Chapter 4
When it was all over, Shannon released Mr. Martin's cummy prick. He pulled his gooey, dripping hand out of Anne's panties. Anne fell back in the chair and leaned against the cushion. Shannon stayed on one knee.
"That was fabulous!" Mr. Martin whispered.
"I got stuff on me," Shannon said.
Anne slid forward. "Here, wipe it off on the hem of my dress."
Shannon took the bottom of the red dress and dried her cummy mouth, then wiped up the big hunks of jizz that clung to her tits.
Mr. Martin's cock was still stiff. A big string of cum hung from the tip, wiggly and gooey.
Mr. Martin kicked off his slacks and shorts, then pushed off his sandals. He wore no socks. Now he stood daringly naked before the two excited females. His prick stuck out a full-blast nine inches, long, splendidly smooth, curved upward slightly at the end.
He reached down and pulled Shannon from the floor. He kissed her glossy red lips. His hands once again fanned her darling young ass. His big cock slapped at the black merry widow.
"Okay, I think we've done enough," Anne said.
Shannon was still excited. She had never felt such a buzzing thrill as she'd felt since Mr. Martin had begun with his tantalizing caress of her round, plumpette ass.
She loved the feel of his cock pounding at her like a hammer, throbbing and pulsing.
He broke the kiss and said softly: "Let's fuck, Shannon."
Then he fisted his enormous prick, set his feet wide apart, bent his knees and humped way down so the tip of his cock was leveled at Shannon's pussy. His big balls hung low.
"Uh-uh! I draw the line there!" Anne said sternly.
"Just a little fucking," Mr. Martin argued.
"No way! Not with my daughter!"
"I think she'd like to," Dave said.
"I don't care," Anne huffed.
"I've never done it," Shannon added, pouting.
"We've gone way too far with this as it is," Anne admonished.
"I'd certainly pay more," Mr. Martin said, his hands out, cupping Shannon's fabulous tits ... so ripe, round, firm, full ... beautiful teenette tits with little pointed pink nipples.
"I don't care," Anne said.
"I'd really like to try it," Shannon said.
"See, she wants to, don't you, Shannon?" Mr. Martin said.
"I wouldn't mind."
"And I'll pay more," he said.
"Shannon, I don't think this is a good idea!" Anne warned.
"He's gonna pay us, though," the girl countered.
"Indeed I will," Mr. Martin said.
"I dunno," Anne said uneasily.
Mr. Martin had moved in on Shannon. The drooling tip of his huge prick was only two inches from her furry cunt muff.
Shannon eyed the man's thumping prick, then looked at her mother.
"Why not?" the girl asked.
"Take the rest of my money!" Mr. Martin panted.
"Are you sure, Shannon?" Anne said.
Mr. Martin was rubbing the tip of his prick up and down the slit of Shannon's pussy.
"Mmmm, yeah!" Shannon said dreamily.
Mr. Martin slugged two inches of cock into Shannon's cunt.
"Well, I guess if you're gonna fuck, you'd best do it so your mom can be on hand, see to it that ... oh, my ... he's in there, Shannon!"
"I know, Mom!"
"Oh, yes, yes!" Mr. Martin gulped.
"Jeepers!" Shannon huffed.
"Goodness!" Anne whispered, watching the long prick lodged in her daughter's tight little pussy.
Mr. Martin was humped way down. He rocked back and forth, giving Shannon two more inches of his delightful cock lance. He sawed back and forth, fucking in and out.
"Oh, my God!" Anne whispered.
Shannon tucked her chin against her collarbone, looked down and saw the slide of Mr. Martin's big prick as he slugged it to her.
"Oooooeeee!" the girl whimpered.
"We're fucking," Mr. Martin remarked.
"Fuckin'," Shannon repeated.
"Goodness, Shannon, goodness!" Anne marveled.
Mr. Martin had his hands on Shannon's hips. She swung her arms around his shoulders. They stood in a fucker's pose, in a sexy, seductive, stand-up fuck.
"Mmmm, that's good," Mr. Martin said.
"I know," Shannon answered.
"Is it, honey? Does it feel good?" Anne asked.
"Yeahhh, fuckin' A," Shannon whispered.
"I don't believe this is happening!" Anne huffed.
And once again, the woman had slid out and sat on the edge of the chair, observing, watching Mr. Martin's long, bending prick slide into Shannon's sweet cunt.
"Oh, Shannon, darling!" Mr. Martin exclaimed.
"Phewww, jeez!" Shannon responded.
"Are you okay, darling?" Anne asked.
"Yes, yes!" Shannon said.
"He's really doin' it to you!"
"I know, Mom. He's fuckin' me!"
"Oh, honey. You want him to stop?"
"No. Nooooo! It feels good, Mom!"
"Does it, baby?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Doesn't it, Mr. Martin?"
"Feels real good, Shannon. The best."
Shannon moved in and out to meet Mr. Martin's slow, slurping fuck-strokes. Anne watched. Shannon watched. He slid his hands behind her and cupped her ass.
Her tits bobbled.
"Oh, jeeeeez, ahhhh, hey! Shit!" Shannon babbled.
"I love this!" Mr. Martin panted.
"I can't believe I'm letting him fuck you," Anne whispered.
"He is. He's fucking me, Mom."
"Should I stop him?"
"No, nooo!"
"Fuck then, if that's what you want, Shannon," Anne said irritably.
"I wanna! I'm fuckin'!" Shannon cried.
Mr. Martin rocked back and forth. He shoved her two more inches, slugged in a full six inches of cock meat, and Shannon huffed out a panting gulp of passion.
"How's it feel in there?" Anne asked.
"Oh, really good, Mom!" Shannon gasped.
Anne's dress was high on her nyloned thighs. She stood up.
Mr. Martin immediately ran a hand under the woman's dress, found her sopping panties, then dipped into them. He fucked a finger into her pussy.
"Ahhh!" Anne sighed.
"He's in your panties, huh, Mom?"
"Yes, dear."
Now the three of them were caught once again in the thrilling ecstasy of their act. They stood close, they felt good. They all trembled and shuddered.
"Fuckin's good," Shannon mumbled.
"Soooo good!" Mr. Martin echoed.
"Fucking like that ... oh, my!" Anne exclaimed.
"Fuck me, Mr. Martin!" Shannon yelped.
"Finger me!" Anne added.
"Girls," Mr. Martin panted.
"He's really fuckin' me now, Mom!"
"I know, honey ... I can see it!"
Mr. Martin humped harder, faster, fucking his prick in and out of Shannon's pussy, while his finger did the same to Anne's itching cunt.
"You okay, Shannon?" Anne asked.
"Oh, yessss!"
"Shit!" Anne barked.
"I'm gonna cum again!" Shannon yelled.
"Oh, honey, are you?"
"Ah uh ah ... here it comes!"
Mr. Martin fucked harder, faster.
His cock bulged in Shannon's pussy.
"He's big and hard in my cunny, Mom!" Shannon babbled. "And I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... I'm cummin'!"
Shannon shuddered violently.
Mr. Martin's prick unleashed a stream of hot jism that splashed into her young cunt with a jetting force. His finger diddled Anne's pussy, and she came with them.
"Cumming!" Mr. Martin gasped.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!" Shannon huffed.
Then the three shivered into beautiful orgasms, their bodies overwhelmed with the hot sensations.
"Feeelin' goooood!" Shannon babbled.
"Go on, feel it, get it—let's all get it!" Mr. Martin urged.
And that was what they did. They all got it, felt the fabulous feel of climax.