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Authors name: Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)
Story title : Chloe

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Chloe (MF, org, inc)
by Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)

***

Slutty teen sisters try out the new boy next door. So 
does everybody else. Originally written as "The 
Sisters Next Door" for a publisher who neglected to 
pay me for it (I just hate when that happens), this 
has been extensively revised and expanded for the 
Internet-only publication. 

Pirated texts of "Chloe" have been available under 
a different title, both free and for-pay, but it's 
presented to you here with the compliments of the 
author, in a definitive version.

***

CHAPTER 1

Chloë Parsons thought she had fucking died and gone 
straight to heaven! She fluffed her blonde hair, using 
her reflection in the microwave door glass, and she 
went out the kitchen door into the backyard. Her tits 
heaved provocatively, and the nipples made pointy 
erections in the front of her t-shirt.

"Hi," she said. "You must be new in the neighborhood!"

The boy who was standing on the back porch of the house 
next door just smiled. His teeth were dazzling. Chloë 
felt her cunt beginning to drip into her panties. 
There really was a God, she thought.

"Friendly neighborhood," the boy replied. His voice 
was deep and smooth. He was older than he looked, too, 
Chloë thought. Eighteen, maybe. Well, she did like 
older men! 

Oh, Christ, he was stone fucking gorgeous! She leaned 
against the fence, tantalizing her nipples by rubbing 
sideways in slow motion. He came down off the porch, 
moving toward her in a limber, sexy walk. Oh, he knew 
he had it, all right, and he was showing it all off, 
too!

He wasn't that tall -- five-nine, maybe, but he looked 
much bigger. Slim-built, and giving the impression of 
size, with a head full of dark curly hair and a 
gorgeous tan. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the silky 
fine hairs on his chest glistened in the sunlight. His 
brown eyes seemed to smolder, and he was giving Chloë 
the once-over. Even better, he was obviously liking 
what he saw.

She straightened up, pushing her tits outward a little 
-- just enough to emphasize the sweet round cupcakes 
and their pointy erect tips. She stroked her hair, 
fluffing it again, and she opened her blue eyes widely, 
batting them with what she hoped was an irresistibly 
seductive come-on. He came on.

"My name's Dwayne," he told her. Dwayne had always 
seemed a really nerdy name to Chloë before, but looking 
up at him, across the fence, she changed her mind fast. 
"I'm staying here this summer, with my aunt," he added, 
resting his hand atop the fence. Chloë looked down at 
his fingers, imagining them curved around the swelling 
apple of her tit.

"Oh," she said. "You're Joanna's nephew, then?" She 
didn't know Joanna Murphy all that well. The lady next 
door worked with Chloë's mom, sure. Chloë had never 
felt any need to make friends with her. But if their 
neighbor could possibly be aunt to such a fucking hunk 
as Dwayne, then it was incumbent on Chloë to get much 
better acquainted!

Dwayne nodded. "Yeah," he said. "The old home town 
got too hot for me, so I'm banished up here for a 
while. Aunt Jo got me a job, and I'm just hanging 
around till I start work, you know?"

"Well, I'm Chloë," the little blonde replied. "That's 
with a dieresis." He gave her a blank stare. Guys 
always did when she used that come-on line. She 
decided to junk it from her repertoire. Too bad. 
Belinda could get away with it, but Belinda wouldn't 
know a dieresis if one bit her on the ass -- damn near
the only thing that had never done so yet! Belinda 
could get away with fucking near anything, but Belinda 
wasn't here right now, was she?

Chloë glanced down at the front of his pants. Oh, 
sweet Christ! she thought. The faded, stonewashed 
denim clung boldly to the shape of his dick, outlining 
it in breathtaking clarity. Chloë felt her knees grow 
wobbly. She had never felt so much in need of a good 
hard fucking as she did right now, eating Dwayne with 
her eyes. She knew he couldn't tell a dieresis from an 
umlaut, but she intended to make damn sure he didn't 
forget her name.

"Well," she told him, her throat dry with nervousness, 
"why don't you let me buy you a drink, since you're new 
in the neighborhood? I was just getting a Coke, and I 
know there's another in the 'fridge. Bet you're 
thirsty, on such a hot day." 

"Yeah," he said, "I am kinda thirsty ... " His hand 
moved lightly but demonstratively onto Chloë's. She 
looked up into his eyes and she felt as if she were 
melting from the heat.

***

He dipped his tongue in and out of Chloë's cunt. She 
leaned back, lifting her snatch into his face while she 
clutched at her stiff-nippled tits. He put one hand on 
her chest, smoothing it down possessively over a 
breast, and he squeezed, sending pulsations of ecstasy 
through the girl. 

If you didn't count Belinda, nobody had ever licked 
Chloë's snatch before, though it was something she had 
dreamed about -- a lot -- and all her goddamn dreams 
were coming true right now, for sure! Again and again 
his tongue played flourishes of delight on her 
stiffened clit, the wiggly labes of her dripping cunt. 
The teenager oozed cumjuice like a fullgrown woman!

She looked down in ecstasy, watching him as he 
concentrated on his work. He had her pussy flaps 
spread, and his tongue slicked in and out of the open 
pink trench. He screwed it into the gaping hole of her 
cunt, pushing deep, and she moaned and squirmed and 
whimpered, pissing pussygoo onto his exploring tongue. 

"Oh, eat me," she gasped, "eat my fucking pussy!!!"

He moved his lips along her upper thigh, taking a 
momentary break from her cunt. She hadn't shaved her 
legs in a week, and there was fine soft stubble on her 
flesh. His lips stroked it, and Chloë went wild, 
trembling from her clitoris outward while she worked 
her fingers again and again through his dark wavy hair.

He wormed a finger into her hole, screwing it in and 
out of her, until Chloë was heaving with lustful 
arousal. She was sopping wet, and the more he pronged 
her, the wetter she got. Hers was not nearly the first 
snatch he'd ever eaten, and she was so glad she was 
getting the benefit of his expertise.

He'd been as ready as she was. No guy who looked like 
Dwayne could possibly be a holdout when it came to sex. 
He'd been on her almost as soon as the door closed 
behind them, and now they were lying on the 
pink-covered bed in Chloë's room, doing what had been 
on her mind from the first sight of him.

He twisted around, so that she could get hold of his 
hard, ripe cock, and she took it in her fist with 
eagerness. Oh, God! The blood pulsated through the 
length of his shaft as she slid her hand up and down 
him, and pre-cum leaked from his tip onto her fingers. 

She squeezed at the bulbous knobby crown, feeling the 
wetness dribble from it. Her throat was dry, but she 
knew she'd be drooling saliva as soon as she got that 
dick of his into her mouth. 

And she was aching to show him that he wasn't the only 
one who knew how to suck. She'd had her lips wrapped 
around a few peters here and there, too, and her mouth 
was dry with the longing for Dwayne's tool. She 
stroked it harder, licking her lips, anticipating.

His mouth preyed upon her clit, teasing it into an 
erection that was both painful and delicious, all at 
once. He sucked her bud, pulling it with his lips, 
laving it with his tongue. His finger pushed deeper, 
more forcefully, into her cunt, and she moaned. 

"Oh, goddamn you," she sighed, "will you lemme suck 
your dick just a little, too?"

Obviously he had no objections. He raised his head 
from Chloë's pussy and he straddled her prone body, his 
hard cock protruding like a log from his slim body. 
She took it in both hands, worshiping it with her 
fingers. She stroked her hard nipples with it, licking 
her lips as she stared at the purple swollen knob and 
the bubble of pre-cum that formed in his slitted 
opening.

He pushed her tits together around his cock and he 
fucked it back and forth in slow, sensuous strokes. 
Chloë wished she had D cups instead of A+s. She'd love 
to have smothered his prick in the fleshy warmth of her 
tits. The thing fucked in and out, and she leaned her 
face forward, tongue extending, lapping toward the 
oncoming point of Dwayne's dick.

She made contact suddenly, and her eyes got really big. 
The hot velvet of his cock knob made her tongue tingle. 
She trapped him inside her hands and she fed him into 
her mouth, sucking like a leech. He thrust, meeting 
her sucks, and half his cock plunged into Chloë's 
mouth. She gagged on the big hard thing, but she 
couldn't stop sucking, oh, no, not with his meat 
filling her mouth! She was too greedy, too aroused. 
She wanted it all!

And Jesus, he gave it to her, too! He fucked hard into 
Chloë's mouth. He didn't seem to mind that she was so 
young, that she wasn't used to sucking such a big fat 
prick as his. He held her head in his hands and he 
fucked her eager, gulping mouth with the stiffened 
power of his cock, while she gurgled and gagged and did 
her goddamnedest to eat every inch of his lust.

Spit was running out of her mouth when she drew back 
and said, "Oh, Dwayne, baby, I want to feel this thing 
inside me, inside my fucking pussy, you bastard... "

Realistically, she knew she had to fuck him now. 
Partly because she was fucking dying for it, and partly 
because her mom would be home from work in less than an 
hour, and if she was gonna do it, she had to do it! 
The last thing she needed was to get caught with eight 
inches of stiff peter in her pussy. 

 No, the last thing she needed was to go fuckless. Her 
cunt ached for the biting thrust of Dwayne Murphy's 
rod, and she squirmed beneath him, her hands busy and 
horny on the length of his stiff meat, urging him to 
get it on!

"Well?" she panted, looking up from his spit-shined 
cock. Her blue eyes flashed a challenge she hoped was 
absolutely irresistible. "Are you gonna fuck me, or 
aren't you ???"

"Yeah," he grinned, his fingers toying with her 
hard-nippled tits. "I think I'm gonna fuck you, 
Chloë..."

Up close, she thought, he wasn't really all that 
handsome. You'd never mistake him for Tom Cruise or 
Rob Lowe. But when he looked into her eyes there was 
something that just growled like Barry White and said, 
"Baby, I know what turns you on." Chloë had never met 
a guy like that before. She'd heard about them, 
dreamed about them, sure. All women did -- even 
teenage girls. But now she was about to fuck one of 
them.

***

She screamed aloud as his ravenous prick wedged itself 
between the taut wet flaps of her cunt and shoved home. 
He had the biggest dick Chloë had ever fucked, and it 
felt like a treetrunk cramming up her tight hot hole. 
It banged into her depths, ravishing her twat, and she 
kicked her feet high into the air, deepening the 
availability of her cunt.

He leaned down, trapping her nearest tit-nipple in his 
lips. He pulled it until the rubbery flesh screamed, 
and his teeth dug into the responsive tissue. His 
prick banged in and out of Chloë, hitting the bottom of 
her pussy tunnel on each thrust, and she bounced and 
rocked beneath him. Oh, fuck! It was gonna be a great 
summer with a dude like this living next door!

The only thing she had to worry about was whether 
Belinda would try to take him away from her. Sisters 
could be such cunts, if you gave them half a chance...

She looked up into Dwayne's eyes, sinking into their 
warm brown depth. Jesus, he was so goddamn gorgeous, 
and he could fuck like a son of a bitch! She wished 
she could kiss her thanks onto the mouths of every girl 
he'd screwed in the past, just to show her appreciation 
for what they'd taught him about how to satisfy a 
pussy!

He began to fuck harder, faster, really plowing his 
cock into Chloë. She wrapped her legs around him, and 
all she could do was hang on. His belly rammed against 
hers with each thrust, and she moaned from deep in her 
guts, feeling the come-frenzy building irresistibly 
inside herself. 

Her cunt sucked up and down the length of his dick, 
eating him like a thirsty leech. Would he get as 
sweet, as hot, as tight, a fuck from Belinda? Chloë 
thought not, and she squirmed, vacuuming her pussy 
around him, horny to prove that she was the best fuck 
he'd ever find in Albany!

And then she began to come, screeching as the frenzy 
hit her. "Oh, shiiiiiittt!!!" she squealed, sucking him 
deeper yet into her hole. She banged up to meet his 
downcoming thrusts, and her pussy became maniacal 
around Dwayne's dick.

Her cunt went into a paroxysm of response, squeezing 
and sucking wetly at the hard tool Dwayne kept shoving 
into her juicing hole. His knob plumbed the depths of 
her pussy and she screamed like a bitch as she was 
fucked, repeatedly, deliciously! 

God, nobody had ever fucked her like this before! The 
boys she'd played around with were just small change 
next to Dwayne! His tool bloated inside her, engorging 
as the fever captured him, too, and it was difficult to 
slamdunk her as furiously as she'd have wanted, because 
the fit was just too fucking tight. But, oh, Jesus, 
could he ever fuck!

"I'm so sore," she moaned, "oh take it out, baby, let 
me suck you the rest of the way off... "

Her cunt moaned too, as his cock emerged, and then he 
was astride her chest, sliding his prick through her 
tits once again. Chloë gasped, watching the steady 
back-forth thrust of Dwayne's dick, and she took him in 
hand, pulling his fattened purple knob to her hungry 
lips. This time she'd show him what cocksucking was 
really all about!

She pursed her lips, kissing Dwayne's prick, but that 
wasn't enough. She opened them, and she sucked him 
inside, saliva running like a river around the 
throbbing meat of his knob. 

He slid forward, shoving more cock into Chloë, and she 
sucked in a frenzy, gargling, inhaling. His dick 
rammed to the back of her oral chamber and into the 
upper end of her throat, and she blew his tool without 
even a gag, a groan. It was easy, once you got the 
hang of it. And speaking of hang, oh, Jesus, was 
Dwayne ever hung!!! 

She trapped the knob behind her front teeth, sucking at 
it while her hands slipped and slid up and down the 
drool-wet length of Dwayne's shaft. She could feel the 
male power surging within his rod. As she began to 
jerk him faster, more furiously, he reached back and 
stuffed a couple of fingers up her tight teenaged 
cunt. 

Chloë squealed at the sudden, excited penetration, and 
she was pretty damn excited, too. She gulped faster 
and deeper at his cock, her fingers more and more 
aggressive up and down his throbbing length.

"Okay!" she heard him gasp, and she knew that he was 
going to come.

Chloë opened her throat and jerked him in her hands, 
waiting for the spurting surge of his cum. Yes! It 
splashed across her tongue and she began to guzzle the 
fluid down her gullet as his cock emptied itself into 
her hungry cum-starved mouth.

_Oh, Christ_, she told herself, _I've gotta try to keep 
him a secret from Belinda! There's no way I'm ever 
gonna share anything like this, not even with my 
sister_!


CHAPTER 2

"Any calls for me, Monkeyface?" Belinda Parsons asked 
her sister.

"Try the machine, bitch," Chloë suggested. 

"Hostile today, huh?" Belinda kicked off her shoes and 
unzipped her uniform down the front. If she never saw 
another fucking burger again, she'd die happy.  She 
was going to turn vegetarian. Or at least give up 
grease totally. 

She glanced at her kid sister, and the look on the 
squirt's face just wasn't right. Belinda could read 
every expression the little whore possessed. "What's 
with you, anyway, Chloë? You don't _look_ hostile. In 
fact, you look like the cat that ate the canary. 
There's even a feather or two on your mouth. What 
gives?"

"Nothing," Chloë insisted. "Absolutely nothing."

Belinda smiled knowingly, stepping out of the jumpsuit 
she wore on the job at Regal Burger. Under it she was 
wearing a filmy bra and string panties, like always. 
Chloë sneaked a glance at her older sister, envying 
Belinda those sumptuous curves. Oh, God, she thought, 
if Dwayne ever gets a look at her, I'm sunk!

Chloë turned over and lay on her belly, pretending to 
read SEVENTEEN. Belinda came over to the bed and sat 
down. She put her hand on the small of her sister's 
back. "C'mon, tell me," she said. "You know I can 
torture anything out of you if I try."

Her fingers began to tickle Chloë's ribs. Chloë 
squealed. Belinda flipped her over and pinned her to 
the bed. She leaned down closer, her long golden hair 
dangling into Chloë's face. She had the blue eyes that 
ran in the family, and they stared straight into 
Chloë's. 

"You got fucked today," Belinda said triumphantly. "I 
can see it in your eyes. But why don't you want to 
tell me about it? We don't keep secrets from each 
other, right, squirt? Like, we know too much already, 
hmmm?" 

And she began to lift the bottom of Chloë's t-shirt, 
pulling it up past the soft smooth white cups of her 
sister's bra. The fabric clung to Chloë's tits, and 
the perky nipples were already making indentations in 
it.

Belinda leaned down and pressed her lips against 
Chloë's. They were soft and warm. Her breath tasted 
slightly of onions and coffee but it wasn't an 
unpleasant taste. Chloë opened her mouth beneath 
Belinda's and the tip of her tongue met her sister's.

A little lower, Belinda's fingers were undoing the 
front snap of Chloë's bra, pushing the cups loose from 
the apple-firm titties. They trapped the pointed 
nipples, rolled them delicately, erotically. Chloë 
sighed, her lips fluttering against her sister's. 

Belinda's boobs dangled a little, inside their bra. 
They brushed across Chloë's upper arm, her chest, her 
neck. Chloë began to squirm a little.  She was 
heating up, as she always did when Belinda started to 
play with her.

"Tell me all about it," Belinda whispered, between 
kisses. Her fingers had pulled her sister's nips to 
quivery erections, and she bent down to glide her wet 
velvety tongue across one pink cap, licking until it 
glistened, until Chloë was murmuring from low in her 
throat. 

"It was a new guy," Chloë whispered, searching her 
imagination for lies. "He's Joanna's nephew, from next 
door, come up here to stay the summer with her. I 
think he's from Pomeroy or someplace."

"Cute?" Belinda wondered, undoing the button of her 
sister's shorts. 

Obediently, without being asked, Chloë lifted her ass, 
allowing Belinda to tug the shorts and panties down in 
one fluid motion. She came back down onto the bed, her 
legs apart, and Belinda put a hand between them. The 
fingers moved provocatively through Chloë's soft furry 
pussy region, tickling the hot tight little mouth that 
lurked behind the filmy fuzz of hair.

"No, no!" Chloë desperately insisted. "A real Goober. 
No, I guess you'd call him a Gomer. Maybe even a 
Barney Fife. Like, if 'dork' was in the dictionary, it 
would have his picture instead of a definition."

Belinda's finger caressed her sister's tingly gash. 
The lips puckered and then parted, allowing the finger 
to move daintily into the smooth slick trench itself. 
The flesh within was warm and beginning to dampen. The 
soft blonde hairs on Chloë's cunt were so fine and 
sparse as to be almost invisible to the eye, but 
Belinda could feel a crackle as she slid her finger 
through them. There was still an electric excitement 
clinging to her sister's twat. 

She gave Chloë's pussy mouth a testing poke. The 
muscles quivered and began to draw her into the tight 
hole, and she could feel the oozy moistness coming down 
her sister's pussy tunnel. That was all the evidence 
she needed.

"Bullshit," she said. "Your little cunt is as hot as a 
two-dollar pistol. You're still turned on. Oh, you 
must have gotten it good today! Don't lie to me, 
squirt! I wanna know _everything_!"

Chloë groaned as Belinda's finger poked deeper, into 
her hot depths. It was true. She couldn't disguise 
anything from her sister. Belinda knew how Chloë's 
pussy felt when it was aroused, and it was still revved 
up from the fucking Dwayne Murphy had thrown into her. 
As Belinda worked her finger in and out, the cunt began 
to shiver and suck, muscles milking up and down the 
alien object.

Belinda raised her face and kissed Chloë again. Chloë 
certainly didn't think of herself as queer, just 
because she loved to be kissed by another girl. She 
didn't think of Belinda as queer because she loved to 
come on to Chloë. It was just something very special 
and sexy that they shared, as sisters. 

And Belinda knew just how to use it to her own 
advantage. Chloë couldn't keep a secret of any kind 
when she was being attacked like this. She arched her 
pussy toward the exploring finger and she moaned softly 
from low in her guts, oozing her juices onto her 
sister's probing digit.

The finger was in her, to the second knuckle now, 
moving gingerly but evocatively in and out of Chloë's 
twat. The younger girl spread her legs wider, pumping 
her pussy up to meet the finger's more and more 
aggressive thrust. 

She fucked her tongue into her sister's mouth, one hand 
on Belinda's head of golden hair, the other pawing with 
a burgeoning excitement at the bra cups which 
momentarily restrained Belinda's tits. Behind the 
silky fabric, Chloë's sister also had hard nipples -- 
very hard nipples -- and Chloë's fingers burned for the 
touch of them.

Belinda rose slightly, and Chloë undid her bra. The 
hooters seemed to jump straight out. Chloë grabbed 
them, in both hands, and buried her face between the 
big doughy mounds. 

She drank in the sweat and heat of her sister's body, 
and then she was feeding one nip after the other, into 
her mouth -- sucking, biting, chewing. The salmon-rose 
buds stiffened against her tongue and she could feel 
the hot pulsation that shot through them as her teeth 
dug in, as her tongue sloshed drool onto the swollen 
teats.

The finger shoved deep and hard into Chloë, and the 
younger girl moaned excitedly around the spongy tit 
that was jammed into her mouth. She writhed, sucking 
her sister's finger into her hot wet cunt. Belinda 
thumbed Chloë's clit, stroked it rapidly back and 
forth, while her finger wiggled like a snake deep 
inside. It was a lot like fucking a guy, but it was 
different, too, and it was tremendously exciting in its 
own special way.

Belinda took her finger out suddenly, and Chloë gasped 
"No, please don't stop..." but, as always, Belinda was 
in control. The older girl straddled her sister's body, 
grinding her panty-covered cunt down upon Chloë's 
belly. She wriggled her way upward, squeezing her 
sister's tits together and dancing her pussy atop them. 

Belinda's panties were yellow, like the undone bra that 
hung from her shoulders, and they were starting to show 
a damp stain at the very center of the crotchpiece. 
The bold, swollen shape of her bunlike pussy, its deep 
hungry gash, were outlined where the fabric clung 
tightly to her.

She wriggled forward, and now her snatch was within 
striking distance of Chloë's face. She held her 
sister's head and smiled down at her, knowing that 
Chloë could not resist the offer. "So eat me, squirt," 
she told her younger sister, inching just a little 
closer.

Chloë sighed, her eyes rolling, and she pressed her 
mouth against the front of her sister's panties. 
Jesus, she could taste the pussygoo oozing out of 
Belinda, even through the panties, and her tongue 
worked appreciatively up and down, until the panties 
were so wet as to be transparent. She took hold of the 
crotchstrip and pushed it aside, baring the cunt 
within.

It was neatly barbered for summer, the hairs waxed away 
so that only a narrow furze-like hedge remained, 
guarding the long deep slash of Belinda's cunt. The 
lips were puckered and pouting, as they always seemed 
to be, and the pearly pink button of the clit was 
visible at the upper end of the slice. Chloë leaned 
forward, her tongue extended, and she began to lick her 
sister's clitoris.

Belinda purred like a cat, riding Chloë's face, feeding 
her on pussy. "You get better and better, squirt," she 
told her sister. "Turning you on was the best 
investment I ever made. It means I never need to put 
up with a horny cunt. When I get the itch, all I have 
to do is sit on that little monkey face of yours!"

It was true, of course (except for the disgusting 
"monkey face" slander), but Chloë had little time to 
think about that. She was much too busy eating the 
ripe wet pussy which had been smacked down on her face.

She pulled the panties further aside, baring the pussy 
completely to her mouth. She'd been eating her older 
sister for almost as long as she could remember, and 
the taste of Belinda's cunt on her tongue was still 
very nearly the most exciting thing Chloë could 
imagine. 

But she'd encountered something just as exciting today, 
and now, goddamn it, the odds were about fifty to one 
that Belinda was going to take it away from her. Chloë 
looked up at her sister's swaying body as it fucked her 
face, and she sighed. Make that a million to one.

How could she ever compete with Belinda, for Christ's 
sake? She was five-one, and cute as a button -- she 
always assured herself, though she had no evidence 
anybody else in the world agreed -- but a little skinny 
by anyone's count, admittedly. Her tits were adorable 
cupcakes, hard and round, and her ass had a provocative 
wiggle, but look at Belinda!

Her big sister was a statuesque 38-C and had more 
curves than the road into West Virginia. Legs to the 
neck, an ass made for bouncing on bedsprings, a face 
that still looked like a cover model even after a day 
of frying greasy burgers. She had everything that men 
thought they wanted in a woman. Belinda made Chloë 
feel like a '71 VW Beetle parked next to a Coupe 
DeVille. Even guys who could _never_ get their dicks 
into her fucked Belinda raw with their eyes.

Dwayne Murphy would take one look at Belinda and cum in 
his pants, and that would be the last that Chloë ever 
saw of him, unless she was able to sneak a peek at 
Dwayne fucking her big sister sometime!

Life was a son of a bitch, no matter how you looked at 
it. Right now Chloë was looking at life through her 
big sister's pussy hairs, however, and despite the funk 
she was in, life didn't look so bad at all. It had a 
rather pink complexion, and it tasted like warmed-up 
honey that had had a clam steeped in it for a short 
time. She pulled her sister's cunt open and thrust her 
tongue up into the sticky hot hole.

"Eat me, squirt," Belinda giggled, delighting -- as she 
always did -- in forcing her snatch upon Chloë. Not 
that Chloë was fighting it. She really didn't have to 
be forced, once she got her tongue into the yummy pit 
of her sister's pussy. In fact, the tangy sweetness of 
the cunt almost made up for the fact that she was bound 
to lose her newfound Dwayne to her sexy big sister.

The older girl leaned forward, shoving twat into her 
kid sister's face. Chloë was drowning in pussy 
sweetness, but she didn't mind. She held the flaps 
open and she fucked her tongue in and out, bringing it 
up from time to time so she could lap the tingly 
throbbing clit as well. 

Belinda always went crazy when her clitoris was sucked, 
and this time was no exception at all, man! Chloë kept 
her tongue busy on it and she could feel the come-fever 
bubbling out from her sister's depths. 

She reached up, filling her hands with Belinda's spongy 
tits. They were so big and sexy! She'd kill for a rack 
like her older sister's! 

Her palms squeezed down, mashing the hard nipples into 
the dough-soft flesh beneath, then feeling the nips 
spring back up, hard and hot and pointy. She twisted 
her wrists, as if she were turning the dial on a radio, 
and the tits throbbed inside her hands, urging 
themselves forward with passion and heat. 

Belinda fucked down, smashing her cunt against Chloë's 
face. She squirmed, and her pussy labes spread, 
enveloping her sister in the sticky wet pinkness. 
Chloë moaned and kept on sucking cunt, her hands 
becoming very aggressive all over Belinda's body.

The older sister lifted her leg and turned around. 
Chloë had only a moment when her face was not covered 
by snatch. She took advantage of the chance to 
breathe, and then she thrust her face back up into 
Belinda, still sucking, still moaning, her tongue just 
as nasty as ever.

Belinda leaned forward, her own face moving into 
Chloë's cunt. She went into the pussy upside down, the 
blood rushing to her head as she began to slurp and 
lick the tight young twat whose funky, sex-permeated 
aroma drifted up into her nostrils.

Chloë, meanwhile, was still holding the panties out of 
the way and she was eating her sister's snatch. She 
gasped as she sucked, her mouth full of the ever more 
thrilling taste. Her tongue licked in and out, 
stimulating a clit that really didn't need any more 
help. She covered it with her lips and sucked, as if 
she meant to siphon the honeycum out of Belinda.

Her tongue couldn't help moving upward, too. She 
spread her sister's buttocks, dilating and exposing the 
tiny little butthole, and it was definitely time for a 
rimjob! Chloë stuck out her tongue and licked Belinda 
where she shit. Belinda squealed at the nasty 
penetration, but she didn't take her ass out of 
tongue's reach, and Chloë knew that was encouragement 
and then some! Just like always with her hot bitch big 
sister!

Belinda slurped downward too, adorning Chloë's hot 
little ass with her tongue. But that wasn't enough for 
the bitch. After she'd done licking, she replaced her 
tongue with her finger and she thrust it straight into 
Chloë without even asking.

Chloë screamed aloud. Jesus, she hoped Mom hadn't 
gotten home yet! It would be embarrassing as hell to 
be compelled to explain to your mother just why you had 
3 inches of tongue inside your sister's butthole!

Belinda, riding Chloë's face, was the first to climax. 
She always was, the cunt! She pushed her snatch down 
and wiped Chloë's trembling face with her juices. All 
Chloë could do was eat, but Christ, she ate! She 
fucking ate!!!

And then her own body erupted. Not as yummy as the 
come Dwayne Murphy had fucked out of her this 
afternoon, but it was a hot juicy come all the same, 
and Chloë just let it flow -- mostly into her sister's 
gobbling mouth.

Belinda went limp atop Chloë, and the two girls rolled 
into a loving, tit-pressing embrace. Their bodies 
rubbed together, and they squirmed in a frenzy, sharing 
kisses and feels at the same time.

"So," Belinda whispered, running the back of her hand 
across her sister's nearest, stiffest nipple, "what 
about this guy you met today? He sounds really 
interesting..."

Chloë lay there against Belinda, torn between the 
desire to talk and the need to keep her discovery 
secret for as long as she could. The stiffness of her 
sister's hot, lust-hardened nipples against her own 
tits was both torture and tantalization. 

"You better tell me everything, too," Belinda added in 
a soft but unmistakably demanding murmur. "If you 
don't, I'll get Mom's vibrator and fuck your little ass 
raw!"

Chloë sighed. She'd known it would come to this, but 
still she had been hoping in her heart that she might 
somehow be able to keep Dwayne all to herself. Right. 
_Well_, she thought, _if I have to, I have to..._ 

"I saw him from the kitchen window," she whispered, 
snuggling up to her big sister's still-jiggly tits. 
"And the moment I saw him I knew I wanted to fuck him, 
so..."


CHAPTER 3

Joanna Murphy knew it was silly, but the mere fact that 
someone else, a stranger, was in her house made it 
almost impossible for the woman to close her eyes and 
go to sleep. Even though it wasn't a stranger. It was 
Dwayne, her brother's only son. But she had lived 
alone for a long time, and the alien presence was 
almost tactile in the air.

She got out of bed, slipping into her robe. Maybe she 
should have a cup of warm milk. In another day or two 
she'd be accustomed to Dwayne's presence, she was sure.

His door was ajar, thin light shining like a blade out 
into the dark hallway. Joanna stopped a moment by the 
door. If he was awake, maybe she'd invite him to join 
her. They hadn't talked very much yet. He'd arrived 
this morning, just as she was leaving for work. She 
knew more or less what kind of trouble he was in at 
home, and she had avoided the subject, but maybe they 
should get it out into the open and discuss it.

Or maybe not. There was something about the boy's eyes 
that made Jo feel uneasy. He had a way of looking at a 
woman that made you feel as if he was stripping you 
bare -- not just your clothes, but everything else that 
concealed your soul. Joanna had heard of men like 
that. She strongly suspected she'd feel just that 
response if she was ever lucky enough to meet Paul 
Newman face to face.

There was no getting around the fact that her nephew 
was a strongly virile young man, the kind women 
responded to. Didn't his escapades in Pomeroy prove 
that point? Girls had been falling over Dwayne's feet 
since even before his voice changed, though that 
particular episode went a little further than just 
impressionable young girls. She could almost 
understand, having spent some time with him, and she 
began to wonder if having him stay at her house was 
such a very good idea after all. Not, of course, that 
it was anything that should concern her directly. 
After all, she was his aunt, and twenty years older, 
and she considered herself pretty immune to men -- even 
the charismatic ones.

Joanna looked around the edge of the door. Dwayne was 
lying on his bed, headphones strapped to his ears. He 
was naked except for his shorts. They were tight, 
bikini-style, and Jesus! did they ever hug and 
accentuate his crotch! Joanna's eyes seemed to flit 
immediately to that bulging presence, a big lumpy wad 
of cock and balls, stretching the tight fabric of his 
underpants.

She had changed his diapers when he was a baby. He'd 
grown a lot since then.

Dwayne was a strapping boy -- no, a young man, she 
reminded herself; after all, he was eighteen now. He 
wasn't particularly tall, but his build was quite good 
and he gave the impression of size, even lying on his 
back. His shoulders were broad, his chest smooth and 
tan, his waist narrow, his legs long and firm-muscled. 
He had his eyes closed as he listened to his music, and 
he tapped his hands rhythmically on his smooth flat 
tummy. She couldn't hear the music, but she could hear 
the soft pat of his palms.

For a moment she considered calling to him, but she 
wasn't sure he'd hear her, over the headphones. She 
watched a moment longer, saw one of his hands slide 
lazily downward. It rested lightly atop his prick 
bulge, and Joanna's heart gave a disturbing flutter. 
Her own palm began to itch and she wasn't sure why.

Dwayne's hand moved, the fingers stretching out, then 
clenching, around his cock lump. He squeezed himself, 
his eyes still closed, his lips moving soundlessly as 
if he were synching with the music in his ears. Joanna 
watched, totally fascinated, as her nephew began to 
flex his cock and balls.

He yawned and stood up, the radio in one hand, the 
other hand still clutching his cock. Joanna shrank 
back, hiding around the edge of the doorframe. God, 
had he seen her? She was blushing already, terribly 
ashamed of herself for snooping on Dwayne, but at the 
same time she found herself hoping that she might sneak 
at least one more peek.

She glanced around the edge of the door. He was turned 
away, facing the bedroom window, and he was starting to 
dance a little, on his feet, moving with the music that 
filled his ears. He put the radio under his arm and 
Joanna saw both his hands go to his front. She gulped, 
knowing what he was up to and -- oh, God! -- wishing 
she could see, just a little!

The back of his shorts slipped slightly, baring the 
upper edge of Dwayne's asscrack. He swayed to the 
side, just enough for Joanna to see that his dick was 
flipped over the upper end of his partly-lowered 
shorts. It bounced up and down as his hands stroked 
it. Even soft, Joanna's nephew had some piece of meat!

She reached inside her robe, touching the quivery 
mounds of her tits. Through the thinness of the 
sleep-T she wore, Joanna's nipples were pulsatingly 
erect. Their stiffness collided with her finger, and a 
ping! shot through her boobs, resonating through the 
rest of her body like the shockwaves of an earthquake. 

There was a sudden frigid coldness at the back of her 
head, as if her mind had been frozen numb. But, oh, 
Christ, the rest of Joanna Murphy was sizzling hot!

She squeezed forcefully at her tit. It pushed into her 
clutching hand, the nipple hard and hot in her trembly 
palm. She pressed down, squishing the button-like nip 
down into her spongy-soft tit, feeling it rise up 
again, irrepressible in its arousal.

Her robe was hanging open now. She'd forgotten 
completely about the warm milk for which she'd left her 
bed. Her hands were upon her body, and her eyes were 
glued to the sight of her handsome, virile young 
nephew -- God, she thought, is he _ever_ virile! -- as 
he stood by the bed, obviously masturbating his cock.

His shorts moved a little lower, baring his tight small 
ass almost completely now. Joanna gulped at the sight. 
She'd always had a weakness for guys with really cute 
asses. Those guys rarely had much weakness for her, 
sure, but she often watched and she could always dream, 
right?

She lifted the tail of her sleep-T and let a hand 
stroke the front of her panties. Her pussyhairs seemed 
to crackle, as if they were full of static electricity. 
She was sure she could feel sparks. Her thighs ached, 
as if she'd been riding a bike for hours. As she began 
to caress her cunt through the panties, she found 
herself moving up and down in a gentle but insistent 
rhythm.

A floorboard creaked softly beneath her, and she froze. 
Dwayne didn't turn. Oh, shit, he was still plugged 
into his Walkman! He hadn't heard! Her fingers moved 
back into action, scratching insistently, aggressively, 
across the crotchstrip of her panties, arousing the 
fur-flossed labes within.

She winced a little, pinching at her nipple, but God, 
it felt so fucking good! The nip arched between her 
fingers, quivering, tingling, sending vibrations back 
into the rest of Joanna's body. Her armpits were moist 
with sweat, and there was a wetness inside her panties, 
too, leaking from the excited gash of her twat. As she 
stroked down there, she could feel her clit coming to 
life, and she frigged at it, panting when the feelings 
got too intense to ignore.

Dwayne, innocent in what he thought was his privacy, 
turned halfway around, and Joanna gasped, so loud she 
was sure he must have heard her despite the radio 
headphones clamped to his ears. His dick was sticking 
out, big and long and hard. Oh, God, she thought, he's 
no boy! He's no goddamn boy!!!

Her eyes misted over. She blinked hard, unwilling to 
miss anything. Dwayne was fisting his cock now, 
stroking it lazily but firmly, his hand moving up and 
down the shaft from knob to nuts. He had a big knob, 
and she could see enough of his nuts to know that they 
were no pikers either. They hung over the lowered top 
of his shorts, bouncing slightly as his hand worked his 
prick.

Joanna's own hand was inside her panties now. She 
couldn't believe that she was actually masturbating 
herself while she watched her nephew play with his 
peter. But the heat that shimmered from her turned-on 
gash, bathing her exploratory finger in a steamy mist 
of arousal, told her that it was true. 

She wetted her finger in her pussy trench, smeared the 
warm juice across the budding tip of her clit, pushing 
it like a button and moaning delicately, fearfully, in 
her response. It felt so good she wanted to scream, 
but she didn't dare make a bit more noise than was 
absolutely necessary. She couldn't allow Dwayne to 
find out she was spying!

But he was wrapped up in himself now, she could tell, 
even through her filmy eyes, her shimmering vision. He 
stood by his mirror, watching himself as he whacked 
off. His eyes were fixed on the glass that reflected 
him. Obviously the sight turned him on, as it did 
Joanna.

He began to sway more responsively to the music, and 
even though she couldn't hear it, the rhythm spread to 
Joanna as well. She pushed a finger into her cunt, 
shoving it deep, stirring it round and round, feeling 
the piss-like flow of moisture down her digit and into 
the hollow of her clutching hand. Her pussy was tight 
and wet and hot inside. 

I don't do things like this! Joanna told herself in 
shock, but she couldn't stop. She'd already pulled her 
sleep-T up to bare her tits, and she was leaned 
forward, her tongue lapping at the nipples as her hand 
lifted them toward her mouth. Her tongue was like a 
hot wire scraping her skin. 

Her other hand was busy as hell in her pussy, fucking 
in and out, stopping momentarily to send a little more 
delicious stimulation to the throbbing tip of her 
pearl-pink clitoris. She squeezed at her wet patch of 
cunt fur and moaned again, a growly sound from deep in 
her belly. Dwayne paused in his whacking-off, at 
almost the same moment, and Joanna felt as if she were 
going to shit where she stood. 

His hand dropped off his rigid dick and his head turned 
to one side. At least he wasn't looking toward the 
door. 

Joanna hesitated, her tits heaving and bare, her finger 
crammed up her wet tight cunt. Dwayne's body followed 
the direction of his head and he walked lazily toward 
the window. The curtain was drawn on the lower part of 
the glass, but the upper end was uncovered. Joanna 
watched as her nephew peered out the window.

"Damn," she heard him say aloud. "Not fucking bad at 
all..."

What was he looking at? His window faced the Parsons 
house, next door. Joanna thought a moment. Oh, shit, 
she said silently. Letting her sleep-T drop, she 
tiptoed into the bathroom, which lay between her 
bedroom and Dwayne's. She went to the window and 
peeked out, and her jaw dropped.

Belinda Parsons was undressing in her bedroom, the 
light on, the window open. The nasty little slut! 
Joanna thought. Look at her!

Her teenage blonde neighbor had apparently just come in 
from a date. She was a little more dressed-up than 
usual, and Joanna had to admit that it looked good on 
her. Belinda unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of 
it. She wore lacy white panties, pale stockings, and a 
white garter belt underneath. Hooker underwear, Joanna 
thought. What was getting into teenaged girls these 
days, anyway?

Belinda pulled her top upward. Under it she wore a 
little camisole. Her full, fluffy-looking tits made 
prominent bulges under the lacy garment. Joanna's 
eyesight was 20-20. She could even see the bullet-like 
bulge of Belinda's nipples punching out the front of 
the camisole. 

It was undone down the front, and as the girl leaned 
forward, one fully-tanned tit, capped in a big pink 
nipple. Belinda tossed back her blonde hair and 
straightened up to her full five-eight, tit still 
sticking out. She slid her hand over it, then opened 
the camisole the rest of the way, exposing both tits to 
the open window at which she stood.

A moment later she took off the camisole, tossing it 
over her shoulder. She turned around, stroking her 
full, lush hips, then hooked her thumbs in her panties 
and slid them downward. She stepped out of them and 
remained a moment, back to the window, before she 
turned. 

Joanna couldn't restrain a soft "Whew!" at the sight of 
her teen neighbor, almost totally nude. Belinda had a 
great body. I would have killed for a body like that 
when I was her age, Joanna thought enviously. The girl 
stood languidly, as if she were unaware of how good she 
looked. But that was silly. No one could look like 
Belinda Parsons and not know it.

She walked around the room in her garters, stockings, 
and high heels, prancing like a stripper, as if she 
were fully aware that she was being spied upon from the 
house next door. Joanna shivered, imagining what her 
nephew was doing as he stared at Belinda. She could 
see that hard cock of Dwayne's, pulsing in his hand. 
Yes, he was jerking it now, she knew, stroking his meat 
as he watched Belinda. No normal eighteen-year-old boy 
could look at something like Belinda Parsons and keep 
his fucking dick under any kind of control!

Joanna had never before really considered how sexually 
provocative Thalia Parsons's daughter was. Seeing her 
now, parading around like that, Belinda looked like a 
porno starlet. She was one sexy little number! But she 
wasn't little at all, not with her height, her big 
bouncing C-cup tits, her swelling ass, her long sinuous 
legs. 

Joanna shook her head and turned away. She was 
starting to have some very uncomfortable thoughts and 
she didn't want to have them. She tiptoed out of the 
bathroom and back into the hallway, down to Dwayne's 
partly-open door. She peeked around the edge and she 
saw exactly what she'd known she would see. 

Dwayne was hanging onto the window with one hand, and 
holding his cock in the other. His panting was loud 
and unmistakable as he stroked his meat, and his eyes 
were fixed upon the free show from the house next door. 

"Goddamn," Joanna heard him sighing, "oh, goddamn! I 
think I'm gonna like it here in Albany!"

His voice was audible. Probably he was speaking louder 
than he intended, because the headphones were still 
plugged to his ears. Joanna went back up the hallway, 
into her own bedroom. She dropped her robe and she lay 
down on the bed in her sleep-T and panties. 

She tossed for a moment, and then she sat up, pulling 
the T upward and off. She cupped her tingly-nippled 
tits, leaning down to kiss the brown gumdrop buds. Her 
thighs squeezed together against the yearning bun of 
her cunt. Her snatch ached so deliciously, and she 
knew she had to do something about it. 

Well, Dwayne was occupied, and the music in his 
headphones would probably mask the noise. With a sigh, 
Joanna opened her nightstand drawer and took out the 
vibrator. 

"Looks like it's me and you again tonight," she told 
the cool plastic tube, pressing it against her lips for 
a soulful, sad kiss. Her thumb flipped the switch to 
"on" and she lay back, legs open, pussy waiting for the 
humming battery-driven caress.


CHAPTER 4

Dwayne Murphy smiled. It came so fucking easy to him. 
He knew he wasn't the smartest guy around, and surely 
he wasn't the best-looking dude in the world either, 
but when he was with a woman -- any woman -- he was on 
his home turf and he was carrying the ball. Every 
time. Every goddamn time.

Take this lady, for example. All he had to do was 
smile, and she looked at him as if Tom Selleck had just 
called for a date. Looking back into her bright blue 
eyes, he knew that if he wanted it, he could have her 
panties off and his dick up her snatch in a minute. It 
never failed. 

It was his second day in Albany, and his first day on 
the job. Aunt Jo had gotten him summer work here at the 
university, for which he was really grateful. He could 
use the money, and anything that got him out of Pomeroy 
was an advantage. He couldn't believe how dumb he'd 
been, but, Christ, what could a guy do, after all? 

Did you tell them "No, I don't want it"? When it was 
there, spread out on the table and ready to be eaten. 
Too goddamn bad he hadn't eaten a little more of it and 
fucked a little less of it, but there was no use crying 
over spilt cum, right?

"Now, this is important," the lady was telling him, but 
he wasn't really listening. He was studying the curve 
of her tits under the rather thin summery blouse she 
was wearing. She had nice tits. 

A little small, sure, but they looked like perfect 
little apples when she moved just so, and the fabric of 
her shirt clung to the rounded shapes. He could see 
the lace of her bra, outlined under the blouse, showing 
through when she turned slightly toward the light. 

She went on talking about the complexities of sorting 
and routing the huge amounts of incoming and outgoing 
mail, but Dwayne wasn't really listening. Fuck, he 
thought, anybody could handle mail! If there was a 
problem that common sense couldn't solve, he'd just 
wing it. He always came through when he winged it. He 
eyed Thalia, appraising her compact but firm-looking 
body.

She was at least thirty-eight, he figured, but that 
wasn't important. Older broads were usually the best 
fucks of all. They had been around the track a few 
times and knew all the nastiest tricks.  

Like, Robin had been a dynamite screw, but she'd been 
cherry till she was seventeen and everything she knew 
she'd learned from Dwayne. Sticking his dick in her 
had been like fucking a mousetrap -- a wet hot 
mousetrap -- but she had never gotten the knack of 
sucking his tool. He'd tried often enough to teach 
her! 

Robin's mom, on the other hand, could gobble peter like 
a wolf in heat. And when he'd suggested that it might 
be fun to try something a little different, Mindy had 
rolled over and pulled her asscheeks open, so that her 
little brown shitter winked at him like a Saturday 
night slut, and she'd told him, "I thought you'd never 
ask, baby! Why don't you put that sweet tool of yours 
straight up my goddamn asshole???"

Looking at Thalia now, Dwayne wondered if she'd ever 
taken it up the ass. As she walked around the 
vault-like room there was a swing to her butt that 
suggested to Dwayne this lady might possibly be 
amenable to the idea. Surely it had happened to her 
somewhere along the line, right?

She was small and blonde, pretty good-looking, with the 
promise of a nice compact body under her clothes. She 
kept looking back at Dwayne, and he kept smiling in his 
natural way, and he could feel her melting a little 
with each smile. He followed her into the adjoining 
copy room.  

"The toner," she told him, "is in the cabinet here. 
You have to check the level at least once a day. These 
machines get a heavy workout. Oh, would you come here, 
a sec? I can't quite reach it..."    

She pointed up to a door in the cabinet, about four 
inches higher than her arm could stretch. Dwayne 
brushed against her as he reached up and opened the 
door. He felt the pressure of her tit, touching his 
arm, and he looked down at Thalia, smiling. Her tit 
was very firm and round against him, and the flutter in 
her eyes as he looked at her told Dwayne all he wanted 
to know.

Thalia backed up against the xerox machine. She was 
breathing a little heavily. Aunt Jo had turned him 
over to her when she brought him to work today. 
"Thalia will show you the ropes," she'd said, before 
going off to her own station. Did she really mean 
that? Dwayne decided to find out. 

He'd had a nice little get-acquainted fuck yesterday 
afternoon, with that cute crazy blonde nymphet from 
next door. She could screw like a house on fire, sure, 
but she was just a kid and not half as hot as she 
thought she was. Still, her tight wet hole was a nice 
place to soak a stiff dick, and he was pretty damn sure 
he'd be fucking her again, soon. He had no doubt he'd 
made a good impression on Chloë.

Last night he'd gotten a flash of another delicious 
blonde who must have been Chloë's older sister, and he 
was determined to make the acquaintance of the yummy 
number who'd done that sexy strip while he beat his 
meat in appreciation. But it was ten a.m., and he 
wouldn't be finished here at the U till five. Plenty of 
time to take the edge off his hornies, right?

He moved against Thalia where she stood, brushing her 
with his body. He felt her shiver slightly. Older 
women usually did that, when a younger guy was making a 
play. As if they were a little unwilling, sure, but 
not a turn-off by any means. 

He looked down at her, and she glanced away, but her 
eyes came back to meet his, and he knew he was going to 
get it, if he wanted it. He took another look, up and 
down Thalia, and he decided that he wanted it.

"I really appreciate your helping me out," he said, his 
hands coming naturally to rest on her slim waist. He 
touched her hipbones. 

She felt very firm for a woman her age. She hadn't 
gone to flab at all. He squeezed down and eased his 
body against hers, brushing her with his basket for 
only a moment. But in that moment she felt the power 
of his dick, and he saw her eyes open in surprise.

Dwayne took the edge she'd given him, and he pressed 
inward, stroking her again while he held her hips and 
waist. She was breathing harder, and her tits lifted 
and fell beneath the front of her shirt. The edge of 
her tie lay atop one rounded, curvy tit, and it moved 
up and down. His eyes followed the motion.

"What do you think you're doing, young man?" she asked 
in a thin breathless voice. "If you touch me, I'll 
scream..."

"There's nobody else on the floor," Dwayne whispered. 
He leaned in, nuzzled her cheek, pushing back the 
blonde hair to get at her earlobe with his lips.

"Please," Thalia whispered back, urgency vibrating in 
her voice, "I don't want to do this. I'm a respectable 
woman. I'm a mother. I've been a widow for four 
years."

"Then you're probably overdue for it," Dwayne smirked, 
grinding his crotch against Thalia. His dick was 
already half-erect inside his jeans, and the denim had 
begun to stretch as the meat pushed it outward. He 
moved himself up and down, giving her a full-length 
feel of what he had.

She drew back her hand and slapped him, hard, across 
the face. His head jerked, and he caught her wrist. 
Bending it back until she opened her mouth in choking 
protest, Dwayne rammed his lips onto Thalia's, fucking 
her mouth immediately with his thirsty tongue.

"Uhhhh ... " she gasped, and then her body went soft 
under his and she put her arms around his neck, pulling 
his face down tighter, closer. Her saliva began to 
flow into Dwayne's mouth and her tongue played back 
against his, duelling, teasing. She opened her legs 
and he moved into the fork of her body, shoving his 
ever-hardening prick insistently against Thalia's 
pussy.

They dry-humped for what seemed an eternity, there by 
the xerox machine. He could sense the hesitancy in 
her, and he used his mouth and hands knowingly, warming 
her up step by step. He opened her blouse and reached 
inside, cupping the small firm tits. 

She wasn't wearing a bra, just a smooth satiny slip. 
It did nothing to contain the growing heat of her tits 
as he squeezed and massaged them. The nipples hardened 
in the hollow of his palms. Her thighs enfolded him, 
began to flex around his legs, her cuntal region 
grinding provocatively against his jeans-bursting dick.

He kissed his way down her neck, pulling the blouse 
free of her shoulders as he did so. Her slip was 
deeply veed in front, and his mouth moved down onto the 
exposed inner cleavage of Thalia's small round tits. 

"Oh, you shouldn't be doing this..." she said, running 
her fingers through his hair, guiding his face lower 
and lower into the vee of her slip.

He slid her shoulder straps down, and the garment fell, 
baring her boobs to his eyes and mouth. They were 
perfect, man! Apples of amazing rondure, firmness, 
capped by tiny but totally stiff pink nipple points. 
Like pale cherries set atop a scoop of vanilla ice 
cream. 

Dwayne licked his finger and stroked one of the 
nipples, feeling Thalia's body quiver in response. He 
squeezed, and she lifted upward, a long low sigh oozing 
from her lips. He turned his face to the other tit and 
let his tongue graze teasingly across the pink point.

His mouth opened, and he sucked her tit inside, feeding 
on her as if he were a nursing baby. The longer he 
sucked, the more vigorously he sucked, tweaking the 
nipple with his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. 

His teeth gnawed gently into the firm cone of Thalia's 
titty. Its hungry nipple throbbed against his lapping 
tongue. The other nipple, still squeezed between his 
fingers, lengthened responsively, the flesh heating, 
heating, heating... 

He leaned back, licking his lips as he smiled up at the 
older woman. Yeah, he thought, they're all the same. 
He really liked that about women.

Thalia stood there, bare to the waist now, her slip 
fallen and her tits heaving as she stared down at 
Dwayne. "What the hell am I doing?" she asked, 
dazedly, as she worked the slip down over her hips and 
let it slide down her legs.

Under the slip she was wearing panties and pantyhose. 
Dwayne didn't really like pantyhose, unless the lady 
was bare under them. He thought of the hot teenager 
he'd watched last night, and the sexy garters and 
stockings she'd worn as she paraded, otherwise totally 
nude, around her bedroom, and his dick got a little 
harder, if that was possible.

He was already so hard he felt as if his pants would 
burst or his cock would shatter in about two more 
seconds. He stood up, reaching for his belt, his 
zipper.

"We've got to hurry," Thalia murmured, stroking his 
chest, leaning in to kiss him on the nipple. "Someone 
could walk in on us any moment."

"That makes it all the more exciting," Dwayne smiled. 
He lowered his pants and shorts, freeing his cock. 
Thalia gasped at the sight of his tool, thrusting 
forward in full erection.

She took hold of his prick, her fist folding around it. 
Looking up into his eyes, she began to stroke him. He 
was pulsating rapidly, and she could feel it bubbling 
through the length of his cock. 

"This is insane," Thalia said. "Totally insane..." 
But she didn't let go. Her hand got tighter. 
Possessive. She offered her mouth for another kiss. 

 Dwayne pulled her to him, his hands sliding down her 
back to yank down her pantyhose and panties. He cupped 
the bare cheeks of her ass and squeezed, his fingers 
moving into her crack. Her pussyhair was silky to the 
touch, and the lips of her cunt were already protruding 
with interest, their flaps moist from her excitement.

He knelt before Thalia, pulling her underwear the rest 
of the way down, to her ankles. She kicked off her 
shoes and he stripped her bare. He held her by the 
waist, still on his knees, and he started to lick her 
thighs, her tummy. 

She leaned back, her legs open, and his face moved into 
her crotch. There was an unmistakably sexy smell 
coming from her cunt, and it made Dwayne's tongue 
tingle in anticipation.

He sat her on the edge of the xerox machine, and he 
lapped her pussy until her clit was sticking out, big 
and hard. He kissed the juicy button over and over, 
his fingers busy on Thalia's crack. The lips opened to 
receive him, and he thrust into her. 

She wasn't as tight as a teenager, but every inch of 
her cunt was throbbing with life and arousal. He 
straightened out his finger, fucked it in and out of 
her, while he kept on sucking her clit. The button grew 
within his lips and her heat dried the drool on his 
tongue. But only for a moment.

"Ahh ... ahhhhh ... " Thalia moaned, her legs lifting 
and falling around Dwayne's shoulders. His fingers 
came out of her and his tongue went in. He licked her 
inside out.

She came all over his tongue while he used his pussywet 
fingers to frig her throbbing clit. He tasted the 
juicy funk of her cum, bubbling through her snatch, and 
he tongue-whipped her, thirsty for more. He got it.

"Oh, God," he heard her sob, and he raised his face 
from her cunt. He stood up, and pulled her forward. 
Her legs enfolded him, his dick rapping against her 
belly, while he kissed the pussyjuices onto her 
trembling lips. 

She lapped her flavor from his mouth, giggling like a 
schoolgirl who'd just discovered how much fun it was to 
be naughty. Something in the giggle reminded him of 
that nutty little Chloë he'd fucked yesterday. Maybe 
Chloë would grow up into a piece like Thalia, one of 
these tomorrows. She had the potential.

He stepped back and she leaned further down. His cock 
was standing up straight and hard as a crowbar, but a 
hell of a lot bigger. 

Thalia took it in both hands. She closed her eyes 
dreamily and rubbed his dick all over her tits, her 
face. Pursing her lips, she blew warm moist breath 
across the hard throbbing rod, and then she pressed a 
kiss onto the knob -- a soft, wet, murmuring kiss. The 
vibration of her lips made his tool get harder still.

She lapped his meat, gingerly at first but with a 
growing excitement as she tasted the horny eagerness of 
his flesh. Her lips ovaled, and she slipped the end of 
Dwayne's dick onto her tongue, squeezing it with her 
red mouth, leaving little smears of lipstick on him. 

She sucked daintily but effectively. Her mouth was 
knowing, her tongue sophisticated. She'd done this 
before, and she enjoyed doing it. Yeah, Dwayne 
thought, it's always the older broads that really know 
how to eat a peter.

Her sucking got more aggressive.  She gagged a little, 
not used to the size he was feeding her, but she got 
acclimatized fast, and he fucked deeper into her mouth. 

As she ate him, he had his hand busy in her crack, 
tickling her pussy, her clitoris, sometimes spearing 
into her for a little additional stimulation -- for 
him, as well as for Thalia. The feel of her livewire 
cunt snapping and crackling around his inserted finger 
was nothing but turnon, man!

But it wasn't a blowjob he wanted. The feel of that 
pussy was making his balls balloon with lust, and he 
thought he might die if he didn't get his cock into the 
hole he'd already sucked off. He screwed his finger 
into her, again and again, while the juice just 
squished out of Thalia and her pussy muscles went hog 
fucking wild around him.

He pulled Thalia's head upward, her leechlike mouth 
reluctant to leave his cock until it was forced. Her 
lips slid off him with a smack. Drool ran down her 
chin, and she licked the rim of her mouth, a luscious 
twinkle gleaming in her blue eyes.

"You're terrible," she said. "I have half a mind to 
tell your Aunt Joanna how bad you are." And she smiled 
in a very nasty way. The shine of her teeth made 
Dwayne's dick ache with the need to fuck her goddamn 
brains out!

"Do you?" he asked, easing her down onto her back. She 
drew her knees upward, spreading automatically, and the 
wet whiskers of her cunt could not hide the open red 
glimmer of the aroused crack that split Thalia.

He put the knob of his prick against her half-open 
slice and he pushed, his meat easily entering her 
sex-loose pussy. She was greasy-wet inside, and he 
fucked deep and true on the first stroke, burying his 
bone totally inside Thalia. He hit the bottom of her 
cunt chute, and ground his belly against her fuzzy bun. 
He lifted her feet into the air and wrapped his arms 
around her legs.

Thalia stiffened, pressuring back against his 
fuckstrokes, and Dwayne began to ram her, again and 
again. "Deep," she gasped, "mmm, baby, deep and hard 
and strong! Fuck me like a man, and I'll take it like 
a woman..."

She was playing with her tits while he fucked her. Her 
fingers were savage on the nipples, pulling them almost 
an inch long and twisting the pink points almost 
viciously. She moaned and squealed. The only other 
sounds were Dwayne's grunting pants and the soft muted 
thwack of his crotch ramming onto Thalia's when he 
filled her afresh with his aroused dick.

He stroked her legs while he fucked her pussy. He 
could feel the excitement ripple through her muscles. 
Her legs were long, for her size, and sinuous, though 
not wiry like a jogger's. Her pussy was deep, almost 
bottomless, and it sucked his cock ravenously, pulling 
him all the way into her and clenching like a vise 
around his swollen log of lust. He moaned a little, 
loving the squeeze of her twat on his prick, and he 
began to fuck harder, faster too.

"Yes, yes, oh, Christ, yes," she whined, reaching down 
to frig her clit as he pricked in and out of her hole. 
"Just like that, you dirty young fucker! I'm almost 
old enough to be your mother, and you're fucking me..."

He sure was! Oh, damn, Dwayne thought, it was gonna be 
great living here in Albany! He might never go home to 
Pomeroy, not even when the coast was clear!

His nuts groaned with the load of his boiling cum. He 
rammed harder, her snatch widening to accept the thrust 
of his bloated cock. Her pussy gaped, and he shoved. 
His belly ground into Thalia's crotch, and he felt as 
if his balls were being sucked into her hole along with 
the full throbbing length of his aroused dick. 

She was still flogging her clit, and it was obvious 
that Thalia was about to pop again. Dwayne gritted his 
teeth and slamdunked her cunt with a burning passion, a 
driving need to blow his balls wide open. This was 
some hot piece of woman he was dicking. For the first 
time in his eighteen years, Dwayne Murphy found himself 
wondering if he would be able to go the course!

Thalia erupted in orgasm, squealing and flopping, her 
pussy a ferocious mouth around his cock. Nothing 
missing but the teeth! The explosive reaction enfolded 
the boy, and he thrust again, two or three times, then 
stiffened and let his sperm gush into the vortex of 
Thalia's convulsing twat.

"Are you gonna tell Aunt Jo about that, too?" he asked 
later, as he helped her into her clothes. "How I 
fucked you and made you come like a moaning bitch?"

"No way, buster," Thalia smirked. "She might want to 
horn in on it! I think I'm gonna keep you my own 
little secret. And I may be back down after lunch to 
see how you're coming along. Mmm, Dwayne, it looks 
like this could be a very interesting summer..."

She eased the slip down over her head, and Dwayne 
guided it into place. He couldn't resist a patting 
caress of her firm round tits. The nipples were still 
hard. Her face was flushed from sex, and she looked 
ten years younger. Thalia was a hell of an attractive 
lady, he decided, and he was glad he'd fucked her. He 
looked forward to fucking her again.

"Who knows," she went on, "I might even come over to 
Jo's house and throw myself at you sometime."

Dwayne grinned. "Wouldn't she get suspicious?"

"Not really," Thalia said. "I mean, I live next door. 
The house on the right? Didn't she mention that?"

No, Dwayne thought, she hadn't mentioned that at all. 
Christ! Thalia was the neighbor in the next house? 
That meant -- shit! -- she was the mother of that kinky 
little nympho he'd balled yesterday? And the mother of 
that hot number he'd watched last night, too? 

He had a distinct sense of deja vu. Yeah, he thought, 
it could be a _very_ interesting summer... 


CHAPTER 5

Belinda Parsons looked out the window and her blue eyes 
began to sparkle. Jesus! There he was! The guy who 
had fucked her kid sister to a frazzle yesterday. 

This was her first good look at Dwayne and she really 
liked what she saw. She knew he'd watched her last 
night -- she'd been counting on it -- but he'd been in 
the shadows and she hadn't really seen him.

The squirt had gone out to do whatever little airheads 
amused themselves with these days. Mom was going to be 
late -- she was shopping, with Joanna Murphy -- and 
that meant Belinda had a clear field, with at least two 
hours' grace. She took a deep breath, checked her 
makeup in the mirror, and went out onto the front 
porch.

Dwayne was just going up the front steps of Joanna's 
house. Belinda leaned across the banister and said, 
"Hey, dude!" He stopped short, and he smiled. 
Belinda's pussy began to drip into her bikini panties.

***

When she invited him into the house, they both knew 
what she was after. Two minutes later they were making 
out on the couch in the living room. Belinda's skirt 
was up to her waist and he had both hands inside her 
blouse, massaging the big juicy mounds of her tits.

"I like a girl who knows what she wants," he purred 
into her mouth, between moist pecking kisses. His 
fingers stroked the risen pink points of her nipples, 
and the buds quivered responsively. Shit, _all_ of 
Belinda was quivering!

She couldn't get over it. Everything the squirt had 
said was true, for Christ's sake! This guy wasn't all 
that great-looking, and at five-nine, he was barely an 
inch taller than Belinda. She'd be embarrassed to go 
out with him if she were in her spike heels. But there 
was something in his eyes that said "I know how to 
touch you where you live, baby," And when he put his 
hands on her tits, oh, shit, he was touching her 
_exactly_ where she lived!

No wonder he'd gotten the squirt into the sack in five 
minutes. But then, almost anybody could get Chloë's 
pants off. Belinda herself could do it with the crook 
of a finger.

She reached down into Dwayne's lap and felt the bulging 
presence of his tool. "Mmmm, baby," she slobbered into 
his ear, "I think you have something I need down 
there..."

She stood up, dancing just out of his reach, giggling, 
ready to peel. She loved to take her clothes off in 
front of a guy, to see the facial reactions as her 
delicious body went on display. Dwayne had already seen 
her last night -- they'd shared that secret coming 
through the front door -- but it was from a distance. 
Now he was gonna get the full treatment. In throbbing 
closeup. 

She'd finished work at Regal early, bribing another 
girl to fill out her shift, so at least she wasn't 
wearing the dipshit jump suit required on the job. She 
was in a sexy blouse, sheer enough to show off her 
underwear, and a mini that flattered her mile-long 
legs. From the look on Dwayne's face, she was sure he 
approved.

Still dancing, she wriggled out of the skirt, dropping 
it down her legs and kicking her feet free. She took 
off her blouse, too, and she smoothed her hands across 
the bulge of her tits, swinging free and loose beneath 
a lacy mini-slip. Dwayne had already felt her up, but 
he hadn't seen her boobs bare yet -- at least, not 
close-up. She decided to make him wait just a little 
longer.

She turned around, flipping up the slip and wiggling 
her ass at him. Her panties were tiny, barely covering 
her asscrack, and they were so sheer he could have seen 
a pimple on her butt, if a pimple had been brave enough 
to sprout on those round ripe globes of delight. 

She stroked her asscheeks, then reached underneath 
herself and let her fingers walk through the crotch of 
her panties. Straightening, Belinda turned, holding the 
slip up just long enough for Dwayne to see the dull 
gold of her pussyhair showing through the front of her 
filmy underpants. She let the slip drop back down and 
she danced away from him, to the far side of the room.

She leaned back against the wall, by the tv, and she 
swayed, her eyes closed, her mind already anticipating 
what was going to happen. She couldn't get over this 
guy. There was just something about him that made her 
cunt purr with excitement, that made her ovaries hum 
with the knowledge she was going to fuck him deaf, 
dumb, and blind.

Belinda reached up, under the slip, and she eased her 
panties downward. The hem of the slip kept her pussy 
more or less under wraps, for the moment. His eyes 
were eating her. She hoped his mouth had the same 
intention.

He was on the sofa, watching her, nodding in approval. 
He already had his cock out of his pants. It protruded 
upward, stiff and impressive. She wasn't a size queen, 
but she knew he had a big one, probably the biggest 
she'd ever seen in the flesh, and her mouth began to 
water. 

Chloë had described it as a pink zucchini. It wasn't 
_that_ big, but it was large, and it was hard, and it 
wanted Belinda as much as she wanted it. And she 
wanted it soooo bad!

She flipped her slip upward, flashing him with her 
pussy for a brief moment. His brown eyes sparkled, and 
he licked his lips. She dropped the slip again and 
turned, easing a strap down over one shoulder. When 
she rotated toward Dwayne again, one tit was bare.

She bounced it in her hand, pointed the nipple at him. 
She squeezed the big pink berry and said "Bang!" 

He stood up, his dick extended eight or nine inches 
from his loosened jeans. Belinda lowered her other 
shoulder strap, baring her left tit. Dwayne came 
toward her, following the lead of his prick. 

Belinda wiggled away from him. She wanted it, but she 
didn't want him to think she was @U(really) easy. Let 
him work a few moments longer. He'd appreciate it that 
much more.

"Chloë tells me you're working at the U," she said. 
"How do you like it there?"

"It's not bad. Why don't you come a little closer and 
I'll show you what I did on the job today?"

"I'm sure!" Belinda giggled. "Like, do they have a 
fuck break now, along with the coffee breaks?" But he 
got her by the waist and pulled her to him, and she 
knew it was time to stop playing and start fucking.

She stood still while he pulled her slip upward, off 
her body, and she stood naked in front of him, wearing 
only her thigh-top stockings. His hands moved up and 
down her body, testing the contours of her tits, the 
firm smoothness of her belly, the swelling voluptuous 
curvature of her hips. 

He reversed his hand and rubbed it up and down the 
bunlike swell of her pussy, fingers sliding through her 
muff of dull gold hair. Belinda sighed and rubbed 
herself on his hand, her cunt doing a tremulous little 
dance of passion.

"Are all of you Parsons women natural blondes?" he 
asked. Belinda beamed and nodded. His knuckles were 
tickling her gash and she was leaking cunt ooze like a 
cracked pipe.

She put her arms around him and gave him her most 
sensuous kiss. He seemed to like it. Belinda certainly 
did. His tongue tasted a little like pussy, she 
decided, as it moved in and out of her mouth. She 
reached down again and took him by the dick, working 
his hard column of flesh in a firm, well-trained hand. 

"I want to suck your cock," she told him in a soft 
breathy voice. He didn't say no. She hadn't figured he 
would. Guys never said no when a blowjob was in the 
offing.

Belinda opened his shirt and kissed her way down his 
chest. She spent a little time licking his nipples. 
She knew that guys enjoyed it almost as much as girls 
did. His nips hardened beneath her lapping tongue, and 
she bit one of them, just for the pleasure of hearing 
him gasp -- the same way, Belinda noticed, that she 
herself always gasped when a guy began to chow down on 
her titties.

Her mouth moved southward, the hard lance of his cock 
pointing up. A big bubble of pre-cum already oozed 
from his piss-slit, and she thirsted for the taste of 
it.

She moved downward, her tongue gliding lusciously, 
drippingly, over the bulbous crown of Dwayne's peter. 
She covered every inch of his knob with her drool, and 
she lapped up and down the dominant half of his 
fully-impacted dong. Mmm, a sweet-tasting, meaty-hot 
nine-incher, she decided, still licking. 

Belinda was on her knees now, guiding his prick into 
her mouth. She gulped him down, all the way into her 
throat on the first suck. She made moaning sounds 
around his rod, and she hummed and purred and twisted 
her head while she ingested the totality of Dwayne's 
tool. Raising her face, she began to lick his knob 
round and round.

Her hands were pulling his pants further downward so 
she could get at his balls too. She cupped them in a 
fist, squeezing as she gobbled his big bulging 
cockhead. It moved in and out of her mouth in short, 
gulpy swallows, and sometimes she pushed her face all 
the way down till she was kissing his balls and her 
nose was full of cockhairs. She heard him say, "Oh, 
Jesus," and she knew she was on the right track.

More to the point, she was starving for the taste of 
his cum. She sucked harder, siphoning the stuff out of 
him. His balls were working overtime. She felt the 
heat of them, inside her clutching fist, and she flexed 
and clenched just for the pleasure of hearing him gasp 
again and again. 

He thrust up, into her mouth, and she sucked down every 
inch he could give her. She could have taken two or 
three inches more. She would have taken two or three 
inches more if it fucking killed her! Her drool ran 
down his shaft and her tongue lapped his prick as it 
moved in and out of Belinda's hungry mouth.

She took the knob between her lips, trapping it behind 
her front teeth, and she sucked like a leech. Her fist 
encircled the base of Dwayne's dick and she stroked up 
and down, more and more excitedly. 

She kept hitting herself in the mouth with her hand but 
she didn't give a fuck about that. She could feel his 
bulbous knob expanding, enlarging, and she knew he was 
about to fill her mouth with the sticky hot squirt of 
his lust!

"Ahhhhh..." Belinda gasped as his jizz began to pour 
across her lapping tongue. She tightened her fist and 
milked him dry, guzzling down every drop of Dwayne's 
sperm. Her mouth tightened around him, and she sucked 
hard. 

She was full of his squirting jizz, and she gargled it 
down her throat, savoring the rich, viscous porridge as 
it trickled down to her churning tummy. His prick kept 
on quivering, though it was drained, and she sucked 
without letup. He stayed hard. Oh, God, did he ever 
stay hard!

She raised her mouth from his cock. A few strings of 
cum oozed from her lips, dripping down her chin. "Does 
Chloë suck dick that good?" she asked, leering her 
challenge. She didn't expect an answer. She knew the 
squirt couldn't compete with her when it came to 
blowing the stuffings out of a hard cock.

Dwayne sank to his knees and pushed Belinda over onto 
her back. He covered her mouth in a kiss, his tongue 
plunging between her lips. His hard tool banged 
against her belly. His hands ranged up and down her 
long tanned body, exploring every sensuous spot she 
had, locating a couple that she hadn't know were 
sensuous until Dwayne Murphy got his fingers onto them.

He went down on her tits, sucking the nipples harder 
than she had ever thought they could get. His teeth 
gnawed. His hand was on her cunt, spreading the tight 
and tender lips, a finger pushing into the sopping 
depths. 

She moaned at his penetration but she squeezed her 
thighs together and sucked him deep into her hole. 
Belinda writhed, up and down, pulling him in and out, 
fingerfucking herself on his probing digit. Her juices 
drenched him, and she fondled his head while he ate her 
tits. 

Christ, she thought, if he were four inches taller, I'd 
fucking _marry_ the son of a bitch!!!

He kissed down her belly, toward the dull gold shimmer 
of her pussyfur. The hairs were matted and damp with 
her cuntal leakage. He pushed his lips down into them, 
taking out his finger as he began to lick and lap her 
pussy flaps. 

He kept the labes open wide, and his tongue roved 
through her trench, stimulating her hole, her clitoris. 
He rolled her over and she giggled inanely as he spread 
her asscheeks and applied his tongue to her shithole, 
too!

No one had ever licked Belinda's asshole, except for 
Chloë. Guys didn't seem to know that a girl enjoyed 
some mouth work at her back door. Dwayne knew, though, 
and he dug his fingers into the spongy cheeks of her 
butt, spreading them, dilating her hole, exposing it to 
the horny attack of his hot wet tongue.

He licked down, onto her cunt from the rear. His 
tongue slipped up her hole, pushing deep, and she 
whined in gratification. She squirmed about, rubbing 
her clit on the carpet. 

Ya know, she thought, when you're lying down it doesn't 
matter a shit how tall anybody is...

Her ass l lifted to Dwayne's face, and he cupped her 
pussy, squeezing it hard, as he alternated his 
tonguework between her twat and her asshole, licking 
and sucking till Belinda was about to jump out of her 
taut tanned skin.

"You better fuck me, dude," she panted, looking back 
over her shoulder. "You damn well better fuck me..."

***

That was exactly what Dwayne had in mind. He pulled 
her up, onto her knees, with her nice big ass jutting
into the air, and he knelt behind her. He slapped her 
butt with his hard, sticky cock, using the knob to 
tease her shitter and her pussy in alternate passes.

"Oh, don't make me wait," Belinda snarled, reaching 
beneath herself. She grabbed the end of his dick, 
giving the knob a squeeze so hard a bubble of cum 
squirted without warning into the hollow of her hand.
She put his bulb against her pussymouth and she 
wriggled backward, impaling herself on him in one 
quick snatchgulp.

As he filled her cunt with his throbbing hard rod, 
Belinda's head jerked back and she made a whining 
shriek. Dwayne shoved until he was fully engulfed 
within her. Her tight teen cunt and his swollen rod 
made a perfect fit.

Belinda frigged her clit in spasms while he fucked her. 
He turned her face around and covered her mouth in 
another of those wild kisses. His tongue fucked her 
throat almost as hard, as deep, as his cock fucked her 
pussy.

She liked getting it from the rear, especially when he 
took two big handfuls of tit, mauling the fat bouncy 
jugs while he screwed her pussyhole. His cock got 
slicker and harder, the more it slid in and out of her, 
and Belinda's cunt got wetter, more responsive, if that 
was possible. 

She clenched her muscles around him, milking at the 
fattened shaft of his dick. She heard his husky voice 
growling in pleasure -- or was that her own ecstatic 
moaning and murmuring? She took the deep probing stabs 
of his dick, her cunt lengthening with each thrust, 
sucking more and more of Dwayne's tool into her 
bubbling sexual vortex.

He fucked her hard, just the way she liked it. They 
didn't have all day, anyway. Mom and Joanna would be 
back sooner or later, and Belinda didn't really want to 
get caught with her pussy full of rod. Mom knew she 
fucked, but it would be a little embarrassing to be 
discovered in the act. Or would it? She felt so 
goddamn good she was starting to think she wouldn't 
care if the whole fucking world walked in on her!

Dwayne was the best fuck she'd ever had. God, she 
could hardly believe he'd moved in next door to her! 
She hadn't even been saying her prayers lately, but she 
would from now on -- even if they had been answered!

His cock slipped out of her pussy and she felt suddenly 
lost and empty. She frigged her clit, stuffed a finger 
into her vacant hole, murmuring, "Oh, don't stop now, 
you motherfucker!!!"

And then she felt the big, swollen, pussyslick knob 
beginning to poke at her asshole. "You ever get the 
urge to try it a little differently?" Dwayne was 
asking.

"You mean, like, up the shithole?" Belinda giggled. 
"Oh, maybe if the right guy asked me, I might be 
willing to try. So, are you asking, dude?"

"No," Dwayne said, and he slapped her lightly on the 
butt. "I'm telling. Your ass is about to meet my 
dick."


CHAPTER 6

Belinda had never let a guy put his rod up her ass 
before. Sure, she liked to be licked and fingered back 
there. But what the hell, it was just a hole, right? 
And holes were made to be fucked.

"Stick it in before I cool off totally," she panted. 
"I might not let you if I get my senses back."

His rod was slick from its immersion in her oozing 
cunt. The plumlike knob battled with the tightness of 
her asshole, and he had to do a little licking and 
fingering, just to open her. She tried to help, 
frigging her clit while he played with her butt. The 
heat in her crotch simmered enticingly, and she found 
herself more and more aroused.

His tongue slid in and out of the hole while his 
fingers spread the cheeks, and then he gave her a quick 
thrust that popped her assring. She yelped and 
stiffened, but it wasn't the hurt, it was the surprise 
of his sudden intrusion. "Ooohh," she said, "you've 
got big fingers, dude!"

"Got something bigger," he reminded her, reaming her 
hole with his middle finger. She squirmed and writhed, 
wiggling her ass from side to side. The tightness 
relaxed, and her shitter got bigger. His finger moved 
deep, the nail scratching toward her colon, and she 
gave a deep grunting moan.

He got another finger inside, and she said "Ohhhh..." 
Her ass lifted into the air. Dwayne kissed her crack, 
and his tongue tickled. She was still massaging her 
clit, slipping a finger into her pussy. God, she could 
feel his fingers moving inside her ass, when she was in 
her cunt! The tips touched, only a thin layer of flesh 
separating them.

And then his finger came out, and he rose behind her. 
He pushed his cock straight into the hole, still 
dilated from his fingerwork, and his bulbous knob 
entered Belinda's shitchute. It was a _hell_ of a lot 
bigger than his fingers, and she grunted again, as if 
she were straining to pass an oversize turd. But the 
pressure was coming _into_ her, not going out. Oh, 
fuck, she thought, what am I getting myself into???

He pinched possessively into the fleshy cheeks of her 
butt, squeezing down as he prodded her with his prick. 
He moved deeper, and there was a hot burning sensation 
in Belinda's rear end.

"Noooo," she whimpered, but she wasn't sure she meant 
it. Her fingers pinched her clit. Juice ran like piss 
from the mouth of her cunt.

She poked into her pussy, arousing it to even greater 
excitement while Dwayne stirred her shit. She was 
rapidly getting used to the feel of his tool jammed up 
her tailpipe. God, she thought she liked it! And then 
he started to fuck in and out of her, and she _knew_ 
she liked it!!!

He fucked as hard as he could, given the tightness of 
her asshole. His groin banged against her buttcheeks, 
the flesh rippling like billowy tanned waves under his 
repeated impact.

"Oh, Christ, fuck me," she moaned, "oh, fucking 
fuuuuuuck meeeeeee!!!!"

His tool burned inside her ass, but it was a sweet wild 
burning that drove her mad with lust. She shoved 
fingers up her tight wet cunt, fucking them in rhythm 
to the steely ramrodding that reamed her shithole. 
Dwayne was in his element. She could feel the smug 
power that drove his dick, and she was happy to 
surrender to it. For fucking like this, she'd 
surrender to Peewee Herman!

He came out of her, and she said, "No, no, you son of a 
bitch, I want you to keep on fucking meeee..."

He rolled her over, lifting her legs high, spreading 
them wide. Her ass lifted from the floor and his cock 
sawed back and forth along her gash. Dwayne pulled 
back and shoved his cock up her ass again, and she 
could look down between the gunsight mounds of her tits 
and watch the driving, furious thrust of his prick. 
Her heels dangled over his shoulders, and both of them 
were playing with her cunt while they assfucked. She 
squeezed her clit, pinching it like a pimple, and 
Dwayne gave her four fingers up the snatch to 
counterpoint the stabbing of his ass-maddened cock.

She knew she was gonna come, and she moaned in 
anticipation of the delicious moment of release. She 
frigged her clit raw. She might not fuck for weeks! 
But she'd drop her pants again as soon as she had a 
chance to get Dwayne alone, and she knew it. "Oh, you 
bastard, fuck me," she gasped, over and over, ramming 
her body up to meet the downthrusts of his rockhard 
prick. "Fuck me in my goddamn ass!!!"

"Jesus, how filthy!" a chirpy voice said. "He's 
actually got his _dick_ up your butt?"

Dwayne shoved home and looked upward. Belinda's head 
spun around. The squirt was standing beside them.

Chloë licked her lips, staring down at the fuck in 
progress. She cupped her tits, perky under a thin 
t-shirt, and squeezed them. Her thighs rubbed together, 
pressuring the warm little cunt that nestled inside the 
crotch of her shorts.

"What the fuck are you doing back here???" Belinda 
snapped. "I told you to get lost!"

Chloë just stared at Dwayne's tool. Her mouth began to 
water. She wondered if she could talk him into fucking 
her ass, too. But, God, wouldn't it hurt, having 
something that big shoved up a hole as tight and tiny 
as her own?

"I fucked him too, remember?" she said. "In fact, you 
wouldn't even have known about him if you hadn't 
tortured the information out of me, you slut." She 
pulled up her shirt and flashed her boobs at Dwayne. 
"Remember these?" she giggled. "Or has my big sister's 
rack spoiled you for cute titties altogether?"

Dwayne grinned. The kid was cute, even if she wasn't 
very pretty, but the big smile went a long way toward 
making up for her being shortchanged on looks. The 
tits were pretty cute, too. And he had to admit she 
could put out a first-rate fuck for somebody her age.

He worked his tool inside Belinda, and the hot, 
big-busted blonde started to moan all over again. 
Chloë smiled. She loved to watch Belinda getting it. A 
couple of times her big sister had allowed Chloë to 
peek from concealment while she got it on with some 
local stud. Of course, it wasn't as much fun as 
trading pussy licks with her sister. But this was 
different. She wasn't peeking around the door. With a 
giggle, she gave her sister a thwack on the ass.

Then Chloë knelt, and she leaned down to lick Belinda's 
pussy. Dwayne took his fingers out, and Chloë sucked 
them into her mouth. She hoped it would remind him 
that she was also pretty good when it came to a cock in 
her mouth. But his dick was kind of occupied, wasn't 
it?

From her vantage point she had a clear shot of Dwayne's 
rod stuffed into her sister's tailpipe. The sight was 
intoxicating. She rocked up and down, pressing her ass 
down against her calves, imagining that she was the one 
who was getting fucked in the butt.

Her tongue lolled through her sister's pussy gulch, 
visiting the big hard clit. She licked it, kissed it 
warmly, then licked it again, her mouth getting wetter 
and wetter. Drool ran from her lips, spilling into 
Belinda's sloppy pink groove. She eased her tongue 
into the hole while Dwayne spread it for her, and she 
licked her sister inside out.

Then she stood up, lowering her shorts and panties. 
She straddled Belinda and presented her pussy to 
Dwayne. He leaned up into her gash and started to 
suck. He was just as good as he'd been yesterday. He 
went straight to her most erogenous spots and he made 
them even more erogenous. She fucked his face, 
murmuring encouragement. "Yes, mmmm, yessssss..."

She could hear the thwack as his body rammed against 
Belinda's, she could hear the squelchy sound of his 
cock invading and reinvading her sister's shitter. 
Hands crept up her legs, and she recognized Belinda's 
knowing touch. She smeared wet hot teen pussy all over 
Dwayne's slurping mouth, and then she eased back from 
him, squatting down upon her sister's face.

They'd never done anything quite like this before, and 
Chloë was thrilled to the gills. Maybe she hadn't lost 
him at all. Maybe he was man enough to take care of 
both Parsons sisters. It wouldn't be half as fantastic 
as having him for her own personal private fuck-toy, 
but life was all about compromise, and half of Dwayne's 
dick was a hell of a lot better than someone else 
getting _all_ of it.

Chloë was juicy wet in the pussy, and Belinda was 
obviously thirsty for the taste of it. The older 
sister's tongue plunged into Chloë, fucking the tight 
pink portals of her ripe little snatch, and her hands 
squeezed energetically at Chloë's buttcheeks. She 
licked gash, then moved her tongue to her kid sister's 
asshole. It couldn't be half as exciting as what Dwayne 
was doing to Belinda's shitter, but it was enough to 
make Chloë Parsons squeal and whine and moan.

Chloë leaned forward, going down on her sister's cunt 
while Dwayne continued to fuck the hole next door. 
Belinda rocked and rolled beneath Chloë, beneath 
Dwayne. Chloë wondered if this was what you could call 
an orgy. She hoped so. She'd always wanted to be in 
an orgy.

By stretching a little, she found that she could also 
lick Dwayne's cock while it moved in and out of 
Belinda. His prick tasted like shit, but it was her 
sister's shit, and Chloë had been eating that almost 
all her life. Her tongue walked up and down the 
jabbing shaft, then fluttered back into Belinda's cunt, 
and she was in hog heaven, no doubt about it.

Dwayne yanked his rod out of Belinda and shoved it into 
Chloë's mouth. The younger girl gasped at the sudden 
intrusion, but once she got her lips wrapped around it, 
she couldn't do anything but _suck_ that cock, and did 
she ever suck! Dwayne rammed her mouth till his meat 
dripped with her spit, and then he shoved himself back 
up Belinda.

He alternated that way, ramfucking Belinda's shitter 
for half a dozen strokes, then feeding his ass-greasy 
rod to Chloë. Belinda didn't seem to mind the 
occasional emptiness in her well-fucked butt. She kept 
on gobbling her sister's snatch and steam was rising 
from her pussy, whether it was being licked or handled 
by Chloë.

Chloë felt the need to come boiling in her blood, and 
she squirmed down, forcing her cunt into her sister's 
mouth. "Eat me, you slut!!!" she chirped, and 
Belinda's tongue worked like a live wire across her 
fully-erected clit, whipping it till Chloë gasped and 
giggled and pissed a river of juice into her sister's 
mouth.

Dwayne was still counterpointing his peter between 
Belinda's ass and Chloë's mouth. Chloë sucked him 
desperately, hoping to shit that he would spill his 
load on her tongue. She had half her fist shoved up 
Belinda's pussy, fucking it as if her hand were a cock, 
and slobber ran down her chin when she was not 
mouth-full of Dwayne's rod. She panted, hardly able to 
wait for him to return his shit-smeared prick to her 
hungry mouth.

But she felt Belinda convulse beneath her, and she knew 
that her sister was coming, and she looked up at 
Dwayne's face and she knew that he was just beginning 
to spill his load up Belinda's asshole. "Give me some, 
motherfucker!" she gasped, grabbing his rod with her 
free hand and pulling it out of her sister's butt.

He came out squirting. His cum splashed Chloë's face 
and she lapped it as it spurted. Her mouth ovaled, and 
a long slimy splatter drenched her extended tongue. 
She got him by the balls and gave them an almost 
vicious squeeze, and still more of the white cock-milk 
gushed from him, into her mouth, onto her face. She 
lowered her lips over him and sucked until his peter 
went totally soft along her tongue, and even then she 
didn't want to let go.

***

"You said yesterday," Chloë purred, playing with 
Dwayne's soft, cum-slimed tool, "that you got into 
trouble at home and had to come up here to hide out. 
What kind of trouble was it, stud?"

Dwayne grinned. "Well," he said, tickling Belinda's 
nearest nipple, "it's really a little embarrassing. 
But if you have to know, I was sorta fucking this girl, 
named Robin."

"What's 'sorta fucking'?" Chloë wondered. "Did you 
just dry hump her?"

"No," laughed Dwayne, "I didn't dry hump her. I wish I 
had. She got pregnant. The only problem was, I was 
also fucking her mother, and _she_ turned up pregnant 
too. I just can't figure out what relation Robin's kid 
is going to be to Mindy's kid, y'know? Aunt and niece, 
or would they really be sisters?"

"God," Belinda said, "that's almost disgusting!"

"I think it's nasty," Chloë put in, "and I _like_ 
nasty! Hey, dude, which of them was better? The calf 
or the cow?"

Dwayne shrugged. "Mindy, I guess," he confessed. 
"Older women kinda turn me on."

"I bet she wasn't a goddamn bit better than I am," 
Belinda said with assurance. "Was she?"

Chloë giggled. "We better watch out," she told her 
sister. "Maybe he's just using us so he can get at 
_our_ mom!" She cackled in laughter and then her blue 
eyes became enormous. "Oh, shit! I completely forgot! 
The reason I'm home is because I ran into Mom and 
Joanna at the mall. Mom let me out while she parked the 
car, and then she was going over to Joanna's for a cup 
of coffee, but she'll be here any fucking second!"

***

Joanna Murphy followed Thalia Parsons through the front 
door. She was a little surprised to see her nephew 
Dwayne, with Thalia's two daughters. No, she wasn't 
surprised. She'd seen Dwayne last night, watching 
Belinda undress through his window. She'd figured her 
nephew would try to meet the cute blonde next door.

Maybe, she thought, she should tell Thalia just why 
Dwayne was living with her this summer. Just in case 
anything happened, right? It was the least she could 
do for her friend. Surely Dwayne's troubles back in 
Pomeroy had taught him something. Hadn't they?

Though, God knew, you couldn't really put a damper on 
teenagers, once their hormones got activated. But at 
least Thalia ought to know. Yes, she decided, I will 
tell her. Before anything happens that all of us might 
regret.

"Well," she told her nephew, trying to sound more 
casual than she felt, "I wondered where you were."

Dwayne smiled. "Just visiting the neighbors," he said. 
"You know, getting acquainted around the block."

His face was a little flushed. Joanna wondered just 
what he and the Parsons girls might have been up to. 
She was positive she could see a hair caught between 
his upper front teeth. But surely there was an 
innocent explanation. Wasn't there???

She glanced at Thalia, whose face bore an expression 
that looked a _hell_ of a lot like shock. But why 
should she be so stunned-looking? Joanna frowned. She 
wondered if something was going on that she knew 
absolutely nothing about.


CHAPTER 7

Joanna awoke from the midst of a very strange dream. 
Her nephew Dwayne sat naked on a throne, his cock erect 
and capped with a big purple bulb, like a sceptre, 
while women threw themselves at his feet and rose 
reverently to press their lips against the unbelievably 
swollen crown of his peter.

She could even recognize the women who were so anxious 
to lick her nephew's dick. There was Belinda Parsons, 
and her kid sister Chloë, and -- Jesus! -- the woman 
standing behind Chloë, tapping her feet in impatience, 
looked exactly like Thalia! "Hurry up," she was 
saying. "I want my turn on that sweet fat rod..."

Joanna sat up in bed, shaking her head. "Jesus," she 
said in a soft voice. "That was fucking weird!"

She shivered softly in the darkness. The luminescent 
clock read 2:08.  What an unholy hour to be awake! 
She lay back, closing her eyes, willing herself back to 
sleep. But then her eyes opened and she sat up again. 
What the _hell_ was that sound?

Quietly, she got out of bed and went tiptoeing down the 
hall. The closer she got, the more certain she was that 
the noises were coming from her nephew's bedroom.

But this time the door was shut tight -- unlike last 
night -- and she frowned. She could hear soft 
whimpering sounds, and the rhythmic rock of bedsprings, 
but she could not see what was happening on the other 
side of that goddamn door!

"Ohhhhh...Dwayne..." The purring invitation of a soft, 
sex-charged voice. Damn it! Joanna thought. That 
long-legged slut Belinda had sneaked into Dwayne's 
room. No doubt she was in there getting ready to fuck 
his brains out!

Just like his troubles in Pomeroy, Joanna reminded 
herself. Dwayne simply couldn't keep his dick in his 
pants, when it came to women, and now he was starting 
all over again with the girl next door.

From inside the bedroom came the panting sounds of a 
girl in heat. Even with the door shut, Joanna could 
easily imagine what was happening now. Maybe her dream 
hadn't been so far off the mark after all.

But she wasn't sure, and she didn't want to make a big 
stink until she was positive what her nephew was up to.  
Joanna tied the sash of her robe. Damn it, she had to 
find what was going on, didn't she? And there was only 
one way.

She crept into the kitchen, opening the back door 
delicately. The neighborhood was dark, shut down for 
the night. All except for whatever was taking place in 
her nephew's bedroom.

 A misty rain was just beginning to fall. The tv 
weatherman had predicted a rainy, damp weekend, and 
Joanna could smell the precipitation in the air. She 
wished to hell she'd at least put on her slippers. The 
grass was already getting wet beneath her feet.

She went around the side of the house, making for the 
lighted window. The curtain was not entirely drawn, 
and she could see enough to make her jaw drop in shock.

It wasn't Belinda who was in her nephew's room. Dwayne 
was frolicking with Chloë Parsons! Joanna was truly 
startled at the sight. She'd never suspected anything 
like this out of Chloë. Belinda, yes. The big blonde 
was obviously a slut, but she'd always regarded Chloë 
as a sweet innocent.

But watching, Joanna realized that she had certainly 
been on the right track when she got suspicious, 
finding her nephew in the Parsons house this afternoon. 
She no longer had the slightest doubt why he'd had a 
hair between his teeth, either. She'd only been wrong 
about his co-conspirator.

Chloë was stripped naked, her slim, almost childlike 
body glowing in sexual arousal. She fondled her small, 
pointy tits, and her head was tossed back, soft moaning 
sounds oozing from her lips. "Oooohhh, Dwayne, eat my 
motherfucking pussyyyyy!!!" she squeaked. "I love the 
way you suck a cunt!"

Dwayne's head was down between her legs, and the tiny 
young blonde jerked spasmodically each time his mouth 
attacked her. She giggled, and she squeezed her thighs 
against the sides of his head.

He was lying at the foot of his bed, in plain sight of 
the window. He was as naked as Chloë, and his dick was 
sticking straight out, bobbing against his thigh as he 
continued to suck on the girl next door.

Joanna hung to the windowsill, staring in horror. Oh, 
Jesus, this was awful! How could she ever explain this 
to Thalia Parsons? She was pretty sure Dwayne had 
screwed Belinda (as if someone in Albany _hadn't_?), 
but to think he was also doing it to cute little 
Chloë???

Dwayne's head rose from between the hot young nymphet's 
legs. She stretched out, running her hands up and down 
her quivering little body. She squeezed passionately 
at her bee-sting tits, teasing the nipples to make them 
even harder than they already were. "Oh, I came soooo 
good," she trilled. "Now come up here and give me a 
great big kiss. I wanna see if your mouth tastes like 
my pussy!"

Dwayne stretched out beside her, his hands replacing 
Chloë's in the caress of the young girl's sex-flushed 
frame. She gasped as he mauled her little tits, and 
her body lifted toward him. She put her arms around 
his neck and licked his face, his lips, giggling when 
she found the taste of her cunt on his mouth. His lips 
parted and she fucked him with her tongue.

Her thigh was thrown across his lap, the soft smooth 
flesh stroking at the bobbing length of Dwayne's 
upright cock. From time to time she reached down and 
tickled him, just below the knob, then squeezed him 
inside her eager fist.

He went down on her tits. As his lips pursed to suck 
one long pink tab, Chloë gave a squeal. "Sshhh!" 
Dwayne snapped. "I don't wanna wake up Aunt Joanna!"

Chloë just smirked. "Maybe she could join us," she 
said. "You told me and Belinda you dug older women. 
But if you like them so much, how come you keep on 
fucking us young ones?"

"Because you're here," Dwayne said frankly. "And 
speaking of 'here', why don't you put your mouth where 
it will do both of us the most good?"

Joanna snorted in disbelief, peeking through the 
window, as the lithe, monkey-agile Chloë wiggled around 
and shoved her face down into Dwayne's lap. She got 
his dick in both hands and rubbed it on her face, her 
tits. She squeezed the little mounds together around 
it and fucked him up and down. "Mmmm," she purred as 
the friction heated up her skin. She thrust out her 
tongue, licking at the knob when it shoved into her 
face.

Dwayne worked his fingers through her silky blonde hair 
as she tongued his tool. "Not bad," he told Chloë. 
"By the time you're legal, you oughta be one hell of a 
fuck."

She stuck her tongue out at him, then lapped his cock 
even more lewdly, giggling all the while. "I'm one 
hell of a fuck right now, buster," she murmured between 
slurps, "and if this doesn't remind you of that fact, 
maybe I should be looking for a _real_ man." Outside 
the window, Joanna was still in total shock.

Which didn't decrease when Chloë stopped teasing and 
started sucking. Her innocent face looked anything 
but, full of Dwayne's sizable hard prick. She rolled 
her eyes appreciatively, too, making cute but sexy 
faces at him, but mostly she ate his dick.

Joanna's temples pounded as she watched through the 
window. She pressed her body against the outside of 
the house, suddenly becoming aware that her nipples 
were rock-hard under her t-shirt, that her pussy was 
dripping juice into her panties. Oh, Jesus, she 
thought, I hope nobody looks out _their_ window and 
sees me looking into my own like some Peeping Tammy!

She glanced around. The nearby houses were all dark. 
Especially the Parsons'. She was most happy about 
that. The rain had begun to pick up a little 
intensity, spattering down in a heavier stream. Joanna 
was soaked to the skin, her hair hanging in soppy 
ringlets. Under her bare feet, the ground grew soft 
and squishy.

Chloë's mouth worked wetly on Dwayne's cock. She 
didn't suck him deeply, but she sucked him with 
passion, releasing him from her mouth every few moments 
so she could lick hungrily up and down his shaft. She 
nursed his balls, even put her finger back into the 
crack of his ass, jabbing at him while she tongued the 
big bulging cum vein.

"Ahhh," Dwayne growled, "you're one nasty little bitch 
tonight, Chloë -- you jealous because I fucked your big 
sister before you could get your licks in, this 
afternoon?"

So it had been Belinda's hair, wedged between Dwayne's 
teeth, then? Joanna had thought as much. But she was 
willing to bet he had a few of Chloë's hairs in his 
teeth, on his tongue, right now.

The little blonde slipped the knob of Dwayne's dick 
into her mouth, holding it tightly. She pressed the 
flats of her palms against his shaft, from either side, 
and started to work them up and down, stroking him off.

"Oh, you want some cum, huh, baby?" Dwayne said, 
caressing her head. "Well, I think we could manage 
that! Just suck me a little longer..."

Joanna pushed her tits against the shingles. Ohhhh! 
Her nipples were so hard they hurt! But the more she 
rubbed them on the wall, the less they seemed to hurt, 
the more excited they seemed to become. She couldn't 
deny it. She was getting really turned-on.

She cupped her tits, squeezing them. The nipples 
arched outward, punching the soaked fabric of her 
t-shirt. Even the damp cloth couldn't quell the heat 
that bubbled from within her boobs. She felt as if she 
were standing in a cloud of steam as the cool rain 
continued to fall upon her heated body.

This was what she'd done last night, she realized, only 
then she'd had the decency to do it inside, in private. 
She was about to jerk herself off, out here in her 
backyard. Even on a moonless, rainy night, it seemed a 
rather public thing to do, but she was too far gone to 
care.

Chloë's slim, glowing body caught Joanna's attention 
most of all. She'd always found Chloë adorable, like a 
frisky kitten, but now it was something more. Oh, no, 
she thought, is this happening again?

She wasn't a lesbian. She'd never been a lesbian. 
Sure, a couple of times she had -- but she wasn't a 
lesbian. Her eyes drank in the sleek, adolescent 
freshness of the nude, cocksucking Chloë. Her hands 
moved down her front, to her crotch. The rain, and the 
exudations of her cunt, had left her panties dripping 
wet. She stuck a hand into her pants, squeezed her 
quivering cunt, and licked her lips as she watched her 
neighbor's younger daughter in action on Dwayne. I'm 
not a lesbian, she reminded herself.

Chloë's gasp and gurgle were audible, as Dwayne's cum 
spilled across her tongue. She milked him rapidly with 
her hands, and she sucked the fluid from his spurting 
cock. It ran from her mouth, down the shaft, into the 
tangle of hairs at the base of his prick. She kept on 
sucking.

Lifting her face from his prick, she tightened a fist 
around him and moved it up the shaft, squeezing 
fiercely just below the knob, until another bubbling 
drop of jizz oozed from the slit. She licked it off 
him, and then she licked her cum-wet fingers, and then 
she cleaned his tool off with her tongue.

Dwayne stayed rock-hard while Chloë licked him. Nobody 
could go soft, with that frisky, energetic tongue 
tiptoeing all over his prick. Joanna's finger poked in 
and out of her pussy, and she was trying not to moan 
out loud.

Chloë stood up on the bed, momentarily facing the 
window. Joanna was sure the girl had seen her, but 
Chloë gave no sign, if that was the case. She stood 
there a moment, her petite body totally on display. 
She was like a flower just bursting into bloom at the 
outbreak of spring. Her cupcake tits sported stiff 
pink nipples, her darling face beamed with sexual 
hunger, and the sparsely-fringed pussy was split just 
enough for the interior pink to show through.

"Now we fuck," she announced, turning to the bed and 
squatting downward upon the prone, still rockhard 
upthrust of Dwayne Murphy's cock.

Her cunt opened as she spread herself. Joanna's heart 
jumped into her throat at the sight of Chloë's petaled 
pussy. It descended toward the upstanding lance of 
Dwayne's cock. When she got near enough, Chloë took it 
in hand and guided it to her crack. She closed her 
eyes, and she made a murmuring sound as she fed the 
prick into her tight teenaged hole.

"It's so bigggg..." she whimpered, as always, when the 
pointed snout of his tool slid between the snug lips of 
her snatch.

To Joanna, it looked like a salami being pushed into an 
engagement ring. But Chloë wanted it, and she took it, 
squeezing her cunt downward to gobble the hungry thrust 
of Dwayne's dick, and she kept moving downward until 
she was full of him. Her tits heaved, and her tummy 
sucked in, and she writhed atop the boy. She stroked 
his balls, squeezed them, frigging her clit at the same 
time. The kid was clearly having the time of her life.

She began to ride up and down on the cock, once she'd 
gotten used to the swollen presence within her 
supertight young hole. As she rode Dwayne, she moaned 
and purred and kept her hands busy, playing with 
everything that moved. Dwayne massaged her buttercup 
tits, her cherrypink nipples.

"Will you stick it up my ass, like you did Belinda???" 
Chloë panted, fucking him for dear life. "I really 
think I'd like to try that!"

"Not with Aunt Jo asleep on the other side of the 
bathroom, baby," Dwayne said. "But you just keep the 
K-Y handy. I'll do it to you one of these days."

"Ooohhh!!! I'll be counting the hours, Dwayne!" Chloë 
giggled. Joanna was as horrified as she was aroused, 
and that was considerable.

But the rain was heavier now, and she was drenched. 
She couldn't stay out here another moment. As much as 
she hated to leave, she would have to go inside and put 
on some dry nightclothes. And she wondered if Dwayne 
and Chloë would hear the soft buzz of her vibrator.

No, she decided, I'd better just use my fingers. Why 
not? They were already busy inside her panties, 
frigging her clit and fucking her wet hot pussy. She 
staggered through the wet grass, toward the back door, 
masturbating as she walked.

All she could see was the delicious delightful 
nakedness of young Chloë, all she could think about 
was, God, what a waste! Throwing that sweetness away 
on a cad like Dwayne!

Sure, her nephew was beautiful, but he was a bastard, 
too. Chloë deserved something better for her first 
love. She deserves -- me! Joanna thought wildly. Her 
middle finger shoved to the hilt up her cunt, she crept 
through the backdoor and tiptoed to her bedroom, 
closing the door as quietly as possible.

But she could still hear the moaning and the rocking of 
the bed, and she knew that Dwayne was fucking the 
living shit out of Chloë's cunt. I wish it was me, 
Joanna sighed to herself. God help me, I wish it was 
me on top of the lovely little bitch!!!

She stripped off her soaked sleep-T and panties, then 
tossed herself down onto the bed. She put the pillow 
between her legs and humped it, while she massaged and 
licked the ends of her tits. The sounds from Dwayne's 
room grew louder, as Chloë fucked nearer and nearer to 
an orgasm.

The noises were like a spur to Joanna's clit. She 
kicked the pillow from between her thighs and took her 
cunt in both hands, viciously peeling back the flaps 
and thrusting three fingers into her hot wet snatch. A 
low growl leaked from her lips and her bed began to 
shake and rock almost in rhythm to the bed rattles that 
came from the room down the hall. But she knew that 
Dwayne and Chloë were so wrapped up in themselves 
they'd never hear her noises, and, oh, God, she needed 
to get off!!!

"Yessss..." she hissed, the fingers up her cunt, the 
heel of her hand grinding against her throbbing clit. 
An orgasm began to rush down the tubes of her pussy. 
Her teeth chattered, her temples pounded, her body 
oozed cold sweat. She could hear the whimpering moans 
of Chloë's climax, happening at almost the same moment, 
and she threw herself even more madly into her come, 
pretending that she was sharing it with the darling 
little blonde from next door.

I've gotta be crazy, she thought, lying back, finally, 
drained. And I've gotta send that kid back to Pomeroy 
before he fucks up my entire life!!!


CHAPTER 8

What a fucking shitheap of a week! Belinda Parsons 
decided. But she was a brave, cheerful, positive girl, 
and she flashed her most dazzling smile at Chuck Woods, 
wishing to _fuck_ she had checked into the Cozy Rest 
Motel with Dwayne Murphy, instead.

On the other hand, she was definitely going to get 
screwed, and that was always something to look forward 
to. Chuck was already opening the pint of whiskey, 
getting ready to make a couple Seven-and-Sevens. As if 
Belinda needed to be juiced in order to get juicy!

Motels really weren't Belinda's thing, but they 
couldn't go to Chuck's and they couldn't go to her 
house either, and she absolutely refused to fuck in the 
back seat of Japanese cars since a near-accident in 
tenth grade. So Chuck, who was out of school and had a 
job, had sprung for a room here at the hot sheets. Not 
the first time, but she was still sorry she wasn't here 
with the guy from next door.

She was convinced, for one thing, that meeting Dwayne 
had been the catalyst that had changed her life 
forever. Unfortunately, other than that dynamite fuck 
in the living room of her house, she hadn't had much 
chance to try his rod on for size. And now, a week 
later, she was still thinking dreamily of the sweet hot 
fuck he'd thrown into her -- including that 
unprecedented ramrodding of her almost totally virgin 
asshole -- and she was wondering if Chuck was man 
enough to satisfy her newfound needs.

Not that Chuck was so bad. Like, she'd been going out 
with him for quite a while, and he was under the 
impression he was her steady. And he was a pretty good 
lay, when you got right down to it. But he wasn't 
Dwayne, goddamn it!

Belinda paraded around the room, conscious of Chuck's 
eyes upon her. Well, let him look. He was gonna get 
it, right? And he'd certainly had it before. She was 
strutting a little, but that was just the spike heels 
she wore. Chuck was 6'4", and she liked to be able to 
look him in the eye.

She was dressed for a date, with a tight black sheath 
dress, no sleeves, the hem striking her about a third 
of the way down her thighs. She'd found it in some of 
her mom's old clothes, a leftover from the early 60s, 
but it looked just great in '88, and especially on 
Belinda. The way Chuck was eyeing her, she was sure of 
it.

While he poured the drinks, Belinda took off the dress. 
If it looked good, what she wore under it was even more 
fine. Her bra and panties were black, dark against the 
sunkissed gold of her skin. Chuck liked garters and 
stockings, and she had worn a pair just for him. 
Curlicue applique ran down both sides of her hose, 
accentuating the length and sinuosity of her legs.

Chuck handed her a glass of Seven-and-Seven. She tipped 
it to his, and smiled alluringly over the rim. She 
could already see the bulge in his pants. He had a 
nice dick, but it wasn't like Dwayne's. At least, he 
didn't use it as well. But he could sure fuck up a 
cloud of smoke, and she figured she might as well make 
the most of him.

Chuck put down his glass and slipped his hands around 
Belinda. She sipped her drink while he began to feel 
her up. She enjoyed being felt up, as always.

His hands moved over her black, bra-covered tits. The 
bra wasn't _that_ much of a covering, and her nipples 
began to push out the centers of the black lacy cups. 
His fingers stroked them back and forth, feeling the 
ever-lengthening indentations as they got harder and 
harder.

His body brushed hers, and she could feel the bulge of 
cock in his pants. Until she'd met Dwayne Murphy, 
Chuck's cock had been plenty for Belinda, but now, even 
with its hardness rubbing against her, she felt a 
little disappointed. But not so disappointed that she 
didn't plan to fuck this dude's brains out.

He unsnapped her bra, and the cups fell away from her 
tits. He sighed, as he always did when the tits came 
into view, and his hands covered the bare, Jello-jiggly 
mounds. He squeezed down as if they belonged to him, 
personally. Belinda just closed her eyes and oozed her 
titties into his clutching fists. Her hand went down 
to stroke his full-grown bulge. Yeah, he was hard, all 
right!

She put her drink on the dresser table and gave him her 
full attention. She opened his shirt. His chest was 
broad and hairy. He'd been a football star in high 
school, though not good enough to merit a scholarship 
-- which explained why he was pumping gas at the 
Exxon, not pumping coeds at Ohio State.

But his body was still hard and primed. She loved to 
feel it. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she 
caressed his chest, his shoulders, his neck. The high 
heels put her in great shape to be kissed, and she 
opened her mouth to his questing tongue.

He manipulated her hard nipples, and she decided she 
wasn't all that turned off in any case. Her teats 
stiffened between his fingers, and he bent down to suck 
on them. "Oooohh, Chuckie," she giggled, feeding him a 
randy tit.

His other hand was between her legs, stroking the 
crinkly satin of her black panties. His finger pushed, 
stuffing itself and the wraparound panty fabric into 
Belinda's cunt. He couldn't move very deeply, but he 
moved in and out, and she wiggled and giggled and she 
spread her legs a little wider, deepening her pussy 
hole to his attack.

He fucked finger and panties into her hole, poking 
shallowly, and she bounced up and down in her spikey 
heels, feeding her cunt to his finger. She was already 
tugging down his zipper and reaching inside his pants 
to find that old familiar cock of Chuck's. Belinda had 
no idea how many times she had fucked it, sucked it, 
but she was pretty sure she was about to do it one more 
time.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She lay 
back, posing, while he stripped down. Too bad he'd had 
a car payment due this week, and not enough cash left 
over for a porno tape rental. They were extra here at 
Cozy Rest. But they could make their own live-action 
porno.

She watched his pants drop, saw his cock rise up, thick 
and hard. She touched her titties, pleasuring the 
already-rigid nipples with the tip of long red nails, 
and she wondered if Chuck had ever stuffed that tool up 
a girl's asshole. She wondered if his dick would feel 
as good up her asshole as Dwayne Murphy's had, a couple 
of days ago. She wondered if she was _ever_ gonna get 
the chance to slime Dwayne's tool with her mouth, ass 
or pussy again!

Chuck joined her on the bed, his big hairy body rubbing 
all over hers. He stuck his hand down the front of her 
panties and felt her pussy, leaking piss-warm juices 
already, and he cupped a fistful of that pussy and 
squeezed, as if he were wringing an orange. Belinda 
was turned on. When was she not turned on? But it had 
been soooo different with Dwayne. He'd spoiled her for 
other guys, she was sure.

Chuck buried his face between her boobs and blew on 
them, slobbering and nipping his way up from the pit of 
the cleavage to the tingly tips of the nipples. He 
opened his mouth wide and sucked a whole tit inside. 
He had a hell of a big mouth!

Belinda's 38-C vanished into his yawning maw and he 
sucked hard on it, putting a vacuum pressure on the 
throbbing nipple while his hand continued to slide 
through the soft hairs of her cunt, stroking the bubble 
of her clit and the drippy arousal of the slit.

Now his finger went inside her, for real this time, 
nothing to hold it back, and Belinda moaned from deep 
in her guts. He had a middle finger the size of some 
guys' cocks, and he used it like a dick inside her, 
probing, prodding, thrusting almost to the pit of her 
pussy.

It was the usual Saturday night at Cozy Rest, Belinda 
decided, rolling and rocking under Chuck's assault and 
listening to the noises that crept through the flimsy 
walls. Someone had sprung for a porn film, a room or 
two away; she could hear the cheap tinny generic music 
that always played on the soundtracks. And closer, 
probably two rooms down, somebody was getting one 
_hell_ of a fucking!

"Ohhhhhhhh..." A woman's voice, moaning like a banshee 
in heat, and tuned to the rhythmic rock of a bed. 
Belinda closed her eyes, drinking in the sound. It was 
a slow dreamy fuck, she could tell from the bedsounds, 
the woman's cries. As Chuck's finger stabbed in and 
out of her like an oil drill about to bring in a 
gusher, she listened to the noises of that other 
couple, envying them the rhythm and the pace of their 
sweet sex. Chuck wasn't bad, but sometimes he was in 
too damn much of a hurry.

But Belinda was in a little bit of a hurry herself. He 
was turning her on like crazy, and she found her snatch 
sucking thirstily at his finger, wishing his nail could 
spout a geyser of jizz into her creamy hole. She could 
use a hot squirt right now, just to cool her down a 
little!

She wriggled from beneath him, throwing herself forward 
upon his cock. She'd rather have been sucking on 
Dwayne's, and she'd hinted -- fuck, she'd come right 
out and asked him -- that she wanted to go out with him 
tonight, but he'd been busy.

Doing what, for shit's sake? Had he already found 
somebody else to fuck here in Albany? Was he finished 
with her after one goddamn screw? She couldn't imagine 
that was possible. She knew how good she was. A man 
could fuck her for an eternity and still want more. 
Chuck sure wasn't tired of it yet. She heard his groan 
of satisfaction as she began to lick his dick, and she 
smiled at the swollen knob where it protruded from his 
unclipped foreskin. Hiya, big boy, she told it with 
her eyes and her tongue.

She slipped her lips over his knob, sipping him in and 
out. The friction of her mouth and tongue made his rod 
grow harder, hotter. She could taste the excitement 
flowing through his meat, pre-cum oozing onto her 
tongue with each lustful swipe.

Lifting her head, she squeezed his knob from beneath, 
until the piss-slit winked open. She attacked it with 
her tongue, thrusting as if she meant to penetrate him. 
He yelped and grabbed her head, guiding her downward. 
"Oh, baby, your sucking's the greatest," he said 
hoarsely. Her tongue moved through the tiny slit like 
a saw blade, and his prick trembled inside her hand.

She licked downward, to his nuts, stroking the 
uppermost half of Chuck's dick. Her mouth opened wide 
to suck on his balls. She rocked his stones around 
with her tongue, and the power surged through his 
upstanding prick where her fist encircled it. She 
pushed the balls out of the way and licked his 
shithole, too, her tongue pointed and perky and 
passionate. Then it was back to his balls for a little 
more sucking, and at last her tongue walked back up 
Chuck's tool, making for the big purple knob.

His foreskin was peeled all the way down, the knob 
entirely exposed. It looked as big as a budded tomato, 
and almost as red. Belinda made her mouth a wet ripe 
oval and she slid it down over the end of Chuck's dick, 
pushing south until her lips were flush against his 
groin and the head of his prick was somewhere inside 
her right lung.

She moved up and down in a series of slow rises and 
falls, taking his cock down her throat to the nuts 
again and again. Guys were always impressed with that, 
especially guys who had dicks as big as Chuck, and 
Belinda loved to show off a little. But his tool was 
heating up like a stewpot on the boil, and even more 
than the showing off, she fucking loved the way his 
prick tasted!

She was on her hands and knees beside him, face angled 
down into his crotch, her ass pointing toward his head. 
He put his hand up her crotch once more, and he used 
his fingers like a drillbit in her dripping pussy. His 
thumb entered her cuntal mouth and he reamed her 
mercilessly, grinding his hand against her aroused 
clit, her tingling labes. One finger tickled the 
sensitized tightness of her asshole. He'd dated her 
before, and he knew she liked that, too. She kept on 
sucking, hungry for the squirt of his jizz.

Chuck explored the taut petals of Belinda's twat, 
scooping juices out of her wet hole and smearing them 
onto her antechambers. She got slicker and slicker. 
He pulled out his wet thumb and rubbed it on her tiny 
starfish asshole. Belinda murmured and purred and 
giggled around her total mouthful of his dick.

She almost bit his cock in two when he started to shove 
his thumb up her butt, though! It was a little further 
than he usually went, but he seemed to be a little more 
turned-on than normally, tonight, and that was fine 
with Belinda, who was about to burst from arousal.

Part of it was the feel of his throbbing cock stuffed 
to the gills in her throat. Part of it was the normal 
anticipation of getting fucked. Part of it _had_ to be 
the nonstop noises that came from the room down the 
row.

That woman must be getting the fuck of a lifetime, to 
judge from the way she was moaning and whining! Now 
and then her voice drifted higher, toward a softly 
sensuous scream. It made Belinda's clit tingle, just 
listening to her, and she was sure it was arousing 
Chuck as well.

And now it was Belinda's turn to scream, though she 
couldn't get out much sound with her mouth totally full 
of Chuck's dick. His thumb popped her assring, lubed 
by the juice it had squeezed out of her pussy, and he 
began to ream her butt.

She swayed tremulously, her mouth gone slack on Chuck's 
peter, and she absorbed the grinding rotation of his 
thumb as it opened her wide. Mmmm, she thought, I 
believe Chuck may get luckier than he ever dreamed 
possible...

But she could almost taste the passion surging in his 
rod, and each time she squeezed on his balls, a little 
squirt of jizz bubbled from the tip of Chuck's peter. 
He couldn't last two more minutes without shooting. It 
was no time to begin an assfuck that would be over 
before it ever got good.

She rocked back against his buttboning thumb. The heel 
of his hand pressed her dripping pussymouth, friction 
humming on her hard hot clit. She raised her face from 
his cock, just hanging onto it now, and she did the 
grind on Chuck's hand until her heart seemed to explode 
inside her. An orgasm exploded inside her pussy, 
transmitted itself somehow to her asshole as well!

"Gonna fuck you for a minute, now," she panted, popping 
her ass off his inserted thumb. She turned, straddled 
him, rammed her cunt down over the uplifted end of 
Chuck's prick. Her hole was open, wet, greasy -- 
fucking ready, man! She slammed downward, eating him 
to the balls in one gulp, and she leaned forward as her 
hips rose and fell.

She slapped him in the face with her big dangling tits. 
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me," she moaned, over and over.

He sucked on her jugs while he rammed cock up into her 
plunging hole. He was on a really short leash now, as 
anxious to squirt as she was to feel another come 
detonate inside her pussy. She just wanted to get this 
fuck out of the way so they could have another drink 
and get primed for the sweet tight surprise she had 
decided to give Chuckie baby. When she took it up the 
ass, she wanted it to last a _loooonng_ time!!!

The woman in heat, down the row, was apparently on fire 
now. Everybody in the fucking motel -- hell, everybody 
in Athens County! -- could probably hear her every 
gasp, every moan, every sigh. Belinda could almost 
hear the squish of the cock that plumbed her hole and 
brought the woman to this pinnacle of delight. Just 
listening to the sounds of another bitch in heat made 
Belinda herself that much more excited.

"Dwayne, oh, Jesus, you fuck me like a god!!!" the 
woman was squealing, the bed audibly rocking beneath 
her. Belinda's head jerked around. Dwayne? Oh, shit, 
there were probably a hundred thousand guys named 
Dwayne in Ohio, right? But how many of them could fuck 
women like a god? she couldn't help wondering.

Chuck bit into Belinda's nearest tit, and she turned 
her attention back to the