I was home. I was exhausted. I threw off my clothes and fell naked upon the bed. My fucked and sucked Mr. Levine and Vic, and, alwhere, lay like a damp washrag between my young thighs. School was becoming some hotsy place. This was the fourth day in a row I'd fucked and sucked Mr. Levine, and Vic, and, although I loved every minute and was eyeing two other possible studs in class, I was sort of glad the weekend had arrived.
I dozed. But I was quickly awakened by someone knocking at the front door. Debbie, I wondered. Darn! I suddenly remembered… I had promised to meet her after school. I jumped from the bed and scrambled into a shorty housecoat. I raced to the living room. I opened the door and stood staring blankly at Tom… Daddy's ex-business partner, Mummy's ex-lover.
"I have to see her," said Tom.
"She's not home. Besides… she doesn't want to see you, I explained, embarrassed.
Tom shot past me. I closed the door leaned back. I watched him go to the bedroom, the kitchen. He called. He came back. "Where the fuck is she?"
I shrugged. I stared up at him staring dolefully down at me. He needed a haircut a shave and his suit was unpressed. Yet despite his appearance, despite the pursued look, it wasn't difficult to understand why Mummy had opened her legs for him. I had a thing for tall men, and Tom towered over me-steel-gray eyes flashing, lips a mere slit in his haggard but roguishly handsome face. He had Daddy's dark good looks, looked a great deal like Daddy… only younger… about twenty-eight, I supposed. And although I recalled what Mummy had said about him being a one-shooter, I couldn't help but admire the long flaccid thing hanging like a potential harpoon in his left pants leg.
Tom rubbed his eyes. Drawing his hand down his face, he said"
"I called her last night. She said, Fuck you! Fuck you! Imagine! I was screwing her for more than a year before we took off. Every day almost. In the bed. On the sofa. On the mother fucking floo…"
"He looked apologetically down at me. Sorry. I get sort of carried away. She's got me doing flips."
I moved from the door to the sofa, sat, cocked my head at him. "You still dig her, huh?" Tom rubbed the stubble on his deep-clefted chin. "Yeah. I guess. Once you get a shot of that light blonde pussy it's hard to forge…" Again he looked apologetically down at me. "Sorry. I keep forgetting you're only a kid."
Boy! Did I ever resent the hell out of that remark! I'd show him! I decided. I propped my feet on the sofa. Air from the cooling unit washed my cunt. Hugging my knees, I retorted, "To hear Mummy tell it, you're not much more than a kid, either. I heard her telling Daddy all about you. She says you fuck like a rabbit… one time, then need a day to recuperate."
"Why that…! She said that about me?"
I nodded.
Tom growled, clenched his ham like fists. His handsome face darkened. "The first time I came out here, to see your old man, she was sitting right there." He pointed at me. His gaze dropped to the smooth underside of my thighs, hurriedly darted away. I had positioned myself just right, raised my knees just enough to give him a view of my legs-from ankle to where my soft ass lay sunk in the softer cushion.
Tom cleared his throat. "She made the first play," he continued, pacing, stopping, pacing… doing his best not to look at me down there. "Your old man wasn't expected 'til late, she said, and when I started to leave, she said no! She gave me a drink. Whiskey. A whole tumblerful. We sat talking. But it didn't take ten fuckin' minutes before her hand was on my thigh… right next to my rod. Man! I thought, I can't fuck my best buddy's wife! But those slim fingers of hers kept on moving 'til they reached the head of my-like it was nothing! Something she did every day! I kept inching away. I kept fucking moving 'til there was nowhere else to go. Then that itchy hand of hers really began to do a number on me."
Hearing all that sexy talk was turning me on. I raised my knees some. Now, when he looked, he could see the split up my ass and some pussy, I knew. The cooling unit hummed. Cool air wafted into my snatch, my asshole. I watched his pants for telltale signs of an erection.
"Man!" Tom moved closer to where I sat Again his gaze dropped, lingered before darting elsewhere. "She was sitting right where you're sitting… wearing those velvet green hot pants she likes… hand r-r-rubbing m-m-my dick! I tried pushing her away. I gulped the whole tumblerful of whiskey. 'You're my best friend's wife, I told her, rod starting to rise. 'You're my best friend, too,' she said, steering my hand to her thighs, to the crotch of those hot pants. Man!
Even before the warmth of the whiskey fuzzed up my head, her fingers were working… unzipping my pants… fooling around inside." His gaze settled on the opening at my neck.
Casually I shrugged my shoulders, widening the V at my throat. Cool air touched my breasts. I could feel his eyes trying to get at my nipples- no longer shy, no longer daring away. I knew that hungry look in his eye. He was talking about doing Mummy but, I was certain, thinking about fucking me.
"Then what happened?" I whispered, voice husky, almost able to see him and Mummy doing the thing right there on the cushions where I was sitting.
"I… I asked her to blow me."
"Suck your cock?"
"I couldn't help it. She had me so fucking hot… big tits in my face… nipples showing right through the halter. I had to put my hard dick into something female, and I didn't want to screw my best friend's wife." He moved to the sofa, sat at my feet, hand fluttering near the stiffening meat in his pants leg.
"Mummy doesn't like to eat cum," I said matter of factly.
"She told you that?"
"Uh-uh. I saw Daddy make her. He just slammed his joint in her face and wouldn't quit. I got all gooey just watching." Tom's eyes narrowed. He was looking at me differently now. I was no longet the kid of the woman he'd been fucking. I was the fuck object. I watched his gaze slide down my legs, under, up. I inched my knees higher. He blinked. My pussy grew tight and tingly. "Did you fuck her?" I asked.
"I… I still didn't want to," he replied after a pause. His voice' was scratchy, deep, like the voice of a man on the threshold of orgasm. "But she put my hand between her soft fuckin' thighs," he went on, "closed tight, and wiggled her snatch while jerking my rod like a pro. She yanked it right out. She had me all tied up in the corner here-prick in one fist, holding my hand to her hot crotch with the other. Man! How in hell do you get out of something like that?" The apologetic look was back m. his eye, but his hand had folded inward, kneading the shaft m his pants leg, pressing it to the hard meat of his thigh.
Don't waste it! I thought. Please! Make it good and hard, but don't do something dopey and come in your pants. I dropped my legs off the sofa. The shorty housecoat fell open, exposing the top of my pussy. "Why fight it?" I said, moving closer. "Everybody fucks. It's the national pastime."
"Listen… you better cover up before…"
"Cover what?"
"Your… y-your cunt! I can see every fuckin' hair."
Innocently, as if I didn't have the slightest idea of what he was talking about, I glanced down. My black curlicues glistened. I opened… as if undecided whether or not all those sweet little curls were mine… as if making certain. I loved teasing men… getting them worked up… willing to do almost anything to shaft a joint into me. And Tom was special. He'd fucked Mummy. And I had by now developed a rivalry thing for every stiff cock she'd ever held in her belly.
I sat sidesaddle, propping one arm on the backrest, knowing he could see half my plump ass. "Tell me the rest."
Tom groaned. "I… I can't. Just thinking about it makes me…"
I covered the hand kneading the thing in his pants leg. "Then let's pretend."
"Pre-pretend?"
"Sure! Make believe I'm Mummy. Ask me to suck you off."
"Man."
"Go ahead. Move your hand… that's it… lemme hold your cock. Did she move it up and down? Like this?"
"Oh, man. Yeah. That's what she did all right. Jesus. She stroked it… yeah… for a while… like that… before… yeah… going inside my pants and whipping it out."
I slid one leg back on the sofa, doing a lop sided split, baring my crotch. "Do me. Like you did her."
"Yeah. I had my hand on her cunt all the time. Only hers was… Jesus! Not like… man… this. She had… Christ! She had those stupid shorts on." His hand cupped my pussy. It lay there, squeezing softly, content, it seemed, to feel the tiny curls pressed flat, and springing back against the palm of his hand.
With thumb and forefinger, I took hold of the little brass tong at the top of his fly. I worked it down up down-teasing again. A white blast of underwear appeared. Another fly. This one open. His cock strained against the cotton shorts… panting, it seemed, trying to escape through the opening. I held it down, one hand wrapped around it and the pants, the other diving into the shorts, fingers twisting curls in his pubic hair.
"Nan," moaned Tom. "Nan, baby."
"I'm Kathie."
"Kathie?" Tom's eyes were glazed. He stared at me a moment. Recognition seemed to dawn. "Kathie then," he wheezed. "Jesus. Oh, man. She took it out 'n'… that's great. Kathie? Okay! She took it all the way out… those long fingers… jerking like… Jerking… yeah… up… down… up… down… a silk handjob."
Now he kneaded my cunt in earnest. His middle finger flattened against the tight slit, pressed in. The Hoover was working. I felt it deep in my belly, drawing the tip of his finger like a famished baby sucking the tit of a bottle. His nail scraped my pink soldier. I jumped.
"Go easy," I told him.
"Yeah Man." He drove three fingers hard up into my twat. "'Don't make me screw you, I said. 'Nan? Nan, baby? Go down on my rod. Suck me off. I'm ready to… ummm! I'm coming, for chrissakes-Nan? If you don't cover it soon, with something, anything, a hole, I'll shoot the fuckin' roof right off the house!'"
Boy! I couldn't believe anyone, not even Mummy, could ignore an appeal as kinky as that one. "I'll cover it," I assured him. "I'll cover it! I'll cover it! I'll cover it!"
Slowly I undid the belt buckle, the button. I spread his pants wide. Taking hold of his joint, I maneuvered the plush enraged head out the fly of the shorts. I gasped. Ecstatic. It was a monster.
"Kathie, baby. Fuck Nan. Motherfuck Nan!" Tom threw me down on the cushions. He lay sideways, as Daddy had done the night he rammed Mummy's face. "Suck it, sweetheart," he implored. "Put your lips on the head. Quick. I can't hold back much longer."
I sobbed. I knew just how he felt. There were a thousand tiny sponges squeezing off lubricant bubbles inside me. I snaked one leg over his head, knowing without having to be told, sensing what he was after. I took firm hold of his cock, moistened my lips. And as the head slipped into my face, growing larger, more bloated as it entered the depths of my mouth, I felt his chin whiskers scratch greedily along inner thigh flesh, bristle across the tender lips of my cunt, and come to rest on the island between front and rear gate. His tongue flicked my hole. I squealed and, bit down on his shaft as the point seared my soldier.
Fingers bored up my asshole… One! Two! I was starting to stretch back there. His nose and tongue half his face, wiggled into my pussy. I was dead… on a cloud… with wings… an angel somewhere. His ass drove rigid cock at me-unmercifully pounding my head against the backrest. I took it all… not a peep except for the high whining noises I made every time a stiff one came anywhere near me. I closed my eyes and relived the night I'd stood at the master bedroom door… watching Mummy's face raped… wishing it were me… wishing Daddy would come off the 'bed, throw me down on the floor, and fall, like a dart, like an arrow, planting meat-man-meat, good meat, long meat, hard meat-in my bull's-eye.
Bull's-eye? I considered that. I had never before given it much thought. Where was the main target, I now wondered. I licked all around the dick striving to empty its love load in my face. Was it there? In my mouth? Was the shape of an O my eternal astral sign?
Or was it lower, I wondered. Where the calve's-liver tongue was lapping me toward a white-hot and sticky Valhalla? Or in back? Where two fingers shafted my rectum, grazing the inner membrane between pink and brown pockets, sliding smoothly, greased with a thin residue of shit?
Who knew? Who cared? Who gave that much of a fuck?
I moaned. I gasped. I breathed his breath through my twat. I chopped down on the hard meat in my face and mashed my cunt at him. I smelled of his nuts-that exotic aroma of sweat and love and underwear, hair and bath powder. It was big, this one was. Bigger than Mr. Levine's… not quite as big as Daddy's… better than Popsy's but not quite as frisky as Vic's. I took hold of his cubes, wrapped one arm around his waist, and sucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow.
I was coming. Tom too. It seemed I lived in a world of rapidly dropped, eagerly swallowed, then up, up, and away again, creamy loads. I made him pullback and hold, then drive his dick at me with all the thrust he possessed.
The glans reached the farthest depths of my mouth… expanded… exploded. Hot lava gushed through me, top to toe. I was creaming all over his face-in his mouth, on his chin, his shirt-while the dick buried to the roots in my face discharged again and again.
I milked the last gooey drops before letting him to pull free. His cock slipped out of my face. I licked it clean. I swirled my pink tongue on the head, down the shaft, over and under the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. I washed his hot sweaty asshole. I licked until his poker went limp and lay there… stretched thin at the thick hairy base… still fat at the head… like a baseball bat.
I giggled. A limp cock was the silliest thing!
"Who'd of thought?" Tom lay flat, content to oblige me.
"Hm?" I licked up his belly to where his shirttails lay. "Who'd of thought what?"
Tom propped his head on one hand, upper body twisted. He squeezed my left buttock. He tickled my tushie. He lifted my face and kissed first my wet lips, then my nose, my chin.
"What?" I demanded."
"Who'd of thought I was in, the right house but in the wrong bedroom!"