"Holy shit…"
"Larry, I don't want you to…"
"I better get goin', ma'am. I've got other places to go to."
"Larry…"
I took his hand and placed it firmly on my right tit. Then I just waited. I could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and his fingers trembled on my tits.
But he held on to it.
"Larry, you don't really want to go just yet, do you?"
"But…"
"Couldn't you just say that this job took a little longer than you'd anticipated?"
"I… ah…"
My hands were running all over the outside of his body now, lightly reminding him of same of the things that would be in store for him if he stayed. He really wasn't very good-looking, but I couldn't care less about that right now.
If he had a cock, that was enough for me.
His face was beet red now, and I could tell from the way he kept swallowing that he was on the verge of creaming in his pants.
Suddenly I realized something.
"You've never been with a woman, have you?"
He shook his head.
I almost laughed out loud. In a vague way I was disappointed, but in another I was excited. I would be his first woman…
Quickly I undressed him as he looked apprehensively around the room.
"What if your husband comes home?"
"He won't."
"I don't know…"
It didn't matter. He was like putty in my hands now. I could feel whatever concerns he might have evaporating as he quickly became as naked as I was.
His cock was nice.
It wasn't as large as Frank's had been, but then I didn't expect any man's cock to be quite like that.
Still, it was nice.
I ran my fingers all over it while he looked down. His Adam's app's kept bobbing up and down like any as he clumsily reached out and played with my tits.
"That's nice Larry, real nice. You just take care of my titties like that, all right?"
He nodded.
Then we were on the bed, lying next to each other. His body wasn't bad; at least he was slim and hard.
"Put your fingers in my cunt, Larry. That's it." He slipped it into me. I could feel his heart pounding as he began to explore my pulsing slit.
I began to writhe and twist on the end of his finger. He was clumsy at first, but as he became accustomed to my responses he got better, and I encouraged him all along the way.
"Ohhhhhhh, Larry, that's nice… keep doing it that way… ohhh yeah… you like my pussy, Larry?"
He nodded. I don't think he was capable of speech at that point.
I put his cock in my mouth. He got so excited when he saw me doing it that he almost forgot about my cunt. I had to take my free hand and guide his fingers back into me just to let him know he wasn't supposed to stop.
Then he started thrusting into my mouth. It felt good to have a cock in my throat again; I was becoming a real artist at giving blow jobs now. A few drops of cum trickled out of his slit and I gobbled them down.
I stopped.
His cock was wet and ready now, and so was my pussy. I was so charged up that I knew it would only take a few minutes for me to achieve the orgasm that eluded me last night.
I was ready for him.
"Come on, Larry, fuck me. Don't you want to fuck my cunt."
It was a silly question, but I enjoyed the response that my suggestions were getting from him. Each time I said "fuck" or "cunt" he looked like I had slapped him in the face.
But it was clear he loved it.
I lay on my back and spread my legs. With my hands I pulled apart my cunt lips so that he could see the rich, pink wetness that was waiting for him inside my snug pussy.
"Come on, Larry, don't wait. Give it to me now."
He did just that.
Like a wild young bull he charged into me. I could feel every muscle in his body getting incredibly tense as he shoved his cock into me.
"Beats jerking off, doesn't it, Larry?"
He didn't say anything. Words were totally out of the question for him now; he had become an animal, totally enslaved by the surging lust that was controlling his body.
As soon as his prick penetrated my cunt I forgot everything except the wonderful sensation of having a hard, throbbing cock inside my hungry pussy once again.
I couldn't get enough of it.
He plunged in and out with a reckless abandon that left us both gasping for breath after just a few moments.
"That's it, baby, bang the shit out of… ohhhhh yeah, use that big cock of yours!"
I could feel the hot, bubbling sensation deep inside my cunt that I knew so well.
It wouldn't take long now.
I spread my legs as wide as possible, making it possible for him to get his big cock even deeper into my dripping cunt.
"Yeah, Larry, that's a boy… harder now… ohhhh shit, Larry, you're gonna make me come, you're gonna make it happen…"
Wild, surging masses of cum began to rush up toward my slit. I knew it would only be a matter of a few seconds.
"Uuuuuggggghhhhh! Oh fuck!"
I felt like a volcano. My pussy positively dissolved, then sent hot, molten love juice flying all over his prick.
"God it's fantastic!" I screamed.
I was being totally carried away on the crest of my excitement. Again and again my body was racked with churning spasms of release. It seemed like they would just go on forever.
Then he suddenly pulled his meat out of my cunt. A second later he exploded, pouring huge gobs of come onto my stomach. I just sat back and enjoyed it, letting his steaming cum splatter all over me. By the time he was finished I would have taken a bath in the stuff.
It wasn't a bad way to start the day.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Melissa, did you enjoy getting fucked by Jack and Mark yesterday?"
She didn't bat an eye. For a long time she just stared at me, trying to determine what my attitude was. We were sitting in the living room, really talking to each other for the first time since she had come to live with us.
"Yes. Did you enjoy watching it?"
I had to smile. She definitely had spirit; I couldn't argue with that.
"Yes," I admitted.
For another long moment we stared, at each other in silence. I couldn't decide how I should view all of this. Part of me felt like a mother to her, which made me want to discipline her and keep her from doing that sort of thing again.
But that would be a joke.
I kept remembering that I had stood there and watched her get fucked, and I had enjoyed it. Later I went out and got fucked myself, so if I came on strong now with the motherhood routine I'd be nothing but a hypocrite.
Besides, I wasn't her mother.
First of all, I wasn't anywhere near old enough to be her mother. I was closer, in fact, to her age than I was to Ellen's.
What the hell…
"What do you think your father would say?" I asked, still smiling slightly.
"It doesn't matter."
"I don't understand?"
"Well," she began, a haunting smile touching her lips and eyes, "you see, he doesn't have much choice about what I do. Not after what he did to me."
"What was that?"
"He fucked me."
"No!"
We were both grinning like idiots. So old Gerald had fucked his own daughter! That was rich…
"Tell me about it."
She looked at me for a moment, trying to decide, I guess, how much she could tell me. In a strange way I was feeling close to her right now, and I think she was able to feel it because once she started telling me the story she got so caught up in it that she didn't stop.
"Well, it was like this. You remember last summer when he came to visit me and my mother at the beach house? That was when it happened."
"I guess he just couldn't handle the sight of me running around in a bikini all the time. I could feel his eyes all over me most of the time, and at first it bothered me but after a while I stopped worrying about it. I just couldn't an any harm in it and besides, it was kind of exciting in a way."