Chapter 7
Ann felt terrible about what she had started to plan for the tall, good-looking man who lived next door. She kept telling herself that it was ridiculous. She was too mature for seduction, she had too much at stake to risk Barbara Robertson's anger. But since Bill had been transferred out of her office, out of town, out of her life, she was climbing the walls.
"I'm a grown woman. I have certain needs. I deserve a little happiness, don't I?"
When she thought of Russ now, it was always the image of him trying to excite his wife. The poor man was just as hungry for real love as she was, Ann thought. She would be doing them both a favor, but things had gotten a little more complicated since that day she'd watched his long cock sliding into Barbara Robertson's body.
If her own daughter suspected in the slightest that her mother was carrying on an affair, Ann thought she'd die of shame. If she was going through with his little plan of hers she had to do so with the utmost caution.
For a week she waited patiently, studying Barbara Robertson's habits, noting when she was gone and for what reason. She learned that the woman left every Sunday morning and was gone till past noon. Church. Russ never accompanied her. It wasn't difficult to arrange for Hayley to be gone during that time either, so as the long-awaited day approached, Ann suggested that Hayley take Tammy downtown and catch a movie. Hayley agreed and Ann felt her heart jump. She was really going to go through with it. And she only hoped that she wouldn't make a complete fool of herself.
It was hard to act calm when Sunday rolled around. But Ann got her daughter out of the house and watched her and Tammy on their way down the sidewalk. Ann hurried upstairs and took a quick bath.
She was slipping into a new nightgown she'd just bought when she saw Barbara Robertson's station wagon back into the street and pull away. Now Russ was alone. Ann dabbed her ears and wrists with her muskiest scent and went down to the kitchen. The battered toaster she found in the back of the cupboard had blown a fuse once and she'd had to buy a new one. Now she was thankful that she hadn't gotten around to discarding the old one.
Ann plugged it into a socket, pushed the toaster handle down and jumped back from the sparks that spewed from the malfunctioning machine. When she tried the kitchen light it wouldn't go on. She smiled, knowing that she had what she wanted. A blown fuse in the dark coolness of the basement.
She was trembling even more as she dialed the Robertson number. Russ answered in a lazy voice and she explained to him that something had gone wrong with her lights and could he please come help her find out where the trouble was. She was apologetic about bothering him on a Sunday but he was gracious, assuring her that he'd be right over.
Ann took one last look at her hair in the hall mirror before answering the back door. She'd had a hairdo two days before, one of the flashy new curl sets that made her look years younger. And the new gown was shamelessly low cut in front. The upward swells of her large breasts pushed out the dark blue satin. Through delicate lace her white flesh beckoned. And her nipples could clearly be seen under the sheer material. The gown seemed to melt around her hips when she moved. She felt very sexy wearing it. She prayed that Russ would feel what she was trying to telegraph.
"It's right down here," she said when he asked her where her fuse box was. Russ was wearing a t-shirt and some paint-flecked jeans. He followed her down the steps. Ann wondered if he was aware of her as a woman, as a woman who needed more than just some help with a blown fuse. When she turned and caught him studying her shape under the thin material of her gown, she smiled softly.
Russ fumbled With the ruined fuse and managed to screw a new one in. Ann pressed very close to him while he worked. She wanted to make sure he smelled her. She wanted him to get a good look at the exposed tops of her breasts and the snow white skin between the plump swells. She even put her hand on his arm, pretending it as an innocent gesture of friendliness. It was friendly all right. So friendly that Russ began to grow a terrific erection.
Seeing that swelling in his pants, Ann knew she couldn't restrain herself much longer. She was fighting the urge to jump on him like a wildcat and drag him to the floor. He was aware of her panting breath by now and the musky aroma that drifted up from between her legs to mingle with the sexy perfume she was wearing.
"Well, that should do it. You could try the switch now."
"I will in a minute, but why don't you have a drink with me. I want to thank you for helping me out."
"It's a little early for alcohol," Russ grinned.
"Oh hell, it's Sunday. Let me fix you a little something. I make one great whiskey sour."
She led him to the basement playroom and mixed the drinks while he watched her. He seemed more nervous than she'd expected. She couldn't guess why. But then she was shaking too. She felt that Russ must know what was in the air. She gave him his drink and sat on the couch beside him. It was a tense moment or two while she tried to think of what to say next. Russ stared at her. His erection had grown so huge that he was having a hard time hiding it. Ann was dying to touch him.
Ann turned her shoulder to him.
"I've got the darnedest itch," she sighed, "right here."
Russ scratched the spot, slipping her gown strap to the side to get to it. She could feel the tension he was experiencing. His hands trembled as he touched her warm flesh. And then he took a breath and she felt his lips on her arm.
"Oh, Russ," she sighed, thankful that it had begun.
"Ohhh, Russ, darling..."
She slid down on the couch a little, pulling his head around so that his lips would brush the tops of her breasts. The gown strap fell off her shoulder. Awkwardly Russ pulled the lace away from her breast. She shivered as his lips worked wetly towards her thick, brown nipple. Then it was inside his mouth and she felt the hot suction, felt the rough caress of his tongue.
"God in heaven ... Russ! Ohhhh God, yessss!"
His technique wasn't the smoothest she'd ever seen but Ann didn't care about that. He was loving her, touching her. His fingers petted the gown covered warmth of her belly. She moved her lips and he petted the tight tangle of curls still hidden under the blue nylon. She kissed his neck. "I should get back home," he mumbled. "No you shouldn't."
"My wife ..."
"... won't be back for another two hours."
"You knew," he smiled.
"You damn right I knew."
She pressed her hungry mouth against his and kissed him as deeply as she knew how. His cock throbbed inside his pants, begging for release. Ann's fingers worked to free it.
Russ moaned as she eased his erection out of the tangle of his skivvies and curled her hot hand around it. It was lovely, and she was excited at the size of his cockhead. It looked like a ripe plum all dark purple and taut and hot with blood. It was the biggest cock tip she'd ever seen! She wondered how his wife could get tired of having something so fantastic inside her body.
"I want you to make love to me," she murmured, lowering her face.
She let her tongue touch his cockhead at the top before working gently underneath. That was where those plump lobes swelled out. As her tongue skittered wetly across them, Russ moaned and worked his hips. She eased his jeans down as she sucked gently at the tight flesh of his cock. Her pussy was soaked, the swollen tips glistening and warm with her body's lubrication. Russ leaned back in the couch, watching her as she moved to kneel between his parted knees. She bobbed her mouth up and down, taking more of his slender cock. She used her tongue to fan the underside of his erection. Russ seemed half out of his mind as she continued to blow him.
Ann stopped and looked up at him. There was spit on her chin and lust in her eyes. Russ petted the sides of her head. She cradled his balls in her palm.
"You've got to promise never to tell anyone about this."
Her cheeks blushed.
"If Hayley had the slightest suspicion ..."
Russ jerked when she mentioned her daughter. He had the strangest expression. Ann shook it off. She squeezed his cock again.
"Of course I wouldn't say anything," Russ assured her.
"Then fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck me now!"
Ann let Russ skin the gown from her body and then she got onto the floor on her hands and knees, waiting for him to undress and join her. He nuzzled her ass with his nose like a horny dog would. Ann was lust-crazed by now. She growled and crawled around on the rug while Russ felt her breasts and rubbed her belly. Then he was pushing a finger up into her cunt from behind.
"Ohh, ohhhhh God damn!" she whimpered, rolling her hips wildly as he finger fucked her.
He tried to mount her like a stallion would climb a mare but she moved forward teasingly and made him fight to stay on her back. But when she felt that swollen glans press into the juicy center of her slit, she couldn't tease him any longer.
He bucked forward, biting her shoulder from behind as if to hold her still. His prick spread her labia easily and there was a sucking sound as she was skewered with four inches of throbbing cock. She tossed her hips around, begging for the rest of it.
"Nhhuuh, ohhh yess, give it to me Russ! Ohhhh give it to me good!"
"Ann, you're beautiful..."
He held her hips and pressed his loins against her ass as he ground the head of his cock into her clasping tube. The friction caused by the angle of his penetration was intense. Ann's clit rose as the flesh around it was pulled by the force of Russ's stabbing movements. She couldn't keep her arms straight any longer and as they buckled and she fell forward on the rug, Russ continued to fuck her from behind, his hips rubbing her plump ass as he thrust deeper, deeper.
By mutual and unspoken consent, he withdrew and gently rolled her onto her back. She spread her thighs, pushing a finger down between her open labia as if to show how wet she was. Then she took his big prick in her fingers and rubbed the stiff flesh until Russ grunted with pleasure. He let her guide his tip into her mushy opening. Her dripping soft flesh closed around his erection and he thrust deep. She bucked and made animal sounds in her throat as her sharp nails urged his ass to drive harder.
"Ohhhh, I needed this so bad!" she shuddered, loving his mouth on her neck.
"... damn ... ohhh Jesus!"
They held tightly to each other, their hips slamming and rocking as Russ forced his cock the last inch. Her cunt closed down around the base of his cock and Ann squeezed as hard as she could. That was what men liked, wasn't it? They liked a firm young cunt. And though she wasn't young anymore, Ann hoped that she had enough control to excite him.
"I wish I was as young as Hayley," she gasped, lifting her breasts to be kissed. "I only hope you like me!"
Russ had that funny look again but he smiled and assured her that she was a very sexy woman, more beautiful than he deserved. They rubbed together with moans and soft bites. They were working their hips faster and more urgently now. The rising fire inside her was too hot to put out now! Ann locked her ankles behind Russ's back and plunged her mound in a frenzy of squirming excitement.
"... Ann, I'm getting close .. . baby ... Jesus ... damn!"
"Ohhh, do it! Do it!"
Her head spun as the furious passion swelled through her body. Ann couldn't seem to wiggle enough, couldn't capture that tickhng ecstasy that bloomed between her spread thighs. But Russ was catching it. He was rubbing it into an exploding delirium that made Ann scream and dig her heels into the crack of his ass.
She came choking on a shriek and the rumbling in Russ's throat told her that he was coming too. She could almost feel the hot spurts of his jizz filling her tight feverish hole. She babbled and sucked at his mouth, pumping with all her strength. She needed everything he had to give. Especially that rich, creamy stuff that his balls had given up.
"Ohhhh, do you like my loving?" she whined.
"Yeah," Russ moaned, "I like it."
And he rammed his swollen glans against her womb's opening as another spurt of semen boiled out.
Tammy put another handful of popcorn into her mouth and leaned over to whisper in Hayley's ear.
"That is Gloria Billings. Can you believe it?"
Hayley waited until a bright part of the movie flickered on the screen. Then she peeked over the seats in front of them to see if she could make out what the couple in the next row was up to. Gloria's head kept dipping out of sight. Tammy had noticed it first. But now Hayley's curiosity was stimulated. That wasn't all that was stimulated.
"She's really doing it to him!" Tammy hissed, pushing red hair out of her eyes.
"Oh, how do you know?"
"I just do."
"They wouldn't do it in a movie." Hayley chewed more popcorn. "Would they?" She stretched her neck again, trying to look over the back of the seat where Gloria was. Then she saw it. For an instant the white spear of Bobby Carlson's prick was clearly visible. It was glistening with wetness. And as Hayley watched, she saw Gloria's head bob down again, hiding the details of what was taking place. The sound told her all she needed to know.
"Oh God, she is doing it to him." .
"I told you," Tammy whispered back.
"She's sucking his cock ..."
Hayley felt dazed by the shock of it all. She'd heard of girls doing that. And though she couldn't tell Tammy, Roger had even used his mouth on her. But for a girl to do it back was mind blowing.
"What if the guy comes?" Hayley wanted to know.
Tammy bit her tongue and stifled a giggle.
"She gets a mouthful of cum of course."
"I wonder what that stuff tastes like."
The couple ahead of them was making more noise now. Bobby twisted in his seat and Gloria couldn't be seen. She was groveling wetly at his lap. The girl's blonde hair glinted in the reflected light from the screen. As a quiet part in the movie began, Gloria's wet suckling noises could clearly be heard. Hayley found herself very excited. She tried to imagine what a man's cock would feel like. She imagined licking it and then easing her lips around the swollen part.
Bobby Carlson made a funny sound in his throat and they watched him jerk around in his seat. The sucking sound of Gloria's mouth grew suddenly very slurpy. Tammy gave Hayley a knowing look.
"He came! He just came in Gloria's mouth! Ohhh God, I'm about to wet my panties!"
"Me too."
They waited until Gloria had straightened up in her chair again before saying anything else. Then Tammy wondered aloud how a girl could do that without retching.
"Maybe it doesn't taste so bad," Hayley suggested.
"But it must be awful slimy and hot."
Tammy's words were husky with excitement. "I got some on my fingers once. Ted Pearson talked me into giving him a feel. So I messed around inside his skivvies for awhile and he started acting pretty weird and then all of a sudden he started shaking."
Tammy shrugged and fluffed her red hair.
"Heck, I didn't know what was happening so I kept squeezing him and then he kind of jerked and that stuff got all over my fingers. It smelled really far out. And was it slick!"
Hayley couldn't tell her friend what she knew about cum. She couldn't tell her how her father had used a rubber on her and how Russ Robertson had done it to her without one. She'd smelled the sharp aroma of jizz too. She'd even had it spewed up inside her! That was a lot more than Tammy had ever had.
"I'm so horny, I don't think I can sit here and watch this dumb movie much longer," Hayley said.
She'd been thinking of sneaking a finger into her panties. But after the live action she'd been getting lately, a finger didn't quite make it. "What do you want to do?"
"I don't know."
But Hayley had a good idea. She'd accidentally uncovered something that belonged to her mother while rummaging in a drawer at home. She'd been shocked by the discovery, then very much excited. It was a vibrator, complete with fresh batteries and shaped much like a male cock. Though her mother didn't have a boyfriend, Hayley had never thought about her getting horny. The vibrator told a different story. And since she'd seen it, she wondered how it would feel going into her own young cunt.
Since that one time with Russ, he hadn't found an opportunity to see her and things were even tighter at Roger's house. His wife seemed to hang around almost constantly now. Hayley had begun to wonder if her little game had been discovered. But no, that would have caused a terrible ruckus and she hadn't perceived anything which would make her behave trouble was afoot.
"I think I'll go on home," Hayley said. Tammy nodded agreement.
"Yeah, me too. At least I can go to my room and finger fuck."
"Maybe that's what I'll do too," Hayley said. But she knew that she wouldn't be satisfied with something so ordinary as her own finger. She had a wild vision of Roger and Russ running after her. In her daydream they pulled her down on the grass and stripped off her clothes. And then ...
"Watch where you're going, Hayley," Tammy said, "you stepped on my foot."
"Sorry."
The minute Hayley opened the back door she knew something wasn't quite as it should be. It was the smell that got her. Her mother's perfume. But strong! And the heady aroma seemed to be coming from the basement. She almost called her mother's name but a feeling inside her made her stop. That was when she heard the groan. Her mother was in the basement! And Hayley couldn't for the life of her understand why.
She crept down the steps and stood just outside the playroom door. It was closed but she knew there was no way to lock it. Her mother groaned again. Was she hurt? No, something told Hayley that it had nothing at all to do with pain. Ann's moaning had sounded unmistakably like pleasure. Hayley put her hand on the knob and turned it slowly.
"Oh God," she breathed to herself, eyes going wide at the spectacle before her. Russ Robertson and her mother were stark naked in the middle of the playroom rug. Russ was hugging Ann tightly. But they were upside down to each other! And then Hayley saw why.
"Russ.. . Russ, darling, you're driving me insane!"
Hayley felt the tremor of pleasure in her own cunt as she watched Russ wallow his mouth against her mother's glistening pussy. And then she watched Ann steady the man's prick in both her hands and lap at the swollen glans like it was a lollipop. For the first time in her life Hayley realized what sixty-nine really meant.
Her first emotion was one of anger. Russ had said so many beautiful things to her. He'd acted like he lived and died for the next time he could have her with him. And here he was going at her very own mother like he couldn't get enough.
But after the anger had passed, Hayley found herself very excited. The shock of seeing her mother naked was replaced by passion. She could see how far apart Ann was holding her knees. She was really getting eaten up by Russ's hungry mouth. And between groans, she was doing a pretty good job on his cock.
Ann's head bobbed now, taking that plum-colored knob deep into her throat. Hayley pushed a hand into her panties and probed her clit with a slick finger. She heard her mother gag a little as her lips fit close to Russ's balls. How could she do it? How was she able to keep from throwing up? But the more she watched her mother giving Russ a blow job, the hotter became her curiosity.
"... honey! Ohhhh Jesus Christ, Ann, darling... !"
Russ was writhing around. He seemed to want to really ram his prick down her throat but somehow held his body up enough so that Ann could take as much of him as she was able to without choking. They stopped together as if by mutual consent.
Hayley watched her mother push Russ down. They were facing away from her now, Russ on his back, Ann climbing between his legs. Hayley was looking directly at Russ's prick as her mother's fingers guided it up towards her dripping vulva. Her darkened flesh was all swollen out. Hayley could see the blood-plump membranes give as the hot barb pushed into them. The sound was one of squishy slickness and Hayley sucked in a quick breath of excitement. That was what her own young pussy looked like when a cock was entering her. She wished that it was her instead of her mother with Russ. And again she felt a stab of envy.
"He doesn't give a damn for me," she breathed. "Those were all lies he told me. He wanted to get into my mama's pants, that's all."
She went numbly up the stairs. For a second she felt like slamming the back door in her anger but knew that nothing would soften the hurt she felt inside. She walked without paying attention to where she was going. But like a magnet, Roger seemed to draw her towards his yard. He was working over a rusty power mower when she came up behind him.
"Oh, hi, Hayley, how are you doing?" His hot look told her she was doing fine.
"I've missed you," she said.
"Uh, yeah. I've missed you too. But as you can see, my wife's been hanging around a lot lately. And Tammy."
He shifted a wrench from one hand to the other. He looked very nervous. Hayley put a sandaled foot out to rub his leg.
"You're scared, aren't you. You're scared somebody will find out about us fucking."
Roger shrugged.
"A man my age does have to be careful. I mean, honey, you're not even sixteen yet. They could send me up for a long time. And your mother would make sure of that."
Hayley looked at him with sulky heat. She tossed her long hair.
"But you still want me, don't you?"
She put her fingers on her thighs and drew them slowly up so that her dress bunched up and was lifted to expose the tight nylon of her panty crotch. Roger stared like he'd never seen something so beautiful before. Hayley felt the power again. She could hypnotize a man with her beauty, or at least it seemed as if she could.
"Yes, I want you, baby. But..."
"I want you too!"
She put a finger out to wind his hair around it. Roger glanced nervously at the house.
"Hey, Betty might be watching."
"Sometimes I don't even care."
Hayley put the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and moved it slowly back and forth. Roger gripped the wrench until his knuckles turned white. His shorts were becoming very full in front. Hayley could almost see that swelling, feverish cock trying to push its way out. Now that Russ had betrayed her, she needed Roger more than ever. And she meant to have him.
"Listen, Hayley, why don't we try to get together when it's safer ..."
"No!"
She shook her head hard.
"Christ, my wife and daughter are just inside the house and ..."
"Tammy is in her room, I'll bet. And your wife is probably taking a nap or watching TV or..."
Roger stood up and struggled with his shorts. It was hard for him to walk and Hayley was mildly amused as she followed him to the storage shed and workshop near the back of then yard. As soon as both of them were out of sight of the house, Hayley pushed a hot hand down across the lump at his crotch.
"Hayley, you've lost your mind! It's Sunday, my family's home, there are neighbors fooling around on every side of us ..."
"But we're in here."
Her words were breathy and heavy with want. She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and eased it back over her shoulders. The excitement in Roger's eyes as he stared at her small, firm breasts was equal to the first time he'd played with her on his living room couch. She straightened her back so the youthful flesh rose. Her pink nipples extended as they heated up under Roger's hungry look.
"Oh, Roger, I've been thinking about how nice it felt when you ,.."
She blushed and dropped her eyes. "... put your cock in me. Ohhhh God, I've never been the same."
Hayley had made up her mind that Roger was more romantic than Russ. At least she believed what Roger said. Russ was a damned liar. She wasn't going to have anything more to do with him. She was going to devote the rest of her life to Roger.
She put a hand out to touch his face.
"Is something wrong, darling?"
"I've got to go inside. I've got some things to get fixed before Betty comes looking for me."
Roger started to move past her.
Hayley panicked. What had happened to her charms? She felt that her romantic world would crumble if she failed to arouse Roger enough to make him want her. She had to get him under her power again. And she remembered that there was something else she could resort to. This was an emergency.
Hayley grabbed his wrist. He stopped and looked into her eyes. He was breathing rapidly, like an animal trying to think of a way out of a trap, j Hayley licked her lips again. The bastard wasn't going to wriggle out of this trap. Again she let her eyes grow soft and hungry and she dug at his palm with a sharp nail.
"I'll suck you," she whispered, blushing.
Roger swallowed hard.
"What?"
"I said I'll suck you. Now."
"God, Hayley, you don't realize how chancy this is, I... I. .."
She had already unfastened the front of his shorts and was tugging them down. As they slipped below his groin, his cock jerked upwards, swaying heavily in the light that slanted in the single window. His glans was already much larger than the shaft. And the foreskin was stretched back to expose more than half of the smoothly rounded tip. Hayley's mind reeled with images. She'd seen Gloria doing it to her boyfriend in the movie. And she'd even seen her own mother sucking Russ Robertson's slender cock. But she had no first-hand experience herself. She had no idea what it would really feel like to suck on a man's erect j cock.
Holding the shaft with both hands she pressed Roger's glans up against her cheek. "It's so hot!"
"Hayley, we can't do this here. I'm dying for you to suck me, but if my wife ..."
"I never realized it throbbed like this!" she sighed.
Her heart was pounding. Scared as she was at the new experience, Hayley was very excited. There was a short bench seat behind Roger and she pushed him towards it and made him sit down. Then she leaned forward and rubbed her naked breasts against his glans. Her flesh was soon smeared brightly with his juice. The natural lubrication made her nipples shine and the soft friction had stirred her cunt to flood its own musky oil.
"Hayley ... baby doll."
Roger's fingers pushed into her hair. She could tell that his willpower was leaking away fast now. His cock was super erect! The foreskin was stretched tightly around the blood-packed glans. Hayley put her finger and thumb around the place where the skin clung to his flesh and gingerly worked it back and forth. Roger gasped and his prick jumped. With a wet sound, she jacked the skin back from his tip. The flared barb seemed to grow before her very eyes. It was glistening with juice as it continued to darken to a purple hue. The time had arrived to show Roger just how much she really cared for him. Hayley licked her lips until they were shiny slick. Then she took a big breath and leaned forward.
The soft sound of Roger's glans sliding against her pursed mouth was sexy enough to make her whimper. Roger whimpered too. She was just trying to get used to the sensation. The flesh of his glans was as velvety smooth as the surfaces inside her young pussy. It felt nice in her mouth, surprisingly nice. She twisted her head from side to side, gently caressing the throbbing knob, smearing it with her hot spit.
"... Uhhhhhh, Hayley ..."
"Mmmmm," she cooed, daring to push her lips down farther on him. Now his glans was slipping into her mouth. It disappeared with a wet pop. She tried hard to keep her teeth out of the way. Roger didn't seem to mind though when she accidentally bit him a little.
Hayley was very hot now. She hadn't expected to be so hungry for this strangely shaped chunk of meat. But once inside her mouth, the shape and texture made her want more. And for the first time she gingerly touched him with her tongue.
"God damn ... Hayley, you're killing me, baby, killing me ..."
She repeated what had excited him so much. It was a gentle petting motion with the flat of her tongue across those little lobes that bulged from the underside of his tip. As she swathed these bumps with spit, Roger squirmed his hips and sucked in a huge lungful of air.
"Uhhmmmm," she moaned through her nose.
All his moving around was making his prick slide in and out between her clasping lips. This gentle fucking excited her again. She knew how her cunt felt now! She wondered too if Roger could feel the difference. She flicked him hungrily then, using the pointed part to lick and tease his cock until he was making growhng sounds deep in his throat. His fingers tightened deeper in her hair.
"Oh, yeah, baby, suck it like that! Use that sweet tongue! Ohhhh, you little teenaged cock-sucker, you're going to send me to prison before you're through."
These words thrilled Hayley. She felt the power again, felt that she had this grown man under her control. His cock shaft was slippery with her spit now and it was leaking down to make droplets in his tight curls. She bobbed her head over him, the friction of her bottom lip causing his shaft to pulse powerfully. She could feel the shape of that little tube, the cum tube that ran from his body to his tip. It was bulged out and firm when she tongued it. She traced its path to where it sunk between the lobes of his glans. At that spot she began to suck furiously. Roger sounded like he was coming unglued. Or was he just coming?
She tried to ease her lips away from him, realizing that she hadn't come to grips with that little detail. She wasn't sure whether or not she had the courage to actually drink this man's come. But she wasn't getting away that easily. Roger grabbed her firmly by the hair and held her suckling mouth down on his prick.
"Ghhhaaaah," she cried, jerking and trying to get away. His throbbing cock was sliding through the trough her tongue had formed. He was pushing it deeper, deeper into her mouth. And as it brushed her tonsils, Hayley gagged, her tummy heaving. She turned her big eyes up to plead for mercy. But Roger wasn't even looking at her. He had a dreamy expression on his face and his mouth hung open as he nudged his glans into the beginning of her throat. rubbed his swollen tip back and clasping hollow of her throat, the less she reacted normally.
Again Hayley choked. But the spasms weren't as horrifying as she'd thought they'd be. The more he forth in the le res to it. Finally, she was swallowing normally, swallowing around that hot barb of cockflesh. "Yeah ... yeah .... ohhhh yeah, Hayley!"
"Huunnhhhh," she gasped, "ghhhuuhhhh!" Her tongue flicked his prick shaft in a frenzy of excited movements. She could sense that he was about to explode. She could feel the steady pulse of his climax beginning now. His whole prick seemed to tremble as the spasms collected at his cock.
It surprised her when Roger eased his cock almost all the way out of her mouth. The tip hung on her bottom lower hp, throbbing like a bomb with a very short fuse. He was letting her do what she wanted now. Hayley used her tongue in a very gentle way. She smoothed the fevered knob with hot spit and then caressed the lobes and the place between them until Roger was shuddering all over. His face was red, his lungs working hard.
"Nhhuummmm," she cooed, lapping with a steady, rhythmic stroke. Roger wasn't breathing. He was swaying back and forth on the wooden seat, his shorts tangled around his ankles. He seemed to be caught in some awful limbo between total ecstasy and agonizing torture.
Hayley felt sorry for him. And now that he'd released her to do what she wanted, she decided that she was mature enough to eat his cum. At least she was going to try it. Her heart fluttered as she slowed her licking.
Roger was watching her again. He was watching her soft, pink tongue curl around his glans and then draw back into her mouth. She did that three times before dropping her head slightly and taking his tip and three inches of shaft. The spot under his lobes bulged out. A spurt of cream foamed out into the hollow of her tongue. The next spurt was more powerful and she could feel the sticky stuff spattering against the back of her throat.
"Hayleeeee!" Roger moaned, trembling like a puppy. His prick surged, tightening against the wet clasp of her lips. Using her tongue, Hayley caressed him until the tiny orifice opened again and a steamy fountain of cum bubbled out. She had to swallow now. And it wasn't as easy as she'd thought.
"Uhnnnnn," she moaned, her throat working furiously. The harder she swallowed, the more her young mouth rubbed against Roger's exploding prick. And all that soft friction was pulling the sap from his balls. Her fingers slipped far back along his shaft. She found the hot eggs hanging low in their sack and scooped them up to squeeze. Roger squirmed around on the wooden seat as she slurped noisily at his cock, trying frantically to get his potent curds down her throat.
White seed spurted from the corner of her mouth and she felt it dripping in long strings from her chin. She couldn't bother with a little messiness at a time like this. She knew that Roger was in paradise. She wanted to keep him there as long as possible. She wanted him to become addicted to her. She wanted him to want her so bad he'd do anything to get to her.
In her desire to make it good for him, Hayley clutched his prick with both hands and began to jack the skin up and down as she sucked noisily at his glans. That knob of smoldering flesh was as firm as a hot plum and as the cum mingled with her spit, she smeared the gooey, sexy mess over his throbbing tip as more jizz splashed out.
At last nothing more was oozing into her mouth. Roger watched her weakly as she popped her lips free of him and wiped her chin.
"Was it good?" she asked, a little breathless from the fantastic experience. "Baby, that was the best..." He stopped and shook his head.
"You're simply unbelievable."
"Would you do me a favor then?" she whimpered. "Would you please fuck me? Fuck me right here, right now."
Though Hayley knew that a male had to wait after a climax for his cock to get hard again, she was surprised when Roger reached a piece of string from the workbench and wound it tightly around the base of his cock. He tied it in a bow and then turned to her. A wicked smile was on his face, a smile that made her juices start dripping again. His cock was as stiff as it had been inside her mouth.
"It's a trick as old as the world," he breathed, taking her by the shoulders.
He drew her close and started licking her hot breasts. Her nipples surged with blood and the electric tingles went up and down her belly. Hayley felt her clit extending from its hood. It was pressing out against her panties. Reaching under her dress she dug a finger under the nylon band to rub it more.
Roger pulled her over to the workbench and bent her forward over the edge. She was panting happily, glad to be manhandled a little. He stretched her pantycrotch to one side to reveal the glossy, blood-heated slit of her pussy. The next thing she knew he was pressing his cock against that excited flesh. She felt the slippery movement of her labia around him. He thrust, fucking into her from behind. Her bare breasts rubbed the rough table, her legs dangled in the air. He rammed again and there was a gasp from both of them as her tight hole finally opened to let his barb penetrate.
"Uhh, ohhhh, ahhh," she babbled, her hips see sawing as he held her pelvis and forced himself into her fourteen-year-old cunt.
Getting it from behind like that made him feel so big! And he was already big enough! Hayley whimpered as her juices flooded to help make her flesh slicker. She pumped her ass wildly, her narrow back arching and then humping as Roger stood behind her, his own ass jerking forward each time she moaned.
Now he picked up her legs and held them on each side of his hips as he kept fucking her hot pussy. The juice dripped down the edge of the workbench as he went in and out, his cock dragging her musky honey from the secret depths of her hole. The friction was acutely exciting. And though her clit wasn't in direct contact with Roger's body, the inward thrusts of his big prick were drawing the flesh tight around the glowing nubbin. She kicked her legs and felt Roger's fingers sink into her thighs a little deeper. She was really getting plowed! And as her breathing grew more ragged, Hayley knew she could come pretty damned soon.
"Ohhhh, Roger, darling! Ohhhh, Roger, it feels wonderful."
He'd forced his cock so deep that now she could feel the string that he'd wrapped around the base of his shaft. Whatever the trick was, it worked. His cock was as rigid and firm as ever and the head bulged against her dripping pussy tube. Her body closed down around him again in a spasm of lusty pleasure. Roger bent forward to kiss her shoulders. A tingle made her whine for more. He bit the nape of her neck, holding on with his teeth as he fucked with hard, quick jabs.
"Ohhhh, turn me over! Please, Roger, please!"
He eased his cock out of her teasingly, her hips lurching after it when he stepped back. It pulsed proudly, her juices shining along its entire length. It was a wonderful, beautiful cock, Hayley thought. It almost had a personality, she liked it so much.
Roger rolled her onto her back on the workbench. Her skirt was pulled up above her waist and her blouse thrown back to reveal her tits. Her cunt was peeled open from the way she had drawn her knees up against her chest.
"You built your workbench at just the right height," she sighed, noticing how his cock was at the right level for fucking her as he moved forward.
"Maybe I had this in the back of my mind all along."
He gazed longingly at the slippery wound of her adolescent cunt. She watched him untie the string from the base of his cock.
"I don't think I'll need this anymore," he said.
He wrapped the juice-drenched string playfully around one of her toes. Then he took another look at her cunt and put his lips to the inflamed opening.
Hayley's trim bottom humped furiously against the edge of the workbench as she drew Roger's head in with trembling fingers. She rubbed her hot cunt up and down against his licking until she thought she'd have to scream from the ravishing pleasure she felt. But she wanted even more. She wanted his cock again. She wanted his teeth nibbling at her breasts while he plunged and took her.
"Now! Ohhhhhh God, Roger, I can't wait! Put it in me again! Darling ..."
Standing with his cock just touching her pulsing outer lips, Roger began to nudge forward gently. Hayley kept her thighs against her tummy but slowly lifted her legs and pointed her toes as that hot glans divided her once again. With a slurp she took it into her hole. Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth. Roger leaned forward over her, his lips sucking one of her tits deep. He mouthed and tongued it as she wallowed her chest back and forth and whimpered with pleading sighs for him to ravish her.
"Ohhhh, yesss! Ohhhh, do anything to me! Fuck me! Eat me! Ohhhh, take me, all of me ... Roger ..."
His cock was going deeper now. She wrapped her legs around his body as he let more of his weight press her down against the workbench. She squeezed and pumped her young ass with shivery energy.
They clawed excitedly at each other as their excitement quickened. Hayley's long, thin feet pawed the air over Roger's back. Her flat tummy heaved against his muscled hardness. He stroked her, putting his cock as deep as it would go before dragging it out with tantalizing slowness. As his blood-fevered cock was pulled back each time, Hayley squealed and plunged her ass in a frenzy against the top of the workbench. When Roger speared her again, she gurgled with happiness and dug her heels against his buttocks.
"Aren't I a good fuck?" she whispered, her pink tongue teasing his ear.
"Oh, God, baby, there couldn't be anyone any better."
They kissed open-mouthed and hungry. The hot flush of her breasts and the firm heat of her nipples told Hayley that her climax was very close. A glowing tension of pleasure had spread through her loins. The slightest contact from Roger as he petted her slit with his cocktip made her gasp for breath.
"Nhhhhhahhh, ohhhh, Roger, don't tease me! Put it in again! Put that thing in me!"
He placed the tip against her hole and she felt her muscles opening and closing rapidly as if to suck him deep. Urging his ass forward with her heels again, she grunted as his shaft slid into her slippery cunt. Roger started pumping hard now, his breathing almost as rapid as hers had become.
"Ohhh, ohhhh God ... ohhhh God, Roger, I'm gonna .. . gonna ... !"
"Yeah, baby, me too!"
"Faster, darling! Ohhh yess, faster, faster, f-a-a-a-asssster!"
She writhed violently on the workbench. A box of nails was upset and went spilling to the floor. Neither of them cared if the roof fell in. They were locked in a hungry embrace, her mouth skittering against his neck, her tongue flashing as passion swept over her.
"Fuck fuck fuck me, my darling!"
Hayley humped wildly as the thrills stung her pussy. Then the full impact of her climax exploded and she couldn't stifle the joy she felt. She screamed. A shuddering, ecstatic cry of happiness as her pussy convulsed tightly around Roger's thrusting, slippery cock. Then she knew that he was coming too. He mouthed one of her breasts with sloppy licks and his ass jerked. Hot jizz was being pumped deep into her body! The dangerous thrill of it made her squeal again, made her rub her seeping cunt wildly against her lover's thrusts.
"I want your cum in me! Ohhhh yesss, it's filling me up. It's even leaking out of me you gave me so much!"
She nuzzled his neck, pumping steadily as her climax wound down into the warm afterglow that was almost as good as coming itself. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear the door of the shed open.
"Roger ..." Betty Brewer gasped.
That was the only word she seemed capable of speaking. Because as Hayley turned her eyes to the door the woman seemed on the verge of murder. Her face reddened and she clenched her fists and raised them.
Roger wheeled, his cock coming free of Hayley's cunt with a slurp. He sprayed white strings of jizz in front of him as he struggled for the right thing to say. Betty was staring in horror at Hayley's cunt. Hayley tried to hide the leaking wound where Betty's husband had just deposited his hot seed. But the white strings dribbled through her fingers as she sat up on the edge of the workbench. It dripped down her legs and hung in strings from her ankles. Betty turned her horrified eyes to Hayley's face. Hayley couldn't face her and turned away. Betty spoke slowly.
"You! You... !"
Roger reached out a hand to his wife but she slapped it away.
"Now Betty, I think if we went in the house and talked ..."
"I think I'd better go home," Hayley announced, jerking her panties on and smoothing her dress down. She felt relieved to slip past Betty Brewer and out into the bright sunlight. As soon as she was a few yards away from the storage shed she ran, the cum leaking through her panty crotch now. She could hear Betty and Roger going at each other. Ah the neighbors had stopped puttering in their back yards and were listening to the accusations and hot words of anger. Hayley felt that disaster was imminent now, and she'd been the cause of it. She was out of breath when she made it to the back door of her own house. The man in the yard directly in back of their house eyed her hungrily. She knew that he'd guessed what had happened. She returned his hot gaze and then flipped her ass in a sassy way and entered the house. Her mother was running up the basement steps. She looked thoroughly fucked.
"Hayley!" she cried in shock. "You're not supposed to be home yet from the movie. And what's all that hollering outside?"
"The Brewers are having a little argument," she said calmly. "You know, marital difficulties."
From the bottom of the stairs Russ Robertson peeked up at them. Hayley smiled knowingly as he tried to button his shirt.
"Hi, Mr. Robertson. Been having a good time?"
Her mother's fingers tightened on her arm.
"Hayley, I'd like to speak to you. Alone. You see, Russ and I had to talk about something and ..."
"Well, next time he talks to you," Hayley said, "tell him not to bite you so hard."
She touched the sticky on her mother's neck. Ann covered the place as if it'd been an erotic tattoo.
"Don't be like that, darling. You don't understand."
"Oh I understand alright. You and Russ just decided to have a good old-fashioned fuck."
Hayley felt her face go red.
"Well let me tell you that he fucked me first! Yes, don't look so shocked. I've had him on his knees babbling like an idiot. He said he'd do anything if he could fuck me whenever he wanted. And I was dumb enough to believe him."
"You don't know what you're saying, darling ..."
"Like hell I don't."
Hayley glared at Russ. He was on his way up the steps and tried to avoid her eyes. But she grabbed his wrist when he was even with her and pushed her body against him.
"Remember what we did in your study, Russ?"
"Excuse me, but I think I'd better get back to my place."
He gave Ann a weak smile but she was just staring at him, her eyes wide, her mouth open. Hayley felt a wild new freedom. She was tired of sneaking around, of hiding and lying and covering up.
"Ohh, he fucked me all right. He felt me up something awful. And he rubbed his big cock ..."
Ann slapped her hard across the cheeks. Hayley fled then, running through the house and up the stairs to her own room. Then she threw herself across her bed, sobbing convulsively as hot cum leaked onto her covers.