Chapter 9
"Sorry I'm late, Marci," Carl Holt smiled, entering the studio where she'd been waiting for her lesson. Oh, he was worth waiting for! In tight pants and open-throated sport shirt, he was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. Of course, the fact that he had torn her cherry and given her a terrific fucking had something to do with her emotions!
"Oh, that's all right!" she beamed. She wore her tightest jersey and best looking jeans. She was proud of the way her tits pushed out at the jersey, and his dark eyes gleamed as he looked at her twin beauties.
The big house was very quiet. Carl moved up behind her and slid his arms under hers, cupping her breast cones.
"Wow!" she breathed. "I like this kind of music lesson!"
He breathed on the back of her neck, shaping her tender tit bulges. "Everyone's gone, sweetie. Does that suggest anything?"
"Yesss!" she breathed, shivering. "Won't some-one be coming--I mean--"
"You know that little house at the back of the lot?" he murmured.
"Yes!" It was a kind of summer house, hardly ever used. She had once heard a music student practicing violin in there. One of Ella's pupils.
"Meet me there in half an hour, Marci," he murmured, giving her achy breasts a hard, cozy squeeze.
She nodded eagerly. He leaned down, kissed her below the left ear. As she turned her head he fastened his mouth on hers. The cling of her lips on his, the slow, stroke of his tongue in her eager mouth, sent thrills all up and down her body. Ohhhh! The continued press of his hands on her tits underlined her need. She had waited days and days for this!
At last he drew away, and winked at her. She left the studio with a little wave of her hand, her head thudding, her pussy already wet. How she needed him and his big, stroking prick! Reaching home, Marci noticed that Helen's car was gone. Good! Marci needed no interference from her 'aunt.' Helen had been acting differently lately.
Had poor frustrated Helen found a boyfriend? She certainly needed one! But how did women her age line up steady fucking? Money was probably the only answer! She was fairly attractive, but no knockout.
Marci slipped along across the back lawn, into the alley and walked up behind the little summer cabin at the rear of the Holt lot. A door faced the alley and she found it unlocked. She slipped inside. The drawn drapes created a warm twilight. She sat on the edge of a couch, waiting. She reached up and cupped her tits: How tender and swollen they were! How they ached for Carl's hands and mouth!
She noticed the little house had a bathroom, thankfully. Having sex fun was sometimes kind of messy!
Suddenly a door opened at the back of the cabin, and Carl stepped inside! He grinned and moved up beside her, sitting at her right on the couch. His left arm gripped her waist.
"Damn!" he murmured, his play hand returning to her tits.
"Ohhh, Carl!" she whispered. "I need this real bad!"
"Hey, I know," he said. He took her mouth and his tongue seemed to stroke all the way down to her tingling cunt! He shaped her covered tits, and then began to lift her jersey. She reached over and touched his prick lump, trembling with eagerness. He had so much prick! His basket swelled as she fondled it. Dreamy thrills spread through her body. She dived her tongue around his, curving her tits out just as the thin jersey fabric cleared her swollen cones. Ohhhh, her nipples were as stiff as finger-ends!
He had such a pretty, blonde wife it was a wonder he had any energies left for other girls. But he was that kind of man!
She sank back on the couch, sucking his tongue, shivering with stinging delight. She certainly hoped no spying neighbors had seen her slip into this cabin! He continued kissing her mouth, nibbling on her lips, breathing hard. He wasn't nearly ready to come, but he knew his uneven intake of air was stimulating for her.
His mouth came unglued, he stood beside the couch, removing his shirt, loosening his pants. She quickly unfastened her jeans and slid them to the floor. In her panties and half nylons she spread out on the couch. As his pants dropped, revealing his cock inside his colorful briefs, she shook with craving. God!
His shorts slid to the floor. The high angled length of his cock made her gasp with joy! It was so long and sexy! It was the answer to any hot girl's dream!
Marci skinned out of her panties and tossed them at him, giggling. He caught the scented lacy nothing and sniffed at it.
"Smells like fresh young pussy," he chuckled.
"Well, I hope so--! " she laughed. "When're you going to sniff at the real thing?"
"Soon, baby, soon," he grinned, moving down at her right. He was reaching for her cunt, and she had her hand on his rigid, leaky-headed prick when a strange sound interrupted. The back door opened and Helen Wood stood there!
"What the hell--? " Carl growled, moving off the couch.
Marci had never been so confused and embarrassed in her life! Of all the crazy things! Had Helen slipped a cog somehow? She wore snug short and halter, and looked very sexy.
"Carl!" Helen cried. "I need you! I want to join in! I'll do anything!"
"You awful, spying thing!" Marci gasped. She felt terribly naked, which she was!
"Please, Carl and Marci!" Helen implored. She came in, closing the door behind her. As a kind of afterthought she said: "I've had a key to that door for years, before you ever came here, Carl. I'm sorry! I'm desperate!"
He shrugged and looked over at Marci. "What do you say, Marci?"
Marci did indeed feel sympathy for her distant relative. But what had made her so bold? Only one real answer--Carl had fucked her! Somehow Marci knew it.
"I guess it's all right," Marci said, weakly. "I know you need sex, Helen. I just wish you'd get it from him when I'm not here!"
Carl sat back on the couch. "Well, get your clothes off, Helen. We might as well have a party."
Marci noticed that his cock was back up, high and hard. At the moment of the break-in his prick has lost dimensions. Helen stared at it, glassy-eyed, swiftly removing her halter. Marci was surprised at the size and shape of Helen's tits. It was hard to tell with clothes on. She had a really sexy pair! Her nipples were long and thick, with wide bands of dark flesh around the cones . . .
Carl was not as upset as he pretended. This was a great situation. Neither one of these cunts had been the threesome route, it was as plain as day. He was going to get all he could out of this setup. Ella's proposition sounded better all the time. She hadn't brought it up recently, however, not since the night she and Freddi had 'gone to a movie.' It was fairly obvious they had got some strange prick.
Not difficult for two top-drawer cunts like those two were.
"Say, Helen, I was just about to give Marci some prick," he grinned, placing his hand back on Marci's cunt. "Why don't you dance around a little and show off your body."
"If you--say so!" Helen gasped. Her shorts and panties were gone now, and she stood red-faced beside the couch. Her dark-haired cunt looked puffed, like maybe she'd been boxing it herself. Helen opened her rich, white thighs and started undulating her bod. She brought her hands up to her breasts and fondled them . . .
I can't believe I'm here, doing this! Helen thought wildly. It's awful, but my cunt is turning wet! I just knew Carl would plan something today, when Marci had her piano lesson. I hid my car down the alley, and slipped up on them. Ohhhh!
"Go, go, baby!" Carl grinned, his right hand on Marci's pretty cunt. How delicious Marci looked with no clothes on! Helen knew she wanted to fuck Marci! This might be the right time and place! Once they got started they could do it often. Carl certainly wouldn't be around Seaside forever.
Helen had visited a night club a few years before and had watched an erotic performance; that had been in Nevada. She knew what men liked to watch, a woman pretending to be screwed. She opened her thighs and stared at Carl's huge prick, and hunched her hips. The thrusting motions were stimulating!
"Play with your cunt, Helen," Carl grinned, his play finger stroking in Marci's young, dewy pussy. "Oh, do I have to?" Helen implored.
"Hey, make it exciting," he chuckled.
Helen had gone this far, she simply was not going to miss this chance at his beautiful prick! She hadn't seen it in all its glory the night he had horned her out on the patio; now it was in clear sight. It was just too much!
She dropped her right hand down to her cunt, and started fondling her clit. Ohhhh, it was so stiff and tender! She rocked her hips and played with her tits, using her free left hand. Ohhh! If she didn't stop- this she was going to come! The thought of having her goodies in such circumstances was horribly naughty, even though Carl had fucked her once. Marci was watching as closely as Carl.
"Come off for us, Helen," Carl chuckled. "You need one!"
"Ohhh, please--ohhhh, don't ask that!" Helen protested. But already she was quickening her hand movements! She was caught up in her lust, she was trapped by her cravings, and she had no shame at all. What was she turning into, a raving nympho?
"Come on, Helen, go off!" Marci giggled. "I didn't know you can dance like that."
"It comes easy for hot women, Marci," Carl chuckled.
Helen squirmed and hunched and fondled her clit. The stings of erotic pleasure quickened! She was going to go-go right here in front of them! Now she wanted to! She would show them just how sexy and alluring she really was.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, her hand flying on her curved-out cunt. "Ohhhh, I'm coming! Ohhhh!"
As her hips lurched and her breasts jiggled, the sweet nuances of her orgasm raked her body! She remembered coming so hard around his prick out on the Holt patio, she had thought about it dozens of times since, and now she was coming for him again! Her legs weakened as she screwed her hand, feeling the honeyed pulsing of her clit . . .
Marci could hardly believe Helen was actually doing this! Playing with her cunt and tits and having her climax in such extraordinary circumstances! She really wanted Carl! A woman desperate for prick would do this for a fuck.
Helen finished her come fun and staggered back into a chair, legs sprawled, her hand still busy on her cunt. Her face was a mask of passion, she was certainly not finished with her fun!
Carl murmured in Marci's ear. "Sweet stuff, let Helen get some prick, huh? She's earned it. I'll have lots for you later."
"Sure," Marci whispered. "She needs it, bad!"
Helen opened her eyes and stared at the bed. Carl still had his finger up in Marci's cunt, and Helen began fondling her box again. A deep flush colored her cheeks and throat.
"Come on over and join us, Helen," Carl said. "You need some of this cock."
"Oh, I certainly do!" she gasped. "More than anything!" She leaped from the chair and Marci drew away to make room for Helen. Marci crawled from the couch, came around it and sank down at Carl's right. He gave her a sly wink that Helen couldn't see.
Now Carl buried his play hand in Helen's uptilted cunt and leaned above her enough to suck her swollen, long-nippled tits. Her fierce moan of pleasure as Carl fingered her cunt made Marci feel good. Helen's left hand sought and found his tumid prick, and she moaned again. She cuddled his meat like it was the only cock in the world!
Suddenly Helen was having her come shot! Her legs kicked, her breasts arched high, she uttered a harsh cry of ultimate pleasure. Marci had heard it before, when Helen masturbated, but this sound was louder, more vivid! She was coming with a man's finger in her cunt and his lips sucking a peaked-up nipple!
"Ohhh, oh, ohhhhh!" Helen whimpered, keeping her firm grip on his cock. "Ohhhh, Carl, it's so good!"
"Baby, you come off real hard," Carl muttered, his finger still stroking in Helen's cunt.
"Oh, you make me come hard!" Helen breathed.
Marci held her own cunt in her right hand, wondering how much time he was going to spend on Helen. She soon had her answer. He turned from Helen and removed her hand from his prick.
"Climb up on it, Marci," he grinned. "It's your time for cock."
"Yesss!" she breathed. She moved over above him, and Helen scooted away to make room. How totally different to be mounting a man while her distant relative watched! Helen was staring, wide-eyed. Marci felt certain this was her 'aunt's' very first threesome, and it was certainly Marci's first!
Marci was too hungry for sliding prick to care about anything else! She spread her thighs and brought her achy, puffy cunt down to his swollen prickhead. As the burning glans parted her swollen labia, as his big prickhead oozed up into her shivery cunt, she uttered a wild cry of delight.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh, it's so gooood!"
Her thighs tightened on his body, his hands cradled her tits, and she started thrusting. It was like before, only better! Having Helen here was not bothering her any more! She wanted to show Helen she could put out a good fuck!
She hunched several times, and couldn't hold back! Her fun was storming through her loins! Her clit throbbed, her cunt twitched, and the pangs of cuntal delight drew another cry from her throat! She bucked and stroked furiously, creaking the couch. She had waited so long for his prick! She hoped she wouldn't have to wait that long again . . .
Helen watched Marci buck and thrust to her come, and she almost shouted her envy. Yes, she had gone off on his hand, but that wasn't like taking prick! Helen didn't grip her own cunt, she just had to wait her turn at his cock.
Marci slumped, breathing hard, while he fondled her tits, grinning up at her. Sure, she was so young and pretty! What chance did a woman Helen's age have to capture a stud like Carl?
"Very good, Marci," Carl chuckled.
"Yes, you went off so big!" Helen blurted, surprising herself. She was 'getting into' the party idea! Why not enjoy it to the limit? She had gone this far, she would go 'all the way,' although she wasn't certain what that meant . . .
Carl tensed his prick and cuddled Marci's fine, firm tits. Another swift burst of stroking and he was shooting his load. He reached over and dropped his hand on Helen's cunt.
"Oh, Carl, that feels so nice!" Helen giggled.
He squeezed her expanded cunt. She was more relaxed than before, she was not so uptight. Once girls got into a trio situation they generally enjoyed it. He could not see two men sharing a woman, but maybe it did happen. It wouldn't for him.
"I'll have my cock in there soon, baby," he said, pushing his best finger into her oozy cunt.
She laughed and bucked up at his hand. "I know it, you big stud! I just feel wonderful about this!"
"Good," he said, rolling his finger stem on her stiff clitoris. "We ought to have more parties like this."
Helen beamed, her cunt twitched. "Oh, I certainly hope so! What do you say, Marci?"
"It's fine with me," Marci giggled. "Maybe you could take piano lessons from Carl, Helen."
"I'd rather take fuck lessons!" Helen laughed . . .
Marci was ready for another top-ride orgasm. Ohhh, she had to have it! Helen was okay now, she was accepting things the way they were. Marci started thrusting. Yesss! His cock was even harder! She knew the signs; he was going to go off up in her cunt! His face grew taut, he arched his hips higher and gripped her swollen breasts with purpose in his actions.
"Ride it hard, baby!" Carl growled. "Get your pussy off around my prick! Yeahhhhh!"
Marci whimpered as she bucked toward her fun peak. Ohhhh! It was going to be a BIG one! It was going to be the best cunt spasm she had ever experienced! Yess. A few more thrusts . . . a few more hard bounces . . . and she shouted as the passion rippled through her loins, her ass and her jiggling tits!
"Ohhhh!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, come in my cunt, Carl! Shoot your jism clear up between my tits!"
The sudden throbbing of his cock in her shivery cunt, his shudder of release, made her a total girl, a hot coming girl, the kind of pussy a real stud enjoyed . . .
Helen shook with lust. It was so stimulating to watch Marci have her fun on Carl's big, spurting prick! Things between she and Marci would never be the same; they would be more exciting!
Marci's last fun hunches were terribly dramatic. That girl was as passionate as Helen herself. They wouldn't be masturbating in secret after this; they could watch each other and have all kinds of fun! Carl wanted more parties with them!
Finally Marci fell forward, and Carl held her tightly as she finished hunching for her goodies. His hand had drawn away from Helen's cunt. She didn't need it any more right now. It would soon be her turn for that long, thick cock!
"Oh, it gets better every time, Carl!" Marci breathed:
"Sure it does, sweet stuff," he murmured.
Helen breathed in the strong aroma of his semen. Ohhhh, it was the most wonderful fragrance in the whole world!
His hands caressed Marci's pretty, rounded ass cheeks, and she sighed. He patted Helen's juicy cunt. Boldly Helen reached over and fondled Marci's sweet, rounded butt. Marci lifted her head and smiled at Helms.
"That feels good, Helen! After ,white I want to play with your ass, and your cunt, too!"
"That will make it all the better!" Helen giggled.