Chapter 3
Generally, Saturday morning finds me sacked out until eleven or twelve o'clock. It's my small contribution to the energy conservation effort. But the brilliant sunlight spilling through the bedroom window, the insistent clamor of the kitchen radio, and a painfully full bladder combined to drag me into the shower.
Sherry had brushed aside my suggestions that she would be more comfortable in my bed, recognizing, I suppose, that I was actually thinking of my own comfort. There was really no reason to protest her decision. The two rides on that bucking bottom had left me temporarily disinterested in anything sexier than a soft pillow. I was asleep five minutes after flopping across the bed.
Shaking the last drops of urine from my penis, I scowled at my reflection and remembered that Teresa was coming over for breakfast again. The prospect of another morning with both girls brought a grin to my face, and I was whistling by the time I finished showering and shaving.
They were waiting for me in the big kitchen. The bodies and faces were the same. Only the shorts and halters had been changed. It was just as difficult as ever to concentrate on food with all those young young curves staring back at me. Every time I looked at Sherry's lovely face, I remembered the way she had worked that ass for me, and my prick began doing its morning pushups beneath the table.
There was no mention of their interrupted fondling of yesterday morning, and I could think of no way to bring up the subject, though my cock kept nudging my thigh to remind me. All I could do was wait until one of them decided it was playtime.
To my surprise, it was Teresa who opened the door by saying, "Why don't you take some pictures of me and Sherry, Brad?"
"Pictures?" I repeated stupidly. It was becoming apparent that my brain wasn't functioning half so well as my impatient prick.
"Feelthy peectures!" Sherry accented with a wicked leer.
"Dirty, dirty!" Teresa added, her eyes twinkling. She rolled her shoulders, and the firm breasts popped almost out of the tiny halter. My eyes popped with them.
"You mean," I said, "the sort of pictures I made for the album?"
Sherry's black hair bobbed agreement. "You might even use them for the strip." She shoved her own bullet-tipped beauties forward. "Don't you think we're pretty enough?"
"Hold it!" I exclaimed, raising both hands, palms out. "I'm just surprised. That's all. When do you want to pose?"
"What's wrong with right now?" Sherry demanded, standing up and pushing her chair back under the table. "I can clean up the kitchen later."
Teresa imitated the movement, and they stood grinning as I climbed to my feet, exposing the swollen condition of my crotch. I glanced down and gave a helpless shrug.
"Don't blame me. You two are giving me a hard time."
The remark was greeted by a concerted, but good-natured groan, and I followed their wiggling bottoms through the house to my converted studio.
I fumbled with the camera, adjusting the tripod and dragging a couple of lamps over to illuminate a long K armless couch covered by a purple spread. The girls watched me until I turned from the equipment and gave them a questioning look.
"You'll have to tell us what to do," Sherry said. "Do you want us to get undressed?"
What I wanted was to screw hell out of both of them. But I would settle for the onlooker's role. If they were serious about going through with the idea, I would wind up with some hot photographs. They were both much younger than any of the professional models I had used. I decided to stir the fire a little.
"Why don't we take a few teaser shots?" I suggested. "Keep your clothes on, and I'll tell you what -to do."
Teresa gave me a little pout, shoving that cute lower lip out in a way that made my cock stiffen still more. "And I thought you wanted to see more of me."
"Don't encourage the man," Sherry teased. "He's a notorious seducer of innocent young girls."
Teresa placed one hand on her slender hip and gave her pelvis a grinding bump. "What makes you think I'm innocent?"
"You're young," Sherry grinned. "That's what turns him on."
I wondered if she realized just how accurate she was in that observation. It was intended as a joke, but I was quite aware of the fresh vibrancy of the two creatures, and their youth excited me almost as much as the promise of sexual gratification.
Damn it! I was doing it again. What I really meant was that I was turned on by something more than the promise of a quick fuck.
"If you two are through with your psychoanalysis," I said in mock severity, "we'll get on with it." I picked up a small camera and checked the lens. "I guess I'd better ask just how far you want to go with this?" I made it a question with my tone.
Teresa shrugged and Sherry merely arched one delicate brow. "We'll do anything you tell us to do."
"Okay," I agreed. "Let me get a tight shot of tongues."
Teresa looked blank, but Sherry nodded her understanding. "He means that he wants us to touch tongues," she explained, "while he takes a close up."
Teresa turned toward Sherry and closed her eyes, sliding her pink tongue out between tight lips. Sherry moved closer and gave a little sigh. "Not that way, sweetheart. Open your mouth and do it."
"But I'll drool all over the place."
"So what? The idea is that you're enjoying It so much you don't care."
I moved in, camera poised, as the two luscious pairs of lips shaped wet ovals about an inch apart, and the dainty tongues flicked out to rub their pointed tips together. I clicked off a couple of shots, but I didn't give a damn about the pictures. It was much more interesting wondering how my cock would feel wedged in between those quivering beauties. The thought did nothing to diminish my erection.
"How about a big juicy kiss?" I said. The girls went into a tit to tit clench like a couple of boxers, their mouths glued together and their jaws working to accentuate the pressure of those warm soft lips. I had sampled both pairs, and envied each of them the pleasure they were enjoying.
"Hold it!" I exclaimed. Sherry's palm had shaped itself over Teresa's left breast, and I ducked low to frame an upward shot of the action. "Feel her bottom," I directed, squatting behind the younger girl as Sherry's fingers explored the tight shorts where they hugged those high rounded cheeks.
"Damn!" Sherry gasped, wrenching her lips from Teresa's wet mouth. "Let us get out of these clothes!"
"Okay," I agreed. "Sherry, you take off your shorts, and Teresa, you can get out of that halter." I stepped back to give them room. "After that, you can do whatever you want. I'll keep snapping."
Sherry's gorgeous black-haired pussy was a familiar sight. But since I still hadn't managed to even touch the plump ridges, its disclosure was enough to bring my balls up into a taut swelling that made my prick harder than ever.
Teresa gave my tented slacks a hungry glance as she shed the halter, freeing the twin cherry-tipped mounds and giving them a quick flip before Sherry pulled her close and clamped her lips over one of the nipples.
"Oh! Wow!" Teresa yelped as she felt that wet tongue begin a dancing massage. I hadn't heard the expression in years, but it seemed appropriate to the occasion. Her own hands groped for Sherry's boyish hips, and Sherry arched her body to shove them forward, spreading her knees apart when she realized the girl's intention.
Teresa's left hand slid between Sherry's thighs and fondled the moist slit, her fingers sliding up and down the dainty furrow as if examining every part of the inviting trench. Sherry's ass cheeks tightened, and she made a little humping motion that shoved her pussy onto the extended middle finger. I snapped the shutter just as the inner labia snapped about Teresa's stiffened digit.
It didn't take much of that finger work to bring Sherry's hands down to tug at Teresa's shorts, and the cloth peeled down over hips and bottom to unveil the lightly haired juncture of her slender thighs.
Teresa's hair was a light brown. But the silk triangle was lighter still, almost blond, and the inviting cleft of her labia revealed a moist pink doorway that beckoned my cock with visible pulsations. Or, I admitted, licking my lips as I snapped the shutter, my tongue.
Sherry's halter fluttered to the floor, and the two naked nymphet's pressed their young bodies against those delightfully curved counterparts, moving skin over skin to increase the pleasure of that first unrestrained contact.
I tried to miss nothing. But it was impossible to aim the lens at everything. I caught their open-mouthed kiss as Sherry pushed the younger girl back onto the couch, mounting her with a graceful movement of her fluid hips and legs. Then, as Teresa drew her knees up on either side of Sherry's body, I shot a close up of that blond pussy, its wet lips parting to reveal the swollen bud of her erected clitoris.
It had to be one quick snap, for Sherry's hips dipped down to shove her own crotch against the furry nest, her ass grinding to rub the plump mounds together.
"Oh! Wow!" Teresa yelped again. Evidently, Sherry had worked her cunt lips into the splayed crease, for the lower pair of hips began wiggling with vigorous enthusiasm, and the tanned legs climbed and scissored in eager cooperation.
From atop Teresa's writhing body, Sherry turned her face toward me, her ass moving in a grinding circle to friction her cunt against that of her moaning companion. She gave me a little curve of those wet lips.
"Take your clothes off, Brad," she murmured. "I'm just getting her warmed up for you."
Like a starving man invited into a banquet hall, I ripped at shirt and trousers with fingers that seemed as stiff as my throbbing prick. By the time I was undressed, Sherry had slid backward and was kissing Teresa's belly, her chin nuzzling the blond fur just above the inviting cunt.
My cock, recalling the pleasure of Sherry's playful rump, aimed its jism-coated head at her exposed bottom. I took a step toward her, planning a replay of the preceding night. Still kissing Teresa's heaving abdomen, she fluttered a gesture that made me draw up short, my prick bobbing in disgust.
I had discarded the camera, hoping for better things. Now, before Sherry could zoom in on that juicy slit, I grabbed the leather strap and snapped her just as her tongue dipped into Teresa's goodie box.
The girl's legs flew almost straight up, toes stiff. Her ass vibrated like an unbalanced tire at high speed, and I got another shot of Sherry's mouth opening wide to cover that excited pussy. I was almost too late, for Teresa's frantic hands grabbed the black hair as if trying to push Sherry's head inside the vaginal entrance.
Her legs came down, knees bent, to drum the heels on Sherry's curved back. Over the soft liquid sound of the feasting lips, she kept exclaiming, "Oh! Wow! Ohhhhhh!" Her head rolled from side to side, her brown hair whipping across her contorted features, and I spent three frames of the film roll on her straining lips and tightly shut eyes.
It didn't take much work to bring her off. Her ass began a vicious hunching, and her torso lifted, the tips of her breasts dancing with her forceful contortions. She gave a series of sharp cries as the climax tore through her belly, and Sherry gurgled happily with the increase of cunt cream she was able to spoon from the exploding pussy with her writhing tongue.
I couldn't see her oral artistry. But the little convulsions of her white throat as she swallowed told me she was getting a full load, and her soft moans betrayed her enjoyment of every drop. Then, when Teresa's hips settled back on the couch, Sherry raised her face just enough to lick the juicy slit from bottom to top, dragging her flattened tongue upward through the cleft until Teresa's ass started wiggling again. Poising the oral muscle directly above the spasming lips, she stiffened it and drove it into the pussy, tongue fucking the whimpering girl until she came again in a flurry of threshing legs and twisting tail.
Much as I was enjoying the sights and sounds, my own discomfort was rapidly approaching the point of agony. My cock was so hard that every throb seemed to jerk at my balls, and I was just about ready to use my hand for the few strokes needed to loose the load of sperm that boiled deep in my belly. It was a ridiculous thought, for there were two beckoning pussies within easy reach. The trouble was that one of them was in obvious use, and the other was just as obviously off-limits.
Sherry must have sensed my desperation, for she pulled her lips from Teresa's crack with a noisy slurp, licked them and used them to give me an impish grin.
"Is there any film left?" she asked. She was a little breathless. Otherwise, she might have been asking for the time.
I assured her there was. Then I asked, "Do you know how to use it?"
She nodded, pausing to give the soft cunt another wet lick. "Do you know how to use this?" she inquired teasingly.
Teresa was still panting, but she rolled her head to stare at my engorged cock as Sherry's suggestion filtered through the lingering tremors of her multiple orgasms. She tried to bring her knees together, but Sherry's hands held them apart.
"Come on, Brad," Sherry encouraged. "She's been begging for that dick."
I stumbled across the miles that separated me from paradise, hoping that my balls wouldn't explode before I made it through the gates. Sherry backed away, and I felt the couch under my knees. I looked down into the V of Teresa's slender thighs at the juicy crevice that divided the lower point of her golden triangle.
Teresa, raising her head to gaze down over the taut nippled breasts, saw my prick swing into position and tilt its velvet plum toward her defenseless slit. Her eyes widened.
"Oh!" she began. Then my cock parted her labia and slipped into her hot little pussy. "WOW!" Her mouth and eyes flew open as if to relieve the pressure in her belly, and I gave her the first three inches while her legs performed another assault on the musk-laden air.
Soft arms encircled my neck, and two points speared my chest. She wiggled her hips beneath me, and I gained another delightful inch, my prick throbbing like crazy as her cunt spasmed and gripped the inserted half with a wet hot convulsion. She glared up at me with a wide-eyed stare.
"Oh!" she moaned, dragging the syllable out as I adjusted my cue stick for another shot.
"Yeah," I moaned back. "Wow!" My buttocks flexed, and I pushed deeper into the churning wetness between her thighs. She gave a throaty gurgle and wrapped those delightful legs around my waist with a force that made me gasp. At the same time, she shoved her ass up and I felt that juicy cunt climb my pole like a shivering monkey.
"So that's where the expression came from," I murmured, not realizing I had voiced the thought until she said, "Huh?"
"Never mind, sugar," I said, watching that fabulous mouth tremble with excited pleasure. "Just keep working that ass."
I hadn't mounted the squirming teenager for the purpose of conversation. And, since she obeyed my last order with an agility that slid the lips of her pussy up and down my prick like a hungry mouth, it seemed logical to put her real mouth to its intended use. I covered it with mine.
She had proved her kissability with that Thursday morning osculation. But I had only been jamming my erection against her belly for incentive. Now, she had most of the nine inches stretching her love chute, and the knob was sliding against her cervix with every wiggle of her slender hips. The difference was phenomenal and delicious. She seemed to be trying to shove her tongue as far down my throat as I had my cock rammed up her cunt.
I was vaguely aware of Sherry moving about the couch, and I thought I heard the camera's unobtrusive clicking. But I wasn't the least bit interested in posing. I had better things to do.
"Fuck me!" Teresa hissed, pulling her tongue from between my tonsils, and bouncing her ass to friction the walls of her slavering pussy against my ramrod.
"Why not?" I grunted, beginning a hunching motion that did precisely what she had suggested. "Everything seems to be in the right place."
Levity went out of my mind as my prick bored into that torrid sheath of rippling muscles and clinging tissue. Sherry's tongue had set the juices to flowing, and I slid as far as physical law would permit. There was still about half an inch of unenclosed hardness. But the only way I could get that m would be by punching a hole where the head of my cock pressed the farthest recess of the channel into a shuddering slickness.
Teresa made that discover}' with the second thrust. "I can't take it all!" she whispered, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. "Oh! Wow!"
I figured the studs who had already explored that snug little passageway must have been a couple of inches shorter. That meant I was discovering hitherto untouched territory, and my prick was trying to memorize every tiny part.
It wasn't necessary to drive it all the way home, although the idea heightened the pleasure I was already experiencing. If I couldn't get it off with eight inches of tight young cunt, it was time to hand in my fucking license.
Of course, in Teresa's case, the license was no good, anyway. Society said she was too young to do what she was doing with such eagerness. But my cock recognized ability, and it cooperated by racing in and out with gathering speed, sliding through that juicy entrance to plunge deep and hard, ramming the final barrier with just enough force to remind her that she was being balled by the real thing.
She kept repeating those same two words like a broken record. "Oh! Wow! Oh! Wow!" But they were sincere. The "Oh!" came as my cock slammed in to fill her vagina, and the "Wow!" was her reaction to that delicious outward slide that tried to pull her pussy walls out along with my slippery dick.
By that time, it felt so damned good that I didn't care if she started singing "We Shall Overcome." Just a few more hunches and I would be ready to do exactly that.
I shut her up by ramming my tongue in her mouth and pumping the cock to her with furious strokes, my balls flopping against her juice-coated ass with noisy slaps. Her sharp tits dug burning holes in my chest as I hammered the meat to her, and she twisted that tight little bottom in perfect rhythm with my pounding pelvis.
Nobody flashed a sign to let us know we were both coming, but the message leaped from cunt to cock and back again in a series of throbs and shudders. Her scissored legs levered her ass up to receive the rabbit thrusts that toppled us over the edge, and we plunged into the blinding ecstasy of mutual orgasm with our mouths sucking greedily on each other, tongues battling as her pussy got in the first shot.
The hot juice bathed the head of my prick for a split instant before a stab of unbearable pleasure lanced through my balls, and my semen surged through the prong like hot lava. It spurted into her cunt and her ass damn near shoved me off as it bucked up in hungry response.
She worked those internal muscles like a veteran whore, her pussy gobbling the jets of come as rapidly as I poured them to her. I felt as if my balls were trying to join the gushes of sperm, and I was almost glad when the spasms subsided and her hips slowed to a gentle quivering. I stopped chewing her tongue and unblocked those warm wet lips, knowing exactly what I was going to hear. She didn't disappoint me.
"Oh! Wow!"
The girls gathered up their insignificant bits of clothing and scampered off to the shower, leaving me to lie back on the couch and ponder the fate of a thirty-year-old man who gets his kicks humping girls on the sunny side of eighteen. The prospect was quite pleasant.
Sherry had surprised me with her willingness to stand aside while I balled Teresa. But now that I thought about it, Sherry had surprised me with just about everything she had done since her arrival. Especially that bit with Charlie.
I looked down at my cream-streaked penis, still about half hard. The little eye stared back at me, and I could almost imagine that it winked.