Harry opened the door. He was startled to see Mary Kay Anders standing on the front porch. Involuntarily, his eyes raked over her lush, round figure. She was wearing a bib halter and cut-off jeans, which were as tight as a second skin. “Hi, Mr. Chambers. Is Jan home?” Harry shook his head. Cripes, the girl was built like a brick shit house. “No, I'm sorry, she isn't.” “When is she likely to be back?” Mary Kay asked. “Could I come in and wait for her?”
“Come on in,” Harry said reluctantly. “I was watching a ball game on television.” “Don't let me disturb you.” The way her full breasts shifted and joggled under the thin material was hard to ignore. It was one of those strange rigs that tied behind the neck, and the back. It constantly threatened to let her boobs pop out. They shifted around inside it provocatively. The roll of her full ass in the tight jeans would have aroused a eunuch. Harry stumbled over to his chair and curled his fingers around his can of beer. He tried to drown in it, and drained it quickly. His mind was far from the ball game on the television. “I'll get you another,” Mary Kay told him. “Okay if I have one?” “Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks.” Harry tried to get his mind back on the ball game. He didn't mean to watch as Mary Kay bent over to look in the refrigerator, but he couldn't stop himself. Her well-rounded bottom was straining her jeans to the danger point. He was suddenly embarrassed about the state of the kitchen. The breakfast dishes were still on the table. When Mary Kay started back with two beers, he couldn't help watching as her breasts joggled invitingly under her loose top. When she bent over to hold his beer down on the coffee table and pop the top, he thought her breasts were going to fall right out. He could see her nipples, the soft material was molded so lightly to her lush, round mounds.
She took a long time, opening her own can of beer after she had opened his. Then she came around the table and sat down close to him on the couch. “Who's winning?” “L.A.,” he answered, hoping they still were. He hadn't really paid attention to the game since Mary Kay arrived. She used one hand to lift her heavy, dark hair from the back of her neck, then scratched the back of her head. The motion of her arm lifted and shifted one heavy boob in an incredible circular motion. When she brought her hand back down, she let it rest casually on his thigh. His cock swelled. He felt he should move her hand off him, but didn't. “Hot today,” she commented.
“Very,” he agreed. “Makes me wish I was naked. Do you like being naked?” “Uh…” “It's so cool being naked,” she went on. “I love the feel of nothing but air, all over my body. It's a very sexy feeling. Does Jan go around naked a lot?” She didn't wait for an answer. “My family goes around, naked a lot. I sleep naked, and when I get up in the morning, I just walk downstairs the way I am, and have breakfast that way. Some days I go around naked all day, from morning until night.” Harry was sweating as heavily as his can of beer.
His mind was full of images of Mary Kay nude, eating, walking, sitting. “I've got very big breasts,” Mary Kay continued. “But I don't need a bra at all. I'm glad-'cause that way I can get away with wearing almost nothing when I go out. Sometimes I wear just a thin dress, and nothing at all underneath it. I can feel the air go right through the cloth, touch me between my legs and everywhere. It's a neat, almost naked feeling, even while I'm in a crowd. I brush up against men and can feel how warm they are. I get really hot that way.” “Uh, I don't know when Jan'll be back,” Harry stammered.
“That's all right,” Mary Kay said easily. “I don't mind waiting.
Besides, she's a girl. What would it matter if she saw me naked?”
“Huh? I don't…” “I'm going to get naked, Mr. Chambers,”
Mary Kay announced. “You've seen naked girls before, and I don't mind you seeing me naked. It's too hot to have all these clothes on.”
Leaning forward, she set her beer on the table. Her back to him, she lifted her heavy hair and exposed the tie at the back of her neck.
“Would you untie me, please, Mr. Chambers?” she asked softly.
Harry leaned forward like he was in a trance, and undid the knot.
She held the halter against her breasts with one hand. “Do the one on my back, too, please,” she asked politely. Harry did. His heart was hammering and his cock was throbbing. The baseball game was completely forgotten. Mary Kay's back was very tan, very smooth, very soft, and very alluring. Sitting back, she casually removed the bib that concealed her breasts. Harry wheezed stupidly at the sight of her huge, perfect boobs-full, rounded, with large areolae, and pert, erect nipples. There were triangular pale patches from where her bathing suit had covered her. Mary Kay didn't stop. She unbuttoned the big brass button at the waist of her hacked-off jeans.
She ran the zipper down, and pale skin, then dark hair, came into view. Hooking her thumbs in the waist of her now loose pants, she lifted her hips and shoved her jeans down and off, completely exposing herself to him. She sat back, and propped her feet up on the coffee table. Her legs were graceful, curvy and full, yet not fat. Her thick black bush huddled between the tops of her thighs. Her belly was lushly rounded. Because of the way she was sitting, her breasts did sag a little-but not unattractively. After taking a drink of beer, Mary Kay set the cold can on her pubic bush. Harry watched as she eased her thighs apart and worked the can down between her legs, twisting and turning it, blatantly stimulating herself. It was an insane situation. There he was, fully clothed, sitting next to a naked eighteen-year-old girl while she masturbated herself with a beer can.
Still working the beer can against her hairy cunt, Mary Kay drew her knees up slowly and let her thighs open even farther. Her nipples were rock hard. “So-o hot!” Mary Kay purred. Still working the beer can against her pussy with one hand, she slid the other over into Harry's lap and squeezed the thrusting tower of his cock. Then she deftly unzipped his fly and exposed his bulb-capped penis. Her hand looked very small curled around his master prick. A few wisps of black pubic hair had escaped with his organ. She pumped her hand up and down on his phallus. A thick drop of lubricant spilled down over her fingers, making them slip sensuously along his hot flesh. She smeared his meat with the slippery fluid. The purple glans shone brightly with a high gloss. Setting her beer aside, she twisted and turned and straddled Harry. Her open cunt was directly over his cock. Her full breasts were inches from his face. He buried his head in the soft, delicately scented valley between her boobs. Turning his head, scraping her soft skin with his whiskers, he groped around for a moment, then located one of her nipples. As he sucked on it, he felt pubic hair around the head of his cock, then hot wet flesh. She sank down on his prick, and his meat was engulfed by her vagina. She settled down on him until the full length of his cock was in her body.
She moved, up and down, up and down. The friction of her hot vaginal walls brought his prick to the flash point in moments. She felt him coming and jammed down on him so he spurted his thick waves of come deep into her belly. She milked him with her vagina, but he knew, even as he jetted his sperm into her hole, that she had not come. She had brought him off with deft skill. And Mary Kay was part of the crowd Jan was running around with? Harry was suddenly terribly uncertain of his daughter s innocence. “Now it's my turn,” Mary Kay said, lifting off him. His cock drooped out of her pussy, dribbled thick fluid onto his pants. She lifted higher, and higher, and higher. Her torso passed slowly in front of his face, and then her pussy was right in front of him. Her thick black curls were matted and sticky from the quick screwing, and there was the heavy odor of sex-semen and female lubricant. “Eat me,” Mary Kay whispered, stroking Harry's head, combing her fingers through his silver hair. “Eat me,” she repeated, pulling his head forward. Harry's nose drove through her thick bush, his mouth found her soft, hairy labia. He pressed his tongue into her hot, steamy nest, licked the wet, slick folds of her flesh.
He bored into her hot tunnel. He worked his jaw in her soft, quivering pussy. “Stick your tongue in my vagina,” Mary Kay moaned. “See how far you can reach. Taste me! Taste my juices, and your come! Eat it all up!” Smothering in her humid folds, Harry tried his best to do as she asked. He found the act fiendishly exciting. He drove his tongue deep into the wet, salty-metallic folds of her vagina. His cheeks and nose blanketed by her hot, soft, moist pussy, he drilled his tongue into her cunt. Mary Kay was tangling and twisting strands of his hair around her fingers. Then she jammed him into her crotch and pressed her pussy down on his face. Harry managed to look up. She towered over him. Her monster breasts shook and shuddered as she writhed and twisted in the throes of her ecstasy. “Now my clit,” Mary Kay moaned. “Suck my clit!” ' Harry tipped his head back farther, yanked his tongue from the streaming depths of her vagina and ripped it up along her hot wet slit. He stroked it across her protuberant bud and she convulsed violently. Flattening his tongue against her nerve button, Harry stroked it hard. “Aawww,” Mary Kay growled. “Now suck it, suck it, suck it, SUCK IT!” Harry pursed his lips around her clit and sucked, drawing it away from her body and into his mouth. When the little bud was out of its shielding hood, he applied the suction she had pleaded for. Maintaining the vacuum, he battered the resilient little bump with his tongue.
Then Mary Kay's full weight came down on his face, jamming his head into the back of the couch. Her pelvis began to squirm and twist, making it hard for him to keep hold of her clitoris, but somehow he managed. He felt thick waves of fluid pouring out of her. They streamed down over his chin where it ground into the end of her vagina. His face sinewed with her fragrant secretions, he tried to suck her clit right off her. He was also tonguing it at the same time.
“Coming,” Mary Kay groaned, “Oh, Jesus, I'm coming. Aww! Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop! Eat my clit! Eat me all up! Aww! I love it! I love it! I love it!” Surprisingly, Harry loved it too.
His drained penis was swelling, reviving as he sucked on Mary Kay's pussy. He loved the taste of her and the taste of the semen his cock had left in her. Sliding his hands up her soft, rounded thighs, he sank his fingers into her cushiony buttocks and pulled her hard against his face. He lapped up her flood, then sucked the berry of her clitoris again. He found it was extraordinarily arousing to squeeze and massage the lush globes of her ass while still chewing on her pussy. He looked up past the generous roundness of her belly. Her jutting breasts were heaving and shivering as she panted ecstatically.
Her erect nipples brushed the wall behind the sofa as her torso jerked and quivered. A pink flush made her belly glow. As he watched, it spread, covered her generous breasts. He Felt the flow from her vagina double and redouble as she came. Her coming stimulated him to even greater efforts. After tormenting her clitoris for a few more searing seconds, he moved his face downward, found her vagina, and rammed his tongue deep into her fountaining tunnel. He felt her vaginal walls convulse around his invading tongue. He rolled his nose back and forth over her clit as he sucked on her vagina. He kept it up until at last her smothering folds became too much for him and he had to break away in order to breathe. Clutching her ass hard, he used the bruising, brutal grip to drag her crotch away from his face so he could suck in great gulps of air. She humped her hips reflexively as her orgasm faded. Then she folded at the waist. She wound up sitting on his legs, facing him. As he sat there, catching his breath, his head against the back of the sofa, Harry felt her sticky love-juice drying on his cheeks, nose, and chin-most of his face, in fact. Then Mary Kay leaned forward and began to lick his face clean.
Her breasts brushed his chest gently as she washed his face with her tongue. Then she kissed him. He started to berate himself for doing what he Had done, then realized he shouldn't blame himself. He hadn't undressed her, she had undressed herself. She had deliberately gotten him so aroused that what had happened was unavoidable.
“Why?” he asked vaguely. Mary Kay linked her hands behind his neck and leaned back. She sat up very straight and thrust her breasts out wantonly. “I've had my eye on you for a long time,” she answered. “You're a very handsome specimen, Mr. Chambers. Jan sort of indicated that you were-uh-available, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to get to know you better.” “Jan,” Harry groaned.
“She'll be home soon.” “Jan won't be back for hours,” Mary Kay answered. “And we both know it.” Harry felt both concerned and relieved that that particular avenue of escape was cut off. “Is-is Jan all right?” he asked. “Jan's fine,” Mary Kay assured him. “I've been keeping an eye on her. I'll tell you one thing, though, Mr.
Chambers. You had better come out of that shell of yours and start paying a little more attention to her.” Harry was nonplussed to hear Mary Kay echo the very thought he had had so recently himself.
“That's a little vague,” he retorted. “Could you be a bit more specific?” “Do things with her. Talk with her. She's a good kid.
But she's young, and she needs direction. And she needs to know that you care about her.” Harry mulled this over. Absent-mindedly, he began stroking one of Mary Kay's soft flanks. His cock drooped limply out of the open fly of his trousers. “One of the best ways for her to learn about men is from you,” Mary Kay went on. “Maybe you could be a little less uptight about her seeing you naked, and vice versa.” “But she's only fifteen,” he replied. “Or maybe the trouble is that she is fifteen and getting sexy.” “She's already sexy. So are most girls her age.” “But…” “If Jan doesn't get some guidance sex-wise, she's going to get herself in a real mess some day. If she doesn't learn the right ways, she'll learn the wrong Ones, and wind up in trouble-preggers, or badly hurt, or shitty, or all three.” “You're not exactly pure,” Harry pointed out acidly.
“I'm careful, though. I'm careful who I choose and I make sure I can handle them. Now, let's have another beer, and get you out of those clothes so you can relax. Sitting naked, beside the well-rounded naked teen-ager, Harry had the feeling he had learned more about sex and nudity in the past few weeks than he had in his whole life up till then. He realized, suddenly, just how inhibited his life with Sarah had been. Sitting casually naked in the living room with Mary Kay, he felt comfortable, free, and sort of languidly sexy, rather than tensely horny. He wondered what would happen next. He was conscious of the soft warmth of Mary Kay's thigh against his.
Experimentally, he put his hand on her leg, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. Instead of pushing his hand away, she let it rest there and reached over and casually began toying with his half-erect penis.
“Do you really go around your house naked all the time?” he asked curiously. “Yeah. I hate clothes.” “It sounds sexy,” Harry observed. Mary Kay shrugged. It made her full breasts do interesting things. “Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't.” “What do your parents think about it?” “Mom's been doing housework in the nude for as long as I can remember. She says it's easier to wash herself than clothes. She never paid much attention to dressing me when I was little unless it was cold. Dad sleeps in the nude, but isn't quite as casual during the day, except Sundays. The back yard is private and he often works in the garden, starkers.” “Doesn't he-uh-get an erection sometimes?” Harry asked. “Does he ever!
Then he and Mom head for the bedroom and have a little frolic.”
“Sounds pretty uninhibited.” “Well, they do close the door,”
Mary Kay joked. “They don't always on the shower though. They get water the hell and gone all over the floor. Have you ever taken a shower with a woman?” “Uh, no.” “Well, come on then,” Mary Kay urged. “Let's go get clean.” In moments she had him under the shower. Her wet slippery body bumped against his in the small cubicle.
“Wash me,” Mary Kay ordered, handing him the soap. “Your back?” he asked stupidly. “All over.” Starting at her neck, Harry lathered her. His hands skated over her broad, graceful shoulders, then down her back. Her buttocks felt solid and exciting as he soaped them. Cautiously, he slid a soapy finger into the crack between them.
When she pushed her tail back, he pried deeper into the crevice, probing and pressing his fingertip along the bottom of it. Then she leaned forward against the wall of the shower and stuck her ass out at him. Assuming she knew what she wanted, he worked his fingers deep into the crack of her tail. He felt the hard knot of her anus.
She wiggled her butt delightedly. He soaped down between her thighs, plunged his fingers into the steamy nest of her pussy. She spread her legs, welcoming the invasion. “Not too much right now,” she said at last. “Sorry,” he apologized, extracting his soapy fingers From her slippery snatch. “Don't be sorry,” she responded. “I was just getting to like it too much, and you haven't done my front yet.
Do the backs of my legs and I'll turn around.” Harry finished her long, well-turned legs in a hurry. Then she turned and faced him. The water streamed down on her full breasts, down over her rounded tummy and poured off the wet kinks of her pubic bush. He stroked his hands across her upper chest. A wave of suds oozed slowly down her front, then parted to go around her boobs. His hands skated slickly on a layer of hot lather. Her breasts squirmed away from his soapy grasp.
Her nipples were hard and alert. Struggling to restrain himself, he worked his way down her torso to her soft belly and paused there to probe her navel. She sucked in her gut when he bored a finger into the dark hole. She leaned her shoulders back against the wall and thrust her pelvis forward invitingly. He sank to his knees in front of her. The water pounded down on the back of his head as he soaped the expanse of her tummy, then lathered her thick pubic bush. Carefully avoiding penetrating her, he painstakingly washed her hair and outer lips. Then he let one slick finger enter her slit. “Ooohh,” she sighed. “Just a little bit, just a little bit. Get me real, real hot, but don't bring me off.” Harry was puzzled by the request, but he obeyed it. He gently tickled her clitoris with one soapy finger. Her breath shuddered out of her and her lips squirmed under his delicate, slippery touch. “Aw, that's enough,” she moaned. “No more, no more. Get up so I can wash you. Quick!” Harry scrambled to his feet and handed her the soap. She started on his shoulders, reaching around him. She quickly smeared soap down to his buttocks, then worked her soapy fingers in between them. He fought the urge to clench his ass against her, and felt one soapy finger brush across his anus. He pushed his ass back to give her better access to his bottom hole.
He was eager to savor the new sensation. She proceeded to twist the tip of her finger into his anus. Pure ecstasy ripped up through him from the intimate probe. She turned him around, and he leaned forward against the wall. She twisted her soap-slicked finger up into his tail, and his guts knotted with a spasm of lust. His anal ring pulsed around her finger, teaching around in front of him, she began pumping his still hard cock with her free hand. If Harry hadn't already come once, he would have spurted semen all over the shower wall. As it was, he felt more excited than he ever had before in his life. “How would you like to put your cock up my ass?”
Mary Kay asked suddenly. “Huh?” Harry was jarred out of his reverie by her question. “How would you like to bugger me?” She squeezed his rigid prick. “Shove that great greasy cock of yours right up my bottom hole and come in my rectum?” “I don't know…”
“Come on, let's try it,” Mary Kay urged. “Let's try something new.” “I don't think…” “First shut off the water so it doesn't wash the soap off us,” she ordered. Harry twisted the faucet handles quickly and cut off the hot spray. There was a ringing silence when the rush of water stopped. Mary Kay pulled her finger out of his ass and let go of his cock. “Now turn around.”
He did. She studied his prick pensively. The tower of flesh was white, covered with a mixture of soap and preliminary oozings. It looked immense. It was pointed directly at her belly and throbbed visibly with lust. Mary Kay brushed her fingertips up its underside. His prostate reacted violently, sending a hot, exquisite flow into his groin. Then she turned, leaned forward against the shower wall, and spread her legs. She braced her forehead on the cold tile. “Do it!” she ordered, her voice echoing weirdly off the walls. “Put your cock up my ass! Hurry!” Harry's belly was knotted with lust and concern as he moved forward. Gently, he pulled on Mary Kay's waist until her ass was at just the angle he wanted it to be. Then, with the fingers of one hand, he spread the cheeks of her bottom and exposed the dark pucker of her anus. Gripping the base of his prick, he aimed ft at his target and muzzled his soap-slick bulbous glans against it. “Yeah,” Mary Kay sighed. Harry leaned forward and watched his prick head push against the tight hole of her anus. The soap and secretions coating his organ greased its path, making the entry into her bowels easier than he expected. His glans pressed into her anus, dilating her muscular ring smoothly, ironing the pucker lines out of it as he drove inward. The tip of his organ was squeezed delightfully by her resisting muscle. It pinched the bulb and stimulated the nerve endings in a way that was totally new to him. Her hole opened bit by bit, then suddenly seemed almost to suck his glans in as the ring settled into the groove behind the head of his cock. “Gawd!” Mary Kay exploded. “Oh, Jesus, that is good! Put it all in me! I've got to have it all. Got to!”
Harry wasn't planning to hold hack. The stimulation on his prick was absolutely exquisite. Her anal sphincter muscle was clutching the nerve bud on the under-side of his penis, setting him on fire. He pushed forward against her magnificent ass and watched his pale shaft gradually disappear through the straining ring of her tail muscle and up into her bowels. Her entire body went rigid as he powered his monster phallus up into her rectum. She froze as she took his cock into her guts. She was tight, incredibly tight. The skin of his phallus was pushed backwards, wrinkled by the friction of her tight opening before it squirmed in and caught up with the head that was tugging it along. He felt the come gathering in his guts as he penetrated her. He rammed every inch of his prick into her backside.
His hips jammed up against her cushiony ass and he stopped. “How much?” Mary Kay grunted. “All of it,” Harry answered. “Every fucking inch of it.” “Feels like I got a pole up my butt,” Mary Kay moaned. “God, is that fantastic. Could you play with my twat?”
Harry reached around her and dug his fingers into her pussy. It was flowing as copiously as it had when he had been eating her out. He squirmed two fingers into her vagina. It was unexpectedly tight. He felt his prick, and understood. The huge bulk of his phallus up her tail was pinching her vagina shut. He wiggled his fingers in her vagina, and the stimulation made his cock drool with excitement.
“Bugger me!” Mary Kay whispered harshly. “Bugger me!” Harry drew his phallus out of her clutching anus and rammed it back in. The greasy, velvety walls of her rectum rubbed his prick, setting his nerves on fire, bringing him close to a searing orgasm. “God, I'm going to come already,” Mary Kay whined. “Oh, Jesus, I'm going to come!” Harry moved in her more quickly, drawing out and slamming back into her bowels with powerful thrusts of his hips. He was getting higher and higher, closer and closer to coming. He felt her vagina convulsing around his fingers and wiggled them in her slippery, tight sheath. He pressed his thumb down on her clitoris, trying to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. He crammed the full bulk of his phallus into her asshole and began to fountain into her bowels.
His entire body was jerking with the power of his coming. Her rectum clutched his penis hungrily and milked every searing drop of semen he could produce out of him. He held her back against his jetting phallus with the hand in her cunt and poured his thick wads into her. Her head was twisted sideways so he had a profile view of her face. Her mouth was open slightly. He suddenly wished he had another cock to ram into her mouth while he was still pouring come into her tail. Then his orgasm died, and his prick began to shrink. Her rectum clamped against his penis in peristaltic waves and drove him out of her tail. Her anal ring snapped shut behind him, but not before a thin, pearly stream of his come escaped and started downward from her little dimple.
Fumbling blindly behind himself, Harry turned the shower on and quickly adjusted the water to cool. He stood there, letting it wash the sweat from him. The soap and come sluiced off Mary Kay's backside as she rested against the wall. Slowly, she slumped to the floor, then turned and began to wash his soiled prick. After rinsing the soap off it, she leaned forward and sucked the limp tool into her mouth and rolled it along her tongue. He was incapable of coming or even getting an erection. But her act of total submission and the sensuous warm embrace of her mouth mound his organ more than made up for the inability. As the cool spray poured down on them both and he savored the sight and feel of her mouth on his drained tool, he reached down and stroked her streaming wet hair. She left an hour later.
Harry sat on the couch, nude, drinking a beer and watching television. He heard the back door open and close, and resisted the urge to run from the room to hide his nakedness from Jan. “Hi, Daddy,” she called. “Daddy!” Her voice rose to a squeak of surprise.
“I-was hot,” he explained lamely. “I decided what the hell, we're family. Right?” “Uh, yes, Daddy,” Jan agreed, her eyes fastened on her father's penis. It lay limply over his balls. “Where have you been?” he asked. “Out,” she answered vaguely. “Uh, could I have a beer?” Harry thought for moment, decided not to pry, and then nodded. “I guess so. Help yourself.” He considered suggesting she might like to get naked, then discarded the idea. If she wanted to, she would. He felt pleased with himself that he had managed to be as casual as he had. Better not to hurry things, though.