Tom sat on the kitchen stool in the Lafayette kitchen, one foot on the top rung, the other stretched out to the floor. The cool marble top of the custom-made stool felt good on his ass and balls and made him confident that he would not get a hard-on while watching Denise flit around in nothing but her apron.
He had trapped himself when she answered the door, unaware that Sandy had gone to the Ordwells on an errand, and that Andy had taken the Lafayette car to the garage to replace a lazy fuel pump.
"I had some time to kill," he had told Denise at the front door. "So I thought I'd see if Sandy wanted to do anything in particular."
"Come in, Tom," she invited. "Sandy's taking some things to Shelley that got in my carton at the grocery checkout counter. You can keep me company while she's gone."
So he sat there, his educated eyes appreciating every little ripple of her butt, and the way her apron bib jiggled with the bounce of her tits. He almost got an erection, despite the cold marble, when she stooped to get a pan on the floor-level shelf of the cupboard. Her asshole winked at him and her soft brown crotch curls spread out as her squeezed cunt pouted its lips at him!
Up to that moment, he had consciously attempted to treat her the same as he had in the past; it seemed the proper thing to do, since he had announced on arrival that he was more or less calling on her daughter.
But now he remembered the current that had seemed to pass between them when he and Sandy interrupted Denise and his father on the beach. He was almost certain that her look had been loaded with desire. And as he and Sandy walked away, he had seemed to feel her gaze on his body.
Denise stepped close to the stool as she searched in an upper cupboard for something. One leg went out to the floor as a balance while she reached. The skirt of the apron fell away in front of her, held only by the string at her waist.
Tom could see the warm, glowing tones of her skin at close range, and her scent was in his face as she moved between him and the open window. Impulsively, he reached out and put a hand on her outstretched leg, the nearest to him.
His fingers curled over onto the curve of her inner thigh, and tendrils of her damp cunt feathers were invaded by his fingertips. He hedged his bet with an excuse that sounded as weak and phony as it was.
"Don't fall, Denise!"
She teetered on tiptoe, hummed her appreciation of the familiarity, and slowly brought her leg down until the foot touched the floor. She trapped his hand between her thighs, pulling it farther into her crotch by the movement. She tightened her thigh muscles and squeezed his hand pulsingly several times.
"Am I wet, Tom?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
He could feel the steamy ooze on his index finger where the edge of his hand was forced into her slit. The thick outer lips of her cunt were wetly curved around it.
"Wonderfully!" he said a voice hoarser than hers.
"It got that way because I was thinking about you… about what we might be doing to kill some of that extra time you have on your hands. Do you feel like fun and games?"
"If you'd like, you wouldn't have to ask," he told her. His cock had fully erected as his hand touched her leg.
She saw the long, rigid cock vibrating, and whimpered excitedly. Tom stood and they turned like dancing partners, his hand still snug in her crotch, and walked slowly to the bedroom.
Denise closed the door behind them, walked to the bed, and opened her thighs to release his hand. It stayed there as if she still held it, even while she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Take me, Tom," she whispered. "Take me any way you want me!"
He put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed gently. She lay back and drew up her knees. Tom moved his hand from her cunt and replaced it with his mouth. He sucked at the woman juice, ran his tongue around inside her fleshy cup, and then gave her clit a quick sample suck that made her moan loudly.
He went after it in a frenzy, ripping it, tonguing it, and sneaking in the little sucks often enough to keep her passion on the climb at a steady rate.
"Tom, lover!" she moaned, moved by her growing excitement and the need to know whether certain words and phrases would stimulate him. "You eat my cunt… so beautifully!"
She heard a poignant moan from her crotch and felt the vibrations in her swat. The words had excited him. That, or the knowledge of his effectiveness.
Her ass nibbled at the sheet, but the horizontal movement was all she allowed herself; she fought the impulse to fuck up at his mouth, lest she disturb the delicious technique that was carrying her to glory! She was not yet sure of how agile he was when it came to eating a bucking pussy.
But the moment came when she had her answer to that question, too. Her climax struck suddenly, making her body arch and quiver; powerful jerks shook her pelvis. But Tom anticipated her and got a death grip on her ass as it rose.
He nailed her hole with his tongue, darting it in and out with the lightning agility of a snake's tongue. She could feel the suction when he drew the juices out of her swat. Then his mouth left her as she moaned and shuddered out her release by herself.
When she was enjoying the calmer facings of her sexual afterglow, she saw that he stood attentively by the bed, watching her closely, a pleased expression in his eyes as he smiled at her.
"Lie down, Tom… please." Denise felt the warm glow from him as he lay close to her. She got up and squatted over his rigid prick, parted her gash with her fingers, and eased down onto the taut, glossy knob of his glans. He groaned as she began to engulf his tool, lowering herself slowly to make the pleasure last.
"Denise!" His voice was distorted with the effort to maintain his control. The long wait while he ate her pussy had sensitized him so much that he could have drawn a map of her every wrinkle and convolution. As her liquid-loaded hole ensheathed his prick, he had to fight the urge to let go his load.
"What a sweet sensation!" he murmured. "It's as if your cunt were kissing my cock all over at the same time!"
She bottomed just in time! As her ass plopped down onto his thighs, she felt the swollen head of his cock spreading against her innermost limits.
Denise began a studied rise and fall with her ass, springing with the muscle tension of her lovely legs, and making her box milk the hard teat of his cock with a measured rhythm. Sweat began to stand out on Tom's forehead and chest as he, too, felt the strain of desire heating his blood.
It got to him, quickly and potently. The flavors in his mouth cried out, Denise! The woman scent still lingering in his nostrils shouted, Denise! The excitingly female loveliness in his range of vision spelled out her name in burning letter. And the sweet, wet warmth surrounding his pulsing cock whispered through his glands and arteries, Denise! He felt his gun begin to fire.
"DENISE!" he cried, ashamed that he had not been able to wait for her. He shot up into her milking tunnel, splashing her twat with his hot cum. She whimpered as she sensed her loss, and would have climbed off him when he was through. But he seized her arms.
"Stay on me! Please, Denise!" he begged, anxious to redeem himself in her eyes. He concentrated on the very things which had been his undoing. The smell and taste of her; the sight of her; the feel of her wrapped around his cock, her cunt a living, breathing symbol of her delicious womanliness!
His prick stiffened as he stared at the quivering mounds of her tits. Her swollen nipples shivered as he watched, and his cock jerked inside her, its head swelling against her walls. He began to fuck into her slowly, and a radiant smile spread over her face.
"Rest, Tom!" she cried excitedly. "Let me do the work. Just keep that… marvelous prick steady and let me make love to it!"
She resumed her bouncing, now adding a spiral twist frequently as she grew more confident that he could now outlast her needs. She was almost sobbing with joy as she rode him recklessly.
"Lovely Denise!" he said in low, penetrating tones. "Wonderful Denise cunt! Sweet, warm, wet Denise cunt!"
Just as her words had encouraged him earlier, his adoring and lustful words now triggered her over the edge. She began to shake as she screwed down onto his impaling cock. Ripples ran over her, weakening her until she could only sit there, feeling the head of his prick pressing at her passage end.
"Dear God!" she cried, and shivered as she would die. Tom shot another load into her, and as the hot splashes geysered against her cunt walls, she felt the ultimate joys of ecstasy – and passed out cold!
Tom caught her and eased her down onto the bed, slipping out of her snatch on the way. Cum poured from her hole, but he ignored it and lay there, watching her with concern.
When her eyes fluttered open, she stared blankly at him for a second. Then she smiled as if she had seen the gates of heaven. She put an affectionate hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently.
"If I were a witch," she told him, laughing with her mouth but dead serious with her eyes. "I'd put a spell on you and make you fall in love with Sandy, just to make sure you'd always be around." She sighed and shook her head in bewilderment.
"I'm more than a little in love with that bewitching cunt of yours, Denise!" he told her sincerely. "I'll always be around for you!"
"Thanks a lot, Sandy," Ross said as he put the sack on the kitchen counter. "Say, could you stick around for a while? I think there's something you're supposed to take back with you. How about a drink or something?"
"Well… I am sort of dry. I'll try whatever you're drinking."
Ross went to the bar in the living room, set down his half-finished Scotch and water, and made Sandy one that was slightly weaker. She took it, sat on a stool, and faced him across the bar. In the mirror on the opposite wall, Ross saw by the reflection of her back that she kept her knees primly together, even though the bar was between them.
He thought about what Jack told him, and concluded that she was either keeping her legs together because her pussy was sore from unaccustomed use, or because of habit. He had to find out which it was before he tried to seduce her.
Picking up his drink, he walked from behind the bar to take a chair across the room. Sandy had to swing around to face him or find a seat from which she would be less vulnerably exposed.
"Does your drink taste all right?" he asked.
At first, he thought she was going to maneuver herself off the stool with her back to him and look for another seat. But when she had wiggled around to extricate her legs from between the bar and the stool, she repositioned herself to face him.
Her knees were not pressed tightly together, but neither were they or her thighs widely enough separated to provide him a peek at her snatch. Her expression was innocent enough, but there was an awareness in her eyes that convinced him she knew what he was up to.
"I guess so," she replied. "I'm no connoisseur of Scotch… it is Scotch, isn't it?"
"Yes, one of the best. But then, it's an acquired taste for those who really like it. Unlike sex, one's first experience with Scotch can easily be the last."
"You're speaking as a male," she told him, with a perception he had not thought her capable of at her age. "With a lot of females – perhaps even some males – the first taste of sex can have the same effect!"
"What about the second taste?" he inquired, seeing his chance to advise her subtly that he knew of her session with Jack. She was obviously startled, but recovered fast while she gained time by sipping at her drink.
"I thought it was Rhoda who had the binoculars," she said.
"It wasn't necessary to spy," he explained. "We saw you and Tom go into the Cartwrights' cottage, and we saw you come out. It doesn't take a lot of thinking to conclude why you were in there so long." He conveniently omitted the fact that he had confronted Jack with the same evidence and obtained confirmation.
"I'll have to admit that perhaps the second taste of sex and Scotch can be similar," she told him. There was mischief in her eyes. "Again… I'm speaking mainly from the female point of view."
"Are you saying that if a woman discovers she can enjoy sex with less discomfort than she had during her defloration, she could learn to like it?"
"Something like that," Sandy agreed. "Assuming that Scotch has advantages over other liquors, you first have to get past the medicinal taste, and if you like the plus factors it offers, you'll try it at least the second time, to see if the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."
"Well, Sandy, ignoring the Scotch and concentrating on the sex, have you any observations to make on the third time?"
"I'm not qualified to discuss the third time… yet," she said. Ross caught the hesitation before the qualifying word. He also saw the slight relaxation of her knees which gave him just the barest glimpse of her twat hair, but the lips of her cunt were so snug that no pinkness appeared to split the wealth of mahogany curls.
"I don't set myself up as a credentialed instructor," he said. "But I'd be deliriously happy to help you qualify, if you happen to be in the mood."
Sandy saw the twitch of his semierect cock, and the way it jerked in his lap made tingling sensations ripple over her. She let her knees separate a little more, then leaned back and rested her elbows on the bar behind her.
The action pulled her lovely tits outward and upward, and the nipples quivered enticingly as the mounds jiggled and bounced. Ross felt his cock stiffen still more and twitch with a stronger pulsation than before.
"I'm in the mood to be put in the mood," she said coyly.
Ross was at her side in a second. He set his drink on the bar and cupped the cheeks of her ass with his hands as he put his lips on one of her nipples. He sucked the springy morsel into his mouth and tongued it. A shiver ran through her body. He sucked at the tit hungrily and she whimpered softly.
Moving to the other tit, he worked at the nipple until she was fidgeting on the stool. Her elbows left the bar as her hands moved to hold his head, pulling the welcome mouth more tightly against her tit. His hands kneaded her ass, fingers teasing the crack until she raised up to let him probe her asshole gently.
"We can do better than this," he said, pulling away and taking her by the hand. "Come on, honey, let's be comfortable." They went into the bedroom and crawled onto the sheets. Ross went for her cunt with his mouth, and she opened her legs wide to let him in.
He thumbed back the snug outer lips and licked into the pink flesh, tasting her rather bland cream and inhaling deeply in search of her heat scent. It took him several seconds to detect it, and he realized the potent flavor of the peat smoke in his straight Scotch had masked her exciting musk at first.
As he became more enthused over the womanly quality of her cream, he noticed that the quantity was increasing. The more he gathered her dew, the more she produced to replace it. And her moans were proof enough of her eagerness to have him continue lapping her cunt.
He shoved his tongue into her hole, fucked her with it until she began to wiggle her ass, then went after her clit. She gave out a little cry as he twitted it with his tongue. He nibbled it and heard her moan as her head rolled from side to side on the pillow.
With lips snugged over the firm bud, he gave it a few fast sucks, making it jerk in and out of its cloak. Sandy squealed as her torso shuddered and rocked in reflex.
Ross licked down into her cunt again, slurping up more of the generous flow, then fastened his lips on her clit once more and began to suck it in earnest. She cried out almost immediately, and her muscles all tensed, including those in the cheeks of her ass, which he gripped tightly as he thrust his tongue deep into her hole.
Her body writhed and jerked and Ross could suck only a little bit longer before the tossing motions became too violent to ride out. He let her go and crawled in to lie beside her while she finished her orgasm.
"Nice!" she whispered when she was calm enough to think more clearly. "Very nice, Ross! Thank you."
"Thank you, Sandy!" he insisted. "Your cunt is very sweetly exciting to eat." He sat upright and looked down at her. "Shall we continue?"
"Yes! That's put me in the mood… beautifully!"
"Let's try it with you on your hands and knees for a start," he suggested. She got into position and Ross helped her move her legs just right so he could knee up close to her. He felt the coolness of her wet mahogany curls as he put the tip of his cock into her crotch.
Then he parted her lips with his fingers and nosed his knob around to get it centered in the entrance to her cunt. It was snug, but her juices still flowed heavily, and he rode into her twat for the first few inches on a generous coating of lubricant.
She whimpered a little as he continued to drive his prick onward, but her sheath had started to become accustomed to getting fucked, and it expanded smoothly as his cock filled her more and more, until he felt the end of her cunt with the tip of his prick.
"Ross!" she said in a frightened voice. "You're in me… awfully far!"
"This position has certain advantages, Sandy," he told her. "You'll have to try them all before you know which you like best."
He started fucking her, moving in and out of the snugness of her box with care, for he was tremendously excited to be in her young pussy, and the tightness threatened to bring him off unless he took it slowly.
His hand reached under her, found the connection between them, and located her clitoris. He spread her excess juice over the tiny bud and began to toy with it as he stroked into her cunt. Sandy whimpered and gasped as the thrills began to build all over again.
Ross experienced something he had forgotten for a long time. Sandy's sheath was so tight around his prick that when he withdrew between strokes, the lips of her cunt seemed to pull outward, their flesh clasped around his shaft tightly. It added to his sensations by providing constant friction over a large portion of his cock.
"And your cunt is a delight to fuck, too!" he told her as he fought to maintain control.
"Fuck me harder, Ross!" she cried. She had discovered that she liked the feel of his knob pounding the end of her tunnel, and she wanted him to batter it brutally.
He fucked into her with merciless power, and she grunted at each stroke, then gasped as he pulled back for the next, her twat clinging to him as his wet shaft slid rearward.
Ross could feel small claspings now, as her cunt muscles reacted to her rising passion. And her ripping fingers as he teased her clit and the edges of her outer lips.
"I know, Ross… I know!" she cried. "The third time… is heavenly! Oh, screw that… lovely cock into me… hard!"
He fucked into her with the force of a battering ram, and she moaned and whimpered constantly as her excitement mounted. Juice was seeping out all over as flesh slid against flesh wetly, and Ross was pounding the end of her spine with his pubic pad, feeling the impact at each fuck.
The joyful feel of her hot, wet cunt became too much for him; its snugness milked away the last of his control and he began to spurt into her cunt as he rammed home for the last time.
"Oh, that hot cum!" she shrieked, and her body began to shake under him as she climaxed powerfully. He flooded her while she gurgled and groaned and bucked. Her cunt squeezed his rod every few seconds after he had finished. It milked him dry, yet he hated to pull out of her delicious steamy nest as long as the claspings continued.
Sandy had let her arms relax, and her weight was supported on her head and knees in tripod fashion. When Ross finally withdrew, she fell on her side and lay there, oozing onto the sheet and gasping between quiet moans.
He left her alone for a while and came back with their drinks. She propped herself on an elbow and took several swallows, then looked at Ross with pleasure-swollen eyes.
"And there are women who actually accept money for doing this!" Her tone of disbelief or amazement amused Ross. "Why, it's the greatest thing there is! Once a girl gets her pussy used to being stretched, it's nothing but joy!"
"You can't blame the professionals in one field for earning their bread, unless you blame them all," Ross told her. "There are whores who like their work, and those who don't – just as there are people in any field who work only for money, and those who choose a profession they like. Might as well enjoy what you do for money, if you can swing it!"
"It would be a tempting career for me," Sandy confessed. "I know there's such a thing as enjoying your work, but this would be a loving delight!"
"The occupation has its disadvantages, Sandy. I'd advise you to do some pretty thorough research before seriously considering it as a career. Some other time, I'll give you one of Professor Ordwell's illustrated lectures. You'll find that, among other minus factors, the variety of demands your clients make on you can be quite upsetting at times. Not everyone gets his kicks the same way, you know."
"I don't care," Sandy said recklessly. "Fun is fun. And I think sex is the most!" She set down her drink and pulled herself over to where he lay. Her hand seized his cock. "I really enjoy everything about it. Let me drink your cum, Ross; I'm hungry for it!"
She took his cock in her lips and began to suck and stroke it. He grunted at the contact, feeling the strain of his tremendous ejaculation, but her mouth was so gently sweet and warm that her actions began to soothe him.
In a few seconds, she had him hard and panting with the rising thrills. Then she stopped for a moment, raised her head, and gave him an elfin grin.
"Make like I'm a whore," she begged him. "Talk dirty to me. Tell me some of the things you'd like to do with me." She seized his whang with her mouth and resumed her activity. He thought for a moment, then went along with her game.
"I'd love to do a lot of things with you, Sandy baby. I love the smell and taste of your… unh…! Delicious pussy. I like to suck up your cream and fuck your tight little hole with my tongue, and nibble your clit and steal little sucks at it… unh…! And shove my dong into your hot, juicy box and fuck it until your teeth… unh…! Rattle."
She was really getting to him now, and he felt his cock was as hard as steel. Yet it had a sensitivity he could barely stand.
"And I'd like to operate on your back door, too. I'd lick into your ass, tease your tight little winkie with my tongue, push into your asshole with it and wiggle it until you squealed. Then… unh…! I'd wedge the tip of my cock in your asshole and drive it into your butt until you screamed. I'd fuck your ass until I filled your gut with… unh…! My hot cum."
Sandy's body trembled as she went into a little orgasm, but it seemed to make her suck at his cock even more greedily. She now had one hand in her crotch, working at her cunt with her fingers.
"Then, maybe I'd shove my prick into your cunt as deep as I could reach, and piss into you. I'd fill you so full of piss your belly would stretch… unh… and…! Unh…! Sandy! Oh, baby! Nurse on it, baby doll! Nice hot cum for you, Sandy! Ohhh… Suck it off!"
He erupted into her mouth in hard spurts. She swallowed it and sucked for more, meanwhile moaning through her own orgasm. She was so greedy that he had to tear his cock from her mouth and lie back on the pillow to recuperate.
"Are we going to do some of the other things, now?" she asked when she was over her climax.
Ross looked at her as if he were Frankenstein, and she the monster he had created. He knew that the group would have to come up with an idea for some means of taming her before she got out of hand.
"No, Sandy," he told her with a weak grin. "It's time for my afternoon nap!"