Chapter 5
It had all been arranged. On Saturday morning Baxter and Melanie would drive out two miles outside of San Rafael to the Hi-'n'-Dry Motel where the incomparable Mr. James had reserved room number eight for them under the name of T. W. Simmons. Room number nine consisted of similar accommodations for the "counterpart" couple they would meet at noon. Friday morning, during the telephone conversation with Baxter, Mr. James had intimated that the couple in question had been impressed with the photograph of father and daughter Ross and had passed over a number of other couples in their favor. He'd added that this couple would be registered in the motel under D. L. White and that they were old hands at this sort of thing so that neither Baxter nor his daughter would have any cause for embarrassment.
While speaking to Mr. James, Baxter had before him on the desk the catalogue opened at the picture of the "counterpart" couple. The sight of the delicious knockers brought a lump to his balls as it did every time he looked at them. He'd held out for a meeting that same night, but Mr. James had considered this too short notice. Saturday morning was equally suitable, though Baxter forewarned himself to take it easy with Melanie the night before so as not to exhaust, himself for the next day.
Before hanging up he thanked Mr. James profusely. He marveled at the man's organizational ability. In less than two days-between Wednesday and Friday morning-Mr. James had managed everything to perfection; he'd rushed Baxter's photograph and particulars to the "counterpart" couple, received their affirmation early Friday morning, arranged the motel, forwarded the information to Baxter and cashed his membership check. Baxter could only wonder what a partner like Mr. James might do for his own law firm. The man knew how to hustle, how to get things done. Mr. James was by all criteria far more enterprising than his partner Stan who had a drinking problem along with an incurably muddled mind.
Melanie, after she'd arrived at his home that evening, appeared far less enthusiastic about their motel date the next day than Baxter had expected. When he finished giving her the information her response consisted of a long-winded yawn and a slow, lazy slump down into the chair by the fireplace. "I'm sorry, Dad," she apologized, "I'm so tired. I had exams today. I think I flunked Civics."
She lied glibly, still smarting in the pussy from the vehement suck job Tania had applied to it less than an hour ago. She'd had an awful time escaping from her mom's pussy-clutch. Tania had been unwilling to let her go and begged and pleaded with heaving tits for her to stay. Melanie knew the reason only too well; her mom hadn't screwed like they did in many years. There was horny blood in the family and most of that was her mom's. "Phew," she gasped, thinking back of the past few nights and the hot cunt play with her mom. "Phew."
Without wanting to appear overly pleased with her condition, Baxter received her lies with alacrity. All day he'd been racking his brain about a strategy which would keep him from having to fuck her that night. He wished to reserve all his cock power for the girl with the giant boobs. It wasn't that he had suddenly cooled to the idea of humping his daughter. He simply knew the limits of his endurance. The girl in the catalogue had gotten his blood up. And he wanted to be sure of giving her a humdinger of a fuck job. He walked over to Melanie and, cradling her ass in both arms, he scooped her huddled form off the chair. "I'm going to put you to bed. Believe me, I know how tough things get around exam time. I'm going to see to it that you have a good night's rest so by tomorrow you'll be fresh as a daisy for your new daddy."
Melanie made herself comfortable on the unfamiliar bed and directed her glance at the silly morning soap opera on the wide-screen TV which blinked in one corner of the large, septi-cally furnished motel room. They'd checked in a half hour ago under the name of father and daughter T W. Simmons. While the motel owner fished for his reservation Baxter had pretended a vague illness; he'd made a show of leaning helplessly on Melanie's shoulder as they made their way to the room. "He had beans for lunch," Melanie explained to the proprietor before stepping out of the office. As soon as she got inside the room she tossed up her skirt playfully and giggled, "I hope they come soon." The night before she'd slept like a log and now she was feeling the crawlies in her pussy.
It had been Baxter's notion to undress and greet their neighbors nude-a suggestion at which Melanie had initially balked with a small protest of modesty, admitting, "I've never shown my everything to another man." But Baxter had assured her with the explanation that their nudity would serve to make the meeting less formal and get things started immediately. He helped her disrobe and then took off her own clothes. Together they climbed into bed, drawing the crisp sheets to their necks and trying hard not to let their excitement and impatience show.
Baxter had turned on the TV in the hope that it would distract him from the raging tension in his balls. His erection stood up like a massive strut beneath the sheets. He hadn't fucked the night before. As soon as he'd finished putting Melanie to bed he'd gone to sleep as well. He'd awakened' in the middle of the night with his cock stuck hard into Melanie's asshole. But instead of submitting to the urge as he usually did, he'd instead quietly wiped his cock on the sheets and gone back to sleep.
But now with the big-titted object of his fuck lust so close at hand he found it hard not to give in to the nearness of his daughter's pussy. He considered a quick grab-ass hump before their neighbors arrived. At last, after a half hour had passed without a sign of their arrival, he turned to her, "Let's you and I ball. What've we got to lose?"
Melanie snuggled up close against him and locked his pecker between her thighs. "M-m-m-m-m..." she whispered. "That feels better. I wanted to fuck this morning but you were in such a hurry to go. Last night was the first night we didn't fuck since we started doing it. Do you know that?" The intimacy of her consession drew her closer onto his dick so that the bulb" of its head emerged on the other side of her crotch just below her anus. She enjoyed rubbing her pubes against his groin while riding the underside pussy slit over the rail of his shaft. With one hand she rummaged behind her buttocks and found the flushed knob sticking out from between her thighs. She arched her hand beneath her rump and squeezed the hot mushroom. She saw her dad struggle with his legs in the sheets. He finally kicked them down to the foot end of the bed and swung one naked leg high. This movement freed his balls to ride up against her inner thighs. Melanie cupped them and then drew one fingernail with tantalizing slowness over the crack of his ass.
That did it for Baxter. The deep dark channel dividing his buttocks was his first and last line of defense. Once breached it broke at the same time the most stubborn restraint in his cock, setting it to waggling uncontrollably. While he struggled to wrest his dong from between her locked thighs, Melanie's finger continued its slow ascent up the gully of his anal tract. The soft pussy slid over the struggling shaft. Her finger reached the cavernous pit buried deep in his crack. With the same excruciating slowness it began to bore into his rectum.
He could stand it no longer; with one terrific heave and grunt Baxter wrestled his dick free. At the same time the sudden ferocity of his lunge jerked Melanie's finger abruptly from his anus. He swung over onto his stomach and stretched out lengthwise, the long tube of cock pressed flat against his belly. He grabbed hold of the same finger Melanie had prodded into his asshole, "Put it back in there ... I'll do it to you. It feels good. Real good. Come on, will ya?"
Melanie needed no further urging. Two nights ago she'd let Tania do the same thing to her. But afterward when she'd stuck her finger up her mom's anus she'd quickly switched to the thumb-her mom's asshole was wide, much wider than her dad's. It was also more resilient. Despite the prodding of her index, Baxter's rectum hardly dented. She changed to her pinky which at once made the going smoother. She then made herself more comfortable between his spread thighs where she sat on her haunches; when she leaned over, both her boobies brushed the hump of his buttocks in which she'd inserted all of her pinky. With her free hand she reached under his crotch, fingering and playing the hard slat of pecker. After a few minutes of this she drew the same hand up again and began to fondle his throbbing scrotal sac. Baxter just lay there, taking it all in and gurgling like a baby. Melanie was finger-fucking his asshole into a veritable fit. He couldn't keep it from squirming. On his lower spine her boobies bounced like tennis balls as her body followed the motions of her fondling fingers.
Suddenly she pitched forward, flopping onto her belly beside him. In his desperation Baxter clutched his buttocks and inserted his own finger inside the rectum. He gave it a few good jiggers, but soon discovered that anal masturbation was nowhere near as good as having a little girl's hand do it. He eyed his daughter accusingly. "Why did you stop? Why? I was just starting to really enjoy it."
Melanie slapped her own rosy bum. "It's my turn now. You promised. Do it to me now." She flopped her head down into the pillow and writhed her rump in anticipation. "Ooooh, that's it," she murmured when she felt her father's dong brush the back of her calves while he settled behind her. Then his hands spread the cheeks and she heard him marvel, "Melanie, dear! It's all pink inside. Like coral. It's lovely. Remind me to take a picture of it next week. I don't think we've got one of your rectum."
"And you know why?" Melanie pouted. "You kicked over the camera."
Baxter shrugged his shoulders, remembering the blood in her anus the last time he'd tried to fuck her there. "The bruise is completely gone now," he said finally with mock cheer after examining her anus carefully. He drew the buttocks farther apart until the puckered lining unfolded like the interior of a petal. It felt soft, even silky to the touch as opposed to the leathery texture of the anal crack in older women. He watched Melanie squirm as he prodded her anus with one finger. It sank without the least resistance into the dark pit. Again he marveled, "It must have gotten bigger since the last time.
Have you tried putting something up there? A Magic Marker or something? It definitely feels like it's been made bigger."
Melanie bit her lip. Her mom's finger-fucking of her asshole had left its mark. "I've been doing exercises," she lied hoarsely. "I'm sure that must be it." She heard her father laugh, "I'm not complaining. I like it that way. Do a few more weeks of exercises and we'll talk business." She felt his finger probe deeper into her rectum. At the same time he crooked his thumb around her underside crotch and let it enter her slit. Melanie bucked her ass lightly. "Wow!" she exclaimed, humping the bedsheets.
Hunching low over her writhing rump, Baxter's dong slapped against her thighs. With his thumb he jiggered the cunt hole while his index finger sank farther into the anal opening. Between the two fingers he had her completely impaled; the palm of his hand kneaded the crotch flesh. Melanie's whole body rippled with delicate fuck shudders. From her mouth came trills of delight that filled the room like the chirps of a goosed canary. She squealed each time she felt the fingers stir. She pushed one hand down beneath her belly and held the root of the finger Baxter had stuck in her cunt, guiding it deeper into the womb. But when the finger locked in her anus attempted a similar depth charge she hunched her buttocks in pain. "That's where it hurts, Dad!"
Baxter raised his finger somewhat from the puckered pink button, but continued to stir the other in her snatch. At the same time he managed to work his stiff pecker in the crook of Melanie's knee so that when he bent her leg it locked the cock between calf and thigh. By repeatedly opening and closing her leg, she effected the approximation of a dick massage which soon had Baxter squirming his ass. He noticed that her pussy had begun to feel dank and steamy. He saw beads of sweat roll down her buttocks while a clammy sensation spread from her asshole into the finger he still kept there. He remained in the hunched position over her rump, lunging his cock back and forth over the hollow at the back of her knee. He spat on it once to make it more lubricant.
Melanie gasped and tossed her head. Inside her twat Baxter's finger was working over every thrill cell it could find. The simultaneous jazzing of her anus made the whole thing even tastier. And feeling the steely shaft of his dong slide in and out of the crook of her knee made it all complete. Her groin squirmed as if it were resting on a bed of hot coals. Her nipples bored into the starch of the bedsheets. Her mouth fluttered in ecstasy. She felt her body tense, waiting for the rumble that would split her crotch from clit to anus.
Her eyes opened and closed. Then opened again-wide. In disbelief and frustration she found herself staring at the biggest pair of boobs she'd ever seen in the flesh. She felt a small hand tap her on the shoulder and heard a high girlish voice speak close to her ear, "Mind if I cut in? We're the people in room number nine."
Actually, it was Baxter-not Melanie-who first saw the massively chested teeny fucker from the catalogue standing by the bedside. Wearing only a pair of blue jeans and a blouse unbuttoned to the waist, she looked even randier than she did in the picture. She'd entered the room behind his back and Baxter only noticed her after she'd reached the headboard of the bed where Melanie was tossing her face in the pillow.
The moment he spotted the girl, Baxter let bis finger slip from Melanie's asshole; the finger in her pussy also ceased its stirring motion. His eyes fell spellbound to the curved flow of teeny-fucker tits pouring forth from the open blouse. When she reached down to tap Melanie on the shoulder, both creamy udders swung like two perfect cantaloupes. Her long black hair and soft cherry mouth flashed at him. "Do you mind if I cut in?"
Baxter shuddered to think what the consequences might have been if the motel owner had walked in. But after his initial surprise had passed he felt crazily lightminded. He smiled and hung his head in mock dismay, "Well, you caught us at it-redhanded." When he raised his head again he saw her tits dance with mirth; her voice was high and breathy, "Do you always speak with your finger in your daughter's asshole?" Baxter looked down at the index which was still implanted in Melanie's crack. Then he laughed along with the girl and finally Melanie saw the humor as well. "Get that finger out of my ass or I'll shit on it," she growled playfully.
The room erupted with laughter from all three. In the silence that followed they heard a knock on the door. It opened and the man from the catalogue picture walked in naked except for a towel which he held knotted at the waist. His pecker stood out in it like the arm of a railroad signal. He spoke with a windy Midwestern drawl, "I heard everybody having such a good time I thought I'd invite myself over and join the party." He smiled first at Melanie, then at Baxter. He pointed to the chesty teeny fucker with the sassy mouth, "That's my daughter Cindy. My name is Joe." He extended his hand to Baxter who shook it with a hand still sticky with Melanie's pussy juice, "Glad to meet you."
Cindy had briefly vanished into the bathroom and returned with a towel which she tossed at Baxter. "Wrap that around your bun," she or-, dered and walked across the room to the door. She opened it and crooked a finger at him, "Are you coming?" Baxter, without speaking a word to either Joe or Melanie, hastily paced after her. He shut the door behind him and slipped over the welcome mat into the room next door. After bolting the lock, he turned to face Cindy who'd already discarded her blouse and was seated on the edge of the bed, pulling off her jeans. He spoke hoarsely, letting the towel slip from his dick to the floor, "I've been thinking of this all week. Finally, there they are."
Cindy giggled, "I hope you don't mind me being so forward. I hate all the bullshit." She kicked the jeans off her feet and whipped her ass up to slip one hand beneath her crotch and pull the panties down over her thighs. "We've been doing this for five months. Mr. James told us this was your first time. First timers are usually shy so we've learned to break the ice. No bullshit. We don't want none of that. Like I say, don't mind us. We just love to fuck."
Baxter found her fascinating, not only for her obvious physical attributes but more so for the forthright, unabashedly frank attitude she displayed toward the whole affair. "How old are you?" he asked, approaching the bed, cock awag-gle.
"Fifteen."
"How long have you been doing it with your dad? I don't mean to pry ... it's just that-"
Cindy cut him short. Her chest turned to him with its huge arch of tit flesh rolling like the crest of a wave. One fleshy nipple prodded into his upper arm. "I'm fifteen now," she said. "He raped me when I was seven. At first I used to hate it and fight like crazy. But then I began to enjoy it. For the past five years it's been wonderful. My mom split with my piano teacher so now I live with my dad. He's very understanding and funny. Every morning he calls from work and asks me for a date at six and we go for a walk or to the dirty movies. Do you like them?"
"I like a few dirty movie stars but mostly I watch television." He changed the subject abruptly. "What does your dad do for a living?"
"He works at the post office. Next month he'll be up for promotion. We're keeping our fingers crossed he'll get it."
"And you? You go to school?"
"Oh, yes. I love poetry." She scooped up both massive breasts and proffered them to Baxter's inspection. She held them proudly as a mother might show off a baby prodigy. "The only thing I hate about school is gym and everybody thinks my boob is the volleyball. I'm not even allowed to sit in most, classes because all the little boys go wild when they see me. Feel how heavy they are?"
Baxter made his hands into a cup into which Melanie lowered one fully rounded tit. Despite its firm appearance the flesh was surprisingly soft; it felt like cream melting in his palms. He brought the flushed globe to his mouth and squeezed it all over his jaw. She guided his fingers in tweaking the nipple between his lips. Then she took her other breast and rubbed it into his temple and forehead, the nipple prodding his ear. Baxter fell to dreaming and it took Cindy's silky hand on his dick to bring him back to bedroom reality. "Where am I?" he asked.
Cindy took his face and laid his cheek against the rise of one breast. His tongue lapped gently at the pink saucer. He opened his mouth and with the aid of Cindy's hand he began to stuff as much tit as he could inside it. Before long he was sputtering, and quickly expelled most of the tit flesh. His lips caught the nipple which they suckled voluptuously. He saw the rich valley of the cleavage and placed his face in it. He felt thrilled all over. What tits! He'd rarely in his life experienced a situation where the capacity of his mouth could not take in the volume of one breast. All he could accommodate was the nipple and the areola. The massive rise beyond these were outside the scope of his lips.
His jaw had sunk in the channel dividing one huge knocker from the other. A tide of tit flesh washed over his nose and eyes. He snuggled his nose deeper into it, dipped his tongue, rubbed his cheek and brushed his temples first against one lobe, then against the other. He felt like a mountain goat in the high tit lands, frolicking over valley and hill and back to the heavenly nipple tipples which he grazed with trembling lips and choked bleats of ecstasy.
Cindy looked down her nose at Baxter's head lolling on her bosom. She suffered his indulgence patiently. She was familiar with the regressive behavior most men adopted at the sight of her boobs. They carried on like children, touching, fingering, squeezing, lapping, sucking, stroking until her breasts looked and felt like dirty butchers' gloves. As long as they didn't get too rough she didn't mind overly much; her real concern was that a lot of these tit-fixated men forgot all about her pussy. Some of them became totally mesmerized and followed every tremor and movement of her boobs with catatonic nods of the head. Even if she'd push their faces straight into her cunt, they'd still bob up like a cork at the level of her tits. Often she'd expressed a silent wish that her cunt might stand out as prominently as her high-rise knockers-a big inverted camel hump of a cunt so obviously there that no man could be oblivious of its presence, as they so frequently were once they got the lay of her boobs.
For the moment, because Baxter was gentle and so clearly delighted she did not mind his larking tit play. She actually found herself enjoying it for a change. For some inexplicable reason her left nipple was more erogenous than her right one and when Baxter fastened his mouth on it she emitted a small cry of pleasure. She leaned back onto her elbows and pushed her ass closer to the edge of the bed, "Here, put your prick between them." She cradled her boobs so that the cleavage showed its full dimensions. "I'll squeeze 'em together like so." She clutched the sides of her chest and squeezed the boobs together. Then she drew them apart as Baxter rose from the bed and placed himself in front of her.
"Can I put my knees in your lap so I can sit up on your thighs with my cock in your lovely melons?"
Cindy nodded. She was now seated straight up at the edge of the bed, her feet braced on the floor. She helped Baxter hunker frontally on her thighs so that his knees lodged bracket-wise against her underbelly. When he raised himself straight up from his knees his cock nestled snugly in the cleavage of her bosom. He held the crown of her head with both hands and looked down her spine which ended in the confluence of her buttocks.
As he wormed his pecker deeper inside the tit channel, Cindy wrapped her arms around his waist and laid one cheek to her sternum. Then she began to jigger her boobs with a series of voluptuous motions of the shoulders and hips. Bracing her feet more securely against the floor, she wrapped her arms hard around his ass, holding him against her as if she were about to lift him. Instead she began to rock her ass on the bed, up and down and sideways, each movement reinforcing the sway of her breasts all around his dong. Baxter found it easy to retain his balance by moving with her rather than against her. Thus he found himself in a dance of dick and tits which was as exciting to watch as it was to feel in his groin. His cock rode the cleavage in a regular rhythm that soon elicited a coating of perspiration from the over-stimulated pores. He watched the flushed muscle pull up and down the tit channel and beneath the two heavy knockers he spotted a bloated wrinkled sac-his balls riding up against the underside curve of massed breasts.
Suddenly Cindy tightened the grip of her arms around his waist, thus forcing him to stop bouncing and keep still. Baxter looked down past her head which she held pressed against his chest. He saw the flushed knob of his dick project from the tit tract just below her jaw. The tingle in his shaft was slow in cooling as it lay in the valley of her breasts. They felt as soft and pneumatic as the interior of a cunt; but what made it different was the lack of moisture in the boobs. Apart from the natural sweat worked up through their own efforts, the tit hump was comparable to a dry fuck. His shaft felt like a red-hot ingot. He gingerly attempted to move it, first by lowering his groin and then shoving it up against her bosom so that the flushed knob hit Cindy in the jaw.
The motion had been so abrupt that Baxter almost lost his balance. Fortunately, Cindy's rump on the bed was a firm anchor which kept him squatted on her thighs. She spread her lap wider but stiffened the arms she held around his ass. The friction of the pubic wool against her boobs had stiffened her nipples to hard leathery prongs. Without raising her head, she spoke into his belly, "If you keep still, I'll put my nipple up your asshole. Just so long as you keep your cock between my tits so I can push up your balls ... like so."
She took one hand from his ass and pushed it under his balls. Then she peeled one tit lobe from his groin and stretched it around the scrotum, guiding the nipple under and around the crotch until it emerged in the basin of his anus on the other side. When Baxter felt it brush his sensitive anal tract he let go with a fierce gritting sound.
"Isn't that nice?"
"It's lovely ... just lovely." And he wasn't lying. The hard stubby nipple and its foundation of puckered pink saucer made his asshole come alive. His rectum seemed to stiffen like his cock. Compared to the delicacy of the nipple's touch, Melanie's earlier fingering in the same place had been as subtle as a pile-driver. Below him Cindy was grunting to herself, trying to keep her seated position on the edge of the bed while supporting Baxter's knees on her thighs at the same time that she walloped her tit around his crotch and into his ass.
She was a strong girl. A persistent girl. Not only did she manage to keep her balance under the weight of the squatted body in her lap but, despite this encumbrance, she also managed to knead her boob expertly into his scrotum and anus. She was steady as a rock-far more than Baxter was. He was rapidly reaching the point of over-stimulation and had trouble keeping his balance. He felt dizzily elated. This was the first time he'd ever had a nipple up his asshole; the first time he'd had his balls buried in tit flesh; the first time he was actually fucking a pair of tits like a regular cunt.
He began to totter in excitement. First one knee slid off her thigh and landed in her crotch, right up against her pussy. Then, as she jabbed her nipple hard into his anus, his other knee slid off in a similar manner. The sudden thrust of both knees in her lower belly set Cindy swaying on the edge of the bed. And when Baxter suddenly rammed his dick in a ferocious piston-pump of balls and shaft up and down the cleavage, she began to totter dangerously. With a cry of consternation she collapsed backward onto the sheets, dragging Baxter with her.
But such was the force of Cindy's tit-hold that its fleshy channel retained its traction on his dick. When he landed on top of her, his pecker was still securely grounded in the slot between her boobs. Cindy lay under him, her boobs weighed down by his convulsively thrusting ass. He was fucking her tits like a regular cunt except for one difference-instead of stabbing his dick horizontally, he slid it vertically in and out of the cleavage. Cindy managed to keep the channel tight by squeezing her boobs together from both sides of her chest. At the same time she thrust her cunt violently against his thighs resting on top of her belly. Her head squirmed beneath his chest as his cock humped away like a woodpecker. At times the weight on top of her boobs threatened to choke off her breath. Then she would quickly wrest her face to one side and snatch a mouthful of air from under Baxter's armpit.
Baxter listened to his balls slap against the creamy knockers. The cleavage sucked at his dick like a valve. His balls vibrated to a familiar flood of static. Then he felt Cindy wrap both her legs around one of his thighs so that her pussy pressed up moist against the skin. He felt the sopping lips slip back and forth on the rhythm of her groin under his thighs. She was shrieking like a kettle, her voice choked by the weight of his chest, "Eat it! Eat my pussy! Don't forget... I haven't only got tits ... I got a pussy ... Eat it! Please! Eat it!"
But Baxter was hardly in the mood to listen. The jangle in his balls had built to an explosive level. The vibrations sent jagged fuck shudders into every pore and nerve end, raising a pucker of skin on his ass and a feeling that his prick might break off at the root if the divine friction were to continue. He felt the oozing snatch squirm against his leg below. He gripped Cindy's head beneath his chest. His ass thrust more vehemently, dashing his pecker in and out of the enlosing tits. The bed gave out with groans of protest. Cindy flung her arms around his buttocks and jiggered his balls from behind as if forcing the sap to rise. "Come! Come! Come!!!" She shouted while clutching her tits from the side, raising the nipples like twin nozzles into the pubic groin and into the load of fuck flesh between her boobs.
At last she managed to wrest her mouth free from his chest on top of her. Twisting her neck to one side she found the hollow of his armpit. But when she got ready to shout the same urgent command it was too late. He'd already come. She felt the jissom splatter on her lower jaw. The tremors of the shaft rippled through her breasts which she squeezed frenziedly to coax the final drop from the triggering tube. The sap ran down her jaw, shoulders, and tits and even clotted her hair. It lubricated her nipples which could suddenly be heard squeaking against Baxter's groin like rubber plugs.
"You men," Cindy said at last. She turned to face Baxter reproachfully. He'd rolled off her boobs and lay beside her breathing heavily, his eyes glazed dreamily at the ceiling. His cock stood at half-mast like a greased pole likewise pointed at the ceiling. He put his hands behind his head and drawled lazily, "What do you mean, 'You men'?"
Cindy whirled on her ass, turning to face him completely. She folded her legs beneath her rump, assuming the basic yoga position. A sticky film of jissom caked her breasts which showed a fierce red welt on either side of the cleavage where his pecker had driven its furious course. "You men are all selfish," she said. Her anger somehow made her look more desirable than ever. Her breasts shook with the force of her conviction. "All you men see is my tits. You don't care about showing me a good time at all. In case you've forgotten, I've got something between my legs, too."
Baxter whistled under his breath. For the first time he was taking a good look at her snatch. It lay like a freshly slitted plum in her crotch. Her hands covered it briefly and then it reappeared from behind them. With her fingertips she was holding the labia pinned back, revealing the full depth of the hole as well as the pink interior pulp which attained a darker shade red the deeper in it went. And when she pulled the lips wider the hole stretched into a large grinning gash surrounded by a dank mass of pussy hair. She remained seated in the lotus position but pushed her feet more securely under her ass.
Suddenly she let her body arch backward onto the bed. The magnificent tit range strained up on the curve of her chest while her belly thrust out the gash prominently between her thighs. Once again her hands traveled to her crotch, spreading the vulva to its widest limits. Baxter was unable to see her face behind the rise of her bosom, but he heard her voice pant triumphantly, "Can you see what I've got here? Do I have to spell it out? What is it?" She waved her cunt in his face and shouted again, "What is it? What is it?"
Baxter turned onto his side to face the pulsing slit she thrust at him. He swallowed hard, feeling his cock grow erect. Then he felt her hand pull his pecker while she asked him once more, "Well, what do you call tftis? Never mind my boobs. What is this?"
Her pussy lay abundantly exposed. Baxter swallowed again and spoke dryly, "That's your pussy. One hell of a pussy."
The first question Joe asked Melanie after Baxter and Cindy had left the room, he was forced to repeat five times before Melanie responded. The moment the motel door shut behind Cindy's ass she'd frozen to the bed, petrified. She could still feel the tight constricting knot in her anus which only moments ago had harbored her father's finger. She stayed in the same position-prone on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow. She felt like crying. She would never trust her dad again. He'd promised to stay with her until she felt more confident about fucking a stranger. She'd been shocked to see him gone so quickly. Without a word of explanation he'd left her alone with a giant cock that stood out like a flagpole in the towel Joe held wrapped around his waist. For the fourth time she heard him repeat his question and again she didn't answer. Joe persisted, "Well, tell me. How old are you?"
At last she raised her frightened doll's face from the pillow. One small tittie poked its nipple from her breast. "I'm thirteen," she said tonelessly. Her eyes stared at him without expression.
Joe sat down beside her on the bed. He crossed his legs but kept the towel hitched around his ass. Melanie could now see plainly that he was far taller than her dad-at least by four inches. The hair on his chest was grizzled, but he sported a short blond crew cut and long slim sideburns that made him look younger than his years. As she compared her own body to his she felt dwarfed by his size. Yet, he seemed friendly enough and didn't appear to be in a hurry, unlike her father whom she could hear carry on like a rutting elephant next door. "They're sure making a lot of noise," she said.
Joe cast a glance in the direction of the wall. He shrugged his shoulders. "He's probably fucking her tits right now. That's the first thing they all go for with her."
Melanie's eyes widened. "Fucking her tits? How do you mean?"
"I'll show you." Joe rose to his feet and flung the towel to the floor. When he turned around to face Melanie his pecker waggled stiffly over her head. She looked up and gasped. Not only was it huge and thick, but it looked greased like the barrel of a shotgun. The steely cock shaft descended slowly as Joe hunkered down beside the bed until the engorged monster rod came to rest on her chest between the two small tittie cakes. "Actually, yours are too small for it," he explained, pointing first at one boobie, then at the other. "But basically that's how it works. You shove your cock between the two tits until you blow. It's easy with Cindy but most women aren't built for it."
Melanie squeezed her little pea titties dejectedly. "I'm sorry," she said, her eyes downcast. "I'm sorry mine aren't bigger. Why did you want me? I'm so small compared to Cindy."
Joe began to chuckle. The head of his prick grazed her jaw as he rose again to his feet. He leaned over her pink huddled form on the bed and laughed out loud, "Why did I want you?" He took his dick by the root and brushed it over her face. "I wanted you because I like little girls. I love 'em."
Melanie placed her arm alongside the length of his cock next to her shoulder and exclaimed, "Look! It's as long as my forearm." Her mouth hung open. Joe moved away and grabbed both her feet. He pulled her ass over the sheets until all of her body was arched over the floor with only her head and neck resting on the edge of the bed. Her arms hung limply to the floor. Joe seemed to tower above her. She watched him swing one leg over her head so close that his balls brushed her nose. Then he leaned over, placing his hands on the bed beside her head and aiming his tool straight down at her wide-open mouth. He kept her shoulders locked between his knees.
Melanie tried to raise her arm and help him place the big member in her mouth, but Joe's knees pinned her more firmly. His cock dangled-above her nose. His voice appeared to come from very high above her, "That's all right. Ill hold it by the root and fuck your mouth like this." He made a few quick stabbing motions with his dick into her mouth, controlling the depth of oral penetration with the hand he held gripped around the root.
The instant Melanie saw the inflamed knob drop like the nose of a bomb at the target of her mouth, she recoiled in fear, certain it was going to miss and cause damage, perhaps fatally. But it had slid into her mouth like a finger sliding into a glove. During her instant of panic she'd been sure it would choke her. But again Joe surprised her by seemingly knowing the precise depth at which her mouth could accommodate his dick. After one other lunge, equally quick and smooth, he held the swollen cock head to her lips and waved it like a microphone. "Don't worry, it's not going to choke you. By standing hunched over your mouth like this it's angled just right for maximum penetration. It's like everything else-you've gotta know the angle."
His knees bored into her shoulders from opposite sides. His body arched over her face. His hands were on the shaft of his pecker, sliding the skin back and forth while dabbing the cock head at her open mouth. Melanie could see his pecker slide in and out at the measured strokes of the hand jiggering it by the root. She watched his face grit and stiffen, the masturbatory grip of his fingers around the cock root complemented the sliding suck valve of her mouth over the knob. He evidently knew what he was doing. His balls swung low beneath his crotch; with each stab of the shaft they slapped against her chin.
Joe also watched with intent eyes. Each time he pulled up, the saliva ran down Melanie's jaw. And each time he plunged down again she strained her lips to greet it. Then the back of her head would squirm over the sheets as her mouth worried the stiff invader, trying to prevent it from pulling away. Joe, holding his head down low between his hunched shoulders, belched and grunted and felt warm shivers run all over his ass. The strain in his dong made speaking difficult. "For a little girl ... for a little girl you sure know how to suck the old peckeroo."
Melanie accepted the compliment with a flutter of her eyes. The froth of the sliding shaft had traced a moustache under her nose which she vainly attempted to wipe clean. At last, when the greased tool plunged down again, she caught it by the neck and rapidly rolled her tongue over the moustache. She released the neck and a moment later jerked her head at the familiar jolt of the knob in the back of her throat. At the same time she wondered why Joe insisted on holding his pecker by the root. His cock was not an old lady that had to be helped across the road. Why did he believe it had to be led by his hand?
Joe had a special way of jiggering his dick by the root just before letting it fly inside Melanie's mouth. It was a distinct gesture made with a perfect sense of timing. Just before the knob slid past the lips his fingers rapidly skinned the root so that, as the rest of his dick sank into her mouth, it was at the same time given a spin much like the spin put on a billiard ball. With a particularly sharp dick-jigger he could shoot his cock into the center of her cheek so that it bulged like a chipmunk's.
Melanie watched him jigger and plunge, but while she sucked and sputtered she tried to figure out the purpose of the hand he kept wrapped around the cock root. Gradually it dawned on her that he was not so much guiding and jiggering it, but that he was actually beating off; that he was jerking off in her mouth. She'd already noticed by the rigid expression on his face above her that he was rapidly building-up to an imminent and violent release. And she found this puzzling to the extreme. With her dad the whole thing about sex was the playing and the teasing rather than the immediate desire to cut the fuck itch short by quick ejaculation.
While she ate into his dick her mind continued to be puzzled by the impatient fury with which Joe was pumping her, jerking his tool, humping his groin, grunting and sweating as if every moment of the mouth fuck were sheer torture.
But before she could formulate an answer, his dong burst in her throat. Spasm after spasm shook the shaft and with each tremor another spurt of come was flung against her palate. She noticed he was skinning the cock root rapidly now even while she was still sucking like crazy. With her throat speedily filled to the point of gagging, she forcibly wrested her face free. She felt his knees immediately release the pressure from her shoulders. With one heave of her face onto the sheets, she brought up a dripping gob of jissom and swallowed the rest. She drew her head away from the puddle and faced him directly; her voice spoke sharply, "What was the big hurry? Where was the fire?"
Joe shrugged his shoulders. "I'd like to get the first load off fast before we start fucking for real."
"For real!" Melanie exclaimed. "For real! What do you think this was?"
"Of course it was. Don't get me wrong. You'll never hear me defend the contrary." He kneeled down in front of the bed and looked her earnestly in the face. "You don't understand. It's just that the first time I come makes it possible for me to stay longer the next time. It takes the first strong fuck itch away so I won't have to blow so soon next time around." He narrowed his eyes and flashed her a slick come-on. "And believe me, I can stay till hell freezes over. There's nothing better than laying around with your prick in a cunt and just taking it easy. If I put my mind to it I can stay hard for as long as you like. It all depends on how much your pussy wants and how much it can take."
He pointed down at the erection standing up from his groin; its engorgement was still as massive as when he'd first walked in with it under the cover of the towel. Melanie squeezed her snatch between her thighs arid distractedly ran one hand through the patch of pubic fuzz on her lower belly. "It's amazing," she said, taking in the full length of the hard-muscled monster. "My dad always gets soft after he's come."
"I've got a glandular disorder," Joe said.
Melanie perked up sharply. "You're not sick, are you?"
"Hell, no. I'm perfectly okay. I've got something called 'priapism.'It's an abnormal desire for and endurance in sex. That's how I got started on Cincy and two of my other girls. I'd screw my wife about three, four times a night so she gets tired and my blood is still up. She knows about me and Cindy and everything else. She's very understanding."
"Why don't you see a doctor?"
"I have. Believe me I have." He sat down beside her and stared mournfully at the giant trunk poised in his lap. "They all tell me the same thing-'Don't get overstimulated.' What the hell do they know?" He scowled at the wall and demanded rhetorically, "What do they want me to do? Forget about cunt and walk around with a bone on all day?"
"I'm sure there's got to be a pill or something."
"You know something?" Joe said. "I work at the post office and I've got to go beating off in the men's room eight, nine times a day. Lately I've been trying to cut down and I'm sort of steady at five, but still that's about three too many times. Sometimes I've got to really watch myself or I'll fuck a mail bag in the loading zone. Do you understand? It's sometimes embarrassing."
The personal turn of the conversation had made Melanie properly desirous. She found Joe interesting and even felt a little sorry for him. He had a problem and she liked to help him. "Don't worry," she spoke cheerfully. "You're not the only one. I'm like you. I masturbate in class. I can fuck all the time." She leaned over and took his dong in one hand, tracing the ridge of the muscle with one finger. "It feels hard and strong like a cable," she observed. She traced the finger farther along underside shaft and was about to tickle his balls when Joe stayed her hand. "Let me have a look at your pussy." He gently arched her back onto the bed, reclining her ass next to the puddle of his own sap. "I want to see how big it is. If it's a little small I've got a jelly in the other room that'll make it less tight."
"I don't think you'll need it," Melanie said. But despite her protest she spread her legs eagerly. Joe kneeled down on the floor, resting his elbows on her knees, and gave her crotch an appraising look. His dong was lying flat on the surface of one thigh. He played with it casually while bringing his face closer to the lovely teeny cunt whose lips bore faint drops of moisture like dew on the petals of a rose. He kissed it tenderly, but when he withdrew his mouth he kept the labia pursed between his. lips, thus pulling them outward.
He was pleased to observe Melanie's stomach roll appreciatively. Then he proceeded to insert one finger in the hole and followed it with another. Melanie's underbelly began to writhe visibly. She moaned in a low whimper, thrusting her arms straight up when she felt his body move over her at the same time that he guided the head of his pecker toward the entrance of the slit. He struck up the same hunched position over her cunt as he'd previously assumed over her mouth. Melanie was aware that he was showing consideration in attempting to keep his weight off her body. He was again holding the root of his cock as it stood poised over her snatch, but this time he held it gripped in such a way that she understood he was using it to keep the full length of his dick from entering her completely and thus forestall the possibility of causing her pain. "Don't worry, Joe," she whispered, her eyes raised to the ceiling. "If it hurts, you'll hear me scream."
"Does this hurt?"
Melanie fondled the swollen knob at the gate of her snatch. It appeared so large in proportion to the hole between her legs. She felt excited. This would be the first time she'd fucked a man other than her dad. Including her mom, Joe was the third fuck mate in her life. She wondered how many more there would be in the years to come. How many hard pronging dicks and how many soft squishy cunts? She felt as if she were standing on the brink of a tremendous fuck adventure-one that would take her from cock to cunt in an endless vista of fuck thrills. She was only thirteen years old-a full sex life still lay ahead of her. "Oh, Joe," she gasped. "That feels fine."
She could feel her snatch open like a mouth between her thighs. There was no pain and no discomfort. It all felt wondrously new, fresh and thrilling. She felt the cock head sink beneath the folds of the outer cunt lips; the rest of his shaft was still standing like a shovel in the mound of pubes. So far it felt no different from her dad's pecker except that Joe's stretched the entrance more. The simple stirring of the knob between the labia was enough to set her off. She flung her arms high and wrapped them around his neck. However, Joe maintained a virtually upright stance above her prone body so she quickly lowered her arms again when they experienced difficulty in holding on to his neck. This time she sought out the shaft poised over her groin. "Push it all the way in," she breathed heavily. "All the way."
"Let's take it easy," Joe cautioned, intently stirring the root of his pecker with one hand. "You're still a little girl. I don't want to split your pussy. This almost happened to my youngest daughter. It scared us both half to death. It's certainly no joke."
But Melanie's hands were already struggling with his dong. At the same time she raised her knees high, thus exposing the full roundness of her buttocks in the midst of which Joe's cock stood like a stick swiveling her snatch. "Come on," Melanie panted. "Go on in all the way." She doubled over on her stomach, her legs extending back over her shoulders so that her boobies lay flattened by the pressure of her thighs. Joe buckled his knees further down so as to maintain his swivel dick in her snatch. He grunted, "Okay, if you think you can take it, take this."
"OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"
A champagne cork had popped in her snatch. The gas burst from her cunt. Her head swam dizzily. Her legs had gone stiff doubled over her stomach. After the initial explosive entrance, she felt the giant cock trunk rest motionless against her womb.
Little by little she managed to crane her head forward between the legs folded alongside her head. She found herself staring straight at the massive shaft projecting from her crotch in the V of her thighs. It ran plumb from Joe's hairy groin to the strained lips of her cunt. He'd plunged with a terrible stab through her snatch and now he'd pulled halfway out.
"Pull it up slow, Joe," Melanie pleaded. "I wanna feel it slide." Again she craned her neck forward and watched the greased shaft emerge further, bit by bit, like a drill after hitting pay-dirt. She continued to watch as the swollen stem withdrew inch by inch from the clasping pussy mouth. At last she could see the corona of the knob emerge at the cunt brim. She humped her groin voluptuously. "Please, Joe. Not all the way. Don't pull it out all the way."
Joe's hand was back on the root of his joint which he kept firmly glued to the fuck hole. He rotated the root slowly first clockwise, then counter-clockwise, scouring the interior cunt walls and jabbing at the same time part of the exposed clit with the ball of his thumb. Only when he plunged his pecker again did he release the hand from the root, and then reluctantly. The combined cunt and clit action achieved rapid effect-Melanie began to vibrate like a magnet stuck to cock and thumb; a chain of tremors swept her groin, each shudder feeding on the last one. Her boobies trembled in their fleshy molds. "Joe! It's coming! Ooooh! It's coming!"
When her cunt exploded she felt her body fly through the room. She floated light as a feather while wailing the stuttered joys of her climax. Joe had raised her from the bed and held her seated on his cock. Using the pecker inside the throbbing cunt as a fulcrum, he seesawed her back and forth to stimulate the final jiggers of her orgasm. Then, after she'd subsided, he held her firmly lodged against his belly.
From her elevated perch on Joe's dong Melanie measured the distance to the floor. She clasped her legs around his waist and hugged his neck tight. She trusted he had enough muscle in his cock not to let her cunt slip off a soft dong onto the floor. But all her apprehensions fled when she felt his arms form a cradle under her ass. She rested her head against his shoulder, enjoying the frietional spasms in her womb each time she shifted her ass in the sling and his cock made its deep buried presence known by jabbing the inside of her cunt. "You know," she confided, "that's the deepest it's ever been inside me. I'm positive."
Up 'til then he'd been rocking lightly on the balls of his heels, riding Melanie's cunt with a gentle seesawing motion. But now he clasped her firmly against his chest by releasing the cradle of his arms beneath her rump; this way he could feel her titties hot against his chest. "You're nice and light," he whispered. "I can't do this anymore with Cindy. She's gotten too heavy."
He began to move his feet, taking several springy steps to show her how easy he could manage with her sitting on his dick. Melanie squealed each time she felt his tool stir her innermost depth. This was particularly powerful when he took a few steps and the roll of his hips pushed his groin against hers. She heard his balls slap beneath her buttocks as he rounded the bed and made his way toward the window. With each step her snatch bounced on the impaling shaft and she squeezed the legs she kept securely wrapped around his waist.
When he reached the window she continued to bounce on his dick, flinging her head back and shrieking at the ceiling while Joe bumped his ass in a series of stand-up fuck humps. He then raised one hand to the Venetian blinds which covered the window and pried an opening between two slats. "Look," he said. "Outside everybody's going about his business. All these cars driving by on the freeway and these people in the parking lot-little do they know that here I am watching them with a little girl sitting on my dong. Isn't that funny?"
Melanie turned her head to look out between the slats and saw a couple getting out of a moss-green convertible in the parking lot. The man was beefy and wore dark sun glasses. The woman with him was very much younger, a child almost; she tottered beside the beefy man and was clearly unpracticed wearing high heels. Her wig lay askew her forehead and her lipstick pointed opposite to the location of her mouth. When her companion left to check in at the office she sat down on the front bumper of the car to await his return with the keys.
"This woman's make-up's on all wrong and she's not even old enough to wear a bra!" Melanie let the slat fall and ground her cunt into the supporting pecker.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that girl with the fat man is the guy's daughter," Joe observed. "He's tried to make her look like twenty but she's twelve if she's a day."
Melanie indicated her agreement by working her vaginal muscles in a reflex bite on the tip of his pecker. She humped along as Joe worked his crotch back and forth. She felt his shaft with one hand way down in her pubes and exclaimed how wet it was there. They varied their fuck humps with a number of different rotations of groin and ass, panting heavily when they finally returned to the easy seesaw motion. Melanie let her hair hang down as she leaned back from his neck. "It hasn't been this good in weeks. Not even with my mom."
"With your mom?"
Melanie bit her lip. Her face turned red and her ass ceased its swivel on the impaling pecker. "I meant my dad ... I don't know why I said that." She tried to distract him by giving his cock a couple of furious cunt humps. He responded weakly and then ceased altogether as he stepped away from the window. He halted in front of the wall immediately adjoining the room in which Baxter and Cindy could be heard struggling like two beasts locked in mortal fuck bout. Then he pinned Melanie's back against the wall released his arms from beneath her rump. Using the wall as a bracket to support most of her weight along with his chest, he let her sit freely on his dick. "Come on," he wheedled. "You can tell me. Did you do it with your mom?"
Melanie put her head down and stared past her boobies into the valley between their merged groin. She saw where her pussy hair tangled with that of his and the regular skin flash of his shaft working in and out of her hole; when it entered all the way down to the root, their combined crotch hair looked like the fur of a woolly kitten. Her insides felt swollen with the giant engorgement. Its least movement set her squirming and gasping for air.
"Did you do it with your mom? I won't tell anyone."
Finally she raised her head, defiant-"Yes. If you want to know. Yes, I have done it with my mom. Now are you satisfied?"
Joe showed his satisfaction with a terrific lunge of his groin. Her back slammed into the wall; she could hear her cunt creak on its hinges. "Ouch! Joe-oe-oe!!! Ouch! Why??? Oh, my back! Not so rough, Joe!!!"
She hollered even louder the second time his cock reamed her pussy and threw her ass smack against the wall. The windows rattled, the blinds riffled, a framed painting fell to the floor. Joe continued to lunge, driving Melanie's ass into the wall and disregarding her cries of fear and rapture. Each time she bounced back from the wall her cunt slid like a valve over the pumping rod. Thus they humped, Joe looking grim and spastic, and Melanie oblivious to the pain in her back as she shrieked piercingly, "Lay me down on the floor! Joe! Fuck me straight on the floor."
A moment later her ass was on the welcome mat by the door and Joe was doing push-ups above her. By raising her head she could look down past her stomach at the shaft pumping her snatch. Joe began to grunt louder. The quicker his push-ups, the harder his cock pumped her pussy, the louder his grunts and the more delirious she became. His voice cut through the commotion hoarsely, "Le' me know when you're ready."
Melanie screamed at the top of her voice, "I am! I'm ready!" The friction in her pussy had been raised to a delirious level of fuck heat. She clutched his neck with both arms; her heels clapped around his ass and spurred him on to faster, more ferocious lunges. Her snatch bounced on the flashing rod like a Yo-Yo on a string. She felt herself weakening as the pleasure increased. Her legs went first, falling wide and limp to the floor; then her arms were flung equally wide. The hammer in her womb had started with a ball point and progressed to a mallet-dull thuds of a driving jungle rhythm that made her pussy dance voluptuously. Then her whole body shook as if struck by lightning. Her cunt burst like a cantaloupe while her mouth shrieked the rage of her ecstasy.
By the time Joe triggered his cock, Melanie was already over the hump of her climax. His big ass bounced like the rear end of a bucking horse. She felt the flutters of the cock prior to its release, sharp tremors that suddenly ended when the release came and her pussy overflowed and Joe grimaced and his dick emerged to partial view, steaming with cunt heat.
His body suddenly weighed heavy on top of her. His size dwarfed her, but her snatch was wide enough to receive the final jiggers of sap. She noticed her pussy felt a little sore and was glad when she felt him move. He pulled up his groin, exposing the shaft and the hard sac of balls. The withdrawal of his dick eased the swelling sensation in her cunt.
His cock had been withdrawn to the head of the shaft. Melanie was about to wriggle out from under it when it descended with another terrific lunge. She opened her eyes and saw his dick plunge with hard measured strokes. She crossed her thighs, thus squeezing his pecker. "Are you still hard?" she asked incredulously.
Joe's voice sounded matter of fact. "Baby, I've only just begun to fuck."