Chapter 6
Valerie awakened to bright sunlight streaming in the master bedroom windows, and she rolled over on her back with a contented sigh, raising her hips as she plucked the tangled skein of pink-silk nightgown from her middle and smoothed it downward. She could hear Mark moving around in the bathroom, and she knew she was late, but she was drowsily satisfied to have it so. Conscience stirred her to action after a moment, though, and she flung back the sheet, sat up on the edge of the bed, and felt with her toes for her pompommed mules, a gift from Penny.
She walked to the bathroom with the nightgown swishing between her thighs. She was disappointed to find Mark fully dressed, combing his hair in front of the medicine cabinet mirror. "Good morning, darling," she said, dipping a finger in the water running in the washbasin and quickly scouring her lips and teeth with the finger before holding up her face for his good morning kiss. She had no qualms about bed-warmed feminine odors placed beneath Mark's nose, because she knew he loved them, but she liked to have her mouth and breath sweet for his ardent lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she sighed happily when the long kiss ended. "You're the sexiest thing, husband. I wish I'd wakened earlier and caught you in your shower." Her right hand crept to his belt, then hesitated. "Are you in a hurry, dear? Or may I have a taste?"
"Two minute s," he decreed, and Valerie smiled. She unzipped his trousers and knelt down on the bathmat in front of him as she fumbled his thick-stemmed white cock out of his trousers and shorts. It was damp-feeling from his shower, and Valerie lowered her head and rah her tongue lightly around the blunt head, purplish-red at its tip. Then she wasted no time in swallowing the limp length and began to suck on it strongly.
Mark's hands rested lightly on her blonde head while his wife's hard-working mouth salivated his big penis. In seconds Valerie felt a quick stirring in the husbandly flesh in her mouth, and she sucked harder, ovaling her lips and sliding them back and forth on the increasingly stout rod which was now crowding the back of her throat. A humming sound emanated from her tightly clasped lips, and the vibration transferred to Mark's cock stiffened not only his prick but the muscles in his thighs.
Valerie murmured an unavailing protest as she felt Mark withdrawing his rigid prick from her lips. "Please, dear," she pleaded when the long penis had escaped from her mouth despite her best effort to retain it. "Let me have your come. Please?"
"Wouldn't you rather have it in your monkey?" Mark demanded.
"Oh, yes," Valerie said quickly. "But do you have time?"
"I'll make the goddamn time," he said, reaching down and taking hold of his prick gingerly. "Sonofabitch, Val, for sheer pressure you've got a mouth like a firehose." She giggled, a silvery, rippling sound, and Mark smiled ruefully. "Stand up, Val."
She rose to her feet while he covered the washbasin with bath towels. He doubled her over it sideways, so that her head extended over one edge and her big breasts flopped down into the bowl. One nipple grazed the smooth surface, and Valerie shivered at the quick chill. Mark threw her nightgown up on her back and stared down at her plumped-out, wide-flaring nude white buttocks with tiny tendrils of downy hair showing golden in the sunlight. "By God, woman, you have really got an acre of sweet meat!" he rasped, and spatted his palm sharply on a bare hind cheek.
He did it again, and again, and again. The pistol-like reports of his palm on her naked flesh resounded in the bathroom, and Valerie's broad backside turned pink as it moved languidly under the stimulation. The heat caused by Mark's palm smarting her seat seemed to move immediately into Valerie's moistening pussy, and she tried to lift her bottom higher to meet the palm as her breathing turned husky.
Then the quick, hot spanks stopped and Mark was crowding in behind her. She felt the head of his prick nudging between her buttocks, and the material of his trousers rubbing against the backs of her thighs. Then the delicious big cock ducked down and prodded between her thighs, searching out her slack-mouthed, wet receptacle. The blunt head bumped her groove, and Valerie widened her legs. Mark grunted loudly as the prick-head plunged into her woman-flesh, and Valerie's lips parted in anticipation. Mark grunted again as he surged up into her in a mighty thrust that brought her up on her toes as her entire lower body was lifted upward by the tremendous impetus of the ravaging hard cock in her fiery cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Valerie whispered in muted ecstasy.
He began to fuck her vigorously with quick, hard strokes of his rigid tool, and Valerie wriggled her bottom, writhed, squirmed, danced from one foot to the other, and mewed continuously as her penetrated sex-slit throbbed and pulsed from its disquieting poking. "Mark! Oh, Mark!" she choked. "Ohhh, what a-screwing! Oh, God, I'm on-fire! Oooooh! Ohhh!" Her voice pitched itself higher. "Mark! MARRRRRKK! I'm-coming, Mark! Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'm-coming!"
Her wriggling behind convulsed itself as her excited sheath grabbed at the fleshy intruder in its depths. Mark picked her up by the hips and ground his iron-hard lance even harder into Valerie's quim as her reaction triggered his own and he shot his load up into her molten interior. He let her go with a long sigh, and Valerie dropped down upon the basin again in a state of semi-collapse.
She raised her head after a moment when Mark pulled out of her with a loud sucking sound. "Ohhhhh, thank you, dear," she murmured, turning to face him as he began to tuck his dripping penis into his shorts. "No, wait, darling." She wet a facecloth and quickly washed off his limber tool. "So you won't feel sticky all day." She found a semen-spot on the front of his trousers and dabbed at it lightly with the wet cloth.
Mark stared down at her ivory-fleshed full-figured nudity, as she crouched in front of him at her labors, her nightgown a swirl of pink around her neck and shoulders. He patted a yielding, brimful soft globe that still showed pink from his palm-smarting of it. "I've got to run," he said when Valerie straightened up. He kissed her quickly on the lips.
"Thanks again," she said as he started through the bedroom. "I won't see you until late tonight because of choir practice but that should carry me through." She blew him a kiss as he turned around at the door to grin at her, and then he was gone.
Valerie sighed deeply, considered her tousled hair and flushed features in the mirror, then wandered into the bedroom, nightgown still upraised. She opened her closet door and studied herself in its full-length mirror, her bedraggled, wet-looking pussy-hair failing to conceal her sex-crevice crimsoned from friction.
She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her behind. Both luscious-looking flesh-heavy spheres were still dusty pink from Mark's palm. Valerie's tongue circled her lips. Half a dozen openhanded smacks on her bare seat seemed to make her hotter than just about anything else Mark did to her. And she remembered her own intense stimulation while watching Mark spank Ethel and Penny. Someday she was going to provoke Mark into an old-fashioned bare-bottomed whaling of her own agitated flesh just to learn the result.
Valerie realized she had forgotten to ask Mark if he would be home for dinner. Sometimes he stayed downtown on choir practice nights. She pivoted away from the mirror and trotted to the bedroom door. She opened it hurriedly, hoping to catch Mark before he left the house. Mark was on the third step from the top, talking to Ethel, who looked up at the sound of the opening door. Conscious of her still-upraised nightgown, Valerie quickly shut the door.
Ethel smiled as Mark turned around too late to see what had happened. "Your bareass wife," the girl said impudently. "Can you tell me what you see in her fat butt?"
Mark reacted instantaneously. His hand dipped under Ethel's skirt and came up between her legs. His palm gripped the girl's thin-pantied crotch and lifted until most of her weight was supported by her palm-supported sex-flesh. Then he squeezed deliberately. "OWWWWWwwwwwww!" Ethel shrilled, her eyes filling with tears as exquisitely painful sensations ravaged her crushed-together pussy-lips.
Mark laughed, and let her go. Ethel sank down upon a step, rubbing at herself. "Stick around tonight and we'll see if your skinny ass is good for anything," he said abruptly, and ran down the stairs and outside to the driveway and his car.
Ethel wobbled down the stairs after a moment and staggered to a living room sofa. Her whole pussy felt as if it were aflame. She leaned back and stretched her legs out gingerly, trying to get all possible weight off her crotch.
And then her lips parted, and her legs stiffened, and her heels slid slowly forward on the carpeting, and her eyes glazed as her perfervidly feverish cunt began throbbing violently in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on.
Ethel looked around quickly when it ended.
She was alone, and she went slowly upstairs and changed her panties before she left for school.
In the living room that evening Mark glanced at his watch and then flung the evening paper aside. It was seven-thirty, and Valerie had already been at choir practice for half an hour. Marie left his chair and climbed the stairs, passing the girls' bedrooms en route to Neal's.
He found his son reading a biography of Napoleon, and he smiled. "Thinking of becoming a professional soldier, Neal?" he inquired.
Neal sprang to his feet, putting the book down, in a residue of his military school manners. "No, sir, but I find it kind of fascinating. The campaigns. I don't understand much about the politics."
"I don't believe I ever did," Mark said. "No homework?"
"No, sir." Neal hesitated. "We were a little ahead in classwork of what I find them to be here. But I'm sure it won't stay as easy as it is right now."
Mark nodded. He took his wallet from his hip pocket and removed a five-dollar bill which he handed to his son. "Why don't you take Penny to the movies, then?" he suggested casually. "She'd probably enjoy it."
"Say, that would be great!" Neal enthused. "Thanks, dad."
"It's okay," Mark said, and left the boy's room. He went to the master bedroom and waited there until he- heard Neal and Penny clattering down the stairs with Penny's infectious giggle, so much like Valerie's, floating on the air behind them. Then Mark left the master bedroom and walked to Ethel's room.
She was stretched out on the bed with her eyes on the door. Expecting him, Mark knew. He walked in with a deliberate stride, not bothering to close the door. Tonight he had determined to bring things to a head in this house.
Ethel was eyeing him defiantly, Instead of her usual attempt at sophistication, she was dressed in a little-girl style that Mark found appealing. She had on a short dress with a flared skirt, below-the-knee dark blue socks, and bedroom slippers. Mark unfastened his tie, removed it, and began to unbutton his shirt.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing?" Ethel said as Mark unbelted his trousers, and despite herself there was a quaver in her voice.
"I thought we'd find out if you were good for anything except a quick fuck," he said lightly.
"I can do anything she can do!" Ethel flared with a quick glance in the direction of the master bedroom.
"That's what I'm here to find out," Mark declared, tossing aside his underwear. The hard-looking, hirsute male body seemed to dominate the frilly, feminine bedroom. "Strip. We're alone in the house."
Ethel rose to her feet uncertainly. One hand went slowly to the fastening at the neck of her dress, then stopped. "What-what are we going to do?" she faltered. Obviously she found Mark's easy self-assurance disconcerting.
"First you'll suck my prick," he told her.
Ethel stared. "Suppose-suppose I don't want to s-suckit?"
"Look," Mark said in a weary tone, "the reason your mother is so good in bed is because she not only knows what a man likes, she anticipates him and does it before he can ask her. Or tell her, like I'm telling you." His hard male grin impaled Ethel's nervous eyes. "What ever gave you the idea the female called the shots?"
"Chivalry," Ethel began. "It-"
"Chivalry is in the dictionary next to shit, shellac, and shinola," Mark interrupted her. "Now get your goddamn clothes off before I get them off for you."
Ethel swallowed convulsively but unhooked her dress. She drew it over her head slowly, then followed suit with her slip. Her white shoulders and thighs glistened in the light as she stood there momentarily in bra, panties, and long socks before her hands went to the clasps at the rear of her brassiere. She shrugged the shoulder straps of the bra down and removed the cups from the wine-colored nipples adorning the darker centers of her perky full breasts.
Still more slowly, she slipped down her panties, revealing once more the bushy, bronze triangle of pubic hair Mark had seen at his office. "All right," he said briskly, walking to the bed and sitting down on it. "Kneel down here between my legs."
Ethel's eyes were upon the bunched male flesh at Mark's groin. She approached him gingerly and knelt down in front of him with her hands on his bare thighs. She started to lower her head, then looked up into his face. "Suppose I get s-sick?" she pleaded. "Why don't you just-just fuck me?"
"You won't get sick," Mark told her. He smiled at her cynically. "You females all love the taste of a prick." His smile widened at Ethel's shrinking expression. "Your mother would just as soon have it that way as in her cunt."
The challenge stirred the girl as Mark had intended it to stir her. Ethel waited no longer, but dropped her mouth down upon Mark's lazy erection and flicked her tongue at it. Emboldened, she licked it lightly, then took it into her mouth with a squinched expression around her eyes. Her mouth worked gently as she tried to accommodate the expanding monster.
"Is that so bad?" Mark demanded.
"No," the girl mumbled with her mouth full of blue-veined cock.
"Then suck it," Mark directed. "Suck it hard."
Ethel compressed her lips and moved her mouth along the shaft, back and forth. Her cheeks hollowed as she caught the knack of it and began to suck with more abandon. In the bureau mirror Mark could see the spread of the girl's solid yet delicate-looking bare behind as she crouched in front of him.
"Harder," he said again. He could feel the quick throb of the head of his cock in the girl's soft mouth as jet-propelled sperm spasms lanced through his rigid penis and into Ethel's throat. Mark locked his hands behind the back of her head as she tried to pull away, and Ethel choked, swallowed desperately, gasped for air, and swallowed again.
The excess of Mark's sticky come ran down from the corners of Ethel's mouth onto her chin from where it dripped in long strings onto her breasts. Mark held her tightly as she still tried to back off from the male gristle lodged between her lips. Ethel made faint mewling noises intended to indicate her unhappiness with the cocksucking act Mark had forced her to engage in.
He let her go finally, and she sank back on her heels, scrubbing at her lips with one hand, her cranberry-nippled breasts glistening with quick-drying jism. "You'll make a good cock-sucker eventually," Mark told her, and watched cynically as the impact of his taunting remark shamed the girl additionally.
He sent her to the bathroom for a damp towel and made her wipe off his greasy prick and balls first before she cleaned her breasts, chin, and mouth. The warm caress of the wet towel rapidly restored his virility, and he took Ethel by the arm and drew her over his bare thighs, face down. She stirred uneasily on his lap, humiliated by the spanking position which exposed her backside, naked to her stocking tops, but also aware of Mark's rejuvenated cock probing at the lower portion of her bare belly.
Mark parted the girlish hind cheeks casually and studied Ethel's pale anus snuggled in the depths of her soft globes. Wisps of reddish hair straggled from the puckered girlish asshole to the pouting, pink-lipped sex-groove. Mark slipped the tip of a finger into Ethel's tight anus and wriggled it about as the girl tried vainly to clench her buttock-cheeks and violated buttonhole to repel the intruder.
"Not-there!" she gasped, thighs thrashing.
"Why not there?" Mark asked coolly. "D'you ever have a problem getting big shit-turds out of your asshole? I think you need a little loosening up."
He could feel her shrinking both physically and at the image his words were intended to provoke. Essentially he was killing time, but he was also enjoying himself. He planned to delay Ethel's fucking until he was sure that Valerie would walk in upon them. He was curious to see what Valerie's reaction would be, as well as to witness the mother-daughter confrontation.
He continued to play with Ethel's ass while he probed more deeply into her flinching rectum with his hard-boring finger. He nodded satisfiedly to himself when he noticed the tension going out of Ethel's nude thighs. Fleshy opposition to his finger decreased, and with her sphincter bypassed Mark forced his finger in until his knuckle rested snugly between the girl's perspiring hind cheeks. He could hear Ethel's rapid breathing, and he could see that the nape of her neck had turned bright red.
He withdrew his finger only when the girl stopped fighting the insertion. The finger emerged from the warm-rubbery cave with a loud popping sound. Mark at once hoisted Ethel's bare bottom even higher on his lap, dropped his hand down between her thighs, searched out the entrance to her moist sex grotto, and began to frig her slowly. Little ripples of sexual emotion danced through the girl's flesh, and she sighed deeply. There was no resistance now. Languorous stirrings of nubile girl-flesh surrounding the penetrating finger excited Mark's prick so that it thrummed against Ethel's nude, smooth-curving belly.
He raised her from his lap finally and put her on her back on the bed. He went to her bureau and tilted the mirror so that the bed's occupants could see themselves. He parted Ethel's below-the-knee-blue-socks-clad legs and lowered himself on her belly, rubbing his rigidity the length of the girl's bronze-haired coral-colored furrow while she wriggled with pleasure before locating her cunt-entrance and beginning to stuff it with his hard tool while Ethel's breath whistled.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she kept murmuring as the big prick distended her cunt-sheath. Her legs shot up in the air and her thighs trembled. "Ohhhhhhh!" she exclaimed as she came suddenly while Mark still lacked an inch or two of full penetration. Ethel writhed and moaned beneath him while he rested.
He pulled out of her then and got on his back and made the girl sit down on his long cock. When it had glided upward into her freshly lubricated chasm, Mark pulled her upper body down on his chest. "Look," he said, and Ethel turned her head to see her own widespread bare buttocks in the mirror with Mark's thick-shafted prick thrust upward between them. She ducked her head down on Mark's chest in confusion.
He fucked her slowly in the female-superior position until Ethel came again with shuddering little cries and quick-fluttering jerks of her stomach muscles. Ecstatic pleas for more from Ethel's lips were interrupted by the sound Mark had been waiting to hear, the closing of the downstairs door. He immediately put Ethel on her back again, inserted his long cock hurriedly, and began to fuck Valerie's older daughter savagely as the girl responded with passionate abandon.
Valerie glanced around the deserted living room before ascending the stairway. Where was everyone? she wondered. Usually Penny watched television after finishing her homework. She reached the head of the stairs and glanced into the master bedroom. There was no sign of Mark, either. And then a series of faint sounds drifted down the second floor corridor, and the hair at the back of Valerie's neck raised slightly.
For a moment her mind fought against acceptance of the texture and pattern of the sounds, but she found herself hurrying along the hallway before she realized what she was doing. The sounds grew louder, and Valerie was agonizedly aware what she was going to see before she stopped at Ethel's open door and with a knifelike pain in the region of her heart stared at the frenziedly coupled pair on the bed.
Ethel's blue socks were elevated ceilingward as her thighs clasped Mark's body with his big cock pistoning in and out of her upthrust, yearning cunt. "Ohhhhh, Mark!" the girl was calling frantically. "Ohhhhhh! Ooooooh! It's so- gooooooood!" The girlish behind pumped itself upward to meet Mark's slashing prick-assaults on the crimson, oozing cunt. "Ohhhh, I'm-coming! Ooooh, I'm commmmmmmmmming!" Ethel half-shrieked in sexually delirious abandon as Mark grasped her bottom-cheeks to attain more leverage as he fucked her. Then his shoulders writhed and his back arched and he made a roaring sound deep in his throat as he splashed Ethel's relaxed cunt with a huge load of sperm.
The paralyzed tautness left Valerie's muscles. She darted across the corridor to check Penny's room, then Neal's. A wave of relief enveloped her that both were empty. She didn't know what she would have done if she had had to attempt to explain this-this situation to those two. She marched grimly back to Ethel's bedroom and advanced upon the pair still entwined in passion's afterglow.
Valerie could never remember being so angry.
"What do you think you're doing?" she cried, her hands pushing and pulling at Mark until she tumbled him from Ethel's sprawled, nude body. Ethel's half-closed eyes flew open, at first in fright and then in defiance. "You slut!" Valerie continued. She leaned down and slapped Ethel's face heavily. "Flaunting yourself in front of Mark, I'll wager!"
Ethel started to scramble from the bed, and Valerie's palm connected solidly with a nude hind cheek before the girl could escape. The pistol-like report echoed in the bedroom. "Look at you!" Valerie went on, her own breath a knife in her throat. Ethel glanced down at her crimson belly and sperm-wet fleece and cunt, then glared at her mother.
"Why should he want an old sow like you?" she said shrilly. Mark stooped and began to pick up his scattered clothing. Neither Valerie or Ethel paid any attention to him. Valerie advanced upon her daughter again until they were almost nose-to-nose, but this time the daughter didn't flinch. When Valerie slapped the girl again, Ethel recovered and slapped back. "You let me alone!" Ethel cried. "If he wants to fuck me, you're not going to stop it!"
Shocked beyond measure, Valerie could only stare. Her cheek burned from the imprint of her daughter's palm. Her whole world felt turned upside-down. "You get in bed and stay there!" she said finally, at a loss for further words. "I'll take care of you later!"
Clothes over his arm, Mark left the bedroom and walked naked to his and Valerie's room. Valerie followed, closing Ethel's bedroom door firmly. She entered the master bedroom and closed its door. Mark was sitting on the bed, still naked. He lifted his shoulders in an expressively negative shrug.
"I know she did it to hurt me," Valerie said numbly. She sank down into an armchair with a hand pressed to her lips, and the tears she had repressed in front of Ethel ran down her cheeks. "I kn-know s-she must have t-teased you till you didn't know what you were d-doing, M-Mark."
He rose from the bed and went to her chair, placed his hands upon her quivering shoulders as Valerie sobbed freely, squeezed lightly, then removed his hands as he went back and sat on the bed again.
Penny and Neal returned from the movie to find all bedroom doors closed except their own. "Gee, everyone sure went to bed early," Penny commented. "Guess it's time for us, too. 'Night, Neal."
"No goodnight kiss?" the tall boy teased.
"You're getting as mushy as the movie," Penny giggled. "And you don't mean it, anyway."
"Yes, I do," Neal averred.
Penny started to hold up her glowing young face, then looked around. "Come into the bedroom," she said. "I don't want anyone to see us. I'd feel-funny."
Neal followed her into her bedroom. Penny stopped in the middle of the floor and looked at him expectantly. He placed an arm around her waist and tipped up her chin with his other hand. He placed his mouth on her soft one in a long, lingering kiss. When her lips relaxed, he thrust his tongue between them, and he could feel the tremor that ran through the girl's body.
Emboldened, he removed the hand from her chin and cupped a round breast. "I'll bet you have beautiful titties, Penny," he whispered. He lowered the arm around her waist until it was draped across her buttocks, then squeezed a plump hind cheek. "And bottom."
"You mustn't, Neal," Penny whispered, but made no move to disturb either hand. She wriggled uneasily at the double stimulation but let Mark fuse his lips upon her again while the two disembodied hands roamed more freely. Finally the girl broke away from the prolonged kiss. "Neal!" she exclaimed, half-excited, half-afraid. The hand formerly upon her backside had moved around front and disappeared under her skirt.
"Please let me!" Neal pleaded, running his fingers up the girl's round thighs and probing at her pantied thigh-juncture. He stroked and fondled and kneaded and caressed the tender girl-flesh until Penny's knees felt weak. "Get on the bed, Penny!" Neal continued in a passionately intense whisper.
"We mustn't, Neal!" Penny murmured, but allowed herself to be led to the bed. "What-what are you going to do?"
"I want to see your pussy," Neal replied, his experience with Ethel giving him confidence. He started to raise Penny's skirt.
She captured his hands, frightened but stimulated. He gave her another kiss, and her soft mouth relaxed as his tongue probed for hers and twined around it. "Close the door, Neal," she whispered when her mouth was freed again.
He walked quietly to the door and closed it. When he returned to Penny, he sat on the bed and stood her between his knees. He lifted up her skirt and wordlessly indicated that she was to hold it up for him. Penny clamped it under her arms as goosebumps crawled on her flesh while Mark slowly drew her clinging pink panties down over her hips and left them in a rolled bunch at the backs of her knees.
Neal's eyes stared at the chubby expanse of sleekly nude girlish hind cheeks immediately before them. Penny held her breath as Neal's palm traced her full curves and played with her resilient flesh. Then she felt his warm breath and the quick pressure of his mouth as he kissed each brimful cheek, reminding her of Mark. Did all men like to kiss girls' bare behinds, she wondered? It certainly felt nice.
"Turn around, Penny," Neal said.
She hesitated, feeling shy despite her liking for the tall, sandy-haired boy. His hands on her bare hips faced her about, and Penny closed her eyes when she felt his gaze upon her black-fleeced mound and dimpled slit. His hand was there immediately, tracing her lightly dewed sex-lips, pressing between her thighs to explore more freely. Neal finger-pressured the mostly soft flesh with mounting excitement, his prick straining inside his shorts.
Finally he rose to his feet and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Take your clothes off, Penny," he said quietly. He removed the shirt and unzipped his trousers.
She didn't pretend to misunderstand his intention. "What if I should have a baby, Neal?" she pleaded.
"You won't," he said confidently, and knelt down in front of her to remove her shoes. He stood up and slipped down his shorts, took Penny's hand, and placed his erection in her palm. She examined the blue-veined hard cock interestedly while Neal fumbled at her clothing. Penny assisted with her own unveiling finally, then stood quietly as Neal kissed her nipples and played again with her unclothed wide buttocks.
Neal stepped away from her long enough to strip the bed down to the sheet, then sat Penny on it. For a few moments he kissed and patted all the available girl-flesh until his erection became painful. Then he put the still half-frightened girl on her back and moved in between her parted thighs. He stroked her furry mound delightedly, then introduced the tip of his prick to her sex-opening. "I'm afraid of its hurting," Penny worried.
"Just for a few seconds," he soothed her, working his hips as he gained ground inside her taut passage. "Hold onto my shoulders, Penny."
She did as she was instructed, lips pursed against the stretching sensation taking place down in her private parts. How could that long thing go in her slit? Yet she had seen Mark's, much thicker, romp around in her mother's sex-channel.
"Oww!" she whispered as Neal's blunt-headed instrument lodged tightly inside her. "That's as far as you can-"
Neal slammed his hips forward, and a half-smothered cry escaped the girl. With a ripping, tearing feeling, the long cock scraped the depths of her tender inner surfaces. Her pussy throbbed with pain as Neal rested on her stomach. Then the pain eased, to be replaced by a tingling, smarting sensation.
Neal was too inexpert to give her an orgasm, but he came twice himself. Penny felt an unfulfilled ache, but she knew Neal was enjoying himself tremendously, and she tried to be satisfied with that. Her arms encircled the tall boy whose prick was surging in and out of her delicate cunt, and she tried to anticipate what would give him more pleasure.
It was late when they separated on the bed after a long good night kiss.
Neal turned out all the lights and padded silently to his own room in the darkness.
Penny fingered her aching pussy gently and wondered if there was something the matter with her that she couldn't enjoy it the way her mother did. She fell asleep dreaming of a long, white cock.