Chapter 6
Andy gasped sharply and then he tried to stifle the sound behind a cough. He pressed his hand to his mouth and choked for a moment, until Gina removed her hand from his pouch. She must have felt everything. He was like a heated stone down there and he'd felt her fingers close directly on his shaft. She would have thought she was wrapping them around a baseball bat.
Nancy was sitting back in her chair, chatting gaily still, occasionally casting approving glances at Bill. Neither of them could see a thing, thanks to the generous size of the photo album. It covered enough of their laps so that Gina and he could have....
His mind boggled for a moment. Jesus, they could do almost anything under that book, and it felt as though they were going to.
The fingers were back, almost up to Andy's waist now. He felt their tender tips delicately poke about under the flap of his fly. His jacket had had been unbuttoned and was pulled back from his front, out of the way. The fingers sought and then found the zipper tab.
"I'm awfully pleased that you chose to celebrate your business success with us, Andrew," Nancy was gushing. "We're so proud of you, you know, even though we've just met. And I know they'll love you in Phoenix."
Bill cocked his eye at his wife. "They already love him in Phoenix."
"No matter." Nancy shook her glossy head. "Tonight he's ours to love and well make the most of it"
Andy could hardly follow the conversation and it droned in the back of his head like a monotone as he kept his eyes on the photo album. The pictures swam before his gaze, running together. Pictures of half-naked bodies, not all of them at the beach. Occasionally there was a half-naked backyard scene or even a scene in a bedroom. If they hadn't belonged to the Blairs, Andy would have classed them as erotic. There were so many half-revealed nipples and crotches and asses, always in a fresh demure fashion, of course, but half revealed anyhow.
He felt his fly begin to go. He could hear the slow hiss of the zipper as her fingers snaked it down. She moved very slowly but inch after inch of Andy's fly was parting. Of that he was certain. He could feel the lessening pressure of his pants as the material began to open.
He sucked air and felt his pulse racing. His pulse? Hell, everything in Andy's body was racing. He could feel his temples throb, his neck pound as a nerve there beat a rhythm; his heart was trying to pull itself out of orbit. In his belly things were going crazy and he could feel his sperm charging about in his crotch, looking for an escape. It would find one soon enough.
Her soft fingers had the fly all the way open now and they slipped over the gap as though exploring the avenues of entry. There was only one way to go, baby, Andy thought as he bit his lower lip and tried to keep his face from twisting in expectant ecstasy. Only one way to go. Gina went.
The fingers dipped inside as though she were dipping them into a showcase of valuable jewels-which wasn't far from the truth. She found his shorts and he felt the fingers strike his cock. She probed some more and the slit in his shorts was located and she parted that already soggy material which didn't have any strength left, anyhow.
Then she went down again and at last flesh touched flesh. She found his cock, with nothing between it and her. Gina's fingers ran along the shaft for a short distance as though she were calculating its exact size and location. Then she looked into Andy's face with wide eyes.
"My, you are a successful man, Mr. York," she said in her little girl voice.
He tried to smile. "Andy and Gina, remember?" His voice was strangled, but there was nothing he could do about it. "Good old Andy."
"Yes, Andy." It wasn't really a squeaky child's voice but a young and breathy voice, a very exciting voice.
He loved to hear her say his name. "You are successful."
"I should say," Bill boomed from the other side of the coffee table. "A man doesn't get a million-dollar sale every day of the week."
"Oh, William," his wife chided, looking shyly at her husband. "That isn't what Gina meant. She means she likes him, that he's a nice companion. See how polite he is to spend time looking at our boring family pictures."
Andy fixed his gaze on Nancy for a moment, his eyes dropping frankly to her breasts. They were rising and falling faster and they seemed heavier. Was she getting worked up just from sitting around talking? Did she suspect what was going on between Gina and him? "Not boring, Nancy," he said. "I'm having the time of my fife, the highlight of my trip. Believe me."
Nancy closed her eyes briefly in acknowledgment "I believe you, Andrew. I believe you."
The fingers slowly wrapped themselves around his prick as Nancy continued. "Make sure Andrew sees everything, Gina darling. We mustn't leave anything out I want him to enjoy his stay with us. That's your responsibility. You young people should enjoy one another."
"Yes, mother," Gina replied like a docile schoolgirl.
She had a grip on his cock now and then she released, easing her fingers to slide them all the way in to the base of his prick. There she slipped a finger or two back and forth in his stiff and damp hairs until Andy had to hold his breath to keep from going off.
Then her fingers marched around and under his cock until they rummaged below. He had to spread his knees somewhat to give her working room, but the photo album continued to provide enough of a screen. She got under him and worked until she found a ball. She caught it between thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it back and forth until Andy wanted to scream with delight.
Apparently Gina sensed his imminent orgasm for his balls were released She brought her hand back to the top of his cock and began a slow march out toward his tip. For the moment Andy was able to choke back the surging sperm, but only for a moment.
She walked her fingers out to his knob and there she explored it "Golly," she breathed.
"What? What is it dear?" Nancy was leaning forward, her eyes dancing. "What do you feel ... I mean, see?"
Gina blinked at her mother as Andy gazed into her fabulous face. "I didn't ... um, realize that some of these pictures were blown up so big. You know? Really bigger than life. And so clear and sharp."
Nancy nodded until her hair was falling over her face. "Yes, yes, tell me more."
"WelL you know, they're pretty, that's all. Don't you want to come and see for yourself?"
Nancy shook her head. "Not now. You two enjoy yourselves while we old folks chat" She smiled benignly and patted Bill's hand as it rested on the arm of his chair.
Gina tested his knob, slowly circling it and looking wide-eyed into Andy's face. "I didn't realize...."
"What?" Andy choked.
"That ... uh, looking at pictures could be so much fun. Really...." Her face was flushed and more beautiful than ever. He wanted desperately to French her right in front of God, mother and father and everybody.
She closed her hand over the knob and his prick settled into her palm as though it had found a home. He closed his eyes and lifted his hips an inch, driving the head into her hand. She kept the hand firm and the pressure was increased. Two or three strokes like that and he'd be off to the races.
He had to take it easy or he'd blow the photo album right off their laps and they'd be exposed. Christ, Bill would loll him if he knew what was going on. Perhaps Nancy saw the distress on his face.
"Andy, can you see well enough? Are you close enough to the album?" she wanted to know.
Andy could only gasp. "I ... I...."
Nancy turned to her daughter. "Gina, why don't you climb up on Andrew's lap? I don't see any harm. Get the album closer to his face. I'm sure he's strong enough to support a little thing like you, aren't you, Andrew?"
"Good idea," Bill blurted and Andy saw that the husband had a hand in his pocket. He could have sworn that strong fingers were digging into his pouch.
Was the old man playing with himself right before their eyes? He didn't have time to ponder the possibility for long.
"Okay," Gina said and then she was on her feet in front of Andy, the album clutched in her hands, but still between Andy and her parents. For an instant they looked into his ripped crotch together. They could see the shaft shooting straight forward, nestled in his soggy shorts, but with the head ready to snap free at the slightest movement.
She smiled into his face like a madonna. I'm so glad you like pictures, Andy."
"Sure, sure," he gasped. "Come on, let's see some more."
She squirmed about in front of him, always keeping her body between him and her parents. And what a body. A lot of naked leg, those young breasts that continued to grow before his eyes, those flushed cheeks. He wanted to grab for her and get it all over with, right there on the floor in front of her mother and father.
Instead he waited as she eased herself down on his lap. He could feel his prick bend painfully as she squirmed into position and then she was settled. Her skirt was very high and he could see up her bare thighs almost to her crotch, but he knew that teenagers never gave much thought as to how much they were exposing.
She settled down and his prick slowly worked its way between her legs so that it had a bit of space in which to nestle comfortably without being broken or at least badly sprained.
She opened the album on her lap, seemingly only an instant before her dress would have hiked up enough to expose her crotch. He imagined it was all the way up there now and exposed, if it hadn't been for the album.
As she wiggled and settled down to show him more pictures Andy realized something. Her dress was all the way up in the back, settled down over his thigh so that there was no dress between him and her. He should have been feeling silky pants against his open crotch, but he did not. He felt only warm skin. Naked warm skin!
He started so that Gina almost fell from him, but she recovered her balance, her dress hiking up all the more. She was naked almost to the waist-naked!-except for the protection of the album. She had placed it cleverly so that her parents couldn't make out a thing.
Andy's thoughts whirled. When she and Nancy left the room for a couple of minutes to go into the bedroom, had the mother left Gina alone long enough for the girl to remove her pants? Had she planned this caper all along? He made a face. Who knew? Maybe teen-agers didn't wear pants any more. Maybe they were considered square, like bras.
He looked into Gina's bodice. Was she wearing a bra now? He looked for strap impressions around her shoulders, but he could see none. What did it matter, anyhow, when she was bare-assed from the waist down?
She'd wiggled back into position and he felt his prick make its move. It was poking up between her legs and when she lifted the album-still using it carefully as a shield-they could both look down and see the knob coming up toward them, its eye almost blinking back at them as it made its request.
Gina glanced briefly into Andy's face, smiling, and then the album was back in place. She squirmed forward enough so that the prick slid back, more deeply between her thighs. She wormed this way and that, seemingly without thinking, until it was right under her cunt. He knew that He could feel the heat her fine, dewy hairs and the soft tender lips that were pressing down on his prick.
Shit! Just like that he was right in position, feeling her most vital part, ready to go all the way, as the high school kids used to say.
He blew out his cheeks and realized he didn't need to do a damned thing. She was positioning herself exactly now, working until his knob was thrusting up toward her, right between her gates.
He glanced across at the others. Nancy was watching, still the alert bird on its branch, looking for a worm. Bill was smoking furiously, his hands plunged into his pockets and he was certain Bill was ready to go oft Did they really know what was going on?
How could they? Gina was being discreet She was keeping things well hidden. Surely they weren't in on this caper. What reason would they have to condone such behavior by their precious daughter?
He didn't know, and, at the moment, he didn't give a good God damn. He only knew that he could feel the first inch of his cock slide into her cunt It was opened over his prick like the bomb bays of a giant airplane which was waiting to take aboard a full load. Well by sweet Christ he'd see that she got it all.
She hunched back and forth, miraculously still occasionally turning a page of the album She settled down hard on him and he felt another inch press into her. She was a very tight little thing and soon he felt the membrane. Ah! As he'd suspected, she'd never done this before. She'd chosen him to be her first He hoped it went easily.
Surprisingly, it did. He felt a small tear and she gave an even smaller cry and her mother looked anxious. "What is it child? Tell me at once."
Gina shook her head. "Nothing. I just caught my ... I just got caught on something, that's all. Ifs going to be all right"
Nancy turned to Bill, patting his arm because his hands were still in his pockets. "I think we made a wise choice in making dear Andrew our new friend, my dear William. I think he's good company for Gina ... for us, too, of course."
Bill made some sound that could have indicated his agreement.
Then Gina was coming down on Andy again, taking another inch as her pussy opened to his intrusion. She was tight and from time to time she winced, but she took it well enough. She bit her lower lip and smiled down into his face like a good brave soldier.
She tightened her muscles when he was almost all the way in. He couldn't make it all the way; she was still too small or too sore, or both. But she was filled and, as she flexed the muscles of her tight little bottom he slid in and out of her in half-inch strokes.
It didn't take long. Andy was going to come. He peered into her face, feeling the sweat on his upper lip. "I think we're ... uh, coming to the best part"
She nodded. "You'll love it The pictures are . .
Andy didn't hear any more. He was coming, his sperm struggling, crowding together, marching along the shaft of his prick like lemmings marching into the sea.
He closed his eyes and sighed.