Chapter 2
Freddi shivered as Carl began kissing her cunt. It was so intimate and special! He flicked his tongue between her labia and stings of pleasure made her quake with anticipation. Holding his prick and touching her lips to his swollen cockhead was just super delish! The cloying aroma from his nuts and crotch was like a shot of high-powered aphrodisiac; she moaned with delight!
Slowly she opened her lips and dropped her jaw and took his big cockhead into her eager mouth. Ohhhh! His tongue was dipping farther into her cunt, and she trembled with excitement. Now he fastened his lips around her clit, sucking gently.
Love it, love it! she thought, tipping her cunt higher. Why have I waited so long for this? I never ran into the right guy! Carl is pulling the fun right out of my cattle! It isn't like being prick fucked, but it sure is different and delicious!
She took more of his cockmeat into her eager mouth, and his tongue shot deeper into her trembling cunt. The tingles of joy increased, she moaned with pleasure. His hips lifted slightly. She had room now to mouth fuck his prick! Her head went up and down, his cock tensed, his big nuts started drawing up.
Pausing, she watched his balls. They dropped slowly back in their sac. She didn't want to have him come again this soon! All she had heard about fellatio indicated a man could get off really fast. None of that quickie stuff today! She wanted the whole thing . . .
Carl sipped Freddi's cunt juices and savored every sexy drop. He liked the way she was sucking cock. A few glides, then a pause. Nothing this damn good should be rushed! Her clit was longer than he had guessed from fingering it. That little female penis was standing up and begging for more teases.
As he continued to dally with her clit, she moaned fiercely. She was coming! Quickly he lifted his hips. He didn't want any teeth marks in his prick. A girl going into an orgasm could easily clamp her jaw shut!
"Ohhhh!" she cried, her clit pulsing in his lips. "Ohhhh! Oh, it's so good!"
He watched her long legs quiver, her pointy tits arched up against his belly, and the quick pulsing of her girlie cock sent thrills through his being. If she hadn't lied, this was her first mouth-suck orgasm. Damned if she didn't act like it.
"Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" she whimpered, getting through the best of her goodies. "Oh, Carl! That's just dreamy!"
He continued sucking until the shivers faded. Her legs dropped. He lifted his mouth and swung around to lie at her right, cupping her cunt in his play hand.
She'd got his cock back up hard again, and she'd gone off on his mouth, so the rest would be good old regular fucking. Who could knock that? He pressed her brown-haired snatch and leaned above her, taking a stiff brown nipple in his lips. Mmmmmmm.
Freddi gripped his prick in her pinkies and giggled. "Oh, why did you stop- eating me, stud?"
He ran his best finger slickly into her cunt. "I really like fucking the best."
"You were just afraid I'd make you go off!" she purred.
He laughed. "The main thing is, do you like sucking my cock?"
"Love it!" she cooed. "This really is my first time, sucking."
"Good," he grinned. He crawled over between her legs and she spread wide, curving her crotch up for his cock.
"I bet you've lapped a lot of pussy," she breathed, as his knob started into her fleshed-out cunt.
"I'm not saying. Up in your cunt is real fine. You like that, too, Freddi?"
"Ohh, yes!" she giggled. "Do it to me any time!"
Carl adjusted his hands and knees, lowered his head to her pretty, coned-up tits, and began to fuck her.. .
Marci Evans relaxed in the shade of the big maple tree and wished she had a boyfriend. She liked to lie out here on weekends, wearing only a bikini. She took the sun sparingly, she already had a smooth light tan.
A high wooden fence surrounded her aunt Helen's back yard, although the top- story of the Holt house was visible through the trees, and several windows faced her way. She wished Carl Holt would be interested enough to look over at her!
He was simply the sexiest man she had ever seen. Taking piano lessons from him was almost painful! After almost every lesson she came back home later, went to her room, and masturbated furiously! After being that close to him her orgasms were sweeter than usual.
Thinking about him now was tingling her cunt; she would have to play with herself again. If only she wasn't so shy! She had a good figure, prominent breasts, long legs and a nice rounded butt. She was nineteen, ripe, and still a virgin.
Working in the local bank had not helped her cause with the guys. She dressed very conservatively. The branch manager was a fussy old fart; he was not too wild about hiring females at all, but few men would work for the wages they offered.
Her aunt Helen was looking for a bedmate, too. Helen was not really Marci's aunt, just a distant cousin; but it didn't matter. They got along well, sharing expenses. Helen had a nice inherited income. She was thirty-two now, and 'over the hill' for most men. Her first and only marriage had ended in divorce.
Marci picked up her sun bathing things and walked into the house. Helen was gone some-where. Marci went upstairs to her room. She locked her door, just in case, and removed her bikini. Oh, her pussy really itched! Dozing in the shade, dreaming about Carl, had dampened her cunt. She crawled on the bed and spread her long, rounded thighs.
The next time I have a piano lesson I'm going to flirt with him! she thought, fitting her right hand on her cunt. He has a cute blonde wife, Dotty, but I don't care! I want him, I want him to break my cherry and drill me good!
The big lump in his pants indicated he was really 'hung' He liked her looks, too. She'd caught him staring at her thrusty tits. She wore tight fitting blouses or snug jerseys when she had her music lessons.
Marci brought her left hand up to her breasts. When she began turning on her boobs firmed and turned into tumid cones. Her dark nipples became very stiff and tender. Ummmmm! She loved to play with her tits. A girl wasn't sexy without a good, big set.
She pressed her tingling cunt and jiggled her palm. Ohhhhh! It was really sharp and good today. Slowly, now. Make the fun last! She thought about the last guy she'd dated, a traveling bank rep. He'd been too old for her, at around forty, but some of the girls she knew said older men were more experienced.
At dinner he hi rubbed his knees against hers under the table, and had wanted to go from dinner straight to 'her place.' She had revolted. She'd found out later he had stayed at a very cheap motel and hadn't wanted her to see it.
Crude bastard!
Ohhhh, her fun was happening! She placed a finger on each side of her clit and wiggled her hand swiftly! Yes, yessss! Ohhh! The stinging lances of delight drew up her legs, down from her hand-played tits and out the tip of her clitoris, pulse after pulse.
"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered loudly. "Ohhhh, damn!"
The bed creaked as she bucked and strained for the rest of her goodies. Twinges of relief bathed her crotch, her nipples lost some of their stiffness, and she rested, breathing hard. She let go of her girlie cock and cupped her entire cunt, thrusting slowly against her hand.
She knew Carl would know how to get the most out of her!
Helen Wood, her ear against the bedroom door, behind which Marci was having her pussy fun, felt a rage of lust in her own cunt. She had crept silently into the house after seeing that Marci was not out back on a blanket. Helen loved to eavesdrop, she was just naturally sneaky. She had lurked over around the Holt house a few times, after dark, hoping to overhear someone fucking. Those two young couples surely did a lot of it!
Helen dropped her right hand to her crotch, hugging her cunt. Marci fascinated Helen in a way that was definitely wrong, but Helen couldn't help it. She had liked the idea of lesbian sex ever since her early childhood, and it was the main reason her marriage had failed.
Don had come home early one day and had found her in bed with a neighbor girl. This had happened at San Jose, before she had inherited this house and some money from a relative back last. Seaside was a very 'straight' community, and Helen hadn't had a woman fuck since moving here.
She wanted to hump Marci. How nice it would be if she and her distant cousin could enjoy each other! Marci was hard up, or she wouldn't be boxing her cunt so often. But Marci had a big thing for Carl Holt. He was indeed a real hunk, and Helen would certainly fall over for him.
Certain men appealed to her; she wasn't a total lezzie.
Now the bed was sighing again. Marci was going after another climax. Helen pressed her cunt mound and shivered. She would have to masturbate, too. She pictured young Marci, all sprawled out, fondling her tits and pussy, tasting the delights of self pleasure.
"Ohhh!" Marci cried, as the bed sounds quickened. "Ohhh!"
She certainly comes fast! Helen thought, curling her cunt mound at her hand. I have to figure out some way to get in her panties. Seeing her around the house in undies and next to nothing is real torture! She's so damn naive. I do believe she's still a virgin. I don't care about that. I just want to fuck her!
"Oh, oh, ohhh!" came plaintively from Marci's bedroom. The bed springs creaked loudly. She was having her funnnnn! Pangs of achy passion gripped Helen's crotch, she hunched at her fingers. Ohhhh, she was almost ready for her own goodies! She wore pants and a blouse. Only thin panties and the crotch of the pants was between her fingers and her cunt.
She loved to bring her breasts into her pleasure trips, but that wouldn't do now. She wore bras, because her tits were fairly large and women her age didn't walk around town with their boobs jiggling, the way the young girls did.
Her hand worked faster on her cunt mound. Marci was starting to quicken her pace again. That girl really enjoyed herself! Helen jiggled her palm, her cunt arched forward, and she began her goodie trip! She almost cried out!
But something did happen, just as she finished her quickie. Her right shoulder struck the door! She moved swiftly away, toward the stairway! She couldn't tell whether Marci had stopped whipping her cunt; she had to get away! She crept out the back door. She went to her car, opened the door, and slammed it noisily.
Then she came into the house, making the usual sounds of arrival. She sank into a chair in the living room, rubbing her cunt, enjoying a few delayed twinges of relief. Damn! What would Marci think? Well, it's my house, Helen thought. I can be wherever I want to be! I'll deny everything! Tonight I'll have my fun the way I usually do, with lots of nice teasing and playing. I'll fuck Marci yet! I'll fuck her and eat her, too . . .
Marci rested on her bed, an awful feeling of guilt sweeping through her being. That suspicious sound on her door could indicate only one thing. Snoopy Helen had sneaked into the house and had been eavesdropping!
She drew her hands from her tender breasts and her puffy cunt. She left the bed and went into the bathroom, her face still hot with shame. Why should she feel this way? Girls had been relieving themselves as long as men had; they were just more secretive about it.
Helen was surely masturbating, too. She had no boyfriend, she was fairly attractive and sensual looking. Oh, to hell with Helen! Who cared what she did? Slipping over to the Holt house at night, peeking in windows. She probably wanted Carl as badly as she, Marci, wanted him!
One thing did bother Marci about their living arrangement. Helen liked to parade around the house in sheer undies and panty and bra outfits, as if inviting admiration from Marci. Marci was aware of girl-girl sex, she'd been 'propositioned' a few times. The idea was not really revolting or offensive, she simply thought about men, not girls.
Only a few weeks earlier Marci had found a girlie magazine on the coffee table which depicted females having sex, and apparently enjoying it. Helen had bought it and left it lying around, natch. At least they never talked about it.
As Marci made her body fresh she realized that she was still halfway turned on. She had been rudely interrupted in her fun trip. There would be other times soon. Anyway, on Monday she had her weekly piano lesson from Carl. She wanted to be totally 'ready' if he ever made a pass at her!
She hugged her cunt and shivered . . .
"One more, Freddi," Carl urged, staring up at the leggy tomboy. "You need a big one!"
"Oh, damn it, I've had about five biggies already!" Freddi sighed, resting. His cock was buried up in her juicy cunt, she did indeed look rather pooped, but he wanted to watch her get off one more time. He'd had his squirt, he could enjoy feeling her and watching her. She climaxed with such gusto!
He teased her stiff nipples and flexed his prick. She shivered, her face began to twist, and she started thrusting. He liked to kid her about how inexperienced she was, but actually she had a more abandoned ass bounce than either Dotty or Ella.
Some girls just never did learn how to work their hips in coital movements. They had spent so many years being 'nice and proper' that the idea of cooperative fucking never developed. Too many chicks just rested on their butt and let the man do all the stroking.
"Ohhhh, Carl!" Freddi whined, hunching faster. "Ohhhh, hold me tight! Uhhhhh! It's coming!"
"Come big, baby," he urged. "Come hard around my prick!"
Her cute tits peaked out, her face contorted, her head swung back and she shimmied her hips for the goodies. He felt the passion unwind in her body. Her cunt twitched, her legs tightened at his sides, and she shouted as the sensations spread through her leggy young figure. Damn goooood! Her final hard thrusts put a wide grin on his face.
"Oh, now I am pooped!" she breathed, eyes closed. The tremors of her after fun continued a few more seconds. He drew her down, patting her ass. He'd had about enough hot cunt. He didn't have to be hoggish; there was plenty of it around, available. Life was good.