It was a short, sharp snort of pleasure. “Big!” “Take your time, Baby,” Sue advised her daughter. “Aw, it's so good,” Judy whimpered. “I want to hurry. But I can't.” Harry had the urge to push upward with his hips, to vigorously thrust his prick up into the young girl. Desperately, he restrained himself, afraid if he did do it, he would ruin everything. The struggle to keep from goring her with his tool increased the intensity of his bottled-up lust.
Half his organ was inside her now. He was amazed she had gotten that far. But she kept on coming down on him, in a series of short, jerky drops that jammed a little more prick into her each time. The distance between her crotch and his pubic bush was decreasing slowly.
Just as his thick curls touched her, he felt the head of his cock nuzzle the end of her vagina, and he knew she was going to have to stop. She froze and licked her dry lips. “Can you get it all, Baby?” Sue asked. Biting her lower lip, Judy nodded tensely.
“In a moment. He's against the end now. He'll have to stretch me.
“Be careful,” Sue cautioned. “Got to have it all,” Judy moaned. “Oh, I'm so full! It feels like I have a baseball bat in my guts.” Harry felt like he was wrapped in flames. His whole body was seething with excitement. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. The vagina around his cock was incredibly, unbelievably tight and clinging. The feel of the tip of his cock pressing the end of her vagina sent delightful, unfamiliar messages of pleasure back to his brain. The sight of the slim teenager taking the last fraction of an inch of his cock into her was almost more than he could stand. His hands were resting on her smooth thighs. He resisted the urge to push down on them. Judy leaned forward and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her head hanging, her eyes squinted with concentration, she let herself slowly down on his penis, forcing the last fraction of an inch of his organ into her body. He felt the grip of the end of her vagina on his glans increase as her tissues stretched. As her crotch settled firmly against his, she gave one last delicate wriggle of her hips and seated his cock firmly and completely in her guts. Then she lowered herself and stretched out on him, hugging him with her arms, gripping him with her knees and thighs as if she were riding a horse. She was as light as a feather. When he wrapped his arms around her, his hands met under her arms, completely encircling her, she was so slender. She began to fuck herself on his monster phallus, moving very slowly and gently on him, sliding her body against his.
Her nipples ground and twisted against his hard chest as she moved up and down, up and down. His cock was barely moving in her vagina since she was moving only an inch or so each way. It was just as well. If he had made his usual gross fucking strokes in that tight sheath, he would have come immediately. He could feel her clit, pinched between his pubic arch and hers, being ground and twisted between their hard bones. He could feel his harsh pubic bush clawing at her tender skin, scrubbing her raw. “Oh, Mama,” Judy whimpered. “Oh, it's so big, and so good. Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama, Mamamama!” Judy tensed and pushed down as hard as she possibly could. He felt her vagina clenching and clenching and clenching around his phallus as she came.
“Ooooohh,” she sighed deeply, contentedly, as her coming faded away. “Happy, Honey?” Sue asked her daughter. Sue was still pillowing Harry's head on her warm thigh. “Oh, Mommy,” Judy sighed. “He hasn't come yet, Mommy.” “That's hardly fair to him,”
Sue pointed out. “I know it,” Judy acknowledged. “Oh, he is so big I can't believe it.” ' Harry had the feeling he was being slowly sawn in half, straight upwards from his groin. He had never experienced such incredible sexual stimulation without orgasming. He tried to fuck the girl, but the way she was on him, she just moved along with him, and his cock in her vagina remained stationary.
“Watch, Mommy,” Judy whimpered, lifting up off him. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to fuck herself on his phallus, lifting and dropping her boyish pelvis. Harry watched his prick emerge, then disappear into her again, amazed that he wasn't bloodied from tearing her insides to shreds. The friction between his prick and her vaginal walls sent him soaring upward abruptly. He moved his hips in response to her moves, then gripped her small waist and guided her.
Her pelvis began rocking and twisting as he pounded his cock up into her slender body. She was whimpering in time with the jolting blows of his hips against her. Her small breasts twitched, at each impact of her body against his. The head of his cock slammed against the end of her vagina with every stroke. “Again-again-again-I'm coming-again,” Judy moaned. “Oh, Mommy, I'm coming again. Awwww!” As she wailed, Harry felt her vagina spasming around his cock. The first thick blast of his semen erupted explosively from his phallus and burst against the end of her tunnel. He heaved his hips up until he had her balanced on him. His phallus bored deep into her fountaining pussy, he unloaded his sperm into her. His toes curled and his buttocks clenched as he spasmed thick goo into her. She sat on top of him as if she had been turned to stone. The hot blush of an orgasm showed through her tan as she balanced on his cock. His balls squeezed dry and gave one last aching clench before sagging into drained limpness. His hips sank back to the towel and Judy slumped down on top of him again. They lay in a heap in the sun as his penis slowly lost its bulk and strength and shrank inside her. Her vagina contracted in a series of pulsations as he decreased in size and stopped stretching her so brutally. “Oohhh, thank you, Mr.
Chambers,” Judy sighed. “Thank you so much.” “My pleasure,” Harry replied truthfully. What the hell should you say after screwing a fifteen-year-old girl while her mother cheered you on? Judy was months younger than Jan. As Harry thought of Jan, he felt a shiver go through his penis. That's all it took-just the thought of her in that tiny bikini she had worn to the beach. He was still thinking of Jan an hour later as he drove home. If Judy Patterson, at her age, knew what she did, what did Jan, who was older, know? He thought, too, of the incredible loving closeness of the Patterson family, the unbelievable sharing. It contrasted dramatically with Jan and himself.
Since Sarah had died, and even before that, they had just shared a house. He had no idea what Jan knew, or what she did on her dates, or anything. It was, he thought, something that had better change, before Jan came to some sort of grief. She was all he had left. He wasn't about to go as far as the Pattersons did, of course. But, at least he could talk with Jan and do things with her. Maybe a trip to the beach would be fun…
Thomas Benton
Daddy's Own Sweets
CHAPTER FOUR
Jan knew they were watching again. She could feel their eyes on her as she moved around her small bedroom. She wondered just how much they could see across the fifty or sixty feet separating her bedroom from Danny's. There were three of them, and they had only one pair of binoculars among them. It shuttled back and forth below the not quite drawn Venetian blind, pausing at each side and the middle.
She didn't think they had ever seen very much of her. Just enough to get their young penises jerking and throbbing and their minds working. And, perhaps, their hands on their little pricks, too. She wondered if the sight of her moving around in her bra and panties had been enough to get them to jack off. The first time they had spied on her, to her knowledge, had been about a month ago. It had been hot. Safely behind her closed door, she had been puttering around in just her underwear. If she had known anyone was home across the way, she would have had her shade down. Her first warning that someone was spying on her was a chance reflection off one lens of the binoculars. There had only been one of them then. Danny Foster. The next time, a week later, his friends had been there, too. She hadn't minded them seeing her in her underwear. If they got their jollies that way, so what? But she hadn't let them see any more than that. But things had chanced since then. Mary Kay had warned her that, having had intercourse once, she wasn't going to settle for just petting. But it was worse than that. Now that she knew how to scratch that damned intolerable itch way down in her guts, she wanted to do it all the time. And, the fact that three horny boys were watching her, each with a hard cock between his legs, was hard to ignore. So, today she was going to give them a show they hadn't bargained on. And, if they had the guts, she was going to give them something they would never forget. She was still fully dressed. Her heart beating very quickly, her chest aching, she picked up the hand lettered sign she had made. She moved over to the window and held the sign so that they could see it. She saw the binoculars at the center of the window.