"Wash my balls some."
"I can't-Debbie!-r-reach them."
He moved closer still. Again Debbie's fiery tongue whipped down one side of my vulva and up the other. I gasped. I was goosebumps all over; as if I were once again standing naked in the cold mountain lake. But this was a special kind of cold feeling… the white-hot chill of Noxzema applied to sunburn.
"Your cum hole tastes good, Kat. I never ate one before." Debbie tongued my hard clit. Her slenderfingers spread the outer lips. Her sweet – breath entered my channel.
My own tongue was busy lapping around and under Mr. Simon's small nuts. They weren't much to look at. The smooth outer layer was nothing like the wrinkled and hairy skin on Daddy's hefty cubes. These were childlike, bright pink, almost hairless… like the tiny slit between Debbie's young thighs. Was it a family trait, I wondered, reaching for Debbie's gash and licking the bowed underside of the log near my face. My stink-finger found Mr. Simon's wet asshole, twisted up. He bucked toward me. I could smell the sweat dripping down his back, into the crack of his doughy ass, onto my hand.
"Suck it some."
I glanced up, saw the pained pleasure look on his face, looked down, saw Debbie's round head moving… long chestnut hair fanned out like a bib on my thighs. I tickled her gash. Her head moved faster. I tickled Mr. Simon's rectum. He pushed the tiny red tip in past my teeth. "That's it. That's my little sucker." Mr. Simon gripped the back of my head. His smooth shaft slipped farther into my mouth… one inch, two. He pulled back, jabbed… four inches. He grunted. Again he pulled back, drove forward, harder. His nuts slapped my chin. He sighed. Popping his finger from Debbie's humping ass, he gripped my head with both hands and moved his hips in a slow, rhythmic fuck motion.
"Suck me home, Kathie. Fuck! I used to say, 'One of these days she'll suck me off, that bitch will. All the fucking way home. Like a real fucking pro," he said in satisfaction..
"He likes to talk dirty," mumbled Debbie into my crotch. Abruptly she hopped off the bed, onto her knees, between me and her Popsy. She coaxed my thighs wider apart. Her hot little tongue flicked between the pinched cheeks of my ass. "You take care of Daddy, she added, lips covering the gaping mouth of my sex, sucking, blowing into me, lips coming away, tongue darting down, flat against the crack of my ass, licking up. "You suck him. I'll suck you."
Moaning, pussy twitching in her face, I obliged. Although Mr. Simon's dick was less manly than Daddy's, less awesome and fearsome less wonderful, I knew it would soon shoot off great gushes of semen. Debbie's small pointed tongue had me wild… wanting cum… huge doses of it. Her feathery brushstrokes sent electric charges through my thighs and lower belly. I reached down. Her cunt snapped at m! fingertip. I had never before considered multiple sex, girl finger-fucking girl, sucking girl, as we were doing while Mr. Simon talked dirty and pumped his stubby peg into my face. But now I thought of variations; Mr. Simon screwing me… me eating Debbie… me and Mummy and Daddy, all arms and trembling legs, all mouths and pussies and assholes, but only one big dick… coming all over each other, on the double bed in the master bedroom at home.
"Fuck! I used to tell Debbie, "Bring your sweet fucking Kathie girl friend over. Let her spend the fucking night. The fucking weekend. She's a ripe sucker, that one is.
Boy! I thought, Debbie wasn't joking when she said Mr. Simon liked to talk dirty. But It was turning me on. I fondled his scrotum. Greedily I sucked his dick. I sucked from deep in my throat, making him squeal like a fat piglette.
"Move up," directed Debbie. "Closer to the edge. I wanna smell your asshole." Again Mr. Simon squealed. His cubes bounced in my hand. I could feel the soft Inner balls the size and shape of pigeon eggs, where the sperm were produced. There' were millions of tiny cum-worms in a man's nuts, I knew. I wanted them. Every one! So I let his slippery shaft pop noisily out of my face, and, while his cock jerked and throbbed, angry with me, it seemed, for evicting it from its nice, warm sheath, sucked the twin pink sacs into my wet mouth.
"Eeeahhh…!" Mr. Simon did a funny dance parody.
"He's like that," said Debbie, grinning up from between my widespread thighs.
But I had reached the point where I didn't much care what anyone did or said. The hot juices were flowing deep in my belly, spewing out on the bedspread, sloshing into Debbie's hot mouth as her hungry lips again opened wide on my pussy. And Debbie was coming, too-all over my hand, the throw rug. And plump Mr. Fucking Simon, still doing his funny soft-shoe routine, balls puffing out my cheeks like a hamster's pouches, was yipping and yelling and shooting off in the air.
Spitting his nuts from my face, I cried, "Oh, NO!" and tried to catch the last creamy spurt. It landed hot on my cheek, slid down to the corner of my mouth. My tongue darted out, found it, licked it in. I 'bent double, mashing Debbie's face to my gaping cunt… gasping, moaning, orgasms coming rapidly, one, two… three!.
After licking the last of the cum. from Mr. Simon's stubby limp cock, and kissing Debbie full on the lips to taste my own cum, we dressed and went downstairs. I stopped at the front door, grinned. Debbie flew into my arms. Again we kissed, and I felt her pussy and she felt mine. I wasn't mad at her anymore. Nor Daddy. Nor Mummy. What the fuck! I thought philosophically… everyone's doing it!
The next few days whisked by. It was the last month of summer vacation. The weather was perfect for swimming at the neighborhood pool and dating boys from school, who, after Daddy and Mr. Simon, were sort of a comedown, because they never did more than feel your thighs or tits and even did that as if it were an accident -but fun, too, and gossip for me and Debbie to giggle about after our afternoon sessions with Popsy.
After dark, our quiet suburban community became a lively place. There were barbecue parties, cocktail parties, birthday and business advancement parties… Friday night parties, Saturday night parties, and parties, it seemed, to break up the monotony of parties: And my philosophical outlook on sex was being proved well-founded. For as we took our nightly strolls, me and Debbie, gathering notes for the book we had agreed to write some day, there was ample evidence-heads and legs moving m the dark back seat of a car, cum-crusted panties that everyone, but everyone was putting it to, or getting it put to them by, someone they weren't supposed to be fucking.
On one such night, as we were returning home, Debbie squeezed my arm, and said, 'Look. There's that handsome Mr. George and pretty Lois what's-her-name. Don't let 'em see you."
We stepped behind the thick hedges at the mouth of the Michaels' drive, and watched tall Mr. George feel Lois Michaels' big boobs. There was a loud gathering in the lighted backyard, a cook-out, with half the neighborhood present. But the lovers stood in the shadows, in the car port against the side of the house. They were talking:
"You'll rip my dress."
"Fuck your dress." Mr. George slipped one hand into the bosom of her low-cut mini. He used his knee to coax her trim legs apart. His free hand dropped to her hemline.
"Someone may come."
"Yeah. Me. Now shut up and give, god dammit."
Lois gasped as his hand shot under the dress. She opened wide, leaned back against the house. "I don't usually fool around."
"Sure."
"But Harry's fucking his secretary, so…"
Mr. George shimmied the panties off her hips.
He fumbled with the front of his pants. An enormous white pole shot out. He lifted the hem of the mini, baring Lois' hairy black pussy, held the garment bunched at her slim waist. "Put it in for me," he demanded.
Lois' trembling hand closed around the shaft of his thick cock. "It's too big. Maybe I better suck you off instead."
"Fuck that."
"You'll kill me."
By now, my cunt was sopping wet. There was just enough light to see. And I could almost feel that tremendous dick boring up into me. I hugged Debbie. Her tiny hand crept to the leg band of my shorts, under. I squatted, taking her fingers deep inside my love hole.