Watching the graceful scissoring of Sue Patterson's slender legs as she led the way through her house, Harry remembered the first time he had met her. Having seen her nude, it took no imagination at all to mentally strip her of the short terry cloth jacket she was wearing. His pulse still raced when he remembered the afternoon at the nudist camp. He was visiting Sue because of a combination of factors… the memory of her slender body, her small, pointy breasts, her thick black pubic bush. Then there was his own rekindled sexuality. Karen had released his bottled up urges, and he needed an outlet desperately. And Karen herself was one reason he was here with Sue Patterson. After getting him turned on and satisfying him that afternoon, Karen had been “unavailable.” When Sue Patterson had called, reminded him who she was, and invited him over for a swim and such (he had no doubt at all about what the “and such” was to be) he had accepted immediately, feeling he was also getting back at Karen.
Jan was another reason. His lithe, blonde daughter had suddenly, unaccountably, become a highly sexual creature. In the past week, half a dozen times or more, he had been forced to chastise her for appearing half nude. The sight of her fifteen-year-old, slender, graceful body sent his lust roaring. Sue was a safe outlet, and would protect Jan from him. “Here we are,” Sue announced, ushering him into the bright sunlight. “It isn't much, but it suffices when, for one reason or another, I can't get out to Paradise.” Harry gazed around the small, fenced back yard. A plastic and steel above-ground pool nestled in one corner. A few inexpensive lounge chairs were scattered around on the grass. A beach towel was spread near the pool.
A radio and a cooler were on the grass next to it. Sue Patterson demolished the image of the average suburban back yard by casually shedding her white terry cloth jacket. As Harry had expected, she wasn't wearing anything under it. His hands itched to touch her soft, sleek skin, to fondle her small breasts, probe into the thick bush of her pussy. His cock ballooned upward in his pants. “Now, let's find out if that tool of yours is as good as think it is,” Sue purred, moving over to him and beginning to strip him. Harry let his hands learn Sue's curves as she peeled his clothes off of him. Her skin was satin smooth. Her body was trimmer and harder than Karen's.
It was, Harry recalled with a pang, more like Sarah's body-before the cancer had robbed her of her health. He stroked his thumbs up from the base of Sue's breasts, feeling and seeing the yielding flesh mold inward and slide under his thumbs. He hit her nipples, bent them upward, pinched them against her body. They bounced back when his thumbs slipped past them. They were stiffer after his touch than before. “MMMmmm, yum!” Sue purred when she got to his prick. She dropped to her knees to help him step out of his pants. Her lips closed around his cock. She wet his staff with her saliva, bathed it with her tongue, and brought a hot, searing wave of lubricant rushing down it. Harry's hands curled around her graceful head ready to guide her blow job, but she stood up. Her lips met his, and he tasted his own secretions on? her breath as their tongues dueled. She pressed her slender, warm, athletic body against his. Her nipples scraped his chest. Her hands slid down his back and cupped his hard buttocks. She pulled him tight against her tummy. His cock was like a rolling pin between their bodies. Harry repaid her compliment by gripping her tail. He was surprised at the yielding softness of her small ass. He kneaded her economical buttocks, liking the fleshy rubberiness of them. He felt her humping her pelvis in response, grinding her hairy pussy against him. By turning slightly from side to side, she rolled and twisted his cock between them. The kiss ended, but not the ass-clutching embrace. Harry leaned back, and Sue leaned back. Her dark eyes were hot with passion as they pressed their hips together.
“Is there a Mr. Patterson?” Harry asked abruptly. “Of course,” she answered. “He was at Paradisio the other day. But,” she sighed, “he is in sales. He's on the road right now.” “And that's why I'm here,” Harry concluded. “No. You'd be here even if Jerry was here,” Sue countered. “In fact, he suggested I call you. Poor Jerry.
He's in Fresno. He won't be getting any tail today.” “An open marriage?” “Wide open,” Sue agreed. She bumped her pelvis against him. “Are we going to talk all afternoon?” she demanded. “No.”
Harry swept one arm down her knees and curled the other around her back and lifted her in the air without warning. “Ooooh, wow!” Sue yelped delightedly as he carried her to the towel and eased her down onto it. Her eyes were flashing with excitement. She stretched her lithe body sensuously. Her stomach was flat, almost concave. The thrust of her mons was prominent and inviting. Her legs were opened in a wide vee. “Any-time-you're-ready,” she hissed. Harry was ready. But, for the moment, he had other ideas. He had a sadistic impulse to torment her. Sitting beside her on the towel, he stroked one finger up the inside of one graceful thigh, then down the other.
Sue writhed, and bared her teeth. Placing his hand high on her thigh, Harry squeezed the soft flesh. He was so close to her pussy that her thick black curls brushed the back of his hand. He squeezed and kneaded her thigh, watching her stomach muscles quiver in response to the stimulation. Removing his hand from her leg, he transferred his attention to her nipples. They were dark, sharp, and had a fullness and texture that indicated she had mined a child at some time. He pinched the left one between thumb and forefinger, tugged, and watched her breast pull upward into a perfect cone. Then the rubbery tit snapped free. Sue writhed. “You are a devil,” she hissed at him happily. Sweat was shining on her forehead and cheeks, and her lips were gleaming. Harry said nothing. He continued tormenting her tits, rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb, twisting it, watching it stretch out as he pulled on it. He saw her ribs heave as her breathing became more ragged. Her stomach convulsed, knotted and unknotted as he tortured her breasts. Her arms were still raised over her head. Her elbows were bent slightly. Her fingers were curled like claws. She was not helpless, not tied down. But she was obviously determined to let him do with her as he wished. The pulse visible in her throat beat very quickly. She was so slender, he could see her heart throbbing just below her breast bone. Leaving her boobs, Harry placed his hand on that throbbing point, feeling the hotness of her body and the pounding of her heart. It felt like a small, frightened animal was trapped under his palm. He stroked his hand down to her flat stomach, over her navel. He pressed on her gut and felt her body yielding. He kept on pressing until there was a flicker of pain and fear in her eyes. But again, there was no attempt to stop him. It was as if she were enjoying her total submission to him. Her body looked very pale and vulnerable as the merciless sun glared down on it. He poked a finger into her navel. Her gut sucked inward in response. He bored his finger into her belly button, driving deep into her stomach. Her mouth opened in a circle of lust, which urged him to probe still deeper and harder. Then there was again a flicker of pain in her eyes. Not poking any harder, he wiggled his finger in the socket, and saw hot lust flare in her eyes. “Gawd!” she groaned, writhing feebly on the colorful towel.
The sun gleamed on her sweaty flesh. Her fingers were closing and opening spasmodically. Harry backed his finger out of her navel and slid his hand down her flat belly. He combed his fingers into her thick bush, feeling the hard arch of her pubic bone. Then he felt the humid, hairy softness of her labia and a slick sliver of her inner petals where they pouted hungrily. Cupping his hand to the curve of her crotch, he drove his finger deep into her hot, slippery vagina.
Her hips surged and writhed, searching for more. She was soaking, slippery, and wet, ready for him to take her. He finger-fucked her and studied the play of lust over her face, the ripples and muscular contractions of her belly, the heaving of her ribs. Curling all his fingers but the one he had in her twat, he continued finger-fucking her. The only contact between them was the finger he had in her slick hole. She spread her legs wide and bent her knees, jack-in.', her thighs so wide the tendons stood out. “Take me,” she whispered.
“God, don't torment me any longer. I need your cock, not your finger, you bastard!” Harry was pleased with her reaction, with the power he had over her. Drawing his drenched finger out of her vagina, he slid it up her crack to her clit. It was easy to find on her-a prominent, erect protrusion that he could roll with the tip of his finger. Sue was instantly reduced to helpless gargling. He rolled and battered her nerve-loaded clit until she was thrashing on the ground, her entire body twisting and jerking, frantically seeking a cock to pin it down and still its convulsions. He stopped toying with her with shocking abruptness. She opened lust-hazed eyes and stared at him, pleading, wondering. For a long moment he kept her in doubt as to his intentions. “Please?” she finally asked plaintively. “Please, give it to me? I'm hanging by a thread!” Harry moved in between her slender legs. On his knees, he leaned forward on one hand and aimed his cock into her thick bush with the other. Carefully, he worked the throbbing, purple knob of his phallus into her steaming grotto. Her thick hair scratched the tender flesh of his penis until he had the head of it set in the hot, sticky embrace of her vagina.
As much to torment her as to ease his entry, he combed the thick kinks of her black hair aside, feeling a few recalcitrant strands tug free from between his glans and her gripping folds. Spreading her hair and labia, he could see his prick nestled in the entrance to her cunt.
Gripping his staff, he wiggled it gently in her socket, as if making sure it was properly set. “Oh, God! Don't keep me hanging like this!” Sue moaned harshly. “Give it to me, goddammit!” Harry was more than ready, and Sue was more than ready. He gave it to her with one relentless thrust, not fast, not slow, just steady. He drove his aching phallus straight up into her hot, clinging guts. He filled her with his bulk, crammed the full, powerful length of his cock into her with one determined drive until he felt the tip of his organ jam against the end of her tunnel. “Aaawwww!” The long cry of pleasure came from the depths of Sue's soul. Her mouth gaped open as if she expected his organ to emerge there. She lay with her arms stretched straight out as if she had been crucified. Harry drew his phallus out of her until it almost slipped free, then crammed it back into her belly again. The walls of her vagina, hot, wet, creamy with her juices, slid past the nerve endings of his cock like liquid fire. His stomach muscles knotted. Finally, he lowered himself, let his full 155 pounds come down on the slender woman under him. He curled his hands up under her shoulders and clutched her as if he had to steady her. He began fucking her with just his hips, drawing his prick out, then ramming it back in. His pubic arch grated against hers. Their pubic hair cushioned what would otherwise have been painful impacts between their mangled flesh. He knew that every thrust was pulverizing her clitoris between the millstones of their pelvic bones. Harry's ecstasy was concentrated in his phallus. That towering organ was ablaze from the friction of her cunt. Tongues of flame were darting into his groin as his sperm was readied. It was like building a fire by rubbing two sticks together. He was smouldering, and a few more carefully timed strokes would bring him to the flash point, make his body erupt, fountain his fluids into his willing partner. Either she was corning, or she was being wracked by some terrible seizure. Under his crushing weight, her slight body was knotting and heaving as if trying to lift them both off the ground. She was wailing, and her head was rolling from side to side on the towel as she convulsed. Harry didn't stop while she came, but continued to hump into her, quicker and harder, sharper, until at last he felt the crest and knew nothing could hold back his coming any longer. He let it burst over him, felt his balls knot, his prostate clench, and his cock convulse as he poured his semen into her in a series of quick, determined, jolting blasts. Hauling down on her shoulders, driving up with his hips, he did his best to drive the head of his cock completely through her. His ass, his thighs, his calves, his feet-all cramped in an effort to add their bit to his titanic orgasm. His belly muscles clenched, forcing his cock still farther into her. He could feel her vagina spasming, and it made his cock keep pumping and convulsing. In a self-reinforcing reflex action, his convulsing cock made her vagina spasm, and her spasming vagina made his cock convulse. It went on and on until there was nothing left but the ache of total exhaustion. His firing chambers clenched one last time and held for a long, agonizing, ecstasy-jammed moment before his pleasure died and the blood burst free of the barriers and poured out of his cock and back into his limp body. Sue was the first to break the panting silence. She was stroking his back with her fingernails, making him break out in goose bumps. “Karen always has superb taste in men,” Sue sighed. Harry's brain stirred slowly to life. “What's with you and Karen, anyway?” he asked. “Just a little friendly rivalry is all,” Sue answered. “It's a game we play-I take her men.” “She's been avoiding me.” Sue stroked his shoulder, tracing the curve of the bone. “Of course, silly. It's my turn now.” “You mean…” “I mean, she's done with you. Her game is to bring strangers to Paradisio and introduce them to the joys of outdoor, public sex. She breaks 'em in, and then I take over.”
Harry felt a flare of anger at being used, then wondered if he really had anything to complain about The hell with it, he decided.
“I could use a swim and a drink,” he said, rolling off her.
“Beer okay?” she asked. “Fine.” “In the cooler.” They stood in the pool and sipped their beers while they cooled off. The water was up to Harry's chest and Sue's collar bone. “You have a daughter, don't you?” Sue asked. “You should take her to Paradisio.”
Harry bit back a sharp reply. “Jan's only fifteen,” he answered, hoping he didn't sound too square. “Must be difficult, trying to raise her without a wife,” Sue noted sympathetically. “We're doing all right,” Harry responded defensively. “Do you have any children?” “Two,” she answered between swallows of beer. “Tom is sixteen, and Judy is fifteen.” “You look young to have a son that old,” Harry noted. “Harry, you say the sweetest things,” Sue purred, flipping the empty can out onto the lawn. “Cooled off enough?”
“Yeah.” He followed her out of the pool. With his initial passion taken care of, Harry wasn't in any hurry. Lying beside Sue Patterson, he was content to soak up the sun and lazily explore her slender body. She seemed as languid as he was. She was gently squeezing his drained prick. He had half an erection and a pleasant, anticipatory feeling deep in his groin. He was lying on his side, studying the way her nipples reacted to being pinched, when the door of the house crashed open. He was jolted by the sound and rocked to the core when he looked up and saw a pretty,; young girl walking straight toward them. Slender as a; reed, her hair the same dramatic blue-black shade, the girl was a miniature edition of Sue Patterson.
For a moment, Harry debated making a break for his clothes in the hope of concealing from the young girl what had been going on. Then he realized it was already too late. Sue seemed totally unconcerned.
She didn't even release his cock, although it had lost every vestige of rigidity. She thumbed the rubbery, sensitive glans casually.
“Hi, Mom.” “Hi, Darling. Judy, this is Mr. Chambers. Harry, this is my daughter, Judy.” Harry wondered momentarily about the protocol of a meeting such as this. Should he get up? Sue still had hold of his cock, so he decided against it. “Hi,” the girl greeted him. She was extremely pretty. Her dark hair came low on her forehead in thick, luxuriant bangs. Her eyes, as dark as her mother's, were casually taking inventory of him. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and white shorts, so that her deep tan looked even darker. She appeared to be, as yet, straight as a stick, with no appreciable bust or waist. “Hi,” Harry responded, trying to sound as casual as she did. From the way she accepted the situation, it apparently wasn't all that unusual for her to find her mother and a strange man naked in the back yard. His cock was getting hard again.
“Going to take a swim?” Sue asked, still fondling Harry's prick.
“Oh, I don't know,” Judy sighed. “When's Dad going to be home?”
“Not for another week yet, at least. What's the matter?” For the first time, Judy seemed hesitant. “Oh, uh, you know…” she said vaguely. “Like that, huh?” Sue said. “Mr. Chambers has a daughter. I'm sure he understands.” Judy looked at him, and Harry felt his heartbeat quicken. Something about the way the girl was looking at him was extremely erotic and arousing. “Are you Jan's father?” Judy asked. Harry nodded. “You know her?” “She's a class ahead of me in school,” Judy answered. “Gee, she's pretty. You must love her a lot. She's got a real nice body.” Harry was fighting to maintain his cool. “Thank you, but I don't think I can take much credit for it,” he responded dryly. “What do you do when she gets horny?” Judy asked. Harry bunked. “Horny?” He knew what the word meant, but he wasn't sure Judy did. “When she needs a man?” she explained, as if it were the most logical question in the world. Harry looked to Sue for guidance, but found no help there.
He looked back at Judy. His eyes swept up her slender, gawky legs, her skinny, yet developing body. “She's a bit young for that to be a problem yet, he answered. “She's a year older than me…”
“Than I,” Sue corrected automatically. “Than I. And I get awfully horny sometimes.” Harry tried not to come apart at the seams. He had the feeling he had blundered into some preposterous dream world. Judy, age fifteen, had shaken him to the core with her casual talk of horniness. “Uh, Jan and I have never discussed it.” “You haven't? Gee, that's amazing!” Sue finally joined the conversation. “Judy and my husband have a very open relationship,” she explained. “We all go out to Paradisio together. We're a close family.” Harry mulled this over, and decided it could be taken only one way. He was jolted by the incestuous relationships that evidently existed in the Patterson family. And, for some reason, it aroused him far more than it shocked him. “Aren't any of your friends available? Or what about Tom?” Sue asked her daughter.
Judy fidgeted restlessly. “Naw, they're all off somewhere. Could we go out to Paradisio?” Sue shook her head. “I'm afraid not. Not today, Honey.” “Aw, gee,” Judy sighed, and toed the grass morosely. “I guess I'll have to do myself. That never works for very long though.” Sue darted a mischievous glance at Harry, then looked back at her daughter. “Harry and I have had our fun for the afternoon. Maybe he would be willing to take care of that itch of yours, though.” Harry felt suddenly cold, then hot. “Now wait…”
“Would you, Mr. Chambers?” Judy asked brightly. “Gee, that would be absolutely super!” “I didn't say…” Harry began. Sue squeezed his prick, stopping him in mid-sentence. “I'm sure if you caught his interest properly,” she said to Judy, “that he would be more than willing to take care of you. I'm going to watch, though. You know the rule when you have a new man.” “I know, it's for my own good. You want to make sure they aren't going to hurt me,” Judy noted with a sigh of resignation. Harry had the feeling she didn't mind being watched, but resented the way the rule curtailed her independence. “Believe me, Harry, you won't regret it,” Sue told him. “But she's so young,” Harry protested. “And wise far beyond her years,” Sue argued. “The way all girls are these days. Look at her, Harry.” Instinctively, Harry knew that if he did look at the teenager standing over him, all would be lost. He looked. She began unbuttoning her blouse, began exposing her chest. As the material opened, Harry saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. When she stripped the blouse clear back and off, he was surprised to see that she did have something she could have put in bra cups. She had two gently molded mounds, each with a dark, erect nipple. Her torso tapered faintly to the waistband of her shorts. Harry's lust was seething at the sight of her slight, immature breasts. When she unbuttoned the waist of her shorts and ran the zipper down, his eyes flicked to the vee of exposed skin. No panties. The tight crotch of the shorts must have added to her horniness. The harsh white denim must have rubbed her crotch every step she took. Where the zipper ended, Harry got a tantalizing glimpse of a few black hairs. Judy pushed the shorts down over her boyish hips, dropped them down her long, slender legs. She was evenly tanned from head to foot. She was the image of her mother, except that she hadn't filled out yet. In fact, she looked almost like a boy. Yet, her developing breasts and her pubic region were definitely female. Her pubis was almost bare of hair. The few jet black strands were straight, rather than curly, and clung to her flesh closely. As a result, her labia were prominent, and looked almost hungry. “She's young, and hot,” Sue whispered softly, “and tight. She's done it all before. All you have to remember is to be gentle because she's small still.” Harry's cock was quivering at the sight of the naked teenager. His guts knotted as he studied her. His eyes swept over her sleek young body, her tanned skin, her demanding pussy, her small but anxious tits. Her perfect face was a study in lust as she licked her lips with the tip of her dainty tongue. Her eyes were fastened on his erect phallus, on her mother's hand still holding it. Gracefully, Judy dropped to her knees beside him. She had her slender thighs pressed tight together so that her pussy was almost hidden from him. He found the pose more erotic than her earlier wanton exposure. She sat up very straight and placed one graceful, warm hand on his hairy thigh. With her other hand, she took his wrist and placed his big, strong palm on one of her small breasts. Automatically, he curled his fingers to the gently rounded contour and felt her nipple, a pebble, against his palm.
Then, she slid her hand up his thigh and eased her mother's hand away from his cock. Her fingers were strong and sure as they curled around his huge, blood-engorged phallus. She pumped her hand up and down on his cock, milking a stinging flow from its tip as she slid the skin up the steel-hard core. “He's bigger than Daddy,” she observed softly. “You should know by now that size isn't everything,” Sue chided her daughter. “Oh, I know it. But it's going to feel so good inside me. I like to think about it before I put it in me. It's so pretty, too.” Startled, Harry looked down at his prick. Her tanned hand was dwarfed by the pale bulk of his organ.
A thick glob of lubricant gleamed in the slit at the tip, quivered slightly in the bright sunlight. His glans looked the size of a doorknob compared to the girl's small fingers. She pumped his phallus, making the skin flow along in front of her gripping fist. Then, easing his hand off her breast, she leaned over and took the knob of his cock into her mouth. Her lips caressed his prick, settled neatly into the groove behind the glans. Her tongue felt like soft, pliable ice as it bathed the nerve-packed head of his organ. The sight of her oral embrace, along with the incredibly sensuous feel of her mouth and tongue, brought a hot sticky flood from his glands. He felt her suck his thick lubricant from his prick before she lifted her head off his organ. As she pulled away, she kept her lips pursed around the rubbery purple-pink cap. Harry's balls knotted and shuddered, on the brink of an orgasm from the searing stimulation. Then he forced back the threatened coming, even though the pool of semen in his groin was larger than ever. Plunging his cock into Judy was no longer unthinkable; rather, it was unavoidable. She maintained control of him by straddling his strong thighs and resting her firm, muscular bottom on his legs. She fondled his prick and balls, studied them frankly. Harry was holding his head up awkwardly so he could see. Then Sue moved around and pillowed his head on one smooth thigh. The sight of Judy behind his cock was almost enough to frighten Harry. His prick looked like a giant's in comparison to her slender, young body.
Tipped upright in her small fingers, it seemed to reach better than halfway to her navel, though that had to be a trick of perspective. It looked broad enough to split her wide open. Then she raised herself on her knees and positioned her crotch over his column. Her pouting, hair-streaked labia were an inch from the head of his organ.
He could see a flash of pink in the heart of her crotch, could see her lust-distended inner lips. Her teeth clenched, her lips skinned back over them, she eased herself down on his phallus. He saw the head of his cock touch her as he felt her hot flesh against him. He was sure that if she tried to take the full bulk of his cock into her she would be ruined for life. Seeing the problem, Sue spit on her hand and reached down between Harry and her daughter and smeared his cock with saliva. She kept on doing it until the full length of his shaft was shining and slick with spit. Then, holding his prick steady with her fingers, Judy eased herself down on him. Her face, shining with sweat, was strained with lust and concentration as she eased his cock up into her tight hole. Harry thought of ritual suicide as she spitted herself on his titanic organ. Her labia were wedged open by his bulk. A gleaming pink gap showed, as did the hood of her clitoris and that pearly button itself. She worked her way down onto him in a series of measured jerks. A fraction of an inch at a time, he saw his organ disappearing into her barely pubescent twat. A fraction of an inch at a time, he felt her tight vaginal walls engulf his prick, rub his nerve endings into flame. “Aw,” Judy grunted.
It was a short, sharp snort of pleasure. “Big!” “Take your time, Baby,” Sue advised her daughter. “Aw, it's so good,” Judy whimpered. “I want to hurry. But I can't.” Harry had the urge to push upward with his hips, to vigorously thrust his prick up into the young girl. Desperately, he restrained himself, afraid if he did do it, he would ruin everything. The struggle to keep from goring her with his tool increased the intensity of his bottled-up lust.
Half his organ was inside her now. He was amazed she had gotten that far. But she kept on coming down on him, in a series of short, jerky drops that jammed a little more prick into her each time. The distance between her crotch and his pubic bush was decreasing slowly.
Just as his thick curls touched her, he felt the head of his cock nuzzle the end of her vagina, and he knew she was going to have to stop. She froze and licked her dry lips. “Can you get it all, Baby?” Sue asked. Biting her lower lip, Judy nodded tensely.
“In a moment. He's against the end now. He'll have to stretch me.
“Be careful,” Sue cautioned. “Got to have it all,” Judy moaned. “Oh, I'm so full! It feels like I have a baseball bat in my guts.” Harry felt like he was wrapped in flames. His whole body was seething with excitement. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. The vagina around his cock was incredibly, unbelievably tight and clinging. The feel of the tip of his cock pressing the end of her vagina sent delightful, unfamiliar messages of pleasure back to his brain. The sight of the slim teenager taking the last fraction of an inch of his cock into her was almost more than he could stand. His hands were resting on her smooth thighs. He resisted the urge to push down on them. Judy leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her head hanging, her eyes squinted with concentration, she let herself slowly down on his penis, forcing the last fraction of an inch of his organ into her body. He felt the grip of the end of her vagina on his glans increase as her tissues stretched. As her crotch settled firmly against his, she gave one last delicate wriggle of her hips and seated his cock firmly and completely in her guts. Then she lowered herself and stretched out on him, hugging him with her arms, gripping him with her knees and thighs as if she were riding a horse. She was as light as a feather. When he wrapped his arms around her, his hands met under her arms, completely encircling her, she was so slender. She began to fuck herself on his monster phallus, moving very slowly and gently on him, sliding her body against his.
Her nipples ground and twisted against his hard chest as she moved up and down, up and down. His cock was barely moving in her vagina since she was moving only an inch or so each way. It was just as well. If he had made his usual gross fucking strokes in that tight sheath, he would have come immediately. He could feel her clit, pinched between his pubic arch and hers, being ground and twisted between their hard bones. He could feel his harsh pubic bush clawing at her tender skin, scrubbing her raw. “Oh, Mama,” Judy whimpered. “Oh, it's so big, and so good. Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mamamama!” Judy tensed and pushed down as hard as she possibly could. He felt her vagina clenching and clenching and clenching around his phallus as she came.
“Ooooohh,” she sighed deeply, contentedly, as her coming faded away. “Happy, Honey?” Sue asked her daughter. Sue was still pillowing Harry's head on her warm thigh. “Oh, Mommy,” Judy sighed. “He hasn't come yet, Mommy.” “That's hardly fair to him,”
Sue pointed out. “I know it,” Judy acknowledged. “Oh, he is so big I can't believe it.” ' Harry had the feeling he was being slowly sawn in half, straight upwards from his groin. He had never experienced such incredible sexual stimulation without orgasming. He tried to fuck the girl, but the way she was on him, she just moved along with him, and his cock in her vagina remained stationary.
“Watch, Mommy,” Judy whimpered, lifting up off him. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to fuck herself on his phallus, lifting and dropping her boyish pelvis. Harry watched his prick emerge, then disappear into her again, amazed that he wasn't bloodied from tearing her insides to shreds. The friction between his prick and her vaginal walls sent him soaring upward abruptly. He moved his hips in response to her moves, then gripped her small waist and guided her.
Her pelvis began rocking and twisting as he pounded his cock up into her slender body. She was whimpering in time with the jolting blows of his hips against her. Her small breasts twitched, at each impact of her body against his. The head of his cock slammed against the end of her vagina with every stroke. “Again-again-again-I'm coming-again,” Judy moaned. “Oh, Mommy, I'm coming again. Awwww!” As she wailed, Harry felt her vagina spasming around his cock. The first thick blast of his semen erupted explosively from his phallus and burst against the end of her tunnel. He heaved his hips up until he had her balanced on him. His phallus bored deep into her fountaining pussy, he unloaded his sperm into her. His toes curled and his buttocks clenched as he spasmed thick goo into her. She sat on top of him as if she had been turned to stone. The hot blush of an orgasm showed through her tan as she balanced on his cock. His balls squeezed dry and gave one last aching clench before sagging into drained limpness. His hips sank back to the towel and Judy slumped down on top of him again. They lay in a heap in the sun as his penis slowly lost its bulk and strength and shrank inside her. Her vagina contracted in a series of pulsations as he decreased in size and stopped stretching her so brutally. “Oohhh, thank you, Mr.
Chambers,” Judy sighed. “Thank you so much.” “My pleasure,” Harry replied truthfully. What the hell should you say after screwing a fifteen-year-old girl while her mother cheered you on? Judy was months younger than Jan. As Harry thought of Jan, he felt a shiver go through his penis. That's all it took-just the thought of her in that tiny bikini she had worn to the beach. He was still thinking of Jan an hour later as he drove home. If Judy Patterson, at her age, knew what she did, what did Jan, who was older, know? He thought, too, of the incredible loving closeness of the Patterson family, the unbelievable sharing. It contrasted dramatically with Jan and himself.
Since Sarah had died, and even before that, they had just shared a house. He had no idea what Jan knew, or what she did on her dates, or anything. It was, he thought, something that had better change, before Jan came to some sort of grief. She was all he had left. He wasn't about to go as far as the Pattersons did, of course. But, at least he could talk with Jan and do things with her. Maybe a trip to the beach would be fun…
Thomas Benton
Daddy's Own Sweets