Of all the social institutions which have had to endure change and weather criticism, the family . concept is, perhaps, the most pronounced.
Subjected to the undermining forces of alcoholism, the use of drugs and marijuana, and the advent of mate-swapping, the family unit has undergone immeasurable challenge in the wake of social advancement.
HORNY LOVING NEIGHBORS is the story of how some people adjust to liberated moral standards. Beset by such common problems as divorce, jealousy, age differences, and the sexual curiosity of teenagers, the characters in this story find a satisfactory solution to their dilemma. Their methods may well be considered unusual or shocking, but are nonetheless successful.
HORNY LOVING NEIGHBORS-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A reminder that what is debased and perverted for some may well be normal for others.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It was the last day of school at Carver High, and the very last minutes of the day. All the kids in the room were impatiently waiting for the class to end, and Jeff Gainer was no exception. He sat perched at the edge of his desk, not listening to the drone of Miss Randolph's last boring lecture but rather counting off the seconds before the final bell rang. It seemed to take forever.
When the bell suddenly clanged to life, he jumped. Books slammed shut, sighs and groans of relief filled the classroom, and thirty ex-juniors burst for the door at once.
Even with a head start Jeff knew he was going to have a tough time getting outside. His seat was at the very back of the room, putting practically everyone else in front of him. He crashed his way into the mass of bodies, pushing and wedging himself forward.
He was going to make it. A couple of the kids glared as he elbowed past them, but at the moment he didn't care. The doorway loomed nearer and nearer to freedom. Closer and closer. Almost. He nearly made it, when a cold expected voice froze him.
"Jeffrey, would you wait one second please? I want to have a talk with you."
Inwardly Jeff groaned. His stomach curled into a knot, and he turned reluctantly back. The carefree faces of his classmates swept past him and the room emptied.
Except for the two of them: Jeff and Miss Randolph.
"Would you shut the door, please? What we have to discuss is private."
"Yes, Miss Randolph."
Obediently he closed the classroom door, wishing he had the guts to make a run for it. Hell, why'd she have to pick on him today, anyway? School was over for the whole summer! She wasn't even his teacher anymore, as of this very moment! Why couldn't she give him a break, just this once?
But somehow, deep in the clenched pit of his stomach, he'd known all along that Miss Randolph would catch him one last time.
And he was right.
"That's good. Come here, Jeffrey."
"Is something wrong, Miss Randolph?" Using his most innocent tone, Jeff scuttled toward the desk where she stiffly sat, hoping to wiggle himself off the hook. "I mean, if it's because I was in a hurry to get out, I didn't mean to push or anything. I was just kind of eager-"
"No, that's not the problem." She rose to meet him, smoothing down her cotton print dress and holding his gaze like the snake holds the rabbit.
Miss Randolph was a large woman. Not fat-in fact, pretty well proportioned. But she was just big, like the Amazons he'd read about. Rising to her full height, she towered above his modest five-ten by a good four inches. Jeff felt like a little kid standing before her, his eyes downcast, his face reddening.
"You didn't prepare for your lesson today, did you?" Her sharp green eyes were piercing, studying him. "Don't try to lie to me at this late date, young man. You and I have been through this time and again, the whole term. Did you read your assignment?"
"Uh, no...." Jeff shuffled uncomfortably, knowing full well what was about to happen and unable to stop it. His face burned, and suddenly he glared up in a last futile attempt at defiance. "Come on, Miss Randolph! It's the end of school, and none of the other kids studied either! Give me a break!"
If anything, his outburst seemed to make the teacher tower even larger. Her pale, vaguely attractive high-cheeked face took on a pinched expression, and a wisp of raven-black hair uncurled from her tight bun and hung in a long limp tendril from her normally immaculate hairdo, adding to the effect.
"A break! How dare you ask for a break from me after I've given you one chance after another? It's too late for any more breaks now, young man-except the kind I intend to hand out!"
Then, to Jeff's horror, Marge Randolph smiled.
It wasn't much of a smile, just a flitting ghost of frost that darted across her full pouting lips.
But it was there, just the same.
He knew what it meant, and paled.
"You've been naughty again, Jeffrey. And we both know what happens when you're naughty, don't we?"
Oh, shit.
"Let me off just this once, Miss Randolph, huh? I don't want to be punished like that again. Nobody gets spanked anymore! It's ... it's kind of humiliating...."
His hopeless plea only made her smile widen.
Gazing down at the scared teenaged boy, Marge Randolph felt her pussy moisten with anticipation. She'd been waiting for this moment all day, savoring each imaginary second. And now that those seconds were coming true she could feel the familiar ache of delight swelling deep in her cunt, like glowing embers being stirred to flame.
In her ten years as a teacher, Marge had never before struck a student. She normally considered herself a good teacher, perhaps a bit ominous because of her size and maybe a trifle cool, but a good teacher nevertheless.
But then she met Jeff Gainer. And something about the shy, good-natured, good-looking student had fanned a blaze inside her that only a thirty-year-old virgin could know.
Jeff had received seven spankings during the past term, behind the privacy of her classroom door. And she'd looked forward to this one with a special mixture of hope and regret, because this was to be the last.
Marge gave a deep sigh, facing that fact at last.
To Jeff it looked like she was about to pounce, her athletic Amazon-body tensing for the attack.
"I'm sorry, Jeffrey, but you've been a troublemaker much too long to let it pass now. Perhaps a little humiliation would do you some good." Moving rigidly, she pulled her desk chair out and sat down, primly smoothing the ample lap of her dress. Then she caught his sick-looking stare. "Come here, Jeffrey."
There was no escape. Even if he got away now he'd have to come back at the end of the summer and Miss Randolph would be waiting.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Jeff strode hesitantly forward until he stood beside her. "That's it. You know the routine."
He did. Blushing furiously, he unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. Marge got one tantalizing glimpse of his large lolling young cock and lightly fuzzed ball sack before he was clambering awkwardly across her waiting lap so that his bared ass confronted her and his arms and legs dangled to the floor.
It was a degrading position, and though he was too scared to run and too embarrassed by the whole situation to tell the principal or his mom about Miss Randolph's methods of punishment, he finally blurted out his response to this unfair treatment.
"Ohh, shit!"
"Now Jeffrey, you won't end this any sooner with that kind of language!"
She placed a hand delicately on his smooth, upturned ass and a tingle shot up her fingers and coursed all the way through her, tickling at the glow in her pussy. She could feel him trembling slightly across her rounded thighs, his slender young body not quite a man's but certainly no longer a boy's either.
"Just relax and take your medicine like a grownup. It'll go much easier for you that way, I promise."
Her hand lingered on his taut, naked ass, soaking up the anticipation of the. moment. Marge could feel her cunt tingling wickedly at the sense of power she had over the teenager. In all her years of teaching-in all her life, to be exact-she'd never found anyone who turned her on the way Jeff did. Just his daily presence in her classroom was enough to send ripples of pleasure through her the way no man had ever done before. Throughout her high school and college years Marge had been bigger than any of the boys she dated. At nearly six-two and a perfectly distributed hundred-and-seventy pounds, she had intimidated most of them. Over the years she'd learned to live with that fact, and its accompanying loneliness.
So it had come as a total surprise to find that a nice, unsuspecting boy like Jeff could make her feel like a woman again. Even now, as he plopped in disgrace with his face scrunched up for the first blow, his soft tender young cock mashed against her crotch with a temptation that took her breath away.
"Well? Are you gonna get it over with or what?"
His angry, frightened voice cut through her reverie. Suddenly Marge knew the seething ache in her cunt needed much more than one of their usual spankings and she spoke without hesitation.
"Not quite so fast, young man! It ... it just happens that I'm wearing a new dress, and to make sure that little cock of yours doesn't do something naughty all over it, I think I'd better take precautions!"
Abruptly she caught him in an iron grasp and hoisted.
Jeff soared to his feet, astonished that he'd just heard Miss Randolph use the word "cock". Hell, all the guys at school gossiped that Miss Randolph didn't even know what a cock was!
His astonishment lurched up another notch as she suddenly rose.
Moving hastily to keep from losing her nerve, Marge reached down and jerked the hem of her dress up to her waist, bunching it at her hips.
Jeff goggled. Miss Randolph wasn't wearing panties! He found himself staring straight at the hairiest cunt he'd ever seen-not that he'd seen many, except in pictures. But Miss Randolph's cunt was certainly hairier than any of them, forming a thick triangular carpet of glossy black curls that began just a couple of inches below her navel and tapered down between her thighs, growing richer and thicker until it peaked exactly at the juncture of her legs, covering her pussy completely.
It happened so fast that he hardly had time to blink before she resumed her seat, giving him an expansive view of her trim, shapely legs.
"Very well, Jeffrey. I think now we can begin."
Before he quite knew it Jeff was being hauled across her thighs once again. His flat stomach slid over supple, well-muscled flesh, and his limp cock slithered against warm, pliant skin. Miss Randolph's strong grasp tugged him into position, and his balls nestled in the soft-nested cup of her closed thighs.
"Miss Randolph-"
He spouted her name out, more from pure shock than anything else. If he'd intended to make some surprised statement, it was too late. Miss Randolph's hand rose high in the air, and swooped.
Smack!
"Ouch! Hey!" Despite his amazement, Jeff yelled.
Smack!
"Hey, you're really hurting me this time! Jesus, that smarts!"
He wiggled in a mixture of pain and realization as his sensitive cockhead nuzzled into that unbelievable sponge of cunthair. It began to blossom at that intimate touch, fattening and pushing into all those pussy curls as if burrowing to hide itself in their softness.
Smack!
"Ow-"
"It's supposed to hurt, Jeffrey." A bit breathless herself, Marge felt that sweet cock blooming at her crotch, nudging between her warm thighs. As if of their own accord her legs parted slightly, letting his prick slip into place. That only made it swell faster. "You have to learn your lesson, don't you? Even if it hurts-"
Smack!
"-I simply must teach you-"
Smack!
"-right from wrong!"
Smack!
By now his asscheeks were reddened with handprints, and they were both breathing hard. Each muscular slap of her palm made Jeff arch down, shoving his prick deep between her thighs.
And as if the day's surprises hadn't piled high enough already, Jeff could feel his cock soaring to its full veined stiffness in her lap, pushing its engorged head through that luxuriant black pussy hair and bringing it hard against soft, melting cuntflesh.
For the first time he realized Miss Randolph was horny as hell-and for that matter, so was he!
Gasping at the pain and determined to pay her back for his humiliation, Jeff eased a hand down between her slightly parted thighs and wiggled it up toward that immense bush of tantalizing fur he could feel with his now-throbbing cocktip.
Smack!
Marge felt the boy's fingers squirming toward her cunt. At the same time his cock jabbed along her heated pussy trench, pulsing violently against the wet sopping furrow of her cuntlips. She hadn't planned on things getting this far out of hand, and she couldn't seem to stop. Her tingling palm rose and fell on his bare twitching ass in an automatic rhythm.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Oh Jeezus...."
Jeff groaned, but at that moment his fingertips brushed the first fringe of the teacher's cunt curls and darted eagerly into the hot buttery slush of real pussy flesh. They danced wildly across that mingling of thick hair and soaked cunt as he lay with his arm wedged all the way up between her thighs.
"I ... I hope you're learning your lesson at last, young man!"
Marge's voice was lacking its usual coldness as she felt her cunt drool urgently onto those youthful inexperienced fingers, urging them on. Her pretense was fading fast as Jeff probed at her flared, greasy cuntlips, occasionally poking her fat hooded clit with sharp, unexpected jolts. It had been a mistake to carry her little game this far, but now she was too caught up to resist. Unable to fight back, she eased her legs a bit wider.
Smack!
Her hand fell across his inflamed ass once more, this time in more a tender squeeze than a slap. Jeff was wiggling, probing his big, stiffened young cock at her pussy and worming his fingers deeper for a better feel. She panted for breath, losing her pretense completely.
"Oh ... ohhh, God...."
"Oh, shit!"
One of Jeff's fingers slipped with unexpected perfection between her cuntlips, and sank into her.
"Unnh!"
Sitting there with his hard cock thrashing at her crotch and a finger plunged up her steamy cunt, Marge gushed in a blatant fury of juices. She slumped in the chair, caressing his firm, dimpled ass and creaming into his hand.
Jeff grinned. He began to work his finger around inside Miss Randolph, enjoying the way she gasped and arched in response. Her pussy closed around his frantic probe in a snug vise, squeezing on it for more. It was the first time he'd ever felt a girl's cunt. And the very first time ever that he'd literally gotten the upper hand on Miss Randolph. His finger slid in and out of her tight, syrupy pussy with gleeful exuberance, making her groan.
"Oh that ... that's nice, Jeffrey. See how much easier things go when you're a-ahh!-a good boy? Ahhmmm, that's good, good, yes...."
Purring with open pleasure and squeezing his asscheeks as if to knead away the pain she'd caused, Marge sank back and writhed on his pumping finger in oblivious delight as all the past months of pent-up need came bursting out of her in gush after fluid gush of juicy release.
Quick to take advantage of the situation, Jeff twisted off her lap. His body sank between her wide-spread legs, and in the next instant he found himself gazing right into that lush, hairy cunt.
It had to be the most beautiful cunt ever, no doubt about it. All trimmed in that rich black mass of shining curls, it pooched outward into a pair of plump, pink pussylips that were now greased with juices and snugly melting around his finger as if they were made just for him.
"Sheeeiiit...." His open gasp fanned hot breath over her drenched pussy and Marge groaned.
"Yesss, oh muhhh-my God, yes!" she hissed with unhidden bliss as his finger increased its pumping, squishing in and out with new intensity. All teacherly pretense had long since vanished and her legs splayed wide apart as she lolled in the chair, luxuriating in his plunging finger and admiring stare. "You ... oooh ... you like my pussy, don't you, Jeffrey?"
The answer was on his face, even as he bobbed his head up and down.
Suddenly Marge's hands flew out and grabbed his ears, twisting on them hard.
"Then eat me! Eat my pussy up like a nice boy, and I'll show you what it can really do! Hurry, oh hurryyyy!" She pulled on his ears frantically and surged up.
Unexpectedly Jeff found his face mashed against that sopping wet cunt, its bushy curls grinding against his cheeks and the pink, finger-filled pussy shoving to his mouth. He reacted without thinking. His finger slid free of her cunt and was replaced by his tongue.
"Aaannnh!"
Marge spasmed in pure ecstasy as the boy slurped greedily at her inviting open pussylips, gobbling up their drool and diving deep between them for a better taste.
He'd never eaten a pussy before. Its musky tang rolled down his throat and hot spurts of juice spread across his face. He'd never seen Miss Randolph behave the way she was now, either. Her voluptuous body rippled on the chair in undulating rapture, legs flailing wide open and rounded ass bucking up to his face with intense, thrusting fury.
"Muhhmm...."
His tongue slipped eagerly into her, instantly enwrapped by her pink, slick pussy folds, and sucked deeper and deeper. He wiggled it around and her eyes bulged. Pulling partway out, he began to jab in and out.
Miss Randolph seemed to like that best of all. Her voice came out in panting moans and she soared up as if jolts of electricity were arcing right through her cunt.
"Gunh ... unh ... unnggh...."
What seemed like gallons of thick sweet-sour juice poured into his mouth and he gulped it all down. His tongue raced in and out of her pussy like a piston, jabbing hard and fast despite the squeezing suction of her pussy muscles.
When orgasm abruptly tore through her, they both knew it.
"Aaaannnnh!" A small shriek ripped across the empty classroom, and Miss Randolph's muscular thighs clamped around his head like a vise.
Smothered in her beautiful furry cunt, Jeff did the only thing he could do. He tongue-fucked her faster than ever until she was thrashing like a hooked fish.
"Nuhhh-unnngggh...."
It was the most delicious orgasm she'd ever had, and Marge enjoyed it to the fullest. A series of explosions burst through her gushing pussy until she was limp and utterly sated.
And even then the teenager's hungry tonguing didn't stop until her legs slid open once more, releasing him.
"Aaaahhhh...." Slumping back and heaving for breath, she fluttered her eyes and smiled weakly. "Oh Jeffrey, that was ... was sooooooo good, uhhmm...."
Jeff rose, grinning widely and wiping at his slickened face. "You really liked it, Miss Randolph? I mean, really?"
His cock was thrumming up stiff as a board, and she reached out with trembling fingers to give it a pat. "Yes, darling. I ... ahh, I really liked it. And now ... to show my appreciation...."
Her fingers curled around his lovely hard prick, tugging it toward her.
By this time he was more than willing to obey. Sliding between her legs, he watched in delighted fascination as she pulled his engorged cock right to the soaked entrance of her bushy cunthole. It dipped into the slushy open crease of her cuntlips, and she groaned afresh.
"Ohhh, Jeffrey! Oh myyyy...."
Jeff shoved and his cock knob slipped into her.
"Ahhh!"
Marge was in an awkward position, but by raising one leg high in the air she positioned herself just right. He gave another heave and his beautiful young prick began to snuggle its way up her cunt, snaking inch after gorgeous inch between her smacking pussylips.
"Yehhhsss...."
In another instant he was sprawled atop her, his entire scrumptious cock sheathed in her cunt.
It was a moment she'd dreamed about for nearly a year-having Jeffrey Gainer's cock crammed inside her pussy! Her rubbery cuntlips snapped tightly around it, their stretched confines holding him in place as if to never let him go. She was hardly aware of his fingers plucking at her dress and didn't even realize what he was up to until one of her tits was suddenly freed, spilling its milky hugeness into the open.
Jeff gasped, his eyes going round and wide at the fresh surprise of Miss Randolph's bared tit. It was even bigger than he would've imagined, jutting like a pale creamy mountain and topped by an enormous, bright-pink nipple that had to be every bit the size of his open mouth. Its taut, circular surface was all bumpy and textured, and even as he took in that giant nipple it began to distend and grow, fattening out to a finger-thick erection that spired its moist tip at him as if practically overflowing with rich goodness.
Just like the rest of her, Miss Randolph had Amazon-tits. The one quivering beneath his face now seemed to surge up, just aching to be sucked and licked and gobbled for all it was worth. With his prick buried in her cunt and her ample, perfectly endowed body lurching under him, he did just that.
Jeff dove, and his lips fastened around her big trembling nipple as if it was a piece of candy.
"Oh God that-that's it!"
Crying out in sheer joy at having her cunt filled with his meaty cock and her tit thrusting up into his mouth, Marge began to hunch. Her firm ass slid across the chair seat, one leg wrapping about his waist and drawing his sweet, strumming prick even deeper into her as she hunched onto it, moaning ecstatically.
"Yes Jeffrey, now you're ... you're doing it just fine, oh God that's wonderful! Fuck me good darling, fuck my pussy and suck my tits up like a good little boy! Ohhh, that's it! Yessss!"
Her strong arms clutched at him, one giant tit crushing to his face with smothering need, her hot, clenching pussy slurping back and forth on his prick with a see-sawing friction. In his wildest daydreams he'd never once imagined what it would feel like to fuck Miss Randolph. But then, he'd never imagined her as a beautiful horny woman every bit as vivacious and sexy as the ones in pictures, either. His hips gyrated, working his cock around in her tight cunt until it was reamed out to a nice slippery wetness. Then he began to hunch in rhythm with her, still sucking her fat, hard nipple with smacking lips as his cock slid in and out of her pussy with fast long strokes, fucking into her as if they'd done it a thousand times before.
"Nuhhhmmm, that's ... that's just right!" Marge couldn't help the squeal of pleasure that tore from her lips as she writhed up on his thick, rigid cock, riding every jab of it to the hilt. Her cunt seemed to twitch with furious spasms as it was torn wide to take the boy's prick-the first cock she'd had in all her thirty years. Something seemed to tear deep inside her with a sharp ripping pain, but almost instantly that was gone and she was plunging more eagerly than ever.
"Fuck it in me, fuck it to me good! I-I can't stand it Jeffrey, I'm going to scream! Make me scream darling, make me-make-aaannngghhh!" She did scream then, wailing happily as his cock rammed into her sopping pussy with new ferocity, his slender, teenaged body writhing atop her voluptuous barely clad figure as he clung to the tit shoved in his mouth, sucking his noisy appreciation.
It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, not even those few times when she'd fingered herself and dreamed of this moment, never really believing it could ever happen. Her pussy was wrenched open by every thrust of that stiff young cock, splitting wide to take it all as he lurched and thrashed atop her. His tender, bloated balls slapped against her ass. She could feel the tremors of fresh orgasm quaking inside her, could feel them rising into waves of pure fulfillment.
Jeff groaned deep in his throat, as if aware of his teacher's approaching climax. Mouthing her big fat nipple more hungrily than ever, he increased his pumping as well.
"Muhhmm...."
"Oh-oh fuck, yesss!" she hissed, her stiff clit button pounding against his cockbase with soaring sensitivity. "My sweet darling, fuck the shit out of me right now! Give it to me, lover! Fuck me-fuck my cunt-harder, harderrr!"
They were both completely caught up, hunching and fucking in wild unison. Jeff felt a familiar tingle swell up in his balls, and slammed his prick to her faster than ever. His load of jism seemed to bubble up to a boil in his ball sack and he moaned softly.
"Fffhhuuum...."
Suddenly Miss Randolph erupted. Her large, well proportioned body bucked up and she screamed.
"Aaannnggghhh!"
It was at that moment that Jeff exploded as well.
He clamped his teeth down on her rubbery nipple and let it rip.
"Muhhhfff-"
The first blast of jizz spurted up her cunt in an acid-hot stream, and Marge wailed with abandoned completion as it tore into her, thick and hot and filling.
"Unnnnhhhh!"
A second blast quickly followed and she arched up to take it all. The chair wobbled dangerously as they heaved and crashed together, orgasming simultaneously.
Miss Randolph's pussy took every drop of his cum and sucked for more. Jeff sank his prick all the way into her and let that arching, flooded cunt surge onto it until he was more drained than he'd ever been in his life.
Then, when every last bit of cum had been sucked out of him, he released her bloated nipple and sank onto her big flopping tits, gasping for breath.
"Oh fuck, Miss Randolph! Take it, take it all! Yeah, oh yeah...." He wilted on her shuddering, sobbing body.
Marge cooed, her green eyes hazed with satisfaction, her raven-black hair awry and trailing down her shoulders from the tangle that had once been her immaculate, unmussable hairdo. His softened! prick slowly slipped from her soaked, clutching cunt, then plopped free.
"Ohhhh, Jeffrey...."
Jeff slipped from between her athletic thighs and hitched his jeans up, still hardly able to believe it had really happened.
But it had. Staring down at her gaping, pink flared pussy and the trail of white cum that seeped from between its pouting lips, he had all the proof he needed.
With a grin, he spoke. His voice was a bit cracked and weary. "Is that the lesson you had in mind, Miss Randolph? How'd I do?"
The bright boyish look of pleasure on his face made Marge smile, no longer able to hide herself behind a facade of coldness. "That ... that was just fine, darling. In fact, it was ... oh my God, it was perfect! You deserve an A...."
Jeff had to laugh. The sight of Miss Randolph lying back limp and sated in her chair, her dress bunched at her waist and one big, wonderful tit hanging out, was just too much.
What a way to end school with a bang! He'd finally paid Miss Randolph back for some of the times she'd humiliated him. Hell, what a way to start the summer!
Grinning from ear to ear, he left the teacher like that and scampered out the classroom door for home.
CHAPTER TWO
"A C! I got a C in English! My folks're going to kill me!"
Lisa Burns flopped woefully on her bed, her long, glossy brunette hair cascading across her shoulders, her fists punching into her pillow as she groaned in frustration.
"I warned you about Mr. Madden, didn't I? You should've listened to me." From across the room seated at Lisa's vanity table and bored with going through her things, Gloria Webb gave an I-told-you-so sniff. "After all, I'm the one who got an A!"
Her best friend's self-assurance made Lisa fume. "Some A-just because you never wore panties to class! Everybody knew why you always sat at the front of the room, letting Mr. Madden see up your dress! That's disgusting!"
Gloria only smiled wider, her full pink lips flitting upward without the slightest embarrassment at the memory of Mr. Madden's feasting stare and bulging crotch. "Well it worked, didn't it? Besides, it was fun. I never saw a teacher get a hard-on before, and Mr. Madden sure had one that lasted all semester!"
She giggled, wiggling on the chair, and that only infuriated Lisa all the more. "Gloria Webb, you're awful! Showing off your-yourself in front of a grown man like that. You're just lucky you didn't get raped right on the spot!"
Their eyes met and Gloria's expression turned impish and mysterious. "And who says I would've minded that, anyway? He sure had the cock for it ... I wonder if you can get anything higher than an A?" She pretended to mull that thought over, purposely trying to shock her shy, inexperienced friend.
Despite herself, Lisa felt a blush creep over her face. "Oh, that's gross! Letting a man look between your legs is bad enough, but to even think of having Mr. Madden put his thing in you, that ... that's...."
At a total loss for words, she merely stared. The two girls had been best friends for years, and even after all this time Lisa hadn't gotten used to Gloria's boldness.
"You're just sex-crazy, that's all!" she finished lamely.
Gloria countered instantly, not a bit abashed. "So what's wrong with that?"
At that moment they both heard the putter of Jeff Gainer's motorbike pulling up the driveway next door.
Gloria was closest to the bedroom window and darted over to it just as the motorbike fell silent. Jeff was climbing off, and impulsively she waved.
The motion at the upstairs window next door caught his eye, and instantly he broke into a grin and waved back. Then, when he saw it wasn't Lisa, his grin fell and he turned quickly and went in the back door of his house.
"Well, fuck you!" Gloria glared down at the closing door, her mouth pouting. Then she turned back, and her blue eyes glittered mischievously.
"And I'd like to do just that, too! Wow, I wish I lived next door to Jeff-I'll bet he's got a cock that just won't quit! Is it really as big as I think it is, Lisa?"
"Oh, you're crazy!" Blushing crimson now, Lisa sat up on the bed and made her voice defensive. "How would I know? And you shouldn't talk about Jeff that way. He's ... well, he's too nice for that kind of stuff."
Secretly she'd had a crush on Jeff ever since he'd moved next door, and suddenly it wasn't a secret anymore. Gloria smiled knowingly.
"Uh oh, look who's got a boyfriend! What's the matter, Lisa? Jeff's one of the cutest boys in school. Haven't you got some of his cock yet after all the time he's lived right next door? How about asking if he's got some to spare for me? Oh wow, I wouldn't mind sloppy seconds on that at all!" She undulated her ripe hips with a teasing sexy gesture, as if actually fucking herself right onto Jeff Gainer's cock.
Lisa's cheeks burned at her friend's taunting. In spite of the fact that they were best friends, she'd never admitted to Gloria that she was still a virgin. Now another secret came slipping out, before she could stop it.
"Jeff isn't like those horny guys you date! And ... and besides, I've never done that...." Those words stopped Gloria flat. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes flew wide. "Never? You mean ... never? You never let a boy get in your pants, not even once? God, what the hell are you saving it for, an engraved invitation? Oh God, I'd die without some cock now and then!" The mere thought made her shudder dramatically.
She shrugged timidly, forced to admit it all. "It ... it's not like I don't want to! Sometimes, I mean. It's just ... I don't know how...."
Her shamed admission momentarily stunned Gloria. Then she made a scoffing sound. "Oh fuck, what a dildo! You're one of the most popular girls in school and you don't even know how to fuck! It's easy!"
Abruptly she scooted forward and threw herself on the bed beside Lisa, kicking her jeans-clad legs wide open.
"All you have to do is spread 'em-he does the rest!"
Reddening furiously at Gloria's uninhibited pose, Lisa tore her eyes away. "You're sick! And-and anyway, it's not that simple in the books I've read. Girls are supposed to know things ... you know...."
"Oh, what a dildo!" Gloria scrunched her face in disgust, then twisted around onto her knees. "Well, since you're so dumb and we've got all afternoon with your parents shopping, I'm just going to show you some of the facts of life! First we have to get rid of these clothes-come on, Lisa, strip!"
"Gloria!"
This time it was Lisa's turn to gape in shock as Gloria unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. Her large, voluptuous tits spilled from the white confines of her bra with a hugeness that made her own tits feel small and child-like in comparison. A moment later the bra slipped away as well, and Gloria's large, pliant tits thrashed into view, hobbling bare and creamy before her. They were enormous, with swollen pink nipples that jutted out at least an inch to hard pointed peaks.
Agog, Lisa watched as if mesmerized as Gloria unsnapped her jeans and began squirming out of them as well.
"Well, what're you waiting for?" Gloria said impatiently, inching the tight denim sheath down over her rounded hips. "No best friend of mine is going to go through life without knowing a thing or two about boys! Or do you want to be a virgin forever while some other girl gets all the cute guys like Jeff?"
Those words stung, and in spite of her shyness Lisa had to face the fact that over the past few months she'd felt a tingling deep in her cunt every time she saw Jeff, a tingling that never quite went away no matter how she tried to ignore it.
"Well...." With a hesitant shrug, she gave in. "All right. But that doesn't mean I intend to go boy-crazy like you!" With that she began to unbutton her blouse, giddy with mixed excitement and self-consciousness.
Gloria's jeans peeled off and she lay back once more with a relieved sigh, delighted at the chance to undress and display her bounteous body. Lisa couldn't help but notice her friend's thatch of gold pussy hair glinting in the afternoon sunlight, all fleecy and curled between her slender thighs in a soft downy tuft.
"Uhm, it feels good to get out of those clothes! I could go naked all the time-and just imagine the cocks that would pop up if I did! Boy, wouldn't that be nice?"
Giggling huskily at that wicked notion, Gloria stretched with a luxurious lazy arch that pushed her large, unsagging tits high in the air, their nipples tightening with pleasure. Her pussy tickled with the first hint of moisture, and she looked over in time to see Lisa's blouse flutter to the floor.
The brunette hadn't worn a bra and her small, pert tits jutted out like two scoops of vanilla ice cream, cherry-topped by dusky pink nipples.
"Hurry up," she urged, thoroughly enjoying her friend's shyness. "Get that shirt off and then I'll show you some pointers that'll have the guys begging for it like you wouldn't believe!"
As she unzipped her skirt and slipped quickly out of it, Lisa found herself trembling with nervous anticipation. At last she slid out of her panties and lay back beside Gloria, a half-frightened giggle rising from her. "This ... this is so awful! If my folks caught us like this, they'd think ... ohhh, all right! What do I do now?"
Gloria grinned and rolled onto her side to observe Lisa's slim magazine-model body, her gaze traveling across the girl's firm, upthrusting little tits and down across her flat rippling stomach to the triangular bush of light-brown hair that barely hid her cunt from sight.
They'd seen each other naked before, but never quite like this. Aware of Gloria's stare, Lisa trembled. She'd never displayed herself like this before, not even in front of her best friend.
"Well?" she blurted, trying to sound irritated. "Are you going to show me or not?"
"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport! Besides, it's lots more fun if you relax first. Have you ever tried relaxing? I mean, with your fingers? It's not the real thing of course, but it sure helps on those long lonely nights!"
Lisa knew what she meant, and shook her head hastily.
"Oh God, you're so dumb!" Gloria rolled her eyes, glad for the chance to share her knowledge. "Okay then, that's what I'll show you first. I always start by fingering my tits. Some of the other girls don't do that, but I have really sensitive tits, and I'll bet you do too. Let's try it and see." With those words she reached up and cupped one of her own big dangling tits, hefting it up and rolling her thumb across its bumpy large nipple. The pink button strummed out in response and Gloria breathed out a loud sigh.
Lisa watched a moment as she thumbed her tit, making its nipple spire out to a hard, throbbing erection. An expression of pleasure surged across her attractive face and she rolled her thumb over the stiffened bud even faster.
Reaching up delicately, Lisa touched her small conical tits as well.
The fact that Gloria was looking on seemed to add a spark to that touch, and her quarter-sized buttons sprang up with sudden arousal. She gasped, gently sliding her fingers across her hard, rubbery nipples and feeling them leap and quiver, making her young tits ache.
"Ohhhh ... is this right?" she asked breathlessly, her nipples twanging.
Gloria smiled, her pussy creaming like crazy as she watched her inexperienced girlfriend fondle her own little tits. "That ... ummm ... that's not bad for starters, but it feels lot better when a guy's doing it to you! I know! Let's do each other. You do my titties, and I'll do yours. Then you'll find out what I mean."
Before Lisa had time to object Gloria rose onto her knees and leaned across the brunette, her big tits hanging down. A hand swooped out, grasped one of Lisa's smaller tits and squeezed it possessively.
An exploration of sensation burst through her at Gloria's sudden fingering, and she gasped. "Ohhh-oh Gloria, stop it! That's not nice! You're ... you're not supposed to play with another girl's titties! It's like-aaahhh...."
The nipple under Gloria's fingers strummed with an aching awareness that made her shoulder arch slightly, and the blonde laughed.
"You don't seem to mind all that much, Lisa! And anyway, we're pretending I'm a boy, remember? Just like Jeff. Wouldn't you like to have him feeling you up like this? Come on, admit it."
Her fingers rippled across the taut little spike of Lisa's nipple, and her young pussy creamed in a hot gush of pleasure that made her hiss. Gloria tweaked and teased the hard bud expertly, making it throb.
It felt nice! No matter how she tried to deny it, she liked having her little tit played with. And even though it wasn't exactly Jeff Gainer who was doing the playing, it sent a naughty surge of heat through her cunt not quite like anything she'd ever felt before.
"Ooooh...."
Lisa purred and Gloria grasped both her tits with growing delight. "See? I told you, you'd like it. Now play with mine too-no fair just you having all the fun! Come on, grab my tits just like a horny guy and give 'em a real squeeze. I like to have 'em squeezed."
Hardly aware of what she was doing, Lisa obeyed, reaching up to palm the two gorgeous big tits that dangled enticingly above her. Their nipples leaped against her hands and Gloria groaned.
"Ahhhh, that's nice. Oh yeah, that's really nice. Now pinch my nips just like you're milking 'em. I like that best of all! Ohhh, oh fuck yes, that's good! Milk me just like a big old cow, it drives me crazy! Uhhhmmmm...."
Following instructions in spite of herself, Lisa caught her friend's large, swollen nipples between her thumb and forefinger and began to rhythmically squeeze, pulling on their fattened hardness just as if she were actually milking a cow.
That seemed to turn the blonde on more than ever. She began to gasp and wiggle in rapture, her fingers clutching at Lisa's perky tits as if clinging to them for dear life. Abruptly she moaned out loud, her voice harsh and husky.
"Oh shit, that's good enough to make me come! Faster! Do it faster now! I can't stand it-I'm gonna explode! Do it, Lisa! Make me come--uhhm!--aaaahhhh!"
Suddenly her blue eyes hazed over and she squealed, hips undulating wildly and tits thrusting against Lisa's plucking fingers with urgent need.
She was coming and Lisa recognized all the signs, even though she herself had never gotten that far. Something in the sheer blissful look on Gloria's face made her unfucked pussy burn in a way it never had before, and unexpectedly she enjoyed the fact that she was making her friend come. Squeezing those large ripe nipples harder than ever, she gasped out a pleased murmur. "Like this? How ... how does that feel, huh?"
"Ohhhhh, fuck!"
Gloria managed a happy gurgling groan as her pussy spasmed. Abruptly she couldn't withstand that wonderful sensation a moment longer. Her head dove, mouth fastening on one of Lisa's taut, strumming nipples.
"Muhhm...."
"Ohhhh! Oh Gloria, don't!"
Her action took the brunette by complete surprise. Lisa wailed with horror and her hands flew up to push Gloria's head away. But somehow her fingers only curled in her friend's short blonde curls and her shoulder surged up as warm moist lips closed over her throbbing little nipple and began to suck.
It happened so fast that before she quite knew it Lisa was shoving her tit up to the girl's face, even as she cried out in shock.
"Don't-please that ... that's doing something funny to me! Stop, Gloria! Sto-ahhhppp!"
Gloria only smiled and sucked more furiously than ever, licking and tonguing the marble-sized pebble in her mouth with increased suction.
Something seemed to melt inside Lisa, letting a juicy torrent of cream flood from her twitching young cunt. She hadn't expected anything like this to happen, but now that it was she couldn't seem to stop. Her heated pussy drooled like never before, plastering her dainty brown cunt fur and drenching her thighs. Before she realized what was really happening she was twisting and hunching on the bed, clutching Gloria's head and forcing her entire petite tit into that hungry sucking mouth.
"Eeyoowww!"
"Mumppff-" Gloria gave a muffled laugh and pulled back with a knowing grin, letting her friend's tit plop from her mouth with a wet, smacking sound.
Lisa moaned and sank back, gasping in frustration as the pleasant feeling in her cunt dwindled away.
"There, you see?" A bit breathless herself, Gloria looked down at her limp, sprawled, best friend, a malicious gleam in her eyes. "All girls have cunts, and cunts are for fucking. You're no different from the rest of us-you get just as hot as I do, and maybe even hotter! I'll bet your pussy's just sopping by now, isn't it? I'm going to take a look!"
Still twitching with the intensity of her arousal, Lisa barely heard. But when she suddenly sensed Gloria moving purposely toward the foot of the bed, her words sank in.
"You're going-nooo! Gloria, don't-"
She grabbed feebly at one of the blonde's outstretched legs but it was too late. Gloria was already shoving her thighs effortlessly apart, as if they had no strength left in them.
Now Lisa's cunt was splayed openly to her gaze, its small, pouting lips flared open and its frothing, wet depths completely exposed.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Gloria gasped in blatant appreciation at the sight of the virgin's gaping pussy, its pink slash splitting her brown halo of pussy hair apart and tight little hole winking open. A burst of juice poured out even as she watched, and that spectacle made her laugh. "Wow, you really are a hot bitch, aren't you? Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes ... if that Jeff Gainer got a look at this, he'd bust his pants wide open! You're not so fucking innocent after all, are you?"
"Duh-damn you Gloria Webb, you're just a hot-cunted bitch yourself!"
Though her words were sharp with outrage and humiliation, Lisa felt her cunt cream hard under that stare. She writhed in an effort to escape, but Gloria flopped her legs across the brunette's shoulders and held her pinned, blushing and sputtering in anger and arousal.
"So what if I am a hot-cunted bitch?" the girl retorted, her voice self-assured. "At least now I know I'm not the only hot-cunted bitch around! Don't you just wish I was Jeff Gainer now, Lisa? Then I could stick my cock in your cunt and cool it off real-l-l nice. Like this."
Intent on teasing her friend, she abruptly craned her head down and lashed out with her tongue. It jabbed straight into Lisa's flared pussy, pushing between her taut, wet lips and flailing briefly inside her like a fat fucking cock.
"Aaannnh!"
An incredible blast of heat soared through her at that unexpected tongue-stroke and Lisa hunched up automatically to take it. Her face wrenched into an astonished expression of pure lust, and what had begun as a quick tormenting gesture turned into a lingering kiss as Gloria felt a burst of pussy juice stream across her tongue. She swallowed, a bit surprised by her own horniness. Then she pulled her probe slickly out and twisted around to look at Lisa, her lips wet and tugging into a wide smile.
"Ohhhh, you ... you cunt!" the brunette moaned, more humiliated than ever. Her glazed eyes glared down and fastened on the sight of Gloria's wet, dripping cunt spread before her, its big fat lips pooched wide apart and oversized clit jutting like a cunt nipple, just aching to be sucked. "I'll get you for that, Gloria! You're just a nasty cunt-eating lesbian, that's what you are! I'll show you-"
Without thinking, she reached down with both hands and plowed into Gloria's blonde pussy fuzz, converging on its puffy-lipped entrance. Pulling her cuntmouth wide apart with one hand, Lisa shoved two fingers deep into her sopping pussy.
"Wuuuunnh!"
Gloria shrieked, lurching as the girl's fingers plunged inside her. Lisa's palm mashed against her large oily clit, and she bucked frantically.
"There!" Gasping out her triumphant revenge, Lisa felt her fingers being sucked into place by her friend's resilient cuntlips. She wiggled them around with harsh little stabs, hardly able to believe that she was really doing such a thing to her very best friend. "How's that, cunt? now we'll find out who's horniest."
Her fingers started to dip in and out of Gloria's tight sucking vise, just the way she'd read a prick did.
"Ohhh-oh shit, you fucking slut!" Gloria's retort tore out of her in barely veiled ecstasy as her aching pussy was stuffed with Lisa's fingers, oozing juicy excitement all over her hand. "Go-annh! Go ahead and finger-fuck me, I don't care! Ohhh-oh fucking piss, that feels good! I'll get even...."
Her head sank once more between Lisa's spread legs and her tongue flicked across the brunette's tender pussy with greedy hunger.
Neither of them had intended to find themselves in this situation-Lisa with her fingers crammed up Gloria's cunthole, and the blonde tonguing her pussy with fast, furious stabs.
But by this time it was far too late to stop. They were both too horny to break the spell, and as Gloria probed into her soaked, tingling cunt Lisa felt a searing tide of pleasure that had her humping up for more, grinding her cunt to the other girl's face.
The blonde dove, her tongue lunging in a rhythm that matched Lisa's stabbing fingers. Their slender teenaged bodies meshed and melted together, long legs straddling each other and flat tummies hunching in mutual bliss. They plowed each other's pussy, both moaning and whimpering as the last shred of inhibition was washed out of them in fresh floods of cuntjuice. Gloria gobbled at the cunt that bucked up to her full slickened lips, eating out another girl's cunt for the first time in her life.
At the same time Lisa was busy slamming her fingers in and out of the wet, squeezing pussy that arched before her. They sank deep into Gloria with obscene sucking sounds that only turned her on more as she saw the blonde's small puckered asshole winking up in the air like a moist, silently sobbing little mouth.
The first tremors of orgasm ripped through Gloria's pussy, and she gave a muffled scream. Her voluptuous body spasmed and she shot her tongue up Lisa's cunt with a fury like never before.
It was unreal. The slender brunette felt something like the surge of a burning-hot poker being plunged all the way up through her body, and sudden realization made her wail.
"I'm coming! Oh gosh Gloria, I'm coming! Make me come, I'm going to-gaaannhhh!"
She shrieked then, as the first orgasm of her life ripped throughout her. A series of explosions tore from her tongue-filled cunt and she bounced up to take them.
All books she'd read had never prepared her for the delicious blasts of ecstasy that burst within her now. Twisting and sobbing and lunging up in a frenzy of sheer oblivion, she smashed her hand hard against Gloria's humping pussy and soared into a cloud of bliss, coming again and again.
It was the most fantastic feeling in the whole world. She hovered like that for what seemed like an eternity, feeling Gloria wiggle atop her.
At last the blonde ceased to wiggle and they both collapsed in a happy, sated heap. "Ohhhhh, gosh...." Lisa breathed a sigh, dazed.
Gloria gave a whimper and dimly she realized she'd clamped her legs tight around the girl's head, pinning her mouth to her cunt. Lisa let her lips slide open, and the blonde rose up with a noisy gasp.
"Muhhff-what ... what the fuck are you trying to do, smother me?"
But her face was beaming, not angry at all. With Lisa's fingertips still trailing unconsciously across her slushy, satisfied cunt, she could only grin.
"See, Lisa? I told you it was great. And you know what? It's even better with boys!" She scooted around and sank on top of Lisa, their bodies coming together in a mutual hug of fulfillment.
"Even better...?"
That was hard to imagine. But, as they clung to each other, gasping for breath, Lisa tried. Even better ... Oh, gosh! Then she thought of Jeff, and smiled.
Gloria smiled back, understanding. "Yeah, lots better. You'll see. One of these days, you'll find out."
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh Jeff, do it! Put it in me-fuck me! Fuck ... fuck me-eeee...."
Lisa moaned softly, writhing on the bed. Two soaked fingers plunged up her heated young cunt and gyrated frantically there, jabbing in and out with fast, urgent jabbing motions, just the way she'd done Gloria. Her pussy slurped with wet smacking sounds of pleasure and she jabbed faster.
"Yesss! Oh fuck that's nice, so nice ... ahhhhh...."
It was late afternoon and Gloria had gone home hours ago. But the ache she'd started in Lisa's virgin cunt had persisted. In fact, it had gotten worse by the moment. She couldn't seem to think of anything but Jeff Gainer, imagining the feel of having his cock plunge inside her just the way Gloria's tongue had. Just the thought of having her pussy fucked by her next-door-neighbor had made it itch and cream all over again, until she had no choice but to soothe it with her fingers.
At the moment she was doing just that, hunching up in a flurry of oblivion and rubbing her hand hard against her clit, shoving her fingers deeper as the first swells of delight blossomed inside her, in rippling tides of orgasm.
"That's-ooooh, that's so fucking good! More, do it-do it more! Ohhhh-oh Je-Jehhhfff!" She humped ecstatically as a blast of climax soared through her, making her fingers slam in and out with new fury. It was the second orgasm she'd ever had in her life, and Lisa enjoyed it to the fullest. Her lithe body surged up, hand mashing against her brown-furred pussy, fingers sloshing inside her as she pretended it was Jeff's cock throbbing in her cunt, his meaty shaft pounding home with harsh, hungry stabs.
"Owwwhhh!"
Lisa wailed, spasming. If anything, she came harder than she had even with Gloria's tongue wiggling into her. The mere image of being fucked by Jeff had her spiraling up in sobbing bliss, juicing onto her hand in hot, steamy gushes.
All too quickly it was over. Still twitching and undulating on her buried fingers, she soaked up every bit of release and sank back, panting for breath and gasping with the pure joy of her pretended fucking.
"Ohhhhh, Jeff!" She sighed happily, letting her fingers pop free wetly.
It was at that moment that her mother called from downstairs. "Lisa? Supper's ready, darling. Hurry down before it gets cold!"
"Ahhhh-all right, Mom."
Breathless and momentarily satisfied, she rose and slipped into jeans and tee shirt. Then, feeling naughty and wicked and uninhibited in a way she'd never known before, she skipped lightly down the stairs for supper.
"Well, there's that missing daughter of mine!" Sam Burns was already at the table, about to dig into a plateful of food. A big, broad-shouldered man with a rugged, handsome face and short sandy hair, he grinned broadly as Lisa burst in. "It's about time you dropped by to say hi. For a while there I thought I'd just imagined having a little girl."
"Oh, Dad!" Smiling back, she swept past and planted a kiss on his slightly receding hairline, then took her seat.
"Here you are, Lisa." Anne set a second still steaming plate before Lisa and took her own place, pushing a wayward strand of long dark brown hair from across her attractive, high-cheeked face at the same time. "You haven't had a thing to eat all day and I want you to finish this nice hot meal. And then, after you're all done with that, we're going to discuss the C you made in English."
Her words carried a warning that made Lisa wince. She'd forgotten all about that!
"Now, Anne." Instantly her father spoke up for her, his infectious grin taking the edge off Mrs. Burns' threat. "It's her first day away from school, and we've got all summer to get around to that-which I will, by the way. But for today, let's let the girl enjoy her freedom. Does that meet with your approval, young lady?"
"It suits me just fine, Dad!"
"Well...." Trying hard not to smile, she gave in reluctantly. "Very well, since I seem to be outvoted. But if I had my way, Lisa Burns, you'd spend this whole summer studying English! Just think about that while you're being so pleased with yourself!" Then she had to smile too, ruining her own speech.
"It's okay, Mom, I planned to do just that. But next year won't be so bad because I won't have Miss Randolph. She's the worst teacher in the whole school because she doesn't like anybody! Ugh!" To emphasize her argument she made a face, and that explanation seemed to satisfy her mother.
"I'll hold you to that, darling. But for now let's do as your father says. Now eat!"
Off the hook, Lisa discovered she was famished. She dug into her food with exuberance, glad that she had such understanding parents.
But it wasn't English or Miss Randolph on Lisa's mind as she ate, finishing off two helpings of everything. All she could think about was Jeff Gainer, and the notion Gloria had planted inside her. How would it feel to really fuck a boy? she wondered. How would it feel to have a big stiff prick sliding deep into her cunt, all hard and pulsing and ready to blast its load of jism inside her?
How would it feel if that cock belonged to Jeff...? No matter how she tried, she couldn't seem to get that image out of her mind. It remained there all through the rest of the evening, as she helped her mother with the dishes and later as the three of them sat in the living room watching TV.
Lisa had never seen a boy's cock, except in pictures, and she had only a vague idea how it would feel. Like Gloria's tongue, she was sure. Only bigger.
Curiosity mingled with the horniness seething in her tender young pussy and as she sat curled on the couch Lisa could fed her cunt ooze with a fresh gush of hot cream, just aching to pick up where she'd left off.
Fortunately, her folks went to bed early. With a loud groan her Dad stood up, yawning noisily.
"Man, I'm beat. How about you, hon? Ready to call it a night?"
Anne started to protest that it was too early for bed, when she caught her husband's wink. Blushing a bright red and hoping their daughter didn't notice, she rose too. "I suppose it would be nice to get a little extra sleep for once...." She hurried for the stairs, still blushing.
"Don't stay up too late, Lisa," Sam said, pausing just long enough to give his daughter a peck on the cheek and a quick hug. "School may be over for the summer, but you're still a growing girl. Okay?"
"All right, Dad." Wrinkling her face at being referred to as a 'growing girl,' she complied.
A moment later they were both gone and Lisa was alone. Instantly she dropped a hand to fondle her tingling crotch, and felt the moistness seeping through the denim confines. Lisa squirmed, rubbing her crotch and picturing boys' cocks in her inexperienced imagination.
Suddenly she couldn't stand it anymore. It was time for another fingering session, like it or not. And she liked it.
Giddy with delicious arousal and her newly discovered hungers, she turned off the television and followed her parents up the stairs. It was as she passed their closed bedroom door that she heard the groan.
"Sam, don't! Now-ohhhh, now stop it! Lisa's still awake, she can hear-"
"Don't give me that." Her father's voice drifted into the hall, light and self-assured. "You want it bad, baby, and we both know it. Come on ... that's it...."
"Sam-damn you! Ahhhh...." She gave a little moan, and Sam chuckled.
Lisa stood there, frozen to the spot. She'd never heard her folks talk quite like that before. Their voices were husky and playful, not like them at all. In fact....
At any other time she would have been shocked at the realization that came to her now. But with her own cunt sopping with arousal and itching like crazy, she felt a twinge of wicked pleasure like nothing she'd ever known before.
Softly, afraid of being heard, she stole to the door. It was cracked open, and even as she reached it she heard her mother gasp.
"Oh-oh God, that feels good! So big and hard ... you bastard, you know I can't stand it when you're like this! I've just got to-uhhmm...."
"Oh yeah...." Sam Burns was the one who groaned then, loudly.
Lisa's pussy seemed to twitch in her jeans at those sounds. Unable to endure the prospect of merely eavesdropping, she inched the door open. It cracked wider, until she could see in.
Her eyes went round with disbelief at what she saw, and a small hiss of breath rose from her throat.
Her parents were in the middle of their bedroom, totally nude. Her dad stood there with a big grin on his face as her mom crouched before him, her full, moist lips engulfed his cock.
"That's it babe, that's just fine. Suck it for me, suck it real good, yeah...." His thick fingers tangled in his wife's hair, urging her on.
Lisa gaped, aghast. She'd never seen her father nude before. His barrel chest was covered with blonde fur, all curled and matted and entwining down his stomach until it vanished from sight, hidden by her mom's head. Anne crouched there and a purr of pleasure rolled from her as she began to move back and forth, her hips wiggling and bare rounded ass quivering.
Her lips slid back, and Sam's prick appeared.
If she hadn't already been dumbfounded, the sight of it would have taken Lisa's breath away. Her father's cock was enormous! Huge and red and veined and bloated, it slid from between Anne's lips, slick and strumming.
She sucked luxuriously, drawing back until just the knobbed head of her husband's prick was captured between her lips. Then she glided forward again, swallowing inch after inch of meaty hardness until it was once more crammed down her throat. Then her head began to move back and forth in a lip-smacking rhythm, picking up speed.
Lisa stared, getting her first real look at a man's prick. And even though this particular prick belonged to her father, she couldn't stop the burst of juice the flooded from her cunt, drenching it thoroughly.
"Yeah, babe, suck it real good like that, just like it was sliding in and out of that hot cunt of yours.
Do it, lover. And maybe if you do a real nice job, I'll give your pussy a going over it'll never forget. Suck it, Anne! Ahhh...."
His grin flew wide, his hips twitching, muscular chest rippling as she did just that. Grasping his taut asscheeks and rising to her knees in a dog-like pose, she rode her lips across the length of his throbbing cock amidst groans of sheer delight. Her tits, small and petite like Lisa's, dangled and bounced wildly as she mouthed her husband's prick. Her legs splayed open, and from where she stood Lisa could see almost straight up her mom's flared pussy gash, all pink and slippery and plump-lipped, surrounded by a rich, pliant carpet of dark-brown cunthair.
A series of urgent moans swelled from Anne and she sucked harder. Sam's grin turned into a grimace of lust as he clung to her head more tightly, hunching in and out of his wife's mouth just as if he were shoving it deep down her silky pussy.
Unmoving, Lisa took it all in. The sight of her father's massive prick and the spectacle of her mom slurping at it and panting for more while her soaked pussy arched up in the air like a smacking mouth itself. Astonished, the teenager watched the whole thing.
She was still watching, spellbound, when suddenly Anne jerked her head back and let his cock flip free. Sam's prick bobbed up wet and stiff before his daughter's heated gaze.
"Fuck me!" Anne's demand came out in a gasp of pure need as she twisted around on the floor and flung her legs wide apart, not even bothering to take the few steps over to the bed. "You sweet fucking bastard, get your prick in me before I die! I've got to have it-now!"
Sam laughed, his prick straining straight out like a slab of concrete. Its bulbous head was even fatter yet, so huge to Lisa's inexperienced eyes that she couldn't even imagine something that big fitting into a woman's cunt.
But an instant later she had her chance to find out, because even as he laughed he was swooping down atop his horny wife, sprawling over her slim, squirming body and stabbing his aching prick at her cunt.
"Never let it be said I didn't give my wife everything she wanted-take it, bitch! Take my cock-ahhh!"
He slammed down, driving his prick at her like a thrown spear.
Anne grabbed his swollen cock and guided it home, hunching up to meet it. His cockhead tore between her puffed cuntlips and slithered neatly into her, with all the power of her husband's strength behind it. His cock shoved to its base in her seething pussy, and she let out a scream.
"Aaannnhhh!"
In that moment they both became a sobbing, grunting tangle of mutual bliss as their bodies soared together, Sam's prick stabbing in and out of her tight, squeezing cunt and Anne humping up for more, wailing deliriously.
"Yesss! Oh God yes Sam, fuck the piss right out of me! I can't stand it-pump it to me, baby! Fuck me-fuck ... meeee!"
He obliged with glee. Within moments their sweating bodies were heaving in frenzied unison as he rammed in and out of his wife's sweet, sucking pussy, reaming it with every thrust and gasping out loud as it surged up to take every inch, wrapped around his prick like a velvet vise and slurping at it for more.
Her parents were fucking, and Lisa saw it happen. She saw her dad's enormous cock jab into her mom's cunt and slide out dripping wet to jab in again. She saw the look of pure unhidden ecstasy on her mother's face, heard Anne's joyful groans grow louder and louder until she was hunching and wailing in a frenzy, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of his thrusts.
Her pussy churned in unbelievable gushes of hunger as she watched her parents fucking on the floor of their bedroom. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she reached down for the snap of her jeans.
It was almost like being part of a dream. Lisa unfastened her jeans and shoved one hand deep into them, her fingers entwining in the slickened fuzz of her aching young cunt. With a small gasp that mingled with her mother's groans, she groped along the furrowed trench of her cunt and worked a finger up inside it.
Though not nearly the size of her father's giant prick, that finger was enough to set firecrackers off deep inside her. She began to move it in and out, automatically matching her parents' frantic rhythm. Her slender hips gyrated, grinding her pussy down on that small darting probe just as if she were fucking too-just as if that big bloated cock was lunging into her, stretching her snug, delicate cuntlips wide open and pushing right up into her belly until it seemed to plunge all the way through her.
"Ahhh ... annnnh...."
Lisa let out a small half-stifled whimper, hunching fast and furious onto her finger.
"Yehhhsss!" Anne shrieked abruptly, arching up. "I'm coming, damn you! Fuck me-fuck me good and hard! Make me come, lover, make me ... make me ... gggaaannnh!" With that wail she wrenched up like a drawn bowstring, her deep brown eyes rolling.
At the same moment Sam gave a long low growl and pounded into her as his balls boiled to the point of explosion.
"Uhhhh!"
He groaned, and the first blast of jism ripped up his wife's drooling cunthole. It was instantly followed by a second blast, and then a third.
"Nuuuhhhmmm!"
Anne careened up, taking jolt after delicious jolt of jizz up her pussy.
They climaxed simultaneously, writhing on the floor in oblivious rapture, totally unaware of the teenaged girl who was slumped limply in their doorway, finger-fucking herself like crazy.
"Ooh-oooohhhh...."
Lisa sobbed softly as her cunt erupted with completion, flooding the juices of its overflow down her hand. With her glazed eyes taking in every motion of her parents' bodies and her finger stuffed as far as it would go up her tight little chute, she came as well.
She was like that, with her fist crammed in her jeans and finger wiggling deliriously inside her, when Sam slumped gasping on his sated wife.
"Jesus, that was good! Oh Christ...."
"Uhhhmmm...." For her part, Anne couldn't have agreed more. She squirmed, feeling his load of cream seep from her bloated cunt. His softened prick, still massive despite being thoroughly drained, rolled like a big sluggish worm inside her.
Lisa saw the thick white threads of her dad's cum dribble from the split-open juncture of her mom's cunt. She could practically feel all that jism leaking between her own thighs, just as if she were the one who'd just been fucked.
Only, instead of her dad, an image of Jeff drifted through her haze of bliss-Jeff Gainer, and his lovely fucking prick!
"Now ... ahh, now can we go to bed?" Anne spoke then, her voice husky and playful. "There's lots more I want to do, but it'd be so much more fun if we were in bed...."
Sam laughed, never failing to be delighted by his wife's sheer horniness.
Dimly, reality sank into Lisa once again. And with it came a blush of embarrassment at her own actions. Spying on her own parents-that was disgusting!
Turning crimson with sudden humiliation, she plucked her hand from her jeans and quickly made for her own room, not even waiting to see just what it was her mom intended to do in bed.
Damn that Jeff Gainer, anyway! Lisa fumed. It was his fault, making her so hot and horny she'd let another girl eat her out, and even go so far as to spy on her own mom and dad! She'd make him pay for doing this to her-one way or another!
With thoughts of vengeance firmly in mind, Lisa tore off her clothes and threw herself on her bed, feeling her pussy tingling again just the way it had been doing all afternoon.
Wasn't it ever going to stop?
"Damn you, Jeff!"
Those words came out in a gasp, as she reached down to soothe her aching cunt all over again.
And as her fingers stroked her taut fattened clit button, she wished he was here right now. She'd show him a thing or two!
Oh Jeff....
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, I'm gonna be late! If I don't get going, the guys'll start without me!" Tossing down a last long gulp of his morning orange juice, Jeff scooted from the kitchen table and tucked his ball glove under his arm, scampering for the back door. "Don't bother fixing me any lunch. I'll probably grab a sandwich with Eddie or somebody. Okay, Mom?"
He paused just long enough to give his mother a fleeting kiss on the cheek, catching her with her coffee cup raised to her lips, then dashed toward the bright summer sunlight that was just wasting away outside.
"Now, just a moment!" Della Gainer set her coffee cup down with a firm clatter and twisted about, catching him at the door. "Jeff Gainer, you can just come back here and finish the nice breakfast I made before you go gallivanting anywhere! Your friends will wait, I guarantee."
"Aw, Mom!" Jeff's youthful face scrunched into a grimace, and he kicked the floor with his sneakered foot in little-boy frustration. "Come on, the guys are probably already choosing up sides!" But his mother had no intention of giving in, and her determined expression showed it. Reluctantly he turned to his place and plopped down, once more scooping up his fork.
Barely suppressing a smile, Della watched as he shoveled in a mouth load of fried eggs and reached once more for his orange juice. "That's better. I won't have you playing out in the hot sun all day without a decent meal first. And don't eat so fast-it isn't healthy."
"Mumff." His cheeks bulging, Jeff grinned and swallowed, then forked another heaping load of eggs into his mouth.
Della had to smile then. She shook her head with a loud sigh of exasperation, her short red curls glittering like a fiery aura about her attractive sculptured face as she gave up. "What am I going to do with you? Honestly!"
Polishing off his plate with one last mouthful, he grinned even wider and rose. "May I go now?"
"Oh go ahead!" Frustrated once again by her growing son's inexorable exuberance, Della surrendered with a small laugh. "But just be sure you have something for lunch, even if it's only a sandwich. Promise?"
He swallowed and raced for the door a second time, answering over his shoulder. "I promise. Bye, Mom!"
Then the screen door banged open, and he was gone.
"I'll bet." Della's woeful retort wafted through an empty kitchen as she sipped her coffee and wished for the thousandth time that Jeff had a father.
A widow for the past six years, she had learned long ago that it wasn't easy trying to be both parents to a dynamic teenaged boy. Even though Jeff made every effort to be the man of the house most of the time, he still obviously needed a real man's influence.
And, as she finished her coffee and rose to collect the morning's dishes, Della had to admit that Jeff wasn't the only one.
Six years without a husband. Six long, lonely years of sleeping by herself, of avoiding parties and movie theaters and restaurants and all the places that seemed meant for couples only. Six years without the feel of a man's body pressing down on her, his breath hot on her face and his cock sliding deep, deep into her cunt....
With a start Della realized she was standing before the sink, staring vacantly out the window and feeling her pussy tingle and ache, the way it always did when she got to thinking such thoughts.
God, she was horny!
And it wasn't as if she was unattractive, either. Della was a voluptuous woman, and she knew it. As if to prove that fact she suddenly reached up and cupped her blouse-clad tits, palming their twin swells. They still jutted out just as large and unsagging as when she'd been a teenager herself, without giving away the least hint that she was now in her mid-thirties. Their nipples itched and nudged erect in the confines of her bra, strumming to attention.
She gasped, and gave them an extra little squeeze. Then her hands drifted down across a smooth flat tummy and over the rounded flare of full hips, finally converging to the crotch of her tight slacks.
Della shivered. She could feel her pussy melting, moistening her panties with arousal as her fingertips lingered there as if to urge that ache on. Jeff needed a man, and so did she. Did she ever!
What had begun as an impulse quickly soared into more. Her fingertips glided along the taut crease of her slacks and a burst of need seemed to pour out of her. Della parted her full lips in a soft, hungry groan and leaned against the sink, rubbing her crotch with blatant arousal.
"Oh God...."
At that moment the voices of her next-door neighbors burst through the window at her, and she pulled her hands away from her crotch with a guilty start.
"Now don't spend too much, babe. You know we're not rich, no matter how hard you try to ignore the facts."
"Oh Sam, don't carry on! Besides, do I ever spend more money than we have? Just as soon as it's all gone, I always stop!"
There was laughter, and Della looked out to see Sam and Anne Burns standing in their driveway, kissing goodbye.
She started to call out to her best friend, but at that moment Anne climbed into the big station wagon and started the engine.
"These shopping excursions are going to kill me!" Sam had time for one last groan of complaint as his wife put the car in gear.
"Well, at least you'll die knowing you made your wife very happy!"
With those parting words and a last fetching smile Anne pulled out of the drive and sped away, heading for the nearest shopping center.
Still a bit hazy from her unexpected surge of lust, Della caught herself wishing she were as lucky as Anne Burns. Now there was a happy marriage, and even though Anne was her very best friend Della couldn't help a twinge of jealousy.
Some women just didn't realize how lucky they were!
Della took a deep breath, trying to clear the cloud of horniness out of her mind. She was still looking out the window, encompassed in her own unquenched needs, when Sam Burns started to turn back toward his house and caught sight of her.
"Well, well, it looks like I'm not the only one who got stuck at home with nothing to do! Morning, Della!"
She felt herself blush at being caught spying. "Good morning, Sam. I was just getting a breath of fresh air...."
Sam grinned, his broad face beaming with natural humor. "Why didn't you say something a minute ago? I could've talked you into riding shotgun for that wife of mine. Christ, she's going to spend me out of house and home!"
Despite her embarrassment, Della had to smile. Anne certainly did go on a lot of shopping trips--almost every day. Sometimes they went together, but she could hardly keep up with the frantic sprees of her brunette friend.
"I know what you mean," she agreed, then without thinking went on. "How about a cup of coffee to wash your troubles down, Sam? It's free!"
If anything, Sam's grin flew wider. "Hey, that sounds great. Be right there, Del."
He headed across the yard for her back door, and unaccountably Della found herself fussing with her hair and smoothing her clothes as if she were meeting a stranger, rather than her next door neighbor.
The back door opened and Sam strode in. "A cup of coffee would sure hit the spot right-well, don't you look good enough to eat! How about it, Della? Want to skip that coffee and get right down to the main course?" His grin turned into a lecherous leer as he stood looking her up and down, his eyes twinkling.
Della's blush deepened, showing all too plainly on her fair skin. In all the time she'd known Sam, she'd never quite gotten used to his blatant teasing. Even in front of Anne he liked to make Della blush with his off-hand comments and suggestive little jokes. Standing before her now with his gaze sliding along her curvaceous body like hot, groping fingers, he added a fresh twinge to the ache in her cunt that just couldn't be ignored.
"Sam, stop talking like that and sit down! You never know when Jeff might be just around a corner listening to every word!"
As she nervously poured two steaming cups of coffee, he chuckled. "Oh yeah? I thought that was him I just saw trotting down to the ball field. Which means we're all alone." If it was possible, his leer grew even more self-assured.
Della's face was burning. Hastily she picked the cups up and carried them over to the table, wishing she hadn't invited him in after all.
It was as she set the cups down that Sam came up behind her. His big hands swooped about her waist and came to rest on her tits, giving them a squeeze.
"Sam!" Startled, she tried to struggle free. "Now stop it-please! This ... this isn't what I meant when I asked you over!"
"Oh, isn't it?" Instead of releasing her tits, he squeezed harder. His hot breath fanned her neck and she could feel the press of his bulging crotch against her ass. "Well now, Del, I've got the feeling that this is exactly what you meant. In fact, I think you'd like nothing more than to have me eating that sweet pussy of yours, just like I always do. How about it?"
His fingers clung to Della's heaving tits, snaking across their hugeness to fumble at the buttons of her blouse.
And despite herself, she knew that he was right. Even as she tried to escape, she felt her cunt melting in a creamy gush of need as his crotch pushed rigidly against her tautened asscheeks, fingers plucking at her blouse.
"Oh ... oh God Sam, don't! Jeff could come back any moment! Please-"
Then her blouse flapped open, and his big strong hands were pulling it with a jerk and reaching for the snap of her bra.
Helpless in the searing tides of hunger that seemed to literally pour from her cunt, she gave a shrug that tossed the cotton confines off. Her big bared tits swung free, and instantly Sam twisted her around.
"Oh, Christ!" he murmured, feasting on his neighbor's enormous tits. They bobbled before him, swollen and pale like a pair of melons, their mouth-sized nipples pink and inflamed and spiking into gorgeous fat cherries that just ached to be munched. "I never get over looking at these babies, Del. No matter how often I see 'em, I just can't quite believe it! Give me a show, baby. You know what I mean. Let me see your tits, the way I like to see 'em best."
With trembling hands, Della reached up and cupped her naked tits. Each one made a hefty handful, with plenty of overflow. She lifted them up to his face for closer examination, her expression wrenched with humiliation.
"Oh my God, if anyone finds out-if Anne ever suspects-"
"Don't worry, she doesn't. But then, she doesn't have what you've got, either. Keep going. Thumb your nips for me, Del. Make 'em real hard, for some good sucking."
Sam chuckled, smirking. He knew all too well that this was how Della Gainer wanted it. She wanted to be degraded, to be totally shamed by the very lust that had caused her to have an affair with her best friend's husband. She got off on humiliation. Even as her thumbs went up to roll across the big stiffened buds of her nipples, he could see that he was right.
She groaned, a sound almost like a whimper. Her nipples strummed out, their twin textured spires quivering with rubbery stiffness.
"Yeah, that's just right. Just the way I like those candies of yours, babe. And I think I'll taste a little sweetness right now-" Abruptly he bobbed down and caught one hardened bud between his lips, smacking on it with open appreciation.
Della gave a moan of sheer horny arousal as he began to suck her rigid nipple, drawing it deep between his puckered cheeks and tonguing his pliant fatness with frank delight. She never failed to feel a bit degraded by her sessions with Sam. He was a married man, and the husband of her best friend!
But for the last several months, ever since the two of them had gotten drunk at a neighborhood party and fucked in the back of Sam's station wagon, she'd been totally unable to stop what was happening between them. Too many years had passed without having a man treat her the way he did. Too many long empty nights alone had taught her that even the utter disgrace of being fucked by her best friend's husband was better than that alternative.
Ashamed of her own uncontrollable hungers, she clutched his head and urged him on.
"Yesss-oh God, that feels so nice! Suck ... suck my tit! Suck it! Annnh...."
"Muhm...." Gulping greedily at her big thrusting boob, Sam managed a grin. He switched from one delectable nipple to the other until he had them both slick and throbbing. Then he pulled back, enjoying her groan of frustration.
"Ah, that's better. Now that you're catching on, let's see the rest of the show. You know how it goes, Del."
Blushing crimson with mixed lust and mortification, Della did. "Please, don't make me-fuck me, Sam! I need your cock inside me! Don't make me do that again! I don't want to!"
But even as she pleaded, her hands moved down to the elastic band of her slacks and peeled them off.
Sam stood back and admired the view as she tugged the slacks down across her full, ripe ass, then quickly slipped out of them all together.
She straightened, almost on the verge of tears. "Is ... is this what you want?"
"That's a beginning."
His voice came out throaty and harsh as he gazed down at what had to be the most gorgeous cunt he'd ever seen in his life. Its thick rich tangle of flame-red curls was matted with wetness, glistening in the morning light as if aglow with horny heat. He'd never seen so much pussy hair all in one place at once, like a spongy carpet of fire. It made his prick jerk up in his trousers, tenting his crotch with ominous anticipation.
He'd have been more than happy to fuck that luxurious cunt right then and there, but the past months of experience had taught him what Della Gainer really wanted. He went on, quelling his own impulse.
"Yeah, that's just fine for starters. But it's been almost a week since I fucked that pussy of yours. How about giving me a look at what I've been missing? Show me your cunt, Del. I want to get a good long look at every scrumptious inch."
By now his bulging crotch was only too obvious, and whatever resistance she'd had was fast fading. Della knew she would give in. She always did, no matter what Sam wanted her to do. And this time was no exception.
"All right ... damn you! In my bedroom-"
"Uh-uh." He caught her arm in a firm grip, grinning from ear to ear. "Right here. Spread it out on the kitchen table, just like a hot meal. Yeah, that's it: serve me your cunt, Del. That is, if you want another taste of this."
He reached down and patted his swollen prick with loving care.
"You ... you bastard!"
Melting in a furious blast of juice and no longer in the least control of her own need, Della obediently let herself be pushed back against the table. Somehow her legs parted in compliance, and the next instant she sat with her thighs drawn wide apart, her sopping cunt gash splitting in blatant display.
Just the sight of that pink pooching pussy all wet and drooling with cream had Sam's cock pulsing with urgent awareness. He heard his own voice come out scratchy as he feasted on the redhead's lush, dripping pussy, its flared lips pouting open and pink inner depths ripe for the filling. "Yeah, oh yeah...."
"Is this what you want, damn you?" Suddenly defiant, she reached down and pulled her cuntlips apart.
A burst of juice poured onto her fingers, and despite herself Della felt a surge of shameful pleasure sweep through her.
She had a large clit, and now it was oily with juices and poking from its clefted hood like a little erection all its own under Sam's stare. As if by accident her fingers touched that fat, sensitive button, and she gave a groan.
"Uhhhmmm...."
Sam chuckled, but she didn't hear. Pangs of incredible bliss shot all the way up into her, and before she quite realized what she was doing Della was fingering her clit into a plump juicy froth.
"Ohh-oh fuck, you bastard! You're making me do this ... I can't help it! Ahh-aaahhh...."
Rolling her clit bud like a big greasy marble, she began to twitch.
"That's it, that's just perfect...."
Sam urged her on, but she obviously didn't need any urging. Even as his words came out she slumped back onto the kitchen table, her long slender legs flopping wide open. Without hesitation two fingers slid up her seething snatch, and started to pump.
"Unngghh-oh fucking bastard, that feels so damned good! This-aaah!-this is what you wanted to see, isn't it? Isn't-unnh-isn't it!"
Almost as if she were angry at herself for giving in to the needs that soared up inside her, Della began to finger-fuck her soaked cunt with fast furious jabs. With Sam Burns looking on, taking in the whole spectacle, she plunged them in and out of her hot syrupy sheath with cock-like strokes, thoroughly enjoying her own humiliation.
"Yeah...."
He grunted out his approval as her fingers shoved in and out, filmed with cream and practically dripping from the juicy torrents that flooded from her red-trimmed snatch. Della's cuntlips seemed to form a mouth-like "oh" that smacked noisily at her handmade prick as if to hold the fingers inside her. The heel of her hand pushed hard against her fat clit with each thrust, and soon she was lying back on the table in a twisting heap of oblivion, arching up with every stab. Her large, pale tits flailed with wild gyrations, their pink rigid tips rolling.
It didn't take much of that to have her already heated pussy spasming in the first blasts of orgasm.
"Oh God, I'm coming!" With a wail that tore from her throat in breathless frenzy, she pumped more furiously than ever. "Come baby, come! Ohhh, oh fucking piss that's sweet, more, morrre!"
Her fingers slammed back and forth in a pistoning rhythm, and no amount of humiliation could stop the sudden explosion of joy that ripped through her now. Della soared up, crying out as the first eruption quaked through her.
She careened onto her hand, not minding in the least that Sam was watching the whole thing as she burst in climax, shuddering again and again.
It was unbelievable. Her entire body strummed as taut as a bowstring, surging in a chain of orgasms that left her breathless. Her clouded gaze caught the look on her neighbor's face and Sam's clenched hungry expression made her come all the harder.
This was the way she liked it best-the utter degradation of exposing herself completely to her best friend's husband, letting him see the innermost depths of her too-long-withheld hungers. In a way, it was how she repaid Anne for all the times she and Sam had cheated.
And the fact that it was almost as good actually fucking didn't hurt, either.
Della writhed on the table and jabbed her fingers in her cunt unmercifully, soaking up every drop of gleeful culmination.
Abruptly, Sam couldn't stand it anymore. Jerking hastily at his tented trousers, he gave out a throaty groan.
"You bitch, it's time I gave you another lesson on just what it is that pussy of yours is for-and that's just what I'm going to do, right now...." He jerked the trousers down and his massive stiffened prick jumped into the air.
Even in the midst of her own pleasure, Della couldn't ignore that huge dream-like cock that loomed before her. She gazed at it with clouded eyes, fingers still revolving in her sucking cunt, and cooed.
"Anhh ... oh yes, do it! Get your cock in me, bastard! Fuck my pussy! Hurryyyy!"
Her fingers slipped out, prying her sopping cunt gash wide open for the enormous inflamed prickhead that speared straight toward it.
Pushing roughly between her limp spread thighs, Sam drove his cock forward. Its red bloated head tore between her cuntlips, and shoved inside her.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Instantly she was reeling with renewed vigor as he jammed his thick veined cock-length up the dripping channel of her pussy, filling it with a sheer immensity that never failed to make her scream.
"Yesss! Oh yes you fucking sweet bastard, stick it to me! I want it-get it all up my cunt, damn you! Duhh-damn you Sam Burns, da-aaaahhhh...."
Inch after unbelievable inch reamed her aching cunthole out. Within moments she was twisting like a hooked fish on his magnificent pole, her cunt mouth slurping on it like a big stick of candy.
"Take it, bitch." Grunting for breath, he clutched her thighs and forced his prick even deeper, until it was entirely crammed in that beautiful, red-muffed pussy. "Oh yeah, that's it, that's just right, Del. Now wiggle your ass, ream yourself out on my cock-ahhh, that's real good. Good...."
Della's hips lunged up, plastering her cunt entrance against the richly furred base of his cock. No longer able to keep up even the slightest pretense of self-disgust, she let out a long delicious moan of pure ecstasy as his giant prick rippled and jerked inside her, just the way she so badly needed it.
Laughing softly, Sam began to pump. His engorged cock slid a few of its many inches out of her, then slithered home. Slick and dripping with her cunt juices, it picked up a quickening rhythm as he stood at the end of the table, his hands firmly grasping her legs and tight bare ass.
"Yehhss, you gorgeous fucking bastard, fuck me good! I ... I need it, I need it so-o-o fucking much! More, more!"
She wrapped her legs around his waist and bounced up from the cool hard surface of the table, taking his meaty cock with harsh hungry thrusts. He increased his pounding, and reached out to grab her big lush tits. They made more than sufficient handfuls, and his fingers sank into all that soft velvety tit-flesh like claws.
"Unnnh ... yesss, yes!"
He was pumping eagerly now, sliding almost the entire length of his shaft in and out of her. Still fresh from her previous orgasm, Della quickly soared to new heights.
"Do it, oh do it baby! I've got to have it-fuck the piss right out of me! Oh fuhhhh...."
Sam tried to grin, but his lips merely twitched as he concentrated on pounding his cock into the redhead's snug, squeezing pussy and hanging onto her large hobbling tits at the same time.
They were both thrashing now, Sam gliding his prick in and out of her pussy with long frantic lunges and Della arching up to meet them. Suddenly she exploded in climax, and screamed. "Now, fuck it to me now! I want your cream, cream me lover! Shoot it into me, oh God now baby, now! Owooh-aaaahhhhh!"
Orgasm after orgasm went ripping through her. She hunched in a frenzy of satiation on that massive cock, sucking at it for the sweet cunt-filling juices that loaded his fuzz-clad balls.
That was all he could take. With a last vicious thrust, Sam growled deep in his throat and let his built-up load blast away.
"Uhhhh!"
"Aaaannnnhhhh!"
She squealed as the first spurt of steamy jism geysered up her pussy. Ii was followed by another, and another, and Della took them all. With all the urgency of a woman who'd spent too much time alone, she luxuriated in the hot, thick globs of his cum as if they were the last her pussy would ever taste.
"Oh Christ-"
Not even Anne could drain his prick the way this horny widow could. She flopped on the kitchen table in a series of wild convulsions, sucking at his meat with her vise of a cunt until his cock had beer, milked dry.
It wasn't until Della finally slumped back, gasping and glassy-eyed, that she let his cock slip away.
"How was that, bitch? Was that good enough for you?"
Grinning now with a weak but happy glow, he pulled his emptied cock from her pussy and lei it slump like a tired, victorious little soldier.
"Uhhhmmm...."
Della merely smiled dazedly and reached down to fondle her bloated pussy, feeling his precious cum leak between her fingers.
"That good, huh? Well, I always aim to please, as you damned sure ought to know by this time."
Hitching up his pants once more, Sam looked down at the gorgeous woman sprawled before him. No matter how many times he fucked his horny neighbor, he never could quite believe it was actually happening.
"Yes, soooo good...." Slowly, Della's hazed green eyes focused on his back as he headed for the door. She raised her head with a sleepy nod, unable to hold back the sated smile that drifted across her lips. "Sam, You ... you never got that coffee...."
At the door, Sam turned back. "Don't worry. I'll get it later-when I'm in the mood again. And I don't expect that'll take too long, do you? After all, Anne flits off just about every day, going somewhere or other. I'll be back, don't you worry about that." He gave her a broad wink, then strolled out the door whistling.
"Ohhh, damn!"
Della collapsed on the table in a heap, both angry and satisfied at once. Damn that man, thinking he could just waltz in and take advantage of her anytime, behind Anne's back! Thinking he could do just anything he pleased, and get away with it! Damn you, Sam Burns!
Unfortunately at the same time, she knew he was right. And she just couldn't wait until that next cup of coffee.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey Jeff, you gonna throw the ball or what?" Eddie Clark waved his bat impatiently, hovering over home plate.
"Come on Jeff, lay it on him!" Dave Phillips called from center field. "Strike his ass out-then it's my turn to bat!"
Barry and Phil, the only other two guys who'd shown up to play, both murmured agreement. In all there were just the five of them, not enough for a real game, so they were taking turns at home.
Jeff finished his slow, casual wind-up and hesitated just long enough to increase Eddie's impatience. Then he fired the ball in, low and fast.
With a grunt Eddie swung, and his old beaten bat whistled through empty air.
Disgusted and blushing, Eddie threw down the bat and gave it a kick as the other boys converged to change places.
Jeff grinned, pleased with himself as he strode across the makeshift infield. "Well, I threw it just like you wanted, Ed. Too bad you weren't here to see it."
"Shee-it!" the taller, slender boy pushed back a mop of long blonde hair, his pale cheeks rosy with embarrassment at their chides. "This ain't no fun, anyway. Not like a real game! Let's do something else. I'm sick of this shit."
The four of them grinned at each other, not fooled at all by his statement. However, he had a point. Baseball just wasn't as much fun without real teams.
Jeff opened his mouth to agree, but at that moment Eddie lost his embarrassment and pointed across the field, turning their attention elsewhere.
"Hey look! It's the Royal Bitch!"
They all turned at that, following his point.
And sure enough, Miss Randolph's little wine-colored foreign car was putting down the street past the ball park, on its way somewhere or other.
All he got was a glimpse of her statuesque outline scrunched behind the wheel, but that was enough to have Jeff's cock nudging with the memory of yesterday's experience. Even as the other boys were groaning in mutual agony at her mere passage, he clearly visualized that voluptuous body slumped in her chair, big hefty tits dangling out and unbelievably thick pussy mound all matted and plastered with his jizz.
"What a cunt!" Eddie fumed, glad for the chance to take his exasperation out on someone. "She gave me a D in English. I'm lucky my old man didn't hang my ass on the wall!" He raised a clenched fist high in the air at the receding vehicle and flipped it his middle finger with gleeful exuberance.
"Yeah, me too." Dave was the first to agree.
Both Barry and Phil nodded solemnly, then Barry spoke up. "How about you, Jeff? She always gave you the hardest time of all. I'll bet you got an X!"
"Uh...." This time it was Jeff's turn to blush, as he tore away from the vivid memories of Miss Randolph's lush body. "Well, I did pretty good on finals ... I mean, she didn't want to give me an A, but I earned it. She-she didn't have any choice!"
Four pairs of eyes stared at him, ranging from shock to disbelief.
"An A? Shee-it!"
"What's she doing in this part of town, anyway?" Quickly changing the subject, he hurried on.
"Aw, she lives around here." Dave shrugged, his freckled face squinting with reluctance. "I followed her home once, after she flunked me on midterms. I was gonna cover that little foreign job with rotten eggs, but...."
He shrugged again, and Phil let, out a laugh.
"But he was afraid she'd run him down and beat the crap out of him, that's what! Hell, Miss Randolph could be in the Olympics if she wanted to, I'll bet! Man, what I'd give to just get a glimpse of those muscles! Hey, what do you guys think she's got under her panties? I've got five bucks that say she's a man!"
They all chortled at that, except for Jeff.
Unlike his friends, he knew exactly what Miss Randolph looked like under her clothes-and she sure as hell wasn't any man! And he also knew that Miss Randolph didn't wear panties, a fact that the other guys would've paid good money to know.
Suddenly an impish notion struck, and before he could stop himself it came blurting out. "I'll take that bet. Put up your five, loud mouth. I can prove she's a woman."
That stopped them cold. Phil sneered, as the other boys gaped. "Oh yeah? How you gonna prove it, huh? Just go up to the door and ask her to drop her pants so we can see? You want us all to get thrown out of school next year?"
"Don't worry, I can prove it." Sounding smug, Jeff was already thinking of all the times Miss Randolph had spanked him, using her position as teacher just to get a look at his cock-and in the most humiliating way he could imagine. He hadn't paid her back completely for those times, but it was beginning to look like he just might get his chance after all.
"Holy shit!" Eddie's face was twisted in a look of mixed astonishment and delight even at the hopeless idea of getting the English teacher back for his D. "Are you shittin' us, Jeff? You mean you can really do it?"
Jeff nodded, grinning.
"Ohhh, shit! If you can do that, we'll all give you five bucks! What the hell are we waitin' for?" The five of them looked around, from one to the other. Their faces beamed with the sudden thought of getting back at Miss Randolph. Though it was obvious none of the other four believed him, just the hope of succeeding made them slowly bob their heads in agreement.
"Well...." Dave coughed, then shrugged again. "What the hell? Let's go, then!"
Soon all five of them were racing toward Miss Randolph's house, caught up in the sheer boldness of their bet. More than once the other boys glanced at Jeff, not sure just what he had in mind. But the futile hope of avenging themselves on Miss Randolph kept them going, bubbling in mingled fear and excitement.
They'd only gone a few blocks when they spotted the small wine-colored car parked before a neat one-story house, all immaculately mowed and trimmed and not looking at all like the sort of place the Royal Bitch would live in.
Panting for breath, they stopped a short distance away.
The neighborhood was quiet and empty, with no one else in sight. Jeff pointed at the large picture window at the front of the house, its drapes pulled wide apart.
"Just give me a couple of minutes, until I get inside. Then take a look-and get your money ready, turkeys!"
"We'll pay it when we see it!" Eddie retorted with a grimace. "You just get us a look at her cunt first, before you start spending it!"
Jeff nodded and started toward the little house. His heart began to hammer with every step, his pulse racing. It had been a crazy idea, and now he was beginning to regret it.
But before he could change his mind the front door loomed ahead of him. It was too late to back out now, in front of his friends. Instead he raised a fist and knocked.
For a long, tense moment nothing happened. Then the door swung abruptly open, and Marge Randolph stood before him in a light summer dress, her bounteous body looking sexier than ever now that he knew what hid under that thin floating fabric.
"Why, Jeffrey! What on earth?"
At first Marge was taken by surprise at the teenager's appearance. Then her attractive high-cheeked face broke into a glow of pleasure.
"Hi Miss Randolph. Can I come in?"
Of all the people who might have knocked on her front door, Marge had least expected to find herself facing the student who had stirred up so many too-long-withheld and very unteacherly emotions in her. With a long dull summer stretched out before her, she hadn't anticipated another meeting with Jeff Gainer for at least three months.
Suddenly her pussy creamed and tingled with wicked delight, and if anything her smile glowed brighter. "Why ... why of course, Jeffrey. Come inside. Goodness, what brings you all the way over here? Not that I mind in the least, of course. I ... I like to keep in touch with my students."
"Well...."
Despite his uncertainty, Jeff instinctively sensed her arousal. Marge's long glossy black hair cascaded across her shoulders in a loose glistening haze, not at all like the tight, business-like bun she usually wore. Her soft cotton dress was low-cut to show off just enough of her huge creamy tits to make anybody drool. For the first time since she'd known her, she actually looked like a woman. And a very desirable woman, at that.
His cock gave a little jerk of approval in his jeans, and he went on in a cracked voice. "Well, that's why I'm here. I kind of thought ... uh, you know, I'd like to keep in touch too. Like this." Suddenly he reached up and placed a hand on one of those scrumptious big tits, hesitantly giving it a squeeze.
"Jeffrey!"
Her dark eyes went wide, and she reached up to grasp his hand. But instead of pushing it away as he'd half-expected, she held it in a firm grip and! pulled him inside, closing the door behind him. "Is that any way to greet your teacher, right out in public? Surely I taught you better than that!" With the front door safely secured, Marge allowed a sensuous smile to flicker across her face. Her i tit tingled against his sweaty palm, its nipple spiring to a hard marble against the flimsy fabric.
Jeff felt its stiffness, and grinned. By this time the other guys should be scampering for the picture window, maybe just in time to see him holding her giant tit in his hand. Man, were they going to get a show!
Almost as if she knew exactly what was racing through his mind, Marge pulled the teenager into the center of the living room, not releasing his hand. "I ... I can see that I neglected your studies on good manners, young man! You don't simply waltz into a woman's house and grab her tit! How would you like it if I did this?" Abruptly she swooped her free hand down and clutched his denim-clad crotch, fingering its tautness.
It all happened so suddenly that Marge couldn't seem to control herself. She squeezed his crotch with blatant boldness, feeling it swell rapidly against her fingers.
"You see?" Her voice turned husky, and she cupped his sagging balls with possessive enjoyment. "It isn't polite to just grab at your teacher without at least asking permission! You might find yourself getting grabbed right back."
Still smiling, she gave his stiffening cock a pat that had it strumming.
There was a gentle tap on the picture window behind him, almost too soft to hear. Jeff had to hide a grin, not daring to look over his shoulder for fear of giving the guys away.
Instead he grasped her enormous tit more boldly, intent on giving them a show they'd never forget. "That's why I dropped by, Miss Randolph. I thought you might give me some extra lessons, like you did yesterday. Those are the kind of lessons I like, and I sure would like to learn more...."
His fingertips trailed up across the bared rise of the big soft tit he'd been holding, and suddenly he dipped them into the cleavage of her dress and scooped up her jub in a quick deft motion.
It easily lifted free of the light material of the dress, and an instant later Marge gasped for breath as her tit soared out bare and quivering before him, its inflated nipple popping erect to finger-thick hardness.
Her pussy gushed a flood of horny juice, and she clutched his bulging crotch with a spasm that made him groan. Jeff grabbed her big pale tit and kneaded it hungrily. Neither of them heard the chorus of gasps that came from the four furtive figures that crouched out side her window.
"Jeffrey-now look what you've done!" Not making the least effort to hide her pleased smile, Marge gave a shrug that hobbled her tit hypnotically before his wide unblinking eyes. "You're just as naughty as ever, aren't you? Just for that, I believe you do need another lesson, after all. And I'm just the one who can teach you what happens to naughty boys, too!"
Thoroughly enjoying the horny look on his face, she began to tug at his zipper. At the same time she arched forward, shoving her bare tit at him with bold enticement.
"Well, just what do you intend to do about my titty now that you've got things out into the open? Or is that all you can do-just stand there and stare?"
His zipper slithered down and his engorged young cock leaped free. Even as Miss Randolph's fingers closed in a fist around it, he dove. His mouth engulfed the large pink nipple that jiggled before him, sucking it in with frantic need. "Ahhh-ohhh, Jeffrey!"
Marge purred in pure ecstasy as the teenager munched her sensitive nipple, lightly chewing it between his teeth until it was straining out almost pinky-length. Then he sucked in earnest, his cheeks pulling in around that long distended spike and drawing it deep into his mouth.
Her pussy churning in a froth of wild urgent joy, Marge began to pull on his bloated veined prick with complete approval. She pulled even harder when his hands flew around to the back of her dress, fumbling its buttons free one by one. Until a few moments ago she'd had nothing to look forward to but a long empty summer, locked into her dull life as surely as if she were in jail. Bu: now. with her big tit mashing to the face of the one man who'd managed to unlock her cell, she cooed with delicious rapture as the buttons popped free, and the shoulders of her dress slumped loose
"Yehhss, that's very nice! You're ... ahhhh
... you're learning quickly, Jeffrey. But it's time you found out that the gentlemanly thing it do is to pay equal attention to both of a lady's tits! Here ... let me help .
Her shoulders surged, and the straps of the dress fell. Jeff tore it down, exposing both of her mammoth shuddering tits.
Behind him, he could practically hear the gasps of astounded horniness that rose from outside. For the first time his friends were seeing a side of Miss Randolph that they'd never imagined-as well as getting a look at two of the most delectable tits in town.
But the show was just beginning, he knew. They were in for lots more surprises than that. Lots more.
"Mmmmm . .
He gobbled happily on the fresh tit that thrust at him until it was as slick as the first.
"Oh-oh that's nicer, much nicer!" Both her tits were now we; and aching, their nipples trembling to fair peaks of slippery desire. The crumpled remnants of her dress were being pushed down over her ample full hips, and an instant later slipped to the floor.
Unnoticed by either of them, Eddie let out a breath that steamed the picture window as he got his first look at Miss Randolph's bounteous nude body, her humongous tits flopping in Jeff's face and her pussy, covered by the richest carpet of thick black cunthair he'd ever seen in his life!
"Oh, shit!"
The other three boys craning beside him were in total agreement, though none of them even dared to breathe. Four cocks tugged up in the confines of their jeans, tenting to rigid bulges and throbbing as if trying to escape.
"Ahhh...." They heard her voice sigh out as she jerked at Jeff's pants, tugging them over his tight ass. "Oh my, you're learning fast! Perhaps ... perhaps we can go to even more advanced things now, Jeffrey ... would you like to taste my pussy again? It was so nice when you did it yesterday, but this time we have much more room, and all the privacy we want...."
Jeff stepped back, pulling his shirt off and kicking out of his jeans as Miss Randolph sank onto the carpeted floor, stretching her legs wide apart with invitation.
Her cuntlips smacked apart with a wet hungry sound that even his friends heard. They stared with their mouths hanging open and their eyes fastened on the pink slash of her sopping pussy almost hidden in all that pussy hair, its lips pooching apart and big hooded clit button standing out large enough to be seen even from where they stood.
Jeff chuckled. He knew the guys were getting a perfect view. Miss Randolph lay back with an unsuspecting smile of sheer rapture on her face, her tits rolling hugely and moist cunt splayed out in a position that he couldn't have picked better himself for complete display.
"Come here, Jeffrey. I want you to taste just what you've done to me, bursting in here and getting me all stirred up like this! Get down here and do something about it, now that you've got me going! Hurry!"
Her legs opened even wider, and a gush of pussy juice poured from her soaked inner depths.
One look at that hot waiting pussy drove any reluctance out of Jeff's mind. Not even the fact that he had an audience could stop him now. Standing nude above her with his prick soaring out stiff as a board and balls aching at sight of that luscious cock-sucking cunt, he had to obey.
"Oh yeah," he heard himself groan as he pounced. "I'm gonna eat your pussy real good, Miss Randolph! And then I'm gonna give it a fucking you won't believe! Yeah...."
He sprawled between her muscular open legs and Marge reached down with a smile to pull her cuntlips apart to expose every hungry inch for his tongue.
He lashed out, licking up a burst of pussy drool and gliding along her pouting pussy until his wet probe reached the fattened nipple of her clit.
"Unnnnh!"
Marge gave a wail and bucked up as he nibbled and flicked her clit into swollen urgency, then began to suck it between his lips just like he'd done her tits. Ripples of joy spasmed through her, and she soared with blissful hunching gyrations as he worked the taut nub like a button, sending electric jolts all through her.
"Yes baby, suck my cunt nice like that ... ohhh, oh that's just perfect, more, more! Aaaaah!"
Pushing his face deep into her bushing cunt cleft and burrowing into that lush blasting cunt with all the hunger that surged in his balls, Jeff worked her clit to a frenzy of sensation. He got her moaning and bouncing on the floor until her tits were flailing in a made dance, then jabbed his tongue into her split-open cunthole to feel her snug outer lips snap around it, drawing it up into her until he could taste the very core of her seeping pussy.
For her part, Marge had never felt anything like the eruption of sheer ecstasy that ripped throughout her at the feel of the teenager's tongue whipping wildly inside her. She arched with a loud whimpering moan, begging for more.
"Eat me! God it's incredible, your tongue's doing such wonderful things! Oh darling, you're making me cum! Please Jeffrey, oh please eat me harder! Make me cum, make me-yesss! I'm coming dear, I'm coming! Faster, fasterrrrr! Aaannnhhh!"
Her cunt muscles clamped onto his darting probe and Jeff could only let out a muffled gasp as fresh blasts of pussy juice flowed down his throat and her athletic thighs closed around his head in a vise.
Marge reeled up, her eyes glazing over with climax. She slammed her tongue-bloated pussy up to capture every delicious explosion, not releasing him until she'd had her fill.
Then, sighing throatily and slumping to the floor with a smile that made her look more beautiful than ever, she moaned out her appreciation.
"Uhhhmmm, that ... that was so good! Juhh ... Jeffrey, I do believe you're the one who's teaching me things! Now ... now let's go to the next lesson, shall we? Come here this instant, darling!"
Her hands pulled him up, and the next instant Jeff was clambering atop her.
"Fuck me!" Marge let out a hiss of breath, already reaching for his meaty young cock even as the words slid from her throat. "Now it's my turn to do some tasting-and I want to taste your cock in me this very moment! Hurry ... I can't wait! Now-ooowwww!"
"Oh fuck-"
His inflamed prickhead plunged into her fur-lined pussy and sank in without effort. Inch after inch slipped home as he grunted and heaved, fully aware of being watched. From their position he knew the guys could see everything. They could see his cock shoving into Miss Randolph's pussy, could see her pink pussylips expand to take it as she pumped upward, making certain that not a single inch escaped.
Then he fell gasping on her large Amazon-body, his cock wedged to its base in her sucking cunt and his jizz-loaded balls dangling like a pair of eggs nestled in the crevice of her hot, slickened ass.
"Oooooh, that's it!" Without waiting for him to catch his breath, she began to hunch. Her pussy slid back and forth on his turgid shaft, sucking at it like a mouth. "So fucking nice, soooo fucking ... ahhhhhh ... "
It was an even better show than he'd hoped. Chancing a quick look over his shoulder, Jeff saw them: Eddie, Dave, Phi' and Barn . The) stood gaping at the window', hardly able to believe what the) were seeing.
Miss Randolph, the Royal Bitch herself, was stretched out on her living room floor with Jeff's cock lurching inside her, moaning and sobbing like it was the first fuck she'd ever had! Ohhhhh, shit!
"Dc it-do it!" Marge's dark-brown eyes stared glazedly up at him, her smile twitching as she rode up on his cock with increasing fervor. "Fuck me! Fuck me good, Jeffrey! Fuck me just like a bad little girl! Fuck me hard, I love it hard! Punish me. baby-punish me with your cock! Ohhh, oh God that's lovely, so lovely! Annnnnh!"
Marge had no idea what the knowing grin on Jeff's face meant, or the small secretive chuckle that rose in his throat. All she knew now that she was once again getting the one cock that could satisfy her, the one that could make her beg and grovel and explode in an orgasm like she'd never known before in her life. She hunched faster, pounding up as Jeff responded with rhythmic downward surges.
His prick sucked in and out of her clutching pussy, faster and faster. His slightly fuzzed balls slapped against her asscheeks, giving her exactly the kind of spanking she needed most herself. He grunted, pistoning in and out with increasing friction. It only seemed to last a few seconds, but already she was coming. An earthquake of oblivion shuddered through her and she screamed.
"Nowwwww! Come lover, come in my pussy! Cream me, baby! I'm coming, I'm fucking-ohhh, oh God, it's unbearable! Shoot me your jism, I've got to have it! Now, now-oooowwwhhhhhh!"
With a shriek that almost could've been heard down the block, Marge blasted in climax.
Engulfed in the sudden frenzy of the large voluptuous woman writhing beneath him, he couldn't hold back. His jizz tore into her cunt with long, thready spurts, cock spasming in the grip of her hot tight pussy again and again. He clung to her huge sloshing tits, on the verge of being tossed off by the sheer exuberance of her multiple explosions.
They thrashed and groaned and hung together for what seemed an endless eternity of mutual fulfillment as Marge took every drop of precious cum into her pussy, feeling it melt with liquid heat against her cunt walls. Not even yesterday's session could match her orgasm now. It seemed to go on and on, as if it would never stop.
But of course, it Finally did. She sank back in a dizzy sated heap, almost unconscious with rapture.
Jeff's drained prick slumped inside her, slowly sucking free. It plopped out of her dripping cunt and lolled wearily against her ass crack, smearing a single droplet of jizz against her moist anal entrance.
"Oh wow, Miss Randolph, I thought yesterday was pretty good, but this-" He gasped, his voice admiring.
"Ahhhh." Marge smiled sleepily, her eyes dim and unfocused. "I agree, Jeffrey. I ... ummmm, I agree completely...."
Jeff rose a bit shakily to his knees, staring down at her. He'd done it. He'd fucked Miss Randolph right in front of his friends and by the end of summer everyone in school would know! She was going to be very, very popular from now on, whether she knew it or not.
But why stop there? Why not teach her a lesson she'd really never forget?
He didn't even stop to consider. Instead he twisted around to face the window, where four overwhelmed boys stood staring.
"Hey guys, come on! It's all right-she wants it!"
He waved, gesturing. For an instant his friends merely stared back, their shock renewed. Then Eddie disappeared. Dave quickly followed, and then Phil and finally Barry.
"Whuh...?" Marge groggily raised her head. She'd heard his voice, but was so deeply immersed in her own satisfaction that she didn't catch the words at first.
Then, abruptly, her front door burst open and four more teenaged boys trooped in.
It all happened in a moment. Marge's eyes slowly cleared, and she found herself staring up at four shining, lust-filled faces.
"What ... what is ... this?"
It still didn't quite penetrate. Her eyes rolled from one blushing face to another, widening with the first glimmer of realization, when she heard Jeff speaking above her.
"Okay, who wants to fuck her first? I got her good and hot, so who wants to get his rocks off?" Eddie stared down at the limp, gorgeous teacher, her large, perfectly formed body all spread out with an enticement he'd never seen in even the sexiest centerfolds. The other three were shuffling their feet uncertainly, but he was already unsnapping his jeans.
"Come on, let me in on the action! This bitch owes me for that D and I'm gonna get paid right up her cunt! Oh man, yeah!"
"Jeffrey, what-oh, no!" The full horror of the situation hit Marge then. She recognized them all. Eddie Clark, Dave Phillips, Barry Mason, and Phil Barron, all boys from her English classes!
And as realization sank in at last, she saw their youthful faces change. Eddie already had his shirt off and was wiggling out of his jeans, his slender prick standing out like a pale jutting fence post. A moment later the others followed suit. Heaving hairless chests were bared, and stiff, throbbing cocks popped into sight one by one.
At first she was too overwhelmed to react. Then she stared dazedly at Jeff, who was practically laughing out loud with delight.
"What ... what's the meaning of this? You can't mean ... oh Jeffrey, no!"
But it was too late to stop what was happening now. She found herself surrounded by cocks-five naked young pricks bobbing in the air all about her, their taut weaving cocks waving like boyish flags in a stiff breeze.
And in the midst of her shock, Marge felt her pussy bum and ache with renewed vigor. Eddie Clark strode sneeringly toward her and she felt her cunt tremble with the quake of new arousal.
"Hold her legs, Jeff. Shit, those thighs could squash me! I'm gonna show this bitch I learned a thing or two outside her classes! Yeah, that's good."
Marge watched in utter stupefaction as Jeff grasped her ankles, lifting them high and apart as Eddie slid between her parted legs. She could easily have escaped. The five boys weren't real troublemakers. In fact they were all nice boys who she could've stopped then and there. But the thought didn't seem to occur to her.
Jeff lifted her legs in the air and held them wide open as Eddie pushed between her thighs, his slender cockshaft jabbing at her pink, flared pussy. It slithered easily into her flooded pussy, and she moaned.
"Ohh, oh no, please don't-don't do this! It isn't right. Unnh! Unnh!"
"Oh fucking shit, it feels good!" Eddie was pumping his tender young cock into her now, his face twisted with pleasure as cunt muscles reflexively closed around his prick and held it in. "You've got a great cunt, Miss Randolph! And this time I'm gonna show you I deserve an A-and that stands for Ass, bitch! Yeah!"
He pumped faster, while her legs kicked feebly at the ceiling and her pussy blasted in firecrackers of new delight, spasming on his prick despite her cries.
"Please, boys! Ohhh God, please! You ... you shouldn't ... ooohhh...."
Jeff did laugh then, seeing that Miss Randolph wasn't going to be any problem at all. Suddenly he got another idea.
"Hey, speaking of ass, who wants a piece of that too? Anybody ever fuck a girl in the ass before? Phil, how about you?"
Phil was the smallest of the five of them, with clear blue eyes that seemed wide enough to cover half his face. He swallowed. None of them had ever ass-fucked a girl. In fact, except for Jeff and Eddie, none of them had ever fucked a girl at all.
"Are ... are you sure it's okay? I mean, we don't want to hurt her or anything."
Frankly, Jeff didn't know whether Miss Randolph could take an ass-fucking or not. But at the moment, he was glad for the chance to find out. "I don't know. Let's try it and see. If she screams, that means she likes it."
Grinning broadly, he went on.
"Turn her over, Ed. Roll over, damn it! Phil wants some ass too!"
Chuckling, Eddie obliged. He twisted suddenly and Marge was turned and lifted in a single motion that settled her into a straddling position on his prick, bringing her full weight down on it. She let out a yelp.
"Owoooh!"
Distantly, she heard every word. She knew what they intended, even as their eager hands pushed her forward. Her large, dangling tits flopped smotheringly across Eddie's face and he gleefully captured a fat spiked nipple as her ass was openly splayed before the rest of them, wet and slick from fucking.
Phil gulped and scrambled forward on his knees. Holding onto his rigid prick as if fearful that it might fly straight into that tight puckered pit of pinkness without him, he pushed its engorged knob against her asshole. With amazing ease it slid up her small unclenching chute, and she lurched as it forced its way deeper.
"Unnggh! No, not my ass! That hurts-it's too much! Both your cocks ... I can't stand it! Boyssssss!"
Phil's aching hardness shoved its way up her ass slot as if it had been there a hundred times before. Now it was his turn to groan as her forced-open anal muscles clamped about his meat, squeezing it furiously.
"Oh-oh man, this is great! She's taking it. Look at her go! Man, that's it Miss Randolph, take it!"
He clung to her full hips, watching his prick ease in and out of the hot little chamber with a fucking motion that matched her undulations perfectly.
Marge couldn't stop it now. She'd never even dreamed of being so bloated with cock all at once. Searing jolts of treacherous joy ripped all through her and she settled onto both those hard jabbing pricks with new fury.
She opened her mouth to moan out a delighted hiss, but before she could a third pecker gouged against her parted lips and slid between them!
Dave Phillips tangled his fingers in her long glossy hair, lunging his cock down her throat as if presenting her a big stick of candy. And she gulped at it too, swallowing more and more. He slid it in and out, all moist with her saliva, her soft, muffled groan overwhelmed by his harsh cry.
"I'm fucking her in the mouth! Look at this! Miss Randolph is a cock-sucker! Wow, she's really sucking too! Ahhh!"
"Muhhhmmm...."
With cocks buried up her cunt and asshole, Marge gobbled at the one in her mouth with an intensity she'd never known before. She was taking three cocks ... and it was wonderful!
She hunched back and forth in a haze of utter sensation, riding on the two pricks that shoved into her front and back and sucking frantically at the one down her throat. Both Barry and Jeff were standing nearby, ogling the whole thing. Abruptly her hands flew out and captured their pricks as well-one in each fist.
It was like a scene she'd read in a book, but it was really happening. Only yesterday she'd had to forcefully seduce Jeff Gainer just in order to get one and now she was getting five, all at once! Five thrusting teenaged cocks, all hers!
Ravenous in an uninhibited way she'd never known before, she sucked and fucked and pumped on those five lovely cocks in an orgy of oblivion, whimpering and sobbing with open abandon.
"Muhh-fffhhhuuum...."
"Oh shit, I'm gonna come! She's sucking the jizz right out of me!" Eddie twisted beneath her, releasing the big wet nipple that had plugged his mouth and groaning loudly.
A geyser of jism exploded up her cunt and Marge merely purred and worked over those sweet strumming pricks with increased need.
"Hey, I can't take it-"
"Me too. I'm gonna cream!"
"Let her have it! Give it to the bitch good! Take it, cunt!"
Phil let out a cry and his lithe prick rippled in her ass. Jism poured up her tautened chute like spurts of acid, burning all the way up with a sweetness that sent her soaring to climax. She reeled and swayed at the center of attention as a fresh chain of orgasms sent her spiraling into cloudy bliss, concentrating on every single one of those delightful young cocks.
"Oh fuck!"
"That's ... that's good! Good!"
The other three boys came almost simultaneously. Dave slammed his prick down her throat and spasmed, pouring loads of jizz into her mouth with unending frenzy.
To her left, Barry gave a gasp. His load jetted across her face and tits, just as Jeff twitched to her right and did the same.
"Muuummmpppfff!"
With cum gushing all over and through her, Marge came in surging ecstasy like never before. Hot trails of syrup leaked down her high cheeks and across her heaving tits, while even more leaked from her cunt and torn-open asshole. She was in a heaven of total bliss, hunching and heaving and fist-fucking until their bodies were a tangled mass, all groans and twitchings and splatters of jizz.
At last, even Marge's athletic body was satisfied.
She sank amidst her five breathless lovers, literally dripping with cock juices and utterly fulfilled. "Ohhhhh, God "
The five of them slumped about her, curious hands gliding over her tits and ass and pussy and fingers probing everywhere, rubbing the thready globs of their combined jizz into her warm, vibrant flesh.
It was Jeff who spoke first, his voice happy. "Okay, I did my part. Now pay up!"
Each of them paid in turn, without a single complaint.
But Marge didn't notice the exchange of money. A finger wiggled up her cunt while another wormed its way into her ass. Someone pressed a palm against her lips, all covered with cock cream and she licked it clean.
"Wow, I can't believe this!"
"I'm gettin' another hard-on already! Can I fuck her pussy this time?"
"Okay with me, but I get her mouth. Now that I got my A, I'm going for a plus!"
Jeff slipped into his clothes, unnoticed.
Barry was already pushing between the teacher's limp legs as he started to leave. Her sigh drifted across the room. "Yes, yehhhsss!"
Grinning, Jeff headed out the door. It wasn't until he was outside that a though occurred to him-hell, maybe Miss Randolph would've thrown in a fiver too, the way she was going! He should've asked!
That thought made him laugh and headed home, chuckling aloud.
CHAPTER SIX
There was a knock on the front door and when Della went to answer it she found Lisa Burns standing on the step, looking a trifle nervous.
"Is Jeff home, Mrs. Gainer?"
"I'm sorry, Lisa, but he's out playing baseball somewhere."
At Della's words the teenaged girl's face fell. Her soft brown eyes fell, not quite meeting the older woman's gaze, and a slight blush crept across her cheeks. This wasn't like Lisa, and Della realized it instantly. She went on, curious.
"Is it something important, dear? He should be home before too long, and I can have him drop by if you like...."
Lisa's blush deepened and she shook her head quickly, her long dark curls bouncing. "Oh no, it was nothing. I just ... I just thought he might not be doing anything, that's all. I can come back later, when he's here."
She looked so disappointed that Della's interest was aroused. Lisa and Jeff had been the best of friends ever since the Gainers had moved into their house. But in all that time they'd only been friends and nothing more. However, in the last few months quite a few changes had taken place in them both. Suddenly she realized that Lisa was now a blossoming woman.
And the disappointment on the girl's face wasn't the disappointment of a mere friend, either. Even as a twinge of understanding seeped into Della, Lisa hurried on. "Well, just tell him I'll be around, okay? Thanks, Mrs Gainer. See you!"
"I wall, Lisa."
Already the teenager was scampering away, her firm young tits jouncing in a flimsy tee shin, and taut young ass undulating with a natural roll that most fully grown women would've giver, their eyeteeth for any day of the week.
Lisa certainly was growing up these days-and so was Jeff, Della had never even thought of her son as a man before, but now the notion surged into her with a vengeance. God, had the years gone by that quickly?
As she shut the door, Della found herself thinking about it more and more. The past six years since her husband's heart attack had gone by in a whirl, despite the drudging loneliness of each individual day. It seemed like no time at all since that first time Sam Burns had fucked her while .Anne was out of town visiting an aunt. They'd both been lonely then, and that first time had been ar. accident more than anything else. But then there had been the second time, and the third. Again and again, until her brief, infrequent sessions with Sam became the only spark of life in her existence.
Those, and Jeff.
Inexplicably, Dell? felt a pang of unexpected jealousy at the thought that one day some girl would steal her son away and she'd be left entirely alone, her only pleasure deriving from a shameful affair with her best friend's husband.
The rest of the afternoon she tried to go about her usual chores, but self-pity had already sneaked its way in. By the time Jeff got home for supper, she had to force a smile.
"Hey Mom, that smells good!" He burst in with his usual exuberance and caught her at the stove in a big grinning hug, sniffing deeply at the chicken she was frying. "Have I got time for a shower before supper's ready? Man, am I tired!"
His presence made her feel better, and the comforting arm draped across her waist was a reminder that Jeff was no longer a child. She could feel his firm muscles against her, pressing in.
"You've got five hot minutes and then I'm giving your meal away to the first person who passes by!"
Jeff made a face, and despite her mood Della had to laugh. She reached up and rumpled his already tousled hair, feeling a warmth of motherly pleasure that was almost as good as being stuffed by Sam Burns' big cock.
"Okay, I'll hurry. Five minutes it is!"
He darted for the downstairs guest bath, not even taking the extra time to go upstairs.
The shower turned on full blast, and that was when Della remembered his visitor.
"Oh, Jeff! Lisa dropped by this afternoon. Jeff, do you hear me?"
Humming loudly to himself under the shower's strong spray, he obviously didn't. She put a lid on the chicken and went to tell him.
"Jeff, I said that Lisa stopped by! Je-ehhhhfff...." Standing at the bathroom doorway, Della caught her voice with a rattle. Jeff had been in such a hurry that he'd left the door standing wide open.
She found herself frozen there, gaping in at the sight of her son soaping himself down, his slender, athletic body covered with suds and slick with cascading water.
It only lasted a moment. Just long enough for Della to get the total view. She saw her son's prick lolling and bobbing wetly in its nest of cock fur, his balls sagging almost hairless and jiggling with frank enticement. She took in the droop of his cockhead, its big reddened knob all smooth and slippery-looking, just the perfect size to dip into a woman's cunt.
Suddenly Della's pussy seethed. It ached with such intensity that she was gasping and breathless as she returned to the stove. She hadn't seen her son nude in a long time, not since he'd started developing into a man.
And that spectacle was a shock, in more ways than one.
Della went about fixing supper with automatic precision, but her mind was filled with that one brief image of her son standing nude before her, his youthful, well-muscled body and soaked, rolling cock making her hungry in a way she'd never quite been before.
Jeff came out of the shower and wolfed down his meal, noticing that his mom seemed awfully quiet tonight. He didn't have the slightest idea what was wrong.
But Della knew. Every time she glanced at her son the rest of the evening, she knew. Her eyes avoided his, for fear that he might see the truth on her face.
The last thing she wanted him to know was that he'd made her horny. Just a glimpse of that sweet, young, innocent prick had made her cunt churn in a juicy froth, and it just wouldn't go away.
Della was shocked at her own thoughts, but that didn't alter them. She kept visualizing his prick, so big and soft and limp ... good God, what must it be like when it was hard? How would it feel, stiffening in her hand? How would it feel to have that silky strong cock sheathed in her pussy, gliding in and out, going faster and faster and....
The images kept coming, one after another. Shocking, disgraceful in a way that even Sam had never disgraced her! And they wouldn't stop.
The rest of the evening Jeff watched TV. Della tried to do the same, but her cunt was itching with unbearable need. Finally she went up to bed early, frantic to escape before she did or said something that would be even more shameful than her own thoughts.
She shed her clothes and crumpled on the bed nude, trying to sleep. She tried hard to rid her mind of the awful pictures going through it, but she wasn't able to do it.
After what seemed an eternity, she heard the TV downstairs click off, and then Jeff's footsteps trudging up to his room.
What if he walked into her room instead, right now? What if he opened the door and saw her stretched out nude, her pussy creaming like never before? What if he grinned in that way of his and climbed atop her, pushing that beautiful young prick of his in her cunt? What if he came in and fucked right this very moment, plunging his cock in and out of her sopping pussy and filled it with hot teenaged jism? What would she do then?
Della tried to sleep but she tossed and turned. Finally she reached down and fondled her cunt, her fingers pushing into her matted red fur and probing the length of her wet, tingling pussy. Nothing helped. She was a lonely, desperate widow suddenly faced with the fact that her son was a man.
At last she rose, not quite sure what she intended to do.
The house was quiet. Jeff was asleep. Della padded softly through the dark hallway, and stopped before his door. Almost as if she were another person, she saw her hand reach out and turn the knob.
"Jeff? Jeff darling, are you awake?"
She went in, closing the door behind her. Her heart was thumping. She merely wanted to look at him again, to reassure herself that he was still her son and not some stiff-cocked stranger who could actually make her feel the way she was feeling now.
"Jeff?"
She approached the bed, then on impulse reached for the sheet that covered him.
His head jerked up groggily with awareness as she slipped into bed beside him. "Whuh ... Mom...?"
"It's all right, honey," she whispered low to hide the huskiness in her voice. "I ... I couldn't sleep. You don't mind if I just nuzzle in with you a while, do you?"
Jeff didn't wear pajamas on these hot summer nights, and as his mom snuggled against him he suddenly found himself yanked wide awake. She wasn't wearing anything either and her smooth, voluptuous body slid up to him, her big tits crushing to his arm, her downy cunt fur just brushing his thigh.
That tantalizing feel of soft bare woman-flesh had its effect. Suddenly Jeff was far from sleepy. His cock gave a leap.
"Sure, Mom. That's okay. I mean, if you really want to...."
He eased on his side to face her, casually slipping an arm about her slim naked waist.
Della shivered. She knew this shouldn't be happening, but she couldn't help the sudden thrill that shot through her pussy as her son wiggled against her, his smooth body edging forward and face nuzzling between her big lolling tits. She felt his cock sliding against her thighs, hot and blossoming into unbelievably thick hardness. It was too much. She seemed to have no control over herself at all.
"Are ... are you sure, honey? Is this comfortable? Maybe if I scoot a bit, like this...."
She shifted, arching a shoulder. Her tits glided across her son's young face, their nipples fattening and spiking out. One taut rubbery bud leaped tauntingly along Jeff's lips.
Della gasped. She hugged her son, caressing his bare flesh. Her nipple thrust against his mouth, and when she spoke then she was breathless. "Ahh-that's better, isn't it? I'm glad you don't mind. It's so much nicer like this, so much nicer...."
Her big tit pushed to his face. Stunned, Jeff could hardly believe it was happening. Hell, his mom was actually begging to have her tit sucked, shoving it at him the way she was! Didn't she know that a guy can't help getting turned on by a big stiff nipple, even when it's his own mom's?
It was almost as if he was still dreaming or something. Carefully, so gently that he hoped she wouldn't notice, Jeff let his lips ease apart.
That taut, bloated nipple slid between them, and for a long moment he merely lay like that, with his mom's huge nip hovering in his mouth, too scared to do anything more and afraid that any moment she might discover what he was up to.
"Uhhmm...." Della sighed, her pussy creaming like crazy. She reached up and stroked his hair, urging him on and barely able to keep from screaming "That's it! Suck my tit!"
Instead, she pretended not to notice. "That's nice. Thanks for letting me stay here, baby. I'm so much more relaxed now...." She pulled him to her harder, abruptly pushing her tit even farther into his mouth.
Jeff groaned softly. All of a sudden his mouth was full of warm, soft tit-flesh, lips closing over it in spite of his fears. His mom didn't seem to take the slightest notice and after a frozen moment he gave it a small furtive suck.
Her response was a groan. "Ahh, I think ... I think I'm getting more relaxed by the moment. Yes, yes that's much better ... ahhh...."
Shit, it was almost as if she wanted to have her tit sucked! Astounded by the sudden turn of events, Jeff delicately slid his tongue over a nipple that had to be every bit as big and rigid as even Miss Randolph's Amazon-peaks. It thrummed up in response, and his mother let out a little hiss.
"Ohhh...."
Honestly, Jeff wasn't sure if his mom knew what was happening or not. He couldn't believe she didn't feel his tongue gliding across her scrumptious swollen nip, but at the same time ... hell, she was his mom! And moms don't let their sons suck on their titties, do they?
However, at the moment that was exactly what he wanted to do. And he did, pulling his cheeks in until her creamy tit was captured daintily between them. His lips puckered around that bumpy, wet titty tip and began to pull with almost urgent suction.
His mother's only outward response was to purr and hug him closer. "Yehhss, sooo relaxing...."
Della's pussy rippled as she felt her hard nipple throbbing in his mouth, being licked and sucked like a forbidden piece of candy. Jeff's prick surged out, jumping against her closed thighs as if wanting to worm between them, snaking right for the juice pit of her cunt.
It was almost more than she could stand to simply be there and pretend it wasn't happening. She wanted to groan with open delight. She wanted to beg for more. She wanted to grab that big pulsing prick and stuff it right into her cunt, allowing it to scratch the unmotherly itch that blossomed there.
At the same time, she didn't want to frighten him off. It had all happened so suddenly that she feared the effect it would have on Jeff to discover that his mom wanted nothing more than to have his cock crammed in her pussy, pumping her to oblivion.
Instead she eased more and more of her tit to him, just as if they were both totally innocent.
"Darling, it feels so-ohh, so good to snuggle in like this! I ... I hadn't realized how big you're getting to be! It's ... ahhhhhhh ... it's so comforting to have a man around the house ... uhhhmmmmm...."
Della pulled his head forward, pushing even more of her tit to his softly slurping mouth.
Jeff gave a muffled gasp, realizing dimly that even if his mom knew what he was doing, she didn't seem to mind. He sucked harder, his prick lurching and bucking, as hard as a rock. Its sensitive head shoved against her thickly furred cunt in a way she couldn't possibly have missed, but that only made her hold him tighter. He wasn't able to breathe, her tit was so large. He gulped with growing fervor, his pricktip plowing into a lush bush of curls that had it throbbing frantically.
Trembling with blast after blast of fresh heat, Della felt the pretense slipping from her in gushes of horny juice. Her hands went down to knead her son's tight ass, fingers sliding along its supple curves, the nails digging in.
"Yes baby, you're ... oooh, you're relaxing me just right! So good, that's ... so ... fucking ... good! Oh, oh God!"
Jeff's eyes bulged. But he didn't stop. It was really happening-he was sucking on his mom's tit and she liked it!
Suddenly one of Della's hands released his ass and drifted about until her fingertips slid along the rigid length of his aching meat.
"Uhh-you're a bit tense yourself, aren't you, darling? I know how to fix that. Maybe ... maybe if I massaged you where you're tensest, then we can both feel nice ... ahhhh...."
Her fingers slipped around his massive, turgid prick, giving it a squeeze.
Jeff groaned loudly and sucked all the harder when she reached down to cup his sagging balls.
"My-my goodness, you have gotten big!" she cooed, unable to hide her appreciative amazement as she cupped and hefted those big sweaty eggs. "So big and sweet-does this help?"
She squeezed his balls, caressing them until she had him twitching. Then she grasped his cock once more. At the same time she slid one long tapered leg over his waist, splaying her hot frothing cunt directly before his inflamed cockhead.
Jeff gave a surprised murmur of pure delight as his mom's legs spread wide open, until she was half-sprawled atop him. Her hand, shoved down between their bodies to firmly grasp his prick, began to pump.
"Ewww, that's good!"
Della burst in a horny explosion of cream all over her son's cock as it gouged up into her cunt moss, its bulbous head eagerly strumming toward her gaping pussy. She had no resistance left at all. With Jeff's pecker wagging in her fist and his body twitching with the same urgency she shared deep in her aching cunt, she let any last hesitation gush out of her completely.
"Now ... ahhhh, now I'm going to relax us both, honey. And I think-ohhh baby-I think we're both going to enjoy this...."
With those words she undulated forward, guiding his prick to her.
His cockhead slithered against her pouting pussy lips. It strummed up hard against her clit, and she gave a throaty groan.
"Uhhhmmm ... oh! Oh my God, that-yes!" Without warning his engorged cocktip located her greased cunt crack and nudged into it, pushing her cuntlips apart. It sank in, its whole enormous head slipping inside her.
Della erupted in a flood of juicy heat. Thick streams of cream lathered her son's captured prick and it seemed to slither its way inside her as if by sheer magic.
It pushed into her, deeper and deeper. She'd never before felt anything quite like it, because this wasn't just some self-assured neighbor poking his cock into her for a few minutes of adulterous fun. This was her son, her grown-up son, sucking her tit and grunting for breath and arching to sheath all his lovely stiffened cock in her cunt.
Della writhed, hunching forward in an ecstasy of sensation. She twisted, shoving Jeff onto his back. Now she lay atop him, settling down on that sweet big prick. Its size forced her pussylips taut and she could actually feel it lodged between her cunt walls.
"Ohhhh, Jeff! Yes honey, that's so perfect! I'm going to give you a massage you'll never forget, like-uhhhh!-like this!"
Even as that promise came out she began to slide her body back and forth atop him, working her cunt on his probing cock until she was reamed out and panting and thrusting her large, dangling tits in his face for sucking as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a grown woman to be fucking her own son.
Clutching at her tits and wrenching his lips from the twanging nipple he'd been chewing, Jeff let out a happy gasp. "Yeah Mom, that's really good! Yeah, oh shit that feels great! Fuck...."
He humped up, shoving his cock in and out of her pussy with fast, furious lunges that made his mother cry out. Wailing with blissful approval, Della writhed and arched her pussy down for each upward thrust.
"Aaannnhhh! Yes, God yes Jeff! I'm going to massage your cock with my pussy until you can't stand it anymore! Fuck ... fuck me, baby! Fuck your momma good, oh shove it in me, lover! Yes, yesssss!"
Suddenly she threw herself bolt upright, slamming onto his upthrusting cock with all the force of her full weight.
It seemed to rip all the way up into her tummy, its throbbing hugeness writhing inside her with hungry life.
If there had been any shame left in Della at the realization that she was fucking herself onto her son's prick, it vanished completely now. She bounced up and down with an unrestrained sensuality that not even Sam had brought out in her. Her large tits flailed until Jeff's hands flew up to grab them. Her red muff of cunt fur meshed with his pussy-soaked cock fuzz, and she careened down on that magnificent young prick as if it was the only one in the whole world.
"Fuck me, Jeff! I need your cock in me, fuck me all the way! Stuff it up my cunt, oh God that's so fucking sweet baby, more! More! Mo-ooorrrre!"
If anyone had told him Jeff would one night find himself stretched out in bed fucking the piss out of his own mom and enjoying every moment, he would've laughed at the mere notion. But now it was happening and he didn't feel like laughing at all. His mother's pussylips clamped over his prick like a vise, squeezing it for the juices that boiled up in his balls.
Her big slick nipples poked between his grasping fingers, her tit mounds jiggling with fluid ripples as she bucked up and down. Not even Miss Randolph had made his entire body tingle the way it was now. Not even his English teacher could match the fucking he was getting from his own mother.
With a gleeful cry, he soared up. "Take it, Mom! I'm gonna cum-take my cock! I'm gonna shoot my load inside you-ohhhhh, fuck!"
Just the warning that her son was on the verge of orgasm was enough to send the first tremors of climax spreading through her. She pistoned up and down on his cock with new need and her wail was a sob of total bliss as she reeled ecstatically, coming hard.
"Do it! Do it honey, give me your cream! Cream right in my cunt, I want to taste it up my cunt chute! Now, now! I've ... got to ... have it ... nooowwwww!!!"
She crashed wetly onto his heaving prick and a tidal wave of orgasm turned her words into a scream.
At the same time Jeff plunged up, unable to hold back. His load of jizz geysered up his mom's pussy and he moaned.
"Uuuuuhhhhh!"
Mother and son surged together, both thrashing and panting in release as Della sopped every delicious splatter of cum up her pussy, as if it were liquid gold.
It seemed to go on forever, spasm after glorious spasm. She'd never come so many times all at once in her life! No man had ever done to her what Jeff was doing now-and that included Sam Burns.
When at last she had swallowed every drop up her pussy, she sank in an enraptured heap atop her son, purring and clinging to him with tearful gratitude.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Her ass still wiggled, trying to wring another last droplet of jism from his drained cock.
Gasping for breath, Jeff croaked out. "Is ... is that more relaxing, Mom?"
She had to laugh. He still didn't want to think he'd done anything wrong! "Yes baby, yes! Ohhh, yessss...."
That satisfied him. He grinned worn and happy.
They fell asleep like that, with his cock still nestled warmly in her pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Morning sunlight was streaming into his bedroom as Jeff awoke, yawning sleepily. He blinked and stretched his cramped muscles, and the first little wisps of last night's dream came wafting back.
It had been one hell of a dream! All about his mom climbing onto bed with him, shoving her tits at his face and fucking onto his cock just like that horny Miss Randolph-man, what a dream!
He chuckled at his own vivid imagination and rolled over to get up...."
And bumped against his mom's sleeping shape!
"Mmmm...."
Jeff froze, the grin tightening on his face as she purred and shifted, not waking up.
It was real. He hadn't been dreaming! The realization grew and his eyes went round and wide.
Oh shit, it had really happened! He'd fucked his own mom!
Suddenly Jeff was wide awake, staring down at his mother's nude, creamy body. She lay facing him, her big pink-tipped tits pushing straight at his face and beautiful red muff of cuntfur glinting in the sunshine as if her pussy were on fire, just waiting for a hard prick to put the flames out.
His ears burned. His cock nudged up. All of last night's images came tumbling back at once, making his head roar.
He'd actually done it. He'd fucked his mom just as if she were any horny woman, and he'd loved every moment of it.
And so had she, for that matter. Mother and son, panting and fucking and exploding in mutual orgasm like ... like'....
Ohhh, shit!
Dazed and numbed by what he'd done, Jeff hastily slid out of bed and dressed, scared of waking her. His cock was still swelling at sight of that lush red pussy, and a part of him would have loved nothing more than to ease her legs apart and slip his prick between them, pushing his cock up her cunt all over again.
His hands were shaking with confusion as they shoved his blossoming cock into his jeans and zipped them up. Guys don't fuck their own moms. It isn't right ... is it?
Frankly, he was beginning to wonder. And that made him scoot out of the bedroom even faster, for fear of repeating last night all over again.
He didn't breathe easier until he was downstairs, fixing himself a quick breakfast of cereal. As he ate, Jeff couldn't get his mind off the facts. He could still remember the silky feel of his mom's cunt riding up and down on his prick as if it had happened only moments ago. The way she'd fucked herself onto his cock, the way she'd flopped those lush big tits of her in his face and the way she'd begged him to blast his load deep inside her....
That hadn't seemed very wrong at all, at the time. Even now he couldn't be sure, with the way his cock was shooting up in his trousers. All he knew for certain was that he didn't know anything anymore.
Finishing his breakfast, he rose and went out the back door. He needed time to think, time to get things straightened out in his head. Thoughts of his mom and Miss Randolph kept spinning around in his mind. Two of the most gorgeous women he knew, and he'd fucked them both, his mom, and his English teacher. Oh, man!
Jeff stood on the back porch, breathing deep gulps of crisp morning air and trying to ignore the ache in his crotch.
He wasn't ignoring it very successfully, at all. An abrupt voice made him jerk.
"Hi Jeff! Whatcha up to?"
Lisa Burns came bursting out her back door, breathless and flushed. She'd dressed in thirty seconds flat from the moment she'd seen him from her bedroom window. Tearing down the stairs three at a time, she'd known in her heart that he would be gone by the time she got there.
But he wasn't gone. And now that they stood face to face, that was all she could think of to say.
Jeff shrugged. "Oh, nothing much. Just enjoying vacation. Hey, you been running or something? You look out of breath."
Despite herself Lisa felt her cheeks burn. She dropped her brown eyes with embarrassment, almost afraid that Jeff Gainer would see the truth in them. "I was just ... just exercising, that's all. I've got to keep in shape if I'm going to try out for cheerleading next term!"
It was only a little lie, and it made him grin. "Hell Lisa, you're gonna make it! All the guys I no know are gonna vote for you-and I might vote two or three times, myself! What're you worried about?"
The offhand compliment made her blush even deeper and before she quite knew it she was striding up to him, eager to be just a bit nearer. "Well, you never know. Anyway, it doesn't hurt to make sure. You want to help?"
Her sudden suggestion caught them both by surprise. After a moment Jeff shrugged, glad for the chance to get his mind on other things. He hopped down from the porch, halting before her.
"Sure. What do you want me to do?"
For the first time since they'd known each other, Lisa actually felt tongue-tied aid nervous. Until just a few short days ago she hadn't admitted to herself that thoughts of Jeff always made her cunt tingle, the way it was doing now. It had taken Gloria to bring the truth out, and from that moment on she'd thought of nothing else but being fucked by her next-door neighbor. Now, confronted with the possibility of really making that thought come true, she felt as if they were on a first date.
"Well...."
She didn't have the vaguest idea of where to go from here. The words just came out, as if someone else were saying them.
"First we have to find a spot that's nice and private. I know-how about the Marstens' back yard? It's got that big hedge and they're out of town this week. That way we won't have people gawking while I'm trying to practice."
Though Jeff didn't see the point in a lot of privacy for cheerleader practice, he agreed readily. "Okay. Let's go."
Without another word he started off toward the Marsten house at the end of the block, whistling tunelessly.
Lisa hurried to catch up. Her teenaged cunt began to itch, and her heart beat faster as she walked beside him. Their hands brushed together occasionally, and Jeff didn't seem to notice. But each touch sent ripples all through her, giddy little tendrils of anticipation that made her limp and weak-kneed.
She'd never been in love before, but it had to feel very much like this.
Moments later they were crossing the Marstens' front lawn and pushing their way through the tall hedge that surrounded the place, until they had slipped behind the house.
Jeff turned, his expression innocent and expectant. "All right, what now? You want to do some routines, or what?"
Lisa opened her mouth, not having the least notion what was going to come out. Her panties were sopping wet under her short skirt, and her small, perky tits were heaving for breath beneath the light cotton blouse she'd slipped on.
"Well, I suppose first I ... I ought to limber up a bit. If you'll just watch and let me know when I do something wrong...."
Murmuring that he would do just that, Jeff plopped down on the grass cross-legged and made himself an audience of one, waiting for her to start.
It would have been easier running through her exercises in front of a whole crowd of people than it was before Jeff Gainer. Lisa ran through a couple of routines, practicing her rolls and leaps and cartwheels as if she were doing it on a gym floor with a half-dozen other girls beside her instead of all alone under the gaze of the boy she had a crush on. Her long brown hair streamed out like a dark cascading waterfall. Her skirt whipped about her waist like the ripples of an ocean tide, and her braless tits jounced and trembled with every motion.
Within moments Jeff found himself mesmerized, watching Lisa's lithe, slender body going through her exercises as if he'd never seen her before. Panties flashed like a brief glaring white spotlight in the morning sun, and long tanned legs quivered with young muscles as she leaped in the air or spun around or kicked high. His cock hadn't quite gotten over its initial arousal, and soon it was strumming to full hardness as he watched Lisa Burns whirl erotically before him.
"Gimme a C, gimme an A ... altogether it spells Carver High!" she called as she spun, at last collapsing on the ground beside him, gasping for breath.
"Wuhh-well, how was that?" she panted.
"Uhh...."
This time it was Jeff's turn to be at a loss for words. He stared at her and his eyes drifted down to her taut, heaving little tits and the careless way her skirt had slid up her thighs, exposing a long expanse of smooth, well-muscled leg.
"Lisa, that was just great! I don't think you need anymore practice. Wow, if you do that at tryouts, you're gonna get the vote of every guy in the school!"
His open approval made her smile. It made her cunt itch even more furiously, as well.
"You really think so?" Her pussy melted in a flood of hot juice, plastering her panties to her crotch in a gush of pleasure.
"Hell yes! You've gotta be the sexiest one there! You'll have their cocks jumping! I mean, that is ... uhh...."
The words had just slipped out because that was exactly what his pecker was doing now-jumping in his jeans, twisting into a painful lump.
But instead of being shocked by his statement, Lisa smiled even wider. "Do ... do you really think I'm sexy, Jeff? I always 'thought ... well, you know. I'm not very big up here."
Abruptly she reached up and cupped one of her small-rising tits, directing his gaze at it.
He swallowed. From where he sat, Jeff could see the darkened circle of her nipple poking out against the light fabric of her blouse, like a hard little marble. His cock jerked and his mouth dropped open.
Lisa began to unbutton her blouse, her fingers trembling as she tried to pretend that showing off her tits was something she did every day. "Here, I'll show you. Then if you still think I'm sexy, maybe I'll believe it."
The blouse flapped loose. Afraid of losing her nerve, she quickly pulled it off.
Her tits seemed to leap free, jiggling and straining straight at him with unsagging firmness. Their hard, round nipples popped out in stiff erection, areolas pink and flared in swollen swirls about them like bright shining halos.
That spectacle was far more than he'd expected. Gulping hard, he managed a choked hiss. "Oh Lisa...."
"Do you still think I'm sexy, Jeff?" Lisa was beaming now, surging with arousal at the look on his face. Her first embarrassment slipped away and she arched her tits out proudly. "Now tell the truth. Am I?"
His head bobbed up and down. Somehow he seemed to be bending closer, as if to examine her better. His breath fanned across her small, pert tits and they quivered and stood out even harder. "Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah...."
"Then ... then prove it." Suddenly she reached out and tangled her fingers in his hair. Her voice as almost a whimper of soft need as she pulled him down. "Prove it to me, Jeff. Show me I'm sexy...."
The next instant he found his mouth swooping for one tautened bud, and with a single deft motion he parted his lips and caught it.
"Ummmm...."
"Oh, ohhh Jeff-"
Lisa moaned with a spasm of delight as he sucked her aching nipple into the moist warmth of his mouth, his tongue sliding across it and his lips smacking with hungry urgency. A burst of pure pleasure soared from her pussy like nothing she'd ever known and her fingers slipped to his bulging crotch, groping inexpertly at the huge slab of cockmeat there.
It was the first cock she'd ever touched in her life, and just the feel of it throbbing under her fingertips had Lisa groaning in a mixture of fear and need. It was so big! Bigger even than her dad's prick-and lots bigger than her own fingers! It made her cunt cream and ache like never before. She couldn't even imagine something that huge sliding into her pussy. But at the same time she knew there was nothing she wanted more than to make it do just that.
With Jeff licking and sucking at her warm, tingling titty, she began to unsnap his jeans.
"Ohhh, that ... that feels so good Jeff! Now-now let me see if you really think I'm sexy! I know just how to prove it...."
Her fingers slipped inside his tented jeans and grasped what had to be the biggest, hardest cock in the whole world!
"Oooooooh...."
Lisa finished his prick into the open, and it burst into view, all thick and veined and topped by a huge reddened knob that made her cunt gush afresh. She made a fist around that massive cock and began to tug. Though she had no experience whatsoever in playing with boys' pricks, her tugging hand had its effect. Jeff groaned and sucked her titties even more urgently, switching from one to the other.
Her fist rode up and down the whole meaty length of his cock, pulling on it with hard, squeezing jerks. Her brown eyes glazed over, her fingernails digging into that bloated expanse of rippled cockflesh until he abruptly yelped and jerked back.
"Mumppff-hey, that hurts!"
Grinning, Jeff watched as her face slowly went red with realization. She released his prick, still staring at it with a hypnotized look.
"See, Lisa? I told you, you're sexy. Just look at this!"
He didn't need to direct her gaze as he worked his jeans down to his knees, letting his sore, pent-up balls swing loose.
"Just look what you do to a guy. Hell! My cock feels like it's gonna explode! Is that sexy enough for you?"
Their eyes locked and her fear oozed away in a torrent of cunt cream. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse. "You're pretty sexy too, you know! Want to see what you do to me?"
She didn't wait for his answer. Reaching under her skirt, she clutched the sheer confines of her panties and peeled them off.
They pulled stickily from her crotch, then slithered across her legs and off. With her skirt bunched at her waist, Lisa lay back on the grass and instantly spread her legs out wide.
"Go ahead and look," she breathed, trembling a bit with mingled arousal and embarrassment. "I don't mind."
Until now, Jeff had never dreamed that he might one day find himself scuttling between Lisa Burns' wide-flung legs for a look at her cunt while his cock bobbed bare before her in the summer morning sun. But that was just what happened. He settled into position and gaped down at the delicate pink lipped pussy that opened before him, all moist and inviting like a dew-petaled flower.
"Is my cunt sexy too, Jeff?"
Lisa was smiling wide now, all too aware of the way his cock surged and soared up unbelievably stiffer than before. That sight made her pussy drool in frantic response. That enormous prick still scared her but it made her cream in a way that her own fingers and Gloria's tongue had never managed to do. She knew what his answer would be, even as he spoke.
It was as if he'd never seen a girl's cunt before. This wasn't Miss Randolph's black-haired pussy gaping before him, or his mother's cunt sliding up and down his meat like a sucking mouth. This was a soft, dainty little pussy trimmed in light-brown peach fuzz and melting under his gaze with a fragrant syrupy aroma that made his mouth water.
Jeff had to do it. He had to get just a taste of his neighbor's small, snug cunt, no matter what. He leaned down and his tongue swiped out.
"Ahhhh!"
Lisa twitched up, her eyes bulging and thighs snapping taut as she watched him nuzzle into her soaked, hot cunt, licking at the juices that poured out of her. His tongue slid up and down the entire length of her pussy, collecting burst after burst of her juices. It glided its wet soft-rough probe across the small clefted button of her clit, sending sparkles of pure bliss all through her.
It was wonderful, just watching Jeff Gainer eat her out.
"Muhhmm...."
"Ohhh, oh yes that feels really good! Lick me good, oh Jeff do it! You're ... you're making me come! Faster, faster! Stick your tongue inside me! Stick it-ohhhhhhh!"
Quick to oblige, his tongue snaked up the slick tight crevice of her cunt channel and wormed wildly inside her, lapping up the precious cream that flooded out.
Lisa arched with a gurgling gasp, feeling his probe wiggle up into her as if it intended to go deeper and deeper and never stop. The first delicious twinges of orgasm had her moaning and hunching onto his mouth in gleeful ecstasy.
"Jehhhfff!" Her body soared off the ground, twitching again and again as climaxes went tearing through her.
Jeff licked and tongued the girl's sweet little pussy until she let out a long shuddering purr and sank back, her head lolling and her long brown hair curling luxuriously on the grass.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh...."
Panting, Lisa smiled. Her hands went down to touch his slickened face, then went around his neck. She pulled, gasping out the thought that had been on her mind all along.
"Fuck me, Jeff! I want ... I want to feel your prick inside my pussy! Stick it in me and fuck me good and come inside me all you want! Do it ... please."
Those husky whispered words were all it took. Jeff scrambled up, sprawling across Lisa's firm, lush body. His cock lurched and slid between her open thighs, spearing for her cunt.
At the last instant, as his prickhead plowed into a thatch of wet, mossy cunt hair and pressed its bloated tip against soft yielding pussylips, he hesitated.
"Are you sure, Lisa? I mean ... really sure?"
In response Lisa merely giggled and reached down between their bodies, pulling his rigid cock to her pussy as if she screwed every day of her life. "Yes. Oh yes, do it! I ... I really want you to! Pleeeeease!"
With that statement she gave his cock a jerk and hunched up to meet it. His inflamed pricktip pushed between her cuntlips, and she gave a squeal.
"Ooowwwhhh!"
The big flared cockhead seemed to tear her pussy mouth open, shoving so wide apart that she seemed to be splitting in two. But it didn't stop there. It had just begun, as she quickly found out. More and more cock slid into her, inching forward. There was a ripping sensation and a moment of terrible pain as her virgin pussy was wrenched open to take it.
Then, gasping for breath, Jeff gave a last heave and slumped atop her, his prick completely enveloped in the stretched sheath of his neighbor's pussy.
"Uuunnnggghhh...."
Lisa twisted and sobbed, almost certain now that she'd been torn in half by his big stiff cock. But then the pain seeped away, dwindled quickly to a mere twinge, and finally vanished altogether.
She lay there for a long moment with Jeff's cock wedged inside her. They were both clinging together and breathing hard. Neither of them had started the morning expecting to find themselves like this, and for what seemed hours they simply lay intertwined, Lisa forcing her clenched cunt muscles to relax and Jeff getting used to the tightest pussy he'd ever had his cock.
Then he began to hump. Slowly at first, with small, gentle pumps. An inch or two of cock slid in and out of her, lubricated with juices and smacking wetly against her mushy cuntlips. She groaned and panted, hunching in return as firecracker-bursts of joy exploded throughout her.
Before either of them quite knew it, they were fucking.
"Oh fuck, give it to me Jeff!" Lisa bounced up with growing need as the firecracker-bursts rose to explosions. "Give me your cock! It's fucking right through me, ohhh that feels good, good! More-more!"
Her thighs wrapped around his waist, locking him to her. Grunting deep in his throat, Jeff increased the friction of his lunges as her pussy seemed to melt tightly about his prick, sucking on it for more.
Her ass drove off the ground to meet his thrusts and she wailed ecstatically at each pounding gouge of cockmeat into her.
"Owooh-oooh-ooooh! "
Their stomachs slapped together and Lisa's fingernails dug into his back as she took her first cock ever, all the way to its base.
"Shit, Lisa!" he managed to pant, bucking eagerly down into her frothing cunt. "Oh man, you're tight! So fucking tight-uhhh!"
He hunched faster, picking up speed. Lisa's pussy slurped around the plummeting thickness of his cock. She plunged up with a fury that crushed her little tits to his chest as her face went slack with orgasm.
Suddenly she screamed. "Come in me, Jeff! Give me-give me your cum! I need it, oh I need it so bad! Ohhhh-uuunnnggghhh!"
Slamming upward in oblivious climax, Lisa heard him groan. His body spasmed in her clenched embrace, and the first thick wad of hot piercing jism jetted deep into her cunt.
"Aaaannnnnnhhhhh!"
She gave a shriek of total joy as that blast of cum splattered her cunt walls. A second blast quickly followed, spurting into her as if a fountain had been tapped. A third blast followed, and then a fourth.
Lisa took it all and didn't stop hunching. Orgasm after orgasm had her reeling in a haze of utter sensuality. She'd never even dreamed it was possible to come this hard. Her mouth hung open and her body flopped with Jeff's lunging thrusts.
It was fantastic.
"Uuuunnngggh...."
Threads of cock juice leaked from her crammed pussy. Jeff collapsed with a sigh between her clenched legs, and his wonderful fucking prick slowly began to melt and soften inside her.
"Good," she cooed, ecstatic at her first taste of sex. "Good, gooooood...."
"Lisa ... aaah...." He slumped wearily, drained.
Unexpectedly she began to wiggle under him. Slowly at first, then with new urgency.
"Let's do it again!" Her voice was light and hungry, her dark eyes aglow with mischievous pleasure at the startled look on his face. "Let's keep fucking and never stop! Never, ever!"
Her cunt tightened on his cock, squeezing insistently.
Amazed, Jeff let out a laugh. "Hey, we've got to stop sometime! After all, the Marstens'll be home in a week. You don't want 'em to find us like this, do you?"
"I don't care!" Giggling, Lisa felt his prick nudge awake inside her. "I don't care who sees! Let's just do it!"
Jeff ogled, beaming brighter than ever.
Their fun had just begun!
CHAPTER EIGHT
When she awoke, Della found that her son was gone.
That wasn't unusual. Jeff was an early-riser and almost always managed to be up and scampering about by the time she crawled out of bed.
Only this time the bed she woke in was his, and she didn't crawl out. Instead she yawned and stretched, letting the memories of last night flood into her.
She could still feel the film of Jeff's cum plastered all over her cunt, like a sticky reminder. Her pussy tingled and she slipped two fingers between the velvet folds of her cuntmouth as if they were his cock again, sliding effortlessly into her pussy to the hilt.
"Uhhh ... oh God, yehhss...."
Instantly Della was caught up in the fantasy of being once more fucked by her own son. Her fingers eased in and out of her steamy pussy, picking up speed. Juices drooled out of her, then began to pour in bursts of oozing delight. Still smiling, she hunched up with a happy gush of breath.
Before she quite realized what had happened. Della was finger-fucking herself and pretending that Jeff was once more pressed between her thighs, his taut, muscular body heaving and his stiff young cock gouging deep into her, faster and faster.
It was a disgusting, unmotherly thing to do but she couldn't help it. Within mere moments she was twisting in an urgent tangle on the bed, crying out and plunging to climax just as if it were the real thing.
" "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me darling, fuck me nice and hard! Faster, oh God give it to me hard! That's it ... that ... oh I'm coming baby, make me come! Make-me-co-uuuuuummmmm!"
That was all it took. Orgasm exploded within her in wrenching blasts as her fingers tore in and out, jabbing furiously. Della wailed and plunged up to take them. Her mind filling with the vision of Jeff's big youthful prick ripping its load of jism deep up inside her .
She came furiously, humping and moaning and surging in climax.
At last, when every trace of culmination had been pumped out of her heated pussy, she slumped in a gasping heap.
"Uuunnnhhh...."
For a long while she merely lay like that, catching her breath and wishing Jeff were here to give her the real thing. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, letting emotions flood out that she'd almost forgotten could exist. It as wrong to be here with her fingers crammed in her pussy, day-dreaming of getting fucked by her teenaged son-her own son! God, what would people think if they knew?
But she couldn't help it. Jeff was growing into a man and some day he'd be going off to college and meeting some nice girl and getting married ... and what would she do then?
That thought brought her back to reality. Still panting slightly, she pulled her fingers from her sopping cunt and rose to start another day, trying to ignore the ache deep inside her.
Frankly, Della was afraid, afraid of being left alone, afraid of losing the only man in her life. Slipping quickly into slacks and a blouse, she felt even more frightened at the thought of having Sam Burns around to at least satisfy the worst of her hungers, and of being discovered by Anne and possibly losing her best friend as well.
All those fears seemed to crush in on her at once, making her tremble.
With a sudden surge of loneliness she decided to drop by next door and see Anne, to make sure she had at least one friend left in the world.
Prodded by that thought, Della slipped downstairs and out the back door.
It was a warm sunny morning, reminding her of the warmth that still emanated from her moistened pussy. She knocked on the Burns' back door, then opened it and poked her head inside, calling out.
"Anne? It's Della! Anybody home?"
No one answered.
That seemed strange, since the family car was sitting in the driveway. As usual between best friends, Della didn't hesitate. She stepped inside and headed for the familiar living room of the Burns house.
"Anne? It's me-what're you up to? Sam? Is anybody here?"
Still no answer.
The place seemed unusually quiet, which meant that even Lisa must be out enjoying the day. Most likely Anne was upstairs making the beds and couldn't hear.
Normally she wouldn't have gone prancing upstairs in anyone's home, not even that of her best friend. But at the moment she needed someone to talk to, someone to be with. Without allowing herself time to reconsider, Della moved up the stairs feeling like an intruder, but determined not to spend the morning all alone.
"Anne? Are you here?"
Della's voice called out softly, as if afraid to break the stillness. She reached the head of the stairs and paused, listening.
Once again no answer came, and she turned to go back down.
That was when she heard the gasp come from Anne's and Sam's bedroom.
"Oh-oh fuck that's sweet, yes! Stuff it in me, stuff it good! Ahhhh...."
She froze. The bedroom door stood wide open just a few feet away and Sam's chuckle drifted through it with familiar assurance.
"How's this for you, babe? Just what you need on a hot morning. Take it, take it all up that sweet cunt of yours ... ahhh...."
Anne's groan followed his words into the hall and suddenly Della felt her pussy churn.
That was why they hadn't heard her! Sam and Anne were in bed fucking the summer morning away while she stood like a statue listening to their every moan.
For an instant she couldn't seem to move. Caught in the hallway by those unexpected sounds she felt her cunt itch and burn with aching awareness all over again. She knew she should've turned right around and crept quickly down the stairs once more, leaving them alone. But she hesitated a moment too long, enjoying those sounds in a surge of sympathetic need that had her pussy seething.
That moment was all it took. When Anne gasped again, her words struck Della as if she'd been hit by a fist.
"Is ... ahhh, is this how you stuff her cunt too, you bastard? Is this-ohh, yes!-is this how you stick it in Della, damn you?"
Shocked, Della heard every word. Her eyes widened in the horror of slow realization and at the same time Sam's answer came back with a throaty laugh.
"You know it, babe. And she begs for it just like you do. How's that for a laugh? Two of the hottest cunts in town, and both of 'em just aching for a taste of my cock ... like this...."
"Ohhhhh...."
Anne gave a loud purr, and the bedsprings squeaked.
Numbed by the things she'd just heard, Della could only stand there with her mouth agape and her eyes filling with glassy understanding. Anne knew! The thought seemed to roar through her head. Anne knew!
Before she could quite overcome that initial shock, a second quickly followed.
"Guhh-give it to me, you fucking bastard! Just the way you gave it to her yesterday! Oh yes, that's so fucking nice! Instead of loaning you out to my best friend, I ought to be renting you by the inch!
Then Del could have her share of fun and I could earn some shopping money on the side ... oooh oooh yes that's good, good!"
If anything, that statement slammed Della even harder. Anne ... loaning her husband out ... oh, God no!
It was all too much! Dazed and swaying, Della somehow found herself moving forward. The doorway wavered before her and in the next instant she stood there looking on the scene before her, the two nude people sprawled on the big double bed humping and gasping and grunting for breath.
"Don't think she wouldn't pay," Sam was saying, his voice deep and amused as he eased his cock in and out of his wife's brown-furred cunt, reaming it with long, leisurely strokes. "If you'd seen her stretched out on the kitchen table yesterday begging to get fucked, you'd know. Hell, maybe I ought to make the both of you pay and just retire! How would you like that, lover?"
His chuckle accompanied a fast, ball-slapping thrust, and Anne twitched up with a delirious smile as she soared off the bed to take it.
"Uuuhhh-uuunnnhhh ... faster, damn it, faster! Do it baby, do it!"
Their bodies heaved in unison. Anne's small, taut-nippled tits flailed against his chest and Sam's chuckles turned into groans as he began to piston his meat into his wife's pussy with increasing friction.
Della stood there watching, her eyes glazed. Slowly, reality began to seep in.
Anne knew everything. That was obvious from the things she'd said. But not only that-she actually seemed to approve. In fact....
It might even have been her idea in the first place! What if she'd decided to 'loan out' her husband to her lonely widowed friend months ago? Was that why Sam had never been afraid of getting caught? Was that the reason for all those so-called shopping trips? So they could be alone together?
The thoughts jumbled together until Della couldn't think at all. It was just too unbelievable, even among the closest of friends. But still, after what she'd just heard it seemed to make a wild sort of sense. She could only stand and stare, not quite able to believe it.
"Oh yesss, stick it to me good!"
Anne yelped and their bodies plunged together even more frantically. From where she stood, Della could see Sam's massive veined prick sliding deep into her wet flared cunthole, pushing it wide open with every thrust. His cock plummeted with growing fervor and their gasps merged in a unison of fury as they soared to orgasm.
Suddenly Anne arched and let out a shriek. "Naaaahhhh!"
At the same time her husband heaved and they thrashed in simultaneous climax. His load of jism spurted thickly up her pussy as she fluttered on it like a butterfly, orgasming furiously.
Then plunged together, groaning in ecstasy and unaware of their neighbor watching it all, her green eyes glassy with shock.
It was Anne who slumped at last in a blissful heap, sighing deeply. "Uhhhmmm, that was ... sooooo good! No ... ahhh, no wonder Della begs for it! This is just ... ohhhh, just what a woman needs-"
She stopped, staring at the doorway.
"Oh yeah," Sam was gasping out agreement. "It's sure as hell what that woman needs, anyway! She just-hey babe, what's the matter? You look-"
He twisted his head at that moment, and saw Della standing there!
For a frozen instant none of them spoke. Della's mouth worked, and the words that came out sounded small and squeaking.
"I ... I just thought I'd drop by ... I didn't know-" She stopped, totally overwhelmed.
At first neither Sam or Anne answered, both realizing that she had stood there and overheard everything they'd said.
Then Sam chuckled, his chest still heaving for breath. "Well, well--speak of the devil! Come on in and join us, Del. We were just talking about you!"
As if hypnotized, Della obeyed. She stumbled forward, her face turning crimson. "I ... I heard. Anne, what happened was ... it was an accident. That is...."
The explanation seemed to tear from her throat in one hollow word after another, meaningless now that it was all out in the open.
If Della had expected disappointment and embarrassment to surge over Anne's face, she was wrong. Instead-to her further shock-the brunette slowly smiled.
"I know, Del. I know just what you mean. But it was no accident. And now that you're here, you may as well know the whole truth. Shouldn't she, Sam?"
Her smile widened knowingly at the expression on the redhead's face and Sam was quick to agree. "Yeah, I think you're right, babe. And I got just the kind of facts she needs worst, too...."
He pulled from between his wife's legs, his enormous slickened cock sliding from her soaked pussy and popping free wetly.
Della felt weak, almost on the point of fainting. "I ... I don't know what you mean...."
But the looks they exchanged were only too plain as Sam stood, his big cock lolling bare and filmed before her.
A blast of unexpected hunger ripped throughout her, and her knees seemed to go weak. His hands came out and fumbled at the buttons of her blouse, jerking it from her shoulders.
"There's no need to lie anymore," Anne went on, lying back without the slightest abashment. Her pink pussy gaped open, drooling out her husband's juices. "Sam and I always knew how lonely you were, and it seemed ... well, after a while it seemed that there was only one way to help out. And of course, you know all too well what way that was."
The blouse fell off Della, baring her large big-nippled tits. Sam hissed delightedly, then was grabbing at her slacks as well.
"And now that you know the whole thing, there's hardly any use pretending anymore, is there? After all, we're all friends, aren't we? We know what you want, darling. What you need, just what any woman needs. Come here, Del. Don't be shy-it's too late for that."
The awful truth was that Anne was right. The slacks slipped down, and the next moment Della found herself standing there just as nude as her neighbors, her pussy creaming insatiably. It was like a dream and she couldn't snap out of it. Too much had happened. She was caught, as surely as if she'd stepped into a trap.
"Yeah, she needs it all right." Sam's voice was blatant with approval as he fondled her tits, making the nipples automatically spike out. "I think it's time we really gave it to her, too. Let's start by giving her another taste of my jizz-she always likes that. I want to see her lap it right out of your pussy, babe. Yeah...."
Abruptly he was pushing her down at the foot of the bed. Anne's scented split-open pussy hovered before her, just inches away.
In a far-off noise like a whimper, Della heard herself trying to escape. "Please ... don't...." But it was too late. Sam pushed her head down and her full, trembling lips crushed against Anne's sweaty cum-bloated cuntmouth.
"Aaahhh-"
The brunette gave a gasp and twitched up. As if to whimper again, Della's mouth opened. But this time her tongue flicked out-almost of its own accord-sliding along the parted crease of her friend's pussy slash and tasting the warm flavor of mixed jism and cream that leaked out.
"Oh-oh yes honey, that's great!" Anne bucked up, her legs flying apart to bare even more of her hot, syrup-filmed pussy for that hesitant darting tongue. "Lick it good, lick my pussy up real-I-I good! Yes, yehhhsss...."
"Muhhff-"
Della groaned with utter shame as she lapped the flood of juices that poured from Anne's cunt. And the worst part was that giddy thrills of delight were shooting all through her cunt by this time, urging her on. Her mouth plastered to the thrusting pussy that rose to meet it, tongue worming hotly into the woman's cunthole and digging for the threads of cum that seeped from it. Once again Sam had managed to totally humiliate her.
And once again, in spite of all her protests, she loved it.
"Muhhmm...."
"Oh fucking sweet baby, that's good!"
Anne squealed as her tongue began to jab in and out, licking its way all over her cunt with frantic stroking lunges. Her ass surged off the bed and her dark eyes filled with pleasure as new ripples shuddered through her. Within moments Della was tongue-fucking Anne's cunt and careening on her hands and knees in a dog-like crouch, thoroughly degrading herself and enjoying every moment of it.
"Oh Christ, you two make a pair!" Sam blurted the statement out hoarsely, never ceasing to be amazed by his neighbor's sheer horniness. "And I think it's time I made this a threesome before you both forget I'm even here! Yeah, that ought to be just fine...."
With those words he moved around behind Della j and settled on his knees, gazing down at her ripe, undulating ass.
"Muhh-fffuuum"
Aware of his stare, she parted her legs wide
I open. Her entire pussy blossomed like an opening flower, all pink and dripping with dew, just aching to be fucked.
His cock nudged up, swelling with a slow, inexorable life. Grinning wide, he placed his reddened cockhead against her petaled cuntlips and gave a push.
It slid neatly into her, sheathing its entire half-stiff length up her cunt. The feel of that big thickening prick inside her made Della's tongue stab even harder and Anne sobbed.
"Yesss, eat me Del, eat me up real good! Tongue me, you precious bitch! Fuck me with your tongue, give it to me nice and fast! That's it! Aaaahhhh!"
Her clit smashed hard against Della's teeth. At the same time Sam began to pump back and forth, rocking on his knees. His huge prick rippled inside her, growing and soaring up to immense stiffness as it plowed between her fiery-fringed cuntlips and sank home again and again.
That quickly, all her previous horror melted away in flood after flood of horny juice. After all, these weren't two perverted people who'd set out to seduce her against her will. They were her best friends, just giving her exactly what they knew she needed, even if she didn't like to admit that need to herself.
And right now they were giving it her with all their strength. Sam was pounding his cock into her from behind and Anne was hunching against her slick face with ecstatic cries, pleading for more.
"Eat me, you sweet cunt! Tongue my pussy and make me come in your mouth. Faster, fasterrr! Please, pie-eeeeeee!"
She grabbed two handfuls of Della's rich red hair and gyrated her pussy up with increasing fervor, wailing wordlessly.
Della let out a muffled shriek of her own as Sam's rigid cock gouged to its base into her, pumping her toward orgasm with a ferocity that jammed her face into Anne's pussy harder than ever.
Almost instantly the three of them made a heaving jumble of approaching climax as Della reeled between husband and wife, riding back onto his swollen shaft and then diving forward into her soft, sopping cuntmouth. She caromed without the lest twinge of self-control as her pussy burst in the first spasms of ecstasy, making her scream. "Muuuhhhmmmfff!"
"Aaaah-aaannnhhhhhh!"
"Jesus Christ that's good, yeah, yeah!"
They twisted and plunged and heaved in a frenzied explosion of satisfaction as Della worked blast after blast of climax from the cunt smacking against her lips and the inflamed cock sheathing in her pussy. Sam groaned loudly and a geyser of jism spurted up her pussy like an arc of pure electricity, soaring right to the core of her.
Their orgasm seemed to go on and on as if it never intended to stop. She flopped limply between them as her cunt and mouth were filled with juices, both sucking for more until at last she sank forward onto the bed across Anne's slender body, weak and gasping for breath.
"Ohhh ... oh my Gohhhhd...." She managed that breathless panting sob, as Sam's drained prick pulled from her clutching cunt and dangled loose between her thighs.
Somehow she found herself sprawling beside her best friend, unable to remember later whether she'd crawled there or Sam had lifted her up and dumped her on the bed in a heap, oblivious and enraptured.
But then two pairs of gentle hands were traveling along her voluptuous body, cupping her big tits and caressing her round taut ass. A panting, satisfied woman's voice murmured softly as it slid along her lips, tongue briefly licking out to collect the cunt cream that layered them.
"Uhhhmmm, wasn't that better than thinking you were cheating on me, darling? It ... ahhh ... it's so much more fun now that everything's out in the open. Now we can enjoy ourselves the way we really want to, can't we?"
"Hell yes!" Sam chuckled, before Della could answer. "You're ours now, Del. And we're gonna make damn sure you get just the kind of treatment you've been needing for a long, long time. Does that interest you, babe?" His thumbs rolled along her nipples, making her gasp.
Despite herself, despite all the shock and horror and fear of what was happening inside her, Della had to smile. She was interested, all right, very interested, indeed.
CHAPTER NINE
By the time she left the Burns home, it was late afternoon. Tired and sated and more relaxed than she'd been in a long while, Della caught herself smiling and actually skipping home like a little girl whose mother had just said it was perfectly all right to raid the cookie jar.
She was humming a soft tune, still aglow with Annie's understanding attitude and the feel of Sam's jism leaking thickly from her cunt, when she saw the enormous woman standing patiently at her front door.
"Can I help you?" Della spoke up lightly, her face beaming with the overflow of relief as she came up.
The woman turned to meet her, sweeping back a long shining waterfall of glossy raven-black hair, and Della saw that she wasn't really enormous at all. In fact, she was perfectly proportioned and quite attractive.
"Mrs. Gainer?" The woman's face broke into a small, hesitant smile, and suddenly Della realized she wasn't simply attractive, either. As a matter-of-fact, she was almost dazzling, despite her ominous height. "I'm Miss Randolph, Jeffrey's English teacher. Would it be inconvenient if we had a small chat about your son?"
A twinge of fear seeped through Della's face, like a shadow. "There's nothing wrong, is there? I mean, is Jeff in trouble or something? I thought he did quite well in English...."
"Oh, he did." Marge Randolph's lips tugged into an even larger smile, as she confronted his red-haired mother. "In fact, he's the best A student I've had in years. That's why I'm here, Mrs. Gainer, to discuss his future and the possibility of perhaps giving him a few private tutoring lessons this summer, to help him get a jump on college."
At those words Della breathed a loud sigh of relief. "In that case please come in, by all means! Anything you could do to help Jeff along would be greatly appreciated, believe me!" She led the way inside, delighted that one of Jeff's teachers should show such interest.
At the same time, Marge was noticing where Jeff's good looks came from. She could see quite a bit of Jeffrey in his mother's lovely high-cheeked face, and the way her entire face lit up when she smiled.
Just seeing that smile again was enough to make Marge's cunt ache with melting arousal, the way it had been doing all day. The idea of setting up regular sessions had come to her on a wild impulse, and she'd hurried to the Gainer residence before her nerves could slip away.
Now, walking into his home on a teacherly pretense, she felt a wicked surge of pleasure every bit as nice as all the times she'd walked into her classroom to find him at his seat, slumped in that angular way of his.
"Can I get you a drink, Miss Randolph?" Della turned abruptly, and Marge jerked as if the thoughts going through her mind had shown on her face. "You look warm. I think I have some lemonade all made up-"
"Oh no, please don't go to any trouble, I'll only take a minute of your time. Is ... is Jeffrey home, by any chance?"
"No, I'm afraid he isn't. Won't you sit down, at least? After standing in the heat waiting for me you must be exhausted!"
"Well...." Marge hesitated, then shrugged. "All right. Just for a moment, then."
As she settled on the couch, Della took that opportunity to notice that the teacher had one of the most voluptuous bodies she'd ever seen. In fact, she was sexy as hell. It almost seemed strange that such a gorgeous, well-endowed woman could find time in her summer schedule to want to tutor Jeff....
That notion crept into Della's mind, and just wouldn't go away. As she sat down beside Miss Randolph, she caught herself wondering if perhaps ... was it just possible that this Miss Randolph had already been doing some extra-curricular tutoring with her son that didn't have a thing to do with school at all?
Normally Della would never have even imagined such a possibility. But her pussy was still heated from her recent experience next door, and it blazed even hotter at that wicked thought.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like that drink?" She went on in a polite, airy voice, even as her mind filled with wild images of her slender, teenaged Jeff sprawled atop this voluptuous woman, pumping his cock to her in some deserted classroom while school bells rang and unknowing students filed through crowded hallways.
"I might even have something a bit stronger than lemonade, as a matter-of-fact. You look so hot and tired...."
She reached over without thinking, urged by her own horniness and the giddy images swirling through her head. Her fingers brushed across Marge's damp model's cheeks, and lingered there.
"I ... uh, don't believe so...."
That unexpected touch took Marge by surprise. Whatever she'd thought her meeting with Jeffrey's mother would be like, it certainly hadn't been this! Her pussy tingled in sudden arousal and her voice took on an uncertain huskiness.
"Getting back to Jeffrey, I think-what I meant to say was, well, with such an exceptional student a more personal relationship can be so much more rewarding. Mrs. Gainer, I don't believe you're listening."
Marge's breath quickened as Della's fingers trailed down her throat, in dainty, playful strokes. This meeting wasn't going a bit like she'd expected. Her pussy was seething with juicy warmth, oozing under the touch of the woman's fingers as she watched with glittering, sharp green eyes.
"Oh yes, I'm listening to every word," Della smiled, growing more aroused by the moment. "You believe in more personal relationships, and I agree completely. You like my son, don't you? I mean, more than just as student and teacher. I can understand that, because I care for him too. There's no need to be embarrassed, Miss Randolph. I'm not ... see?"
It happened suddenly, so deftly that it took Marge by complete surprise. Della's long slim fingers dipped under the cleavage of her dress and cupped a big pliant tit.
"Muh-Mrs. Gainer!" Stunned, Marge froze as the smiling redhead hefted her large, trembling tit, fingers gliding across its round hugeness to tickle the taut fattened nipple that was already strumming out in automatic response. "I-I didn't--please don't ... don't!"
Her voice rose to a plea as Della only scooped her tit up all the more confidently, her cunt gushing a torrent of searing cream. Despite herself Marge wilted in a furnace-hot blast of her own and found her voice breaking off in a groan as the other woman's fingers kneaded her hardened nipple, expertly plucking it to full erection.
"Don't, do-ohhh...."
Her dark-brown eyes took on a glazed look, and that urged Della on all the more.
"We should get to know each other much better, since you intend to work more closely with my son. And please, call me Della. You're Marge, aren't you? Well Marge, it's time you found out that Jeff and I share no secrets around here, and any tutor of his is more than welcome in my home...." Della couldn't seem to stop herself. Now that she'd got going all over again, she couldn't resist the well-endowed woman who sank gasping back on the couch before her, attractive face surging in a mixture of disbelief and lust. It was as if she were watching someone's else's hand stuffed down the front of Marge Randolph's dress. As if it were some other woman who reached for the zipper of her dress and tugged it down. Some stranger who jerked a shoulder strap away, exposing the beautiful pale titty that bounced into view, its nipple expanded into a lush throbbing stiffness that just ached to be sucked.
She slid forward, unable to let that ache pass. "Yes, I think you and I are going to get to know each other very well. Very well indeed ... ummmmm...."
Her soft full lips encircled that big spired bud of pinkness, and closed around it.
"Ohhh-oh no, this ... this ... unnhh...." It was as if a dam had burst in her frothing pussy, sweeping away the initial shock in a tide of juicy heat. Marge groaned and reached up as if to push the insatiable redhead away, but her fingers only clutched tight as Della sucked and licked her nipple with furious lapping friction, literally flying across her limp dress.
Within moments Marge was totally nude, the rumpled dress bunched in a heap on the floor. At the same time Della had somehow managed to discard her own clothes as well, and she was forcing the big, raven-haired beauty back on the couch. Their bodies intertwined, and then she was lowering herself toward the teacher's fragrantly scented pussy just as she'd done Annie's only a short time ago.
"Ohh-oh, please!" Marge let out a panting whimper, not quite sure what she was begging for as the smaller woman pushed her thighs apart to expose the oily depths of her flared pink cunt in all its embarrassing splendor.
"Oh yes," Della breathed, feasting on the sight of that scrumptious mouth-shaped pussy spread beneath her. "We're going to know each other quite well, quite ... mmmmmmm...."
Her face shoved deep into the furrowed thatch of black fur that adorned the woman's cunt, and her tongue slid hungrily up the sopping trench of wet pussy flesh that awaited her.
"Ffffuuum...."
"Ohhhh-oh yes, yes!"
Marge's voice broke into a peal of escaped delight as the redhead's tongue plunged into her with an exuberance remarkably like Jeffrey Gainer's sweet cock. She reeled up, overcome by events and pouring a flood of juices over the woman's face as she lapped them up, diving for more.
"Yes-yes-Yessss!"
Almost instantly she was arching up, quivering in unbelievable explosions of joy at having her pussy eaten by Jeffrey's mother. It was all too much to understand. Marge simply succumbed, wailing in uninhibited bliss as her cunt was tonguefucked with an expertise it had never known before.
Her plumped cuntlips smacked at the soft jabbing intruder, ass soaring off the couch to force it even deeper. Her big tits flopped loosely, and she reached up and caught each tortured nipple between thumb and forefinger and tweaked furiously on them while Della moaned and nuzzled even deeper in her slurpy cunt hole, plowing it with frantic lunges.
It all took place in a few short minutes, from the moment the two women had met. The next thing either of them knew, Della was gulping down the cream of Jeff's English teacher and tonguing her to an orgasm that had them both panting and groaning.
"Yes!" Marge cried out, hunching up with all her strength. "Yes, eat me you cunt! Eat my pussy out nice, sooo niccce! That-that's it, that's just ri-iiiiiii! Aaaahhhh!"
Climax came with a fury that drew her up like a tautened bowstring, sobbing at the sheer intensity of it. She came again and again, squeezing her thighs onto Della's head and writhing in one of the most surprising and luxurious orgasms she'd had yet.
It seemed to go on and on, just like all the books promised.
And even as she slumped in a delirious haze, it didn't end. Dimly, in a dazed dream-like haze of unreality, she heard Mrs. Gainer's soft chuckle.
"Ahhhh ... uhhhm, oh yes, we're going to be very good friends, all right. And I think we should go upstairs where we can discuss this matter with a bit more privacy. And then ... then you can tell me just how long you've been fucking my son, Marge."
"Ohhhh, yehhhsss...."
Still lolling from that initial explosion, Marge barely heard.
* * *
"Muuuhhhmmm...."
"That's it, Lisa ... oh yeah, yeah!"
Jeff let out a groan, staring down as Lisa crouched over him, her long, light-brown hair cascading across his bare stomach like ticklish fingers. He grinned from ear to ear at the sight of her like that, hovering above him on hands and knees with her little pert tits dangling and skirt still hanging bunched at her waist, ass swaying in the air as she bobbed her head up and down on his prick, gulping at it with long throaty little moans. "Muhhff-fffuuummm...."
Her head bobbed faster as she took every inch of his newly stiffened cock between her lips. She cupped his lightly fuzzed balls, squeezing them hungrily for the cock cream that boiled inside. It was the first time she'd ever sucked a boy's cock, and it was nice. She liked making him groan and twitch, thrusting his thickened prick up for more. It made her pussy ooze with delicious warmth, and without missing a stroke she reached between her slender thighs and fingered that warmth into a glowing ache.
"Oh jeez-yeah, suck me off Lisa!"
Jeff gasped out loud as he watched the girl wiggle on her hand and bob up and down on his prick even faster, slurping her tender lips around its hugeness as if to swallow it up completely.
He'd never seen this horny side of Lisa before, had never even thought about her like that until today. But he was quickly discovering the truth now, and it was fantastic. She was sucking on his prick like a big straw, her fingers milking at his balls and wet, cock-filled lips gliding along his meat as if it was her life's ambition. He could feel his load of jizz threatening to blast any second, and managed to pant out a warning.
"Oh shit I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot my load Lisa-oh fuck-" His hips heaved up, shoving his cock down her throat with increasing fervor.
Lisa felt his orgasm coming and quickly stuffed two fingers into her greased, sopping pussy. Immediately she began to pump, working them in and out with a rhythm that matched the bobbing of her head.
"Muuhhff-uuummmpppf!"
She gave a muffled whimper of pure ecstasy and sucked more furiously than ever, plunging onto her fingers as both teenagers spiraled to a simultaneous orgasm in a twisting, moaning frenzy of bliss.
Suddenly Jeff arched, his whole body going taut. "Ohhhh shiiit!" His cock leaped in her mouth and the first load of precious hot jism gushed down her throat.
"Muhhhm!"
Lisa gulped at that heady thick eruption of cock cream, drinking it down with a series of gulps. More jizz followed in a second blast nearly as violent as the first, and cum dribbled from her stretched lips as its overflow escaped.
At the same time she was coming hard and fast herself. With fingers pumping her cunt into a froth of satiation that would have made her shriek if her mouth weren't full, she spasmed in an explosion of joyful rapture as Jeff's cum slid down her throat, glob after warm thick glob.
At last, when she'd sucked every last one of those globs out of him, she sank back with a deep sobbing breath.
"Oooooh, Juhhhh...."
Woozy with satisfaction, she collapsed on the grass and rubbed at her bloated pussy, working the last little twinges of pleasure from its tender lips.
For a long time they simply lay gasping and drained, both of them slightly surprised by the sheer intensity of their new-found relationship.
Finally it was Jeff who rose and wiggled back into his jeans, realizing that by this time his mom might be worrying at his absence.
"I gotta go, Lisa. But ... anytime you need some more cheerleading practice, I'll be around. Oh shit, will I ever!"
He grinned widely and Lisa smiled back.
"Are ... are you sure?" she got out, in a breathless gasp. "I need to practice lots more ... I mean, almost every day, if I'm going to make the team! You ... you really want to help?" Their eyes met, and the answer was obvious. Just the thought of spending every day practicing with Lisa Burns....
"Hell, yes!" His eyes were wide and lit up, just thinking about it.
And that seemed to please Lisa more than anything.
"Well, see you tomorrow then Lisa, okay?"
"Okay!" Beaming happily, she watched him trot away. "Bye, Jeff!"
Hurrying home, Jeff ran on legs that had gone weak from his session with the girl next door. He'd always liked her-but hell, she was really something else! Man, was this gonna be a great summer! Maybe the greatest of his whole life!
It was with that thought spinning through his head that he crashed his way into the house with a shout. "Hey Mom, I'm home!"
There was no answer right away and without pause he leaped up the stairs to find her.
"Hey, where is everybody? If I didn't know better, I'd think-jeez!"
Jeff skidded to a halt in the doorway of his mother's bedroom. His lower jaw dropped. "Mummfff-"
"Uhhm ... muhhmm...."
Two women lay sprawled on her bed, their nude bodies heaving in a tangle of arms and legs and tits and asses as they moaned and surged before him, like nothing he'd ever seen before. Their faces dove deep between each other's thighs, but he couldn't miss his mom's fiery red hair under any circumstances.
The other woman's hair was black, all long and glossy and vaguely familiar....
And then it struck.
"Miss Randolph!" The name burst from him in an astonished explosion. Numb with shock, he stumbled forward in his own momentum.
Their tongues dug up into each other's pussies as they thrashed and purred, oblivious to all else. Della lay on her back, probing up into Marge's wet, churning cunthole with eager slurping strokes that matched those burrowing into her own soaked pussy. She clutched the teacher's ripe asscheeks and from where he stood Jeff could even see the pink puckered rim of Miss Randolph's asshole winking up at him like a beacon.
"Man, oh man...."
Thunderstruck, he watched a look of ecstasy surge over his mom's attractive face as she craned up into the lush glistening cunt that hunched down on her face for attention. Her tongue slid in and out with cock-like strokes, picking up their pace.
That startled moment was all it took. A slow grin of realization crept over Jeff's face, growing broad and expectant. Instantly he was tearing out of his clothes to join them, not even waiting to find out just how Miss Randolph managed to get his mom in this position in the first place.
His cock was already hardening all over again, bobbing up and swelling to renewed fullness as he stepped out of his jeans and strode forward confidently.
"Hey mom, let me in on this, huh? She's my teacher too, you know!"
With those gleeful words he crouched over his mother's face and jabbed his stiffening prick home, right along the slippery wetness of her tongue and straight into Miss Randolph's black-fuzzed pussy.
"Muuuhhhm!"
Marge squealed as Della Gainer's tongue was replaced by a hard, throbbing young cock and it took only the first exuberant stabs to tell her just who the prick belonged to. It slithered in and out of her pussy with youthful ferocity, just the way it always did when Jeffrey fucked her.
"Mfff-uhhhm...."
She groaned and plunged into Della's cunt with new delight, humping back to ream her pussy on every stabbing inch of cockmeat.
"Muhh-oh baby, do it!" Della croaked, humping as well. "Fuck her, Jeff, fuck the bitch good! Ahhh! Keep-keep doing that, stick it in her honey! Stick it ... stick it-aaannhhh!"
She wailed then, bucking in climax.
Marge came too, almost instantly. She slammed back onto that pumping prick with a violent surge, and shuddered. Her tongue wagged deep inside Della's pussy in a voiceless cry as she came again and again, shivering in waves of completion.
"Take it, Miss Randolph!" Jeff's shout was a laugh of pure pleasure as he once more found himself fucking the piss out of the teacher who, only a few days ago, had scared the piss right out of him.
He kept fucking her until at last she wilted between his mom's slick thighs, wailing out her bliss.
"Ohhhh Jeffreyyyyy...."
Then, when he'd satisfied himself that she'd been thoroughly fucked, he pulled his prick from the tight sheath of her cunt.
It was still as stiff as a slab of concrete, standing out above his mother's delirious gaze in a way that couldn't be missed.
And Della didn't miss it, either. She smiled, meeting his gaze.
"Yes, baby. Come to momma now ... please...."
She slid out from under Marge's limp form and spread her legs wide.
Jeff snaked between them. His cock slid into her red nest of cun fur like a homing pigeon, and snuggled its way into her until his eggs slapped against her ass.
She hissed and her green eyes glazed. There was so much yet to tell him, about her new friendship with her old friends the Burnses, and about Marge Randolph's idea of making this a regular summer session. But all that could wait, because her son's sweet young cock was sliding deep, deep into her and she wanted it all, every bit.
Mother and son began to gyrate in unison, clinging together in a happy embrace. Their asses arched up and down, cockbase slamming against clitted cuntmouth with frantic enjoyment. They kissed and groaned and surged without the slightest inhibition, concentrating on nothing but the beginnings of their new lives. His cock weaved in and out of her pussy faster, and he gasped.
"Fuck me, Mom! Fuck me good so I can shoot my load up your cunt! I want to shoot-oh fuck, I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna blast!"
"Yehhhsss!" she hissed back, more than willing to comply. "Come in me baby, come inside me good! Faster, fasterrrrr...."
Their pumpings increased. If it was possible, Della exploded in a climax more complete than anything she'd yet known. His cock drove home and she screamed.
"Now! Now lover, do it now! Ohh noowww!"
Gladly, Jeff obeyed. His cock cream splattered inside her, pouring its geysers into her pussy with ball-draining ferocity. She twisted up to take it, lifting him off the bed in her fury of orgasm, and hovered like that a long delirious moment.
"Annnnnhhhh...."
When she finally slumped back, it was with a happy satisfied laugh.
Neither of them remembered Marge until her arms went out to embrace them both. "Oh my darlings, there's so much to do! So much...." She grabbed for his slippery cock, at the same time fingering Della's dripping pussy.
This is going to be a hell of a summer, all right. And it had only just started. Only just started!
