Julie and Kenney were still asleep when Barbara crawled out of bed on Sunday morning. She had a slight headache from indulging too much the night before, and she felt very frustrated. Her date, as before, proved to be ineffectual with her, and the date had ended in an argument.
She showered and swallowed three aspirins with cold water. Food didn't appeal to her at the moment, so she sat in the dining room drinking coffee and smoking. The living room had been a mess when she came in last night. A lamp had been broken and an ashtray overturned. There were some suspicious spots on the carpet and couch, too. It was obvious to Barbara that Julie and Kenney had fucked wildly while she was out.
She tried to convince herself to become mad at them, but it was no use. No matter what society said about a brother fucking his sister, Barbara couldn't bring herself to condemn her children. Neither could she condemn herself for her own incestuous lesbian activities with Julie. In fact, after the mess of the night with her date, Barbara wanted another session with her daughter. Whether she was becoming a lesbian or not, Barbara knew Julie had been right about a person needing sexual satisfaction as much as she required food. Did it really matter how that gratification was achieved? she thought. Using her fingers and hands somehow seemed more depraved than having another female kiss and lick her cunt.
Masturbation was such a solitary, lonely act, she felt. Barbara never felt the excitement she needed during masturbation. The excitement, she decided, was having another person involved with her.
She poured another cup of coffee and lit another cigarette. Her headache was going away now, and she began to feel much better.
Masturbation, she continued thinking, was almost cold, dehumanizing. Even if it was her own body, to do as she pleased with, a woman wasn't meant to go through life seeking sexual gratification by the manipulations of her pussy by her own hands. There were some men and women, she felt, who preferred their own hands for orgasm, but they must be few and far between. What enjoyment, what thrill, could they possibly realize that way? Even if someone were simply there to watch, it was better than nothing. Being watched at least helped keep that good, warm sensation smoldering.
All her life, Barbara had found sexual satisfaction by her own hand, until she married. Then, although her sex life hadn't been anything to really brag about, it was good most of the time. Even when her husband was with her, she had found it necessary at times to masturbate. She would dream up fantasies of her husband observing her in the act, and it would create more pleasure for her. But Barbara never had the nerve to tell him of her day-dreams. Her husband had been a satisfactory lover in many respects, but he had failed her many times, too.
But Julie had not failed her, she thought with a soft smile, as she remembered the day before. Maybe, she thought, it was the forbidden aspect of lesbianism and incest. Of course, that would add to her pleasure, she decided. One thing about it, Julie certainly wasn't worried. She was a fantastic girl, warm and loving and eager to please, and so uninhibited. Barbara wanted very much to be like her daughter, free and easy and wild. Wearing her clothing had given her a new feeling, a new freedom. Men had turned to look at her in the club, and she had enjoyed that.
Barbara slipped her right hand inside the folds of her dressing gown, cupping and molding her breast as she thought. The cigarette was forgotten in the ashtray, as was her coffee now. Her nipples were very hard, and she could feel the lips of her pussy swelling inside her panties. She twisted her ass against the chair as a tingle of pleasure stabbed into her cunt. She gave some serious consideration to masturbating there at the dining room table, but discarded the idea as another flared in her mind.
Julie, she was sure, would be willing-more than willing-to help her out.
The wait would make it so much sweeter, she felt. The feeling between her thighs would stay, probably even grow better, as time passed until she could get her daughter alone. Idly fondling her breasts, she smiled to herself as she remembered what it had been like, her face between those creamy thighs, tasting that delicious moisture of Julie's cunt. It seemed to Barbara that she could still feel the slight tickle of Julie's pussy hairs against her lips and cheeks.
Her clitoris lurched as she remembered the sensation of having Julie suck on it. A soft moan bubbled from her mouth. Barbara licked her lips sensuously and squeezed her resilient breast. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, making the feeling grow.
Eventually, she stood up and went back to her bedroom. She removed her dressing gown and padded about nakedly, the door wide open. Strangely enough, she never once thought of Kenney, only Julie. She rummaged about drawers and her closet, seeking something to wear. Usually, a housedress was sufficient, but today she wanted something sexy, something that would make her pretty and alluring.
Barbara went about choosing her clothing as if she were preparing for a date with a valued lover.
Going by instinct, she pulled sheer nylons over her creamy legs and thighs, using a black garter belt to strap them up. Giggling like a high school girl, she decided not to wear panties or a bra. Search as she did, her clothing wouldn't do. There was one dress, a body-hugging sheath with a black and white checked pattern, that might do. She pulled it from the closet and located a needle and thread.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, Barbara began to hem the skirt of the dress. After she finished, she held it before her, looking into the mirror. The bottom of the dress came just below her crotch. Giggling again, she slipped it over her head and smoothed it down after zipping up the back.
Again she examined her reflection.
With the dress on, the hem was shorter than it had looked. In fact, every inch of her lovely slim thighs were exposed, including the creamy flesh above the tops of her nylons. There was about an inch of naked flesh there, she saw. She started to remove the dress so she could lower the hem about two inches, then inspiration came to her.
"Why do that?" she whispered aloud. Julie, she thought, couldn't possibly misunderstand when she saw her.
Turning her back, Barbara twisted her head and looked into the mirror. The dress barely covered her ass, she noticed. Bending slightly, she saw the creamy swell of her buttocks revealed. With only a slight bend, her ass could be seen. Facing the mirror again, Barbara placed her hands on her ass and leaned backwards, watching the hem of her tight dress lift. The very bottom of her coppery cunt hair came into view.
Feeling deliciously shameless, she decided to wear the body-hugging dress as it was. She felt quite wanton, and very, very sexy. Indeed, she looked sexy. She looked like a very beautiful woman who was so sensuous, so ravishing, anyone couldn't fail to notice. She thought the white flesh above her sheer nylons gave her a cheap appearance, but shrugged it off. Turning from the mirror, she applied a light coat of red lipstick to her full, moist lips. With a dab of eye shadow, she looked radiant. She felt radiant.
Slipping into a pair of heels, she thought her legs and thighs quite becoming. Walking back and forth before the mirror, she was pleased with the effect. Her thighs rippled and her ass-cheeks bobbled sweetly. Her long hair swung free, gleaming from the brushing.
"Ravishing," came the voice from her open door.
Barbara turned and saw Julie standing there, a wide smile on her face.
"Like me?" Barbara said, laughing softly as she turned about slowly. "You don't think I've shortened the dress too much, do you, darling?"
Julie cocked her head, a finger on her chin. "Well, if you were going out, I'd say yes. But if you're staying in the house, I'd say no."
"Meaning?"
"You'd be arrested if you wore that outside," Julie replied. "But here, in the house, you're just asking to be raped."
"Girls can't rape another girl," Barbara laughed.
"Want to bet on that, mother?" Julie smiled, sticking her tongue out and wiggling it meaningfully.
She moved into her mother's room, dressed in a flowing; almost transparent gown. She gazed at her mother, liking the effect. "I'd say you were absolutely beautiful, mother. In fact, I'd say you looked extremely sexy, like a woman who has all intentions of getting fucked."
"Or licked?"
"Or licked," Julie grinned.
Barbara pranced before her daughter, swaying her ass suggestively.
"What do you intend to do when Kenney sees you, mother?" Julie asked, amused.
"Oh, my God!" Barbara stopped prancing, clutching her throat. "I had forgotten about him!"
"Obviously," Julie laughed softly.
"Well, that settles that, I suppose," Barbara said, starting to unzip the dress.
"Wait, mother," Julie said softly. "You dressed this way because of last night, right?"
"Yes," Barbara grimaced. "It didn't work out again. He's just not much of a fucker."
"You did this to entice me, didn't you?"
"Well, yes," Barbara confessed. "I did. I thought about it and remembered yesterday and felt that… well, I thought you might…"
"You thought I'd suck your cunt again, didn't you?"
"Well, yes. I mean, I was hoping you would." Julie laughed with pleasure. "All you have to do is ask, mother. No need to go to all this trouble, you know."
"I wanted to look pretty, alluring," Barbara said. "No, not alluring-just plain sexy, wanton."
"You do," Julie giggled. "But you have always looked that way, mother."
"I have?"
"Of course," Julie said. "You just needed a new wardrobe, that's all. Shit, you're still lovely, still young. Different clothes and you're extremely beautiful."
"I didn't realize," Barbara said.
"Of course not. You've been involved in other things, not thinking, that's all. But changes are being made, right?"
"Right!"
Julie hugged her mother tight, then kissed her lips. "You just keep that dress on the way it is. So what if Kenney sees you? Why, you'll make him come all over himself!"
"I would?"
"Hell, yes! Just looking at you makes me want to come, too."
"But… but Kenney?"
"Why riot, mother?" Julie grinned wickedly. "Would it be any different than you and me?"
"Well, I-"
"He's good, mother," Julie said softly. "Kenney is one of the best, and I've had the best. He may be awfully young, but I can promise you one thing, that cock of his will sure make you come!"
"But, Julie… I couldn't let my son fuck me!"
"Why not? After what you and I did? Come on, mother, don't start that shit again. You can't be such a hypocrite and eat it, too."
"But that's… that's-"
"It wouldn't be any different than you and me licking each other, and you damn well know it, mother. Eating pussy is great, as you and I both discovered yesterday, but a tongue can't ever replace a beautiful, hard cock."
"I couldn't just waltz my ass up to him and say come on, honey, fuck mother. I'd die of embarrassment. Especially if he turned me down."
"He won't," Julie said, grinning and caressing her mother's ass. "I can promise that. Kenney is one horny little bastard."
"I gathered that from the condition of the living room," Barbara said. "You two must have gone wild."
"We did," Julie said. "I'll help you clean the mess up, though."
"Where's Kenney now?"
"Still asleep," Julie said as they left Barbara's bedroom. "After the way I took care of him last night, he should sleep all day."
"I hope not!" Barbara giggled, slapping Julie on the ass.
"Now you're getting with it, mother," Julie laughed, wagging her ass against Barbara's hand.
They worked together cleaning up the house. There was a great deal of horseplay between them. Julie would catch her mother bending over at some chore, and goose her with a finger or thumb, bringing peals of laughter from Barbara. Now and then, Barbara would take a swipe at Julie's body, grabbing a breast or copping a feel of her cunt.
It was almost noon before Kenney woke up. Neither Barbara nor Julie knew he was awake. They had ceased the horseplay and were working in earnest now.
Kenney came down the hall in a pair of jeans, naked from the waist up. He had finished his usual morning shower, and his hair was still damp. He rounded the hall and stopped, his eyes gaping.
Julie was doing something with the records, and her dressing gown hung open, her lovely, flawless breasts swaying sweetly. But that wasn't what he was gaping at. His mother was across the room, bending over slightly and brushing wax on the end table next to the couch.
He saw the sheer nylons, the creamy flesh just above them, and there were the sugary curves of her ass. He could only see the very bottom of his mother's ass, but what he could see was delicious. His cock responded to the sight, swelling inside his jeans. He stood frozen where he was, his eyes gazing at the shapely bottom of Barbara. The curvy undersides of her ass were exposed maybe two inches, and she had her legs apart. There was just the hint of her dark cunt hair, a tuft that was thick and soft looking.
Kenney had never seen his mother this way before. • He had always seen her simply as his mother, a woman who cooked his meals and cleaned his room when it became too messy. He had never seen her expose any part of her body at all; had never seen her come from her room other than fully dressed.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat.
Julie looked up, flashing her brother a smile. Barbara, still bending over, froze suddenly, unable to move, her heart pounding. A slight flush warmed her cheeks. Finally, feeling almost embarrassed, she straightened and turned. She looked directly at Kenney, who was openly admiring her thighs. The first thing Barbara noticed about her son was the swelling lump in the front of his jeans. The second thing she noticed was the intensity of his eyes.
All embarrassment left her.
She gave a low, soft laugh. "Hungry, darling?" she asked softly.
"Wow!" Kenney croaked.
Julie giggled. "I told you, mother."
Barbara grinned at Julie broadly. "You were right, dear."
Kenney's eyes went from Julie to Barbara. Julie's dressing gown hung at each side of her jutting breasts, her stomach and pussy showing. His cock lurched in the tightness of his jeans. "Hungry?" he croaked. "Me? Hungry?"
"I think you better have steak and potatoes, Kenney," Julie said. "Come on, I'll fix you some breakfast."
She moved to her brother and took his hand, leading him into the kitchen. Kenney kept twisting his neck, looking at his mother standing there, smiling warmly at him. "Gosh!"
"Makes your cock hard, doesn't it, little brother?" Julie laughed, shoving, him into the breakfast nook. "Well, you just forget about pussy and eat breakfast. I have a hunch you're going to need a lot of strength today."
"You mean Mom is-"
"That's what she means, darling," Barbara came into the kitchen and scooted into the nook beside him. "Do you mind?"
"Mind? Me? Mind?"
Barbara kissed his cheek, patting him on his thigh under the table. "I know all about you and Julie, darling," she said. "I heard you the first night."
"You did?"
"I did."
"And you want me to-"
"Fuck me," she finished for him.
Kenney's eyes bulged. Barbara laughed, patting his thigh again, her hand higher. "Wouldn't you like to, Kenney?"
"Gosh! I… I… "
Julie placed a platter of eggs and ham before her brother, with a huge glass of milk. "Eat, little brother."
Despite his excitement, Kenney was famished. He cleaned up the platter, drained the milk. His mother kept her hand on his thigh, her fingers caressing in between them, very high up. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he was ready for whatever it was.
Barbara was pleased by her son's response to her, and she slipped her hand up his thigh when he finished eating. Kenney gasped loudly as she cupped his crotch, squeezing gently.
"I like that," Barbara whispered softly, tracing the outline of his cock inside the tight jeans. "You're so hard!"
Barbara's fingers tugged at the zipper, drawing it down. Her hand sneaked into the open fly, found his throbbing prick, and pulled it free. She gripped it tightly, pumping up and down. "I don't know if I can wait very long," she murmured thickly.
"Then why wait?" Julie giggled, caressing her exposed breasts.
"You're right," Barbara said, slipping from the booth. "Come on, darling, let's go fuck."
Kenney slipped from the booth, his cock standing out harder than ever, dripping from the flaring piss hole. Barbara looked at it, grinning broadly. "My, that's bigger than I suspected it would be."
"It will stretch your cunt nicely, mother," Julie said, following them to the living room.
"Shouldn't we shut and lock the doors?" Barbara asked. "I mean, someone might drop in."
"I'll do it," Julie said, going to the door and placing the night chain on. "You two get on with it. I'll watch and wait my turn."
Barbara helped her son out of his jeans, paying him compliments about the size and hardness of his cock and full balls. Her excitement was leaping about wildly, her eyes almost glassy with passion. He stood before them, naked, proud in his virility. Julie slipped her dressing gown from her shoulders, saying: "I want to be ready." She was, of course, naked beneath it.
Barbara took Kenney's cock in her fist and jerked it, testing the firmness of him. She brushed her thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the juices that seeped forth.
"Suck him, mother," Julie whispered thickly, watching with glowing eyes. "Suck his cock off!"
"Yes!" Barbara murmured throatily, dropping to her knees. "Oh, my… yes!"
Her mouth parted and she gobbled the full length of his cock into her mouth, placing her hands on his shaking hips, sucking furiously. Kenney had the sensation that his mother was devouring his prick, swallowing it down into her stomach.
He felt his sister behind him, and then her mouth was at his ass-cheeks, kissing and licking hotly. Her hands were on his waist, and she slipped one in between his thighs, grabbing his balls while Barbara sucked greedily at his cock. He felt his sister's tongue run into the crack of his ass, then it was licking about his tight, flexing asshole. He had to brace himself some way, his legs were trembling so badly. He placed his hands on top of his mother's head, and this seemed to encourage Barbara to even further efforts.
She made a great deal of noise as she sucked his cock, her tongue, everywhere at the same time, her lips burning his flesh. Behind him, Julie was trying hard to worm her tongue up his asshole, but it was difficult from his position. He leaned slightly, but not so that his cock was out of his mother's mouth. Julie moaned her approval, and her tongue shot up his asshole, thrusting wickedly as she tugged and rolled his balls about in her hand.
Barbara, sucking insanely, slipped her hands to his ass-cheeks, pulling them wide apart for Julie.
"Oh… oh, oh, oh!" Kenney groaned as the sensations threatened to blow him apart. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!"
Barbara gurgled around his cock, her tongue licking the piss hole, only to race her lips back down until her nose and chin were in his hair. Julie fucked him up the asshole with her tongue, mewling in passion.
"Ah… ahhhhh!" Kenney moaned, his eyes closed tight, his bottom lip bitten between his teeth. "Ohhhh, suck me! Goddamn… shit… piss… fuck! Suck my cock! Tongue my ass. hole! Ohhhh… I don't… know if I… can… stand… it!"
Animal-like, Barbara sucked and licked, whimpering in mindless lust. It had been some time since she, had had a cock in her mouth, and she went after Kenney's prick like a starving woman. Her pussy was literally dripping, warm, slippery fluids running down her inner thighs.
Julie, knowing somewhat of her mother's passion, dropped her hand from Kenney's waist, but kept the other one tight on his balls. She reached down, past his legs, and began to rub and finger her mother's pussy. Barbara wiggled her hips in gratitude, sucking harder yet on Kenney's cock.
But Kenney couldn't hold out any longer.
"Ohhhhh!" he groaned loudly, and ejaculated.
"Mmmmm!" Barbara murmured as the semen flew from his cock. She gulped and sucked, swallowed quickly, diving her face up and down the length of the jerking prick. She gurgled with pleasure, feeling Julie's fingers sliding in and out of-her steaming pussy, her thumb pressing hard on the distended clitoris. Her still-dressed body shuddered violently as she came.
Both Barbara and Kenney felt tired when it was over, but Julie was still steaming. She wanted very much to get a mouth between her thighs. Kenney would not be able to achieve another hard-on for a while, she surmised. But, this was for Barbara right now, she felt, and shrugged her feelings off for the time being. She wanted her mother to enjoy this, knowing her time would come later on.
Both fondled and played with his genitals while he recovered, kissing and petting and stroking him. Kenney thought he was in heaven. He had requested to view his mother's body, and Barbara quickly removed her tight sheath. She left her nylons and garter belt on, and Kenney exclaimed with pleasure. He poked and prodded both Julie and Barbara, much to their delight. He kissed them on the ass and licked at their thighs. He sucked on swollen nipples and ran his tongue up into juicy cunt.
But it was only sex play between them now. They were exploring, becoming familiar with each other in this new relationship that had entered their family. There was no hesitation, no shame, no guilt.
A half hour later, Kenney's cock was standing rigid again.
"Fuck him, mother," Julie urged.
Kenney was sitting in the armchair by now, his prick standing rigidly. His mother and sister were the two most beautiful females in the world. At his age most girls were beautiful, but Barbara and Julie were special. Not because of their relationship, but because they were the ones who had provided him with his first sexual experiences. Boys have a tendency to look back on that special girl who introduced him to sex as being someone special-girls, too, for that matter, think of their first boy in the same light.
Although very young, Kenney knew he was luckier than most boys their first time. He had two girls, not one.
Kenney didn't know just how lucky he was, though. If he had succeeded in seducing a girl his age, the episode could very well have ended in disaster. The girl could have become injured, hated him every time she looked at him, or worse-for Kenney-he might have had problems with impotence in later life.
But his mother and sister, both extremely erotic females, were showing him how much fun sex could be. There was no sneaking around, no guilt complex to confuse him. It was all in the open, with a great deal of laughter and words of encouragement, of praise, for him. They made Kenney feel virile, proud of his-genitals and his abilities, of his erotism.
Barbara looked at her son with a broad smile on her lovely face. "Want to, baby?" she asked softly."
"Want to what, Mom?" he asked, his attention being elsewhere at the time, like gazing at the two naked beauties before him.
"Fuck me," Barbara asked. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Oh, boy! Yes!"
Barbara shivered with pleasure, laughing throatily. Julie was very pleased by the responses of her mother and brother. She had been constantly fondling herself, and she was in a highly aroused state. She was sitting on the couch across from Kenney, her heels hooked on the cushions and her knees wide apart, unabashedly fingering her moist pussy and caressing her breasts. Barbara, pleased by Kenney's appreciation of her naked loveliness, had been parading about the floor, positioning herself now and then to expose herself to his hot eyes.
"Let's do it in my bedroom," Barbara whispered huskily, running a hand up and down between her thighs. "We can be much more comfortable there."
Julie got to her feet, but her hand remained between her thighs. Barbara held her hand out for Kenney, who took it as he got up. Together, they walked to Barbara's bedroom, giggling and feeling one another.
"You must be terribly frustrated, Julie," Barbara said as Kenney crawled upon the bed and lay back on his rear, watching them. "I mean, after all, you haven't come, and both Kenney and I have."
"Don't worry about me, mother," Julie smiled. "This is all for you now. You need it a hell of a lot more than I do."
Barbara was grateful to Julie, of course, but she knew enough to know that when aroused, it could be quite painful for a person. Still, Julie wanted her to get fucked. Julie would wait. She turned to her son, her eyes falling immediately on his upstanding cock. She moved onto the bed with him, her fingers stroking and pulling.
Julie and Kenney watched as Barbara, facing her son, crawled atop him, her knees on each side of his hips. Eagerly, Barbara stuffed Kenney's cock deep into her pussy, moaning with pleasure as it entered the slippery interior. She sat atop him, writhing her crotch against his. Finally, she began to bounce up and down, and Kenney thrust with her.
Julie was bubbling with boiling excitement as she watched, her legs trembling, her finger dipping high into her own cunt. She knew it would be very hard for her to wait her turn, to wait until Kenney could achieve another hard-on, and although she could bring herself off easily enough with her fingers, Julie didn't want it this way-not now.
She stood at the edge of-the bed, watching her mother's pussy gobbling up and down on Kenney's cock, and with a cry, she jumped onto the bed with them. She squirmed over her brother's face, whimpering as she clawed at her pussy.
"Eat me, Kenney! God… suck my pussy! Please… lick my cunt, Kenney!"
She didn't wait for him to answer. Slamming her dripping pussy into his face, she twisted back and forth, rubbing the hairy slit against his mouth and nose. Barbara gazed down at Julie's twat, her eyes becoming wide in passion.
"Suck her, Kenney!" Barbara yelled, her naked ass dancing lewdly on his plunging prick. "Eat her cunt! Tongue-fuck Julie… lick it… suck it… eat it!"
Kenney was having some problems breathing. He brought his hands up and placed them on his sister's hips, adjusting her on his face. Now, although his nose was almost in her asshole, he was able to breathe. Hungrily, he licked and sucked at her steaming snatch as he thrust his cock into Barbara's gyrating crotch.
"Ohhhh, this is… is… " Barbara whimpered loudly. "Ohhh, God! It's never felt like this in such a long time! Ahhhh, I've never felt so good! No one… no one has fucked me so deliciously! Ohhh, Kenney, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Julie, twisting her pussy into Kenney's. face, reached out and began to play with Barbara's breasts, pulling and twisting the rigid nipples, cupping them and squeezing. Barbara reached for Julie, and began fondling the flawless breasts of her daughter. Both were whipping their naked asses on Kenney, one riding his cock, the other smearing his face. Their lips touched, and they began kissing furiously, pulling and manipulating each other's breasts.
Below the squirming, twisting females, Kenney was soaring. Every nerve in his naked body was taut, tingling. He wanted to come, wanted to come badly. But in just the past few days he had learned a lot from Julie. He had learned to control his discharge; not completely, but he was able to hold it back for a longer period of time. He was fighting now to keep from coming. His balls seemed very tight, and when his mother slammed her ass down, the smoothness of those fantastic globes brushed them.
Fortunately for him, he felt his mother's cunt convulse with powerful contractions, and he no longer had to struggle. He gushed semen far into her hot snatch as Barbara rode furiously atop him, mewling and whimpering as she came. His tongue stabbed deep into Julie's pussy, then thrashed at her inflamed clitoris. Things became wetter there, and it was obvious to him that his sister was coming, too. He fought to breathe, finding it hard at times because his nose seemed more in her asshole than not.
When Julie fell from him, gasping hard, he sucked in air.
His mother still straddled him, his cock still caught between the hairy lips of her spasming cunt. Barbara's head was thrown back, her eyes clenched as she grunted in the first orgasm produced in a long time by something other than her finger. The climax was long and drawn out, and Barbara felt as though she were torn apart by the violence of it, but it was so good, so delicious, so ecstatic. Her-body shuddered time and again, jerking as if her nerves had suddenly gone wild. Her blood flowed like a rampaging river, a river that suddenly exploded from a ruptured dam. She was a torrent of pleasure, squealing and yelping in ecstasy, clawing her breasts and pulling hard on the nipples. Her pussy was clamped tightly about Kenney's cock, her ass-hard against his balls, and she came and came and came.