Then he buried his entire prick up her twisting cunt and fired a salvo of thick, hot jism.
His extreme orgasm got Sharon off right then and there. She howled on Jim's mouthfucking cock and came like crazy. The fantastic cum sent her mind spinning. Her lips trembled and her cheeks collapsed around Jim's prick. She pulled on his cock, shivering with orgasm, and took his huge cock-head into her convulsing throat. Her fingers clutched at Mr. Big Hot Balls and manipulated them as he fucked her mouth.
The added sensation of her tight throat did the trick for Jim. He let out a howl of his own and pwnpcd his fiery load of thick cum down her throat. Sharon moaned hotly, fucked her cunt hornily, and gulped down all of Jim's jism. Both cocks seemed to fill her with cum and she loved both. Her pussy and her mouth were tuned to fucking right now and pleased both men at once.
When the spent cocks pulled out of her fuck-holes, she lay gasping for breath, playing with her tits and cunt.
"Oh, ohhh, ohhhh," she moaned sexily. "That was so good. Mmnammmm, more, more. Please. Change places. Clint. Ohhh, let me suck you off. Jim. Fuck me!"
"Christ," Jim groaned. "I don't think I can give her any more."
"Not only that," Clint said. "It's getting late. We'Ve got to get her out of here."
Sharon's eyes shot open and her finger stopped fucking into her pussy. "I don't want to go," she whimpered. "I want you to fuck me. Can't you see I'm horny now? Look how hard my tits are. Look at my pussy. It's so hot!"
Clint sat beside her and stroked her pretty tits. "I know how you feel, baby," he said kindly, "but look at the time. We've got to get you home before some asshole reports you missing or something."
Sharon looked hurt and whined, "But my mother will kill me!"
"Oh, come now," Jim scoffed.
"She will!" Sharon cried. "You don't know her. God, she gets mad when I come in late, I'm already late. What difference does it make now? Please, let's fuck some more. My pussy likes your cocks."
"Sorry, kitten," Jim said, rubbing her pussy. "Enough's enough. Now, we know about these things. Trust us. It's time you got home."
"Oh, how can you do this to me?" Sharon whimpered, looking pained; "My mom is such a bitch. She's frustrated because my dad doesn't give her enough cock. She takes it put on me."
Clint smiled and tweaked her pink nipple. "Your daddy must like you a lot. Won't he protect you?"
"Sure," Sharon said. "But he works nights. When I get home my mother will take a strap to me."
"Hmmm," Clint hummed thoughtfully. He rubbed his chin a moment, then asked, "Is your mother good looking?"
"Well, yes," Sharon replied. "Why?"
"Just wondering. Is there anyone else at home beside you and your mother?"
"No. Why are you asking all these questions? I wanna fuck."
"So do we," Clint chuckled. "So do we. And I have a plan. If your father works nights and your mother is frustrated like you say, then she's horny. I think we can help you, kitten."
"I don't understand," Sharon said, frowning. "How?"
"You'll see. Come on, get dressed. I'll explain on the way."
Now it was Jim who looked puzzled. "What's up, Clint?"
Clint got to his feet and grinned at his buddy. "Remember the night we broke into that house on Elm Street?"
Jim's eyes brightened as he recalled the incident. "Oh, yeah! Now I get it. Great idea!"
Sharon was completely in the dark and curious as hell, but she obediently dressed in her shorts and halter and let the men guide her out to the car.
She sat between them in the front seat – gladly! Clint drove this time, but he thrust his hand into her shorts and finger-fucked her pussy while Jim played with her ripe young tits. On the way, Clint filled her in on the big plan.
Once she heard it, Sharon burst into excited laughter. "Why, that's marvelous! Oh, Clint! Jim! Oh, you men are so nice! That's fantastic! Ohhh, I love your idea! Golly, I can't wait!"
She didn't have to wait long. Clint parked a few feet from her house and Jim climbed out of the car. Sharon slid across the seat, got her tits back into her little halter, and stepped onto the sidewalk.
She glanced at her house and saw the living room light still on. She looked fearfully at Clint. "Are you sure this will work?"
"Just leave it to us, kitten," he said. "Go on now. Get your hot little ass inside. We'll take care of the rest."
Assured once again, Sharon pranced up the walk and stepped into the house. Her mother was on the sofa watching TV. She bolted from the sofa the minute she saw her daughter.
The brunette was striking but furious. Sandra Turner's anger detracted from her natural beauty as she raged in front of her frightened daughter.
"Where in hell have you teen, you little slut?" her mother screamed at her. "How dare you come in this late? Where were you? Who were you with?"
The woman's dark eyes ran up and down Sharon's lithe young body. "Cockteasing again, huh? Were you with boys? Speak to me, you little bitch! What have you been up to? How many boys fucked you?"
Sharon's lower lip quivered and tears welled in her eyes. "Mom, I…"
"Don't say another fucking word, you cheap little liar!" her mother bellowed. "Just get your ass into your bedroom, strip naked, and lay on the bed on your belly!"
"Mom! No!" Sharon cried. "Please. I don't want you to whip me again! Please, Mom!"
"Do as I say, Sharon!" her mother yelled. "Right now! I'll teach you td stay out this late with fucking boys!"
Just as her mother moved to shove her into the bedroom, the front door burst open and two big men pushed inside.
Sharon's mother whirled. Her brown eyes widened. Her mouth fell open.
"Wh-what… what…" she gasped.
"Just keep quiet, beautiful," Clint said. "No screaming and you and your daughter will be all right."
"But… but what do you want?" the woman panted as Jim shut and locked the door.
Clint's eyes ran up and down the length of the brunette's voluptuous body. He grinned obscenely and slurred, "What do you think?"
"Ohhhhh, no!" the woman gasped. "Oh, yes," Jim laughed. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her hard against him. His mouth covered hers and his tongue invaded her mouth.
Clint took Sharon by the wrist and said, "You take care of that one. I'm going to take this cute little bitch to a bed somewhere."
He dragged Sharon across the room and into a bedroom, where he closed the door and kissed her. Sharon stood on tiptoes and pushed all her goodies against him.
After the hot kiss, she squirmed, her cunt on Clint's hard-on and whispered, "Why did you bring me in here? I thought we were all going to fuck together."
"No, no," Clint said, dry-humping her crotch. "For one thing, you like it too much. She'd never believe you were getting raped. For another thing, it'll give her a chance to get her cookies without worrying about her little girl seeing her go at it."
Sharon giggled. "It sounds to me like you've done this sort of thing before."
"You could say that," Clint chuckled.
"Listen," Sharon said, putting a finger to her lips. I just heard my mother moan.
"Want to watch her for while?" Clint asked.
Sharon just laughed and took him by the hand. Together they stood by the door and peered into the living room.
Jim had Sharon's mother bent over his arm. He obviously had his hard-on crushing again her cunt. She was gasping for breath, struggling with him.
"Please, not my little girl," she panted. "I'll do anything you say, but don't hurt my daughter."
Clint slipped his hand inside Sharon's shorts and rubbed her pussy for her. "Sounds to me like she cares about you."
Sharon peeked out again and squeezed Clint's thick cock through his pants. "It sounds that way, but I don't believe it. You know what I think? I think she's turning Jim on. She just wants both of you to fuck her instead of me."