Chapter 5
While her husband watched in silence, Millie Tilden shook her shoulders to make her naked tits swing from side to side. They were huge and gracefully rounded, making her short and otherwise petite body look erotically top-heavy. There had been a time when Brady liked nothing better than to play with them, sometimes for hours on end. But lately, he was getting harder and harder to arouse.
Tonight she had stripped for him, hoping that a combination of sexy music on the record-player and her teasing movements would stiffen his prick. But now that she was fully undressed, it was still only half-erect. She resolved to do whatever was necessary to get it up. It had been such a long time since he fucked her.
Shaking her hips in rhythm to the Latin drumbeat that ran through the music which was playing, she ran her hands lightly over her nudity. Her nipples were rigid, sticking out in front of her like a pair of loaded cannons. She rubbed the flats of her palms over them, moving her hands in tight little circles. Then she took the taut tip between her thumbs and index fingers to twirl them back and forth. She thought she saw his limp rod stirring.
She paused to look down at herself, allowing the sight of her own naked body to arouse her still further. Then she looked over at Brady. He, too, was naked, sprawled casually across their king-sized bed. His gun belt and holster hung on the bedpost beside him. Suggestively, she stared at his cock. Her tongue licked slowly at her lips.
Cupping one of her own massive boobs, she lifted it up toward her face. It was so big that it almost touched her chin. She smiled erotically, giving her husband a sexy wink. Then, bowing her head, she began licking at the swollen nipple.
The rubbery disc was so dark that it looked almost brown. As her tongue glided over it, she could see it becoming even darker. She hoped that her performance was affecting Brady's prick, be- cause she was certainly exciting herself. She looked up to see him watching her, and glanced down once again at his groin. She couldn't be sure, but his cock seemed to have grown a little.
Pursing her lips, she drew the rigid nipple into her mouth. She sucked it noisily, deliberately filling the air with obscene slurping sounds. Then, turning slightly, she did the same to her other breast. As she sucked their sensitive centers, her finger tips wandered freely over the silken surfaces. They felt firm, in spite of her thirty-eight years. She wished that Brady would hold them.
The music had stopped, but Millie went on moving without it. Her hips churned rhythmically, swinging forward and back. Her groin waved at Brady's eyes, her cunt opening and closing as she ground her pelvis before him. It was a puffy red gash, completely covered by a thick and curling growth of shining black hair. Little droplets of vaginal fluid dotted the kinky bush, a monument to her own mounting excitement.
But her husband didn't seem at all inclined to move. He was lying on his back, his head turned to face her. And he was making almost no response to her efforts to stimulate him. She did notice that one of his hands had strayed to his crotch and that it was lightly stroking his cock up and down. But the movement seemed idle, almost unconscious. He still hadn't reached the level of excitement that she was seeking.
She wasn't ready to give up though. There were still a few tricks left in her bag. After all, she hadn't lived with the same man for twelve years without learning something about him. Leaning back, she arched her pelvis forward. Her cunt reached out for him, beckoning hotly. She placed her hands on her hips and rotated her pussy slowly. Tensing the muscles of her abdomen, she made her cuntlips open and close, blowing heated kisses of desire in his direction. His breathing seemed to deepen.
While he watched in fascination, she began rubbing her pussy with her hands. She knew that this would do it. It always turned him on. Her cuntlips blossomed open, revealing the wetness of her inner vulva. Her clit began to swell.
Slowly she inserted one of her fingers in the opening. She heard her husband gasp softly. Looking at him through half-closed eyes, she slid the probing digit deep inside. When her cunt swallowed two knuckles, she moved her hand in a circle. She could feel her palm brushing heavily over the mound of her clitoris. She could feel her fingers pressing tight against the hairy hump of her pubis.
She groaned softly-partially for his pleasure, and partially because of her own. Then she started finger-fucking herself in earnest. Her hand flashed as her probing middle finger drove in and out of her pussy. Her clit quivered with desire. She was good at this. She had been doing quite a lot of it lately, even when he wasn't watching.
She could see his cock hardening at last. Its thick head was swollen and red. Its shaft pulsed power- fully. His hands still held it, but his movements were no longer lazy or casual. He was jerking off with a rhythm which matched that of her cunt-spearing digit. He was almost ready for her.
Removing her finger from her slit, she placed its tip on the marble of her clit. She petted and stroked the tiny pleasure center while Brady watched and pulled on his prick. Then she returned her finger to the opening. In and out she sawed. In and out. Until a glistening sheen of cuntjuice coated her hand. With an obscene auto-erotic gesture, she rubbed the thick fluid over her tits. When she bent to lick it off one of her nipples, her husband groaned aloud.
She continued titillating herself as she moved closer to the bed. Then, while she probed her pussy with one hand, she took his cock between the fingers of her other. Slowly, she stroked it up and down, spreading his oozing lubricant over its throbbing surface. Then she changed hands, inserting his cockjuice in her pussy with one while she rubbed cunt honey over his prick with the other. They sighed in melodic unison.
Brady's eyes were closed, his head turning slowly from side to side. Leaning over him, she licked at his chest. Cupping her tits in her hands, she brought her own rosy discs against his. She felt his nipples hardening against her. With an erotic swaying motion, she trailed the center of her boobies over his entire upper body.
Her tits caressed his armpits and his well-muscled shoulders. Her nipples left tingling trails of desire across his throat. She pressed one of them into his navel, rolling the flesh of her boob over his belly. Very lightly, she drew them both over his cock and his balls.
Brady's hips were churning, working his body up and down on the bed. She liked to see him like this. She was determined to make it last. Spreading his knees with her hands, she crept onto the bed between them. Leaning forward, she dangled her tits over his writhing form.
Slowly, she brushed her nipples over his skin. She began at his shoulders, tracing a wavy line to the place where a bushy growth of hair covered his groin. Then, continuing to move downward, she drew erotic parallels on either side of his prick. The rigid organ spasmed, rising up to lodge itself thickly between the heavy globes of her breasts. For a moment, she kept it there, bathing his tool in the heat of her bosom.
Lowering her body, she pressed her tits against his crotch, smothering his cock in the shadowy valley between them. She heard him sigh with pleasure and felt her cunt becoming slick with the juices of desire. The more excited he became, the hotter it made her. Tonight was going to be special. The fun was just beginning.
She allowed her tits to roll softly over the bag of his scrotum. Her nipples teased his swollen balls. Her tits pressed against them like a pair of downy pillows. She felt a trickle of fluid running from his prick to wet the skin of her chest. Moving the upper part of her torso, she rubbed it back into the silky flesh of his cockhead.
Capturing his bag of nuts between her soft and fleshy tits, she flicked the tip of her tongue over his swollen rod. He gasped again. Opening her mouth, she took the massive tool inside. It tasted spicy, the flavor making her belly flutter with sexual hunger. She ran her tongue over its surface while she sucked lightly at its head.
She had straddled one of his muscular thighs and was rubbing her cunt against him as she sucked. Each sigh of pleasure which emanated from his throat turned her on a little more. Each throb of his penis in her mouth made her cunt twitch a little harder.
Moving her head up and down, she massaged the skin of his prick with her lips. At the same time, she sucked and licked at its head. Her actions were taking their toll on him. She could tell. His cock had grown even longer, and was pulsating with an arrhythmic irregularity. She moved from side to side, rubbing her boobs against his groin as his penis slid in and out of her mouth.
Her cunt was awash with the torrential river of her juices. Her tits tingled wildly with mushrooming excitement. The rigidity of his prick against her lips made her shudder all over. She sucked harder, laving her tongue faster and more anxiously against the muscles of his fuck rod. She rolled her hips passionately stroking his leg with the inner membranes of her superheated cunt.
An animalistic growl was coming from her throat. The thickness of his organ muffled it, but nothing could drown it out. She was a female in heat. Her body craved satisfaction; her cunt demanded fulfillment. She felt his cock tensing as it prepared to spit its heated brew. She knew that her pussy would match its contractions.
The friction was building. The pleasure was becoming unbearable. She lost sight of the line which separates agony from ecstasy and was hanging by her fingertips to the sweet pain of joy. Her twat was crawling over him. Her clit rubbed its head against his sizzling skin.
She began to moan, a series of sexual sounds to furnish background music for her lust. "Mmmmn-nn," she intoned. "Aaaannnggg. Oooouuuhhh." Then it started.
She tasted the burnt almond flavor of his semen as it flooded her mouth and throat. She felt the throbbing spasms of cock pumping hot against her tongue. Her pussy went off like a rocket-bursts of swirling flame filling her consciousness. She was cumming. He was cumming. They were cumming together.
It felt so wonderful. It felt so fine. She was coasting through zero-gravity space on a magic carpet of orgasm. She was soaring through the air on a sex wind which came from the pleasure center of the earth. She heard gurgling sounds spilling from her husband's throat as his bubbling load of gism spewed from his dick. For a moment, they were one. Frantically they fucked until all the tension had left them.
His cock was flaccid and her cunt had almost stopped throbbing when the telephone rang. She wished that he would ignore it, but knew-even before he jumped to his feet pulling his cock from her lips-that he would not. "Fuck!" she muttered angrily as he grabbed for the receiver.
"Sheriff Tilden," he said. He sounded businesslike and efficient. For a moment he listened impassively to the caller's voice. Then his eyes lit up with glee. "Oh, they did, huh?" he said. "Well, good. It looks like we got him now." He paused and added, "No, don't do anything 'til I get there. I want to handle this one myself."
Hanging up the phone, he turned to his wife. "That was Luke McLean," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm going to have to go." Offering no other explanation, he began to dress. When he buckled on his gun belt, he said, "Better not wait for me. This may take all night."
Millie sighed. Well, at least he had climaxed before the telephone call. She had heard what people said about him chasing cunt all over the county. And deep down she knew that it was true. Tonight, though, she would have nothing to worry about. After an orgasm like that, there couldn't be anything left for philandering.
Inside Brady Tilden's pants, however, his cock was already beginning to stiffen.
Petey moaned as Margo Wilson kissed him hotly on the lips. His hands wanted to roam over her sweet adolescent body. But he was doing his best to remain passive; to let her take the lead. So far, it was working out pretty nicely.
The twelve-year-old had learned much from his sister the day before. First on the bathroom floor, and then on Maggie's large and comfortable double bed. The most important lesson had been that there is a world of difference between diddling a young girl and fucking a real full-grown woman. Maggie made him realize that, in spite of his precocious sexuality, there was a whole lot that he didn't know. A whole lot that only a woman could teach him.
Margo wasn't quite a woman yet. She was only seventeen. But her body was fully developed. And from what he had heard about her, it was likely that she had as much experience as lots of women. Besides, she was accessible. Very accessible.
Margo had a reputation for promiscuity-a reputation which was well-deserved. It didn't take much to get her started, and once that was done, it took a great deal to make her stop. Some of the local boys called her "quick thighs", even to her face. She never seemed to mind it. In fact, some thought that she was proud of the lewd nickname.
Petey had seen her around, but never really spoke to her before tonight. So when he called to ask her for a date, he wasn't at all sure that she'd see him. But it was easy. Almost too easy.
"Oooooh, Petey Edwards," she had squealed over the phone. "I know who you are. Amy Bradshaw told me all about you. You're the one she gave it to. And you're only twelve. How exciting. What time should I pick you up?"
When she came for him in her car, he left everything up to her. It wasn't a mistake. Margo drove straight to Hyacinth Canyon, Davis County's own lover's lane. Within moments after stopping the engine, she had thrown her arms around him and snaked her tongue down his throat.
"Ooooohh, you kiss good," she said, coming up for air. "Are you sure you're only twelve." Petey just nodded dumbly. "How'd you like to kiss my tits?" she invited. He grinned.
Swiftly, she undid the buttons at the front of her blouse. Then she pulled the loose-fitting garment open. She wasn't wearing a bra and her titties popped right out at him. They weren't nearly as big as Maggie's, but they were nice. Real nice. Her nipples were plump and round, like a pair of purple plums stuck on after her breasts had been molded. Her boobs themselves were firm and cone-shaped.
He reached for them with anxious fingers and began to caress their snowy softness. She cooed softly in his ear. Taking one of the plums in his fingers, he twisted it gently. Her moans became louder. Then, leaning over her, he popped one in his mouth. Margo giggled.
"That's nice," she said. "But I wanted you to kiss them. Now be a good boy and do as I tell you."
Petey's cock twitched. So she wanted to be teacher. Well, that was all right. He could learn to be teacher's pet. Letting her nipple drop from his mouth, he pursed his lips and planted a wet noisy kiss at the center of her conical breast. He heard her sigh without inhibition.
He began kissing little circles around the purple blossoms, his lips leaving a damp trail in their wake. The sounds of passion which she was making brought his prick to total erection. He felt it pressing painfully against the front of his pants. But he kept on kissing her, moving from one luscious boob to the other and then burying his face in the valley between.
"Now, you can suck them," she whispered after a moment.
Quickly he complied. He filled his mouth with the exotic softness of her erect and swollen nipple. Her perfume was heady. As he rolled his tongue over the distended surface, the aroma of perspiration mingled with its sweetness. She was already hot.
He felt her hands moving toward his groin, stroking and petting his rigid prick through the thick material of his pants. The suddenness of her approach made him gasp in excited surprise.
"Oooooohh, you like that," she exclaimed. "You're already hard." She played with the throbbing organ for a minute and then said, "I want to see it. Open your pants and take it out."
Petey had never encountered this kind of willingness. It took him by surprise. His hands froze in mid-air, his mouth locked on the fleshy spigot of her tit. He felt suddenly inept. His prick was burgeon- ing with excitement.
"I guess I'll just have to do it myself," Margo said impatiently. Her dark eyes flashed in the moonlight. With slender and experienced fingers, she began to work on his fly. In an instant it was open, his youthful cock exposed to the night. "Oooooooohhh," was all she said when she saw it. . Petey tried to kiss her again, but she pushed him away. "I want to look," she said. Her tone was almost reverent. "Your dickey is so cute. Small, but shaped just like a grown-up man's. Can I hold it?"
Not waiting for an answer, she reached for the hard-on. Her fingers closed slowly around its shaft. She held it tenderly, as though she was afraid that it would break. Then she began to stroke it slowly up and down. Petey leaned back against the car seat and closed his eyes.
He could feel the excitement in her fingertips as she ran them over his cock's pulsating surface. He could hear the arousal in her voice. Groans of passion were already coming from her throat. The mere touch of male flesh was all it took to get her going. He felt her lips on his forehead, and remained perfectly motionless while she kissed him.
She pecked lightly at first, caressing his face with her lips an a maternal kind of way. But as her hand jerked his cock with accelerating tempo, her mouth grew hotter and more demanding. She kissed his mouth with torrid lust searing his lips with the heat of her tongue. She chewed hungrily at his lower lip, making him whimper with pain.
His cock was as stiff as a bar of tempered iron. His balls churned at a furious pace. The suddenness of her approach was heightening his excitement. He began to fear that he would go off in her hand. He tried twisting away from her, but she was persistent. Her fingers remained wrapped around his cockshaft. Her wrists continued working them up and down.
He was about to beg for mercy, when she said, "Oooooohhhh, I know, let's ball." Without warning, she let go of his cock completely and sat straight up, Petey watched in surprise as she lifted her ass off the seat and drew her long skirt up over her hips.
Her pussy was covered by the briefest wisp of material he had ever seen. It was purple satin, and so narrow that he could see the top of her slit above its elastic band. He licked his lips lustfully as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled it off. Now her cunt was completely uncovered in all its hairy glory.
His prick twitched excitedly as she slipped out from behind the wheel and turned around to straddle him. She sat on his lap, facing him with her back against the dashboard. Unsure of what she had in mind, he busied himself with a nipple, sucking it wetly into his mouth. He could feel her hand moving in his lap, positioning his stiff little cock the way she wanted it.
Slowly, she lowered her ass, burying his erect length in her pussy. It felt all wet and sticky inside there. She had probably cum a few times aleady. He moaned softly as it slid into her, raising his ass to meet her downward thrust. He felt her labia closing around him, snuggling his prick in its warmth. Her juices were flowing freely, wetting his entire genital plane. Encircling her in his arms, he began pumping up at her.
"Ooooohh," she squealed. "Ooooohh, Oooooohhh, Ooooooooohhhhh." Her tongue hung out of her mouth to lick and lave at his ears. Her teeth gnawed at the skin of his neck. Her naked tits thrust out at him, jabbing insistently at the front of his throat.
He was caught up in her bestial excitement. It was so open. So unashamed. The demands of her body were of topmost importance. Everything else took a back seat. Rolling his hips, he fucked her with everything he had. The seventeen year old nymph panted and gurgled. Her thighs pressed tightly together to imprison his cock in the softness of her cunny. She held his face in her hands, turning it up for her kisses. She sobbed with unbridled lust.
He could tell that her climax was approaching. His own was coming too. With a muffled squeal, she announced it, "Ooooohh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
He started to shoot at once. His cock swelled up and spit, filling her pussy with the syrup of his pre-adolescent loins. His balls ground together like boulders in an earthquake. Once it began nothing could stop it. Not even the beam of light which suddenly came through the window to shine in his eyes. Not even the pounding on the locked door of the car.
His prick kept popping its load in her belly, unable to do anything else. But his mind returned quickly to reality. He was in trouble. Big trouble.
Suddenly Margo opened her eyes and looked around. When she saw what was happening, she screamed and dove for her panties. Petey threw open the door and bound from the car, running swiftly into the night.