Her arms encircled him, pulled him to her, and her hard young tits jabbed him in the chest as her mouth sought his. They kissed greedily, tongues making eager little fucks and lips tightening to give avid little sucks, until they were out of breath.
Jack went down on her immediately, his nose poking into the vibrant mahogany hair of her cunt as he sniffed at her snatch, eager for the female scent of her warm steam. It rose into his nostrils as he thumbed her tight gash apart to reveal the darkening pink flesh of her inner petals.
He licked at the enticing bowl of her cunt, and Sandy began to gasp and move her ass around on the bed. He nibbled the edges of the outer lips, licked up into the impertinent slit of her snugly closed entrance, then twitted her clit rapidly.
"Jack!" she moaned, drawing her thighs back farther to give him all the room he wanted. "Oh, eat me, Jack! Eat me up!"
He gobbled at her swiftly creaming gash, making her moan and jerk as his lips and tongue sought out every drop and stole it as fast as it appeared.
Her saucy little ass left the bed and flew upward, thrusting her cunt at him frantically as she sought to be consumed by the hot mouth that feasted at her dribbling swat.
When she came, her little wail was a combination of fright and triumph. Jack deserted her hot little clit as she began to spasm. He got a good grip on her butt, shoved his tongue into her hole, and hung on tightly as he tongue-fucked her through her strongest convulsions.
Then he sucked at her quivering hole, drinking the last of her flowing cream in a gigantic vacuum that raped her cunt of every drop. Sandy cried out as her body went rigid, then limp. Jack let her ass slip from his hands and she lay quietly on the bed.
He moved up to stand by the pillow, laid his hard cock on her lips, which were trembling as she panted heavily, and placed a hand on her nearest tit. He squeezed the berry of her nipple and kneaded the fleshy mound.
Sandy's tongue stole out to wet her lips, licked the tip of his cock, and made several tentative taps at the smooth slickness of his knob. Finally she licked at it as if she wanted it. He let her set the pace.
She turned her head so she could take it straight, then opened her lips and sucked the knob inside. Jack groaned as her hot mouth engulfed the head. She worked at it in bobbing movements that got him hotter by the second.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped backward as he studied the trim beauty of her body. Vibrantly alive and completed by her climax, she was a promising female. Someday she'd be the equal of her exciting mother!
"I'd love to fuck you, Sandy," he told her. She licked her lips again, then moved her thighs apart as she spoke.
"And I want to be fucked, Jack," she said.
He knew her snatch was wet enough, but he also knew it would be tight. He had struggled to get his tongue into her cunt, and he knew he would have to expand her hole slowly.
He put a pillow under her ass, then slid the tip of his cock into her furrow; it was creamy again, as if he had never licked it clean. He probed into the stingy mouth of her cunt, shoved at its resisting lips, and felt the knob pop into her pussy mouth.
He heard her surprised yelp, so he stopped and looked down at her with a smile of compassion.
"Tom got your cherry, all right," he conceded. "And you've healed up some in there. Now it might hurt again for a while. But after a few days, you'll be surprised how tough and elastic it gets!"
He gave an abrupt lurch, sending his cock teasingly into her cunt for half its length. She was prepared this time, holding the other pillow over her mouth. The squeal was muffled almost completely.
Jack drove into her hole again, this time burying his prick to the base. His balls nestled in the crack of her ass, and he panted as the sweat rolled off his brow and chest.
"Now, Sandy," he told her. "Do you still want to be fucked?"
"Yes! Oh, God yes, Jack!" Her ass moved under him as if she wanted to convince him of her readiness. The movement made her tight cunt tug at his prick, and he groaned as he shifted his position.
He used slow, careful strokes when he started. Then, as her pussy grew more resilient and yielding, he speeded up and lengthened his travel. Sandy began to hum and whimper her appreciation of the sensations that were building up inside her.
"Hard fucks, please, Jack!" she cried. "Fast, hard fucks!"
She felt the unbelievable fullness of his rod as it stroked into her belly. His cock, which felt so soft around its unexplainable core of hardness when she had it in her mouth, now felt as if it must have doubled in size and turned to concrete.
It was hot as it burrowed deep into her tunnel, and her clit was growing hot again, too. She could feel her cream oozing out around his moving prick, oiling the curly hairs of his crotch thatch and turning them into a sticky mat.
Then the thrills were so great she could only think of the joy they promised as they multiplied and swelled in her. She fucked up at him, meeting his drives with eagerness, wanting to be rammed to the limit with his plunging cock, hungry to be filled with the hot flood she knew he would soon squirt into her horny young cunt.
"Jack!" she cried. "Stay with me! I'm going… Ohhh! Ohhhhh!"
When her muscles started to tense for the climax, Jack let go his control and bottomed his knob in her shivering sheath. He felt his load bomb out into her cunt, round after round splashing hotly at her limits. She shuddered all over as she absorbed the explosions, then seemed to relax.
He pulled out of her box when she began to breathe more normally. While she lay there, he went into the bathroom and washed off. As he came out, he could hear a familiar sound in the living room. Rhoda was sucking Tom's cock as if she hadn't been fed for days!
Carefully, he sneaked along the hall until he could see the action. Tom was in the chair Rhoda had occupied earlier, and she was kneeling at his feet, her hand cupping his balls as she bobbed her head swiftly, and Jack knew from experience that she was applying a murderous suction about now, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Her eyes gleamed greedily as she anticipated the feast to come!
"Rhoda!" Tom groaned. "Oh, drink it up, baby!" He writhed in the chair and Rhoda's throat worked as mighty gushes issued from the vigorous young cock.
Jack turned to sneak back to the bedroom. Sandy was standing there, taking in the sight, her hand pressed into her crotch. Jack took her free hand and led her into the bedroom.
"Would you like me to… suck you… like that?" she asked.
"Would Bugs Bunny like to have a carrot?" he countered. "Would they like to have rain in the desert?"
"Sit down, then," she said.
"How will it be if I lie down?" he offered, doing so as he backed up to the edge of the bed.
She went after his limber whang with her hand and mouth, and after a few seconds he knew she had an instinct for cock sucking, or else she had gotten in some practice. The way she was cupping his balls she could have copied from watching Rhoda, but the pressure of her lips and her caution in not using her teeth at all – these were delightful requisites!
And when she had his dick swollen and pulsing in her mouth and throat, she began to build up suction, although she had not developed that knack to the art Rhoda had made it. Jack felt his defenses melting away, nevertheless. Sandy seemed just as eager and starved for jism as Rhoda, and he was ready to feed her!
His sperm bubbled up in his groin; muscles tensed in his belly, cock, balls and asshole. He fountained the stuff into her mouth, groaning his pleasure.
"Suck, baby!" he told her, sensing that she was handling all he shot at her, but had not prepared for the finish. "Tight, hard little suckings! Oh, Jesus!"
She got the vacuum right at the very last moment. Then Jack almost was sorry he had encouraged her; she damn near drew his cock inside out before he managed to get away from her.
"Was I good?" she asked, licking her lips to get the one stray drop of jizz that had oozed out to stick there.