Barbara and Nick had been seeing each other steadily for several weeks, and they were both eager to fuck – but so far they had not had the opportunity.
Their love life had been limited to heavy petting, giving each other handjobs and dry-humping.
They generally made out on Barbara's couch when he visited her at home, and, because there was always the danger that her mother or father might walk in on them, they hadn't dared to start sucking or fucking and, in fact, they had never even seen each other naked.
The storm that prevented her parents from coming home was a Godsend to the teenagers.
Of course, it was also proving a blessing for Barbara's mom and dad and a lucky guy who was sharing a bed with them, and it was also giving another couple a thrill as they played the peeper on the porch.
But the kids, didn't know about those things.
Barbara was a bouncy and nubile nymph, with golden-blonde hair like her mother's and showing every promise of developing as spectacularly as that voluptuous lady – and of using her charms just as effectively, too.
Nick was tall, athletic, and hung like a stallion.
Barbara loved to play with his huge prick – and if jacking him off was such a treat, she could hardly wait to get his prick stuffed up her pussy.
They French-kissed and felt each other up, unaware that there was a fascinated audience who, seeking shelter from the storm, had found a passion play in progress – just the sort of thing the Wellingtons loved.
"Wanna get naked?" Barbara asked, her lips teasing his.
"Yeah!" Nick exclaimed.
They began to strip.
Richard had his eyes glued on the gorgeous girl, and Anna was looking back and forth, turned on by both of the sexy teenagers. Anna loved young meat of either gender.
The kids got naked and cuddled up again. Nick felt her tits, and Barbara stroked his prick and cupped his balls, lifting the heavy sac in her palm.
Her pussy was open, and pussyjuice was flowing down her crotch like a swampy waterfall. Cuntjuice was seeping into the crack of her ass and a damp, sticky patch was spreading out on the cushion under her.
Nick fed her a tongue sandwich.
Barbara sucked on his tongue and, naturally, she thought about sucking his cock.
He kneaded her plump tits and pulled at the explosive pink nubs of her nipples, making her whimper.
"We gonna fuck, baby?" he croaked. "You bet your ass!" she panted. He started to lower her down along the couch, but she struggled back up.
They had the whole night together now, thanks to the storm, and Barbara didn't want to rush things. She wanted to do everything, but by gradual degrees, lingering over each stage from foreplay to finale.
"Let's fool around first," she sighed. She leaned over his lap and gazed adoringly at his huge cock. She frigged down with her fist, skinning the head out in a naked slab of purple meat.
Pre-cum oozed out abundantly. "Don't jack me off!" he squealed as her hand pumped up and down again.
"Why not?" she giggled.
"Ain't we gonna screw?" he whined.
"Sure. We can fuck all night, Nicky. You can fuck my sweet ass off. But you're gonna shoot off right away, the first time, right?"
He nodded.
"I don't want you to cum as soon as you shove it up my twat, baby. If I pump you off for starters, you'll be able to fuck me longer, right?"
He grinned, seeing the clever logic in her statement. Now he was grateful that the storm had allowed them to spend the whole night together.
And the idea excited the voyeurs, too.
Seeing a handjob was as good, in a way, as seeing some fucking and sucking – because Anna got to see all the jizz when it spurted out.
Barbara bent over Nick's groin, her tits jiggling saucily, staring at his meatrack fondly. Whacking him off always gave her a thrill, and tonight it would be all the better. Knowing that his second hot load was destined to be spilled in her pussy.
She began to frig him rhythmically, and he humped up from the couch, fucking her fist.
Preliminary goo washed down his meaty cockshaft, greasing her strokes. The heel of her hand hit his balls, then she pulled up to the cock-knob. His cockhead was flaring out, lathered with a spunky seepage. It looked like a fat purple plum coated with whipped cream.
She leaned lower and twisted her torso from side to side, brushing her tit-tips against his cockhead. He nudged his prick into her cleavage and shoved up again, fucking her titty tunnel.
"Cum, Nicky!" she moaned.
Her blonde head was hovering over his cock, eyes glazed with lust, lips parted and panting. Her breath was wafting over his. "You're gonna get a faceful!" he warned.
"Ummmmmm – good!" she sighed.
She jacked faster, squeezing his throbbing cock-stalk as she pumped merrily away.
"Milk my meat, Barb!" he croaked.
"Ummmmmm – shot off for me!"
His balls surged and exploded violently.
His prick jolted in her hand as the fuckjuice came spurting up through the core of his cock.
A creamy geyser of goo shot out and splashed on the blonde girl's chin. She squealed with joy and pumped away, jerking him off steadily.
Jizz sprayed all over the place, drenching her tits, soaking into her cleavage, skidding along her chin and lacing her parted lips. She had cum in her blonde hair and a squirt went up her nose, making her sputter.
His cock was pouring the stuff out like a cornucopia full of cum. Her face and tits were lathered, glistening like a glazed donut.
His nuts drained off slowly and a final squirt skidded over her cheek.
Nick gasped and slumped back, grinning with pleasure. She kept on frigging away to make sure that she had coaxed out the last drops.
His balls were deflated – but his big cock was still standing rampant and tall. A single handjob had hardly diminished his virility at all.
Barbara was sure glad of that.
So were Richard and Anna.
Anna was pressing her nose to the window, fogging the glass with her heated breath.
Richard was standing behind her, his groin jammed tight to her solid ass. He held her by the hipbones and ground his hard-on against her ass.
Anna reached behind her and fumbled around, opening his fly and hauling his cock out. His prick was huge and hard as if he hadn't gotten his rocks off in a week, despite the lavish load he had spurted into her mouth just moments ago.
Anna yanked her skirt up above the hips. Richard tugged her bikini panties down her legs, and she kicked them off.
Holding his cock by the root, she guided the bloated crown into her cuntslot. She worked it around, using the knob of his prick like a ladle to stir her honeypot of a cunt. He grasped her hips again, ready to hump.
She leaned back, resting her head on his shoulder and moaned. "Shove it up me, darling…"
Richard shoveled the cock to her, sinking in balls-deep on the first thrust. He held it all buried as she fondled his balls in her groin.
Her cunt was working on his prick, the inner rings rippling up the length of his cock as if she were jerking him off with her pussy. The wet walls of her cunt molded to the contours of his huge cock.
He started to slide his cock in and out, feeding it to her pussy.
She took a few fuck-strokes, then tightened her grip on his balls, restraining his movement.
"Wait, honey! Don't fuck me yet! Just leave it all up me for awhile – while we see what those naughty kids are going to do next."
Richard, who shared her enthusiasm for voyeurism, figured that was a good idea.
They stood there, coupled, his flat belly tight to the curves of her ass, waiting for the teenagers to put on another erotic performance.
They didn't have long to wait.
But first there was an interruption.
The phone rang again.