Chapter 2
Jason Carter was sprawled out in a deck chair, bare chested and wearing a pair of faded jeans. His hard-on bulged the crotch of his jeans. He was lean and broad shouldered, a handsome young man with rather long, sun-streaked blond hair.
Jason was a kept man, and at the moment he was contemplating whether he should take care of his hard-on with a quick hand-job, or save it for the voluptuous woman who paid his rent.
He slid a hand down and rubbed his bloated cock and balls, causing his prick to pause. He was a potent guy, and he knew that if he emptied his balls off now, he would easily be able to fill them up again when Veronica came to collect her reward for paying the rent, so that wasn't a consideration. But he was in a lazy mood and didn't feel like getting up to go into the house.
He glanced around, wondering if anyone would see him if he were to beat his meat right there on the sun deck. It wasn't really very private. A sort of catwalk ran the length of the houses, and the individual decks were enclosed only by low wooden railings, so he could be plainly seen by anyone walking along the plank walkway.
Still, Jason was proud of his colossal cock, and the idea of having someone see him jerking off was something of a turn-on for the vain fellow.
Just as he was trying to make up his mind about jacking off, and if so, where to do it, a gorgeous girl in a tiny black bikini came out on the deck next door.
For a moment, Jason thought it was Veronica.
But then he realized that although the girl looked a great deal like Veronica, she was younger-a mere teenager-and her curves were more nubile than voluptuous.
Holy cow, he thought, with a sudden realization.
He had known that Veronica and George Tracy had a teenaged daughter, but he hadn't realized that the girl was such a lovely little piece of ass.
She smiled at him across the low railing that separated the adjacent decks. Jason leered back at her in his most studied and lascivious manner.
Her young, suntanned flesh seemed to be spilling out from the stretchy swimsuit. The small halter left her deep cleavage exposed damned near down to the nipples, and the bikini bottoms were just a narrow wisp of cloth, a black triangle drawn tightly across her ripe loins and fastened at the sides by a drawstring. Her flanks were bare, as well as the half moons of her ass cheeks. The bikini barely concealed the plump vee of her pussy, and a narrow band ran up through the crack of her ass, hiding her ass-hole but leaving those delectable buns fully revealed.
The sight made Jason drool.
Barbara came walking up to the railing, still smiling. Jason gazed at her crotch. He could see a few wisps of curly auburn cunt hair poking from the crotch band of the swimsuit and the tight triangle of cloth seemed to be drawn right into her cunt slit.
Jason could always tell when a girl was interested and horny, and there was no mistaking this girl's present mood. He was sorely tempted to seduce her.
But he wasn't sure if it would be a wise idea. If Veronica found out that he was fucking with her daughter, it might put the future payment of his rent at grievous risk, through a combination of parental outrage and jealousy.
He decided to play it by ear.
"Hi," Barbara said, friendly as could be.
Jason nodded. He was very much aware of the cock-bulge in his tight jeans-and also aware that the brazen little minx was staring right at that big lump.
"I'm Barbara-I live next door," she said.
"I'm Jason," he replied.
She gave him a really impish look, sort of squirming around inside the tiny bikini.
"You got a hard-on?" she asked.
Jason blinked. Her tone of voice was deceptive-as if she were simply making a shy inquiry out of curiosity. But the look on her face was lustful.
"Errrr-why do you ask?" he said nervously.
Now the auburn-haired temptress managed to look shy and demure and playful, as if it were just a saucy game. She gave a little shrug that almost spilled her plump tits right out of her halter.
"Because I'm horny," she said, coming right out with it. "And I thought maybe you might like me to empty your balls for you."
"Oh, yeah!" Jason enthused.
It was evident that this was Veronica's daughter-and that she had inherited her lustful inclinations from her sexy mother.
His prick throbbed violently, and Jason figured it was well worth the risk.
Anyhow, it wasn't-likely that Veronica would find out about it, he reasoned.
But, in fact, Veronica's husband-Barbara's father-was already an interested spectator...
Just as Barbara had gone out onto the deck, her mother and father had come into the house by the door that faced on the street. Veronica was a magnificent-looking creature with an hourglass sort of body, and at the moment she was glowing radiantly with arousal.
George was a tall, brawny fellow and his big cock was rapidly swelling.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, darling," Veronica said. "Then we can go visit, okay?"
"You bet," he replied.
Veronica kept no secrets from her husband. George was well aware that she had paid Jason Carter's rent-and why. George fully approved of the arrangement. He didn't give a shit what naughty things his desirable wife was up to-not as long as he could watch!
"Ummm-I'm really looking forward to some hot young cockmeat," Veronica whispered huskily.
George's prick pounded like a jackhammer.
The prospect of watching his wife get her ass fucked off was making him tremendously horny. He was tempted to throw a fast fuck into her right now. But he knew that he would enjoy it more after he had enjoyed watching her fuck with the young stud next door.
Veronica went into the bathroom.
George wandered over to the riverside window to see if Jason was on his sun deck-and did a double take when he saw his sexy little daughter standing at the dividing rail, squirming around delectably in that skimpy bikini.
Why, that little minx is teasing her mother's lover, he thought.
The thought made him grin with delight. George was exceedingly tolerant.
He had enjoyed a good number of lustful, incestuous fantasies concerning his nubile little girl, himself. And now his prick began to really go on the rampage.
He looked and listened-and was rewarded by a thrilling performance to which he played the audience...
Barbara stepped nimbly across the rail, the effort almost bursting the seams of her bathing suit. Her waist was tiny, and she looked all ass and tits in that tiny bikini.
Jason sprawled back, thrusting his groin up. The well-packed crotch of his jeans was standing like a denim tent.
Barbara, really in the mood for some thrills, didn't hesitate for an instant. She didn't dare to, for fear that she might lose her nerve and resolve-for, after all, the girl was a virgin and her behavior was out of character.
She knelt gracefully beside the blond stud's deck chair.
"Shall I take it out?" she asked tremulously, gazing in awe at that massive cock-bulge.
Jason gave his groin a thrust of welcome and invitation and winked lewdly at the cute nymphette.
Barbara reached for his crotch...
Holy shit, her daddy thought. That little devil is gonna do more than just play the cock-teaser! She's gonna suck that guy's prick! Should I stop them?
The sight was so thrilling that he thought his eyeballs might melt. And no matter how dutiful and concerned a parent he was, there was no way that George, a confirmed voyeur, was going to interrupt an act that he so much yearned to watch.
He toyed for a moment with the idea of calling his wife, so that she, too, could enjoy the spectacle. But he decided against it. He knew that Veronica loved to play the peeper as much as he did, but she might draw the line with their own daughter doing the deed-or she might be feeling a bit possessive about Jason's prick and George didn't want to take the chance that Veronica might end the performance prematurely.
George didn't think that he had ever been so hot before. And the show hadn't even begun! He had enjoyed watching his sexy wife fuck and suck with plenty of men, and that had always been a visual treat. But this was even more thrilling-both because he was playing the secret and furtive observer and because it was his own little girl out there.
He was dimly aware of the sound of the shower running and knew that as long as that sound was in the back of his awareness he would have an uninterrupted viewing...
And so, in blissful ignorance and randy anticipation, Veronica was showering in preparation for fucking Jason while her husband looked on approvingly. And that husband, who was also a father, was at that very moment spying on their daughter who-also in blissful ignorance of being observed-prepared to suck her mother's lover's cock.
Barbara unbuttoned Jason's fly with tantalizing slowness. Then she unsnapped the waistband of his jeans. His fly flew open, the flaps forming a wide wedge. He wasn't wearing any underwear-and his prick launched itself like a rocket from his open jeans.
"Fucking hell!" the girl exclaimed, when she saw the full magnitude of his cockmeat.
Jason's cock was as long and as thick as the rubber dildo in her mom's panty drawer-and it looked a whole lot more inviting, all hot and meaty and full of cum!
The huge purple slab of his cock head was gleaming and thick veins were writhing up the underside of his cockshaft.
Barbara reached into his fly and hauled his hairy balls out, too. Then she leaned back slightly to stare at his cock and balls in proper perspective.
"Gosh!" she moaned, softly.
She had played with a few pricks, but she had never seen or touched one nearly as gigantic as Jason's meaty masterpiece of a fucker. Barbara felt almost intimidated by the size of that formidable cock lance.
Jason drew his lips back from his white teeth in a grin as he watched that pretty little face hover close to his cock and balls.
Barbara licked her lips and her nostrils twitched as she inhaled the pungent aroma of overheated cockmeat. Her eyes were misty with desire, and she was drooling.
He could feel her breath waft over his prick as she panted over him, whimpering in hungry expectation.
His cock-knob was pulsing in and out like a purple lung inhaling lustfully, and it was so fiery hot that she thought it had begun to smoke. She ran her gaze up and down the cock stalk. His balls were like over-inflated balloons, making her mouth water at the thought of how much delicious cum they must contain to be so bloated.
She gazed timidly up at his handsome face.
"Be my guest," he rasped.
He worked his prick sinew, making the enormous cock lance jerk.
Barbara reached out shyly and touched her fingertips against his hairy balls. She drew her hand back instantly, as if she had touched a hot stove.
"Cmon, kid-play with my prick," he urged.
She touched him again, lightly running her fingers up his prickshaft, stroking along the pounding ventral vein and then fingering the mighty slab of his cock head.
She rubbed her thumb against the sensitive underside of his wedge-shaped cock head, where the thick, dark vein spread out in a meaty delta.
His piss hole opened under the stimulation of her caress and a thick, clear glob of pre-cum squeezed out and ran sluggishly down the purple slab of his slick cock head.
Barbara drew away with a gasp.
Jason frowned, thinking that the sight of that hot slime might have repelled her-that maybe she hadn't realized what she had in store for her and, to his utter frustration, had changed her mind.
But Barbara was whimpering hungrily as she gazed at that succulent-looking pre-cum. It was frothing his prick-knob like whipped cream on a fat plum, and her mouth was watering more than ever when she realized what a treat she had ahead of her.
She reached behind her back and undid her halter.
The girl was thinking that there was liable to be jism spraying all over the place when he shot his cum-load, and she didn't want to have to explain to her mother why there were cum stains on her bikini.
Her fat tits fell free, bobbing saucily. Her nipples stood out like little rosy rockets ready to blast off from the pink areola launching pads.
Jason stared at her in admiration. She had one knee lifted up and he could see that the crotch band of her bikini was soaked through with creamy cunt juice. The outline of her swollen clit stood out against the sodden material.
He was thinking that it would be a pleasure to eat out that tender young pussy.
But evidently she was going to deal with his cock first, for she left the bikini bottoms on and reached out to fondle him again. She cupped his balls in her palm, lifting gently, as if weighing his cum-load.
Barbara could feel the cum slosh around inside the guy's hairy balls as she jiggled them. She thought that she could even hear that slimy tide shifting around.
"Jeez-your balls are so full!" she sighed.
"Empty the fuckers," he croaked.
Holding his balls in one hand, she folded the other fist around his thick cockshaft. She skimmed lightly up and down, then tightened her grip and pumped.
As she pulled up, his foreskin curled in a fleshy carpet over the ledge of his cock head, and as she pulled back down towards the root, his cock head flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.
Tilting her wrist, she angled his cock down. His hard-on was much too stiff to bend and his ass nearly hiked up from the deck chair on the end of that meaty lever.
She rubbed his slimy cock head against a stiff tit tip, the brushed it against the other. Pre-cum foamed on those perky pink nubbins.
She nudged his prick tip into the cleft between her tits and, still holding his cockshaft with both hands, brought her elbows in to deepen the cleavage, enveloping his iron-hard fucker in her velvet-soft tit tunnel.
Jason humped, fucking up between her plump tits. His flushed cock head came squeezing out from between the tit globes and skimmed on up her breastbone, nudging into the fluttering hollow of the girl's throat.
Pre-cum was flowing steadily now, laying a glistening trail out of her cleavage and up her chest. Her radiant face tipped down and her eyes turned inwards as she watched his cock-knob slide out from between her tits.
He shoved his big slimy prick close to her pretty mouth.
"Suck it!" he gasped.
Barbara's silken eyelashes fluttered over the gold-flecked green orbs of her eyes. Her pink lapper was sliding back and forth across her parted lips.
Jason humped again, tit-fucking her, his cock head towering up towards her down-turned face. Her lustful expression showed that she was fascinated and intrigued by his enormous fucker, but she didn't go down on him yet.
Jason figured that he was going to have to settle for a hand-job or, at best, a tit-fuck. With his balls so full of fuck-juice that he thought they might blow out suddenly, like a punctured balloon, the young man was not about to argue. She could drain his balls however she wanted to, as long as he got his rocks off.
Her daddy, too, thought that the girl had backed out of the promised blow-job. He grated his teeth and groaned, rolling his eyes. He, too, was ready to settle for anything. He would have adored to watch his little girl sucking cock, but he would be satisfied by the sight of her simply jacking the young man off by hand and seeing his jism spurt on her bare tits.
Jason shoved his prick up her tit cleft again, grunting, his ass jerking up from the deck chair. But then Barbara drew back and his prick came out of her cleavage like a crowbar slipping off its fulcrum.
His stiff fucker snapped up and the cock-knob whacked against his flat belly with a dull thud.
"I-I've never sucked a cock," she murmured chastely.
"Jerk me off, then!" Jason urged.
"But-but I want to," added Barbara.
She parted her lips and showed him-and her daddy-her salivating tongue.
"Yeah! Do it!" Jason cried.
"Yeah, suck him!" croaked her father, with equal enthusiasm...