Chapter 8
Anthony was home again from one of his many trips. But now things were so different at his household. Helen sat at the pool, wearing a bikini and all-grown-up Shirley wore an even skimpier one.
"Hello, Shirley, honey. And hello, Helen." He grinned broadly. Both mother and daughter felt the immediate impact of Anthony's charm. He had the ability to make each of them feel, at the same instant, that he was hugely happy to see her, and her alone. Both . mother and daughter instantly warmed under the new spell of his charm.
"Anthony, darling." Helen smiled, getting up, every inch of her rich body going into motion at once, making Anthony's throat go dry with quick desire.
Shirley squealed happily, skipping off the diving board and running over toward him, her tits, as full and ripe as melons, nearly bouncing out of her slender bikini top. She threw herself into his arms, gluing her nearly-naked body against his, driving her pussy mound shamelessly against his cock as she wildly kissed him, her tongue driving in between his lips.
The impact of her young body nearly knocked Anthony over. He grabbed her, cupping the naked moons of her buttocks with his hands, holding her close as he Jammed his cock against her grinding pussy mound, returning her impassioned kiss, his tongue thrashing around hers. His prick was quickly beginning to swell inside his trousers. Her wet body was smeared tightly against his. She could feel his quick hardening. She pushed her mound in harder as she danced her tongue deeply into his mouth.
Helen watched her young daughter passionately kissing Anthony.
"Now, now." Helen laughed as she watched them kissing. "Break it up so we can talk, Shirley." She didn't reprove her daughter's shameless behavior in any way.
"Oh, but Mother." Shirley pouted as the kiss broke, still shoving her lovely body against Anthony. "Who wants to talk when Anthony's around? Fucking's a lot more fun!" She laughed wildly.
"Come, sit by Mother, Shirley darling. We have to chat first-" She grinned wickedly.
The young girl pouted and looked sullen. Anthony eased himself out of the young girl's embrace. The front of his sport coat and trousers were wet from the girl's body. Before Anthony could say another word he was aware of his wet trousers. His hardening cock was making a big tent in the front of his trousers. He made no attempt to hide it. Mother and daughter stared at the hard-on, then glanced up into Anthony's eyes, their eyes smoking with desire and meaning.
"See!" Shirley cried out childishly, pointing her finger at Anthony's hard-on. "I gave him a rod! With one kiss!" No longer did she call him "Father" or "Daddy."
"The way you shoved your pussy at him, it's no wonder." Helen laughed to her daughter.
" They were a strange pair, now, the strangest mother and daughter combination that Anthony had ever met. They shared everything together-most of all-sex.
Anthony walked over toward the pool side where Helen was lying again, the sun outlining the ripe curves of her nearly-naked, deeply tanned body. Shirley walked close by his side.
"Boy, did I give you a hard-on, Anthony!" the girl said with excitement. And, as they walked over toward the girl's mother, Shirley casually reached her hand to the front of Anthony's trousers. With practiced skill and speed she unzipped his fly and hoisted his huge, hard cock out, exposing it to the bright sunlight.
Anthony felt momentarily awkward. He was walking toward the girl's mother, his cock sticking out like a telephone pole from his gaping fly, the young girl's eager, practiced hand squeezing his aroused flesh brazenly.
"My, my." Helen laughed at her daughter, her eyes watching the young girl's hand as it squeezed his naked cock. "You certainly did give Anthony a hard-on, Shirley darling."
"And what a mouth-watering handful it is!" Shirley laughed, giving his long, thick cock a hard squeeze with her young, practiced fingers, making the head of his penis go red with rushing blood.
"That's for sure!" The mother laughed to the daughter.
Anthony sat down on a love seat near Helen. Shirley sat close by his side, her hand cupping and sliding up and down slowly over the length of his arousal as it poked nakedly up out of his gaping fly. "I don't know what kind of conversation I can have with the two of you as long as Shirley's jerking my cock off." Anthony laughed.
"You just talk and don't worry," Shirley giggled girlishly, her fingers greedily and eagerly squeezing his massive cock. "Isn't his peter the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, Mother?"
"It certainly is!" Helen leered.
"Someone might see us." Anthony laughed, not really caring, "No. No one will see us," Helen said with a wicked smile, licking her pink tongue over her lips as she watched her daughter's fingers, tightly curled around Anthony's huge cock, moving lazily and teasingly up and down. The girl was whispering obscenely in Anthony's ear, nibbling on his earlobe, darting her tongue in and out of his ear.
"Well, I don't think we're going to be able to discuss anything right now." Anthony laughed, enjoying the expert way in which the young pretty girl was fondling his hard cock.
"You're right, sweetie!" The girl giggled, her eyes glittering with lust.
"Shirley, undress Anthony," Helen said.
"Ummm, that'll be fun!" The girl laughed happily.
"Stand up, please, Anthony, you yummy man with a delicious prick, you."
With a laugh, Anthony got up. The girl laughed at him throatily. She put her arms around him, pulling him close, thrilling to the feel of his huge, stiff cock as it rubbed against her naked thighs, squirming her mound, so thinly covered by the bikini, against it. She kissed him. Her tongue touched his as her body worked hotly against his.
"Shirley. I said undress him." Helen laughed.
"Oh, all right, Mother." The girl pouted prettily. "I just feel like fooling around a little bit first!"
She thrust her hips tightly to his, and her fingers worked, untying his tie. She slipped the tie off, removed his jacket, tossing both of them onto the love seat carelessly. She slowly, teasingly, undid the buttons of his shirt. She pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the love seat. Her mouth went to his chest, her lips working over his flat nipples as if they were a woman's.
"Oh, little girl." Anthony sighed, pleased.
"Our daughter's quite a little sexpot, isn't she?" Helen smiled.
"She sure is." Anthony laughed.
Shirley pulled the shirt from Anthony. She began to kiss down over his belly, giggling as her tongue stabbed into his navel, making him groan. And then she bent before him, unlaced his shoes, removing them, pulling off his socks.
Anthony studied the look of wanton excitement on the pretty young girl's face. And then Shirley was on her knees before him. He looked down the deep valley between her swaying tits. He could see the slender strip of her bikini top clinging to her extended cherry nipples. She unhooked his belt and slowly pulled down his pants, after releasing the top button. She feasted her eyes, as her mother did, on his huge cock, sticking out of the opening in the front of his shorts.
"Isn't his prick something else again, Mother?" Shirley said, her eyes hungering over Anthony's massive erection.
"There's only one like it, and Anthony has it." Helen grinned.
Anthony smiled, enjoying the way the mother and daughter were admiring his swollen prick. He said nothing. He stood there enjoying them, enjoying his hard-on, knowing he was going to enjoy stimulating sex with the two of them.
"Let's get the silly shorts off," Shirley said breathlessly.
"What do you mean by silly?" Anthony frowned, mocking anger. "Those shorts cost me ten bucks."
"A waste of good money." Helen laughed. "Now . . ." the young girl panted eagerly. "Now to get those shorts off you, Anthony!"
The girl's hands trembled, shook, showing her excitement and desire. She was melting with hot longing. She slowly began to draw lis shorts down, as if teasing herself by drawing them down so slowly. Down, down, she lowered them, inch by inch.
"The unveiling of cock," Shirley giggled.
"Stop playing around, Shirley," Helen said to her daughter. "Take them off."
"Let the girl have her fun." Anthony smiled.
The expensive material of Anthony's shorts had bunched low on his hips and would go down no lower.
"You silly girl." Helen laughed at her daughter when she saw what was halting the downward progress of Anthony's shorts. "Can't you see what's the matter?"
The girl giggled wildly. She saw. The shorts were caught by the huge thrust of Anthony's cock. The girl giggled and stretched out the elastic waistband. It gaped away from his stomach. She now had it free. She had pulled it out far enough so that it would clear the huge thrust of his cock. Down his shorts went. She tossed them aside carelessly.
"What a cock," the young girl whispered reverently as she knelt there before him on her knees, surveying his hard-on candidly with her glowing eyes.
"What would you like to do with it?" Anthony asked, smiling down at her.
"Everything!" she exclaimed.
"Now, now, Shirley." Helen laughed.
"I want to do everything with it," Shirley said with excitement. "I want to suck it. I want to feel it in my pussy every way there is. I want it in my behind. I want it between my tits. I want it-"
"Just a moment, darling." The girl's mother laughed. "Don't be a glutton. Save some for your sex-starved mother."
"That'll be the day when you're sex-starved." Anthony laughed.
"I'm always sex-starved, Anthony, except when you're around." Helen grinned.
"Me too!" the girl said.
"The two of you'll wear my pecker out." Anthony laughed.
"Fat chance! It's too big to ever wear out!
Shirley reached up her hand and clutched his rod, her fingers curling tightly around its thickness.
"Ummmm, it's beautiful, Anthony," Shirley purred, her warm breath fanning over his aroused penis.
"I'm going to get out of my bikini," Helen said as she stood up and reached behind her to the clasp that held the top in place over her full, ripe, swaying breasts.
As her mother unsnapped her bra, Shirley went to work on Anthony. With a wanton laugh that came from deep in her throat the girl bent low and began to trail wet kisses over Anthony's legs. He stood over her, smiling, enjoying the slavish way in which the young girl was worshiping him. His eyes darted from the kneeling girl to her mother, who was beginning to slip the triangle of cloth away from her lush hips.
Shirley's lips moved up slowly. She kissed lovingly over his calves, then over his knees onto his thighs. Her hand was grasping his swollen prick, manipulating it seductively.
Her other hand was at his naked buttocks, her fingers stroking deeply in and along the deep, sensitive trench between his asscheeks.
Now the girl's hot, wet lips were close his swollen balls. She kissed wetly over his inner thighs. Anthony felt the flit of the girl's lips on his inner thighs, and his legs began to quake with excitement. She was a sexpot all right, experienced way beyond her years.
The girl was trying to torment him by keeping her heated kisses just shy of his cock and balls. And then she moved her young, lovely face higher and she began to hotly, wetly, drag her tongue over the sac. Her tongue was like a teasing, wet snake as it licked over his sensitive areas. Her fingers were working seductively deep in the slit of his anus.
Then Shirley and Anthony heard a splash. Helen dove into the pool. With a laugh, Shirley sprang to her feet, and, in a wink stripped away her bikini and plunged into the pool, joining her naked mother. Anthony stood by the side of the pool, naked, fully aroused.
"Come on in, Anthony, the water's lovely for fucking!" Helen cried. Anthony plunged in.
Anthony swam underwater toward the shallow part. He came up and burst out of the water like a huge fish being yanked out by a strong line and biting hook, water streaming down over his body, blinking his eyes. The water was chest-deep, cool and refreshing on his naked body. The bright sun hit the shimmering water, forming silver dimes that glinted and dazzled.
No sooner had Anthony come up for air than he felt feminine hands on his body under water. He stared down through the surface of the clear blue water. He saw the nude forms of Helen and Shirley swimming underwater, around him. He felt hands on his legs. He felt a pair of lips close tightly over the head of his floating bloated prick. Hands tickled his balls. Lips sucked on his prick. Hands spread his buttocks' cheeks and a stiff finger plunged into his sensitive anus, to the knuckle, making him shout with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
And then, mother and daughter surfaced, laughing, giggling, water streaming over their tanned, luscious bodies. Both mother and daughter pressed their naked, glistening bodies in close around his, and their hands continued to fondle him intimately.
"We're going to make aquatic love, Anthony." Helen laughed.
"We'll fuck up a storm in the pool!" Shirley giggled.
"If we stay in the water long enough,' Anthony said, "our skin will get as wrinkled as prunes."
"As long as your prick doesn't shrivel up, it's okay." Shirley laughed, her fingers curled and caressing on his hard cock.
"We've always talked about drowning on love, Anthony, now's our chance to try." Helen smiled, biting his earlobe, rubbing her tits against his slippery back.