Paul Towne spent a restless morning going over the insurance claims of a local account. There had been a fire, and the investigating agent had reported accurately the extent of the damages, but that report did not tally with those received from the corporate attorneys handling the accounts for the firm.
But the accounts were not Paul’s real problem. His initial problem had arisen the night before when his dormant ulcer had awakened him shortly after midnight and he had gone downstairs to pour himself a glass of milk. His second problem the one that had kept his mind from his work-had arisen after he had poured the milk and was standing barefoot in the kitchen. A low humming sound had come to him, and as he listened, it became recognizable. Quietly, he had closed the door to the refrigerator, set the glass aside and walked softly to the door of the family’s downstairs playroom. The sound of the projector was barely audible, but as he stood there, he suddenly realized that it was an unusual time of night for someone to be running the damn thing. Beth was in bed sound asleep so that left only Tim or Judy-and he was positive that he had not heard her return yet from her date.
Carefully, he edged open the basement door and, sure enough, the flickering light that came to him told him that he had properly identified the sound. As he stepped onto the narrow landing of the basement steps, another sound came to him and he froze in bin tracks.
“Oh, yessss, Timmy! Fuck me! Make me come! Shove your cock all the way in!”
Paul chilled as be recognized his daughter’s voice and he stood there for several long moments, his heart pounding in his chest as the obscene words burned themselves into his brain. Descending several steps he was shocked to see a porno movie in a sharp black and white contrast on the screen-and it was one he didn’t recognize. Then, stooping a bit, he felt a surge of sudden anger flood his body as he saw his son, Tim, kneeling behind Judy on the couch-tucking her from behind!
Paul could not believe his eyes at first, and his initial impulse was to turn on the lights, race down the stairs and separate the lewdly fucking children.
But as he watched transfixed, he realized suddenly that they were no longer children. Below the age of consent, perhaps, but certainly not children!
His mouth dropped open as his lovely young daughter arched her back while she watched the obscene movie and cried out for her brother to fuck her. And as he watched, Paul felt himself being aroused by Tim and Judy as they fucked.
Without actually realizing he was doing it, he had taken hold of his growing prick and had begun masturbating as he watched. The scene, was so totally erotic that he had difficulty tearing his eyes from the youngsters to look at the screen as two young boys fucked an older woman. And as he freed his prick from the loose pajamas he wore, he knew he would never stop Tim and Judy from the completion of their screw.
Paul licked his lips with desire as his daughter wiggled her full ass against his son’s thrusting prick. In his heightened state, Paul envisioned himself behind the girl, holding onto her soft hips, feeling the warmth of her ass against his naked belly and the smooth tightness of her cunt as he thrust into her hole deeply. God! What he wouldn’t have given to have exchanged places with his son at that very moment!
As the movie ground on, Paul felt himself tensing and he knew that watching the two fuck was not enough. What he really wanted to do. was rush down the stairs and shove his aching prick into his daughter’s mouth as his son tucked her obscenely from behind!
Paul closed his hand around the head of his huge prick as it erupted. He felt his cock spurt hotly against his palm as his daughter cried out in the midst of her orgasm. As his contractions passed, Paul was returned to reality and he shakily backed out the door, his hand filled with his own cum and his prick jerking spasmodically through the fly of his pajamas.
Sleep had come slowly after that, and he had thought of Tim and Judy long into, the night after he had heard them turn in. He reflected on his own youth and his older sister, Linda. They had fucked and sucked secretly for nearly five years before she had eventually married and moved to another city. Still, the original shock remained, and Paul felt himself torn between two poles-his family duties and the reality of the situation. He knew that if Beth knew about it, regardless of her own sexual experiences and preferences, she would hit the ceiling. So Paul had kept it to himself, avoiding his children at breakfast, and had spent a miserable morning as a result.
Sifting behind his desk, Paul realized he had a hard-on just thinking about the night before, and he could not deny the desire he felt each time he thought of his lovely daughter. Glancing at his wristwatch, he snatched the phone from its cradle and dialed a familiar number.
“Yes?” a husky but feminine voice answered.
“Paul Tone. Is this Gilda?”
“Well, stranger, where have you been keeping yourself? I haven’t heard from you for a couple of months. Momma taking good care of you?”
Paul felt his face burn, but took no offense. “Uh, look, Gilda, I’ve got a couple hours off. I’d like to look at some fresh merchandise. Can you handle it?”
There was a pause and Paul heard the woman speak to someone on the other end.
He knew she was pulling his card and in a moment, she confirmed this. “Uh, how fresh, Mr. Towne?”
“Something a young girl would appreciate-very young.”
“I see,” she replied, then paused. “Will you want to look at the merchandise at the same place?”
“Yea… ” he said simply. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Fine. I’ll send one of our representatives around. Have a nice day, and thanks for calling.”
As Paul walked through the lot towards his car, he saw Jim Carter walking towards his own. His neighbor’s face glowed and as his eyes met Paul’s, they seemed to twinkle brightly. “Hey… we gonna see you and Beth at the club Saturday?”
Unlocking the door of his car Paul waved and nodded. “We’ll be there. Beth’s been nagging about it all week!” and they both laughed. Neither of their wives was a nag, but it was a little joke they shared on occasion.
Paul left the parking lot and drove eastward as thoughts of Jim’s wife swam in his head. Val was one piece Paul wanted to make it with, and it wasn’t the first time he had dwelled on the thought. On several occasions, he’d mentioned to Beth that they ought to encourage the Carters to try a swap, but each time Beth had simply shrugged and remarked at how naive Valerie seemed.
Paul was on the freeway and off in just a matter of minutes. He pulled into the lot of the “Terrace Swingles” and parked. He had kept a small efficiency apartment there for the past few years, and it had proven invaluable as a retreat whenever he wanted to be alone, or whenever the mood struck him to call Gilda.
Once inside, he pulled off his coat and tie, hung them in the wardrobe and mixed himself a light drink. Closing the drapes to the balcony then, Paul turned on the stereo and sat back to wait for Gilda’s “merchandise”. He felt the excitement well in his cock as he recalled the last time he had called the woman and as the minutes dragged on, he recalled the scene and felt his impatience grow as his prick grew rigid inside his pants.
Paul was on the verge of calling Gilda when he heard footsteps outside the apartment. He swallowed thickly as the sound of the key turning came to him then the door opened and Paul Carter leaned forward, his mouth agape as his drink slipped from his fingers and spilled onto the thick carpet.
“Mister Towne!” Trish Carter exclaimed, a look of abject horror on her lovely young face.
Paul was speechless as he recognized his neighbor’s seventeen-year-old daughter. He shook his head slowly from side to side, then he found his voice and stammered huskily, “for God’s sake… what are you doing here?”
Trish wore a look of equal confusion as she held up the key, looked around the apartment; she fished a piece of paper from the pocket of the short denim jacket she wore, and as she read it, she shook her head again. She handed the slip of paper to Paul, who read: TERRACE SWINGLES, APT. 2C, Mr. Towne.
“Uh… Jesus, Trish… I don’t know what to say to you. That is, I’m afraid there’s been some mistake.”
She took the slip of paper back and nodded as she spoke in a low voice, “A typing mistake. Gilda hit the ‘R’ instead of the ‘T’ and obviously I didn’t recognize the name, Rowne…”
“You that is, Gilda sent you?”
The girl raised her eyes to meet his. “Does that shock you, Paul… that I work for Gilda.” She shrugged. “A lot of the girls do. Where else would all you dirty old men get playmates?”
The words were offensive to Paul, but her tone of voice was not, and he swallowed back his apprehension as she moved closer to him and reached out to run her hand over his crotch.
“It seems we both have a little secret to keep, doesn’t it?”
Paul felt the girl’s hand on his prick, and it twitched involuntarily as she took hold of it fully, then pressed her lush young body to his.
“I… Jesus, Trish…I couldn’t… I mean.”
“Face it, Paul-every girl is someone’s daughter. You play, you pay. Me, I play and I get paid.” She lifted her face to his as her pert young tits brushed his chest, and she smiled as she added: “Besides, I’ve schemed on a way to get you to myself ever since we moved in across the street from you!”
Paul looked down at the beautiful young girl, and as he did, a vision of her mother passed through his bead. Christ! he thought, I’ve wanted to fuck her mother, and she’s so much like her it’s unreal.
He touched her cheek and as Trish closed her eyes slightly, he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss sent chills of electric fire through his brain and body, and the realization that this girl was his neighbor’s daughter-and the friend of his own daughter-sent a new excitement through his prick.
Closing his arms about her, Paul probed her mouth with his tongue and felt her press against him. He could feel the nipples of her tits as they stiffened against his chest, and as his prick grew beneath her experienced hand, he knew he was going to fuck her. Regardless of who she was, how old she was or the fact that he was paying for the privilege, he was going to fuck her!
As their lips parted, Trish shrugged out of her light jacket and smiled up at the handsome older man. “Gilda told me you were into bondage, Paul…” She paused, and as she sensed his embarrassment, she looked about and added, “I dig it myself.”
Paul heard her words, but it was difficult for him to believe. How could this girl know anything of his desires, much less like them, too? But as he looked at her, he realized he had misjudged the new generation-first Judy with her brother Tim, and now this.
Paul took hold of her arm and pulled her to him. “You do, do you?” he asked as he guided her to the couch and forced her to sit. “Well just see about that!”
Quickly, Paul produced several silk scarves and before Trish could register protest, he had blindfolded her, bound her hands at the small of her back and was standing over her looking down in triumph.
Taking hold of the girl’s face in his hand, he asked her sternly, “How long have you worked for Gilda, Trish?”
The girl whimpered and shook her head. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please untie me, I promise I won’t tell anyone… I promise!”
Paul felt his excitement rise. Evidently, Gilda had briefed the girl and she was acting out the role just as he paid for it to be acted. “I’ll untie you,” he told her, “but not before I’m through with you!” and he pulled down the zipper of his pants slowly.
“Please!” Trish begged. “Don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you ask and I promise not to tell. Just don’t hurt me!”
Hearing the girl beg that way made Paul ache to fuck her, but she was his for two full hours, and he was going to make the most of it. He freed his prick from his pants and told her, “I’m not going to hurt you-providing you do exactly as you’re told…“ He moved forward and rubbed the head of his prick across her face.
Trish jerked her head backwards and whimpered again, “You… you’re a sex fiend… you’re going to rape me… Please don’t make me do anything like that!”
Paul laughed deeply and reached out to take hold of her head with his left hand as he continued to rub the tip of his swollen prick over her face. He rubbed it over her cheeks, then her lips and nose, and as the knob opened at the end and a small drop of pre-seminal fluid glistened there, he forced her mouth open and told her, “Lick the head of my prick, you little bitch’ Lick it!”
“No… noooo!” she cried as she felt the huge head of his prick against her mouth. “Don’t make me do that! Don’t make me suck you off!”
“Open your goddamn mouth before I slap the shit out of you!” he yelled, forcing the head of his prick into her mouth as she gasped for breath. The moment he shoved his cock past her lips, she began to struggle lightly, and he was forced to take her head in both hands and hold it firmly. Then, as she struggled, Paul shoved forward with his hips and forced more of his rod into her mouth.
“Suck it! Suck my cock until it comes, then drink my jism, you little bitch!”
Trish felt Paul’s prick slide into her mouth, and she ran her tongue around the head. The bondage trip excited her, and she found herself playing out the role with no difficulty. In truth, she did enjoy men who liked her tied up. It was both terrifying and exciting to be bound and blindfolded, then forced to commit sex acts with older men without being able to do anything about it. She opened her mouth more and began sucking Paul’s prick as his grip on her head tightened. She felt her own cunt juice begin to flow as her passion built.
Paul looked down at the lovely teenage girl as her mouth ovaled obscenely, and he forced more and more of his prick into her throat. He pulled back thou, and as his prick popped out of her mouth, he bent forward and kissed her fully and passionately, she returned his kiss with equal passion, and a new thrill went through her as his hand closed around her cunt and squeezed roughly through the thin material of her blouse. He pinched the nipple and bit her lips lightly, and Trish let out a little cry as his tongue entered her mouth and his other hand moved along her naked thigh beneath her skirt. She wiggled, trying to keep his hand from between her legs, but as she struggled, he forced her knees apart and slipped his own leg between them, keeping them open as his fingers moved over her panty-covered cunt-mound.
Paul released her then and stood up. He looked at her sitting there helpless and panting for breath. “I’m going to fuck you, Trish. I’m going to eat your pussy and make you suck my cock!” he lowered his voice “and lick my asshole!”
“Oh, no!” she exclaimed. “Please let me go! Don’t do all those horrible things to me… please!”
Paul laughed as he removed his clothing slowly and savored the moment. As he pulled off his shorts and socks, he went to the accordion partition that separated the room from the alcove where the bed was. He pulled beck the covers to display the blue satin sheets, then walked to the couch and jerked Trish to ha feet. Excitedly, he pulled her to him and ran his hands over her lush young body. Then be unbuttoned the thin blouse to re Veal her full tit. He was both amazed and pleased at their size and the slight uplift of the nipples. He lowered his head and sucked her right nipple into his mouth as his hands explored her ass-cheeks beneath her skirt.
“Oh, God!” Trish wailed. “You’re going to take my clothes off?”
Paul nibbled one boob and then the other as his hands fumbled for the catch at her waist. As her skirt fell in a pile around her ankles, she let out a tiny gasp and Paul closed his hands around the cheeks of her youthful ass and squeezed her through the silken material of her panties.
Then, kneeling before her, he rubbed his cheeks over her naked belly. Very slowly, he lowered her panties until they, too, were around her ankles. Lifting one foot and then the other, he removed the garments, then the light sandals she wore. He pressed his face between her legs and heard her gasp loudly as he nuzzled the hair that covered her pussy.
Opening his mouth, Paul flicked out his tongue and touched the tight folds of her cunt and she moved backwards as though trying to escape his searching mouth. Paul took hold of the cheeks of her naked ass and then forced her legs apart. Her pussy was widespread and he inhaled deeply of her feminine aroma. It excited him as he raised his face slightly and licked out to lave the entire cuntal area with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh, God! Don’t!” Trish protested. “That’s so nasty! Don’t do that to me. Don’t suck my pussy… don’t eat me out… please don’t!”
Excited by her words, Paul buried his face in her pussy and found the girl’s erect clit with his lips. The little nub of flesh was engorged with blood and it protruded from its hood like a tiny, erect cock. He sucked it, and as he did, she stopped her struggling and he heard her low moan as she pushed her snatch against his sucking mouth. He ran his hands up and down the length of her naked legs and thrilled at their warmth and smoothness.
Pulling away finally, Paul stood and untied her hands just long enough to remove her blouse; then be bound her again.
Trish fought him briefly as he dragged her towards the bed and flung her on it.
The moment her naked body came in contact with the satin sheets, she let out a little squeal, then began moving her body sensuously against the erotic material. Paul climbed onto the king-sized bed beside her and ran his hands over her tits and belly. When he came to her silken cunt, he inserted just the tip of his middle finger and stroked her gash lightly. Again, Trish began moaning with pleasure as his fingertip touched her cunt, then slid inside her tightly clasping pussy. She writhed beneath him as his other hand rubbed from her throat, downward across the erect nipples of her cunt to her smooth belly, then returned upwards again. Pausing as he traced a smooth line over her closed lips, he forced his finger into her mouth as his other finger entered her twit-hole more deeply.
Trish sucked his finger as though it were a prick and Paul felt the thrill of her tongue on it as she sucked it deeply into her mouth and pushed up with her hips to meet his other thrusting finger. Moaning softly, Trish’s breath became broken and she worked her hips furiously. She was coming!
The bent Paul realized it as he found her clit again, over to suck it into his mouth as his finger probed the depths of her young cunt. He felt her take hold of his finger with her teeth and as her body arched to his band and mouth, her bite became painful as she cried out from around his imprisoned finger.
“Ummmmm! Unnnngh! Cummming! Cumming! Commmming!” she screamed, her entire body went rigid as he tongued her to a violent orgasm until she lay shaken and panting for breath.
“Ohhh… ah, God… what have you done to me?… oh, my God!” Trish cried breathlessly as Paul raised his wet face from her quivering cunt.
Propping her head up on a satin pillow, Paul released Trish’s hands, but kept the blindfold on as he straddled her young body. He sat lightly on her stomach, kneeling more than sifting, and he guided her hands to his throbbing prick.
“Suck my cock!” he ordered her and moved his hips forward slightly as she opened her mouth obediently. Holding onto his prick with both hands, Trish licked the head of his swollen cock as he took hold of her head with, both hands. Sucking his tool deeply into her mouth, the girl swirled her tongue around and milked his throbbing prick with both her small hands.
Paul fought for control as her hot mouth sent waves of sheer ecstasy through his body. He hunched forward and shoved another inch of cock into her sucking mouth as he kit himself rising. His breath came brokenly as the girl thrashed beneath his hairy legs, and he raised up and forced both of her hands to his swollen balls. He took hold of his prick with his right hand and began pumping it at the same time she sucked it. With his left hand, he pulled off the blindfold. Paul bared his teeth as her eyes opened wide and he pumped his prick into her obscenely stretched mouth.
“Yess!” he hissed at her. “Suck it, you little bitch! Suck my prick… I’m coming… I’m going to come, damn you! Suck it! SUCKIT!”
His jizz boiled up the length of his spasming prick and he shoved it so deeply into her throat that it gagged her; then he pulled back suddenly and withdrew his prick just as the first hot glob of jism splashed forth. It hit her open mouth. As he pumped his prick furiously, the second contraction shot a wad of turn onto her face to run down her cheek, and he raised up as he spewed the rest of his hot, sticky load all over her pretty face trapped between his knees. As the last drop of sperm was squeezed out, Trish reached up and held onto his cock as she licked it clean. Overcome with, love and passion for the beautiful young girl, Paul slid dawn the length of her body and held her trapped under his own. He held onto her wrist with strong hands as she rolled her head from side to side, and he licked his own turn from her streaked face, his mouth finally finding hers to give her his cum from his mouth. Trish took it eagerly and sucked it into her mouth to swallow it as his still stiff prick nested between her lewdly splayed thighs. Finally, they lay gasping for breath and Paul released the girl’s arms.
Immediately, they went around his neck and she kissed him gently, then said, “Do you know… I had the wildest fantasy when you shoved your prick into my mouth. I thought you were my father…, and when you came all over my face, I almost cried out, ‘Daddy!”
Paul licked the last traces of turn from the girl’s cheek and smiled down at her. “Do you know-I had the wildest fantasy when I shot all over your face.”
“Don’t tell me,” she giggled. “You were doing it to Judy!”
And he kissed her passionately.
As he lay there smoking and Trish mixed him another drink, Paul watched the sway of her hips as she moved from the bar to the sink for ice. Her full ass excited him the way it was firm, yet soft, and he wondered if anyone had ever fucked her in the butt. When she returned to the bed with his drink, he asked, “Sure you won’t have one?”
“Uh-uh. I’ve got a two-o’clock chemistry class and I might blow things up!”
They both laughed.
“Uh, Trish… what about your sister, Tina? Does she… does she know about your work… uh… for Gilda?”
Trish smiled seductively at the older man and. traced a pattern on his chest.
“Right now, Tina’s making car-calls.”
“Car calls?” Paul questioned.
“Uh-huh. Gilda’s got a whole string of customers who just like a quickie head-job in their car. They call and she has one of the younger girls meet them. They give them a quick blowjob, then make their next class. It’s the way she starts us all off. Gives us a little experience before we go off on our own to some man’s apartment.”
Paul was both amazed and shocked by the girl’s candor. And shocked, too, to learn that Gilda had young, really young girls working for her look. Do you mind if I ask-”
Trish laughed: “What’s a nice girl like me…?” She reached out to squeeze his prick. “Not at all.”
“That isn’t exactly what I was going to ask you, Trish. What I was wondering was-how did you meet Gilda in the first place?”
“Promise you won’t tell?”
“But of course. I’m just curious.”
“Well,” the girl began, “word of mouth, mostly. It’s no big secret that most high-school girls put out to their boyfriends these days. Gilda recruited one girl several years ago and every year she picks up a few more.” She shrugged.
“We really don’t consider ourselves prostitutes. I usually only take one call a week. It gives me enough extra money that I’m not always into Daddy’s pocket … “ She giggled. “And when I go out with a boy I like, I can pay the way-high-school boys are notoriously broke, you know.”
Paul chuckled and slipped his arm around the girl and sought the cheeks of her ass. “Then it’s a matter of economics with you.”
“That… and the fact that men like you teach me so many far-out things. When I get married, I certainly won’t have to worry about losing my husband to some hot bitch!”
Paul nodded. He had never considered the finer points of prostitution, but evidently this teenaged girl had. “Uh… you say that Tina isn’t making house calls yet?”
Trish smiled and rubbed her leg against his as she fondled his prick softly.
“If this is leading up to what I think it is, I think it’d be wild. We’re both just a little bi… if you know what I mean. Tina’s no virgin, but she’s got a lot to learn and I think it would be great for someone like you to teach her.”
Paul’s prick jumped to life as he thought about a fuck-fest with the two Carter girls. Jesus-that would be something else! “Uh… listen… would we have to go through Gilda? I mean, couldn’t we sort of just arrange it on our own?”
Trish lowered her head and licked the head of his prick as his hand closed around the cheek of her ass. “I’d love that, Paul. And I’d turn you on like you’ve never been turned on before… watching Tina and I eat each other’s pussies… and both of us sucking you at once… you’d love it.” She sucked his prick deeply into her mouth, then raised up and kissed him. “And we’d do it for free, too!”
Paul’s heart beat wildly in his chest as he thought about the two girl, one the same age as his daughter, and it was then that the thought struck him and he looked down at the girl questioningly.
“What’s the matter?” Trish asked as he looked at her strangely.
“I just had a thought, and you don’t have to tell me if you’d rather not but Judy…?”
Trish laughed and kissed him lightly. “Don’t worry about her. I don’t think she’s a virgin, Paul, but damnit, you give her a pretty good allowance! I talked to her last semester. It wasn’t that she was opposed to it, it was just that she didn’t want to…“ She read the expression on his face and added, “Not disappointed, are you?”
He blushed as though she had read his thoughts, and he blurted out, “No, that wasn’t it at all. I caught her in the basement with Tim last night… and I was wondering?”
“She was making it with her brother? Far-out!” Trish exclaimed. “That’s keeping it in the family!”
Again, Paul’s face reddened. Was there nothing too much for this lovely young girl? He felt his prick twitch, and he unconsciously began rubbing Trish’s sensitive asshole.
“I’ve heard that it feels good when a man sticks his prick up a girl’s… I’ve never done that, Paul… and I’m going to cream all over these lovely sheets if you keep playing with my asshole like that!” Trish told him and rolled atop him to cover his mouth with hers.
Paul’s prick jumped as she told him what she wanted. He thought of that tight hole and how it would feel to stick his prick into her butt to the hilt. His breathing grew ragged as she squirmed atop him, and he forced more and more of his finger up her asshole.
“Oh, God… stop it.stop it! Put your prick where your finger is! Please fuck me in the ass!” Paul rolled her off of him and went quickly into the bathroom.
From the medicine chest, he took a tube of ointment and returned to the bed. He had the young girl roll over and as he inserted the cold plastic tube in her shifter, she chilled. “What is it?” she asked with apprehension, as he squeezed a liberal amount of the goo into her asshole.
“It’s just an ointment, Trish. It will deaden the tissues a bit, allow you to relax the muscles there and at the same time lubricate you. I wouldn’t want to hurt you, baby… ” As he removed the tube from her shitter, he spread another glob of it around her tightly puckered ring, then he squeezed some out in his hand and applied it to his throbbing prick.
“Won’t it deaden you, too?” she questioned a she turned her head and saw him using it on his cock.
“That’s the idea. I’ll be able to fuck you longer. A tight asshole has a way of bringing a man off really fast!”
As be climbed back on the bed, he rolled the girl to her back and placed two pillows under her. He knelt between her widespread legs and rubbed her thighs gently. “There may be a little pain at first, Trish.”
“Oh, you make it sound like an operation. Just fuck me! Stick your prick in my asshole and fuck me, damn you!” and she groped for his prick a he raised himself to her, a little shocked by her eagerness.
Holding his prick in his hand, Paul inserted a finger in the girl’s butt and stretched the outer sphincter muscle, then withdrew his finger and guided the head of his prick to that tiny, puckered ring of flesh below the girl’s pussy.
He shoved forward gently with his hips, and a thrill went through him as he watched her asshole oval out around the head of his prick.
Trish caught her breath sharply as his prick reached the second ring of muscle, and she winced slightly as his prick shoved inward. Paul stopped and looked up at the girls face-she was biting her lip and he knew there was pain behind the grimace. Easily, he withdrew his prick until just the head was in, then he eased it in her butt again and just sat there on his haunches as the girl’s face softened and she moved to him a bit. “Ohhh… oh, God… it feels like … like I have to go to the bathroom… like I was filled and I have to… have… Ugghhhnnnn” she moaned as he shoved his prick all the way into her ass and stopped.
Paul looked down at the fringes of her whole, ovaled now and stretched with the base of his prick protruding from it. It thrilled him, and the tight ass was almost too much for him to bear as she clenched her muscles and sent a spasm of delight through his body.
“Jesus, yes! Do that again, Trish!”
She blinked and looked down at him as he raised her legs and withdrew his prick a little. She constricted her ass muscles and felt his prick move out a bit more and as it reached the end and just the head of it remained inside her hung, he told her, “Now relax… just close your eyes and relax.”
She did as he bid and as she drew her breath deeply and exhaled, she felt his prick slide all the way in her shitter again and his balls slapped against the cheeks of her upraised ass.
“… that feels good… soooo goood!” she told him and her hands went to her tits and began massaging them as he began a slow fucking movement with his hips. His prick slid easily into her velvet ass-tunnel as she moaned and began licking lips. Paul looked at her lustfully as he fucked her clenching asshole and as she began to hunch to him to meet his slow thrusts, he took her right hand from her tit and moved it to cover her pussy.
“Finger-fuck yourself, Trish. Rub your cunt and let me watch-it’s such a turn-on to watch a girl diddle herself”
“Ohhhhh… God, you’re too much,!” she told him. “I’ve always wanted to do this in front of a man. Watch me… I’m going to stick my finger in my pussy … I’m gonna make myself come.”
And he watched as she parted her hair-fringed pussy-lip, and began stroking her gash lightly with just the tip of her middle finger. She arched her back then and her breathing became ragged as she stroked her slit faster and hater and her finger disappeared into her sopping cunt. Paul lunged forward and buried his prick in her lush young ass as she began to roil her head from side to side. He reached forward and took hold of her other band and brought it down between her legs. He spread her fingers in a “vee” and let her feel his prick moving in and out of her hot, spanning asshole as he fucked her furiously and she finger-fucked herself.
“Oh… Jesus – Jesus God! I’m coming! I can’t hold back! I’m coming, Paul!
Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass! I’m oommmmming!”
The girl’s body stiffened as she shuddered, then cried out again as the orgasm took her. She writhed beneath his thrusting prick as the breath left her body and she lay quivering like a fish out of water. Paul held back until her orgasm had passed. Her hotly clenching asshole had almost brought him off, but the ointment had numbed him just enough so that he fought it. As her eyes flickered, he raised her legs, shoved them back to her tits and without removing his prick from her asshole, he forced her to turn over and come up on her knees. He looked down at her beautiful young ass-cheeks and took hold of her lush hips as she gathered a pillow to her face and hugged it to her. “Fuck … fuck me, Daddy…” she said in a little girl’s voice. ‘Fuck me in my ass and make me come again” Paul began thrusting and as he did, he reached beneath her and found her pussy hot and wet. He slipped a finger in, and as she began wiggling her ass against him; he felt his own juices rising. He knew he would never be able to hold off long enough to give her a second come, but he tried.
As he buried his prick in her ass time and time again, hee heard her crying softly and though the words were barely audible; he understood that she was about to come spin.
Paul slammed into her asshole and stopped. Trish quivered as she felt him turn her body again and raise her legs until she was lying on her back. Then Paul locked her legs around his waist, reached to the small of her back and sat her upright on his prick. As she slipped her arms about his neck and he sat back on his haunches, Trish looked into his eyes with something akin to wonder. She crushed her mouth to his then, as he released his hold on her and she sank down on his prick all the way, burying it to the hilt in her asshole.
“God, you’re beautiful!” she told him huskily as he massaged the taut cheeks of her ass. He kissed her, sucked her tongue into his mouth and as she began a slow grinding motion with her hips, he hissed into her mouth. “Yes… yes, baby, nice and slow…do it slow for your daddy. Push down hard and make me…
I’m almost there, baby… fuck… oh, Jesus, fuck!”
Trish held onto his neck tightly and raised herself up a bit, then thrust her body downward again. Paul felt himself coming. As he sensed the first contraction was about to close on him, he lifted the girl up and as his prick slipped out of her tightly clasping asshole, he shoved it between their bodies and against her wide-spread cunt-lips.
Trish felt the hot cock slide out of her ass with an obscene popping sound, then she felt it buried in the folds of her pussy to lie against her sweaty belly. She hugged Paul to her and ground her hips against him as he gasped for breath and his prick erupted to spew the hot globe of sticky white sperm between their grinding bodies. Trish felt the first spurt as it splashed against her belly and she, too, spasmed as his throbbing prick rubbed against her tortured clit.
“Ohhhhh…“ she moaned, “God, yes. shoot it all over me… Come all over my body! Fuck me, daddy! FUCK ME!”
Paul’s prick jerked time and time again. As the aim spurted between their lewdly grinding bellies, he gasped for breath as the girl in has arms stiffened and her legs locked tightly around his waist.
Trish fought for breath as she felt his prick twitch and jerk a last time. Then she became aware of the sticky cum running down her body, matting in her pussy hairs and the hair of Paul’s stomach. She shuddered as her own orgasms passed and was reluctant to let him go. She found his mouth with hers, and as they kissed, she told him, “You… you are the moot complete man I’ve ever known!”
Paul drew in breath and kissed the tip of her nose as he replied, “Tell me that in ten years, young lady, and I’ll feel as though I’ve accomplished something!”
They both laughed lightly and Paul released his hold on her and allowed her to slide back on the bed. He lay beside her and rubbed in the sticky cum that covered her belly: Finally, he raised up on one elbow and glanced at the clock.
“Oh oh-we’re on overtime. I told my secretary we’d be back in two hours. I’m late!”
Trish raised up and followed his gaze. She laughed lightly and pulled him down to her. “That’s nothing. I’m not only going to miss my chemistry class and the test-but I’m going to miss biology as well!”
Paul laughed with her. “Suppose your teacher would consider this a field trip?”
She found his mouth with hers and whispered, “Fuck my teacher. If we can shower: I’d like to feel that beautiful prick of yours in my cunt!”
Paul sighed. “Hey, I’m not a schoolboy, you know. I’m middle-aged-or hadn’t you noticed?”
Trish stroked his prick gently and felt him wince. “No-as a matter of fact, I hadn’t noticed at all!”
And they both laughed.
Tim had listened to Craig’s nearly unbelievable story about his mom sucking his prick and him coming in her mouth, then her actually taking him to bed and letting him fuck her. But knowing Craig as he did, he was inclined to believe him. Then Craig had listened patiently as Tim related his own sexual adventure with his sister the night before in the basement-playroom of their home.
“And she wants to know if she can watch some of the movies with us Saturday night.”
“Wow!” Craig exclaimed. “That would be neat!” Then, he furrowed bin brow and added, “That is, if Mom will let me take them out. I asked her about them this morning and she said we could watch them together. I wouldn’t want to make her sore…“ He blushed a bit and averted his eyes. “And… and I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone about what we did… He looked apprehensively at his, friend. “You won’t tell, will you, Tim?”
Tim looked at him for a long minute, then smiled. “No-but I’ve got an idea how we can all look at the pictures. You, me, your mom and Judy, too. Do you trust me, Craig?”
Craig didn’t know. He had promised, but if Tim felt it was safe to try to work something out… “I don’tknow… I really don’t.”
“Just trust me. I won’t get us in any trouble, Craig. I promise…“ Tim smiled knowingly, the thought of seeing Craig’s beautiful mother naked foremost in his mind. “And if things work out… you are gonna love it!”
Valerie lay back in the deep tub and soaked her aching limbs. She had stayed at Beth’s house well past noon and their love-making had progressed from the basement to Beth’s bedroom upstairs where they fucked each other with a huge, lifelike dildo Beth kept locked in a large cedar chest in the main closet. Val had seen the stacks of film cans in the chest and her curiosity was piqued when Beth had told her that they’d all view them together sometime soon. Naturally, Val assumed that Beth hail meant their husbands, too, but the subject had been dropped when Beth produced the huge rubber cock and led her to the bed.
Now, Val relaxed; her body was satiated and her mind at ease. If only she could get to the bottom of Jim’s problem, their lives might return to normal and she laughed lightly at the thought. What the bell was “normal” nowadays?