As her father began to see more of Alice Duerr, Leslie began to look around for other sexual conquests. They weren't hard to find. Conquests was perhaps too strong a word. Pushovers was closer to the truth.
Leslie tried out for and became head cheerleader of the Washington Irving High School basketball team. Her friend Catherine and another girl, Betsy O'Brien, comprised the cheerleader set. Washington Irving had a successful basketball season. Their star player was a tall lad of Polish extraction named Hank Wallinchinski. Hank was handsome in the conventional sense. He had long, streaked blond hair, bright blue eyes, a prominent nose and an infectious grin. He also had the biggest cock at Washington Irving.
"Hank the Hump" as he was called by his teammates, was immediately attracted to Leslie and she to him. Of course she had heard stories about Hank tripping over it in the shower stalls, about having to wrap it around his waist so that he wouldn't toss the wrong thing into the basket, and Hank's huge appetite was attributed to the notion that he was eating for two, the other being it.
Leslie was definitely interested.
Toward the end of the season, Washington Irving's basketball team was scheduled to play the Brooklyn Bombers, a nearly all black team from Brooklyn High School. It was going to be the game of the season. Both high schools were undefeated and this game would cop the championship. Spirits were high on both sides. Just before the game started, Hank, wearing his warm-up jacket, and the white satin trunks with the green stripes which were the school colors, met Leslie. She was going over the cheers with Cathy and Betsy. She looked up when she became aware of his presence. Hank was six feet tall and although slender, proportionately built with one exception. Even his athletic supporter couldn't conceal the huge bulge in the front of his trunks, which was where Leslie's eyes were focused. In spite of his mammoth cock, Hank was shy with girls. He stumbled over his words as he asked Leslie if she would go out with him after the game if they won.
She smiled brightly. "Of course I will, Hank. I'll go out with you even if we don't win."
Hank grinned boyishly and went back to the bench.
"Wow!" exclaimed Cathy. "I wish he'd ask me."
"And me," sighed Betsy. "You have all the luck."
The game was intense and very close, but the Washington Irving team beat the Brooklyn Bombers by a scant three points. Hank's teammates lifted him onto their shoulders and paraded him proudly around the gymnasium. What Hank didn't know was that his balls were hanging out of his trunks. But Leslie noticed, and so did Cathy and Betsy, who were creaming in their panties.
Leslie waited for Hank outside the boys' locker room. He hurriedly showered and dressed, and rushed out to meet her. His hair was still damp.
"Hi," he grinned. "Where would you like to go? I've got my dad's car."
"Any place you'd like, Hank," she replied.
"What say we stop at McDonald's for a bag of junk food and just ride?"
"Sounds fine."
They got Big Macs, French fries and Cokes, and headed up the West Side Highway. The Beach Boys were playing on the car radio. Hank glanced at Leslie and asked, "Did you ever smoke grass, Leslie?"
"No, I haven't."
"You wanna try?"
Leslie thought about it for a moment. She had never been warned against taking it by her father, and after all, it wasn't habit forming.
"Sure, why not?" she said suddenly.
Hank lit up a joint, inhaled it deeply and handed it to Leslie, telling her how to do the process. "Draw the smoke in, suck it down into your lungs and hold it there for as long as you can, then let it out."
Leslie did as she was instructed. They finished one joint, ate the burgers and Hank lit up another. Leslie was beginning to feel marvelously relaxed. She was really getting into the music that was playing on the car radio. The station had switched to Rod Stewart. She closed her eyes and let the rock singer's twanging voice exhilarate her. "Have you ever been to the Cloisters?" she heard Hank asking.
"What? No, no, I haven't."
"It's a reconstructed medieval church that's filled with all sorts of old tapestries and things. It's really beautiful. It's too bad it's closed, but maybe, if there aren't any guards around, we can get into the grounds."
"I'd like that," replied Leslie dreamily.
Hank turned into the road leading up to the Cloisters. He was only able to go a short distance as the roadway was blocked by a chain.
"Let's leave the car here and get out and snoop around, Leslie."
The two young people got out of the car. They were both feeling very mellow and attuned to nature and their surroundings.
"Are you sure it's safe to leave the car, Hank?"
"Sure. Nothing will happen. I just won the basketball game and you're my girl."
"Am I?"
"Aren't you?"
The warm night breeze licked at their faces and contributed to their feelings of sensuality. As they neared the entrance to the Cloisters, the air became filled with the scent of new spring flowers.
"I don't see any guards, Leslie."
Leslie didn't reply, but ran the tips of her fingers lightly down his soft cheek. Hank was just beginning to get a beard and the delicate blond hairs stood up on end as Leslie touched them. He took her hand and kissed her fingers, then one by one he took them into his mouth and sucked on them.
"Let's go for a walk, Leslie," Hank said hoarsely.
They eased around the post which held the chain and looked in all directions.
"I don't think we better go up to the Cloisters," reasoned Hank. "It's full of art stuff and things like that. There's probably a guard wandering around. Why don't we just take a little stroll through the gardens?"
Leslie didn't answer, but kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Come on, let's go that way," Hank said, pointing to a narrow path between two giant bushes.
A thin sliver of moon, looking like a slice of lemon, hung expectantly in the sky overhead. The stars, their brightness diluted by thin gauzy clouds, stubbornly twinkled. Hank took Leslie's hand in his as they entered the woods next to the Cloisters. Shreds of moonlight guided them and night birds noisily welcomed them. The ground was covered with a mixture of spring grass and moss. Leslie reached down and took off her shoes and wiggled her toes in the soft, verdant carpet. They reached a small park. There was a fountain spurting water in the center of it and concrete benches on either side.
"I think we should stay out of the open," Hank cautioned.
"Let's go that way," suggested Leslie, pointing to a clump of tall trees.
Hand in hand they hurried across the grass and disappeared into the sylvan shadows. Hank, following suit with Leslie, took off his shoes, tied the laces together and slung them over his shoulder. They walked into the center of the small forest. The trees became taller and meshed overhead so that it seemed that they were in a great cathedral made not of masonry but leaves and foliage. They sat down on the ground at the base of a large elm tree and leaned against the trunk.
"That grass is dynamite, isn't it, Leslie?"
"I don't know about that. All I know is that I feel absolutely wonderful."
He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face between her breasts. Leslie was just wearing a thin scoop-neck T-shirt and he could feel her nipples pressing against either cheek. He opened his mouth and sucked on each nipple in turn through the T-shirt. Leslie sighed and twisted his straight blond hair through her fingers. Hank caressed her firm young breasts and asked almost naively, "Can I feel them?"
"Of course," Leslie replied as she slipped off her T-shirt and undid her wraparound denim skirt so that the only thing she was wearing was a sheer pair of bikini panties.
"Oh, wow," groaned Hank as he saw her beautiful young body. "Oh, WOW!" He stood up. Already Leslie could see the huge bulge in his pants growing larger. Hank pulled off his polo shirt and stepped out of his jeans. He was wearing Jockey shorts, but even they could not contain his impending erection. He turned away from Leslie and bent over to take off his shorts. His ass was high and muscular. There was an indentation on each buttock, and a small patch of blond hair right above the crevice of his ass. Leslie could feel the juices in her cunt begin to flow.
She stood up and hurriedly took off her bikinis before Hank turned around. When he did, her eyes fell upon the mammoth cock hanging between his legs. It was much larger than any one she had seen before. Hank stared at the fine light brown triangle between Leslie's legs. They stepped toward each other and embraced. Her flesh was warm, and the warmth of their bodies flowed one into the other. He caressed her firmly on the buttocks and brushed his lips over the lower half of her face. He stopped for a moment to suck on her chin and lowered his head, making small, teasing circles of wetness on her neck. Then he moved even lower, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He could feel the nipple go rigid. He sucked it softly at first and then exerted more pressure. He bit on it lightly and then moved over to the other, to repeat the action.
Leslie kissed his hair, running her tongue over his blond tresses and pulling on them with her teeth.
"Don't stop, Hank. Please don't stop."
Hank didn't stop. Slowly he lowered himself to his knees. His tongue made a wet trail down Leslie's stomach. He stopped at her navel and twirled it around inside, then moved downward. He could feel the soft brush of her pubic hair against his chin, and then against his lips. He could taste the delicate pink slit of her vaginal lips. He eased her legs farther apart and pressed the lower half of his face against her crotch, rubbing his face from side to side over her cunt. He ran his tongue lightly over her vaginal lips and opened his mouth and covered her completely. Leslie gasped and pulled his head closer. Hank sucked noisily on her cunt, finally pulling away and grinning with pleasure.
"Much better than a Big Mac."
Using his fingers, he gently parted her outer lips and buried his mouth once again over the soft moistness of her pussy. He jabbed his tongue inside, lathing the soft membranes of her vaginal walls. His tongue tickled her clitoris and he sucked and chewed on it until it grew as hard as a peanut. Hank wrapped his hands around Leslie's ass and pulled her down to the ground.
They were both on their knees facing one another, their hands rapidly touching and exploring each other's body. Leslie snaked her hand between them and clasped his cock.
"It's sooooo big, Hank."
Soft, Hank's cock was about five inches long, but it could grow to a length of nine or ten inches, depending on how excited he was. Right now it was swollen to its full ten inch length.
They lay back on the grassy carpet. Hank's cock pointed skyward. Leslie knelt over him and moved toward it. She wrapped her fingers around the base, feeling and fondling it, then she glanced at Hank's face and smiled slightly. She moved her head downward and kissed the shiny cockhead, then she stuck her tongue out and trailed her tongue around the tip of it. She slid one of her hands down between his legs, cupped his heavy balls and squeezed them gently. Then she began to drag her tongue back and forth along the upper side of his thighs, where his pubic hair began.
The muscles in Hank's legs knotted as she worked on him. She covered his skin with her lips and tongue from his knees up to his balls and then she pressed his cock against his flat stomach. She dragged her tongue up the full length of the underside. She took the base of his cock in both hands and began licking it. Hank groaned and thrust his cock up at her with his hips. Leslie licked her lips, opened her mouth wide and let it slide between them.
Hank's buttocks rose and fell as the muscles of his legs hardened. Leslie closed her mouth around his cock with a strong sucking pressure and moved her head back and forth, letting it slide out of her mouth almost all the way. She let the head of it rest on the tip of her broad tongue. The tip probed into the slit of his cock, spread it apart and toyed with it. Then she opened her mouth wide once again taking the giant Polish kielbasa inside. This time she took almost all of his cock. Her lips were stretched taut around the thick shaft as she worked the entire thing down her throat. Farther and farther, until her lips finally pressed against his pubic hair.
Leslie held it tight in her throat until she began gasping for breath, and slowly, very slowly, she pulled her head back, disgorging the giant cock from her mouth and throat.
"Hey, where'd you learn to do that?" asked Hank not unpleasantly.
"My daddy taught me," she replied.
Hank didn't take Leslie seriously. His thoughts were on his impending climax which was beginning to swell up inside of him. Leslie went back down on his cock and continued her rapid cocksucking. Her face was flushed and her lips damp. Hank watched his swollen cockhead disappear into her mouth, followed by the pulsating shaft. Her hands opened and closed on his heavy balls, accompanying the steadily accelerating rhythm of her mouth, driving him toward a tumultuous climax. He placed his hands on the top of her head. His large fingers combed through her light brown tresses.
Hank couldn't hold back any longer!
He stiffened his legs, the muscles in his thighs bulged, as he listened to his own pulse pound wildly in his ears. Leslie wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and jerked it quickly. A long, deep groan issued from Hank as his come shot upward and began racing through the shaft of his cock. At that moment, Leslie pulled her mouth away from the cockhead and stuck out her tongue. The come gushed into the air in hot, white spurts. Some of it landed on her lips, some of it on her tongue. Eventually the remainder splashed on Hank's stomach. She bent over and began licking it up until she had swallowed every last drop.
After he came, Hank lay still, savoring the delicious feeling which always followed his climaxes. The night air was warm, the stars were bright, and he was aware of Leslie lying next to him. He fished into his pants for another joint and they shared it. His desires heightened by the grass, he said to Leslie that "turn about is fair play, and I want to suck your cunt."
He knelt down between her legs, lowered his head and began blowing hot breaths against Leslie's pussy. He spread her legs farther apart and pressed the lower half of his face against her crotch and rubbed his lips against her cunt. He trailed his tongue over her labia, then opened his mouth and began sucking her.
Leslie gasped and began moving her hips back and forth. Hank sucked noisily on her cunt. He pulled apart the outer lips and buried his mouth inside and began lathing the sweet membranes of her vaginal walls. When the tip of his tongue touched her clitoris, Leslie cried out. He wrapped his tongue around her clit and began sucking on it until it was stiff.
Leslie threw her legs apart. Her cunt yawned wider. His tongue dashed in and out as he lapped her labia. Leslie groaned and thrashed about on the ground. His tongue titillated her swollen clitoris as she thrust up against him, undulated her hips and driving her pussy against his mouth. Hank lapped at her cunt wildly, savoring the sweet young taste of her twat.
Suddenly he pulled his face away from her crotch and sat back, his buttocks resting against his heels. Leslie's face was twisted into a mask of sensuous passion. Her lips were parted and glistening with saliva. Her eyes glowed and her nostrils were flared. She reached out and grabbed Hank's giant prick and pulled it toward her until it touched the soft hair covering her vulva. Hank eased his hips forward until the head of his cock was pressed firmly against her cunt. He wriggled his hips from side to side, working his cockhead into her. He remained motionless for a moment, then he felt Leslie's fingertips dig into his muscular buttocks. She pulled him into her.
The warmth of her cunt wrapped around his giant prick, and he began fucking her with long, hard strokes. Leslie responded to him completely, pushing her pussy up against him. He put his hands on her thighs and lifted her legs until her feet rested on his broad shoulders. He kept her buttocks cupped in his large hands. He slid his cock all the way in until their pubic hair meshed together.
Upon reflection, Leslie was sure she wouldn't have been able to take all of Hank's cock if she hadn't been so relaxed from the grass.
Hank grabbed Leslie's calves, opened them wide and began spearing the huge prick in and out of her pussy savagely. His balls slammed against the smooth flesh of her ass.
"Oh, Hank," Leslie gasped, "Ohhhhhh… Hank!"
Hank worked faster, thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt with lightning speed. Suddenly he felt his balls tighten. Leslie's cum whipped up against him to meet his lunging prick, and suddenly her body lurched as she began to climax. Hank thrust his hips forward and let himself go, shooting his steaming load into the depths of her cunt. The walls of her vagina clasped the shooting prick, squeezing it like a moist hand.
They lay for a long time in each other's arms. Gradually their normal breathing returned, but they did not move. They enjoyed the feel of one another's bodies and the warm, slightly sticky contact of flesh upon flesh.
"I suppose I'd better be getting you home," said Hank finally. "Your dad will be worrying about you."
"I wonder," Leslie mused.
They got dressed and retraced their paths to the park until they reached the car. Hank opened the door for Leslie and she slid inside. On their way back downtown, they finished the cold French fries and drained their watery Cokes.
When they reached the Grotens' Gramercy Park apartment, Leslie asked Hank to come in so that he could meet her father.
"But Leslie, it's past one. He won't still be up."
"Sure he will. And he's been waiting to meet you. I've told him so much about you and your ball playing."
As Leslie slipped the key into the lock, she could hear the stereo going. Her father had recently discovered rock, and was enthusiastic over several of the established groups as well as some newcomers. She led Hank into the living room. Her father, James, was stretched out on the couch having a drink, smoking a cigarette and listening to the latest album by Wings, Paul McCartney's new group.
Leslie introduced Hank to her father. James stood up. He was wearing a short silk kimono style robe.
"So you won the game, Hank?"
"Well actually, we all did, Mr. Groten."
"What can I get you kids to drink?"
Hank was surprised by the suggestion.
"I think we should have champagne to celebrate your victory. I think we've got a bottle or two in the fridge. I'll take a look."
"Champagne," Hank whispered to Leslie. "My parents would kill me if they knew I was drinking."
"Just this once it won't hurt. After all, you smoke grass."
"But they don't know about that either, Leslie."
James returned from the kitchen carrying a tray with three glasses and a chilled bottle of Mumm's champagne. The three of them sat down on the low pillow furniture which Leslie had selected for the living room and James worked at the champagne cork. It flew against the ceiling and bounced around the room before coming to rest on the carpet. James filled the three glasses and they clinked them together, toasting Hank and the team's success. After two glasses of champagne, everybody was fairly relaxed. James brought out another bottle and Hank asked him if he'd like a little grass. James feigned surprise. "Sure, why not? I've never tried it," he lied.
Hank spread his equipment out on the low coffee table and began to roll a few joints. James was well aware that his daughter and Hank had smoked before. He saw no harm in it. He wondered if Leslie and Hank had had sex yet. As he watched Hank roll the joints, he could not help but notice the large bulge between the young man's thighs. Knowing his daughter as well as he did, he was certain that they had had a sexual relationship.
The threesome finished two joints and two bottles of Mumm's between them. James put the Moody Blues on the stereo and the three of them lay back on the pillow furniture, each lost in their own thoughts.
Suddenly Leslie got up and announced airily, "I'm going to put on something more comfortable." When she returned to the living room she was wearing a sheer flowing caftan. The outlines of her beautiful young body were clearly visible and both men could see the dark red shadows of her nipples as they pressed against the almost transparent fabric. Hank watched Leslie as she moved about the room adjusting the volume on the stereo.
James glanced at Hank and smiled. "You might as well get comfortable too, Hank. I've got another one of these robes, if you'd like to try it."
"Go on," urged Leslie. "Besides, I like to look at your legs."
Hank accompanied James into the latter's bedroom, stripped out of his clothes and took the proffered robe. This one was red, James' was blue. James noticed the huge swinging cock that the young boy sported and was slightly envious. When they went back into the living room, the rock sound of the Moody Blues surrounded them. Leslie had turned the lights off and had lit several flickering candles. She lay stretched out across the pillow furniture, her light brown hair spilling across the material.
Nobody remembered exactly how it happened, or even who instigated it, but soon the three of them were lying nude across the pillow furniture, Leslie in the center. James and Hank began kissing her simultaneously, so that their three sets of lips blended together. James had opened another bottle of champagne. This time they didn't bother with glasses, but drank directly from the bottle. It began to rain outside, and the sound of the drops pelting against the windows and the air-conditioners added to their feelings of sensuality.
Leslie slipped her hands between the legs of the two men – her boy friend and her father and clasped their cocks. Huge as her father's cock was, it didn't compare to Hank's. Anxious to shock Hank, Leslie bent her head down to her father's crotch. She stuffed his cock into her mouth and began sucking on it avidly until his cock was stiff and fully erect. Hank, very high from the grass and champagne, leaned across the pillows and watched the action.
"Jesus, that's beautiful," he murmured. "Just beautiful, the way you suck your father's cock."
"Do Hank," James urged. "Get down on that big piece of meat, Leslie."
Leslie didn't need any encouragement. She slipped from her father to Hank without a moment's hesitation, and began sucking on the young basketball player's great muscular cock. Her lips parted and she slipped it inside her mouth, working expertly over his shaft, tonguing it and sucking it with fervor. She had crawled to her knees. Between her legs, James could clearly see the pink lips of her slit nestled in her pubic hair. He got down on his back and slid his head between her legs and began lapping her young cunt. Leslie rocked her hips back and forth, finally bringing her crotch to rest on her father's face, working her pussy against his mouth. James stiffened his tongue, probed inside, and began lapping her cunt. He looked backwards and watched Leslie as she sucked Hank's prong.
The three of them switched positions. Hank sucked Leslie's cunt while James straddled her face and fucked her in the mouth. When they tired of that position, they sat back and drank more champagne, passing the bottle among them.
"I'd like to suck both of you at the same time," exclaimed Leslie.
The two men complied. They stood up on the furniture and got very close to one another so that their cocks touched. James stepped back a bit so that the heads of their cocks were on the same level. Leslie on her knees scrambled forward and wrapped her hands around their cockshafts. Leslie could feel the heat from their cocks as her face came closer. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and managed to get both cockheads inside, but that was all. Her mouth was stuffed so full she was like a squirrel storing up goodies for winter. She ran her tongue around the cockheads, but was unable to get any further stimulation. She let them out of her mouth and began licking the four balls which hung in front of her. Using her hands, she stuffed one of Hank's balls in her mouth, and one of her father's and noisily sucked on them. The two men watched her intently as they stroked their own cocks. Later they lay back down on the pillow furniture. Leslie was facing Hank and James was pressed against her smooth back, his cock embedded in the crevice between her buttocks.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," James said softly. "While I do, Hank can fuck you in the cunt."
The two youngsters thought it was a delicious idea. James slid down to Leslie's buttocks, pushed them apart and began rimming her to get her ass thoroughly wet with saliva. He stiffened his tongue, stuffed it inside and massaged the tight entrance. Hank pressed the head of his giant prick against her wet slit and it slid in easily. James had more difficulty getting his cock into her tight ass, but with some maneuvering, he managed to work it inside. Leslie was in ecstasy, being fucked in her cunt and her ass at the same time. She began bucking her pelvis back and forth like a stripteaser, pushing her cunt against Hank's cock and her ass against her father's.
"This is delightful," Leslie squealed. "If only I had another cock… for my mouth."
"She's a bit greedy, don't you think, Hank?" grunted James.
"Perhaps, but I could probably get someone to fill the bill."
"Who?" asked Leslie.
"Terry Ferguson. He's on the basketball team," Hank explained to James.
"Terry," said Leslie. "He's not very good-looking."
"But you should see how he's hung, Leslie. Next to me, he's got the biggest cock in the high school."
"Well I'll think about it, Hank. I guess he's not all that bad looking."
Leslie began bucking her pelvis back and forth like an exotic dancer, twisting her cunt against Hank's cock and her buttocks against her father's. Hank came first. Leslie urged him to continue fucking her while she reached her climax. About the time she went into her orgasm, James began shooting up her ass. Both of them hung onto her until their peaks had subsided. Leslie smiled and looked at Hank and said, "Tell me more about Terry."
A few days later, Hank brought his teammate Terry Ferguson over to the Groten's apartment. Terry was a dark-haired boy who wore wire framed glasses. He was stockily built for a basketball player, and had an intense, bookish look about him. James was in the bathroom showering when Terry arrived. Leslie looked very sexy in a short skirt and a brief halter top. Terry eyed her hungrily as she came to greet him and Hank.
"Glad you could come, Terry."
She stared at the young man with smoldering eyes. Hank slid his hand around Leslie's waist and squeezed her buttocks. She seemingly didn't take notice of it, but continued staring up at Terry. Terry, on the other hand, was surprised by Hank's action.
Leslie led them into the living room. The boys sat down and she offered them each a glass of Chablis. At first Terry was reluctant to accept the wine because of training, but then he reasoned that after all, basketball season was over. James came into the room, his hair still damp, wearing only a towel wrapped around his slender waist. Leslie introduced Terry to her father. James sat down in a chair opposite the three young people, who were seated on the pillow furniture. Terry blushed when he noticed James' cock and balls were clearly visible to all. He wondered why neither Hank nor Leslie took any notice of it.
Terry's upbringing had been rather strict. Being from a Catholic family, his parents would never have been so casual in front of their children. However, because of the tight controls which had been exerted on Terry, he was quite repressed and highly charged sexually. Besides frequent masturbation, his two sexual experiences had been unsatisfactory. One was with a girl of fifteen who made it with everybody on the basketball team. Terry had found their sexual union together quick and extremely unfulfilling. Occasionally he allowed himself to be blown in the movie theaters by various older men who hung out in the balconies for just that purpose. These escapades made Terry feel guilty and were also not very satisfying.
Hank broke out the grass. He knew that that would get Terry more in the mood and relax his inhibitions. The four of them smoked in silence with no sound in the room except the stereo. Leslie suddenly stood up, took off her skirt and halter top and slipped out of her sandals. She was wearing nothing else except her panties.
Hank pulled them down and she stepped out of them. Terry looked at the action in amazement and his cock began to get hard in his pants. Hank took off his clothes and James threw aside the towel. The two men began sucking on Leslie's tits and Terry was becoming unbearably hot.
"Take off your clothes, Terry," Leslie urged. "The party's about to begin."
Terry pulled his sweatshirt off and fumbled with his zipper. Leslie watched in fascination as he stripped off his pants and pulled down his shorts. Hank was right. Terry was hung, and right now he had a thick, roaring hard-on. Leslie broke away from Hank and her father and wrapped her fingers around Terry's thick cock. She clutched the swollen shaft and squeezed it gently. She ran her fingers over his flat stomach and toyed with his curly black pubic hair. Then she cupped his heavy balls in one hand and squeezed them firmly. Terry groaned and began writhing on the pillow. Leslie started moving her hand up and down on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm. She ran her tongue over her lips and they glistened with saliva. Then she bent over and flicked her tongue out. She ran the tip of it over his flat, muscular stomach.
Leslie's nipples were hard from the sucking she had been getting, and there was a warm moistness in her cunt from the thrill of doing something so outrageous as having sex with her father and two young men at the same time. She continued caressing Terry's cock and balls with her tongue and then she gently nibbled at his smooth flesh with her teeth. Terry tentatively reached out and touched her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and massaged them, thrilling to her satin smooth skin. His sexual emotions were highly charged, and Terry began to let himself go. He bent over and caressed each nipple with the tip of his tongue. Leslie's hands grasped his cock more firmly. She felt his cockhead throbbing and she wanted to put it inside her mouth. She slid out her tongue and ran it over his pubic hair, and then holding his cock in her hands, she ran the tip of her tongue around the head of it.
Terry stretched out his legs and she opened her mouth wide and let the head of his cock slide between her lips. James and Hank moved in close to watch, the action.
"How does it feel, Terry?" asked Hank.
"Fantastic," Terry murmured. Leslie forced her head downward, taking the thick cock into her hot wet mouth. Terry felt the head of his cock touch the back of the throat and he groaned with pleasure. He had never experienced such total sexual joy before. He had only imagined that it existed, but now he knew that it did.
Leslie pulled her head up with a strong sucking pressure. She sucked all the way up to the tip of the head and then went down nearly to the hairy base. She gripped the stalk of his cock in one hand and continued fondling his balls with the other. She moved her head up and down with a rapidly accelerating speed. Terry lifted his head and watched as she sucked him off. The sight of his cock disappearing into the beautiful young face really excited him. He could feel his climax building up. He wished he could hold it back, but he was so excited that he knew he couldn't. "I'm going to come," he grunted.
Leslie sucked him in a frenzy, anxious for him to climax. Terry ground his teeth together and waves of wonderful sensation flowed through his body. He pushed his hips upward and cried out when it burst loose. Hot come gushed from his cock and Leslie swallowed it eagerly, squeezing his balls as he shot his load down her throat. She continued sucking until he was expended and his cock became soft in her mouth. Then she pulled her mouth away from his prick and ran her tongue over her teeth, savoring the taste of his come.
"How was it, old buddy?" asked Hank.
Terry was so shattered that he couldn't answer.
When Terry opened his eyes he saw that the party was still going on. Hank and James were stroking Leslie's skin, rubbing her breasts and fondling her cunt. Leslie wrapped her fingers around her father's cock and pulled him closer to her. She parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth. Hank and Terry stood up and watched as Leslie moved her mouth back and forth on the thick rod. Both Hank and Terry were rock hard and their cocks were sticking straight out. Leslie took their cocks in the hands and began jerking them as she sucked her father.
Then James pulled his cock out of Leslie's mouth and let Hank step forward and jam his cock down her throat. She sucked on Hank until he was nearly ready to explode. Then he stepped aside and Terry positioned himself in front of her. She opened her mouth wide and took in his fat prick. She sucked on him for a while, but Terry pulled away before he climaxed.
Leslie lay down on the pillow furniture. Hank lay down facing her and pressed the head of his cock against her cunt. The lips parted and it slipped easily inside. Leslie pushed her hips against his, taking all of his cock. His hands clasped over the cheeks of her buttocks. He rolled over on his back and pulled her on top of him.
Leslie got on her knees, positioning herself over his thick cock. Terry got on his knees directly behind Hank's head, and Leslie was able to suck him. James was eyeing the smooth, round buttocks. He got on his knees behind his daughter, taking his hand and rubbing it over his hardened prick. Then he pressed it against her anus. She stopped moving for a moment and waited until he had worked it into her asshole. Little by little, the cock penetrated her ass and Leslie began rotating her hips, savoring the feeling of being fucked from both sides and having her mouth stuffed with cock at the same time. It was just as thrilling as she had imagined it would be.
Terry bucked his hips against her wet sucking mouth. Leslie was in her glory. She had a cock in each hole – her mouth, her ass and her cunt. Hank watched with fascination as just a few inches above his face, Leslie was sucking off his friend and teammate, Terry. Her lips were wrapped around the wide prick and his balls shook as she moved her head furiously back and forth. He jammed his own cock up her cunt as far as it would go and at the same time James was plunging his meat in and out of her asshole.
Terry pinched the nipples of Leslie's creamy breasts as he began to feel the pressure of his impending climax constricting his balls. James, behind Leslie, was ramming forward with great thrusts, grunting like an animal as his cock invaded her ass. Leslie pushed her ass back against him to meet his ramming prick and moved her head faster on Terry's prick.
"Here I go!" Hank screamed. His thick load began to shoot up her cunt.
"I'm coming too!" cried Terry. "Fm shooting down her throat!"
James was groaning loudly and his own climax was surging upward. He clutched Leslie around the waist and plummeted his juicy prick in and out of her ass as he began to come. Leslie wanted to scream with delight. All three men shot their juice into her. She swallowed Terry's creamy come again and again and some of it spilled out of her mouth and fell upon Hank's face like the hot drippings from a candle. Terry withdrew his saliva coated cock from her mouth and fell back upon the furniture, feeling delightfully expended. James wiggled away from her ass and his softened cock came out with a loud, wet sound.
Hank kept his giant prick inside her wet cunt. He looked at Leslie's flushed face and said, grinning: "I think we've convinced Terry that sex is the best thing there is."
"I think so," replied Leslie. She bent over and licked the come which had fallen from Terry's cock to Hank's face. "Mmm," she murmured. "Good to the very last drop."