It was a hell of a touch act to follow – but Charlene was determined.
And horny. Watching her mother perform with Tim had turned her on even more. Charlene's ever-seething imagination was in overdrive.
But where do I start? Hell, he shot enough jism to drown a moose.
Her eyes fixed on the sight of Tim's sperm-slimed dong and in her mind, the associative memory links snapped into place… until she was no longer looking at Tim's fist-fucked prick but Derek's, as it had looked after she'd sucked him off.
She remembered…
Moving with a feline ease that accentuated every curve and lovely nuance in her nubile young body, Charlene stepped out of her shoes and flowed sinuously towards the slumped young stud.
Charlene stopped in front of him. Her palms caressed her own sleek flanks, sliding upwards to emphasize the slimness of her still-girlish hips and the tininess of her trim waist. Still higher, and her hands were curving outward to emphasize the thrust of her abundant tits.
Tim's head came up, eyes following her hands the way a moth follows a flame.
Using just the tips of her fingers, Charlene began massaging her breasts through the tight double-knit halter. Her nipples, already prominent, throbbed and stiffened till they threatened to pop right through the material. Slowly, drawing out the moment, Charlene hooked her thumbs over the upper hem of the halter and rolled it down. The fabric was tighter about her, pressing mercilessly into the soft flesh of her ripe young jugs, but that only highlighted their cushiony, creamy fullness.
Tim's eyes were once more fully opened – but his limp prick still gave no signs of imminent revival.
Charlene moved forward till her crotch was only inches from Tim's upturned face and her feet were very nearly straddling his folded legs.
And then she began to move.
At first Charlene did nothing more than let her hips rock slowly, almost demurely from side to side. But the movement picked up, gained complexity. Each rock ended with a little forward jerk, then the center point of the pendulum movement was marked with a hint of a roll. Within seconds, Charlene's hips were rocking, jerking, swaying, rolling, bumping – and best of all, grinding downward as though she were riding a hard young cock.
Precisely what she wanted to be doing.
Each little bump sent the tightly encased mound of her pubis snapping forward towards Tim's slowly sagging jaws. She could see his nostrils flaring, knew that his brain was excited even if his cock had yet to show any sighs of it. She let her hands go to her hips and drew her shorts up higher on her torso. The crotch seam was spreading her moist, sensitive pussy lips, highlighting that delicious division – and the crotch of the shorts was rapidly darkening with her effusive cunt lubrications.
Slowly then, as if she were doing a limbo, Charlene began arching backwards, spreading her knees and lowering herself in front of Tim. Lower and lower, hearing the rhythm of the beat of her own blood, feeling the pulse of her own excitement, Charlene was putting herself into a position of complete and wantonly abandoned offering before the young man.
Eat me, she thought. Just lean your beautiful head forward and gobble – right through my shorts!
Lower, still lower – and then she had to put her arms behind to catch herself. Now Charlene was arched up away from the floor in a human bridge position. She walked her feet farther and farther apart. The shorts got tighter and tighter. At any moment they were going to split from the strain on the fabric.
Or so she hoped.
Just when she was bout to give up and try a different strategy, Charlene felt stitches giving way – and then heard clearly audible rrrrrrrip! of the material between her legs. Suddenly she felt the coolness of the room air on her moist pussy. It made her even wilder and she was abruptly conscious of her mother's eyes on her.
How do you like it, Mom? Bet you never thought I could do it this well, did you.
And then she realized that the pungent aroma filling her nostrils was nothing less than the scent of her own quiet sauce!
He's gotta get a good whiff of that!
To be sure, Tim's nose was twitching in time to the invisible lover-humping of her pubis towards the ceiling. He was indeed getting a good whiff of it.
Charlene walked her hands in behind her, slowly doubling forward till she was crouching like a baseball catcher before him. Now she bobbed her hips up and down, barely touching her newly exposed cunt on his bare thigh at the bottom of each stroke.
Up and down, now moving as if she were straddling a rigid dick, Charlene let her face show what her imagination was feeding her: that she was atop a man, she was bouncing her pussy up and down over his long, hard, thick pole, she was feeling the top of his cock rubbing against her pussy lips and clitoris with every little ripple of her lithe young hips above him. Her eyes closed, her facial muscles slackened, her lush lips parted and her tongue licked out from time to time, a flash of nimble pink trailing over the rich, soft red.
And she began varying her stroke. As her swollen little labia came into contact with Tim's muscular thigh, Charlene rubbed it forward and back, quickly and briefly – but more than long enough to let him feel the abundant moisture of her quiet on his leg.
The up and down part of her hip movements grew less pronounced; the back and forth part where she was in contact with his thigh grew more pronounced. And the moisture on his thigh also grew more pronounced.
Still, no sign of life in his prick.
There was only one thing left to do: precisely what had begun to do it for Derek that afternoon when her mother had walked in on them. And at that moment, Charlene was more than willing to do it.
Without warning, Charlene leaned forward till she was kneeling in front of Tim. At the same time she reached out with one hand and gently pushed him back. The young stud was still too weak from the bout with her mother to do anything except meekly comply. Within moments, he lay supine with the long, limber meat of his cock lying limply along his thigh.
Then Charlene went into her act. She bent over him, her face near his knees, and began licking. She worked her way up his thigh to the crease of his groin. She thought she caught a preliminary twitch in his prick, but wasn't sure. What she was sure of, however, was that Tim had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching her with rather active interest.
You want a show? she thought. You got a show.
She licked her way back down the outside of his other leg to his knee; then moved inward to the inner flesh of his hairy thigh. Spreading his legs with her hands, she starting laving that sensitive flesh, moving always higher towards the hairy, hanging sac of his scrotum between his powerful legs.
She was quite certain his cock had moved, then.
Charlene let her tongue roam freely, licking clean all of the area around the tops of his thighs, the crease of his groin and outlining the fringes of his hirsute pubic bush. She closed in on his balls, slowing the movements of her tongue but making each one last that much longer.
Tim sucked in a shuddering breath as he felt her tongue-tip trace the crease of his scrotum with the sensitive flesh between his legs. His balls jerked slightly and his dick gave a little lift on his thigh.
Charlene was encouraged – to say the least. She continued licking his balls, cleaning them of all the evidence of his earlier ejaculation. And all the time, she could feel them pulsing and moving within the slowly tightening flesh of his scrotum. Yes, she was definitely getting to him – but it still wasn't fast enough to suit either her scorching lusts or her pride.
She opened her mouth and momentarily imitated what her mother had done, sucking first one and then the other of the oversized balls inside. But she held each there only long enough to demonstrate to Tim that it was a trick she could perform at least as well as her mother.
Then she went on to the next stage of her revitalization program, lifting her head above his flat, heaving abdomen and moving her talented tongue into the tangled mass of his pubic hair. Charlene slung her long titian hair back behind her ear so he'd continue to have an unobstructed view of the Proceedings.
Now her tongue was moving about the base of his prick, tracing the juncture of the thick shaft with his abdomen. She found that by closing her eyes and concentrating very diligently on the sensations she received from her sensitive oral muscle she could actually feel all the little throbs of hot blood pumping into his prick through the thick, ropy veins winding about the staff. And, oh, how that realization turned her on!
She worked her tongue down the length of his dick, relishing the way hardness and life seemed to flow into it along with her touch. His cock was jerking and stiffening with a vengeance, lifting its swelling, darkening knob from his thigh in offering to her slightly parted lips. But Charlene wasn't yet ready for that. Not quite, anyhow.
Back down the other side of the shaft, fastidiously licking and cleaning his cock, never missing a square millimeter of that wonderfully expanding flesh. Charlene didn't hesitate for a moment. At the base she reached up with one hand and took the tip of his dick daintily between her thumb and forefinger, lifting it back towards the vertical, and then proceeded to lick and lave her way back towards the glans along the underside of his sturdy slit sticker.
Tim's hips were rocking back and forth regularly, his balls jerking within the tightening sac of his scrotum. Charlene felt an immense rush of power over the strongly muscled young man. The merest movement of her tongue here made all of his lower body spasm there – and to the accompaniment Tim's deep moans and soft, sighing groans of arousal. It was all working together to stoke still higher the flames burning within Charlene's lightly haired little firebox.
When she reached the end of his prick again, she slowly opened her lips above the thick meat and sucked it inside her mouth. Her lips fastened about his shaft in the depressed ring just behind the helmet edge flange under his glans and then she concaved her cheeks with the force of her greedy suction.
Tim's ass came cleanly up off the floor as she sucked, his hips shuddering and his thighs quivering. He moaned like a child in the dentist's chair – though it was he who was drilling her oral cavity. Charlene began bobbing her head up and down over his cock, reaching between his legs with one hand to lift and cup the heavy, hairy weights of his oversized balls. She squeezed them with the utmost care, just enough to send another shudder of growing, tortured arousal through him – - and then stopped.
"Don't – don't stop – please!" Tim gasped childishly, his tone so servile and pleading that it almost – but not quite – turned Charlene off.
She grinned at him smugly – and then turned to smile gloatingly at her mother. Her mother merely made a little pro forma diplomat's headbow towards her and continued watching.
But Charlene noticed how stiff her mother's nipples were and the way the older woman shifted on the waterbed's edge – as if she had a terrible itch inside her pussy and wanted to scratch it surreptitiously.
Charlene quickly got up on her haunches, then crouched over him with one foot planted firmly on the floor to each side of the young stud's quivering thighs. Her pussy gaped open above him, his cock pointing up at it as if his prick were going blast off in a trans-cunt injection orbit.
Charlene reached down with now expert fingers and gripped his cock about halfway down, keeping its aim true. Slowly, then, she began to lower herself onto his turgid meat.
At first her labia resisted the invasion by so much hard male rigidity. But then she had the other hand between her legs, her fingers spreading the delicate petals of her vaginal flower. She dropped a shade lower – and then the swollen joint was wedging between her pussy lips.
"Oh, cripes, yes – I love you, Charlene!" Tim blurted out.
Charlene would have been annoyed at such infantilism on his part if she'd heard what he said. But she didn't. Because she was making a bit of noise herself.
"Uhh – ahh – yessssss – oh! – Ohhhhhh…"
Deeper and deeper, she absorbed Tim's stiff member into the warm, wet receptiveness of her long-suffering quim. This was what she'd been craving all the live-long day – and now that she was finally getting what she wanted, she knew it had been well worth waiting for.
She felt every loving inch of his dick sliding into her cunt – as many inches as Derek, it seemed, and more! And his cock was hard, hard as iron, hard as carved ivory, hard as steel, hard and warm and soft at the same time. She dropped her loins still lower on him, impaling herself on the fleshy cock spear. His dong's pulpy head had probed far up into Charlene's contracting belly when she finally settled the silken smoothness of her tightly molded ass cheeks onto Tim's uppermost thighs.
For a moment the two of them simply remained like that, locked together with his rigid bar of flesh locked deep inside her palpitating cunt.
And then Charlene began to move.
She raised herself slowly up above him, higher and higher until only the very tip of his stiff meat was still trapped in her exquisite cunt stricture. She hesitated there, hovering, seemingly balanced atop his hard cock – and then Charlene plummeted furiously down the slippery pole, whooping with pleasure.
Tim grunted, shivered beneath her as Charlene ground her fieryhaired pussy about the base of his prick, bearing down all of the marvelously talented muscles at the entrance of her cunt. She corkscrewed her ass a quarter-revolution in each direction, moving back and forth about the axle rod of the young stud's pulsating dick.
She raised herself back up, jerking her hips back so the broad, hard back of his dick would rub against the stiffly erected nubbin of her clitoris, treating herself to even more intense pleasures.
Up, and then down again, each stroke becoming more urgent as she felt the orgasm rising between her nubile hips, Charlene was flashing her softly haired cunt on the ramrod of Tim's cock like some pumping machine gone mad.
At the top of one stroke, she suddenly stopped. Tim gasped and jerked beneath her.
But then Charlene began to shift, moving her long legs with graceful ease, never losing her cunt grip on Tim's dick, she began to spin herself about until – - she was facing his feet!
Now she put her hands on his thighs, just above his knees, maintaining her balance as she ratcheted her hips up and down. This time his prick was running into her at a different angle. Now the thick upper back of his rigid prick was rubbing against the rearmost section of her pussy, spreading the lips at the back of her cunt rather than the front. Still, the sudden tightening of her labia drew her lower lips across her throbbing, protruding clitoris – and the pleasure was as intense, if more diffuse.
As for Tim, he was treated to the sight of Charlene's lovely little ass rising and falling above him. He could quite clearly see his own thick prick disappearing into the sheath of her hot young cunt with each downstroke, only to be revealed again as she rose. His eyes fastened on the sight of her buttocks clenching and rippling, the flawlessly smooth skin moving eloquently in her eager workings above the sturdy spike of his dick.
Her legs were gradually spreading as she pumped his dick so that she was pounding her ass with increasing strength onto his abdomen at every stroke.
But slowly, Charlene raised her head and focused her eyes on her mother. She saw the woman staring, gape-mouthed, with one hand between her legs and rubbing the heavily furred lips of her own cunt. Even as she watched, Charlene saw her mother thrust one, then two, and then three fingers into her cunt and begin pumping them in and out.
But then her attention was returned fully to Tim because deep inside her cunt, his cock had begun to jerk and spasm, swelling larger within the confines of her lightly furred quim. It seemed as if the head of his prick were going to penetrate all the way up through her womb and belly. Charlene could feel every throb of his hot blood through the stiff length of his cock as clearly as if it belonged to her, and not him.
The pleasures grew inside her, the tension intensifying – and then Charlene's hips went wild.
She powered up and down over his prick, faster and harder than before, racing to reach her own explosion before the hard dong inside her blasted its load of come.
She slammed her pussy and ass down onto Tim with frantic force. All along the length of his raging dick the inner muscles of her cunt began a spasming, fluttering dance aimed at milking his cock and balls of their load of steaming hot cream.
Tim gasped – and then arched, jabbing his dong still deeper into her. His balls flexed within their hairy sac and then his penis rocked inside her cunt. And then her twat was being filled with ample proof of the good-looking young stud's revivified virility.
Charlene felt the gush of warm juice inside her, splattering hard into her cunt and against the firewall entrance to her womb. Her hands tightened on his thighs till her knuckles whitened with the pressure. Her ass tightened powerfully, the pert, molded cheeks squeezing together. And her cunt tightened – tightened like a cock-deep vise.
Every muscle in her body tensed. She came slowly up till she was vertical above him. Charlene was sucking in a single, prolonged breath, her chest heaving outward, her tits capped with blood-engorged red nipples, actually seeming to expand until she seemed ready to burst.
And then all of that indrawn breath came out with an explosive grunt. Her hips shuddered and spasmed above him while within his dick was drenching her cunt with the last dregs of the load sustained in his oversized young testicles.
As the orgasm blasted through her, Charlene was hyperaware of the moisture pouring down the insides of her tightly strung thighs – a combination of her own abundant pussy juices and Tim's overflowing come.
The strength suddenly seemed to leave her. Even as she felt Tim's formerly formidable dick beginning to shrivel and grow limp inside her twat, she was collapsing gently forward. As her attitude shifted above him, his cock began to slip out of her slit, pleasuring the insides of her swollen pussy lips even as it was withdrawn.
Tim merely lay beneath her, prone, gasping, completely drained of strength and semen.
And her mother…
Charlene watched, disbelieving, through heavy-lidded eyes that seemed adverse to focusing, as her mother pumped and plunged three fingers in and out of her cunt with a speed and strength that approached the maniacal. How, she wondered, could her mother do that without hurting herself? But judging by the ecstatic look on her mother's slack-featured face, the sensation was anything but painful for her. Even as Charlene watched, her mother's legs began to buckle, her knees shook and her hips jerked as her mother experienced an orgasmic reflection of Charlene's own pleasures.
The young titian-haired beauty finally slumped fully forward, sprawled atop the spent young man with her head between her fucker's widespread ankles. She gasped for air even as she felt her pussy drool hot come juice. She was only vaguely aware, sometime later, of a door slamming off in the distance – even though the logical part of her mind that still functioned told her it was her mother leaving the bedroom and the slamming door was no more than ten feet from her.
Only later, after she'd risen and roused Tim, shuffling him out of the apartment, did Charlene realize the implications of the interplay between her mother and herself and the well-hung young neighbor.