Whenever she was alone, Jondra marveled over all the incredible pleasure she had received in the past month since she had gone into the babysitting business. Just the memory of having all those people fuck her was enough to turn her on all over again. She would sit in a chair in te livingroom, thinking about Bill Andrews, or Anne Clark, or even the brutal Joey, and all of a sudden she would realize that her cunt was wet and her tits warm and achy.
Some part of her wanted to rush out and fuck them all over again. All of them. She had never realized there was this much physical pleasure to have in the world.
On the other hand, it was nice to be alone once in a while too, without other sex-crazed people pawing and slobbering over her body, no matter how much fun that was. And so one weekend when her parents were going to be out of town, she declined all babysitting jobs and just stayed home by herself. When evening came, she poured herself a glass of wine and drew a hot bath.
While the water crashed into the tub she stood before the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She turned frontways, sideways, backways, admiring the full perky curve of her taut ass, the tapering of her narrow waist, and her firm, round tits, just the right size, the long pink nipples swollen and pointing. It was no wonder that so many people wanted her body.
Grinning with self-satisfaction, she ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down to the firm flesh of her tawny thighs. She dug her fingers into her ripe flesh, feeling a tiny wince of pleasure as the nerves of her legs responded. They all want to fuck me, she thought, letting a rich giggle emerge from deep in her throat.
Jondra pissed her feet wide apart, bending her knees slightly. She grabbed her mother's hand mirror off the shelf and slipped it between her spread thighs. On one side the mirror gave back a normal reflection, but the other side, the side she used, magnified everything enormously. With delight and fascination, she gazed down at the huge furryfringed gash of her own pink cunt.
God, I'm glad it's not this big in real life! She giggled to herself. Not with everybody liking my tight little pussy so much. The folds of her cunt slit were dewy and moist, but only half-blossomed, revealing only tantalizing hints of the glistening pink inner pussy. The small bud of her cunt was still half-hidden beneath its hood. Oh, I wish there was someone here to lick me! She thought.
She inserted one forefinger slowly between the slips of her cunt. Her pussy looked absolutely gigantic in the mirror. Slowly she parted her cuntlips, sliding her finger all the way into the warm greasy depths of her sensitive pussy channel until it was stopped by the last knuckle. Her knees trembled involuntarily. She rotated her finger, and with her thumb, rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and pulsed.
"Ohhhnnnn!" she gasped sharply.
It felt so good! It felt so good to be fingerfucking herself and watching at the same time. She shut her eyes, whimpering softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at the sight. Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two fingers fully into her pussy.
But her other hand shook so badly and her breath came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand mirror in place. Hastily, she placed it flat on the floor and squatted over it, digging softly in her flowing pussy with two hands now, shivering uncontrollably. She caught a glimpse of her own glazed eyes in the door mirror, and was surprised to see her long nipples tight and erect.
Oh, God, I think I'll do it! I think I'll do it, I'm going to do it!
"Ahhhnnn… anngghh…" she heard herself moan.
Her whole body flushed and melted with hot tremors. Oh, fuck me. Fuck and fuck me! she moaned to herself. Her mind reeled happily, urgently with the decision she had made to bring herself off, to make herself come right here, like this, where she could watch it all. If she could only keep her feverishly fluttering eyelids open. At first she didn't notice the water on the floor.
But suddenly her bare knees felt wet. It shocked her out of the giddy sexual delights that poured through her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself. Jondra gasped, turned her head, and saw water spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.
"Oh, shit! Oh, God damn it!" she shouted, bearing her voice echo against the tile walls over the loud woosh of the spilling water.
Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, yanked up the plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was submerged in water.
Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with angry tears at her own foolishness, Jondra snatched towels from every available rack and began mopping up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the emptying tub, then sopped up more water, so angry and busy at the task that at first she failed to hear the doorbell. Then, when it rang again and she finally heard it, she only grew angrier.
"God damn it!" she shrieked.
She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door, finding herself halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was still totally naked. She leaped back to the bathroom for her robe, slipped into it, then tried to control her fast breathing and her rage as she walked down the hall again to the door.
"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Eric there when she opened it.
Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation. But the look on his face told Jondra that he felt even more down than she did at the moment.
"Only me," he said glumly. "Can I come in?"
"You can if you're good with a mop," she said, closing the door behind him.
But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into the livingroom, nervous, jumpy. "Where are mom and dad?"
"They went to Vegas for the weekend." His eyes was something Jondra had never seen before. "I think dad keeps a bottle of Scotch in the kitchen," she said. "I'm sure there's some wine."
Jondra pulled off her shower cap and shook her thick mane of blonde hair back over her shoulders, knowing now it would be a while until she got to her bath.
"I'll take the Scotch," her brother said. "What's the matter, Eric?" With him following her, she went into the kitchen and found their father's bottle of Scotch in the cupboard. She poured him a glass, which he grabbed and gulped thirstily.
"Carol," he growled. Carol was Eric's wife. "She's been fucking around with another guy. For nearly two months. But I only found out about it tonight."
"Oh, no." With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Jondra reached out a hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Eric, I'm sorry."
Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. Jondra refilled it.
"You shouldn't drink all of dad's liquor," she said.
"Aw, I'll get him another bottle tomorrow." Eric shrugged. "Aren't you going to have one with me, little sister? You don't want me to get drunk all alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to mask his misery.
"I'm underage," Jondra said. "You know that. And I don't want you to get drunk at all."
But as she looked into his eyes and saw the pain there and thought of her own foolishness moments ago in the bathroom, she was very temped to join him, underage or not. She could drink at least one, just to help her forget about everything for a while. And to help him forget. She knew he would probably want to talk about what a bitch Carol was to do this to him. And Jondra wouldn't have any trouble agreeing with him there.
Long ago she had suspected that something like this would happen. Her female instincts had told her that Carol was a prick-happy little flirt who could never be happy with only one man at a time. Look who's talking, she thought, with a quick flush of shame. Maybe it takes one to know one.
But maybe it was time for her to play it straight with her brother. She would try not to say "I told you so," but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support. And it would get her mind off that embarrassing fiasco she had had in the bathroom.
"Come on," Eric joked again. "What kind of party is it with only one drunk?"
"You know I'm not used to drinking," she warned him. "But why not? If I fall asleep, you promise not to mind?"
"If you fall asleep, I'll just put you to bed and flake out on the sofa."
"You don't have to, do that," Jondra said. "You can sleep in morn and dad's bed since they're not home."
They took the bottle with them into the living room and sat down. Jondra sat on the sofa and Eric in one of the easy chairs. He began to tell her about Carol's fun and games, how she had not only been fucking around behind his back, but fucking one of his best friends.
Jondra listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments. Even though she sipped the Scotch slowly, it still made her remarkably warm and tingly. No wonder people like this stuff, she thought, feeling a little giddy. As time wore on, she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of some other fabric than satin, because it was so slippery.
It was hard enough to keep the skirt of it over her thighs and knees, but even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved, it loosened more. Her firm, up thrusting tits pushed against the front part of her robe until the lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of the smooth upper slopes of her tits.
Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustling smoothly against the skin of her inner thighs when she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making an excuse and getting up to change, but it felt so good and she was so warm and giddy from the Scotch, that she really couldn't decide. In front of her own brother, she felt very modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed. He was so obsessed by his wife's betrayal of him that he hardly paid Jondra the slightest attention.
After a while, as Eric droned on and on about Carol's infidelities, Jondra really didn't hear him any more. The unfamiliar sensations provided by the liquor dropped her into a kind of pleasant trance. The feelings of sexual arousal that she had kindled in her body prior to Eric's arrival seemed to revive. She smiled dreamily, enjoying the warm, distant throbbing in her cunt, the achy pulsing in her nipples.
She squirmed and felt dazed and too warm, and she drifted back toward conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had stopped. Then she saw his eyes. She saw that he was stuck in some kind of trance too. She saw him staring at her, but not at her face. No, he was staring lower, at her body. Jondra glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely undone, probably because of her unconscious squirming. The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her throat to the top glistening fringe of her crotch hair.
Flushing with embarrassment, Jondra quickly tried to regain control of her wits. She pulled the robe shut.
"Oh, I… I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.
"Don't," Eric croaked quietly, his eyes briefly focusing again as the satin closed across her naked body.
"Eric!" Jondra said, as if to shame him. Rut her voice was not convincing.
"Please don't."
"Eric, I'm your sister."
Once, as a kid, she had passed the door to his room and glimpsed him undressed. He had brazenly stared right back at her while she watched his thick, ropey, adolescent prick fill with blood, jumping and twitching. What must his cock be like now that he is a man? Jondra thought, hating herself for thinking it. Quickly she banished the thought from her mind. She was sorry she had ever remembered that incident from long ago.
I've got to stop it! she thought. He's got to stop it too!
Eric shook his head as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He grinned at her. "That's right. You are my sister. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute it was hard to think of you that way."
"Eric…"
"You're so beautiful, Jondra."
"Eric. I think we'd better change the subject. Did I tell you I've been babysitting lately? Picking up a lot of extra money for college? Hm, did I tell you that?"
Jondra's blood was thundering against her ears. Her skim was hot and prickly. Her mind was in a confused whirl. She felt so close to something dangerous that she didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let it happen again. They were both a little drunk, herself especially since she had never even tasted Scotch before. But if anyone was going to take charge, she could see it would have to be her.
"I think you did mention something about it," Eric said.
His eyes drifted down to her legs, where the skirts of her robe were again falling away from her naked creamy thighs. Acting firmly, Jondra tightened the sash of her robe and stood up.
"I think I'd better change. Get into something else. Don't you?" she said.
"No." Eric grinned, his eyes murky, friendly but dead serious.
"I mean," Jondra's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't any chance of…" But she couldn't go on.
"Of what?"
"You know very well what."
She looked down at her brother and wondered how he could be so calm about it. She was breathing so hard that her tits were heaving, which only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin.
"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then we're both really the same flesh, right? We came from the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and…"
He fell silent, and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Jondra had not budged a step since she had stood up.
"Well, I guess I've heard everything now," she said, trying to match his calm irony.
"No, you haven't," Eric said. His voice was now getting thick, clotted with excitement. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more, before you change? Just for family's sake."
"Why should I?" God, Jondra thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him. I'm just making it worse.
"Because I want to see you. You're lovely."
"Lovelier than Carol?" Jondra whispered softly, growing more ashamed of herself by the second.
For the first time, she let her eyes wander to the crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there. I should have taken a babysitting job after all, she thought with a mild twinge of panic. This is getting dangerous.
"Lovelier than anybody. I swear," Eric said.
"All you want to do is see me?"
"That's all."
"You won't touch?"
Eric gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids any more. "Promise," he said.
"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach tumbling with excitement, her body flashing all over with heat. "I don't believe you for a minute. Not for a minute."
But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging it, pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, her whole body this time, not just part of it. She wanted to pose for him as she had earlier posed for herself before the mirror, to show him everything, back, front, profile. She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was overwhelming.
In the split second it took her to pull open her robe and slip it off her shoulders, showing Eric, for the first time, every delectable inch of her supple naked body, her mind switched tracks and she knew the step had been taken. Like it or not, there was no going back. They would fuck now, and she would let it happen. She would even invite it, though she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve. She knew she was not supposed to let it happen, even though her body now seethed and ached for him.
She could see the lust on Eric's face as he scrutinized her naked body, now glowing and warm and flushed with the fires of her shame and excitement. Slowly she turned in front of him, showing him the high pale globes of her ass. She bent gracefully as he completed her turn so that her firm tits swayed outward and shook pertly, her long puffy nipples already erect as they swirled before his face.
"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.
Eric only nodded and licked his lips.
Jondra stroked her body delicately with her fingertips as if to show off her finer points. She traced the soft ridges of her ribcage where it flowed into her flat golden stomach. She raised her knuckles to the smooth curved undersides of her creamy tits and nudged them so that they jiggled and quivered. Eric's breath seemed to claw its way out of his throat.
The sound excited Jondra. She went closer to him, watching his crazed eyes devour her succulent tits. She was watching his eyes so closely that she squealed with sharp surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs. Eric pulled her forward strongly, squeezing her ass in both hands and pushing his face into her stomach, slithering his tongue into her navel.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" Jondra yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.
She jumped back from him, trying to act shocked and scandalized, though the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her ass had made her simply reel with hot thrills.
"Oh, Eric," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"
Eric obviously had a hard time battling his desire for her. But he managed to grin, and flex his fingers, the ones he had just dug into her bouncy ass.
"Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely.
"Now Eric… Eric!" she whimpered softly, baking away.
Her heart skittered and jumped more rapidly than ever as her brother stood up from his chair, bending slightly at the waist to ease the pressure on his bulging, pants-cramped cock. Jondra still felt the impressions in her bare ass where his fingers had sunk and felt a tiny trace of saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God, God, she thought. I should stop it now, before it's too late!
I can't let you fuck me! Oh, God, please, Eric, stop it yourself, I can't do it! I want it too much! she thought.
Slowly, deliberately, unbuckling his belt, Eric walked toward her. "Jondra… Jondra, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes racing over her nakedness.
Jondra kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his eyes, shaking her head. She was unable to make any sounds come out.
"Eric, you know we can't," she finally said weakly.
"Yes, we can."
He backed her up against a wall. The sharp gnash of his zipper sent hot needles of excitement through Jondra's trembling flesh. Eric's hands cupped her feverish face. His lips came down toward hers.
"No, Eric, no, no!" she whimpered. "What about… Carol?" she said desperately.
"You know what I think Carol can do," Eric hissed.
"But Eric…"
"It's you I want, Jondra."
His lips met hers, curving into them, his tongue slipping between her parting teeth. His hands dropped to her smooth shoulders, then down to her naked tits, and he filled his palms with them. Gently squeezing her full, warm tits, he kissed her cheek, her neck, then took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed flame into it. He pushed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering hotly to her at the sametime.
"Just say you don't want it," he whispered. "And I'll stop." Jondra moaned.
She couldn't say it. Wild horses couldn't drag the words out of her. I do want it! she cried to herself. I do want it! Her body was totally pliant and yielding, her cunt wet and achy. As Eric Frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing tits, she slid her hands under the elastic band of his shorts and grasped his hot huge prick. She freed his cock, her fingers stroking his prick urgently. I want it! She thought. I just want you to fuck me, Eric! Here, right here against the wall, if you want to! Or on the floor, or in the bed, I don't care!
Eric's lips trailed down her smooth shoulder to her left tit, and he licked her large pink nipple with hungry passion. "Just say you don't want it, Jondra," he repeated, panting, his voice strangled by lust.
Before Jondra could answer, she felt his mouth close over her pulsing nipple. She felt her nipple stiffen and flame with heat. Her legs weakened and her knees seemed to turn to jelly. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain standing. She pulled him against her so that she could feel the long, jumping, gristly stalk of his prick press against her naked belly.
Her breath whistled past her teeth as he hungrily slurped and sucked her throbbing nipples. She moaned and began to writhe in his grasp.
"Oh, Eric…" she murmured, "oh, Eric, are you going to fuck me? Are you? Are you really going to fuck me?" Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom. His hands stroked her long supple back, her pale ass, and her silky thighs while she tore at his shirt. Jondra skimmed his pants and briefs down his legs, stooping and clumsily licking his twitchy red cock. Eric pulled her to her feet, kissing her mouth again with rough, demanding passion. He pushed her on her back on her bed.
Shivering with excitement and frightening lust, Jondra yielded completely to her brother. She lay on the bed so that her feet still touched the floor, her knees spread, her ass perched on the edge of the mattress. The wet glistening furrow of her pussy was uptilted and gaping and totally vulnerable. She knew what he wanted to fuck her this way so he could stand on the floor and again leverage. She was in for a piercing fuck from the huge ramrod of prick flesh he was now lowering between her thighs.
Shuddering with the awful guilt of what they were doing and from her own incredible sexual arousal, Jondra submitted completely to his wishes. You can fuck me whatever way you want to, Eric, she thought. His hard, tanned, muscular body was so desirable that she wanted to swarm all over him. She wanted to kiss and stroke him everywhere and suck his gigantic cock into her mouth and feel his hungry lips burrowing madly in her boiling cunt. She knew that afterwards the guilt might be so bad that they would never risk fucking again, so she wanted to fuck him now.
Eric's hot, driving passion for her was so overwhelming that she had no choke. She had to give her body to him instantly. She had to let him ravish her and fuck her with his fierce cock until she bled with hot coming. She wasn't even afraid, because after what she had gone through with Joey and Ed she knew she could take anything. Put that giant cock in me, Eric, oh, Eric, baby, and fuck me to death with it! Please! she thought.
Jondra's body quivered out of control. "Ohhhh ah, baby, ph, Eric, we can't, we can't do this… uunngghhh! Oh, God, suck me, baby," she moaned.
She mewled deep in her throat as his mouth again went to her barely slackened tits and found each of her stiff, sensitive nipples again, giving them long, agonizing throat-sucks. Her frenzied fingers flittered over his hot, fiendishly hard cock, bobbing in readiness between her spread thighs. She pulled his throbbing prickshaft toward her open cunt slit, aching to be filled by his cock.
Her fingers on his prick drove Eric wild with desire. His hands stroked her smooth hips and steadied her pelvis. Carefully he lodged the swollen head of his cock in the wet folds of her pussy. Then he gazed straight into her eyes and slid the full length of his burning prickshaft deep into Jondra's flowing cunt. Jondra nearly swooned with intense pleasure.
"Ahhhnnn… nnuunnn ohnnn nuunnnn, oh, shit, ohhhbh, shiiiit! Oh, Eric baby, oh, yes! Yesssss!"
Eric did not pull his cock out immediately, but instead left his prick buried in her while he scooped her shoulders up in his arms and lowered his bare hard chest down on her tits and put his lips to her ear.
"Jondra… Jondra," he groaned in a husky whisper.
"Yesssss, oh, yessssss," she answered, her body undulating of its own accord beneath him.
Jondra had never felt such intense sexual and emotional pleasure mingled together. She knew he felt the same way, but neither of them could explain it. At the moment, all she wanted to feel was the joy of his huge prick fucking fiercely in and out of her.
"Fuck me, Eric," she whispered to him. "Unnnnngh! Oh, yes, like that. Unnnnuunnn oh, God yesss! Fuck me, baby, you can do anything you want to me, anything at all! Oh! Oh! Unghhh!"
He brought long shuddering moans from deep in her throat by drawing his long prick slowly out of her smoldering pussy until the head of his cock nearly escaped her clinging cuntlips, then sliding his prick slowly again all the way in. But the excitement and hot fantastic guilt of what they were doing made them both so urgent that they could not be slow and gentle for long.
Eric had placed her this way on the mattress for a purpose, Jondra knew. Soon they were both digging their feet into the floor, whooping and groaning and whimpering, their striving bodies writhing together.
Jondra clenched the muscles of her thighs and flung her pelvis up into her brother's raging, hammering, piercing prick, gagging and squealing with wild joy as she felt his huge, ravaging prick cram her cunt to the splitting point. "Oh, Jesus, fuck me, baby, fuck me, Eric! Oh, God, baby, do it, do it!" she cried. "Aaaanngghhhhh!"
She gasped sharply as hot tremors of pleasure ripped through her body with each deep lunge of his prick. She clutched him and squeezed him. She pushed her tits up into his grinding chest, and chased his mouth with her own, gobbling his lips and whimpering against his teeth.
"Ohhh, it's so good, so good!" she moaned. "Harder… unhh. Harder. Ungh!"
She was on fire, bubbling and seething with hot fuck-urgency, and she knew she had never felt this way before. The searing blade of his prick sliced up into her cunt, and her body shimmered with flame. She screeched and clawed his back and moaned with guilty passion, knowing it was her very own brother who was fucking her so beautifully. Their fuck was all made more intense by the thought that maybe she would never be happy with anyone else again, not after the blinding bliss of this moment, this fuck.
Wriggling and squirming and groaning beneath him, stuffed with the huge stalk of his prick, she shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly with her cunt-muscles and heard him moan with delight. She felt his strong fingers clamp into her back.
"Ohhhnnnn, you're so good to me, brother," she hummed, feeling the first distant rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward her. "Sooo good tome, so good, so goood – unnnhhh! Ungh! Oh! Oh, God, Eric, yes! Do it hard to me, ohn! Anngghhh! Harder! Oh!"
Now that she hung, trembling and moaning, on the verge of coming, Eric fucked his large prick into her with loving violence. Stabbed to the quick by his cock, Jondra's entire naked body flashed with fiery spasms as she flung her juicing cunt wildly up into his frantic thrusts. She squealed and raked his shoulders. Hissing, her breath clawing its way out of her throat. She gagged and sputtered, opening her eyes to look at his face, wanting to remember this moment forever.
"Eric! Oh, baby, oh, I'm going to come! Kiss me, oh, God, kiss me, quick! Ohm! Unh! Ohhhnnnnnnnn, God, kiss me, Eric, I'm…"
She groped far his panting mouth with her own, snaking her wanton tongue into his mouth. She spasmed repeatedly with fresh joys each time the fierce tbick spike of his cock buried itself in her wet, clenching cunt. She shrieked as his prick tore into her. Then she stiffened, grunting helplessly like an animal as her body shuddered for release, then exploded in ahot blinding rush of coming.
"Ohhnnueee! Angghh! Oh! Oh! Angghiieeece! Ummmmeeeeee!" she shrieked wildly.
Everything was obliterated but the glorious spasms of her climax. Her body was nothing but one shattering, blistering, throbbing heavenly spurt of pleasure. She swarmed up onto Eric's thrusting body, swallowing him with her throbbing flesh. Her flexing pussy sucked the cum out of him, and she heard him roar. She felt his body clench. He plowed his spurting cock deep into her creamy pussy. He squeezed her body so fiercely that Jondra thought she might really die from the overpowering shock of her orgasm.
And then it was over. Her brother lay panting and sweating on top of her. Jondra tenderly brushed his sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead and kissed him. She tightened her cunt around his still-stiff cock so that his prick would never come out of her, so that she would never have to give up this moment. She knew that nothing would ever be this sweet again.
"Oh, Eric," she whispered, gazing into his eyes. "Eric, Eric, Eric." It was all she could say. As he began to probe her aching pussy again with his fantastically hard prick, she knew that the night had only begun.