Chapter 1
"Damn it, Paul, hurry up!" Rhonda's voice rasped in a passion-heavy whisper. Her red fingernails scraped in anticipation over the white band of nylon between her splayed thighs.
Paul grinned through the dimness at her nearly naked body lying on the bed. The full white mounds of her breasts almost glowed. The dark circles of her large nipples seemed to quiver anxiously. He stripped his pants off, then dropping them on the chair, he paused to look at her. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing and the scrape of her nails over the damp nylon.
"Sounds as if you're ready," he teased.
"Shhh!" she cautioned. "Lindy might wake up and hear you!" Her whisper cut the air. Her fingers motioned him to the bed.
Still grinning, he stepped to the bed and eased his muscular body down beside hers. Her long fingers closed around the shaft of his throbbing, hard cock and tugged urgently at it.
Their mouths met, lips parted, their tongues snaking into the other's mouth. Paul's hand closed around the spongy mound of her breast, the hard button of her nipple burning into his palm. Her fingers worked faster over his cock, caressing the blunt head and stroking down over the hard shaft. Her body arched against his, her mouth grinding against his.
Paul released her breast and slid his hand down over the flat plane of her belly. The edge of elastic at the waist of her panties slipped under his fingertips. He felt the yielding mat of hair beneath the nylon as he slipped his hand down across her mound and dipped it between her open thighs. The nylon was hot and damp as he plowed a finger into the soft crease. Rhonda moaned into his mouth and shivered.
He stroked slowly back and forth through the slippery nylon valley, her hips jerking with each motion of his finger. Her thighs opened wider and her knees bent, lifting her hips off the bed. Her fingers pulled and clutched at his cock furiously, her body jerking, whimpers escaping her throat.
"Oh, God! Fuck me!" she gasped, tearing her lips from his and ripping the flimsy panties off.
Paul resisted her pleas and tugging hands and stroked the wet slippery crevice of her pussy, flicking the knob of her pulsing clit.
"Unnngghhh!" she grunted each time he caressed her little love button.
He watched his finger slipping back and forth in the hairy folds of her cunt. His finger glistened with her juices. Her hips rose and fell in rhythm with his finger.
"Please! Please, fuck me!" she begged.
His finger stopped abruptly, and he rolled over her body, his hips dropping between her full soft thighs. The head of his cock hovered an inch from the gaping wet hole of her cunt. Her fingers were clawing at his back and hips, her legs and feet clenching at his ass, trying to pull him into her.
"Ahhh!" she groaned as she felt the blunt head of his cock press against the lips of her pussy and then spear between them.
Slowly, deliberately, Paul sank his hard throbbing cock into her. The molten heat of her cunt oozed around the shaft of his cock. Her body was rigid and motionless as he filled her hungry cunt with the blood-gorged column of flesh.
"Oooooh, yes!" Rhonda rasped. The emptiness was filling and she was relaxing a little.
She looked down between the hills of her breasts and saw the dark curly hair around the base of his cock begin to merge with the damp mat of her pussy hair. The head of his cock pressed gently against the back wall of her cunt, sending a shiver through her.
"Sooo good!" she hissed. Her hands pulled his torso down, his chest mashing her breasts. Her legs locked around the backs of his thighs, holding him motionless for several seconds as she savored the throb of his cock inside her.
"Fantastic pussy!" he gasped into her ear.
His hips moved slowly, sensuously, stirring his cock around inside her. The soft hot walls clutched at it wetly, as little spasms ran through her. A little at a time, he slipped it out and then back in. Her head pulled back and her lips parted. Her hips followed his motion slowly.
His pace quickened and his strokes became longer. He buried his face in her neck. His cock moved faster and faster in her hot wet hole. He bumped gently against her firm ass with each plunge.
"Oh, baby! Oh! Oh! Yes!" Rhonda moaned softly. A ripple ran through her body and she trembled. Her cunt squeezed around his thrusting cock as she came the first time.
The ripple of her cunt muscles around his cock, pushed Paul over the edge and he lifted his hips and began to thrust faster and harder into her clutching pussy. His breath rasped against the silky skin of her neck. His belly slapped against hers, his balls bouncing off her upturned ass.
"Ah! All! Do it! Do it! Harder! Harder! Ahhhggnn!"
Rhonda gurgled and jerked under his pounding body.
Paul's breathing was a wheeze and his body jerked up and down over hers as he felt the building pressure deep in his balls. Wet sounds accented each plunge of his cock. His ass became a" blur as he rammed his cock faster and faster into her. Rhonda's hips jerked up to meet each thrust, her fingernails raking his back.
Paul moaned and drove his cock to the hilt in her spasming cunt and froze. Trembles ran through his rigid muscles and he bit her shoulder. Hot streams of come poured from his cock, filling her clutching cunt.
Rhonda felt the scalding flood and whimpered. Her pussy squeezed his cock and she shivered into another climax.
Damp with perspiration, they lay in a tangle of limbs, panting. Rhonda's cunt clutched and milked at his cock slowly. Finally Paul rolled off her and cuddled her to his satiated body.
In the hall outside the door, a figure crept away from the door of the bedroom and into another bedroom. Lindy closed the door quietly and leaned against it. Her breath was ragged and her young pussy was damp with passion. Her fourteen-year-old body trembled as she remembered what she had seen and heard through the crack of the slightly-opened door.
The memory of the man's cock, long and hard, captured in her mother's fingers, made the girl's knees weak. She licked her dry lips and closed her eyes. Her hand slid up over the shorty nightgown and cupped around the cone of her budding breast. The nipple tingled with the contact. Her pussy pulsed and quivered.
She recreated the sight of the cock sinking into her mother's cunt and she moaned. Her fingers rolled her hard little nipple between them, her other hand stroking her slim thighHer thumb scraped the damp crotch of her panties and she trembled. Her fingers slid timidly to the moist nylon and stroked slowly over the slick warm cloth. Her pussy pulsed under her fingertips.
Her hand slid from her nipple and a thumb hooked in the waistband of her panties, pushing them over the swell of her adolescent hips and down to her knees. She stroked the insides of her thighs, moving slowly back up to her pussy.
The damp downy hair at her crotch met her fingers as she stroked closer and closer to the drooling lips of her cunt. She could feel the heat of it on her hands. Her thighs opened enough to allow the fingers of one hand to slip between and she touched the pouting lips. Her hips jerked, arching outward. Lindy sighed.
Her finger parted the soft fleshy lips and touched the tiny bud of her clit. A tremble ran through her straining body and she stroked it again. Her mind held a picture of Paul's large throbbing cock. She plunged a finger into her tight pussy, imagining the small digit was his cock.
Her lips were parted and her breath was ragged as she stirred her pussy closer and closer to climax. Her fingers dipped in and out of her pulsing cunt, stroking back and forth over her tiny love button. Her hips were working back and forth, keeping pace with her fingers.
Pussy juice wet her fingers and the insides of her thighs. She moved them faster through the slippery crevice. Her head went back, her neck arched. She gurgled softly and she began to shake. Thundering waves of pleasure and passion swelled up deep inside her belly and rattled her young body. She gasped and held her breath as her climax slammed through her.
For several seconds she trembled and jerked, her fingers still between her thighs. Slowly her body relaxed and she leaned heavily on the door. Her fingers slid wetly from her pussy. A smile spread across her mouth and her hand rose.
Her small pointed tongue snaked out and licked her pussy juice from her fingers.
Paul and Rhonda lay smoking, unaware of the scene that had taken place a few feet from their position. Rhonda rolled onto her side and propped up on one elbow.
"Is Tommy accepting the idea of your remarriage?" she asked.
"He's all right. I guess he is a little curious and a little uncomfortable with the idea, but he's not against it." Paul rolled on his side to face her and crushed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
"Lindy is excited about it. She has quite a thing about you," Rhonda said. "But then I can't blame her, so have I." Her eyes gazed hungrily at his face and then down to his flaccid cock.
"Yeah, but not the same kind of thing, I'm sure," Paul teased.
"Oh, I don't know. You know what they say about like mother like daughter."
Something flashed through Paul's mind. It was a picture of Lindy in her bikini. They had all gone to the beach the week before and her young lithe body in the scanty swimsuit had drawn his eyes more times than he wanted to admit. The memory did things to his body. Rhonda's fingers were caressing his cock and it suddenly began to swell.
"Mmmm!" Rhonda purred when she felt his cock growing. She stroked it slowly, thrilling to the change in size.
Paul smiled at her and slid his hand over her belly. Her pussy was still soggy and slippery from their fucking. She lifted her leg to admit his fingers to the wet slit.
"On your back," she instructed, pushing him.
He watched her rise to her knees and stroke his cock, watching it grow in her hand. She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on the dark bulbous head.
"It looks delicious!" she rasped, her voice thick with passion.
"Like a taste?"
"Um-hm!" she sighed.
Her face dropped to the pulsing rod of flesh. Paul felt the soft heat of her breath on the head and then the flick of her wet tongue across the sensitive skin. He grunted and closed his eyes. Warm wetness touched his cock-head and then slipped down over it, her tongue laving the satiny skin slowly.
The suctioning, wet mouth was quickly driving Paul into a frenzy. His hips lifted and rolled. His hands tangled in her long hair. He held her head still as he thrust his hips, pushing his gorged, throbbing cock deep into her mouth. The blunt head bumped the back of her throat with each thrust. Her tongue teased the underside of the swollen shaft, her teeth scraping gently over the sides.
Rhonda was humming with passion, the vibrations from her throat adding still another sensation. Her pussy oozed juices. She pulled his hand back to her crotch and guided his finger into the slushy hole. His fingers found her clit and teased it.
Her head bobbed over his cock, her long hair spilling across his thighs and belly. The liquid heat of her mouth moved over his cock, milking it and laving the swollen flesh. Her hips flexed and rolled with the rhythm of his flicking finger. She gurgled and jerked. His cock popped from her lips and waved slowly over his belly, the head and shaft glistening with her saliva.
"Got to have it in me!" she groaned, swinging her leg over his thighs and straddling his hips. Her fingers grasped the throbbing tool and guided it to her cunt with shaky hands.
The molten heat of her cunt pressed down around the head of his cock and paused. He reached up and cupped her large breasts in his hands, his fingers rolling the rigid nipples slowly. Rhonda shivered and dropped her hips, her cunt plunging down over his jerking cock. She grunted as her hips slapped his thighs and threw her head back, eyes clamped shut, biting her lower lip.
Paul could feel the undulations of her cunt walls as they squeezed and released his cock. His balls quivered and he groaned. Slowly, she moved her hips back and forth, stirring her spasming cunt with his swollen shaft. Her hands rested on her hips, her shoulders thrust back, her breasts pushed forward. His hands massaged her spongy mounds, pinching and rolling their dark button crowns.
"Oh, sooo good!" Rhonda groaned, her hips quickening their pace.
"Do it, baby! Fuck it!" Paul replied, caught up in her passion.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" she grunted with each roll of her hips.
The soft flesh of her thighs ground over his thighs, her cunt drawing at his cock. Wet sounds punctuated each thrust. Paul's hips pushed upward, trying to drive his cock a little deeper into her. Faster and faster she jerked her hips. Her breasts bounced in his hands and her hair whipped back and forth over her shoulders.
"Oh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Coming! Coming! Aaaagggnnn!" Rhonda groaned through clenched teeth.
Her body stiffened and she quaked over him, her cunt spasming around his cock. The suction and pressure pushed Paul over the edge and he ground his belly up against her trembling thighs. His balls jerked and he groaned low and long.
"Uuuuuooooo!" He arched his back, lifting her off the bed and his cock spewed gusher after gusher of hot thick come into her convulsing cunt. With each spurt, she jerked and moaned, soaring higher and higher in her pleasure.
Spent, Paul collapsed, and Rhonda fell onto his heaving body, panting. Her cunt continued to milk his cock, drawing the final drops of his juices from it.
For several minutes, they lay tangled and panting. Rhonda finally rolled slowly off his cock and lay quietly at his side, her long red fingernails stroking his belly softly.
"So, damn good!" she whispered. "The best fuck I've ever had!"
"Me, too!" His reply was breathless.
"God, it will be great to sleep together without worrying about Linda discovering us." She snuggled to his side and hugged him.
"You still think she has an idea about what's going on?" he asked.
"Oh, she might suspect, but I don't think she has even given sex much thought."
"Good God! Rhonda, she's fourteen and at that age kids know more than you and I did at twice that age!" His voice was loud and harsh. "I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't even cherry, anymore!"
"Certainly she is! I'd know if she wasn't! I'm her mother!" Rhonda objected.
"And your mother knew when you lost your cherry?"
The pause was long and definite. Rhonda looked at him for a second. "That's different!" she replied finally.
"How?"
"Well, I-"
"My case rests," Paul said, kissing her nose. "Now, I had better get out of here before Linda discovers that her mother likes to fuck."
He rolled off the bed and began dressing. Rhonda watched him quietly, a slight smile on her face. Finished, he sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on her belly.
"I'll call you' in the morning," he whispered, kissing her gently.
"That's why I love you," Rhonda said, clutching him to her naked body.
"Why?"
"You know how to win an argument!" She giggled in his ear.
His kissed her and rose. She remained on the bed, watching him close the door behind him. She stretched languidly and sighed.
Paul crept down the hall and paused at Lindy's bedroom. It was open and her body was visible in the semi-darkness. He gazed at the girl's body and felt the familiar surge of desire welling up inside him.
She lay on her back, asleep, her gown gathered around her waist. Her panties molded her mound like a second skin and he could see the indentation of her slit in them. Her legs were slightly apart and he knew that if he stood at the foot of her bed he could see the lips of her cunt through the thin nylon. He swallowed hard and tore his eyes from the girl's body and walked quickly to the front door and out into the night.
Hearing the soft click of the front door, Lindy opened her eyes and smiled to herself. Her fingers slid over the front of her panties and between her thighs. She stroked her pussy slowly and smiled broadly.
"Soon, Daddy, soon," she whispered.