The rippling, wave-like contractions of her cunt around his throbbing cock showed him just how much she really liked it. She was a heartbeat away from coming.
"Yessssss!" Leanne wailed, and her pussy clamped so tight on his cock Jerry Wexler felt as if the fucker was gonna break right off at the hilt. She vibrated under him, and he lay there almost motionless, his cock thrust into her orgasmic explosion.
His hands massaged her pussy while his lengthy prick filled her sucking hole, and he held his breath, willing himself to stay hard, stay ready, just a few moments longer. He was dying to squirt his cum, but he wanted Leanne to get the full delight of his ejaculation.
God, he wanted to feel her mouth around his cock one more time tonight, to shoot his cum. down her gulping throat! Even to squirt a few dribbles into her face and watch the viscous liquid ooze slowly down her perfect-skinned cheeks.
"Oh, that was so good," she moaned under him. "Didn't you come yet, baby? Were you saving it for me? Oh, Jesus, Jer, lemme have it!"
That was what the boy wanted to hear. Leanne was a real beast with cock in her mouth, especially on the heels of a hot randy come of her own.
"Get on me," he told her. "I wanna fuck that pretty face of yours and splatter you with my jizz… "
Holy God! Karen Murphy thought, holding tightly to the doorknob. She could not fucking believe what she was seeing in the den.
She'd heard Leanne at her door, twenty minutes ago. And she'd known something unusual was going on. Normally Leanne just came in, on her late night, and went to bed, without any folderol. Why should the girl be checking to find out if her mother was awake?
Karen had lain in the darkness, counting to fifty, and then she'd gotten up and gone to investigate.
What she had found was a full-scale fuck scene going on in her own den. Leanne and that Jerry Wexler kid going at it like dogs in heat. Karen's jaw had dropped.
Karen felt like shit, peeking through the door at her daughter, but the sight of Leanne getting it just reminded Karen all the more vividly that Mom was not getting it these days, and she found herself unable to look away even though she knew she should.
The more she watched, the more aroused Karen became. She couldn't believe the hungry way Leanne ate Jerry's cock, the way she danced and ground her own hot pussy down onto the boy's sucking face. And then the fucking! Leanne begging to get it dog-style! Where had she learned that trick? Karen rubbed her ass reflectively, thinking how much she enjoyed getting it from the back, too. Like Mom, like daughter?
By the time Leanne climaxed, Karen had hoisted the hem of her nightie and was unabashedly rubbing her own cunt. She had no panties underneath, and her fingers were full of auburn hair and puffy cunt-lips.
She squeezed and manipulated them, rubbing till her clit was up to full erection, throbbing beneath the massaging tips of her fingers. Wetness oozed from her slice, soaking her fingers.
She puddled in the juices until her fingers dripped, and then she slid them up her cunt-hole, holding her breath to keep from crying out at the delicious sensations it evoked from within her. She braced her shoulder against the doorframe and peeked through the crack, fucking herself more and more excitedly.
Jerry came out of Leanne, his cock red and enormous. Karen's mouth began to water at the sight of the thing. God, it looked so delicious! Karen had forgotten just how virile a young man could appear.
"Eat me now," he told the girl. "I want you to suck my cock off." And he lay back on the floor, holding his big hard cock upright like a flagpole.
Leanne crawled up Jerry, making straight for his prick. She grabbed it in both hands and rubbed the pussy-wet prick all over her face, licking and sucking and kissing at its slick shiny surface.
"You gonna come in my mouth?" she asked breathlessly.
"Why don't you just suck on it and see if I come in your mouth?" Jerry countered, his hand pushing Leanne's head down to the tip of his erect cock. Giggling, Karen's daughter took the thing into her mouth and she began to suck it with gluttonous swallows and slurps and gulps.
Sweet God! Karen thought, frigging herself wildly. From the excitement of her pussy who would have ever guessed that she'd already diddled herself not once but four times this evening.
But her pussy ached as if it had not been satisfied in weeks, let alone hours, and she knew, fucking her fingers up into the wet hole, that the vibrator was no goddamn substitute at all. The real thing was what she needed.
Leanne sucked excitedly, whining and moaning as she fed the boy's cock in and out of her hot wet mouth. She was looking up at him as she ate, her eyes sparkling with lust, her mouth curled into a smile that was full of hard thick prick.
From time to time she let him slide out and she licked him all over, but that was just a tease, a little extra turn-on. She was as hungry to eat his prick as he was to feed it to her.
"I want that cum," she told him in a husky voice, the drool running out her lips. "I really want that cum!"
"Cum," Karen whispered. "Oh, God, I could use some, too!"
But Leanne was the one who would get it, and Karen speared her fingers savagely into her cunt. She could understand it but she fucking didn't have to accept the fact graciously!
"Now, baby," Jerry groaned. "Get ready- I'm gonna do it."
Leanne pulled her head upward, lips sliding off the end of the boy's cock, and she worked his outer shell of skin up and down with both hands, giggling as she jerked him toward climax.
"I wanna see it squirt," she simpered. "I wanna see your cock gush its hot load into my face… "
Yes, Karen thought, still frigging her pussy, let me see it too!
"Ooohhh!" Leanne squealed as the cum began to squirt.
Jerry's cum squirted into Leanne's face, splashing her with its exuberant explosion. She squealed again, her face splattered with his creamy white cock-milk, and then she thrust her mouth down over the tip, swallowing him hungrily. She held the end of his cock in her mouth and she sucked with hollowed cheeks, her eyes shut tightly, while her fist milked up and down the rod, draining his juice into her throat.
Karen winced as a climax ripped through her own pussy, and she wanted to moan aloud because it felt so fucking good, but she didn't dare. She forced her lips to remain tightly shut, and she rocked against the doorframe, twitching with the force of her orgasm. It was even more exciting than the one she had coaxed out of her cunt with the vibrator.
On the other side of the door, twelve feet away, Leanne was scooping the cum off her face, using her fingers. She stuck them in her mouth one at a time and licked them dry.
"I love to eat your cum," the girl told Jerry.
"And I love to watch you do it," Jerry said, pulling her down beside him. They snuggled, nude, on the den floor, their sex-satiated bodies rubbing together, but the fire had diminished for now and they were content just to lie there touching each other.
"Are we still on for the concert tomorrow night?" Jerry asked, playing idly with Leanne's pink-pointed tits. There were stray bubbles of jizz on her tits, and he massaged the sticky liquid into her skin.
"Of course we're still on," Leanne said. "You'll pick me up at seven-thirty, right?"
"I'll pick you up at seven-thirty and dick you up by ten-thirty," Jerry promised.
Leanne giggled. "I love the way you talk!" Chapter 3
Karen Murphy sat by the answering machine, staring at the piece of equipment. She looked upward and said, "Well, what should I do?" There was no answer, but she hadn't expected one.
Karen pushed the rewind, and then the play button. She listened, for the twentieth time since coming home, to the message.
"Morn, this is me," Leanne said. "This is very important and please don't bollix it up, okay? I have to work a little late this evening-covering for someone who covered for me last week. What it means is, I'm not going to come home after work. I'm going to Rosie's and I'll go from there to the concert, with her. Call Jerry Wexler at 555-1351 and tell him that I'll meet him at the concert, and for him to go straight to the arena. I'll wait by the main gate. Okay?"
Karen looked at the mantel clock. It was almost seven-thirty. That was the time Jerry had said he'd come by the house to pick up Leanne. Karen had not called her daughter's boyfriend. She wasn't sure why.
The doorbell rang suddenly, and Karen almost jumped out of her skin. She looked up toward the ceiling and she said, "If you didn't want me to go for it, why did you put the chance in front of me?" and then she got up and went to the door.
"Maybe she decided to go with someone else?" Karen suggested. "Are you sure you wouldn't like another beer?"
"I can't understand why she isn't here," Jerry replied. "She was crazy to see this show. I think I better go."