Chapter 3
Libby's tremendous orgasm eased off, dying down to occasional jerks and twitches. Her arms relaxed their grasp on poor Clint and he could breathe freely once more. Her legs slipped from around his small, hard, cowboy's ass and dropped to the sofa bed. Her panting died away.
"God, Clint, that was fabulous," she gasped.
"That is, if anything, an understatement," he panted in reply. "Jesus, I don't know what it would be like to fuck you if you were experienced!"
Both of them turned toward the door, startled to hear knocking and a voice calling.
"Mr. Forsyth! Miss Rollins! Are you there! Is everything all right?"
The pair on the bed looked at each other and Clint said, "Good god, I wonder how long Angie's been there knocking. I didn't hear her before, did you?"
"God, no!" Libby grunted. "Do you suppose she knows what we're doing?"
Forsyth chuckled. "Probably. I think the youngster's used this bed enough times to have a fucking good idea of what we were doing."
Now Libby was shocked.
"You mean, that pretty young thing is, uh, experienced?".
This time Clint laughed out loud. "Yeah, to put it mildly. She may be young and pretty and innocent-looking, and she's smarter than a whip, but that young lady is the all-time champion fucker of this country. She started young and she don't show any signs of stopping."
"Well." Libby had an idea. "What do you think? Should we invite her in?"
Clint looked at her with new interest. "Sounds like fun if you're up to it."
He rolled off of her and Libby got up and padded across the deep, soft carpeting to the door. She stood behind it as she unlocked it and opened it a crack.
"Oh, hi, Angie. We're just fine. If you like you can come in and see for yourself. Is there anybody at the desk up front?
The girl peered curiously at Libby's face through the small crack.
"Yeah, I got somebody to take the desk for me. You've been here so long that I, well, I guess maybe I got a little worried."
Clint called from the sofa bed. "Yeah, and maybe a little jealous, too?"
Angie giggled. "Yeah, maybe that, too."
Mock-seriously, Libby asked, "Jealous? Of what? Jealous of me?"
"Well," Angie replied hesitantly. "Sort of. I mean, you're all grown up and everything, and anybody can see you're a gorgeous woman, and you have those fantastic tits, and, well, I guess, yeah, I'm jealous of you."
Surprised, Libby questioned. "You mean, ah, that you and Mr. Forsyth, well, that you..."
Angie answered before Libby could complete her stammering question.
"Yeah. I mean, well, I really like to fuck, you see, and I guess at one time or another I've taken on about every man in town. Some of the women, too. I mean, like Vinnie McCabe. Now we have a lot of fun, but it doesn't hold a candle to a good, stiff cock. And let me tell you, there aren't many as good and stiff or as well-used as Mr. Forsyth's!"
Clint heard what she said and called out. "Well, thanks for the testimonial, Angie. I guess if anybody should know, it's you! So anyway, why don't you come on in and join us?"
"Sure, why not," the youngster agreed. "I'm hornier than shit this morning. The goofball I was out with last night didn't know piss about fuckin'. AH he wanted to do was get his rocks off and didn't care shit about me!"
Angela Pryor was petite, hardly over five feet tall. She had a tiny waist, narrow shoulders, slim but shapely legs, and sleekly rounded hips. Her face was thin, but very pretty: pale, with a dusting of brown freckles across the bridge of her nose and her cheekbones. Her lips were pale, but generous.
In the modest housedress she was wearing, she looked to be quite flat-chested. She also looked terribly young and vulnerable, which was something Angie depended on. When people saw her, they found it very hard to believe the reputation she'd earned for herself. In truth, Angie was neither innocent, nor particularly sweet. Because so many people couldn't accept the fact that little Angie was a sexual acrobat, and wildly experimental, she got away with things that nobody else was ever able to manage.
Little Angie was nearly undressed. The prim-looking dress she wore zipped from neck to hemline, and Angie had nothing on underneath it. All she wore was the dress, her shoes, and two little bandages over her nipples. Libby didn't understand the reason for the bandages until the girl peeled them off.
Angie's breasts were much larger than they appeared. Much larger, but they didn't stick out. They were wide, but close to her chest, broad and round, but shallow. When she pulled the bandages off, though, Libby understood why she wore them.
Angie had big nipples. Very big, round, plum-like. They poked out of her broad, shallow tits like pinkish-red steel rods. Angie was proud of her unusual nips. To demonstrate one of her rare talents, she hung her lightweight summer dress from one of the jutting nipples. The dress didn't fall off.
"Jesus Christ!" Libby sighed in awe. "I mean, I know I've got exceptional nipples, but yours are really something else, Angie."
"Yeah," the girl agreed. "They are, aren't they? Here, feel 'em."
Libby couldn't resist the invitation. The girl's rigid nipples drew her like a magnet. She reached a hand out and flipped a finger across Angie's incredibly stiff nipple. It was like bending a thick rubber eraser, it was so hard and stiff.
"My god!" Libby exclaimed. "Are they always like that?"
"Only when I'm turned on," Angie giggled, "which means almost always."
Libby noticed something else about the teenager, too. Poking out through the thick thatch of cunt-hair was a little, pink lump that looked almost like a baby's cock. Except it also looked hard and hot. Without thinking, Libby reached down to Angie's pussy, stroked her silky cunt-hair, then let her fingers wander to the odd prick-like thing. The instant her fingers touched it, Angie gave a low scream of utter delight.
"My god!" Libby gasped, shocked. "What did I do? What is that thing?"
"What you did, Miss Rollins, is you got me off, and what you touched is my clit. It's really sensitive, and it sticks out so far that when I accidentally bump into something, like a counter or the edge of a desk, whammo-instant orgasm! It used to embarrass me, but by now most everybody knows, so it doesn't bother me that much any more."
Curious, Libby got down on her knees and examined little Angie's big clit more closely. "Jesus, Angie, that's got to be the longest, hardest, biggest clit I've ever seen!"
"Yeah," the girl replied. "It's kind of freaky, but neat. It sure as hell makes it easy for me to get off, and I can't hardly think of anything
I like to do better than get off, anyway I can. Except nothing beats doing it with a big, hard cock in my creaming pussy! But, yeah, my clit really is big. Old Doc Townsend told me it's the biggest one he's seen in fifty years of medical practice."
Clinton Forsyth had been silently watching the two gorgeous women, the small, lovely youngster and the tall, striking older girl. He found them both exceptionally sexy to look at and to listen to. His big cock was already back to a full, thick, towering erection again, throbbing and jerking with the need to fuck.
"Hey, you two, I didn't ask Angie to come in so you could discuss your sex organs! I asked her in so we could put them to proper use! Much as I might like to, I can't spend the whole fucking day here fucking! I got work to do."
"And I need to get fucked," Angie responded. "I don't care what else happens, but I need your cock in my cunt, Mr. Forsyth!"
"That's fine with me," he agreed, "but what about Miss Rollins?"
"I guess either I eat her or you do. What would you rather, Miss Rollins?" Angie asked.
Libby laughed. "It really doesn't matter, I guess. Which of you is the best cunt-lapper?"
"That's easy," the girl replied. "I am. Besides, I don't think Mr. Forsyth looks in the mood for eating this morning."
Angie skipped over to the sofa bed and dived onto it, then rolled over, her legs already spread wide and her knees partially drawn up to reveal her pretty little flower of a pussy, dripping with cream and eager to fuck. In that position, her amazing clit looked even bigger and more cock-like. Then she changed her mind and rolled back on her belly and got on her hands and knees.
"Fuck me doggy-style, Mr. Forsyth!" she demanded. "You lie down in front of me so I can eat your cunt, Miss Rollins. I'm hot and ready, so let's get at it!"
Libby climbed onto the big sofa bed and spread out in front of the girl. Clint Forsyth got on his knees behind Angie, his big cock swaying as he crept closer. When his cock nudged into Angie's eager pussy, she let out another little squeal of delight and thrust her ass back into his groin, gobbling up his great cock in her hungry cunt.
To Libby, it looked almost like magic. "Jesus, Angie, how did you do that?"
"It's easy. I guess it takes a little practice, is all. And you have to be really wet, or else use oil, because it can hurt like a son of a bitch. I'm almost always wet. I don't wear panties 'cause it's easier for me to dry my pussy. Besides, I don't like the feel of wet panties. When I wear jeans or shorts, I usually have to wear a tampon to keep the crotch dry." She giggled. "I'd rather wear a skirt and have the air flow freely around my pussy. And if something should come along, well, I'm all ready to fuck, too."
"My god, girl! Doesn't anything embarrass you?"
"Not much," Angie laughed. "Not that has to do with sex, anyway. Shit, people around here know me, so what the fuck difference does it make?"
Angie put a hand on each of Libby's long, sleek, but muscular thighs and spread them farther apart, then bent her head down. Libby discovered the girl had something else exceptional: she had a very long and very skilled tongue! And knew how to use it. She was even better than Lavina McCabe!
A thought came to Libby and she asked, "Angie, you have a refreshingly different attitude about sex. How come you don't fuck for money?"
The teenager lifted her head. "Oh, I thought about it a couple of times, but then it wouldn't be fun. I really like to fuck and I really dig sex in just about any form, but doing it for money just wouldn't be the same. I'll stick to giving it away and enjoying it."
She put her face back down between Libby's thighs and went back to using her long, talented tongue. Angie licked delicately and tenderly around Libby's swelling pussy-lips, darting her tongue along the slit to lap up Libby's oozing juices, then back to the outer edges of her pussy-lips again. With each lap of Libby's flowing cream, the pointed tip of Angie's tongue would dip deeper within Libby's slit until finally her tongue was thrusting right into Libby's hot, eager fuck-hole.
Angie's body was shuddering. Wave after continuous wave of climactic spasms surged through the girl with every pistoning thrust of Forsyth's mighty cock. Libby was astounded by the frequency and depth of Angie's orgasms and thought the kid had to be some kind of an over-stimulated sex maniac!
The steady twitching and shivering of Angie's delicate body didn't reach her head, though. She continued lapping and tongue-fucking Libby's pretty cunt. While still sucking up Libby's cream and swirling her long tongue deep into Libby's fuck-canal, Angie would periodically run her tongue up and down Libby's stiff clit-shaft. Then she would tenderly lick the super-sensitive clit-head that was erect and forced out of its protective hood.
Libby let out a tiny gasp of pleasure as a wave of delicate spasms swept through her long, firm body. Angie loved to give as well as receive pleasure, and each time she sensed one of Libby's little climaxes, she would pause to let the older woman enjoy it, then get back to work.
Forsyth's big cock was plunging full strokes into Angie's experienced, but tight and strongly muscled pussy. He withdrew until only the tip of his heavy prick-head was between the youngster's fuck-fattened cunt-lips, then pumped his hips forward, driving his cock deep into her pussy until the head of his mighty fuck-rod was deep in her belly.
Angie was caught up in the rhythm of the fuck and plunged her long tongue deep into Libby's cunt with each stroke of Clint's great cock.
Both girls were getting higher and higher on sexual stress; both were getting that sensation of really needing to have their big climax.
Angie rocked back and forth on her knees, jamming her ass into Clint's groin on each backstroke, shoving her tongue deep into Libby's steaming pussy on each forward stroke. Angie shuddered constantly, the power and depth of her climaxes increasing by the minute.
Libby reacted as well, her lips arching upward in time with Angie's tongue-thrusts into her hot, excited cunt. Libby rapidly approached her major climax. It was almost as if she had no control over her own body. Her hips thrust upward in a steady, fuck rhythm. Her cunt-muscles moved to the same timing, grasping at Angie's teasing, pleasing tongue. Deeper, stronger waves of tremors washed through her torso and shuddered down her inner thighs.
Libby's hands flew to her bulging tits. She kneaded the firm flesh for a minute, her fingers working their way to her pink, puffed-out areolas and her big, plum-like nipples. She pinched and twisted her nipples in time with Angie's probing tongue.
Libby needed stronger stimulation. While still pinching and twisting one turgid nip with her fingers, she hoisted her other big, solid tit toward her mouth. Bending her head as far forward as she could, she sucked in her enormous " nipple, rolled it between her lips, then licked across the sensitive, pebbled end with her tongue.
Angie found Libby's G-spot. Her tongue slithered across that ultra-sensitive little place under Libby's pubic bone, and the streaking spasm that blasted through Libby's body caused Libby to accidentally bite down on her hard, hot nipple. Her hips thrust forcefully upward, grinding Angie's face into her oozing, creaming cunt. Her strong cunt-muscles clamped down on Angie's long tongue, holding it in place, almost forcing Angie's tongue to swirl around her G-spot again. Angie's nose ground into Libby's taut, tender, clit.
Libby's orgasm was triggered. Huge, powerful spasms thundered from her sucking, grasping cunt to her flaming, throbbing clit. Lightning strokes of sexual electricity shot from her clit to her throbbing nipples. Earthquake-like tremors shuddered through her torso. Her legs twitched as the shaking waves shot down her inner thighs from her twitching clit.
"Oh, shit almighty! Oh, goddamn fucking shit! Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, god, this is unbelievable! Ooooohhh!" Libby wailed as she practically doubled up with the strength of the last, final, thundering, blasting spasm.
Libby's breathing gradually dropped to normal, and her shakes and twitches died away.
She realized that she had Angie's head held in a vise-like grip between her legs, almost smothering the poor kid in her rich mat of pussy-fur.
"Oh, god, Angie, I'm sorry," she murmured, opening her legs so the younger woman could get air. "I didn't mean to do that. Shit, I didn't even know I did it until my orgasm was over!"
Angie looked up at her, her mouth wet with cunt-cream, and smiled. "That's okay, Miss Rollins. It just made me lick and suck your lovely pussy-juice all the harder."
Angie panted to regain her breath as she continued to push her pretty ass into Clint Forsyth's groin, keeping his long, fat, rigid cock pistoning to the hilt in her stunning, steaming cunt.
"If it's okay with you, Miss Rollins, could you play with my nipples and maybe suck on
'em and nibble on 'em a little bit? It always helps me to get off."
Libby, who had been dying to play with the small girl's fantastic nipples, replied, "I'd love to, dear. There's something about them that just makes my mouth water!"
"Mine, too!" Angie giggled, still panting. "I can get off just by playing with them."
Libby crawled under the rocking girl, who was now pumping her pussy back into Clint's prick as hard as he was fucking forward. Angie had raised herself so that Libby could crawl under her and play with her nipples and tits. The problem for Libby was to catch Angie's tits, the girl was rocking so hard and fast now.
"Angie, I can't suck your tits when they're moving like this. Brace yourself with your arms and let Clint do the fucking. Then maybe I can suck your nipples like you want me to."
"Uh ... ugh ... okay!" Angie gasped as she repositioned herself, bracing her ass so that Clint could really ram his powerful prick into her cunt. It took concentration, because Angie had a tremendous urge to slam back into Clint's pounding cock.
Libby raised her head and sucked on one of the girl's nipples. It was almost like sucking in a forefinger beyond the first joint. The goddamned things were almost an inch and a half long! Long and rubbery hard, but giving, and hot and throbbing as well, as if they were trying to swell to bursting!
Libby wrapped her lips around one of the pulsing nipples, rubbing her lips back and forth, twirling Angie's sensual little nip between her lips. It brought a tiny cry of joy from Angie. Libby sucked her rigid nip into her mouth, held it with her lips, and ran her tongue around and around the rubbery rod. She softly, gently nipped Angie's nipple with her teeth, while at the same time rasping her tongue across the flat, pebbled end of the pink cylinder. Droplets of sweetish juice oozed from the pores at the tip of Angie's nipple, and it brought another cry of pure, sexual exaltation from Angie's swollen lips.
"God, Mr. Forsyth, I hope you're ready because I'm cumming! Oh, Jesus! God, am I cumming! Oh, sweet shit! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder! Ram that big, beautiful cock of yours into me! Shove it in to the hilt! Fuck me 'til your balls squeeze dry!"
Clint had been holding back, trying to keep from shooting his cum until Angie was ready. He knew the girl, knew what she liked and what she wanted, and he knew she'd be hotter than a tin stove if he shot his wad before she was ready. The girl was a real sex-pistol, but she was ornerier than a half-swatted hornet if she didn't get satisfaction.
Angie could sense that Clint was about to cum. That telltale stiffening, swelling, surging of his cock meant that his balls were just about ready to start pumping his thick, hot cum through the length of his great fuck-shaft.
"Oh, god, now!" Angie moaned. "Now! Now I'm cumming! Now you're cumming! Oh, great balls of shit, ain't it fantastic!"
Angie let out a tremendous moan. The first spurts of that wonderful, sticky fluid were jetting from the turgid heat of Clint's huge cock deep into her cunt.
She shrieked again, then forced her ass back into Clint's groin with all her strength, trying to get more cock and balls into her creaming, pulsing, flaming cunt. Her motion stripped her bursting nipple from Libby's mouth. Libby's teeth scraped her long nipple, and that brought another scream of pain from Angie. Angie's slender, think body was wracked with wave after pounding wave of tremendous contractions.
She finally heaved a mighty sigh, and said, "Oh, Jesus! God, did I need that! Mr. Forsyth, you almost made up for that miserable, self-satisfying shit-head I had last night. Nothing in this world pisses me off more than a fucking bastard who gets himself off and forgets about the girl. Thank god for people like you, Mr. Forsyth, who have the common decency to make sure their fuck partner is having a good time, too!"
Forsyth nodded his head and smiled. "And thank god for people like you, Angie, who take care of the needs of people like me with a smile on your face and joy in your heart."
"Hey!" Libby broke in. "How about me?"
"I guess you're included in that, Miss Rollins. Sorry, but in spite of this morning, I really don't know you all that well. You're only beginning to serve yourself and mankind," he added with a laugh, "but your service so far has been exceptional."