Chapter 2
Janet's decision to send her daughter Karen to a Catholic boarding school might have been rather old-fashioned, but it hadn't been without justification. At eighteen, Karen was something more than merely beautiful. There wasn't much crime in the suburbs, but if she'd gone to public school, someone would have undoubtedly tried to rape her before she got through her freshman year.
Two teachers had even been fired for making passes at her in her four years at St. Ignatius. Even if she hadn't been blessed with an incredible body, her face alone would have been enough to win any beauty contest in the state.
Long, thick blonde hair fell in waves to her delicate shoulders, framing her innocent, Madonna-like face. She had ripe, red lips, a small nose and wide blue eyes. Photographers frequently begged her to pose, though most of them were secretly trying to fuck her. That was because of her body.
Karen's breasts were very large and very firm, capped with big, rosy nipples that inevitably protruded through the most chaste of bras and blouses. She liked to wear short dresses in the summer, but in public this was impossible. The sight of her long, perfectly shaped legs was enough to inspire hard-ons and propositions from every other man who passed her.
She had a lithe, delicate bone structure, a mouthwateringly firm, rounded, out-thrust ass and, unknown to any man, a magnificent bush of fleecy, brown pussy hair.
In short, Karen was a walking wet dream, made that much more desirable because of her innocence and virginity. She was more than ripe for plucking at age eighteen.
"Mr. Samuels, don't say things to me like that!" They stood to one side of an enormous, crisply manicured back yard, separated from the rest of the party by a short hedge. A few feet away, two dozen suburbanites and their children chatted over drinks and what was left of a barbecue. It was a pool party. Janet had insisted Karen come along to be re-introduced to the neighbors she hadn't seen much of in four years.
Karen had known this would be a mistake. Hardly anyone was swimming anyhow, though the weather was perfect for it, and she felt extremely uncomfortable parading her creamy-white, lushly voluptuous figure in a bikini.
The fact that most of the men there were old enough to be her father didn't mean they couldn't get horny. She had blushed frequently as she tried to control the jiggling of her big tits, or felt the panties of her bikini riding up to expose her saucily rounded ass.
Mr. Samuels was only one of many men who had made subtle passes at her, but he was drunk enough to be a lot more brazen than most.
Karen didn't like him at all. He was a burly, fifty-year-old real estate developer with a fat, red face from too much drinking and a leer of perpetual lust in his eyes.
"It's not my fault you're gorgeous," Samuels grunted. He stepped closer and closer, until Karen could feel his liquored breath on her neck. "God, you look sexy in that bikini."
"Mr. Samuels, please!" Karen wanted to step back farther, but her back was now against an oak tree. "You're really embarrassing me. Don't you think we should be getting back to the party?"
"Fuck the party," Bud Samuels said. It was the first real obscenity he'd spoken in her presence, and a combination of alcohol and lust suddenly made him more bold. "I just want to see your body. Those big, beautiful tits!"
"Mr. Samuels!"
Karen gasped in genuine horror as his hairy paw closed over her right tit, hungrily cupping and massaging the spongy globe. Frantically, she managed to break away from him, slipping around his side and walking quickly back to the rest of the party.
"Don't tell anybody!" Samuels croaked over her shoulder. "Please! My wife would kill me!"
Karen only shook her head and walked that much faster, keeping her head down so the rest of the party wouldn't see how fiercely she blushed. Men! It seemed reasonable to her that they could want something without constantly trying to have it, that they could get their minds on something else besides fucking.
It was true that Karen sometimes felt unwanted stirrings in her pussy, but four years at a Catholic high school had taught her to suppress these desires zealously. She always felt extremely ashamed of herself when she glanced at the crotch of a boy's pants, when such a sight made her cunt get wet. She was sure she would fuck only to have children, and then only when she was married.
Karen tried to rejoin the rest of the party, but soon found she was too embarrassed to be sociable. Other men were staring at her, practically licking their lips as they ogled her slender, firm waist, the overripe curves of her tits straining the cups of her bikini. Her blush deepened as she wondered if Mr. Samuels had pulled aside the bikini's bra.
Maybe she should freshen up. Separating from the rest of the party, she hurried up the flagstone pathway and entered the house. She didn't know it well and felt a little shy about wandering through the halls in search of a bathroom. If she could just find a mirror where she could check her hair and compose herself.
Gingerly, she walked through the huge living room and started up the stairs for the second floor. A bathroom had to be up there, she reasoned. She walked down the upstairs hall slowly, looking for a likely door.
One of the doors was open, and Karen happened to glance through it, into a bedroom. Then she stopped dead in her tracks, and her breath caught in her throat. In the space of a second, she saw something that would change her life completely.
Sprawled on the bed were two naked people, entwined in the passionate embrace of lust. Karen's nipples stiffened as she saw the man's muscular back facing her, his head bending to kiss the tits of the woman he was fucking. The woman had her legs twined around him and was wantonly, hornily dry-humping his crotch.
"Fuck me," she groaned. It was the filthiest, most shamelessly sexual sentence Karen had ever heard a woman say, and it immediately sent a hot thrill of yearning through her cunt. "Fuck me, Ken! Fuck me hard ..."
Ken! Her father!
Karen knew she'd already seen too much, that it was time to tiptoe back down the stairs and hurry back to the party. It wasn't important if her father was cheating on her mom. But Karen now recognized the girl as being Nancy - a girl her own age - whom she hadn't seen much of since junior high school.
But she couldn't move. Her position in the hallway was such that they wouldn't be able to see her if she moved to one side of the door, though she would still have a complete view of their fucking and sucking.
The temptation was irresistible. Silently, Karen crouched on the rug, feeling her pussy starting to burn and throb as her father turned on the bed. She stared with helpless desire at his huge, naked cock.
"Give it to me," Nancy whispered. Reaching between their naked bodies, she hungrily clasped the thrusting length of his cock. "Oh please, I want your prick inside me. I want you to fuck me, Ken!"
Nancy was a slender, pretty, very horny teenaged girl, with a lithe figure and long, straight brown hair. Ken had tried to resist the temptation of her advances for months now, but when she'd brazenly squeezed his cock through his swimming trunks on the patio, he'd lost all control over himself.
His wife and daughter were outside, but he didn't care. He had rushed Nancy upstairs to the first bedroom in sight. He couldn't wait to sink his hard-on into the wet, tender grip of her tight cunt.
"I said give it to me, Kenny!" Nancy squealed. She flipped onto her back in the missionary position, spreading her long legs as wide as she could, opening up the curly-haired slit of her dripping cunt. "Can't you hear me? I want your big prick inside me!"
Groaning, the handsome, muscular, thirty-nine-year-old father crouched between her legs. He held his throbbing cock in his fist, making Nancy whimper as he rubbed his prick knob teasingly up and down her gushing pussy.
Then he fit his cock head between the pouting lips of her wet cunt. Both of them shuddered. Ken felt her pussy muscles nipping his cock head, and Nancy felt the first touch of his twitching cock.
"Fuck me, Ken!" Uncontrollably, Nancy started humping her little ass cheeks off the bed, rhythmically lifting her pussy up to his cock. "I'm not cherry! You won't hurt me! Just ram your cock up my cunt!"
Ken bucked his ass, groaning as he sank his turgid prick into the luscious, pulsating grip of her fuck tunnel. Inch after inch of his prick bored into her, and he felt her pussy clutching around it, reflexively massaging the hard center of his massive cock.
Oh God, Karen thought. My father - that's my father's cock!
His prick was so big and long and thick! Karen couldn't take her eyes off it, feeling her pussy gush uncontrollably as she stared at his blue-veined prick, the mushroom-shaped knob that had just disappeared into the hairy gash of her long-lost friend's cunt.
Karen had learned to suppress her sexuality under the supervision of Catholic nuns, but that just wasn't possible now. Her nipples had stiffened into rubbery tips that rose a full half-inch from the surface of her large tits.
Her cunt was burning up, as wet as a swamp. It took all her self-control not to fingerfuck herself, for the first time in her life.
My daddy, my daddy ...
Fuck him, Karen found herself thinking. The obscene word burned into her brain like a torch, separating what she was now from everything she'd been since reaching puberty. That's right, Daddy. What a big fat prick you've got. Fuck her with it. Fuck Nancy's cunt ...
"Ungghhh! Oh Ken, your cock's so big! Ungghhh! I'm gonna cum now! Fuck meeee unh unh unngghhh ..."
His enormous hard-on was buried all the way up her juicing fuck hole, soaking and throbbing in the buttery sheath of her cunt. Ken lay motionless between her shivering legs, sighing as he felt her pussy muscles bringing a new stiffness to his aching cock.
Slowly he pulled his prick out of her, feeling her pussy walls clutch the shaft of his cock, as if reluctant to let his prick escape from her cunt for even a moment.
Ken could feel her fuck juices on the shaft of his prick and the jism oozing freely from his bloated prick knob. It wouldn't take him long to cum either.
"Fuck me, Kenny!" Nancy immediately started humping her ass again, unable to do without the length of his hard-on. "I want your cock again. Oh, fuck meeeee ..."
Ken sank back down again, plowing his bursting prick into Nancy's cunt. She humped uncontrollably. He started fucking her, sawing his prick in and out of her pussy, fucking her cunt with long, slow strokes of his cock.
"Unggghhhh!" Nancy's head twisted on the mattress as her body was deluged with pleasure. "That's right!"
She whipped up her long legs until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, wrapping her slender thighs around Ken's heaving back.
"You're fucking me now! Ungghh unhh! Oh fuck! Keep fucking me!"
Ken panted and quickened his fucking pace, feeling the walls of Nancy's pussy trying to milk his jism load from the orbs of his swollen balls. The girl feverishly contracted and bucked her ass cheeks to meet his strokes.
Then they were fucking in rhythmic unison, grunting and panting together as their bellies slapped together with each insertion of Ken's prick. Nancy felt her pussy burning and juicing as her clit grew stiffer, as his pounding cock drew her closer to cumming.
"Suck my titties, Kenny!" she gasped. Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled his face to her small, rounded tits. "Oh fuck! My nipples are so hard! Suck my tits while you fuck my cunt!"
Obediently, Ken glued his lips to Nancy's rigid nipples, puckering his cheeks to suck them deep into his mouth. She whined and started humping harder than ever, nearly lifting both their bodies off the mattress as he madly thrust her cunt onto his cock.
"Cumming now!" she cried. Her pussy muscles sucked convulsively around his 'pistoning prick. Whimpering and squealing, twisting her lust-contorted face back and forth, she fucked his cock as hard as she could. "Fuck me now, Kenny! Do it! Oh fuck, oh shit! Cumming! Ahhnhh yes yes! Jesus!"
Violently the spasms burst through Nancy's churning pussy like water from a collapsing dam. Ken kept his cock buried in her cunt and thrust furiously as she clawed his shoulders and bucked her hips, and the last throbs of orgasm had penetrated the gurgling walls of her cunt.
Karen could see the cream from her friend's fuck tunnel dripping down her ass cheeks onto the bed. Her father pulled his cock out of the girl's pussy, and she was surprised to see that he hadn't cum.
It was the first really good look she'd had at his hard-on, and she drank up the sight, ogling his big, wet prick rising from the cushion of his balls like a battering ram of flesh.
"Oh God. You've got a beautiful prick," Nancy whispered, echoing Karen's sentiments exactly. "Oh Kenny, let me suck your cock for you. I want to taste your cum spurting down my throat!"
Karen watched her father stretch out on his back, folding his arms behind his head as his big, stone-hard cock throbbed and jerked obscenely on his stomach. Nancy got on her knees beside him.
Then she bent her head to the knob of his prick, and Karen nearly groaned aloud as she watched her take his cock into her mouth. Crouching beside the open doorway, she felt her hand moving down her belly, as if of its own volition, feverishly rubbing her drenched pussy through the soaked crotch of her bikini. It was the first time she'd ever touched her cunt with the express purpose of pleasuring herself.
My daddy's cock. Fuck her face, Daddy ... your big, stiff cock!
"Suck my cock now!" Ken lifted his head and anxiously watched the spectacle of the naked girl preparing to give him a blow job. "God, my prick is so stiff! I'm gonna cum any second!"
"Love your prick," Nancy purred. Clutching his warmly pulsing prick in both hands, she hornily rubbed the cum-drooling knob all over her face.
"Ungghhh!" Ken grimaced with pleasure and started to grind his hips off the mattress. "I said suck my cock, honey! Suck it hard!"
"Love your big, hard cock ..."
Opening her mouth wide, Nancy pushed her head down and let the crown of his cock slide down her throat. She felt his spongy prick knob oozing cum onto her tonsils, and the feeling made her hornier than ever. She pursed her lips around the blue-veined shaft of his cock, immediately beginning to suck his prick wet and hard.
"Ungghhh! That's good, Nancy!" Ken thrust his hands behind her head, holding her in position. "Suck my prick harder!"
Nancy's cheeks flushed as she wantonly increased the intensity of the blow job, slurping and smacking noisily around the steely stiffness of his cock. Her head bobbed, as she furiously fucked her face with his aching prick.
"Jack me off!" Ken gasped. "Oh shit! I can feel it! I'm gonna cum!"
Eagerly, Nancy wrapped her fist around the shaft of his cum-swollen prick. At first, she stroked his prick lightly, tugging the loose flesh. Then she increased her rhythm and began to beat his cock with the expert professionalism of a whore, feverishly sucking his cock as she jacked him off into her mouth.
"Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!" Ken writhed on the bed, grimacing as he began to really get off from the cocksucking. "So good, baby! So fucking good!"
Suddenly he arched his hips, literally lifting his ass off the bed as his cock swelled to total, twitching stiffness in Nancy's mouth. Nancy panted through her flared nostrils and forced her head down, engulfing nearly half of his hotly-pulsating cock.
"Cumming now!" Ken sighed. "Ahhhh ..."
A salty fountain of cum blasted from the tip of his cock, spurting heavily down Nancy's throat. Nancy squeezed his balls and eagerly started gulping down his jism, working the muscles of her throat as she continued to suck his gushing cock as hard as she could.
But there was more of his creamy cum than she could take down. She took her mouth from his cock and grabbed it in both hands. Then she beat his prick furiously, groaning as she watched the rest of his load spurt onto his stomach and her hands.
By that time, though neither of them knew it, their secret observer had fled.