Ernie stared through the one-way glass at the unfolding scene of lust and lechery in the next room.
His eyes were locked on his daughter's fine young ass as she wriggled under Burns' touch on her clit, his breath rasped shallowly as his daughter played her hand over Burns' short, stubby cock, his hands opened and closed as his daughter took Burns' dick between her luscious lips.
And Frank noted his fathers reaction.
Ernie's eyes kept flicking from Suzanne's mouth swallowing the intended victim's penis to her asshole, exposed with each bobbing movement of her upper body as she bent to take the dick in, to the chrome pint flask in his hand. It was open and he turned from the scene in the next mom only long enough to take deep gulps of the fiery liquor.
And Frank noted it.
Ernie had one hand deep in his pants pocket, his fingers massaging his big prick through the fabric, unconsciously supplementing with his own touch the excitement he felt.
What had happened to his father? The question suddenly came into Frank's mind and the answers disturbed him-because he knew that in his father, he was seeing himself a few years hence. It was a sight that he hadn't contemplated, but he knew that it was precisely the unavoidable consequences of the heritage he'd so willingly worked for.
Part of Frank's reconsideration was due to finding a girl-hell he thought, hardly more than a kid!-who could handle all nine inches of his cock. Frank was over-sexed, and he knew it and had feared that only his sisters-and they only under duress-could accept it.
But now…
Suddenly, he felt a pang of loss. Seeing his father, he wondered what happened to the kind, gentle, warm man who had so unselfishly given of his time and self to be with his kids.
The shock of his mother's death, Frank knew, had done it. He hadn't realized it then, but the loss of his wife shook Ernie's wind to its foundations.
And Frank knew that his sister's plan was the best thing for all of them. He was sorry that he'd had to be beaten over the head with threat of jail to make him reconsider his position, but he was glad now that he had been. She was right, and Nickie was a brave girl to go through with the first part of it.
Frank determined to make the plan a success, for his own sake, for his sisters' sakes, and for his father's sake.
"Cripes, look at her suck, willya?" Ernie mumbled, half drunkenly.
Frank looked automatically and felt his own huge prick stirring, swelling. He wondered, briefly, if Suzanne could swallow all of his own dick as easily as she seemed to have swallowed Burns'-or as hungrily. She seemed to be getting off on it; from the way her hips shook from time to time.
When he heard the doorknob, turn, Frank restrained himself from turning. He knew that it was Nickie, getting ready for her part in the drama.
Carefully, Frank snapped the mirror across the lense and changed the focus of the camera. His father didn't notice.
Everything was ready, he knew, and at any momentThe door swung open and Nickie stumbled in, falling to one knee. She looked around, feigning surprise and bewilderment at what she saw and opened her mouth.
But Ernie had already leaped to her, clamped one hand around her mouth and the other around her waist, pulling her lightly back against him. "Well, well, well," he said softly. "What have we here? A prowler-or a stroke of good luck?"
Nickie let him feel the taut unfettered swells of her ass against his cock and was vaguely surprised-and pleased-to find it hard and swollen.
Ernie was half loaded-but not that drunk. He felt it and pressed her all the harder against him, savoring the feel. His hand moved from her waist down inside her shorts-and he was delighted to find her naked beneath.
"Oho!" he said, grinning evilly as he let his fingers find their way to entrance of her little cunt. He jammed one thick digit rudely inside-and found, to his surprise as well as when, that she was moist and wet underneath.
Nickie moaned, her twat clutching his invading finger. She suddenly realized that she was looking forward to her part in the plan, looking forward to having her Uncle's big dick crammed into her, looking forward to having Frank watch and film the whole thing.
Ernie felt the movement of her cuntal muscles on his finger and his grin widened. Chuckling deep in his throat, he freed her mouth and began opening the fastener on her halter top.
The top came loose, and the elastic tension released. It fell away from her, exposing her heaving breasts and stiff nipples. Ernie waned no time in letting his hands feast on her firm young flesh, wandering and exploring, squeezing and grasping the smooth young mounds.
"Look at the tits on her, Frankie boy, just look at her nice little boobs. Pretty nice, aren't they?" He chuckled, a bit louder this time, as he crammed another finger into Nickie's receptive muff.
The sweet young girl gave her passions full rein over her actions. She ground her hips, closing her legs to lock his hand against her pubis, his fingers inside her.
"You just keep filming, Frankie boy and let your old man take care of this little fluff here. Age before beauty, you know. Heheheheh!"
Nickie could only moan softly, hungrily. His fingers in her twat, moving and wriggling, only made her more aware of what she really wanted.
She wanted cock, hard, throbbing, purplish cock, cock that was ready to come, to explode inside her, to fill her hot little cunt and womb with burning jissum. She wanted to feel a man, a big man, piling into her, wanted to feel a prick driving into her gash, pushing through the entrance of her womb and unloading there.
She jerked her hips as Ernie's thumb pressed over her clit, touching and prodding the love bud roughly-but to fierce effect on her fiery emotions.
Ernie took his hand from her sweet young tits and brought it down over her abdomen to unfasten the waist of her shorts and pull the zipper down.
Frank, breathing shallowly, could only observe the scene through the viewfinder of the camera and feel his own dick pulsating with the suddenly tight confines of his trousers, yearning for stimulation.
Ernie pushed the shorts down over Nickie's ass and she wriggled to make them fall the rest of the way to puddle about her slender ankles. She was naked, and she could feel the harsh fabric of her uncle's trousers rubbing against the bare flesh of her ass.
Ernie pushed her away from him and opened his pants, then spun her before him. "Pull ‘em down over my ankles, slut child," he growled.
Nickie, willing, complied and without further instructions also pulled down his underwear. The huge dick, freed, sprang out at stiff attention.
Without another word, Nickie sank slowly to her knees. She reached up both hands and grasped the turgid member, caressing it and rubbing it until Nickie could feel the need for release growing in her uncle's throbbing weapon.
She knelt up straight, mouth open and head tilted back and let the big, angry glans feed into her waiting mouth. Nickie closed her lips behind it, moving them on the shaft. Inside, her tongue was going ape on him, teasing and twirling all about the huge rod.
Ernie's erection was so huge that it seemed almost to fill her mouth with the head-but Nickie wanted more. She pulled it towards her with her hands about the base till two inches of the shaft were inside her lips as well and the enormous knob was pressing ‘against the back of her throat.
She started to gag and began to pull away from it-but Ernie grabbed her hair roughly in one hand and thrust his hips at her.
Nickie thought she'd strangle as the great ram pushed into her throat. Her throat was working convulsively on Ernie's dick-and he loved every movement of the muscles coating his penis.
Nickie, left no alternative, managed somehow to draw in breath through her nose and knew that Ernie wouldn't keep it in her throat much longer. He wanted to come in her cunt-or more likely, her ass. She was eager to have him cram her twat and knew that the sooner he was aroused to the brink of coming, the sooner he'd pull out of her mouth and jam it in her vagina.
And she wanted that-wanted it so badly she could taste it! Literally!
Farther and farther that raging cock slipped into her, the pulsating head probing into Nickie's throat until she thought it would reach into her stomach. She found it easier and easier to breath around the invader-even as Ernie's balls slapped against her chin.
She had every inch of that swollen meat pole in her mouth and throat!
Frank couldn't believe his eyes-but his cock did. His balls ached with desire to be in a warm, tight, moist place-like Nickie's mouth, or her ass, or her cunt-anything!
But he stayed at his post, the camera turning silently over even as his father slowly pulled the huge, saliva-wet prick out of Nickie's clutching throat.
When his prick sprang free, he started to lower himself to the floor near he; hands moving to her sweet, firm ass.
But he slipped.
Ernie lost his balance and fell the last foot and a half to the floor, one leg lashing out and kicking over a pile of unexposed film. The film, in the heavy metal containers, fell to the floor with an audible thud.
Frank grimaced; he'd happened to have had his eyes on the bald old lecher and his sister in the next room. Burns had heard the noise, but hadn't done anything about it-yet.
Ernie, though, was again lost in the wonder of Nickie's responsive young body. She was alive with lust, with sensation, with the desires coursing through her veins. Ernie let himself lie back, prone, on the floor and Nickie began licking and sucking his stiff cock. It stood up from the pubic bush around his groin like a throbbing tree shaken by regular gusts of wind.
She started at the base, licking round and round, her pink tongue flickering out to lave all about the juncture of prick to abdomen. Slowly, eagerly, she worked her way up, each and every darting strike of her serpent-like mouth muscle sending new quivers of excitement through her uncle.
Ernie, barely in control of his actions, reached out with both powerful hands and lifted Nickie bodily, so that her girlish hips were settling down over his greedy mouth and tongue as his cock prodded at the waiting opening between her own lips.
Frank thought he'd go out of his skull with lust. He looked to one side and saw his youngest sister swallowing all of Burns' stubby prick while in the same room with him, his beautiful young cousin was devouring, literally feasting on his fathers big dong.
And from his perspective, Frank had a box seat of his old man eating out Nickie's succulent cunt like seen a cunt eaten out before.
Ernie's tongue was moving so fast it was barely more than a blur to Frank's eyes as it shot out and back over her cunt, her clit, her labia, up the little furrow to her tiny little asshole, then back down.
And from the way the saucy molded mounds of Nickie's ass were clenching and unclenching, she was enjoying it-and then some.
Frank took a step to one side for a better view of his dad's dick sliding completely into Nickie's gaping mouth-and kicked over a pile of empty cans that had once contained film. They clanged and crashed against each other as they fell.
Frank spun and stared out through the one-way glass. Suzanne was moving even faster than before and judging by the expression on Burns' face, he was pretty well agitated.
With a quick glance into the viewfinder of the softly whirring camera to confirm that it was still recording the lugubrious scene in the spy room in all its detail-and in living color-Frank bent to pick up the cans and get them out of the way before another commotion took place.
And promptly dropped an armful.
Quickly, he whirled to look through the one-way glass.
Burns was pushing Suzanne's head away, staring frantically about.
That tore it.
Frank was fast. He cranked the lid of the glass closed, reached up over head and pulled the long curtain that divided the room in half shut along its ceiling track. He'd never known, when he'd installed that curtain as a protection against hallway light streaming in through an unexpectedly open door to the developing section of the room behind the camera, that it would ever have such life-saving use.
He'd just poked the black snout of the camera through the black curtain when the hall door opened and Burns stepped in, outrage on his face.
But then he saw them…
Without another word, but grinning like a death's head, Burns dropped his pants, walked around the writhing pair on the floor once, and then got to his knees behind Nickie.
His balls dangling over Ernie's furiously licking mouth, Burns eased the head of rigid cock forward until it was between the lips of Nickie's sweat shiny cunt.
Nickie, feeling the hard cock there, not knowing or caring whose it was, damped down tight on her uncle's raging dick and sucked for all she was worth.
Burns grabbed her hips and heaved-burying all six and a half inches of his thick rod in Nickie's palpitating prick slot.
Nickie gasped and slammed her hips back and up against Burns, gyrating them, screwing them against him.
Ernie, his tongue deprived of her quim, lay back and let the sensations of her incredible suck job roll through him. It had been a long time since a woman had swallowed his big cock completely-and that had been his sister Jeanette.
Who, coincidentally, was Nickie's mother.
Frank, inflamed with what he was seeing, undid his pants and dropped them, slipping his hand down inside his briefs to fish out his own huge penis. Almost without thought, he curled one hand around and began moving it up and down over the long shaft, jerking off unconsciously.
Nickie, meantime, was being washed by the waves of an orgasm, the shuddering jerks of her hips ratcheting back and forth on Burns' dick like a reciprocating rod.
Ernie lifted her hips with his bands as she came dawn from her first peak. Without choice? Burns let his cock snap out of her hot twat as the lascivious young woman-child did a one-eighty turn, crouched-and then settled down with Ernie's tremendous cock impaling her.
She felt that rockhard prick stem sliding deeper and deeper into her, felt the throbbing glans press against and then through her cervix, felt the bony ring at the base of his penis pressed against her straining clitoris…
… and promptly went into the throes of still another orgasm. Her hands went to Ernie's chest, balancing her, while her hips jabbed up and down like a smooth machine in high gear.
Burns came up on his feet, entranced by what he was seeing, enthralled by the bobbing of Nickie's firm young breasts as she moved, incited by the rippling of her smooth stomach muscles as the orgasm crashed through her.
He stepped forward, straddling Ernie's chest. Nickie, sensing his nearness, opened her eyes to see his blunt, thick cock pointed right at her mouth. Opening her jaws wider, she bent forward, her head tilted back and greedily swallowed Burns' prick deeper, deeper, deeper… right to hairs.
She had two men in her at once-and she loved it. Burns' penis throbbed and jerked in her mouth and throat while her Uncle's big boner swelled and pulsed in her cunt. She felt as if she was going to lose her mind.
But then Ernie began moving beneath her, thrusting his hips up at her, pounding his dick deeper into her, harder. She began to grunt with the sensations exploding between her slender, childish hips. Her arms became weak and she started to slip forward on her uncle.
Burns had no choice. Again, he had to pull his cock away from the mysterious and delightful young woman.
But as one of her orifices was denied him, another presented itself. His eyes fastened on that lithe, firm young ass, the round, pert buttocks thing and falling, spreading and closing as she rode Ernie's cock like a horsewoman.
Buns moved towards it…
Frank groaned. He knew that the sound might be heard on the other side of the curtain, but he no longer cared. He wanted a mouth or a cunt or an ass wrapped around his painfully throbbing dick and he wanted it soon.
Burns dropped to his knees and crawled forward over Nickie's bucking back. He saw the fat worm of Ernie's penis being absorbed and relinquished by her busily clutching cunt, the vulnerable young lips stretched mightily to accept it as her ass worked up and down.
Her back was shiny with perspiration, a gleam that extended all the way down to the furrow between her glorious little ass cheeks and the puckered ring of her anus.
Burns spit on his hand and rubbed it over his already saliva and secretion-coated dick, then took it in his fingers and placed the head of it against Nickie's asshole.
She felt the new intrusion against her-and was excited by the idea. She spread her legs still wider, pushing her ass up at Burns.
That was the last straw. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he jabbed down. His cock, rigid as it was, bent under his pressure and the resistance of her sphincter.
But then…
She could feel it, yes, she could feel the terrible stretching her little virgin asshole was being called on to take-but she wanted to feel that second dick in her. Nickie bit her lip and strained upward, at the same trying to relax those powerful muscles at the entrance of her nether channel.
The head went in. With a loud scream of anguish, Nickie cried out her agony at the penetration.
But it felt wonderful, that pain, all the same. She was being used by two men at once, used and abused most wonderfully. Burns kept pressing his thick dick into her, the broad stump of his penis driving between the incredibly hot, tight walls of her ass.
And she could feel her uncle's monstrous prick fucking in and out of her, the powerful surges of his loins driving that mammoth prickhead through her cervix, into her womb, and then pulling it half-way out again.
But best of all, she could feel the two cooks rubbing against each other through the single, thin membrane separating her ass and her vagina. She was stuffed fore and aft and Nickie had never known anything even remotely like the exquisite, excruciating ecstasy of it.
She was a sex machine, a hall-demented sex machine, a human sandwich pressed between two horny older men who craved just such hot, hungry female flesh. All she wanted was to come, to come hard and fast and without ceasing, to feel their luck flooding into her, filling her until it washed out again.
Through the open door of the hallway slipped Suzanne. Intrigued by the like of further noise from the spy room-especially since she'd expected at any moment to bear large shouts and fighting-she'd stood, naked and still aroused, in the hail watching the way the two men were using the lovely young woman.
But where was-she spotted the dark snout of the camera amid the folds of the curtain and stepped around the entwined, trio on the floor. They never noticed her and she wasn't in the least surprised by that.
Slipping through the curtain, she surprised Frank-who was in the middle of jerking off with one hand and controlling the camera with the other.
Suzanne just stood there, staring at his enormous dick and the hand moving up and down over it while Frank just stood there and watched her licking her lips and her nipples stiffening.
Without a word, Suzanne dropped to her knees before the huge erection, leaned forward, bent her head back, opened her mouth and… swallowed.
First the gigantic head, filling her mouth straining it. She pressed upward, opening wider, breathing deeply through her nose.
Then the shaft began sliding between her lips while the great knob pressed at the back of her throat, catching for a brief moment-and then slipped into her throat.
Her lips closed on the hard shaft and tightened on it, her tongue laying and caressing the stiff rod of flesh as ever more of it pressed into her mouth. His meat was slightly wider at the base than in the shaft just behind the head, and the more of it that went into her mouth, the wider she had to open her jaws.
All but two inches of that giant dick were en-sheathed in her mouth and throat when he stopped. He was afraid of really hurting her.
But he didn't know his sister's voracious appetite for cock.
Suzanne's hands came up and gripped Frank's muscular ass, her nails digging in. She pulled him toward her, forced him to drive the last two inches of that freakish penis into her mouth.
Frank thought he was going to die from the sensation. Every last fraction of an inch of his dick was buried in her hungry mouth, completely encased in her convulsing throat. He could feel her lips moving against his big balls, and knew it was only moments before he emptied his load into her lovely throat.
He groaned, ground his hips down against her, the seed boiling in him, yearning to be released, to be uncorked, even as he saw Suzanne's hips moving back and forth as if a cock were buried between the lower lips rather than those of her mouth.
Ernie felt the tube running from his balls to his cock tighten and fill with hot come. He knew that it was a moment before he unloaded up into Nickie's cunt.
Burns, meantime, was growling and grinding his teeth like an animal in rage. His legs and hips shook, vibrated, as Nickie's incredibly tight nether channel clutched and grasped his hard, thick penis.
But Nickie-Nickie was like a mad woman, like a bitch in heat, like a nymphomaniac on the verge of satisfaction for the first time in her life. She jerked and jumped, the lust-driven power of her heaves so great that both men were rocked by her every jolt.
She squeezed and ground her inner muscles on both rigid dicks locked inside her, determined that neither would escape until they'd inundated her with their hot come.
She mewled deep in her throat, like a cat pinned by an alley tom, feeling the two cocks rub against one another, running in and out of her tight channels, stretching both, piercing her in both entrances, probing deep into her innards.
And finally, she began to come.
"Oh," she moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, I-I'm going to-I'm-I'm coominggg!" she screamed, rocking the walls of the mom with her shriek of ecstasy, the words rising, whining upward in volume, tone and pitch until they were incoherent and she was crying out like a siren's wail.
Her cuntal muscles damped down on Ernie's great cock, tightening around with incredible strength. Nothing, not even Lisa's ass, had ever been so light and clinging and responsive as Nickie's young cunt. He felt his balls jerk in their sack, big hips thrusting upward without his conscious direction. He felt the seed boiling through him, rocketing upward along the long trail of his cock Ernie arched, lifting the orgasmic young body of his niece as well as the tense, taut form of Burns with the amazing strength of his own rush, and began firing his load into her.
Nickie felt her uncle's giant dick spasming in her, felt the great, gushing loads of come firing home within her-and was promptly shot even higher in her own coming. It was as if his come was gasoline, inflaming and igniting on contact with the cloying walls of her cuntal tunnel. She went stiff, as if caught in a cataleptic seizure, her entire awareness centered about the prick in her quim and the cock in her ass.
Burns felt Ernie's penis swelling and jerking through the thin membrane separating his own dick from Ernie's huge rod, felt the movements of Nickie's hips as they jerked and grasped at his own weapon, trapped as it was in her anus.
Her sphincter lightened on his prick, like a noose drawing dosed, even as she writhed beneath him. Burns felt the come explode in his dick and was abruptly caught up in the throes of his own long delayed orgasm. He shot in long, smooth spurts rather than short gushes, spurts that seemed to send steady streams of jissum burning into Nickie's intestines.
Nickie thought she'd pass out from the feel of the two penises emptying into her. Her cunt and womb, her ass and bowels were being filled with come, were awash with it, and even as she felt Ernie slowing his jolts beneath her, she went into the throes of her most intense orgasm yet.
Her arms flung straight out to each side, her hips battering downward against Ernie's and upwards against Burns' with painful, audible force, she drew a long shuddering breath and made a sound that started out like a throat being cleared and rose to a piercing shriek of response to a pleasure so intense that it verged on deadly pain.
Like one possessed, Nickie wriggled and Writhed, squirmed between the two men, sinuous and slinky as a snake trying to wiggle free, the two cocks, both limpening and dribbling the last of their loads into her, still trapped, locked within her pathways as if she would never free them.
On the other side of the curtain, Frank heard the screams, the wails, the groans, the grunts, the slurping, slapping, wet, sloppy sounds of orgasm. Reaching out with one hand, he pulled the curtain back and stared at the incredible tableau presented by the two men and the young girl.
She was stuffed vaginally and anally, fore and aft, being used in a way Frank had only seen done in movies-and even then had thought was the product of trick photography.
But what he saw before him, he knew, was the product of unbelievable lust and lechery, of an insatiable need for satisfaction by a beautiful girl-child and a demand for pleasure by two old men.
The sight made the seed in his balls reaching the boiling point at last. His hips jerked, tensed, and Suzanne, feeling his gargantuan cock throbbing all the way to the roots in her throat and mouth, reached up and grabbed his hips with both hands, holding kin, lightly against her, refusing to let him escape, demanding, demanding-and getting his viscous, hot come. He shuddered, hips jerking against her mouth with what would have been painful force if she hadn't been so totally lost in her pleasures.
Torrent after torrent of his load shot down her throat, deep into her gullet, a molten wash of hot seed that drenched her innards.
Suzanne, feeling every rippling spasm of his cock, was caught up in the rush of her own perverse pleasure. His dick swelled within her throat, his balls jounced up and hit her chin as again and again he let loose his flood of fuck.
She sucked, she swallowed, she milked every drop of his tremendous load, draining his large balls of their heavy aching sperm.
With a last groan of ecstasy, his knees buckling, his hands on her head, holding her in place-as if she would think of relinquishing the drink she loved-Frank looked down to see his sister's flushed face, her eyes closed, and the tremendous shaft of his big dick jammed into her wide open mouth.
The final spasm of his coming was like a hemorrhage. He shook with the effort of standing-and lost. His legs lost all their strength and Frank's knees began to bend. He slowly sank to the floor, his penis still in his sister's greedily sucking mouth as her own hips humped forward in the throes of her empathetic orgasm.
At last he was on the floor, propped up on one hip. Suzanne twisted over to maintain her oral grip on his limpening but still huge prick.
At last he sank back on the floor, prone.
Suzanne stood uncertainly, licked her lips of the creamy come there as she tottered into the other room.
Ernie's big prick was still held in Nickie's little twat, just by the head, while Burns' dick had been evacuated by the reflexive, unconscious action of her anal muscles.
Burns was nearly delirious, completely emptied of come and energy. He let himself roll off Nickie and lay on his back, eyes closed, gasping for breath.
Suzanne quickly shook the lovely young girl out of her stupor. Come oozing from her muff around Ernie's dick, a hint of cream around the puckered ring of her anus, she let Suzanne help her to her feet.
With one arm under Nickie's breasts, letting the younger girl lean against her, they went out of the room and up the stairs. There, Nickie collapsed face down across her bed, arms and legs widespread, the residual overflow from cunt and ass glistening and visible.
Suzanne stared at the fetching sight for a long moment-but finally shook herself. She had to get Frank out of there and the film, out of the camera.
Quickly she hurried down the stairs, woke her brother and the two of them hurried out with the precious film.
While Frank staggered into his own room, Suzanne remembered how Nickie had looked on the bed in the guest room, legs wide apart, delightful anus and enticing vagina exposed and glistening…
Suzanne stepped into her young cousin's bedroom and made her way to the bed, gently lowering herself to the ribbed bed cover and bending over to let her hair drape over the hypersensitive flesh of Nickie's ass.
Nickie shivered, consciousness returning only slowly as Suzanne kissed the nape of her neck and worked her lips sibilantly down the length of her spine, kissing each vertebra. Lower and lower, down to the small of her back, the first gentle swells of her buttocks. Suzanne worked her mouth down until she was kissing and licking the furrow of Nickie's ass.
Nickie gasped, writhed, as she felt her cousin's tongue pushing inside her rear opening, pushing past the tight clench of her sphincter, the sinuous, slick tool pressing inside the hot channel to lick at the come deposited there.
Suzanne glued her mouth to Nickie's ass and sucked, hard, for a long moment, savoring the taste of the semen' there before moving down, down, to press her mouth against Nickie's still wet cunt.
She covered Nickie's sweet little honey hole with her mouth, her lips pressing against Nickie's cute little clit, her tongue snaking inside the wet chamber of slippery delight, and all the time sucking, sucking.
Nickie moaned loudly and fried to turn over, but then gasped as the first rush of yet another orgasm began washing through her.
Her tight little ass cheeks clenched and loosened almost spastically, her hips shuddered, her fists pounded the top of the bedThe door opened. Suzanne spun about, fearful.
It was Frank.
He was naked.
He was hard.
He was horny.
He crossed the room and knelt on the bed near Nickie's head, his huge prick throbbing only inches from her moist, parted lips.
She moved her head forward, her pink tongue flickering out to lick the huge head of his dick.
"Don't I-unh!-get to join in-unh!-the-victory party-unh!" he gasped as her tongue worked its magic on his cock.
Suzanne smiled a slow, certain smile of anticipation while Nickie opened her lips wide and sucked the entire head of his pulsating prick into her warm mouth.
Yes, Suzanne thought. A victory celebration was in order…