Jane gasped, "Ohhhhh! Yes, yes, yes, I'm on fire! God, I'm so horny!"
Waves of pleasure moved through her. She was sweating profusely now. She licked the saliva drooling from her lips and her eyes glowed with a wild intensity.
Doris was also in the throes of hot passion. She had been on the verge of an orgasm for minutes now. It was a maddening and exquisite sensation to be suspended there in that sensitive place at the verge of climax. She held herself tensed, ready to feel a torrent of ecstasy at any moment.
Now Jane moved down on the other woman's body. She stopped for a moment and stretched up to kiss Doris on the lips. Then she moved down again, trailing her lips along the woman's body.
CHAPTER ONE
"Open your legs," Jane said. "Let me see that beautiful pussy of yours ... all pink and wet and beautiful."
Doris Morten smiled. A shiver of lust ran through her body as she stretched her legs apart. She closed her eyes for a moment, responding to the waves of arousal washing over her. Then she opened her eyes and looked at her lover.
"That's the pussy I love and adore," Jane chuckled. "God, what you do to me."
"And what you do to me," Doris said. "And I think if my husband ever found out he'd kill us both."
Doris Morten looked much younger than she was. Her body was trim, tan and youthful. Many people meeting her family for the first time could hardly believe she had a teenaged daughter. The two sexy and beautiful Morten women might have been sisters instead of mother and daughter.
Doris' case was typical. She had married young and now, still in the prime of life, she felt bored. Things had been the same for so long now. Her family gave her comfort and security but she had the nagging feeling that there should be more to life than that. Sometimes, when depressed, Doris thought she had missed her youth marrying so young and having a child right away.
Like other women in her situation she tried to relieve these feelings through various approved methods, volunteer work, hobbies, housework. But those things didn't cure her. There was still something missing.
Some of her girlfriends, suffering from the same malaise, found satisfaction in illicit love affairs. They urged Doris to try the same. Doris was ready for the challenge. An affair might be just what the doctor ordered, she thought.
She had to be careful, though. Doris still loved her husband enough not to want to humiliate him or to divorce him. She didn't want to tear her family apart, she just wanted more out of life.
She shopped carefully for her potential lover. She wanted a discreet affair, something she could handle without any problems.
She was still looking for this dream lover when it fell into her lap in the most unexpected package. The lover turned out to be a lady. And Doris decided that, for now, it was indeed what the doctor ordered.
Doris and Jane Bishop met quite by accident.
Doris was shopping downtown. In a major department store she was standing in the elevator with another woman when it became stuck. They were suspended between two floors for two hours while the mechanics tried to get them out.
The two women got to know each other. Jane was a buyer from upstate and passed through town two or three times a month. She was a clever and entertaining person, Doris thought, and when they were ultimately released from captivity, Doris was happy to take the woman up on a luncheon invitation.
They had plenty of wine to drink during lunch. Doris wasn't used to drinking, especially not at lunch time, and when they finished eating she felt dizzy. Jane urged her to go up to her hotel room. She could lie down and rest till she felt ready to drive home.
Doris agreed. There was no harm in going to another woman's hotel, after all. Was there?
The whole scene was a little vague in Doris' memory. She must have had quite a lot to drink, she thought. But somehow, she ended up naked in bed with Jane. One thing led to another after that. Girlish play led to heated lovemaking for much of the afternoon.
When she finally sobered up, Doris was shocked by what she had done. But she couldn't deny one thing: she had enjoyed herself, enjoyed herself thoroughly for the first time in what seemed like ages.
Jane professed a great affection for her. Doris was flattered, even though the compliments were coming from such an unlikely source. Jane was the first lesbian Doris had ever met. It had been a long time since Doris was complimented so profusely and personally. Yes, she was flattered, all right. It felt good to be considered a sex object again. Her husband was used to her and took her for granted. When Jane told her how sexy she was and how she turned her on, it made Doris tingle with excitement.
Jane moved closer to her and kissed her on the mouth, softly, tenderly. Doris shivered, feeling a wave of lust rise up through her body. She knew it was crazy. She was a sane, normal suburban housewife, she told herself. Such people didn't get involved in lesbian love affairs. But her conscience was shouted down and the two women made love again.
They were in some ways a perfect couple. Their looks complemented each other. Doris was fair, with light, silky hair and a round figure. Jane was tall and dark with a figure that was even more voluptuous.
The next times they got together were also at Jane's hotel. Doris became self-conscious about that arrangement, though. She had a feeling that the staff were getting to know her on sight and were suspicious of her. She thought she saw a couple of knowing smiles or sneers as she went through the lobby with Jane. Doris didn't like that at all. She lived in a small town and scandal could spread fast.
She decided to let Jane come to the house. It was a little riskier, but at least Doris thought she'd feel safer and more relaxed as long as nothing went wrong.
And the chance of anything going wrong was slim. Once Doris got her husband off to work and her daughter off to school she was usually left undisturbed. The two women could go up to the master bedroom and make love in comfort. Secretly, Doris was excited by the idea of making love with a woman in the same bed her husband slept in. It gave the whole proceedings an even kinkier aura than they already had.
Jane managed to visit once a week now. She made up reasons for having to go to that town more often, but it was really only to see Doris.
The sex seemed to improve with each visit. Doris still had her feelings of guilt. It would take a long while to get rid of a lifetime's worth of prejudice in that regard. But she didn't let guilt get in the way of her steady stream of orgasms at the hand-and tongue-of Jane.
This morning she was nervous. Jane was due later. She didn't know why she felt particularly uneasy this time, but she did. She hoped that it wasn't a portent of something bad to happen. Things had always gone so smoothly till now.
She noticed that Cindy had been acting strange this morning. She wondered what was on the girl's mind. Sex again, probably. Sometimes Doris thought that was the only thing her daughter ever thought about.
Doris knew that she was being a hypocrite as far as her attitudes with her daughter were concerned, but she couldn't help it. Cindy was only a teenager, after all. She couldn't be allowed to run wild like some of her friends did. It was a dangerous age. You had to be tough with them at that age or they'd get into no end of trouble.
Doris did some of her housework, mainly just to pass the time till Jane was expected. When she glanced at herself in the hall mirror she realized she looked a fright. Her hair was a mess and her eyes looked very red. A mess. Certainly no way to look for meeting her lover.
She finished the cup of coffee she'd poured herself and then hurried upstairs to bathe and put on some makeup. She wanted to look alluring for Jane.
It was all very exciting and a lot of fun. It reminded her of when she was a teenager and was first dating boys. It had that kind of thrill to it.
She ran the bath, making it good and hot. Then she took off her robe.
In the big bathroom mirror she looked at her naked body. Doris was in good shape, for her age or any age.
She smiled, patting her tight belly. Then she grazed her hands back over the smooth, round cheeks of her ass. She gave a little wiggle, shaking her big, round ass at the mirror.
She thought about some of the other women her age that she knew. They got married and let themselves go to pot. Curlers in the hair all the time. Doris wondered if some of them ever took the curlers out.
But Doris sympathized with them. Perhaps she too would be starting to sag if she hadn't brought something fresh into her life. Doris realized to what extent she kept herself looking good for the pleasure of her lover, Jane.
Doris trailed a finger up between her thighs. When she touched her cunt she shivered. Soon Jane's probing fingers would be on her, and then her long, wet tongue, touching her in places that no one else had ever explored.
The tub was nearly filled now and she stepped into the steaming water. She lay back, stretching her legs out. She closed her eyes and sighed.
With her eyes closed she conjured up an image of Jane doing something typically erotic. She could see Jane's luscious cunt hovering over her mouth, moving down slowly. She was taunting Doris with it, making her leap up to suck it.
Doris slid her hand through the water and cupped her pussy. She rubbed back and forth, gently, hardly stirring the water, as she thought about Jane and the things they would be doing together in a little while.
She soaked for half an hour. Then she took a cold shower to bring herself back to life. As she was drying herself off with a towel, she heard the faint sound of the doorbell ringing downstairs. She was expecting only one person, of course, and that was Jane. She was a little early, though. If it was her. Doris held the towel to her front and hurried downstairs.
She opened the door, still expecting to see Jane there. But it was a man. He was wearing a cheap suit and his tie was stained and partly undone. He gave her an unpleasant smile, nodding his head and widening his eyes as he took in the sight of a beautiful, voluptuous woman, naked except for the white towel she held in front of her.
"Hello there, dear," he said, attempting to be suave but being only oil. "A great pleasure. My name's Bernie Martin. I'm gonna try and sell you some insurance, little lady."
"Oh ... no, no, thank you," she said, starting to close the door again. "I thought you were someone else."
He chuckled and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Somebody who likes you to meet him in that outfit?" he said with a laugh.
Doris gulped, blushing guiltily.
"You better go ... I don't need any insurance," she said, moving the door shut.
The insurance salesman put his foot through the doorway and moved inside, pushing the door back.
"Lady," he said, "if you would just give me a chance. I can be very convincing ... Maybe you'll find you'd rather have me here than that friend you're waiting for."
"No! Please, get out of here," Doris said, gripping his arm, trying to push him out and close the door at the same time.
The results were inevitable. She lost her hold on the towel. It slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground, leaving her lush body exposed to the greasy salesman. Coming right from the bath, her voluptuous flesh had a bright pink glow to it that was exciting to see. The salesman took his time looking at it.
"Out!" she said, deciding it was more important to get rid of him than to waste time picking up the towel.
As he stepped back through the doorway, the salesman stretched a hand out, sliding his fingers through Doris' light brown pussy hair and cupping her cunt.
"How about just one nice feel, huh, baby?" he said as she shoved him away. He stumbled and nearly fell to the ground but caught his balance in time.
"I'll call the police if you ever come here again," she shouted at him.
The salesman took one last look at her plump pussy and then backed away, smiling and winking at her. Then Jane did appear. She stared at the man and glanced to Doris, standing in the doorway. Doris gasped, then scooped up the towel and held it in front of her in a pointless and belated effort at modesty.
"And who the fuck, may I ask, was that?" Jane said. "I know I'm a little early. Did I interrupt something?"
Doris let the towel fall again. The best way to make Jane forgive anything was for Doris to flaunt her body and she proceeded to do that. Closing the door, Doris embraced Jane and kissed her on the lips.
Jane moved a hand up to the woman's cunt. She slid the tips of her fingers through the moist cunt meat and then pushed past Doris and gave her a good swat on the rump.
"Tease!" Doris laughed.
She felt like a young girl again when she was with Jane. She felt like some teenaged flirt enjoying sex and romance for the first time.
Jane walked into the living room. Doris paused for a moment and touched the inside of her cunt. The tender meat was already soaking wet.
"What's your rush?" she called and hurried after the other woman. "Would you like some coffee?"
Jane turned and smiled.
"You know I didn't come all this way to have a cup of coffee, right?"
"So, you are in a rush, huh? And I thought I was the horny one today."
"We both are then. That ought to make things very hectic, right?" Jane smiled.
"It's been a week, Jane. It seems like more than that. Months, maybe."
"Don't tell me you've been frustrated waiting for me? I don't believe it. With that stud of a husband lying next to you at night with his cock all thick and hard?"
"Don't be nasty, darling," Doris said. She knew that when Jane wanted to start an argument or get abusive she would bring up Doris' husband and their sex life. Jane had a great distaste for the male sex. Doris didn't know why her friend had to be so stuffy. Why couldn't she enjoy the pleasures of both genders the way she did?
Jane threw up her arms and sighed.
"I'm sorry. I can't help it if I'm the jealous type, can I, darling?"
"You're jealous of me? Why I bet you have a girlfriend in every town that you visit. Am I right?"
"Nonsense. You're the only one for me."
"Bullshit," Doris chuckled. "You must have forgotten some of your pillow talk. You'll have to remember not to drink so much when we go to bed. You've told me how much you enjoy making each new conquest ... especially when you can find somebody who's never swung your way before. You told me how much you love to be the first woman to put your tongue into the girl's cunt and make her come."
Jane cleared her throat and shrugged her shoulders.
"Yes, I can see I have spoken too freely on occasion," she said.
Doris laughed.
She went to the other woman and squeezed her hand.
"But that doesn't matter, because I know that we have something special. And because I know that my husband doesn't matter and your other girlfriends don't matter."
Jane hung her head. She smiled sheepishly and shook her head, sighing.
"You're something else," she said. "I wish that this relationship wasn't so hopeless."
"What do you mean, hopeless?"
"You know what I mean. It can go nowhere."
"Where would you like it to go, Jane?"
"Rio, how about there? Why don't you go upstairs and pack and the two of us will run away to Rio. I have enough money saved. What do you say?"
Doris burst out laughing in surprise.
"Rio? What on earth would we do there?"
"Anything we wanted, or nothing at all. We'd make love. Knowing the two of us that would take up a lot of the time. I guess we'd have to eat and sleep too."
"You're being silly and romantic," Doris said. "You know there are certain realities."
"Realities ... I don't want to hear about them."
And Doris knew it was better not to pursue this line of conversation. It would only make Jane mad to hear about the sense of responsibility Doris felt she owed her family, her daughter and her husband.
Jane pulled her forward then. Doris fell into her arms. The two women kissed. Jane's tongue slid down the other one's mouth. They embraced and writhed together. Jane touched Doris' tits. She lifted one up and tweaked the nipple, making the woman wince and sigh.
Jane smiled. She pressed her mouth against the tit and licked her tongue across the half-erect nipple.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice, so nice," Doris sighed. "Mmmm, lick them ... lick my hot titties."
Jane licked at the nipple till it hardened completely. It stuck out, stiff and purple. Doris moaned, her whole body shivering as a wave of warm pleasure moved through her naked form. Her pussy tingled and she could feel it moistening more and more with hot, sticky juice.
"Come on, dear," Jane said. "Let's go into the bedroom and finish this. I can't wait another minute. I've got to taste that sweet pussy of yours."
They embraced and moved down the hall.
Jane stopped her in the doorway and kissed her again. Doris kissed her back. They were embracing, struggling, moaning as they plunged their tongues down each other's throat. Jane ran her hands all over Doris' naked form, up and down her back and over the wide, round cheeks of her ass.
Jane cupped Mrs. Morten's big tits, lifting and rolling them under her open hands. She slid a hand down and brushed it across the tangled bush, sliding a finger into the cunt. Doris shivered and moaned.
"Mmmm, yes, yes, that's nice, that's lovely ... touch me, touch my hot pussy, darling ... oh yes, yes, your fingers feel so good in there."
Jane continued groping her. She moved her hands all over the warm, fleshy belly and buttocks. She scratched up between the cheeks of her ass, across the layer of springy hairs that grew there. She felt the lower edges of the cunt just beyond.
Around in front she pressed up against Mrs. Morten's firm, full titties. She relished the buoyancy of them and the stiff, purplish nipples.
She nuzzled her affectionately, licking her ear.
Jane whispered, "To the bed now ... I have to have you totally!"
They moved inside the bedroom, across to the bed. Only a few hours earlier Doris had been in that bed with her husband.
"Lay down, darling," Jane said. "Stretch yourself out and let me have a good look at you."
"Yes, yes ... "
Doris bounced onto the bed and lay back.
"Come on, open that pussy ... let's see how wet you are, you naughty girl."
Doris wiggled her ass across the bed sheet and stretched her legs far apart. A wave of pleasure went through her and she closed her eyes for a moment.
"Oh God, am I ever horny."
Doris undulated her hips, shaking her open pussy at her lover. Her cunt was wet and gleaming. She grabbed at her own tits, cupping them and pinching the erect nipples.
Jane looked down at her trembling with excitement.
"You do look good, my dear."
"Hurry up and get undressed, for God's sake," Doris said. "I'm going crazy."
"Just the way I like you."
Jane quickly stripped off her manly jacket and then her blouse. Her breasts were visibly aroused, the dark, thick nipples sticking out tautly.
Jane shivered when she grazed her fingertips across the erect buds. Then she moved to the bed and unzipped her skirt. She let it drop to her feet and stepped out of them.
"Help me with the panties, darling," she said.
Doris murmured, rolling on her side and reaching out to the half-naked woman. There was a wild, depraved expression on Doris' face that none of her closest friends would have recognized. It was not the Doris Morten that any of them were familiar with.
She gripped Jane's panties by the silky crotch and tugged down on them, pulling them away from the cunt.
"Ooooh, my, my, you're pulling on my pussy too, darling," she said.
Doris took another grip and pulled the panties down. She revealed a thick thatch of black cunt hair. The dark hairs were tightly curled, a solid patch like some large black powder puff.
Doris pulled the panties down to Jane's knees and stared at the bush and the glimpse of pink slit that was visible. Then she pulled the silky underwear the rest of the way down. Jane kicked them off her feet and spread her legs.
"Oh yes, that's nice," Doris whispered.
She was leaning over the side of the bed. She smiled as she saw the high-heeled shoes that Jane kept on her feet. Her eyes moved up the long legs. They were encased in black stockings that were hooked to a black garter belt.
It was one of her typical erotic outfits. In the beginning, Doris found it very strange to make love with someone wearing their shoes in bed, but Jane explained the erotic nature of wearing her high heels and Doris began to understand what it was all about. Once Jane had showed her that the heels were not just for show. They had one very practical use when they were making love.
Doris hoped this would be one of those times when Jane would use the heel of her shoe in that particular way. It was a very stimulating use she had for it.
Doris looked at Jane's fat cunt. She licked her lips and sighed as she gazed into it. Jane reached down and took one of Mrs. Morten's hands, bringing it right up to her cunt. Doris slid her fingers through the tightly-curled hairs and in against the pussy hole itself.
"Mmmmm ... yes, yes, feel my pussy, Doris, darling ... oh God, how I love it when you touch me!"
Doris massaged the warm pussy. Jane opened her legs wider and raised her crotch out, opening herself even more for Doris' eager attention.
"Your cunt feels really hot today," Doris said. "And so wet too."
"All for you, darling."
The hole was well-lubricated. The cunt muscles twitched and squeezed as Doris teased her.
Jane trembled. The meaty thighs shook and the woman threw her head back and moaned.
"Oh God, when you touch me ... "
Doris let two fingers be pulled inside by the grasping cunt muscles. She dragged them back out and then lunged them inside again, pumping through her now, making her gasp and gyrate her hips. The cunt seemed to open wide now, as if ready to turn in on itself. The gleaming pink meat shimmered and twisted.
Doris pressed on, slowly slipping her thumb inside, moving it up further and further. Jane's cunt spewed and bubbled. It sucked at the hand. The jaws of the cunt snapped shut and Doris half feared that her hand would be broken. She worked the fingers in and out, stretching out against the warm, wet walls of the pussy hole.
"Mmmmm, touch me, touch me, yes, yes, my cunt ... that's so nice, so nice," Jane sighed.
The cunt became wetter as another layer of sticky juice flowed out of it. Doris' hand soaked up the honey. It bubbled and squeaked between her fingers.
Jane groaned loudly, biting her lips, shaking her head. She reached down and grasped at Mrs. Morten's head, stroking her hair and touching her bare back and shoulders.
Doris continued, moving her hand in and out, squeezing, twisting at the heated cunt.
Suddenly, Doris slid most of her hand out and moved her head down. She slid her tongue down under the tangled cunt hair, down to the taut flesh at the tip and the bulging red clitoris.
"Ohhhhh! Yes, yes ... god, yes, lick my clit, oh, ohhhh, that's wonderful! Mmmmm!" Jane cried.
They wrestled like that for another minute or two. Then Jane made Doris spread out on the bed.
Doris stretched out. She tingled all over, feeling a sense of reckless abandon.
Jane rolled over Doris and caught one of her titties in her mouth. She closed her lips on the extended nipple and sucked on it. Doris felt a heady wave of excitement wash over her whole body.
She inhaled and her tits rose up into the other woman's active lips and hands. Jane's mouth dripped saliva. She munched on the big tits like they were some long-awaited meal. She licked and sucked, running her mouth all around the long nipples and the red aureole.
Doris moaned loudly, "Mmmmmm, yes, yes, that's nice, so nice!"
Her breasts were always very sensitive and Jane seemed to know just what to do to bring out the most pleasure from those big melons.
Now Jane twisted one of the big tits up and opened her mouth wide to it, swallowing down on it just as if she were sucking up a man's big cock.
"Ohhhhh ... that feels so good, so good!"
Jane mumbled back at her as she kissed and sucked at the tip again. She continued to lick at the large, jiggling titties, while at the same time moving one hand down to resume her exploration of Doris' cunt. She pushed several fingers into it and revolved them around and around, sinking them deeper as she exerted more and more pressure. The cunt became more lubricated with spewing juice.
Jane slid her face off the swaying tits and began nibbling her way down along the lush body. Her lips trailed over a soft belly and she licked at the little navel, making Doris quiver and giggle with arousal.
"Oh ... ohhhhh, God, it's beautiful," she moaned.
She felt tingling waves of pleasure filtering through her, a stream growing in intensity with every passing second. Her cunt was undulating uncontrollably as Jane's mouth slid closer and closer. Her thighs stretched wide apart. She wanted to give Jane as much working room as possible.
Jane moved her tongue down into the hole. Her tongue slapped at the wet cunt walls. She licked up the juice and swallowed it slowly, enjoying the sharp, musky taste. Her nose sniffed noisily, inhaling the strong odor of her aroused pussy.
She toyed with the cunt, taunting it with her tongue, making it lurch and quiver and spew. Her fingers sought out Doris' clitoris, lifting it up from beneath its hood of taut flesh. She pressed down on the straining ruby. It seemed ready to explode as she touched it.
Doris groaned wildly, her body twisting and kicking. Jane held on. She lifted the clit up with the tip of her finger and then moved her teeth onto it. She sucked the clit in between her teeth and bit on it.
"Mmmmmmm! Oh God, ohhhhhh! Jane, Jane, what are you doing to me! Mmmmmm!"
Jane pressed her teeth down again, harder this time. Doris lurched as if in response to an electric shock. Jane teased her, letting the pleasure grow, then slowing it, letting it grow a little more and then stopping it. Doris' crotch leaped convulsively. She scratched her hands down through Jane's scalp, tugging on her hair and urging her on, pulling her forward.
"Oh, ohhhhh! Mmmm, more, more, that's so good, so good, yes, yes! My cunt's on fire!"
She pressed Jane's head down tighter, harder against her bubbling crotch. Her other hand grabbed at her own tits, squeezing violently on the sensitive, stiff nipples.
Jane bit at the clit till she feared it would burst in her mouth. She sucked and licked on it and rubbed her face all through the wet meat. She breathed deeply, filling her nostrils with the smell of hot pussy.
Then, suddenly changing her attack, Jane climbed up over Mrs. Morten, straddling her waist. Jane's thick bush scratched across the other's rounded belly. Doris groaned, nearly out of her mind with lust. She was on the verge of a tremendous climax from Jane's attack on her clit. But now she was maddeningly on the brink of it, hovering there without going forward.
"Your pussy's so wet," Doris said hoarsely, staring into Jane's open, pulsing vagina.
Jane leaned forward and covered Mrs. Morten's face with her chest, dangling her large, melon-shaped tits over Doris' mouth.
"Lick them ... lick them, honey, lick my big, firm titties," Jane moaned. She was becoming her usual zany self when she reached a certain level of arousal.
She shook her tits in Doris' face. Doris gasped and excitedly reached out for them. She jabbed her wet lips at the fleshy fruit. She steadied one with her hand and fed it far into her mouth.
"Mmmmm! Ohhhhh, yes, yes, yes! Suck it!"
Mrs. Morten's tongue swam over the soft flesh and the stiff nipples. Jane moaned and shook.
"Bite them! Bite my tits, darling!"
Doris exposed her teeth to the stiff red nipple and enclosed it. She bit down harder and harder. Jane winced. She snorted. Her head shook up and down and she cried out for Doris to continue.
"But harder ... harder! Bite me, dammit ... don't play the sweet housewife with me!"
Again Doris bit down on the straining nipple. She was taunted by Jane's insult and went after her with real violence. She nearly bit right through the nipple in her mouth. Jane convulsed and moaned, shaking her tits. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was hanging out of her face, dripping saliva. Her nostrils flared and snorted. Doris half expected to see her breathing flame.
"Bite the other one now, darling!" Jane cried.
Doris gulped and moved to the other tit. She bit down on it. Jane groaned and shook and her head twisted in half circles as she responded to the waves of pleasure and pain that went through her.
Jane began moving her ass, sliding down further along Doris' body. Their pussies became linked, the two curly bushes meshing together. Jane ground her crotch down hard and Doris moaned and lifted her cunt up to meet it.
"Oh God, that feels so good, your cunt on top of mine like that!"
She reached back to Jane's ass and dug her nails into the tender meat. She spread the cheeks apart and her left hand slid in till the tip of her middle finger pressed against Jane's asshole. Jane rose up and Doris felt the sphincter straining open. She pushed her finger deep inside Jane's asshole and then drew it out again.
Jane gasped, "Ohhhhh! Yes, yes, yes, I'm on fire! God, I'm so horny!"
Waves of pleasure moved through her. She was sweating profusely now. She licked the saliva drooling from her lips and her eyes glowed with a wild intensity.
Doris was also in the throes of hot passion. She had been on the verge of an orgasm for minutes now. It was a maddening and exquisite sensation to be suspended there in that sensitive place at the verge of climax. She held herself tensed, ready to feel a torrent of ecstasy at any moment.
Now Jane moved down on the other woman's body. She stopped for a moment and stretched up to kiss Doris on the lips. Then she moved down again, trailing her lips along the woman's body till she reached the cunt and the soft bush.
"Yes, yes! Kiss it, Jane, kiss my cunt!"
Jane's hands caressed and tickled her belly as she moved down. She took hold of Doris' thighs and pushed them further apart. Jane smiled with an almost maternal warmth when she looked at the woman's fat cunt and puckered asshole. Jane moved a finger to her asshole and rubbed at it. She twirled the fingertip around and around before plunging it inside. She pushed it in to the hilt. She twisted it and pumped it back and forth. Doris groaned and sobbed.
"Ohhhhh! Mmmmmm! Yes, yes, yes!"
Jane's tongue moved into the pussy. She pushed her nose in too, sniffing noisily at the strong, sexy odor. Jane's fingers held the cunt lips open wide, allowing her to push as much of her face inside as she could fit. The finger combed through the brown fur on the sides and above the hole. Doris shook and groaned. Her hands rolled into tight fists as violent pleasure roared through her, rocketing up her body as Jane's long tongue lapped inward, deeper, faster, harder.
And now Doris exploded. The climax that was waiting to go off for so long finally moved through her. Doris convulsed, lifting into the air for a moment and taking Jane along with her. She groaned and cried and the pleasure shot through her, a seemingly unending wave of it.
"Ahhhhhh! That's wonderful, Jane, oh, ohhhh, yes! It feels so good, so fucking good!"
And it did. She didn't know why, but these mighty orgasms she had with Jane were much better than any she ever had with Howard. He was a good lover, she supposed, but he couldn't make her come the way Jane could.
Doris seemed to reach her peak again and again, only to find another, higher crest looming just ahead. She screamed as the latest rush of ecstasy moved through her. She grabbed Jane by the ears, nearly ripping them right off.
"Ayyyyyyy!" she screamed. "Oh, that's good, so good! Don't stop ... no, no, don't stop yet!"
She laughed like a madwoman, the pleasure making her lose her mind.
Jane resumed sucking. She licked up the juice that was flowing out of the cunt. She rolled her tongue around and around while the cunt burned hotter and hotter. She moved from the hole to the bulging clitoris and then down to take a couple of quick licks at Doris' asshole.
"Oh God, this is too much, too much ... mmmm, yes, yes, it is!"
Doris thought her legs now felt like molten lava, a blazing heat running up and down them. Jane continued to lick at her, holding her mouth to the hole.
Doris finally became convinced that the pleasure would never end. But it did, eventually, and she sighed and took deep breaths. Her heart was beating so hard she could hear it. She looked down at Jane, pulling her tongue in. It was limp and raw from all that sucking. Jane rested her face against Doris' curly pussy hairs.
"My favorite," she whispered. "Of all."
Doris reached down and caressed Jane's head. It was wonderful, better than ever. It was amazing how they could keep beating their last record. But Doris didn't think she would be able to stand a better orgasm than this one. It would probably prove fatal, she thought.
Jane now crawled up from Mrs. Morten's crotch and lay in her arms. They kissed and embraced. Jane grinned and ran her hand through the girl's hair.
"You're wonderful," Doris whispered.
"And you're beautiful," Jane said. "Not to mention the fact that you taste so good and fresh."
They lay together, kissing and hugging. Doris felt wonderful. It was a real workout, though. Sex with Howard was seldom like this anymore.
They lay together. Jane was staring at her friend who was gazing dreamily into space.
"What are you thinking about, sweetie?"
Doris shrugged.
"Nothing ... just thinking, that's all."
"You don't have to think about it, you don't have to talk about it. You just have to do it. And speaking about doing something, how do you feel about giving me my turn?"
"What? What do you mean, I don't understand ..."
"You know what I mean. Stop playing the little innocent for me, dearie," she laughed. "Suck my cunt now. Get ready for it."
Doris gulped, licked her lips and sighed.
CHAPTER TWO
Howard Morten drove his Pontiac up to the curb near the corner. He looked at his watch. It was quarter to six. If everything went as planned then he would be seeing her any minute now, he thought.
It had taken Morten two weeks off and on to figure out the girl's schedule. If nothing went wrong then tonight was the perfect night to strike.
All day, at the office, he had been in a state of heat, dreaming of what would happen when night fell. Even now, as he sat in his car, his cock throbbed with an intensity that was almost unbearable. Rhythmically, he rubbed his hand back and forth over the crotch of his trousers. At the same time, he continued to stare in his rear-view mirror and watched for the first sign of the girls coming out of the school.
He licked his lips. His mouth had gone very dry as the big moment got closer and closer. There was plenty of reason for him to be anxious. Every time he went out on one of these jaunts Mr. Morten was risking everything. His job, his reputation, his family, his freedom itself, were all at stake if something went wrong and he miscalculated his pursuit.
But, of course, the danger was part of what made it all so exciting.
Now, in the mirror, he caught sight of movement at the door to the building. It opened and several girls came out all at once.
Morten twisted around in his seat and looked back at them. He didn't trust the reflection of the mirror. This demanded a direct confirmation. But dusk was falling and it was not easy to distinguish one girl from the other. The three walked down the path to the pavement.
Morten strained to see. Two of the girls walked on the other way and the third started in his direction. He watched carefully. The girl passed the car. She was a short brunette. The wrong one.
He cursed under his breath and looked back to the mirror again. A few seconds later the door opened and a quartet of teenaged girls came through it. Two of these stood by the door, conversing. The other two waved to them and walked away.
Morten looked through his back window with mounting excitement. He couldn't really make out the face yet, but he noticed something that told him she was there.
The girls separated. He saw her then. Yes, it was her. He shifted over to the passenger side and rolled down his window. His flesh tingled as he got ready to act.
She walked towards the car, moving slowly, casually, as she always did, Morten knew.
She came along the sidewalk, reaching the car. For a moment Morten enjoyed her lovely profile, her youthful beauty. The turned-up nose, the pouty lips, the eyes that sparkled even in the dusk. Her hair was long and golden, draping round her shoulders and over her round breasts. It was hair like Cindy's, Morten thought. Hair just like that on his beautiful young daughter.
The girl moved along, but that moment was like an eternity as he stared at her. Then, just before it was too late, he snapped out of his reverie and called to her.
"Hello ... excuse me there, Miss? You, yes."
The girl stopped. She bent to look in at him through the window, her eyes wide. She looked as if she was expecting to recognize the person calling to her.
Then she realized it was a stranger and she became quizzical as she looked in at him.
"Did you call me?" she said.
"Yes, I did. Can I ask you something, please?" Morten said, his friendliest smile on his face.
"Is there something wrong?" she said.
Morten held his breath as she put her face in the window. This was his first close-up view of her and it was everything he wanted and then some. He smiled awkwardly and swallowed hard a couple of times.
"Yes, well, there might be something wrong," he chuckled softly.
"Can I help you?" she said.
She was so beautiful, he thought. Her voice was more pleasant and girlish than he had even hoped.
"I've gone and gotten myself lost," he said.
"Oh," she smiled. "I figured it was something like that. Where did you want to go?"
She was the amiable sort who was prone to think good of people, even strangers, rather than bad. All just as he had hoped.
"You look like you know your way around here," he said. "I'm looking for Celtic Street. Do you know that street, Miss? Is it far from here?"
Morten did his best to sound sincere, even though his lines were all contrived in advance.
As expected, she was surprised by the street name that he gave her. Her lovely brown eyebrows rose up and she laughed softly.
"Celtic Street? Really? What number were you looking for, Mister?"
"Thirty-six. Is it very far from here?"
The girl moved closer, putting her arms on the door and leaning her head through the window. Morten tried not to show any emotion as he stared at her. Her lush lips were wet and parted and for a moment he had an image of those lips swallowing his hard, throbbing prick.
As he stared at her, his prick was throbbing so hard that he thought it would split through his pants. He swallowed hard several times and cleared his throat.
The girl glanced around at the interior of his car, as if making sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary here. A distant memory of being told not to talk to strangers kept her from being completely open. But she wasn't a child any more, after all, she thought.
"What's the matter?" Morten said.
"Oh ... sorry," she smiled. "Well, I was just trying to remember if I've ever seen you before. See, I live on Celtic Street myself. As a matter of fact, I live just three houses down from the one you want."
Morten pretended surprise.
"Is that right? How about that. Small world, as they say. I stop somebody for directions and it turns out they're going to the same place."
"Thirty-six. That's old Mr. Turner's place, isn't it? Are you a relative of his or something?"
"Yes, that's ... uh, that's right," Morten said. He cleared his throat and tried to keep from seeming suspicious but that last was an improvisation and he wasn't entirely comfortable doing that. He'd had another cover story to give her but this one sounded better, as long as he didn't step into a hole with it, he thought.
"His relative?"
"Yes ... we're cousins," he said.
"Cousins? But he's so old. How could you be his cousin? You must be thirty years younger or so, right?"
"My mother was the youngest sister, actually. Quite an age spread there."
"Oh, I see." She was leaning through the window now, quite relaxed, her guard down finally. "I didn't think he had any relatives at all. He's always alone since his wife died. He's something of a hermit. Nobody ever sees him. My mother says he could die and no one would know it."
Morten nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I thought I'd pay the poor guy a visit and try and cheer him up. You think he'd like that?"
"Gee, I guess so. That's real nice of you. I bet he'll be real glad to see you, Mr.-"
"Steve. Call me Steve," Howard Morten said.
"Okay, Steve. My name's Connie," she said.
Morten shivered. Connie. It was very close to Cindy, his daughter's name.
"Will you be staying with him for long?"
"I really don't know, Connie. That depends on him, I guess. And I have to get there first."
She laughed.
"Well, it's easy to get there, Steve. It's about a fifteen minute walk, but only five or so to drive it. You just go down this street three more blocks and then turn left. You go all the way to the end of the road, turn left and then it's the first street on the right."
Morten sighed and looked helpless.
"Left, right, left ... Heh, I think I'm going to get lost all over again, to tell you the truth. Say, are you on your way home right now?"
"Yeah, sure. I just finished practice with the girls' swim team. We meet three times a week after school."
"Well listen, Connie, why don't I give you a ride home since we're both going that way. You can show me the direction so I don't get lost."
She weighed this in her mind for a moment, then said, "Yeah, that's a good idea, I guess."
"Sure. Get right in here," Morten said, opening the car door for her.
The teenager climbed in beside him and shut the door. Morten's eyes carefully scanned her figure. He watched her braless titties bounce up and down as she fell into the seat.
The nipples were sticking out prominently through her blouse. He had all he could do to keep from reaching out and grabbing at those lovely tits right then and there.
His hands balled into fists and he swallowed hard, forcing a smile to his lips. His gaze dropped down for a moment as she was settling herself, moving closer to him on the seat and stretching her legs apart for a few seconds.
Her short skirt rose up as her legs parted and he got a glimpse of her creamy thighs. It took his breath away and he had to look away before she could notice his excitement. It wouldn't do to give the game away this soon. Some of the other schoolgirls were still nearby. This was the wrong place to make any kind of scene.
Morten put his hands on the steering wheel and looked ahead. He took a few deep breaths and then put the car in gear and touched the accelerator. He started off slowly, glancing at her. Connie was relaxed, at ease.
"Hold on, Connie," he said. "I like to drive fast."
He pressed down on the accelerator and they surged forward down the tree-lined street. The girl turned sideways so she could face him while he was driving. Her legs were folded up on the seat, the skirt brushed back to her thighs. She had a gentle smile on her red lips.
"You say you were practicing with the swim team, huh, Connie?" Morten said.
"Yeah. We've got a big meet next Monday, as a matter of fact. We hope to take it."
He should have guessed it was the swim team, Morten thought, glancing at those big breasts of hers heaving against her blouse. Swimming was good for the tits. His daughter liked to swim and her tits were magnificent and it was likely they would get even larger and firmer before she finished growing. Connie's nipples seemed to expand before his eyes as he looked at her. She saw him staring and smiled. Morten was almost mesmerized by her youthful beauty and it was only when the car threatened to run onto the sidewalk that he glanced back at the road.
They drove for about a minute before he turned to her and spoke.
"Hey, Connie, instead of going right to my uncle's place, what do you say if we go for a little ride?"
"A ride? Where?"
"No place special. Just so we can be alone. Someplace where nobody will see us for half an hour or so."
Connie gave him a surprised look. This was the crucial moment, Morten knew. This would be the moment when he would know whether force would be needed or not.
The girl seemed to be pondering something. Her eyes moved from his face to the crotch of his pants. She chewed on her lower lip. Slowly, her lips curled into a smile and her eyes twinkled.
Morten wondered what was going on in her mind. This was the moment of anxiety, when his nerve might fail him. If the girl realized what he was up to and objected this would be the moment when he would have to go into action. He knew that he was capable of it, that he had done it before, but there was always a chance it would all blow up. And then what? A scandal. Arrest. Prison.
The girl was thinking about a conversation she had had just the other day with a few of the other girls. One of them was going out with a college senior and had been lecturing the rest on how much better an older man was in bed. These high school teenagers, she had said, were inept by comparison. They didn't know how to make you feel like a real woman. Not at all. It took someone with experience to know how to handle you, how to make you come alive.
She looked at the older man's pants and saw that there was quite a bulge there. Connie wondered how much truth there was in that idea about older men. He was quite a bit older, of course. Hardly a college senior. But he was rugged and pretty good-looking for an old guy. She wondered what he had in mind with this ride idea of his. But that bulge gave her a pretty good indication of where his mind was. She shifted slightly on the seat and felt her cunt quivering. She could feel a trickle of moisture coming out of the tight pink hole.
Connie moved her thighs close together and rubbed them back and forth. A thrill shot up from her crotch. She smiled uncontrollably and glanced at the driver again.
"My, uh ... my parents might get worried about me if I was to be gone long," she said.
Morten's throat had gone dry. He coughed and chuckled nervously.
"We wouldn't be gone long, sweetheart," he said. "Just for a, you know ... a little ride."
Morten felt tense and excited. He thought he was picking up a certain vibe from the girl but he didn't want to miscalculate and scare her off.
"It'll be fun, Connie," he said. "The two of us. Just for a little while. I bet you'd enjoy yourself."
Connie thought back to that girl's "lecture" about the older man. The girl was quite graphic about the fucking she got from that college man. "I came and came and came!" the girl had laughed. And Connie remembered envying her. Connie wanted an experience like that. Very badly.
"Do you really think so?" she said to the man named Steve. "I mean, about me enjoying myself."
"I can almost promise you," Morten said in what he hoped was his sexiest voice.
She sat forward for a long moment before speaking again. Then she turned to him and shrugged.
"Okay," she said. "I guess."
There was no sense in being overly enthusiastic. This was still a risky game she was playing. She knew the stories about rapists picking up young female hitchhikers. But he didn't look like that type. Connie had a definite mischievous streak. Sometimes it got her into trouble but more often it got her more than her share of fun.
Morten smiled nervously when she gave her okay. He drove on determinedly, staring straight ahead.
Connie watched him and smiled. Subtly, she moved a hand to her lap and pressed down on her crotch, feeling a wave of pleasure ooze out when she pressed down.
Connie hoped she would have a better story to tell the girls at school than that one about the college stud. This was definitely ... kinkier, she thought. After all, the man was old enough to be her father.
They drove for another ten minutes. Connie didn't comment on the fact that Morten now seemed to know just where he was and where he was going.
Then they pulled off the road. He drove cautiously to the edge of the hill, clearing the edge on one side and the trees on the other by only a matter of inches. He turned the car left and stopped when they were out of sight of the road. Morten turned off the engine and took the key out. He didn't look at the girl right away. He took several deep breaths and let them out first.
Connie was tense and excited. She blinked rapidly and her breasts were rising and falling. Now she wondered if she had done the right thing or made some terrible mistake. Her cunt was still sending out messages, though, and she tried to keep her mind off negative thoughts.
Wanting to reassure the girl that he meant her no harm-at the moment-Morten put a hand out to her and caressed her gently.
"Come here, Connie."
He smiled and waved to her. She shifted towards him and Morten touched her on the cheek, then let his hand slide along her throat and down to her shoulder, down over her big, firm tits. His fingers pressed at the nipples that were practically popping through the blouse.
He moved his hand down to her stomach then, trailing his fingertips along her skirt till he touched the bare flesh of her leg. He pressed his palm down and then closed his fingers around the smooth flesh of her thigh.
His other hand reached up to her wrist and brought the arm towards him. He placed her hand on his crotch. His cock was throbbing violently by now and she could feel it. She caught a breath and swallowed hard as her hand moved over that hard, pulsing bulge.
"You like what you feel?" he said.
Connie made a noise at the back of her throat, wet her lips, then nodded her head with a jerking motion.
Morten smiled at her. He moved his hand up along her leg, over the creamy, warm, teenaged meat. He moved under the hem of her dress and slid up towards her pussy. He could feel the tension in her body, the legs trembling slightly, the hands unsteady. Her lips were quivering too, glistening with moisture. The girl was feeling a combination of lust and fear. She was still taking a very big chance, she knew, in allowing this to happen.
For one long moment Morten held still, his hand a few inches from her crotch. Her hand was squeezing at his erection, pressing down on the pants and sending waves of pleasure shooting through him. Morten was savoring the moment, enjoying this fantasy coming to life, just as he had dreamed it. So far, anyway. There was still plenty of time for things to go wrong. But now he felt confident. Everything was so perfect up till now, there was no reason for anything to happen. No, he would see this one through to the end, he thought, his body trembling with lust.
God, he thought, she does remind me of Cindy. He always looked for someone resembling his daughter when he went on these hunts, but often he had to settle for a compromise. This time he'd found one who could almost have been Cindy's ... sister. Yes, another lovely blonde daughter from my seed, Morten thought excitedly.
His hand moved the rest of the way up to the cunt. He pressed in and felt the crinkling of her pussy hair through the nylon panties she was wearing.
Connie squirmed and sighed. She bit down on her lower lip and her eyes seemed to take on a strange glow.
"Oh ... oh my," she gasped.
Morten turned his hand down so that he was now cupping her pussy. Connie parted her thighs, opening her cunt for him. He rubbed his hand up and down, up and down. Connie twitched spasmodically. Her eyes closed and she exhaled deeply through her cute, upturned nose.
Morten had to take a couple of deep breaths himself. The excitement was getting to be too much for him. He hadn't expected it to be quite like this, handed to him on a silver platter, in effect.
As he held his hand against her cunt, he slipped off his shoes and with his free hand he began to open his pants, sliding the zipper down. Connie's hand was still on his crotch. Her fingers were trembling. They both knew that things were getting serious now, past the point of no return. He would have his cock out in another moment or two, and then he would have it inside her.
Morten's grip on her pussy tightened. He clenched the nylon and pulled on it. She groaned as the synthetic was peeled away from her damp pussy meat.
When he pulled the panties down till they were no longer touching her pussy, he moved his fingers back to the hole. Connie let out a kittenish cry when he touched the bare meat. He moved his palm around and around and then, as he felt the lips parting and her warm juices seeping out, he stuck a finger into her hole. He pushed it deep inside. Connie cried again. Her hips ground around and she gasped and twisted her head in a circle. Morten pushed deeper and then turned his hand, screwing the finger and scratching at her. He stuck another finger inside and then eased them back and forth. He could hear the squishing of her juices moving over his fingers.
"You like that, Connie?" he whispered, jabbing her with a sudden movement.
She closed her eyes again and shook her head as her body quivered uncontrollably.
"Y-yes ..."
She let out a deep breath and her tits jiggled inside that loose blouse she was wearing. Morten stared at the two melons inside. Their shape was clearly distinguishable and the nipples were still poking out tautly.
"I want to see your breasts, Connie," he said. He forced a smile to his lips as if to show that his intentions were somehow honorable and friendly.
Connie gulped. He could feel her cunt muscles twisting and clenching as he moved his fingers around inside her.
The girl put her hand to her blouse and started unbuttoning it. Morten tried to hide his surprise. She was turning into his most willing victim by far. At some point they all became accomplices, of course, even the ones who were most outraged, the ones who demanded violence. There came the time when he could see the change, the glow in their eyes, the pussy becoming wet, receptive. And that was the most pleasurable moment of all for Morten, when he had broken their spirit and made them feel the same lust he was feeling.
But with Connie there was no need to fight for that. She was already quite aroused and ready for him. She opened her blouse now and exhibited her tits. They were beautifully-formed, plump melons, sloping in a perfect curve. The flesh looked smooth and tender. The nipples were a dark red, sticking out and quivering.
Morten moved his free hand to her chest. He was almost reluctant to touch them, they looked so perfect and delicate dangling there, the nipples taut and tender. But he did touch them, grazing his fingertips across one nipple and then the other. Connie gasped. Her eyes closed and she stretched her head back, tingling from the touch.
He touched her cautiously for a few seconds and then he was filled with excitement and his hands became more grasping, squeezing as much of the smooth flesh as he could. He pinched a nipple between two fingers, pulling on it till the girl groaned. She didn't open her eyes, though. Her head was still stretched back. She moaned and licked her lips.
"Oh ... oh God," she murmured.
Morten leaned towards her. His lips came down on one of the erect nipples. He took it into his mouth and chewed on it softly.
"Mmmm ... that's ... that's nice," the girl sighed.
As he licked at her tits he continued to probe in and out of her pussy. Connie, meanwhile, moved her hand around on his crotch. Now, with the pants open, she could slide her fingers inside and grab at the front of his shorts. She felt the huge thing inside, like some angered animal twisting and heaving, waiting to be released. Connie didn't need to be coached on what to do next. She moved in under his shorts and touched the warm cock meat. Pausing for a moment as she caught her breath, Connie moved her hand down deeper and then curled her fingers around the thick shaft.
"God, yes, feel it, squeeze it," Morten sighed. "Grab that cock you beautiful thing."
She squeezed. She felt how large the cock was, how thick and hard. She grew more and more excited, grabbing and scratching. Morten squirmed. He could feel his cock oozing sperm and the liquid bubbled and dripped down on her fingers.
She pumped his cock. It was awkward to do it under the shorts but she was making a good attempt. Up and down, up and down her soft, small fingers pumped him, gripping the thick meat, feeling the veins throbbing, expanding.
Morten mashed his face hungrily against her tits. This was what it was all about. This was why he took the great risks, he thought. And this was why it was all worthwhile.
He licked and sucked on the nipples. Connie moaned and shook her tits at him. And all the while her fingers continued to scratch and grip at his cock, pumping it up and down and feeling that warm, bubbling come sliding down.
Morten leaned back from her then. It took some effort to pull away from her breasts but he had an urgent desire to feel her lips on his prick.
He shifted out of his pants and underpants, leaving them down at his ankles. His cock stood up tall and Connie looked at it in amazement. She didn't know if it was due to him being an older man or not, but his cock was certainly a lot longer and thicker than any she had been in contact with before. It was a beautiful, long pole, throbbing, a glowing red hue and dripping with creamy sperm.
At the tip was one clear bead of jism. It was like a diamond, perfect and beautiful, she thought. Her fingers went around the shaft again, squeezing him and making that perfect bead rise and break, drooling down to the rim of the head. She pumped him up and down several times.
"You like that, huh?" he said softly.
"Yes, it's beautiful."
Morten smiled excitedly. He slid his hand back to her cunt and moved two fingers into the hole. Connie quivered and squeezed his dick tight.
He put his other hand behind her head and pulled her towards him and down to his cock. Her eyes widened as she got closer to the huge organ. She had a good idea what he wanted but now it seemed a somewhat frightening prospect, to swallow such a huge hunk of meat. She was afraid that she might choke on the thing.
"Come on now," Morten urged. "Stick that thing in your pretty little mouth ... eat it up."
She murmured her assent, gulping and licking her lips several times. Her mouth opened and then closed again. It was so damned big, she thought. She hardly knew how to approach it. Her lips touched the wet tip. It was swollen and pulsing. The head was shaped like a huge mushroom and she ran her tongue around and around on it.
"Go on, kiss it, kiss it," Morten said.
He pressed her head down closer to his throbbing prick. Connie slid her lips around the big head. She ate it up, sucking air into her nostrils as she pressed down.
"Ohhhh! Shit, that's the way, sweetheart, that's the way to do it ... "
With her head bent down over him like that he could watch her and touch her and almost believe that it was his own daughter going down on him.
She pressed down, sucking up inch after inch. Then she paused, gagging for a moment and then continuing. Morten took one of her hands and led it down to his balls. She knew what to do. Her hand moved around his testicles and squeezed on them, twisting them this way and that. Morten shivered. His prick surged with more life than ever. Connie held the balls up as she pushed her mouth down. She breathed deeply through her nostrils. Her lips were stretched taut around his organ and she had more than half the shaft inside her mouth now. Morten shuddered and gasped, watching her eat him.
Waves of pleasure swept through him every time she moved up and down on the cock. She could take it all into her mouth now, ramming her lips right to the base and then rising up slowly till the cock nearly fell from her lips.
She moved faster, up and down, up and down, back and forth on the long, hot cock.
She certainly knew all the tricks, Morten thought. She had been around. Probably sucking off a score of stud school boys. It was a bitter thought, making him wince with jealousy. He couldn't help applying his thoughts to his own daughter and considering her sexual activities. It was hard to accept that his daughter was sucking and fucking those pimply boyfriends of hers.
He tossed his head back and shook it, shaking such thoughts out of his mind. They were no good for him, would only spoil the festivities. He looked down at her chewing his cock. His hand stroked her soft golden hair and he murmured and sighed as she continued bobbing up and down on the long prick.
"Oh Christ," he groaned. "I'm going to come, I think ... shit ... but don't stop yet ... no ... no!"
She sucked harder, ramming away at him, up and down, back and forth on the long, throbbing prick. Morten's body started convulsing. He didn't want to come in her mouth like this but he knew they had gone too far. She had taken him over the edge and there was no way back.
"Ohhhh! Shit, shit! I'm going to come ... you beautiful slut ... ohhhhhh!"
She squeezed his balls with both hands now, holding them up as she rammed her mouth down. Connie could feel the sperm boiling over, rising, shooting up the long shaft that she held inside her wet mouth. She continued milking him until she felt the first burst. A thick wad of sperm hit the back of her throat. She gagged and sputtered but didn't stop. Another wad shot out and she swallowed it right down, but there was more and still more and it was soon spurting from the sides of her mouth and drooling down her chin.
At last she pulled her mouth away and fell back from him, gasping for breath. Her lips bubbled with sperm. Morten stared at her and trembled with passion. Ecstasy raced through him. He glanced down at his cock and saw that it was still as hard as it was before he came.
Connie leaned against the door and stared at the cock like it was some frightening talisman. Her hand moved to her crotch and she clutched at the burning, drooling hole. She began moving her hand back and forth, tickling and caressing herself with a burning desire.
Morten grabbed his cock and squeezed it. The cock pulsed back at him. When he touched his balls and felt them quiver with arousal he knew that it was true. This was going to be one of those rare times when he could come a second time without any pause between ejaculations.
"You want to feel this inside your pussy, don't you, girl?" he snarled.
She gulped and nodded her head up and down.
"Y-yes ..."
He smiled excitedly.
"Let's get rid of those clothes," he said.
Together, they pulled her skirt off and the other garments she was still wearing. Morten held his breath. She was exquisite. Her skin was as smooth and taut as his daughter's. The tits were glorious, jiggling at her slightest breath or movement. And her pussy hair was like curled silk, light brown and thick. He gripped his cock and pumped it a few times.
"Come on ... get on me now," he said.
Connie gulped and nodded her head. She moved around, getting into position over him. She looked down at the big cock throbbing between her legs and she gulped.
She dropped down a little lower and felt the cock head graze across her cunt lips. She grabbed the prick, squeezing it near the base. Then she dropped down till the cock was inside her. Her pussy seemed to suck it up into her then. She gasped and twisted her hips, circling her cunt around the big, bloated cock head. Her pussy ate up some more of the hot meat. She was tense all over. Morten was touching her, running his hands along her sides, over the smooth cheeks of her ass.
"Sit down ... oh Christ, fast, now!"
He pulled her down the rest of the way. They both groaned at the full impact of his cock sliding through her pussy. Her cunt muscles squeezed at the throbbing shaft and then she began rising and falling on him.
Morten grabbed at her ass cheeks, maneuvering her up and down on him. But Connie seemed determined to find her own rhythm. She shook her hips and twisted out of the grip. Then she was bouncing up and down, faster and faster, back and forth, pounding her crotch over his cock. She rose and fell at a breathless, violent pace. She would lift up to the swollen tip of his prick and twist in a half circle before jamming her body back down and swallowing up every rigid inch.
Her cunt was soaked with sperm and pussy juice and made a loud, squishing sound every time she fucked up and down. She cried as if in pain and Morten knew she was starting to come now.
"Ahhhhh! Oh God, oh God, yes, yes!" the girl screamed. "Mmmmmm! That's so good, so good!"
Morten's strokes became more violent, in and out, faster, harder with every stroke. In and out of her burning cunt. He wanted to be there with her for she was definitely coming now. Her body leaped and heaved and shuddered. She bounced up and down and twisted this way and that. His fingers dug deep into the soft, creamy flesh of the young girl's ass. She bounced so hard that she nearly leaped right off his cock but her grasping pussy lips held tight at the last moment and she came down hard once more.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "Ayyyyyyy! Oh, oh God, yes, your cock, your hard cock ... ahhhhhh!"
"I'm there too my beautiful young thing," Morten growled. "Feel my hot come ... feel it!"
"Yes, yes! Ohhhhhh! Come! Fill me up, fill my pussy with your hot sperm!"
Her tits flew and bounced wildly. Morten let go of her ass and reached for the bouncing breasts, gripping that soft, plump flesh. The feeling of those breasts was the last straw for Morten. He convulsed as a wave of passion rushed through him. The pleasure shot up from his groin. His nails dug into her tits and then scratched down her stomach and sides, back to her round ass cheeks.
A river of come poured into her, more and more and more until it was flowing back out of her pussy and covering his thighs. He bounced her up and down, jerking out every last drop of his seed. And then he let her fall one more time and left her there, his burning cock still within her.
Neither one could speak for more than a minute. Then the girl pushed herself up, leaning back to the dashboard. She took a long, deep breath. Saliva drooled from her lips and she licked it off and wiped the rest with the back of her hand.
The girl heaved a sigh, making her breasts bounce. She smiled strangely. Morten stared at her, hypnotized by her great beauty and her youthful freshness even under these rather depraved circumstances.
It was worth it, he thought, as he watched her catching her breath, sitting astride his lap. It was worth the risk, the danger. And Morten knew that it wouldn't be long before he would go out again and hunt down another girl like Connie. Another substitute for the girl he craved the most.
Connie shifted over to the seat and found her clothes on the floor of the car. She started putting her things on. Morten didn't move till she was almost dressed. Then he reluctantly began dressing.
He wanted to say something to her but he couldn't find the words. Her own silence inhibited him.
He started the car and backed them out of their hiding place. Then they were on the road.
"I'll take you home ... or close to it," he said.
The girl glanced at him, gulped, and nodded her head.
Morten drove on, trying to keep from looking at her again. It was time to get rid of the evidence and go home to his family.
CHAPTER THREE
In the dim light of morning, Cindy Morten lay on her bed with the covers pushed down to her thighs. Her golden bush was exposed and so was the bright pink meat beneath it. Her cunt was wet, sticky with love juice that had drooled to the surface. Once again she was waking from an erotic dream that had left her cunt hot and aroused.
Now, not fully awake yet, she dreamily slid a hand to her open cunt. Her fingers moved over the petal-like lips. She massaged the tender area with a rhythmic caress. She sighed deeply, a wave of pleasure moving through her.
A frown creased her lips. No matter how many times she did this, or how instinctively, she always felt a touch of guilt when she played with herself. It was ingrained in her. Her mother had scolded her once that only very naughty girls touched themselves down there. She was much younger then, of course, but Cindy was sure her mother would feel the same way now.
But the girl couldn't help it. The urge was often just irresistible. The pleasure she felt whenever she caressed her cunt was exquisite. And she had a good defense, even if she didn't openly announce it. She knew that most of the girls her age masturbated. Many of them talked about it and exchanged stories and advice on the subject. Orgasms were important to a girl her age, Cindy thought. And a girl had to learn how to get the most out of her body.
Many of the girls, in fact, had started to branch out recently. They were dating-and fucking. Cindy herself had been seeing one boy regularly. Frank was his name. And Frank was getting impatient with her. He wanted to fuck her and she was reluctant to take that giant step just yet. There was so much pressure on her, she thought. She didn't know if she was coming or going. It was so hard to know whose advice to follow, your parents, your peers, or your own ideas.
Frank was quite a catch, she knew that much. She didn't want to lose him. He was a star athlete and many of the girls at school envied Cindy. She didn't want to lose him but she had a feeling she couldn't string him along for much longer. She would have to make up her mind whether she was going to stay a virgin or if she was going to let him fuck her.
It wasn't an easy decision. Ever since she had been old enough to understand what was being said, Cindy had listened to her mother and her rules of conduct, especially where sexual matters were concerned.
Cindy didn't want to hurt her mother. But mothers could be wrong sometimes. Still, she didn't look forward to having a confrontation.
Lately, she was thinking that she could have her cake and eat it too. It was possible that she could have some fun with Frank and her mother wouldn't have to know anything about it. But even at this idea Cindy was nervous, wondering if she could pull it off. She knew that she wasn't a very good liar and she had a feeling she would start to act guilty until her mother finally realized something was up.
Cindy sighed. It was all so complicated, so unnerving. And she didn't want to rush into anything.
For the moment she would have to make do with her fingers, she thought ruefully.
Cindy had grown into young womanhood almost overnight, it seemed. It was as if one day she was a skinny little girl with pigtails and the next a voluptuous thing with wide, full titties, wide hips and a plump but firm bottom. And then there was her pussy, the golden hairs growing over it and the wonderful sensations now coming out of it at certain times.
The change had been so fast that it seemed to shock some people who knew her. They found it almost distasteful. And Cindy was troubled by her father's attitude. He seemed the one most moved by her metamorphosis.
Thoughts of her father flashed through her mind now as she lay on the bed with her fingers touching her wet pussy. They were dirty thoughts, she knew, but she couldn't get them out of her mind.
She often thought about her mother and father, and what it must be like when they were fucking. It was a thought that made her uneasy and aroused.
Many nights, when she was supposed to be asleep, she heard noises from down the hall, from her parents' room. Once, she got out of bed and listened at the door and heard her mother moaning. She feared that her mother was in pain but was afraid to go down to the room.
And then she heard her mother's voice.
"Don't stop ... don't stop," her mother was shouting. "Ohhhhhh! That feels so good, so good ..."
Cindy was stunned. She knew what was happening, of course. She wasn't that innocent, even then. She stood there in the hall feeling very nervous and very curious. The moaning didn't stop. She tingled as she heard her mother making the noises of love.
And then Cindy started moving down the hall, in the direction of the noise.
The door was closed but there were keyholes in the doors of the old house. Cindy moved to the door and stopped.
"Mmmmm ... fuck me, darling ... fuck me!" cried her mother. "Mmmmmm! Stick it in, deeper, deeper!"
Cindy couldn't believe her mother was talking like that. She was always such a prude outside of the bedroom. But there was no mistake about it. It was the same voice that had scolded her and cautioned her so many times, telling her to be sure she never got involved with any boy.
Cindy kneeled down in front of the door. She took several deep breaths before she could bring herself to look through the keyhole. Inside, there was only one small nightlight on. It was hard to make out the figures grappling on the bed, but Cindy's imagination did most of the work. Her mother was on top, she could see that. She was shaking her head and wriggling wildly. Her moans were becoming more intense. Cindy's father, by comparison was almost silent, groaning now and then as they fucked.
Cindy was tingling all over. She licked her lips and her hand moved along her body, touching her budding tits. The nipples were already hard. She reached down to her cunt and cupped the warm crotch. A wave of pleasure shot through her and she almost lost her balance.
"Ohhhhhh! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Cindy shifted back, taking her eye from the keyhole. There was nothing to see now, in any case. Her mother had embraced her father now and only the shaking covers were visible. But the sounds coming from the bed were quite vivid.
Cindy crawled on the floor for a few feet and then got up and hurried back to her room.
It was quite an experience. Her body was still tingling as she climbed into bed and lay in the darkness, thinking about what she had just seen and heard.
It was terribly upsetting for the girl. She wondered why her mother was so dead-set against her having sex when she seemed to be enjoying it so much. Why did marriage make it okay to have that pleasure?
Cindy learned more about sex from her girlfriend Barbara. The girl lovingly described her sexual adventures, telling Cindy about the boy's cock and what he did with it. She would tell Cindy in great details, starting with the foreplay and the boy going down on her, licking her pussy and sticking his fingers into her.
For Cindy it was like being admitted into some secret world. When she would see one of Barbara's boyfriends in the halls at school she would become very self-conscious as she realized what she knew about him, the size of his cock and other intimate details.
And there was more. In bed the details would return to her. She would touch her pussy, trembling as she tried to imagine what Barbara did happening to her. She would run her fingers in and out of her cunt, feeling the juices start to flow and the heat increase, hotter and hotter.
But it was still somehow less than satisfying. She lacked something to make her fantasies come alive. She couldn't imagine the right details, having no actual experience to base them on.
Then one day Barbara brought to school one of her older brother's sex magazines. The two girls moved to a secluded section of the playground and looked at the magazine.
Cindy pored over the color photos of beautiful men and women fucking and sucking. Cindy gulped. Barbara grinned at her.
"Wow ... I didn't realize the cocks could get that big," Cindy said.
"Sure, honey."
They looked so strange, but beautiful too. Cindy felt the old familiar tingling. She felt an urge to start masturbating right there in the open.
She stared at one picture that showed a man sucking the girl's pussy. The girl seemed to be in ecstasy.
"That looks good," Cindy said softly.
"You better believe it ... a nice long tongue sliding in and out of you ... oh yeah."
Cindy nodded and stared at the photos in wonder. She committed some of the photos to memory that day, remembering the size and shape of those cocks. Now she didn't have to invent images, she had them at her command at night, under the covers in bed.
She remembered the cocks and the way they were sliding into those clutching cunts. And as she pushed her fingers in and out of her cunt, she began to put faces she knew onto the bodies with those enormous cocks.
This made it much easier for her to masturbate and she found that her climaxes were much stronger, sweeping over her and taking her breath away. God, she thought, if it could be this good when she jerked off what on earth would it be like when she was actually fucking with a guy?
Cindy found herself becoming more and more preoccupied with sex. In school she would start to daydream, staring at boys in the class and fantasizing about them. Her pussy would get wet and tingly and when she rubbed her thighs together under her desk it would send up waves of pleasure. Sometimes she would have to excuse herself and hurry to the bathroom where she could masturbate and climax. Then the process would start all over again in her next class.
But fingers, she knew, were no substitute for a cock, a living throbbing cock. Sooner or later she was going to have to take the big step, she realized.
The masturbating was becoming a habit as strong as any drug addiction. She was almost afraid of her sexual feelings. They could strike at any time, without warning.
Once, she was in the bathroom, pushing her fingers in and out of her cunt without a pause when the door opened. She had forgotten to lock the door in her hurry to get relief, and her mother stumbled in on her. Luckily, Cindy managed to cover up what she was doing. But the next time she might not be so lucky, and she dreaded the idea of her mother catching her doing something so "dirty."
Cindy tried to contain herself to the bedroom from then on, but it wasn't easy.
Her cunt would get so hot and sticky and uncomfortable. Like this morning, as she awoke. It was a little before seven in the morning. She didn't want the alarm clock interfering with her ecstasy so she reached over and pushed in the alarm button. Then she twisted back onto the bed and heaved a sigh.
Her pussy was tingling wildly. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember the details of the wet dream she'd been having before she woke up.
It must have been a very good one, she thought, to leave her in such a state of arousal.
A dreamy image of a muscular young man with a big cock reached her mind's eye.
She sighed. If only she could have the cock in bed with her, in the flesh, not just in her mind. She could see it throbbing, moving closer to her. She could see herself opening her mouth and licking her tongue around and around on the fat mushroom head of the prick. The balls dangled, big and hairy, quivering as she touched them.
She wanted to take a long time, to linger in this erotic atmosphere. But it was almost time to get up and get ready for school. Her parents would be up and about now. She didn't want either one of them catching her at it.
Hurrying, she concentrated on her erotic images and moved her fingers in and out of her cunt, easing them deep inside and then drawing back, out to the edges. She moved her thumb up and touched her clitoris. Her whole body jumped at that. "Ohhhh ... mmmmm," she murmured. She was wearing her short blue nightie this morning. It was crumpled up above her hips because of all the tossing and turning she'd done during the night. She wore nothing beneath the nightie and her pussy was open and exposed.
Cindy forced her eyes open and glanced down at her cunt, staring at the luscious pink meat and the golden hairs covering it. The hair and meat were moist. A layer of white foam had formed at the edges of the cunt lips.
It thrilled her to see her pussy in this state. She could almost imagine what the sight would do to any guy who happened to be near and this added to her excitement. She touched her clit again and her hips bucked into the air. When her clit was aroused and she touched it like that it was like moving a live wire against her cunt. She plunged two fingers up her pink pussy hole.
"Ohhhh," Cindy sighed as she felt her fingers become coated with a warm honey.
She slid the fingers back and forth, back and forth. They were really wet now and she couldn't resist raising them to her mouth and licking the cunt juice off of them.
Barbara had told her about that trick. Until then Cindy had figured that sticky stuff in her pussy probably tasted awful, like glue or something. But Barbara told her that when you were in the mood-and if there was a lot of that juice you were most likely in the mood-it tasted delicious. Men loved to suck it up, Barbara said, so why shouldn't a girl like the taste of it too?
She swallowed the honey and then moved her fingers back to her cunt. She used her other hand to touch her breasts. The nipples were hard, tingling and erect. She pulled one till it hurt and then moved to the other one.
Her cunt quivered violently. It was going to be easy to climax this morning. She rubbed back and forth, pushing the fingers deeper and deeper.
"Ohhhhhh ... oh yes ... yes, yes," she mumbled.
She turned her finger around and around inside her hot cunt hole. Around and around, faster and faster. She rolled it against the cunt walls, faster and faster, back and forth. More sticky honey drooled out from the depths of her pussy.
"Mmmmm! Oh God, ohhhhh!" she groaned with mounting pleasure, feeling the orgasm rushing forward now. There was no stopping it at this point, even if she had wanted to, which was the last thing in her mind.
Her sphincter muscle pulsed and flexed. Her whole pussy was shaking, coming to a boil. The juices poured out, more and more of them, drooling over her fingers.
She pushed another finger into the cunt and used the heel of her hand against her clit. She felt waves of pleasure shoot up through her body.
Her fingers moved in and out, back and forth, again and again. Sue rubbed and rubbed. She could hear the pussy juices moving through her fingers. In the silent room that slight sound seemed a cacophony.
She rubbed for another minute, the pleasure building higher and higher with every passing second.
"Oh God ... ohhhhhh!" she cried.
She cursed the fact that she was alone, no one there to enjoy this pleasure with her.
"Ayyyyyy ..."
The waves of pleasure hit her, one after the other. And then the big tidal wave of ecstasy, rushing through every part of her, right down to her tingling toes. Her fingers pumped back and forth in her cunt, in and out, again and again, harder, faster, in and out.
The pleasure swelled. It was so good this time she had trouble keeping her voice down. Her body was demanding she scream but her mind told her that was insane. Her parents would come rushing in to her rescue, thinking she was having some sort of attack. What a surprise they would have in store for them, she thought.
At last she passed over the crest of the highest peak. She began to descend, weightless, on a cloud of pleasure. Her breathing was deep and slow. She closed her eyes and panted and drooled.
She was still in the throes of her climax when she heard something that brought her back to earth at once.
She heard a sound outside her room. The floorboards creaked. It could only be one of her parents walking down the hah, but she hadn't expected them to call on her.
Sometimes, when she was late to get up for some reason, her mother came and gave her a call, but that was rare, and she wasn't anywhere near late yet. The alarm wasn't even due to go off for another several minutes and she set that with plenty of time.
The door opened. Cindy gulped, feeling very self-conscious because of what she'd been doing. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
She heard the creak of the door opening wider. Then there was a noise, footsteps, someone entering the room.
She let one eye open slightly, just enough to see what was happening. And then she gulped again. It wasn't her mother at all, it was her father.
She felt herself blushing uncontrollably. This was very unexpected. And what was he doing in her room? she wondered. She never knew him to come in there before, certainly not without announcing himself first.
She waited to hear him call out to her. She was stuck with the sleeping pose, she thought, but she was curious to know what he wanted there.
Her body stiffened. She felt a degree of shame, being in the same room with her father so soon after she was jerking off. It was as if she thought he could tell. And perhaps he could, she thought. Perhaps the smell of her wet cunt was still in the room and he'd know.
Now nearly a minute had passed and he hadn't said anything. At least there was no emergency, she thought. Cindy was tempted to open an eye and see what he was doing.
Then he was moving, coming closer. He came right up to the bed.
Cindy stiffened again and wondered if her father had seen the movement.
She felt him moving closer till she actually felt his breath on her. God, she thought, what is he doing?
She felt the bed sheet move. It was rising. He was lifting it up from her, pulling it away and exposing her body underneath. Cindy felt a slight chill as her nearly naked body was uncovered. Her father had to be looking down at her then and seeing her legs and her cunt hair and her pink meat.
She wondered if he could even see the clumps of white froth that were around the rim of the pussy hole.
Carefully, she let one eye open a bit and looked up to see her father staring down at her cunt. He was in his pajamas and one hand was touching his crotch, rubbing softly back and forth against his cock.
My God, Cindy thought. My God! My own father! What is he doing?
She felt fear and shock. It was as if the whole world had turned inside-out all of a sudden. It was all she could do not to cry out, to scream or jump away. But some instinct forced her to pretend she was sleeping. She couldn't face him with what he was doing. It was too much!
And then he was touching her. Cindy couldn't believe it, but those were his fingers moving onto her soft, teenaged body. His fingers grazed over her breasts and down to her bare crotch.
And then Cindy did shudder. She was still very sensitive down there, for one thing, having just finished climaxing. But her body would have convulsed in any case from the incredible circumstances.
She was afraid that would be the decisive moment. Her father would realize she was awake or that he had awakened her. But it was as if he were too preoccupied, almost in a trance, and didn't notice the movement of her body. He touched her again, caressing the golden curls on her pussy.
And then he was reaching down some more and touching the wet meat of her cunt. Cindy trembled. It was all she could do not to cry out.
He moved two fingers up the center of her cunt. He dipped into the tender hole for a moment and then withdrew. The hand trailed back over her body, touching the breasts again, sliding up to her throat and then lifting away.
Cindy wanted to open her eyes but she was afraid. Carefully, she let one lid rise slightly, still covered by the lash. And she saw him. Her father was standing there with his cock out of his pajama pants. It was throbbing in his hand, pulsing away as he held it near the base. He was stroking it back and forth, slow, methodical strokes. Sperm was bubbling at the tip of his cock. She couldn't believe that this was happening. But it was no dream. She could hear his heavy breathing.
He murmured and she saw him start to stroke harder, faster. The cock looked enormous, even bigger than those she had seen in the magazine. It was like a huge animal, stretching out at her, only a foot or so away from her face.
He was going to make himself come, she realized. What a chance he was taking! If she was sleeping she might easily have awakened now and seen him standing there like that. What was wrong with him? she asked herself frantically. Had her father lost his mind entirely?
He stumbled back a step then. A sharp little cry came from his lips. He stooped over and put his free hand in front of his enormous, throbbing prick. She watched the cock spurt white flame, more and more. It fell across his other hand and drooled down his arm.
When he finished coming, he wiped the sperm on his pajama pants and backed away from her. Then he came forward again, remembering to cover her with the sheet.
Then he moved to the door and carefully opened it and slipped outside.
Cindy waited, holding her breath, until he was gone down the hall before she opened her eyes.
She shook her head. It was hard to believe it had happened. It was more like some very vivid dream, she thought. Or perhaps a nightmare to be more accurate.
She lay in the bed for another couple of minutes, afraid to move, fearing he would return. That wouldn't make sense but then none of this made much sense, she thought.
She pulled the bed sheet up to her chin and then right up over her nose. Gulping several times she tried to calm herself. But her heart was beating wildly. The blood was racing in her veins. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, that was for certain.
She found her hand moving along her body. She tingled as her fingers crossed over her breasts. Her nipples were erect and aroused. The hand moved to her bare belly and she felt that taut, rounded flesh there trembling. Her cunt quivered. She felt a new layer of juice bubbling out of it.
What's wrong with me? she asked herself. Am I sick too, acting like this after what's happened?
But her hand continued to move independent of her thoughts. The fingers moved into the oozing pink meat, sliding up through the hole and twisting sideways. She moaned and shivered, closing her eyes as a wave of pleasure passed through her.
No, no, it was wrong, very wrong, she told herself. She couldn't act like this. It was perverse.
She drew the fingers away but her crotch continued to twist and quiver. It was that old familiar need but this time she had to force herself to resist.
She sat up in the bed. Her hands twisted into fists and she hit the mattress. Her eyes darted to the door and she looked for the shadow of anyone coming in. Now she almost expected visitors to barge in. Maybe a three-ring circus. When the world turned inside-out anything was possible.
The clock told her it was time to get up. The alarm would have gone off by now if she hadn't pushed the button earlier. Nervously, Cindy climbed out of bed.
She went to the door, expecting to lock it. She was so distracted that she'd forgotten there was no lock on her bedroom door. Her parents had removed it when she was little, afraid that she might lock herself in.
She leaned up against the door and breathed deeply. How could she face her father after this? she wondered. It wasn't going to be easy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy hurried to the corner where the bus stopped. She was anxious to get away from the house and away from her father. The pressure was just too much.
It was all so unexpected. He had never acted like that before, she thought. Or had he? She wondered if there had been times past when he had come in and she really was sleeping and didn't hear him. Could it be some regular thing, these visits to her room where he exposed himself and jerked off right in front of his teenaged daughter?
Her father ... her own father. It didn't seem real. The last thing on earth she ever expected to happen.
She had a guilty realization, one she didn't want to admit even to herself. But she had fantasized about her father. She had imagined thinking about what his cock might be like and how good a fucker he was. She remembered her thoughts that time when she found her parents fucking, when she spied on them in a way similar to what her father did to her this morning. But she hadn't gone in there, she hadn't touched them!
And if he had gone this far, she thought, what would be the next step?
The bus came then, interrupting her tense thoughts. She climbed aboard the bus and found Barbara sitting in her usual seat near the back.
Barbara greeted Cindy with a comical and obscene remark but the girl hardly heard it. She sat down glumly. Barbara realized that something was wrong.
"What's the matter, girl?" she said.
Cindy shrugged her shoulders and continued frowning.
"Oh ... nothing."
"It sure looks like something's wrong. What is it? You can tell me, can't you?"
"I ... No. I can't. I don't want to talk about it, Barbara, really I don't."
"Wow, that's something. We don't usually keep secrets from each other."
"But ... this is different. It's personal, a family matter. An argument with my folks."
Barbara was the inquisitive and gossipy type and she wouldn't let it go at that.
"What was the argument about?"
Cindy shook her head in annoyance.
"Barbara, don't ..."
Her friend waited a few seconds, then laughed. "I bet it was about sex, right? Am I right? Was your mother going crazy again? Something like that. Afraid you might go out and get fucked."
Cindy squirmed uncomfortably and looked around at the other passengers.
"Gosh, Barbara, can't you keep your voice down? I don't want the whole town to know what's wrong. And I don't want everyone to know the details of my sex life."
"What sex life?" Barbara laughed.
"Barbara!"
"Let me tell you something, girl, that guy you're dating is going to get tired of waiting pretty soon and then you're going to lose him. And let me tell you something, if the guys know that a stud like Frank can't get anything off of you then they'll be sure they can't. You'll never get a date."
Cindy threw up her arms and groaned.
"Please! I don't want to talk about it ... just drop the subject, all right?"
Cindy shook her head in amazement. So much trouble over the business of sex. Trouble with her mother because she didn't want her daughter having any. Trouble with her boyfriend because he wasn't getting any. And now this trouble with her father, sneaking in on her and jerking off.
She shook her head and sighed. It was a heavy burden to carry for someone so young, she thought. She felt caught in the middle. Someone was bound to be disappointed or mad at her. What could she do?
And her father, that was something else entirely. She had no idea how to deal with that.
Barbara seemed determined to rub in her point on this whole matter.
"And listen, girl, if you can't get a date then you're going to feel really bad, let me tell you."
Cindy sighed and nodded her head. "Yes, yes, I can imagine that it would be horrible." Actually, Cindy was wondering if it wouldn't be the best thing as far as everyone was concerned. Perhaps she should enter a convent and take herself away from all temptation.
"You really ought to do something, kid," Barbara said. "Make an experiment. Live a little."
"I ... I don't know. I just don't know."
"You're frustrated. That's why you feel so bad, I bet. You've probably got headaches and feel weak in the knees, all sorts of stuff like that. What you need to do, my dear, is to get laid."
"Yeah, yeah, sure, Barbara. That's your answer to everything in the world."
"I've never known it to fail," Barbara chuckled.
Cindy scowled and looked away. She stared out the window for a long moment and then turned back.
"Oh ... maybe you're right, Barbara," she sighed. "Maybe you know more than I do about what's wrong with me lately. Maybe I should let you handle it."
Barbara grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her, smiling gaily.
"That's the spirit. You just let me handle it. Put yourself in my hands and you won't regret it."
"I think I'm regretting it already. How are you going to handle it?"
Barbara pondered this.
"Well, I don't know exactly ... but you give me some time and I'll think of something."
The bus reached the school and Barbara and Cindy parted for their first classes. Cindy had a hard time concentrating. There was so much to think about aside from her school subjects. Every time she would try to concentrate on her books or what the teacher was saying, she would find herself thinking back to that scene in her bedroom this morning. And she'd relive the bizarre scene, seeing her father with his enormous cock sticking out, throbbing in his hand. She saw him stroking back and forth, the sperm bubbling out. Cindy became captivated by the memory. To the other students in the class she appeared to go into a trance.
Cindy met Barbara again for gym class. There was a volleyball game that day and the two girls were on the same team. Barbara wasn't very interested in the game and her talking managed to distract her team members and they lost the game.
Cindy and Barbara hung around in the playground for a while when everyone else ran to get changed. Cindy was still dripping with sweat when she and Barbara went into the locker room.
Most of the girls were already nearly dressed and ready to leave. The bell for the next period would be ringing soon.
Cindy and Barbara took off their sweaty gym clothes. Barbara whipped her frizzy brunette hair around her, then pinned it up over her head. She smiled as she watched Cindy slip off her gym shorts.
She had nothing on underneath. Most of the girls didn't bother to bring a spare pair of panties for gym and they didn't want to wear their panties when they were getting all sweaty. Only the shyest girls there were concerned about the others seeing their business.
Barbara moved closer to her girlfriend. She glanced down at the girl's cunt. Cindy's golden curls were damp with sweat and sparkled in the light of the locker room.
Cindy saw her staring and laughed uncomfortably.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked.
Barbara smiled. She bent over till she was within a few inches of Cindy's pussy. Barbara moved her hand in and patted the blonde curls. She brushed her hand over them like she was petting a kitten.
"My God, Barbara! What are you doing?" Cindy whispered, stepping back from her friend. She looked around her but luckily no one was watching them. The place was almost empty now, the girls on their way to their next classes.
Barbara straightened up and then ran an open palm up through her own very abundant pussy hair. Barbara had a thick, woven rug of jet-black pubic hair.
She smiled and sighed. "Gosh, I wish I had a nice blonde bush like yours instead of this dark old thing."
Cindy threw up her arms and laughed.
"You're nuts. Besides, what's wrong with your pussy hair? You don't like it dark?"
"I don't know. Yours looks so pretty. But mine is a lot hairier and lots of guys like them hairy."
"Is that so? How come?"
"Huh? Oh, I don't know. Who understands why guys like what they do? I'm just glad they do, that's all. Yeah, guys ... nothing like them."
She put her hand against her hairy cunt and closed her eyes, moaning passionately.
"I could do with a guy right now, as a matter of fact," she sighed. "A guy with a nice, fat, juicy cock ... that's what I'd like ... a fat cock that I could stick right inside this sweating pussy hole of mine."
Cindy quivered as she heard her friend talking. She didn't know what to say and she was afraid that someone would come by and see Barbara acting like this.
"You better cut it out, Barb. You'll get in trouble if somebody sees you."
"I don't care about that ... I wish it was a guy that would see me. He'd like what he saw and then the two of us could go off together and fuck like rabbits."
She licked at her lips, falling back against her locker. Her fingers moved deep inside her pussy and twisted around. She smiled and sighed, falling into a reverie.
Cindy watched in amazement as her friend started to masturbate in earnest. Her fingers plunged deeper inside her cunt and rubbed back and forth. She touched her clit with her other hand and this made her shake and moan louder. Cindy glanced around, checking to see if the moans were bringing anybody in to check on them.
But no one came and Barbara continued what she was doing, sliding her fingers in and out of her juicy cunt.
Cindy was caught between two urges. She was captivated by what she was seeing, the outrageousness and eroticism of it. But she was also afraid of getting caught with Barbara while she was doing it. It would be a scandal if the gym teacher was to come in and find them like this. There was no telling what sort of rumors would come of it.
"Bar ... Barbara, you better stop it. Somebody will see you. For heaven's sake. Come on, let's go take our showers before the bell rings. The bell's going to ring and we'll be late for our next class."
It took a few moments for this to sink in with Barbara. She sighed, taking deep breaths. Her eyes were closed tight as she nodded.
Reluctantly, she said, "Okay, okay, if you insist ... to the showers we go."
She scooped up her towel and waved for Cindy to go ahead of her. Cindy nodded. She kept looking over her shoulder at her as they walked to the shower room, as if expecting Barbara to goose her or do something more outrageous.
Two other girls were in there showering when they got there. One was Linda, a huge redhead, and the other was Rebecca, a thin, dark-haired girl less than five feet tall.
"Linda's gorgeous, isn't she?" Barbara whispered to Cindy as they entered the steamy room.
Cindy shot a look back at her friend. She wondered how Barbara intended the comment. She didn't know Barbara to be interested in females in a sexual Way, but she wasn't ready to put it past her, Cindy thought. Barbara, it was plain to see, was capable of anything.
Cindy suddenly remembered something. Once Barbara had suggested that the two of them masturbate each other. She wanted Cindy to get used to having her body touched so when she did make love with a man she wouldn't have such a hard time. But Cindy had changed the subject right away. It seemed a little too weird.
The two of them stepped under shower heads and splashed themselves with steaming hot water.
Cindy noticed that Barbara was still eyeing the big redhead. Cindy thought that if Barbara had been a guy it would have been obvious that she was coming on to Linda.
Barbara moved over to the redhead. She had a bar of soap in her hand and touched it to Linda's back. She leaned her head over the girl's shoulder and shouted to be heard above the din of the shower-heads.
"I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine," she said. "What do you think, Linda?"
Linda laughed in surprise.
"Oh, gee ... all right, that's nice of you."
"Not at all," Barbara said jovially. She glanced at Cindy and winked.
Barbara looked at the broad back and round ass of the tall redhead. Linda had a huge, beautiful ass, Cindy noticed. The cheeks were wide and full but very firm.
Barbara started moving the soap over the girl's back. She scrubbed around and around, moving the soap down to the ass. She scrubbed up between the cheeks, smiling all the while, obviously enjoying herself.
She turned Linda's big ass into a mass of white foam. Then the girl moved under the water again and let it all wash off.
Linda turned and said, "Sorry, Barbara, I don't have time to do you. The bell's going to ring."
"Oh, that's okay, kid," she said and watched as Linda scurried out, her big ass swaying to left and right as she rushed back to the lockers.
Barbara moved over towards Cindy and chuckled.
"Pretty sexy, huh?" she said.
"You're weird, Barbara. Sometimes I don't know how I ever got to be your best friend."
"Don't worry, kid, someday you'll be just like me, I think. I've made a promise to myself to help you along, to make you more like me."
"And for that I should thank you?"
Barbara paid no attention to that comment. She put her arm around Cindy's shoulder to confide in her.
"As a matter of fact, girl, I've got something planned for you today at lunch time."
"What do you mean?"
"Your first real lesson in sex. You remember what we were talking about on the bus."
"I don't know," Cindy said. "You say so many crazy things that I don't know what things to listen to and what to let go right out of my head."
"I'm talking about what we said on the bus, of course," Barbara sighed. "I'm going to help you out with your problem. I made a little appointment for today at lunch time and you're going to be there with me.
"Huh? What for? What do you want me to do? Who's the appointment with?"
"Don't ask now. You're going to have a good time, though. If you want to watch you can watch and if you want to take part in the festivities-as I hope you will-then you can do that too."
"But who is this going to be with?"
"No, I'll keep that a secret for now. You'll be surprised by my choice, I bet."
"I'm sure I will," Cindy said.
The two girls returned to their lockers and began to get dressed.
Cindy, climbing into her panties, said, "I don't know about this, Barbara. Maybe you can count me out."
"Nonsense, girl. You have to stop being such an old stick in the mud."
"Okay, okay, I'll try."
The second bell rang then. They were both late, having wasted so much time in the shower, Cindy thought. Barbara and her damned soap suds.
"I hate to be late for Mrs. Henry's class," Cindy said. "She'll give me hell this time."
"Oh, fuck that stuff. What difference does it make? Give her some excuse or something."
They finished dressing and started out of the locker room. The gym was deserted now.
Stopping in the doorway, Barbara reminded her of their date for lunch time.
"Wait for me right outside the cafeteria, girl," Barbara said. "We'll go from there."
Cindy shrugged, then nodded her head.
"Yeah, okay, I'll be there."
They parted. Cindy dreaded slipping into her class. The teacher spotted her just as she was sitting down.
"Oh shit," Cindy muttered.
"Miss Morten, I see you've decided to join us after all. How nice of you."
"I ... I'm sorry, Mrs. Henry. I was held up."
The old woman stomped closer and raised her eyebrows at the girl.
"Do you mean you were robbed?" the teacher said, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"Robbed? No, I mean, something came up. It, uh, kept me from getting here on time."
"I see. You couldn't care to supply any details, would you, Miss Morten?"
"Well, uh, no, not really," she said.
Several people in the class laughed at this. Mrs. Henry glanced around with an angry sneer.
"That's enough nonsense in this class. I'll talk to you later", Miss Morten," she said.
"Yes, Mrs. Henry," Cindy sighed.
She slumped down in her chair, sighing. It was one of those days, she thought, from beginning to end. She couldn't imagine what Barbara had waiting for her in the next period, the lunch hour.
Mrs. Henry continued teaching her class but Cindy couldn't pay attention. She had too much on her mind. Life could be so complicated sometimes, she thought. You had to be strong. Teenagers had it rough, she told herself. People weren't appropriately respectful for their problems.
Cindy's problems continued when the class was over. Mrs. Henry assigned her a special paper on the importance of getting to places on time.
She went downstairs to the basement then. It was already quite crowded down there, the students and faculty rushing to get their lunch. Cindy was going to have to skip lunch today, it seemed. She hoped it was worth it.
She looked around for Barbara now. It was hard to see anybody in the crowd and Cindy was pushed back and forth as people rushed to and fro.
Barbara showed up in another minute. She smiled and winked at her, taking Cindy the arm.
"I was afraid you might chicken out and disappear on me," Barbara said.
"I'm here, right?"
"Right you are. Come on."
"Where are we going?" she said, trying to keep up as Barbara pushed her way through the crowd.
"You'll see. Come along, especially if you want to get anything to eat after this."
"Gosh, you mean you eat as well as fuck? Where do you find the time?" Cindy laughed.
"Wise guy."
They walked down the basement corridor till they were well away from the crowds. Barbara walked up to a big metal door and shoved it open.
"What? Wait a minute, Barbara, that's the boiler room down there. We're not supposed to go there."
"We've got special permission this time, don't worry about it. Come on."
"Down in the boiler room?"
Barbara urged her down the narrow metal stairs. Their shoes clanged with every step. Cindy was nervous. She couldn't imagine what Barbara had in mind but she didn't like it. She wasn't as much of a free spirit as Barbara. She didn't like breaking the rules, even though she sometimes did.
Cindy stopped before the last set of stairs. Barbara stopped and looked back at her, waving her on.
"Come on, baby, the fun's just about to begin."
CHAPTER FIVE
When they reached the floor of the boiler room, they turned and walked through a maze of pipes and metal drums. Cindy nearly stumbled several times.
Barbara moved ahead a few paces and called out.
"Hey ... Charlie! You there?"
Cindy looked quizzical. She couldn't remember knowing anyone named Charlie. Of course, Barbara's circle of acquaintances was much larger than hers, especially with the male half of the population.
"Charlie, are you there? It's me, Barbara," she said. "Where the fuck are you?"
Then they heard a noise, someone moving out from the darkness beyond. He stepped into view.
It was a black man. Cindy didn't recognize him at first but then she realized she had seen him around the school somewhere. Yes, she thought, she had seen him. Taking out garbage cans and sweeping up in front of the school. The janitor, she thought. It was the fucking school janitor.
"Well now, little girl," Charlie said. "I was afraid you wasn't coming. And what's this you brung along with you? This your friend?"
Barbara snickered and glanced at Cindy. Barbara was proud of herself for this outrageous stunt, Cindy thought. She was practically patting herself on the back.
The janitor was a large, husky man, in his late thirties. He was wearing gray coveralls, unzipped to the navel in front so that his barrel-like chest was revealed.
Cindy was speechless, trying to come to terms with this little "surprise" of Barbara's.
She had been expecting to see some teenager, one of Barbara's many boyfriends. But a black janitor! This was really too much.
The janitor leered at the two girls, looking them over and nodding approvingly.
"No, no, my, my, I wasn't expecting two such lovely ladies ... but I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong. No sir, I'm not complaining at all," he said.
Barbara turned to Cindy, grabbing her hand and giving it an excited squeeze.
"Isn't Charlie just the most manly thing you've ever seen, girl?"
Cindy gulped. She was at a definite loss for words. She looked from the leering janitor to her leering girlfriend and didn't know where to turn.
"What's the matter, baby?" the janitor said.
Cindy looked down at the floor. She was starting to feel very embarrassed. She wondered if she would ever be able to live this down. Surely there would be talk about this. A janitor would want everyone to know that he had been scoring with two cute teenagers.
"Yeah, Cindy, loosen up, will you?" Barbara said.
"Barbara, what are you getting me into, anyway? I don't think I want-"
"Stop worrying. Charlie's real cool. We don't have anything to worry about with him. He's not about to go telling anyone we came to visit him. He'd lose his job."
"Don't keep the little lady here against her will," Charlie said. "If she wants to leave then let her be on her way."
Cindy gulped. She didn't know what to say. She was afraid and embarrassed. But part of her was curious and excited, wanting to see just what sort of erotic adventure Barbara had planned for the two of them.
A black man, she thought. She had never thought of having sex with a black man. She wasn't prejudiced. Her family brought her up to have no prejudices. But it was still a different race and therefore different, exotic ... kinky, even. She had heard some stories about black men, how their cocks were supposed to be much larger than the average. She lost herself in thoughts of this kind as she stared at the barrel-chested janitor. He was grinning, glancing at Barbara and grinning. He was pleased with the way the nervous newcomer was looking him over. It pleased his vanity. A janitor didn't get many chances to have his ego stroked on the job.
"What do you say, Cindy, do you want to leave already?" Barbara asked. "Or are you going to stay around and see what sort of fun we're going to have?"
Cindy gulped. She was tempted to leave. Her nerves were frayed today and she wasn't sure she could stand anything too stimulating. But she didn't leave.
"I ... I guess I could stay and watch what happens," she said. "For a little while."
Barbara laughed, then patted her friend on the wrist, trying to reassure her that she made the right decision. Charlie, meanwhile, was rubbing a hand in front of his crotch.
"She's going to stay and watch us, Charlie," Barbara said. "And maybe, if she likes what she sees she might even join us."
"Of course she'll join us when she sees this black cock of mine," the janitor chuckled.
Barbara laughed and tried encouraging Cindy to do the same but the girl was too nervous for levity. Barbara took her by the arm and led her back around a huge, twisting pipe growing out of the ceiling.
"This is my office, ladies," Charlie said. "It's got all the comforts of a home, as you can see."
There was a broom and a mop, some broken chairs, a little table and a rickety cot with a torn mattress on it. Cindy was reluctant to get any closer. The place didn't look very sanitary, she thought.
"Stop being so silly," Barbara said, grabbing her hand again and leading her to the cot.
Charlie stood in front of them. He smiled and his large white teeth gleamed at them. He reached out and patted Cindy under the chin. Cindy drew back in surprise at his touch. She was afraid now. She was worried that she had gotten herself into a situation she couldn't get out of. Barbara made out that there was no problem but Cindy didn't trust Barbara much further than she could throw her.
Charlie looked serious for a moment, glaring at them. And then he threw his head back and laughed. His barrel-chest heaved out so far that it nearly hit Cindy in the face.
"This little girl's afraid of me, you know that? Yeah, she's afraid I'm gonna whip my black cock out and start beating her over the head with it, I think."
Cindy blushed. She wanted to run away, to go and hide somewhere. Bury her head in the sand.
"Oh, silly," Barbara whispered. "Loosen up, honey. Start enjoying yourself."
"Yeah, that's right," Charlie laughed. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I ain't the boogie man."
"Charlie's going to help you out, if you let him, honey," Barbara said. "He's a great teacher ... heh heh, the best teacher in this whole damned school."
Barbara sat forward on the cot and reached up to the janitor's chest. She touched the hard flesh, then slid her hand down to the zipper of the coveralls.
She grabbed the zipper clasp with two fingers and pulled it down very slowly. To Cindy's amazement the janitor wasn't wearing anything under the coveralls. He was naked. As Barbara pulled the zipper she revealed more and more of the janitor's shiny ebony flesh.
She moved the zipper right to the bottom and revealed his crotch. Cindy narrowed her eyes as she stared at him. His tightly wound pubic hair and the base of his cock were visible. Cindy became tense and breathless as she looked into the opening there, wondering what the whole cock was going to look like. She chewed on her lower lip.
"Now you're going to see something, baby," Barbara said, smiling eagerly and licking her lips.
"Yeah, that's right," Charlie said. "You show it to her. You fish it out and show her what you mean."
Barbara nodded excitedly and reached out to him again. She put her hand into the crotch of the overalls. Her fingers grazed the curled pubic hairs and slid over the thick base and down to the shaft of the dangling prick. She grabbed hold of it, turning it and lifting it out and into view. She dropped it then, letting it dangle in front of them.
Barbara took a deep breath and let it out.
"Now take a look at that, Cindy. Is that something or is that something?"
Cindy was already looking. She was looking hard, her eyes focused intently on that long, thick hose of black flesh. She could hardly believe her eyes. It was huge, much bigger than her father's or those cocks she saw in the porno magazine. It was like some dangerous wild game.
Cindy gulped and mumbled, "Wow."
The other two burst out laughing at her awe.
"What do you think, girl?" Charlie said, twisting his hips to make the cock shake. "You like the size of Charles's black meat?"
Barbara took a tight hold on the cock and shook it all over. The thick meat seemed to come to life then, stiffing, pulsing, lifting its heavy head as if to stare at the two girls.
"Tell him, Cindy," Barbara urged. "Tell him how beautiful his cock is. He likes to hear it."
Cindy was speechless. She sat tensely and watched as Barbara squeezed and stroked the long prick.
She cleared her throat and croaked, "Y-yes ... yes, it's very ... very nice."
The janitor laughed and nodded his head, enjoying ah of this attention.
Barbara stroked the huge prick back and forth. With each stroke the cock seemed to grow even larger and harder, rising up till it was pointing straight at their faces.
Barbara now took a fuller grip of the shaft and jerked it back and forth. It took a great deal of effort to stroke him, he was so large and heavy.
The head of the cock was becoming moist with sperm. It glistened and dribbled down to her fingers. Barbara moved her other hand to the head and wiped off some of the drooling jism. She put the finger in her mouth then and licked it off. She rolled her eyes as she tasted the sperm, then gulped noisily and made a noise of satisfaction.
"Mmmmm, is that ever tasty," Barbara sighed.
She squeezed the cock again and then stroked back and forth, forcing more sperm to bubble out of that enormous cock head. Barbara wiped some more off with the tip of her forefinger. She smiled, glancing at Cindy.
"Here, baby, your turn to taste ... I don't want to be greedy or anything, you know."
She took Cindy by surprise, thrusting the finger at her, and she jerked her head back. Then she eyed the moist finger like it was some strange specimen.
"Go on, baby, while it's fresh and hot," Barbara giggled. "Mmmmmm, fresh, hot sperm from a black cock."
Cindy was eager but hesitant. Barbara held the finger just before her lips until Cindy opened her mouth and then she shoved the finger inside. Cindy quickly licked off the sticky liquid on Barbara's finger and swallowed it down.
She was too nervous to really know what she was tasting. But she nodded her head at Barbara.
"Sexy, huh, girl? Yeah, and wait till you have him coming in your mouth ... pouring a couple of pints of that hot cream down your throat."
Barbara stroked the cock some more, pumping him up and down. Charlie started groaning. She was getting to him now. He nodded his head and closed his eyes for seconds at a time. He smiled from one girl to the other.
Barbara noisily licked and smacked her lips. She was getting ready to put her lips around the bloated black head of Charles's enormous cock.
Her tongue slid out and licked up some more of his drooling sperm. Cindy sat forward, staring hard at this. It was like a scene from that porno magazine suddenly come to life before her eyes. Cindy tingled with excitement. She felt her pussy getting hotter, wetter. Gulping, she saw Barbara open her mouth wide to the cock.
The prick looked so big that Cindy couldn't believe Barbara would be able to get much of it into her mouth without choking on it. Cindy cringed, empathizing with her girlfriend as she swallowed the prick. Cindy watched with a sense of dread, waiting to hear Barbara choke.
But Barbara seemed to know what she was doing. No question about it. She drooled her saliva over the head and nibbled her way onto the prick.
"Yeah, yeah, that's the way, baby," Charlie growled in a husky voice. "Suck that prick ... suck it down, I want to see you eat every inch."
Every inch! Cindy thought. Surely that would have to kill the girl, if he was serious. Surely that was something only a professional sword swallower could accomplish. But Barbara showed no alarm as she continued to eat up his black meat, sucking her way down, inch after inch.
Cindy was staring at the cock. Then she glanced up self-consciously and saw that the janitor was looking at her and smiling sardonically. He winked at her when their eyes met. Cindy blushed and averted her gaze.
Barbara made loud gobbling noises as she swallowed him. She breathed through her nose. Her eyes were wide, looking ready to pop. She glanced at Cindy now and then and winked mischievously. Saliva rolled out of the stretched ends of her open mouth. Then Barbara exposed her teeth and Cindy could see her sinking them into the straining black flesh of the janitor's erect cock.
"Ohhhhh! God Almighty! Look at that white bitch, look what she does to me! Bites my cock ... sinks her teeth right into the meat, the little devil!"
Barbara scraped her teeth back and forth on the long prick. The janitor groaned and twitched. He thrust his hips out and ground them around and around in a circle.
"Suck that, baby, suck it ... yeah, yeah, that's the way to do it, mama ... mmmmmm!"
Cindy looked up at the janitor again. His leer was gone. Now he showed an expression that might have been agony but she was sure meant violent ecstasy. The face was contorted and his mouth was open and twisting.
"Oh ... oh ... Lord!" he groaned, shivering from the pressure he felt as the beautiful white teenager sucked him.
Cindy couldn't believe it. She knew how long the cock was and how much meat that meant Barbara was swallowing now. Surely she would start to choke if she took another inch. But Barbara was still going strong. She nibbled and chewed up another inch and another. She was nearing the base now. Cindy felt almost sick as she tried to imagine what it must be like to have all that throbbing cock meat down her throat.
Barbara's eyes were rolling. She looked a bit dazed. Cindy wondered if the girl really knew what she was doing. And then Barbara snorted and ate up the final inches. Her mouth twisted around on the base. It was as thick as the trunk of a tree, Cindy thought, gazing incredulously.
Barbara strained, her nostrils flaring violently. She held her mouth down there at the base for as long as she could before making a sudden rapid ascent to the tip. She rolled her lips away and gasped for breath.
"Wow ... oh ... wow," she gasped, like someone who had been swimming underwater for several minutes.
Cindy quivered. She felt her pussy drooling. She had the usual urge to reach into her cunt and stroke it, but she resisted under the circumstances. She sat tensely at the edge of the cot, keeping her hands to her sides. The prick was bobbing about uncontrollably now that Barbara released her oral grip. The girl grabbed it with her hand again and held it taut. She looks like an animal trainer, Cindy thought with a nervous laugh. Barbara pumped the prick up and down. Sperm bubbled at the head. The head pulsed and drooled. Not an animal, Cindy thought. No, it looked more like some black volcano about to erupt.
"This little lady knows how to suck cock, yes she does," Char he sighed. He laughed excitedly, reaching out to stroke Barbara's cheek. As an afterthought, he reached over to Cindy and stroked her cheek too.
Barbara turned to her friend. "Well, Cindy, what do you think? Are you ready to try it?"
"What? M-me?"
"Sure," she said, grabbing it loosely and pumping it up and down a couple of times. "You can't believe how it feels when you have it in your mouth ... all throbbing and drooling that hot sperm down your throat ... it's so big and so alive. It's like nothing else."
A layer of sperm bubbled from the big head and drooled down over her fingers. She wiped it off and reached over to Cindy, wiping it down the girl's nose.
"You've got to try it, honey," Barbara said.
Barbara grinned inanely as she kissed the head and then ran her tongue down the long shaft. She pulled the overalls back and stuck her tongue down into them, licking at the janitor's balls. He groaned. She reached in and pulled the balls up into view. They dangled out of his coveralls, two huge black balls, hairless and shiny. Barbara grabbed them and squeezed them together, taking his breath away.
"Ohhhhhh ... shit, baby!"
Barbara turned the cock to her girlfriend.
"Come on now, get your mouth over here."
"But I ... I can't ... I don't think-"
"Stop being such a whining virgin, will you? Get that mouth over here and taste some of this black meat."
She grabbed Cindy by the arm, pulling her head forward to Charles's cock. Cindy felt her heart beating double time as her lips touched the huge pole. She hardly knew what was happening, but her mouth opened and she swallowed the head. It pulsed violently inside her mouth. She was sure she couldn't eat another inch, but Barbara pushed her down. She gobbled up several more thick inches.
"That's the way, girl, now you've got the hang of it," Barbara said. "You're doing fine. Isn't she?"
"That's one sweet white girl," Charlie said. "Sure does have a nice, soft mouth."
She almost pulled away, feeling a bubbling layer of come hit the back of her throat. Then she swallowed it with a gulp.
Barbara leaned forward and coached her. "That's it, baby ... go on, another inch, suck it, baby, suck it. Eat that black cock, right to the bottom."
Cindy's eyes widened. Was she crazy? To the bottom? Cindy was sure she would choke to death if she ate any more. But for all that, she had to admit to herself that this was a fantastically sexy experience. Black cock meat was throbbing in her mouth. It was hard for her to believe it was really happening.
The janitor twitched his hips and shoved another couple of inches into her mouth. It caught her by surprise but she managed to accommodate him.
It wasn't as hard as it had looked, she realized, once you got the hang of it. She moved her hands up to him and put her fingers around the base, holding him steady as she worked her mouth down, eating up more and more of the hot meat. She was only a few inches from the bottom now, much to her surprise. She moved one hand down to his dangling balls, tickling them, twisting them from side to side. They felt wonderful, so soft and yet so heavy. She could feel life inside them, his fluid's bubbling to a boil.
She tried twisting her mouth around in a circle on his shaft. It was difficult, though. The cock was so big that it left little room for maneuvering.
"Go, girl, go," Barbara said.
She was leaning forward, watching intently as her girlfriend sucked the cock. She was quite pleased to have done it after all this time. She had gotten Cindy to open up, to become a sexual being after all this time. It was going to open up a whole new world for the girl, Barbara knew. Pretty soon Cindy wouldn't be able to get enough. It was funny. One day they were going to laugh about the girl's old attitude. Miss Prim and Proper. But look at her now, Barbara thought. Look at her now. Cindy ate up another inch of the cock. Her lips were now grazing the base and she seemed none the worse for wear.
"Jesus ... ohhhhhh, that girls sucks so sweet ... look at her go, mama, look at that!" the janitor cried. "She can suck like nobody I ever seen ... And you tell me she ain't done it before? I don't believe you!"
"She's a fast learner, I guess," Barbara laughed. "A real fast learner."
"Suck it, baby, suck that cock!"
Cindy didn't need any more encouragement. She was doing just fine on her own. She chewed and sucked, twisting this way and that while the prick throbbed at her throat. She began to rise up to the tip then. She lifted her mouth to the head and let it plop out. The huge black prick bobbed in front of her, wagging from left to right. She kissed the ebony head and then licked up some more of the sperm drooling down.
"Ooooohhh ... yeah, that's so sweet, so sweet," Charlie sighed. "This bitch knows what she's doing, all right. Yeah, she's a winner."
"It sure looks like it," Barbara said.
"Why don't you put that back in your mouth, baby. I could come down that throat."
"Hey, wait a minute," Barbara said. "You're supposed to fuck us and we're running out of time."
"I never let you down, did I, baby?"
Cindy was still holding on to his cock. Barbara had to pry her fingers away from it.
"Let's get undressed, baby," she said. "Come on, don't be shy. Charlie showed you what he's got, right?" They both laughed and Cindy smiled at the two of them. She looked like she was in a trance, reeling from what she had just done.
Barbara kicked off her shoes and started stripping. Cindy was soon mimicking her. She was rapidly losing all of her self-consciousness. It was a momentous occasion but she was rushing into it, hardly thinking about what she was doing now.
Charlie took a step back from them and watched with a bemused smile on his face. He held his cock in his hand, stroking it up and down to keep it good and hard for the girls when they were ready.
He watched as they removed their dresses and stood there in tight white panties. Neither one wore a bra and both possessed fine, full titties. The tits rose up and out, the nipples long and hard. Then, almost in unison, they pulled their panties down.
Charlie licked his lips and took a deep breath. He felt the blood racing in his veins as he stared at the two gorgeous white girls now standing completely naked before him.
Barbara's pussy was dark and thick, contrasting with Cindy's bright blonde bush. When they moved their legs apart to step out of the panties he could see the pink meat under each tuft of hair. His cock throbbed in his hand and he seemed dangerously close to coming right then.
"Come on, Charlie," Barbara said, motioning to him with her wagging finger. "Come over here and give me some head ... suck my hot cunt!"
The janitor smiled and nodded his head.
"Sure, baby, sure, I'll give you all you want."
He watched her stretch back on the rickety cot and open her legs. He stared at the beautiful fat cunt for a long moment before moving his face in. He licked his lips till they were good and wet and then pressed them down against the warm, moist meat of her pussy.
"Oooooohhh, yeah, yeah, that's it, that's the way, man," Barbara cried. "Ohhhhh! Cindy, that tongue feels so fucking good, you can't believe it!"
Charlie ran his tongue through her, lifting it up along the length of her undulating pussy. She twisted and heaved beneath him and her thighs crashed together around his head, forcing him in tighter. He sucked harder, running his tongue up and down with a quick, steady rhythm.
"Mmmmm ... that's so good ... God, I got so horny watching you suck him off, Cindy ... and my pussy's so wet, and it feels so good with his tongue in there!"
Charlie tried to steady her so that he wouldn't be pushed from the target. He held her smooth, firm thighs with his hands, massing them at the same time so that it added to her pleasure.
Barbara dug her fingers into his scalp. She did it so hard that she nearly drew blood. He lapped harder and harder, his tongue sliding from the depths of her hole up to her bulging clitoris and back again.
Cindy was watching with fascination. She couldn't see much of what Charlie was doing with Barbara's thighs surrounding his head, but she could see her girlfriend's reaction and that told all.
"Mmmmm! Ohhhhh! Yes, yes, yes, that's wonderful, ohhhh, so good!" Barbara moaned, shaking her head wildly.
Barbara glanced up at Cindy. Barbara's expression was one of pure depravity. Cindy was almost alarmed watching her. Then Barbara was snarling at her and waving to her.
"Come here ... come here, girl ... come on!"
"What? What is it, Barbara?"
"Come over here ... get that pussy over here and sit on my face ... do it!"
"What? I ... "
"Do it!"
Cindy nodded. She had already thrown caution to the wind, she figured. There was no reason to stop now.
She moved around, positioning herself as Barbara directed her, leaning forward and straddling Barbara's head so that her cunt was open just above it.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, that's the way," Barbara gasped. "Now drop it down ... cover my face with your pussy!"
"All right, all right!"
Cindy closed her eyes as she pressed her open cunt down onto Barbara's waiting face. She gasped when she felt the wet tongue slide through her. Her whole body quivered as waves of lust flowed through her.
"Oh ... oh my God," she groaned.
Barbara's tongue began to slap at the cunt, licking, digging deep and twirling around and around. She lifted her tongue to Cindy's clitoris. The girl gasped, hit with a shock wave of pleasure.
"Ayyyyyy!"
Cindy twisted her head around and around. She looked down and saw Charlie sucking at Barbara's pussy. He was exerting more and more pressure and Barbara was loving it.
The cot squeaked and strained as the three of them squirmed around on it.
It didn't take Cindy long to be on the verge of an orgasm. She was already highly aroused from all that had happened up to then. She twisted and bounced on Barbara's face. She was dizzy with lust. It was almost frightening. Her hands reached out to grab onto something and her hands lighted on Barbara's jiggling titties. The nipples were rock hard. Cindy had never touched another girl's breasts before and the sensation was nearly as strange and exciting as when she had put her fingers around the janitor's big cock.
She squeezed and fondled the tits and her whole body twitched and trembled. She wiggled her cunt down hard. When Cindy looked up she looked right into Charlie's eyes. She felt a wave of kinky pleasure, seeing the black janitor watching her getting her cunt sucked. She felt both ashamed and shameless. It was hard to believe this was happening, but she didn't regret it. Not a bit.
Another hectic minute passed and then Charlie leaned back from Barbara's cunt. He was anxious to go on to the next stage of this encounter.
"Come on, you sweet things. I want to fuck. I want to shove my fat dick inside your white pussies."
Barbara groaned and convulsed. She reached down and pressed her hand against her pussy.
"God ... yes, yes," she gasped, twisting her mouth down from Cindy's dripping pussy hole. "I have to be fucked ... I have to be fucked with that big cock!"
Cindy groaned. She didn't want Barbara to stop sucking her. It felt so good.
Charlie wiped the pussy juice from his mouth and took several deep breaths. Barbara spread her legs wide as the janitor crawled up over her. He grabbed her legs under the knees and pressed them back till her feet were back above her head. Her cunt was wide open then, her ass cheeks stretched apart to reveal her pouting pink asshole.
"Oh, don't that look nice," Charlie said with a laugh. "Yeah, real nice."
He stroked his cock a few times and then bent it down to Barbara's hole. He slid it around the outer edges before slipping it inside. She was soaking wet and there was no trouble getting his cock right inside her.
Barbara tensed. She closed her eyes and shuddered convulsively just before he pressed inside. Then she opened her eyes, gasped, and lifted her cunt up at him as he pounded in with full force.
"Oh God! Ohhhhhh! Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me with that big, beautiful black cock!"
Charlie plunged every inch of his cock into her and as quickly drew it out again. His hands ran up and down her inner thighs and then he braced himself and stabbed her with his cock once more. In and out, he began fucking with a fast, violent rhythm. In and out, again and again.
Cindy watched it all with widened eyes. It was a riveting spectacle. She stood by the side of the cot, sideways to the two of them, and she could see the black pole plunging in and out of her girlfriend's open cunt. She glanced up at Barbara and saw her features contorting with lust.
"Oh God, Cindy, ohhhhh! It's beautiful, beautiful, yes, yes, oh God, you can't believe how good it feels!"
Charlie fucked faster, harder, plunging deeper, in and out. Barbara screamed so loud that Cindy became fearful. For the first time since all of this started she became aware of where they were and what would happen if anyone found them. She hoped Barbara wouldn't scream that loud again.
Barbara groaned next, though, a lower, throatier sound.
"Mmmmm ... I'm coming, I'm coming ... oh God, that's good, that feels so good!"
Her head twisted from side to side. Her body twitched and shivered as the black cock attacked her. And then her gyrations began to slow down. She let out a long gasp and her body stopped twitching. Her eyes closed for nearly a minute while she breathed deeply through her open mouth.
Her eyes opened. She looked at Cindy and smiled.
"That was fantastic," she mumbled.
Charlie pulled his prick out of Barbara's cunt. He glanced at Cindy and nodded. The girl trembled. He stroked his wet cock back and forth a few times and then moved towards her. Cindy let out a cry as he sat down on the edge of the cot and pulled her against him.
"Come on, sit right down on that big black cock of mine, that's the way," he said.
Cindy glanced at Barbara for some sort of guidance but the other girl was in a daze from her orgasm. She looked down at the throbbing pole and then lowered her pussy to it. She stopped, shaking with excitement as the first inch entered her.
Charlie grabbed at her ass cheeks and pulled her down sharply, impaling her with his cock. Cindy felt a wave of pain shoot all through her and she screamed.
"Oh God! Ohhhhh! It hurts ... it hurts ..."
But Charlie didn't stop and in another moment the pain was turning to pleasure. It swelled up all around her. She gasped and whimpered. Her hands reached out to the janitor and clutched his shoulders for support.
Charlie pulled on her ass and thrust his cock up, jamming the remaining inches into her. Cindy shuddered violently. He lifted her up, holding tight to her ass. He swung her around and then pulled her down again. They shook and rocked. The cot seemed ready to fall apart.
Cindy closed her eyes. It had happened. It was over, in fact, at least the crucial part, the actual loss of her virginity. She almost wanted to laugh out loud. She had given a lot of thought to what her first sexual encounter would be like but never had she considered something like this: down in the basement of her school with her best friend and a black janitor shoving his thick prick in and out of her.
As Charlie became more and more excited he fucked harder, faster. They rocked about and Cindy was afraid she would be bounced right off of him. She clung to his chest for protection as the cock slid in and out of her cunt.
Her cunt took only a few seconds to adjust to having that huge prick inside of her. Now it seemed as natural as could be. And it was good. There was no doubt in her mind about that. Barbara had said some silly things in her time but now Cindy knew that all she said about sex being so wonderful was true. And her mother was wrong, Cindy thought. She was stubborn and wrong.
God, Cindy thought, if she could see me right now she would pass out or have a heart attack or something.
She was feeling hot waves of pleasure flow through her. They got stronger every time he pumped the prick through her. In and out, again and again the janitor shoved his long, thick dick up inside her pussy. He twirled it around for a moment and she could feel the hard muscle pulsing at her cunt walls. And then he would drop it down, pulling it out of her pussy for another moment. He repeated the motion countless times. They were both gasping. Charlie snarled and heaved. He was like a bear, huffing and puffing as he bounced the young white girl over his lap.
He grabbed at her beautifully-rounded ass. His black fingers made a stunning contrast with her creamy white flesh. Charlie's head stretched back. His mouth opened and he snarled, showing his bit white teeth.
"Ohhhh! I'm gonna come soon ... yeah, yeah, I'm going to fill this bitch's cunt with my sperm ..."
"Yes, yes," Barbara said gleefully. "Give it to her, let her feel that come!"
"She'll feel it all right ... there's gonna be plenty of it, baby ... plenty!"
He rammed in and out. Barbara had moved next to them and she watched the cock going through her friend's pussy. But it was no more than a blur now he moved it so fast.
Barbara was excited. She watched intently, smiling, nodding her head emphatically. She moved closer, so close that Cindy could feel her breath on her crotch. Then Barbara was touching her girlfriend. She moved her hands over Cindy's ass and Charlie's thighs. She touched the dangling black balls and the pistoning prick. She groaned and licked her lips, then moved her mouth right up against the churning action. She licked in at Cindy's cunt. Her tongue slapped against the cock and the pussy meat. She used her hands too. Her fingers pressed down on the girl's clit. Cindy convulsed. She saw stars now, pleasure sweeping through her.
"I'm right behind you, mama," the janitor groaned, thrusting up deep inside the drooling pussy and screwing his enormous cock around and around.
Barbara lost herself in this new attack. The fucking bodies bumped against her again and again, nearly breaking her nose more than once, but she didn't stop. She stabbed at them with her tongue, licking up drooling cunt juice as well as the dribbling sperm from Charles's cock.
"I'm coming!" Cindy screamed. She spoke at the top of her voice. She didn't even think about her surroundings or the risk involved in raising her voice. She screamed with pleasure and the pleasure was all she knew about. It flared, rushing up, her nerves exploding, the room spinning around in circles. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced or imagined. It was almost frightening as the sensations grew and grew, faster, stronger all the time. Barbara putting her tongue against Cindy's clit was the final push over the edge. Her body rose up to the tip of the cock, convulsed violently and then rammed down hard, swallowing up every inch of the hard black meat. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she screamed. "Oh God, it's beautiful, it's so good ... so good!"
"Shit! She's pulling it out of me, this chick!" Charlie growled.
She was bouncing so hard and fast that he could hardly keep his hold on her. His nails dug deeper into her ass cheeks, nearly tearing the flesh.
Barbara winced as Cindy's cunt spritzed her with juice. She licked off as much as she could and then shoved her tongue back in at them, licking up and down with wild, violent strokes. She moved from the cunt down to Charles's balls, wrapping her tongue around one and then the other.
"Oh Lord! Ohhhhh! Here I come, you sweet thing!" the janitor groaned.
He crushed his head against the girl's chest, rubbing back and forth against her shaking titties. Cindy felt a burst of liquid inside her cunt, then another and another. She ground herself down on him and her cunt sucked up more of the burning liquid.
They shook for another minute and then began to slow down. All three were out of breath, looking dazed from the wild exertion. Cindy held a hand to her chest and gasped. She hung her head down. It was incredible, she thought. Greater than she had ever imagined.
Barbara twisted around and stretched out on the floor. Her hand moved to her pussy and cupped it. She tingled and a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.
When Charlie had caught his breath, he leaned forward again and patted Cindy on the ass.
"That was real nice, little girl, real nice," he said.
Cindy shifted, lifting up and feeling the cock slide out of her pouch. She shuddered. Pleasure was still racing through her veins, tingling in her nerve endings.
"You better get yourself off that cock of mine and get back to school now," Charlie sighed. "I got a lot of work to do, you know. I don't only teach sex education at this here school."
Cindy nodded. Carefully, she lifted off the cock and stood up.
"Yeah, come on, girl," Barbara said, already putting her clothes on. "I'm hungry after all that fucking around. If we hurry we'll still have time for lunch."
Cindy shrugged. She laughed. Realities like lunch, the outside world, everything, seemed millions of miles away. She stumbled about putting her clothes back on.
Barbara hurried her out of Charles's "office" and over to the metal staircase.
"So how did you like that, girl?" she said.
Cindy only smiled.
CHAPTER SIX
Doris was vacuuming the living room. Cindy was in school, Howard was at work, and Doris was so bored she could scream! She didn't know how many times she had vacuumed the living room in her life, but this seemed like one time too many.
When she heard the doorbell ring, she would have gladly welcomed any intrusion, even a Jehovah's Witness. She turned off the vacuum and rushed to answer it, a smile lighting up her face when she saw her friend Sally standing on the front porch.
"You don't know how glad I am to see you," enthused Doris, giving her friend a hug. "Come on in and I'll fix us some chocolate cake."
Sally gave her a rueful glance. "Not for me, thanks. I'm watching what I eat these days."
Doris glanced at Sally's figure with envy. She was tall and very slim with the kind of fashion model's body that Doris envied. "I don't know why. You don't have an extra ounce on you anywhere."
"And that's the way I want to keep it," said Sally. "Which is one of the reasons I stopped by. What are you doing this afternoon?"
"You have saved me from the boredom of housework," said Doris.
Sally grinned. "Good. I'm on my way to my health club and thought you might like to join me. I can get you in free as my guest and I think you'll like the place. After some exercise and a sauna you'll feel like a million dollars."
Doris wasn't sure about that. She thought maybe coffee and chocolate cake would make her feel better than exercising, but since her friend wouldn't join her in that ...
Doris noticed then that her friend was dressed in leotard and tights with just a wrap-around skirt over it. "Do I need to dress like that? I don't have a leotard."
Sally shook her head. "Just bring along a T-shirt and shorts. Keep on what you're wearing and we'll go out for a drink afterwards. As a reward for all our hard labor."
The drink sounded good to Doris, and anything was better than more housework, so she went upstairs and stuffed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt in her purse, then she and Sally went out to Sally's car.
Doris not only envied Sally her figure, she also envied her new red sports car and her freedom. Sally had only been divorced for six months and already her life seemed far more exciting to Doris than her life had ever seemed.
"So how's single life?" Doris asked Sally as they drove downtown.
"Honey, you wouldn't believe it! It's more fantastic than my greatest expectations."
"Lots of men, huh?"
"Lots? Let me put it this way, the world has changed since the days when we used to date. It is just one continuous ball, in more ways than one, if you get my meaning."
Doris got her meaning all right. It used to be, in the old days, she'd feel sorry for her women friends who got divorced. But then in those days it was usually the husband who wanted out. Now it was the women who were leaving their husbands in droves and every one of them that Doris knew seemed to be far happier single.
She thought of it herself occasionally. Cindy was a teenager now and wouldn't be shattered by her parents divorcing. Most of her friends had parents who were divorced. But she guessed she lacked the guts. And Howard wasn't so bad. They were comfortable together. Things could be a lot worse.
But once in a while she caught herself thinking about having her own place. An apartment, preferably, that wouldn't be any trouble to keep clean. Maybe in one of those adult complexes where all the "swinging singles" lived. Some place with a pool and tennis courts and parties in the recreation room.
But best of all would be all the men. The endless variety of men. Yes, she'd really like to expand her sex life. More men, more different ways, maybe even more than one at a time! She blushed just thinking about that.
"Don't you ever get lonely?" Doris asked Sally.
"Who has time to be lonely? Anyway, I was lonely when I was married. Listen, any night I have free and I'm just sitting at home, maybe getting bored, all I have to do if I want a little excitement is drive to one of the singles bars in town. There is always action if you want to look for it. Listen, this might shock you, but last week I had a different man every single night!"
It didn't shock Doris; it intrigued her.
"Do you ever see any of them more than once?"
"Not too often. The first time is the most exciting; after that it's usually all downhill."
"Don't you ever really like any of them? Want to see them again?"
Sally shook her head. "They're all alike out of the sack. Boring businessmen for the most part. And mostly married. If I want companionship, someone to have a good time with, I'd rather see you or one of my other friends. Anyway, if they're not married, they usually are looking to get married. And I'll never fall for that business again!"
"Do you ever screw around with any of your friends' husbands?"
Sally looked over at her and laughed. "If you're hinting have I ever made it with Howard, forget it! No, the husbands of friends are strictly off limits. Even if any of them did appeal to me, which they don't."
Doris was secretly relieved to hear that. But she didn't think Howard would go for Sally anyway. Not the way he liked big tits. To hear Howard talk the only thing he required of a woman was that she have big tits. She had never understood that until her own experience with a woman. She wasn't about to call it a lesbian experience, because she knew damn well she wasn't a lesbian.
Just a ... well, a "womanly" experience. It had been a revelation to her how nice it was to suck on a tit. It had always seemed silly to her before that. Howard had always reminded her of a little baby slobbering all over his mommy's tit.
But now that she had done it herself ... well, it had been a very satisfying experience. And one that she wouldn't mind repeating someday. Some day in the future.
"Aren't you ever afraid you might catch VD or something?" she asked Sally.
"Sure I am. So I have my doctor check me out once a month. And since I had my tubes tied, I don't have to worry about getting pregnant at all."
They arrived at the health club and Sally pulled into the parking lot.
They signed in at the desk, then Sally led her back to the room where the exercise class was just getting ready to start. Doris quickly changed into her shorts and T-shirt, then took a place at one of the exercise mats.
She looked around at the other women and wondered what they were doing there. Every single one of them had a perfect body. But maybe that was why their bodies were so good. Maybe it was all a matter of exercise.
Doris knew that men appreciated her voluptuous body. It was a little hard not to notice when she was always being stared at. But she knew it could really use some toning down and firming up in several places.
The instructor started with some simple exercises and Doris had no trouble keeping up at all. But then the exercises became progressively more difficult and it was soon all she could do not to just collapse on the mat and cry out of frustration. She just wasn't in shape and she vowed to talk to Howard about the possibility of her joining the club. He played golf; she deserved equal time at some exercise.
The class only lasted a half hour but seemed endless to Doris. She had used muscles she didn't know she had, and each and every one of them was now howling with pain.
"How are you feeling?" Sally asked her as they walked back to the locker room.
"Like I'll never move again," groaned Doris.
Sally chuckled. "Good. That means you did the exercises right."
"If I had known, I would have done them wrong!"
The locker room was filled with women in all stages of undress and Doris found herself surreptitiously glancing at all the good-looking bodies. There were tits in all sizes and shapes and Doris kept on admiring until she felt a familiar itch in her pussy and looked down to see that her own nipples were now erect and realized she was being turned on by the other women.
Blushing, she wrapped the large towel around her that Sally had handed to her, then followed Sally into the sauna.
There were three other women reclining on the wooden tiers as they entered, and the blast of hot, dry air momentarily stopped Doris in the doorway.
"Hurry up and close it, you're letting the heat out," complained one of the comatose bodies.
Doris pushed the door closed, then got onto one of the wooden benches, her towel still covering her body.
Sally wasn't as modest. She spread herself out on one of the benches on top of her towel, her legs apart and one hand casually resting on her pussy.
In a few minutes Doris felt herself being lulled by the heat. Her body had a film of sweat all over it and she could actually feel her muscles losing the pain they had acquired from the exercising.
Noticing that the other women all had their eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping, she let the towel fall loose around her and closed her own eyes. And, like Sally, her hand came to rest between her legs.
And that's when she realized how horny she was feeling. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to her. Hell, she always felt horny at the beach. Something to do with the heat, she supposed. But she was feeling definitely horny now and longed to do something about it.
Well, why not? No one was looking. And women all talked to each other about their masturbating techniques, anyway. No one would be shocked to see her with her own finger on her clit.
Which it was. And then it was slowly moving back and forth across her sensitive clit and she could hear herself softly humming with pleasure. It had been a while since her finger had massaged her clit. The vibrator was so much faster and easier. But there was something more pleasurable about the feel of skin on skin. Much nicer than the feel of plastic!
She closed her eyes and lost herself in one of her familiar fantasies. Familiar and also quite recent. It had to do with Mike Gowden, one of the teenage boys who had come by the house to visit with Cindy a few times. And each time he had Doris had found herself having to leave the room because his presence so excited her. And she was ashamed to feel that way about a teenage boy, a boy young enough to be her son, but she couldn't seem to help it.
And he was such a beautiful boy. He had a thick head of black curls that fell forward over his forehead and eyes that were like two dark tunnels. She longed to lose, herself in those tunnels, explore then-depths.
But why kid herself, it was his body that really turned her on. He was an athlete and strongly muscled, to say nothing of the thick bulge she always discerned in his pants. His very tight pants!
In her fantasy Mike would come by to see Cindy, but Cindy wouldn't be home.
"Would you like to come in and wait for her?" she would ask him, and he would nod his head shyly and come into the house.
And once inside he would make his confession to her. That it was her he always came to see, not Cindy. That her body was driving him wild and he would die if he couldn't possess it just once.
And she could see that what he was saying was true because the bulge in his pants would suddenly assume the shape of a long, thick, hard cock.
And without saying a word to him, she would walk over to him and put her hand on his pants over his cock and squeeze it. Then, miraculously, they would both suddenly be on the floor without their clothes and he would be entering her fast and hard.
And then she would be filled with cock. Totally, completely filled to the brim! And her cunt would be soaked with juices, but even so it would be a tight fit with her pussy muscles clenched around his prick. And then he would begin riding her, driving his prick in and out of her with a young man's energy and force, and she would be consumed with lust.
And he would fuck her hard and fast until she would start to scream with the pleasure of it and begin to come over and over again until it seemed like one long, sustained orgasm.
And his beautiful young face would be above her, laughing, and occasionally he would lean his head over and suck on one of her nipples, being rough with it and hurting her. And she would love the pain as much as the pleasure.
And the best part would be that he could fuck her as many times as she wanted. And she would want it over and over again. Something Howard was no longer able to do.
And once in a while she would vary the fantasy so that Cindy would arrive home and catch them fucking. And she would stand there in amazement to see Mike and her mother fucking away on the floor, having the time of their lives.
She loved to fuck so much. So much. And she never got enough of it. Except in her fantasies.
She stifled the scream she felt welling up in her throat as she drove herself towards orgasm. And then she was there, standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall, waiting for the cliff to explode and shatter her body into a million pieces.
Her eyes flew open at the moment of orgasm, but she was too excited to notice that the other women were all watching her, their smiles silently cheering her on. She felt herself coming, her pussy flowing with her come, her cunt spasming with the force of the explosion she was feeling inside of her body.
And then it was over and she lay spent, gasping for breath while the spasms inside her body subsided and she felt, at least momentarily, at peace.
"Glad the health club turns you on," joked Sally, and the other women joined in the laughter.
Doris looked around in surprise and embarrassment. "Oh, I thought you were all sleeping."
"No, I think we were all fantasizing, just like you," said Sally, and the other women nodded in agreement.
"Is it just me or does the heat make you horny, too?" Doris asked Sally.
"That's hard to say," answered Sally, "because just about anything makes me horny."
But then the other women joined in and agreed that the heat had that effect on them, also.
"Time to go," said Sally, "before we become dehydrated."
The cold shower felt marvelous to Doris after the heat of the sauna, but surprisingly enough she still felt horny. But then she was feeling horny an awful lot lately for some reason.
She put on her clothes, stuffed her exercise clothes back into her purse, then put on some lipstick and combed her hair before leaving with Sally.
"Remember, you promised me a drink," she reminded Sally as they got back into the car.
"Listen, I wouldn't forget that. That's the best part!"
"I wouldn't mind something with the drink," said Doris, thinking of the chocolate cake at home that she had baked that morning.
"Oh, you'll get something with your drink all right," said Sally with a wink.
"I was referring to food."
"Ummmmm, I was referring to another hunger," said Sally with an enigmatic look.
"Sally, you're not planning on going to one of those singles bars, are you?"
"I figured you needed a new experience."
"Oh, I couldn't!" But even as she was protesting, Doris felt a sense of excitement pervade her body. Well, why not? Why shouldn't she live out one of her fantasies?
"Are there men there in the middle of the afternoon?"
"Sure. Businessmen looking for some extracurricular activity!"
"Oh, my God, what if Howard is there?"
"Well, I wouldn't worry about it. If he's there it will be for the same reason you're there. And then you'll know the truth about him."
But Doris didn't believe for a moment that Howard would be there. Howard wasn't the type. Of course she wouldn't have thought she was, either. But she didn't have to do anything if she didn't want to. Nobody could force her. She would just have a drink, talk with Sally, and see what happened.
Anyway, maybe none of the men would even like her!
But that notion was dispelled the second she walked into the dark interior of the bar. Every pair of eyes surveyed her at length, caressing her tits and ass and mentally undressing her.
Even though she felt ill at ease, Doris, almost by reflex, sucked in her stomach and pushed out her tits. She knew what men liked and she knew she had it.
She had thought Sally would sit at the bar, but instead she took a seat in one of the circular booths. They each ordered a drink then made conversation until the first two men appeared by their table.
"You ladies want some company?" asked one of the men.
He was speaking to Doris and she looked him over. He was younger than Howard, maybe around thirty, and had a full head of blond wavy hair and a deep suntan. He was tall and lean and his smile was full of temptation.
Doris smiled up at him and motioned with her head for him to join them.
She hadn't known she was going to do that, but suddenly it seemed like the right thing to do. And the other man was already seated beside Sally.
"My name's Lance," said the blond, sitting down close beside her.
She didn't believe for a minute that that was his real name. "Mine is Ariel," she fabricated, thinking that two could play the same game.
His eyes were warm on her. "Can I buy you another drink?"
"Two drinks and I lose my inhibitions," she admitted to him.
"Then by all means have another," he said, motioning to the bartender for four of the same.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" she asked him.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'd much rather be fucking. Wouldn't you?"
"I'd rather be fucking than anything," she told him truthfully, and heard his answering chuckle.
Doris, not believing this was really happening to her, glanced over to see how Sally was faring. And from the looks of it she was doing all right. Her man already had his hand up her skirt and Sally was moaning with pleasure.
Doris looked away, embarrassed.
But then she felt Lance's hand creeping up beneath her skirt and she gave a little start. But she didn't stop him. She had no desire whatsoever to stop him!
When his hand reached her crotch it stopped. Once again he whispered to her. "Listen, honey, why don't you go into the ladies room and remove your bra and panties. We could have a lot more fun that way."
She gave him a shocked look, but then the idea of it started to get to her. She had never sat in a public place without any underwear on. The idea of it made her hot.
He got up to let her out of the booth, and Doris hurried back to the washroom to do as he said. When she returned she could see by his eyes on her tits that he was as excited as she was.
His hand went back up under her skirt and she slid down on the seat, spreading her legs apart to give him better access to her pussy.
Then she looked up and noticed that the other men at the bar could clearly see under the table. Could clearly see what was happening. And that made her even hotter. So hot that she spread her legs apart even further to give them a better view of her cunt.
He was shoving two fingers up her pussy and she could hear the wet noises he was making. She was soaked already just from his fingers.
And then his other hand was reaching up beneath her blouse and grabbing at one of her tits. And she longed to unbutton it and draw his mouth down to suck on her, but she was awfully afraid that such behavior would get them thrown out of the bar.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, "you're going to make me come in public!"
"That's a real pleasure," he assured her.
Her hand reached over and felt the bulge in his lap. She could feel what a big prick he had and how hard it was already.
"Ummmm," he moaned when her hand began to squeeze it.
She struggled with his zipper but finally managed to get it open. Then it was another struggle trying to get his now fully-extended cock out the opening of his fly, but she finally managed.
It was enormous! Truly gigantic in proportions, and she longed to feel it stuffed up her cunt. But not here. Not now!
He now had three fingers up her cunt and was exploring her insides. She hoped his cock was as talented as his fingers, which were making her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time.
And his hand on her tits was something else, too. He was pinching her nipples hard, making them ache with lust.
Her own hand was moving up and down the length of his cock, squeezing hard. She stopped to reach inside his fly and take hold of his balls, but he reacted so strongly to that she was afraid he might come there and then, so she removed her hand and went back to stroking his cock.
"You have some pair of boobs, you know that?" he asked her.
"You're not built so bad yourself," she murmured, almost too carried away to speak.
"I'd like to get you in a bed and fuck the shit out of you!"
"Oh, please do," she begged him, wanting nothing more than to have him throw her down somewhere and mount her.
She felt like a bitch in heat, hotter than she had felt in the sauna. His hands were driving her wild beyond anything she had ever imagined. And she knew it was partly due to the audience. There must be something of the exhibitionist in her that she hadn't been aware of.
"Want to go to a motel?" he asked her.
She nodded wordlessly. But then she began to come and forgot all else. She was writhing on the seat, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth hanging open as she felt her pussy clench and unclench over and over again on his fingers. He knew what was happening to her, too, and finger-fucked her faster and harder than before until her shaking subsided and she could once more find her voice.
At that moment Sally leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I knew you'd take to this like a duck to water!"
"My God, Sally, I feel absolutely ... wanton!" Doris whispered back.
Sally giggled. "That's the only way to be!"
"He wants me to go to a motel with him."
"Good, we'll all go. You ever had group sex before?"
Doris looked horrified. "Oh, I'd be too embarrassed!"
"If you're not too embarrassed to be carrying on in a public place, group sex in a motel shouldn't bother you."
Doris could see the truth in that. Lance was removing her hand from his cock, then quickly zipping up his pants. And slowly, in a dreamlike state, Doris followed the others out of the bar. There was some scattered applause as they departed, but she ignored her new celebrity status.
The man with Sally, whose name was purported to be Phil, drove them all to the motel. It was only a short drive, but Doris found she couldn't wait even that long. As soon as she was beside Lance in the back seat, she took out his cock once again and dove for it with her mouth.
She sucked on it slowly at first, drawing out the pleasure, sticking her tongue into the slit in the cock's head, cleaning it out, savoring the taste. She licked it while she sucked it, moving her tongue all around, sucking it hard. And then she tried to swallow it all, but it was too large and she gagged as she tried.
She cursed her throat for not being larger, deeper, not allowing her to take him all in.
He was moaning and pushing his crotch up against her, wanting her to take more and more!
She knew she could make him come. Make him come with only her mouth!
And that he would come inside of it, filling her throat with his hot, salty come. And she could hardly wait for the moment. Hardly wait to begin swallowing his gism, already anticipating the taste.
She sensed the moment when his come began to climb his rod, the moment when it erupted from the head down into her throat. And she eagerly swallowed it, gulping it noisily, not wanting to miss a drop. She felt consumed with a need for his come and he supplied it, shooting out glob after glob that hit the back of her throat before she swallowed it.
And when he finished, she held his cock in her mouth as it slowly diminished in size. And still her need was not satiated!
The men checked them into the motel while the women waited in the car. Doris hoped that no one she knew would see her entering a motel with a strange man in the middle of the afternoon. She was feeling a little nervous about the impending group sex, but she was more excited about it than she was nervous. The man Sally was with was very handsome also and she wouldn't mind having both of them service her. As she wouldn't mind servicing them both!
She really didn't know what had gotten into her. She had never had so much varied sex in one day before. And they had only just begun! And she didn't have to be single to enjoy it, either. She was having the same kind of good time Sally was having. Her, a married woman!
Just so Howard never found out. She was afraid he would kill her if he ever did. He wouldn't even recognize the way she was acting. Suddenly a sex symbol, at her age.
The men led them into the motel room and suddenly Doris came back to reality. It was just the kind of sleazy place she had always imagined people to have extramarital sex in. It was carpeted in dirty brown industrial carpeting with suspect-looking spots in places. There was an enormous bed with a headboard of blond wood with a device attached that one could feed quarters into in order to have the bed vibrate. It was covered in a blue striped spread with holes burnt in it from countless cigarettes.
The only other piece of furniture in the room was a plastic desk with two drawers and an orange plastic chair. Lance was already lowering the Venetian blinds to make the room look like night.
Doris began to feel a little sick and went into the bathroom to throw some cold water on her face. At least the bathroom was clean with spotless white towels hanging on the rack.
She looked into the mirror and saw how flushed her face was and how bright her blue eyes appeared to be. Her blonde hair appeared slightly tousled as though she had just gotten out of bed. Sally looked in at her.
"You all right, honey?"
"I guess so."
"Having second thoughts?"
Doris shrugged.
"Look, we can call it off if you want."
But Doris didn't think she could do that. She would feel like a fool, particularly after the way she had devoured Lance's cock on the ride over.
Instead she began to remove her clothes, trying to appear more casual than she felt. And when she was totally naked, she walked back into the bedroom.
Both of the men whistled at her appearance, then whistled again as Sally, also naked, followed her out of the bathroom.
Not wanting to lag behind, the two men quickly divested themselves of their own clothes, then each moved towards one of the women.
Lance took Doris in his arms, pressing the length of his body against hers, his hard cock moving against her body. "God, I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it," he said to her, and suddenly she was feeling all right again. She wanted his cock inside of her, too. More than anything else she could think of.
He lifted her up, then lowered her gently on the bed. Then, without waiting for the others, he straddled her, his hard cock in his hand.
"Go on, shove it in me," urged Doris, moving her cunt up off the bed in her eagerness.
He pulled her legs up onto his shoulders, then, with one quick gesture, thrust his cock deep inside her cunt.
Doris groaned from the supreme pleasure of being filled completely with cock. He was all the way inside, hitting up against her uterus, and she began to move her cunt, wanting him to fuck her.
He began to move slowly in and out of her wet pussy, each stroke driving her more and more wild. She found that her fingernails were clawing his back, her legs around his head almost strangling him in an effort to pull him deeper and deeper inside of her.
She could feel her tight pussy grabbing his cock as it moved in and out of her. They were a perfect fit. Doris liked the man to be on top. Oh, sometimes it was fun to be on top herself and to be able to regulate all the moves. She also liked to watch the man admire her dangling boobs when she was the one on top. And it did, she had to admit, give her a certain feeling of power, of being in control of the situation. But most of all she liked being under a man. Deep down she preferred that it be the man who was in control, not her. She liked the feeling of surrendering herself to the man. She liked to be able to look up at him as he fucked her, watch his eyes, his mouth, the expression on his face. She liked to be able to reach up and touch his strong chest, feel the muscles of his arms. Some of the happiest moments of her life had been spent beneath a man!
He was moving a little faster now, pushing in and out with dedication, her pussy walls expanding to receive him.
Doris felt herself approaching her first climax, felt her muscles inside clenching up, the wonderful feeling of being close to the brink, of being just about to fall and knowing that fall was going to be the most exciting thing in the world, the closest to heaven she would ever experience.
She reached the moment, let out a scream and went over the edge. The cuntal contractions followed, lifting her body up off the bed and finally coming to a shuddering halt.
The contractions around his prick seemed to spur him on to greater heights. His shaft was moving in and out of her now like lightning, so fast it almost made her dizzy to watch him. He saw her lips part with pleasure and reached down, closing his mouth over hers.
She grasped his tongue and began to suck it, trying to suck it as fast and as hard as he was fucking her.
Her pussy was feeling fulfilled. Stretched to its limits, it clenched itself around him, wanting never to let go. He removed his tongue from her mouth and closed his mouth over one of her tits.
"Ahhhhh," sighed Doris, watching as his mouth moved on her tit, sucking it with hunger. She reached up and stroked his strong chest, moving her hands around his virile male body. Then she found herself heading for another orgasm, one that felt like it was going to be stronger than the first. She closed her eyes and let it flow over her, the waves buffeting her around on the bed.
She reached the crest and, instead of receding, the waves went on and on, the orgasm seeming to last forever. I hope I never stop coming, she thought to herself, savoring every moment, wanting it to never end. The climax lasted so long she finally realized it had become a series of multiple orgasms.
Over and over again she was coming, her cuntal juices spilling forth around his prick, lubricating them both. She was shaking uncontrollably, her body in spasms, and he removed his mouth from her tit and began to fuck her even harder and faster.
"Fuck me, fuck my cunt," shouted Doris, not even knowing that she was speaking the words aloud. "Fuck the hell out of me, fuck me to death!"
And then suddenly he was coming inside of her and she could feel the hot spurts of his jism hitting against her uterus. She went mad with ecstasy, shouting out her pleasure at what he was doing to her.
With one last deep, hard plunge, he was finished. He rolled off of her and closed his eyes while she moved into his arms, both of them gasping.
When Doris had somewhat recovered, she suddenly became aware of what was happening next to her on the bed. Sally and Phil were blissfully fucking away beside them and Doris propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look.
She had never before seen a couple fuck up close and found it a novel experience. She could actually watch, only inches away, as Phil's cock plunged in and out of Sally's juicy, wet cunt. Doris found herself getting turned on by watching them.
Quite involuntarily, she reached over a hand to place it on top of Sally's pubic mound. She could now feel the movement of the fucking but she still wanted more.
Slowly, hardly aware of what she was doing, she slid her hand further and further down towards Sally's cuntal opening until Phil's cock was grazing her hand as it moved in and out of Sally.
And then she began to inch her fingers inside Sally's pussy so that Phil's cock was fucking the back of her hand and her fingers were covered with Sally's juices. She felt herself trembling with lust at the touch and longed to do more.
"It's a turn-on, isn't it?" asked Lance.
"What?"
"Watching other people fuck."
"I hadn't thought it would be."
"Sure. Why do you think porno movies are so popular?"
Doris didn't know about that. She had never seen a porno movie. But if it was anything like this ...
As her hand remained in Sally's cunt, she moved her head down and took one of Sally's nipples in her mouth. Sally's tits might not be as large as hers, but her nipples were gigantic. Doris had been quite jealous the first time she had seen them. They were the size of champagne corks and just as hard.
She sucked on it voraciously, hearing Sally's answering moans of pleasure, then began to moan herself as Lance's hands reached around her and began to pull roughly at her own tits. She hoped he'd get hard again fast as she hadn't gotten enough fucking to satisfy her yet.
She pushed her ass back against Lance's limp prick and began to rotate it gently, slowly working herself up into a frenzy of passion. What was the good of having two men in bed if one of them was spent and the other was fucking Sally?
Then she felt it. The slightest stirring against her ass. She began to rotate her ass harder against his prick, willing it to sit up and take notice. She wasn't aware of how the sight of her delightfully rounded ass was affecting Lance. He wanted to fuck again, all right, but he wanted to fuck her from behind, in her rear entrance, so to speak.
He moved in closer to her and now she could feel his stiffening rod sliding between her cheeks in her crack. She pushed back hard against him, urging him on.
And then she thought she heard him spit, and the next thing she knew he was rubbing a wet substance all over her puckered little asshole. And the feeling of his finger rubbing her asshole began to drive her wild. She thrust back hard against his finger, and he shoved it inside of her, moving it around and making her gasp in shock.
Suddenly she wanted what he wanted. She wanted that large, hard rod of us to penetrate her ass. Her forbidden area! She took her mouth off Sally's tit and began to concentrate fully on what was happening behind her.
"Oh yes, I like that, yes," she moaned, pushing back so that his finger went in even more deeply.
"You have a beautiful ass, you know that?" whispered Lance.
"Fuck me in the ass, please, shove it in me," she begged him.
"Oh, I will. In a minute. How does my finger feel?"
"Fantastic! It's making me hotter than hell!"
"It's so soft inside your asshole. So incredibly soft!"
And tight, too, she thought to herself. It was probably the tightest place a man could possibly fuck. She wanted her asshole raped, ravaged, not even caring if it would hurt. What was a little pain compared to the infinite amount of pleasure she was sure it would bring her?
"Now, please! Not your finger, shove in your cock. I want your cock inside me!"
He slowly removed his finger from her asshole and she felt bereft at its departure. But then the head of his cock was pressed up tightly against her hole and she pushed back against it.
"Relax your muscles and bear down," he instructed her. "It's the only way I'm going to get it in."
She did as he said, trying to relax all over but finding it difficult since she was so excited. As for bearing down, she hadn't been told to do that since she had given birth to Cindy, but she tried to remember just what to do.
He was pressing against her with all his strength, trying to force his large object in her small space, and with a stab of pain it was suddenly inside of her, the head past the strong sphincter muscle and home free!
She gave a sudden gasp from the pain, then a louder gasp of pure pleasure as she felt her asshole being filled up with his tremendous cock. He was slowly moving it in, the whole, long length of it, and with each inch she was getting more and more excited.
She was pushing back against him, helping him, loving the feel of every inch of that long, hard cock.
She could hear the other couple coming, hear their screams, but she paid no attention. What was happening to her personally was far more exciting. It might be exciting to watch, but it was far more exciting to do!
"Oh, God, that feels so wonderful!" she shouted, feeling him hit up against the end of her tunnel. "Oh, fuck me now, please fuck me!"
He let it remain still inside of her for just a moment, then began to move it out again, slowly, tantalizing her with his slowness. She moved her ass, trying to get him to speed up, but he wasn't to be hurried. Slowly, so slowly she was ready to scream from the suspense, he moved it out of her until just the head remained inside.
And then he began to fuck her in the ass. In and out, in and out he relentlessly drove his cock, while she, just as relentlessly, moved her ass back and forth against him. She was dry inside and each stroke pulled at the tender skin inside her asshole, causing sensations of pleasure unheard of in her cunt. It was a completely different experience from being fucked in the cunt, but in its own way just as full of pleasure.
He moved one of his hands off her tit and down to her cunt, finding her clit with his finger and rubbing it to the rhythm of his ass-fucking. She hadn't thought she would have an orgasm from being fucked in the ass, but now she knew she would. And quickly!
She hoped he was enjoying it as much as she was. To be fucked in the ass and twiddled on the clit at the same time was her idea of perfection. She began to come almost at once, screaming out, her screams reverberating around the motel room. She was too preoccupied to notice Sally and Phil now watching her with enjoyment.
And then Lance suddenly speeded up his fucking and she sensed that he was getting ready to come. And when the first spurt of come hit the back of her ass, the lubrication made him able to fuck her even faster and harder, and there was one long minute when his cock was moving with the speed of sound in and out of her, making her almost faint with ecstasy.
Much too soon for Doris, his cock dwindled back to normal and finally slid out of her ass completely. And then, before she knew what was happening, Phil was rolling over her so that he could take a turn at her ass.
She heard a low laugh. "Doesn't this beat housework?" Sally asked her.
Doris heard herself laughing in return. "It even beats your exercise class!"
"This is the only kind of exercise," chimed in Lance.
"But I did like the sauna," murmured Doris' sotto voice.
As Phil's cock began its slow progress up her now-lubricated asshole, Sally did something that surprised the hell out of Doris. She turned around on the bed so that her head was pointing towards the foot, and the next thing Doris knew Sally's face was breathing on Doris's muff.
Sally pressed her mouth and her nose into Doris's pubic hair, hair that was sticky with Lance's come. And then gentle hands parted the folds of the pussy, exposing the erect little clit to her view.
And then she closed her mouth over the clit, causing Doris to scream from the sudden strong sensation. ;
"OH, my God, Sally, yes, suck it, that feels so good, so fantastic!"
"And how does this feel?" asked Phil, his cock now deeply inside her asshole, filling her once again with hot prick.
"Oh, yes, both of you, it feels so good. Oh, don't stop, don't ever stop!"
While Sally was sucking on her clit, she also started using her fingers to probe the depths of Doris's pussy. Doris could feel one, then two, then three fingers being inserted into her cunt, and she shoved her pussy hard against Sally's hand, wanting even more!
And then something incredible started to happen. As Sally sucked greedily on her clit, Doris felt more than just fingers being shoved up her hole. It felt like ... she couldn't believe it ... it felt like Sally's entire hand!
Was it possible? Could a whole hand go up inside of her? Would it fit?
It did! It was suddenly all up inside her, filling her more completely than any cock ever had. It was larger and harder and stronger and more flexible than a cock. And it was inside of her, doing things to her she had never even dreamed about.
She could feel individual fingers probing her, pulling at her, exploring her. And she was filled from both directions because Phil's cock was now pumping in and out of her asshole. And, all along, with both of them, the relentless sucking on her clit!
Doris was torn between shoving her ass back against Phil and shoving her pussy up against Sally. So she did both, in perfect rhythm to Phil's ass-fucking.
Sally began to fist-fuck her in the cunt. And she was able to do it faster and with more force than Phil was able to ass-fuck her.
Doris would have been happy to never leave that motel room. She would have been perfectly content just to stay there forever, being fucked from all directions. It was the most awesome experience of her life!
She was too excited to do anything but just scream out her pleasure. She was coming, over and over again, having a stream of orgasms that threatened to render her unconscious.
And then she was penetrated from yet another direction. Lance, very excited about what was happening to Doris, had another erection, and shoved his hard cock in her mouth as she opened it to scream once again.
She sucked on it hungrily, loving the taste of his come and her pussy juices and other flavors she didn't recognize. He forced it deeply into her throat, almost gagging her, but she didn't mind. She would have liked to devour it completely if she had been able. She loved having a cock in her mouth, being able to suck on it and lick it and even nibble on it.
When the men came, Sally removed her mouth from Doris's clit and her hand from her cunt. And then the four of them just relaxed for a few minutes.
Doris was exhausted, both physically and mentally. But she was aware that she had gotten more sex than Sally and knew she would have to reciprocate. Which she didn't mind doing at all. Not at all!
And so, while the men were both enjoying a cigarette, Doris moved down on the bed until her head was at Sally's crotch.
She nuzzled her nose against Sally's soft pubic hair, then took her hands and parted the pussy lips, admiring the glistening pink insides.
She located Sally's clit immediately. It was much larger than her own and standing up erect within its sheath of skin. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick at it, making it bob back and forth and causing Sally to moan with pleasure and shove her cunt against Doris's face.
Then she took the clit between her lips and began to press it hard, knowing she could make Sally come that way. And when she had worked Sally up into a frenzy, she pulled it inside her mouth and began to suck on it. Suck on her little miniature cock!
Sally started to come and her juices were seeping out of her cunt and all over Doris's mouth. Doris sucked them up at the same time she sucked the clit. Sally was screaming and writhing around on the bed, and Doris opened her eyes to see Lance and Phil watching her performance with interest. But they were also glancing at their watches, and Doris realized that they both probably had to get back to work.
And, after Sally had been coming unceasingly for at least ten minutes, Phil said that they better be heading back soon. Which was a big disappointment to Doris, who Gould have gone on with the sex all day and far into the night!
The four of them got off the bed and went into the bathroom, squeezing themselves into the shower stall together and washing each other off. Then they all quickly dressed and the men drove the women back to the bar where they had met.
Lance asked Doris if he could see her again. Doris thought about it seriously for a moment, then declined the offer. She was sure that a second time wouldn't be half as exciting as the first had been, and she'd rather have the memory of a perfect afternoon.
Sally, however, gave her phone number to both of the men, and they both promised to call her.
Then Doris and Sally got into Sally's car and began the drive back to Doris's house.
"Did you have a good time?" Sally asked her, a gleam in her eyes.
"I think you know the answer to that!"
Sally chuckled. "Yeah, but I want to hear you say it!"
"I had the time of my life. My God, is this what you do all the time?"
"Every chance I get," said Sally, a smug sound to her voice.
"No wonder you work out at the gym. If you didn't, you'd probably be worn out all the time."
"Yes, getting in good condition really helps with endurance."
Doris hated the thought of returning to her housework. She was thinking that she could probably be a prostitute with no difficulty at all. Imagine being able to just have sex all the time, and even get paid for it! At the moment it seemed to her to be the best job in the world!
"So, do you want to join my health club?" Sally asked her as she drove up into the driveway of Doris's house.
"I'll ask Howard if I can. I sure enjoyed it."
"And afterwards we can always go out for a drink."
"Ummmmmmm!"
"And maybe more!"
That sounded good to Doris and she was sure Howard wouldn't say no. He would be happy that she was going to do something constructive about her physical well-being. At least she thought he would.
"Want to come in for some coffee?" she asked Sally.
"Sorry, but I better get home. I have a date tonight," said Sally.
"Oh, I'm jealous. You're going to get more!"
"Well, there's always Howard," said Sally.
As she walked into the house, Doris glared at the vacuum cleaner still propped up in the living room. She was certainly in no mood to finish that job!
Instead she went directly to the kitchen and cut herself a large piece of chocolate cake, then sat down at the table to consume it at her leisure. All that exercise had worked up quite an appetite!
Cindy arrived home as she was just finishing up her piece of cake and cut one for herself.
"Did you have a good day, honey?" Doris asked her.
"Okay, Mom. How about you?"
"Oh, you know, the usual. Housework. Not too exciting."
Cindy, busily eating her cake, missed the gleam in her mother's eyes as she said those words.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Howard Morten sat behind his desk, staring blankly at reports that should have been finished hours ago. But he had other, more pressing things on his mind. They might have been called family problems but that expression would have done little justice to the bizarre predicament Morten found himself in.
Today he had done something that he had never conceived of doing before. Not for real. He had certainly fantasized about doing something like it. But those were fantasies, not something you actually did.
But this morning he went ahead and acted. He had followed his impulses further than he should have. He had gone, finally. He'd gone into his daughter's room. He was propelled by desires even he didn't fully understand. It was the nagging, growing desire to become sexually intimate with his daughter.
Today he'd gotten out of bed while his wife was still sleeping and gone down the hall to Cindy's bedroom. He trembled as he thought about her lying beyond that door. He thought about her luscious body, something he desired more than anything else on earth.
Some awful need drove him to open the door. It was irrational. If his daughter saw him doing this he knew he would have no explanation, nothing to say to her. But he didn't stop there.
Already, before he'd even seen her, his cock had gone hard. It raised its head up, bulging out of his pajama pants. The thrill alone was taking his breath away.
And then he saw her. He almost couldn't move any closer he was so spellbound by the sight of her lying there in bed, still sleeping.
Though, somewhere in his mind he realized the danger, he forced himself closer to her.
He could see that her legs were spread under the bed sheet. Instinctively, he reached down and lifted it off of her. He pulled it down past her thighs. Her nightie was pushed up and she had no panties on. He looked down at his daughter's naked pussy and his cock throbbed wildly.
It should have been enough right there. That should have been enough for him to see, and then turn around and leave. But he couldn't go just yet.
He had to touch her. And he did, grazing his hand over her beautiful, moist pussy while she slept. He even touched the meat inside. He was tempted to slide his fingers right into her hole. She was so damned wet, he couldn't understand it. He checked once more to make sure she was sleeping but she appeared to be doing just that.
Then, coming to his senses, he stepped back, putting the sheet back into place. He moved out of the room and back into his bedroom where his wife was just waking up.
The thrill of that simple encounter with Cindy kept him tingling the rest of the morning. All he could think about was his daughter's luscious pink pussy gaping at him as she lay on the bed. Part of him knew that he had gone too far in lifting that sheet from her and touching her warm body. But another part told him he should have gone further, all the way. He should have torn down his pajama pants and jumped onto the bed with her. Then he could have fucked her the way he had wanted to for such a long time.
And now he sat behind his desk, unable to think of business. His cock was hard and his mind was buzzing with erotic thoughts for his daughter.
God, he thought, how can I go on like this? He knew that he was useless to the company in a state like this. He was likely to make mistakes if he did force himself to work on those papers in front of him.
There was too much pressure, he thought, and he needed release.
He knew exactly what sort of release he was thinking about. Usually, after he had a successful encounter with a young girl it would take weeks before he needed to go on the hunt again. But unexpected things had happened and now his need was greater than ever.
Having no idea about what he would do or where he would go, he impulsively buzzed his secretary.
When she came on the line, he barked at her, "Miss Hodgson, I just remembered an appointment I have outside. Cancel all of my other appointments. I'll be gone all day, I suspect."
"What if your wife calls, Mr. Morten? Where should I tell her you've gone if she wants to get in touch?"
"Don't tell her anything, Miss Hodgson. Do you understand me? You can tell her I went out for a business luncheon and that's all you know."
"Yes, sir."
He switched the intercom off and stood up. He looked down at his pants and stared at the heavy bulge in his crotch. He heaved a sigh and put on his jacket and walked out of the room.
He walked as if in a dream, down to the parking lot and into his car. He drove on, all through the town, through the suburbs, onto the highway.
He didn't know where he was going or what exactly he hoped to find but he drove on. And then he turned off the highway and onto a rural road that ran through the woods.
He was driving along this wooded road for five minutes when he saw something odd a hundred yards up ahead. He slowed his car down to watch as a station wagon swerved off the road. The front passenger door swung open and a body tumbled out of the car. It was a girl, Morten saw. She stood up and seemed to be shouting at the people in the station wagon. Their car suddenly picked up speed, leaving her behind.
Morten moved his own car ahead at a crawl, trying to see what the girl was like. She seemed very young. She was wearing a short skirt and tight top and seemed very well developed. She made quite a sight.
The girl spotted Morten's car. She moved to the edge of the road and raised her hand, shaking her thumb back and forth to show she wanted to hitch a ride.
Morten could see her more clearly. She was indeed quite young, around Cindy's age. Her hair was like Cindy's, only a little darker.
The girl seemed unsteady on her feet, as if she was sick ... or maybe drunk, he thought.
Morten braked to a stop when his car came beside her. She looked in at him and smiled.
"What's the matter?" Morten said.
She glanced up and down the road for a moment. His was the only vehicle in sight.
"Hello," she said. She stumbled a bit as she drew herself up to the side of the car.
Morten trembled. He was tingling with lust and his cock was getting hard as a rock just from being so close to her and having her address him.
"Can I do something for you?" he said.
The girl shrugged, smiling at him dazedly. Morten wondered what was wrong with her. She acted almost retarded. She was on something, he thought.
He knew what he wanted to do to her and he wondered if he could get away with it and have no trouble. Whoever her friends were, they had obviously abandoned her in the middle of nowhere. It was an empty, rural road. There was nothing around to stop Morten from doing what he pleased.
"Can I have a ride?" the girl said, smiling strangely. "It's spooky out here by myself."
"Of course, of course," Morten said. "Get right in here. Be my guest."
He opened the door for her.
She extended one leg into the car and her skirt rode high on her thigh. Morten stared at the creamy flesh and held his breath. As she brought the other leg in he could see right up to her panties.
He could hardly contain his excitement.
She closed the door and turned to him. She greeted him again, as if for the first time now. The girl was out of it, Morten realized. Drugged or crazy, that was for sure. He knew that he was being a rat to take advantage of someone in that condition but he would have to worry about that some other time-like on his deathbed.
If the girl was fool enough to get mixed up with some bad guys and get drunk or drugged and not know what she was doing Morten could hardly blame himself for it.
"Let's go for a little ride, shall we?" he said. It was an old, familiar line for him in these circumstances, but he had never used it this soon after meeting the girl.
The girl shrugged her shoulders languidly and nodded her head.
"Okay, sure. Where we going?"
"Somewhere where we won't be disturbed. Let's see if we can find a road going into the woods there.''
She glanced dreamily at the woods and brightened at the prospect of visiting them.
"That sounds like fun," she said.
He drove on, looking for some entrance between the trees where he could put the car out of public scrutiny, even though there wasn't much public around here in the first place. He didn't want to take any chances.
And then he found the passage he was looking for. It was not a path or a road but simply a long break in the trees. Morten hoped it would be big enough for him to get through. They drove in about five yards. There was an opening on the right side where a dead tree had fallen over.
Morten stopped the car and turned the engine off. He turned to the young passenger beside him.
They looked at each other. Morten shifted uncomfortably. His cock was dying to be let out of his pants. He smiled at the girl. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled back.
"Why don't we get more friendly?" he said softly.
He shifted closer to her and touched her arm. He ran his hand down over her chest and knew that she wasn't wearing a bra. The breasts were exquisite, big and firm and soft to the touch. The nipples were sprouting out and when he felt them he thought he would come in his pants.
The girl giggled. She looked at Morten and licked her lips, smacking them noisily.
"What did you have in mind?" she said. She hiccupped and then giggled.
"What did I have in mind?"
She gave him a strange smile and leaned closer for a moment.
"Yeah, are you going to fuck me?" she said.
Morten coughed in surprise. He laughed to cover his uneasiness.
"Fuck you? Why ... yes. Yes, that's what I had in mind. Wouldn't you like that?"
She muttered something inaudible. She pressed her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. She moved her head rhythmically from side to side, murmuring to herself as she did. Her hand slipped across her thigh and caressed it very lightly. Morten slipped his own hand down where she was caressing herself.
"Why don't you let me do that," he said.
The girl smiled oddly. Morten didn't stop to question her behavior. He took his opportunity. He moved his hands over her thighs, rubbing the soft flesh.
The girl moaned. A smile and then a frown creased her red lips.
He caressed her for a couple of minutes. Her eyes didn't open. She nodded her head, though, breathing through her nose.
Morten moved his hand up on her thigh, up under her skirt. He went slowly, carefully, watching her reaction, not wanting to scare her and turn her off. But it seemed to Morten that she was too turned on to get turned off without a great deal of effort.
She smiled and waved her hands, shaking her head from side to side as his fingers moved closer and closer to the treasure at her crotch.
At last his fingers touched the crotch of the panties. He pressed in and felt her cunt hairs. They crinkled against his touch. He moved his hand against her and rubbed it back and forth. The girl purred like a cat.
He moved his hand up and took hold of the elastic waist of the panties and pulled down in front. He uncovered her cunt hairs and they curled out into view. The girl's blue eyes flashed at him. She smiled dreamily. She gave a sudden laugh and shook her light brown hair all about.
"You ... you like that, don't you, dear?" Morten said tentatively.
She only gave a teasing laugh.
Morten felt his heart beating faster and faster. He moved his hand in and touched some of the soft cunt hairs. They were like silk. He pulled the panties down some more. She shifted so he could pull them and uncover her cunt. He didn't think he was going to be getting any objections from this particular young woman today.
"That's it ... lift up," he whispered. "Let me get those tight old things off you so you can be comfortable."
She murmured again and lifted her ass up. He quickly pulled the panties down to her knees. And then he looked at it, the bush .and the meat below. He gulped loudly and gave a nervous laugh. But the girl didn't seem to notice anything. She went on smiling languidly.
Morten reached in and touched her pussy hair. He pulled on some of the tangled fur. Then he moved his fingers down to the meat. He rubbed back and forth. The girl purred again now. She licked her lips and her nostrils quivered.
Morten moved his head closer to her pussy. He looked in at it like he was examining a piece of art. He stared and gulped and nodded his head, awed by her plump pussy hole.
He opened her thighs a little wider and moved his finger back and forth on the taut lips. The girl sighed and her thighs yawned wide apart, her pussy sticking out at him.
"Mmmm ... I like it when you touch me there," she sighed. "I like it more when you put your fingers right inside."
She licked her lips and smiled.
"I'll be glad to give you just what you want," he said with a nervous laugh.
She parted her thighs wider, lifting one leg up along the side of the car so that her pussy was fully opened.
Morten thought he could hear the sticky sound of her wet cunt as the lips peeled apart. He felt his own crotch burning, his cock hard and throbbing. But he would get relief soon, he told himself. There was nothing to worry about this time. She was proving to be his most willing "victim" since he'd begun this sport.
She raised her cunt up and looked down at it, playing with it, stroking it with her fingers and spreading the lips back as far as they would go.
Morten sniffed. Yes, it was there in the air already. It was the odor of aroused pussy and he loved it, especially when it came from a cunt so fresh and lovely.
He moved his head down, sliding between her plump thighs till he was only inches from her cunt. The smell was much stronger now, of course. It shot all through him, making him quiver with lust. He closed his eyes and let the smell invade his senses for a few moments. Then he let his tongue out. He licked his lips and gulped several times before touching her with the tongue. She let out a cry when the tongue made contact with her pussy flesh. Her hips twitched and she lifted the cunt higher.
"Mmmmm, yes ... lick my pussy ... that's what I want, yes, that's what I want ..."
She giggled and sighed. Her amused sounds were incongruous to the scene at hand. When she giggled she sounded like a very young girl. But Morten knew that he was looking into the cunt of a voluptuous woman as he stared ahead.
He moved his tongue up through the length of her open pussy. He licked up the sticky drool that bubbled out from her depths. He flicked up and down, occasionally stabbing inward. He pressed his tongue as deep as he could. It felt wonderful, sliding through her meat like that, feeling the drool bubble against his mouth.
"Mmmm ... ohhhh ... yes, yes," she sighed.
Morten glanced up at her. She was in a fog, he thought. She might have been a million miles away. She hardly seemed to know he was there. But he'd make her know he was there, he decided. His tongue and his fingers and his cock would make her know that for sure.
He moved in tighter, running his tongue deeper inside the warm pussy. She was quivering now. He was getting to her. His tongue uncovered her red clitoris. It bulged at him like some fiery orb. He pressed his tongue forward, tapping at the clit, lifting it up and then sucking it into his mouth. He pressed his teeth against it.
"Mmmmm ... yes, yes," she groaned, heaving into the air and then shaking. "That's good ... that's really good, yes, yes, keep doing it like that!"
She reached down to his head and pulled him into her. He could hardly breathe with his face jammed so tight against her hot cunt meat. He snorted and gasped as he plunged his tongue into her again, chewing his way through the heaving cunt.
"Mmmmmm! Oh God, you're making me come, that's beautiful!" the girl gasped.
Morten had a feeling that she was already in a state of erotic euphoria before he ever touched her. He wondered what sort of illegal substance she had been indulging in with her friends before they dumped her on the side of the road. Whatever it was it did seem to make her very amenable to his sexual desires. As she moaned and twisted about and pulled him against her he began to wonder who was the aggressor here.
"Yes, yes, that's so good, so good," she moaned. "Oh God, I love it ... I love getting my pussy sucked!"
Morten held on through all her gyrations, his tongue out, pressing, probing, licking at her. A heavy spray of juice flowed from her cunt and straight into his mouth. He swallowed it down but some of it went down the wrong way and made him choke and sputter. He caught his breath, though, and continued sucking her. More and more secretion came out of her and he drank as much as he could.
"Mmmmmmm! Oh! Ohhhhh! God, I've never felt like this!" the girl cried, thrashing about crazily.
Her head twisted and her arms reached out, scratching, digging her nails down his back. She held his head tightly with one hand, grabbing at his hair and ears, nearly tearing them off. She dug her nails into the scalp and might have drawn blood if he didn't twist back a bit.
"Ohhhhhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming, man ... it's beautiful, so beautiful!"
Morten rode with her as she went through these waves of searing pleasure, more and more with every lick of his tongue. He was almost frightened by her passion but he didn't stop. He kept right on sucking and chewing, licking and biting at her quivering flesh.
"Ahhhhhh! Oh, don't stop, don't stop! A little more, I need a little more!"
He sucked her for another minute. By that time she was completely out of breath, her body trembling weakly.
Wearily, Morten lifted his head from the furnace-like heat of her pussy. He rested his face on one of her smooth, creamy thighs, wiping the pussy juice and saliva from his lips with the back of his hand. He sat up then.
He watched the girl for a little while. She was off in her own dream world, sighing and shivering as the last remnants of her orgasm passed through her body.
"Like that, sweetheart?" he said at last.
She opened her eyes very slowly. The eyes looked dead as she turned them upon him and smiled. Her head moved up and down, as if in slow motion.
"It was b-beautiful."
She touched her open pussy and quivered. Her eyes closed and she licked her lower lip. Morten reached for her hand now and brought it to the crotch of his pants. His cock was obviously erect and she squeezed at the throbbing bulge.
"Can you feel that, young lady? Do you know what I've got for you in there? Hm? Can you tell what my surprise package is?"
She looked at him with her usual spaced-out expression. She swallowed hard a couple of times and smiled at him. Her breasts quivered as she took deep breaths. Morten watched the tender flesh jiggling, the nipples sticking out tautly.
She squeezed on his crotch. The cock surged against his pants. Her eyes widened as she seemed to realize how big the cock actually was.
"Pull my zipper down," Morten whispered. "Go on, don't be afraid." That was silly, he thought. This depraved teenager was probably afraid of nothing. What was the world coming to? he asked himself, suddenly donning the cap of irate parent as he looked down on the addled beauty.
She fumbled with his zipper, grinning strangely as she touched his pants.
"Pull that zipper down and take my cock out ... it's a nice big cock and it's all for you."
Nodding her head, the girl went to work, opening his zipper and pulling his pants away. They slid the pants down to his ankles. Then she looked at his underpants. They looked like they were haunted the way the crotch was jumping and billowing. It was Morten's animated cock, of course, dying to be let out.
"Is that all for me in there?" the girl said.
"You better believe it. All for you."
She sighed, licking her already glisteningly wet lips. A shudder passed through her lovely body.
"It looks so big. I like real big ones."
"Then you'll be very happy with this one."
She reached out for the cock with one hand and pressed against her pussy with the other. Uncovering his crotch, she let the cock spring out at her. It rose up and throbbed, the veins sticking out in the shaft as if ready to explode. She grinned and touched the swollen head of the prick. Then she patted the shaft as if she were patting some house pet.
"You like that, dear?" Morten said breathlessly.
"Mmmm ... nice and big, just the way I like them," the girl sighed. "I like them like that because then my pussy feels so filled up when it's in me."
"Yeah," Morten said.
He had found a winner this time, he thought. His luck had been going so strong lately, he couldn't believe it. He hoped he wasn't being lulled into any state of false security. Something could go wrong at any time with these encounters and then he would have plenty of trouble on his hands.
Nonetheless, he didn't expect much trouble from this girl. Far from forcing her to do anything she was practically begging him for his favors.
"All right now, dear, I want you to suck my cock. Put it in your mouth and suck it," he said.
She gulped and nodded her head.
"Yes ... yes, I want to suck it," she said dreamily. "Mmmm, I want to suck that fat cock."
She leaned down to it and blew on the moist cock head. Then she kissed it tenderly and wetly.
"Such a nice, big cock you have."
She squeezed it in her hand and pumped it up and down. She seemed enthralled by the way it throbbed at her. She laughed and licked her lips.
"Suck it, sweetheart," he said. "Put it in your mouth and chew on it."
She turned a certain angle and for a moment she did look like Cindy. It was uncanny-and exciting. Morten narrowed his eyes to slits as he watched her starting to suck him off. It might have been his daughter doing it, he thought. This was such a stimulating thought that he feared he would start coming as soon as her lips touched him.
She kissed the swollen head of the prick. Then she gripped the prick at the base, now with both hands, holding it steady beneath her lips. Her tongue came out and touched him. They both tingled from this touch. Saliva dripped from her lips onto the cock head. She pressed her mouth against the tip of the cock and kissed it and licked it. Morten heard her mumbling as if she were talking to his prick.
"Do it, girl, do it," he groaned.
She pumped him up and down at the same time as she ran her tongue around and around on the head. The mushroom-shaped tip gleamed with her saliva. Then her mouth opened wide and she swallowed him up. She chewed her way down, sucking, eating up all that thick, moist meat. She moved right to the bottom of his cock. Then she twisted this way and that, letting the cock throb inside her mouth.
"Oh Christ ... oh shit, that's good," Morten moaned. He looked down at the girl with an expression of pure adoration. His daughter, he thought. She could almost be my daughter. He stroked her long, soft hair. It was a little darker than his Cindy's hair, but just as long and smooth.
She rose to the tip of the cock and gasped for breath. Her tongue ran around and around on the head again. One of her hands reached down to his balls and squeezed them as she taunted his cock head with the tip of her tongue. She stuck the tip into the glands. Morten groaned and convulsed.
"Jesus, what are you doing to me!" he groaned. "I'm going to lose my mind; sweetheart."
The girl was good, very good, he thought. He wondered if it was because of whatever she had been taking with her friends or if she was just a natural-born sex fiend.
She pawed at him and squeezed his balls as she resumed sucking him. Her lips rolled over the thick meat and she went right to the base, her lips nestling in his pubic hair.
"Oh God, you're good, sweetheart, you're very good," Morten moaned.
He squirmed with mounting pleasure. He watched her intently, playing with the idea of her resemblance to his daughter. It was a very exciting idea.
The girl leaned into him. Her fingers tickled his balls and moved deeper. She rubbed the flat of her hand back and forth against his scrotum, making Morten squirm and sigh. Then she reached even farther, pushing a finger against his anus. Morten stiffened. He wasn't used to being probed. He liked it to be the other way around. But he didn't stop her as she moved the finger in against his little puckered hole. She pushed half her finger up his asshole. He shuddered. The finger moved deeper just as she slid her mouth down on his cock.
A quiver of pleasure shot through him as her finger reached his prostate gland.
"Oh Jesus! Oh Christ, yes!" he moaned, rocking with pleasure. He didn't think he would be able to keep from coming now. He was going to shoot his jism all down her throat.
She pumped up and down on the cock for another minute, continuing to apply the pressure on his prostate as she held the finger up his ass. Again and again Morten thought he would come but stopped at the last second. Then she rose up off the cock and moved her head away.
Morten shuddered. "Oh Jesus ... that was good, that was fucking good ..."
"Mmmm ... it tasted delicious," she sighed. "I want to ... I want to take off my clothes ... it's getting so stuffy in here, and I'm so hot." She flashed a smile at him. "Especially between my legs."
"Yeah, heh heh, I know what you mean."
She started to remove her top. She had trouble finding the zipper and Morten did his best to help her. Morten's cock was standing to attention all the while.
The girl's bare tits shook out at him. She sighed, running her hands under her tits and holding them up. She smiled at him and lifted the tits to his face. Morten eagerly wiped his face against the soft flesh. His lips found her nipples and sucked on the erect buds. He licked and caressed them with his tongue.
"Mmmmm ... ohhhhh, that feels so nice, when you suck my tits like that ... lick them, lick them."
He closed his teeth against one of the tits, pulling on the nipple till the girl groaned. He massaged the nipple with his tongue then, swabbing it again and again till she was purring contentedly. He slipped his mouth over the other bud and gave it a similar treatment.
The girl was breathing deeply. Her eyes were lit up. She tingled with arousal.
"I want you to fuck me now, man," she said. "Mmmmm, I want you to fuck that cock deep inside me! Yes, I want to feel your big dick in my pussy!"
Morten heaved a breath. He wondered if he had met his match with this zany young nympho. He wasn't as young as he used to be, he told himself.
As he was considering his approach, the girl twisted away from him. She flung the door open.
"Hey, what are you doing? Where are you going?"
What was this? he wondered. Escaping now? He had to get her.
He rolled out of the car and moved after her. She was running around in the nude, jumping and laughing. She turned then and cupped her pussy. Morten stopped running. She wasn't trying to get away, he realized. She was just expressing her high spirits.
"You better be careful ... you don't want to go and step on any poison ivy or anything," Morten said.
He watched her moving around, bending and stretching, her naked body shimmering. He put his hand around his cock and pumped it up and down. It was hard as a rock now and he knew that when he came it was going to be a memorable one.
The girl laughed now and waved to him. She waved for him to come to her as she stood there stroking her pussy. Morten nodded and moved towards her. She reached out for his cock, grabbing it around the head and pulling it close to her. She rubbed it up and down against her pussy hole, sighing and quivering as the prick throbbed at her.
"Lie down," she said. "Go on, hurry ... I want to feel this big cock inside ire!"
He dropped to the ground and she climbed over him. There was no mistake about it now. The girl had taken charge. Pretty ironic, Morten thought, considering he had been ready to rape her if she gave him any resistance. Now he was taking orders from her.
She straddled him, grinning lasciviously as she wiggled her pussy over his cock. Then she fed the long pole up into her cunt. She sank down on him, chewing on the meat with her hungry cunt muscles.
"Ohhhhh! Yeah, that's so good, so good!" she cried, throwing her head back, her hair flying all about. "Mmmmmmm! Such a big, fat cock inside my hot pussy!"
She wiggled her ass, eating up the last inches of his prick. Her crotch bit into him, squeezing like a vise. Her cunt was so agile, Morten felt like she was bending and twisting his cock inside her. She panted and laughed wildly. She began humping at him, looking for all the world like some naked bronco buster, squirming and jumping over his crotch.
Her arms shook and her head twisted and nodded up and down. The girl was becoming unhinged, Morten feared. She didn't look at all well.
She bounced harder, higher. The cock impaled her, driving deep inside her burning pussy. In and out. She was in charge, though, deciding the pressure, the depth, the speed. Up and down and around she moved herself on him.
"Ayyyyyy! I'm coming again! Oh God, it's beautiful!" the girl moaned. "It's so beautiful!"
She pushed her hands up through her long hair. Her tongue hung out of her mouth and licked up the saliva that drooled out. Morten watched her grinding away at his prick. He reached out to her, trying to regain control of the situation. It didn't look right, he thought, for the older man, the seducer, to be seduced like this by some nitwit teenager.
But she was too determined for him to stop her now. She thrashed about on him, bouncing on his cock and driving him wild with pleasure. It built and built, another wave and another each time she lifted her luscious body and then ground it down on him again, filling herself with cock meat.
Morten felt himself flying over the edge. He couldn't control it. She was going to make him come and there wasn't much he could do about it. He reached out and touched her ass. The taut round cheeks were of an exquisite smoothness and softness. A baby's skin. But then she wasn't so far removed from that age, he thought wryly. A court would certainly make something of that idea if he were ever caught and brought to trial.
The frantic jail bait jammed her pussy down on him once more and then let out her loudest scream. Her body was wracked with convulsions as she reached another climax.
"Ayyyyyy! God, oh God, yes, yes! I'm coming! And it's so good, it's so beautiful!"
He tried to sit up. It was a strain on his back and he couldn't go very far. But the girl leaned into him and shook her lovely titties in his face. She was moving so frantically that the tits bounced across his face. He stuck his tongue out and licked across each nipple as they hit him.
"Mmmmm! Yeah, yeah, I'm going to come now," he said. "I'm going to fill that teenaged pussy with come!"
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the waves of pleasure moving through him. His mind went back to the morning when he walked in on his daughter and pulled the sheet down from her body. The image of her juicy cunt filled his brain in this ecstatic moment. Then he opened his eyes and saw the girl's naked tits shaking in his face. Her body jumped and twisted. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his face against her. Morten felt himself running out of breath. He gripped her soft, smooth ass cheeks and this contact seemed to be just what he needed. His fingers ran over the round cheeks and then he felt up between them. He touched her crotch and her asshole. His finger probed at the tight little anus and then he shoved his finger inside.
"Oh God!" the girl cried. "Ohhhhhh!"
And then Morten felt his whole body turn to lava, or so it felt, and his cock shot thick bursts of come into her pussy.
The two of them twisted and fucked, both of them coming now. Morten fell sideways, pulling her with him. They lay on the grass, heaving for breath.
The girl rolled back from him, closing her eyes and grinning. She moaned like a wounded animal. Her fingers moved to her pussy and rubbed at it slowly.
Morten crawled back from her a few feet and then stood up. She didn't seem to notice him. He went to the car and tossed her clothes onto the ground. Then he ran around to the driver's side and started the engine.
The girl twisted to her side as she heard the car start to move.
"Where are you going?" she muttered, watching the car roar away in a cloud of dust.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cindy was waiting tensely by the back door when she saw Frank come up along the path. He was ten minutes late and she had been waiting a total of twenty minutes for him.
She was quite nervous. This was the first time she had ever told any boy to come over to the house under these circumstances. It was late and she was alone in the house. If her mother ever found out what she was doing, she reflected, she would kill her.
But things were different now. There was no going back. She was no longer a virgin and this changed her whole outlook. She could no longer put Frank off with the old excuses. And what was more, she didn't want to. The experience with Charlie, the janitor, was something she had thought of for every minute since it happened.
She was anxious to have a repetition of those sensations she felt when Charlie's black prick was sliding in and out of her cunt. Frank was the logical choice for her next lover. She owed it to the dear boy, after all. He'd been trying to get into her pants for a long time now, sometimes patiently, and sometimes impatiently.
But tonight, with her parents gone out to a party, she would give Frank what he wanted. And just in time too. Barbara was right when she said that Frank might be ready to dump her. But that would change now. He would be only too happy to go out with her after he saw the new tricks she'd learned.
But it was still a nerve-wracking thing, doing it in her own house like this, after all the warnings and threats her mother had made to her.
Tensely, she waited for him. And then he arrived. He grinned as he came through the back door. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, quickly running his hands down over the round globes of her ass.
She closed the door behind him, peeking through the curtain for a moment to see if anyone was watching.
Frank grabbed her again.
"Come here, baby, let me get my hands on you," he said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Don't be so rough, Frank," she said, nervously twisting away from him.
Didn't Frank know that there was no need to be pushy this time? she thought. They could take it easy, act like adults. Just as long as her mother didn't find out!
"Hey, listen, baby, you're not going to go and put me off again, are you? I hope you aren't playing some kind of teasing game with me, are you?"
"No, no, don't be silly, Frank. I wouldn't have invited you here if that was the case, right?"
He shrugged. "I don't know for sure what you've got in mind, baby, but I just hope it includes one nice, long fuck. That's what I'm here for. And I think you'll agree with me that I've waited long enough. I've been pretty patient with you too, Cindy. Right?"
"Well, most of the time."
He took her in his arms then, moving his hands around her ass. He pinched the cheeks and spread them wide. His left hand went under her dress and moved up to her panties. His fingers slid right under the leg of the underpants and he touched her ass and pussy.
"Frank ... Frank, I ... " She hoped she wasn't getting cold feet now at this late hour. She wished that Barbara was here to coach her and inspire her the way she was there in the boiler room for the first time.
Frank kissed her on the cheek. She stopped struggling. If he was going to be gentle it wouldn't be so bad, she thought.
He kissed her again, on the mouth this time. She opened her lips to him and his tongue slid inside. He held her in his arms and she swooned, feeling waves of pleasure rush up from her crotch. She could feel her pussy getting wet and warm. This was more like it. Maybe she wouldn't need Barbara's advice after all, she thought.
When they broke away, Frank whispered, "Now let's go up to the bedroom and get better acquainted."
She gulped but nodded her head.
"Okay. Come on."
She led him up the stairs and into her bedroom. He rushed her over to the bed and she fell down on the edge of it. He got on with her and pushed her down.
"Oh baby, you don't know how much I've wanted this to happen," he said.
He caressed her. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into the mood. Her cunt twitched. And then his fingers were on it, rubbing back and forth. She lifted her legs in the air and Frank pulled her panties down. She heard him sniffing, getting his nostrils full of the pussy smell.
"I'm going to suck that beautiful pussy," he said. "Yeah, I'm going to suck you and make you come, baby."
She shivered at the very idea of it.
His fingers taunted her, prepared her. Then he moved his tongue in. Hot pleasure flared up through her body. He plunged his tongue deep inside and licked up her drool. Cindy's knees smacked against the sides of his head.
"Mmmmmm! Yes, that feels so good! So good!" she moaned. "Mmmmm, suck me, Frank, suck my cunt!"
She pressed her legs tighter. She didn't know how he could breathe down there like that, but she didn't waste much time worrying about it. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure that shot through her.
"Oh Frank, I've wanted to let you do this for a long time ... but I was scared."
She caressed him, brushing her hand through his hair. He could be so nice when he wanted to be, she thought. A twitch ran through her and she moaned. It was like little electric shocks when his tongue or his teeth touched the right spot. He licked and licked. His finger moved to her clit and pressed against it. She didn't feel anything at first, but then the finger shifted and pleasure shot through her at a violent pace. She whimpered and shivered.
Lurching forward, she embraced him with half her body. His tongue seemed to be all the way into her stomach. Up and down the tongue lashed away. Her juices squirted around his face and he drank them down with loud gulping noises.
"Mmmmm! Oh gosh, that's wonderful, Frank, wonderful, suck me, suck it ... does it taste good, Frank? Does it taste better than the other pussies you've sucked?"
He lifted his head up and sighed. "Yeah, baby, much better ... this is the sweetest, warmest pussy that I've ever sucked, I swear to God."
He took a breath and then plunged into her again, licking up and down on her heaving pussy.
Cindy was loving this part of the lovemaking but she was anxious to get on to the other things. She wanted to see Frank's body for one thing. He was an athlete and she knew he was in good shape. But of course she was most interested in seeing the part of him that he didn't use on any playing field. She'd felt it through his pants many times, but that wasn't the same as seeing it in the flesh, touching it and licking it and thrusting it up your cunt.
Frank moved away from her cunt at last. He sat up. His mouth was wet with her cunt juice.
"Get your stuff off, baby. I'll do the same. We're going to do this right."
She undressed as she watched him. She quivered as his lean, hard body came into view. And then he was down to his briefs. She could see the bulge in his underpants. It was moving. He grinned at her as he drew the briefs down. His cock was long and lean with a thick head the shape of an acorn. He put his fingers around the long shaft and stroked it back and forth. It began to rise up, lengthening and thickening too.
"There you go, baby. What do you think of that?"
It was a beautiful cock. It wasn't quite as big as the janitor's, but it was big and bright pink. She loved it. Frank squeezed it and shook it at her.
"Come on, baby, come here and eat this thing for me," he said.
She crawled towards him, her eyes widening as she got closer to the enormous prick throbbing in her face. She put her fingers around it and closed them, squeezing them. She felt the life flow through the long prick.
Frank leaned back, grinning pridefully. He always enjoyed seeing a girl appreciating his body.
"Suck it, baby ... don't just look at it now. Stick that thing in your pretty little mouth."
Cindy nodded her head. Her tongue came out and licked her lips till they were moist and then she opened her mouth to the cock. She tried to remember how she had done it with Charlie. The technique was still new to her, of course, but she was sure she could manage. Charlie's cock was larger, after all, and she had managed to swallow every inch of that.
"Mmmmm ... that's it, baby ... oh shit, yeah, you know how to do it ..." Then a thought occurred to him. "Hey, how do you know so much about it, huh? You ever done this before? I thought you were a virgin."
She lifted her mouth from the drooling cock head and smiled at him.
"I studied all about it ... just for you, Frank," she said.
Frank didn't know whether to believe it or not, but it felt so good when she put her moist lips around his prick that he didn't bother to argue with her further.
* * *
Howard Morten drove up the driveway and stopped.
He turned the motor off but didn't get out of the car yet. He asked himself what he was doing. He had left the party, restless and anxious. He told his wife that he didn't feel well but insisted that she stay and enjoy herself while he went home and rested. Some neighbors who were also at the party would be able to drop her off.
He drove home fast. He was thinking about his daughter. Strange thoughts had entered his mind. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, maybe nothing. But he wanted to be with her. Alone. Just the two of them.
He sat in the driveway, knowing his daughter was inside the house. She was in bed now, probably, in that short nightie she liked to wear to bed. The same one she was wearing when he walked in on her and looked at her naked cunt.
As he thought about that morning visit his prick started to go hard. He put his hand down on the bulge and felt it surging violently. It always happened when he thought about Cindy.
The girl did something to him. He knew it wasn't right. He knew that it wasn't even legal. If he ever acted on his desires and someone found out he would be ruined.
But that never stopped him in the past, he realized, when he went looking for substitutes for Cindy. He had always taken the chance then. And he always got away with it. Why not with Cindy? he asked himself. Perhaps she was harboring some of the same thoughts, the same desires.
He rubbed his hand back and forth across his crotch, sighing as the pleasure increased from this friction.
He took deep breaths. He looked out his window. He could see Cindy's bedroom window from where he was. Her light was on. She was still awake then. She might be lying there now, her nightie brushed carelessly up over her hips, exposing her cunt and that beautiful ass of hers. How many times had he watched her when she was in the bathroom, he thought. Those big keyholes in all the old doors were certainly helpful in ways the manufacturer had never intended. He would slip down the hall when he heard the door close and press his eye to the hole. It was dangerous, of course. She might have opened the door on him just as he was crouching down. But it didn't happen. He could look through and see his dear daughter stripping for her bath. She had become such a voluptuous woman recently. He stared at her big, firm tits and the blonde bush covering her pussy and the large, round ass.
He watched her as she leaned across the sink and put her makeup on or took it off, the tits hanging forward, bobbing left and right as she moved. He watched her use the toilet, sitting primly at the edge of the seat as she pissed. And then she would go into the shower, stepping into the tub gingerly, her ass cheeks jiggling.
Morten would jump away then and rush off to some safe spot where he would have to masturbate.
It was too much. He couldn't sit there in the car and think about her like this and not take some action. His cock was throbbing painfully. He needed her. They were father and daughter, connected by blood. How could it be so wrong for him to desire her? Who made up such rules? he asked himself.
He tried to calm himself then. He took deep breaths and let them out slowly.
He would go up and see her. They would talk. He wouldn't do anything silly just yet. Perhaps he could move the conversation in that direction and see what she thought. If she was shocked, mortified, then he would know he was only fantasizing about her willingness. But if there was even a chance that she might enjoy the idea, he thought, then it was worth it.
He got out of the car. He was quiet. He didn't want to alert her. Perhaps she was naked, not expecting anyone to be back so soon. It would be nice to walk in on her when she was naked, with her luscious pink body exposed to him.
He moved through the house, taking off his coat and starting for the stairs. Halfway up he stopped. He was out of breath, not from the exertion but from excitement. He tried to make himself calm down.
Then he heard something. A noise. A voice. A sound of some kind.
He continued to the top of the stairs and. then moved silently towards his daughter's room.
He heard a male voice. What the hell was going on? he wondered. But then he realized it might have been the television set. What else could it be?
The door was partly open. He looked through. His daughter was in there, all right. She was naked, her broad, firm ass wiggling in his direction. And then he saw that she was not alone. There was a man with her, and she was going down on him.
CHAPTER NINE
Frank decided it was time to fuck this beautiful girl. She had given him a nice, long blowjob but he feared that if she sucked him anymore he would come down her throat and he wanted to save his first climax for her pussy.
"It's time to start fucking, baby," he said.
And then there was a noise at the door and Mr. Morten rushed in on them. Cindy's back was to him and she didn't realize who it was, only heard the scuffle of feet.
Then she turned and saw him, a demonic look on his face. She screamed in surprise.
"Daddy! Oh my God, my father!" she cried, covering her mouth with her hands.
"Oh Jesus!" Frank exclaimed.
Morten rushed to the bed. He grabbed the boy by his long hair and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Frank's big cock was still sticking right out.
"Get away from her ... she's mine!" Morten screamed. "She's my daughter, you scum ... get out of here!"
He began slamming his fists down on Frank's back. Frank, too surprised to offer much defense merely cowered and tried to stiffen himself against the blows.
Morten grabbed the boy by the arm and propelled him right off the bed. The boy fell but rolled around in a somersault and came up at the other side of the room. His cock was starting to go down now, not surprisingly.
Frank scooped up all of his clothes that he could see. Morten was glancing from him to Cindy and back. When the boy tried to rush out of the room Morten was after him, kicking and punching. He landed one shot with his foot to the back of Frank's knee and the boy let out a cry of pain.
"Get out of here, you scum!" Morton screamed. "I'll kill you, I swear I will!"
Frank rushed away. Cindy could hear his feet slamming on the steps as he descended.
Mr. Morten turned back to his daughter. His face showed an expression of pure fury. Cindy watched him through cupped hands. She was shivering. Her big breasts were jiggling in all directions as she sat there on the bed.
"How could you do this, Cindy?" he said. "How ... how could you do this to me? Tell me!"
She trembled as his voice rose.
"You are a bitch ... you can't be any daughter of mine, I don't believe it!" he said.
Cindy was becoming aware of her nudity. She felt herself blushing, though she knew this was no time for worrying about her modesty. She had never seen her father so mad. There was a robe at the edge of the bed, however, and she reached over for it, slipping it on and holding it closed in the front because there was no belt.
"I'm going to punish you, Cindy," he said. "Yes, and I'll punish you the only way a slut can be punished."
Cindy gulped. What did he mean? she wondered. And then he rushed at her, slapping her across the face. The blow knocked her off the bed and to the floor in a sprawl.
The robe fell open and her cunt was exposed. She thought for the first time about that morning visit of his. Who was he to be so self-righteous? she asked herself. What he did was much more perverse for sure! But she was afraid to say anything, to speak at all let alone bring up the business of his secret visit to her.
"We can ... we can talk about it, father," she said.
Then he reached over her. His hands moved over her body. He grabbed at her cunt hair, pulling several golden strands out from her flesh. She whimpered and groaned. What was he going to do? she wondered frantically. It suddenly felt like he was going to do more than punish her.
"Father ... Father, stop it! Stop it, please, you don't know what you're doing!"
But Morten was determined. He had found the excuse that he'd been looking for. Now he could have her and with the guilt expelled. She deserved to be raped. She was a slut, nothing more. He didn't stop to argue logic with his desires. They were already flaming out of control.
His dreams were coming true then and there. He could run his hands all over the soft, smooth flesh. He could touch her everywhere, unafraid that she would see him. It was out in the open now, no more hiding, sneaking around.
She struggled with him. He dragged her to the bed and then lifted her up, tossing her across his lap. He pushed the robe away and tore it from her arms. Then she was naked again and her big ass wiggled wildly as he held it down on his lap. He smiled at the sight of those round, pink globes. He had seen them before, of course, but never from this close. And he had never been able to touch them, though he had longed to with every part of his being.
He squeezed on the cheeks, caressing and scratching them. Cindy moaned and struggled, but her position was helpless. She couldn't get away from him. She twisted her head to see what he was doing just in time to see his hand go into the air.
"No, father, no!"
He smacked it down on her ass. The impact was resounding. Immediately the pink cheeks started to turn red. He raised his hand again and spanked her once more.
"Owwwww! Stop it, stop it, father, you can't do this to me! It's wrong!"
"Did I hurt that beautiful round ass of yours?" he sneered. He jiggled her, making the ass shake. Then he spanked it once more.
"Ahhhh!"
His fingers probed down the crevasse between the cheeks. He pinched some of the light hairs growing over her asshole and pulled on them. He opened her cheeks with two hands and then bent his face down to her crotch. He kissed the moist, warm flesh between her legs. His lips and tongue grazed over pubic hairs and smooth skin and the puckered opening of her anus. He pressed his tongue into the asshole and the girl quivered. A blush went through her whole body.
Her father was doing this, she thought frantically. That was her own father sliding his tongue into her asshole.
He pawed and licked at the bare ass, wiping his tongue all around on her crotch. She was still quite wet from her time with Frank. She had been very aroused then, dying to have his cock move into her pussy hole. It seemed like hours ago now, even though only a few minutes had passed.
Mr. Morten moved two fingers against her cunt. He peeled the lips back and slid his fingers into the hole. She was wet, humid and quivering with excitement.
"Oh God, father! No, no, this can't be happening! You can't touch me like this ... your own daughter!"
Tears welled up in her big blue eyes. His tongue licked at her, reaching deep inside her pussy. And he was exciting her, making her quiver and wince as pleasure shot through her. She couldn't help it. Her body couldn't know that it was wrong, that this was her father applying those caresses and licks and bites.
It was too late. He was turning her on. He licked up and down on her cunt, making her quiver, making her moan. She stopped most of her struggling. Her mind was elsewhere. She loved it. The pleasure rolled through her with every wag of his long tongue.
She spewed honey at him, thick gobs of warm juice that he gobbled up and swallowed.
Then, suddenly, catching her by surprise, he tossed her off his lap. She fell to the floor with a thud. While she was turning into a sitting position Morten stood up. With a couple of quick movements he had his prick out.
It was already erect, throbbing away in his hand as he squeezed it and stroked it back and forth.
"There ... this ... this is for sluts, do you understand that, Cindy?" he snarled.
"Oh God, oh God!" she exclaimed, looking up at the beautiful, big cock he was offering her.
He shook it in her face, pumping it up and down to make the sperm bubble out of the tip. Then he slapped it into the palm of his hand, like it was a billy club he was going to beat her with. His free hand shot out, grabbing Cindy by her silky blonde hair. He jerked her head forward, putting her mouth right against his cock.
"Suck it ... suck it ... put those luscious young lips around my prick and eat it, baby ... eat your father's cock!"
Her mouth opened and he shoved the dick in. It throbbed against the walls of her mouth. She ate up some more and swallowed. The cock spurt gobs of jism into her and she swallowed this down with a gulp.
Her father looked down at her, his eyes lit up, smiling, nodding his head excitedly.
"Eat it, eat it, you bitch! Go on, don't stop ... no, no, every inch ... right to the base, get it nice and wet with your saliva and then I'll be able to shove it right up your hot pussy ... and that's what you want too, Cindy, so don't try lying to me ... "
Cindy didn't know what she wanted. It was so weird, so unexpected. But she couldn't fight any more. The fight had gone out of her. If this was what he wanted then she would give it to him. And she proceeded to suck him off, using every trick she had learned till then. Her father groaned and shook.
She pumped up and down on him, using her hands as well as her mouth to stroke the big prick. Then he had had enough. His excitement was flaring out of control.
"I've got to fuck you ... I've got to fuck that juicy cunt, my darling," he said, climbing over her.
She opened her thighs to him and admitted the thick prick. He shoved it in deep, making her gasp.
"This is only the beginning, my dear ... only the beginning of our new relationship."
Cindy cried out as a shock wave of pleasure moved through her body. Her thighs closed around him and she began to grind her crotch up at his hard cock.
