Outwardly, suburbia maintains the straitlaced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of wife- swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun... but where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another--and another--to what? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of one family, in one town, Anywhere, U.S.A. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them it is the norm.
And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. School and its trials and triumphs.
DAUGHTER LOVES TO SUCK--a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Susan Manning was making breakfast for her father. Her mother was away for the week, leaving the two of them to fend for themselves. She was a very pretty girl, with long black hair, flashing dark eyes and high cheekbones, all making her look like a gypsy. Her body was nubile and bouncy, with plump tits and a firm, round ass.
Susan was standing in front of the stove. Her father was sitting at the breakfast table, looking at his sexy daughter speculatively. Her sexy young body jiggled nicely beneath her short nighty as she stirred eggs in a bowl. She had turned so that he could see a plump tit in profile, as well as her curvaceous ass. He noticed that her nipple was stiff, poking out in a peak against her sheer gown.
Allen Manning began to get a hard-on.
The girl picked up a milk carton and shook it. Finding it empty, she moved to the refrigerator to get a fresh carton. She jiggled all over when she walked, and her hips worked like a pendulum.
Allen's gaze followed her.
Susan opened the refrigerator door, and she looked for the milk. It was on the lower shelf. She bent down to reach it, bending from the waist without dipping at the knees. As she did so, the hem of her short nighty rode up, fully exposing her shapely ass and the shadowy glen of her crotch.
She seemed to be having some difficulty in picking up the carton of milk, because she remained in that position for several moments. Her ass shifted. Her legs parted a little more, revealing her open and wet cunt.
Allen had a full erection by this time.
He smiled slightly, gazing at his daughter's pussy.
Finally, she succeeded in picking up the milk and straightened up. She glanced back over her shoulder. Allen was sitting with his back to the kitchen table, his legs stretched out, making no attempt to hide the lump in his trousers. Susan looked at the large lump and her sensual lips turned up in a smile of expectation.
Susan loved to make breakfast for daddy.
This was not the first time that Susan and Alan had been left on their own, and they had learned to manage quite well. Her mother was often away for a week or more on business, being the sort of woman who had managed to combine a career with a family. She was a very capable lady.
And so was her daughter.
Now Susan said: "Do you miss Mom?"
"Only in bed," said Allen.
"Not at breakfast?"
"I prefer the breakfast that you serve, honey," he said.
For some reason, that comment caused the shapely teenager to shiver all over. For a few moments, they stared at each other. She was looking directly at the bulge in his trousers.
His gaze moved over her, admiring the twin peaks of her taut nipples as they tented the nighty. Moving down over her gently rounded belly, fixing upon her shadowy triangle of pussy hair.
"Are you ready for breakfast now, Daddy?"
"I'm starving for it," he said.
This was the first time in over a month that Allen Manning was going to be fed the special breakfast which his daughter served up for him when Catherine Manning was out of town.
Catherine had often wondered why her husband was so tolerant about her absences and her career. They didn't need the money and she didn't have to work, yet he had never objected when business took her away. She figured that she was fortunate to have such an understanding husband and such a competent daughter to take care of the housework and the cooking while she was away.
Catherine, of course, did not know about the special meals that Susan fed her father.
"Then I'd better put it on the table, huh?" Susan suggested.
Allen licked his lips.
The girl put the milk carton down on top of the refrigerator. She might need it later, when she finished mixing the eggs for scrambling. But no milk was required for the first course; that delicious meal was creamy enough.
Susan came over to the table, and she stood in front of her father. Lifting the hem of her nighty, Allen gazed adoringly at her crotch. Her pubic bush was thick and curly, a wide vee of black curls. She parted her legs so that he could look between them. Her pink cuntlips were unfurled. Her slippery pussy, open and hot, ran through her dark pubic patch like a sluggish river through a midnight jungle. Her clit was as stiff as her nipples. As Allen gazed at his daughter's juicy cunt, he licked his lips again and his mouth began to water. He was a handsome man, but now his face was contorted by lust.
Susan was trembling in anticipation.
She turned to lean against the table, her ass perched on the very edge, her legs extended to the floor, her thighs apart. Allen released the hem of her nighty. Susan grasped it, then slowly drew it up over her head, and off, so that she was naked. She arched her back, thrusting her plump tits out. Her nipples looked like little pink rockets, ready to be launched. She threw her head back, and her raven hair cascaded about her cheeks, trailing down her slender back. She moved her face slowly moved from side to side and her whole body began to tingle with joyful expectation.
Oh, how Susan loved to feed her daddy!
Allen slid out of his chair, and he knelt on the floor between the girl's legs. She cupped her tits in both hands, pressing her firm titglobes together into deep cleavage and lifting them. Her thumbs flicked back and forth above her nipples. Allen's face was poised above her cunt, and he fairly drooled on the hairy confection. But then he lifted his head higher and ducked in, running his tongue up the soft valley between her tits. As he sucked each of her nipples into his lips, his mouth nursed on her taut tit tips.
Susan whimpered with pleasure. She placed one hand behind his head, stroking his hair. She arched deeper, pushing her tits against his face.
He sifted back and forth, tonguing and sucking each tip. He knew that he could make the girl come that way, just sucking on her nipples, not even touching her cunt. He had done that before. But today he was too hungry for that. When her sweet young pussy creamed, Allen wanted it to cream in his mouth.
He gave her tits a last lick before moving downward, tonguing over the gentle slope of her belly, dipping into her belly button, then running his tongue through her wiry pubic thatch. He dipped lower to lap up the insides of her thighs, switching back and forth as he had with her nipples. He ran his tongue up the crease where her legs joined her body, licking, alongside her fuckslit but not yet touching her there. He was teasing her and teasing himself at the same time. He was as eager to suck her cunt as she was to be sucked. His tongue felt as hot as his prick, and her pussy was drooling like his mouth.
A trickle of cunt juice ran down her hairy crotch and seeped into her asscrack.
Allen slid his tongue up her asscrack and sighed with joy as her tasty cunt cream tingled on his tastebuds.
He still hadn't licked her cunt.
"Daddy," she whispered, her voice husky. "Breakfast is hot."
It was not the kind of breakfast that was likely to get cold before it was eaten, but he took her point.
Allen pushed his tongue out, and he ran the tip of it up her cuntlips and across her throbbing clit. She wailed and writhed with the thrill. He lapped at her creamy fuckslot, then stabbed his tongue up her sodden pussy. He groaned with passion. He used his fingertips to spread her cuntlips wide open, then his hot tongue fluttered far up her foaming pussy channel, lapping out her juices.
"Oh!" she cried.
His nimble tongue licked and quivered up her cunt.
Allen fitted his mouth to her pussy, and he began to suck steadily, his nimble tongue still churning in her hairy cunt, whipping up a creamy lather. Cuntjuice poured over his tongue, setting his tastebuds sparking wildly. The creamy nectar ran over his sucking lips and into his mouth. He swallowed. He was panting up her cunt now, and she could feel his hot breath inside her. He clamped his parted lips to her open pussy like a suction cup, then began to suck the hot juice from her steadily.
Susan rocked on the edge of the breakfast table.
She clamped her thighs around his buried face, as if to hold him trapped against her. But Allen needed no velvet snare to keep him there. He was ravenous for her juice. Her legs rippled and trembled, then parted again, so that she could look down the slope of her body and watch her daddy suck her pussy.
Tremors began to course across her belly, then run in an electric current up her thighs, centering in her pussy. His open mouth was fitted over her whole cunt now, sucking her fuckhole and her clit at the same time, while his hot tongue fluttered inside her.
"Oh! I'm coming!" she wailed.
"Ummm... ummm," he gasped, lusting for her climax, hungry for her sweet nectar. His hands clamped over her hips, tilting her up as if her pussy were a hairy bowl he was draining.
Susan was moaning and whimpering. She churned about, grinding her climaxing cunt around in his face, as the juices began to flood.
His mouth filled up with cream. He gulped the precious stuff down, and she filled his mouth again, her steaming cream flowing out in a deluge. Allen's face was coated with a film of cuntjuice from brow to chin as he devoured her ravenously.
At the very peak, the girl cried out in ecstasy, throwing her head back, pumping her belly in a wild dance of climax. The waves came pouring through her, one following upon the other so fast that they were merging into one. Then they became one... one prolonged, rippling thrill of bliss, draining her completely.
After a long time, the sexy teenager stopped writhing, her arched body braced on her hands, her tits heaving.
Allen kept sucking until he was certain that he had milked out every drop of her creamy climax and worked off every last spasm of her pleasure. Then he raised his head, smiling.
Susan gazed down at his creamy lips.
"Did you enjoy breakfast, Daddy?" she murmured.
"Delicious," he said.
His gaze was fixed on her mouth.
"I think I'll have my breakfast now," said the sultry teenager.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan and her father had been having oral sex together for the past six months. They only did it when Catherine was out of town, and they only did it in the kitchen. At night, they both slept in their separate rooms. Susan would have been willing, and had even suggested that they sleep together, but Allen had refused. He didn't want to fuck his daughter, and he was well aware that if they were naked together in bed he would not be able to resist the urge. Allen had convinced himself that oral sex was not really incest, and he didn't want things to go any further than that.
Beds were for fucking.
And kitchens were for eating.
And they both enjoyed those delicious snacks.
It had happened, the first time, just before Susan's last birthday. Catherine had gone off on one of her frequent business trips and Susan felt a little sorry for her father. She knew that he must get lonely and horny. A sexually precocious girl, Susan had wondered if there was anything that she could do about it. After all, she had to assume most of her mother's duties, the housework and the cooking. Why shouldn't she take care of the more interesting of her handsome father's needs? But she hadn't known quite how to broach the subject. It was true that she had seen the man looking thoughtfully at her, his gaze moving up and down her rapidly maturing body. She thought she had noticed an interest that was more than paternal, but still, she couldn't be sure.
Then, one day, she found him masturbating.
Alan had neglected to lock the bathroom door and, not realizing the room was occupied, Susan had walked in... and stopped dead.
Her father was standing in front of the sink, pulling his big prick up and down. His huge purple cock knob was flaring and starting to drip. His face was contorted by lust. He looked around, startled, when he heard Susan gasp. Expressions of shock and shame came over his face, but she had stepped in just as the horny man was about to blow his wad. Despite himself, he couldn't stop. His fist pumped down and a cloud of creamy jism blossomed from his cockhead, ripping from the knob, drifting sideways, then falling into the basin.
Staring at his daughter, he still could not stop the rhythm of his pounding fist, and he kept on beating his meat as spurt after spurt of hot, thick juice burst out. His fist and his prick seemed to be disconnected from his mind, independently jacking like clockwork. Susan watched while he emptied his balls.
"Excuse me, Daddy," she said, her face bright red with embarrassment. "I didn't know you were... errr... in here."
She turned and left, closing the door.
Ten minutes later, looking most uncomfortable, Allen had come down to the kitchen where Susan was making coffee.
"Honey, I guess we'd better have a talk," he said.
She avoided his gaze, but nodded.
"What you saw me doing... " he said, and paused, deeply embarrassed, aware that his daughter was feeling the same. He cleared his throat. She continued to avoid his gaze. The girl was blushing more than he was. He went on. "I'm sorry you saw that, honey. But I want to explain. It's not really a bad thing. It's just that your mother is away and, well, a man needs sexual release and when his wife isn't there, he has to... to do what you saw me doing."
"I understand," said the girl.
"If I didn't do it, well, I might be tempted to find another woman, you see, and having an affair or going to a prostitute would be a lot worse than masturbating."
"I know," she said.
"I'm glad that you understand," he said.
Allen had been afraid that such a shocking sight might have disturbed the innocent teenager, and he felt relieved that she was taking it as well as she was.
But then she amazed him.
"You know, Daddy... I masturbate, too," she said.
Allen gulped.
He supposed she was old enough, but he was startled to have her admit to it. He didn't know what to say. Susan turned and met his gaze for the first time. He realized that her blushing embarrassment was caused not by what she had caught him doing, but by the reaction that the sight had on her.
Holding his gaze boldly, the girl said: "It's the same thing, you know. If I didn't play with myself, I'd get so hot that... that I'd just have to let some boy do it for me... or maybe even fuck me."
"Errrr... yes. I see your point."
Fantasies were flitting through his mind. He had a flash of his daughter fingerfucking herself and, to his shame, found it most stimulating. Although he had just milked his prick into the sink, it began to get hard again.
Susan had taken a step toward him.
He half turned away, not wanting the girl to notice that the front of his trousers had started to bulge.
"You know, Daddy, I could do that for you," she said.
She had lowered her eyes demurely and blushed a pretty pink again... but she had said it!
"Susan!" he gasped.
He felt light-headed with desire.
"I wouldn't mind, Daddy," she said. "I... I'd like to."
"That would be very wrong," he said, trying to sound paternally stern and disapproving. But his voice quivered, as if his vocal cords were as stiff as his prick.
"When Mommy is out of town," she persisted.
"No!"
"And if you wanted to... you know... to make me come, too, it would keep me from losing my virginity to some boy, maybe."
It sounded logical. At least, Allen wanted to think that it sounded logical. His head was spinning. What was incest, by definition? Surely a handjob wasn't incest? If they didn't go any further than a caress, it would only be a little naughty, not a real sin. And, too, if it kept the girl happy and content at home, so that she didn't become promiscuous with young men...
She had moved closer.
He was very aware of her excitement, her desire. That unholy lust was contagious. They were giving it to each other.
Still, he would have rejected her.
Except that the naughty girl reached out, bolder now that she saw how much the idea appealed to him, and she placed her delicate hand on his cock. She began to rub him through his trousers, stroking his cock and balls.
"Ooooh, it's so big," she purred.
He stared wildly at her, torn between desire and inhibition.
"Shall I do it, Daddy?" she asked, coyly.
Allen couldn't bring himself to say yes, but he could not force himself to say no. He just stood there, his cock and balls swelling in her hand. Naturally, Susan took his silence for permission. She opened his fly, then hauled his prick out. Her eyes widened when she saw how huge it had become. His cock was even bigger and it had been in the bathroom, when he was pulling it himself. It pleased the girl to know that she had inspired him far more than his own hand, his own fantasies.
She folded her fist around his prickroot.
She began skimming up and down, from hilt to knob, then tightened her grip, massaging as she pumped. His foreskin curled up over the ledge behind the crown, then drew back taut, causing his prickhead to flare out.
Susan was staring at his cockhead in fascination.
Allen was gaping at her, hardly able to believe that his little girl was jerking him off. Thoughts danced through his mind. He wished that he hadn't already jacked himself off that morning, that he had a full load of cum for her to pull out. Then he thought that he should warn her to move to the side, so that he didn't shoot all over her... but he still couldn't bring himself to speak.
Then Susan showed him that she was well aware of the danger of getting soaked by his cum.
Stroking steadily with her right hand, the girl pulled her blouse open with her left hand. She wore no bra. Her plump young tits thrust out before him, her nipples stiff and swollen. The surging head of his cock was aimed right at her tits.
A frothy drop of jism oozed out. "Ooooh," she purred, when she saw the sticky glob emerge and slide sluggishly down onto her hand. "Come, Daddy. I want to make you come! Shoot it on my tits!"
Allen groaned, as thrilled by her words as by her touch, driven to a peak of lust greater than he had ever known before.
At last, he managed to speak.
"Here it comes!" he rasped. "Now!"
His bloated balls blew and the thick sap came rushing up his fuckshaft, causing it to expand in her pumping hand. Her fist skimmed down to the hilt, and a jet of jism shot from his cockhead, flying out farther and under more pressure than when he did it himself. The creamy dose splattered on the girl's fat tits. She gurgled with delight and pumped a second, then a third load out, hosing her tits with his hot lava. She kept stroking until his cock and balls were emptied.
When she released him, Allen staggered and almost fell. He leaned back against the table, staring at her, hollow-eyed.
"Was that nice?" she asked, shyly.
Allen nodded, then said: "Yes, honey, perfect."
And then the blushing teenager drew her skirt up above her waist, exposing her bikini- clad groin. The panties were tiny. Allen could see a few wisps of pubic hair curling out from the leghole. He saw that the crotchband was soaking wet with cuntjuice.
"Do me, now?" she asked.
He could hardly refuse, nor did he want to.
She moved up beside him and turned, resting against the table. Allen cupped his hand over her cunt, and he began to rub and fondle her. Susan purred and moaned. Allen hadn't given a girl a handjob in years but he guessed that he remembered how, because his daughter was moaning and squirming as he caressed her. He gently slipped his middle finger up her fuckhole, pushing in and pulling out, while his thumb worked steadily on her clit. In moments, she was gasping and panting.
She creamed on his hand.
Allen continued to finger and fondle until the last spasms of her orgasm had passed.
Then they gazed at each other.
Allen was ashamed, but Susan was smiling dreamily.
"We... we'd better not do that again," he said.
"Yeah... but we will, though," said Susan.
Just as she had initiated the mutual masturbation, the horny teenager initiated the oral sex. They had frigged each other off twice. Catherine had not yet returned. On the third morning, as she jacked his prick she had slowly sunk down onto her knees. She was licking her lips, and her intentions were obvious.
"No!" croaked Allen.
"I want to," Susan whispered.
Her head lowered toward him.
"No, don't!" he said again, but he made no attempt to stop her. The cockhungry girl slipped her lips over his huge prickhead, and she began to nurse and suckle.
"Oh, my God," he groaned.
He stared down, watching his daughter's sweet lips pull and drag on his fuckmeat, seeing the look of pure pleasure in her eyes as she sucked on his cock.
Then she drew her lips away.
Allen thought .that she had gotten enough, that she had been curious to taste a mouthful of cockmeat, and now she was going to finish him off by hand.
But she looked up through lowered eyelashes and said: "I want you to shoot in my mouth now, Daddy. I want to drink your cum!"
She put her mouth back on his cockhead.
And Allen hosed her throat with a hot load.
The girl swallowed every drop, sucking until there was no more to come. She got to her feet. He stared at her cum-soaked lips, awed by what she had done. She drew her skirt up, and he began to finger her cunt. But she gave him a meaningful look, and he knew damned well what she wanted.
So Allen knelt down, buried his face in his daughter's crotch, then sucked her cunt to a foaming climax.
After having sucked each other off the first time, it seemed pointless to go back to the milder pleasures of handjobs. Allen and Susan fell into the routine of giving each other head every morning, when Catherine happened to be out of town.
She had suggested they sleep together.
Allen had resisted... so far.
And now Catherine was away again, and Susan had creamed in his mouth. She was about to suck him off, in return.
They were still avoiding the dangers of the bedroom.
Neither of them realized that there was a different danger in the kitchen; the danger that they could be seen!
CHAPTER THREE
Usually, Catherine went on her frequent business trips alone, but this time the woman next door had gone with her. The Hamiltons and the Mannings were good neighbors and friends. John and Valerie Hamilton were roughly the same age as Allen and Catherine Manning.
Like the Mannings, they had a teenaged daughter, named Belinda. Susan and Belinda got along well together. The two teenagers liked to get together and talk about things... mostly handsome boys.
Unlike Catherine, Valerie did not pursue a career and was content to be a housewife. Sometimes, however, Valerie got restless. She had mentioned this to Catherine a few days before, saying that she was tired of housework and the same old routine. She stressed that she did not want to get a job, but wished that she could get away for a few days. It so happened that Catherine's forthcoming business trip was not taking her any great distance, and she had decided to drive instead of taking an airplane. She suggested that Valerie go with her.
The idea pleased Valerie. She asked her husband if he would mind.
"No, honey," he said. "It'll do you good to take a break. Belinda and I will manage okay without you, for a few days... as long as you behave yourself.
But that was only a joke. Valerie was faithful to him, not at all the sort of woman to commit adultery, although she was a beautiful woman who could have had her choice of lovers. She was a honey blonde with big tits and a heart shaped ass that made men drool. But John trusted his wife and had no qualms about allowing her to take a short vacation.
So it was that Valerie and Catherine had left together, one on business and one on a pleasure trip. And so, too, it was that a man and his teenaged daughter had been left alone together at the Hamiltons, just as they had at the Mannings.
John Hamilton had already left for the office.
Belinda was still at home, trying to decide what to wear; that is, which of her outfits would look sexiest and excite the boys at school the most. Although she was a virgin, the blonde girl enjoyed turning boys on and seeing the way they looked at her, almost as if their hot tongues were hanging out.
She didn't expect to be a virgin much longer.
She wanted to get her cunt sucked, too.
The thought of a hot tongue on her soaking pussy thrilled her almost as much as the idea of a fat cock up her cunt. Plus it had the added advantage that, afterwards, she would still be a virgin. But she didn't know any boys whom she could ask to eat her out.
She had become so eager to get sucked off that she had even tried to go down on herself.
She had sat on the edge of her bed and dipped her head down as low as she could between her knees, but her tongue had fallen just short. Then she had fallen back and flung her hips up, her legs arching back over her shoulders, trying to get at her tasty looking cunt that way. Again, she had fallen frustratingly short. So it was that Belinda was in the sort of mood when cuntsucking thrilled her to the marrow or her bones.
She was thinking of her own cunt, of course.
She never expected to see another girl getting tongued.
Belinda was standing in front of her well- stocked closet, rejecting one garment after another. She pondered over a dress that, she knew, clung provocatively to her lush curves. She loved the way that boys looked at her when she wore the dress. It was warm enough for it, today, too, but the weather forecast had mentioned the possibility of rain.
Belinda went over to the window to see if their were any threatening clouds.
She saw no clouds.
But she sure saw something else.
When people are fucking and sucking in the bedroom, they are usually careful to draw the blinds, But because a kitchen is not a place normally associated with sex, it had never occurred to Allen or Susan Manning that someone looking out from the house next door could see in.
And Belinda stared down in amazement as Allen Manning began to eat his juicy breakfast.
Belinda was shocked to the core.
She saw Susan perched on the edge of the table. Her father knelt between her widespread legs, his face working in her crotch. She could even see his tongue flash as it slurped up her creamy fuckslit. It was incredible! Susan was getting her cunt sucked by her father! The shock of it numbed Belinda for a moment. Then that numbness faded, to be replaced by lust and envy.
Oh, lucky Susan!
Belinda wasn't sure what she thought about incest, but she sure as hell envied the darkhaired girl.
She went weak at the knees.
The teenager sank down, kneeling at the windowsill, her eyes glued to the fascinating scene in that kitchen. Her mind was in a turmoil, and her cunt started to smolder.
Automatically, the blonde cupped her hand over her pussy.
Belinda was in the habit of fingerfucking herself regularly, and when her cunt began to burn she started frigging it without even thinking about it. But then she realized what she was doing, and she drew her hand away.
She was going to masturbate soon, but, at the moment, she wanted to concentrate on the intriguing sight below, to let her pussy get hotter and hotter as she watched. The hotter she got, the more she would enjoy the sight, and the more she would enjoy her own orgasm.
Her cunt bubbled with heat, and ribbons of pussy juice unraveled down the insides of her thighs. Her nipples poked out like bullets. Her clit felt hot as she focused with envy, jealousy and lust on Allen Manning at the breakfast table.
She saw Susan's cunt juice pour over her father's tongue and bubble past his lips. She saw his throat work as he swallowed the succulent nectar down. Belinda got so excited that she thought she might faint. Then, at last, Susan stopped writhing. Allen tongued her for a few more moments, then raised his head.
Susan said something, a dreamy smile on her face.
Allen said something, cuntjuice on his.
Then Susan said something else, and her pink tongue glided across her sensual lower lip.
As soon as she had watched Susan cream, and saw Allen lift his head away from the girl's groin, Belinda had started to fingerfuck her own cunt again. Now, once more, she stopped.
Was there more to be seen?
Allen arose from his knees. His huge prick was jutting out, angled up.
Susan slid off the edge of the table, onto her knees.
Belinda gasped with joy.
Not only had she watched a cunt being eaten out, but now she was going to see a cock being sucked!
Belinda's poor pussy would just have a wait awhile longer before she fingerfucked it off.
Chin on the windowsill, cunt on fire, Belinda watched.
CHAPTER FOUR
It hadn't taken Susan long to perfect the art of sucking off a prick. The first time she had given her father a blowjob was, in fact, the first time that she had sucked a cock, although she had wanted to for ages. She had simply taken his prickhead in her mouth and sucked on it while she pumped his fuckshaft in her hand. In effect, she was merely giving him another handjob, but jerking him off in her mouth, rather than on her tits.
She soon learned the variations.
She started at his balls. Allen leaned back against the table, and he thrust his groin out, grimacing with desire. Although he was still reluctant to fuck his daughter, he had lost all his inhibitions about fucking her in the mouth. He had come to look forward to his wife's business trips and his morning blowjobs from his more-than-willing daughter.
His daughter sucked a lot better than his wife did.
Although Catherine was a good fuck, she had never been very enthusiastic about sucking him off, and her lack of enthusiasm showed in her performance. In a way, Allen was content that his wife was not a horny woman, because it meant that he could trust her not to cuckold him... as he was trusting her at the moment.
In fact, Catherine enjoyed giving head.
It was just that she liked to give head to strangers.
Now Susan was lapping at his hairy, swollen balls, curling her hot tongue all around his big sac, her enthusiasm evident. She loved the way his hard balls jiggled around inside the sac, and the thought that those balls held a load of delicious jism that she would soon be drinking.
She cupped his sac in her hands, lifting the meat to her mouth. The teenager was in no hurry and lingered over each stage of the three course breakfast. The best part, of course, was when he would shoot in her mouth, but she enjoyed all of it and liked to make it last as long as possible. She tongued his balls thoroughly, lifting them in order to give the underside a good bathing. His hairy sac was lathered with her saliva. She thought it looked as if the cum they contained was seeping through the skin.
Allen groaned and moaned.
His prick was so hot that it was humming like a tuning fork. As Susan licked his balls, his fat fuckshaft lay alongside her cheek. It felt as if it was burning her.
The cockhungry girl began to work up his prickshaft now.
She flattened her nimble tongue against the root, and she drew it very slowly up, tracing the throbbing vein, to his cockhead. She repeated the long, slow stroke, then fluttered her tongue, criss-crossing back and forth as she worked up the underside. She lingered over the ultra-sensitive spot where his thick, veined shaft flared out into the huge wedge of his cockhead, licking and kissing at his hot knob.
Moving higher, she tongued his cockhead, licking it all over and dipping the tip of her tongue into his piss slit.
A thick glob of pre-cum oozed out.
Susan drew back, watching the slippery slime run slowly down the slope of his cockhead.
"Ummm... yummy," she purred.
Her tongue flicked out and gathered the drop up.
She let it run around on her tastebuds for a moment, then swallowed it down eagerly.
Allen stared at her, amazed and delighted at how utterly depraved and wanton his daughter had become. The enthusiasm that she put into sucking his prick thrilled him, and the eagerness with which she swallowed his jism was just as exciting.
Now she was ready for the main course.
She kissed the tip of his cockhead, then let her lips slowly part, feeding the huge, hot slab into her mouth. She sucked on his prick adoringly, cheeks hollowing inwards, almost inhaling his meat down into her throat. She began to bob her head up and down, as if ducking for apples in a barrel, taking more and more of his prick into her mouth each time she went down.
His cockhead lodged in her throat, and her lips collared his fuckshaft far down. Then she slurped slowly back up, sucking through every precious inch. Her tongue was working against the underside of his cockhead and stalk, bathing him with saliva. As her lips drew up, spit ran down his fuckshaft. Then she went down, gathering her saliva from him.
Soon her saliva blended with his jism.
His cockhead was flowing heavily now, not shooting yet, but weeping out a steady flood of precum. It soaked into her cheeks and set her tongue afloat.
She went down so far that her chin brushed against his swollen balls and her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair.
Allen began to move, humping in and out, fucking her mouth just as if it were a cunt.
Susan's tongue was as hot and tingling as her clit and her throat yearned for jism as much as her pussy. She was starving for his cum now. The teenager began bobbing her head up and down faster as she tried to bring him off.
"Umphhh," she gasped, as his cockhead clogged her throat.
Then her lips drew back up, as she sucked on his meaty prick knob.
His whole body had started to shake, and she knew that he was nearing the peak. In a few moments, he would be hosing her mouth with his hot, thick cum. She yearned for that succulent load, and her mouth watered.
Suddenly, Allen stiffened.
"Here it comes, baby. Drink it!" he rasped.
Susan whimpered in ecstasy.
His prick exploded and his cum shot out in a steaming geyser, filling her mouth. She swallowed, making room for more, and he kept jetting more into her, spurt after spurt of hot jism. There was too much for the girl to swallow, even as ravenous as she was. The foaming slime overflowed her lips and ran down her chin. A drop splashed onto her tits. She kept sucking, her head bobbing up and down, milking him to the bone.
Allen slumped against the breakfast table.
Susan kept sucking until she was sure that she had drained his cock and balls, then she used her tongue to gather up the stray drops which had escaped her lips and run down his prick, onto his balls. She polished his cockhead to a glistening luster.
She sat back on her heels, a contented look on her face.
"What a lovely breakfast, Daddy," she purred.
His prick was softening, emptied. It came down slowly, bobbing as if not certain whether to go all the way down or to stiffen again. Susan eyed it. She knew his cock was being greedy but, if his tasty prick wanted to rise again, she was more than willing to have a second breakfast.
"I sure wish we could fuck," she whispered.
Allen--who was wishing the same thing--looked away.
And Belinda, of course, continued to look on in fascination.
Belinda had never felt so horny in her life... and she had been plenty horny from time to time. She felt as if her whole body were melting and turning into cuntjuice. She had wanted to get her pussy licked and to suck a cock, but now that she had seen the acts of oral love she wanted them far more than ever, wanted them desperately.
She was trying to think.
Where could she get a cock to suck? Where could she find a willing tongue for her pussy?
She was too hot to think clearly.
She had to come, and come soon, before her cunt suddenly ignited, bursting into flames. But she didn't want to leave the window. There might be more to watch!
Then Susan and her father left the kitchen.
After the delicious meal they had both devoured, neither of them were in the mood for scrambled eggs.
Belinda staggered to her feet, and she moved to her bed.
She lay down across it, knees raised and thighs parted. She was panting like a steam engine. Usually, when she fingerfucked off, she liked to linger over the job, slowly building herself up, playing with her plump tits and pulling at her taut nipples before her hands moved down to her pussy. But today she needed no preliminaries. Her cunt was about ready to melt on its own, without so much as a touch.
She used both hands.
Tilting her waist, she fingerfucked in and out of her pussy with one hand while her other hand strummed her clit. Cuntjuice flooded out at the first touch. Her whole crotch was awash with the frothy nectar. She fingerfucked faster, pushing her fingers in up to her knuckles while she vibrated her clit energetically.
She came abruptly.
There was no slow build up, no initial tingle, her cunt simply creamed in one violent surge, flooding her hands and soaking the bed. She lay still for a moment, a look of wonderment on her face, amazed at how good her orgasm had been.
Then she smiled and did it a second time, without even moving her hands from her cunt.
After she had creamed the second time, she was able to think more clearly. Belinda came up with a wicked plan.
She knew where she could get her cunt sucked, and a mouthful of prick.
She would blackmail Susan and Allen Manning!
CHAPTER FIVE
Two hundred miles away, Belinda's mother woke up in a strange bed and, for a moment, wondered where she was. Then the events of the day before came back to her. She and Catherine had driven for hours, then had checked into a motel room. There was a cocktail lounge attached, and Catherine had suggested that they have a couple drinks.
In the bar, men eyed them. They were both beautiful women and nicely contrasted.
Valerie was blonde and blue-eyed, Catherine was dark and sultry, and both of them had fantastic asses and beautiful tits. A gentleman offered to buy them drinks. Then another horny hopeful also offered.
It all seemed like an amusing, but harmless, situation, to Valerie. She had never cheated on her husband, and never intended, but she saw no harm in a little flirtation. She enjoyed the attention, and she was pleased to find that she was still desirable and attractive. Catherine seemed to be in the same flirtatious mood.
After awhile, Valerie had begun to feel a bit tipsy. She was not accustomed to drinking very much. She would have liked to go back to the room, but didn't want to leave Catherine on her own. Catherine, for her part, showed no inclination to break up the party.
They seemed to be in the company of two men now, the others having given up. Jeff and Bill were both good-looking guys, and they obviously thought that they had it made with the two women. Jeff had his arm around Catherine. Bill kept trying to cuddle Valerie. Valerie figured that the fun was over and the guys were getting too serious. Then, to her surprise, the bartender announced that it was closing time. Valerie was glad of that.
Then Catherine suggested that the two men come back to their room for a drink!
Valerie was astounded.
Didn't Catherine realize that those guys were going to get the wrong idea? That they would naturally take the offer to mean far more than a drink? Was she too intoxicated to understand that this was carrying a harmless flirtation too far ?
Valerie had assumed that Catherine was a faithful wife. It never dawned on her that Catherine might have the very same idea as the two hopeful men.
The men accepted the invitation.
Valerie had tried to catch Catherine's eye, giving her a warning glance but, if Catherine noticed it, she did not respond. Valerie didn't know what to do. After all, the room was Catherine's, as well as hers, and she couldn't very well prevent her having guests.
"I... I don't think this is a good idea," she said.
"Oh, don't be silly," said Catherine, blithely.
Valerie turned to Bill.
"I hope you don't think... " she began.
But he merely laughed. The four of them left the bar together. Valerie was disturbed, but the other three were laughing merrily. Jeff and Catherine walked on ahead. His arm was around her waist, and she was rubbing up against him sensually. Valerie began to realize that maybe Catherine was not such a proper wife, after all.
Ten minutes later, she knew it for a fact.
The room had two double beds. As soon as she had poured them all a drink, Catherine sat down on one bed, with Jeff beside her. To Valerie's horror, they began to kiss and fondle each other. Valerie looked away, embarrassed, then looked back, fascinated. They were kissing and Catherine was pushing her tongue into his mouth!
Valerie stood in the corner, her arms crossed in front of her, stiff and disapproving. She supposed that Catherine was behaving this way because she was intoxicated, but it was still scandalous behavior. It made the situation tricky for Valerie, as well, because the other fellow was obviously expecting the same sort of favors from her. What kind of woman did they think they were? Well, maybe Catherine was that kind of woman. But Valerie certainly wasn't, and she began to get annoyed.
Bill was pawing her.
"You'll have to leave," she said, firmly.
He looked surprised, then hurt.
"Aw, c'mon... be nice," he wheedled.
"Catherine, I don't know what you think you're doing, but this situation is getting out of hand!" Valerie snapped.
Catherine was on her back by this time, with Jeff leaning over her. His mouth was clamped on hers and he was starting to massage her upthrust tits. The lovers disengaged when they heard Valerie address her. Both of them looked at her in surprise. Bill was looking annoyed and very disappointed.
"Why, what's wrong?" asked Catherine.
"What's wrong!" Valerie exclaimed.
"Don't you like Bill?" asked Catherine. Then she giggled. "Want to swap?"
Valerie couldn't believe it.
"Catherine, we're married women," she said.
"Sure, but our husband's aren't here," replied the sultry woman, with a meaningful grin.
"Well, you do what you like," Valerie said, really angry now, her disapproval evident.
"But I'm going to bed... alone!"
"Don't let us stop you," Jeff said.
"I might as well split," said Bill, glowering, annoyed that his friend had struck it lucky while he had been left out in the cold.
"Oh, don't go," Catherine said.
"What's the point in staying when this bitch has turned frigid and prudish on me?" he growled.
Catherine gave him a wicked look.
"I'm not frigid," she said. "You can both have me."
"Well, now!" said Bill enthusiastically. He moved over to the other bed.
Jeff didn't look so enthusiastic about the idea of sharing the woman, but he made no objections. Valerie, of course, was truly shocked, dismayed, and totally scandalized. Not only was her neighbor going to commit adultery, but she was going to get gangbanged!
Catherine was lying on her back, her dress hiked up, one man snuggling on either side. They were feeling her tits and rubbing her thighs. Valerie stared at the scene, horrified and fascinated at the same time. She saw Jeff's hand move up under Catherine's skirt. Catherine moaned softly and began to squirm as he fingered her cunt.
It was too much for faithful Valerie.
She turned out the lights.
It was too late to leave the motel now, nor did she have any means of transport. She got undressed in the dark, then slipped into the vacant bed, vowing to have a serious confrontation with Catherine in the morning. She had no intention of continuing on this trip with a woman who behaved so outrageously.
She lay awake for a long time.
The other bed was squeaking and groaning. The three occupants were panting and whimpering and moaning. Valerie tried not to listen, but could not help overhearing those passionate sounds. Once, she distinctly heard Catherine say: "Like that! Like that! I'm coming!" And she heard one of the men say: "I'm gonna shoot again, baby!"
Despite her disapproval, Valerie found that she was getting turned on by the situation.
She looked towards the other bed. The room was in darkness and she could see just a shadowed blur, but a blur that was steadily humping as one of the men took his turn fucking Catherine. Valerie flushed with shame. She could not deny the fact that her pussy was starting to heat and cream. She tried to will herself to fall asleep, but failed. She felt so hot that she thought her whole body must be glowing in the dark.
Then she did a thing that she had not done in years.
Slipping a hand between her thighs, she played with her clit until she had a shuddering orgasm.
After it was over, she felt deeply ashamed of herself, but the handjob had released her. Soon enough, she drifted into a fitful slumber, and she did not awaken until morning.
In the morning, of course, the room was no longer dark.
And the two men were still there.
Valerie was on her side, facing away from the other bed. She lay still, recalling the things that had transpired, remembering Catherine's disgraceful behavior. There were no sounds coming from the other bed now. Valerie was wondering if she could manage to get dressed without awakening them. She was just about to jump up, snatch her clothing and make a dash for the bathroom when she heard a soft moan.
She lay quietly, pretending to be asleep.
"Ummm, that's nice, baby. That's how I like to be awakened," Jeff said. There was another moan and a sigh.
What was going on? What on earth was Catherine doing to him now? It occurred to Valerie that if she turned her head slightly she would be able to see. Very slowly, she turned onto her back, as if tossing in her sleep, and looked through narrowed eyes at the other bed. She had to stifle a gasp.
Jeff was sprawled out on the back, spread- eagled.
Catherine's head rested on his belly, and she was gently, lazily nursing on his prick. Her lips pulled softly on his fat cockhead and her tongue glided around it.
Bill was stretched out on the other side, and Catherine had one hand on his prick, jacking him slowly up and down.
Valerie, who was really quite innocent and naive, thought that sucking a cock was even more wicked than getting fucked. She was always reluctant to suck her husband's cock and only did it as a special favor, seldom to a conclusion. She just gave him a few licks and a slurp as a preliminary to more normal lovemaking. But thinking it perverted only made the sight more fascinating and, despite herself, Valerie could not tear her eyes from the scene.
Catherine drew her lips away, licking them.
"Hey, don't stop, baby," Jeff rasped. "Don't you want a nice drink on a stick this morning?"
But Catherine had turned and was mouthing Bill's prick now, her head bobbing up and down. His cock was rising, and it lifted her head like a lever prying up a rock.
"Ummmm," she purred, evidently enjoying the swelling mouthful.
Then she pulled away again.
Both men stared at her, hopefully.
Valerie was also staring. By this time, she didn't know what she felt. She had never been a voyeur before, and thought it was disgusting. Yet she could not deny the thrill that filled her as she secretly watched her friend performing oral artistry on the man's big pricks.
"C'mon, honey, suck me off," Jeff pleaded.
"Suck us both off," Bill suggested.
Catherine smile impishly.
"I am a little hungry this morning," she said.
"Yeah! That's a girl," Jeff said encouragingly.
"But I don't want to blow both of you," Catherine added. "I get so hot when I'm sucking a prick. I'll have to save one of your big hard-ons for my cunt."
"That ain't no hardship," Bill said gallantly.
"Blow me, then Bill can fuck you," Jeff suggested.
"Ummm... why not at the same time?" Catherine whispered huskily. "I love having a cock in both ends at once."
Both men obviously found that an agreeable suggesting, and the idea thrilled Valerie.
It was truly perverted and sinful and depraved... and Valerie was eager to watch it take place!
Catherine rose onto her knees, her big tits drooping down like ripe fruit, ready to be plucked. Kneeling between Jeff's sturdy thighs, she lowered her head to take his throbbing prick into her mouth. She began to bob up and down on it, her lips collaring his fuckshaft as she fed almost all of it into her face.
Bill knelt behind her ass.
He fitted his prick into her sodden cunt, then shoved the whole thing up her pussy to the root. He held the full penetration for a few moments, grimacing with the pleasure of having every inch of his stiff cock bedded in her hot, juicy cunt. Catherine squirmed around, her firm-globed ass grinding as she worked her pussy around on his prick. She reached back between her thighs to hold his balls.
Bill began to fuck her doggy-style.
He fed his cock meat into her cunt with long, rippling, underslung strokes, pulling out until only his prick tip remained inside, pausing, then slamming in to the hilt again. Her lush hips were being tilted up by his powerful thrusts, rocked and tossed about by his steady assault. Catherine was gurgling with joy, the sounds muted and muffled on the meaty prick upon which she was sucking.
Valerie's eyes shifted back and forth as she gazed in awe.
She saw Catherine's enflared cuntlips drag outward as Bill pulled his prick out, and she watched Catherine's mouth drag up Jeff's cock, ribbons of saliva running down his fuckshaft. Then her mouth would descend on the big tower again, sucking steadily, inhaling, bringing him to a groaning ecstasy.
Catherine was timing it, wanting both men to shoot in her at the same instant, to feel a flood of jism wash into her cunt as she felt a geyser whitewash her tonsils.
Jeff seemed more ready to climax.
She stopped bobbing her head and nursed gently on his cockhead while she waited for Bill to grow hotter. Her talented cunt muscles sucked and pulled on his plunging cockmeat. She squeezed his balls, as if to pump his jism out under pressure. Bill's cock swelled larger inside her. He was starting to moan. Now Bill seemed to be ahead, and Catherine began working on Jeff's cock again. She took his whole big prick into her mouth so that the fiery knob was running right down her throat.
Her cunt was creaming.
Thick ribbons of cuntjuice ran down her thighs and her whole pussy was foaming with it.
Her mouth was watering, her tongue sparking like her clit, and her saliva was as frothy as her pussyjuice as she hungered for the hot load of Jeff's thick jism.
Her lips slurped and her pussy squished.
She was thrashing about wildly between them, skewered by their pricks, coming and coming in a multiple orgasm that ripped through her pussy and turned her cunt to cream. Then Bill gasped and fucked in his fat prick violently. Jeff growled like a beast and fucked up into her mouth.
Both men shot their hot wads at once.
Catherine wailed as she felt a thick stream squirt into her pussy and gasped as another thick stream poured into her mouth. Her cunt muscles rippled, milking Bill's cock to the bone, and her mouth worked ravenously, sucking Jeff's balls dry.
The men kept fucking until they were emptied.
Catherine took it all and yearned for more.
And Valerie, crying silently with utter frustration, rubbed her clit, fingered her cunt and tried not to moan too loudly when she reached the peak. Her pussy creamed, empty, on her own hands.
Valerie would never cheat on her husband.
But at the moment, the woman was wishing that she were not such a faithful wife.
Bill and Jeff left shortly afterwards, both grinning with contentment. Catherine led them to the door. She was naked and they paused to fondle her a bit, although both of their pricks were collapsed and their balls deflated.
"See you again, kid?" Jeff asked.
"No," said Catherine simply. "But it was fun, boys."
Valerie still feigned sleep. She waited until she heard the shower running, then mopped up her frothy cunt on the bedsheet before getting up. When Catherine returned from the bathroom, the two women avoided each other's eyes for awhile, each dressing in silence. Valerie guessed that Catherine was ashamed and embarrassed, as she damned well ought to be! The night before, she had at least had the excuse of being drunk, but that scene this morning had taken place while she was sober.
"I suppose that you think I was a naughty girl last night?" Catherine finally said.
"It's your body," said Valerie, coldly. Then, sarcastically, she added: "No, that's not right... it seems to be anyone's body."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Valerie."
"Look, Catherine, I never knew that you were promiscuous, or I wouldn't have come on this trip with you," Valerie said. "I don't give a damn if you want to get fucked, but don't expect me to take part in it. I'm not like that."
Catherine looked sheepish.
"I was drunk," she said. "I didn't know what I was doing."
Valerie almost said: What about this morning, in that case? Didn't you know you were fucking and sucking then? But she couldn't say it because she couldn't admit that she had been awake and watching... and fascinated by the sight, as well.
"You won't... you won't tell anyone, will you?" asked Catherine.
"Allen, you mean?"
"Well, sure. But you won't mention it to John either, huh? I mean, he might tell Allen."
Valerie stared frigidly at the shameless adulteress. "I'm not likely to, am I? How do you think that my husband would feel if he knew I spent the night in a motel room with you and two strange men? I was innocent, but do you think he'd believe it? No, I won't tell, Catherine, but your behavior was abominable.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I was so irresponsible."
But it was fun, boys, Valerie mimicked, silently.
"I think that I had better take a bus back home," Valerie said. "I don't really want to continue this trip if you're going to carry on the way you did last night."
"Oh, don't do that. For one thing, Allen and John will wonder why you changed your mind."
That was true, Valerie thought. But still...
"Look, I promise not to misbehave again, okay?" Catherine said.
"Well."
Catherine grinned, making a joke of it now. She held a hand up, palm out, as if taking an oath, and said: "I swear that I won't bring two men to our room again, okay?"
Valerie laughed.
"Okay," she said.
And Catherine kept her vow, in her fashion.
The next night, she did not bring two men to the room.
CHAPTER SIX
Belinda had been squirming at her desk all morning, impatient for the chance to talk to Susan Manning. At lunch time, she made a point of sitting at the same table with the darkhaired girl. Belinda had considered several ways to work the conversation around to what she was interested in. She decided that being direct was probably going to be as effective as any approach. She saw no reason why she should be shy or embarrassed... not with a girl who sucked her father's cock. She glanced around to make sure that no one else was within earshot.
"Your dad has a big prick, doesn't he?" she said.
Susan stared at her in amazement.
"How... what... " she stammered, in confusion.
Belinda was amused at Susan's reactions, and she giggled.
"I saw you this morning," she said.
"Saw what?"
"What you and your father were doing in the kitchen."
"Oh!" cried Susan, blushing.
"I saw him eat you out, and I saw you suck him off," Belinda added, just to make sure that Susan realized that she knew exactly what was happening.
"Oh dear!" Susan wailed, mortified. "Don't worry. You don't have to be embarrassed, Susan. It looked like fun to me."
"You... you won't tell anybody?"
"Well, maybe not."
"Please don't tell!"
"Maybe we can make a deal."
Susan, suspicious, cocked her head and lifted an eyebrow. Did Belinda want Susan to do her homework or something?
"What kind of deal?" she asked.
Belinda lowered her voice and said: "I want to get my cunt sucked off, Susan. If your father will do it for me, I won't tell anyone what I know about you."
Susan was shocked by the brazen request. "I might want to suck his cock, too, but mostly I want to have my pussy sucked." Susan didn't know what to say. Her daddy would probably jump at the chance to eat the blonde girl's juicy pussy, under other circumstances, but how would he react to blackmail? Susan was afraid that if her father found out Belinda knew about their incestuous relationship, he might decide to terminate the arrangement. That was the last thing the girl wanted to happen. She enjoyed her father's prick and tongue. She also felt jealous of him and hated to think of him giving head to another girl.
"Well?" Belinda asked.
"Gee, if Daddy finds out that you saw us, he'll be awfully ashamed, Belinda. He might eat you out to keep you quiet, but he might stop eating me out, too!"
"Well, that's your problem."
"You're being horrid!" Susan said.
"Yeah, but I'm hot for it, is why. It looked so good, I've just got to get my cunt lapped, Susan."
Susan considered the situation for a few minutes.
Then she saw a solution to the problem. "Does it have to be my dad? I mean, you just want to get sucked off, right? It doesn't matter who does it?"
"Well... no, I guess not."
"Suppose... suppose I do it for you?" Susan asked, blushing.
"You? But you aren't a lesbian."
"Gee, of course not. But I'd be willing to go down on you in order to make you happy... and keep you quiet."
Belinda didn't know what she thought of that suggestion. Would it be as good with a girl as with a guy? Well, a tongue was a tongue, it couldn't make much difference what sex the tonguer was. It might even be more fun, she thought. She gazed at Susan. Her friend was a very pretty, sexy girl, and the thought of having that cute face buried between her thighs was exciting.
"Have you ever done that?" she asked. Susan shook her head.
"No," she said. "But I've thought about it a lot. I mean, I'm not a dyke, but I wouldn't mind trying it, just to see what it's like. I might even enjoy it."
Belinda was getting very hot at the prospect. "Okay," she said. "If you will suck me off after school, I won't say a word about what I know, and I won't make your father do it. I might even give you a lick, too."
Now Susan was getting horny.
She figured that it would be no hardship to pay off the sexy blackmailer in that sexual currency. And if Belinda was willing to return the favor, it might be very interesting. By the time that they returned to their classes, both girls' cunts were smoldering. And both of their mouths were watering, eager to know what it was like to lap a pussy, to make another girl come with a tonguing.
Belinda was surprised to realize that she was as eager to do it as she was to have it done. It was a perverted thing to do, of course, but it was all the more thrilling because of that. She hoped that she enjoyed it. It was going to be very handy to get together with the girl next door and suck each other off whenever they felt like it.
Belinda couldn't concentrate on her biology exam that afternoon. And there was something so erotic about her dreamy expression that a lot of the horny boys in her class did not concentrate on their exams, either. They looked at her instead, their pricks rising under their desks as if, like periscopes, they wanted to surface and get a look for themselves.
Belinda would normally have noticed all their attention and basked in it. But today she was thinking so much about what was going to happen that afternoon that she was hardly aware of a dozen hard-ons.
At last the final bell rang.
Belinda stopped at her locker, then hurried out. She found Susan waiting in front of the school, as they had arranged. It was a relief. Belinda had been afraid that the dark-haired girl might have changed her mind during the course of the afternoon. But from the way that Susan greeted her with a sexy smile and a slow wink, Belinda realized that Susan was as eager as she was to explore the mysteries and pleasures of oral sex.
The two teenagers walked off together.
Several young men whistled at them, and both girls responded by swinging their hips and shaking their asses as they walked.
"I was afraid you might back out," said Susan.
"Gee, no, I'm dying for some tongue," Belinda replied.
"Well, yeah... but with me being a girl, I mean."
"Ummm, but I'm a girl, too," Belinda said, with a smile.
"You're a blackmailer," Susan said, smiling, too. "But I'm glad that you are. Like I said, I've thought about doing it a whole lot, but I might never have gotten around to it if you hadn't brought the subject up. And... " She gave Belinda a steady sideways glance. "And when I've thought about doing it, Belinda, lots of the time, I thought about doing it with you. I even pretended that we were. Sometimes I'd fingerfuck myself, then lick my fingers and imagine that I was licking your pussy. And I'd play with my cunt and pretend that my fingers were your fingers or your tongue."
Belinda was getting turned on. It made her feel warm and wanted to know Susan was doing it willingly. Belinda was so eager to get sucked off that she would have made Susan do it--and enjoyed it--even if Susan had not liked the idea. But knowing that the other girl would be doing it by choice made the act much more thrilling.
"I even tried to go down on myself," Belinda admitted.
"Oooh, did you?" Susan squealed.
"Yeah. I couldn't quite manage it. But when I got my face down close to my cunt, well, it was making me hungry. You know? I mean, I tried to do it to get my rocks off, but then I realized that I would enjoy tonguing myself as much as getting tongued."
"You mean you want to eat me out, too?"
"Yeah, that's what I mean."
Walking along together, the girls looked at each other, their eyes glowing with their shared lust. They were both smiling, but their smiles were tense, with lips trembling, tongues sliding back and forth.
"Oh, yes... this is gonna be fun," Susan sighed.
Belinda didn't doubt that for a moment. Since both of their mothers were away and their fathers at work, the girls had a choice of houses. They decided to go to Susan's. Once there, they went straight up to Susan's bedroom. Belinda had often been in that room before, since they had been friends for some time. But the room looked different today, as if the structure of the house had been changed by their intentions. They stood looking at each other for a few moments, equally eager to get on with it, but feeling a bit shy now that the moment was at hand.
Then Susan began to unbutton her blouse.
Belinda did the same.
They watched each other as they got undressed, thrilled by the sight, admiring each other's sexy young bodies as they were revealed. They took everything off. Then they stood, side by side, looking at their reflections in the full-length mirror. They were nicely contrasted. Belinda's plump tits were a bit bigger, but both sets of tits were firm, upright and capped by stiff nipples. Belinda's pubic hair was like spun gold, and Susan's dark vee was a jungle of tangled curls.
They began petting and stroking each other, still watching in the mirror. Belinda slid a hand down, and she cupped the taut globes of Susan's ass while Susan fondled Belinda's tits. Then Susan lowered her head, and she began to mouth Belinda's fat tits, pulling on her nipples, running her tongue over the smooth slopes, then licking up the deep cleavage. This foreplay was making the girls hotter and hotter, and it thrilled them to watch themselves in the mirror as they fondled together.
Susan moved back and forth between Belinda's tits, sucking on each nipple in rotation. Belinda slipped her hand down over Susan's hot ass and into her cunt, dipping her fingers into the dark girl's soaking fuckslit. Susan's pussy sucked at her fingers.
Belinda could hear the soft, moist sounds that Susan's cunt made as she fingerfucked into it. She imagined how the girl's steaming, flooded pussy would react to her tongue.
Susan's head finally came up, her pursed lips popping from a swollen nipple. The girls kissed each other on the mouths, lips parted and grinding, twirling hot tongues back and forth, panting into each other's mouth.
"Let's get on the bed," whispered Susan.
"Ummm, let's," Belinda agreed.
The blonde teenager moved to the bed.
"Just a second," Susan said, and she paused to tilt the mirror so that they could see their reflections from the bed.
Then she joined Belinda.
The girls stretched out, belly to belly, with their feet toward the mirror so that they could see each other's cunts. They kissed and fondled some more. The teenagers rubbed their tits together and brushed their thighs against each other, working their simmering, sodden pussies around on each other's legs. They fingerfucked each other, fascinated by the sight of what they were doing. Both of their cunts were wide open, their fuck slits parted into oval slots and flooded with creamy cunt- juice. Their clits were like sticks of dynamite.
"Want me to go down on you now?" Susan whimpered, speaking right into Belinda's open mouth.
Without waiting for a reply, Susan began to move down, pausing to suck at Belinda's tits and halting again to tongue out her belly button.
Belinda stretched out on her back, her knees slightly raised and her thighs wide apart, moaning with need.
Susan's tongue rustled through her golden pubic hair.
Then she went lower, past her friend's groin, and she began to run her tongue up the blonde girl's sleek thighs, leaving glistening saliva trails, stopping just short of her cunt. Belinda began to writhe with lust, her hips rotating and her ass churning. Susan was teasing her, lapping up to the crease where her legs joined her body, but not yet tonguing the girl's steaming pussy.
Her pretty face was a mask of desire- now.
She spread Belinda's cuntlips wide-open with her fingers. Her face was poised over the girl's soaking fuckslit, looking hungrily at the tasty pussy that she was about to gobble.
Belinda had a terrible thought that perhaps Susan might back out now, at the last moment. In the mirror, she could only see the back of Susan's head. She looked down along the arched slope of her own body and saw that the look on Susan's face was not one of doubt or hesitation. Horny Susan was simply enjoying the pleasure of the anticipation, before she began to feed.
Susan was licking her lips, her mouth watering, her eyes glowing with hunger. She glanced up at Belinda's face and gave her an excited little smile with trembling lips.
Then Susan began to eat cunt.
She had never done it before but, as she said, she had thought about it a great deal and knew just how to go about it. Holding Belinda's cuntlips open, she pushed her hot tongue in and out, then slurped up her friend's juicy pussy and tongue the girl's clit.
Belinda moaned in pure ecstasy.
Susan fitted her mouth to Belinda's cuntlips, and she began to suck hungrily, her nimble tongue working like a vibrator.
It was even better than Belinda had imagined it would be.
And doing it was even better than Susan had hoped for. The girl was eager to make Belinda come, to know the thrill of having a cunt cream in her mouth. She began using her hands as well as her tongue and lips, finger- fucking into Belinda's hot fuck hole with three stiff fingers. She pushed them in up to her knuckles, turning them about, while her mouth worked ravenously on Belinda's hot clit and her tongue flashed in and out.
"Ummm, ummm, ummmm," she purred.
"Oooooh," wailed Belinda.
, Belinda clamped her thighs around Susan's face, snaring her in a velvet trap. Then she threw them wide again so that she could watch the girl gobble on her cunt. Susan's lips were pressed to Belinda's pussy lips like a suction cup, glued there by saliva and cuntjuice. Thick ribbons of fuck nectar poured over her questing tongue, bubbling past her lips, and she swallowed the sweet honey eagerly.
"Come," Susan whimpered. "Come for me, Belinda."
Belinda was so hot that she felt numb. She couldn't tell if she was coming or not. Then tremors began to race across her belly and dart spasmodically up her thighs, joining together in her cunt, swirling and breaking in a whirlpool of sensation.
"Yes... yes... I'm coming!" Belinda cried.
She was at the crest. The waves could come no higher, no faster. They were racing together, one following the other so fast that they had merged into one tidal wave of sensation. Her ass humped up and down, her belly pumped, her thighs worked like pistons as she ground her foaming cunt around in her friend's eager face. Her cuntjuice flooded out. Her clit exploded. Susan hungrily drank Belinda's hot juices, adoring the taste and the texture, thrilled to know that she had brought the sexy blonde off with her mouth.
At last, Belinda stopped squirming.
Susan continued to suck and tongue as she made certain that she had lapped out every last spasm of the blonde's orgasm and milked out every drop of her cuntjuice.
Then she raised her face, smiling happily, cuntjuice lathered on her lips and coating her tongue.
"Nice?" she purred.
"Oh! It was wonderful, Susan," sighed Belinda. "Was it nice to do it, too?"
"Ummm. Your cunt is delicious," Susan said.
She gave one last loving lick, then moved up the bed and into Belinda's arms. As they kissed, Belinda licked the residue of her own coming off Susan's lips. The taste of her own cuntjuice thrilled her. It worked like an appetizer, making her hungrier than ever for Susan's cunt. Now that Belinda's pussy was satisfied, the girl found that she was ravenous for the other half of the mutual act.
"Let me go down on you now," she whispered.
"Ummm, yes," Susan sighed, but she still held Belinda in her arms, kissing her and fondling her, enjoying the slow build-up before she got her own pussy sucked. Unlike Belinda, Susan had been sucked off often by her father, and the act held no mysteries for her. She was more thrilled by the thought that it was another girl who was going to eat her out than she was by the thought of coming on a suck.
But Belinda was starving for cunt.
"Let me, let me," she panted.
Susan rolled away, legs parting.
"Do it nice and slow," she sighed. "We've got all afternoon."
But, in fact, the cuntsucking teenagers didn't have as much time alone together as they thought.
* * *
Both Allen Manning and John Hamilton were coming home earlier than usual today... and both of them were horny.
Allen had so much enjoyed eating his daughter's cunt for breakfast that he was planning on having it again for dinner. The prospect was making him so hungry that he decided to knock off work as soon as school got out and his daughter would be at home. So it was that even as Susan was discovering the joys of sucking hot cunt, her father was already driving home, eager to suck some cunt himself.
Allen was in for a big surprise.
John Hamilton, who had no incestuous relationship going for him, was horny for a different reason. For one thing, he missed his wife. Although he trusted her and was not at all worried that she might be unfaithful to him while she was out of town, he had been fuckless without her, and it had been a frustrating night. John and Valerie didn't fuck every night when she was home, but the fact that she wasn't available had made him want her all the more.
The urge was made more urgent when he mentioned to his secretary that his wife was away for a few days. She had hinted quite provocatively that she would be willing to have lunch with him if John was feeling lonely. She was a sexy lady with red hair, big tits and a grinding ass, and John had been sorely tempted. She moved around the office, shaking her ass, pushing her tits out and giving him meaningful looks. John had felt himself weakening. But he was determined not to succumb to his adulterous desires.
His cock got harder and harder. His secretary, noticing the rise in his pants, shook her ass all the more and even licked her lips. John figured that if he stayed there with the redheaded woman much longer, he was going to simply have to fuck her or get her to blow him. He knew that he would feel terribly ashamed and guilty... afterwards. And the damned woman would probably ask him for a raise. So John decided to go home early.
His secretary was obviously disappointed when he left, taking his big prick with him. In fact, she stayed at the office and fucked herself silly with the dildo that she kept in the filing cabinet--under R for rubber prick--but John knew nothing of that. He was driving home, feeling quite proud of himself or his willpower in resisting the redhead. But his cock was pounding wildly away and his balls felt like over-inflated balloons between his legs.
John intended to jack off in the privacy of his own home.
He even thought that he might find a pair of his wife's dirty panties, then tongue the crotch- band a bit before jerking off in them.
Like Allen, John was in for a big surprise.
CHAPTER SEVEN
With the very first lick, Belinda knew that she was going to adore sucking Susan's cunt, or any juicy cunt, come to that. Flattening her nimble tongue, she ran it slowly up the darkhaired girl's fuckslit, dipping into her soaking pussy, then flipping across her tingling clit. She was lapping slowly and steadily, wanting to make Susan cream, but in no hurry for that climax. She enjoyed the eating so much that she was willing to carry on for hours. She traced up her friend's cuntlips, then stabbed into her smoldering hole.
Susan whimpered and whined. Despite her inexperience, the blonde girl was every bit as talented a cuntsucker as her daddy was. And Belinda was whimpering and whining, too, as she thrilled to the succulent feast.
Even before she had finished sucking off that first cunt, Belinda was already wondering which of her girlfriends would like to have their pussies eaten out, and was willing to return the favor. She could think of half a dozen likely prospects, and she looked forward to a whole lot of merry cuntlapping sessions.
Susan began to pant and vibrate.
But Belinda was enjoying it so much that she didn't want her friend to come so soon. She slowed down the action. Then she drew her face away, waiting for Susan's cunt to cool down a little before she lapped it some more. She tongued for a few minutes, then paused. She sucked a little and paused again, bringing Susan close to the crest, then letting her subside a bit.
Susan thrashed about in ecstasy. Her hips rolled from side to side. It gave Belinda the idea that it might be fun to eat her cunt from the back for a little variation. She turned Susan over onto her belly, then dipped her face into the girl's creamy crotch that way. Susan's firm ass heaved.
Belinda, feeling very depraved, moved up, and she began to run her tongue up the crack of Susan's ass. She spread her asscheeks apart and lapped between. Then she dipped her tongue right into the girl's tight little asshole and rimmed her out.
Susan gasped and wailed at the unexpected assault.
Belinda alternated between asshole and cunt, her face bobbing up and down. Then she clamped her mouth over Susan's flooded cunt and began to suck steadily, ready to bring her off.
Shuddering, Susan creamed.
A flood of hot cuntjuice poured into Belinda's eager mouth, and she drank it down greedily, then sucked for more. She whimpered with joy as she nursed lovingly on her friend's sweet pussy and milked her steaming fuckhole to the dregs.
"Cuntsucking is so much fun," Belinda said, rising from her creamy feast.
"It sure is," enthused Susan.
"Want to do it again?"
"Yeah. I'll tell you what, Belinda. Let's sixty-nine the next time! That way we can come together!"
"Oh, yes!" Belinda squealed, eager to find out what it was like to have pleasure at both ends at once.
Susan started to turn around, and Belinda waited expectantly to couple up, head to cunt, at both ends... when Allen Manning called from downstairs.
"Susan... you home?" he shouted.
"Oh, damn!" Belinda said.
"Gee, Daddy's home early," Susan said.
"I guess we got to stop, huh?"
"Well, maybe he just came home to get something he forgot. Maybe he'll be going back to work."
"Gee, I sure hope so," Belinda said, dismayed at the thought that she might have to pass up further cuntlapping now that she had just gotten a taste for it.
"I'll go downstairs and see," Susan said. She hopped up, pulled on her shorty nighty, then grinned and leaned down to give Belinda a kiss on the cunt before she hurried out.
Belinda waited hopefully. She was as hot as if she hadn't already come. She dipped her fingers into her soaking cunt, then brought them to her lips and licked them. But lapping up her own cuntjuice was a poor substitute for a drink out of her friend's hairy pussy.
Belinda could hear them talking downstairs.
She decided to tiptoe down the hall and listen in, to find out if she was going to be denied another session with Susan.
Allen was in the kitchen when Susan came downstairs.
She noticed straight off that he had a hard- on sticking out of his pants, and he noticed that she was wearing only her sexy shorty nightgown. He gave her a grin.
"Making dinner?" he said.
Susan giggled.
"I was just going to have a shower," she said.
But her father was more interested in showering her throat with a stream of cum, and he patted his bloated crotch meaningfully.
Susan was flustered for a moment. But she saw no way out of it, nor was the thought of blowing him unattractive. A mouthful of prick and jism might go down really well after the cunt she'd eaten. Then, after she'd taken care of him, she could return to Belinda for some more tongue and pussy. She moved towards her father, reaching for his fly.
But Allen wanted to have a snack of her cunt first, before she blew him. He turned the girl around so that her ass rested against the edge of the table, and he sank down onto his knees. Lifting the hem of her nighty, he began to lap her cunt with long, rippling tongue- strokes.
Ummmm, she sighed.
Belinda would just have to go hungry for awhile.
Belinda had sneaked down to the head of the stairs to listen in on the conversation, but the words had stopped.
She heard a soft, fluid slurp.
She knew damned well what that sound was caused by, having just been making it, herself, and the girl was filled with frustration. She longed for some more of Susan's cunt, and Susan's greedy father was gobbling it up, instead. Well, she guessed that there would be plenty left for her, but she hated having to wait for it. Her pussy was simmering and her tongue was tingling.
Then she had a good idea.
Belinda had really enjoyed watching Susan and Allen eat each other that morning, and she figured that she would slip quietly downstairs and peer around the kitchen door, getting another eyeful. She was stark naked, but that didn't trouble her because she figured that Allen would be too busy to notice her. His head was almost certainly buried between his daughter's thighs. Thrilled by the prospect of watching the scene, the oversexed girl tiptoed down the stairs, then up to the entrance to the kitchen. She carefully looked into the room.
Sure enough, Allen Manning could not see her or anything else, with his head buried in juicy cuntmeat.
But Susan saw her.
The girls exchanged a glance and a conspiratorial grin. Belinda cupped her hot cunt in her hand and settled down to enjoy the sight. Susan didn't mind having her friend watch. In fact, it added a new dimension to the thrill of the act.
But neither girl realized that John Hamilton was also a fascinated observer from the house next door.
John had arrived home at the same time as Allen Manning. He had gone into the house, calling out to see if Belinda was home. He was pleased when there was no reply. It meant that he would not have to lock himself in the bathroom to beat his cockmeat, but could do it in the bedroom, for comfort.
John went up to his room, and he began looking for a pair of his wife's soiled panties. The faithful husband was determined to think about Valerie, not his secretary, while he jacked himself off. He looked in the dirty clothes hamper, but had no luck. Valerie had done the laundry before she went away. He looked in her dresser and found plenty of panties there, but they were all clean, which defeated his purpose.
He wondered if his daughter had any soiled panties in her room.
John was a little ashamed of himself at the thought of using the girl's underwear for such a depraved purpose, but he had really gotten turned on by the idea of using some panties for his masturbation. It wasn't as if he were doing anything incestuous, he told himself... even as he felt a dark, surging lust at the idea of tasting his daughter's juice-stained panties, and coming into them. It was going to be hard to think of his wife while he used his daughter's underwear, he knew, but the idea was too stimulating to reject.
John went into Belinda's bedroom.
Sure enough, he found some dirty panties in her hamper.
They were tiny bikini panties and the narrow crotchband was stained with her juices. He gazed thoughtfully at the garment, wondering if Belinda had soaked her panties with cuntjuice in a horny mood. He held them up to his face and sniffed, then ran his tongue up the crotch. It was most definitely cuntjuice.
His daughter's cuntjuice!
Despite himself, despite knowing it was perverted and feeling ashamed, John was thrilled by what he was doing. He continued to lap at the cum-soaked panties, and to suck them into his mouth. The heat of his mouth caused the cuntjuice to melt and he drank a bit.
His prick was thundering frantically.
He decided to go ahead and jack off right there in his daughter's bedroom, adding to his fantasies. Opening his fly, he reached in and hauled his prick out. It was so big and stiff that it damned near erupted in his hand. His pricktip was bubbling with a thin drool of pre- cum. He rubbed his cockhead into the damp crotchband of his daughter's panties, adding some jism to her oils.
He was about to start pumping his prick with vigor.
But a ray of sunlight struck off the window- pane.
John figured that he would be able to enjoy his fantasies better if the room were not so brightly illuminated, and he moved over to the window, his panty-sheathed prick still in his hand.
He started to draw the curtains.
But he glanced into the kitchen window across the way and gave a great gasp of astonishment.
Perched on the kitchen table was young Susan Manning, her short nighty drawn up. And kneeling between her legs, sucking her cunt for all he was worth, was her father!
John was scandalized.
But he was fascinated, as well.
He stood there, watching the show in awe, with his big cock pounding in his fist, within his own daughter's panties.
Then, to his astonishment, he saw something else.
Peering around the corner of the kitchen doorway, John Hamilton saw his daughter's head as she, like he, played the voyeur!
CHAPTER EIGHT
At the same time, a few hundred miles away, Valerie Hamilton, was playing the voyeur once again, her disgust and disapproval mixed with lust and fascination.
They had driven on toward their destination through the morning and into the afternoon. Then Catherine, who had been suffering from a well-deserved hangover, announced that she simply had to have a drink. They stopped at a roadside bar, a honkey-tonk sort of place with flashing neon lights and a loud jukebox... and plenty of men.
The men eyed the women in downward sweeps. They were a rough group of strutting, denimed males, and Valerie was nervous, not wanting to linger. But Catherine seemed to be behaving herself. She paid no attention to the customers as, sitting at the bar, she had a few recuperative drinks.
Valerie suggested that they had better be on their way.
Catherine wanted just one for the road.
Then she was drunk again, and all of her good intentions went by the wayside, to Valerie's dismay.
Catherine fed quarters into the jukebox, and she began to dance solo, beside the jukebox at first, then moving around the room. Her lush hips swayed provocatively and her shapely ass worked like a pendulum. The men clapped and hooted encouragingly. Valerie blushed furiously, feeling ashamed of her friend's behavior. The men ignored Valerie. Her attitude was obviously distant and cold, unlike Catherine.
After awhile, a towering brute swaggered over. He began dancing with Catherine, holding her tight, his big hands splayed on her grinding ass, drawing her hips up against his. Another man swayed up behind her, pushing his belly out and rubbing against her ass. Both men had hard-ons.
Catherine danced happily between their stiff pricks. When they both began to feel her up, she made no objections. In fact, she cupped one man's cock and balls in both hands. A third hooting admirer moved up to cop a feel, then a fourth.
At one point, when Valerie managed to catch Catherine's eye, the blonde scowled and motioned toward the door. Catherine looked sheepish, but merely shrugged and continued to squirm amidst a cluster of stiff pricks.
The men began to undress her.
Catherine laughed, enjoying it.
"I'm going to wait in the car," Valerie said icily.
Catherine didn't even hear her.
Valerie moved to the door, furious and disgusted. The bartender walked over after her and, for a terrible moment, she thought he was going to prevent her from leaving. But he merely grinned and held the door open for her. After Valerie stepped out, she heard him lock the door.
She got in the car and locked the doors.
She sat there, smoking nervously, wondering what was going on inside and how long she would have to wait. If she'd had the keys, she would have driven off and left Catherine there... and it would have served her right, too. But she didn't. She even considered hitchhiking to the nearest bus station, but she had never hitchhiked in her life and was too inhibited to start. No, she simply had to wait. But she was certainly not going to continue traveling with her promiscuous friend.
After awhile, she got out of the car again, pacing up and down, and chain-smoking. She could hear the music from inside, punctuated by coarse male laughter and an occasional giggle from Catherine. There was a window in the side of the building, and Valerie decided to sneak a look just to find out what was happening, and maybe figure out how long she would have to wait.
Stomping up to the window, she looked in.
She was disgusted, but hardly surprised to find that Catherine was naked now, as she danced around the room. Four or five of her partners had opened their pants and hauled their rigid pricks out.
Valerie willed herself to return to the car.
But she couldn't.
Despite her misgivings, the scene was too fascinating. She felt as if she had been hypnotized, unable to look away, frozen there at the window as if pinned by the vision.
And the more she watched, the more interesting it became.
Catherine, surrounded by stiff cocks, was in a state of euphoria, half-drunk, totally horny, in seventh heaven. She felt slightly embarrassed because of Valerie, and deeply regretted having brought the other woman along on the trip. But how was she to have known that Valerie was such a prude? Anyhow, Valerie was in the car and wouldn't know what happened in the bar, she thought. She could get plenty of prick, then tell Valerie afterward that she had just been teasing the men, and that nothing had really happened.
Still, she couldn't spend too much time there, or Valerie would realize she had done more than dance.
She spun provocatively.
The bartender was facing her, his hips thrust out and his big prick sticking out of his trousers. His cocktip was oozing pre-cum. It looked so tasty that Catherine felt drawn to it. She bent down, took the head of his prick into her mouth and began to suck on it. The bartender grinned fiendishly, his hips jolting as he fucked into her face.
Catherine was leaning over from the waist, her legs planted firmly, thighs apart. She was no longer dancing, although her ass was still swaying invitingly and her cunt was dripping.
She was squirming around on the end of his fat prick like a hooked fish on a line.
Another man--the first one to dance with her--moved up behind her and slipped his cockhead into her fuckslit. He gripped her by the hips and began to feed his prick meat into her, working his fuckshaft in until it was buried to the hilt. He began to fuck her, his belly slapping on her curved ass.
Catherine, who loved having it in the cunt and the mouth at the same time, gurgled with pleasure. She drooled on the bartender's prick while her pussy rode the cock of the man standing behind her. As he plowed up her cunt, she was tilted forward, her ass rising up and her head going far down the bartender's prick. Then, as he drew out, her hips came down again and her lips pulled hungrily back up the meaty mouthful.
Two other men wandered up beside her, waiting for a turn at her mouth or cunt, whichever was empty first. The horny woman took a prick in each hand, stroking their fuckshafts up and down. She jacked them slowly, not wanting to jerk either off and waste a load of cum that she could have in her mouth or pussy.
With four men clustered around her, their cocks jutting out like the bars of a cage in which she was happily confined, there were still two more horny males lined up, pricks ready. It occurred to the cock-loving woman that if she enjoyed two at once, she would love having three at once even more.
By this time, the bartender was jolting and trembling, nearing the peak. Catherine kept sucking with gusto, and she was rewarded by a squirt of hot jism that burst in the back of her throat.
A moment later, while she still had a mouthful of spurting cock meat, the man behind her filled her cunt with his cum.
Whimpering with joy, Catherine sank down onto her knees.
Another cock was presented to her lips, and another man knelt down behind her, thinking they, too, would give her a double pricking. But now horny Catherine wanted to try a three-way stuffing. As the man in front of her pushed his cock toward her mouth, she drew him down to the floor. She crawled up his body, mounting him, pushing her soaking cunt down on his towering cock.
She held the full penetration, while she looked for another prick for her mouth.
"Kneel down," she whispered, as a man moved up.
He knelt near the first man's face, and Catherine took his cock into her mouth.
Catherine didn't start sucking yet, and she was holding her cunt jammed on the meaty cock within her, waiting for the third hole to be filled. The man who had originally knelt behind her was still there, and he was rubbing his prick head against her ass. He didn't seem to realize the potential that was there. Catherine reached back behind her, and she took his cock in her hand, guiding the tip into her asshole. He hesitated, uncertain about anal intercourse. She squirmed.
The man suddenly grasped her by the hips and began to haul her back, stuffing his prick up her asshole as he did so. It was a snug fit, at first, but-then her shitter adjusted to accommodate his big fuckshaft and he slid it balls- deep into her bowels.
Catherine felt like a pincushion, and she loved it.
The fourth man, with his cock and balls still full, was looking a bit forlorn as he realized there was no hole left for him. Catherine took his cock in her hand, and she began to jack him off. He frowned, thinking it unjust that he should get a handjob while his buddies got mouth, cunt and asshole. But as she began to massage him skillfully, he grinned and settled down to enjoy it. Catherine was stroking his cockhead, aiming right at her face, and he was looking forward to watching his jism spurt onto her lust-crazed features.
Now Catherine began to move. Her motions set the pace that guided the men. As she writhed in ecstasy, they fucked steadily into her from three directions, and she jacked the fourth man at the same rhythm.
The cocks in her cunt and asshole were working like a two-stroke engine, one going in as the other pulled out, gliding together across the slender membrane that divided her two channels like trains passing in a tunnel. Her head bobbed up and down slowly on the hot mouthful she was blowing, sucking in every inch of his fuckshaft, and using her hot tongue to lap at the knob.
She was vibrating like a tuning fork.
Hot pricks whipped into her, then drew out, slathered with saliva or cuntjuice or assjuice. They were fucking faster now, buffeting her about among them, tilting her up and down, and rocking her from side to side. She felt their pricks swell. A trickle of cum ran into her cunt. Another trickle oozed onto her tongue, and she felt a damp seepage in her bowels.
Suddenly, the guy she was jacking growled, lunging forward, and a geyser of thick, white jism splashed all over her face and tits.
Catherine kept pumping him, pulling shot after shot of cum out. The stuff ran down her face like a coat of whitewash, dripping from her chin, splashing on her jiggling tits. Catherine's mouth was already full of prick, but she slipped her tongue out of the corner, lapping up some of the juice from her lips.
Seeing the first man blow his thick wad in her face inspired the other three cluster- fuckers.
A volcanic geyser of cum erupted in her throat.
Whimpering with joy, Catherine swallowed the slimy jism. As it poured down her throat in a fluid avalanche, another steaming stream flooded into her bowels, as if rushing to meet the first load somewhere in the middle.
Grinding down, she filled her cunt with towering cock and got a heavy dose of cum from that end, too.
The men emptied their cocks and balls in several grunting, heaving, grinding thrusts and spurts.
Catherine squirmed wildly between them in bliss, loving to be filled full of jism from all directions, and using her talented body to milk them dry. Her lips sucked, and her pussy rippled, and her asshole dragged as she milked out every precious drop of cum. She felt as if she was afloat in jism, inflated by cum. The men stopped fucking. Catherine continued to move for a few moments, to make sure that not a single drop of hot cum remained in one of their sweet pricks. She was purring with pleasure. The sound came out as if she were gargling with cum, rising and falling.
One by one, they withdrew their spent cocks.
A prick was pulled from her lips like a cork from a bottle, and a cock was drawn from her clinging asshole. The man under her could not retract his cock because she was still squatting on it, but it was softening inside her. She lifted her cunt, and it slipped out, flopping against his belly. On her hands and knees, Catherine looked around like a hungry dog, to see if there was still a stiff cock available. But she had emptied them all and was no longer surrounded by a picket fence of prick. They had dropped like arrows, pointing at their owners' feet.
Cum poured from her asshole, running down to mingle with the cum and cuntjuice that were bubbling from her pussy. A slippery trickle ran down her face, and her tits were coated with a film of it.
Kneeling there, without a single cock still in her, the horny, insatiable, woman creamed again. She shuddered and lowered her head to the floor, her ass tilting up.
"Jeez, lady," said one of the men. "How could you do a thing like that?"
The rest laughed.
But Catherine didn't give a damn what they thought of her now that their pricks were spent and she was full of cum. She merely smiled contentedly in the glowing aftermath of sweet depravity.
Valerie staggered back from the window.
Her legs had turned to water and her mind reeled madly about. She had been disgusted and fascinated, repelled and attracted, that morning when she had watched Catherine taking two men at the same time. Now those emotions were doubly strong for having witnessed a clusterfuck of such dynamic proportions. There had been enough energy spent in that cluster to light up New York City, she thought.
Catherine was an absolute tramp.
Yet even as she loathed the woman for her depravity, Valerie was filled with envy and lust. Valerie, a chaste and faithful woman, had never been gangbanged.
Despite herself, she yearned for the experience.
She walked unsteadily back to the car and got in. Sitting in the passenger seat, she drew up the hem of her skirt, then tugged her panties down her thighs. She began to rub her cunt and clit, strumming herself in a fast and urgent frenzy.
Her pussy melted in moments.
The orgasm left her feeling slightly better, but not much. She was longing for some prick. Inspired by watching her depraved friend perform, Catherine had risen to heights of lust and need that she had never attained before, and it troubled her. Her willpower was weakening, and the next time Catherine set up a scene, she was very likely to join in, to be unable to resist the wicked urging in her pussy. Yet she was determined that should not happen, that she would not commit adultery, no matter how much she wanted to.
There was only one solution.
She had to get away from Catherine before she was sucked into a vortex of depravity.
Valerie decided to go home.
She would make some excuse to her husband for her premature return. Then she would take him to bed and suck and fuck all night, getting the cock and cum for which she yearned without committing adultery.
Ten minutes later, fully dressed again and squishing with cum as she walked, Catherine came out, and she got in the car.
She looked a bit sheepish.
"Catherine, I think it will be best if you drop me off at the nearest bus station," said Valerie.
"Oh? I... I was just flirting with those guys, Valerie. Nothing really happened in there after you left," Catherine lied.
"I was looking through the window, Catherine," said Valerie.
"Oh! Well--"
"I can't tolerate such behavior."
Embarrassed now, more because she had tried to deny it than because she had done it, Catherine said: "Well, maybe you had better go home at that. I'm sorry that you're so frigid."
"But that's just the point. I'm not," Valerie said.
"Oh? Then why not relax and enjoy yourself. We can fuck plenty of guys between us, and no one will ever know."
"I'll know, Catherine. I refuse to cheat on John."
"That's a shame," said Catherine, rather wistfully.
Valerie felt the urge to confess her feelings. "Watching you fucking and sucking--and getting buggered, even--with all those men, it made me so hot that I was tempted to join in. But I'm determined not to be unfaithful. I even... I had to... I had to fingerfuck myself this morning, and again right here in the car. I got so damned horny! And I'm afraid that if I stay with you, I'll lose my willpower and wind up getting fucked." Valerie was looking at Catherine as she spoke, and now Catherine gazed back at her in a speculative manner.
"I see," Catherine said, thoughtfully. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Valerie, there are ways to get your kicks without committing adultery, you know," said Catherine.
"What? I don't understand."
"Well, if you like, I could do you," Catherine said.
"Sure. I could suck you off, Valerie," Catherine continued, looking more enthusiastic about it with every word. "I don't mind sucking a cunt, and you could get your rocks off without fucking a guy."
For a moment, Valerie was sorely tempted to accept her friend's offer. She was in the mood for sex in any shape or form, and the thought of a hot tongue on her juicy cunt was thrilling. But Valerie had never done a thing like that, and she knew it was terribly perverted. If she let Catherine eat her out, how could she ever look her in the eye again? How could she ever face her husband, with a lesbian experience in her past?
Catherine had one eyebrow tilted up, waiting hopefully for Valerie's response. The depraved woman had gotten plenty of pricks now, and she wanted a little cunt.
But then Valerie gave a little shudder and shook her head.
"No," she said, her voice breaking. Then she repeated it, more firmly and definitely. "No!"
Catherine looked disappointed.
She shrugged. "Suit yourself."
She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. They drove on in chilly silence. Valerie was glancing sideways at Catherine, wondering what it would be like to let the woman suck her off, intrigued by the idea and almost tempted to tell her that she had changed her mind, that Catherine could suck her cunt. If Catherine had been a stranger, Valerie might not have been able to resist the offer. But what stopped her was the fact that it was her next door neighbor, that she would have to see her every day, knowing she would be filled with shame and guilt after it was over.
They drove into a small town and Catherine pulled up in front of the bus station.
"Unless you've changed your mind?" she said.
Again, Valerie was tempted. Again she resisted the urge.
"No, I'll go home on the bus," she said. "I won't tell anyone about... about what you did, don't worry."
Catherine shrugged, annoyed that Valerie wouldn't let her suck her cunt and impatient to get on and find some more men now that she was to be on her own. Valerie got out, and she lugged her suitcase into the station. When she looked back out, Catherine had already driven off. Valerie brought a ticket home on the next scheduled bus, then sat down on a bench to wait.
Her cunt was steaming and smoldering. She had been made horny by her voyeurism, to begin with, and now she was even hotter as she thought about Catherine's offer to suck her cunt. Valerie had never been a particularly lustful woman before, but never before had she felt so excited.
She found herself gazing speculatively at the men who came into the station, wondering how big their pricks were. She even found herself looking at the women, wondering which of them sucked cunts.
Then she wondered if she had time to go to the women's room and give her cunt another handjob.
But the bus was due and she couldn't risk missing it.
So it was that Valerie got aboard the bus, hot and horny, intrigued by the thought of cocks and cunts and tongues, yet determined to go home and have normal sex with her husband.
Her intentions were good.
CHAPTER NINE
Allen Manning had finished snacking on his daughter's tasty cunt, giving a few last licks after the girl had creamed. Then he rose to his feet, his prick looming out toward her. His fuck shaft was throbbing and his swollen knob flaring. He had been horny all day, and now that raging horniness had been enhanced, as it always was, by sucking Susan off.
She eyed his cock, then gripped it. She was still perched on the edge of the table, and she drew him closer.
Allen knew that this was dangerous. Usually, she knelt down in front of him to blow him. In that position, her cunt was not available, and he couldn't wind up fucking her by accident. But as she sat on the rim of the table, her cunt was as readily accessible as her mouth was, and he groaned with the tension of his desire.
She drew him closer.
His cockhead bumped against her tits and brushed her stiff nipples. She held him by his prickroot, sweeping his prick across her tits as if it were a paintbrush. White pre-cum oozed out, coating her. She pulled his prick into her cleavage and cupped her tits together with both hands, molding her boobs around his rod.
Allen began to hump, slowly fucking her between her tits. His cockhead came squeezing out from the top of the channel, then vanished into her cleavage as he drew back. He was laying a trail of glistening slime up her breastbone as his cockhead wept over her.
Susan tilted her head down. As his cockhead pressed up and out from between her tits, she began to give it a thorough tonguing, polishing his shiny purple prick meat and lapping up his thick jism. Then she sucked his knob into her lips. He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly fired his cock through her cleavage and up into her mouth.
As she watched his sensuous movements, Belinda was starting to whimper and moan. Her pussy was so hot that it was threatening to ignite, and her mouth was watering for cockmeat.
And from the bedroom window across the way, Belinda's father looked on in stunned amazement and rising lust. He was watching Allen feed his cock into Susan's mouth. From time to time, he shot a glance at the kitchen doorway, where he could see his own daughter looking around the corner. He had realized that Belinda was naked. He could see her plump tits bobbing up and down. And he had also noticed that as she observed the cocksucking, she was sucking as if her own mouth contained a prick, and her tongue was lapping at the air.
John had no idea why his daughter was there, spying on the incestuous scene. He was dismayed to realize that she had become such a horny voyeur. Yet the sight of Belinda was making him every bit as excited as watching the cocksucking.
Then, to his horror, he saw Belinda step into the kitchen!
Belinda was unable to bear it.
Although the cuntsucking she had enjoyed with Susan had been great, she was still yearning for some prick. The sight of Susan having all of that paternal cock to herself was driving Belinda wild with envy and frustration.
She just had to have her share!
She knew that it might annoy Susan if she joined them, but that couldn't be helped.
And she knew that it might shock and distress Allen to realize that she was aware of his relationship with his daughter. But she figured that, at the moment, with his cock starting to bubble in Susan's hot mouth, he would be in no condition to reject Belinda's advances. If he tried to, she could always resort to blackmail, as she had originally planned, demanding cock for silence.
She moved quietly into the kitchen, stark naked, her pussy juice streaming down her thighs.
Allen, staring with total concentration on his daughter's lips as they sucked on his cockhead, was unaware of her approach.
Susan saw her and looked alarmed, but she had a sweet mouthful and she kept right on sucking.
John Hamilton thought that he ought to rush next door and interrupt the situation before anything terrible happened. That was what he ought to do.
But John was so fascinated that he was hypnotized.
He stood at the window and watched.
Allen gave a startled little cry when he felt a hand slip in between his legs and cup his balls. His hips jerked and he fed several inches more into Susan's mouth. His head snapped sideways when he saw the girl from next door, stark naked, smiling impishly as she fondled a handful of his hairy balls. He started to utter a protest, then stopped.
Then Belinda slid her other hand down, and she began to finger Susan's dripping cunt.
Allen turned to stare at his daughter.
She raised her eyebrows and gave a little shrug, as if to signify her innocence, but she could offer no verbal explanation since her mouth was stuffed full of his prick.
"It's not fair that Susan gets it all," Belinda said, pouting. "I want some, too!"
Her naked young body was lush, her tits were bigger than his daughter's and her cunt was foaming. Although he was dismayed by the discovery of his oral incest, John could not help but think that it would be very pleasant to have both of these teenagers at once. And since Belinda was not related to him, he would be able to fuck her cunt without any qualms!
She looked at him hopefully.
Allen grinned.
Across the way, John grimaced, but he kept watching.
He was well aware of the danger that Allen Manning might fuck Belinda. But he was also well aware that there was a perfect way for him to get revenge.
He could fuck Susan.
Belinda had slid onto the kitchen table alongside Susan now, in the same position. It was obvious what she wanted. She was licking her lips and her mouth was open.
Susan glanced up at her daddy.
The look on his face was not one of protest.
Susan gave his cock a last long slurp, then drew her lips away from his throbbing prick tip. Holding him by the root, she turned him so that his fuckshaft was aimed at Belinda's eager face. Belinda gave a little murmur of delight and anticipation. She could feel the heat of his cockhead wafting over her face. She bobbed her head down, pushing her tongue out and took her first lick of prick. It was a tentative lick, and she drew back slightly as she studied the tangy flavor on her tastebuds. Then, overjoyed to find that cock meat was every bit as delicious as it looked, she started to give his bloated prick knob a lavish tonguing.
She sucked it into her mouth, her cheeks indenting as he drew in on the succulent mouthful.
"Ummm... yummy," she purred.
She passed his prick back to Susan.
She tongued and mouthed him for a moment, then returned his tasty cockmeat to Belinda. His long fuckshaft shifted back and forth between their mouths until the girls turned their faces to kiss each other on the lips, with the head of Allen's prick clamped between their mouths. His piss slit was flowing steadily now. Each girl was getting a trickle of pre-cum as they mouthed his bubbling cock in turn.
It was evident that the man was going to blow his wad soon.
Then Susan did a generous thing.
She had drunk plenty of her daddy's juice, and she knew that her friend had never had a prick in her mouth. It seemed only charitable to let Belinda have his load.
"Go ahead, Belinda, finish him off," Susan whimpered.
"Oooooh," Belinda squealed, delighted to find that her friend was not going to be greedy and possessive. Taking his cockhead into her mouth, she began to lick and suck with the steady rhythm that she knew would bring him off quickly.
While Belinda sucked on the bloated slab of his prick knob, Susan lapped his swollen balls, then began to lick up his fuckshaft from root to crown. Fitting her lips against the fat vein that seamed the underside of his cock, she started to move her mouth up and down. As she reached the top, her lips met Belinda's, his cock shared between them.
Allen gave a deep groan and his hips jerked.
Suddenly Belinda's mouth was full of cum!
She gulped the delicious slime down hungrily.
His load was so abundant that some of it overflowed her pursed lips and poured down his fuck shaft, where his daughter slurped it up.
He squirted dose after dose into Belinda's eager mouth. She swallowed and sucked, sucked and swallowed, adoring her first drink of hot cum, emptying his balls to the dregs.
But she didn't soften his prick.
Despite his orgasm, it remained huge and hot and hard.
When Belinda pulled her lips away, it stood rampant and ready.
The two teenagers kissed each other, with Allen's cum running back and forth between their mouths.
Then they were ready for more.
CHAPTER TEN
John Hamilton was fairly foaming at the mouth. His lips were drawn back from his teeth in a sexual frenzy. If his balls had been empty and his cock slack, the man would probably have been furious at Allen Manning for fucking his daughter in the mouth. But in his aroused state, John could feel only one emotion--pure lust.
He stared with haunted eyes at his daughter.
She was still perched on the edge of the table. Cum sparkled on her lips and dribbled down her chin, and she was gazing with longing at Allen's still stiff prick.
John had an impulse to rush over there immediately.
But the terrible stimulation of his voyeurism still held him in a grip as hard as his cock.
He decided to watch just a bit longer, just to see how much he had to do get even with Allen Manning for corrupting his daughter.
But Belinda needed little corrupting. She had already started to play with Alan's prick again, working her thumb back and forth at the sensitive spot where his fat, veined cock spread out at the underside of his knob. Susan was looking on, a bit jealous that her daddy was receiving the attentions of another girl, but thrilled by it, too. Susan liked to make her daddy real horny, and she knew how to do it. She slipped down from the table, turning and sinking to her knees. She shot a provocative glance up at Allen's face, winking saucily.
Then, ducking her head in, she began to tongue and suck on Belinda's lathered pussy.
Alan groaned, staggered by the sight.
As if the two fathers were linked by the visual stimulation, John staggered, too.
He saw his daughter's mouth work.
What was she saying?
"I want to get fucked." Belinda said, hopping down from the table. She turned Allen around by his prick, as if it were a handle. He was backed up against the table, his ass on the edge. Then she pressed against him, her smooth belly rotating and grinding. She rose up on her toes, his cock pushing a long furrow into her belly. Then she rose higher, so that the head of his fat prick slipped into her frothy cunt.
Kneeling behind Belinda, Susan grasped her father's prick, and she began moving his cockhead around in Belinda's fuck slot.
Allen held himself rigid, his pelvis tilted and his prick pushed up, letting the blonde settle onto his cock at her own slow pace, letting his dark-haired daughter position him in Belinda's pussy. He had no idea if the girl from next door was a virgin, but he didn't want to hurt her if she was.
Although Belinda had never had a cock stuck up her pussy before, she had broken herself in well on her fingers and various cockshaped objects. Her reason for going slow was that she was lingering over the joy of anticipation. She had wanted to be full of prick for ages, and now that the moment of truth was at hand she was savoring the final moments of her virginity.
Her cunt was gaping open like a split fig.
Her hairy pussy lips had unpeeled and were sucking on the tip of Allen's prick as Susan moved it back and forth along her fuck slit. Ribbons of hot cuntjuice began to run down his cockhead. Susan watched those juicy trails unfold, her eyes burning. The creamy stuff pooled on his swollen balls.
Susan leaned in, and she ran her nimble tongue all the way up her daddy's cock, from balls to crown, with a long, slurping stroke. She lapped along the dark, pulsating vein and gathered up Belinda's cuntjuice from his prick meat. She repeated the long, fluttering stroke and gave Belinda's cuntlips a few licks as she came to the end of it. She tongued her father's cock knob, then licked back down to his balls.
Susan wished that it were she, instead of her friend, who was about to receive a fucking from his beautiful cock, but it was a lot of fun to lick around the edges, too. Craning her neck, she moved higher to lick up the crack of Belinda's taut ass, then dipped into her tight little asshole, rimming it out. Belinda squirmed and squealed at the added pleasure of a tongue as she perched atop Allen's towering prick.
Then Belinda began to descend.
Very slowly, she lowered her cunt onto his cock. His wedge-shaped prickhead slipped in, and her cuntlips clamped around his fuckshaft in a tight collar. Inch by inch, she fed his long cock up her soaking hole. Susan watched the prickmeat vanish, whimpering with lust at the sight, licking her lips like crazy.
Then the blonde teenager had slid down all the way and Allen's cock was balls-deep in her pussy.
She held that full penetration for a few moments, savoring the pleasure of having her hot cunt stuffed with hard prick for the first time.
Allen thrilled to the sensation of having every inch of his big, stiff fuckshaft sheathed in soaking, clinging cunt. His cock muscles worked, causing his prick to pulsate inside her, and her cunt muscles began to ripple, clamping around the contours of his cock.
She began to rise and fall, very slowly, pulling her clinging pussy up until only his cockhead was still in it, then jamming her fuckhole down to his balls again. Her crotch was angled so that his long, hard prick shaft was running right over her enflamed clit with every stroke.
Fucking is wonderful, thought Belinda.
Cocksucking and cuntsucking are lovely, but fucking beats them all! Even before she had finished her first fuck, the girl was thinking ahead to all the dozens of pricks--maybe even hundreds of pricks--that she would be fucking in the future. Now that she knew the joys of a well-stuffed cunt, how could she ever bear to have her pussy empty?
She writhed, wriggled and squirmed as she rode up and down. Her firm little ass ground from side to side.
Allen began to hump up from the edge of the table, fucking into her as she descended.
His fat prick was pumping the juices out of her.
His daughter was greedily tonguing up those juices from his balls and prick shaft, then cramming her tongue right up inside Belinda's pussy alongside his cock.
Belinda began fucking faster as tremors started to ripple across her seething loins. Her ass danced wildly about and her hips were working like pistons as she ground up and down. She could feel his prick expand, thundering, and she knew that, at any moment, she was going to find out what it was like to have a geyser of steaming jism squirt up her cunt for the first time.
Allen moaned and stiffened.
"Give it to me!" wailed Belinda.
His balls exploded.
Susan was tonguing them, and she squealed with lust as she felt his swollen balls blow. An instant later, Belinda also squealed as she felt a rush of hot cum pour into her cunt.
Her pussy melted like wax as she creamed with him.
Allen spurted into her time and again, and her cuntjuice flooded out to blend with his cum. As the creamy nectar poured out of Belinda, Susan sucked it up eagerly.
Drained, Belinda clung to Allen. He was panting heavily, wobbling on the edge of the table.
But his prick was still stuffed up her cunt.
And it was still stiff!
After a few moments, Belinda tilted her head back, a dreamy look on her face as she gazed at him.
"Want to do it again?" she asked.
Allen grinned, quite agreeable to that suggestion.
Belinda began to move again.
"Why don't you turn around?" Susan asked. Susan was resigned to the fact that her daddy refused to fuck her, but she wanted to get as much out of this as she could.
Belinda looked back and down.
"If Daddy fucks you from the back, I can lick your clit at the same time," Susan explained.
It seemed a marvelous idea. It had been wonderful to have Susan licking her cuntlips and rimming her ass while she got stuffed, and she knew it would be even better if the horny girl were to go to work on her throbbing clit the next time.
But Belinda didn't want to take his sweet prick out of her cunt for a moment, not even long enough to turn around. Instead, she drew one knee up to his chest, then, standing on one foot, she began to rotate on his cock. She spun around until her back was to Allen, her ass braced on his belly, and her creamy crotch thrust out where hungry Susan could get at it.
They began fucking again in the reversed position.
Susan watched her daddy's cock go in and out for a few strokes. Then, leaning in, she added her tongue and lips to the coupling. She sucked hungrily on Belinda's swollen clit and cuntlips. As Allen's cock came out, she slurped on that, too. She tilted her head, fitting her lips against both of them, so that he was fucking right through her mouth as he went in and out of her friend's cunt. The combined juices of their first coming poured into Susan's parted lips, and she swallowed them down. They only made her hungry for more.
The fucking was slow, the strokes long and rippling.
Allen had already come twice, in Belinda's mouth and in her pussy. He was determined to last a lot longer this third time and enjoy every moment of it.
In fact, he was going to last so long that John Hamilton arrived before he came again.
John could bear no more.
Watching his daughter get fucked and squirted full of cum had caused so much blood to rush into his prick that he felt lightheaded. So much jism had built up in his balls that they were dragging him down. He had to get that massive hard-on emptied soon, or he would pass out.
He considered jerking off while he enjoyed the sight of Belinda getting her second fucking.
But it seemed a shame to waste his huge load on a handjob when he had to get even with Allen Manning.
As he staggered downstairs, he tried to forgive himself by thinking that it was his wife's fault, for going away and leaving him without marital pussy.
But, at that very moment, Valerie was on her way back.
Valerie was coming... and coming, too.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Valerie had taken a seat toward the back of the bus where she would have some privacy if the need to rub her cunt became urgent. Just before the bus pulled out, another passenger came aboard. He stumbled down to the back, then took a seat opposite Valerie. He was a young man wearing a floppy hat. As soon as he was seated, he put his head back, pulled down his brim, and seemed to drift immediately into slumber.
The bus started up. Valerie crossed her sleek legs, her pussy simmering between them. The motion of the bus was causing her to get hotter as the vibrations ran up through the seat. She thought about all the things that she had seen Catherine do, the fucking and the sucking, and got hotter. She remembered how the sexy woman had offered to suck her off--a bizarre way of staying faithful to her husband what would have been--and that memory heated her pussy up even more. Her nipples were explosive, her clit throbbing. She really had to come.
Valerie was annoyed that, with most of the bus empty, the young man should have sat across the aisle from an occupied seat. But that was silly. Why should he imagine that she wanted privacy?
She glanced across at him. He seemed to be sound asleep, his face hidden under his floppy hat, his breathing regular. She observed him for awhile. She noticed that he was wearing tight jeans, and that the front of those jeans was bulging very provocatively. Valerie eyed that sizable lump, imagining the big cock and balls that caused it.
Oh, I'm getting as bad as Catherine, she thought, as she realized where she was staring and what she was thinking about.
Well, no, she was just imagining what his sex tackle was like. That awful Catherine would probably fuck the young man. But, still, she figured that it was good to be on her way home, where she could get plenty of lawfully wedded prick, before she got so carried away by her desire that she slipped up.
Keeping an eye on the sleeping man, Valerie carefully slid her hand under her dress and inside her soaking panties. She knew that she was going to leave a damp patch on the seat. She began to finger her clit, then to slowly finger fuck up her hot cunt hole. She began to purr softly as the pleasant sensation spread through her belly and ran in lapping waves down her smooth thighs.
As she became lost in her handjob, she failed to keep an eye on the man across the aisle.
She started to pant and to tremble.
But she was in no hurry to come. Fingering her cunt was a pleasant way to pass the time while the bus delivered her home and she slowed down her stroking to make the job last for awhile.
Then she realized that the young man was watching her from under the shadow of his hat brim!
She blushed furiously.
Had he noticed her hand moving in her pussy? Had he realized what she was doing? She didn't dare to move her hand now. He was certain to see her retract it, even if he hadn't noticed where her hand happened to have been before.
Then he smiled, white teeth flashing in a knowing grin.
Oh dear, she thought, mortified.
But then he slid his hand down onto his own well-packed crotch, patting the big bulge. He continued to grin at Valerie, who continued to blush. He said nothing, and she could think of nothing to say.
In amazement, she saw him draw down his zipper. Her first impulse was to protest, to tell the bus driver that there was a dirty cock- flasher on the bus. But then she realizing that, in her position, she could not afford to do that. Her pussy pulsed and flowed in her hand.
The young man hauled his cock out.
It was a massive log of prick meat, with a triangular knob, and his sturdy fuckshaft throbbed. He dragged his balls out, too, and she saw that they were bloated with cum. Folding his fist around the root of his prick, he began to slowly and steadily pump it up and down.
Valerie stared, unable to look away, her eyes glued to his cock as he jacked it.
He was still grinning, watching her watch him.
Valerie was seized by an unholy urge.
She would not cheat on her husband, but she suddenly felt an overwhelming impulse to play this game with the masturbating youth. She wanted to have him look at her cunt while she fingerfucked herself, and she wanted to gaze at his cock as he milked it with his fist!
Two days ago she would never have dreamed of doing such a degenerate thing, but her voyeuristic adventures with Catherine had changed the woman. She told herself that it would be no more than a harmless kick, just a form of flirtation, as long as they didn't touch each other.
Valerie squirmed around in the seat so that her pussy was turned toward the grinning young man. Scarcely believing that she was doing it, she lifted her skirt. His grin broadened.
Valerie tugged her soaking panties down, and she took them off. She drew one knee up, parting her thighs, and let him stare right at her crotch, right up her wide-open, cream-filled fuck slot. As he looked at her, his cock flared mightily, and he gave it another long, slow stroke. His grin had become a grimace now, his lips drawn back from his teeth in a mask of lust.
Valerie began to rub her cunt and to push three fingers up her fuckhole as the young man stared at her foaming pussy. He continued to stroke his prick slowly and steadily. Cuntjuice poured out of her hole and seeped down into the crack of her tight ass. His eyes gleamed from under the shadow of his hat brim as he saw the creamy flood.
Valerie was still determined to do no more than show herself and observe the youth.
But then a thick blob of cum squeezed from his piss slit, and it began to glide sluggishly down his purple cockhead. When she saw that cum drop, Valerie gave a little whimper. Watching Catherine suck so many pricks and swallow so much cum had made Valerie ravenous for some jism. She had intended to blow her husband as soon as she got home.
Now she felt an urgency too great to be denied.
Sucking a cock wasn't like fucking, she told herself, rationalizing. Adultery is fucking, not blowing, and if a faithful wife just happens to drink a strange man's cum it isn't nearly as bad as if that cum was spilled in her cunt.
Valerie moved across the aisle, and she sat beside the youth.
His hat covered most of his face, and she didn't want to know what he looked like, anyway. She didn't want to put a face or a personality to his tasty looking hunk of cockmeat. It had to be sucked without emotional attachment.
She gave him a shy smile, then reached down to take him by the wrist. Removing his hand from his cock, she replaced it with her own. Valerie began to stroke him slowly, as he had stroked himself. She leaned over him, watching in awe, her face poised just above his cockhead.
Another blob of jism bubbled out.
She was drooling over his prick and balls.
The young man placed a hand behind her head, then pushed her down gently, urging rather than forcing her face toward his prick.
His gentle urging was all that the cum-hungry woman required. She kissed the head of his prick, where the cum was oozing out, then let her lips slowly part, feeding his cockhead into her mouth.
Cum trickled onto her tastebuds.
He moaned with pleasure as she nursed lovingly on his prick knob, her cheeks hollowing in and her tongue bathing the underside of his bloated slab of cock meat.
She began to bob her head up and down, at the same time jacking him with her hand. Her fist came up and bumped against her lips as her head went down. Then her fist descended to the hilt of his prick, causing his cockhead to flare as her mouth dragged back up his fuckshaft and collared the knob.
"Want me to shoot in your mouth, lady?" he rasped.
"Umpfff," she gasped.
"You swallow the stuff?"
"Ummmm," she purred.
His prick lurched, so stiff that it convulsed.
His hand pushed her head lower, and Valerie took his cockhead back into her throat. He blew his volcanic geyser into her mouth in great foaming spurts of steaming jism. The cum-starved woman swallowed the sweet nectar down and kept sucking for more, while her hand pumped up and down his fuckshaft, milking him dry.
When his balls were empty, he leaned back, grinning again.
Valerie felt his prick start to soften in her mouth. She was sorry to see it go.
She pulled her lips away, and his cock collapsed.
Valerie looked up at him then, peering under the brim of his hat, her expression questioning and hopeful.
"Yeah, lady, that was great head," he said.
But that was not what her expression signified.
Valerie wanted him to go down on her now, returning the favor, or, if that was too awkward in the bus seat, to at least give her a good fingerfucking to a climax.
But the young man seemed to have gone to sleep again.
Valerie moaned in terrible frustration. If she had been bolder, she might well have demanded that he supply her with an orgasm, but Valerie was not like that. She couldn't bring herself to ask a stranger to fingerfuck her. She was even shy and timid about asking her husband for sex.
Her pussy was smoldering.
She slid her hand between her legs and began to massage herself toward a creamy orgasm, doing the job slowly, still hoping that the young man might take over. But he slept peacefully in the pleasant aftermath of his own ejaculation. Valerie sighed, realizing that she was going to have to fingerfuck herself off, after all. But she didn't regret the delicious mouthful of cockmeat and the succulent jism he had provided for her.
She leaned down, taking his prick into her mouth again. It was soft and limp now, but it was better than nothing. She nursed lovingly upon his spent fuckshaft while she finger- fucked herself to a climax.
Then she returned to her own seat.
She thought about the terrible thing that she had just done--blowing a total stranger. The recollection filled her with guilt, shame and remorse. Yet with the flavor of his cockmeat and cum still lingered on her lips and tastebuds, and it was hard to feel regret.
She would make it up to John when she got home.
She would suck his prick and fuck his ass off, and never again would she blow anyone else, she vowed. It had been a solitary mistake, a momentary weakening. It had all been that damned Catherine's fault! She would never cheat on John again.
And yet, even as she vowed that, the woman was disturbed by a nagging realization.
Having seen the wonders of a clusterfuck, would she ever again be satisfied with a one- on-one?
CHAPTER TWELVE
The threesome was still linked up, fucking and sucking for all they were worth, when John Hamilton walked into the Mannings' kitchen, his cock as big as a telephone pole.
Allen, facing the door, saw him first.
"Errrr... hi, John," he said.
Belinda, also facing the door but with her eyes closed, gave a little gasp when she heard Allen say that. Her eyelids fluttered open and she gave another gasp, louder.
"Daddy!" she wailed.
Susan looked up from Belinda's stuffed cunt and Allen's balls, her lips creamy, and said: "Oh oh!"
"You bastard... you're fucking my daughter!" John rasped.
There was no denying it.
Allen said: "Maybe you'd better get off my cock, Belinda."
But John said: "Just stay right where you are!"
Allen had a terrible dread that John was about to produce a camera, then photograph them in that compromising position. John certainly had something hidden in his trousers... bigger than a Kodak. Alan gripped Belinda by the hips, preparing to lift her off his prick.
But then John smiled.
He opened his fly, and what flipped out was more like a telescope than a camera!
Allen grinned with realization and relief, and he left Belinda right where she was, mounted on his prick.
"I guess you want to get even with me, huh?" Allen asked.
"Damned right," John said, advancing, his cock looming over Susan's upthrust ass as she knelt there with her back to John.
Susan gave a cry of pure joy when she realized that, at long last and without any incest involved, she was going to get a cuntful. She jammed her ass and pussy back invitingly. He knelt down behind her. John gave Belinda a wink, to let her know that she could carry on enjoying her pleasure without being nervous because he was there, or fearing later recriminations. Belinda began to squirm on Allen's cock again, and Susan was wriggling her juicy ass in expectation.
John slid his cockhead into her cunt.
"More!" she cried. "All of it!"
John fed the whole thing to her. His balls swung in and whacked against her cunt and his belly slapped on her upthrust ass. He gripped her by the hipbones, then began to shovel his fuckshaft into her pussy with furious thrusts.
John was so horny from watching his daughter get fucked and sucked that he blew his wad in a hot tidal wave on the fourth stroke. The whole steaming load came out at once.
Susan moaned with joy as she felt her cunt filled with cum.
Then she moaned again when she found that John had not paused, had not even missed a stroke, and he was already starting to fuck her a second time.
On the table, the others were fucking in earnest again.
Susan saw no reason why they should not combine those two separate fucks, linking up into one. As John fucked doggy-style into her cunt, she buried her face into Belinda's pussy again. John leaned over Susan's shoulder, watching this. The sight of his teenaged daughter's cunt being stuffed full of big prick and tongued by another girl thrilled him as much as having his cock sliding in and out of Susan's soaking pussy. Fucking slowly, now that his first load had been spent, he concentrated on the juicy action just before his eyes, observing all the creamy details.
Belinda slowly rose, then fell, her hips turning to add torque to the in and out friction.
John saw Allen's thick cock jam up Belinda's cunt, then slowly come sliding back out, the fat vein pounding, slathered with cuntjuice.
He saw the man's bloated balls pulsing, and knew that they were full of jism, and that cum was for his daughter's cunt.
Belinda's pussy lips were pulling and dragging as they sucked on Allen's fuckshaft and cockhead. As his fat prick pulled out, her cuntlips were turned outward and open. Susan was running her tongue over them, pushing it up her friend's fuckhole along with her father's cock. She moved lower, licking at his balls and leaving Belinda's cunt alone for a moment. Belinda's cunt looked so tasty that John couldn't help himself. He leaned in over Susan's shoulder, and he began to tongue his daughter's clit.
Like a well oiled piece of machinery, the three of them glided together in perfect harmony.
They were all working toward orgasms.
John slid his hands down, cupping Susan's tits as they swayed under her kneeling body. Her nipples exploded in his hands. Allen was holding Belinda by the hips again, lifting her up and down as if he were using her cunt to masturbate with.
"Come... oh, please come!" Susan gurgled.
John corkscrewed in, moving faster, as he saw that Allen's prick was going in and out of Belinda's pussy at an increasing pace.
They reached the peak and hovered there for a moment of ecstasy, cunts melting, pricks vibrating.
Then they came.
John squirted his massive load of hot jism up Susan's pussy just as she climaxed wildly and her cuntjuice flooded out.
Allen spurted his jism straight up into Belinda's pussy, like a sky rocket, and her cunt throbbed around it.
Susan, filled from both ends, sucked the juices out of Belinda's pussy eagerly.
They kept pounding away, emptying cocks and balls, and draining cunts, oblivious to all else.
Oblivious, for instance, to the fact that Valerie was standing, open-mouthed, in the doorway.
Arriving home to find the house empty, Valerie had decided to go next door and ask if they knew where John and Belinda had gone. She was still desperate for a fuck and hated the thought of waiting around an empty house. She tantalized herself with the memory of having watched Catherine fuck and suck with multitudes of men, then teased herself with the remembrance of how Catherine had offered to suck her cunt for her. The woman moaned with her recollections of blowing the boy on the bus.
She was still a bit worried that, with those experiences behind her, she might not be satisfied with simple, straightforward fucking and sucking with her husband.
She was in that kind of mood when she walked into the Mannings' house and, hearing strange sounds from the kitchen, wandered down there.
Now she stood in the doorway.
She had arrived there just in time to see them come.
And she just had to hope there was plenty more cum left for herself. It had been a bit of a shock to see both her husband and her daughter involved in that scene, but a welcome shock, in her present mood.
When they saw her, they all blushed.
She gave them a bleak look, but the corners of her lips were twitching with a repressed smile.
"I... I don't suppose you approve of a clusterfuck?" John asked.
"You," said Valerie, "will be surprised."
And they were surprised when Valerie took her clothing off, joined them and knew just what to do.
