"Unngghhh! Get it in, all the way in! Oooohh, you're so fucking big, so hot and hard! Mmm, you're fucking me to death! Agghhh! Don't stop fucking me now; I'm dying for it; I'll die if you don't fuck me all the way!"
Sue, Ann and Lyn Barden stiffened into board like poses when they heard the throaty, husky cry issuing from their parents bedroom that afternoon. Had some mischief-maker – the school's authorities never discovered the culprit – not thrown a stink bomb into the central air-conditioning unit, thereby making the entire building unfit for human habitation until it could be fumigated. They would never have been released from school at noon of that day and allowed to go home. Thus they would never have decided to creep into their house in an effort at frightening their mother. They supposed that she would be sewing or cleaning house or engaged in dome other domestic duty and the idea of throwing a scare into her had attracted all three of the sisters.
Sue, had suggested the prank and her younger sisters had felt honor bound to carry through with it. Ann and Lyn might have backed out had they been by themselves but with Sue along to inspire them they could hardly do otherwise than to follow her mischievous example. They had, therefore let themselves into the house and moved silently through the lower floor in search of their mother. Not finding her in any of the downstairs rooms, they had pulled off their shoes and silently mounted the stairs leading to the bedrooms. As soon as they reached the landing, they heard the cry of a woman in deep physical distress.
All of them heard the words clearly and knew what they meant; Sue had already seen to that. While her sky blue eyes and cornsilk hair gave her an angelic look, the girl underneath was something quite different. She was already an avid reader of pornographic books and usually saved a quarter out of each week's allowance in order to rent one of the many luridly illustrated volumes which Tommy Harper made available to anyone at the Hammondville Public School who could pay the rental fee. Her reading of those explicit books had given her a fine knowledge of the ways of men and women and she had already attempted to translate some of the theoretical knowledge into practice. She would have succeeded too, except that she miscalculated the extent, to which she had already aroused Doug Matson, the youth whom she had selected to her accomplice in the project, and brought him to a climax as she was attempting to get his prick stuffed into the lightly fuzzed lips of her pussy. The flood of hot, sticky come which had emitted from his cock that afternoon had fired her desires, though, and she had wanted him to fuck her properly at the first opportunity.
Sue exchanged a meaningful look and a lewd grin with her younger sisters, both of whom were almost exact copies of herself, except that neither of them had the same pronounced bustline as she and neither had anything like the growth of downy, blonde fuzz on her pussy that Sue had. She lifted a forefinger to her lips in a gesture for silence and tiptoed toward her parents' bedroom. By maneuvering carefully she managed to peek through the open door. The sight caused her almond-shaped eyes to widen with astonishment. For a moment she imagined that her father had, for some strange reason, put on one of her mother's wigs before he had started fucking her; the male figure she saw atop her mother's heaving body had dark, almost black, hair, a far cry from her father's sandy thatch. She blinked and looked again, uncertain now. At that moment a cry from her mother made it clear.
"Omigod, Lew, you're making me come again! Annggghhh! You stud-pricked bastard, you just can't stop fucking! Owwww! Unnggghhh!"
It was at that precise moment that Sue realized that her mother had herself a lover, a day-time boyfriend. She briefly regretted having been the instigator of an escapade which exposed her mother's infidelity not only to herself but to her sisters as well. Though she was terribly horny she had a sense of responsibility in matters that did not concern her own pussy and she realized that Ann and Lyn might find the scene a terrible one. It was too late for recriminations, through; her sisters were crowding around her. And even as she cursed herself for having been the means of enlightening them all about their mother's behavior, she felt a strange, awful power at work within her loins, a force even more gripping than the one she had felt when she had fist fucked Doug into that premature climax.
For all her regrets, and they were genuine enough, Sue discovered that watching a couple fuck was far more exciting than reading about it or even looking at the exceedingly frank, detailed pictures in the books she borrowed from Tommy.
Her pussy throbbed and ached when she leafed through those exciting pages, to be sure, but that was nothing compared to the electricity she felt at work between her legs when she saw her mother tossing about on her bed and working her loins against that stranger's body.
Her mother's cries became even more strident as her passion mounted to a peak – Sue was the only one to realize what was happening – and her body's contortions grew more violent. The girls stole occasional peeks into the room, not daring to stand there and gape steadily, but when their mother began sobbing and heaving at her shrillest Sue pulled them away and led them back down the stairs.
She motioned for them to put their shoes back on and gather up their books, which they did, and follow her outside. They went out the back door so as to leave the house from a side opposite to the one where their mother lay. Sue deliberated for a moment and then led them down the alley to the corner farthest from their house. There they sat on a concrete bench at the bus stop and waited.
Soon they saw a stranger come out of the narrow, wooded lane leading, up to their house; he got into a car parked down the street and drove off. As he walked away, Sue recognized him as Lew Devons, a business acquaintance who had occasionally visited at their house and usually showed up at her parents' parties. She said nothing about this to her sisters.
Lyn and Ann naturally wanted to know if their mother had really been fucking that man and Sue said that this was exactly the case. Lyn showed a great deal of wonder at this; she had never realized that fucking could be so strenuous, so much an all-out effort. All three of them were naturally surprised to hear their mother speaking so frankly about her lover's cock and her need for it; Stella Barden could sometimes be provoked into profanity but they had never heard more than occasional "damn" or "hell" from her lips. But they had never seen her being fucked to within an inch of her life either.
"Let's go back now," Sue told them as soon as Lew had disappeared. "Jeez, that was so fucking sexy I'm dying to get into my panties!"
Ann and Lyn readily agreed to that. Ever since Sue had taught them how to stroke their naked pussies into spasms of sexual glory they had been avid masturbates. They were able to generate a surprising amount of sexual feeling and, guided by Sue's more abandoned example, they wasted few opportunities to work their little slits into frenzies of lusty delight.
This time they trooped into the house in their usual noisy fashion. A canny observer would have noted something strange about them, but their mother was far too shocked to do anything but run into the bathroom and lock the door behind her. She had been lying in bed and spreading Lew's superabundant seminal discharge over the tops of her thighs and her lower belly – she loved to bathe her fingers in come as it ran out of her pussy – and the sudden noise unsettled her. She grabbed up her dress, pulled the bedspread up and dashed into the bathroom as quickly as she could. There she squatted over the toilet and wiped Lew's sperm off her body as best she could, using wads of toilet tissue, then flushing it all down the drain. She fished a used bra and a soiled pair of panties out of the laundry hamper; a moment in front of the makeup mirror and a quick brushing of her long, dark hair restored her to her usual degree of loveliness. When she emerged from the bathroom and called down to her daughters, no one could tell that she had, only minutes before, been thrilling to orgasmic shudders of the most powerful kind as Lew drove his big, swollen prick into her cunt for the last time and shot off his huge balls with a sudden rush of lusty joy. Even Sue, pretending to a maturity she did not have, was surprised at her mother's composure and air of complete innocence.
Stella inquired into the reason for their sudden appearance and listened calmly as they explained about the stench which had swept through the school.
Sue watched her mother carefully while the younger girls talked and she could see no sign of worry or nervousness on that lovely face. Truly, she concluded, her mother was a cool one! She hadn't been so cool, though, when Lew had been between her legs, shoving that big hard cock of his into her cunt, Sue reflected; the memory of that stirring scene burned vividly in her mind and continued sending hot flashes of arousal through her young body.
After Lyn and Ann had finished their explanation, Stella nodded thoughtfully – no doubt thanking her stars that she had been so lucky, as she believed she was – and then told the girls that she had to go out and do some shopping for dinner.
As soon as she was out of the driveway, Sue led them into the bedroom, where they pulled back the top sheet to examine the bed. Sure enough, there was a wet spot in the middle of the bottom sheet. Sue looked at it and felt a powerful surge of sensual power jolting through her pussy when she realized that she was looking at some come which had run out of her mother's cunt. She explained the significance of the spot to her younger sisters and they all gathered around to sniff it. The pungent odor of semen, strong and musky, with the added aroma of Stella's overworked cunt, made them all twitch nervously. It was the first time any of them had ever smelled a man's came – and they reacted to it strongly.
"Wow, it must be out of sight, getting that stuff shot up your hale!" Ann murmured, looking down at the spot with large, dazed eyes. "Or maybe in your mouth, the way you said some people do!"
They stood around the bed for a moment, all eyes fixed on the telltale spot. They gazed don at it, conscious that the mere sight of Lew's come was making their tender young pussies hotter and more sensitive; all of them were reliving that scene and seeing their mother throw her cunt up at the plunging, heaving man as she cried out from the depths of her passionate arousal. Sue was leaning against the bedpost at the foot and icily rubbing her love mound over the massive wooden column; the contact aroused her further and inevitably reminded her of something alive and warm and hard with lusty excitement – a cock.
Finally she could stand it no longer. She pulled up the bedspread, arranging it neatly. Then she led her younger sisters into their own room – they had a huge room at the rear of the second floor – and began undressing.
Lyn and Ann followed; equally intent upon what they were about to do, and soon they were all naked. Young Lyn felt a little ashamed of parading her nudity in front of her better developed sisters; there was only a slight mound behind each of her nipples, though those tiny pink cones were amazingly sensitive, and the flesh of her pussy was totally bare. She still had a boyish figure, bony and angular, but she knew that her pussy possessed an extraordinary amount of life and that if someone were willing she could easily get a cock stuffed into her tiny slit; she had experimented enough with her fingers to be sure of that.
Ann, as audacious as her older sister in her own special way, suggested that Sue get out the latest picture magazine she had rented from Tommy. The girl did so, bringing, out a magazine titled Come! and threw it on her bed while her younger sisters gathered around. They stood side by side looking down at the cover. They saw a voluptuously curved black woman lying flat on her back, her big breasts jutting up like pyramids; a man straddled her stomach and directed his cock, big and swollen with lust, down at those swelling cones of dark flesh. The cameraman had caught him in the act of expelling a tremendous blob of sperm – the liquid cream shone brightly as it arced out over the dark flesh – and several other, blobs of the same cream already dotted her breasts and throat. The woman's face had an expression of pure ecstasy as she watched the man's prick expel its bad.
"Man, they really shoot off a lot, don't they?" Lyn breathed, working a finger up and down her little cunt; although the flesh around it was as bare of hair as was her belly, she could still generate a pleasing flow of that warm, musky lubricant from her tender young cunt, and her finger slid easily up and down that tingling furrow.
"Imagine swallowing all that!" Ann chimed in, equally busy on her own pussy, which had a light covering of champagne-colored fuzz but was no more sensitive than Lyn's. "It looks like cold cream, almost!"
Sue reminded them that no cold cream, or any other manmade liquid, had the passionate quality of a man's come. Her younger sisters had heard all about Doug's enthusiastic discharge after Sue had jerked him off as she was trying to get his cock stuffed into her cunt; she had described it for them over and over until they could virtually relive the episode themselves. After giving them all a chance to examine the cover picture, she turned the page; the magazine had been handled enough that each page lay perfectly flat as it was turned.
The publishers had wasted no space on text or other distractions from the pictures; every page showed exactly what the magazine's title implied. The first two pages depicted other men in varying stages of orgasmic delight and they were quite as thrilling to see as the cover shot. One picture showed a man straddling the same black woman. In this shot she had captured his big cock between her breasts; he was fucking forward and the head of his prick was only an inch from her big, opened lips and he was shooting another load. They could see his ejaculation dripping off her cheeks, pearly cream against chocolate skin, and another big drop was squirting into her opened mouth. She had pressed her big breasts together with her hands, squeezing them around the man's huge cock. None of them really liked this picture, which they had seen several times before; it was erotically arousing enough but they all resented the woman for having such big, shapely breasts, so different from their own.
The second shot was a different matter. It was a close up of a woman sitting astride a man, facing his feet; she was holding herself perhaps a foot above his hairy loins. His cock, big and swollen with excitement, pointed up to the lips of the woman's pussy, which were still splayed wide evidently the cock had just slipped out of the cunt before the picture was made. The man's right fist circled his prick, which glistened with feminine wetness, and a big jet of cream was shooting over her dark-lipped pussy.
All the girls found this picture erotically stimulating, and they began stroking their juvenile cunts more fervently. Standing side by side, bunched together in order that they could all see the obscene picture, they touched each other's bodies. Their breathing was faster now, shallow and gasping.
Sue leaned forward to turn the page once more and this time they all gasped excitedly at the new pictures. The one on the left-hand page especially aroused them. It showed a girl's ass as she was kneeling over a man. They had finished their fuck and the man's prick lay sprawled limply across his belly. The girl's pussy gaped open lewdly and a flood of sperm seeped from it. By the looks of the picture, the man had shot part of his come onto the exterior of the girl's thickly haired slit but had deposited most of it in her cunt; a thick film of cream decorated the pink lips and blobs of the thick, sticky liquid seeped from her cunt, dripping down onto the lips and then on to the man's loins. It was the most exciting picture they had ever seen they all agreed, and they unanimously felt their youthful slits warming to an even higher degree as they looked at the intimate sight.
Sue began working her middle finger into the mouth of her cunt, rimming the highly sensitive opening and jerking her hips back and forth at the same time. She moaned softly, a sound of sexual arousal.
"Me too," Ann muttered thickly. "God, I can't wait any longer!"
They all sat down on Sue's bed at the same time, placing themselves in a sort of triangle so they could all look between each other's legs and watch their fingers at work. Young Lyn again felt a pang of envy when she looked between Sue's shapely thighs and saw the sparse covering of pubic hair.
The young girl desperately wanted to be a woman in the fullest sense and she lusted for the day when her own pussy would be as thickly furred as those in the books and magazines that Sue brought home hidden in her notebook.
Lyn and Ann masturbated by pressing two fingers alongside their clitorises; they knew that they could arouse themselves to the utmost simply by paying due attention to the flesh around those tingling cones of nervous energy.
Sue worked the tip of her middle finger into the rim of her cunt and swirled it around that throbbing aperture. She thrust her hips against her finger; the sudden increase in her arousal brought a low, whimpering moan to her lips.
Lyn and Ann worked harder at their own pussies, eager to finish before Sue. The sight of her finger working in and out of her cunt, growing progressively brighter and wetter with her pussy juice, stimulated them, and before long they were jerking about on the bed, grunting and sobbing ecstatically as they masturbated themselves into a frenzy of excited joy. Even young Lyn, barely old enough to menstruate, felt powerful jolts of pleasure swelling out from her clitoris. The trio heaved and sobbed until they had soothed the fierce, raging hungers which had inflamed their loins, then they sat back and relaxed.
"I wonder why she has to have a boy friend?" Ann wondered, voicing the question which plagued them all.
They all loved their father, a tall, burly man of about forty-four who could tease them out of any sort of depression; a fun-loving man who paid a great deal of attention to his three daughters, Harry Barden had always been a good father and husband. They had not been aware of any marital difficulties between him and their mother, whom they also deeply loved; indeed, they had more than once, within the last month, heard those same shuddering cries of animal delight issue from their parents' bedroom when they knew that their parents were fucking.
Lyn and Ann naturally looked to Sue for an answer, and she struggled to find a way of explaining their mother's infidelity. Finally the girl muttered that perhaps their mother was not getting enough prick from their father; she had read enough to have a vague idea that a man's sexual desire started tapering off at some stage of his life – she did not know when – and she told her sisters that this was probably what was happening between them. None of them could have mistaken the sound of delighted joy with which their mother had greeted Lew's prick as it plunged in and out of her cunt, so they knew that her own desire was still as strong as ever.
Lyn voiced a desire that their discovery did not mean they had uncovered a serious breach in their parents' marriage; none of them wanted to have to live through a divorce. Several of their friends had gone trough that and, by all accounts, the experience was to be avoided at all costs.
"Maybe we can help some way," Lyn eagerly suggested, only to draw a scornful look from Sue and a question as to how they might render assistance. Lyn shrugged.
They got off Sue's bed after a moment and began putting on their halters and shorts, and Sue put the magazine back in its hiding place. By the time their mother had returned from her shopping expedition, the girls had lost every sign of their sexual excitement and appeared to be a quite normal group of adolescents.