched and gasped. The rigid fuck tool nested between the tops of her thighs, rubbing the hot slick flesh of her pussy.
Melissa felt really torn. Harold was playing a dangerous game, trying to fuck her while they hid in the closet only a few feet away from Pam and Jim. Her common sense told her they'd better knock it off. On the other hand, she was aching to feel a big stiff cock in her cunt, and Harold's engorged boner was right there. All she had to do was reach down and slip it into her twat.
"Unnnhhh, yessss, suck my clit," Pam was whining, "get me off."
Harold and Melissa momentarily forgot their own lust and watched in total fascination as Jim used his lips and tongue to drive Pam out of her mind with pleasure. He was concentrating on the pea-size pink bud of her clit, alternating between sucking it and whipping it with the stiff tip of his tongue. Pam's pretty face was twisted in a grimace of ecstasy, and thick hot cream was pouring from her cunt and dribbling down her ass cheek. She clawed the bed and greedily shoved her clit in the coach's face.
"Suck me, suck meeeee," she wailed.
Harold suddenly went out of control, jerking his cock frantically between his cousin's thighs, trying to find her cunt. He felt like he'd go bananas if he didn't get laid. But it wasn't easy to find that little hole, and his steel-hard prick slipped and skidded all over, missing the mark. Melissa half wanted him to find it, yet she knew it was insane to try to fuck in that closet.
Her slim body bucked so hard, Jim couldn't keep his mouth on her clit, and he rose to his knees and watched her come. Her luscious round tits were wobbling crazily, and her perfect white teeth were flashing. He watched thick floods of pearly come-juice gushing from her cunt.
"Unnnhhh, shit, it's so good," she moaned.
Harold gave one last frantic shove with his achingly swollen prick-and knocked both himself and Melissa off balance. He gave a yelp, and they both came tumbling out of the closet, sprawling on the rug. Both of them had their jeans down to their knees, and Harold's cock stood up stiff and gleaming with his cousin's horny juices. Jim and Pam gawked at the two kids, and then Pam began to laugh.
"Well, Melissa," she cooed, "aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
CHAPTER SIX
Pam didn't look at all angry, so Melissa forged ahead. "Miss Porter," she said, getting up off the floor, "this is my cousin Harold." Harold blushed lobster red and quickly zipped his pants.
"I see," Pam smiled. "How do you do, Harold? I assume you both know Coach Lewis?"
Jim was blushing, too, and now he stammered, "Pam, what in hell were those kids doing in the closet?"
"Spying on us, I assume," Pam said calmly. "Didn't you ever do things like that when you were their age, Jim?"
"Well, I suppose I did," he admitted.
"Anyway, no harm done," Pam said, "and as far as I'm concerned, the more the merrier. Why don't you two take off your clothes and join us?"
The men's mouths dropped open, but Melissa looked delighted. "Oh, wow, Miss Porter," she chirped, "that'd be terrific."
"Hey, Melissa, wait," Harold gulped.
"Oh, Harold," Melissa laughed, "don't be such a drag. This is gonna be fun."
She started stripping off her clothes. All she could think of was getting a chance to make it with Coach Lewis. She'd had the hots for him ever since he came to teach at her school. Now he was lying naked on Pam's bed, embarrassed but at least not running away. As she undressed, Pam ogled his hairy adult body and his big semi-hard prick. Her pussy was already hot and moist from the teasing Harold had given it, and now she began to cream uncontrollably.
"Well, Harold," Pam purred, "aren't you going to join the party?"
Melissa didn't think it was possible for her cousin to blush any harder, but he did. "Oh, uh, I don't think so, Miss Porter," he said. "I'd better be getting home."
Pam slid off the bed and walked over to him, and his eyes travelled helplessly up and down her luscious naked body, taking in her slightly quivering tits and the small platinum triangle of her bush. He thought how much he'd like to fuck this beautiful woman-but how could she possibly want him? She had to be just putting him on. She walked right up to him, though, and gave him a great big smile.
Then she started undressing him. Harold couldn't believe what was happening. She calmly bent and untied his sneakers and lifted his feet out of them, and then she stood up and pulled off his t-shirt. He stayed limp, just as Jim had done half an hour before, too surprised to do or say anything. Pam unzipped his fly, then tugged down his jeans and shorts in one brisk motion. Harold's steel-stiff seveninch prick snapped free of its prison and wagged lewdly before him.
"Mmmmmm," Pam purred, "what a gorgeous cock you have, Harold."
Harold just swallowed hard and moaned. Smiling, Pam reached out and started to pet his cock. Her slightest touch felt exciting, and the horny boy shivered with lust. Big fat globs of juice oozed from his piss hole, and Pam playfully smeared them all over the hard purple head of his dick. Harold felt dizzy with longing. Pam took his hand and placed it on the soft warm fur of her bush, and he thought he was going to come right then and there.
"Let's go sit on the bed, Harold," she said softly. "We'll be more comfortable there."
Mindlessly he allowed her to lead him over to the bed. He noticed that Melissa was stark naked and sitting near Coach Lewis, who looked just as dazed as Harold. Harold stretched out on his back, and Pam sat beside him and went on petting his prick, which stood straight up and drooled streams of hot juice. It was all so unreal. Pam was grinning broadly, and he noticed that her pretty red nipples were stiff with lust.
"You know, darling," she cooed, "you'd look so much better without those glasses."
"That's what I keep telling him," Melissa chuckled.
Pam removed Harold's glasses and set them on the bedside table, It really did improve his appearance, Melissa thought. He was actually handsome. Now, if he could just get over his shyness! But he was in good hands. She was sure Pam could control him. She snuggled farther toward Jim Lewis, till she could feel the heat of his body, and as she turned to smile at him, she saw his cock starting to stiffen.
"You don't mind if I sit close to you, do you Coach?" she said. "I want to give them plenty of room."
"Er, uh, no, Melissa," Jim said hoarsely, "not at all."
He wondered how in hell he'd gotten into this kinky scene. It seemed like one minute he'd been mowing his lawn, and the next minute he was taking part in an orgy. It had all happened so fast-Pam going down on him, dragging him into her bedroom, asking him to eat her pussy, and then the two kids tumbling out of the closet. He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming.
He wasn't. Melissa, one of the cutest girls in school, was sitting naked next to him, and now she was slipping a hand onto his thigh. He couldn't help it-his pock gave a horny lurch and mushroomed into complete hardness, standing up and pointing at the ceiling. Melissa saw it and gave a little squeal. Quickly she fisted the rigid slab of meat and began softly pumping it, running her hot hand up and down the blue-veined stalk.
"Uh, honey, maybe you shouldn't do that," Jim said hoarsely. "I mean, I'm old enough to be your father."
"Oh, that doesn't bother me, Coach," Melissa smiled. "Why don't you just relax and have fun? And that goes for you too, Harold."
Harold was just lying there with eyes as big as saucers while Pam stroked his stiff cock. He looked like he didn't dare let go. But slowly he was getting unbearably aroused, his body flushing, his eyes going glassy and hot. Melissa could hear his heavy breathing. She, too, was very excited as she pumped Jim's wrist-thick cock and watched what Pam was doing to Harold.
"Listen to your cousin, dear," Pam purred. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. We're all here to have fun."
Her voice was very soothing, and Harold gradually began to relax. He turned his head and saw Melissa jacking off the coach. Then he looked down and watched Pam's hand running up and down his rigid cock, smearing the hot juice around and leaving his meat wet and gleaming. Again he thought how much he'd like to fuck this woman. Well, why not ask? The way she talked, anything was okay. He cleared his throat so his voice wouldn't be croaky with lust.
"Miss Porter," he said, "could we fuck?"
Pam beamed. "Why, Harold, you sexy devil," she cried, "you're a tiger after all. Have you ever fucked before?"
"Well, no," he confessed with a hot blush.
Pam shivered lustily. She'd never had a virgin before, and the idea of taking this kid's cherry turned her on like crazy. "I've got good news for you, Harold," she said. "You're going to lose your virginity today."
"Oh, wow, fantastic," he croaked.
"But first I want to teach you just how to come on with a girl," Pam said. "You won't get anywhere with girls till you learn the right approach."
"Yes, ma'am," Harold said eagerly, "go ahead and show me."
Melissa and Jim couldn't help but be interested. Jim knew his technique needed a lot of improvement, and Melissa had everything in the world to learn about sex. She kept stroking Jim's cock as they watched, and she felt hot sticky juice starting to leak from his piss hole. She copied what Pam had done to Harold, smearing the thick cream all over his prick, and she felt him shivering lustily and starting to breathe hard. They listened attentively as Pam began giving Harold his lesson.
"All right, Harold," Pam said, "let's pretend I'm your date, a girl your own age, and we're parked somewhere. You want to fuck me, but I'm playing hard to get. Here's how to change my mind-fast."
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, showing him the wet pink flesh of her slit. She pointed to the tiny hooded bud of her clit. "This is the most sensitive organ of a woman's body, Harold," she said, "and girls just love to be rubbed there, but not too hard. Give me your hand and I'll show you."
Harold eagerly extended his hand, and Pam placed one of his fingertips on her clit and began to rub in a circular motion, showing him just how much pressure to apply. Then she let go and let him carry on by himself. He got the idea very fast, and Pam slumped back on the pillow and gurgled with pleasure. Harold felt his finger suddenly drenched with scalding cream from her aroused cunt. Her pussy felt steaming-hot and very slick with juice.
Jim was getting so turned on, he was losing his shyness. "Want me to do that to you, Melissa?" he asked.
"Oh, wow, yes," Melissa chirped, "I'd love it, Coach."
By now she was snuggled against him with her ass in his lap, and all he had to do was reach around and slip his hand between her legs. He found the erect throbbing bud of her clit and began to rub it, just as Harold was doing to Pam. Melissa squealed with pleasure and instantly soaked his finger with molten pussy cream.
"Ooooo, yeah, Coach, that's terrific," she sighed.
"Aren't I a good teacher?" Pam grinned. "Sometimes I think I should have gone into teaching instead of acting."
"Sex education, of course," Harold chuckled.
"Why, Harold," she laughed, "you even have a sense of humor. Mmmmm, keep rubbing my clit, dear. That feels very nice. You're making me so horny, I'm ready to do anything you want."
"Like maybe sucking my cock? Harold said boldly.
"My, my, you learn fast," Pam cooed.
She reached out and fisted his cock and pumped it, but her position didn't allow her to get any closer. "Look, Harold," she said, "suppose I'm that imaginary date of yours, and you're getting me very, very horny. Now it's time to go on to the next stage. You've got to keep me hot, keep me from thinking. So you eat my pussy."
"Far out," Harold moaned. "Will you please show me how, Pam?"
"Yes, dear, but I'm going to do it a special way," Pam said. "I want to suck your cock while you're eating my pussy, so we'll do sixty-nine."
Harold looked blank, but he soon got the idea as Pam straddled him backwards. She crouched over him with her cute little ass in his face, and he felt her hot moist breath fanning his stiff dick. She spread her legs wider and exposed the wet pink flesh of her pussy. He could see everything-her erect clit, the drooling mouth of her cunt, and the tiny puckered opening of her shitter.
"Lick my clit, Harold," she commanded, "lick it roughly with the tip of your tongue."
Harold eagerly stuck out his tongue and started whipping it up and down over her hot joy button. Her cream tasted tangy and exciting. Pam gave a squeal of pleasure, and he saw a big thick rush of cream from her cunt. He lapped it up and swallowed it, then lashed his stiff tongue tip greedily around her hotly throbbing clit. Then suddenly he felt her scalding wet tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
"Ahhhh, yeah, lick my cock," he moaned.
Melissa gave a horny shiver. Cock licking and sucking looked so exciting to her. She'd gotten horny out of her mind when she watched Pam sucking off Coach Lewis. She just had to try it for herself. She wriggled out of Jim's embrace and knelt beside him, bending low and grabbing his stiffly weaving boner. She held his lustily lurching cock still, then stuck out her tongue and started licking the fat purple head.
"Ahhhhh, Jesus," Jim moaned.
It was outrageous to let a student give him head-but he couldn't bear to make her stop. He was way overdue for a sexual blow-out. He sank back shivering with pleasure as Melissa tongued the head of his cock and gobbled up the thick cream that oozed from his piss hole. The kid was jail bait, of course, but he'd worry about that later. Right now all he could think of was getting his rocks off.
"Why, look at that, Harold," Pam smiled, "your cousin is a quick learner, too."
Harold glanced over and saw Melissa licking Coach Lewis' cock. Her little pink tongue was lashing and swirling all over the flesh purple knob, and she was gurgling with excitement as she gulped down his salty cream. Jim was glassy-eyed with bliss, his face contorted in a lusty grimace. Harold knew just how he felt. It was fantastic to have a woman's hot hungry tongue lashing all over the sensitive head of his dick.
"Ahhhh, yeah, that's so damned good," Harold moaned.
Pam was really whipping the ol' tongue all over his prick head, hungrily gobbling up his cream as fast as it oozed from his piss hole. She stuck her pointed tongue tip deep into the cleft of his cock and reamed out a mouthful of juice. Harold stabbed at her pulsating clit with the tip of his tongue and made her shiver and moan. Her aroused cunt kept feeding him hot floods of tangy cream.
"Unnhhhh, yeah," Coach Lewis suddenly groaned, "go down on me baby, suck."
Harold and Pam glanced over and saw that Melissa had suddenly taken Jim's cock into her mouth. Her lips were hugely stretched, and she looked a little surprised to find her mouth so crammed with hot meat. But she drew in her cheeks and started sucking, just the way she'd seen Pam do earlier, and Jim groaned in ecstasy.
"Mmmmmmmm," Melissa moaned.
She found she was wild for the taste of his cock juice, and she sucked strongly, suctioning the tasty cream out of his piss hole. Her lips felt stretched to bursting, and his thick eightincher crammed her mouth so full she could hardly breathe, yet it was exciting to feel that hot meat throbbing on her tongue. She got so aroused, she began making a loud obscene slurping noise as she sucked.
"The girl's a natural," Pam said wonderingly.
"Christ, I'll go along with that," Jim groaned.
Pam looked down at Harold's stiff-standing prick and debated whether to suck it. It looked so inviting, but the panting boy was about to come. She could blow him another time. Right now she was more interested in giving him his very first fuck. She rolled off him, onto her back, and spread her legs wide. Her lustinflamed cunt was gushing a thick flood of molten juice.
"Come on, Harold," she panted, "let's fuck."
"Oh, wow!" Harold exclaimed.
He quickly threw himself on her and started jabbing around with his steel-hard young cock, but he got the same results as with Melissa-he couldn't find her cunt. Groaning with frustration, he poked and jabbed and prodded, but it was no go.
"Shit," he moaned.
"Darling," Pam purred, "let me help you out."
She reached down and seized his scaldinghot dick and guided the big hard head to the slippery mouth of her cunt. She shoved it in about an inch, then let it go, and Harold gave an excited moan as he felt the sensitive tip of his prick sheathed in the steaming wet flesh of her twat. He shivered so lustily, Pam thought he might shoot his load, but to her relief he managed to hold out.
"Push, Harold," she panted, "shove your big cock up my cunt."
Her hoarse urgent command got plenty of attention. Jim and Melissa glanced over just in time to see Harold groan and shove. He shoved so hard, his steel-stiff cock slammed all the way to Pam's womb in one greedy thrust. His balls slapped her ass, and he felt her greedily gripping cuntal tube throbbing against every inch of his dick. He wasn't a virgin any more!
"Ahhhhh, fuck, fantastic," he moaned.
"That's good, baby, very good," Pam gurgled, her cunt deliciously crammed with the boy's thick seven-incher. "Now just push in and out. Do it as hard as you want."
Blissfully Harold started thrusting his bloated cock up and down in her snug but slippery twat. At last he was fucking, at last he was into a woman's cunt! It felt even better than he'd fantasized. Pam clung to him, matching his movements with her lustily jerking hips, and he could tell she was loving every second of it. She drenched his sawing prick with scalding cream, and her box rhythmically squeezed and released his meat.
"Unnhhhh, that's it, baby, fuck me good and hard," she moaned, "fuck me till I can't stand it."
There wasn't much chance of that, Harold thought. He was already aching to come, and he had a hunch that Pam would never get tired of fucking, not even if she lived to be a hundred. But he did his best, pistoning his rigid prick hard and deep in her hot little fuck hole and making her squeal and moan with pleasure. He glanced over to see how his cousin was doing.
Melissa's head was bobbing up and down vigorously as she sucked Jim's big thick cock. His blue-veined shaft gleamed with her hot spit. She caught Harold's eye and briefly drew her mouth from the soaked column of meat so she could speak.
"Hey, cousin," she grinned, "how ya doing?"
"Great, Melissa, just great," Harold moaned.
As Melissa brought her mouth down around Jim's cock again she kept her eye on Harold. It was a powerful turn-on to watch him fucking Pam Porter. He wasn't bashful any more. He was grinning confidently as he hammered his juice-soaked cock in Pam's hot little pussy hole. Melissa suddenly knew how much she wanted to fuck her cousin. She wanted to fuck the Coach, too. And she had a hunch that this would be perfectly okay with Pam. Pam wasn't the jealous type, not as long as she got plenty of action herself.
And right now Pam was getting all the action she could handle. As Harold's excitement mounted, he fucked into her faster and faster, his face growing red with lust, sweat beading on his forehead. His belly smacked loudly against Pam's, and the room echoed with the obscene sucking noise his cock made as it reamed the hot juice from her cunt. Pam suddenly threw her head back and screamed her eyes shut in ecstasy.
"Unnnhhhh, Harold, you're gonna make me come," she moaned. "Just a little more, baby."
Melissa let Jim's engorged spit-soaked dick snap from her lips. She'd get back to her blowjob in a second, but right now she just had to watch this exciting fuck. Jim must have understood, because he pulled her to a sitting position, snuggled against him, and they both watched in fascination as Harold fucked Pam into a screaming frenzy of pleasure. His ass knotted and his hips jerked with lightning speed.
"Ahhhhhh, Jesus," he moaned. :,.
"Unnnhhhh, Harold, you big bastard, you're fucking my brains out," Pam groaned. "Unnnhhhhh, yessss, I'm coming, aaahhhh."
"Fuck, shit, aaaggghhhh!" Harold bellowed.
He came like a bomb, flooding her womb with sizzling jism, and they rocked and writhed and howled together till he'd shot the last drop. Then he collapsed on her with a big sigh of satisfaction, and Pam gave him a grateful pat on the back.
"Harold," she purred, "that was marvelous. But look at your cousin. She's being very naughty."
"What do you mean, Miss Porter?" Melissa asked.
"Why, Jim has a hard-on, darling," Pam said with a wicked grin. "Aren't you going to do anything about it? It isn't nice to let him just lie there and suffer."
Melissa grinned broadly. "You're right, Miss Porter," she said. "I'll do something about it right away."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Melissa turned toward Jim with an eager smile, but he moved away from her. "Wait a second, honey," he said, "but I think we've gone far enough. I'm way too old for you. If I need to get my rocks off, I'll do it with Pam."
Pam raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, no, you won't, darling. I absolutely insist that you get it on with Melissa. Otherwise you can forget about both of us."
Jim was in a fix. He was dying to get laid, hadn't been laid in over a year, but he just didn't think it was right to fuck a student. He studied Melissa, her slim body, her small highriding tits, and her delicate little triangle of dark bush fur. She looked so damned youngand so inviting. If he didn't fuck her, he'd lose Pam. It was a hell of a dilemma.
While he debated, Melissa decided to make the decision for him. No way was she going to miss a chance to fuck the handsome young coach. She pushed Jim onto his back and quickly knelt between his legs and dipped her head low. She opened her mouth wide and captured his stiff-standing cock, taking half his eight inches inside. She caved in her cheeks and started sucking greedily and loudly. Jim flinched, moaned and almost shot his load.
"Ohhhhh, Christ," he gasped.
"Good going, Melissa," Pam laughed. "That ought to change his mind."
Harold looked wonderingly at Pam. Obviously she wasn't at all jealous to see Melissa making it with her lover. On the contrary, it seemed to turn her on to watch. Her eyes got hot and glazed with horniness as she watched Melissa hungrily sucking on Jim's cock, and she scooted closer for a better view. As she crawled away from him, Harold saw that her slit was oozing a thick stream of juice.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Melissa was moaning.
Jim was lying there hot-eyed with pleasure, struggling to regain some self-control. He knew he shouldn't let this girl go down on him, yet he couldn't bear to make her stop. It had been so damned long since he'd had a woman. Her mouth was like steam heat around his engorged cock, and each hungry suck gave him delicious sensations. He was only human, after all.
"Dammit, Melissa, knock it off," he groaned.
"Uhhh-uhhh," Melissa answered, her voice muffled by his swollen cock.
"Oh, darling, why don't you just relax and enjoy?" Pam grinned. "Nobody's going to tell on you. This will just be our little secretright, kids?"
Harold and Melissa both nodded earnestly, and Jim relaxed a little. It really would be something to fuck a sixteen-year-old girl. He could just imagine how deliciously tight her cunt was, and God knows he needed a good long fuck. Melissa was gobbling his dick like she was starved for it. Obviously she was no sexual innocent. It wasn't like he was forcing her or anything.
Still he had to be sure. "Melissa," he said hoarsely, "is that your own idea? Do you really want to fuck me?"
Melissa raised her head and let his spitzes soaked cock snap from her lips. "Oh, yes, Coach," she exclaimed, "I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you."
That settled it. She was willing, and his cock was about to burst. "Okay, honey, climb aboard," he growled.
"Now you're being sensible," Pam grinned.
Melissa eagerly got up and straddled his belly, her knees hugging his hips. Her darkfringed little pussy was poised right over his rigid prick. Jim seized her tiny waist and positioned her just like he wanted her. His cock was throbbing violently, and hot cream was pouring from his piss hole. He couldn't ever remember being hornier than this. He wedged the enormously engorged head of his cock into the tight ring of her cunt mouth.
"Ooooooo, yessss," Melissa squealed.
"I'll go easy," Jim panted. "I may be too big for you."
Melissa wanted to tell him that he wasn't too big, that she'd already fucked Randy Dawson-but she didn't know how Pam would feel about that. Jim started pushing into her very slowly, gradually feeding his wristthick eight-incher into her slim but slippery cunt. She squealed with excitement and soaked his dick with molten juice. It was stuffing every inch of her cunt, but she wasn't afraid.
"Ooooooo, yes, Coach, get into me," she cried, "give me every inch of your big cock."
Jim watched his rigid prick gliding between her hugely stretched pussy lips and invading her tiny wet twat. It seemed impossible that such a slender girl could take that huge slab of meat, but she was doing it and loving it. Her cunt was fantastically tight, and it felt hot as a blast furnace around his prick. At last he felt the tip of his cock touching her womb, his balls gliding to rest against her ass.
"There, honey, you've got it all," he sighed.
"Mmmmmm, I feel it," Melissa panted, "it's so good. Fuck me now, Coach. You don't have to worry-I can take it."
"Oh, my God, you two," Pam moaned, "you're making me so horny."
It really was a turn-on to see slender Melissa sitting on Jim's massive fuck tool. Now he held her firmly by the waist and started fucking her fast, making her body bounce. Her pretty tits wobbled and shook, and she gurgled with pleasure as she felt his big hard cock reaming and stuffing her hot little cunt. Pam's eyes got shiny with lust, and Harold moved in for a closer view of the action.
"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, it's real good, Coach," Melissa was moaning, "I love the way you're fucking me."
Harold moved right up beside Pam and said to her, "I don't understand. If you're so horny, how come you let Melissa get it on with the coach? How come you didn't fuck him yourself?"
Pam smiled and said, "Honey, I've lost track of how many men I've fucked and how many ways I've done it. Plain old fucking gets a little dull at times, when you've been around as much as I have. I like a little variety now and then."
"Like watching somebody else?" Harold said.
"That's right, dear," Pam replied. "Just look at these two. Doesn't it turn you on?"
"Yeah," Harold said hoarsely, "it sure does."
He watched his pretty little cousin riding Jim's pistoning cock with gurgles and squeals of pleasure. Jim's cock was spreading her cunt lips so wide, it looked as if they'd burst, but obviously Melissa was in no pain. She loved every deep hard thrust of his cock, and each time he plunged it into her, she let out a yelp of delight.
"That's it, Coach, really fuck it to me," she moaned, "fuck my pussy good and hard."
"Ahhhhhh, Christ, it's so tight," Jim moaned.
He'd never been into a tighter pussy. The fit was very snug, but it was slick and easy, too, because Melissa was creaming so heavily. He could feel the velvety walls of her twat glowing with heat and sucking at his dick, drawing it deeper and deeper. Thick pearly juice overflowed her crammed box and gushed down the bloated blue-veined stalk of his cock. Unable to control himself, he fucked into her faster and faster.
"Ooooooo, yeah, give it to me, fuck hard!" Melissa yelled.
Pam was watching the whole scene intently. She was on her hands and knees, and Harold had a super view from behind her. He saw how swollen and glowing her pussy was, and he saw the endless thick stream of juice dripping from her little cuntal opening. This lady was very, very horny. Maybe he could help her out. He wedged the thick tip of his middle finger into her cunt mouth and started pushing the stiff meat up her twat. Pam gasped and soaked his finger with molten juice.
"Harold, what a marvelous idea," she moaned. "Give it to me, baby, give me every inch."
Melissa picked up on Pam's hoarse cries and turned to grin at her cousin. "Harold, what are you doing to her?" she teased.
"Oh, just a little finger-fucking," Harold said, trying to sound cool.
"Ooooooo!" Pam squealed.
Harold was working his stiff finger roughly no up and down in her juicy hot cunt, giving her hot stabs of pleasure. It was almost enough to satisfy the raging lust she felt as she watched Melissa and Jim. Almost-but not quite. Like she'd just told Harold, ordinary sex wasn't enough for her any more. She needed a little touch of the kinky, the bizarre, to really get off.
So what would it be this time? She had a good cast to choose from, plenty of players. As she watched Jim's lust-contorted face, she remembered what a fantastic pussy-eater he was. Like most shy men, he'd turned into a tiger when he had a tangy slit to touch and lick and suck. She'd like to experience his expert sucking again. She hadn't been jealous of Melissa, so why should Melissa be jealous of her? Yes, she'd just join in the action, make it a three-way scene.
But first she wanted a little more action from Harold. His finger-fucking was good, but it wasn't quite getting it for her. "Harold," she panted hoarsely, "stick another finger in my ass."
Harold gawked at her for a second, then inserted his index finger in the tiny puckered opening of her asshole. The fit was very tight, but he managed to ease the stiff meat inside. As he pushed it into her, Pam gave a long shrill squeal of excitement. Now she had two rigid fingers in her belly, one jerking in her cunt and one probing her shitter. Her thrills were doubled as Harold finger-fucked both her twat and her ass.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, fantastic," she moaned. "Keep doing it, darling, get me off."
"Wow," Melissa exclaimed, "I've gotta try that sometime."
"I'll do it for you next," Harold eagerly offered.
He watched lustily as his two fingers zipped in and out of Pam's snug cunt and asshole. She remained on her hands and knees, watching Melissa and Jim fuck. Jim was really going at it now, fucking hard and fast, and Melissa was riding his jerking body with squeals and moans of pleasure. The room echoed with the obscene wet sucking sound of his thick cock reaming her tight little twat and forcing out her cream.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, it's so damned good," she moaned.
Pams eyes were focused on Jim's massive boner as it slammed in and out of the girl's little pussy hole. Each time Harold crammed his fingers into her cunt and ass, she felt a powerful blast of pleasure. It wouldn't be long now before she was over the edge, her body shaking with orgasm. She tightened her twat and shitter to get more delicious hot friction.
"Do it to me, do it to meeee," she wailed, "just a little more, baby, I'm gonna come!"
Jim and Melissa turned to watch her. Pam was kneeling there glassy-eyed with pleasure as Harold finger-fucked her in the cunt and ass. Her tits were wobbling, and her pink tongue was tracing a lusty line around her lips. Suddenly she stiffened, closed her eyes, and gave a hoarse whimper. Then her slender body began to writhe and convulse.
"Ahhhhhhhh, God, I'm coming!" she shouted.
Harold felt her cunt and asshole clamping around his fingers, and he saw hot juice spurting from her crammed box. It was very arousing to hold his fingers deep inside her as she came. The muscular walls of her twat and shitter gripped and released his fingers in a powerful hungry rhythm. Pam howled and came for almost a minute, then immediately crawled forward, leaving his fingers behind.
"That was great for openers," she said as she straddled Jim's face, "and now I want the main course."
Even Melissa was surprised when Pam suddenly sat there facing her, her dripping pussy poised right over Jim's face. Everybody stared at her for a moment, then began to laugh. Leave it to Pam to add one more kinky dimension to the fun. Jim stuck out his tongue and began lapping her hot tangy pussy while he jerked his big hard cock in Melissa's cunt.
"Oh, wow, Miss Porter, what a fantastic idea," Melissa squealed.
"I'm glad you don't mind, dear," Pam grinned.
"Mind? Why should I?" Melissa replied.
She just didn't have any jealousy in her. She liked to see people having fun, and just because she was fucking Jim didn't mean she couldn't share him. There was plenty of room for him to fuck her and also eat Pam's gash. And it was very exciting to watch him do it. Melissa had a super view of his big wet tongue lashing up and down Pam's platinum-fringed pussy. Pam gurgled with pleasure as the hot wet meat whipped the most sensitive part of her body.
"Unnnhhhh, yessss, lick meeee," she hissed.
Harold sat watching all this and getting hornier by the second. Pam had just finished taking his cherry, and he'd come like a bomb, but he was a teenager-which meant he was always horny, always up for another round of fucking. Now his seven-inch dick was hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on, and he ached to cram it up a nice hot cunt. But both cunts in the room were being used right now, one by Jim's cock and the other by his tongue.
Harold would just have to be patient, and in the meantime he could amuse himself by watching the others. It was more than amusing-it was totally fascinating. Pam and Melissa crouched facing each other, and Jim took care of them both. His massive boner reamed Melissa's dripping little cunt, and his thick red tongue plowed in and out of Pam's juicy twat. The two women were flushed, hoteyed and panting.
"Ooooooo, Jim, that's so good," Melissa moaned.
"Eat me out, Jim," Pam whined, "make me come."
Harold's prick gave a horny lurch and started to ooze big bubbles of hot juice. He would have given anything to be in Jim's place just then, fucking and eating two gorgeous females. Melissa threw her head back and closed her eyes, and Harold knew she was just on the verge of orgasm. Another few deep hard thrusts of Jim's cock, and her body began to convulse.
"Eeeeeeeee, yeah, I'm coming!" she shrieked.
Jim gave a muffled moan, and Harold knew he was coming, too. That was confirmed when his creamy jizz started dripping from Melissa's cunt. But he kept on hammering his stiff tongue in Pam's twat, and in another few seconds she gave a piercing shriek and drenched his face with pearly come-juice.
"Unnnhhhhh, fuck, yesssss!" she wailed.
Harold shivered and almost came right along with them. He imagined being in Jim's place, taking on two women at once, and it just blew his mind. But then, why not? Why couldn't he do it, too? Pam had made it clear that any crazy thing was okay, and Melissa seemed up for adventure, too. Harold gathered his nerve, and as the trio finally finished coming, he spoke up.
"Hey, ladies, how about repeating that act with me?" he leered.
"Why, Harold," Melissa laughed. "You're sure not shy any more."
"I think it's a marvelous idea, Harold," Pam purred. "Just lie back, darling, and we'll take care of the rest."
Sighing blissfully, Harold stretched out on his back, and Pam admired his handsome stiff-standing teenage cock. Then with a gurgle of lust, she straddled him and touched the dripping mouth of her cunt to the hard purple knob of his cock head. She gave him a great big grin as she thrust her hips greedily down, taking his rigid boner right to her womb. Harold felt his dick sheathed in scorching wet flesh.
"Ahhhhhh, shit, yeah," he moaned.
Pam was too eager to wait for his clumsy beginner's efforts, so she started fucking him, doing all the work. That was great with Harold. He lay there grinning and watching her jerk her slippery cuntal tube up and down the granite column of his cock. Soon the blueveined shaft was glistening with her pearly cunt cream. He felt her hungry twat pulsating against his dick and sucking at it, drawing it deep.
"How do you like it, darling?" Pam said huskily. "Is it good for you?"
"Oh, wow, Miss Porter, it's fantastic," Harold groaned.
Maybe "fantastic" wasn't the word, though, because it was actually better than any of his horny fantasies. Here he was lying on his back, being serviced by a famous movie star, and his pretty little cousin was about to join in the fun. He'd never had a fantasy as exciting as this.
"Come on, Melissa, climb aboard," Pam grinned.
Melissa eagerly squatted over her cousin's face, and she gave a gasp of delight as she felt his hot tongue start to lash up and down her tangy slit. It felt marvelous to have that wet meat snaking into every steaming fold and cranny of her horny pussy. But Harold soon zeroed in on the place he wanted, her tight but juicy little cunt. He suddenly crammed his whole tongue up that inviting hole.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, yessss!" Melissa cried.
Pam drenched Harold's cock with a steaming rush of juice as she watched him shove his tongue up his cousin's cunt. "Yes, give it to her, Harold," she panted, "work your tongue very hard and fast in her cunt. You can get her off that way while you fuck me."
Harold was totally blissed-out. He slammed his tongue deep into Melissa's tasty pussy hole, and he plowed his engorged boner roughly in Pam's eagerly offered cunt. What more could a guy possibly want? He wished the delicious sensations would never end. Nearby Jim was stretched out, a look of complete satisfaction on his face. Harold knew he'd soon be looking that way himself.
"Ahhhhhh, baby, fuck me," Pam was moaning, "fuck me as hard as you can."
"Unnnhhhh, your tongue feels so good in me," Melissa whined.
They were all so absorbed in their fun that they didn't notice a face peering in the bedroom window. Randy Dawson had some time on his hands, and he'd wandered over to see if Pam or Melissa wanted to get it on. Now he discovered that he was late for the party. His cock went stiff as steel when he peered in the window and saw what was going on.
"Holy shit," he said softly, "will you look at that?"
Pam had rustled up some new talent. She and Melissa were crouched over a lanky kid, Pam riding his jerking cock while Melissa took his spearing tongue. Close by lay a powerfully built young man, and from the satisfied look on his face it appeared the girls had already taken care of him. Randy decided to line up for the fun, just as soon as the right moment presented itself. Meanwhile he watched eagerly through the window.
"Unnnhhhh, Harold, you big bastard, you're gonna make me come," Pam moaned. "Fuck it to me hard, baby, really hard."
"Ooooooo, Harold, I'm just about to come," Melissa whimpered. "Really give it to me, don't stop."
Harold pulled out all stops and sucked like crazy at his cousin's tangy cunt while he jackhammered his stiff prick in Pam's seething pussy hole. Both women were going out of their minds with pleasure, screaming and creaming uncontrollably. Harold himself was damned close to coming, but he steeled himself to hold out till he brought off both girls. And then suddenly he felt both cunts going visetight, squeezing his dick and his tongue.
"Ahhhhhh, my God, you did it, I'm coming," Pam moaned.
"Eeeeeee, Harold, I'm coming!" Melissa squealed.
Not a moment too soon for Harold. As he felt his prick and tongue soaked with molten come-cream, he bellowed and shot his load, flooding Pam's cunt. They all came together, and it seemed to go on and on, sucking the jizz out of his balls, till he thought he couldn't possibly shoot any more. Then, to everybody's astonishment, the back door opened and a big blond cowboy walked in.
"Howdy, folks," Randy said, grinning and bowing, "hope you-all don't mind if I join the fun."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"This is Randy Dawson, everyone," Pam said dryly. "I assume you've all heard of him. He's going to be my co-star in this picture."
"I'd like to be your co-star right now, Pam," Randy said with a leer. "How about it? Can I join the party?"
"Well, I don't know, Randy," Pam said, "that depends on what everyone else wants. What do you think, Melissa?"
Melissa realized Pam was just teasing him, and she said with a frown, "Well, I suppose it's okay. It's your trailer, Miss Porter, so do whatever you want."
"Please," Randy said, "pretty please." He already had a hard-on that threatened to burst out of his jeans.
"What do you think, gentlemen?" Pam said to Harold and Jim.
"It's your place," Jim shrugged.
"It's your bed," Harold said.
"So they're leaving it all up to me," Pam smiled. "Okay, Randy, you can join in if you can pass one simple test."
"Sure, anything," Randy said eagerly. "What's the test?"
Pam lay back and opened her legs wide. "I want to know how well you eat pussy," she grinned.
"Hey, no problem," Randy said. "I'll get right to it."
"Take off your clothes first, dear," Pam smiled.
"Right," he grinned.
Melissa watched excitedly as he stripped. Naturally Harold and Jim weren't that interested, but she could tell they were excited to be with another famous star. Randy undressed with no self-consciousness at all. He had reason to be proud of his powerful hardmuscled body. Melissa hungrily eyed his steelstiff cock as he stepped out of his shorts. He climbed onto the bed and lay belly-down between Pam's widely spread legs.
"Any pice in particular you want me to start?" he grinned.
"Yes, lick my cunt," Pam panted, "eat me out."
"You got it," Randy leered.
The others watched as he stuck out his big red tongue and started scooping hot cream from the fur-fringed mouth of Pam's cunt. She gave a little squeal of delight and went limp, keeping her legs wide open and offering herself completely to his lapping tongue. Melissa gave a horny shiver and thought how much she'd like that done to her. That hot juicy tongue would feel delicious on her swollen slit.
"Oooooooo, yessss," Pam squealed, "do it to me hard, Randy, really give it to me."
"Okay, sugar, I'll give you my whole tongue," Randy growled.
Abruptly he plowed his thick tongue up her cunt, right to the root. Pam wailed with ecstasy and almost shot off the bed. Her head lolled back and her eyes rolled shut as Randy began to tongue-fuck her, ramming the stiff meat roughly up and down in her juicy hot cunt. Melissa almost moaned aloud with envy, and her little twat began to leak a steady stream of molten juice.
"Unnnhhhhh, yes, you big bastard, fuck me with your tongue," Pam groaned.
Melissa glanced around and saw that Harold and Jim's interest had picked up considerably. When Randy first asked to join the fun, they'd acted almost bored, but now they'd crawled closer for a better look at the action. Pam's gorgeous naked pussy and her hoarse cries of pleasure were really turning them on. Both men had fierce hard-ons, their cocks leaking hot bubbles of juice.
Melissa felt just as excited as they did. She focused on Randy's thick red tongue as it plowed in and out of Pam's heavily juicing box. Melissa ached to feel that stiff tongue meat in her own boiling pussy hole, but she knew she'd just have to wait her turn. It was Pam's place, and Pam's show, so Pam got her pleasure first.
"Unnnhhhh, marvelous, darling," Pam cried hoarsely, "just a little more and I'll be coming."
Both Harold and Jim shuddered with lust as they watched her, fantasizing that they were in Randy's place, driving her wild with pleasure, tonguing deep into her molten little twat. Pam had her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as Randy's big hot tongue reamed her depths and scooped out her tangy cream. She arched her slender body, taking his tongue as far as she could in her greedy fuck hole.
"Unnnhhhhh, damn, it's good," she groaned.
Tell me about it, Melissa thought wistfully, her own little gash was swollen and steaminghot, and she couldn't stop the steady flood of cream that gushed from her twat and ran down her thighs. She began to think she'd go crazy of she didn't get some relief for her hot lust. Why couldn't she just ask Jim or Harold to fuck her? She knew Pam wouldn't mind. It was just a matter of deciding which guy she wanted.
She never got to make that decision. All of a sudden Pam began to scream.
Her writhing body and shrill cries of pleasure captured everybody's attention. Randy rose to his knees and watched her come, her pretty tits bouncing and wobbling, thick cream gushing from her spasming cunt and flooding down the crack of her ass. All three men grabbed their dicks and started pumping them, and Melissa knew they were fantasizing, pretending they were jerking their stiff cocks in Pam's seething pussy hole.
"Well, how about it, baby, did I pass the test?" Randy said as Pam finally went limp.
"Mmmmmmm, you sure did, lover," she grinned. "What do you want for a reward?"
"As if you couldn't guess," Randy leered, reaching for her.
"Now, just a minute, darling," Pam said, rolling out of his reach, "there's a couple of guys in line ahead of you. You'll just have to be patient."
Randy groaned. "Ah, come on, Pam," he complained, "you've fucked both of them already, and I'm horny enough to croak."
"Sorry, darling," Pam cooed, "but you'll have to play it my way or go find yourself another party."
"Shit," Randy groaned.
He knew he'd lost. It was Pam's party, and he'd just have to follow her rules. He also knew she was doing it this way on purpose, just to drive him up the walls with lust. But what could he do about it? He was outnumbered. He withdrew to the edge of the bed and resisted the urge to grab his engorged prick and jack off. By God, he was going to wait for Pam's cunt, no matter how long it took!
"Mmmmmm, Jim, what a gorgeous hardon," Pam was purring. "Come here, darling."
"Oh, yes, ma'am," Jim leered.
He crawled over to her, his massive boner wagging stiffly, and Pam had him lie on his back. Melissa quivered with longing as she eyed his rigid prick. It pointed at the ceiling, and it was leaking thick streams of juice that ran right down to the patch of coarse dark hairs at the base of his prick. Pam, too, admired his cock for a moment before climbing aboard. She straddled him and touched the wet mouth of her twat to the huge purple head of his cock.
She held herself in that position, teasingly rubbing her slippery cunt mouth back and forth over the head of his dick, and she turned to look at Randy and give him a big mocking smile. Randy couldn't help it-he moaned, grabbed his bloated cock, and started pumping it. Satisfied with her results, Pam turned back to Jim and very slowly eased herself down on his stiff prick, quivering lustily as it invaded her hungry box.
"Ooooooo, yessss," she hissed.
"Ahhhhh, shit, she's hot inside," Jim moaned.
"I don't wanta hear about it," Randy sighed.
He knew damned well how hot she was, because he'd fucked her before. But she'd never seemed more enticing to him than right now, as she gradually stuffed her steaming little cunt with Jim's rock-hard meat. She took her time, savoring the slow cramming of her box, feeling his dick throbbing against her gripping cuntal walls. At last his cock was all the way into her, and she drenched it with a scalding flood of cream.
"Mmmmmmmmm, your cock feels so good in me, Jim," she moaned.
Randy knew she was really speaking to him, trying to drive him out of his mind with needand she was succeeding, the bitch. For a second he was tempted to jack off right in her face, to sizzle his come all over those famous features. It would have been easy to do, because he was aching to get his rocks off. But, no, he was going to wait for her cunt, even if he had to wait all night, and then he was going to fuck her brains out.
"Fuck me, darling," Pam was eagerly telling Jim, "fuck me good and hard."
"Yes, ma'am," Jim leered.
He didn't know why she was favoring him, unless she was doing it to bug Randy Dawson. He didn't care about her motives. All that mattered was that he was fucking her, not somebody else. He gripped her small firm waist and started plowing his engorged prick up and down in her juice-slick box. Her cunt was fiery hot, slippery, and snug, and each time he crammed his cock deep into that steaming hole, he felt a powerful blast of pleasure.
"Unnnhhh, yes, fuck it to me, Jim," Pam squealed, "fuck me with that big hard cock."
Randy was gritting his teeth and trying to be patient. He noticed that the kid, Harold, was having similar problems. Harold was sitting very close to the action, watching with hot glazed eyes as Jim's thick blue-veined prick plowed in and out of Pam's dripping cunt. Harold was pumping his cock and almost moaning aloud with need. Randy knew the feeling, all too well.
Melissa, too, looked so turned on she could hardly stand it. She was leaning back against the headboard, and as Randy watched her she slipped a hand between her legs and began running her lust-inflamed pussy. For a second he thought of crawling over there and fucking her, but he was determined to hold out for Pam. He was going to give that bitch a fucking she'd never forget. But meanwhile all he could do was watch helplessly as she fucked another guy.
"Ahhhhhh, yes, fuck me good and hard, Jim," she was whimpering, "I love the way you're fucking me."
That was true. Pam always loved a good hard fucking. But she wanted more. She wanted to add some spice to this scene, and she knew just how to do it. Randy had burst in here so confidently, without knocking, just assuming that because he was rich and famous they'd let him in on the fun. Pam wanted to teach him a lesson. He'd be allowed to join the party, yes, but he'd be the very last one in line.
"Harold," she called hoarsely, "come here, darling, and let me suck your cock."
"Oh, wow, will I ever," Harold cried.
He hurried over and stood before her, straddling Jim's chest and rubbing the creaming tip of his cock against her lips. Pam gave a horny gurgle, stuck out her tongue, and started licking up his juice as fast as it oozed from his piss hole. Harold shivered with pleasure, and behind him he heard Randy groan with frustration. Well, it was just too bad that the guy felt left out. Harold wasn't about to give up his place. He began to pant as Pam's hot juicy tongue played all over the sensitive head of his cock.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, lick my meat," he sighed.
"I'm so glad you like it, darling," Pam purred. "I'll lick it clean, and then I'll suck it till you come in my mouth, okay?"
"Okay," Harold said blissfully.
He didn't know it, but her words were really directed at Randy-and they had exactly the effect she wanted. Randy groaned and pumped his painfully swollen cock even faster and harder. He could imagine all too well the sensations Harold was getting as Pam snaked her hot greedy tongue deep into his piss hole and reamed out his cream. He wanted to charge over there, push Harold out of the way, and ram his cock down the bitch's throat.
But, no, he'd be a good boy, and he'd wait his turn-and then he'd fuck her till she couldn't walk. No way was he going to let her forget this. He fought back groans of lust as he watched her licking the head of Harold's creaming dick. Then she caught his eye, and while they were looking at each other she opened her mouth wide and sucked in the kid's prick.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
"Ahhhhhh, shit, yeah," Harold cried.
"Ohhhhh, Christ," Randy moaned.
Pam deliberately looked him right in the eye as she sucked in nearly all of the boy's stiff seven-incher. She drew in her cheeks and started to suck noisily and greedily on the creaming meat. Randy damned near came in his own pumping fist. He wondered just how much longer she was going to make him wait, because he doubted he could hold out very long. In an agony of lust he watched Pam sucking off Harold while Jim fucked her.
"Dammit, Pam, I get the point," Randy shouted.
Pam briefly removed Harold's spit-soaked cock from her mouth and said, "Oh? Are you going to show some manners now, Randy?"
"Yes," he groaned, "I promise."
"Good," Pam grinned. "Now get over here and fuck me in the ass."
Randy's mouth dropped open. Pam didn't say another word, just crammed Harold's prick back in her mouth and started sucking on it hard and loud. Panting, Randy crawled over and knelt behind her, straddling Jim's legs. He pressed the heavily juicing head of his prick against the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. Pam gave a muffled moan and wriggled her ass enticingly, urging him on.
"Okay, baby, you're gonna get an ass full of cock," he growled.
He started pushing into her. The fit was very tight, but her flaming-hot shitter was slick and velvety. He watched his thick cock spreading the puckered lips of her brownie till he thought they'd burst, but somehow she managed to take the huge hard slab of meat. She had a mouthful of cock and couldn't say anything, but he knew by her muffled whimpers and lusty writhing that she was very excited.
He was excited, too, practicaly coming as he forced his way deep into her red-hot asshole. Just a thin membrane away he could feel Jim's big dick pistoning up and down. He shoved till he was lodged to the balls in her tiny tight shitter, and then he started fucking her in the ass, sawing his big hard boner up and down to Jim's rhythm so that they both crammed their cocks into her at the same time.
"Unnhhhhhhh, uuummmmmm," Pam moaned.
Melissa was watching everything with wide eyes, hardly believing what she saw. She'd never dreamed a woman could take on three guys at the same time, but that was exactly what Pam was doing. She was doing a super job of it, too. All three men were red-faced and moaning with pleasure as they worked their stiff cocks in her mouth, cunt and asshole. But of course Pam was having more fun than anybody else. She always did. Her eyes were hot with pleasure, her mouth sucking greedily.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck, I'm gonna come real quick," Harold moaned.
"Ummmmmmmm-hhmmmmmm," Pam answered, sucking even faster and harder on his stiff young cock.
"Ahhhhh, Jesus, I can't hold out much longer, either," Jim moaned.
"Join the club," Randy panted.
He'd hoped to last a bit longer, but her incredibly tight asshole was sucking at his cock, pulling the jizz right out of his balls. He fucked furiously, ramming her ass hard, giving her plenty to remember him by. Right alongside his own hammering prick he felt Jim's big boner working like a pile driver. Pam was sure to feel well-fucked after this little orgy.
"Oh, wow," Melissa sighed.
She was so horny, she just had to play with herself, and she sat there rubbing her creamdrenched slit and wishing she could change places with Pam. It would be so exciting to take on three guys at the same time. As she watched, Pam gave a loud moan and began to convulse, and Melissa knew she was coming like a bomb. The men weren't far behind her.
"Ahhhhh, fuck, aaaggghhhh!" Harold yelped.
Pam's cheeks bulged as he filled her mouth with load after load of scalding jizz. He'd no sooner started coming than Jim and Randy began to bellow and shoot their loads into her cunt and shitter. Pam shivered in estasy as she took the triple load of come. She gulped down huge hot mouthfuls of Harold's jizz and felt the steaming juice flooding her twat and asshole.
"Mmmmmmmmm, uuummmmmm!" she moaned.
Melissa shivered with envy. She felt like she'd go crazy if she didn't get some relief for the burning lust in her slit, but Pam was hogging all three men. It couldn't last much longer, though. They all began to roll apart, limp and panting, and Melissa crawled right over to Randy and started pumping his prick in her hot little fist.
"Please, Randy," she begged, "I want the same thing Pam got. I want all three of you at the same time."
With that kind of invitation it wasn't long before the men were ready for action again. Melissa eagerly sat on Randy's thick swollen cock, and he started fucking her deliciously tiny box. She squealed and drenched his dick with molten juice. When he had a good hard rhythm going, Jim joined the fun, kneeling in front of her and training his juicing cock head over her pink-glossed lips. Melissa eagerly opened her mouth and let him cram his dick inside.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, baby, suck," Jim groaned.
Melissa drew in her cheeks and sucked hungrily on the coach's big hot prick. Pam, who'd gone to make herself a martini, came back into the bedroom and smiled knowingly. She lit a cigarette and lounged to one side of the bed, watching the action. She was very pleased with how well this little party had turned out. She decided she'd keep Melissa and Harold on her staff all summer.
"Awwwwwww, fuck, your cunt's hot," Randy groaned.
"Suck me, honey, suck my dick," Jim panted.
Now it was cousin Harold's turn to get in on the fun. He knelt behind Melissa and rubbed the swollen head of his cock in some of her oozing pussy cream, making the hard purple knob wet and slippery. Then he pressed it against the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter and started to push, going into her slowly but steadily, the way Randy had done to Pam. "Mmmmmmmmm," Melissa moaned. It was terrifically exciting to feel that stiff cock going up her ass. She'd had no idea her asshole would be so sexy-feeling. It felt just as good as taking a cock in her cunt, maybe even better. She creamed like crazy around Randy's plowing cock as Harold stuffed his stiff dick up her brownie. At last he was into her as far as he could go. He groaned and began to assfuck her, matching his strokes to Randy's so that they plowed into her at the same time.
"Beautiful," Pam grinned, "I wish I had a picture of this."
And why shouldn't she? She quickly fetched her camera and started snapping the scene from different angles. It was going to make quite a souvenir-the slim Melissa taking on three men at once, cocks jerking in her mouth, cunt and asshole. It made Pam violently horny just to watch, and she knew how much fun she was going to have beating off to those photos.
And to think that just yesterday she'd been complaining about being stuck in this hick town! The place was turning out to be a gold mine of fun, and there'd be a lot more fun to come before the summer was over.
CHAPTER NINE
Hours later Melissa lay on her bed, smiling to herself as she recalled all the exciting things that had happened to her. Maybe the best thing of all was when Pam Porter said she'd like to hire Melissa and Harold for the whole summer. Imagine, Melissa thought, being paid to have fun. It was just too much.
She reached for the beside lamp, but before she could turn it off there was a light tapping at her door. "Come in," she called.
It was Harold. "I have to talk to you," he said.
"Mom and Dad wouldn't like it if they found you in my room this late at night," Melissa said anxiously.
"No sweat, they're sound asleep," Harold said. He strolled over and sat on the edge of her bed. Melissa thought he looked very boyish in his pajamas.
"What's up?" she asked.
"You won't believe this," Harold grinned, "but you and I never got to fuck today."
"Harold, what are you talking about?" Melissa laughed. "All we did today was fuck."
"Yeah, but not each other," Harold said. "Think about it. You fucked Coach Lewis and Randy Dawson, but not me."
Melissa sat for a second frowning, then exclaimed, "My gosh, you're right."
"So," Harold grinned, "let's do something about it."
Melissa was up for that. It seemed incredible, but she was still a little horny, and if she didn't do something about it, she'd have trouble falling asleep. She kicked back the covers, and Harold eased over beside her. They started kissing and feeling each other up, and right away her nipples went stiff, poking up under the semi-sheer material of her shortie nightgown.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed.
Harold was already breathing hard, and as he pressed against her she could feel his stiff cock throbbing. She reached down and rubbed it through his pajamas. It occurred to her how silly it was of them to keep their clothes on, and she pulled away, sat up, and quickly shucked her nightie. Harold hungrily ogled her naked body.
"Take off your pajamas, Harold," she cooed.
"Right," he said hoarsely.
Melissa reached out and took off his glasses. He looked so much cuter without them, she thought. Harold quickly got rid of his pajamas, and she stared longingly at his handsome seven-inch prick, which was hugging his belly in a massive hard-on. She saw hot bubbles of juice oozing from his piss hole, and she started to dive for the delicious cream, but Harold held her back.
"Wait," he panted, "I wanta eat your pussy."
"But I wanta lick your cock," Melissa protested.
"Well," he said, breaking into a big grin, "why don't we do both? Remember when Pam showed us how to do sixty-nine?"
"Oh, yeah," Melissa said, clapping her hands, "far out. Lie on your back, Harold."
He quickly obeyed, and she crouched over him in reverse, her head poised right over his stiff-standing cock, her steamy pink pussy practically in his face. She shivered lustily when she felt his breath fanning her eager slit. Bending low, she stuck out her tongue and began licking up the thick streams of juice that oozed from his piss hole. Harold shivered and moaned with pleasure.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, that feels so good," he sighed.
It was Melissa's turn to sigh and shiver when she felt his hot wet tongue tickling and exploring all over her lust-inflamed pussy. He licked from her throbbing clit, over the creaming cunt mouth, and right down to the puckered opening of her shitter, then back again. It felt marvelous, and she couldn't help creaming. Harold lapped up the tangy juice and hungrily gulped it down. Even the lightest touch of his tongue gave her hot pleasure.
"Oooooooo, yeah, Harold," she squealed, "lick my pussy all over. I just love the way it feels."
The two cousins happily went at each other, licking and sucking and tasting. In other parts of the city, Pam Porter and Randy Dawson and Jim Lewis were sound asleep, exhausted after a whole day of orgying, but these teenagers were still hot and ready to go. Harold and Melissa were perfectly suited for each other in that way. They were fresh as daisies and getting hornier by the second.
Harold noisily ate Melissa's tangy pink slit, making an obscene snuffling and slurping sound. He snaked his tongue into every steaming fold and cranny of her pussy, seeking more of her tasty cream. The best way to get it, he discovered, was to wriggle his tongue right up her cunt, the source of all that pearly liquid. He reamed out mouthfuls of it and swallowed it down greedily.
Meanwhile Melissa was swirling her tongue around and around the engorged purple head of his cock and lapping up his dribbling cream. When she wanted even more, she drilled her stiff tongue tip into his piss hole and dredged out a hot load. Harold thought how much he'd like to come right in her pretty little face or, even better, deep in her hot throat. And just maybe that would happen. They had all night, after all.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Melissa sighed.
She felt like she just couldn't get enough of her cousin's tasty cock juice. She reamed his piss hole to get more, but even that didn't satisfy her greediness. She wanted a whole steaming mouthful of the stuff, and there was only one way to get it. Opening her lips as wide as she could, she crammed half his seven-inch prick inside and started sucking on it like she was starved for the hot meat.
"Shit, yeah," Harold groaned.
Melissa's mouth was steamy-hot and deliciously juicy around his swollen prick. She drew in her cheeks sharply and began to suck. Her sucking was strong and hungry, drawing the hot cream right out of his piss hole. Harold got hot blasts of pleasure from her greedily sucking lips. She fisted and pumped the thick base of his dick.
One good turn deserves another, Harold thought, so he made his tongue rigid and crammed it hard up her cunt.
"Unnnhhhhhh," Melissa moaned.
He felt his tongue drenched with her boiling cream, and then her strongly-muscled cuntal walls started gripping and tugging, drawing him deeper into the fiery pulp of her twat. He started tongue-fucking her, plowing the slippery meat hard in her box, reaming out her tangy cream. Melissa shivered and writhed with pleasure, and she began to cream steadily, unable to halt the horny flow of juice.
"Mmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm," she moaned.
In her excitement she sucked twice as hard on his throbbing cock, and Harold knew he wasn't going to hold out much longer. His balls were bloated with jizz, ready to burst. But he didn't want to come unless he brought his pretty cousin with him, so he jerked his tongue with lightning speed in her smoldering little cunt. Melissa whimpered with bliss as she felt the red-hot friction between cunt and tongue.
"Unnnhhhhh," she whimpered.
She was just about over the edge, but she wanted to be sure Harold came when she did. She pumped the base of his prick hard and fast, and she sucked furiously on the rest of the slick fleshy column. Harold was groaning and feeding her a steady stream of salty juice. His engorged balls were rubbing her chin, and she could feel them throbbing violently. His tongue speared deep and hard in her cunt, and she started coming.
"Uuuummmmmmmmm," she moaned.
Harold gave a muffled groan and suddenly flooded her mouth with thick hot jizz. Melissa shivered with ecstasy as she came hard and gulped her cousin's hot come. As fast as she swallowed the salty loads, he filled her mouth again, and when he was finished he didn't pull away. She understood from the jerking of his hips that he wanted her to go on sucking his cock. That was an assignment she didn't mind at all.
"Silly me," Harold sighed, "I came here to fuck you, and I ended up coming in your mouth. But maybe you can help me out."
She helped him, all right. She sucked hard and fast on his long throbbing dick, and very ' soon she felt it mushrooming in her mouth. , Her lips were stretched wide apart by his thickening shaft, and the big bulbous head of his prick wedged in the back of her throat. She had to pull back or choke on it. Harold then eased his spit-soaked boner from her mouth.
"Very good," he leered, "now how about that fuck?"
It seemed really weird that they'd never fucked before, but somehow it had worked out that way. They'd jacked each other off, and Harold had come in her mouth and in her ass, but they'd never really and truly fucked. Melissa eagerly rolled onto her back, bent her knees, and opened her thighs wide, offering her luscious pink pussy to her cousin. Harold knelt between her legs and touched the hard head of his prick to her wet little cunt mouth. Melissa shivered with anticipation.
"Here goes," Harold leered.
"Yes, do it," she hissed, "stick your big cock in me, cousin."
Harold felt this moment was kind of special. He and Melissa had been pals ever since they were tiny kids, but now they were moving on to a brand-new phase of their friendship. He didn't want to rush it, so he pushed into her very slowly and gradually, savoring every second of his entry into her snug, slick, hot pussy hole. Melissa lay there gurgling with excitement as she felt her cunt stuffed with his violently throbbing meat.
"Ohhhh, yessss, Harold, yessss," she panted.
She was creaming like crazy, the molten liquid gushing out around Harold's advancing cock and flooding down the crack of her ass. It seemed to take forever for him to get all the way inside her, but she loved every second of it. At last she felt his engorged balls touch her ass, and the big hard head of his cock butted her womb. Harold gave a big happy sigh and paused to catch his breath, his swollen prick fully lodged in his cousin's gripping twat.
"Pretty good so far, huh?" he teased.
"Harold, you clown, fuck me," Melissa demanded, "fuck me good and hard."
"I'm too tired," he said, "I have a headache."
"You nut," Melissa hissed, "fuck."
"Well, since you put it that way," he grinned.
He let himself down on her and started fucking her like a young stallion, just the way she craved it. His belly slapped loudly against hers, and his cock dug roughly to her womb.
She clung eagerly to him, clawing his shoulders, and she fucked back at him, greedily slamming her slippery pussy hole up and down the steely shaft of his prick. Each deep lunge of his cock gave her a hot blast of pleasure.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, really give it to me, cousin," she panted, "fuck the living shit out of me."
It had been exciting to fuck Pam Porter, but somehow Harold was even more excited to be fucking his cousin. Melissa obviously loved to fuck, and she wasn't bashful about showing it. She was matching his strokes with her jerking hips, and she was soaking his prick with her molten cream. Soon she arched her body and started rubbing her clit against his sawing shaft. The red-hot friction brought her off in a matter of seconds.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, I'm coming, ahhhhhh," she moaned.
Since he'd already come once, Harold was able to hold out, and he figured he'd be going for quite awhile. He sighed with pleasure as he felt Melissa's spasming cunt squeezing his deeply-buried cock and drenching it with scorching come. He felt her luscious hot tits jiggling against his chest as she writhed and rocked and came. Then, as soon as she went limp, he pulled his dripping cock from her la pussy.
"Let's try it doggy style, okay?" he leered. "Why, Harold," Melissa purred, "where's that shy klutz I used to know?"
He got fucked to death, I think," Harold aughed. "Now roll over."
"Arf, arf," Melissa cried, rolling onto her hands and knees.
Harold eagerly knelt behind her and eased his hugely bloated fuck tool into her tiny wet box. She whimpered and creamed as he went into her, letting him know how she adored taking his cock. He shoved it to the hilt in her steamy little twat, then grasped her hips and started fucking into her as hard and fast as ever. Melissa dug her nails into the bed and shrieked with pleasure. Harold saw the hot juice oozing out around his slamming prick and running down her thighs.
"Yeah, that's it, fuck me good and hard," Melissa panted.
Harold didn't need much urging. There was no way he could be slow or gentle. He was too excited, too insanely horny for that. He fucked into her like a pile driver, his belly loudly smacking her ass. She gasped and shuddered with each rough deep lunge of his cock, but she didn't complain. Her cunt seemed to get tighter and hotter by the second, and he knew she was about to come again.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, do it to me, cousin, fuck meeeee," she howled.
Harold was glad his uncle and aunt's bedroom was all the way down the hall, otherwise Melissa's hoarse screams of pleasure would surely have awakened them. He fucked into her faster and faster, till the bed began to creak and shake, and he was sure her teeth must be rattling. But the harder and faster he fucked her, the more she seemed to like it. She was moaning steadily and creaming in floods.
"Ooooooo, Harold, it's so damned good!" she cried.
"It sure as hell is," he agreed.
He was fucking her with lightning speed, and he knew they couldn't hold out much longer. He was going to come, and he wanted to take her with him, to feel her cunt spasming as he filled it with molten jizz. He reached around her and grabbed her clit and gave it a firm prolonged squeeze. It was just like pressing a magic button. Melissa shuddered, howled, and started to come.
"Ooooooo, shit, oooooo," she squealed, "cream me, cousin, get off with me."
"You better believe I will," Harold moaned. "Take my come, aaaggghhhhh."
It was hard to believe that just yesterday he'd been a bashful virgin, because now he was orgying with the grown-ups and doing a damned good job of it, too. He could hardly wait to report for "work" tomorrow, and he was sure his pretty cousin Melissa felt the same way.
