Chapter 4
Jason stared almost in awe at the delectable nymphette as she sat there licking her cummy lips.
"You've got a magic mouth, kid," he croaked.
"I just love sucking you off, Jason," she replied. "I'm so glad that we're neighbors, now."
"You suck cock even better than...errr!" Jason cut his words off with a stammer, realizing that it might not be a good idea to mention that her mother, too, gave him enthusiastic blow-jobs-or that her daddy like to watch.
He had no idea what a treat they had just given that avid parental onlooker.
"Hummmm?" she asked, expecting another compliment. "I suck better than what?"
"Than I had hoped for," he finished lamely.
Barbara wasn't at all suspicious of the break in his statement and she glowed proudly at his appreciation.
"Well, I'm glad that you enjoyed it, Jason, 'cause I'm looking forward to sucking your cock a lot. I wanna milk your balls every day." She paused and frowned slightly. "You don't have another girlfriend, do you? I'd sure hate to have to share your spunk with some other bitch cock-sucker."
"Ahhh . . . not really."
She reached out and flicked her finger against his stiff prick making it vibrate. His cockmeat had remained rock hard and his balls, she happily noticed, were already beginning to swell again.
She thought she might suck him off again.
But then she realized how hot her cunt had gotten.
While she had been pleasuring her mouth, she hadn't been paying much attention to her cunt. But now that he had slaked her appetite-for the moment-she figured it was time to pay some attention to her neglected pussy.
She thought for a moment.
She was a virgin-but did she want to remain one?
Hell, no! A cherry was only a burden.
And who better to plunder her pussy than this handsome guy who had already deflowered her mouth?
"Jason?" she whispered.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and jerked it like the crank of an old-fashioned car, making sure that it was still stiff enough for the job she needed done.
"Don't break it off," he groaned.
"It's still nice and big and hard."
"Jeez-you still hungry, kid?" he asked her, impressed by her nubile vitality.
"Well-I think I'm always gonna be cock-hungry, now that I know how delicious cum is-but-" she lowered her eyes demurely. "I thought maybe you might like to fuck my cunt, now that you've had my mouth."
Jason grinned and his hard-on vibrated.
"Yeah! Let's go in the house. I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass off, baby!"
Into his rented house they went.
Her father was sorry to see them go.
After all, he had paid that rent...
George trembled at the window, wishing they had started to fuck on the sun deck so that he could have witnessed the loss of his daughter's cherry. He was wondering if he might sneak over for another peep session. He had a key to the place, of course, so that he could let himself in in case their young neighbor happened to have his cock stuck up his wife's cunt and couldn't answer the door.
But then the sound of the shower ceased.
And George found that he had a problem.
Veronica was eager to go next door and get a cuntful of Jason's splendid prick.
George was equally keen to watch that action, playing the cuckold gracefully. But they couldn't very well go over now, or they were going to catch Jason fucking their little girl. And George wasn't at all sure how Veronica would react to that.
He didn't want anyone to be embarrassed.
And furthermore, he wanted no interference with whatever future fucking there might be, in case he was lucky enough to have a ringside seat.
Also, he was desperate to sink his cock into Veronica and unload the massive burden of his balls. He was going to explode in his pants if he didn't get his rocks off soon.
The only thing to do, he decided, was to throw a fuck into his wife before she went next door-to give Jason and Barbara time to finish fucking, and also to take the tremendous pressure off his own prick.
She would no doubt wonder why he wanted to fuck before he watched her being unfaithful. But she had no reason to suspect the truth.
George stepped back from the window, opening his fly as he did so. His hard-on leaped out and loomed up. When he turned, his prick swung around like a cannon mounted on the turret of a battleship.
He followed that jutting figurehead down the hallway to the master bedroom, his head and shoulders thrown back as if to counterbalance the weight of his prick.
Veronica was sitting on the side of the bed, naked except for a sexy black garter belt and in the process of rolling a black silk stocking up her shapely thigh. She was dressing for the occasion, knowing that her husband liked to see her wearing a sexy garter belt and stockings while she fucked and sucked with other guys.
George paused in the doorway, watching her lustfully, his prick standing like a periscope as if it, too, were gazing at her gorgeous red-haired pussy.
She snapped the stocking to the garter belt and began to roll the other one up, then she noticed her husband. She also noticed that he had his stiff cock sticking out. She raised her eyebrows inquisitively as she snapped the other stocking to the belt, then sat upright.
Her thighs were parted and her hairy cunt muff was framed by the black straps, belt and stockings, forming a mouthwatering pussy picture.
George grinned lewdly.
Veronica smiled back, but she looked a bit puzzled, not knowing if or why her husband wanted to break the usual pattern or routine of their love life.
They fucked a lot and at any time of the day or night, but when it was arranged for Veronica to fuck some other man, George invariably waited until after he had watched them fuck before he sank his own cockmeat into her.
Now he followed his prick towards the bed.
"Don't you want to wait until I've balled Jason, darling?" she asked, tilting her head quizzically.
But it was evident that she didn't mind his approach, for her pussy, which had been sopping wet anyhow, in her anticipation of a good fucking from the stud next door, began to really spill out the juice.
Her pink cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower streaked with dew, and her open cunt slot was flooded. Her clit stood out, dripping, from that swamp.
The sight caused George's tongue to slither out. That bloated lapper seemed to be too swollen to fit in his mouth and the salivating tip came pushing out between his lips.
His cock was raging for a hot, wet fuck-hole. But Veronica's pussy looked so fucking delicious, soaking wet and framed by the garter belt and straps that he decided he simply had to give her a bit of tongue-fucking foreplay.
George knelt down between her legs.
"Ooooooh!" Veronica squealed delightedly.
She had never turned down a cunt-lapping from anyone, man or woman, and she was not about to question her husband's motives now.
She had no cause to suspect that, as he sank his lapper up her creamy pussy gash, George was going to be thinking about their cute teenaged daughter.
He lowered his head over her groin and gazed down at that dewy delicacy between her lush thighs. Her pussy looked like a succulent shellfish coated in a cream sauce and served on a hairy platter.
His tongue lashed at the air, as if he were getting it limbered up, warming the lapper muscles up for the vigorous exercise ahead.
Veronica leaned back on her hands and jerked her pelvis up, serving her cunt on the tray of her crotch. George held her by her hipbones and tipped her groin up a bit higher. He was staring so intently at the juicy confection that he was like a French chef checking out some culinary masterpiece for consistency and texture.
Her clit shot out as if that taut bud were trying to fly right up into his mouth even before he touched her pussy. Cunt juice poured from her fuck-slot, thick as a vanilla milkshake. The pungent perfume of overheated pussy rose in steamy waves to his nostrils.
George hovered there, teasing her by delaying the vital contact.
"Eat me out, darling!" she moaned. "Dive on my cunt-before I just cream off from having you staring at me-before I melt on your fucking gaze!"
George groaned and lowered his head into the vee of her crotch. His nose hit her clit, then stirred in her drenched fuck-slot. His tongue slurped over the open folds of her cunt, darted against her clit, then stabbed up into her smoldering fuck-hole.
It was like sticking his lapper into a hot oven. He thought his tongue might boil in that fiery fuck-hole. He tongue-fucked in and out, licking the intricate pussy folds, laving out the nooks and crannies of her cunt as far up that steaming tunnel as his tongue would reach.
Veronica's ass danced in a wild waltz on the edge of the bed as she ground her cunt against his face. Her shapely thighs clamped around his head for a moment, trapping him in a velvet vise. But there was no need to hold him prisoner in her pussy, and she threw her legs wide apart again, giving him full access to wallow as he would.
He used only his tongue for a few moments, then clamped his lips to her cunt slot and began to suck. Hot pussy juices bubbled past his lips and soaked his tongue. He was French kissing her cunt as if it were a bearded mouth, sucking on the rim as he tongue-fucked up the slot.
Veronica arched and bridged, pumping her pussy against his mouth, mopping his whole face with her soaking cunt muff. He was coated with cunt juice from chin to brow as he gobbled her gooey cunt gash ravenously.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" she wailed. "Munch my muff, darling-make me melt in your mouth!"
He was sucking her pussy expertly, giving her head as skillfully as any man could-although she knew a few women who might surpass his talents and techniques since, having cunts of their own, girls know more about them.
Cunt cream cascaded down her crotch, lathering her groin and soaking into the tight crack of her ass.
George slid down and started lapping up the overflow. He stuck his tongue between the cheeks of her up-thrust ass and then dragged it on up with a long, slurping stroke. He repeated that rippling caress, his lapper starting at her ass-hole and pulling slowly up through her open cunt gash, then flipping out into her cunt bush at the top of the stroke. His tongue lay in her auburn pussy curls for a moment, like a pink lizard basking on a mossy rock.
Then he dove on her pussy again, sucking and licking with total enthusiasm.
He slobbered into her cunt hole, then sucked his own saliva back into his mouth, flavored by her pussy. She was so wet now that his tongue was floating up her fuck-tunnel like a pliable boat in a morass.
Writhing wantonly against his head, Veronica wailed: "Yeah-yeah-juice my cunt up for Jason's cock, darling! I wanna be full of your drool when he pumps his prick up me!"
Her words inspired George, and he began to suck like a vacuum cleaner, damned near pulling her pussy inside out.
"And you can suck me off again-after Jason has filled me full of fuck-juice-" she panted.
His mouth massaged her cunt voraciously, and Veronica began to shake and shudder convulsively as the spasms of her cumming began to jolt her loins.
Her feet flew up, pedaling above his head. She jerked her cunt up and down against his mouth. Her cunt was like a mouth, itself, now-pulling and sucking hungrily, as if her cunt were trying to swallow his tongue.
Her clit blasted off in his lips and the core of her cunt melted. Woman-cum poured down her fuck-tunnel and broke in foaming waves over his lips. He shot his tongue up against that rushing current of cunt cream, lapping it greedily from her pussy. It filled his mouth, all sizzling hot, and his tongue soaked it up like a sponge.
George sucked her through the rising waves, then mouthed her gently down through the ebbing spasms.
Drained and content, Veronica sprawled back across the bed, squirming sensually.
George kept sucking softly, swallowing her creamy cum, then used his tongue to lap up the spillage from her crotch and ass crack.
Presently, he raised his head out of her groin, his jaw dripping like a wolf looking up from a carcass.
"Thank you, darling-that was lovely," she purred.
It had been a most satisfying cum, no doubt about that. But Veronica was an insatiable sort of woman. And creaming on a tongue always made her horny for a prick-as if her pussy, sucked dry, needed to be refilled by a load of hot, thick cock cream.
"Shall we go see Jason now?" she asked.
She started to twist up to a sitting position, but George held her hips and shoved her back down onto the bed as he rose from his kneeling position.
His cock stood up lewdly. Horny as hell before he began to eat her pussy, George was like a raging bull now. His prick looked so smoldering hot that Veronica thought if she were to blow on it, his cock might burst into flames, igniting like a fiery brand.
He aimed his fucker at her cunt slot.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Then she cried out as he slammed his ass and hips forward and buried every inch of his massive prick into her fuck-hole.
He began to fuck her furiously.
He rammed his cock into her with primitive passion, bestial lust, primordial frenzy. Veronica was momentarily overwhelmed, stunned by his savage assault.
He had never thrown the meat to her with such lustful abandon. He was usually a gentle and tender lover. Even after that memorable time when he had spent hours watching while she got gang-banged by seven traveling salesmen and a bellhop, he hadn't reacted with such violence.
Veronica wondered what had inspired such rate and raging fuck-lust in her husband.
But, loving it, she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth-and he was slamming his prick into her like a horse, as well, his eyes wild and white, his mouth foaming like a rutting stallion's, his gigantic cock fucking into the very core of her cunt.
He was fucking her so deep that it made Veronica feel like a virgin again. She could feel his cock head fucking into unexplored regions of her pussy.
Then the wanton woman began to react with equal frenzy, her ass churning, her hips driving like pistons, her gently rounded belly pumping furiously. She met him stroke for stroke, slamming her cunt upward as he fucked in and rolling her hips as he pulled back out.
George was feeding her fuck-hole with full strokes, drawing back until only the very tip of his cock head was stuck in her cunt gash, then fucking it all in balls-deep again.
He was fucking her to pieces, nearly tearing her apart on his prick, pounding her to jelly with his jolting fuck-thrusts. His cock was plowing in so far that she half expected it to come out of her fucking mouth.
George was so frantic with pent-up passion and the fucking was so dynamic that it couldn't last long.
He began to snort like a bull. His cock hissed into her cunt like a red-hot crowbar. Huge as it was, his cock was swelling even more now, on the cum-strokes.
"Shoot in me!" Veronica screamed, so hot now that she knew that only the foam of his cum-load could extinguish the fires of the friction.
He gasped and lurched, and his cum-load hit her so hard and heavy that he almost blew her cunt right off the end of his prick.
He poured the jizz into her in a steady torrent, so much of the steaming stuff that she thought her heart and lungs must be floating in slime, that she could feel his cum spilling into her mouth from out of her gullet.
Her cunt dissolved on his cum-gushing cock as he filled that carnal caldron to the brim.
She felt his last titanic spurt of cum burst inside her pussy and run swirling through her cunt depths. She pumped her pussy on his prick, working her own cumming off along with him. The dregs of his fuck-juice trickled out as he slowed down. Then he stopped fucking.
Veronica felt one last spurt of jism distinctly come out of his piss hole to join the flood.
She stopped moving, too, and they lay motionless together, with his cock still jammed balls-deep up her pussy.
The friction of that frantic fucking had been so intense that Veronica had the fanciful idea that his cock and her cunt might have melted and had solidified again-fused together, bonded into one bolt and socket.
"What a lovely fucking, darling," she sighed.
George grunted against her shoulder.
"I don't know if my cunt can take anymore-I might have to let Jason fuck me in the mouth," she said. "Ummmm? Would you like to watch your wife drink his cum?"
George didn't reply.
But his prick did, starting to throb again as her words recalled the graphic image of Jason squirting his steaming jism into their little girl's mouth.
George trembled, breathing deeply.
He knew that Veronica was eager to visit Jason now, and he was equally keen to enjoy that visit-but he mustn't allow her to go next door until he had given their daughter enough time to get fucked and leave.
Starting slowly, this time, George began fucking his wife again.
Loving it, she still wondered why.