Chapter 12
Nancy, naked to the waist, knelt before Andy and he drank in the magnificent sight. That proud head, those upstanding breasts which pointed at him like twin cannon, those hips that filled her skirt until it was tight, those long legs which were revealed almost all the way up as she knelt and her skirt was hiked up on her thighs.
She smiled up into his face and her voice was almost a whisper. "This is for a cause, you know. For Gina, for my daughter. She must know these things if she's to become a complete woman. We couldn't have her learning from the wrong people. She's beautiful, as you well know. People would begin to take advantage of her all too soon."
Andy nodded. He felt as though he were part of a holy mission. Yes, he knew what had to be done and he sure as hell didn't mind being Gina's teacher-one of her teachers.
Nancy leaned more heavily on his lap and her hands slid up his legs. Yes, that felt good. Her fingers were strong as they gripped his thighs. Then she was moving her hands higher as she leaned forward. Again she looked him in the eye.
"Remember, you're free to help yourself to anything."
He leaned forward now as her hands were only inches from his crotch and he again palmed those breasts. They were more heavy than ever, hot and ripe, the nipples still like chunks of metal.
He slid his hands down to her waist, over her brown firm body. There was no fat on this woman, only normal female padding and muscle, all of it in the perfect places. At her waist he shoved his fingers inside the tight band of her skirt and she gave a small gasp, sucking in her flat belly. Nancy was hot down there, he realized. That was where her action really was.
He ran his fingers along the band and, as he did so, she recovered enough to lean closer. Her hands went all the way up to his crotch and it was his turn to gasp. Christ, he couldn't function when she was doing that to him. He couldn't control his muscles and certainly not his fingers.
He sat back with a gasp while she moved to his belt. There she fiddled with the buckle until she had it figured out and the thing was becoming loose in her fingers. She got it open and then she unhooked his pants. She grasped the zipper tab and everyone in the room heard the soft hiss.
Andy looked up at Gina. She'd given him a great deal the night before, but it was certain that her mother had still more to give. Andy himself had also given a great deal, but he hadn't run out of gas yet. He smiled at the young girl over her mother's head.
"Your mother is special, Gina. Very special. She's going to make certain that you're wonderful for someone."
Nancy looked up for an instant "Wonderful for all the right people, as I have always been. A good woman should spread it around among good men. That's what life is all about Ask William. He's had his share of good women."
"That's right" Bill affirmed as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. "Give and take, that's our philosophy."
Andy sighed as he felt his pants being parted and he looked down at that wonderful head with its thick and shining brown hair. He touched the crown of her head lightly and she looked up with a quick smile. But then she bent to her task again, opening the front of his pants all the way and then rummaging in his shorts until she had freed his prick. It was like a broom handle as it thwanged out stiffly, standing at attention. There were a couple of gasps of admiration from the viewing audience.
Andy looked at it too. Christ but it was large, at that. Plenty big. It was brown and veined and it throbbed with a pulse of its own, up and down, the head weaving slightly as it did so. Nancy half straightened and gazed at it and then she was smiling.
"You see, William? Do I know how to pick a man or do I know how to pick a man?"
"You know how to pick a man, my dear," Bill said as he got his cigar going in a swirl of blue smoke. He blew it to one side and smiled over his wife's bent head at Andy. "Sure I'm permissive as hell, but I also get all the variety I want. I'm sure you understand my point."
Andy didn't answer. His nerves were leaping about too much for him to think about anything else except the beautiful specimen on her knees before him. Her position of supplication made him feel peculiarly erotic, as though he were the master and she the slave.
And so it was, for the moment.
Nancy leaned close to the cock and she placed a finger on the side of its shaft. Andy sucked air as she touched it with another finger and then another until she lightly gripped it in her fist, as though it were the handle of a tennis racquet.
Yes, that felt good, very good. He leaned back with a sigh, but he was far from relaxed. How could a man relax when he was being treated to the most exciting moment of his life, the most delightful moment?
Nancy took her fingers from his prick and she quickly spread his pants farther, all the way open, jerking on them until he had to half rise long enough for her to get the pants down to his knees. "Now his entire crotch was in view as she shoved his shirt up over his belly and pulled his shorts down with the pants.
She inspected his crotch for a moment and then, spreading his knees, she leaned between them. She reached low, under his crotch and found his balls. Her fingers rolled them gently and rockets flashed inside Andy's head from the exquisite sensation. She was handling his very life, squeezing every ounce of pleasure out of it. God, it was so wonderful!
She handled his balls as though they were the crown jewels, cautiously, with reverence, and he appreciated that. She knew what she held in her hands and she didn't make it a light thing. It was a great moment for them both.
At last she released his nuts and they were throbbing as they fell back between his legs. They were squirming with stirred up sperm and they ached for release. His balls actually ached to be fired off, so filled were they with passion. Even though he'd been drained considerably the night before. He was pleased with his powers of recuperation.
Nancy slid her hands forward until they were at the base of his prick. She gripped him there, firmly, her fingers strong now. No need to be gentle here, because this was his muscle, his toughness, the part of him that was macho. He could take anything up here.
She ringed his prick with her fingers, but she could barely make her fingers meet, so big around was he. He was proud of this, of course.
But she got a firm grip and then she was looking over her shoulder. "Gina, can you see?"
Andy looked, too. The girl was seated in her chair, leaning forward, her hands on her thighs. He thought for an instant that her hands had been higher on her legs, perhaps under the hem of her mini, but he couldn't be sure. There were spots of pink in her cheeks and her eyes were dancing with a slightly wild look.
"Yes, mother." Her voice was breathy and she tossed her head to send taffy-colored locks from over one eye. "I can see everything."
"Good. I want you to look and I want you to ask questions." She smiled sweetly. "After alL I'm doing this just for you."
"Of course, mother."
Nancy looked back at Andy. "Isn't she wonderful?"
Andy looked at Gina again. Now that her mother was no longer looking her hands were back up under her mini. She must have been gripping her ripe little pussy, pinching it. She blinked and squeezed her eyes shut as Andy watched and he saw her swallow rapidly. Yes, she was getting her rocks off, all by herself. Probably did it all the time at the Goddamned girls' school up north.
But Andy had other things on his mind. The mother was gripping his prick as though it were a baseball bat, fingers locked, and she pulled hard on the thing. Andy gasped because it hurt and because he loved the hurt Then she was beginning to pump, setting up a slow but steady rhythm. It would be effective in her own sweet time.
She spoke again. "You see how it's done, darling? Every man must be stroked. That's basic. Stroke him, set up a rhythm. Whether it's with your vagina, your hands, your buttocks, whatever. You can even do it with the side of your knee if you know how to jiggle cleverly enough. I hope you understand what's going on."
"After all, mother," Gina said, sounding like a child being over-taught, "I'm hardly a virgin any more."
"Yes, but that doesn't make you an expert. Many a woman has been ... well, fucked many times, but that doesn't mean she's getting full mileage from her body-or from her mate's. You've got to be educated and talented."
She continued stroking and Andy could feel his body begin to peak. Yes, he'd come soon enough. She was drawing his sperm slowly from its hidden places, mustering it on the parade ground so that it would be ready to charge when she gave it the final order.
She stroked on and he felt his body pucker. He was beginning to have slight spasms. He couldn't control his muscles any more, and his hands were rolling into damp fists as he dug them into the seat cushion at either side of his body. Even his toes were curling now and he could feel a tingle in his scalp.
She worked on, occasionally leaning back so that Gina could see everything. Yes, the daughter was a fine observer. She leaned closer and her hands continued to work under her mini. Andy saw Bill looking at her and a moment later her father was rising and going to Gina's side again. He sat on the arm of her chair, looking from his wife's activities to his daughter's.
Andy was pulling out his cheeks because his mouth was so dry. He gulped and wished he had a drink of something. A bloody Mary would have been wonderful, or a screwdriver. Anything to give his insides some lubrication. But, no matter, he'd be adequately lubricated soon enough.
Then he watched that glossy head as it bent to its task. She was stroking him with more vigor and the steady slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. There was no other sound except the occasional rustle of Gina's mini or the squeak of leather as Bill settled more firmly on the arm of his daughter's chair. He was watching her hands, too. He knew what the child was doing.
Nancy worked her hands toward the head of his cock and soon she was gripping it, still stroking, right behind the knob. The heavy flange spread around her fingers as she pulled at him. It felt so wonderful that Andy made himself hold back. He didn't want to blast too soon.
She peered into his face. "Is it time?"
He nodded. "Damned near. Careful."
"Careful the man says, careful the man gets," she intoned.
She took her hands away and rested for a moment until his crisis subsided. She glanced once at Gina, saw what the child was doing and then she gestured to her husband. "You know what to do, William. We can't allow her to do that sort of thing. It probably goes on at Bay Academy all the time, but we don't want our daughter to get the habit Help her, idiot."
"All right all right, in time," Bill shot back. "I've got my eye on her."
Andy felt his peak pass and he knew he had a couple of minutes of grace before he would be on the brink once again. Nancy saw this, too, and she leaned very close to his prick, looking it right in the eye, her hazel eyes focused on the tiny slit in its tip. Andy stared, sweat beading his forehead. Would she? Sure she would. That's what all this was about. Nancy wouldn't be a woman to hold back.
She leaned that fabulous face close in a sudden movement and he felt the brush of her lips on the tip of his knob. Christ! Yes, it was a bolt of electricity shooting into his body. It was wonderful. Yes, that was what this was all about. That face, those full educated lips, that strong mouth. Go, Nancy, go, he wanted to shout. But he kept his mouth shut. She wouldn't take orders. She'd do it her way.
She kept her head close and she kissed him on the tip of his prick a second time. This time it was more than a brush. It was a full kiss, one that took a couple of seconds. He tingled all over again with more voltage than before. She kissed him still another time and this time he might have felt something else.
He kept his hands at his sides as she looked up into his face, her expression solemnly smoldering. She was loving it as much as he, her expression told him.
Then that wonderful head was bowed for still another kiss and this time he felt it. Her lips were parted and he felt moisture from her mouth escape and mingle on the head of his cock with his own lubrication. She held the kiss and then he could feel the tip of her tongue-that wonderful tongue that could rasp like a cat's.
He shuddered and she gripped his knees harder as though to steady him. He nodded and she kept on with it. Her lips parted further and the tongue came out. It drilled straight into the small slit on his knob and he gasped. Christ, she was right at the heart of his manhood. There was nowhere else for her to go. This was the hub of his universe.
She licked him again, the tongue coming out more. It wrapped and curled about his knob now, rasping him, grating against those delicate nerves. They were jumping for joy, going out of their little overworked minds. They didn't know what to do next-but Andy knew what they would do.
She moved her mouth this way and that until she could lick behind his flange, catching any lubricant residue that might have collected there. He gasped and started with each new lick and it was terrific.
Then she paused, drew back and studied his knob. "I do believe you're ready, tiger," she whispered.
He nodded. "I can only agree, madam."
"Keep your eyes open, Gina," her mother warned. "Don't get too distracted with yourself at this moment. It's important that you take all this in." She giggled like a child. "Just as I take it all in."
Then those full lips were parted and they came down on his prick. He sank an inch into her mouth before her tongue stopped him. She held it that way for a moment, sucking, before her tongue shifted and she allowed him to sink another inch, and then another.
He was flexing his ass muscles now, lifting himself an inch from the chair and coming down again. Her head was also bobbing in opposition to his thrust so that with each meeting he moved another fraction of an inch into her head. He sank and sank and sank like an oil well drill going into the earth.
Soon she had more than half of his massive cock in her mouth and it was trailing into her throat. She'd managed to relax those muscles to accommodate him with ease. She didn't choke, even though he kept feeding her more.
Soon he gave a final thrust and his balls flapped against her chin. She had him all the way, locked in, ready for the final act.