Chapter 7
Many times, particularly when I hadn't scored hi the sex department for several weeks, I've dreamed of finding myself with three nubile and willing nymphet's. But I never entertained the thought that the dream would become a reality in such an unusual manner.
It was only five-thirty, and the sun streamed through the studio window to silhouette the slender legs of Karen and Belinda Duff as they turned to greet me upon my emergence from the dark room.
Karen's blond hair reflected the sunlight like a golden halo, accentuating the deceptive look of innocence on her baby face. Belinda, the younger sister, made no attempt to hide her interest in the condition of my slacks, staring boldly at the lingering bulge and pursing those soft red lips in an obscene whistle.
"Belinda!" Karen exclaimed. "What a thing to do!"
"What a thing!" Belinda retorted. "Don't tell me you're not interested."
"I didn't say that," the older girl said hastily. "But you don't have to be so ... so impetuous!"
Sherry laughed easily, joining them to stare at my crotch with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Forgive me, Brad," she explained. "I told them why you didn't want to meet their parents."
"I don't see why," Belinda said brightly. "Mother would have creamed her panties, and Father probably hasn't had a hard in so long he wouldn't know what it is."
Karen started to frame another protest, but switched with a sharp toss of that blond head. "And I suppose you are an expert!" she exclaimed tartly. "All you've ever seen are those silly boys you play with,"
Belinda's eyes flashed. "I remember when one of them made you holler!"
Sherry draped an arm around their shoulders. "Now, I'm curious," she interrupted. "What about these boys?"
Karen shook her head. "They're just children, really. I don't know why she fools around with them. They're much too young to ..." She trailed off in confusion when she realized what she had almost said.
"To what?" Sherry and I spoke at the same time.
"Yeah," Belinda said demandingly. "You're afraid to say it."
"I am not!"
"You are too!"
"Fuck!" I said quietly.
"What?" Three faces stared questioningly at me.
"I said fuck," I repeated. "That's the word you were looking for, wasn't it?"
Karen's eyes were wide, and her lips shaped a wet red oval, making me wonder how it would feel about the head of my cock. She took a deep breath, and seemed to speak without using any of the air.
"He said fuck!"
Sherry tried to keep from giggling as she turned to Belinda. "Did he say fuck?"
Belinda nodded so vigorously her tits jiggled beneath the severe blouse. "He said fuck!"
All three girls convulsed with laughter, and I stood watching until they brought their amusement under control. So far, the girls were proving to be quite receptive. Also, their brief exchange had disclosed a most important fact. Neither of them was cherry.
While I was not only willing, but extremely eager to ball the preacher's lovely young daughters, I was reluctant to tackle anything so formidable as an intact hymen. The next question was just how much experience had the two girls really had?
"About these boys," I contributed. "How old are they?"
"I told you," Karen answered. "They're just children."
Belinda gave a derisive snort. "They're old enough to fuck!"
We seemed to be hung up on that one word. I didn't object. If we had to concentrate on a single syllable, the choice was ideal.
"That wasn't what I was going to say," Karen explained. "I meant they're too young to ..."
"Come?" Sherry supplied questioningly.
Karen bit her lip, a task I would have performed without extra charge. "I meant to say ejaculate," she corrected.
I leaped in again with, "Which do you mean? Ejaculate is what you do when you jerk off. Come is what happens when you fuck."
"Not with them," Karen assured me. "They can't."
"Can't come?" Sherry inquired. "Or can't fuck?"
"Oh, they can fuck," Belinda said. "But they just sort of draw up like they're hurting when they get through."
"No gravy?" Sherry asked with a sad expression.
"Not much of anything," Karen answered. She was beginning to relax. I found that the more the girls relaxed, the tighter my balls were drawing up against the base of my throbbing cock.
"You've never had a real honest-to-god fuck?" Sherry insisted. When the girls wagged their heads, she said, "Brad, we've got to do something for these poor unfortunates."
"Underdeveloped!" Karen giggled, her tits jiggling.
"I wouldn't say that," I inserted. "Of course, I could judge much better if you were undressed. But you both appear extremely well developed."
Belinda took a step forward and placed both hands on her slender hips, pushing her pelvis forward as if challenging me. "Will you fuck us?" she demanded hi a sultry voice.
"My god!" Karen cried. "What will Mr. Crossman think?"
Sherry pushed the girl with her shoulder. "He'll think you want to be fucked," she said. "Don't you?"
"I ... yes, but... Td rather... uh ... Oh, damn!"
Karen had hit another block, and nobody tried to help her. Personally, Belinda had most of my attention, for she was still standing with that little pussy shoved out in invitation. I couldn't see it, of course, behind that colorful skirt But its presence was obvious to my engorged prick. It thumped against my slacks like an imprisoned fish.
"Let's not rush things," I suggested, which was not at all what I wanted to say, or what I wanted to do. "The answer to Belinda's question is yes. I don't know what Karen started to say. But, if it's physically possible, I'll do whatever she wants me to do."
"Now," Sherry sighed, "I've seen everything! A girl asks you to screw, and you make a speech."
I was standing near the couch where Sherry had posed with Teresa, and where I had first sampled the girl's hot little snatch. I backed over to it and sat down. On impulse, I patted the spot beside me and looked at Karen.
"Come, sit beside me," I said gently. "Just like we did this morning."
Belinda looked miffed, but Sherry slipped an arm about her waist and slid her hand up to fondle a pointed breast, and the look became one of excited pleasure. With a little sigh, she twisted about to offer her soft mouth to Sherry's more experienced lips. The two young bodies pressed, belly to belly, and their hands began the hesitant exploration that quickly accelerated to a passionate groping and caressing.
Karen waited only until the kiss began. Then, her eyes avoiding mine, she moved forward and lowered her hips beside mine, the firm warmth of her thigh pressing with a boldness her face did not reflect.
I eased one arm about her supple waist, pulling her closer, and urging her to turn slightly, a move she made without resistance. Her lovely face lifted, eyes wide in a blend of anticipation and fear. Her nostrils flared with her rapidly drawn breath, and the full wet lips trembled over white teeth.
"Don't fuck me!" she whispered. "Not yet! Please!"
My words fanned her mouth and chin, "I'm just going to kiss you."
"But I'll get so hot I won't know what I'm doing." She hurried through the explanation. "Promise me!"
"What was it you wanted me to do?" I asked. Her body was trembling. Warm, young and responsive, in spite of her protests.
"I can't say it!" she avoided. "You'd think I was terrible!"
Realization burst upon my brain, and raced down to swell my prick to greater dimensions. Because of the youthful innocence displayed by both girls, it had never occurred to me that their desires might easily go beyond the basic sexual act. Suddenly and happily, I knew what Karen wanted.
"Baby," I whispered, "I think you're wonderful."
It was a corny line. But it brought her lips against mine in a kiss that tingled all the way down to where my cock was trying to ram its head through my pants. Her tongue, shy in its first invasion of my mouth, became a dancing flame that flickered and writhed in mounting passion.
My hand cupped the resilient swelling of one thrusting breast, and I felt the nipple leap to attention, straining against the dress and the constricting bra. Her mouth moved hungrily under mine, and her body trembled as I massaged the firm mound.
She offered no resistance when I unbuttoned the front of the dress and slid the shoulder strap of the bra down so I could free that luscious tit. Her head tilted back and she gave a soft moan of desire when I deserted her lips to bend over that exposed breast.
It was almost as large as Sherry's. The skin was flawless; tinted a faint pink on the pliant lower curve, and revealing a sharp line across the upper slope where the sun had kissed the delicate swelling with a faint tan.
Quarter-sized, the aureole was almost invisible, but the nipple extended outward in an upward tilt, its spongy finger engorged and flushed with excitement. I licked it.
Karen had probably had some of the boys chew on that little beauty. But I doubted that any of them ever took time to merely lap at the distended bud, like a child catching the ice cream that spills down the sides of an overflowing cone.
My tongue pressed the nipple back into its yielding base as it slid over the sensitive tip. Then, in quick release, the little finger snapped out again, shiny with my saliva and quivering with desire.
Karen's hand was climbing upward on my thigh, its progress blocked by the position of my body as I continued laving and licking that dainty nipple, pausing now and then to pop it between my teeth for a gentle nip, holding it just long enough for my tongue to massage it with a furious side-to-side lashing.
Still nibbling on her right tit, I bared the left one, tweaking its cherry tip between thumb and forefinger and rolling it until Karen's whole body jerked in response. Her hand, unable to reach its goal, squeezed my thigh with rhythmic pressure. With each tightening of her fingers, my cock spasmed along its swollen length, aching to bury itself in some portion of her warm quivering flesh.
I climbed back to her soft lips and writhing tongue, giving her my own lingual muscle to suck while I pulled the dress down to her waist and she rid herself of the crumpled bra. I caught her wrist and pulled her hand back to my thigh, guiding it to her original goal.
She gave a little nasal whine, and I tried to reach her tonsils with the tip of my tongue as her ringers closed about my outlined prick. My tongue was still between her lips when I whispered, "Is that what you want, baby?"
Her muffled oral response was unintelligible. But the way her hand tightened about my prong was clearly understood. I stood up, sweeping her up in my arms, and feeling her arms slide warmly about my neck. Her bottom rested with a most pleasant pressure against my strutted cock.
Sherry and Belinda were still kissing. But both girls had worked their hands beneath the other's skirt, and they were grinding their pussies together while their fingers clenched and kneaded the rounded buttocks.
"Do you two want to take the couch?" I asked softly. "Or join us in the bedroom?"
Their mouths separated with a wet sound, and Belinda said, "Let's go with them. My god! Think of all of us in the same bed!"
Karen kept kissing my cheek and running her tongue in my ear as I marched through the rooms. Her little rump bounced against my cock, and only the clothing kept me from breaking my promise and I ramming it into her before we reached the bed.
Behind us, Sherry detoured into her own bedroom just long enough to pick up her favorite toy. By the time Karen and I were completely undressed, she and Belinda were helping each other out of the clinging panties.
Karen's pubic triangle was golden blond, the hair thick and curly about the plump mound that rode unusually high above the juncture of her lovely thighs. The cleft was tight, its meaty lips pressed tightly together, exuding a promise of an even greater tightness within its youthful interior. The hair along either side of the inviting valley showed little flecks of moisture, and I had to restrain myself as my tongue ached to gather up that delicious dew.
At first glance, Belinda's cunt appeared completely hairless, lending a quality of youth to the boyish hips and small breasts with tiny pick erasers poking from their peaks. Then I saw that the illusion was created by the fine texture of the silk curls. It was only a fleeting examination, for Sherry's head blocked my view as she buried her face between the girl's thighs. Belinda managed one sharp cry of happiness before her own mouth collided with Sherry's juicy cunt. After that, the only sound was that of sliding tongues and sucking lips.
The girls had taken the far side of the bed, Sherry on the bottom, and Belinda on top, her ass cheeks wiggling as she screwed her pussy down onto the greedy mouth. I gave Karen a little push and she lay down on her side, turning her back on the exciting view and staring wide-eyed at my huge prick.
"Noooo!" she whispered when I closed in on her and she felt the hot hardness against her belly. I halted her protest with a gentle kiss.
"Slide down, Karen," I said in a soft voice. "I told you we'd do it the way you wanted."
"Oh, god!" she breathed, already wiggling down in the bed, her tits sliding against my chest and spearing my belly as she paused to plant a wet kiss on my left nipple. The sensation made me jab the head of my prick against her navel, leaving a little smear of jism in the dainty hollow.
She slid lower, and my cock was trapped between those warm hills, their nipples digging gently into the creases of hips and thighs. My teeth clenched as I felt her tongue slide into my belly button, twisting and swirling. Her hands squeezed the tits about my prong and I fucked it through the warm embrace while her furry crotch rubbed with growing confidence against my left knee.
The knob of my cock rubbed her soft throat, leaving a trail of slippery pre-come just beneath her dainty chin. She made a little mewling sound and I pushed her head down, gently but firmly.
Her ringers encircled me, warm and teasing, moving up and down as if testing the length and firmness of my prick, Her other hand dipped between my thighs to palm my scrotum, squeezing just enough to roll the tender globes inside the leathery sac. I felt her breath fan the tip of my cock, moist and warm.
"Goddamn, baby!" I groaned. "Go down on it! You're gonna make me come like a fucking fountain!"
The fingers tightened. "That's what I want!" she whispered fiercely. "The others couldn't do it! I want it to spurt, all wet and hot!"
"You just suck it, honey!" I groaned. "You'll get all you can handle!"
She rubbed the slitted tip against her chin, looking up at my anxious face. "You won't make me stop?"
I looked at those soft wet lips. "Try me, baby!"
She looked down, her eyes crossing in concentration, staring at the oozing slit of my glans. Her fingers tightened and pulled, making the purple knob flare even wider, and pressing another globule of seminal lubricant from the pulsating column.
"It's beautiful!" she murmured.
"For Christ's sake!" I groaned. "Do something!"
She made her lips wetter by running her tongue about them. Her mouth opened wide and I felt the softness enfold the head, and the gentle scrape of her teeth as she stretched her jaw to admit the throbbing bulk. The tongue slithered and swirled, massaging and caressing. Hot suction pulled another glob of jism up from my balls and into her mouth. She whined, swallowing with a little movement of her head and a contraction of her slender throat, pausing for a moment as if savoring the flavor of my seminal juice. Then, with a sound that was almost a whimper, she went down on me.
Her lips slid down the shaft, which meant that the huge knob lunged over her writhing tongue to bump her soft palate, sending thrills racing back to my sperm tank where her palm cradled the sensitive orbs. My hips pushed forward, feeding more of my cock into her mouth. Her fingers halted my progress before I invaded her throat. But she began a little bobbing motion that was more than satisfactory, slipping her lips up and down the shaft from the rim of my glans to a point about halfway to the base.
What made it so delightful was the way her tongue curved beneath my prick to shape a wet tunnel as it drove in, then curled back to lash the tender head as it pulled back. She sucked with long deep tugs, swallowing after each one. Her saliva was flowing about my meat, warm and slippery, and I added to it with repeated spurts of jism that made Karen suck harder and swallow more frequently. Her hand was slipping lower on my cock, permitting the head to-drive farther back inside her mouth, and I was hunching it in just as far as she would take it.
I reached down with both hands to cup her bobbing head, not forcing hers but pacing my hunches so that she pulled her lips back as my hips retreated. That way, when we each moved two inches, I was able to slide four inches of prick into her sucking mouth.
Only a few hours before, she had sat beside me, fingers teasing mine, but wearing an air of youthful innocence that made her seem unobtainable. Now, she was sucking my cock with those soft red lips I had watched with such desire. Sucking it with soft slurps as the gathering wetness escaped her mouth to lubricate the fingers that pumped the lower portion of my prong.
Ordinarily, I would have been watching Sherry and Belinda, for their lovely bodies were thrusting and twisting in a series of orgasms that were undoubtedly as pleasant as they sounded. But Karen's tongue was producing such a flurry of thrills that I gave the excited girl my full attention.
Her hand had slipped a little lower, indicating an attempt to take more of my prick, an effort in which I cooperated by hunching harder, slamming my balls against her curled fingers.
I leaned as close as our positions would permit to exclaim, "See how much you can swallow, Karen! Just relax your throat and let it slide in!"
It broke the rhythm we had established. But the result was well worth it. She pressed her mouth down over my shaft until her lips touched the circle of finger and thumb. Then, I felt her tongue soften beneath my cock, and she moved lower.
I didn't force her, although my hips trembled with urgency. My hands guided her tousled head lower and lower, and the knob of my prick eased back into the hot embrace of her throat.
She gagged once, and I started to pull back. But she held the position against my slight pressure until the momentary spasm subsided. Then, without further instruction, she began a full length slide up and down my cock, sucking furiously while the head was just behind her teeth, and polishing it with powerful sweeps of her hot tongue, then relaxing until the knob was pressing between her tonsils.
The hand that had gripped my cock crawled up and over my hip to curve encouraging fingers about the cheek of my ass. My balls slapped gently against her chin, and her nose pressed into the thick pubic hair with each oral engulfment. Little Karen was deep-throating me with a vengeance.
Then, just as I was convinced that she couldn't make it any better, she pulled the head of my prick far back and swallowed. Hot wet tissues closed about the throbbing knob, sucking it deeper, sliding and caressing until I groaned with the ecstasy of the repeated gulping.
"Keep doing that, baby!" I grunted, pounding my cock in and out with savage thrusts that slammed my sperm bag up under her busily working chin. "Goddamn! It's good!"
She seemed to enjoy my exhortations almost as much as she was enjoying my prick. Each time I dragged the plum back up over tongue, she gave a little moan of "unnnnnhhhh!" The sounds were coming closer and closer together as I increased the tempo of my full length plunges into her gulping throat.
Tremors of mounting pleasure rippled through my throbbing pole, spreading to tighten the muscles of my belly and flex the cheeks of my pounding ass. I tried to hold them back, to delay the finale of what I knew could never be repeated. Karen was about to receive her first load of come, and I wanted her hunger to be at its peak.
She recognized the telltale signs, and her fingers flew back to clasp the base of my prick. Her mouth tightened. That was what it felt like. But I realized that she had locked my pole between tongue and palate, the tongue pressing upward against the corded underbelly as she slid the exquisite grip up and down by bobbing her head at a much faster rate than my hips could achieve.
The hot suction was unbelievably good, and getting better. My balls, still cupped in her gently working palm, seemed to churn in their eagerness to release the flood of semen Karen's hungry mouth demanded. I tugged at her blond hair, hearing my prick slide through her dripping fingers to pump its swollen head in the sweet embrace of her greedy lips. Faster and faster, my pulse racing and my breath a hoarse gasping as I fucked her wet mouth with savage thrusts.
"Now, baby!" I cried, my legs and hips jerking as the ecstasy tore through my belly in crushing waves, each one racing through my cock and making it lurch upward against her palate. "Here it comes, Karen! Goddamn! Take it! Drink it down, baby!"
The ecstasy turned to liquid fire that coursed upward from my balls, through the nine-inch column, and into the girl's waiting mouth, spurting against tongue and tissue with a force that surprised her into one brief moment of hesitation. The second spurt lanced through before she could swallow, and some of the thick cream was forced back about my throbbing cock, escaping between its pulsating shaft and her slippery lips.
She gulped down that first mouthful, and gave a nasal grunt of sensual approval. Her cheeks hollowed in savage suction, and her fingers slid down to make way for her lips as they gobbled their way to the root of my cock. My come shot two hot spurts deep in her throat, and she had to retreat in order to swallow the ropy sperm. Her tongue, slippery with my semen, slithered and twisted about the spitting knob as she sucked, and I tugged at her blond hair with the aimlessness of orgasmic release.
Satisfied that she had drawn the last delicious drop from my prong, she pulled her lips from the head and began licking up the spilled cream, her tongue lapping wetly along my cock and over her slender fingers.
She found a wayward smear of come on my balls, and she wriggled lower in the bed, her mouth opening wide to suck the hairy sac between her warm lips, tonguing it with artistic gentleness. My hips bucked involuntarily, and the globe slipped out of her mouth.
"Oh, damn! Yes!" I exclaimed.
She was licking behind my scrotum, running the tip of that hot tongue back and forth from the base of my balls to the sensitive circle of my anus. I lifted one leg, giving her more room, and hoping she would take the hint. She moaned, a soft sound almost like a sob.
"You'll think I'm awful!" she whimpered. "But I can't stop!"
"You're wonderful!" I groaned, shoving my hips forward. "Don't try to stop! Do what you started to do!"
She didn't require much encouragement. Now that she had ingested her first load of come, she was ready to sample the other pleasures so long denied by convention and parental decree.
Karen's mouth fastened like a hungry leech right over my anus, and her tongue tip stabbed the tiny opening with a determined stiffness that spread the tissues and stretched the muscular ring into helpless acceptance.
Wet and hot and slippery, the tongue slid into my asshole, vibrating and twisting as it forced its way deeper and deeper, the tip teasing the tender walls, and the base broadening to expand the nerve laced sphincter into a shuddering ring of pleasure.
"Hey!" Belinda's excited cry snapped my eyes open. "Look what I found!" She was crouched beside me, staring at my rearing cock with a broad grin. Behind her, rubbing her crotch against the girl's ass cheek, Sherry stared over her shoulder to give me a knowing wink. Neither girl made mention of Karen's unusual position and activity. For that, I was glad. She was beginning to move her tongue in and out, and the pleasure was such that I wanted it to continue indefinitely. Being tongue-fucked in the ass by an oversexed teenager is one of life's more satisfying rewards, and I was enjoying every stroke.
"Can you imagine?" Sherry contributed. "A hard prick, and nobody on it! It seems almost sinful!"
Belinda's tone altered as she reached out to trail her soft fingertips up and down my fuckpole, "My god! It's so big!"
I caught a dainty nipple and squeezed it. "I thought you'd been getting some from the boys," I reminded her. "That's not the first cock you've seen."
"They're not even half this big," she murmured, her fingers tightening and beginning a slow pumping. That sensation, added to the thrills produced by Karen's busy tongue, made my ass start hunching again, carefully, so that I wouldn't dislodge that hot probe.
Sherry had disengaged herself from the girl's lovely nakedness, and was fastening the dildo about her slender hips. As she climbed back onto the bed, I saw that she was wearing the smaller one.
She eased it between Belinda's thighs, and the girl looked down to see the rubber head appear just below the wet lips of her sparsely haired cunt. She gave a soft cry as Sherry pushed the heart shaped knob into her labial trench, spreading the soft outer lips apart and nuzzling the tender tissue of the vaginal entrance.
"You are about to be fucked," I observed.
"I know!" Belinda wailed, leaning forward and spreading her knees farther apart as Sherry forced the dildo into the tight opening, its lips made slick by her lengthy oral caresses and the girl's repeated orgasms. "Oh god! Do I know!"
She was still pumping my cock, and Karen was still driving her tongue in and out of my ass. I felt her mouth clamp more tightly about my anus, and I had to grunt with the pleasure of her suction.
Belinda, panting and writhing as Sherry fed the dildo into her tight snatch, bent over my prick, shaping her mouth into a wet oval and fitting it about my strutted glans. She started to hold the head just behind her teeth while her tongue polished it. But Sherry chose that moment to shove the rubber pole all the way in, and the resulting sensation made Belinda's mouth suck my cock back over her tongue and into her gulping throat.
Then, as Sherry worked the shaft in her slippery cunt, the girl fucked her mouth up and down my prick, her tongue dancing and swirling as she sucked, grunting with Sherry's deep plunges and from the pleasure of the occasional spurts of pre-come my cock delivered.
With all the activity just above her blond head, I expected Karen to halt her oral caress of my contracting tail. Instead, it seemed to spur her on to wilder efforts. She stopped sucking to accumulate a mouthful of warm saliva and force it up inside along with that twisting caressing tongue. My ass leaped, shoving my cock so deep in Belinda's throat that she gagged, but kept sucking eagerly. Then, with a greedy tug, Karen pulled the saliva back and forced it in again, literally fucking me with the slippery juice and continuing to ram that tongue in and out with furious thrusts.
Belinda was coining, her pussy responding to Sherry's pounding dildo, and she tried to swallow my prick in her excitement. Karen worked herself into a climax with her oral assault on my ass, and the combination made me erupt with another load of sperm that Belinda gulped with strangled whines of delight.
With Sherry's assistance, I was breaking records right and left. The girls had been there for one hour, and they had both already sucked my cock. I felt a faint tug of doubt that I would actually last through the night. I might be eaten alive!