Chapter 9
The girls let me sleep late, leaving a cryptic note on the door of the refrigerator. It read, "You were so deep in sleep, we thought we'd run along. It shouldn't be too hard to fix your own breakfast."
Then I grinned when I noticed the words "deep," "long" and "hard" were underlined. Sherry's sense of humor added spice to the girl's complete amorality. She had spent only five nights with me, and each one had brought a new dimension to my entire existence.
Not only had I enjoyed the varied positions and differing talents of the four lovely youngsters, and added to the material for my sketches, but I had come to regard the community as more than the back side of creation it had seemed before Sherry's arrival.
Still withholding that furry slit, while giving me full access to every other part of her lovely body, she had served as an erotic catalyst, catapulting me into the sexual lives of my neighbors to a degree I had never anticipated.
I worked until lunch time, pausing only when Sherry returned to insist that I eat the sandwiches she prepared and brought to the studio. We talked easily about Teresa and the Duff girls.
"She said she'd never felt anything so wonderful," Sherry reported. She pursed her lips in thought. "It must have been pretty good for you."
I grinned. "You were there. You ought to know." I drained the coffee cup and replaced it on the tray. "I've got another problem with the strip. The hero is climbing the wall because a certain girl won't let him ball her. How does he persuade her that she'll enjoy it just as much as he will?"
She pretended to consider the question, but there was a twinkle in her eyes when she replied, "Have them attend a party, and let the girl see how much all the other females want the guy. If he does it just right, she might open up."
I took it as a veiled promise. I wanted desperately to fuck her. But the substitutes she had wrapped about my cock in the form of warm lips and wriggling bottom were, in themselves, far more than I had expected. E Sherry wanted to play the "Charlie" game again, she would find me a willing partner.
"The party is at six," she said, standing and picking up the tray. "I'll call you at four, so you'll have plenty of time."
I looked at her bare thighs. "I could take some time off right now," I suggested. "We haven't had much time alone."
"Don't be impatient, Uncle Bradley," she murmured in that deceptive little-girl voice. "You can wait until tonight."
The night came, which was more than I could say for myself. Sherry kept me at arm's length until we were in the car. There, with a grin, she let me kiss her, and she pressed her fingers over my fly as she whispered, "Wouldn't it be wild if everyone could do exactly what they wanted to tonight?"
"Good Lord!" I exclaimed. "You know how these people are."
She dimpled, pushing herself away to sit sedately by the door. "From what I've seen, they pretend to be sexless. But, if they get the opportunity, they'll fuck anybody or anything."
Fay met us before I could get the car door opened, and gave me another message with her bold tit as she gripped my arm. The girls, Karen and Belinda, played their roles to perfection, making me wonder if I hadn't merely dreamed that they had both sucked and fucked me like little imps.
The girls dragged Sherry off to meet the other teenagers, and Fay led me over to where her husband was boring a group of men and women with a lengthy story without point or punch line.
The entire backyard of the parsonage had been decorated with paper streamers, and colored lights illuminated the tables loaded with tasty dishes prepared by the ladies of the church.
The group breathed a collective sigh as Carl broke off the endless tale to grip my hand and spend five minutes describing his elation at my presence. Fay finally came to my rescue.
"Let Mr. Crossman meet the other guests, Carl," she insisted, grabbing my arm again and stabbing me with that savage nipple. "Why don't you find Sherry and welcome her?"
The preacher rushed off enthusiastically, and Fay urged me through the chatting groups toward a shadowed corner of the big yard. I caught a glimpse of Mary Lou Savage and Teresa talking with Sherry, and Mary Lou made a move in my direction, only to be tugged back by Sherry's insistent fingers.
Beyond the last table, with a sprawling bush blocking us from sight, Fay came to a halt and swung me around, Jabbing both tits against my chest and catching my other arm with a feverish grip.
"Don't you know what you're doing to me?" she demanded, rubbing the big breasts back and forth. "Are you completely blind?"
"What am I doing?" I asked. It was a frank question. All I-could recall having done was submit to her mauling. I was sure she knew nothing about the far different treatment of her two lovely daughters.
"You're making me forget that I'm a minister's wife," she gushed. Her hips moved in to begin grinding out a message to my receptive cock. "For god's sake! Kiss me!"
I didn't kiss her. Fay Savage kissed me. Both arms snaked about my neck, and she plastered her wet mouth against mine. It was sheer reflex that shoved my tongue between her teeth.
She snorted, and for a moment I thought the move had turned her off. Instead, she began sucking for dear life, swirling her tongue against mine and jamming her hot cunt ridge against my crotch like a sex-crazed whore.
I didn't intend it, but my cock responded by growing to its full length in record time, and my hands went automatically to the firm buttocks that were twisting in unrestrained hunger.
Fay's lips came away, wet and trembling. "Oh! I've never been kissed that way!" she panted. "More! Please!"
Our mouths clashed and, this time, I pulled her tongue in like a fighting fish, chewing and thoroughly enjoying the taste and texture of that writhing muscle. I finally let her breathe normally again.
"Oh, god! If Carl would do that, I'd die!" she gurgled.
I turned loose of one ass cheek to pull her right arm down, sliding my grip up her wrist and forcing her hand between us. She resisted until she discovered where I was taking her. Then, her fingers gripped me with excited fluttering, climbing up and down the outline of my cock as if to reassure themselves of its reality.
"Oh, my! Oh!" she panted, her eyes bugging in amazement. "What on earth is that?"
She had to be putting me on. I decided to play it straight. "It's a cock!" I said hoarsely. "And you can blame yourself for its condition."
"It can't be!" she whispered, her wet lips working about the words. "Nobody has one that big!" It was no act. She was really surprised.
I took a quick look around the bush to make sure we were safe. My hand covered hers and moved It lower, letting her fondle the outlined globes. Her eyes widened even more.
"Tell me," I said gently. "How big is Carl's?"
The arm about my neck pulled back, and she held up her thumb and forefinger extended. It was my turn to look surprised. If she was telling the truth, Fay Savage was being diddled by a five-inch pecker. No wonder she had been trying to screw me with her tit. The nipple on that big warm mound was damn near as large as her husband's prick!
She was trying to find my zipper, her hand rumbling between us as she continued to move her well-shaped ass in a steady grind. Her breath washed warmly over my throat, coming in little gasps that signaled the nearness of an orgasm. I was discovering where Karen and Belinda got their easily aroused natures. Their mother was one more warm-blooded chick.
I heard Carl's stentorian baritone approaching, and I pushed Fay's hand away from my crotch, stepping a respectable distance from those bullet-tipped breasts as her husband rounded the bush to give me a slap on the back.
"Bradley, my boy!" he boomed. "That niece of yours is a real treasure! Karen and Belinda are positively smitten by her."
"You have two charming daughters," I replied, including Fay in the compliment. "They seemed to enjoy their visit."
"Oh, my!" Fay gushed, moving closer. "They did! That's all they've talked about since then."
Carl let me have that big hand on the shoulder again. "I've been meaning to ask you, Bradley, about my camera." He turned to Fay. "Do you know where I put it, love?"
"Mr. Crossman isn't interested in your camera, Carl. My goodness! You can't invite the man to a party and ask him to check an old worn-out Kodak."
"Bradley doesn't mind," Carl brushed her off. "Do you?"
"Of course not." It was the only thing I could say. "It's really a party for the young people. I just tagged along."
Carl nodded approvingly. "Fay," he boomed. "Show Bradley the camera and see if he can get it to work." He leaned forward toward me as if sharing a confidence. "I'm attending a conference later this week, and I'd love to take it along." To Fay, he said, "I'll mingle with our guests, dear."
He moved off majestically, and Fay seized my arm, pulling me around the edge of the crowd toward the house, practically pushing me through the back door.
The kitchen, cluttered from the earlier preparation, was deserted. She urged me across it, into a shadowed hallway to a door she opened to disclose a small room with drawn shades, lighted only by a dim bulb-in an old-fashioned pull-chain fixture.
Cardboard boxes were stacked along the two side walls, and an old trunk hugged the space beneath the single window. It was obviously a storage room of sorts. Fay closed the door and slid a small bolt into position.
The bullets found my chest again, and her mouth demanded my immediate and complete attention. Her hips crowded close and my cock rose to the occasion with admirable swiftness. This time, as if her earlier effort had been a practice run, her ringers went directly to the talon of my zipper, running it down so her warm hand could dive inside my fly.
I had to help her draw it out, breaking the wet kiss as we moved apart, and my prick sprang out in angled stiffness, responding to her eager fingering by spilling a little pearl of jism from its plumlike knob.
Fay stood with the trunk directly behind her as she stared down at the long thick cock, tightening her grip in a bid to make finger and thumb meet, and finding it impossible. She settled for pumping it, a movement which produced a delightful sensation in my balls.
"It's beautiful!" she murmured. "So big and hard! I could kiss it! I really could!"
It occurred to me that this lovely woman had probably never done that. Certainly, Carl would not permit her such liberties, and she had married him when she was a mere girl.
"Why don't you?" I asked quietly.
"What?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine.
"I asked why don't you kiss it?"
She looked down at her stroking hand. "You'd think I was being silly," she whispered. "It's just that ... I've dreamed of touching one this big." She shivered deliciously. "Oh! I do want to!"
She sank down onto the trunk, bringing her face level with my cock. Her hand shifted its grip and she tugged another glob of lubricant from the slit.
"Kiss it, Fay," I urged, easing my hips forward until the head was only an inch from her parted lips. "I'd love to feel your tongue slide over it, knowing that you were enjoying it too."
She stared, her nostrils flaring in excitement. When she spoke, she seemed to be reminding herself of a fact, rather than passing the information along to me.
"I haven't had an orgasm in ten years," she whispered. "If I put my mouth on you, I'll lose control. I know I will."
"Lose it, baby!" I exclaimed. The whole crazy scene was getting to me. My balls were beginning to feel tight and swollen.
"You'll have to tell me what to do," she hesitated.
"Just open your mouth, Fay," I said gently. "And take it in."
She licked her lips nervously. "What do I do then?" Her shoulders moved and the big tits jiggled. "I know people do that. But I don't know exactly what they do. I want it to be good for you."
"Pretend it's a big stick of candy," I told her. "You work the sugar up with your tongue, then you suck it off,"
"What if I make you ... ?" She tried again. "What if you come?"
"Would you like me to come?" My prick was really throbbing now.
"Oh, yes!" she answered quickly. "It's just that ... Do I swallow it?"
"Wouldn't you like to drink it, Fay?" I asked, slipping my hand down between her circling fingers and the base of my cock. I closed the gap between us and brushed the slippery tip against her warm lips. "Wouldn't you like to suck it and feel it spurt all hot and good in your mouth?"
Her only answer was a little whine of long-denied hunger. The lips crawled about the head of my prick, and her tongue slid slowly across the sensitive tip, tasting and testing. Then, it began a worshipful dance, polishing and massaging in a caress that made my ass start pushing the shaft farther into her warm wet mouth.
"Suck it, Fay!" I exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Suck it and slide your lips up and down on it!"
Her fingers squeezed harder and her mouth eased farther onto my prick, letting the knob slip over her swirling tongue until it pressed against the softness of her palate. She gave a little mewling sound and her cheeks dimpled with suction.
My cock throbbed with pleasure, spilling a glob of jism onto the back of her tongue, and she moved her head in a screwing motion as she savored the taste of the salty liquid, then swallowed it with a convulsive shudder. Her eyes opened wide, rolling upward to meet my heated stare, telling me that she found the seminal sample pleasing.
"There's a lot more, Fay," I groaned. "Just keep sucking."
The admonishment was unnecessary. Fay Savage was sucking my prick like a thirsty animal, sliding her lips up and down the pole in a fucking stroke that pulled more of the creamy jism up from my balls. Her hand pumped the base in time with her oral tugs, and I helped by hunching my cock hi and out of her mouth. I found that moving my hips faster increased the bobbing of her head, so I started pouring the meat into her jaw with swifter strokes, each one carrying me closer to the thing we both wanted.
I changed my mind at the last possible moment, for I could feel my semen churning and surging at the root of my throbbing prick. I decided to let her have the load in her long-denied cunt.
"Let me finish up in your pussy!" I grunted, careful to avoid her carefully coiffed hair as my fingers urged her head upward and back. Then I grunted again, for Fay's mouth tightened, and I felt her teeth touch my shaft with just enough pressure to convince me that further withdrawal was not practical.
"Don't you want me to fuck you?" I asked, halting my attempt to disengage my cock.
Her head bobbed an obvious assent. But the effect was a vigorous oral massage of my glans that carried me another step toward the explosion that was rapidly becoming inevitable. She gave a series of nasal whinnies and the sound vibrated through the lips and tongue that continued their greedy play. Fay was making it quite clear that she wanted to go all the way, and my straining prick was ready to accompany her across the finish line.
"Take it deeper!" I gasped, releasing her head and my waning self control at the same moment. "Show me how much you want it!"
She made room by sliding her fingers closer to the base, and sucked her way down my prong, taking the pulsating head into her throat. She gagged, a convulsion that tightened the hot membranes about my cock in a delightful squeezing. But she didn't stop trying. After two more attempts, she had almost the full length plunging between those slurping lips.
"Damn, baby!" I groaned. "Don't stop now! I'm almost there!"
A heavy pounding on the door behind me made my asshole tighten, and I almost dislodged her tonsils with a reactive shove. Fay gagged again, and the single massage was all I needed to trigger my orgasm.
"Fay!" Carl Duffs pulpit roar ripped through the door. "Did you find it?"
Fay's lips raced up my cock at the same instant the first surge of semen barreled up the throbbing shaft. She let the head slip out of her mouth.
"Yes, dear!" Her voice was startlingly normal. "We just located it!"
My semen spurted from the tip of my prick, splat-ting against her upper lip and running down to where her tongue rushed out to block its escape.
"Can you fix it?" Carl demanded. He still hadn't tried the doorknob. My second surge was halfway up the column.
Fay gave a suppressed groan and literally grabbed my cock with her mouth, catching the thick cream on her swirling tongue and sucking with furious motions of her jaw.
"I'm fixing it now!" I called over my shoulder, hunching my spitting pole in and out of Fay's gulping throat as my balls emptied themselves with delightful spasms. "It won't take long!"
"Don't rush," he admonished me. "I'll get on back to the party."
His audible retreat permitted us the exquisite pleasure of vocalizing our reaction to the last few ejaculatory offerings.
"That's it, Fay!" I groaned, jabbing the head against her writhing tongue as she spread the hot cream over the spurting tip. "Suck it all out!"
Her response was a throaty gurgle and a more rapid movement of tongue and jaw. The oral muscle stiffened, and I thought for a moment she was actually going to succeed in sticking the tip inside my expanded slit.
Satisfied that the delicious fountain had finally run dry, she sucked her way off my stem and licked her lips lasciviously. "Did I make it feel good?" she asked huskily, still holding the base with trembling fingers. I patted her cheeks with both hands, gently and approvingly.
"Honey," I assured her, "you're right in there with the best." I couldn't help wondering what she would say if she knew I was comparing her to Karen and Belinda. Fay didn't have their experience. But she displayed a natural talent for fellatio that I would gladly help her develop into a skill.
"I wish we could be really alone," she said softly, pausing to run her tongue up my ventral vein and kiss the head. "So you could do anything you wanted to."
"Didn't Carl say he was going off somewhere?"
"Friday morning," she answered. "He'll be gone overnight." The fingers were squeezing almost painfully. "I've got to be with you, I've just got to."
I checked my fly. It was clean. Fay hadn't missed a drop. Stowing my cock away and rezipping my trousers, I pulled her to her feet and drew her against my chest. She tried to avoid my kiss.
"You're all over my lips!" she exclaimed. I forced her head around and gave her most of my tongue, causing her to push me backward in her excited response. I tasted my own come in, the kiss.
"There's a lot I'm going to have to teach you," I told her when we stopped for air. "I'll bet Carl never kisses your pussy."
She actually blushed. But the color appeared on a face beaming with anticipation. "Would you really do that? I'd die! I would! I'd come myself to death!" She ground her prominent mound against my diminishing cock. "Could we do it at the same time? I mean, you know, do it to each other?"
I frowned. "What about the girls?"
She moved her tits against my chest. "I think they already know that I've been after you for months. They wouldn't tell Carl if you came over and stayed all night."
I clasped her buttocks and wiggled my hips as I asked, "What if they're more liberated than you think? They might want to join us?"
For the first time, she surprised me. "I wouldn't care! I know what young people are doing these days, and I don't blame them. I could understand either one of them wanting to do it with you."
"You'd let me screw them?" I demanded.
"As long as you didn't leave me out," she responded. "Is that so terrible?"
I grinned crookedly. "It's so terrible," I told her, "that I'll probably fuck all three of you before the week is out"
Her tongue dived down my throat in a kiss that told me all I needed to know. Then, checking her dress and rearranging it over her lush body, she opened the trunk and found the camera.
It took all of one minute to locate the trouble. Two tiny screws had worked loose, causing the film to jam. I used my pocket knife to tighten them and followed Fay's swaying hips out into the hallway and out of the house.
"You've got it fixed already?" Carl intoned as I handed him the camera. "You're a fast worker."
"It was a pleasure to watch him," Fay murmured from a point near my elbow. I looked around and she gave me a quick wink. I hoped Carl wouldn't notice the way her nipples punched against her dress. "He knows exactly what he's doing."
"Well," Carl admitted. "He's an expert."
"Oh," Fay agreed. "Very definitely."
I had to escape the double-entendres. Spying Sherry talking with Jimmy Savage, I excused myself and hurried across to join them. Jimmy gave me a welcoming smile, but his face turned red as he gripped my hand. I grinned back, speaking in a voice only the three of us could hear.
"How's my fucking partner?"
"Nursing a tender asshole!" he shot back. Then, to Sherry, he said, "I'm not complaining. But you really did ream me out!"
She smiled sweetly, waving to someone out of my sight as she answered, "Next time, I'll turn the vibrator on!"
I chuckled, "If you two are going to talk nasty, I'm leaving."
Wending my way to the punch bowl, I sampled the bland drink and wished I had brought a pocket flask. Mary Lou Savage found me there, raping me with her fluttering eyes as she reminded me of the absolute necessity of our future meeting.
"I'd come over there," I told her, "when Dexter's away. But I worry about what Teresa and Jimmy might think. They're not children, you know."
She made a little face and looked me straight in the eye as she said, "Bradley Crossman! Do you think I'm a complete idiot?"
I felt a chill race up my spine. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play innocent with me," she went on. "Teresa came back from your house looking like the cat that ate the bird." She made an impatient gesture. "What she ate wasn't a canary!"
"Do you honestly think I'd take advantage of an innocent young girl?" I demanded, trying to look properly hurt by the accusation.
"Do you honestly think Teresa Is innocent?" she asked in a mocking tone. "I was young once, and I remember what I did and how often I did it."
"Mary Lou," I insisted. "I swear I didn't..."
"Do anything she didn't like!" she finished for me. "Stop squirming!" She leaned closer. "How was it? I've always wondered if she inherited my snapper."
"My god!" I murmured, dropping all pretense. "You've got a spider pussy?"
Now that Mary Lou had let her mask slip, she let it all hang out The flustered matron who had teased me in front of the house was replaced by a hot-eyed vixen who tossed off the pithy phrases without a trace of hesitation.
"I've got it," she confided. "But it takes a real man to reach it. Dexter's little cock doesn't even know it's there. That makes us even, ! guess. I can hardly feel what he's got" Her eyes blazed. "You can reach it! That big cock of yours would crawl right up in there! Oh, my god! I could come just thinking about having you fuck me! If Teresa didn't let you ball her, she ought to have her ass kicked!"
I took a long swallow of the impotent punch. The night had turned on me with a vengeance. What had begun as a boring gathering of long-faced puritans had been transformed into an evening of erotic surprise. I suddenly suspected that I had only scratched the surface of the community's sexual behavior.
"Jimmy is another factor," I said weakly. "Jimmy's my son," she said calmly, "and I love him dearly. But I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you haven't already humped him. He's always had a thing about having some boy ball him. He tried it when he was just a boy, and he still likes it"
"Have you ever let him screw you?" She shook her head. "I wouldn't fight him off if he tried. Just like I wouldn't object if Teresa wanted to play around a little. You know what I mean?"
I thought of Teresa and Sherry locked in head-to-toe ecstasy, and I nodded. "It sounds like fun."
I saw Carl bearing down on us, and I hurried with, "I'll be over there tomorrow. Are you sure Dexter won't come home early?"
She gave me a fierce grin. "I'll send the son of a bitch to California for the chance to use this snapper again!"
Carl mauled my arm as he told me, "Your niece is looking for you. I do wish you could both stay longer, but I realize we all have our commitments."
I made my goodbyes to Mary Lou and followed Carl over to where Sherry stood with Fay, Karen and Belinda. Like perfect angels, they clasped my hand and murmured the expected nonsense. Sherry and I nodded and smiled our way through the dwindling crowd to the station wagon.
"I noticed Mrs. Duffs satisfied look," Sherry remarked as we drove away, "I hope you popped her good."
"It was just the opposite," I admitted, telling her of the incident, then adding, "I'm beginning to believe every woman around here is starved for cock."
"There are exceptions," she mused. "But I think you'll have all you can handle."
"Don't make it sound so negative," I admonished. "You talk as if you were leaving tomorrow."
She slid across the seat in the darkness, tucking her arm through mine and pressing her left tit against my bicep. "You can't get rid of me that quickly," she laughed, teasing my ear with her wet tongue. "I may decide to spend the rest of the summer with you."
"Don't threaten me, woman!" I said sternly. "I don't bluff easily."
Her hand crept into my lap and began exploring. "You know what you are, Brad? You're a pussycat. A great big easy-going pussycat. A woman can wrap you around her finger."
"All except the third finger," I reminded her. "It's easy to get me into bed, but impossible to drag me to the altar."
She squeezed the outline of my stiffening cock. "I hope you don't change your mind. Your wife might not appreciate our doing this." She made a little pumping gesture and giggled.
"I'll settle that in advance," I promised laughingly. "I'll tell her she has to let you come along on the honeymoon."
"What if she didn't like my dildo?"
"Any woman who could talk me into marriage would have to like it," I said, my hips squirming under the caress of her warm fingers. The driveway was a welcome sight. I hadn't forgotten Sherry's tentative promise.
We entered the house and I locked the door, shutting out the world and the future. Sherry watched my actions with a faint smile.
"Want to go straight to bed?" she asked in a sultry voice.
"You know what I want," I answered huskily. My cock was pounding against my trousers, hard and hot.
She made a kissing gesture with her mouth, "Go get undressed and wait for me," she said.
"If you wait too long," I warned with a grin, "I may start without you."
I stripped in the light from the hallway, turning back the sheet and stretching out on the bed with my prick pointing ceiling ward, every muscle taut with expectancy. Something told me playtime was over. I was about to have my prayers answered.
Sherry appeared in the doorway, stark naked, holding the smaller of her two dildos in her hand. I sat up, feasting my eyes on her silhouetted curves and trying to make out the furrow in that mass of dark curls.
"What's with the dildo?" I asked as she moved toward the bed. I remembered how excitedly she had used the rubber cock on Jimmy, and my own asshole tingled.
"Relax," she murmured, laying the instrument on the bed and resting one knee as she stared down at my body. "I'll tell you about that later."
She lay down beside me, and I rolled toward her, gathering her in my arms and crushing her lips with mine. Her nipples stiffened against my chest and she moved her boyish hips closer, making the hair of her young cunt brush gently across the head of my cock, Her tongue, warm and sweet, danced with mine in a sensuous swirling.
As I moved closer, she rolled onto her back, reaching for one of the fluffy pillows and sliding it beneath her hips, elevating the black triangle and spreading her lovely legs until the narrow pink slit opened in moist invitation. Her arms urged me onto her young body and I knelt between her thighs, my cock jutting above her belly like a thick dagger, ready to plunge into her tender flesh. She looked up into my face, wetting her lips with the tip of that expressive tongue.
"Fuck me, Brad," she said, slowly and distinctly. "Fuck me long and hard."
I gasped as her fingers encircled my prick and drew it to the pouting lips of her vagina, and the gasp became a groan as I felt the hot folds about the head of my engorged phallus.
Her pussy was tight. Tighter than any of the three I had entered since her arrival. The labial ring yielded reluctantly, and the head slid inward, throbbing as the slippery tissues shivered about it in a kiss of welcome. Sherry's hips moved beneath me, and she gave a little sigh of approval.
Then, just as I was about to drive it home, I stopped, my ass suspended in the air and a puzzled look on my face. The tip of my cock was jammed tightly against a barrier that could be only one thing.
"You're not!" I exclaimed, forcing my head up to where I could see her features in the dimness. She nodded, an apologetic smile flitting over the full mouth.
"I thought you might guess," she said in a soft voice. "I've done it every other way but this. I'm still cherry."
I pushed my cock against that damnable membrane and she winced at the pressure, her fingers tightening on my hips. I eased off.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "I'll settle for some other way."
"Maybe you will," she answered. "But I won't. I've kept it because I wanted to keep it. Now, I'm letting you break it because I want it done." She gave a little shrug. "Sure, I want to make you happy. But the real reason is a selfish one. I want to feel that big prick in my pussy."
I kissed her then. There were no words with which to answer her declaration. Her lips and tongue responded eagerly, and she worked her hips until the pressure of the hymen made me draw back.
Her head rolled to one side, dragging her mouth from mine. "Put it in, Brad!" she pleaded. "I don't care if it hurts! I want it in me!"
I tried again, letting the full weight of my hips down on the slightly inserted shaft. But the tissue merely bulged inward, resisting my cock with a strength greater than my determination. I wanted in. But I didn't want to hurt her.
"Wait!" she exclaimed in a tense voice. She drew her knees higher, planting her feet on either side of my poised hips and slipping her hands down to clutch the cheeks of my ass.
"Put your arms under my shoulders!" she said. "Grip me real hard!" Then, when my hands were in position, she added, "Just hold still, darling. I'll do it."
We both took a deep breath, and I felt a shudder run through her body as her thighs tensed. Her ass shoved up with a deft, twisting motion that screwed the hymen against the head of my cock with a force I would never have dared apply. I gritted my teeth and pressed back, feeling the tissue yield just a trifle.
"Don't move!" she groaned, holding her hips motionless except for that upward pressure. "Once more will do it!"
She sucked in air along with her lower lip, and her eyes squeezed shut. Again that ripple of preparation raced through her body and thighs, and her ass slammed upward more fiercely than before.
I felt the hot yielding as my prick tore through the thin, but powerful membrane and into the deliciously hot wetness of her vaginal channel. Instinctively, I eased my own weight.
"Don't stop!" she gasped in a hoarse whisper. "Give me all of that big prick! Put it all the way in!"
It felt as if I fed a yard of cock into that slippery cunt. Although she was grinding her ass to loosen the corridor, I had to fight for every inch of penetration, for I was breaking new ground, and the pussy walls resisted with powerful spasms that admitted the head force.
Still working, I demanded, "Doesn't it hurt?"
She shook her head impatiently. "It did, when you broke through. Not now. It just feels good. Give me some more!"
Only the recent siphoning of Fay's mouth enabled me to make it without losing the load of sperm that was building behind my slowly entering prick. Every muscle of Sherry's pussy was convulsing, squeezing and shuddering about my prong. Hot juices laved the determined head and seemed to flow about the shaft, a sensation that I recognized as illusory, for there wasn't room for anything in there but the hard meat I was inserting.
Sherry's head rolled back and forth, her eyes still closed. "Oh, god, Brad!" she moaned. "It feels so good! I don't want to come until it's all in! But I can't wait! It's too good!"
"Hang on, baby!" I grunted, lifting my hips. We both gasped as my cock tugged its way back through the newly opened corridor,, But I knew that I was pulling her juices out to coat the ruptured tissue of her hymen, stilling the last throb of discomfort, and lubricating the walls for my return trip. I stopped when I felt her labia tighten just behind the rim of my flaring cock-head.
"Look at me, Sherry," I whispered.
Her eyes opened just enough to peer up into my face. Her thighs strained, hips pushing upward as if fearful of losing the hardness that stretched her cunt with its rounded tip.
"I want to see your face," I told her, "when I drive it in."
She nodded her understanding. "Do it!" she hissed. "Do it!"
I shoved my ass forward and down, my prick sliding through the passage I had already widened and into the untouched portion of the virgin sheath. Deeper and deeper, spreading the walls, forcing them to yield, throbbing and probing until my balls jammed their leathery sac against her anus and my pubic arch ground harshly against hers.
Her eyes bulged and her mouth flew open, the tongue wagging wildly as her hips moved in an instinctive grinding that churned her cunt about my hilted prick, She worked her lips in soundless framings as her whole body shook with the internal explosion of her first vaginal orgasm.
"Come big, baby!" I groaned, watching the rapturous spasms of her cunt reflected in the swiftly altering contortions of her lovely face. "Make that pussy slick for my cock!"
It was all I could do to wait until the climax subsided, for the convulsions of those hot tissues were massaging every inch of my prick, and the pussy was applying a suction that was tugging the come from my balls like a hungry mouth.
I began fucking her. Slowly, but with the full length of my throbbing cock, pulling it back until the pressure drew the labia outward, then sliding it in until her clitoris was trapped in the tightening circle and the head of my pole was rammed against her flexing womb's entrance. My balls swung gently in and out of her anal crease, bouncing against that winking circle she had used to satisfy a portion of her passionate nature.
She gave an audible, sigh as my prick retreated, and a grand of pleasure as it drove inward again. Since I was picking up speed with every stroke, the sighs and grunts were beginning to overlap into a continuous sound of pleasure.
Her legs circled my hips, locking her arms in place as she continued to clutch my pounding ass, pulling me deeper into the trough of her spread thighs. Her pussy flexed and shivered about my pistoning shaft and the motion of her hips shifted to a combination of hunch and grind that made me cry out with delight.
Faster and faster, my cock squished through the bubbling lips and plunged deep into her writhing belly. Harder and harder, swollen balls slapping her wriggling ass as I hammered my meat into her oven with a blind savagery.
"Oh, Brad!" she cried, her hips jerking as her climax leaped ahead of my own powerful release. Her cunt spasmed just as my prick gave a tremendous thrust and my come splashed hotly into the sucking lips of her womb. "OH GOD, BRAD! OHHHH!"
Then the words became unintelligible, for the waves of ecstasy engulfed us, washing through our writhing bodies with a series of convulsive stabs that matched the spurts of my semen into her devouring cunt, its walls undulating in perfect harmony.
"Christ!" I groaned when I could find my voice. "That was the best ever." My cock had run dry, but it was still hard, and still hilted in her slippery cunt.
"It'll get better," she said, "after we get it loosened up." She showed her teeth in that familiar grin. "Did anyone ever tell you that you fuck good?"
"All the time," I grinned back, glad that the mood was suddenly lighter. "I've got a niece who teaches me."
She giggled. "I'm glad I saved it for you. But you're gonna have one hell of a job making up for all the fucking I've missed."
I began moving my hips again, and her ass responded with that delicious grinding. "Think you can take another round?" I demanded.
"If you wait for me to say when," she drawled, "you'll be here for a month. How many shots do you carry hi your clip?"
I made her grunt with a hard jab. "Enough to shoot you down in flames!" I warned her. "You've been calling the turns up till now, because you didn't have to come unless you wanted to. Now, I'm gonna make you come until you're so weak you can't stand up."
"Promises! Promises!" She accentuated each syllable with a sharp thrust of her ass, squeezing my cock with that hot little cunt.
"Think you can share me with the others?" I demanded, sliding in and out with a delightful sensation radiating outward from the easy frictioning.
"Share, hell!" she murmured, working the cunt in concert with my stroking. "I'll help you fuck them! I still like that."
She groped for the dildo and held it up between our faces. I reached up and tugged it from her fingers, pretending to study it. "Are the batteries in it?"
When she nodded, I gripped it about the lifelike base and slid it down and beneath her writhing bottom. She gave a gasp when I pressed the tip against her anus.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Do it! Fuck me both ways! Damn, Brad! Go on! Do it!"
The juices of our previous fuck had made the circle ready, and she relaxed the sphincter as I pressed the rubber head into her asshole. Just as had happened with Teresa, when Jimmy and I double-dicked her, I felt the other cock against my own. Only this time I could control its motions with my hand.
I fed it into her wiggling tail, enjoying the increased pressure and friction as it slid past my prick, stretching the adjacent channel and contracting her already tight pussy. When it was in as far as my grip would permit, I began fucking her by pulling the dildo out as my cock slid in, and driving it deep in her colon as my prick drew back to her clenching labia.
"Oh, damn!" she yelped, her hips hunching wildly. "Nothing could be better than that! Nothing! Don't stop! I'm gonna come again!"
My prick stabbed in and out, and my own excitement climbed with the delicious frictioning. I moved my finger on the rubber base, finding what I needed next. I felt my balls tense just as Sherry's pussy seemed to wriggle in the first thrilling jolt of her climax.
I managed a couple of satisfying strokes before my come forced its way through my prong with ecstatic pulsations. My hand drove the rubber cock as far into her clenching ass as I could reach and still do what I had planned, I waited until my prick had delivered one powerful spurt of semen into her spasming pussy. I got a firm grip on the base of the dildo I could feel bulging through the thin membrane against my exploding shaft.
The tiny batteries were la it, she had said. It was designed to vibrate like hell when the switch was pressed, providing a frictioning that was guaranteed to produce an orgasm in even the most frigid female.
Sherry was not frigid. She had come when I balled her in the tail, and she was coming now as I emptied my balls into her freshly invaded pussy. So the pleasure should be even more intense for her. For me too. It was jammed tightly against my cock. It would be just the first of many things we could try before her two weeks were up. It might even persuade her to stay for the summer.
I turned it on.