Chapter 2
She tried to sneak into the house without Wayne seeing her. But as she started up the stairs to her room he appeared in the kitchen doorway. He glanced at his watch and then stared at her with a sly smile on his handsome face. He was a pretty good-looking guy, Sandy had to admit, even though he was middle-aged and everything.
"You were parked out there an awful long time, young lady," he grinned. "Just what are you and Terry getting up to these days?"
"That's none of your business," Sandy snapped. "You're not my father. I don't have to answer to you."
"That's true. But when your mother's not around I feel responsible for you. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."
Sandy blushed. Under her shirt, her tits were still sticky with Terry's cum. For one wild moment, she was tempted to tell Wayne just what had happened. She was curious about what he'd say, how he'd react. But instead she just stood there, trying to think of something witty and sarcastic to reply. She felt like a little girl caught doing something naughty.
"Can I go up to my room, please? I really need a shower," she said finally.
She didn't wait for a reply. She bounded up the stairs and into her room. Her heart was pounding. It was funny, but she often felt strange and tense lately when she was around Wayne. It wasn't that she was attracted to him or anything. After all, he was always spying on her and making her life uncomfortable. But things certainly would have been easier if he was paunchy and balding, like most middle-aged men she knew. It would be so much easier to dislike him then.
She began to undress. She peeled off her shirt and unhooked her bra. But as she tossed the lacy harness away she caught sight of herself in her full-length mirror and something made her pause. She stepped closer to the mirror and examined herself. There were traces of dried and half-dried cum all over her big tits and belly. Her skin was streaked with white stains. She blushed again, remembering how Terry had spurted his jizz all over her.
Her fingers unsnapped her jeans absently, and she shoved them to the floor and stepped out of them. Then she stood there in front of the mirror wearing nothing but her lacy white panties. She arched her back and thrust out her thirty-nine-inch tits proudly. The nipples were still erect, she noticed. They jutted up high off their puffy pink circles of flesh.
They really were beautiful tits, she had to admit. In spite of their size they were firm and arced up perfectly from her rib cage. Was it any wonder they drove guys crazy, especially poor Terry? A sly grin crept over her face as she cupped the tits and raised them in her hands. Thrills still went through her as she touched the nipples.
Her panties caught her eye in the mirror suddenly and she let go her tits. The brief triangle of white material stretched taut across her crotch. But now for the first time she noticed that there was a damp stain on them. They were wet. All that moisture she'd felt when Terry was sucking her tits was now soiling the front of her pants.
She touched her fingers to the front of the lacy garment and a tingle of pleasure shot deep inside her. It was so powerful, for a second she felt weak in the knees. She sat down on the foot of the bed and tried to calm herself. But the temptation to touch herself again was too strong, and her fingers poked gently at her pussy through her briefs.
It felt so good. She couldn't believe how good it felt. And suddenly her hand was inside her panties and she was sliding a finger up and down along the damp slit of her cunny. She moaned out loud. She sank back on one elbow on the bed. And all the while she gazed at her reflection in the mirror as her hand fumbled in her crotch. Finally two fingers parted her cuntlips and a third slipped inside her.
"Ohhhhhh! Mmmmm!" she moaned, warm feelings running through her. "So good! So nice!"
Suddenly she pulled her hand from her pants and stood up. She quickly slid her panties down and off, and then settled back on the bed in front of the mirror, her legs split wide. She gripped the pulpy lips of her cunt with her fingers and pried them wide apart. Her eyes widened at the sight of all the bright pink skin shining out at her.
This was the first time she'd ever done this. Never before had she taken the time and trouble to examine herself properly. She'd always been too embarrassed or ashamed. And it was fascinating. There were all kinds of things to look at. Like the thick outer lips of her hole. Or the smaller, rubbery flaps of skin inside. And the weird little knob of pink sticking up like a tiny finger.
Everything was so wet. The pink skin inside her was all shiny with goo. Her puffy outer cunt-lips glistened. Even her sparse pubic hair was damp. And all because Terry had kissed and sucked her tits. It was amazing. What if he'd touched her down between her legs? What if she'd let him feel her pussy? She wondered what that would have felt like. Then for the first time she wondered what his cock would feel like inside her.
Her fingers pried the soggy lips of her cunt as wide as they would go. Her cunt-hole gaped open like a strange mouth. With her free hand she then began poking about, swirling the fingers this way and that inside her pussy. She moaned softly, surprised at how strong the pleasure was. She felt funny deep in her belly and all the way up into her tits.
"So strange, so nice," she mumbled, still staring at herself in the mirror. "And I'm so wet."
She accidentally brushed her finger against the stiff bud of her clit and a shudder went through her. A wave of pleasure rolled through her, so strong that she almost called out loud. But she remembered that Wayne was downstairs. If he heard her he'd be up like a shot. He didn't need much of an excuse these days to poke his head into her room. She bit her bottom Up and touched her clit again.
This time she couldn't stop herself. She let out a loud groan. Sparks of pleasure shot through her. They made her nipples tingle. She quit touching the erect bud of her clit and pried her pussy lips wide with both hands. Her ass raised up off the bed and she humped her crotch up and down in the air. Her belly fluttered and her tits wobbled from side to side.
"So nice! So good!" she whimpered. "I'm so wet and creamy!"
"Yes you are, baby!" a voice called out suddenly. "You're so fucking wet and creamy, you need more than your hand in your cunt."
Sandy sat bolt upright on the bed and closed her legs. Wayne stood in the open doorway, grinning at her. He had his arms folded and he was leaning on the door jamb. For all she knew, he could have been standing there watching her for quite some time.
"Get out of my room! How dare you come in here without knocking! Get out! Get out! Get out!" she cried.
"Now now, don't be like that," he soothed. "I heard these moans and groans, and I had to come in and investigate. I thought you were hurting yourself. Instead, what do I find? Little Sandy finger-fucking herself!"
"Get out of here right now, Wayne!" she snapped. She held one hand over her gaping pussy and tried to cover her tits with her arm. But it was impossible. One or the other of her tits kept slipping free.
"Whoever would have thought it? Prim little Sandy, finger-fucking herself! And we all thought butter wouldn't melt in her mouth!"
He slid into the room and closed the door behind him. Then he stood at the foot of the bed and stared at her. He gazed at her oozing tits, at her flat brown belly and her slender golden thighs. Then he stared into her big blue eyes and grinned again.
"You're fucking beautiful," he said simply. "You're just a perfect, teen-aged version of your mother."
Sandy didn't know what to say. She knelt there on the bed and glared at him, trying to think of what to do next. Again she felt like a little girl around him. He always threw her off balance. Just when she was yelling at him to get out, he paid her an unexpected compliment. It was a crude one maybe, but it was still flattering. He was a grown man, middle-aged and everything. And yet she obviously turned him on strongly.
"Wayne, would you leave my room right now, please? My mother wouldn't like it if she knew you had been in here when I was . . . naked and everything. She'd be very upset."
"She'd also be upset if she knew you'd been finger-fucking yourself," he grinned. "She thinks you're such an innocent little thing."
"You'd tell her, I suppose?"
"I might, I might not," he smiled. "It all depends."
He was unbuttoning his shirt, very slowly, very casually. He slipped it off and draped it carefully around a chair. He kicked off his sandals and began unzipping his fly. He watched her the whole time, with the same sly grin on his face.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" she gasped, unable to take her eyes off him. "Wayne, are you losing your mind?"
His pants slid down his legs and he stepped out of them, folding them neatly over his shirt. He stood there for a second or two wearing nothing but a pair of tight briefs that bulged out in front. Then he was bending down and peeling these down his legs. He tossed them aside and stood in front of her wearing nothing but his smile.
"Well, do I measure up to your boyfriend Terry?" he asked. "Is my cock big enough for you?"
Sandy was too shocked to speak. She just knelt there on the bed, trying to hide her nakedness. And her eyes were glued to his crotch. This was only the second adult cock she'd seen in her whole life, but she had a feeling that if she lived to be a hundred, she wouldn't see one any bigger.
It was maybe nine inches long, and it curved down from his belly like some thick piece of hose. It was capped by a huge pink head that glistened in the light. It wasn't even hard. She knew that without thinking. Yet it was thicker and bigger than Terry's would ever be. It must get to be nearly a foot long when fully stiff, she thought.
"Well? What do you think?" he repeated, as if he were asking her what she thought of a new tie he was wearing. "Does it make your cunt tingle or what?"
"It's gross," she said softly.
She was amazed at herself. A moment ago she was yelling for him to leave. And yet here she was gazing at his cock as if it were the most fascinating thing she'd ever encountered. She didn't want him to leave now. In fact what she wanted more than anything was for him to step closer so that she could touch his huge cock. She wanted to take it in her hand and feel it, squeeze it, test its weight.
As if reading her mind, he moved around the side of the bed until he was close to her. But before she could react, he was gripping her gently by her shoulders and gazing down at her with warm brown eyes. His huge cock bounced and swayed in front of him as he moved, she noticed. It was now pointing down at her right thigh.
"Let go of your tits. Let me see them," he said softly.
And without hesitation, she dropped her arm and let her tits settle in front of her. She even removed her other hand from her crotch without being asked. She didn't feel ashamed of her body suddenly. And she was excited at his attention.
"Beautiful, fucking beautiful!" he muttered. He reached down and scooped her tits into both hands. He hefted and squeezed them and ran his thumbs over the swollen nipples.
"Wayne, this is crazy," she muttered. But she didn't shy away from him. She let him play with her tits just the way she had with Terry earlier.
"They're all sticky," he said. "Your tits are all streaked and sticky. What did you do, let Terry cum all over them?"
Sandy flushed with embarrassment. She didn't feel like going into the strange things that had happened to her so far this evening.
"I can't say I blame him," Wayne went on.
"They're the most perfect tits I've ever seen. Any guy would just love to cream his balls all over them."
He was bending over slightly. And Sandy shuddered as his hand left her tit and stroked down over her rib cage and belly. Without thinking she opened her legs, and his fingers fleeced through her pubic hair toward her pussy. She gasped out loud as two of his fingers spread her cuntlips apart and a third slid inside her. All the melty feelings returned. Her belly felt all quivery.
"Oh God!" she whimpered. "Oh God!"
She still wanted to reach out and touch his cock, but she was too shy. She remained passive on the bed and let him fondle her tit and poke her pussy. Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit her bottom lip again. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. And her pussy was creaming up again shamelessly as he explored it.
"Why don't you lie down on your back?" he said suddenly. "I want to lick every last inch of your gorgeous fucking body."
At this point Sandy was willing to do anything. She eased over onto her side, and then onto her back. He let go her tit and drew his other hand from her oozing cunt. Then he was crawling onto the bed beside her. He gave her one quick kiss on the mouth and then licked and nibbled his way down her neck toward her tits.
A thrill went through her as he slipped a nipple between his lips. It occurred to her that he was the second male to suck on her tits in less than an hour.
He chewed on her nipple for only a second or two. And then he was tracing his tongue down her rib cage and onto her belly. He stuck his tongue into her navel and swirled it about. Then he was licking lower, twirling his tongue through the short wiry curls of her pubic mound. Sandy's heart pounded as she realized what was about to happen.
"Sweet teenage cunt! So sweet and fresh and new!" he hissed. He spread her cuntlips with his fingertips and dipped his tongue inside.
"Oh my! Oh my! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. Her hands flailed out on either side of her and grabbed at the sheet.
Her cunt was all pink and swollen. It was greasy and dripping with juice. He licked up one side of it and then up the other. He buried his mouth down on it till his nose was crammed in her pubic hair. For the moment he avoided her clit.
Her ass was already raised up off the bed. She was humping his face with little jerks of her crotch. Her thighs were open wide and straining. Her tits heaved. He got the feeling she wasn't far from cumming, even without him touching her clit.
"You want me to make you cum, little girl?" he asked suddenly, raising his greasy face from her cunt. "You ready to cum all over my face?"
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Sandy croaked, though she wasn't exactly sure what he meant. "I feel so strange! I feel so funny!"
Wayne mashed his face back into her crotch and sucked her hard. Her cunt was gaping wide now, like some obscene flower. He found her clit, caught it between his lips and tugged on it. She yelped and whimpered, almost as if she were in pain. She humped her crotch at him and opened and closed her thighs about his head.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she bleated, arching her back high off the bed. "So strange! So good! So good!"
He stayed with her, chewing on her clit like a man possessed. His hands had scooped under her asscheeks now, and he was clawing them, leaving white marks in the flesh. One finger slid between her buns and found her asshole. He poked it inside her as far as it would go. She squirmed even more, as if trying to escape from him.
Her climax lasted the better part of a minute. At least it took her that long to quit squirming and humping like a wild girl. When she finally settled down he kept his mouth glued to her cunt, but he let go her clit. He contented himself with nibbling and slurping on the bright pink skin on either side of her cunt, stretching it to gross lengths.
Her body sank back onto the bed. She looked like a limp doll spread out there, her legs split wide. He raised his face from her crotch and grinned at her, his jaw shiny. Then he crawled up onto his knees and stared down at her. His cock had grown in the last few minutes. It was a solid eleven-inch pole looming out from his crotch. Sandy eyed it nervously as she lay there. She wondered vaguely what he planned to do with it.
"Did that feel good, little girl?" he smiled. "Did my mouth feel good on your hot soaking cunt?"
"Yes," she admitted. "It felt wonderful."
"Well I'm glad. Because now it's my turn. My balls are all bloated from that little suck session. I need to unload about a quart of cum."
For a second Sandy really did think he would lay down on top of her and shove his big prick up her pussy. But instead he moved around to one side of her and swung a leg over her middle. He settled down on top of her rib cage and pressed his prick between her tits. Then he mashed her tits together over his cock, trapping it there. He began to slide back and forth slowly, plowing his cock up and down her cleavage.
"Ever had your tits fucked before, baby?" he leered. "Ever had a giant hard-on pressed between these huge quivering tits of yours?"
"No!" Sandy gasped, sounding very much like a little girl. "I never have!"
Her head was propped up on a pillow, and she could look down and see his hard-on thrusting between her tits. It disappeared each time he drew back, but then the head and three or four inches of cock appeared whenever he jerked forward. It was the weirdest sensation. His cock felt like a hot bar of steel sliding through her cleavage.
"I've been wanting to do this for months," he admitted. "All these months living in the same house with you, watching these big beautiful tits jiggling up and down. Lately, whenever I fuck your mother, I imagine I'm with you."
Sandy didn't know whether to feel angry or flattered. Her mother was really hung up on Wayne, after all. Since her divorce, Wayne had been the only guy she'd ever gotten excited over. And yet here he was betraying her. And Sandy was helping him. It was all very confusing.
"Fuck, this feels good," he muttered. "You've no idea how great it feels to fuck your big bouncing tits!"
His thrusts were growing stronger. He was squeezing her tits hard over his prick and ramming his crotch back and forth wildly. She clasped her hands over his, not knowing what else to do with them. She was actually helping him press her tits together. There was a tension in his face now that she found fascinating.
"I'm going to cum, baby!" he grunted. "I'm going to splatter hot cum all over your big bouncing tits! You ready for it?"
"I guess so," Sandy muttered uncertainly. It occurred to her suddenly that this would be the second load of cum to be spilled over her tits in an hour. It sure had been an interesting evening.
"Wait for it, baby! Gonna paint your tits with cum!" he howled. "Oh fuck! Such big fucking tits!"
He bucked forward and his cock jutted far out from between her tits. A long jet of cum shot from the tip of his prick and splashed Sandy under her chin. It felt like hot wax on her skin. She could feel it pouring down over her neck and pooling in the hollow of her throat.
He drew back, let go her tits, and took his cock in his fist. He raised up slightly, aimed his cock down, and pumped it hard. A thick stream of silver cum splashed down into her cleavage and sprayed all over her neck. He groaned with pleasure. He was staring down at her with a wild right in his eyes. This was obviously a dream come true for him, shooting jizz all over Sandy's tits.
"Feel it, baby! Feel my hot cum all over your tits!" he groaned. "So good! So fucking good!"
He was tilting his cock this way and that, spraying first her right tit and then her left, spilling jet after jet of white spunk all over her tits. He drenched both nipples, and then watched the thick silver goo roll down her tits like heavy cream. The cum was pooling between her tits and flowing down into the hollow of her neck and over onto her belly. Again, she was awash with hot spunk.
"Beautiful! What a fucking sight you are!" he smiled. His cock had quit spurting now and he was squeezing out the last few drops onto her left nipple. "I've wanted to do this for so fucking long!"
Sandy lay there and let him do as he wished. She was too dazed and dreamy from her own climax to care that she was again drenched with cum. She watched him milk out the last of his jism and then took hold of his slackening prick when he offered it to her. She got to feel the bulk of it at last, and she was glad that he hadn't shoved it inside her. It really was a monster.
She squeezed the softening cock gently and watched the odd drop of cum ooze from its tip. Then she tilted his cock down and began to poke it about on her tits, spreading the spilled cum this way and that. He groaned out loud, obviously enjoying what she was doing. He watched her like a proud teacher with a bright young student.
"You're really something, you know that?" he moaned. "You're enough to drive a man out of his mind!"
She didn't seem to be listening. She was concentrating on spreading his cum all over her tits. This way and that she tilted his cock, pressing the head against her nipples and painting her tits with slime. She glanced up at him from time to time, to make sure he was watching. But then she went back to staring at his cock.
"There's no need to tell anyone about this, is there?" he said suddenly. "Especially your mother. She'd really get upset."
"Mmmmm!" Sandy moaned.
"We can let it be our little secret. Okay? We don't want to upset anyone without cause."
Sandy still didn't seem to be listening. She let go his cock and it swayed up and to one side. Then she cupped her tits in both hands and began massaging them, rubbing the sticky cum all over both heaving mounds. Cum flowed over her fingers and tits like glue. And she watched it dreamily, as if she still didn't understand how it got there.