Chapter 10
Vickie leaned back in the tub of warm water and relaxed. She ran the soapy washcloth down her flat tummy and between her legs to wash her pretty pussy. It still felt sore from the wondrous pounding it had taken most of the afternoon from Mike's big, fat cock. Mike had spent most of this Sunday afternoon and evening making love to her. Wild, wonderful love. Vickie had enjoyed every moment of their togetherness.
They had gone for a long ride out into, the country. Mike had outlined his plans and ambitions to her during their drive, and during the wonderful hours they'd spent in his apartment. He had even whipped up a tasty meal for them.
Now, back in her own apartment, soaking in her bathtub, Vickie relived every moment of the wonderful day. She wished it could have gone on forever, but reality had to be faced. She still had her job. Tomorrow and Tuesday, she'd be on assignment to the Appleton's again. They had called the agency and had requested her for a couple more days. To retake some photos.
Vickie didn't mind. She recalled the pleasant days she'd spent with Peter and his wife, Agnes. They had treated her like one of the family. And the extra two hundred she'd picked up from the horny couple had been most welcome. Vickie looked forward to another session with the Appleton.
Vickie stepped from the tub, dried herself, and went into the bedroom, still drying herself with the towel. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she ran the towel up and down her legs. She glanced at Connie who was strutting around the room, naked as usual. Connie liked to strip to the buff and wander around nude. She explained it gave her a feeling of freedom. Vickie could understand why Connie didn't mind prancing around nude. The dark-haired, older girl had a wonderful shape. Connie had solid, out thrust tittles. Her buttocks were outstanding and firm, with a cute wiggle when she walked. Connie exuded sex, especially when in the nude, as now.
While Vickie continued to dry herself, Connie hopped onto the bed on her knees. and faced her. "Hi, darling!" Her voice was low and sultry.
Vickie flashed a big smile and reached for her nightie, after discarding the towel. "Hi."
Connie reached over Vickie's naked body, took the nightie from Vickie's fingers and flung it aside. "Leave it off for awhile, darling. I want to look at you nude." Connie's eyes were filled with lustful gleams. She wet her lips nervously and smiled reassuringly. "Here, hop up on the bed and we'll talk."
Puzzled at Connie's unusual action, Vickie slid onto the bed. She propped a pillow against the headboard, leaned back against it, drew her legs up, placed her hands around the front of her legs and leaned her head on her knees. This was an unusual request on her roommate's part, wanting her to remain naked. Some of the former suspicions she'd had about the older girl began to jell. "What'll we talk about?" She stared into Connie's dark eyes.
"You? And that knothead Mike Tomkiins!" Connie's smile belied her inner turmoil. "What's with you two? He still bugging you to go with him?" Connie had been given the full story by Vickie about Mike's proposition.
Vickie nodded. "He's leaving Friday. His tv series wound up last week. He's heading for California. He still wants me to go with him." Vickie closed her eyes dreamily.
"Well? What did you tell him?" Connie's voice was sharp.
"I told him Pd let him know for sure Wednesday night. He's making all the arrangements. He's even found a buyer for my car."
"Hah! He's kinda sure of himself."
Vickie nodded, recalling the wonderful afternoon and evening. Her eyes misting, she sighed, "Oh, Connie! He's such a wonderful guy."
"Sure, as long as he's getting a crack at this crack!" Reaching over, Connie petted Vickie's cunt. "Does the bastard want to many you?" She glared.
Vickie blushed. "No. Not yet. He figures we can live together as man and wife for awhile. Then if we decide it'll work out, we'll get married." Vickie frowned. Connie had }mentioned the one flaw in the entire set up.
"Do you love him?" Connie asked bluntly, continuing to gently massage Vickie's moist pussy.
"I think so," hedged Vickie, feeling herself warming up under Connie's probing fingers on her snatch.
"You think so! Hah! That's an evasive answer. When you really love a guy, you don't just think so. There should be no doubt about it. Personally, I think the bastard's giving you a snow job." Connie removed her fingers from Vickie's snatch, and used her hands to emphasize her argument. "All Mike wants from you is a cheap lay. Companionship. He'll keep plugging you until he tires of your snatch. Then he'll toss you aside. Believe me, I know. I was married once my-self. My old man couldn't get enough of me, until one day hi saw this blonde dish." Connie shuddered at the rush of memories. "That was the end of our marriage. And with you, darling, it won't even be a marriage. He'll bring you out to California, screw you like mad until he sees another girl, then it'll be good-bye Vickie!"
Vickie nodded miserably. With her casual bluntness, Connie had gone right to the problem and had laid it on the line. Vickie knew that what Connie outlined would probably be exactly what would happen, de-spite Mike's protestations of love. Like Connie had said, if the guy really loved her, he'd marry her. That had been the one big reason why Vickie hadn't given her answer to Mike yet.
She loved the guy, but she had fears of the unknown. Going all the way to the West Coast. Being thrown among a whole new flock of strangers, and then, maybe getting tossed aside by Mike and she'd be all alone in a strange land. Could she cope with it?
Vickie's eyes opened wide with astonishment when she noticed that Connie had thrown herself onto a pillow, had turned her back to her, and was sobbing!
Vickie edged over, placed a hand on Connie's shaking shoulder and turned the sobbing girl onto her back. "Connie!" Her voice was filled with awe. "You're crying! Why?"
Connie gazed up at her through tear-stained eyes. Then, impulsively Connie reached up, drew the nude teenager to her breasts, and really cut loose with the sobs. "Darling. Darling," sobbed Connie. "I don't want you to leave me! I ... I love you!" Connie blurted the words. She stroked the lovely girl's naked back.
Vickie frowned. She stared in disbelief. Was Connie putting her on? She shook her head. Connie's grief was for real. The teardrops and sobs weren't phonies. She gulped, a deep flush on her face. "You love me?" Her voice contained a measure of disbelief.
The girls lay side by side, facing each other. Connie hugged Vickie to her enormous breasts. The sobs continued. Her dark eyes were misted with tears.
"Darling. Darling," she breathed huskily. "I've loved you from the moment you first arrived. There's something about you that turns me on. I never felt like this before with any other girl. You're so young. So pretty. So naive and innocent-like. And the way you look at me with those big, brown trusting eyes!" Connie sighed and cut loose with a new flock of tears.
Vickie stroked Connie's bare shoulders, and ran her fingers through Connie's mass of long, dark hair. She was surprised at Connie's confession of love, but not exactly amazed. She had seen Connie looking her over many times during the few months she'd been here, sharing this bedroom and apartment with this girl. Now having gone the Lesbian route with Ginger, Vickie was no longer surprised at what could happen between girls. "Are you a lez?"
Connie laughed shortly, and frowned. "Hell not I'm the boss whore. Remember? I've been married and divorced. I like men."
"Then why do you say you, love me?"
Connie sighed. "That's what's bugging me. I don't quite understand why I feel like this. Like I said, it never happened before. Not that I haven't made love to girls before. Get that straight. Many's the pussy I've sucked, as part of the job assignments. But I never really cared too much for that type of action. But with you, darling, you bring out the beast in me. The Lesbian beast. Every time I look at you, I feel like sinking my fangs into your pretty pussy." Connie laughed harshly. "I guess you think I'm some kind of a kook?"
"Not really, dear." Vickie stared up with her big, soft, brown eyes. She felt all soft and gooey herself. Tears misted her eyes. She rolled onto her back, held out her arms. "Make love to me, dear," she breathed huskily. "Maybe it'll help me make a decision about what I'll do about going with Mike. Let's see if we really have something going for each other?" She smiled through her tears.
Connie nodded happily. She rolled over and mounted Vickie like a man. She meshed her enormous melons with Vickie's solid ones. She eased Vickie's legs apart and meshed her hot, hairy cunt up against Vickie's hot, hairy cunt. She rubbed her thighs against Vickie's. She brushed Vickie's hair back on the pillow. Tenderly, she eased forward and pressed her lips against Vickie's. "Darling," she breathed, huskily. "Darling, I love you so much." She eased her tongue in and dueled with Vickie's tongue. She moved around on the bed until she felt her hairy cunt rubbing farther against Vickie's hairy cunt. She wiggled her breasts against Vickie's melons. She smiled down at her little girl, her eyes filled with lust and love. She kissed Vickie's lips tenderly. She licked Vickie's lips with the tip of her tongue.
Connie continued to lick Vickie's lips, her nose, her closed eyes, her cheeks and down to her chin. "I'll kiss you all over, my lovely darling. I'll get you so hot, you'll forget all about that horny bastard Mike! Ill make such love to you, you won't want to leave. I want you to stay, darling. I love you so much." Connie, half babbling and half sobbing, kissed her way down the lovely teenaged girl.
Vickie felt herself melting into a creamy sexpot. Tears misted her eyes as she watched her lover in action. When Connie's mouth eased in on her breasts, Vickie shuddered and moaned with delight. She pushed her fifties upward for better sucking. She cupped her breasts forward and eased them into Connie's ravenous, suckling mouth. First one, then the other. She moaned and thrashed around under Connie's tithe sucking.
Vickie stroked Connie's swinging bells. She tweaked Connie's swaying nipples. She squeezed the huge melons. She touched Connie all over, and was touched in return. Connie's soft, warm hands felt so good on her bare skin. Vickie moaned and thrashed around in sheer ecstasy, while Connie worked her magic with fingers, tongue and mouth.
Connie kissed the lovely teenager all over. She sucked the big breasts up, up, up. ... She kissed the pouty lips again and again. She murmured words of love and adoration in the ears of the little girl. She pushed her knee up against Vickie's tiny snatch and rubbed it gently. She could feel the moistness on her knee. Connie was filled with passion and lust. She'd never felt like this before in her years of whoring around.
This teenaged delight really turned her on!
Connie licked her way down Vickie's fiat tummy. She nipped at Vickie's belly button. She tugged at Vickie's curly brown cunt hairs with her teeth. She took a good whiff of Vickie's nice-smelling cunt; it smelled pretty since Vickie'd just had a bath. Connie swabbed her tongue the length of Vickie's lovely body. Up and down. She nipped. She kissed. She tongued the delicate teenaged darling.
Slowly Connie moved around on the bed, continuing to suck her friend off, until she was facing down-ward, kneeling alongside the nude girl. Connie then rolled Vickie onto her stomach. She cut loose with a deep sigh of admiration as she stared at her teenaged darling's bare ass. With a moan of delight, Connie swooped down on the lovely out thrust asscheeks. She fondled the cute asscheeks. She rubbed them. She massaged them. The lovely asscheeks moved in and out with every push and stroke of Connie's hands and fingers. Connie continued to knead the lovely mounds and utter words of admiration.
Then Connie, still kneeling beside the naked teen-ager, slid Vickie's legs apart. She reached down and stroked Vickie's inner thighs. She stroked the hairy cunt from the rear. She reamed gentle fingers in and out of the hairy snatch, then she eased Vickie slightly upward onto her knees and began toying with Vickie's adorable chute!
Connie tenderly fingered Vickie's wonderful, puckered asshole. She fondled Vickie's swinging bells. She worked her fingers all around Vickie's nudeness, while Vickie, in a somewhat awkward position, kneeling face down on the pillow, could only moan and thrash around in delight while the Lesbian worked her magic on her goodies.
She squirmed in delight when she felt Connie's probing fingers shoving into her asshole. She watched while Connie pushed a finger in, reamed her ass a bit, then removed her finger, wet it, and shoved it in again.
Connie then managed to get two fingers into Vickie's tiny asshole. Then three. Vickie almost fainted with ecstasy when she saw Connie fingering her asshole and sucking her fingers. Then Connie swooped down with her mouth and rammed her tongue far into Vickie's rectum!
Connie swabbed her tongue far into Vickie's reamed asshole. Her hot tongue darted in and out of the gooey hole again and again. Then, Connie noticing the way Vickie was staring at her in open mouthed lust and love, removed her mouth from Vickie's hole and quickly moved upward; her lips puckered. She quickly shoved her lips against Vickie's before the surprised girl could lodge an objection!
Vickie tried backing away, a momentary feeling of disgust and revulsion sweeping through her. She couldn't get away from her lover. Connie bad an arm around her neck and was pressing her forward while pressing her lips to Vickie's. Vickie moaned as she tasted her own muskiness, then she heated up and returned the hot kisses. She shoved her tongue into Connie's mouth and dueled with her tongue.
The girls giggled, rolled around on each other and fought for kissing thrills. They swapped kisses. They dueled tongues. They swallowed the gook. They laughed, kissed and hugged each other like two people very much in love.
Connie, being the heavier of the two, finally pinned her lover to the bed under her. Laying heavily atop her adorable girl, she whispered, "I love you, darling."
Vickie, her soft brown eyes filled with love and tenderness, nodded happily, "I love you too, dear."
"You won't leave me, will you, darling?"
"Never! Never!" Vickie humped her pussy upward. "Let's suck each other off? Real good?" She suggested hopefully.
"Let's!" Connie gave with a few more hot kisses to her little lover; then she moved around on the bed. She scrootched around on top of Vickie. She knelt alongside Vickie's pretty face. She stared down at pretty Vickie's pretty cunt. With a smile of triumph and love on her face, Connie burrowed her face into Vickie's cunt! A feeling of exultation swept through Connie when she sunk her fangs onto the adorable crack.
After this session she was quite sure her little girl wouldn't leave!
Vickie stared up at the dark-haired gash moving toward her face. She knew this monstrous item had been the recipient of many a cock. Connie had probably been fucked a thousand or more times in her young life. Her cunt showed the affects of the beatings it had taken. Connie's cunt was big. Probably from too much exposure to too many big cocks. Even Connie's puckered asshole looked as if it had been well reamed out many a time by the same cocks that had ravished her cunt.
A moment of doubt swept through Vickie as she stared up at the descending cunt. She loved Connie very much. The older girl had been like a mother figure to her. A haven to come to. She always felt so safe in Connie's presence.
She really didn't want to leave with Mike -- not if it meant losing Connie. It would be so nice to come home to Connie after a hectic session with a big-cocked bastard. To know that Connie would be there to comfort her. To love her. To kiss her. To tenderly swab her battered little cunt with her hot tongue as Connie had promised to do if she remained.
Like now. Connie had her tongue deeply imbedded in Vickie's tiny pussy. Connie was giving it a tender loving sucking. Waves of heat and lust engulfed Vickie as the older girl worked out on her twat. Connie had mentioned that she didn't really dig the Lesbian bit, but at the moment she was giving a good account of herself on Vickie's pussy.
With a moan of delight, Vickie pulled the monstrous cunt to her face and eagerly began slurping. At the moment she was still a very confused girl about her future. She loved Connie. She loved Mike. Connie loved her. She wanted her to stay. Mike wanted her to leave with him.
Vickie wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do. She knew only one thing. Right now she wanted to suck this big, lovely cunt!
CHAPTER ELVEN
The Appletons greeted her warmly. Vickie could sense the warmth and friendliness the moment she stepped into the house. Agnes, her plain face wreathed in smiles, gathered -Vickie to her and kissed her.
"Vickie! Vickie! I'm so glad you're here. Come in, darling. Make yourself at home." Agnes ushered her into the living room, still with her arm around Vickie's slender waist. Agnes called out, her voice filled with happiness. "Peter! She's here! Vickie's here!"
Peter, who'd been in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, came into the living room. His eyes lit up in pleasure. "Vickie, darling!" He took Vickie's hands in his and gazed at her in adoration. "My, you look so pretty today!"
Vickie flushed. All this adulation. She smiled sweetly. "Hi, folks!"
She squeezed Peter's hand. She kind of liked the chubby, older man. He had such a nice smile. Peter was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a brightly colored sports shirt. Agnes was dressed in a shorts set. The Appleton's looked like what they were -- a casually dressed, fortyish couple, who had everything going for them in the way of wealth and good living. They were so wealthy they didn't have to put on airs.
Vickie had dressed in a short dress, with a tight bodice that accentuated her positives. It was a nice, form-fitting garment of pale green and white trimming, very fetching and added to her girlish charm. She glanced at her watch. Almost four o'clock. She had arrived right on schedule.
"Connie mentioned you wanted to retake some of the pictures for your book, Peter?" She bestowed a nice smile at the chubby man. "Didn't the other ones turn out?" She was making with the conversation.
"Eh? Oh, that!" Peter came back to earth. His initial glance at Vickie had sent his thoughts soaring into outer space. His mind to other than mundane things. "Most of 'em turned out pretty good, hon. You're very photogenic. Here. I'll show you the pictures." Zipping over to a desk in the far corner of the room, he pulled an envelope from the drawer. Spreading it out on the desk top, he withdrew the pictures. Handing them to Vickie, he explained them. "The shots we took in the orchard were a bit fuzzy. We'll redo them. Here's the ones at the pool. They're marvelous."
Vickie ogled the set of pictures. They were good. She was very photogenic. Even the ones that Peter were concerned about appeared to be all right to her. They weren't as clear as the others, but they seemed to be adequate. A bit fuzzy, maybe. She smiled to herself. This picture taking was just an excuse for her to return.
She reached for the other envelope Peter was holding. "Can I see those?"
"Gee, I don't know, hon." Peter's face was red. "These are the ones we took in the bedroom. Maybe you wouldn't want to see 'em?"
"I would!" Vickie reached for them. One by one she stared at the lewd pictures. Photos of Agnes making love to her. Photos of Agnes kissing Vickie's cunt. Lewd expressions on both their faces as Agnes worked on Vickie like a Lesbian. Vickie felt her own face getting red and she felt herself heating up.
Like Peter had said, she was photogenic. From every angle and curve. She stared at the pictures of Peter fucking her. The flush on her face deepened. She began to feel all warm in the crotch area. The warmth was increased when she felt Agnes nuzzling up to her from the rear and while pretending to be looking at the pictures along with Vickie, she was rubbing her hands on Vickie's cute buttocks.
Vickie handed the pictures back. She grinned impishly. "Like Wow!" She turned to Peter. "Do you want to take the pictures in the orchard now? I can go change into the crinoline dress?"
Peter shook his head. "There's no hurry. We can take the pictures tomorrow. You'll just be our guest for tonight. Dinner's about ready, isn't it, dear?"
"Everything's about ready. You go set the table, Peter. I'll get Vickie squared away in her bedroom and we'll wash up. Come, darling." She led Vickie to a bedroom.
The two girls washed up and returned to the kitchen. Peter had the table set and the piping hot meal ready to serve. Agnes chuckled, "Since Peter's in semiretirement, he's coming up with lots of surprises. He cooked the whole dinner himself. He's such a darling, and such a big help around the house." Agnes smiled at her chubby husband.
After the sumptuous meal, and after the dishes were cleared away and stashed in the dishwasher, the trio adjourned to the huge living room. Darkness was be-ginning to descend and Agnes flicked on a few lamps. They sat around and watched the evening news and weather programs, and sipped at drinks.
A cozy, comfortable feeling swept through Vickie. This was like home. The home that had been busted up after her Mom's death and Dad remarrying. She felt quite at ease in these surroundings. Peter and Agnes were old enough to be her parents. They were both casual and relaxed. Vickie leaned back on the sofa and relaxed. She kicked off her shoes, propped her feet up on a hassock and sipped at her drink.
The drinks, the mood, the casualness had a warming effect on her. She had the oddest feeling. It was almost as though she belonged here! She knew the feeling wouldn't last. She knew what she was. A paid whore. The people doing the paying would want action soon, but until then, she'd enjoy this moment of bliss, This homey feeling.
Agnes poured another round of drinks, then sat next to Vickie on the couch. Idly, she touched Vickie's hair, neck and shoulders while they sipped at their drinks. "It's nice having you here, Vickie." Her voice was soft and low. Her blue eyes were alight with ten-der gleams. "It's almost as though you're part of the family."
"I feel the same way." Vickie relaxed against the couch and enjoyed the feel of Agnes's soft fingers touching her.
"We never had any children," Agnes said, her voice soft and tinged with sadness. "We were both so busy acquiring money and material things, we didn't want to be bothered with kids."
"Oh?" Vickie began to feel all soft and mellow. She sympathized with this lonely couple.
"Now look at us," sighed Agnes. "We're approaching middle age and all we have is this huge house, and plenty of money in the bank. But no children."
Vickie nodded. Placing a hand on Agnes', she said "Maybe you could adopt some?"
Agnes shuddered. "No! We couldn't cope with raising young kids. Ugh! We wouldn't have the patience for it." She smiled and shucked off the mellow mood. Hopping to her feet, she poured another round of drinks. "Let's not get maudlin! Let's have some fun? Are you still available, Vickie, for other than picture taking?"
Vickie nodded. The bubble had burst. Back to normalcy. Back to being Vickie Adams, teenaged whore. Putting on her professional smile, she said, "Ready any time you folks are."
"Good. Then let's go to the bedroom!" Gathering Vickie's hand in hers, Agnes led the way. Chubby Peter brought up the rear. He carried the half-empty whiskey bottle with him. His eyes were alight with expectation. Already a bulge was beginning to form in the front of his Bermuda shorts. Peter was ready.
Vickie gulped in awe at sight of the master bedroom. Though she'd spent a night here before with them, she couldn't help but marvel at the luxury of the room. The huge, king-sized bed. The tasteful furnishings. The thick carpet. The mirrors on the walls. The attached bath. Even a tv and a hi-fi set in the room. She got hot all over just being here.
She stood in the center of the room, sipping at her drink. She was not sure what the horny couple had in mind and decided to play it by ear. She would be their willing love slave. They were paying for the session. She'd give them their money's worth.
Agnes wasted no time. Stepping up to Vickie, she began undressing her. She slid Vickie's dress off. She stepped back to admire Vickie in bra and panties.
"Isn't she adorable, dear?" She appealed to Peter.
Peter, who'd been hastily shrugging out of his own clothes, paused long enough to admire the scenery. His eyes bugged in appreciation. He nodded. "She's beautiful." He slid from his jockey shorts. His big, fat prick snapped to attention at sight of half-nude Vickie.
When Agnes removed the rest of Vickie's clothes, Peter's prick was at full stiffness, rock hard, surging with might and raring for action.
Agnes quickly joined the nudists. She stepped from her clothes. The three people was now naked and staring at each other with some degree of embarrassment. Vickie smiled reassuringly. She realized that the Appletons were still rather new at this game. The last time she'd been here had been the first time either one of them had taken on a different lover. Now, they were still acting shy and uncertain.
She put them at ease. "Relax, Peter and Agnes." She placed her hands on her breasts and cupped them forward enticingly. "It isn't the end of the world. Let's have fun. I'm your love slave." She pursed her lips invitingly.
Agnes and Peter surged forward. Both grabbed her at the same time. Peter got in front. Agnes in back. Peter shoved his cock forward and planted a few hot kisses onto Vickie's lips.
"My God, little girl," he breathed huskily. "You're so beautiful. Isn't she, dear?" He appealed to Agnes who was rubbing up against Vickie from the rear and nibbling at Vickie's neck and ears, while gently fondling Vickie's out thrust, cute asscheeks.
"The most beautiful girl in the world. And we love you so much, darling." Agnes' voice was low and throaty. She nuzzled her slender shape up against Vickie's voluptuous one, wrapped hands around Vickie and stroked her enormous melons. "You have such lovely breasts, darling. They're so firm, so round, so fully packed!" She tweaked at the tautening nipples.
Vickie tried relaxing while the heated up couple worked on her from the front and rear. She enjoyed the feel of Peter's hard cock bouncing against her belly.
She enjoyed the feel of Agnes' hairy snatch pushing against her asscheeks. She enjoyed the feel of Agnes' not so huge titties meshing against her bare back. Vickie neated up. The effects of the drinks, the mellowing attitude of the home, and the warmth and friendliness of the couple worked their magic on her. She grew creamy hot and pliable. She was ready for anything. Reaching down, she curled her fingers around Peter's huge, throbbing cock. "How 'bout fucking me, Peter?" she whispered.
The words caused his prick to jump to new heights. Peter glanced over her shoulder and stared into the eyes of Agnes. Sucking in a deep breath, he murmured, "You heard her, Agnes? Can I fuck 'er? Please?"
Agnes teased for a moment, then she nodded. "Yes, dear, you can fuck the little bitch!" Her smile belied the sting of the words. "I'll help you fuck 'er."
Agnes eased Vickie onto the bed. She eased Vickie onto her back. She spread Vickie's legs wide. She lifted Vickie's knees upward into the fucking position. Agnes sat beside the adorable whore while arranging her for her husband. Agnes' eyes were smoky pools of passion and lust while she stroked Vickie s pussy and thighs, and asshole.
Turning to her husband, she said, "Are you sure you want to fuck this ugly thing?" she teased, bending low and shoving a few kisses and sucks onto Vickie's cunt.
"Yes. Yes," breathed Peter, kneeling between Vickie's thighs, his cock aiming toward the hot pussy. "Please let me."
"Well, since you've said please." Agnes sighed and removed her fucking face from the moist pussy. "I guess you can."
Taking hold of her husband's big cock, she aimed it at the tiny cunt she'd been sucking. Agnes steered the head of it into the tiny crack; then, giving Peter a hard whack on the ass, she pushed him forward, hard.
"Go on," she screamed hysterically. "Fuck the little whore! Fuck 'er. That's what you want to do, isn't
it, you horny bastard. Go on. Give it to 'er. Make 'er feel it!"
Vickie, surprised at this sudden outburst on the part of Agnes, moaned and gasped in pain when Peter, assisted by the shove from his wife, invaded her cunt. It was brutal and unexpected.
"Ouch!" she wailed. "Take it easy! That hurts! Owww. ..."
The moans of pain receded when her hot little pussy began adjusting to the enormous cock. Since coining to work for the Lance Henderson Agency, Vickie had been subjected to a variety of different sized cocks. This tended to enlarge her cunt. She was reaching the point where she could quickly adjust to any sized cock.
She wished he, or rather, Agnes hadn't been so brutal. Vickie liked to get her cocks eased into her
cunt very gently. The sudden bangbang, she didn't particularly enjoy.
Now, having adjusted to Peter's prick, she settled into a steady rhythm. She matched him stroke for stroke. She had learned a few tricks from Connie during the course of their acquaintance. Connie had advised her to give with the moans, sobs and wails of delight while fucking a man. This tended to make the guy feel bigger than he really was, and turned him on. Most men liked to think they were really hurting the pussy they were banging.
At the moment Vickie didn't have to fake the sound effects. Peter's big cock was still hurting her. Her moans and sobs were for real.
"Oh, Peter," she moaned, thrashing around excitedly, "you're so big! It hurts! It hurts so good!" She sobbed, moaned and rolled with his punches. She wrapped her legs about his and drew him in deeper and deeper. "You're the greatest I've ever had, Peter! Wow! Your prick is so big ... so ... big.... Oh ... Awl ... It feels so good. ... Fuck me, Peter, fuck me! ..."
Peter obliged. The small teenager under him, with the tiny pussy, aroused him like he'd never been aroused before. He felt his big cock slamming hard against the pussy walls, now being lubricated by the minor orgasms. The sight of the lovely, writhing naked body under him, drove him to new heights of lust and passion.
The little girl was so beautiful. She had such a smooth, creamy, pinkish white body. It writhed and bounced under him. He stared, fascinated at her bouncing tithes. They were such lovely items. Peter began reaching a zenith hitherto unreached in all his years of marriage with Agnes. "I love you, Vickie," he moaned and shrieked while pounding cock into her pussy. "She's so wonderful, dear," he added between strokes, glancing at his wife who was right beside him, lending moral encouragement.
"Yes, dear, I know." Agnes stroked Peter's fevered brow while he stroked Vickie's fevered pussy. "She's beautiful, and she's got you so hot." There was a trace of envy in Agnes' voice as she watched Peter pour his meat to the teenaged darling. He'd never fucked her like this.
Vickie stared upward at Peter. She smiled encouragement and bounced up and down like a demoness. "You're good, Peter!" she moaned. "Such a wonderful fucker. Such a big cock. Wow! Aaaaaa! ... Oooooo! ..." She wailed and moaned happily while accepting Peter's energetic thrusts.
She stared into Agnes' eyes. Saw the look in the wife's eyes. "Isn't he the best fucker, Agnes?"
Agnes nodded. Tears misted her eyes. She placed her hand on her husband's asscheeks and rode up and down with every lunge of his cock into the lovely girl's cunt. She smiled reassuringly at the little girl. "Give 'im a good ride, darling," she breathed. "I don't mind. Go on, fuck 'im, fuck 'im good. Make the hot bastard come like he's never come before." Bending over, she placed her lips on Vickie's and gave with a soul kiss. "He's gonna come, now ... ?" she whispered.
"Yes. Yes." Vickie could feel Peter suddenly tense. She knew he was reaching his peak. "Now! He's coming! He's coming!" she moaned, between Agnes' kisses. "Your big-cocked husband is filling my cunt with his hot come!" she shrieked, half sobbing, half chuckling. "You hear me, Agnes? Your husband is filling my cunt with his hot come! Right now! ... " Vickie shrieked, moaning and thrashing around under the pounding.
Peter unloaded into the teenager. It felt as if he was unloading from the very souls of his feet to his brain. Every fiber in his hot, chubby body was heated while he stroked and lunged into the adorable teenager who was getting kissed by his wife while accepting his come.
It was weird. Exciting. Peter unloaded the biggest wad of his entire life into the hot little pussy. Again and again, his hot hose squirted hot juices into the hot cunt. He felt her rise up to the occasion and come with him. It was delirious. Peter almost flipped his cork. Finally his passion began to ebb. His squirting hose ran out of juices. His fierce lunges slowed, then stopped. His limp cock oozed from the battered well.
Peter smiled ruefully. Shaking his head in awe, he murmured, "My God, you lovely little girl. You sure made me come. I thought I'd never stop." He smiled apologetically at Agnes. "I sorta got carried away, dear."
"I know." Agnes crinkled her nose and forgave him. She smiled down at the lovely interloper. "You sure gave my husband a wonderful fucking, you lovely girl. He thanks you. I thank you." To prove her point, Agnes gathered Vickie into the crook of her arm and showered her with kisses. "We both love you so much, darling."
Peter squirmed out from under the two embracing girls. He got to his feet, wobbling unsteadily, a rueful smile on his face. He wobbled toward the bathroom. "I'm gonna wash up," he mumbled Then smiling at Agnes, he said, "While I'm gone, dear, you can ask Vickie if she'll go along with our plan." He stumbled into the bathroom, and eased the door shut.
Vickie smiled up at Agnes. "Exactly what did Peter mean by that crack, dear?"
Propping herself alongside Vickie, and resting her hand on the small girl's heaving breasts, Agnes gently squeezed them and fondled them. With her other hand she stroked Vickie's hair, face and ran her fingers across Vickie's cute lips. "We both love you very much, darling. You know that?"
Vickie nodded. "And I , love you both. So?"
"Well, Peter and I got to talking things over." Agnes stopped stroking Vickie. She paused all action while staring into Vickie's eyes, then she blurted, "Vickie, darling, Peter and I want you to move in with us. To live with us!"