Still swallowing the last of Danny's come, Jan shifted her attention to the newcomer. In moments, she was drawing on his penis and feeling her cunt spasm and jerk as she fought to bring him off in her mouth. He began to whimper softly, and his hands gripped her head.
He pushed her face down on his penis, drew it up, then jammed it down again. His cock slammed against the back of her mouth. Hitching herself farther over his lap, Jan tipped her head so his cock could get farther down her throat. Her tight little tits jiggled and burned as she sucked, drawing lubricant from the boy's eager glans as his body readied itself for the final thrust. Jan's body was bathed in a fire of sexual ecstasy. As she sucked, her golden-hazed pussy convulsed emptily in an unending orgasm. The sun coming in the bedroom window was hot on her naked back and ass. She had no idea the sex act was usually confined to black rooms at night. She sucked the pale prick in her mouth as the bright afternoon sun flooded her daintily feminine bedroom. The red-haired boy's ass bounced on the bed as he fucked his prick up into her mouth. He was moving his hips in opposition to his hands, forcing her head down every time his cock came up. Her lips caressed his seething phallus. Her spit trickled down the pale column, chilled her gripping fingers, matted his already come-encrusted pubic hair. She dandled his testicles the way she had Danny's, and felt them tighten up against his crotch. She knew it was a prelude to his coming. She sucked harder, increased the pressure of her tongue, the speed of her head bobbing, and the depth of his penetration down her throat. She clenched her slender, naked thighs together, trying to squeeze an orgasm out of her cunt. The balls on her fingers jerked, and hot semen rushed into her mouth, down her working, swallowing throat to join the pool of come already in her belly. She took the load with eager gulps, her lips working and drawing on the jetting prick, stimulating it to spurt even more.
Too soon the penis in her mouth was shriveling, leaving a thick coating of come on her tongue and a hot load of sperm in her belly.
Her pussy was still convulsing hollowly. Jan licked the prick clean and let it slither out of her mouth. She lifted her head and wiped the saliva and come from her chin with the back of her hand. The blond boy was still lying on his back on the bed. His cock was hard, and he was stroking it slowly and carefully. His face was flushed.
Obviously, he had been watching her. She crept up onto the bed, her gaze riveted on his gorgeous, erect cock. Her mouth watered at the thought of drawing a load of semen from his beautiful tool. It was pink and white and throbbing and hot and hard. “You don't have to,” he told her. “But I want to,” Jan answered, crawling in between his smooth young legs. Her elbows digging into the bed on the outsides of his thighs, she gripped his prick in both hands and drew the head of it into her mouth. She sucked on his organ with a skill acquired on the two previous pricks. She did it slowly and carefully, rubbing the nerve patch on the underside with her tongue, sucking, drawing a load of blood to the bulbous glans. She worked her face down on his penis slowly, as if she were working it into her cunt. Down, then up, then down a little farther, then up again, then down still farther, she eased the large pale cock farther and farther into her eager, sucking mouth. He touched her head, but instead of forcing her down on his organ the way his friends had, he gently stroked her long blonde hair, brushing a few strands back from her eyes. Jan moved slightly so he could get a better view of his prick and her mouth. She stroked his smooth, hairless belly with her fingers, fondled his heavy testicles. Someone touched her ass, surprising her, distracting her from her cock-sucking. Danny and the redhead were poking between her buttocks, prying between her thighs, exploring her as she sucked a third boy's cock. Instead of disturbing her, it excited her to have them intimately examining her so-called private parts. Something touched her asshole, and unexpectedly a jolt of pleasure blistered through her. She jammed her head down on the cock in her mouth. As the poking and probing between her firm, rounded buttocks continued, she tried to concentrate on bringing the cock in her mouth to a spurting eruption. The testicles on her fingers moved slowly upward toward the boy's sweaty crotch, encouraging her to suck harder on his penis and pump her head faster. Someone poked a finger into her vagina from behind, from between her thighs. Someone else reached under her and fondled her tits. She was coming, a long, steady flaming orgasm that blazed through her entire body and made her vagina spasm around the finger probing it. The blond boy began to come, and she sucked and sucked and sucked on his penis as it jetted into her mouth. Instead of trying to ram the organ down her throat, she held just the knob of it between her lips, stroking it with her tongue, letting the hot cream pool in her mouth. Breathing through her nose, she let the come collect in her mouth until it threatened to spill out. Only then did she swallow the heavy load. She made sure its owner saw her do it. She cleaned his prick out, sucked hard on it, drew the last drops of semen out of his penis. It gave one last feeble quiver, then began to shrink and grow soft. She cleaned it carefully with her tongue before releasing it. Then, dislodging the hand in her cunt, she sat up. Her ass came down on Danny's head before he could get away. He had been peering up into her crotch as he explored it with his fingers. The redhead had been toying with her breasts as he watched her suck cock. Half an hour later Jan was showering, alone. As the sensuous streams of hot water poured down over her body she recalled the orgiastic afternoon. She had six loads in her cunt, and three in her belly. It had been quite an afternoon.
She wondered if her father had ever experienced anything like it.
Thomas Benton
Daddy's Own Sweets
CHAPTER FIVE
Harry opened the door. He was startled to see Mary Kay Anders standing on the front porch. Involuntarily, his eyes raked over her lush, round figure. She was wearing a bib halter and cut-off jeans, which were as tight as a second skin. “Hi, Mr. Chambers. Is Jan home?” Harry shook his head. Cripes, the girl was built like a brick shit house. “No, I'm sorry, she isn't.” “When is she likely to be back?” Mary Kay asked. “Could I come in and wait for her?”
“Come on in,” Harry said reluctantly. “I was watching a ball game on television.” “Don't let me disturb you.” The way her full breasts shifted and joggled under the thin material was hard to ignore. It was one of those strange rigs that tied behind the neck, and the back. It constantly threatened to let her boobs pop out. They shifted around inside it provocatively. The roll of her full ass in the tight jeans would have aroused a eunuch. Harry stumbled over to his chair and curled his fingers around his can of beer. He tried to drown in it, and drained it quickly. His mind was far from the ball game on the television. “I'll get you another,” Mary Kay told him. “Okay if I have one?” “Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks.” Harry tried to get his mind back on the ball game. He didn't mean to watch as Mary Kay bent over to look in the refrigerator, but he couldn't stop himself. Her well-rounded bottom was straining her jeans to the danger point. He was suddenly embarrassed about the state of the kitchen. The breakfast dishes were still on the table. When Mary Kay started back with two beers, he couldn't help watching as her breasts joggled invitingly under her loose top. When she bent over to hold his beer down on the coffee table and pop the top, he thought her breasts were going to fall right out. He could see her nipples, the soft material was molded so lightly to her lush, round mounds.