And it was the right thing to say. I had rolled half atop Daddy, my knockers reaching down to touch at his side and his chest as I felt his prick with my free hand, and I felt it begin to come alive in my grasp. There is nothing better than the feel of a swelling prick. And in my other hand I could feel the rising of Ken's cock. The suggestion had brought them both to life.
"You can get your pussy from behind," I told Daddy, giving his cock one last squeeze and letting my fingers rub him hard across his hairy balls before I forced my way in between the legs of Jodi and her father. I got into a kneeling position, ready to blow him, and I used both hands to spread his legs wide. Plenty of room, that was what I needed.
"What about me?" Jodi asked, sliding into a sitting position with her back against the headboard of the bed, her long, slender legs spread wide, her pussy showing the slight gleam of come. The girl had absolutely no imagination. I grinned at my father, who was now standing beside the bed, his cock hard and ready, and I grinned at Ken, whose prick stood upright in the cradle of my hands, and then I grinned at her. "Daddy has a tongue, sweetheart," I told her. "So let him use it. That's what tongues are for."
And then I bent down to blow her father's cock. As far as I was concerned, Jodi could take care of herself. She was a raunchy little bitch, one of the hottest I had ever known, and I had no doubt that she would. Me, I had my own fucking to worry about.
"Lift your ass a little higher, Nora," I heard my father say as I eyed the stiff rod of Ken's prick. His hands slid off the back of my legs, stopping when they reached my upraised buttocks, and I could feel him urging me higher. As if I needed urging. I was hot as a firecracker — and getting hotter.
As I slowly bent and touched my lips to the rounded red head of Ken's prick, giving it the gentlest of kisses, I could feel the hand of my father rubbing upward between my legs, stroking the cleft between my buttocks, stroking the hairy bush of my cunt. My cunt was still juicy from the fucking he had given me earlier, and the lips parted easily and eagerly as he forced his fingers inside me.
With a wiggle of my ass, a parting of my legs, and a deep breath, I prepared myself for a fucking from both ends. I heard the sound of Jodi moving about on the bed, but I ignored it.
Holding the hardened shaft of Ken's cock in my fingers, I let my tongue swirl slowly around the head, licking away the sticky come which covered it. A squeeze of my fingers brought a silvery drop of come through the little opening in the center of the head, and I lapped it away with my tongue. It was warm and almost tasteless.
Daddy's hand moved away from my cunt, reached beneath me to grip my belly, and I prepared myself for the thrust of his cock. It came with an almost agonizing slowness, as if in a dream. First, there was the tantalizing touch of the knoblike head as it gently parted the lips of my pussy; then my cunt had completely enveloped the head. It seemed to rest there for a delicious eternity, just inside the portals of my cunt, and then it slid fully in with a slow stroke that was so provocative that I wanted to scream. Instead, I passed the pleasure on to Jodi's father.
He had settled both hands on the back of my head as I licked at the knobby head of his cock, and now, as I opened my lips and completely covered that head, still flicking it with my tongue, I could feel him pressing at the back of my head with urgency. I was between his open legs, legs that lifted and fell as I sucked at his cock, and my hair fell down to touch his stomach.
The cheeks of my ass were suddenly touched by the bristly hair of my father's groin, my cunt was stretched wide around the thick shaft of his prick, and I felt as if I had one great cock running through the full length of my body. It was as though one great length of cock had been thrust into my cunt and pushed, pushed, pushed until it found an exit at my mouth. Wonderful. I loved them both.
I opened my lips into a wide oval, sliding them far down on the slippery stalk of Ken's prick and, at the same time, I tried to flex the inner walls of my cunt around the cock that had settled into a steady pumping motion behind me. I was getting a good one.
As it slipped smoothly in and out of my gash, keeping a constant pressure against my clit, I could feel a pulsing from within me, the throbbing of my blood as it raced through my veins. I bobbed my head over the cock that filled my mouth, trying to match my motions to the pumping of Daddy's hips. He gave a great lunge that stopped me.
His cock was suddenly pushed so deep inside me that I lifted my head as though to scream my pleasure for all to hear — and I saw that Jodi had followed my suggestion.
Not until I looked up had I even realized that Ken's hands had left the back of my head. In my horniness I had lost all awareness of everything but the cock that was moving inside me, stoking my fires, and the cock over which I knelt. Now, for the first time, I saw that Ken had found something else to occupy his hands.
His daughter was on her knees, with one leg on each side of his face, her back to me, and she had lowered her cunt down onto his face. He had one hand on each cheek of her ass, guiding her movements as he licked at her cunt. His hands looked very brown against the untanned flesh of her butt, and I could hear her purring as he ate her pussy. Her arms were high above her head, her hands braced against the wall above the bed, and her hips were moving back and forth above his face, which was raised high between her thighs. I found myself wishing I could watch his tongue as it sliced its way through her slit. But a girl can't have everything and I had plenty to keep me happy. More than plenty.
As I returned eagerly to the sucking of Ken's cock — relishing the taste of it — I felt Daddy strain' hard against me from behind. His prick was all the way in, and he used the hand that held my belly to draw my ass tighter against him. The hard muscles of his thighs were pressed against the backs of my legs; my buttocks tingled to the touch of the kinky hair above his cock. He began to pound at me with furious strokes of his cock. The flame inside me grew hotter.
And so did the cock I was sucking. As I held the head of it in my mouth, letting my fingers play up and down the swollen rod, sliding the outer skin, jacking him off into my mouth, Ken's hips began pumping up and down. I stroked the soft blonde hair of his balls with the fingers of my other hand, making him move faster and faster, and I could feel my cheeks sink inward as I sucked on his prick as if it were a straw in a soda.
"Lick me on the button! On the button of my cunt!" Jodi cried. The bed seemed to rock as she — or someone — squirmed frantically. And then the bed and the whole world seemed to tilt as my cunt flexed, tightened, released, tightened, and quivered as I began to come…
"Faster! Do it faster!" someone pleaded, and in the heat of orgasm I was too hot to recognize the voice. My fingers raced up and down the length of the throbbing cock they held. But no faster than the driving of the cock Daddy was giving me from behind. I rotated my ass in slow circles, trying to make it better — and found that I was trying the impossible.
You can get no better fucking than he was giving me — not from a boy, not from a man, not from anyone. Already, I had gone — and still my cunt flashed hot and cold. I felt — no, I knew! — that I could fuck all night. Nothing is better than Daddy's fuck.
I felt Ken grope beneath me with his hand until he found the sphere of my tit, and the pull he gave my nipple was a warning that he was ready to come. And I was ready, too.
With flying fingers I beat him off, my mouth still ovaled tight around the head of his prick, sucking. My tongue licked at him. My mind seemed to blur…
And then he came.
The come gushed hot and thick into my mouth at exactly the moment when I felt him grasp the back of my head, felt his hips lift and jerk in a quick spasm, and I thought I was going to drawn in his sticky semen. It filled my mouth, flowing out at each corner of my lips and sliding down my chin in a warm rivulet, and it seeped down my throat, thick and pasty. I pulled away from his cock, gagging, and a second stream of it shot up to hit me in the face. My lips opened, on instinct alone, and the come I hadn't swallowed spewed out and onto the blond curls of his cock-hair. A thin stream of it hung suspended from my lower lip. I brushed it away, released his cock, and looked over my shoulder at Daddy. A red mist seemed to separate us.
"Put it to me from the front. I want to… to kiss you… to see you… while we fuck," I pleaded, barely able to say the words. I somehow freed myself from his grip — damned hard to do, considering how good it felt — and rolled onto my back. He joined me at once.
"My little baby girl, all grown up," he said, moving between my legs. I felt his cock touch the inside of my thigh. Then it was inside me again. He kissed me on the lips, then looked down at me.
"A full-grown woman, Nora, that's what you are." His prick began to move inside me. He had a hand on my tit, fondling it, and his expression was dazed. "A big-titted woman. A woman made to fuck, and that's my kind of woman." His voice sounded strange, but his words were making me hot.
"I'm also a woman who loves it," I said, lifting my legs high and wrapping them around his body. I slipped my hands behind his neck and pulled his face down to mine. As I used my tongue to part his lips, I slowly gyrated my hips beneath him, letting my own body set the pace of our fucking. I wanted him to last as long as possible.
He sucked my tongue deep into his mouth, let me draw it back, and then forced his own tongue between my lips. His hands moved over my tits, lingering at the nipples, moved over my sides, beneath my ass… touching me… touching me. And all the while his prick moved smoothly in the clinging sheath of my pussy.
Fuuuuuuckinnng!
Daddy slipped one hand beneath my thigh, lifting my leg and bending it at the knee. He raised it so high that it touched my breast, and I could feel the slash of my cunt tighten around his stroking cock. The new position enabled him to reach my tit with his mouth, and I held the back of his head as he sucked my nipple between his lips. The sensation was so unbearably exquisite that I found myself digging my teeth into my lower lip, clawing at his neck with my nails.
Jodi moaned somewhere beside us on the bed. Through lidded eyes I saw that she had somehow put the lead back in Ken's pencil — which would be his third time tonight — and she was mounting him from the top. No wonder she was such a hot-pants little broad, I thought. It must run in the family. A deep stab of Daddy's prick drew my attention back where it belonged.
He was stroking faster now, thrusting so deep that I could feel his hairy balls swinging in to slap against the tender undersides of my ass, just below my upraised cunt, and I moved my pelvis faster.
His lips worked my rigid nipple with exactly the same speed that his cock was pounding in and out of my cunt, and his breathing came faster and faster, louder and louder. Or was it the sound of my own breath I was hearing? I couldn't say.
As I felt myself starting to come, bubbling like champagne, I wrapped my legs high around his body and squeezed with all my strength, lifting my cunt to meet him.
We strained against each other, groin to groin, and I heard him gasp for breath as he released himself inside me. It felt warm and fluid. It felt like it would go on forever — and it felt wonderful.
He fell into my arms, just resting there, his cock still inside me, unmoving now, and I wished he could stay there forever. I felt his prick go soft and small inside me, its hardness leaving, and I felt a trickle of come seep from the bottom of my cunt. Then he pulled himself free, kissed me, and rolled onto his back beside me. He looked exhausted.
Ken and Jodi were finished. She lay facedown, her cheek resting against the chest of her father, her arm across his stomach, and I could tell by her breathing that she was asleep. Ken held her with one arm thrown lightly across her small shoulders, and he was looking down at her with a curious expression on his face. I looked at Daddy. He had the same expression on his face. I wondered if they felt guilty.
It was something to think about. None of us had expected it to go this way; at least I hadn't. Not really. I had intended to get my balling from Ken. Daddy was to have been with Jodi. That was the way we had planned it. That wasn't the way it had worked.
We met them — Ken and Jodi, that is — at a special gathering of The Sexual Freedom Front. That's just a fancy name for a swap club. Mama and Daddy have been members for five years, maybe longer, and this gathering was strictly a social one, no swapping or anything, supposedly held so the members could get to know each other's brats. Dinner and all that crap. Real discreet. Mama wouldn't have gone for anything else.
Sexual freedom, my ass! When it came to sexual freedom, my mother had a definition all her own. She wanted it for herself — and to hell with everybody else. She had always done her best to keep me from knowing about the swapping that went on around our house — and if she was so sold on sexual freedom, why would she be ashamed of it?
But I had known about it since I was a snotty nosed little kid, and it hadn't really interested me until I learned — in the back seat of a car — what fucking was all about. Then I took a real interest.
Like sneaking home a few times to watch through a bedroom window — they always pawned me off on friends on party nights — and listening with new interest to the things Mama would say on the nights they were going elsewhere for their fucking. "Don't you go down on anyone, George," I had heard her say one time. "If you do that, I swear I'll quit." And she had stopped talking when she saw me. Yes, Mama had her own definition of freedom. She really did.
It was different with Daddy. I could always talk with him — about anything. He knew I was no starry-eyed virgin. He had fixed it with our doctor so I could get the pill. And when I told him I knew about the swapping, he had explained it to me. It wasn't that he didn't love my mother, he said, it was simply that they were a mature, sophisticated couple who could accept the fact that sex was something to be enjoyed, not something to be regulated. I agreed, of course.
We had talked about it a lot — swapping, I mean — without getting dirty about it, and it seemed to please him that I accepted it the way I did. I think he had expected I would feel hurt, or something.
So when they received the invitation to the family get-together, to be held at the home of a couple who were members of the group, he had argued that I should go, that I would soon be a woman, that nothing wrong was going to happen, that I already knew about the club, and that I was reaching the age where I would soon have to decide about sex for myself. And so we went.
At first, the whole thing struck me as pretty dull. The dinner was held on the patio of a rambling brick house near the beach, and about twenty couples were there. Talking, drinking, just mingling. And then I met Ken — and the party came to life.
I was standing beside the long table they had set up as a buffet when I saw him. And I reacted at once. That happens sometimes — you get the hots the moment you see a man. Well, I got them that night.