Chapter 6
"Morning dear!" she heard a voice say. Slowly with great trouble, she got her eyelids to open. The room was filled with sunlight. Her husband was standing above, casting a long shadow across the bed. In his hands was a tray. It smelled real good.
"I brought you some breakfast."
"Gee that's swell of you Ben. This is the first time you have ever done anything like this. What's happened to you?"
"Nothing my dear, nothing. I guess I've just fallen in love with you all over again."
"And all I had to do is let you fuck me in the ass! I hope I don't run out of new things for you to do to me. I want you to love me for a real long time."
"Now, how," said Ben, "it wasn't because of the ass-fucking per se, it was, well ... because you care about me. And now I can see that!"
Ben laid the tray of food out over her lap. It had little feet so that it could stand up without wobbling all over. She looked the meal over: there was scrambled eggs, toast and jam, steaming coffee, a few slices of bacon and a big orange.
She took the juicy orange in her hands and dug her finger nails into its pulpy skin. Back she tore the orange flesh exposing the glistening inner flesh. Droplets of dew rested on the moist meat. She peeled off a single slice of the fruit and popped it whole into her mouth. The tangy flavor made her lips pucker. A small drop of saliva drooled out the corner of the mouth.
"So are you going to call those kids?" Ben asked. She noted a slight amount of impatience in his words. Rita hoped that she would remain his loving wife and not become some sort of pimp for his needs.
"How about letting me finish my breakfast?"
"Oh sure, I'm sorry," said the man. He poured himself a cup of hot coffee from the pot which was sitting on the tray.
"Do you think we could get into trouble by fucking around with a fourteen year old kid?" asked Ben sipping at his Java.
"Sure, if it wasn't Cher. She doesn't want to tell anyone because then she couldn't get any more adult cock. And anyway she balls with her father."
"No shit! Maybe we should have a kid."
"Just so you could fuck her? Well, what if it is a boy?"
"Then you get a fucking partner," said Ben. But Rita could see by the way that he was smiling that he was just joking around.
Rita finished the breakfast in a jiffy and got cleaned up. She put on a small sun suit with a very low neckline so that her cleavage could be easily seen. The way the supports in the suit held her tits out, those jugs jiggled nicely whenever she moved.
"OK, I'm going to call them now, so keep that pecker of yours ready," said Rita as she went over to the phone with her address book in her hand.
She dialed the number quickly. Ben stood near so that he might hear both sides of the conversation. The phone rang three times at the other side of the line before it was picked up.
"Hello."
"Hello, Mike? This is Mrs. Smithfield."
"O hi Mrs. Smithfield. How are you doing?"
"Just fine thank you. My husband Ben is home and he is very interested in meeting you and your friend Cher. So if you two would like to come on over this afternoon you would be more than welcome."
"That sounds just great. I'll have to call up Cher, but I think she would want to meet your husband, especially after the things you said about his cock."
"You just tell her that they're all true. And that he is hot to prance, if you know what I mean."
"And you too?" the boy asked.
"Me too. With Ben's blessing. In fact, he is looking forward to seeing us two together, as he thinks that that will bring him back to the good old days when he first screwed me."
"Well unless anything comes up, we'll be over there in about an hour. I'll let you know by phone if Cher can't make it."
"OK, we'll be looking forward to seeing you. Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye."
Rita turned to her husband. "Looks like it's all set."
"Just hearing you talk about it has made my cock hard. I don't know how long I can last with a teenage girl. I might just come spewing forth. Then I'd be real embarrassed!"
"Well, then why don't I suck you off before they come over, then you won't be so quick to pop that cork of yours."
"That's a first rate idea," the man said lighting up at the thought. He knew that in his balls was one hell of a big stash of sperm. Enough to fill his wife's mouth to overflowing. And he liked it when she blew him when he was that horny because he liked to watch her try and drink it all down.
"Where do you want to do it?" she asked.
"How about in the kitchen? We haven't done it in there in a real long time!"
"Fine with me. And I can coat your donger with maple syrup and lick it off," Rita said with relish.
The two walked arm and arm into the kitchen. They cleaned off the kitchen table and spread out over it a white tablecloth that draped over the edges. Mr. Smithfield laid down in the center of the cloth as if he was the main course of dinner. Which is what he was.
Mrs. Smithfield went to the cupboard and took out the large bottle of maple syrup and set it down on the cloth right beside Ben.
"Let me undo your pants," she said as she unbuckled the belt and unsnapped the top button of his pants. With a flick of her wrist she unzipped the zipper. Out popped the cock as if it had been on a spring like a jack-in-the-box.
She pulled his trousers down to his mid-thighs. He wasn't wearing any underpants so she could see his whole pubic region.
"It really is quite pretty," she said as she gazed over his long pecker that rose out of the incredibly thick bush of his pubes.
"Do you really think so?" asked Ben who was enjoying being looked at in this way. He felt very naked lying out on the table in this way. He felt as if she could almost do anything to him.
"Sure I do! I know some women who don't like the way a cock looks, but I think it looks real cute."
"And I know some men," said Ben, "who think that pussy is ugly. But not me! I think that it is one of the pretty things in nature. Prettier than the Grand Canyon!"
"But not as big," parried his wife.
Rita made him lie back down on the table so that he was looking straight up at the ceiling and couldn't see what she was doing. The element of surprise was very important. Already there was a big droplet of cream coming out of the pisshole of her husband's poker. With the tip of her tongue she flicked it up.
"Ooo!" her husband said at the sudden feeling of warmth.
"Sshh," Rita quieted him down. She took the big bottle of thick, brown maple syrup in her hand and undid the top of the bottle. She was thankful that it came off easily, sometimes she had a lot of problems with sticky tops.
Holding the bottle about a foot above his quivering penis she slowly tilted it Out it slowly dipped in a thick viscous column. It landed right on the very sensitive purple tip of his penis and dripped down on all sides of it, coating the throbbing tool in a brown, thick sheath of sweet syrup.
It pooled in his thick tangle of hairs and spilled down on to his balls. It dribbled into his asscrack and finally worked it's way on to the pure white table cloth. Ben had to use every inch of his will power not to flail about the table in utter ecstasy.
"There! All done!" his wife called out when his groin was completely covered with the ooze. "It looks like a big sundae. I just can't wait to eat it!"
"Eat it! Eat it!" moaned the man whose insides felt like the oozing maple syrup that now covered his genitals.
"MMMMmmm!" said Rita as she held back her hair and bent her head down to feast on the most delicious treat in the world: Maple coated cock!
She started her feast at the bottom and worked upwards. First she licked the sticky stuff off of his asshole. This drove him crazy to feel her small pink tongue flicking against his brown orifice. He could feel that slightly rough probe swirl around in the vortex of maple coated ass hairs. He even sensed that she was sticking it right into the hole of his anus as if it was a small finger. Grabbing on to the edge of the table and grinding his teeth together he tried to contain himself.
Next she deftly cleaned up the inner thighs of her husband. Up and down she licked always carefully avoiding direct contact with his twitching, blood filled member.
In a surprise move she sucked both of his balls into her mouth. Rolling the nuts around in her cheeks she was able to extract most of the sticky syrup off of the skin. When the balls popped out a minute later, they were clean of the sugary fluid.
"This feels just great!" said the man who was almost whimpering from the pleasure.
"It tastes great too!" piped in his wife who was just getting around to licking her husband's muff of black curly hair.
"Do my cock! Do my cock!" he screamed unable to take her mouth being so close yet so far away from ultimate pleasure.
"I'll get around to it," she whispered into the hair that she was cleansing strand by strand. He could feel each tuft of hair being pulled into her oral cavity, washed around in a thick soup of saliva and then thrust back out.
At last she came to his towering cock. It had been some time since she first poured on the syrup so that it was drying and caking a little.
Holding the base of the stick in her small hand she covered the purple cap with her puckered lips. Her perfect white teeth clenched in around the rim of the cap; her tongue dug into the pisshole. Back and forth she corkscrewed her head, rubbing the cock one way and then the other.
She could feel the weapon in her hand strain at the throbbing blood that was surging through it. It was an interesting thought, that the very softness, the very succulence of her mouth was what was causing his cock to become so god damn hard and slick.
Bowing her head forward she felt the hard snake wind its way deep into her throat. At last she could grip the very root of his manhood with her teeth. He moaned out as she licked the last of the maple syrup off of his crotch.
Now, instead of being the dull brown color of the syrup, his cock glistened with her warm spit! Her pelvis crinkled and shook under the warm, moist breath of the woman. Now that it was no longer sticky there, she let her hair go. It spilled all over the very sensitive front of his thighs.
He reached with his hands and held on to the top of her head. In this way he could move the head up and down on his cock at precisely the right speed. Not that it mattered much. In about three more seconds, he just had to let his sperm fly!
With his hands he forced her head to remain right where it was as his gism went leaping out of his nozzle like water out of a fire-hydrant.
"WWWWHHHHEEEEEE!" he screamed out as his hips shuddered and his body thrashed about.
Into the woman's mouth poured a huge quantity of pure white, sizzling juice. The first spasm alone filled her cavity to overflowing. He heard a small gagging noise when the second spattering of cream came pouring out and into her tender mouth.
His supine body was wracked with pleasure and was tossing about the kitchen table with such violence that Rita thought he might break the fragile thing. But she didn't have too much time to think of such things. Ben's hands were keeping her head directly over his spouting penis and shot after shot was pouring in. She was having a hard time breathing.
At last the major spasms stopped, and out of the top of his cock flowed a steady flow of white lava. This she sucked into her mouth and swallowed down. It made a very salty treat after the excessive sweetness of the syrup.
When his penis could no longer stand up by itself she let the soft thing fall from her lips. It slunk back down between his legs where it looked like a big slug, or maybe a very fat worm.
"They are cute!" said Rita looking at the thing, "particularly when they're soft." She touched the thing and felt it indent under her finger. She lightly stroked the underbelly of the soft cock, milking out of it some of the fluid that was still trapped inside. A small droplet formed at the very tip. She wiped this up with her finger and spread it on her lips as if it was lipstick.
"It keeps them young and full," she said.
"I bet!" answered her husband. "If it works so good how come some one hasn't put out on the market a gism cream to keep girls cute?"
"How do I know?" said Rita. "But if someone did put it out on the market they would make a million bucks. It's so all-purpose. You could use it as a perfume, a face cream, a lipstick and a lotion all in one!"
"Maybe you've got something there. But where do we get all this cream?"
"You make these little pumping machines. Sort of like dildoes or vibrators for men. They stick their cocks in and out comes the cream. And we, the company, pays, say, three dollars for each ounce. When we sell it, we dilute it quite a bit of course."
"Do you think you could actually get men to do that?"
"Sure! They get people to give blood don't they? And this isn't at all painful like giving blood is!"
"Maybe you've got something there. If I ever get out of the pollution control game I'll go into the gism game. If that'll be all right with you?"
"Sure, it's all right with me," said his wife, "and maybe instead of using machines, we'll hire women to suck the men off. They'll just have to be careful and not swallow it. We'll put bowls out for them to spit the come into."
"I think that you're thinking too much about this problem," said Ben as he hitched up his pants. "Shouldn't those kids be here soon?"
"I guess so, but they said it wouldn't be for an hour and I don't think that that much time has gone by yet." But just then there was a ring at the doorbell. "Looks like they're here!" said Rita as she ran from the kitchen to get the front door.
Ben moved into the bedroom and waited for his wife and the two kids to come up. His cock was as hard as a rock even though he just had a blow job ten minutes before. The idea of getting into the panties of a fourteen year old girl was very exciting. He just kept imagining the sight of teenage twat tightly bound in a pair of pink underpants.
When he looked up from his reveries there in the doorway was his wife and the two teens. Whatever he imagined that Cher was going to look like, that was only half as good as she actually looked.
"Hello there," said the man, "I'm Mr. Smithfield. I think that you know my wife."
"We sure do Mr. Smithfield!" said the girl candidly with a big smile that showed off her perfect white teeth.
"My name is Cher," said the young nymphet whose little tits were bobbing under a nearly sheer shirt. Her twat was bound in by a pair of white short-shorts that left no doubt as to what the shape of her twat was.
"And my name is Mike," said the big healthy boy. Rita was hanging onto his arm in a very suggestive way. It should have made Mr. Smithfield jealous, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Cher and her long dark hair.
"Why don't we join Mr. Smithfield on the bed?" asked Rita as she led the two over to the bed.
"I want to undress you Mr. Smithfield," said Cher, "that is, if it's alright with you Mrs. Smithfield."
"I think we should get one thing clear," said Rita, "I think that this should be a no holes barred meeting. You two can do whatever you want to either of us. And likewise, we'll be able to do anything we want to you. Is that fair enough?"
"Sure is!" piped up Cher as she leaped onto the bed next to Mr. Smithfield. She placed her small hands on the bulge in his pants and rubbed it lightly.
"Doesn't Mrs. Smithfield take care of you? From the feel of this pecker I would say that you hadn't been laid in a week."
"As a matter-of-fact," butted in Rita, "I just gave him a blow job before you came over. He's just hot to get into a young girl's pants." Both Rita and Mike got up on the bed to watch the show of Cher stripping down Ben. Mike laid his hand between Rita's legs and twisted it back and forth, just to get her primed up.
Cher deftly undid the top button of Ben's pants and slowly slid the zipper all the way down. His cock was caught over to the side and the young girl had to insert her hand into the pants to draw that tool out.
As soon as she wrapped her tiny fingers around his big prick Mr. Smithfield moaned out loud. "Your hand feels ... so damn good!"
"Thanks!" said the girl. "You sure do have a big dick!" She let the cock come out of his trousers so that she could get a good look at it. She could see the big purple cap and the long white shaft that was covered with gnarly veins. The most unusual feature was the bag of balls that swung below the peter. Cupping these in her dainty hand she bounced them lightly around. When she squeezed them a droplet of male-goo came out the tip of his cock.
"Mind if I lick that off?"
"Hell no!" said the man who was so horny watching the fourteen year old girl playing around with his dick that he was ready to shoot his wad, right then, up into her face.
Cher held on to the big organ with both of her hands, much the same way that a girl holds on to a baseball bat. The only thing that was left showing was the crown of the penis. With a quick movement she inserted this purple hat into her pink, lush mouth and sucked hard.
"Oh, Christ! That feels too Good!" Shouted the tormented man as he shook and wiggled all over the bed like a fish just caught. Mike and Rita laughed at how sensitive the big man was! He couldn't even hold up under the pleasant torture of a girl's mouth.
Cher finished taking off the man's pants. Rita in the meanwhile, taking Mike's hand out of her crotch temporarily, took off her husband's shirt. Ben was the first of them to be totally naked.
"What a handsome body!" exclaimed the young girl upon seeing Ben's hairy body and large muscles. "But what a fantastic cock!"
Ben's dong was standing straight up in the air and even waving around a little like a patriotic flag on the fourth of July.
"My pussy is just a big pot of cream from looking at that thing," continued Cher, "would you mind if we skipped the foreplay just this time and let me sit on that bad looking thing. I really need it bad!"
"It would be my pleasure," said Ben.
"Let's undress her for him," said Mike who was already on top of the young girl and holding her down. Cher giggled to feel his boyish weight on top of her, but she pretended to struggle just to put on a good show.
Rita, with her husband looking intently on, unbuttoned each of the buttons on the girl's gauzy blouse. When the material fell back her childish tits were revealed. The nipples that crowned the milk-white towers were standing on end. Unable to control herself Rita tweaked the tops of those two orbs and watched the girl shiver below her touch.
"Now her pants, take off her shorts!" demanded Ben whose cock was the hardest it had ever been just from watching the child being stripped by his wife.
"OK, OK! Hold on to your horses. We have all day."
"You better hurry up though," contradicted Cher, "or I'm going to pee in my pants from being so excited."
Rita unhooked the catch at the top of the shorts and drew them slowly off the girl's well made legs. Under the shorts she was wearing only the scantiest of briefs that gave pretty much of an unobstructed view of her little quim. Ben could easily see-that under the thin material was a thick swath of pubic hair. The dark color could be seen through the off-white of the panties.
The crotch piece of the girl's underpants, which was nothing but a double layer of the diaphanous panty cloth, had dug its way deep into the child's pudenda. All three of the onlookers could see how the outer lips of her pussy were nibbling into that crotch piece.
"And now for the finale of this show!" said Rita who was enjoying her role of de-clother. Into the tight elastic waistband of the panties Rita put her fingers. With a slow steady tug she drew the damp article of underclothing off of Cher, exposing, now in the raw, Cher's vagina and the thick mat of pubic jungle that covered it.
"It's beautiful!" exclaimed Ben who had never seen it before. "I really like the way the hair is parted to show off the pink gash in the center. I can even see her clitty!" Not only could he see it, but he stretched out his finger and lightly stroked it. He could feel quickly how damp that whole area was. The girl, who was still being held down by Mike, struggled with throes of pleasure with the touch and strained against her captor's hold.
"Let me go!" the girl shouted when Ben finally inserted his finger up her slot, "Let me go! I want to fuck him and I want to be on top!"
"What do you think?" asked Mike. "Should I let her up?"
"Yeah," said Ben, drawing his finger out of her hole and sniffing it, "I think I would like to fuck her from on top!"
Mike let the girl go. Cher, like Ben, was now completely naked, while Rita and Mike still had their clothes on.
Cher took over the direction of the show, if for no other reason than naked, she was the most lovely person there, though it would be a much closer contest once Rita stripped down.
"OK Ben lay back on your back."
"Anything you say."
His cock rose straight up into the air, a perfect leaning tower of Pisa!
"Now there's quality!" said the girl as she ran her finger around the rim of his penis. "OK Mr. Smithfield, your gonna get yours right now!"
Straddling the prone man she lined up the top of his sword with her pink slot. Using her fingers as clamps, she held back the flaps of her vagina so that he could have a clear shot at her deep hole.
Lowering herself slowly down, the tip of his cock was the first to touch that damp wound in the crotch of the girl. He could feel with his super-sensitive probe the open membrane of the girl's labia.
"Ahhh!" he sighed as she continued to sit down. The whole head of his pecker rose up into the inner recesses of her mushy channel.
"Oh it's so big. It's stretching the rim of my cunt!" moaned the child but she continued to sit further and further down.
"Does it hurt?" asked Ben, not wanting to inflict pain.
"A little," said Cher, "but the pain is nothing compared to the joy of having such a big fucker in my pussy!"
"You look so cute up there on my husband," said Rita. She was watching the man's long cock slowly get buried in the yielding flesh of Cher. There was still a few inches of man-rod out of the girl's cunt, but that was sinking in as well. Would there be enough room for that long shaft, wondered Rita to herself?
Cher was squatting over the man when she finally got down to the bottom; when she finally got the whole rod up her quivering quim.
"Oh, you don't know Mr. Smithfield! It's so filling! A girl just loves to have this big of a dick stuck up there. Aren't I right Mrs. Smithfield?"
Mrs. Smithfield turned out to be too pre-occupied to answer right away. In the front of her pants, without bothering to take them off, was Mike's hand. It had found the slit that it was seeking and was engaged in stroking the woman's bud-like clitty. A stain was forming in the center of the pants. No cunt secreted more quantity juice than Mrs. Smithfield's.
"I guess we'll have to take care of ourselves from now on!" said Cher to the man who was moaning and groaning underneath her. With his cock thrust up that very tight, young twat, he could hardly care less what his wife was doing right next to him with the boy who mows their lawns. All he cared about was the sex-hungry girl who had begun to bounce lightly up and down on his hips.
He could feel the rich tangle of her bush as it touched the insides of his thigh. And he could feel the way her pussy lips were lightly kissing the length of his shaft. It was warm and moist inside, perfectly lubricated. Neither too wet so that it was nothing but a swamp, nor too dry so that his cock felt rough and scraping.
"You're hole is wonderful!" is all that he could say as she continued to rise and fall on his pole. Her little breasts, looking like white marble door knobs, shimmered with the exertion of the sexual romp.
"If my hole is wonderful," she said, "then you're cock is fantastic. I've never had such a perfect fit. You know, I have a tight cunt, but that doesn't mean it can't handle big tools. It just means that I keep my pussy muscles in shape."
"Are they ever in shape!" exclaimed the man. He was holding Cher by the hips as she continued to go up and down. But now he moved his hands to the back of her neck and bent her forward at the waist. Her weight shifted to her knees and her tits came down right to Ben's passionate lips. With a suck of warm breath he drew her nipples into his mouth and bit down on the chewy nubs with his teeth.
"OOOoo! Mr. Smithfield!" the girl cooed, "They're so tender. You shouldn't bite them so hard!"
"Sorry," said the man. He moved his hands up to the back of her head and tangled them in her long, thick hair. Pulling downwards he drew her face to his. His lips contacted hers. With his tongue he pried open the supple lips of the girl and drove that oral probe deep into her wet, pink mouth.
In a manner that showed experience, she retaliated by driving her own tongue into his mouth. Back and forth the two tongues parried as if they were battling over which one owned the damp interior space between the joined lips.
Cher ran her slightly rough tongue along the teeth of Ben, and then between his teeth and inner lips. Ben cringed at this feeling, for the gums there are critically sensitive.
Running his hands around to the back of the young girl, Ben gripped either of her ass-cheeks in his hands and pulled them apart. Mike who was dividing his time licking Rita's melons and watching the action between Mr. Smithfield and Cher, couldn't help but notice the now completely visible brown orifice of Cher's. He pointed it out to Rita.
"Look it there," he whispered, "doesn't something as lovely as that deserve a good licking."
Rita stared at the alabaster rear end of the child and saw the way in which her husband's hands were pulling the two flaccid mons apart, revealing the crinkly brown diaphragm.
"You're goddamn right! I think I'll do the job!"
Rita got up and crouched between Ben's outspread legs. Cher's smooth buttocks was directly in front of Rita's face. There were so many possibilities Rita didn't know where to begin. For one thing, in the bent over position that Cher was in, Rita could easily see her husband's rod slipping in and out of the girl's pussy-hole. The first thing that Rita did was wrap a few of her fingers around the emerging cock and felt it slip through that digital ring. She was impressed at how hard the cock was, and how wet!
She wondered if she might not be able to shove her finger up into the girl's womb at the same time that her husband's weapon was in there. Crooking her first finger she placed it against the back of Cher's vulva, which was easy to get to through the girl's legs, and pushed it in. It fit, even if it was a tight fit! She could feel Ben's prick sliding past and she could feel the warm inner walls of Cher's vagina responding to the entering and exiting cock.
She popped her finger out of that over-crowded channel. The digit was covered with the sticky fluid one finds in an over-excited twat. Just perfect for lubing up an asshole!
Placing the finger on the raisiny, puckered hole Rita could feel the sphincter muscle contract every time Ben's cock slid into Cher's hole. It must have been some sort of involuntary action! With just a minor push at the right moment, into the anus, elastic and meaty, went Rita's finger!
"Yeeeoooww!" screamed Cher who now had Ben's cock up her pussy and Rita's finger up her ass. The husband and wife team began pumping away at the girl in tandem. When one pushed in, the other would pull out and vice versa. It wasn't very long before Cher was moaning away as she rocked back and forth above the supine man.
Rita took her free hand and slipped it under the belly of the quaking girl and slid it up until her hand touched the hanging tit of the teenager. Using hand motions that one would use to knead bread, Rita kneaded and massaged Cher's small jugs until the tips, red and cherry, were as hard as small dried peas.
Cher was shaking about violently from all the various stimulations the married couple were giving her. Her innards felt like they were turning to liquid, her breath was turning to fire. Whatever was left of her muscle control was being expended in keeping her hips bouncing up and down. In and out of her hole slid the man's thick member, vibrating deep into her soul, setting her pelvis on fire. The bones of her lower torso were quivering with vigor.
Meanwhile, pulsing in time with her own tingling sensations, Rita's digit was banging away at her bung-hole, pushing in and out of that tight ravine.
It was with a shock that Rita felt something entering her own cunt from the rear. It didn't take long to figure out that it was Mike's long prick slipping in for a rear entry.
"Ahhh!" she sighed, "I was waiting for that!"
"Me too!" added Mike as his hips started to fling his cock around inside her very wet cunt with wild abandon.
Soon all four of them were blazing away in their various passions, though they were all moving together in coordinated motions.
Ben was literally in heaven with his cock up the pussy-abyss of a teen angel. His huge prick burrowing ever deeper in that soft, orgasmic hole.
Rita was enjoying to the utmost buggering the young girl with her finger while squashing her small tits with her other hand.
Needless to say, Cher was having the most fun, being the center of this human sandwich and getting screwed in both holes at the same time. She was lost in moaning and wiggling about. The discharges flowing from her cunt hole were pouring down and pooling on Ben's stomach. Her dainty mouth was blowing hot moist air into his face.
Mike, who had been the last to join into the festivities was having as much nookie as any of the others. He was fucking at Mrs. Smithfield's cunt from the back side. His penis was slipping in and out of the thick lipped vulva which was accessible under the ass of the woman.
All four of them were huffing and puffing away on the bed. The bed was shaking away as if it was a fifth partner in the sex act. All four of them were simply dripping with sweat; a pleasant odor was rising from them all, a combination of sex-juices and perspiration.
Ceaselessly Mike corkscrewed his long peter in and out of the cornsilk covered pussy of Mrs. Smithfield. He could hear the married woman stammer and gurgle from the pleasure his sword was giving her every time he thrust it anew up her cunt-hole; her hole of ultimate joy.
With a kind of sordid fascination Rita kept up the tempo of her finger frigging of the young girl. It was interesting to see how her finger would sink into the fleshy interior of the teen's rectum. And when she pulled her finger out, the outer skin would pucker outwards, as if attached to her probing digit.
When her finger would lie all the way into the girl's ass, she would wave it back and forth, troubling inner organs that were not used to being touched so directly. She could feel the electric shivers that were shimmering through the youth's body; little tremors which broke apart her bones and vibrated her inner muscles.
Obscenely the fourteen year old girl quivered her hips up and down on the older man's dick, stroking with sadistic regularity even in the throes of sensuous passion. Her cunt was pouring forth juice and creams which were being beaten by the throbbing cock into a lather that was soaping up the lower regions of their bodies, making them give off suction noises every time they slapped together or pulled apart.
Ben, lying on his back could feel the small body of the girl bouncing around on his pelvis as if she was a living jumping bean. He could feel his cock buried in the tissuey furrow of the girl's cunt; he could feel her thrashing about, unrestrained and totally without morals.
Four humans, two adults and two teens flailing about, burning smoldering, undulating, fucking on one bed as if they were all one person. Genitals, hands and feet, organs, mouths, and assholes all intertwined and interlaced into one big orgasmic whole, ready to shoot off, ready to come in one large, gooky climax that would reach the moon!
Cher, who was getting it in her cunt and her asshole, not to mention the feel job that Rita was giving her little jugs, was the first to cross the border of no return.
She felt it building up like a lake behind a dam. And then she knew that that dam was going to break. The muscles and the tendons in her lower stomach pulled taut as if they were laces on a leather boot; her eyes shut tight to protect them from the blinding flash that accompanies a huge orgasm. Her legs closed as tight as they could considering the circumstances (a finger up her ass, a thick cock up her pussy), and her hands dug into the bed sheets.
"CCCAAAARRRUUUMMMMBBBBAAAAA!!" she blurted out as the first wave of passion swept over her frail body shaking it, wracking it to the very marrow of her bones. Out of her pussy spewed forth an extra batch of cream. Again and again she screamed until Ben thought he might go deaf.
Her cunt became a vortex, a living whirlpool that was swirling around the older man's penis. He could feel the inner shuddering, the subtle shimmerings, the gross explosions in the teen's tight organ. Her pussy became a seething swamp of boiling girl-cream and there was nothing she could do. He knew that he would shoot off his load in a second if she kept up the fiery firecracking!
Back and forth she rocked in a out-and-out frenzy, bending his burning tool in all sorts of un-likely ways, some of which were supremely pleasurable, while others bordered on pain.
After awhile her sprawling calmed down a bit and she leaned forward on to his stomach and built up a steady pace. His cock was bent backwards in this position so that the super-sensitive underbelly was rubbing against the slightly abrasive upper surface of her twat.
Stroke after stroke she kept up this rhythm and position for she was rubbing her clitty directly against the man's pelvis bone. For her, this was the best position she could be in for maintaining the glissando of orgasms that she was having. Not to mention that like this, her asshole was pulled open and Rita could ram her curious finger in even farther than normal.
Ben tried to contain himself, tried to keep his gism from rising up the tube of his long pecker, but the coming-girl that was riding him gave him no quarter or rest. Inch by inch he could feel the boiling come, come closer to spouting like a whale rising to the surface of the ocean.
"HHOOOTTTDDDOOOGGGG!!!" screamed the man as his will power snapped and his hips slammed into the teenager while his cock gushed forth with a fountain, of rising cream.
Wad after wad of thick, steaming come went flying to its destination deep in the pulsing womb of her crotch.
Wad after wad splashed against the back wall of her cunt, filling that hole to overflowing so that by the third major spurt, his cream was being forced out the sides of her slot and dripping down into puddles on the bed.
Wad after wad came tearing out of his hole, burning the inside of his cock with its temperature, churning his innards with its force.
His hips were rising and falling like a thick whip, slapping against the child's underside with a fever and a passion.
He was screaming as loud as Cher was. The two of them together were raising the roof and raising the hair on the back of Mrs. Smithfield's head.
Hearing her husband in the throes of passion, and knowing that a fourteen year old sassy high schooler was the cause of him coming that hard turned her on to the point where she too was helpless not to take the plunge.
Again and again she felt Mike's cock bang into her hole, whipping her steady production of cream into a froth of bubbling juice. She could not hold out, nor did she want to. She wanted to come with her husband even if she was one body removed.
With each new thrust of Mike's piston she moved one notch higher towards her zenith. With each new scream made by either Cher or her husband, Rita felt that much closer to the feeling that would soon overwhelm her.
Tighter and tighter did her muscles grow, while at the same time her bones became a funny sort of jelly that didn't seem capable of supporting her.
Her fingers held on to the smallish knobs of the teenager beneath her and pulled tight. Rita's lips sucked at the back bone of Cher. Her ass was fiercely tingling from the constant banging it had suffered from the hips of Mike.
She lost consciousness as the orgasm wholloped her across her skull and down through her back bone!
"CCCRRRRRAAAAAZZZZZIIIIIII!!" she screamed as the first wave of wanton climax washed over her trembling soul. The second wave quickly followed on the heels of the first, and then the third, and fourth, and fifth, and on and on. There was no stopping it and no way to count, let alone think. She became a gigantic pleasure machine moaning and cringing at the end of Mike's tool.
Without being able to control her actions any longer, her finger, which was still jammed up the anus of the girl below her, moved in and out of that tight hole at three, four times its previous speed. Cher's climax was overwhelming due to this fucking-fast finger frigging.
Mike was the only one who hadn't shot forth his seed, hadn't gone over the top of orgasm-hill, flag waving, gun shooting off.
But now with all three persons before him coming head over heels, it was hard for him to resist. It was a truly erotic vision.
He could see Mr. Smithfield on his back coming hard as Cher bouncing up and down over him. Mike knew that Mr. Smithfield's fat dick was firmly lodged deep in the flesh of the teenage girl.
He could also see Cher coming over and over again as the thick cock screwed her in her twat and Mrs. Smithfield fingered her in the ass.
And he could see Mrs. Smithfield wiggling on the end of his poker as if the world was coming to an end. It would have been a miracle if the boy didn't come, and no miracles were forth coming.
With a loud scream his cock went off like an atom bomb during an underground test. He was surprised when he didn't blow to bits Mrs. Smithfield's cunt-hole.
His sperm sizzled into her slot like hot buck shot. It combined with her own thick creams and essences to produce a magical substance that was able to keep his cock hard for longer than the usual time.
But maybe it stayed hard just cause Mrs. Smithfield had one hell of a sexy ass, and he could feel it swaying against the front of his hips.
He was holding on to the flying woman with his hands, which he had laid on the sides of her waist, just above her hips bones. In this position he could draw her tightly against his own thrusting pelvis and keep her tightly wedged on to his sputtering stick.
And sputter it did! Bomb after bomb of white sperm spewed out pisshole of his pecker while his hands grappled with the gyrating rear end of the lady before him.
At last his own ammunition ran out and his gun fell silent. With a slurping sound he removed his penis from her vagina and fell back across the bed.
And Rita too was exhausted by the fucking she had received. She pulled the plug out of Cher's ass and also fell to the bed.
Cher felt Ben's cock go soft in her pussy. He was spent and there was no sense trying to fuck a dead horse, as the saying goes. With ease she raised her hips up and felt the small, soft cock pop free of her cunt's grip. She rolled off to the side.
All four of them rested on the bed, trying to regain their respective breaths. Trying to make some sense of the overwhelming sensations they had just felt. It was, for instance, the first time that Rita and Ben had fucked someone else in the presence of each other.
All four were happily smiling though. The four-way had been a great success and they each took credit for the good fuck for themselves in their own heads.
"Boy! I never thought that a four-way would be four times as good," said Rita at last, breaking the silence.
"Me either!" added her husband.
"Me three!" chimed in Cher. She let her hand wander Over to touch the cock that had so recently given her so much pleasure.
"I must say Mrs. Smithfield," said Mike, "your cunt is perfect for rear entry."
"That's what I've always told her," said Ben. "Though I think she's good any old way you want to take her."
"I'm glad you boys enjoy me so much," said Rita smiling at all the compliments that were being heaped on her. "But don't you want to say anything about Cher, here. Personally, to me, to have that kid coming like she did under me was what finally did it!"
"I know what you mean!" piped in Ben. "What a twat! Too bad so much teenage cunt has to go to waste not being used, just saving it for some man in the future."
"That's pretty much changing these days," said Cher.
"I don't have any trouble getting as much cunt as I want," said Mike who was pulling lightly on the hairs of Rita's pussy. At first she kept waving him away, but he was persistent and she just ended up letting him pull as many hairs as he wanted. She could see by the fullness of his pecker that it was turning him on.
"What do we do now?" asked Cher who was fairly bored just lying around feeling up Ben's cock. "What would you like to do?" asked Rita. "How about if we all jump into that hot tub of yours and get cleaned up. And get fucked!"
"How about," countered Ben, "if we go swimming?"
"I'd like that, but where can we go, where, you know, we can do it?" asked Mike who had stopped pulling Mrs. Smithfield's cunt hairs, but was poling his finger around the flaps of her hole instead. One of his digits was flicking her labia minoria one way and then the other. It was so thin, it seemed nearly translucent.
"You know the Gildsteens, the people who live next door?" asked Ben.
"Sure, I mow their lawn," answered Mike.
"Well they went on vacation and left me the keys to their swimming pool. They said I could use it anytime I wanted."
"Far out!" exclaimed Cher, who was trying to poke her little finger up Mr. Smithfield's pisshole.
"What are we waiting for?" asked Rita.
"For one thing," said Mr. Smithfield, "while the pool itself it private, so that nobody can see us, we still have to go outside to get over there. I think that we better put on our clothes again!"
"Golly," said Cher, "I forgot that we were all naked!"
They jumped off of the bed and on to the floor searching around for the various pieces of clothing they had on originally. Their various shorts, shirts, halter tops, panties and pants were in piles scattered about helter-skelter. It took a few minutes before they all squeezed back into their clothing.
Ben took particular delight in watching Cher slink back into the brief panties that she wore. As soon as she was in them, the crotch piece once more rode up and deeply lodged between her thick outer lips.
He put his hand on the panty-covered rear-end of the girl. "I hear that you like being fucked in the ass?"
"Sure," said the fourteen year-old to the older man, "if it's done well. Maybe out in the pool. Swimming always makes my asshole soft and easy to get into!"