He looked back at Judy. His eyes swept up her slender, gawky legs, her skinny, yet developing body. “She's a bit young for that to be a problem yet, he answered. “She's a year older than me…”
“Than I,” Sue corrected automatically. “Than I. And I get awfully horny sometimes.” Harry tried not to come apart at the seams. He had the feeling he had blundered into some preposterous dream world. Judy, age fifteen, had shaken him to the core with her casual talk of horniness. “Uh, Jan and I have never discussed it.” “You haven't? Gee, that's amazing!” Sue finally joined the conversation. “Judy and my husband have a very open relationship,” she explained. “We all go out to Paradisio together. We're a close family.” Harry mulled this over, and decided it could be taken only one way. He was jolted by the incestuous relationships that evidently existed in the Patterson family. And, for some reason, it aroused him far more than it shocked him. “Aren't any of your friends available? Or what about Tom?” Sue asked her daughter.
Judy fidgeted restlessly. “Naw, they're all off somewhere. Could we go out to Paradisio?” Sue shook her head. “I'm afraid not. Not today, Honey.” “Aw, gee,” Judy sighed, and toed the grass morosely. “I guess I'll have to do myself. That never works for very long though.” Sue darted a mischievous glance at Harry, then looked back at her daughter. “Harry and I have had our fun for the afternoon. Maybe he would be willing to take care of that itch of yours, though.” Harry felt suddenly cold, then hot. “Now wait…”
“Would you, Mr. Chambers?” Judy asked brightly. “Gee, that would be absolutely super!” “I didn't say…” Harry began. Sue squeezed his prick, stopping him in mid-sentence. “I'm sure if you caught his interest properly,” she said to Judy, “that he would be more than willing to take care of you. I'm going to watch, though. You know the rule when you have a new man.” “I know, it's for my own good. You want to make sure they aren't going to hurt me,” Judy noted with a sigh of resignation. Harry had the feeling she didn't mind being watched, but resented the way the rule curtailed her independence. “Believe me, Harry, you won't regret it,” Sue told him. “But she's so young,” Harry protested. “And wise far beyond her years,” Sue argued. “The way all girls are these days. Look at her, Harry.” Instinctively, Harry knew that if he did look at the teenager standing over him, all would be lost. He looked. She began unbuttoning her blouse, began exposing her chest. As the material opened, Harry saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. When she stripped the blouse clear back and off, he was surprised to see that she did have something she could have put in bra cups. She had two gently molded mounds, each with a dark, erect nipple. Her torso tapered faintly to the waistband of her shorts. Harry's lust was seething at the sight of her slight, immature breasts. When she unbuttoned the waist of her shorts and ran the zipper down, his eyes flicked to the vee of exposed skin. No panties. The tight crotch of the shorts must have added to her horniness. The harsh white denim must have rubbed her crotch every step she took. Where the zipper ended, Harry got a tantalizing glimpse of a few black hairs. Judy pushed the shorts down over her boyish hips, dropped them down her long, slender legs. She was evenly tanned from head to foot. She was the image of her mother, except that she hadn't filled out yet. In fact, she looked almost like a boy. Yet, her developing breasts and her pubic region were definitely female. Her pubis was almost bare of hair. The few jet black strands were straight, rather than curly, and clung to her flesh closely. As a result, her labia were prominent, and looked almost hungry. “She's young, and hot,” Sue whispered softly, “and tight. She's done it all before. All you have to remember is to be gentle because she's small still.” Harry's cock was quivering at the sight of the naked teenager. His guts knotted as he studied her. His eyes swept over her sleek young body, her tanned skin, her demanding pussy, her small but anxious tits. Her perfect face was a study in lust as she licked her lips with the tip of her dainty tongue. Her eyes were fastened on his erect phallus, on her mother's hand still holding it. Gracefully, Judy dropped to her knees beside him. She had her slender thighs pressed tight together so that her pussy was almost hidden from him. He found the pose more erotic than her earlier wanton exposure. She sat up very straight and placed one graceful, warm hand on his hairy thigh. With her other hand, she took his wrist and placed his big, strong palm on one of her small breasts. Automatically, he curled his fingers to the gently rounded contour and felt her nipple, a pebble, against his palm.
Then, she slid her hand up his thigh and eased her mother's hand away from his cock. Her fingers were strong and sure as they curled around his huge, blood-engorged phallus. She pumped her hand up and down on his cock, milking a stinging flow from its tip as she slid the skin up the steel-hard core. “He's bigger than Daddy,” she observed softly. “You should know by now that size isn't everything,” Sue chided her daughter. “Oh, I know it. But it's going to feel so good inside me. I like to think about it before I put it in me. It's so pretty, too.” Startled, Harry looked down at his prick. Her tanned hand was dwarfed by the pale bulk of his organ.
A thick glob of lubricant gleamed in the slit at the tip, quivered slightly in the bright sunlight. His glans looked the size of a doorknob compared to the girl's small fingers. She pumped his phallus, making the skin flow along in front of her gripping fist. Then, easing his hand off her breast, she leaned over and took the knob of his cock into her mouth. Her lips caressed his prick, settled neatly into the groove behind the glans. Her tongue felt like soft, pliable ice as it bathed the nerve-packed head of his organ. The sight of her oral embrace, along with the incredibly sensuous feel of her mouth and tongue, brought a hot sticky flood from his glands. He felt her suck his thick lubricant from his prick before she lifted her head off his organ. As she pulled away, she kept her lips pursed around the rubbery purple-pink cap. Harry's balls knotted and shuddered, on the brink of an orgasm from the searing stimulation. Then he forced back the threatened coming, even though the pool of semen in his groin was larger than ever. Plunging his cock into Judy was no longer unthinkable; rather, it was unavoidable. She maintained control of him by straddling his strong thighs and resting her firm, muscular bottom on his legs. She fondled his prick and balls, studied them frankly. Harry was holding his head up awkwardly so he could see. Then Sue moved around and pillowed his head on one smooth thigh. The sight of Judy behind his cock was almost enough to frighten Harry. His prick looked like a giant's in comparison to her slender, young body.
Tipped upright in her small fingers, it seemed to reach better than halfway to her navel, though that had to be a trick of perspective. It looked broad enough to split her wide open. Then she raised herself on her knees and positioned her crotch over his column. Her pouting, hair-streaked labia were an inch from the head of his organ.
He could see a flash of pink in the heart of her crotch, could see her lust-distended inner lips. Her teeth clenched, her lips skinned back over them, she eased herself down on his phallus. He saw the head of his cock touch her as he felt her hot flesh against him. He was sure that if she tried to take the full bulk of his cock into her she would be ruined for life. Seeing the problem, Sue spit on her hand and reached down between Harry and her daughter and smeared his cock with saliva. She kept on doing it until the full length of his shaft was shining and slick with spit. Then, holding his prick steady with her fingers, Judy eased herself down on him. Her face, shining with sweat, was strained with lust and concentration as she eased his cock up into her tight hole. Harry thought of ritual suicide as she spitted herself on his titanic organ. Her labia were wedged open by his bulk. A gleaming pink gap showed, as did the hood of her clitoris and that pearly button itself. She worked her way down onto him in a series of measured jerks. A fraction of an inch at a time, he saw his organ disappearing into her barely pubescent twat. A fraction of an inch at a time, he felt her tight vaginal walls engulf his prick, rub his nerve endings into flame. “Aw,” Judy grunted.