And the idea was not disagreeable.
In fact, Joanne had very much wanted to handle his cock, although she would not admit it, even to herself.
Now, sitting at the kitchen table, after her mother had gone back upstairs, she remembered the scene.
Johnny had gotten her blouse open and her bra off. He had been feeling her tits for a long time and they were tingling. Her big nipples had been hard as bullets and she had been breathing so hard that she was fairly stuffing her tits into his hands with every inhalation. She had wished that he would move down. Her pussy was on fire. She would have loved to have him finger-fuck her.
Instead, he opened his jeans and hauled his cock out.
The radio was playing softly and Joanne had seen his prick in the pale illumination from the dial. It was a big prick, fat and long and hard and shapely. The cockhead was a big, flaring, purple mushroom and the dark vein bulged on the underside of the cockshaft.
As she gazed at his prick, Joanne felt her hands begin to itch for a touch. In fact, she felt her tongue begin to tingle, as well, but that was one of those things she tried to deny to herself. She had never sucked a cock, and she would not admit that she wanted to.
Then he had demanded a hand-job.
She hadn't resisted very hard or very long.
She had felt it was necessary and justifiable. "Oh, all right – if I must," she said, sounding indifferent about it even as she thrilled to the prospect.
Johnny leaned back against the door, his legs thrust out, one for braced against the firewall. His eyes glinted. His white teeth gleamed in a wolfish grin. His prick pounded, swelling and throbbing. Joanne touched his cock tentatively at first, drawing her hand back as if she had touched a hot poker. Then she folded her fist around his cockstalk and began to stroke up and down.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" he groaned with pleasure.
Joanne leaned right over him. She was fascinated as she watched her hand on his prick. She felt his cock get bigger and bigger and harder and harder as she pumped him towards the peak.
She leaned closer and closer, until her face was right over his prick. She wished that he had demanded a blow-job, instead of a handjob. She was too shy to do it on her own initiative, but if he had made her do it – well, that would have been a different matter. She leaned right down over his cock, hoping that he would take the hint – that he would place his hand behind her head and push her face down onto his prick.
But Johnny didn't realize that Joanne was hungry for his cock. Johnny was, as she had thought, a virgin. He had never fucked and he had never had his cock sucked. The most he had ever had was a hand-job, and that was all he aspired to, all he figured he could get.
It never dawned on the boy that a nice girl like Joanne Weatherby would consent to take his cock in her mouth. He figured he was lucky just to get jacked off and did not press his luck.
He began to whimper.
Her mouth was watering. Oh, how she wished that he would force her to suck his big prick!
His hips jerked up and down spasmodically and his thighs trembled.
"Here it comes!" he cried.
She felt his cock balloon and then a gush of thick jism spurted from the cocktip in a great creamy mass. His cum splashed on her bare tits and fell in loops onto her thighs. She whimpered and kept on pumping, emptying his cock and balls to the dregs.
After he was drained, she continued to hold his prick, feeling it diminish slowly, softening in her grip. She glanced up. He was smiling contentedly. His eyes were closed. Joanne, watching his face to make sure he did not see what she was doing, raised her hand to her lips and lapped his spunk from her fingers and palm. It was her fist taste of jism.
It was delicious.
If cum tasted that wonderful, second-hand, she realized how delicious it would be if she were to drink is cum straight out of his prick!
If only he had known.
Remembering that scene, now, Joanne was sorry that she had told her mother about it. Because she wanted to date Johnny Watson again. She had high hopes for future dates with the horny lad. Surely he would get the idea, eventually. She wanted him to fingerfuck her and she wanted to suck his cock and swallow his cum. How foolish she had been to tell her mother that he was a horny boy!
Now she would not be able to date him again – not openly. Having revealed his inclinations, how could she ever let her mother know that she was going out with Johnny?
She looked at her hand – the hand that had jacked him off and from which she had licked up his cum.
Lust welled in her pussy.
Joanne decided to go up to her room and give herself a long, leisurely hand-job while she thought about Johnny's cock.
Joanne had been masturbating for just over a year.
She was quite an innocent, inexperienced girl. She had never even done any heavy petting before she met Johnny Watson. His was the first erect cock that she had ever seen, let alone milked. But she had thought about such things as a great deal as she experimented with her hands and fingers and rubbed her sweet pussy to a froth.
She gave herself two or three hand-jobs a week, usually in bed, either before going to sleep or when she first woke up in the morning. Normally she didn't deliberately set out to finger-fuck herself. But this morning, inspired by her recollections, the girl really needed to come.
Smiling in expectation, she got up from the table and went upstairs. She had to go past her parents' room to get to hers and she was moving quietly, slightly embarrassed at her intentions. As she passed the closed door of her parents' room, she heard the bed groan, and she heard her mother and father panting.
She stopped dead.
Were they fucking?
The thought thrilled her.
She listened at the door. Then, flushed by lust, ashamed of herself but unable to resist the urge, the girl knelt down and placed her eye to the keyhole.
It was quite a sight.
Clawing frantically at her cunt, Joanne watched Robert and Catherine fuck up a storm.
CHAPTER FIVE
The view from the keyhole was perfect, giving Joanne just the right perspective to observe her parents' fucking.
She was looking up from the foot of the bed. She saw her mother's taut, firm, heart shaped ass swivel as it rose and fell. And, below that plunging ass, the girl could see her father's huge, cum-filled balls. She could see the contact. Her mother's cunt lips were sucking on that big prick, as it fucked in and out.
The thick cockshaft appeared, slathered with cunt juice, then vanished back up the steaming pussy slot. As Catherine rose up, her cunt was dragged almost inside-out as her cunt lips pulled on his cockmeat.
Joanne was fascinated. She opened her dressing gown and cupped her streaming, sodden pussy, squeezing and rubbing. She began to play with her stiff nipples with the other hand. Her hot breath billowed against the door as she leaned in, eye tight to the keyhole.
Her father's cock was enormous!
And she had thought that Johnny Watson had a big cock!
She gazed in awe at the fat prick as it emerged it looked as big as her forearm. The thick, dark vein that ran up the underside was pulsing and throbbing. His cock came out until she could see the wide, flaring ledge just behind the cock-knob, then it plunged in again. As the massive fuck-pole filled Catherine's cunt to the brim, creamy cunt juice sprayed out. The thick stuff ran in streamers down Robert's prick and soaked his balls and coated his belly and thighs.
Joanne lusted for that huge prick.
It might belong to her father, but she didn't even think of that. She thought only of how delicious that cock looked. Lucky Mom! Oh, how the girl wished it were her cunt getting fucked by that monster of a prick! She wished she could rush into the room and join them, lapping at his bloated balls, licking his cock as it pulled out, soaking, from Catherine's steaming pussy!