Two words that come to mind when one thinks of adolescence are energy and curiosity. These qualities are what make the teenage years so exciting. Life is spread out before us as new adventures wait to be embarked upon and insights about life are yet to be discovered. It seems nothing could go wrong, and we jump into new situations with unrestrained exuberance. It's a time for experimentation with drugs, dating, your first car.
HORNY SCHOOLGIRL--is the story of one such teenager, Stacy, who finds more excitement than she bargained for--or more than she ever imagined possible. This innocent teenager finds herself facing tough moral questions, concerning such issues as self control and lifestyle, whose answers could have life-long consequences. There are also those day-to-day personal decisions that are more important to her life than such things as politics and the world situation.
Consequently, growing up for Stacy is no easier than it has been for others throughout the ages, which we will find as she explores her values in this novel.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Stacy Hammond, an energetic and lovely teenager, was running up her front walk, flushed and sweating from a brief but vigorous cheerleader practice. The ruddy coloring was from more than her exertions though, because cheerleading always turned Stacy on. Even if it was just a practice, there were always people hanging around watching. Especially boys. And they always stared at Stacy because of the sexy way her big, round, firm tits bounced up and down when she jumped, and her big nipples hardened and poked out, making little bumps in the front of her letter sweater.
She could tell the boys were turned on, too, when they watched her jiggle her tits and flash her white cotton panties at them as she leaped and did the splits in the air. Although she was still a virgin, watching the boys watch her made her all soft and squirmy inside, and she could feel her creamy pussy fluid wet her cunt lips and hair and panties, making little wet spots that even the boys could see from the stands. The boys would laugh and whisper to each other, and sometimes put their hands over the bulges forming in their crotches.
Stacy wasn't exactly sure she knew what the cocks that made those bulges looked like. Her father had died when she was still in grade school, and although she had seen him in the shower, she didn't remember his cock very well. She did know that remembering and thinking about it, and about the bulges in the tight jeans of the boys watching her lead cheers, made her hot and funny-itchy. She was glad the practice was over early. It meant that she could dash home and strip her clothes off, climb into the shower, and then do what she really liked. That was to get her cunt hair and pussy lips all slippery with soap suds, then brush her hands across her cunt. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, until that wonderful feeling started to shoot through her, making her shake and shiver as her hips began to buck forward and upward. Then she would stick a finger into her cunt, then two, then three. Sometimes she'd try to get her whole hand in!
While her right hand was busy rubbing and plunging into her pussy, she used her left hand to tease and squeeze, to rub and softly pinch her big, rock-hard clit. Then she would close her eyes and throw her head back, letting the spray from the shower caress her face while she humped and fucked away at her hands. The spasms of climax would grow stronger and stronger until finally, she would scream softly as the big, shattering orgasm would blast through her, leaving her limp and panting, but ever so relaxed and satisfied.
Just thinking about getting herself off that way as she ran home from school made her hotter and hornier than ever. She was concentrating so hard on masturbating that she didn't notice the strange car parked in the driveway when she dashed up her front walk. Once inside the door, she stripped her sweater over her head in one long, smooth motion, letting her big, solid tits bounce free in the air. Stacy didn't like to wear a bra. It made her feel imprisoned. She liked the way it felt with her tits waving free inside her blouse or sweater, the sensitive nipples rubbing on the material, getting harder as they rubbed, poking out like little fingers.
She dropped her sweater on the stairway banister as she started up the steps, both hands now cupping and lifting and softly squeezing her bursting tits, her fingers playing with her swelling, stiffening, stretching nipples. She was panting hard, both from running and from the sexual excitement radiating from her steaming cunt and tingling tits. She was halfway up the stairs when she realized there were other sounds in the house! They were sounds Stacy didn't recognize at first. She stopped on the stairs and listened. The noises were coming from upstairs, from the direction of her mother's bedroom. Not knowing what to expect, but still curious, she crept silently the rest of the way up the stairs, then looked down the hall. The door to her mother's bedroom was partially open.
As she tiptoed down the hall to the open door, she recognized something familiar in some of the sounds. She double-dated with her best friend, Emily Porter, and Emily and her boyfriend did a lot of petting and fucking in the back seat of the car. Those were the kind of noises coming from her mother's bedroom! Little grunts and pleasure moans, shrieks of joy, and the sounds of damp flesh slapping into equally damp flesh.
When Stacy reached the doorway, she slowly, carefully peeked around the corner of the frame to look inside. She could just as well have stood out in the open, for the two people on the bed wouldn't have noticed her if she'd been stark-naked and painted purple. They were too busy with what they were doing!
Like most young people, Stacy had never really thought about her mother fucking. And now there she was, flat on her back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her knees drawn up, while a man she didn't recognize, but who looked slightly younger than her mother, pumped his enormous cock in and out of her mother's dripping cunt.
Stacy gasped, not so much with outrage as with desire. Seeing that great prick slip-sliding in and out of her mother's naked pussy was making the girl hotter and hornier than she could ever remember being before!
The couple on the bed was naked. Stacy was only half-naked--her top half. As the erotic scene in front of her raised her own desires, the girl plunged one hand inside the waistband of her skirt and panties to seek out her own oozing, dripping cunt. Her other hand was already firmly massaging one of her big, rubbery tits, her thumb rubbing back and forth across her stiffly towering little nipple.
She watched the man's ass move up and down, faster and faster, slamming and ramming his big hard cock into her mother's slippery cunt. The faster and harder he moved, the faster Stacy moved her fingers in her own cunt. Her left hand was now squeezing and rubbing her heavy tits, her thumb and forefinger teasing and pinching her rigid nipples, while the scene on the bed in front of her moved faster and faster towards its mighty climax.
Stacy's mother lifted her legs higher, then wrapped them around the man's muscular ass, locking her ankles over the slit of his ass. Then she began to pull him down, forcing him to ram his powerful prick in to the hilt with each mighty stroke.
That made Stacy double her efforts on her own juicing pussy and swelling tits. Even before the couple on the bed exploded in orgasmic ecstasy, Stacy could sense her own climax building until, unable to hold it back and enjoy it longer, she plunged as much of her hand as she could deep into her cunt, bumping her rigid clit with her wrist as she did so. The thumb and forefinger holding one of her long, hard nipples involuntarily squeezed hard, pinching her rod-like nip in a powerful grip.
Without knowing she did it, Stacy let out a series of little joyous shrieks. Her hips bucked powerfully forward and upward, as if her cunt was trying to swallow up the hand that was bringing it such joy. Her left hand closed on her large, solid right tit, then she lifted her hand, forcing the thrusting nipple toward her lush red lips as she bowed her head to try to suck it in.
Her body vibrated and shook, bucked and surged with the force of the orgasm rocketing through it. Her thighs shuddered as the spasms washed down them from her straining cunt. Her stomach muscles clenched with the surging contractions passing through them. Then it was over, leaving her leaning exhausted on the door frame, her knees almost buckling beneath her. Even so, her eyes were still riveted on the plunging, fucking figures on her mother's bed.
As her mother began to cry out rhythmically, her voice catching with each fucking beat of her hips, as her mother's hips began to pound upwards, matching the man stroke for stroke, Stacy could feel the tension beginning to build within herself again, and so soon! After all, she'd just had one enormous climax!
The girl was starting to stroke her own pussy and tits again, but just then, her mother let out a long, wailing moan. Her mother's arms and legs locked around the man, forcing his hips hard against hers, driving his great prick to the depths of her cunt. She pulled him down on top of her, his chest squashing her big firm tits almost flat against her chest. The woman and the man were now a throbbing, fucking, vibrating mass of erotic flesh as the woman came and came and came again, and the man shot his heavy load of jizz deep into her.
Suddenly, Stacy realized that the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and the sloppy, liquid sound of a big cock pistoning in and out of a dripping cunt had stopped. The only sounds she heard were the panting breaths of the pair on the bed. And her own panting breath!
Her mother and the man were lying still, her mother's legs and arms still locked tightly around him. Stacy was lucky, both her mother and the man had their heads turned the other way, looking away from her. The girl silently backed away from the door, then turned and tiptoed back down the hall to the stairs. She crept downstairs, hoping the boards wouldn't creak. She picked her sweater off the banister and slipped it back over her sweat-coated, gloriously shaped torso. Then she went to the downstairs bathroom to wash up as best she could.
When she felt more or less presentable, Stacy went to the kitchen to pour herself a big glass of cold milk and get a couple of cookies. She didn't know who the man was, but there was something about him that seemed vaguely familiar. Then she remembered having passed a car in the driveway. She went out the back door and down the drive to inspect the car.
There was nothing particular about it, it was just a big, new sedan with out-of-state plates. That's when she realized that the visitor fucking her mother was her Uncle Stewart, her dead father's youngest brother! She hadn't seen him since she was a little girl, but she remembered liking him the best of all her father's family, and having a big crush on him.
That stopped her again. How would she act after what she'd just seen? Or for that matter, how did she really feel about what she'd seen?
She thought about it for a minute or two, trying to be as honest with herself as she could. Then it came to her. She was jealous! She was actually jealous of her own mother! She wanted that big, hard cock shoved into her own cunt, slammed back and forth into the center of her guts, giving her the thrills and joys it had given her mother! Stacy grinned to herself and resolved that, before he left town, she was going to find some way to get her Uncle Stewart to fuck her!
Stacy didn't want her mother and her uncle to know what she'd seen, at least not yet. She decided to act as if she was just arriving home. Once more, she jogged up the front walk, her big, beautiful tits bouncing away like two melons loose inside her sweater. This time, she banged the door loudly when she opened it, and she shouted, "Is anybody home? Mom? There's a strange car in the drive!"
"Just a minute, dear," her mother called from upstairs. "Your Uncle Stewart just drove in. He's in the shower right now, so you'll have to wait a few minutes. He was all hot and tired from the long drive."
Stacy giggled. She knew that her Uncle Stewart was all hot and tired from driving his big prick into her mother!
"Okay, Mom, I'll wait, but I hope it won't be too long. I have to shower and put on my new cheerleader outfit, then get myself something to eat. I have to be at the field by six-thirty at the latest."
Her mother came down the stairs in a robe and slippers, drying the end of her curly, dark hair, and smiling. She was in an exceptionally good mood.
"Stacy, dear, you shouldn't have to wait long. I got home early from work today, and what a surprise it was when Stewart drove up. I was just getting ready to take a bath when he arrived. I've taken mine now, so as soon as he's done, you can take yours. He's taking me out for a quick supper, then we'll both go to the game. Stewart's never seen his favorite niece lead the cheers and he said he's looking forward to it."
"Hey, that's great, Mom! Is he still as handsome as I remember him?"
"Even more so, dear. The last time you saw him, he was about the same age as you are now. He's matured a lot since then."
I'll just bet he has, Stacy thought to herself, unable to keep from letting out a short, snorting laugh.
"What's so funny, Stacy?" her mother asked.
Stacy blushed and answered, "Oh nothing much. I just thought of something that I saw earlier today."
They chatted for a couple of minutes until they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"That must be Stewart now," Stacy's mother said.
Stacy jumped up as a tell, handsome man in his middle twenties entered the room.
"Good God!" he exclaimed, his eyes roaming over Stacy's glorious figure from her shapely legs to her lush young tits. "My favorite niece has sure changed since I last saw her!"
"Hi, Uncle Stewart," Stacy said with a broad grin as she ran to him and threw her arms around him.
She lifted her face as he started to kiss her on the forehead, and mashed her lips against his while at the same time firmly, but in a way her mother couldn't see from behind her, she thrust her hips hard against his groin and held herself there. She could tell her uncle knew what she was doing. His hips arched forward slightly, jamming a hard bulge into her crotch. A little thrill of joy shot through her.
Stewart broke the embrace and said with a smile on his face, "Well, Stacy, it looks like you and I will have to get acquainted all over again. My, it must be nearly ten years since I last saw you. You were a cute little girl then. Now you are a truly lovely young woman!"
Slightly embarrassed at the compliment, Stacy giggled. "You aren't so bad looking yourself, Uncle Stewart. You'll have to excuse me now, though. I have to shower and change, I'm due at the football field in an hour."
She ducked around him and dashed up the stairs. The feel of his arms around her, his hard belly against hers, and his stiffening cock against her pussy, even through her skirt and panties, had started her juices flowing like she couldn't believe. Her panties were soaking wet in the crotch by the time she got upstairs to her room. Swiftly, she peeled her clothes off, and then, with one hand against her pussy to keep it from dripping her hot and gooey cunt cream all over the floor, she went into the bathroom. Kind of accidentally on purpose, she forgot to close and lock the door.
The doors to the tub and shower combination were clear glass. Stacy turned the shower on, letting the warm spray wash over her sleek body. She lathered herself thoroughly, washed, and rinsed off. Then she lathered her mat of sandy pubic hair until there was a heavy foam of suds. Fantasizing that it was her Uncle Stewart, she let her right hand roam over and around her pussy, softly and gently stimulating her desires. Then she let her long, slim middle finger slip into the slot between her swelling and sensitized cunt-lips while her thumb tenderly nudged her hardening clit.
Dreaming of her uncle's big, hard cock, the one that had been sloshing in and out of her mother's cunt, Stacy began to work finger after finger into her hot, oozing cunt as little tremors started to bolt through her beautiful torso. She raised her free hand and ran it up her firm belly to her soap-slicked, firmly jutting tits. Cupping one tit, then the other, she squeezed them gently, working her fingers around her hardening, stretching nipples, running her forefinger around and around the puckering pink areolas.
Taking a firmer grip on the slippery flesh, she bowed her head and neck as far down as she could while hoisting her firm, heavy tit toward her mouth until she could lick the straining nipple with her long pointed tongue. Finally she managed what she was after--getting the whole nipple sucked into her hot mouth.
That, combined with her hand, so busy stroking and plunging in and out of her steaming cunt, was getting Stacy so hot she couldn't stay still. With the warm, soft spray beating down on her, her mouth closed around her swelling, growing nipple, and her right hand fucking her eager pussy, her climaxes began. The first ones were quick and shallow, hardly more than shivers. They seemed to spread from her clit and the tips of her nipples in little waves that spread out in all directions like ripples in a pond.
As her reactions grew in strength and frequency, she began to pant, no longer able to keep her lips closed around her throbbing nipple. Now the spasms were blasting through her. They shot like thunderbolts from her flaming clit down the insides of her thighs. Electric sparks seemed to flick up her belly deep into her guts. Her tits quivered with electric thrills.
She began to squeeze her tits harder, pinching and twisting her rigid nipples, teasing them until they stretched out over an inch in length. Her right hand was moving harder and faster. Her fingers, gooey with her cream, were plunging in and out of her steaming cunt. Her thumb rubbed and pushed at her pulsating clit.
Stacy's head was thrown back now. The shower spray beat down on her pretty face. The warm stream washed down over her lush tits. The water flowed down to the thatch of light-brown hair at her groin. Her hand was now almost a blur, pistoning in and out of her cunt, bringing her closer and closer to that longed-for relief. Her whole body was on fire with the need for that big orgasm!
The little climaxes continued to grow. She was shaking and quivering all over, but still that big blast wouldn't come. Stacy was so into getting herself off that she didn't hear footsteps enter the bathroom. Only the roaring of the excited blood in her ears and the spray washing down on her.
A deep, masculine voice startled her.
"Why, Stacy! What are you doing? Don't you know that's a man's job?"
The soft voice was just enough to give her desires that final push. She had three fingers plunged deep in her cunt, her thumb pressed hard on her clit. Her other hand closed on the nipple of her right tit and pinched hard. Her mouth opened as she let out a long, soft shriek.
Her hips bucked and jumped as if trying to force her creaming cunt to swallow her whole hand. A huge riptide of contractions jetted through her torso, her arms, her legs. Her body clenched and shook, her knees gave way, and she slowly slid down to the floor of the tub, shivering and jerking as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had wracked her glorious torso.
As her spasms diminished and died away, she looked up at her Uncle Stewart, who was standing beside the glass door watching her, a lascivious twinkle in his eye, an erotic smile on his sensuous lips.
"Thank you, Uncle Stewart!" she panted. "Thank you. Your words were just what I needed to get off."
"You're welcome, my dear niece, but I meant what I said. It's both a whole lot easier and a lot more fun to do it the right way--with a real cock!"
Stacy giggled, the thought of having her uncle fuck her was starting to get her aroused again.
CHAPTER TWO
Stewart knew he should have left the bathroom the instant he found his niece was in it. At first he was just curious about the girl. She had certainly grown, and if the interesting bulges in her sweater and the curvature of her skirt were any indication, she had developed exceptionally well. Then, when he actually saw her naked in the shower, he couldn't tear his eyes from her fabulous figure. Now there, he thought to himself, is a girl made for fucking!
In spite of the fact that he'd just finished fucking Stacy's mother less than a half-hour earlier, the sight of the girl's fantastic body caused his heavy cock to start pumping itself up again inside his pants. And when she expressed no fear of his presence, only interest, it started to feel like his prick was going to explode right through all those layers of cloth. His mind was in a whirl, torn between the desire to get this glorious girl into bed, and feeling guilty about having such thoughts about his own niece.
He didn't have to worry, Stacy took the lead. She opened the shower door, pulled his head down to hers, and gave him a long, sensual kiss. Her firm tongue probed for an opening, then squeezed its way between his teeth and searched around the inside of his mouth, tickling his own tongue, then exploring further. It thrust deeper, almost into his throat. Stewart couldn't remember ever having a girl explore so deep into his mouth with her tongue. It was incredibly sexy!
Stacy wasn't satisfied with just a soul kiss, though. She placed his hand on one of her swelling tits, then guided his other hand to her dripping pussy. As soon as she was satisfied he had got the idea, she unbuckled his belt and sent her hands searching under the waistband of his pants and under-shorts. They found what they were seeking, and it sent a thrill of pure joy through her. The feeling of his warm, hard, heavy, long cock in her hands, the oddly delicate, silky, fragile feeling of the skin that covered it made her feel like she was melting all over.
God! She had to get that wonderful cock inside her! There was nothing else, she had to have it!
Stacy could no longer resist. She had to see that cock, to have it out in the open. In one smooth motion she opened the zipper of his fly and then slipped his pants and shorts down to his ankles, freeing his mighty fuck-rod so that it swung out into the air.
The girl let go of his pants and seized his big prick with both hands. It felt so good on her skin! She couldn't believe how great it felt. On an impulse, Stacy leaned forward and kissed it.
Then she wormed her tongue between her lips so the tip of it touched the tip of his foreskin, for Stewart was not circumcised.
The touch of Stacy's tongue to Stewart's cock forced another surge of blood pumping through his tense fucker, stiffening it, raising it, stretching it. The enormous prick was now almost ten inches long and over an inch and a half thick!
To Stacy this was like a miracle. She could feel the throbbing of his cock pulsing against her lips. She eased the point of her tongue into the little opening of his foreskin, then sent her tongue swirling around the warm firmness, the unbelievable smoothness of his prick head.
Still Stacy wasn't satisfied. She wanted more. Opening her jaws as wide as she could, she nodded her head forward, sucking as she did, until the great head of his cock popped inside her mouth. Oh, but that felt good, that heavy, warm, pulsing smoothness inside her mouth!
"Oh God, Stacy!" Stewart exclaimed out loud. "Oh Jesus, girl, that's fantastic! Shit, Stacy, suck it, suck my cock! Suck it harder. Suck it deeper. Christ, Stacy, that's fucking fantastic!"
Stacy heard the sounds but not the words. She was too busy. Her mouth was full of wonderful cock. She nodded her head back and forth, feeling the stuffed sensation of Stewart's huge cock head bloating her mouth, slipping around inside her cheeks, sliding across her tongue. The tip would bump against the back of her mouth, the opening to her throat, and each time that happened it would trigger another surge of little erotic spasms shooting through her.
Abruptly Stewart seized her water-soaked head in both hands, stopping her nodding motions. She continued to swirl her tongue around his cock, though, and to suck it and nibble lightly at it with her lips and teeth.
"Stop it, Stacy, stop it! You're driving me nuts! Stop before I come in your mouth!" Stewart moaned.
Stacy shook her head, as much as she could with her mouth full of prick. She didn't want to stop. She wasn't exactly sure what he meant by come in her mouth, but she didn't really care. She loved the feeling of that big, hot, throbbing, slick cock in her mouth!
As she continued to suck and lick and nibble, Stewart moaned again. He didn't say anything, just moaned with pleasure. Now, instead of holding her head still, he began to bob it back and forth and arch his hips at the same time.
Stacy didn't particularly like the feeling of that. Instead, she pulled his hands away from her head, then grabbed the shaft of his cock again with both hands. Now, as she nodded her head, she also pumped his cock with her hands. That made his huge prick seem even bigger, longer. It also peeled the tight foreskin back from the blunt smoothness of his big prick head.
She wanted the feeling of his whole prick in her mouth, even if the fat head of it reached all the way down to her stomach! Oh God, she wanted to sink that marvelous fuck shaft all the way into her throat! She'd forgotten, at least for the moment, about getting fucked. She was loving this new and unimagined sensation of sucking cock. It was something that she'd heard about, but it had always seemed dirty and ugly to her. Now that she was actually doing it, though, she absolutely fucking loved it!
This time though, she wasn't going to get a chance to see how deep she could gulp Stewart's big cock, how much of it she could swallow. Stewart was enjoying the erotic pleasure of her sucking so much that he could no longer hold himself back. He felt the drawing up of his heavy balls, which meant that they were getting ready to squirt their heavy load of jizz.
Stacy could feel a change in his heavy prick. It seemed to pulse in a new rhythm, and to swell and throb in her cheeks, on her tongue. Then suddenly she felt it contract in strong, regular squeezes and something hot and slippery and sticky and gooey shot into her gulping throat. She swallowed and sucked and gulped for all she was worth, loving the sensation of that dense, slimy goo sliding down her throat.
Soon it was all over--long before Stacy was ready for it to be over. She wished she could go on sucking and swallowing and sucking and swallowing. His fat, hard cock was shriveling, becoming soft and flabby, shrinking in both length and diameter. She let it slide out of her mouth, but still holding the now-flaccid shaft in both hands, she licked the last droplets of Stewart's cum from his little piss slit, then worked his foreskin back over his cock head. She pulled herself back up straight, groaning as her tightened muscles relaxed. Her uncle was also coming out of his orgasmic daze.
With a broad grin, Stewart said, "Jesus Christ, Stacy, you're some kind of a terrific cocksucker. You must have had a special teacher."
"Thank you, Uncle Stewart, but I swear this is absolutely the first time I've ever done this. I always thought there was something kind of nasty about the idea of sucking a boy's cock. Now I know better. Boy, do I ever! I can't think when I've ever enjoyed anything as much, except maybe getting myself off, but that's different. Now, Uncle Stewart. I want you to fuck me. We better hurry though, because I don't think mom would like it if she caught us like this. Besides, we have to hurry because I have to dress and eat something and get to the football field in time for pre-game practice."
Stewart was pulling up his pants and tucking his shrunken cock into his shorts. "God, Stacy, if that's the first time, you really do have natural talent! As to fucking you now, I don't know how much you know about men's balls, but they aren't like what you women have. It takes a little while to get them recharged and ready to fire again."
The girl looked both surprised and disappointed. "Does that mean we can't fuck now?"
"Honey, don't look so unhappy. I know what you want, and I really do want to help you. Shit, Stacy, I'd consider it both an honor and a great pleasure to have us fuck. You have to be the absolutely sexiest girl I've ever seen, even sexier than your mother, and Lord knows, even thinking of her or picturing her in my mind has given me hard-ons ever since the first time I saw her."
"Like I said, Stacy, I want to do it right. To be a really good fuck, it takes time. You work up to it gradually, not just jump on and jump off again. You want it to be good, don't you?"
"Well, all right, Uncle Stewart, if you say so." She didn't sound too happy about the arrangement.
Stewart now had himself put back together. Stacy rinsed off one final time, then stepped out onto the bath mat to towel herself dry.
"Here, let me help you," her uncle said, taking the big, fluffy bath towel. First he dried her back, gently and tenderly, enjoying the smooth flow of the terry cloth towel over her firm, silky young skin. Next he dried her arms, working from her smooth, tanned shoulders down her long, slim, well-muscled arms to her long, slender hands. He dried each finger individually, wrapping the end of the towel into a little tunnel around it, then stroking back and forth. A little sensual thrill shook Stacy and made her giggle with nervous excitement.
When he was through with her neck, shoulders, back, hands and arms, he turned her around. First he softly blotted the dripping moisture from her upper chest and tits and belly, then followed that by making long, smooth strokes with the towel from the furry thatch of sandy brown hair at her pussy, up her belly, sliding up the underside of her big, thrusting tits. His strokes paused delicately at her nipples, making little circles around the broad, light pink areolas until they started to pucker, forcing the stiff rods of her nipples to harden and stick out like tiny cocks.
That made Stacy shiver, but a joyous, excited shiver at the feeling of his touch on her sensitive nipples.
His strokes continued on over her tits, then to her shoulders and neck. Satisfied that her superb torso was sufficiently dry, he switched to her legs, working the towel up from her feet and ankles to her groin. There he paused, then, ever so softly, slid a fold of the towel back and forth along her pussy slit, drying her pubic hair and cuntlips. The edge of the towel slipped between her swelling pussy lips, rubbed lightly along her clit shaft, and brought her clit back to swelling erection.
When the little head of her clit showed itself from under the hood of Stacy's soft pussy flesh and the fluffy towel touched it, Stacy moaned out loud in joy. The tender touch had shot an orgasmic spasm bolting through her body. Her uncle continued to stroke the soft towel back and forth, carefully, gently, so as to stimulate her large clit to the maximum without hurting it.
He toyed with the towel at her cunt, teasing her stiffening clit and her swollen pussy lips, then returned to her ankles once more. He stroked the towel up the insides of both legs in smooth but gradual movements until Stacy found her flesh shivering, her muscles shaking as the growing, building sexual tension within her became stronger and stronger.
As she came closer and closer to her climax, Stacy raised her hands to her swollen tits. She started to squeeze them lightly. As she milked her big, heavy solid tits from chest wall to nipple, Stewart continued to run the towel up her inner thighs to her now dripping, demanding cunt. Stacy began to shiver all over. Her shoulders were shaking, her hands and arms quivering. Her strong, smooth belly muscles bunched up, arching her pussy mound forward.
When Stewart found the downy hair of Stacy's delectable cunt almost in his nose, he dropped the towel. It was such a pretty young cunt, with its silky border of light-brown hair and its puffy young pussy lips, that he had to taste it! Stacy was already excited and her rich, creamy cunt juices were starting to flow.
The girl let out a squeal of delight when the pointed tip of her uncle's tongue touched the hot swollen lips of her tight young pussy. Although she and her girlfriends had fooled around with fingering each other and things like that, Stacy had never had her cunt eaten before. She had heard about it, even read about it, but like sucking cock, it was something she didn't think she'd like. Not until now, when it was actually happening. And it felt incredible!
Stewart held her firm, strong, slender thighs in his big hands. He drew her arched hips closer to his mouth and lapped his talented tongue the length of her creaming pussy, tickling her hot pussy lips, but not sliding his tongue between them yet. His tongue swirled around in her soft, silky pussy fur, then returned to her pulsing cunt lips. The point of his tongue probed softly between her puffy pussy lips, moving back and forth along her narrow fuck slit. That brought another delighted shriek from Stacy.
"Oh God, Uncle Stewart," she gasped, "you just couldn't believe how great that feels! Do it some more! Stick your tongue in deeper! Suck up my creamy juices! Oh Jesus, Uncle Stewart, do it!"
He could feel the quivering of her legs in his hands. Her hips were now moving with a life of their own, slowly rocking back and forth with a slight upward thrust. Stewart Hammond understood women. He knew that meant Stacy was rapidly approaching her climax. He also knew how to make it a very special climax for her.
When her uncle began to probe more deeply into her cunt with his tongue, when he pulled his face harder against her lustily puffed-up pussy lips, Stacy had the feeling he was going to suck all of the juices right out of her! It was a wonderful feeling to have his tongue slipping deep inside her and lapping her hot fuck cream. With each flick of his educated tongue, Stacy felt another bolt of joy go through her excited, overheated body. She was now praying, moaning for that big orgasm.
"Uncle Stewart," she groaned, "Uncle Stewart, please! Please make me come! I need it! You don't know how badly I need it! Suck my cream! Eat my pussy! Lick my clit. Oh God, Uncle Stewart, I need it so bad!"
Her panting demands drove her uncle to probe more deeply into his niece's hot and steaming pussy hole. He swirled his tongue around and around, lapping up the thick cream, then returning it. He was looking for Stacy's G-spot, that little place in her cunt, just back up under the pubic bone, where so many women are incredibly sensitive.
As Stewart's tongue slipped deeper into her oozing pussy, Stacy could feel his nose rubbing and bumping against her rigid clit, his lips kissing and sucking at her cunt lips. With her hands milking her heavy, solid tits and teasing her nipples hard, Stacy was now a solid, vibrating, squirming, sweating mass of sexual sensations.
Little sparks of sexual electricity were sparking through her body from the tips of her hard nipples. There were waves of trembling, clenching spasms radiating out from her clit and from the depths of her cunt where Stewart's tongue was so active. Stacy could feel the tremors rippling down her inner thighs, as well as up through her belly muscles. Her whole body was starting to shake and shudder with harder, deeper, longer waves of ecstatic contractions.
Stacy couldn't remember ever having felt so deliciously loose and soft and feminine, so pulsatingly thrilled with pleasures. Her cunt muscles were contracting in smooth movements, squeezing down on the tongue that was so thrilling her. Her belly muscles were tightening, arching her hips forward into the teasing, titillating mouth of Uncle Stewart, increasing the strength of her erotic thrills.
Now Stewart found the spot he was seeking. At first the tip of his tongue just touched it ever so lightly. It was enough, though, to cause Stacy to cry out with frantic, wordless joy.
God, he thought, my little niece is hotter than a firecracker. And she's not all that little any more, either. Jesus how I'd like to sink my hot cock in her creamy cunt! But not right now. Like I told her, that will come later, when we have the time to do it right!
Knowing that her uncle had found some special kind of spot, a place that she didn't know existed, Stacy thought she was ready for the next touch of his tongue there. Boy, was she wrong!
The girl was ready to come, there was no doubt about it. Stewart began to turn his head gently, just slightly from side to side. His nose brushed the throbbing tip of Stacy's rigid clit with each turn of his head. Then he put a little more pressure while at the same time swirling his tongue around deep in her cunt, aiming for that same ultra-sensitive spot.
There was no doubt when he connected. Stacy screamed out loud as her glorious body was wracked by deep, thundering, blasting spasms. She was shaking so hard that she had to let go of her beautiful tits to hold on to the frame of the shower door. Her knees grew weak and she slowly sank down until she was seated on the rim of the bathtub, in spite of the uncomfortable ridge of the shower door frame.
The scream was replaced by grunting, groaning pants as her breath quickened. It seemed like every muscle, every fiber of every muscle in her was expanding and contracting in rapid order, making her shake like she was having a deep and powerful fit. She closed her knees, trapping poor Stewart's head in a vise-like grip between them. He continued to lick and lap, sucking up the heavy flow of her cunt juices, prolonging the biggest and best orgasm of her whole life!
Neither Stacy nor Stewart had heard the front door slam just before Stacy screamed. Now they were brought abruptly out of their sexual daze by a voice from downstairs.
"Stacy! Stacy! Are you all right? I heard you scream."
CHAPTER THREE
Startled abruptly back to reality, Stacy nevertheless kept her wits about her and replied quickly, "I'm okay, Mom. I just stubbed my toe and Uncle Stewart is helping me back to my room. I'll be okay in a minute."
The girl had stood up again and wrapped the big towel around her luscious body. Her uncle stared at her in open admiration, this time not for her great shape and looks.
"Jesus Christ, Stacy!" Stewart said in a low voice so it wouldn't carry to the stairs, "Not only beautiful, but brainy and quick! Fuck, I didn't have any idea what to say and it looked like we were going to be in deep shit! Thanks for saving my ass."
She grinned back at him and replied, "And thank you, Uncle Stewart. If you'd have done to me what I wanted you to, then we really would have been in deep shit!"
To make it look real, Stacy hopped out of the bathroom to her bedroom, with Stewart helping her along. It was just as well, for Mrs. Hammond was coming up the stairs.
"Good grief, young lady," her mother began, "you certainly took long enough in the bathroom! Now get yourself dressed. I'll make a sandwich for you, that's all you'll have time to eat if you expect to get to the field on time!"
Ten minutes later, Stacy was dressed and downstairs in the kitchen, swallowing her milk in a few big gulps. She picked up the sandwich and started for the back door.
"Hold on a minute. Eat your sandwich, I'll give you a ride," her uncle said.
"Do you have a date after the game?" her mother asked. "If not, Stewart can probably give you a ride home."
Stacy, although asked out a lot, only dated when her friend Emily Porter got her one so the two girls could double date.
"No, not tonight," she told her mother. "I thought you were going to the game with Uncle Stewart."
"I'll go with him, but Mr. Preston is meeting me there. Stewart's arrival was a surprise, so it was too late to break the date. Anyway, I enjoy Mr. Preston, we always have a nice time together, and you can entertain Stewart tonight. If it's all right with you, Stacy. I probably won't be home until after midnight."
Stacy's head was whirling. The whole evening together, alone, with Uncle Stewart!
"That's just great, Mom. I mean, I haven't seen Uncle Stewart for years, this is a perfect time to get all caught up with each other."
"Well, have fun. I'll see you in a few minutes, Stewart," Mrs. Hammond said.
When the car pulled up in front of the gate to the football field, Emily and a couple of the other cheerleaders were standing there waiting for Stacy. Stacy joined them, hastily introduced her uncle, then the girls headed inside to the stands.
"Boy, Stacy," Emily said as they trotted along, chattering, "your Uncle Stewart is sure one good-looking guy! I'd trade him for old Kent in a flash!" Kent Marshall was Emily's more or less regular boyfriend.
"Yes, he is handsome, and he's awfully nice, too. I hadn't seen him since my dad died, but I remember I had a big crush on him when I was little."
"Well, you just tell him for me, Stacy, that if he wants a real good lay, I'm ready and willing, and even if I say so myself, all the boys who've fucked me say I'm the best they've had! It may be bragging, but there's nothing wrong with that when it's the truth."
Stacy giggled and replied, "You shouldn't talk that way, Emily. It isn't nice. Besides, I j think he's going to be here in town for a few days. Maybe you can tell him yourself. Except I bet you wouldn't really say that to him."
Emily chuckled, but didn't reply.
The game was close and tense. The cheer-leaders hardly sat down for a minute. By the time it was over, and Stacy's school won, she was tired, but still so high from the game that she couldn't sit still. She also was horny. Horny as hell! She could hardly wait until her Uncle Stewart took her home. Then, like it or not, ready or not, she was going to get him to fuck her!
Stacy's mother and uncle and Mr. Preston were waiting for her just outside the gate. She ran up, still excited.
"We won, Mom, we won! Isn't that great? Now we'll be in the championship for sure!"
"Yes dear, that's great," her mother agreed. "Now I'm leaving with Mr. Preston. You go home with your Uncle Stewart, and I'll see you in the morning. Don't wait up for me tonight, we're going into the city for a nice dinner and we'll probably meet some friends at a disco afterwards, so I don't know when I'll be home. Have a good time, you two." She kissed Stacy, gave Stewart a hug, then she and Preston turned and walked off toward his car.
"Well, my dear niece, it's just you and me against the world tonight. Is there anything special you'd like to do? Do you want to show me around town or anything like that? After all, I haven't been here since you were little and I was the same age you are now. Or we can stop for a pizza or something. Unless you'd rather meet your friends somewhere instead of spending the rest of the evening with an old fogey like me."
She hugged his arm to one of her firm young tits and grinned up at him as they walked along toward his car. "I'm kind of hot and sweaty after the game, Uncle Stewart. Why don't we just get home so I can take a quick shower. Then I have all kinds of ideas of things we can do."
When they got back to the house, Stacy took her uncle's arm and led him up the stairs. She pushed him toward the bathroom and told him to wait there for her. In her own room she swiftly stripped off her sweaty cheerleading costume, then returned to the bathroom, now stark-naked.
Stewart had taken his clothes off and was in the shower adjusting the water temperature when Stacy walked in. She climbed into the shower next to him and began to soap his back. Following her natural interest and curiosity, she worked her soft young hands down her uncle's muscular, well-tanned back to his hard ass. Then she let one hand, liberally coated with suds, slide into the deep groove between his ass cheeks. Her finger softly rubbed around and around his puckered asshole. She didn't have enough nerve to push it through that tight little round muscle--not yet.
Next Stacy snuggled up to him, her groin pressing against his firm ass, her big tits slipping, sliding, and squashing against his strong back. She reached both arms around him so that her hands could reach down between his legs and grab his big cock, so big it hung halfway to his knees.
Except that it wasn't hanging straight down anymore. It was already showing signs of life, thickening, swelling, growing, hardening. Stacy was fascinated by the way it seemed to pump up in little surges as it swelled and hardened. Once again, she was amazed at the smooth silkiness of the skin covering Stewart's prick, and of the throbbing strength of the stiffening cock within it. The touch of it, the feel of it in her hands, sent little shivers of delight running through her.
Not only did she love the feeling of his heavy cock in her hands, she loved the slippery, solid feeling of his back against her big, firm tits and the way his ass nestled into her groin. By arching her hips forward and upward, she could rub her clit on his ass! That shot new, stronger sparks of erotic delight through her. Now, rubbing his cock in her hands, rubbing her clit against the cheeks of his ass, and bouncing her tits on his soap-slicked back, Stacy was getting hot and horny.
Stewart called a halt. "Hey, girl, let's get cleaned up first, then fuck! The way you're going at it, we'll be too pooped by the time we get to bed."
"Aw, Uncle Stewart! I thought we could start here, then do it there too."
"Maybe, in time, Stacy. Right now, though, I think it'll be better if we do it my way."
She backed off then. They helped each other lather up, then rinsed off, toweled each other dry, and headed for the guest room where Stewart was staying. The guest room, for two reasons, it had a bigger, stouter bed than Stacy's girlish room, and Stacy's mother would be less apt to ask questions if the room smelled strange or if the sheets had unusual stains on them.
Stewart pulled the bedclothes back, then spread a dry towel over the bottom sheet and told Stacy to lie down on the bed. She did. Stewart joined her.
"Now Stacy, if anything I do doesn't feel right, or if I hurt you in any way, tell me immediately, okay? I want this to be right for you, to be a really enjoyable experience. No quick shots, no in-and-out like so many boys do and think they're really hot shit when all they do is get themselves off and leave the poor girl horny and frustrated."
Stacy reached out for his heavy cock and balls. Stewart stopped her.
"No, Stacy, I want this to be entirely for you. We'll have lots of times to try other things, we don't have to do it all at once. Do you have any dusting powder or baby powder?"
"There's a can of baby powder next to the bathroom sink," she answered.
Stewart left, to return a minute later with the powder. He sprinkled it lightly all over Stacy's lovely body. The cool softness of the powder made her giggle like a kid being tickled.
After he had a light coating of the powder on her, he kneeled, his legs spread over her thighs. Then he leaned forward and began to lightly and gently massage the powder all over the front of her body. He started with her neck, moved down to her shoulders and collarbones, then worked down her arms one at a time, teasing her fingers one by one in a slow, sensuous stroking.
Next, he transferred his attention to her upper chest and the top slopes of her thrusting tits. Stewart gently moved his flattened palms down from her collar-bones to the stretching, hardening tips of her lovely tits. When his hands reached her broad, pink areolas, he curled his fingers lightly around them, then began to lightly milk them outward to the stiff nipples.
Stacy was starting to sigh and moan as the pleasure built up inside her, filling her with that wonderful wet, squirmy, itchy feeling in her clit and her cunt and deep inside her belly. Her uncle's touch was so gentle, so comforting, so wonderful, she could hardly believe it was happening. It was more like a marvelous, erotic dream than real life!
Stewart continued to work on her glorious tits, adding a little more powder to keep his stroking smooth and sensual. Now he worked on the sharp lower slopes of those big, firm tits, spreading his hands wide to hold as much of the firm and lovely flesh as he could, then he slipped his hands smoothly, gradually upward, starting to squeeze lightly as he moved them, until when they reached Stacy's hardened nipples, he closed his fingers around them and lightly pinched.
"Oooh! Oh God!" she exclaimed. "Oh Jesus, Uncle Stewart, that feels fantastic! Oh do it! Oh do it! Do it more! Do it harder!"
"You really like that, do you? You like to have your tits and nips played with?"
"God, do I! Please! Please do it more! And suck them, suck my nipples!" She begged, squirming and arching her back, trying to force her tits higher, grind them into his skilled hands. She was creaming heavily now. The gooey stuff was already oozing from between her puffed and excited cunt lips.
Stewart wanted his niece so hot she was begging to be fucked. Not until Stacy was so horny she was demanding his big, hard cock in her hot and dripping pussy would he fuck her. Only then, when she was hot and swollen, dripping with lust drops, sweating with the need--only then would he fuck her. Because only then would she be truly ready.
His biggest problem now was controlling his own desires. God, he thought, Stacy is a fucking wet dream come true! He'd known a lot of lovely girls and a lot of beautiful women, all of them sexy as hell, but this niece of his was by far the lushest, loveliest he'd yet seen. Not only did she have a great face, her body was out of this world! A tiny waist, rounded hips, a firmly muscled belly and legs, and those amazing tits! God, even now, when she was lying flat on her back, they stuck straight up in the air like they were made of rubber or something!
Yes, Stewart was having some trouble. His cock was now hard as steel and in need of release. But no, he'd keep himself in check. He wanted this to be Stacy's best fuck ever. Of course, he didn't know she was still a virgin.
He continued to squeeze and milk her big tits. He spread a little more powder on the tight skin of her firm belly, then gently worked it in with his finger tips, going around and around her belly button, then drifting down to her sandy-brown, silky pubic hair. Then he switched his light massage to her thighs. At first he rubbed upwards from her knees, not quite to her crotch. Then he added a touch more powder and began to sweep his hands in long, soft, smooth strokes from behind her knees, up her inner thighs, to her lust-puffed cunt lips.
Stacy's breath was now coming in little, squealing, panting gasps. Constant shivers shook her from head to toe as her sexual excitement mounted ever higher. When she could, she would gasp out little orders, demands.
"Jesus Christ, Uncle Stewart! Oh God, that's good! Shit, fuck me, fuck me now! I need it, oh God, how I need it! Oh do it, Uncle Stewart, please!"
Stewart put the powder aside on the bedside table and concentrated on the girl's oozing, itching, lust-swollen cunt. First he ran his fingers all around the outer edge of her cunt lips, through her silky pussy fur, then around and around her cunt without actually touching any of the extra-sensitive inner skin of her pussy lips. Then, as he continued to circle her pussy with his fingers, he let his thumbs begin to slide down the little ridge of her clit shaft.
This brought new squeals of delight from Stacy, but her uncle didn't stop. He continued to massage her clit shaft with slightly added pressure. Then he let his forefingers slide between her sopping cunt lips and slip up and down their cream-slicked, tender length. He slowly, carefully, delicately inserted first one, then two fingers of his left hand, then did the same with his right hand, so now he had four fingers inside Stacy's hot, dripping cunt. She screamed with unsatisfied lust.
While slowly sliding those fingers in and out of her creaming cunt, he continued to massage her stiffening clit until it pushed its tiny head out of her pussy lips. Stacy's nipples were standing out from her puckering areolas like twin towers, hard, stiff little cylinders jutting from the tips of her excitement-puffed tits.
"Now!" Stewart said in one short, sharp exclamation.
He spread Stacy's knees wide apart and had her draw her legs up so that her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Then he bent forward, bracing himself on one arm, and with his other hand guided his ten-inch-long cock to the girl's slippery fuck-slot. As soon as his prick touched the cream-soaked, tender inner lips of her cunt, Stacy gasped with delight. An orgasmic contraction swept through her, her hips arched upwards, forcing a good half of her uncle's mighty cock into her demanding cunt. Her strong but inexperienced young cunt muscles started to clamp down on his rigid prick and almost squirted it out of her again. When she felt it slipping away, she automatically wrapped her legs around his hips, just as she'd seen her mother do, and pulled them towards her own.
There was no doubt in Stewart's mind that Stacy was more than ready. He hunched forward on his elbows, freeing his hands to toy and tease and gently massage her beautiful tits. He kissed her gently on the lips, then harder, his tongue probing between her lips, her teeth, and into her mouth. He started to slowly, carefully piston his hips back and forth, taking gentle strokes, pumping his hard, hot cock in and out of Stacy's sucking, steaming fuck-hole.
As she felt her cunt expand with the thickness of her uncle's huge cock thrusting deep into her guts, Stacy felt another, stronger spasm begin to surge through her from the depths of her guts, shaking her, filling her with a joy she'd never before experienced. God, she thought, fucking sure beats the shit out of masturbating!
Her thoughts stopped, though, as her feelings took complete control. Now Stewart's enormous prick was pumping in and out of her like some kind of big, fleshy piston. Tremors shot down her inner thighs from her pussy to her knees. Hot sparks seemed to shoot from her turgid nipples, tender and full of blood. When Stewart pinched those rigid nips from time to time, it fired off new waves of climaxes rocketing through the girl's body.
Stewart was having trouble keeping from shooting too soon. Jesus, this girl is hot! he thought to himself as he continued to fuck his hard cock in and out of her slippery, tight young cunt. They'd had to break the kiss, both were panting too hard to breathe.
Stacy was squeezing her ankles hard over Stewart's ass, rhythmically, in time with his pumping cock, trying to force even more of his tremendous prick even deeper into her hungry cunt. She wanted to suck it all inside her, cock, balls, everything! She wanted to be stuffed so full of cock that she'd burst apart with the pure stuffed joy of it! The thrills and chills, the spasms and contractions were surging through her in a steady stream, now. She was a mass of shivering, shuddering, fucking, hot and horny flesh. She was wild, demanding, eager for that grand climax that would release her from the terrible sexual tensions.
Both of the fucking pair were now lost in their own desires. Nothing mattered any longer except achieving climax. They had lost all conscious thought, lost it in the deep power of their lascivious feelings, their erotic emotions.
Stacy was crying out with little wordless whimpers. She could feel a massive explosion building up inside her. The thundering power of her uncle's huge cock pistoning away in her cunt was raising her to unimagined heights of sexual arousal. She wouldn't have believed any experience could be so total, so powerful, so marvelous!
Subconsciously she felt a change. Stewart was plunging into her harder, stroking long, strong and deep. He was ramming his great prick from its very tip all the way to the hilt, to the depths of her cunt, to her very belly, with each stroke. Stacy sensed that his enormous cock was, if possible, getting even thicker and harder, stretching even longer than before! Hard, wavelike contractions started to pulse from the root of the big, hot cock to the tip.
Then it happened! She felt something warm and gooey, something slimy and wonderful gush from the tip of his cock, now buried to the very base in her hot and sucking, greedy pussy. Each time there was a wad of the stuff slamming into her belly, her cunt answered with a powerful contraction, seizing his prick, milking it down, and sending massive waves of orgasmic contractions rocketing through her torso, down her legs, through her tits and nipples.
Stacy's mouth fell open and she screamed out loud, a high, shrieking wail of lecherous pleasure. Again and again, she screamed as the tremendous clenching orgasms contracted her every muscle fiber. Sweat popped out on her, covering her with a damp sheen. A rosy flush spread from her neck and shoulders down over her throbbing tits. She clenched her legs, jamming Stewart's groin against hers, grinding her pelvis into his, trying to extract more hot cum from his heavy balls.
The intense, thundering contractions of her grand orgasm slowly, gradually died away to an occasional little jerk of her legs, an upward thrust of her pelvis. Her hard panting eased to more normal breathing. She let her legs slide off Stewart's ass and straightened them out on the bed, for she was starting to get a cramp in her thigh muscle. She wouldn't let go of her bear hug, though. She couldn't stand for it all to be over so soon.
"Ohhhh, my!" Stacy sighed. "My girlfriend Emily always told me fucking was fun and I should try it, but I couldn't have imagined it would feel this good! I couldn't have imagined anything could feel this good! Now that I've discovered how great it is, well, I'm going to be doing a whole lot of it from now on."
Stewart looked into her beautiful satiated face in surprise. "Oh shit! That means you were a virgin! God damn, I hope nothing comes of this."
Now Stacy looked surprised. "I thought you knew I was a virgin. I thought you understood, I wanted you to be the first, Uncle Stewart. I wanted you to get my cherry. Not that anything happened, I mean like hurting or bleeding or like that. It was just the most fantastically great thing that ever happened to me!"
Stewart gave her a warm, loving, understanding smile. "Thank you, Stacy. You were amazingly good for someone who never fucked before. I'm glad you wanted me to be your first. That wasn't what worried me, though. I didn't use a rubber. If you were a virgin, I don't imagine you have a diaphragm or are on the pill or anything like that, and I sure don't want you to get pregnant from your first fuck!"
CHAPTER FOUR
With a little giggle, Stacy replied, "Oh, I'm on the pill, you don't have to worry. When mom saw how fast I was developing, and how big my tits were getting, she insisted on putting me on the pill. She told me that it didn't mean I should go out and fuck everything with a cock, but that I should be prepared for when the irresistible urge hit me. She kind of stammered a little and added that, although she and dad really did love me, I hadn't been planned, nor had their marriage, and she didn't want that to happen to me."
Stewart hadn't realized it, but he had been holding his breath for her reply.
"Boy, Stacy, you don't know how glad I am to hear you're safe! I was so damned eager to fuck you that I didn't even stop to think about what could have happened. In a way, that's quite a compliment to you. I can't remember the last time I was so horny and hot for a girl that I didn't take precautions!"
"Well, you don't have to worry any longer, Uncle Stewart," Stacy replied. "What should we do now?"
"Whew! Don't be so damned eager, honey. Give me a few minutes to get my breath and strength."
She let go of her hug. Stewart rolled off of her and onto his back on the bed, his shrunken prick sliding out of Stacy's cunt all coated with cream and cum. There was a strange, fishy odor that got Stacy curious. She twisted herself around and picked up his limp prick with one hand, then looked it over, sliding her hand back and forth along the slippery shaft. She bent down to sniff at the drying ooze. Her curiosity got the better of her and she stuck out the tip of her tongue and flicked up a little of the goo.
After rolling it around in her mouth a little, she discovered she liked it. It whetted her taste for more. She moved so she could crouch over her uncle's groin. Holding his big, limp prick with one hand, she began to run her tongue up and down his cockshaft, licking off all of the slippery mixture of his cum and her cream. As she licked, Stewart found his erection beginning to return, far sooner than he'd expected.
"Stacy, dear," he said, "spread your knees and straddle my face with your crotch so I can eat your cunt while you suck my prick. That way we can both enjoy the treat."
Stacy giggled and moved so that she was on her hands and knees, her cunt directly over her uncle's face, her own face now in his groin. She never missed a beat, licking on her new lollipop. She slipped the point of her tongue inside the little opening of his foreskin and lapped around the thickening head of his cock. She could feel it swelling in her mouth as she sucked the whole knob of it between her lips. She could feel the shaft of his big prick start to harden and stretch in both length and thickness. The sensations, and the thought of getting fucked again, made her shiver with delight.
As she licked and sucked on his growing hard-on, Stacy let her free hand stroke and feel around his pubic hair and his heavy, hairy balls. As she hefted his big balls, another thrill passed through her. If only she could get his whole cock, and his balls as well, into her mouth and throat! Wouldn't that be just about the greatest?
Stacy sucked all of his cock into her mouth. It was stiffening, but it wasn't yet fully erect. She was curious as to how it would slide into her throat, or if it would slide into her throat. Now, with her lips against her uncle's pubic hair, she continued to swirl her tongue around his hardening fuck-shaft. His cockhead was now nudging at the opening to her throat, being pushed softly, slowly, deeper and deeper as his prickshaft stiffened and stretched to full erection. Without even realizing when it happened, Stacy discovered that his cock head had slipped through the narrow place in the back of her mouth and had gone on into her throat.
She found the sensation of having her mouth and upper throat full of hot, swelling, throbbing cock fantastic. It triggered another series of orgasmic spasms shooting through her, moving from her throat down to her tits, and from her clit up to her belly.
Stewart unconsciously began to arch his pelvis upward in a slow, steady beat, fucking it into his niece's hot, sucking, gulping mouth and throat. At the same time, he began to explore her inner cunt more rhythmically with his long, educated tongue. He swirled it around, lapping up the accumulated juices from their fuck, and the new flow of her hot cream as well.
He could hardly believe his good luck. The sweet teenager, his own niece, was such a delicious, sexy young thing, and so hot, horny and willing! She seemed so anxious to try everything all at once. God, with such a delightful and gorgeous and willing pupil, he was going to have a ball.
Stewart's cock continued to grow in her mouth, to stretch and swell and harden. The fat, firm head of it was now well into her throat when suddenly she found she couldn't breathe! Frightened, she pulled her head up sharply. With the opening to her windpipe cleared, she could again breathe freely. Following her reasoning, she started to gulp his big prick in farther until she needed a breath, then back off so she could catch some air, then repeat the process. It didn't take Stacy long to establish a rhythm that allowed her to breathe fairly normally, yet take his whole enormous prick with each in-stroke. And the sensation of having her mouth and throat so filled, so expanded by that huge prick sent another and yet another wave of tremors soaring through her excited body.
Stacy's natural talent at cocksucking was having its effect on her uncle. Stewart found himself almost ready to come, far sooner than he'd expected. That drove him to more intense efforts to bring Stacy off at the same time.
Stacy began to move her head up and down faster, sliding his fat cock head back and forth in her throat. She could feel the shaft and the head of his mighty prick swell even fuller, harder. As she timed her movements to her faster panting, she grabbed his heavy balls in one hand. His ball sac seemed to shrink and tighten, drawing up closer to his groin. That was followed by a series of pulsations moving from the very root of his great cock all the way to the tip. She recognized that motion, and just as she did, she felt the great, hot globs of his cum splashing into the very depths of her throat.
At the same time she could feel Uncle Stewart's tongue swirling and swishing around deep in her pussy, teasing around that supersensitive spot up under her pubic mound. When the first spurt of jizz exploded into her throat, his tongue swept across her G-spot, his nose nudged her throbbing clit, and Stacy exploded in a mass of tremendous orgasmic contractions. Her whole cunt tried to capture and hold his long, slippery tongue in a vise-like grip as her strong young pussy muscles squeezed in a series of contractions as if trying to suck his tongue on into her belly.
The huge climax almost doubled her up when her belly muscles began to clench and draw up. Deep, spasmodic shivers shot down her inner thighs. Contractions tensed her guts and her neck and shoulders. She was a quivering, shaking, shuddering mass of orgasmic delights! Her throat contracted, squeezing her uncle's now-shriveling cock out of her mouth, the last strings of cum dripping from her lush, red, lust-swollen lips.
Jerking and twitching as the spasms continued to sweep through her, Stacy rolled over onto her side. Panting squeals of delight continued to burst from her cock-stretched mouth, now free to gasp its joy.
"Oh God, Uncle Stewart," she groaned in ecstasy, "this is the fucking most! I didn't know anything could make me feel so fabulous! Jesus, to think of what I've been missing all this time!"
"Fabulous is right!" her uncle replied. "You are something else, young lady. You're a real natural when it comes to sex. Do you know that in all my experience you're only the third girl who has ever swallowed my whole cock? Most girls won't even suck it, because of its size, much less try to take the whole thing. And you did it without my even having to urge you!"
While her uncle was speaking, Stacy had rolled onto her side and again picked up his shrunken cock in her hand. Not able to resist it, she leaned over and began to lick it clean once more, savoring the little strings and droplets of cum that she hadn't quite sucked off it earlier. She squeezed it, then began to massage it up and down, pulling his foreskin back clear of his purple cock head, then sliding it back up over it again. As she did this, she noticed a few drops of a thick, clearish fluid coming out of his little piss slit.
Assuming it was more of Stewart's cum, she lapped it up with the red, pointed tip of her tongue. She was surprised to find that it had a slightly different taste. It was somehow tangier. She liked it as least as much as the cum! Then she giggled out loud, her tongue and teeth against his fattening cock head.
"Jesus Christ!" Stewart exclaimed. "That tickles something fierce!"
"Do you like it, Uncle Stewart?" Stacy asked.
"Not really, I'm sorry to say. Please stop it."
"Okay, I just wanted to know if you liked it, cause if you did I'd do it some more. I giggled because of what I've been doing. Do you know, if anyone had said I'd be sucking a big, fat cock and swallowing all the cum that came out of it and trying to get more, I'd have called her a dirty, stinking liar! And now, in just a short day, I've come to love the stuff!"
"You're learning fast, Stacy. There are a lot of things in the world that sound unpleasant, even revolting, until we try them and then they prove to be just the opposite."
Stacy had continued to massage his heavy prick, soft as it was. Now it was once more becoming not so soft.
"Christ, girl, look at you! You're bringing my cock up again! Shit, I didn't think I could get it up again tonight. I still don't know if I can come again, but if you want to give it a try, I'm willing."
"I sure do, Uncle Stewart, but if it's okay with you, I'd like to try it a little differently."
"I guess so. How do you want to do it?"
"Well, I got this feeling that I'd like to sit on top of you and maybe lean over so you can suck on my tits. Would that be all right?"
"Would it ever! That's one of my favorite positions."
Stacy couldn't talk any more. She was too busy licking and sucking on her uncle's now rapidly growing prick. His mighty fuck-post was thickening, stretching, swelling quickly, and soon would be at full erection once again.
Stewart Hammond was proud of his virility, but what he'd done was surprising even to him! First he'd had a tremendous fuck with Stacy's mother, who was both someone he'd long had the hots for and someone extremely skilled at fucking. Then he'd been sucked off and fucked by the daughter who was rapidly showing signs of being better all around than her mother! Maybe not yet, but it wasn't going to be long before, in a major fuck-off, Stacy would win!
The thought of a monster national, shit-an international, fuck contest started Stewart chuckling. The First International Fuck-off! The title was breaking him up, but even that didn't stop the towering erection that his young niece was bringing to his over-fucked cock.
"Hey, Stacy, that's enough unless you want me to come in your mouth again. If you suck any more, I won't be able to fuck for a while again."
The girl withdrew her mouth from his rigid prick, licked her lips, smiled at her uncle and said, "That would be a terrible shame, Uncle Stewart, 'cause I really want to fuck now."
She didn't say anything more, just stood up on the bed, straddled his hips, and slowly lowered her already dripping cunt down to the head of his towering hard-on. Then she changed from a squatting position to a kneeling one, and using one hand to guide his colossal cock and the other to part her sopping pussy lips, she slowly lowered her steaming cunt down around his thick fucker.
Stacy didn't rush it in the least. She loved the feeling of his great cock parting her tight pussy walls as it slowly slipped deeper and deeper into her belly, giving her that wonderful stuffed-with-cock feeling, a feeling she couldn't describe in words, but that felt so good it brought little cries of joy from her lips.
The girl kept a steady downward sliding pressure, easing the whole ten inches of her uncle's great cock into her a fraction of an inch at a time, but without a pause or hesitation. She was creaming so heavily that his fuck-pole was greasy with the stuff, no further lubrication was necessary. Finally, her cunt hair was tangling in his pubic hair, his great prick was sunk to the hilt in her eager pussy. Stacy ground her hips into his, forcing the last tiny fraction of his big cock to the depths of her guts, and teasing her rigid clit on his crotch hair at the same time. A blast of tiny climaxes surged through her sleek, glorious body and brought more tiny shrieks from her fevered lips.
Now, satisfied that his big prick was as far into her as it would go, Stacy leaned forward, placing a hand on each of Stewart's shoulders. Then she bent down, waving her big, solid tits in his face, swinging her shoulders back and forth slightly. That made her rigid nipples slide back and forth across his lips. Excited by this, Stewart opened his mouth and tried to capture one of the stiff, pink little rods as it slid by. Then he stuck out his tongue, licking at each long, hard little nipple as it passed.
Every time her uncle's tongue rasped across the ultra-sensitive tip of each stiff nip, little shudders of erotic joy would shake Stacy's torso and she'd grind her cunt harder into Stewart's groin.
Sitting on his cock, her hips passive, only a few muscular contractions stroking the big prick within her, was no longer enough for Stacy. Now she began to raise and lower her hips, arching her pelvis back and forth as she did so, sliding his stiff prick in and out of her steaming, creaming fuck hole. At first, she moved slowly, thrilling at the slippery sensation of the big fuckrod sliding in and out of her tender cunt, sending chills of joy radiating through her gut. Then she picked up the speed slightly, lengthening her strokes at the same time, moving so about half of his mighty cock was pumping in and out of her demanding cunt with each stroke. Her eyes were starting to glaze, she was beginning to pant, and sweat was breaking out all over her body.
Stacy started to squirm, twisting her hips slightly as she pistoned herself up and down on his big, hard cock. Stewart reached up with his hands to steady her torso, then holding one shoulder, he used his other hand to guide one of her big, gorgeous tits to his sucking mouth. Using his lips to hold her engorged nipple in place, he nibbled lightly, delicately, gently at the long, fat tit tip with his teeth. Then, still holding it in place with his lips, he rasped his tongue back and forth across the flat, pebbly end and pinched it. A few droplets of sweetish fluid oozed from the tip as another wave of tremors shook Stacy and brought panting cries from her gasping mouth.
Stewart let go of Stacy's shoulder, and with his hand reached down, slid his fingers along her tense belly, and let them explore in the dense thatch of her sandy-brown, silky cunt hair. Holding his palm firmly against his smoothly muscled belly with its covering of soft, silky skin, he probed with his forefinger until he located Stacy's straining, throbbing, swollen clit. Just barely touching it with his finger, he slowly closed his thumb on the other side of her tiny, cock-like shaft. With his forefinger on one side and his thumb on the other side of her delicate, stiff clit, he started to stroke up and down it like he was jacking it off.
This time Stacy screamed out loud, a long, wailing cry of ecstasy. It was a wordless cry of pure, sexual joy. Her body shook and jerked with wave after growing, deepening wave of orgasm.
Stacy was now pounding her hips vigorously, rapidly, up and down. She was riding his huge fuck-post for all she was worth, raising herself up until only his mighty cockhead was held between her sopping, swollen pussy lips, then slamming herself down, burying his enormous cock to the hilt in her steaming, creaming, sucking cunt. She no longer had enough breath to scream, but little cries and squeals of carnal delight escaped from her gaping mouth with each stroke of her cunt on the stiff prick within it.
Both of them were rapidly approaching their grand climax, as Stacy's hips continued to thunder away, her soft flesh slapping into his, her strong cunt muscles gripping his mighty fuck-log. The action was lubricated by her heavy flow of cream, making her strokes long and smooth even though they were hard. Stewart was now arching his pelvis up to meet her descending stroke with every slurping, sliding, pump she made down his greased fuck-pole. Their groins were slapping together so loudly, so vigorously that they could be heard fucking from the next room. Stacy was bouncing so hard that even the bed started to bump up and down on the floor.
Not for long, though. She sensed, rather than felt, his cock tense, ready to explode the heavy load of cum from his balls deep into her sucking belly. At the same time he clamped his lips and teeth harder on her sizzling nipple, running his tongue hard and fast across the sensitive, flat, pebbled tip. He also pinched her clit lightly, just as the first bolt of his hot jizz splattered into Stacy's belly, deep into the far end of her eager, demanding cunt.
When his cum erupted into her hot pussy, Stacy let out another gasping, sighing wail. Her belly muscles started to vibrate. Little shivers ran down the inside of her thighs from her quivering cunt to her knees. Her shoulders began to shake. Suddenly she slammed her groin into his, ground her cunt down into his pelvis, and screamed as her whole body was wrenched and seized by a mighty, clenching contraction that seemed to double her up into one solid knot of ecstasy.
The powerful orgasm held her in that knot until the last of his steaming jizz jetted into her cunt. Then, as his cock again began to shrink, Stacy was shaken and jerked as if in a fit. Wave after wave of slowly diminishing climaxes bolted through her, shaking her like a dust rag. Gradually the contractions slowed and got smaller, shallower. Finally, as they died away to only occasional little twitches, the girl slumped down on top of her uncle and groaned with exhaustion and satisfaction.
She rolled off Stewart, propped herself up on one elbow, smiled into his face, and said, "Holy shit, Uncle Stewart! That was really something else! God, fucking is so much fun, no wonder they try to make it illegal." She giggled aloud, then added, "At least it isn't fattening!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Some time later, in the middle of the night, Stacy woke up. It was dark outside as well as inside, for they hadn't turned any lights on when they went to bed.
She was only half awake, and it took her a few minutes to get herself all sorted out. In the first place, she wasn't alone in the bed! In the second place, her cunt was very tender, but very juicy as well. And in the third place, there were a pair of strong, masculine arms around her and there was something big and hot and hard and fleshy prodding her in the belly.
Then she remembered. Uncle Stewart! She was in bed with her Uncle Stewart, and they'd both fallen asleep. Those had to be his arms around her, and the piece of fleshy pipe at her belly was his big, hard cock with another colossal erection!
Her half-numbed mind thought vaguely about sticking his big hard-on into her hungry cunt again, but then she realized that she really had to piss something fierce. It took her a minute to untangle herself from her Uncle Stewart. She didn't want to wake him up, too. Finally she managed to slip out of the bed and wandered off in the direction of the bathroom, only to walk into a wall.
"Oh shit!" she groaned.
Then it came to her, she was in the guest room, not her own room. Once that little problem was solved, she found her way out the door, down the hall, and into the John. She squatted on the toilet and let her piss flow with a tremendous feeling of relief. That taken care of, and her bottom mopped up with toilet paper, she flushed and headed back into the hall. Still not thinking very clearly, and with that deep hunger for another fuck, she started down the hall to the guest room and her Uncle Stewart again. She was about half way there when she heard the front door downstairs open!
That was followed by voices speaking softly. At first, she thought somebody might be breaking into the house! Then she recognized her mother's voice, even if it was almost a whisper. But her mother wasn't alone, she was talking to somebody else. Stacy could hear another voice, a deeper, huskier voice, but she couldn't identify it. Her mind roamed back over the earlier part of the evening and she finally remembered, her mother had gone out with Mr. Preston. That was okay, she liked Mr. Preston well enough, even though he wasn't her favorite of her mother's boyfriends. He always seemed kind of dull and stuffy.
Mr. Preston had lost his wife only about a year earlier. He was about the same age as Mrs.
Hammond, and they had been good friends even before Mrs. Preston died. The trouble was, Stacy couldn't see what her mother saw in Mr. Preston. After all, her mother was still good-looking, and she certainly attracted a lot of men, men who were, to Stacy, a lot more fun than Mr. Preston.
Suddenly Stacy found herself giggling. She wondered if Mr. Preston was a good fuck, then in her mind's eye she saw herself in bed with him, sitting on his cock. In her imagination it was a tiny little cock, and it didn't even get hard enough for her to get it into her cunt in spite of its small size. And Mr. Preston was kind of sickly white and flabby, too.
Abruptly she snapped out of her daydreaming daze, because she heard two pairs of footsteps coming up the stairs. They hadn't bothered to turn the lights on!
Stacy sprinted silently on her bare feet to her own room. She didn't bother to close the door, she slipped under the covers and pretended to be asleep, and just in time. She had hardly closed her eyes when the footsteps came into her room. Although her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure they could hear it, she determinedly kept her breathing soft and shallow so they'd think she was asleep. A small light came on, her mother had turned the tiny lamp on her dresser on. The footsteps approached the bed. "She's asleep, and she forgot to open her window again," her mother whispered.
"She's just as lovely asleep as she is awake and dressed in her cheerleader outfit," Mr. Preston whispered back.
"Don't you go sniffing after Stacy, now," Mrs. Hammond half-joked. "I'm more than enough woman for most men, I don't need competition from my own kid. And I'm damned if I plan on sharing you with her!"
The light snapped off again and the footsteps left the room. Stacy had trouble stifling a giggle again. If only her mother knew how Mr. Preston turned her off, how she didn't have the least bit of interest in fucking him!
The trouble was, she was wide-awake now. The excitement of having been almost caught running naked down the hall from her uncle's room turned her on. What she really wanted was a good fuck! That was out of the question for now, though, and she'd have to make do with her fingers.
The footsteps hadn't gone back downstairs, though. They'd gone into her mother's bedroom, and she didn't hear the door latch. Now her curiosity again got the better of her. Stacy slipped out of her bed and tiptoed out into the hall. She wasn't worried about either her mother or Preston going to the bathroom, her mother's room had its own.
Sure enough, the door was open a few inches and a little beam of light spilled through the crack out across the hall carpeting. Stacy crept silently up to the door and peeked around the corner of the frame. Her mother had already pulled the covers back from the bed and was almost undressed. Preston was just standing there, he hadn't even unbuckled his belt or taken off his suit coat! He was just standing there watching Stacy's mother, his mouth open in admiration, and practically drooling. God, Stacy thought, grownups can be disgusting. She smiled inwardly, remembering how she'd spent the evening herself, and added that it certainly didn't apply to her Uncle Stewart, though.
Her mother had finished undressing and posed like a centerfold model from a girlie magazine for Mr. Preston. As Stacy watched, she felt a streak of admiration, as well as just the tiniest pang of jealousy. For her mother had an outstanding figure, ripe and mature, but not droopy or flabby. Her tits were even bigger than her daughter's, yet they hardly sagged much more than Stacy's! Her hips were fuller and rounder, and she had just the tiniest little mound of a tummy, but she was definitely a well-shaped, well-rounded woman! Shit, her body's as good as mine, and she's my mother! It just isn't fair, Stacy thought.
There was no doubt that Mr. Preston was thinking the same thoughts. Stacy could plainly see a bulge in the front of his trousers, and she knew what made bulges like that in men's pants--cocks made those bulges! Stiff, turned-on cocks!
In spite of the unappetizing picture she'd formed in her mind of how Mr. Preston would look naked, Stacy was curious and could hardly wait until he took his clothes off, too.
Mr. Preston did not take his clothes off. Stacy's mother took his clothes off, for him. Somehow, that was something the girl was not prepared for. Oh, it was all right for her to take a boy's clothes off. It was all right for a single woman to take a man's clothes off, especially if the man was her boyfriend. But her mother? No way!
All of these thoughts were circulating through the girl's mind as she watched while her mother slowly, sensuously took Mr. Preston's clothes off him. First she snuggled up to his back and helped him out of his coat. After hanging it over the back of a chair, she snuggled up to him again, rubbing her pelvis into his ass as she rested her heavy, firm tits against his back and reached around him to unbutton his shirt. Instead of taking his shirt off, though, she unbuckled and unzipped his pants. Mrs. Hammond backed up just far enough so the pressure of her groin against his ass cheeks wasn't holding Preston's pants up any longer. She put her hands inside the waistband and slipped them down until they fell to the floor of their own weight.
Stacy almost snorted out loud! Mr. Preston was wearing long Johns for Christ's sake! And it wasn't even winter!
Her mother next took the unbuttoned shirt off the man and draped it over the chair. He stepped out of his pants and she folded them and put them over the chair as well, while he kicked off his shoes and socks. Next she took the bottom of his undershirt and smoothly peeled it off over his head. And Stacy got a shock.
Her imagination was right about one thing. Mr. Preston was terribly white. It was completely wrong about another, though. He wasn't flabby. Not a bit flabby! His whole chest and belly and shoulders and arms were rippling with big, powerful, well-defined muscles! Jesus, she thought, he's got to be some kind of weight lifter!
Her imagination was wrong about one other thing, too. She realized it when her mother snaked Mr. Preston's long Johns down over his ass and huge, powerful thighs. His cock sprang free, leaping to attention like a drum majorette's baton! It was huge, colossal, titanic! Stacy hadn't believed cocks got as big as her Uncle Stewart's. What she saw jump out of Mr. Preston's underwear was totally unbelievable! The fucking thing had to be a foot long and damned near two inches thick! How the fuck could any woman take something like that?
Stacy was shocked, startled, amazed! She hardly believed her eyes. Not only was his cock tremendous, the goddamned thing was standing out like a signpost, sticking straight out from his groin, not dipping down or anything. As a matter of fact, it was pointing a little bit upwards!
Frightened at the size of the man's stupendous prick, Stacy was nevertheless tremendously excited. She could feel the cream oozing out of her cunt and sliding down her naked legs. To stop it from dripping on the carpet, she put her hand to her pussy. Instead of just damming up the flow, though, she began to play with herself. Tender as her evening's fucks and eatings had left her, her excitement and desire were far greater than the soreness!
The thought of having a cock like that rammed into her tight young cunt scared the shit out of her, but it also excited her beyond belief! To be stuffed so full of cock meat like that, so she'd feel ready to burst open, why that would be just about the greatest! And how about having that monster cock shoved into her cunt to the hilt, so the great, fat circumcised purple head was shoved all the way up into her chest somewhere, and to have Uncle Stewart's big cock jammed down her throat to the hilt at the same time! Jesus Christ! Wouldn't that be something? Shit, they'd probably meet and bump and rub against each other somewhere deep in her insides!
All of those thoughts running through her mind while she watched were raising the tender teenager to new heights of carnal excitement! She could feel her pelvis arch upward and her hips start to buck against the hand she held so tightly against her oozing cunt, almost as if they belonged to somebody else, as if she had no control over what the bottom half of her own body was doing.
She may have been a little surprised by her hips and cunt, her femininity acting on its own, but she wasn't unhappy about it. A steady stream of little orgasmic thrills was pulsing through her body, centered in her taut, towering little nipples and her rock-hard clit and surging out in all directions, making her feel almost as good as if she were being fucked good and proper.
Stacy continued to watch through the crack between the door and its frame as her mother led Mr. Preston to her big, king-size bed. She backed him up to the bed and gave him a gentle shove, pushing him over backwards so that, now flat on his back, his titanic prick pointed straight up at the ceiling. Stacy stared at awe at his mighty fuck-rod. She was sure it was at least a foot long! And here she'd always thought they never grew more than six inches! Holy shit, two super-cocks in one day, one even bigger than the other! Except, the girl thought a little sadly, mother gets them both, and I only get the smaller one of the two.
She shrugged. It was probably just as well. Uncle Stewart's cock was more than enough to start with. Mr. Preston's would probably split me wide open, she decided. She was still curious, interested to see if her mother could take all of his fantastic, monstrous cock into her cunt. Stacy didn't yet know, but she was sure learning fast. Learning that most cunts can stretch unbelievably. Some can even stretch enough to take a fat, twelve-inch cock!
As Stacy continued to stare, she saw her mother take a bottle of some kind of light oil from her bedside table and squirt the stuff on Mr. Preston's super-prick. Next she massaged the slippery stuff up and down his monster cock, using both hands. His prick was so big around she could hardly close one hand around it! As her mother's strong but gentle hands continued to rub the oil into his mighty cock, it seemed to the girl that the gigantic fuck-log grew even longer and thicker!
Mrs. Hammond examined Mr. Preston's prick closely, then flicked out her long, pointed tongue and lapped up the clear droplets of pre-cum that were oozing from the little piss-slit of his cock head. Next she kissed the heavy purple knob. She didn't try to suck his ponderous prick into her mouth, though. Instead, she licked up one side of his giant shaft to his cock head, swirled her talented tongue around the top, then licked and sucked down the other side.
Mrs. Hammond gasped in a spasm of lust. "Shit almighty, Carlton, you'd better be as ready as I am. I can't fuck around like this any longer, I have to have this hulking fuck-club of yours inside of me, and right now!"
Preston didn't reply. Stacy's mother stood over his mammoth hard-on and slowly lowered her visibly dripping cunt to the tip of his great, club-like prick. She heaved a deep, lustful sigh when the smooth, purple knob of his cock head touched her widespread pink pussy lips. Then, raising and lowering her hips in a series of short, sharp strokes, she gradually worked his mammoth cock deeper and deeper into her creaming cunt. Her mouth dropped open and little, gasping cries began to escape from her lust-puffed, desire-reddened lips.
Mrs. Hammond now had her knees spread wide apart in her squatting position, to open up her cunt as wide as she could and ease the penetration of Mr. Preston's stupendous cock. Unbelieving, Stacy watched as his vast prick pumped farther and farther into her mother's cream-slicked, demanding cunt. Stacy had trouble believing her eyes. Almost before she knew it, his entire jumbo cock was buried to the hilt in her mother's pussy!
As she watched, Stacy felt herself growing hotter and hotter, hornier and hornier. She slipped three fingers into her creaming, slippery cunt and used her thumb to gently but firmly massage her stiffening clit. Then Stacy's mother clamped her knees together, putting tremendous pressure on Preston's astonishing cock. That triggered a series of climactic spasms shooting through her sleek, ripe body. Then she slumped forward to rest her upper torso weight on her hands, bobbing her large but well-shaped tits into Mr. Preston's face. At the same time she changed her position from squatting to kneeling so that she could more easily fuck his great cock.
Then she began to rock her hips back and forth, up and down, twisting them slightly as she did so, putting pressure on all sides of Preston's super prick. She couldn't hold back any longer. Low moans, groans of pure sexual abandon, of sheer erotic delight slipped from her swollen lips. Her hips moved faster, taking longer strokes. Stacy could see his giant cock impaling her mother. It was as if some kind of huge pink pipe connected the two on the bed.
The man had grabbed one of Stacy's mother's big tits firmly in both hands. He held it and gently massaged it, then milked it down from its broad base to its exceptionally long, fat, purplish nipple. Preston now sucked the big nipple into his mouth, rolled it around between his tongue and teeth then bit down on it. Not hard, but apparently just hard enough, because Mrs. Hammond grunted out loud and her hips shot forward, ramming his elephantine cock into her cunt as far as it could go.
Stacy, despite what she saw right in front of her, could scarcely believe that the whole of that tremendous cock could go into her mother. When the last little bit of it disappeared and their two groins were locked together, their pubic hair intertangled, Stacy's mother began to shiver. She jerked and twitched, bucked and twisted, each movement a little stronger than the last. .
"Jesus Christ, Wanda," Preston grunted, "take it easy, you're going to twist my fucking prick right off!"
That exclamation was followed seconds later by, "Shit, Wanda, I don't know what's gotten into you tonight. You're in such a goddamned hurry! Fuck it, I'm coming. I hope you're ready, I can't hold back any longer!"
His exclamation drifted off in a long, low, moaning sigh.
At the same time, Mrs. Hammond gasped, her body wracked by deep, rapid, powerful spasms. Her whole body was shaking; sweat made her beautiful body practically sparkle in the light from the bedside lamp.
Stacy found the play of light on her mother's gleaming skin surprisingly erotic. Stacy had never before been turned on by a woman's body, but now she was--and by her own mother! It wasn't just that, though. It was Mr. Preston's gorgeously muscled body, and his incredible cock splitting her mother, it was everything all together and at the same time.
The girl's hand almost disappeared into her own sucking cunt. Her mouth had engulfed her rigid nipple and was sucking at her tit as if to suck the big, firm mound of flesh in and swallow it. A tremendous spasm shook her from head to toe as she was submerged in yet another tremendous orgasm.
At the peak of her enormous climax, she screamed.
CHAPTER SIX
Suddenly all was silent. The moans and grunts from Mrs. Hammond's bedroom ceased completely as she and Mr. Preston stopped everything to listen. They had been too involved in their own mighty orgasms to realize where the scream had come from, but they had definitely heard it!
Stacy froze on the spot. Her body was still quaking and shivering with the power of her climax, but she managed to stifle any further sounds. She was badly frightened; she knew she'd screamed loudly.
Slowly she crept down the hall to her own bedroom on tiptoes, hoping no boards would creak and give her away. She ducked quickly into her own room and threw on a thin baby-doll nightgown.
Mrs. Hammond, wearing an old bathrobe, came bursting in.
"Stacy! Are you all right? I heard a scream!"
"I had a bad dream, Mom," the girl replied, rubbing her eyes and looking as though she'd just awakened. "I'm sorry I disturbed you."
Her mother heaved a sigh of relief, Stacy was all right, and apparently nobody knew of Mr. Preston's presence in her bedroom.
"That's all right, dear," Mrs. Hammond said. "Are you okay now? Is there anything I can do for you, honey?"
"I'll be fine, Mom," Stacy answered. "I'll just go downstairs and get myself a glass of milk, then go back to bed. I should be able to sleep just fine, then. I guess maybe it was too much excitement, what with the game, and Uncle Stewart here and all."
Her mother gave her a kiss on the forehead. Stacy got her milk and returned to her room. She climbed into her bed, turned out the light, and allowed herself a little giggle. "Wow, that was a close one!" she said softly to herself.
Stacy didn't wake up until almost noon the next morning. She was surprised to find the house deserted. Her mother usually came home for lunch, and she thought at least Uncle Stewart would be there. She was disappointed, for she'd hoped that she could spend the day with her uncle, as she had all day free. On Sunday her mother would be home, and then on Monday it would be back to school again. She really had been looking forward to it. Because of the big game, the teachers hadn't even assigned much homework for the weekend.
Stacy threw a sandwich together and was munching on it and sipping a glass of milk when the memory of almost being caught outside her mother's door with her hand in her cunt brought a giggle to her lips and she almost choked. Then she remembered Mr. Preston's tremendous cock! The thought of having something like that stuck into her cunt frightened her, but it also made her horny as hell.
The horny feeling brought Stacy's free hand down the waistband of her shorts and underpants. After probing delicately around her cunt lips, she discovered most of the soreness had gone from her pussy, which was already soaking with her cream. She was horny, all right! Without Uncle Stewart around to help her out, she was just about to start getting herself off when the doorbell rang.
Guiltily Stacy jerked her hand from her pussy, rinsed it off at the sink, wiped it and went to the door. It was Emily Porter.
"Hi, Stacy. Where's your uncle?"
"Oh hi, Emily. I don't know. I just woke up a little while ago, and I'm the only one home."
Emily's face fell for a moment, then she brightened. "You won't believe what happened to me last night!" she declared, obviously pleased with herself.
"Oh shit, Emily, I'm in no mood for guessing games," Stacy answered, surprising her friend with the vulgar speech, for Stacy almost never swore out loud.
"You know I had a date with Kent Marshall. I forgot I'd told Lyle Delano I was going to get him a date with you. So anyway, there I was after the game alone, you'd already left with your uncle. And I had two boys! So you know what I did?"
"How would I know, Emily?"
"Well, you could at least guess," she said, pouting. "Anyway, I took them both! Yes I really did! While Kent fucked me, I sucked Lyle off! Would you believe it? And wow! It was really fantastic! I don't know when I've had such a come!"
Stacy's interest perked up some. "Where did you do all this?" she asked, still doubtful that her friend was really telling the truth.
"Right in my own bed! My parents were out late, neither the boys nor I wanted to go to the dance, so we went right to my house."
"So how was it? Which did you like the best?"
Emily frowned. "I don't really like sucking cock all that much, but Lyle has a real neat one. Kent's is kind of small, and unless it's really hard it doesn't give me much feeling." She shrugged. "Under the circumstances, I guess it was kind of a toss-up, except that the combination really turned me on. When are you going to break down and give up your cherry anyway, Stacy? If you'd loosen up a little bit, we could really have a lot of fun, you and I. Damn it, all the boys in the whole fucking school are hot for you, teachers included. You can take your pick, so why don't you do it?"
Stacy giggled but took a minute to reply. She knew that anything she told Emily would be all over town in hours, even if Emily was her best friend.
"Maybe, one of these days, if I find the right guy. Somebody I really dig, one who really turns me on, you know? In the meantime, I can get off whenever I want to. Maybe it isn't the same, but it still does the job."
She hesitated, then figured, what the hell.
"How about coming up to my room with me?"
"What for? I've seen your room before."
"Well," Stacy said hesitantly, "I'm horny. I'd really like to get off. And maybe you would too? Now don't go calling me a lesbian or anything like that, but girls can have a lot of fun with each other."
Emily looked shocked at first, then, as the thought penetrated and she realized that she was getting horny too, she agreed.
The two trotted up the stairs to Stacy's room, laughing. Neither of them had any experience, but from what Stacy had learned from her uncle, she thought that she and Emily could really get each other off. The pair closed the door to Stacy's bedroom behind them, then stripped. They were quite a contrast. Both of the girls were very good-looking and had excellent shapes, but there the similarity ended.
Stacy Hammond was a big girl. Not fat, not even plump, but tall and full titted. She was slender, but by no means skinny, and because of her cheerleading and gymnastics, she had a smooth, sleek, well-muscled body.
Emily Porter was small. Barely over five feet tall, she had just a hint of plumpness. Her hips were womanly, not girlish. Her legs full but shapely.
The two gorgeous, naked girls stood staring at each other's body. They'd seen each other naked before in the locker room at the school gym, but neither had paid such close attention to the other before. Also, although school had been in session for almost a month, Emily hadn't realized how much Stacy's tits had developed since the previous spring.
"Jesus, Stacy," she gulped, "your tits are something else! They're huge, but they're so fucking pretty! I've never seen such big tits with such a neat shape! Shit, most tits that size, well, they kind of droop a lot."
"I'm lucky," Stacy relied proudly, cupping the underside of her big, thrusting tits and hefting them, forcing them out even farther, "my mom is already over thirty and she has tits even bigger than mine. Hers maybe sag a little bit, but they sure don't droop very much. So it looks like mine should stand up pretty well for years!
One thing, you don't ever have to worry about yours sagging, Emily. I think they're really neat."
"I kind of like 'em myself, but I wish they stuck out a little more. Most guys think I don't have any, not until they see me naked anyway. Then they're surprised and mostly pretty pleased. So anyway, what do we do now?"
Stacy thought about that. It had seemed a good idea when she suggested it, but she really didn't know exactly what they should do. She considered what she would like done to her, then explained it to her friend. Remembering how her uncle had worked on her while she sucked his cock the previous night, Stacy decided to do that to her friend first. She had Emily lie flat on the bed with her legs spread wide, exposing the pink slit of her plump pussy through the thatch of her wheat-colored pussy hair.
Stacy stretched out on her side next to Emily, then began to stroke her smooth tits. As her fingers neared her wide red areolas, Stacy saw Emily's nipples swell. Their light lavender color deepened into a purple as the blood flowed into them, sensitizing them, hardening them. No longer able to resist the temptation, Stacy leaned over and lightly kissed the nearest swollen nipple, then ran her tongue around and around the puckering areola, while continuing to massage Emily's whole wide shallow tit.
Now the big, plum-like nipple beneath her lips felt hot and pulsing. Stacy sucked it into her mouth and, as Stewart had done to her the night before, she squeezed it with her lips. Holding it there, Stacy ran her tongue back and forth over the tip of the fat nipple, then nipped it lightly, gently with her teeth. That brought a sudden shriek of pure sexual pleasure from Emily's fevered lips. A clenching spasm washed through the smaller girl as she experienced the first orgasm of the afternoon.
"Holy shit, Stacy," Emily gasped. "Do it, do it some more. Suck my nipple, squeeze my titty! Jesus, that feels good! Christ, where did you learn all this shit?"
Stacy didn't answer, her mouth was too full of tit. She continued to suck and lick and nip at Emily's fat, hard nipple. She kept on massaging the firm, shallow tit beneath it. She also let her right hand creep down Emily's soft young belly. Applying light pressure, Stacy rubbed her flat palm against the smooth skin of her friend's abdomen, circling it in smaller and smaller movements until her hand was centered over her belly button. Then she reversed the movement, spreading her circles wider, but sliding her hand ever lower until the tips of her fingers were grazing Emily's blonde thatch of silky cunt hair. Stacy let her fingers drift even lower, ruffling the fluffy blonde hair, then softly nudging Emily's lust-puffed pussy lips.
That brought a gasp from the smaller girl, and a series of sharp, short twitches as several more little climaxes rocketed through her. Stacy got up on her hands and knees and crawled around so she was over Emily's head. Then she went a little farther forward until her mouth was over Emily's tits, and her own tits over Emily's mouth. Without a word being spoken, Emily got the idea, and raised her hands and head to lightly squeeze and rub the big, round tits above her face. Stacy's nipples, no longer flattened and shrunken, were hardening into long, slender cylinders. Emily sucked one of the tiny towers into her mouth and began to gently chew on it.
It was Stacy's turn to cry out. She gave a little high-pitched giggle. Her hips started to fuck the air as little climaxes shot through them from her creaming cunt.
Pleased with Stacy's reaction, Emily continued to chew gently on the hard nipple in her mouth. She licked the fat, pebbled tip of it and found that there was a sweetish ooze coming out of it. She licked harder, Stacy giggled again, and another series of small, twitching climaxes burst through her.
When she got her breath back, Stacy bent her own head down and again licked at Emily's fat, round nipples. She nipped gently at first one, then the other. Now Emily's hips arched up from the bed, fucking an unseen, imaginary cock, as orgasmic spasms swept through her once again.
Stacy figured they were both hot enough now. She withdrew her mouth from her friend's tits and moved farther down Emily's torso until her knees were straddling Emily's head, and her face was directly over Emily's cunt.
"Okay, Emily," Stacy directed, "stick a couple of pillows under your head to raise it up so you can eat my pussy without getting a stiff neck. Just do to me what I'll be doing to you. Got it?"
"I'll try," Emily agreed happily. It would be a new experience for her, and she was always open to new experiences. Besides, she already felt that horny-squirmy-itchy feeling inside her, and really needed to get off.
Both girls were oozing their warm, sticky cunt juices already, they were so excited. Stacy leaned her head into Emily's furry blonde pussy hair and swirled her tongue up and down her puffy pink cunt lips, just barely touching them, tickling them lightly. That brought a little giggle from Emily, and inspired her to do the same to Stacy's dripping pussy. Emily caught a drop of Stacy's cream on her tongue. She'd never tasted the stuff before and found the tangy, slightly pungent, flavor not unpleasant.
Stacy worked upwards slightly, to Emily's little clit, already swollen with excitement. Stacy ran her tongue up and down both sides of the rigid little shaft, then slipped the pointed tip of her tongue under its fleshy little hood. When her tongue touched Emily's clit head, Emily's pelvis jerked upwards in a bigger climax, and her head involuntarily made an upward twitch, bumping her chin on Stacy's clit.
Both girls were getting hotter and hornier by the minute. The more excited they got, the more vigorous their cuntlapping got. Stacy now ran her tongue up and down the slippery pink slot between Emily's puffed up cunt lips, scooping out the cream with her tongue tip, then probing deeper into Emily's cunt. It was then that she remembered the spot her Uncle Stewart had found in her own pussy. Curious as to whether or not Emily had a spot like that too, Stacy started swirling her tongue around and around inside Emily's hot, tight young cunt, sucking up the oozing cream.
Emily, trying to do as Stacy did, ran her tongue between Stacy's lust-swollen pussy lips and into her hot, dripping cunt also. The cream was almost flowing in a stream from Stacy's excited cunt now. Emily had to suck and swallow it constantly. She tried to follow every move Stacy's tongue made in her cunt so she could do the same to Stacy's.
Stacy's hips and pelvis began to move automatically. Her hips were working up and down, her pelvis back and forth, trying to fuck the hot tongue now plunging deep inside her hot pussy. As her pubic mound moved, her big, hard clit started to collide with Emily's chin. The head of her swollen clit was stretched out free of its protective sheath. When it grazed Emily's chin, a huge spasm rocked Stacy from clit to tit!
As the deep tremors shook her body, Stacy plunged her own tongue deeper, harder into Emily's demanding cunt, lapping up the hot cream, seeking that sensitive place in her friend's slippery fuck-canal. After her own spasms died down a bit, Stacy thought back over how her uncle had brought her off. That's when she remembered where the come-spot, as she now thought of it, was located. Stacy worked her tongue up to it slowly. When the hard little red tip nudged that spot, Emily's pelvis shot upward as if trying to suck in Stacy's whole face! When that happened, of course, Emily's tender little swollen clit bumped hard into Stacy's chin.
That fired off a tremendous series of orgasmic contractions in the small, blonde girl. Without even realizing it, she wrapped her legs around Stacy's head and squeezed. Her whole body shivered and quaked, a rosy flush spread over her shoulders and chest. Her arms and legs quivered, her belly knotted up in the strength of the climactic orgasm. At the same time, she plunged her tongue as far as it would go into Stacy's hot cunt, twisting it around, pistoning it in and out, rubbing her face into Stacy's pussy-fur.
Without knowing what she was doing, without even knowing that the G-spot existed, Emily accidentally hit Stacy's with her exploring tongue at about the same time her chin ground into Stacy's big, hard, hot clit.
Stacy, half-strangled by the grip of Emily's legs, twisted her head free so she could breathe just as the first of her own massive spasms struck. A huge, deep, powerful wave of contractions bolted out from her clit and her cunt, shooting down her inner thighs, rocketing through her guts, radiating from her stretched and turgid nipples. She ground her pelvis into Emily's face, trying to suck more of that wonderful tongue into her hungry pussy. Her arms started to shake so that she could hardly hold herself up any longer. Her belly was vibrating and heaving in and out as the strength of the spasms shot through it in wave after ecstatic wave.
Stacy wrapped her arms around Emily's pumping ass and buried her face in Emily's cream-filled cunt. Emily reached around Stacy's ass and pulled her face into Stacy's dripping pussy. Wrapped in each other's arms, they rolled onto their sides, twitching and humping their groins, shaking and quaking as the continuing orgasms jetted through their sleek young bodies.
Eventually the strength of their climaxes died down. Exhausted and struggling for air, both girls flopped back on their back, satiated by the power and depth of the fantastic orgasms they had just experienced.
As their breathing slowed and their pulses dropped back to normal, Emily's face split in a wide, happy, satisfied grin.
"Jesus Christ, Stacy," she sighed heavily, "that was really fantastic. I wonder why we've never tried it before? Shit, with you around, who needs a boy or a cock? Say, where the fuck did you learn how to do that, anyway?"
"Well, I read something about it, and I've played with myself," Stacy lied, "and I found out a lot of things about me. I just thought it might be more fun for both of us to do it to each other. I sure as hell was right, don't you think?"
Emily chuckled happily, "I sure as shit do! Christ, Stacy, this is great, we can get each other off almost any time we feel like it. Boy, do I feel good!" She gave Stacy a worried look. "You don't think I'll turn into a lesbian, do you?"
"The way you like to fuck, I don't think you have anything to worry about, Emily."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stacy and Emily went to the bathroom, then returned to Stacy's bedroom. They sprawled out on the bed side by side and began to talk, mostly about boys and sex. Stacy reached out and toyed lightly with one of Emily's startling nipples. Emily put a hand out and began to tease one of Stacy's, which had shrunk down to an almost flat little button. As soon as Emily's finger touched it though, it began to grow again. Emily flicked her forefinger back and forth across the swelling nip until soon it had stretched out to an inch in length.
Stacy rolled onto her side. Emily rolled to face her. The girls put their arms around each other and pressed their bodies together, tit to tit, cunt to cunt. Emily began to rhythmically, gently, grind her pelvis into Stacy's. Both were beginning to show signs of excitement again, and were completely into what they were doing. They didn't hear the downstairs front door open and close.
Stewart Hammond had taken Stacy's mother to lunch, then dropped her off back at the real estate office where she worked because she had to show a house. He picked up some groceries at the market on his way back, stowed them in the refrigerator, then started upstairs to take a piss. At the top of the stairs he turned and headed for the bathroom, when he heard some unexpected sounds. Little moans and gasps of sexual arousal seemed to be coming from Stacy's half-open door.
Curious as to what was going on, but with no wish to scare her, he walked quietly up to her doorway and peeked in. The sight of the two gorgeous, naked teenage girls making out with each other took his breath away! As he stared at them, he found himself with an enormous, painfully hard, erection. At that moment, Stacy, who was facing him while soul-kissing Emily, opened her eyes. It took her a second to realize someone was there, and another to see who it was.
"Oh shit!" Stacy groaned as she broke free of her blonde friend.
"Don't let me stop you when you're having fun," Stewart said with a grin.
The unexpected male voice startled Emily. She rolled over abruptly, sat up, and stared at the unexpected intruder, her eyes wide and frightened, her arms at her sides. She was so shocked she hadn't even thought to cover herself from the man's stare. Then she realized who it was, and smiled a broad, shit-eating smile.
"Hi, Mr. Hammond. Remember me? Emily Porter? We met last night at the football field."
Stewart returned her smile. "Of course I remember you, Emily, You're one of Stacy's cheerleader friends, the prettiest one of the bunch--except for Stacy, of course."
Emily blushed. "You know, I'm not a lesbian or anything like that. We were just feeling horny and there wasn't anybody around so, well..."
With a sympathetic look Stewart replied, "I think I know. It's strange, but the sight of two men playing around that way with each other really turns me off, but the sight of two lovely girls doing it is sexy as hell!"
Emily rolled off the bed, stood up, and struck a girlie-magazine pose, one hand squeezing a lovely tit, the other spreading her cunt lips open wide.
"I can't speak for Stacy, but I am sexy as hell, Mr. Hammond. Sexy as hell and horny as hell! So, if you're feeling sexy as hell, too, well, I'm more than ready."
"Aren't you the eager, ah, beaver, though? And if you and I fuck, what'll we do about Stacy?"
Stacy, behind Emily's back, pointed to her tongue, then to her cunt, and nodded her head up and down.
"Just maybe I can work something out," Stewart went on before Emily could answer. "Let's go to my room, though. If nothing else, the bed's a lot bigger."
"What if mom comes home?" Stacy asked.
"I don't think you have to worry about that this afternoon, Stacy," her uncle answered. "She has appointments to show houses most of the afternoon. She wasn't too happy about it, but she said that's what pays the bills. She'd hoped to spend the day with us."
After a small sigh of relief, Stacy said, "In a way we're lucky. If she was here, well, we couldn't do the things we did. Or are going to do."
The two girls trailed along after Stewart to the guest room. Stacy grabbed a robe, Emily took her clothes. Once in the room with the door closed, the two lovely girls went right to work. Stacy got down on her knees in front of her uncle, while Emily took off his suit coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and then before removing it, she ran her hands softly, sensuously all over his chest, twining a finger in the dark hair between his little pink nipples.
Stacy meanwhile, had unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and using both hands, slid them down to his ankles. His colossal cock sprang to full attention, practically slapping her in the face. Instead of taking off his shoes and socks, and removing his pants the rest of the way, Stacy seized his mighty fuck-stick with both hands, kissed his throbbing cockhead, then began to wash it with her tongue.
Emily, who had been standing behind Stewart to take off his coat and shirt, now rubbed her throbbing pelvis against Stewart's hard ass cheeks, teasing her stiffening clit against his muscular ass. She peeked around his side to see what was taking Stacy so long.
"Jesus Christ, Stacy!" she groaned, "you'll suck him off before I have a chance to get fucked! You may like to eat his cum, but I'd a lot rather have it shot up my pussy!"
Stewart had been enjoying the tender actions of the two gorgeous teenagers in silence, but now he spoke up. "I think your friend Emily is right, Stacy. Let me get my shoes and socks off and then let's move it to the bed, okay?"
Stacy raised her eyes and frowned as best she could with the big head of his great cock filling her mouth. Reluctantly she backed off.
"Okay, I guess. I really like to suck your cock though, Uncle Stewart. And to suck it deep, you know? So that you shoot your hot cum way down into my throat."
Emily gave her friend a surprised look and said, "Oho! You have talents you haven't told me about, Stacy dear. You've been holding out on me and that's not fair! Don't I tell you everything?"
Stacy gave a little snorting laugh. "You sure do. Sometimes more than I want to hear. About everything and everybody. I'm sorry, Emily, but that's one of the reasons I've been holding out on you. I love you, but telling you a secret is like broadcasting it." She shook her head, she hadn't meant to be so rough on her friend. "Anyway, it only happened yesterday for the first time."
But Emily wasn't mad. "Well, anyway," she said, "from now on we can double date and really have fun together! You can suck 'em and I can fuck 'em! That works out great because I don't dig cocksucking all that much, as you know."
Stewart was getting a little impatient. The two girlfriends were talking with each other as if they were alone, as if he wasn't even there. Or as if he were some kind of inanimate object. He chuckled, now he knew what they meant by a "sex object", because at least for the moment that seemed to be all he was to the two beautiful young ladies.
"All right," he broke in on their conversation, "you two can work that all out some other time. If you want to fuck, Miss Porter, let's get at it before my hard-on goes away."
Emily giggled but didn't say anything. Stacy swept the covers off the big bed, Stewart sprawled out on it, his great, heavy prick sticking straight up in the air. He told Stacy to kneel over his face, and Emily to sit on his cock.
"God, I don't know," Emily sighed, inspecting the size of Stewart's heavy ten-inch prick. "None of the boys I've fucked around with have cocks that big."
She shrugged, grinned, and straddled it on her knees.
"Oh what the hell, if it works it ought to be terrific. If it doesn't, well, at least I'll have tried!"
"Cunts are pretty stretchy," Stacy put in, "and yours is pretty experienced, you shouldn't have any trouble. Especially if you're well-lubricated."
Emily, who was creaming so heavily it was starting to drip down her inner thighs, laughed. "Lubrication's no problem. My pussy's practically swimming in cream."
She parted her dripping pussy lips with one hand while guiding his monster cock between them with the other. When his thick purple cockhead slithered between her puffy cunt lips, she let out a giggle, and a wave of little climaxes rushed through her. Instead of easing her desires though, it only inflamed them more. Now she knew that, whether it was too big or not, she had to have that enormous cock sunk to the hilt until his cockhead was buried somewhere in her belly.
While Emily was impaling herself on Stewart's gigantic prick, Stacy had her knees spread wide, straddling his face. Stewart wrapped his arms around her firm, plump, high-riding ass and raised his head up so he could lap at the dewy pussy so invitingly before him. When his tongue touched her dripping cunt lips, Stacy squealed with carnal delight and was shaken by a wave of tremors. Her world was suddenly full of new and delightful experiences.
"Oh shit, Uncle Stewart!" she moaned, "that's wonderful. Eat me more, eat me so good!"
While her uncle was lapping at her tender and excited cunt, her eyes were filled with the sight of her best friend riding up and down on her uncle's titanic cock. His monster fucker was plunging in and out of Emily's eager cunt as the girl pumped her hips up and down. Each down-stroke brought a little shriek of joy from Emily. Her eyes were now closed as she tried to taste each thrill.
The sight of Emily fucking her Uncle Stewart was making Stacy even more excited, hot, and horny. Stewart was taking good care of her cunt. His tongue was skilled, it knew how to bring out the best in her, the most in her. As it teased along her flowing pussy slit and delicately probed inside, he let his lower lip gently nibble at her big, throbbing clit.
That brought another series of pulsating contractions surging through Stacy's nerve endings. She let out a lewd giggle. But she needed something else, something more. Instinctively she leaned forward and began to toy with the plum-like, rock-hard nipples riding on Emily's broad, shallow tits.
Emily half opened her lust-glazed eyes, saw what Stacy was doing, and also leaned forward. The two girls' lips met in a soft kiss. Soon it became harder. Now their tongues began to probe each other's hot mouth, searching, swirling, exciting. Emily, without missing a fucking beat of her hips pumping up and down Stewart's cock, held the kiss and then started to fondle Stacy's big, bold, glorious tits.
The kiss, the soft hands on her tits, the educated tongue in her cunt, all these were making Stacy more and more excited. She could feel a churning deep within her. There was a powerful need growing for a great, tension-breaking orgasm. Even while being turned on all over, her mind was wondering what would happen to her. She was, she decided, becoming a sex-addict, and loving every fucking, sucking, eating second of it!
Her mind went on hold though, as her excitement and desire mounted to new heights. Nice as it had been to have her uncle play with her tits, Stacy decided that for some occasions another girl has a better, more understanding touch. Emily was softly squeezing Stacy's firm, round, full tits.
Using the flats of her palms, Emily was tracing the outline of Stacy's tits in wide circles. Her hands circled inward and upward, applying more pressure. She began to squeeze the firm but giving flesh as she moved her hands closer to Stacy's straining nipples. Stacy shivered with delight as the pressure increased and little twinges of joy began to spread out from her nipples. She loved the feeling of those knowing hands roaming her sensitive tits. At the same time her own hands were gently massaging Emily's broad tit-globes, Emily's big, hard, round nipples nestling into the center of Stacy's palms. The tickling pressure of those purple tit-tips on her palms while Emily's hands were at work on Stacy's own tits, was a real turn-on.
She was watching Stewart's big cock slide in and out of Emily's tight, slippery young cunt. At the same time, a clever tongue was lapping and searching and probing her own tight, slippery young cunt. And she had a pair of lovely tits in her hands while another pair of hands was teasing and thrilling her own tits! She was being teased and excited from all directions, it seemed. It was bringing her higher and higher. Soon she had to explode with pure sexual ecstasy!
Stacy sensed a change, as did Emily. Both girls felt a more demanding and insistent effort. Stewart's pelvis was now pumping upwards, matching Emily's downstrokes, forcing his huge cock to the hilt in her sucking, steaming cunt with each stroke. It brought constant joy-moans from the small, blonde girl as she reached higher and higher peaks of sensual pleasure.
The two girls had to break away from their kissing; they were now breathing with labored, panting gasps. Little shrieks and moans came from their puffed-up lips, broken by occasional louder cries when a thrilling spasm would rock one of them. Emily could no longer concentrate on Stacy's tits. When she pulled them away and arched her torso back so she could put more force into her fucking, Stacy used her hands on her own tits.
Stewart had to keep a good grip on Stacy's firm ass to prevent her from grinding her eager pussy into his face, cutting off his breath. Little climaxes were bolting through her in wave after wave so that it seemed she was nothing more than one continuous orgasm.
Her uncle had begun to probe deeper into her throbbing cunt with his long, skilled tongue. Stacy was getting more eager, more excited as his tongue slipped closer and closer to her ultrasensitive little G-spot. She arched her pelvis down and back so that he could more readily reach it, and in so doing she lightly nudged his chin with her big, hard clit, blasting a bigger, deeper spasm through her sex-tensed torso. In her growing excitement, she had seized her tits, one in each hand, and had started to squeeze and knead them. Now, using both hands, she cupped one magnificent tit and raised it to her mouth, bending her neck sharply so that her lips met and sucked on the stiff rod of her nipple.
Oh God, she sighed to herself, that feels wonderful! It just gets better and better!
Stacy could feel Stewart's tongue circling well into her creaming, hot cunt. It was getting closer and closer to her exquisitely sensitive little G-spot. Stewart could tell that his niece was almost ready for her big come, but neither he nor Emily were quite that far along. Instead of continuing to seek out Stacy's G-spot, he withdrew his tongue and teased it along the rim of her juicing pussy slit, with occasional side trips to her throbbing clit. Stacy squealed with a mixture of delight and frustration at being held on the edge of her great climax.
Meanwhile, Emily was leaning back slightly, arching her hips into Stewart's pounding prick. She tried to get the maximum penetration with each stroke, but found that while his cock was moving a little bit deeper into her hungering fuck canal, she was losing the sensation of pressure on her tender clit. A slight change in position so that his deep fuck strokes teased her clit as well as filled her cunt, and she was well on her way to orgasm again.
The little shift in Emily's hips also changed the feeling for Stewart. He found that now he was almost ready to fire the load of thick cum from his over-loaded balls, to pump it deep into Emily's guts. Stacy seemed to have cooled off a little, though. Then he knew what to do to bring his niece off at the same moment as he and Emily made it. But first he had to heat her up.
Stacy was finding it almost impossible to remain still. Her frustrated need was making her twitch and fidget all over. She had lost her concentration, and now she was watching her uncle's powerful cock sliding in and out of her friend Emily's pounding pussy and feeling pretty jealous of Emily. Then she felt another change at her own pussy. Her Uncle Stewart's tongue was now slipping up and down her rigid clit shaft, then darting into the little hood to lightly flick at her clit head. Suddenly Stacy was back in her lustful daze, with nothing but sex and satisfaction floating in her mind. His tongue was quickly bringing her back to full arousal, where . she'd been when it was withdrawn from her cunt.
The little twitches continued to surge through Stacy's glorious body, but they were now building climaxes instead of frustration. She could feel the tremendous erotic tension building inside her once more. Soon, oh, she hoped it would be soon, that orgasm that would bring her release.
Now Stewart's hot tongue was plunging between her desire-swollen cunt lips again, plunging deep into her hot, wet cunt, swirling around inside her, sending sex-chills through her belly. It got closer and closer to her joy spot. Stewart's tongue was working her to a near frenzy, his lower lip was now pressing and lightly stroking the hard, swollen knob of her clit at the same time. Stacy began to moan out loud.
"Oh God! Oh make it end! Make me come, Uncle Stewart, make me come! Shit, but I need to come! Jesus, Uncle Stewart, eat me, eat me good, get me off! Please get me off! Now!" She paused for breath, then cried, "Oh Christ, Uncle Stewart! Shove that hot tongue of yours way into my cunt! Jesus Christ, but I need it!"
Once again, Stacy hoisted one of her big, heavy tits to her mouth and began to tease and suck at the rigid nipple. Her eyes were open, staring at the hard shaft of her uncle's big cock as it appeared and disappeared with Emily's rising and falling cunt movements. Everything was making her hotter, readier.
Suddenly she could see Emily start to shake and quiver all over. From her head to her legs, her whole body was shivering. Her eyes shot open, her mouth gaped. Emily was quaking as if in some kind of erotic fit. Little wordless screams, high-pitched quavering sounds escaped from her mouth. The girl's lips were trembling.
Then everything seemed to happen at once. While her eyes still observed Emily's nearing climax, she saw her uncle's pelvis rise and his prick burrow deep into Emily's slippery pussy. The depth of his thrusting motions almost raised the blonde girl off the bed! A loud, sighing shriek came from Emily, just as Stacy felt her uncle's tongue sweep across her ultra-sensitive G-spot. And at that same moment, she felt a hard, throbbing, vibrating pressure on her tormented clit.
Still the grand release of orgasm wouldn't come!
Stacy sensed there was a change again. Uncle Stewart's tongue and lips and chin were still straining at her cunt and clit, but his hand on her ass had moved inward. She could feel a finger stroking gently around her tight and puckered little asshole. His finger was wet with her own oozing fuck cream! Wet and lubricated, for it suddenly shot through her tight little ass ring.
A deep, shuddering explosion thundered through Stacy, shaking her, jerking her like a puppet on a string! Never had she felt such a tremendously powerful climax! Her cunt clamped down, trying to trap his slippery tongue within it. Trying to hold it there, to make the orgasm last and last. Her asshole sphincter muscle seized the finger that had so shockingly invaded her ass, attempting to achieve even stronger sensations from it. She ground her clit into Stewart's chin. And she screamed! A loud, long, high-pitched, groaning wail shot from between Stacy's lust-swollen lips as she was wracked and twisted and clenched from her neck to her knees by wave after wave of enormous orgasmic spasms.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stewart had been successful. He, Stacy, and Emily Porter all came at the same time, and all had a really great come!
After the girls had stopped their violent spasms, after their orgasms had died down to small jerking contractions, they had rolled off of Stacy's uncle. Now Stacy was stretched out on Stewart's left, Emily on his right. Stacy was starting to get her breath again and reached down to her uncle's flaccid and shrunken cock. It didn't even show any signs of life when she stroked it!
She giggled and said with mock concern, "Uncle Stewart, I think Emily killed it."
Stewart, with an answering chuckle, replied, "It may be dead, at least temporarily, but Emily didn't kill it all by herself. You have certainly done more than your share in the past twenty-four hours, my dear niece!"
The conversation aroused Emily from her sexually satiated stupor. "Jesus! That was just great, Mr. Hammond. Shit, now I know the difference between a man and a boy! A man gets me off, a boy mostly just gets himself off! Christ, what time is it? I'm supposed to be home by two-thirty!"
Stewart glanced at his wrist watch. "You've got a little less than a half-hour, kid. Better take a quick shower and get going. While you two are showering, I'd better air out this room. It smells like a damned whorehouse!"
That brought another giggle from Stacy. "Wow, so this is how a whorehouse smells!" She turned to Emily and added with a smile, "Speaking of whores, dear, what brought you over here, anyway?"
"Well you see, I have another date with Kent tonight, but I sort of promised him I'd get Lyle a date with you. I really could use the favor, Stacy."
Stacy looked at her uncle.
"You might as well go ahead, Stacy," he said. "I'm going out tonight with your mother and her friend, Mr. Preston. I don't know for sure, but I think they're trying to set me up with a blind date."
Stacy's face fell. "I was kind of hoping that, you know... " Stewart smiled at his niece. "Yeah, I think I do know. Don't worry, I'm not leaving town for a couple of days, anyway. I have a little business to take care of here next week and I can't go until it's done. So we'll be seeing more of each other."
Emily laughed out loud. "You'd have to prove it to me! I think you've both seen about all there is possible to see of each other."
Uncle and niece both laughed then. Stacy agreed to go out with Emily, who said that they'd pick her up around eight. The girls trooped off to the bathroom. Stewart changed the bed and aired out the room, and by then the girls were bathed. Emily left, while Stacy washed the sheets and Stewart showered and dressed. When the sheets were dry, they re-made the bed together, then went back to the kitchen for a snack.
Seated at the kitchen table Stewart said, "Your little friend Emily is something else, isn't she? I mean, she looks so sweet and innocent and virginal, and all. But boy, she fucks like she's had some experience at it!"
"Yeah, Emily does get around," Stacy replied. "And that innocent look isn't an accident. She thinks it makes her sexier. Maybe she's right, 'cause she sure doesn't have any trouble getting guys--or getting fucked!"
"How about you, Stacy? A gorgeous girl like you, and with that fantastic body, shit, you shouldn't have any trouble getting guys either."
"Oh, I don't. The trouble is, I've been kind of scared about fucking, and you know that yesterday was my first time. None of the guys I've gone out with really turned me on enough for me to want to try it with them. You know? But now that I've done it and know how much fun it is, and how good it feels when it's done no right, well, I guess I'll be doing a lot more of it. It's really neat!"
"Just remember, you don't have to if you don't want to, Stacy. If a guy doesn't turn you on, just because you went out with him doesn't mean you have to fuck him. If he does turn you on and doesn't make a move on you, then I'd say it's just fine for you to make the first move. Fucking is, like you said, really neat when you're doing it with someone you like and someone who knows what the hell they're doing. And if he doesn't know how to do it right, there's not a goddamned thing wrong with telling him and helping him to get it right. Okay?"
Stacy smiled. "Okay, if you say so. I guess I'd never thought about it that way. It makes sense. I mean, how is anybody to learn what's the right way to do something if nobody tells them?"
"Now you've got it, kid," her uncle replied, standing up. "I should run a couple of errands before your mother gets back. I'll see you later."
Her exertions had left Stacy pretty tired. She wandered back to her own room, flaked out on the bed, and fell asleep. She was still asleep when her mother returned home. Although Mrs. Hammond was going out to dinner with Stewart and Mr. Preston, she fixed dinner for Stacy, then woke her up when it was ready. There was no reply when she knocked on her daughter's door, so she walked in, a concerned look on her face.
Shaking Stacy awake, her mother said, "Stacy? Are you all right? You're not coming down with something, are you?"
Stacy rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and answered, "I don't think so, Mom. I think I may have overdone it a little yesterday. You know, with the excitement of the game, and of Uncle Stewart being here, and all. I'll be okay as soon as I'm awake. Emily got me a date for tonight, so it's probably just as well that I get a little extra sleep. You know Emily. Unpredictable. We could be home by ten, or it might not be until sometime after midnight."
Stacy stretched and got up. She decided a nice shower might wake her up, and besides she should clean up for her date. Emily hadn't said anything about what to wear, so she figured clean jeans and tee shirt ought to do it. After dressing, she went down to the kitchen. Her mother was just putting her dinner on the table.
"Emily called while you were in the shower, dear," her mother told her. "She wanted to know if it would be all right if you stayed over at her house. She said her folks are away for the weekend and she didn't want to stay alone tonight. I told her it would fine, so you'd better get your nightgown and whatever else you'll need and be ready when Emily comes to pick you up."
Stacy swore to herself, but out loud she told her mother, "Okay, I guess. I'd kind of hoped to spend a little more time with Uncle Stewart tonight after the three of you got back from dinner. I know I said I might be home late, but I figured I could get out of it tonight if Emily wanted to stay out late."
"Then it's just as well you stay over at Emily's. We probably won't be back until quite late. Mr. Preston is taking us to the country club, and there is someone we're introducing Stewart to. If they hit it off well, it'll be very late."
"Okay, Mom. Anyway, I don't have to stay there all day tomorrow. I can come home after I wake up. There's nothing for Emily to be afraid of in broad daylight."
Stacy's mother and uncle left at seven in his car. They were meeting Preston at the club. Promptly at eight the doorbell rang. Stacy opened the door to a tall, dark, good-looking young man, heavy set and clean cut, the AU-American Boy type.
"Hi, Lyle," Stacy greeted him, noting she'd chosen the right clothes, for her date was also wearing jeans and a tee shirt. "Just a second while I grab my stuff."
In Lyle's car, Stacy asked, "Where are Kent and Emily? Are we picking them up on the way to the show?"
Lyle chuckled and answered, "I don't think so, Stacy. I don't know what Emily told you, but she's having a small party at her house tonight."
"What kind of a party?"
"From what she told me, a hell of a good time party!"
Stacy fell silent. There was no more conversation until they reached Emily's house. Lyle pulled into the driveway and, after Stacy got out, locked up the car. He didn't bother to knock when he got to the Porter front door, he just opened the door and held it for Stacy.
The Porter house was large, comfortable, old, but in excellent condition. It had been built by Emily's grandfather, who had believed in large families. There were six bedrooms but, in this generation, only four Porters, so Emily had her own bedroom, as did her older brother who was now away at college. There were two large guest rooms and one small one, plus a huge master bedroom suite with its own dressing and sitting rooms and bath. Actually, both Emily and her brother had their own bath, as did each of the guest rooms. It was quite a house.
The big living room rug had been rolled back to make a dance floor, Stacy discovered when she and Lyle entered the house. The lights were low and there were slow songs on the stereo, perfect for slow dancing. The room, however, was empty.
"Where's everybody?" Stacy asked.
"I think in the rec. room."
They walked through the darkened living room and down a short hall. Sounds of a party were plainly heard coming from the room at the end of the hall. When Lyle and Stacy walked in, they found three couples seated around a huge game table, playing poker. The game had obviously just started, and there was a lot of laughing and giggling going on.
"Hi Stacy, hi Lyle!" Margie Carlisle greeted the newcomers. Margie and the other girl, Ginny Austin, were also cheerleaders. Margie was apparently with Evan Nelson, Ginny with Barry Jackson. Both boys, as well as Lyle and Kent, Emily's date, were football players. It was a good-looking group, the boys all big, rugged, and handsome, the girls exceptionally pretty.
"You're just in time to get in the game," Emily said with a laugh.
"I'm not a very good poker player," Lyle admitted.
"All the better," Kent chuckled. "This is strip poker. How about you, Stacy? Are you a good poker player?"
"I don't know how good, but I've played a hand or two," Stacy replied.
Stacy was being modest. She had a knack for card games and was one hell of a poker player, but except for Emily, none of the people there knew that. Emily gave Stacy an odd look, but for a change, didn't say anything.
Naturally the boys automatically figured that they had another patsy, an easy victory. For some reason, they all assumed girls just didn't know how to play poker.
"Anyway, it doesn't matter," Emily said. "Everybody wins in this game!"
The hands went fast, and little by little the clothes ended up in a pile beside the table. Although she took care to not show it too much, Stacy was probably more curious as to how they looked naked than they were about her. Which was just as well, for she was still almost fully dressed when everyone else lost the last of their clothing. Everyone except Kent Marshall, Emily's friend.
"Well, Stacy, it's down to just you and me, now," he said. "Mostly you. It seems you're some kind of poker player. How about all or nothing?"
Kent only had his shorts left. All Stacy had lost was her shoes. Kent was surprised that she played at all, because Stacy Hammond was known as kind of square. He really didn't expect her to agree to an all or nothing game, and was really surprised when she said, "Sure, why not?"
"We have a new Stacy Hammond here tonight," Lyle remarked.
"Wait and see," Emily cautioned. "She's only lost two hands all night!"
"What happens if I lose? What do we do then, play to put the clothes back on again?" Stacy asked.
"No, I figured we'd dance a while. See what happens, you know?" Emily answered. "Why? Are you thinking of backing out now?"
"No, just curious," Stacy said.
This time she didn't have to use her skill at the game. Stacy was dealt a hand that was incredible. On a one-to-one, she got three aces and kings! Some full house! She was just about to lay them down when suddenly she realized that it would leave her fully dressed, the only one in the party with clothes on!
Also, she suspected it would also put a damper on the fun. And she was more than ready for some fun.
"Okay," she said, tossing her cards face down on the table. "You win."
"How do you know?" Kent asked. "You haven't even waited to hear if I can open."
"Have you got a face card?"
Kent nodded.
"Well then," Stacy replied, "like I said, you win."
She stood up and stepped back from the table. Instead of just taking her tee shirt, jeans, and panties off, though, she did a kind of slow-motion strip tease, stroking and caressing herself as she teasingly and slowly removed each garment, covering whatever it might hide until the last moment. When she was naked, she stood proudly, her big, gorgeous tits jutting straight out in front of her. Her nipples, excited by the eyes staring at her, sprang to instant attention, hard, erect, and long. The excitement spread through her body. She could feel the cream beginning to form and work its way down her pussy to ooze from her already puffing cunt lips.
"Holy shit!" Kent moaned.
"Yeah," Ginny Austin added. "Jesus, Stacy, it isn't fair!"
Stacy giggled. "Well don't blame me, the whole game wasn't my idea. Anyway, what's the matter, Ginny? I think you look sexy as hell!"
"Oh, God!" Lyle groaned, "the face and body of a sexy centerfold and she's a fucking lesbian!"
That brought laughter from the crowd. "That doesn't make sense," Emily protested. "Lesbians, at least from what I've heard, don't fuck!"
'Anyway, appreciating a beautiful female face or body doesn't make me gay," Stacy objected. "Even though a gorgeous girl can turn me on, nothing does it like a good, stiff prick. And I can see four of them from right here! I don't know, maybe I'm bisexual?"
"Well, I don't know if she's a good fuck, or even if she fucks at all," Emily announced, "but she's one hell of a cocksucker! I've seen her in action and heard the good word from her subject."
Stacy gave her friend a look that should have fried Emily on the spot, but she didn't say anything except, "We've about finished the poker game. What's next?"
"How about a little dancing? Cheek to cheek and cunt to cock?" Emily suggested.
There was pretty general agreement on that, but Emily wasn't finished.
"I can't let you dance with just anyone you want to, though," the hostess continued. "We're going to have a contest to see which girl has the best memory. Kent, you blindfold each of us. It maybe isn't quite fair because I already know the rules, but I'll go last."
Kent put blindfolds over each girl's eyes, then Emily went on, "Now what you do is, you use your sense of touch, taste, whatever, to identify the cocks. The first one you get right is the first one you dance with, and so on down the line. Got it?"
The other girls grumbled, but then one started to giggle, and soon they were all in the spirit of the game. The girls were seated in a row and a boy came and stood in front of each. Kent had a stop watch, they were allowed thirty seconds to identify the boy by his cock. The first round, only Margie Carlisle got hers the first guess. It took about five minutes for each girl to identify each cock, then the dancing began. All couples had to remain naked, and when they went into the living room, the only lights left on were two nightlights. They gave off just enough light so the couples could tell where the furniture was and not stub their toes, or fall over something.
Stacy's first dance was with Barry Jackson, the star quarterback. He was the smallest of the four boys, but wiry. His prick was long but very thin, and he was a good dancer. Stacy was getting hotter and hotter dancing with him, feeling his smooth skin and the rippling muscles underneath it against her own silky skin. As they moved and rubbed against each other, Stacy could feel his cock growing stiffer, harder, poking against her belly.
She reached down and took hold of his throbbing prick and pressed it down so it would slide between her legs. Her oozing pussy provided plenty of lubrication, so as they danced his prick could slide easily in that little tunnel between Stacy's upper thighs and cunt. The effort of the dancing and the contact skin to skin was making them both sweat. The sweat served to oil their bodies so they slipped smoothly against each other. The sensation of her big tits being massaged by Barry's muscular chest brought her long, slender nipples to full erection. That, in turn, excited Barry even further.
Stacy was now so hot and horny that she didn't much care what anyone else was doing or what they saw. She decided to try something. She was almost as tall as Barry, so she whispered in his ear.
"Barry, if you kind of bend your knees a little, you know, slouch down a bit, I think I can get your cock into my cunt and we can fuck while we're dancing."
It was something that Barry had fantasized about. Here was Stacy Hammond, the lushest, most gorgeous girl in the whole damned school asking him to try it! His cock was now so hard he was afraid it would break right in two if it got bent.
He did as Stacy suggested, and sure enough, she guided his cockhead right between her hot, desire-fat, creamy-slippery cunt lips. She was more than ready, and when she felt the smooth, throbbing head of his cock against her hot slit, she arched her pelvis just right so that his long, hard, slim fuck-rod slipped right in and slithered all the way to the hilt. Now his hot cock was throbbing and wriggling deep inside her as they continued to dance. Although neither Stacy nor Barry was making any particular fuck movements, their dancing motions kept his cock slipping and sliding around inside her, pressing first one way and then another.
Stacy, her lips now just against Barry's thick, strong neck, began to lick and lightly nip at his skin. She made little excited, fluttery cries almost into his ear, so soft they couldn't be heard more than a couple of feet away. As her excitement mounted, she began to wriggle her shoulders, sliding her big, rubbery tits harder against his chest, teasing her nipples against the sparse hair on his chest, exciting them even further.
Her nipples were if anything, even harder than Barry's cock now. Barry was surprised at their length and stiffness. Stacy felt him press his groin even more firmly against hers, one arm around the small of her back, as he released his arm about her shoulders, bent back and down, and with his now free hand he guided the nipple of one of her big, firm tits to his mouth.
When he nibbled lightly at her towering little nip, she gasped with joy. A surge of spasmodic contractions went through her, and she bumped her pelvis rhythmically into his, fucking his cock, clenching her strong young cunt muscles around it. The feeling of his mouth on her straining nipple, his cock deep in her cunt, while they were still dancing naked, belly to belly, cunt to cock, was a new but terribly arousing sensation for them both.
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Barry wasn't a contortionist, though. The effort it took to suck her tit while his cock was inside her and they continued to dance was starting to hurt him, and he released the little tit-bud from his mouth. After he straightened up, he put one hand on her tit and began to gently rub and squeeze it. With a tender but firm grip on the luscious tit-globe, he slithered it back and forth across his chest, teasing the stiff nipple to even tenser erection. This brought more gasps of erotic joy from Stacy and she began to pump her pelvis into his, fucking his long, skinny cock in and out of her steaming pussy in longer, stronger strokes.
Both of the teenagers were getting closer and closer to their carnal explosions. The tit in his hand, the tit squashed against his chest, and the hot, strong grip of her cunt around his throbbing prick, threatened to bring Barry to eruption at any moment. Stacy was already being shaken by a steady series of small but ever growing and strengthening climaxes. She was ready. More than ready, she was desiring, demanding, needing her orgasm! While she was thoroughly enjoying the experience of fucking standing up, standing and dancing, she did not know that Barry was also getting close. Then she remembered what her uncle had done to her, and on impulse decided to do it to Barry.
Without missing a beat of the music, or of her pumping hips, Stacy let one hand slip down from Barry's waist to his muscular ass. She explored his taut ass cheek with that hand, moving it in a wide circle, letting the tips of her fingers slide down into the crease between his ass cheeks. She did it softly, but firmly enough so it wouldn't tickle and destroy their rhythm and mood. Now she was moving the tips of her fingers in and out of the crack of his ass in time with her thrusting cunt.
Barry was now pistoning his own hips into hers, matching her stroke for stroke, sinking his long cock deep into her hot, tight cunt each time. Stacy was ready for his load of hot cum. She could sense a slight tightening and thickening of his cock inside her. She wasn't sure it was the right time, but she decided it was now or never. Letting her long middle finger drift down under his ass to his pumping cock, she wet it on the cream oozing from her pussy, then slipped her hand back upwards into his ass crack. Now she gently rubbed the sticky finger around his puckered asshole.
She continued to rub, softly at first, then a little bit harder, adding pressure with each of her fuck strokes. Suddenly she slipped the first two joints of her finger through the tight ring muscle that closed his shit canal. The instant she did it, Barry arched his hips so hard into hers that he actually lifted her off her feet!
Not only that, but his cock was buried so suddenly and deeply inside her that it felt for a moment as if it would shoot right out of her mouth! At the depth of his penetration, Stacy felt the great sticky globs of his hot cum shoot out the tip of his long prick and splatter into the very depths of her belly. At the instant he started to squirt his hot jizz into her, Barry shouted out loud.
"Holy shit, Stacy! I can't hold it any longer! I'm coming!"
Stacy didn't answer. She couldn't. The power of his orgasm, the splatting of his cum into her demanding cunt triggered her own tremendous reaction. It was almost as if she was trying to suck the boy inside her. Her cunt muscles clamped down on his rigid prick, still throbbing from the pumping motion of the cum squirting through it. She raised her feet and locked them behind his ass, squeezing as hard as she could, trying to force more cock into her when there wasn't any more to force. She locked her arms around him and gave him a monster bear hug, taking his breath away.
The sudden extra weight threatened to pull Barry down, to drop them both to the floor with him on top of her. He managed to brace himself and remain standing. The feeling of her tight, hot, slippery cunt squeezing and milking his cock was fantastic! He couldn't remember ever having such a tremendous come.
Stacy was now locked in a final tremendous, clenching contraction, a huge spasm that seemed to blast out from her clit and her nipples and her cunt and her belly and her thighs all at the same time in an earthquake of an orgasmic explosion. She cried out loud, a long, high-pitched wail. Every muscle, every fiber of her body was shivering in the power of her climax!
CHAPTER NINE
As Stacy's spasms started to die, away, she released her tremendous hug on poor Barry and slowly lowered her feet back down to the floor. At the same moment, the lights came on. Both she and Barry stared around the room, blinking in the unexpected brightness. Then Stacy shut her eyes tight again, buried her face in his neck, and groaned into his ear.
"Oh Jesus Christ! What a lousy way to end a wonderful come! I suppose it's Emily's folks?"
"Christ almighty!" Emily exclaimed out loud. "What the fuck are the two of you doing?" she asked, "Fucking on the dance floor?" She paused, then added enviously, "I didn't know you could do that."
Stacy opened her eyes again and swept the room in a glance. No parents! Only the rest of the group, standing stock still, staring at her and Barry.
"Oh wow!" Stacy grunted. "You scared the hell out of me! I thought your folks had come home and caught us all like this, Emily."
"Well they didn't. I told you they're out of town. If they were going to come home early, they'd let me know so I could pick them up at the airport. You still didn't answer my question."
Stacy searched back in her satiated brain for the question. "Oh. Yeah, we were fucking. It's kind of neat for an experiment, you know? A real blast! I don't think it'd be too great for all the time, though. What do you think, Barry?"
He chuckled and replied, "It was a real blast, all right. I'm afraid I can't do it very often, though. Not unless I either do something to strengthen my legs, or else find someone a whole lot smaller and lighter to fuck. Stacy, you are neat, but you sure are a big girl. The longer you hung there, the heavier you got. I was afraid I'd collapse on top of you."
"Well shit!" Emily exclaimed angrily. "You weren't supposed to fuck yet. Now you're one ahead of the rest of us." Then she giggled. "On the other hand, I guess you two get the prize of originality! Who would have thought of fucking while dancing?"
Lyle Delano, Stacy's supposed blind date, answered, "Hell, who wouldn't, Emily? I sure bet you did, with a hard cock pressed against your belly. And I'm sure everyone of us boys did. It's just that Stacy and Barry were the only ones with the guts to actually try it."
There was a chorus of agreement from the rest of the guests.
"So what now, Emily? Do we just keep on dancing or what?" Ginny Austin asked. She looked a little irritated about her boyfriend fucking Stacy, but she didn't say anything about it.
"Well, according to the rules of the game, we were supposed to change partners about now. The idea was to change partners when the alarm goes off. I didn't tell you about that, 'cause I figured some of you might not go ahead if you knew in advance. Anyway, the idea was to change partners and then fuck the new partner, whoever it turned out to be. Then, whoever was willing and able, we'd have another round, and so on until, like musical chairs, there was only one couple left able to fuck. They'd get the prize. Now that Barry and Stacy jumped the gun, it kind of changes things. I can't penalize them 'cause I didn't tell them not to."
"And what made you think we'd be willing to fuck whoever we were with when the alarm changed?" Ginny asked.
"I just kind of figured you'd be so horny it wouldn't matter, anything to get a hot cock up your cunt, you know? I mean, I sure feel that way, even now!" Emily explained.
Ginny frowned. "So what do we do now? I mean, Barry already shot his wad, so who do I get?"
"What's wrong with me?" Lyle asked. "After all, my date got fucked already, too!" Ginny looked him over. He was tall and dark and handsome, heavy set and powerfully built. His cock was maybe a little longer than average, about seven inches, but it was thick and stiff and pointing about halfway to the ceiling.
"Okay," Emily instructed, "now that that's settled, we'll forget the rest of the game, I guess. I'll assign each of the girl's a bedroom, then you can go and do whatever it is you want. Fuck or suck or ass-fuck or whatever turns you on. You're on your honor, 'cause I'm not going to go around to make sure each of you got off before the next round begins."
They'd all been to Emily's house before, so they knew what bedroom they were assigned. Stacy and Barry went to one of the guest rooms.
"Now what?" Barry asked. "I mean, we've already fucked, so what do you want to do while we wait?"
Stacy gave him a shy grin and said, "Let's just fool around and see what happens. Emily didn't say what the prize was, and if we fuck ourselves out and don't win, well, maybe the fucking'll be more fun anyway."
They both flopped down on the bed after stripping the covers back. Stacy rolled over on her side and stared at Barry's limp cock, just lying like a limp noodle on his belly. She twisted around and leaned over, then sucked up the soft and shrunken prick in her warm, wet mouth. She held his flaccid shaft with one hand while she held his cock head in her mouth, washing it with her tongue.
Next Stacy began to move her head slowly up and down, sucking his long, thin prick deeper into her mouth, then letting it slide part way out again, all the while, licking at his cock head and the upper part of his cock shaft with her tongue. Before long it began to show signs of life once more.
As his cock began to gradually pump up, lengthen and thicken and stiffen, Stacy bobbed her head in longer nods, until his prick head was bumping at the back of her mouth. When it reached the smaller opening into her throat, instead of sucking it farther, she let it slide from her lips.
"Goddamnit, Stacy, what's wrong?" Barry asked. "Emily said you were a great cocksucker, and so far she was right. So why did you quit?"
She gave him a nervous grin and said, "Well, it was something Emily said just before we came up here. I've never tried it and wondered if, well, if you might want to try ass-fucking?"
Now it was Barry's turn to grin. "Hey, I really dig that, Stacy. If you're sure you want to. It's something that has to be done very carefully, especially the first time when you don't know anything about it. I mean, I do, but you don't, and it's your ass."
"How come? I mean, why is it different from regular fucking?"
"I guess because your cunt is meant to be fucked and your asshole isn't. If it's not done carefully it can hurt like hell. And I guess it can do some serious harm, too, especially to the girl. But like I said, I really dig it and I have done it before. A lot."
Stacy was surprised and asked, "Why? I mean, why a lot of ass-fucking?"
"I guess," Barry replied, a little downcast, "because I have such a thin prick. Because the ass is so much tighter, well, it feels better than cunt fucking for me a lot of the time. Hey, don't get me wrong, Stacy, you were just great. I mean, you have a really tight cunt."
She smiled to herself and figured that must mean Ginny had a loose one, but she didn't say anything about it. "Okay, Barry, how do we go about it?"
"I see Emily had everything ready," he said, reaching for a small bottle of baby oil on the bedside stand. "You get on your hands and knees with your ass in the air. I'll grease my cock and your asshole with this oil, and then we begin. Don't be nervous, Stacy, I'll be real careful. Like I said, I've done it before, I know what I'm doing."
Stacy was still just a trifle hesitant, but she did want to experience this new way of being fucked. Barry had proven thoughtful and careful so far, so she figured she might as well trust him. She took her position on the center of the bed. He came up behind her on his knees, slathered a generous coating of the oil on his now steely-hard prick, then poured a little of the lubricant down the crack of Stacy's ass. His hands were coated with the oil. He first massaged the solid, high-riding cheeks of her ass, working his hands steadily but gently toward his ass crack. Next he worked his fingers along the groove of her ass, then let the tips of his fingers stroke along either side of her puckered little shit hole.
"Oh God, that really feels good, Barry," Stacy purred.
And it did. It was like getting some kind of delicate, delightful, erotic massage, she decided. Although she thought of what was to come still scared her a little, she was starting to get aroused again. When Barry's fingers began to circle her asshole, she could feel little tremors begin to spread from her now fully erect clit and from her stiffening nipples.
As Barry's strong but gentle fingers continued to massage and circle her tight little asshole muscle, Stacy could feel herself relax and get all soft and squirmy inside. When Barry sensed that she was ready, he carefully slipped his finger through her now-relaxed ass ring and into her shit canal. Stacy found the sensation pleasant and somewhat exciting as well. She felt him continue to work his finger into her ass, relaxing the muscle even more, readying her for his cock. There was a strange, liquid sensation, but he explained that to make it easier for both of them, he had squirted a little of the oil inside her asshole.
Now Stacy could feel the knob of his hard cock sliding around her ass cheeks, then up and down her ass crack. Now it nestled against her asshole. There was a slight pressure, and suddenly it surged through. Barry began to move his hips slowly back and forth. Each forward movement eased his hard cock a little deeper into Stacy's asshole. At first she had been a little shocked when he penetrated, then she found herself enjoying the sensation.
The feeling of his long, hard, hot cock slowly moving up her ass, sliding deeper and deeper into her through her ass ring, was sending more and deeper spasms sweeping through Stacy's body. She liked it. She liked it a lot. It was a lot different from what she'd expected. It didn't hurt, at least not the way Barry was doing it. It felt wonderful, but not the same kind of wonderful as a hot cock in her cunt did. But still, she liked it.
Stacy liked it so much she could no longer resist her own need to help. Instead of kneeling, braced and quiet, she started to rock back and forth on her hands and knees, squirming her ass a little, seeking deeper penetration from the hot cock now halfway into her asshole. While it wasn't the same as getting a regular fuck, it was really exciting. She could feel her hot fuck cream oozing from her cunt even as she sensed Barry's cock probing deeper into her ass.
It was obvious that Barry could get off from fucking her in the ass, but Stacy wasn't too sure she was going to get off. She decided to help herself along by playing with her big, dangling tits. She bent down farther, resting her upper weight on her elbows. That was just the right height. Now she could keep herself at just the right elevation so when she rocked back and forth, her long, rigid nipples would drag across the smooth sheet, sending little tremors of joy through her. It still wasn't enough, though.
Shifting slightly to brace herself, Stacy freed her right arm so she could reach back to her cunt. With Barry's hard cock pumping in and out of her hot asshole and her stiff, sensitive nipples being teased by the sliding motion against the smooth sheet, her hand at her swollen clit provided just the extra sensation she needed. If only I had a cock in my mouth now, she thought.
Sometimes wishes come true when you don't expect them. Emily came storming into the room with Kent right behind her, mumbling about something. Stacy looked up to see who it was.
"What's the matter with you two?" she asked.
"Goddamned fucking Kent came before I even got hot!" Emily stormed. "Now I'm frustrated as hell and he's still too quick on the trigger."
"So why did you come in here?" Stacy demanded.
"Well, I guess I kind of figured that maybe you'd be willing to give him a blow job. He said it would be okay with him, and that might get him down to where he can get me off fucking before he comes himself. If you follow me."
A broad grin split Stacy's face. "Sure, I'd be glad to if Barry doesn't mind. I was kind of hoping for something like this but I sure didn't expect it!"
"It sounds fine to me," Barry added. "To see you sucking Kent's cock while I'm fucking you in the ass, that's some kind of a turn-on!"
Stacy had to change her position so she could suck Kent off. When that re-arrangement was done, she guided his soft prick towards her lust-reddened and swollen lips. Her tongue flicked out to lick around and around the thick head of Kent's fat cock. Soon it was beginning to swell and harden.
As Stacy licked at her fleshy lollipop, Barry began to fuck her asshole again. As she felt his strokes lengthen and deepen, Stacy had an urge to suck Kent's cock into her mouth. Stretching her jaws wide, she guided his thick prick head between her lips and teeth, but kept a steady pumping motion going on his cock shaft with her one free hand.
Kent's big prick stiffened and thickened as the blood surged into it. Before long it was fully erect and throbbing in Stacy's sucking mouth. The wonderfully stuffed feeling she was getting from the long cock in her ass and the thick one in her mouth set her trembling with increased desire. She rocked back and forth with more speed and strength so that now her ass cheeks were ramming hard into Barry's groin, forcing his cock to the hilt into her slippery asshole. The length of the cock in her ass was sending little waves of joy shuddering through her torso.
Her big problem was that she didn't have a hand free to play with her clit, and she needed that to get off. With one hand to brace herself and the other to guide Kent's cock, she was getting frustrated until Barry leaned forward over her a little, reached around her chest, and started to toy with one of her lush, firm, dangling tits. Stacy let go of Kent's cock and reached back to Barry's hand, leading it to her sopping crotch and positioning it on her swollen clit. At first Barry didn't understand, and started to slide a couple of fingers up her cunt, but she pulled his hand out and took his forefinger and placed it directly on her clit. Then he got the idea.
Stacy now had Kent's fat cock halfway into her mouth. She released Barry's hand and placed hers on Kent's big, hard, line-backer's ass. By applying pressure in rhythm with her rocking motion and Barry's ass-fucking, she soon had Kent fucking her face in the same tempo. Now everything was just about perfect. Stacy could feel her lust rising and rising to new peaks of carnal pleasure!
Emily had been standing there watching and finger-fucking herself. Now she wanted to get into the act, too. She got down on the bed next to Stacy, her head even with Stacy's hips, then wriggled herself under Stacy so that she could eat Stacy's cunt and lick her clit. Pulling Barry's hand away, she started in with her long, strong tongue. Because she was on her back, her hands were free, but not for long. She began to play with one of Stacy's big tits with one hand, and put the other hand into her own cunt and resumed finger-fucking herself.
Stacy was peaking higher and higher in sexual ecstasy. Each pump of the cock in her ass and the cock in her mouth, each pinch of the fingers on her tits, each lick of the tongue at her cunt, sent new bolts of carnal joy rocketing through her body! She was vibrating like a violin string, taut and ready to burst in one enormous, joyous orgasm.
Kent's cock was shorter than average, maybe five inches, but it was extra thick. For both those reasons, Stacy didn't try to suck it into her throat, but she was having a ball licking it. As he came closer to his own come, little droplets of tangy, clear, pre-cum oozed from his pisshole. Stacy's tongue detected them and she savored the flavor before swallowing them. It served to make her even more excited! It was almost as if the juice was some kind of love potion.
The two cocks, the tongue on her pussy, and the hand on her tit were now driving Stacy wild. Shuddering tremors, lightning bolts of sexual electricity were flashing throughout her body. Her mouth and throat, her cunt and clit, and especially her asshole and tits, every erotic area was pulsing with sexual energy. Then it began.
Kent's short, thick cock in her mouth seemed to stiffen and expand as a series of rhythmic contractions moved down its short length, pumping spurts of hot, thick cum into Stacy's eager, sucking mouth. Without missing a nod of her fucking motions, she swallowed every drop, licking the head of his heavy prick clean as she did so. No sooner had she gulped the last of Kent's wonderful fuck fluid, then she sensed a change at her ass.
Barry's long, skinny cock started to throb in her asshole. She could feel the motions move down its length from root to the rounded head buried deep in her guts. Then he came! His heavy balls shot glob after steaming glob of his gluey cum into her guts, triggering Stacy's own monster orgasm. She squirmed backwards, slamming her ass into Barry's groin, trying to ram even more of his long cock into her asshole. Kent's shrinking cock spilled from her cum-drooling mouth as she shoved her ass backwards into Barry's crotch. That motion pulled Emily's lips and tongue from her rigid clitty, finally firing off the great orgasmic burst through her torso that Stacy had been so longing for.
She shook and shuddered. She shivered and quaked. And she screamed out loud as the monster contractions blasted her sleek torso, doubling her up, clenching her strong young muscles. Her asshole ring clamped down Barry's skinny and softening cock, refusing to release it. Her thigh muscles twitched and jerked in blessed release. Her hips were making uncontrolled fucking motions forward and downward, while her asshole still held Barry's prick. Her grip on his cock was so strong it couldn't shrink any more, and it was again beginning to pump up and harden.
"Jesus Christ, Stacy!" Barry cried out in pain. "You're going to break my fucking cock right off! Shit, girl, ease off!"
The pulsing tremors that were rocking the gorgeous girl started to slow. Their power diminished. Stacy opened her eyes just in time to hear Barry's words.
"Oh God, Barry!" she moaned, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it."
She relaxed her asshole sphincter muscle and his sore prick slowly slipped out. Stacy turned so she could flop down flat on the bed next to Emily.
"Jesus," she sighed, "that was wonderful! Who would have thought it could be so neat to get fucked in the ass!"
CHAPTER TEN
Exhausted and fucked-out for the moment, Stacy fell asleep. Everyone else was also getting tired, and most of the others went home. Emily covered Stacy up when she left the room.
Several hours later, Stacy woke up feeling strangely restless. She was alone in the bed and the lights in the room were out. She got up, went to the bathroom, then wandered around the house to see if anybody else was up. There wasn't anybody downstairs, and the other bedrooms were also empty until she got to Emily's. When she pushed Emily's door open, a beam of light from the hallway fell across the bed, and Stacy discovered Emily and Kent sound asleep in each other's arms.
"Oh shit, it looks like this is it for tonight," Stacy grumbled to herself as she went back to the room where her clothes were. She decided that Emily already had enough company for the night and her presence wasn't needed. She got dressed, wrote a note and left it on the kitchen table, then walked across town to her own home.
At her house, Stacy let herself in the back door and crept quietly up the stairs to her own room. About half way up the steps she heard sounds. Once again, they came from her mother's room. This time she was pretty sure she recognized what the sounds were: they were the sounds of fucking!
"Oh shit," she groaned to herself, disturbed. It didn't make sense, but she felt jealous of her mother. Curious, she sneaked quietly down the hall and peeked in the open door of her mother's bedroom. Those on the bed hadn't been expecting her home until morning at the earliest, so there was no reason to close the door.
What she saw this time made her eyes open wide: her mother was on her hands and knees on her own bed, sucking Stacy's Uncle Stewart off, while Mr. Preston, was fucking her doggy-style!
At first struck by a strong pang of jealousy, Stacy just stared at the scene with her mouth open. Gradually the jealousy was replaced by a deeper, hotter feeling. She was getting horny again!
Stacy knew she should be in bed, that she needed the sleep. This was too good to miss, though. She tiptoed down to her own room, undressed, slipped a light robe on but didn't bother to belt it, and crept back to her mother's bedroom.
Nothing much had changed. Stacy found it terribly sexy and exciting to watch while her Uncle Stewart's big ten-inch cock worked itself into her mother's face, while at the same time Mr. Preston's colossal foot-long salami of a cock was burying itself in her mother's dripping cunt from behind. It was so exciting that she could feel her own pussy starting to ooze her thick, hot cream. She was just about as excited as those who were actually doing the fucking!
Without realizing it, Stacy began to massage one of her big, solid tits. Her hand was kneading and squeezing it, stroking it all around her puffy areola, then her fingers began to tickle her nip, then lightly pinch and twist it. That started a series of little, twitching tremors surging through her from her taut tit-buds to her stiff clit. The itch between her legs grew, and soon Stacy's other hand drifted down to her patch of soft, silky pussy fur. Her fingers searched through her soaked cunt hair for that hard little button of her stiff, throbbing clit.
She found it. The instant her finger touched her rigid clit, a deep sigh of joy escaped from Stacy's lips and another wave of joy-spasms swept her from cunt to tit. The carnal tensions were building up again inside her, she needed relief once more. Although her eyes remained fixed on the trio fucking on her mother's bed, Stacy was concentrating more and more on getting herself off. Her right hand was now alternating between her beautiful tits, stroking and petting the firm flesh, tickling and teasing and pinching the throbbing, swollen, stretched little nipples.
Stacy's left hand was no longer roaming in her cream-soaked cunt hair, it had slid down so that the girl now had three fingers in her dripping, steaming cunt. She slid those fingers in and out, just parting her puffed-up pussy lips at first, then slipping her fingers in deeper and deeper. Her thumb began to gently massage her stiff, lust-strained clit, firing off round after round of ever-deepening orgasmic spasms shooting through her from her inner thighs all the way through her body to deep inside her, and flashing up to her taut, tense nipples.
Her eyes were now just barely registering what was going on on the bed, but her mind was fantasizing. In her mind she saw herself on the bed, with the titanic cock of Mr. Preston fucking her own cunt instead of her mother's, and her Uncle Stewart's ten-incher pistoning in and out of her own mouth and throat.
Although the three on the bed had been fucking since well before Stacy got home, the girl was so hot and excited that she was just as close to climax as they were. The need to get herself off was growing and growing until she didn't know how she could stand the tension. Her hands and fingers were practically a blur, they were moving so rapidly. Her breath was coming in little gasping pants. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard the vibrations were clearly visible. Her wide-staring eyes were now glued to the sight of Mr. Preston's great salami-cock pumping in and out of her mother's strained and straining cunt.
Preston was taking long, long strokes. He withdrew until only the huge knob of his cock head was held between Mrs. Hammon's lust-puffed cunt lips. Then he would arch his hips and pelvis forward, holding her taut, firm ass in his hands, and drive his great fuck-log into her demanding pussy to the hilt.
Stacy was feeling every powerful stroke of that enormous cock in her own eager, dripping pussy. The thrill of having herself packed so full of prick meat, both front and back like her mother, was sending her rapidly into carnal orbit! Her eyes glazed over as suddenly a tremendous clenching spasm blasted her sleek, firm body, jerking her and shaking her like she was in some kind of a powerful fit.
Her legs were quivering so hard they could hardly support her weight as the waves of contractions bolted through her groin and torso. Her tits felt like they were on fire with pulsing sexual electricity. Her cunt was clenching and gripping at her cream-soaked fingers. Her clit felt as if it would burst, it was pumped so full of blood.
Stacy's breath caught in her throat as the huge orgasm held her and shook her in its tremendous grip. Then, as the earthquake of a climax diminished, she let a long, low sigh escape from her fevered lips.
"Oooohh! Jesus Christ that was wonderful!" Stacy moaned, forgetting where she was and what was going on.
On the bed, the fucking, sucking trio had also come to the end of their fuck marathon. A marathon, for it had begun several hours previously. Now however, Carlton Preston's stupendous cock was sunk to the roots in Wanda Hammond's tight but capacious cunt. It was buried inside her, pumping out the last fiery globs of hot, sticky cum as Preston groaned with the exquisite joy of final release.
While Preston had been ramming her from behind, Wanda Hammond had been licking and nibbling like crazy on her brother-in-law's big cock. She had realized her own climax was almost ready to explode and she wanted to bring Stewart off at the same time. Unlike her daughter, Wanda had never been able to do a deep throat, but she pretty much made up for it with her talented tongue. She was driving Stewart wild with her teasing, licking, nibbling, sucking actions!
If Stewart Hammond had at any time raised his eyes from the sight of his stiff cock moving in and out of Wanda's mouth, he would have looked directly at his gorgeous niece masturbating to beat hell while she leaned on the door frame staring at him and his companions on the bed. The action going on with his cock, however, took his full attention. Stewart really enjoyed what his late brother's wife was doing to his cock, the way her tongue teased and tantalized it, but it wasn't quite the same as fucking, or, he thought, as having his delightful niece Stacy suck him off, suck his cock all the way down into her throat!
Almost in spite of himself though, he found that he was rapidly approaching his own massive climax. He could feel the way his balls seemed to tighten and draw his overloaded balls up tight into his crotch, ready for them to shoot their heavy load of thick, creamy cum into Wanda's sucking, nibbling mouth.
"Oh God, Wanda!" Stewart groaned. "Jesus Christ, woman, suck my cock! Suck it harder! Shit, I'm coming! Here it comes! That's the way, lady, suck my cock, swallow my cum. Jesus, that's it, swallow my redhot jizz!"
As the last of his words died away, so did the last of his pumping, spurting jizz shoot into Wanda Hammond's mouth. She willingly, eagerly gobbled up every drop and swallowed it, then pushed Stewart back so his cock slid out of her mouth. She wasn't done, though. She carefully and hungrily lapped up every last drop of the gummy fluid from the head of his cock, licked it off her lips, and swallowed it ah. Wanda had always thought it was too bad she wasn't better at cocksucking because she really liked the taste of cum.
Stacy had moaned out loud, but it was just as the other three were experiencing their final climaxes and, although they all heard it, none of them paid any attention to the moan or where it had come from. Stacy immediately came out of her satiated daze, looked quickly around, gaped briefly at the naked fuckers on the bed, then slowly but carefully retreated from her mother's doorway. As soon as she was out of sight of her mother, her uncle, and Mr. Preston, she bolted for her own room, heaved a mighty sigh of relief, and climbed into her own bed. In moments, she was sound asleep, snoring softly.
Bright sunshine greeted Stacy Hammond when she opened her eyes the next morning. A quick glance at her alarm clock showed her it was almost ten a.m. and, counting the time before she left Emily's, she had slept nearly ten hours altogether! She yawned and stretched. A deep feeling of exceptional well-being seemed to fill her from head to foot. Her mind roamed back over the recent past, and she smiled, remembering all that had happened to her in just two short days. Surprisingly, she wasn't particularly stiff or sore. Oh, there were a few minor twinges here and there, but nothing bothersome.
After a quick shower, Stacy slipped into shorts and a tee shirt, then out of curiosity went down the hall to peek into her mother's room. At first she thought it was empty, then on closer inspection she saw a figure on the far side of the bed, with the sheet drawn over it. Stacy was puzzled, her mother normally went to work by at least nine, and she knew her uncle had an appointment.
Naturally inquisitive, Stacy tiptoed into the room and around her mother's big bed to see who the unknown sleeper was. She delicately pulled the sheet back to discover Mr. Preston lying on his side, naked, sleeping quite soundly. With a sly grin, Stacy carefully pulled the sheet all the way off the sleeping man. She didn't want to disturb him, but she did want to see his colossal cock again. As she withdrew the sheet, Mr. Preston grunted in his sleep and rolled over onto his back.
When he did that, Stacy gaped in wonder. His titanic prick was in full, fantastic erection, towering from his groin like some kind of meaty sword! Stacy got down on her knees beside the bed to inspect his huge cock more closely. The monster fuck-log was heavily veined, and although only waving in thin air, it was slowly throbbing with life. Stacy couldn't resist it. She gently kissed the huge knob of his purple cock head. Droplets of pre-cum oozed from his piss slit and she swiftly lapped them up and swallowed them. Her sweet pussy was oozing cream in hope and expectation of having that monster shoved deep inside it.
Not knowing how long Mr. Preston would stay asleep, Stacy decided that now was the time if she wanted to find out how it would feel to fuck that stupendous prick. Swiftly peeling off their clothes, she carefully climbed on the bed, stood astraddle Preston's hips, then gently lowered herself until her dripping cunt was nudged open by his great, smooth prick head. It almost made her cry out, but realizing that Preston might deny her this experience, she kept tight control of herself.
Slowly, carefully, yet eagerly, Stacy worked the great purple ball between her dripping pussy lips. Once his cock head was inside, she had such a tremendous desire to be filled with his gigantic cock that she threw caution to the winds and pressed herself down and down on his great fuck pole, forcing it into herself, feeling her very belly expand with the length and thickness of it filling her, stuffing her with fuck meat!
The sensation was too marvelous! She couldn't hold back. A long, moaning sigh of sheer sexual delight escaped her reddening lips as his titanic log of cock meat stuffed her cunt full. Preston had been in the middle of a wonderful dream in which the luscious Stacy Hammond was sitting on his cock. As a result, when her mom partly awakened him, he didn't realize it wasn't still his dream. Not that it much mattered. He was so sexed-up that it would have been almost impossible to stop what was happening.
Preston's pale but muscular torso was covered with tiny freckles. Stacy had no idea why, but that seemed sexy as hell to her. Both she and Preston were so hot and horny that it seemed as though Stacy had only gotten settled in the saddle, with Preston's salami-sized cock buried inside her when she could feel her climax rapidly approaching.
Not wanting to waste a moment of this wonderful experience, the girl at once began to raise and lower her hips, pistoning his huge cock in and out of herself part way with short, swift strokes. Almost before she knew it, she could feel rippling, squeezing contractions moving down the tremendous length of his thick, hard cock inside her steaming, creaming cunt. Her answering contractions had already begun before the first glob of Preston's hot cum spurted into the depths of her very womb. As her orgasm sped through her body, shaking and clenching her, twitching and jerking her with exquisite carnal joy, Stacy screamed out loud.
When her tremors died away, she looked into Preston's ordinarily kindly but now startled face. "Gee, Mr. Preston, thanks! Thanks a lot! That was unbelievable. That's really some cock you have."
"And thank you, young lady. You are a truly delightful fuck, as well as being one of the prettiest, best-built young women I've ever seen. I doubt that your mother and your Uncle Stewart would appreciate us being together like this, though. They should be back soon, I suggest your climb off me and get cleaned and dressed right away. I'll do the same."
Those words spurred Stacy to immediate action. She was in the kitchen, spooning up a bowl of cold cereal when her mother and uncle walked in the back door a few minutes later. Stewart went on into the front of the house, but her mother, a serious expression on her face, looked at her daughter.
"Stacy, I have something to tell you. I should have warned you earlier, but I didn't have the nerve. Mr. Preston has asked me to marry him, and I have accepted. No, don't say anything, I'm not done. Your Uncle Stewart is moving here, and he'll be staying with us until he finds a place of his own. He'll also be the best man at the wedding, and I hope you'll be my maid of honor."
With a broad smile on her face, Stacy said, "Hey, Mom, that's neat! Congratulations and all that. I'm really glad for you!"
She ran to her mother and gave her a big hug and kiss, but the girl's mind was racing with thoughts of what she could do with both Mr. Preston and Uncle Stewart living in the same house now! She had truly found a hobby!
