Pamela lay on her bed, a jumble of nerves. Her Cousin Tracey Wahl lay on the other bed, feeling equally frustrated. The two pictures were now back in place on the wall, and each of the girls couldn't get the sensation out of her cunt. It was a yearning need for a cock, something neither had ever felt, but something both had longed for, for more than half a year.
Both girls were totally naked, like the blonde had been earlier. And each was as different from the other as she was different from the blonde.
Pam was a little like her father, a bit on the heavy side, though it was really baby fat and would eventually disappear. She had reddish-blonde hair, cut short and fluffy. Her big brown eyes always had that innocent look in them and went well with her short, upturned nose and full, rosy cheeks. Her body, in spite of its cherubic appearance, was a delicious thing. She had large, upstanding tits, at least two sizes larger than those of the blonde. Her nipples were a soft brown, surrounded by half-dollar-sized areolas the same light-chocolate shading. Her waistline was a bit thick but would thin out in a year or two, and she had large, very round hips, as well as a large ass her father had often playfully cupped and squeezed. Her thighs were round like barrel cacti, and between them, topped by a mound of strawberry-blonde hair, was a sweet, puffy pair of cuntlips just barely parted to reveal the wet pinkness within.
She had been aching to feel a cock between them ever since the night she'd been awake and heard her parents grunting together. And she was fully aware the man she coveted most was her own father. She could have surrendered her cherry to any of a dozen boys hanging around the beach, but she wanted none of them. The only alternate to her father was her Cousin Marty, eighteen years old, her own age, and the brother of the girl in the next bed.
Tracey Wahl was very thin, with a pretty, maturing face in spite of her braces. She had soft brown hair not quite down to her shoulders. Her nose was also short and upturned, and her eyes seemed even more innocent than Pam's, if such a thing were possible. Her body was taking longer to mature. As Pam was the slightest bit overweight, Tracey was the slightest bit underweight. She had very small, round, firm titties. Her nipples were much thinner than Pam's, though when she was excited they grew to the same length as those of her cousin. Though way past the need for a training bra, she was hardly voluptuous. Even so, she was aware more than one boy on the beach would have given a lot to feel her tits. But she was determined her first fuck would come from a master, and the most masterful cock she had ever seen belonged to Uncle Ira. Her waistline was so narrow it could have been spanned by two large hands, and her hips were just now beginning to nicely round out. Between her slender thighs was a light patch of brown hair on top of what looked like an even more convex pouch of pussy than Pam's. It was the one part of her body to have matured faster than the rest of her. At eighteen, a year younger than Pam, she always felt a year behind in the fun. But this year, sharing the summer cottage with Uncle Ira, Pam, and Marty while her parents were off seeing South America, she got the distinct feeling she would be having a lot of fun. And after having viewed Uncle Ira at work, she was now positive.
"I'll bet Marty's got a man-sized peter by now," Pam ventured.
"I wouldn't know," Tracey replied, her fingers deep in her leaking twat, exciting herself all the more, still seeking some kind of fulfillment. "Marty and I haven't taken a bath together in eight years, now."
"Gee," Pam noted, sitting up and staring at her cousin. "I'll bet you're sorry."
"Well, you know how it is, especially with my parents. They're really stuffy. Heck, Marty's kind of a prude, too."
"I'll nail him," Pam assured her, "if you help me."
"I'll do anything if you can find a way to get that big prick of your father's into me."
"You talk like you know what it feels like to be poked in your pussy."
"I do," Tracey whimpered, rubbing her clit even harder now.
"You mean you've been laid?" Pam asked, incredulous.
"Heck, no," Tracey sighed, rolling on the bed, her thighs tightly encasing her rubbing fingers. "But I got rid of my cherry with a candle last year, and every now and then I use it again. I've already learned to come, a little."
"You're ahead of me," Pam admitted, watching the expert way the younger girl was fingering her gash. "I've played with my pussy a few times, but I've never been able to come."
"Well, it's something that takes time," Tracey explained. "I mean, getting a climax isn't the easiest thing in the world. You have to work at it, and that's just what I've been doing, fingering myself whenever I can, using my candle, and I'm beginning to come pretty regular now. Like… uhhh… now… I'm almost… oooh… there."
Pam watched as Tracey's slender body suddenly lightened, her muscles tensing as her head literally banged against the pillow. She looked as if she was having an epileptic seizure, and for a moment Pam was frightened. Then she recalled the goofy look on the face of the blonde her father had just fucked and sucked, and she realized Tracey was enjoying every bit of the sensation coursing through her body.
She waited until Tracey began to relax and breathe a bit more normally. Then she asked, "How did it feel?"
"It was the best one so far," the skinny girl told her. "Each one gets a little better, but no matter how good they are, there's always something missing. I can't figure it out yet."
"But you still like it," Pam stated.
"Heck, you'd better believe it. There's no other feeling in the world like it."
"Could you make me come?" Pam asked. "I'm dying to come. Please, Tracey?"
"Gee, I've never touched anyone else before. I was kind of hoping the first person I'd touch would be your dad."
"Well, how about doing it to his daughter instead?"
"Look, I'll make a deal with you. I read a couple of books about how women make each other come, and I'm willing to do it to you, but you have to promise you'll do the same thing for me another lime."
"Sure, Tracey. Did you think I'd ever leave you high and dry?"
"No, it's just that you have to do it the way I do it to you."
"Heck, if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me."
"Promise?"
"Word of honor."
"Okay," Tracey nodded, getting up. "You just lie back on the bed and spread your legs wide open. Then no matter what I do, you keep them wide open."
Pam lay back on the bed and parted her chubby thighs, revealing her juicy quim, soaked with juice. The mound of red-gold moss above it was also shining with her secretions. It was almost as if the girl's pussy was winking, and Tracey almost winked back.
Sitting on the bed, Tracey leaned forward, smelling the musky scent emanating from the depths of Pam's burning twat. Drops of colorless balm seeped out and dripped along the puffy labes before leaking onto the round thighs themselves.
Leaning forward more, still somewhat uncertain, she stuck out her tongue and caught a bead of the oily liquid as it came squeezing out from between the coral twatlips. Pam jumped just to feel the touch of the other girl's tongue, not knowing what was happening, but fully aware she liked it.
Sucking it into her mouth, Tracey decided it didn't taste at all bad, and began licking a bit more eagerly, letting her tongue slice into the slick silt between the divided pussylips. Pam bounced this time, hitting her nose with the center of her steaming twat. Tracey, in order to suck better, slid her hands under Pam's ass and gripped the fat cheeks tightly, squeezing them as her tongue licked through the gash again and again.
Pam suddenly realized the hot, slippery sensation she was feeling sliding into her burning twat was Tracey's tongue. It drove her wildly ecstatic, and she would have been battering her butt against the bed had not Tracey been holding it firmly in place while her mouth continued doing all sorts of unbelievably delightful things to her inflamed snatch.
Tracey could feel Pam's cunt hair tickling her nose, making the whole act even more arousing. She was drinking Pam's pussy water avidly now, thirsting for as much as she could get. Her tongue slurped into the frothing snatch and whipped out gob after gob. She rolled it to the back of her tongue and swallowed, anxious for the next gush.
Pam felt electricity shooting through her entire nervous system as the other girl's tongue became more and more educated as to the best places in her cunt to touch in order to arouse the maximum feeling in Pam. She couldn't bounce, but she could writhe, and so she did, trapping Tracey's pretty face between her hot, heavy thighs.
Now Tracey was swabbing the cunt-crack from top to bottom again and again, licking out the heavy dew as it continued endlessly pouring out. At one point her tongue swiped a little higher than she'd intended, and it came into contact with Pam's wriggling clit. The effect was as if a piece of ice had been touched to that area. In spite of Tracey's touch on her ass, Pam jumped and squealed.
Realizing she had found the most sensitive spat, Tracey began licking the fleshy extension with continuous pressure, pulling it tautly between her lips while her tongue lashed it again and again. It felt as hard and as small as a split pea, yet Tracey was fully aware of the progress she was making.
The smell and the fee of Pam's snatch surrounding her began to make her feel hot and bothered all over again. It was one of the things she'd realized was missing before – the closeness of another human being. True, she'd have preferred a man, yet she didn't find anything to dislike about the nearness of Pam. She licked and slurped fastidiously, feeling the liquid passion continue to flow in heavy rivers.
Pam shut her eyes and imagined the tongue was a man's cock, especially when Tracey hardened it into a stiff shaft and drove it deep into the explosive center of her shuddering pussy. God! In all her imaginings nothing had felt this good. The sensation was utterly blissful and totally indescribable. And from the way Tracey's tongue was lapping into her cunt, it was obvious to Pam that her cousin was enjoying lapping her twat. She, Pam, would be more than happy to reciprocate when the time came.
The aroma exuded by Pam's cunt was getting stronger, letting Tracey know she was doing more than arousing Pam. She was bringing her toward that orgasm she had so desperately sought. The knowledge made her lick her cousin's gash all the faster as she felt a sense of accomplishment. Her own cunt was juicing, and she knew she would need a come of her own pretty soon. Well, Pam had promised, and when she was finished eating out the older girl, she'd make sure Pam kept her promise.
Now Tracey's tongue began tantalizing the rim of her inner cuntlips, scouring the elastic edge of her hot hole again and again. And then her tongue returned to the aching, thrumming little button of pink hardness at the top of the velvety cleft.
Tracey's tongue massaged the quivering clit again and again, then once more returned to the peach like slices of Pam's pouting cunt, stopping only once to remove a strand of hair from between her front teeth. Then her tongue began sliding lower, teasing Pam's perineum, making the older girl shiver with a new set of delightful chills. She licked it lightly, barely touching it, driving Pam insane with delight. And then she stabbed her tongue a little lower, lapping at the puckered bung, alternating between licking and sucking. Her tongue ran in circles within the tightness of the other girl's vibrating asshole, and then, just as suddenly licked its way back up through the slick crack of cunt, right to the shuddering, twitching, aching clitoris.
This last was too much for Pam, and suddenly a new, completely different sensation totally overwhelmed her as she experienced her first orgasm. It swept through her with the power of a tornado, totally overpowering her. She bucked again and again as her thighs continued tightening and loosening, still clutching Tracey's lovely face between them.
Tracey felt both elated and jealous. It had taken her so long to achieve anything this intense, yet here was Pam already fully enjoying it. And in the meantime Tracey realized it would never have come about had it not been for her. So if Pam was really enjoying her orgasm to the fullest, it was because she, Tracey, had caused it.
Well, hell, if Pam could come this strongly the first time, there was no telling how overpowering Tracey's own orgasm would be when Pam began licking her pussy. Hell, she was more than primed, and it was just about time.
And Pam was more than willing, dreamy and relaxed as she felt. She figured if her own cunt had tasted so good to Tracey, then Tracey's pussy would present a veritable feast for her, though she had to admit she would much rather be tasting a good solid cock. Like Tracey, she had a yen for her daddy's dick, but knowing how old-fashioned and stuffy he was about such thin, she would settle for Cousin Marty's.
The object of Pam's dreams, Cousin Marty Wahl, was down at the beach lifting weights with two of his buddies. At eighteen, Marty had an extremely powerful build, though his muscles were sinuous like those of a cat rather than bulging. He was five feet nine inches tall, and would probably grow to six feet in the next two years. The fat of his youth was gone, replaced by thick, heavy muscle. He had dark hair, modishly long, looking almost incongruities considering how masculine the rest of him appeared. Facially, he bore a strong resemblance to his uncle, with finely chiseled features a sculptor might have created.
Along with Hairy Harry, the blond gorilla, and Bob, who was even more slender than Marty, he was taking a turn at pressing a hundred eighty pounds thirty times without stopping. All three wore bathing suits barely covering their crotches and nothing more.
As usual, their exhibition drew a small crowd, mostly girls. Many of the girls were well over eighteen and would have loved to have been fucked by any of the three muscle men, despite their youth. Not that their own boy friends were fat, but almost none of them possessed the powerful construction of which these three could boast.
Hairy Harry, so called because a carpet of yellow jungle matted his chest and peeked out from beneath his tights, was the strongest of the three. He pressed the barbells forty-eight times without pause, while the best Bob could do was twenty-six. Marty did the thirty presses, and probably could have gone another ten had he strained, but Marty knew enough not to bring on a possible hernia by showing off. He was the only one of the three not panting heavily when he finally put the weights down.
The three also practiced a certain amount of acrobatics, keeping their well-developed muscles toned and limber. It was Bob, the thinnest of the three, who excelled at acrobatics, able to do somersaults, handsprings, and mid-air body twists better than the other two. Hairy Harry was too muscular to do too much turning and twisting, though Marty was not only able, but performed with far greater dexterity than Harry.
They worked out for three hours every day, after which they put the weights away in a nearby cabana Hairy Harry's parents had rented for their son for the summer, and went swimming. After the swim, they returned to the cabana, where there was almost always one or two unattached girls waiting to be picked up.
Subtlety was not one of Hairy Harry's assets. He was a six-foot monster with a quiet voice, but otherwise he believed in the direct, honest approach.
That day, as they approached the cabana, two girls were standing there, waiting. None of the three boys had ever seen either of the girls before, but that was only natural. Very few girls bothered with Hairy Harry more than once. He was too athletic in his sexual activities. And though Marty had come to know and enjoy his one time with Lorelei, he had never seen her again after their fuck, not even realizing she was with his uncle as a direct result of having been introduced to him by Marty.
The three muscle boys stopped outside the cabana and surveyed the two girls. Both were over eighteen, and both were apparently out for their own amusement. Each was attractive, for though neither was a raving beauty, they had amply endowed bodies.
"You." Hairy Harry said to the nearest one. "What's your name?"
"Ann Marie," she replied.
"Yeah, well you can come inside and take a shower with me."
With his arm around her, he led her into the cabana, and as he was closing the door, they heard him say, "D'you blow? I hope you blow, 'cause I'm in the mood for a good lip-job."
"He likes to take command, doesn't he?" the other girl stated.
"That's the way he is," Marty replied, picking up a towel he'd left outside the cabana.
"I'm all that's left," the second girl told them.
"D'you boys want to share me?"
"No thanks," Marty replied, disliking the idea of sharing a girl with anyone. "I'm not in the mood. You can go with Bob."
"Suits me," Bob nodded, and he walked off with the other girl, not really knowing where to go.
Marty shrugged and watched them walk off. He wanted pussy, sure, but he wanted something nice and clean. Lorelei had been someone special, and that was why he'd allowed her to take him off with her, though they'd eventually ended up at the summer cottage rented by his uncle. Unlike the other girls on the beach, she hadn't come panting up to the cabana the previous day, when they'd finished their swim. Rather she had watched Hairy Harry and Bob each take a girl inside Harry's cabana, while Marty actually shrugged off the propositions of another girl. He had started the quarter-mile walk back to his uncle's bungalow, and she had fallen into step alongside him. She had started the conversation, and before he realized it, he had found himself fascinated by her.
When they had gotten to the summerhouse, she had walked in with him. There was no one home.
She looked around while Marty went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of soda. Her eye was caught by the photos of Marty's uncle, his aunt, his sister, and his female cousin.
"Pretty girls," she said to Marty when he gave her the soda.
"My sister and my cousin," he answered.
"I'm surprised you haven't tried something with them."
"You have to be kidding," he laughed. "I mean, sure I'd love to crawl into Cousin Pam, but I don't think she'd exactly go for it. I know Uncle Ira wouldn't exactly dig it."
"Who says he has to find out? And with a sister as pretty as the one you have, I'm surprised you haven't tried anything with her."
"It isn't that I haven't thought about it. But I read somewhere that if I tried something like that with Tracey and she reacted the way the books say she would, she could be soured on the rest of her life. Hell, I don't want that responsibility."
"That must be a pretty old book you're reading," Lorelei laughed. "The only reason for frowning on incest today is the possibility of pregnancy. And let's face it, there are a lot of ways for a girl to keep from getting pregnant."
"Oh, hell, I know that," he nodded. "Both my sister and my cousin have been taking the Pill for more than a year now, though I don't know why. I think they're as cherry as the day they were born."
"Then it's up to you to relieve them of that burden," Lorelei told him. "And since your sister can't get pregnant, I'll bet you'd be doing her a favor if you fucked her."
"Could be," he nodded. "I don't know. I mean, to be honest, well, I've fooled around a little, but I've never really gone all the way."
"Well then," Lorelei said, smiling, "I guess it's up to me to make a man of you. And don't worry about me. I take the Pill, too."
"God, but you have a nice pair of tits," he told her, looking at the way they shimmied under the band of bikini top.
He sipped his drink, then put it down and walked over to her. She stood there, letting his inexperienced hands wander over the two fleshy mountains, squeezing her nipples through the cloth. Eventually he stayed with the right nipple, squeezing and kneading it, feeling it swell beneath the pressure of his fingertips.
Lorelei felt herself responding instantly and realized it wouldn't take much to make a master cocksman out of this one. Her tits always immediately responded to touching. In fact, there were times when a man's eyes resting on them would make them grow. Now, as Marty's fingers began to amateurishly diddle the solid point of her full jug, warmth began flooding through her veins. He could see the joy in her eyes and understood he was doing the right thing. She also set her drink down, then straightened up, turned her face to his, and their mouths came together like a pair of clashing cymbals. Her lips were already widely parted as her tongue began licking his lips, teasing them apart, and then she tasted the slitheriness of his tongue. Her body pressed itself to his, and her cunt mound was grinding against his already swollen cock. What a shame. She would have loved to feel his rod slowly grow. Her hips rotated and she could feel the cock twitching.
"Oh, Jesus!" was all Marty could say as he reached behind her and undid the strings holding up her bikini top. His eyes flashed with glowing excitement as he saw her huge tits suddenly bounce free of the confining cloth. They were huge, with hard, thick points already fully enlarged, ready and waiting for him to chew on them.
"Let's do this right," Lorelei suggested. "Hey, I'm covered with sand, and you have a crust of salt water all over you. Let's take a shower together."
They walked into the bedroom he was using and stripped off the rest of their bathing suits. Marty began gasping, staring at the full beauty of her firm boobs, so much fuller than the smaller tits of other girls he'd known. The sight of her fully swollen nipples made static buzz through his balls, and he wondered if he would shoot prematurely.
Lorelei looked at his long, hard, thick cock. For such a young boy he was heavily hung. His rampant rod was about seven inches long. It had a nice thickness to it, too. Oh, she was going to love having that prick inside her cunt.
"Come on," she said, a wide smile creasing her lovely face.
Had he been an experienced man, she'd have teased him a bit, increasing his yearning, but this was one boy who was more than excited. She walked into the bathroom with him and waited while he adjusted the water temperature of the shower.
When the water was just right, they stepped into the stall, shutting the door behind them. Once again he began fingering her nipples, eager to suck them. But she forestalled him, saying, "Let's get clean first. Soap me all over."
She turned to face away from the needle spray of the shower, letting him take the bar of soap and rub it up and down her back and ass. But the more he touched her, the more his prick throbbed, dying to plant itself somewhere inside her. When he got to her firm ass, he soaped strongly, trying to press his cock into the hot crevice between her full asscheeks. His hands pushed her buns together until the pressure on his cock drove him insane, and he almost popped his wad against her tight asshole.
"Easy," she warned. "We want this to be good for the both of us. Take your time."
His trembling prick reluctantly withdrew from the vale between her asscheeks as his hands continued soaping her body, now reaching between her legs and caressing her cock-hungry cunt. He even managed to slide a middle finger into the aching depths of her steaming snatch, literally lathering it as she shuddered in response.
Finally he turned her to face him and began soaping her in front, starting at her dark muff and working up. His eyes remained locked on her soap-covered beaver, but she insisted he finish soaping her entire body.
His hands roamed all over her flat stomach, stopping only to probe into her navel for an instant, after which he moved the soap higher until he got to her tits again. He rubbed the swollen nipples briskly, making her look down past where he was touching her to the red-tipped, twitching prong pressing against her thighs. Her tongue came out and licked her lips, hungrily aware of how much she wanted that hot, hard cock buried in her cunt. She loved to watch the way his thick red knob swelled and receded in continuous pulsations.
He began applying heavier pressure as he soaped her tits now. His fingers squeezed her nipples almost unmercifully, making her breathe all the more heavily, feeling them compress like oversized raisins at his touch, only to spring back again. He continued using the soap the entire time, and soon her boobs were completely covered with white froth, little drops of soap and water falling from her nipples.
His hands moved back down the way they'd come, feeling the flatness of her stomach, and now the pressure in his nuts was becoming excruciating. He squatted, his face close to her bush of dark hair, his eyes following the way the hair curved downward, coming to an abrupt end at the top of her creaming split.
She shuddered and sighed heavily, leaning back and feeling her shoulder blades press against the hard, cold tiles. She was gazing between her tits at where his face was inches from her humid cunt. In order to keep his balance, he had to keep his thighs wide apart, and she was able to see his solid meat as it stuck out. Beneath it, his heavy scrotum dangled like an old-fashioned sling filled with two stones. His fingers were pressing her thighs, gently teasing her tender cuntlips, and she was glad he was using a mild soap.
With her head back against the wall, she shut her eyes, allowing his fingertips to send waves of lightning shooting through her cunt. She stood there, taking as much as she was able, chewing on her lower lip and almost biting her tongue. Then she parted her thighs even wider, reached down and gripped his hair to keep herself from slipping and falling. Thunderbolts seemed to course through her body as his fingers pushed into her blistering hole. It was too much. She shoved at his head and he went falling back. His hand came away from her frothing gash. He used it, along with his other hand, to break his fall, and he simply lay there on the stall shower floor, looking up at her, admiring the way her body loomed over him in all its wonderful curviness. Her eyes were smiling as she stared down at him, and at that moment, her face, which had seemed sexy but plain, now took on ax erotic radiance. He could see by the rise and fall of her heavy tits that she was panting.
She was unable to contain herself any longer. The sight of his marvelous cock was becoming too much. She needed something to fill her hole.
With handfuls of water she washed the soap away from her gash, and when it was completely rinsed, she said, "It's time for your first lesson. Glue your lips to that crack and let your tongue slide around inside."
"Huh?" he asked, staring up at her.
"You heard me," she said in a voice barely audible above the sound of the shower. "Kiss my aunt."
He stared at her twat, his eyes wide with anticipation. The wide-open gash looked even more tantalizing with water beating against it. A trail of water dribbled from her pussy hair in a dripping stream down along the inside of one thigh. The whiteness of the outer twatlips contrasted strongly with the pinkness within, luring him closer as he moved until he was on his knees.
Lorelei sighed in anticipation, eager to feel his youthful mouth press itself against her anxious aunt. She spread her thighs as wide as she could, making her sweet pussy more available to his lips.
His fingers once again touched her inner thighs, making her shake visibly. Then, ever so slowly, he brought his mouth closer, really wondering what pussy would taste like. His parted lips touched the slick lips of her flaming cunt, and she began spasming wildly, jolted from top to bottom at the mere touch. Then his tongue probed between the slick, gooey lips of her steaming twat, parting the sliced labes even more. And as the probing tongue sank in deeper, the girl began to tremble with delight.
To Marty, cunt tasted different. Not bad, not sour as he'd anticipated, but different. Not bad, not sour as he'd anticipated, but different. And the more he let his tongue wash around inside her hot hole, the more he began to appreciate the taste.
Lorelei slammed her head back against the wall again and almost cracked a tile. She felt no pain, not with the overpowering thrill of his tongue probing in and out of her blazing twat making long, loud sucking noises. The pelting of the water on her skin was like trillions of needles trying to force their way into her pores. She couldn't take it any longer, and even as he continued sucking away at her pussy, she found the handles and turned the water off. Enough water had cascaded over him to remove the grit and sand, anyway.
His tongue was licking higher now, getting closer to her throbbing clitoris. Each time he swabbed his tongue out of her steaming hole, it slid a little higher.
And then he suddenly found the pink pearl, and he pressed the flat of his tongue against it, hard. He rubbed his tongue back and forth, crushing it against the hardened circle of her tender flesh, feeling it press back against him. Now he rubbed his tongue almost viciously against her cunt, seeing the way she writhed and twisted, knowing he had gotten to her. He applied relentless pressure for more than three minutes, tantalizing the hardened nubbin of flesh. And then he got the idea to slide under her and pull her crotch straight down, his shoulders forcing her silken thighs farther apart so his lips could tease her inner labes as his tongue once again sank into the fuming inner depths of her gushing hole.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, her plea only encouraging him to go deeper.
Now his upper lip was rubbing her thrumming clit while his tongue sank to its full length in her flaming cunt hole. And then his tongue withdrew as his lips pursed themselves around her aching clit and began sucking on the extension of flesh as if nourishment could be withdrawn from it.
The blonde girl thought she would faint. A mistiness covered her eyes as heavy lust totally enveloped her entire body. Her hands went to her cannon-sized tits, squeezing the nipples until she actually felt pain. Even then, it was a sweet pain. The effect was to make her clamp her thighs tightly around his head, imprisoning it between her satiny thighs. This only served to make him suck her throbbing cunt with greater verve. The sensations followed one after the other, driving her wild with passion. She banged her head on the file wall behind her again and again in the hope of breaking the spell his tongue had cast, but the spell was unbreakable.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned, taken completely by surprise, unable to believe an inexperienced boy could cunt-lap so naturally. Her voice quavered as his lapping tongue and sucking lips continued their overpowering assault on her box. And at this point she didn't know whether a not she wanted him to stop.
Falling forward, she all but hung over his shoulder, still feeling the devastating effect of his pressuring lips and nibbling teeth on her quivering cunt. As it was, she was moaning and completely out of control. She leaned down and grabbed his ass, digging her nails into the firm cheeks. This only served to arouse him even more, speeding up the working of his mouth as he licked and sucked on her gushing twat.
She had always been quick to peak, and this time was no exception. Her orgasm swept over her like a torrential downpour, and suddenly he found himself drowning in an ocean of cunt juice. The liquid came spilling out of her boiling pussy, spilling into his mouth, nostrils and eyes as if she had all of Niagara Falls inside her snatch. He drank greedily, swallowing as much of the viscous cream as she released, feeling it flood his mouth and spill over onto his neck. The surrounding strain of her soft white thighs squeezing against his ears brought a pulsating thudding into his head. The sound of his sucking and drinking boomed inside his head.
The strength of her climax completely mystified her. She found herself crying and calling out, her voice echoing off the bathroom tiles and huffing her ears. She fell from his back onto the floor of the shower, and still his head remained rammed between her legs. He was still working away at her box, refusing to ease up in spite of the abatement of the flood. He wanted more.
And then, just as suddenly as his earnest cunt lapping had begun, it stopped. He pulled his face from between her thighs, backed up just enough to stretch her out on the stall floor, and then he threw his youthful body on top of hers. Her hand was there to grab his cock as he came down on her, and now she skillfully guided it to her waiting cunt, feeling the way its head was soaked in its own lubrication. She could feel the knob press strongly against her hairy labes and she almost hummed she felt so excited. Her climax, which should have been enough to satisfy her, had merely been the prelude to her next orgasm. The thick, spongy dome slowly pressed between her sopping pussylips, parting them gently like soft, tender gateways, and then his prick was sliding ever-so-slowly into her simmering snatch.
Her arms and legs surrounded him, her back on the cold, wet shower floor, and she felt nothing of the coldness or the wetness. All she could concentrate on was the pressure of his flat, wet stomach against hers, grinding and rotating. She countered, spiraling herself, pressing her hips higher, her cunt sucking on and clinging to the full length of his long, fat dick.
"Oh, shit!" he murmured. "That feels fantastic. Oh, Christ! It's the first time I've ever been in a cunt, and – oh God! – it feels unbelievable."
"You really like it?" she said, smiling, realizing she was on the verge of regaining control.
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" he exclaimed, starting to fuck his solid meat into her sucking cunt. He used long, deep, heavy strokes, making her murmur in approval as his solid prong seemed to sink even deeper into the weeping center of her flaming pussy. His hands were all over her, crushing her heavy, swollen boobs, her nipples surrounded by his palms and his fingertips actually disappearing into the soft flesh of her tits. The harder he squeezed the more she hunched her crotch up, twisting and spiraling so she could fully appreciate the full length and thickness of his lovely prick.
Her flaming hole gripped the in plunging shaft, doing its best to delay the way his rod continually thrust into her. He was knifing his sharp cock into her cunt with all the anger of a man skewering his worst enemy on his sword.
She grabbed his head and pulled it to her tit. His mouth automatically opened and swallowed the taut, solid nipple. He pulled a lot of her teat into his mouth, feeling the nipple scrape at the back of his throat, and still a lot of tit remained unswallowed.
The filling of his mouth with her jug seemed to increase his sensitivity. He began fucking like a maniac, and she reacted with a more distinctive raising of her hips. The water on the shower floor made it slippery and they moved from one side of the shower to the other and back again, still fucking away madly. His steaming prick seemed to be diving into her twat with even greater force, plunging even deeper, reaching into the very center of her womb.
"Put a finger in my ass," she begged.
At first he thought she was crazy, but when she repeated the plea, he reach bed under and plunged a finger into her asshole, making her to rise even higher each time he slammed down into her snatch.
"Wow!" she screamed, and the sound of her voice made his body jerk against hers all the more strongly. There was still a little soap on his finger, and it slid right in her bung, almost all the way. When he saw the way she was responding to his finger, he began sawing it in and out of her shifter in rhythm to the way his heavy cock was plunging into her hungering cunt. Soon he was not only plunging it in and out, but moving it circularly as well. It made her rebound from the bottom of the stall even more vigorously, and he suddenly realized there was no way in the world he was going to hold back his load. It suddenly came erupting from his balls and washing into her clinging cunt, flooding her with rivers of white sperm.
The heat and quantity of the cum-flood set her off again. There, on the shower floor, she bucked like a wild mare as she began coming a second time, feeling her climax totally overwhelm her. Her arms and le tightly crushed him to her, and with one and he held solidly onto her while his other hand continued running the forefinger in and out of her bouncing asshole. The jizz continued spurting from his cock into her twitching cunt until there just wasn't any left.
Afterward, when they finished dressing, Uncle Ira walked in, and Marty introduced Lorelei to him.