It must have sounded fine, for both girls hurried to comply with Steve's suggestion. Maybella climbed on his stomach, her long leg straddling his groin so that the edge of her fuck hole butted up against his stiff, straight pecker. She started working her hot cunt against his shaft, moaning as she pressed her pussy into his cock, rubbing her clit back and forth over his thick, rubbery tool. Steve felt like two tiny wet hands were massaging his huge tool.
Mary Anne rolled over and knelt over his face, her legs spread so wide apart he could see beyond the outer lips of her cunt to the wet inner lips. They were spread like petals on a deep pink rose, revealing the dark pink pleasure hole awaiting him. Her pussy hairs looked like a swaying blonde forest as he gazed up into her cunt. He reached up and circled her slim hips with his big hands, pulling her down onto his face so that her open pussy was resting against his mouth. He licked his lips, then began thrusting his tongue into her cunt, wiggling it around and around as he drove it further into the warm, moist recesses of her pussy.
"Oow, Steve, that feels so good. Push it in as far as it can go. It's just like getting fucked, but it's almost better. Your tongue's so soft and wet, it feels better than anybody's finger," cried Mary Anne.
"Steve, I want to sit on your cock now. Can I, Steve, please?" pleaded Maybella, rising to her knees so that her snatch was poised over his rock-hard cock.
"Oh, yes, yes," groaned Steve. "Ride it good, stick it in all the way. It's hard as a hunk of granite just thinking about getting into that sweet fuck hole of yours."
That was all the encouragement Maybella needed. She grabbed the stiff shaft and started trying to work Steve's massive cockhead into her tight young cunt. The pink tip went in easily enough, but Maybella's narrow tunnel of love rebelled at taking in Steve's thick, hard pecker. Maybella moaned softly as she tried to cram it in, pushing her cunt down with all her might.
"Steve, I can't get it in. I don't understand it; I never had no trouble fucking anybody else. 'Course they was all boys, mostly. You're the first full-growed man I ever had. Why won't it go in?" A tiny tear of frustration slid down her softly rounded cheek and plopped onto Steve's stomach.
"Your match is just so tight and young, that's all, honey. Just relax. I know my cock is thicker than most, but it'll be crammed all the way up your cute little pussy in a couple of minutes, I promise. Now, try to relax your muscles so I can get it in," instructed Steve, pausing momentarily in the delicious meal he was making of Mary Anne's writhing snatch.
Maybella tried to calm down; Steve could see her firm breasts heaving as she took deep breaths and tried to loosen up her tight muscles so Steve's dick could fill up her hot little pussy. He felt some of her love cream oozing over his partially inserted shaft. He reached up and rubbed some of the sticky substance down his pulsing peter.
"Push hard, Maybella, when I tell you to. You're juicing up real nice now. We shouldn't have any more trouble. Okay?" Steve asked, rubbing more of her love cream down his cock.
Maybella nodded, her eyes squeezed tightly closed. The effort of kneeling so high over his tool stretched the firm young muscles in her slim thighs taut. Steve couldn't wait to feel them gripping him hard as she rode his aching tool.
"Okay, then, NOW," yelled Steve, thrusting up with all his might as Maybella plunged her hot moist cunt firmly down onto his cock. For a moment everything seemed suspended; then Steve finally felt the silky smoothness of her quivering cunt wrapping itself tightly around his probing pecker as Maybella plunged downward till her dark, curly pussy hair mingled with Steve's pubes. He could feel the hard bones of her crotch pressing down on either side of his balls as she tried to wriggle even further down.
"Don't stop now, baby," he urged her. "Ride it good and hard; wait'll you fuck my thick shaft against your clit. You're gonna go crazy," Steve chuckled.
"So am I," complained Mary Anne. "Leavin' me just hanging here just 'cause she's too dumb to know what to do with a grown-up cock when she finally gets her cunt on one!"
"Don't be mean, Mary Anne. You ain't never had no grown men, neither. Just them puny boys in school. So shut up you hear? You ain't even tried it yet," snapped Maybella. As if to prove her competence she started bucking energetically up and down, pulling up her pussy till it was almost to the tip of Steve's pounding pecker, then banging it down till everything but his hairy balls disappeared up her accommodating cunt. Steve thought he would go crazy. Her match was so tight it felt like a second skin sliding over his own.
Mary Anne pushed her gaping pussy into his face impatiently. "If you're done playin' teacher you can go back to eating some real pussy, Steve, honey," she urged him, moving her hips so that her moist lips dragged slowly back and forth over his mouth. He opened it and caught one of the plumply swollen mounds in his teeth. Mary Anne tricked delightedly as he started nibbling and licking her pussy. As his tongue explored her smooth, wet depths she wriggled even more ecstatically.
"Wish your tongue was as long as your pecker," giggled Mary Anne, cramming her snatch down into his mouth. "Course you'd look pretty fanny with your tongue hangin' down to your waist, I reckon." She laughed at her own joke, then stopped talking as she grew more and more excited by the tingling waves of pleasure Steve's tongue was wringing out of her compliant young cunt.
With his tongue buried up Mary Anne's fragrant fuck hole and his pecker pounding rhythmically in and out of Maybella's tightly clenched cunt, Steve thought he would explode any minute. His can were ringing and he could feel the pressure steadily building in his thrusting cock. Mary Anne was writhing and moaning uncontrollably as she moved her cunt faster and faster over his mouth; he could feel her little balloon of a cunt practically popping under the caresses of his wetly probing tongue.
Maybella's eyes were screwed tightly shut and her thighs and knees gripped his side, squeezing him so hard he felt like his ribcage was caught in an ever-tightening vise. His pecker felt like the focal point of the universe, he knew he was going to come soon now.
Suddenly Mary Anne gave a piercing scream and he felt her cunt start to tremble uncontrollably as she shook with the force of her come. Her lips turned from pink to deep rosy-red as wave after wave of pleasure kept her jerking and bucking over him. He felt her hot cream wet his tongue. It was smooth and soft, like her sun-warmed skin.
Maybella started to pound faster and faster. Her eyes looked almost glazed as she rammed her cunt over his ready-to-bunt pecker. The strong musdcs inside her snatch contracted around his dick every time she slammed her pussy down to his balls; it felt like he was being alternately squeezed and released by a hot, wet suction pump. He could feel the come starting to rise in his cock even as Maybella started shrieking and writhing from side to side and up and down. Her hot little cunt contracted spasmodically around his pecker as she came and came, calling his name at the top of her lungs and digging her smooth thighs even tighter around his muscular body.
Both girls coming at once was more than Steve could stand. "Don't stop, Maybella, don't stop now, for God's sake, I'm coming too," he cried, urging the exhausted girl on top of him to keep pumping her match up and down for a few more minutes. The prospect of Steve's big cock shooting a load of cum up her still steaming cunt revived Maybella enough to keep her pumping diligently away. Steve's eyes screwed shut and his chest heaved up and down so that Maybella could see his muscles bulging and rippling as he concentrated on shooting his wad into her cunt.
Steve's big hands circled Maybella's trim waist and spread over her heaving hips as he helped her bounce up and down on his huge, stiff pecker. The smooth pinky-white skin that covered her hips was as soft and velvety as the inside of a rose petal. And what a cunt! Like tight warm elastic, just big enough to take in his oversized rod, and not one bit bigger. Just thinking about her hot match was ill. Steve needed to send him spuiting over the brink. His cock responded like someone had finally taken his finger out of the dike and let the flood waters break through. His never-ending stream of cum splashed into Maybella like it had been shot out of a high-powered rifle. She screamed delightedly as he continued to shoot his wad into her. It hit her so hard she felt sure it was goingto keep right on coming till it spilled in a sticky warm stream right out her open mouth.
"Ooh, Steve, you come so nice. It feels so good inside. I feel like I'm filled right up to the top with your cum. I love it! I bet Mary Anne's jealous, aren't you, Mary Anne?" said Maybella tauntingly.
"What have I got to be jealous of? I caine too, you know. Best I ever had, too. So there," replied Mary Anne, who had wiled off Steve and now lay propped up on one elbow. Steve and Maybella had been so engrossed in their fucking they hadn't noticed Mary Anne watching them. Steve wondered absently what two people fucking looked like to somebody who was just watching. Silly, probably, he decided.
"Yeah, but you didn't get to feel that great big old cock of Steve's stuffed all the way up your cunt," responded Maybella. "I did, and if I was you, I'd be jealous. You don't know what you're missing!"
"Well, maybe Steve will show me some time. Will you, Steve?" implored Mary Anne, looking up at him through thick curly lashes.
"I expect that can be arranged," replied Steve with a laugh, his eyes resting hungrily on her soft little pussy. Her pubic hair made a downy blonde triangle between her long legs. She giggled when she saw where Steve's brown eyes were resting. She ran a hand between her legs, twining her fingers in the downy blonde bush and slyly watching Steve to see what kind of effect she was having on him.
Steve looked longingly at the spot where her fingers disappeared into her down-covered snatch.
How he would love to push those fingers aside and sink his cock into her golden cunt. But this was already his third time today, and he knew that when his pecker finally came plopping out of Maybella's snatch it was going to be limply un-cooperating.
"Come on, Steve, show Mary Anne what all this fuss is about," coaxed Mary Anne, running her fingers over her but again.
"Patience, baby doll, patience. I haven't even pat out of one cunt yet and you're trying to get me into another one. What's the rush?" Steve replied lightly, stalling for time.
"Well, we haven't got all night, you know. Pa'll be missin' us pretty soon now," answered Mary Anne. "What time is it anyway?"
Steve looked at his watch, the only thing he was still wearing. "Six forty-five," he replied.
"Six forty-five!" shrieked Maybella, propelling herself up so fast that a load of cool cum dripped out of her snatch onto Steve's belly. "Sorry, Steve, but we gotta go," said Maybella, hunting frantically for her clothes.
"God, yes," said Mary Anne nervously. "Pa'll tan us good for bein' as late as we are. I think he goes looking for excuses to pull our pants down and whack us on our bare bottoms. I just hate it when he does that," continued Mary Anne matter-of-factly.
"Then why do you let him?" asked Steve incredulously. Both girls were certainly well beyond the spanking age.
"It's a sight easier than fighting with him. Don't hurt much, really. Think he just likes to feel up our buns," giggled Mary Anne, as she, too, started digging around for her discarded clothes.
"You want me to convince him to lay off you two?" demanded Steve, doubling his hands into huge, menacing-looking fists.
"Oh, no, no, Steve. Thanks, but we can handle Pa. Can't we, Mary Anne?" said Maybella quickly. She didn't want Pa to find out about Steve. Wasn't no way he was going to win a fight with Pa, not if Pa fought with a shotgun and Steve fought with his fists. She darted a warning glance at Mary Anne, who nodded knowingly.
"Maybella's right, Steve. No call for you to get involved. Nothin' to worry about, really." Mary Anne zipped up her shorts and her delicious blonde thatch disappeared behind the teeth of a zipper like a maiden being locked into prison. Even though his pecker wasn't hard again yet, Steve felt a familiar stirring in his crotch. How he hated to let such a pretty pussy get away unfucked!
Both girls paused a moment at the door.
"Can you meet us later tonight?" asked Maybella hopefully.
"Not tonight. Better make it tomorrow," he replied. Thank God Doris hadn't shown any signs yet of wanting to move on.
"Okay. Same time?" This time Mary Anne was asking the question.
"Let's make it a little earlier. It'll give us more time before your pa starts looking for you. How about two o'clock?" Steve reached out and rumpled Maybella's soft dark hair, then patted Mary Anne's rounded ass.
"Okay," grinned Maybella, reaching up to kiss him full on the lips.
"See you then," promised Mary Anne, kissing him even longer than her sister had, and opening her lips so that his tongue could explore her soft mouth. "And just remember, I get fucked first tomorrow, not Maybella!"
"How could I forget? Don't worry, my big fat cock'll be hard as a rock and ready as a bull in beat."
Steve gave the girls a few minutes to get away, then stepped quickly out of the unit, looking around to make sure no one was around. Seeing the coast was clear, he stuck his hands into his pockets and started strolling back toward number eight, and Doris.