Joanne came almost immediately.
Her nipples throbbed in her hand and, a moment later, her cunt melted in her other hand.
The horny girl was so intrigued by what she was watching that she scarcely realized she had come.
She kept right on playing with her juicy cunt.
Then Catherine was creaming and Robert was shooting his heavy dose up into her cunt like a fiery, liquid skyrocket. His cum was pouring into her pussy and pouring out again, overflowing her fuck-hole, flying from her cunt in thick gobs, spraying from her writhing crotch.
Joanne felt great lashings of lust flood through her belly. She had just had an orgasm and yet, instead of relieving the pressure of her passion, it seemed to have made her hotter than before. Cunt juice pooled in her palm and dripped over the edges of her hand.
She watched as her parents disengaged from their fucking. Catherine slowly pulled her pussy off Robert's stiff prick. The cunt lips sucked and slurped as if loath to be vacated. His huge cock pulled out, quivering, swaying, still hard. Catherine's cunt was wide open and full of jism and pussy cream. Fuck juices poured down her thighs.
Joanne rose on trembling legs.
She staggered down the hall to her bedroom. She felt dazed, weakened by lust, pierced by passion.
She had never thought about her parents' sex life before. Oh, she had known they fucked – she was living proof of that – but she had supposed, if she considered it at all, that they did it as steady, married people were supposed to, under the blankets with the man on top in the missionary position.
Seeing her mother ride that mighty hunk of cock with such wild abandon was inspirational.
Joanne determined that she was going to start doing some fucking, herself, as soon as the chance arose.
But there was no cock available at the moment.
She needed another hand-job.
Joanne went into her bedroom and closed the door. She locked it. She took her robe off and stood before the full-length mirror for a few moments, not touching herself, just admiring her pert, nubile body and wishing there were some boy or man there to do that admiring for her.
Joanne was not vain, but she was not blind, either. It was obvious that her body was sexy and desirable. Some young man was going to strike it very lucky, very soon. Who? She wondered. Johnny Watson, maybe. It really didn't matter who the boy was, as long as his prick was big and hot and hard.
The randy little teenager wished she knew a boy with a cock as huge as her father's. She thought about that parental prick and her mouth watered and her cunt dripped. She swayed before the mirror, moving her pelvis in a fucking motion.
Incest was wicked and sinful, she knew. She would never commit incest. But she didn't suppose that there was any harm in just thinking about it.
And her father did have such a wonderful cock!
Thinking alternately about Johnny Watson and her father, Joanne began to play with her cunt again.
She rubbed her tits.
She cupped the plump tit mounds in her hands, lifting them and pressing them together, while her thumbs switched back and forth across her hard nipples.
She stroked her flanks and thighs. Joanne turned and, looking over her shoulder, thrust her ass out towards the mirror, legs apart, looking at her creamy crotch from that viewpoint. She slowly rotated her ass. She slipped a hand into her crotch and began to slowly push three fingers up her cunt. They went in and out and her cunt sucked on them. She wished with all her heart that her fingers were a cock. Fingers were nice, but they were a poor substitute for a prick. They couldn't come, that was the thing – they couldn't squirt a load of hot jism into her pussy.
The girl was really frantic now.
She drew her fingers out from her cunt and raised them to her face. They were streaked with cunt juice. She held them bunched together and, pretending they were a prick, fed them to her mouth. She licked them and sucked them.
The flavor of her own cunt juice tingled on her tongue. It tasted lovely, she thought. She could understand how some girls – strange girls – might enjoy eating pussy Joanne had no homosexual inclinations, and yet the idea was exciting.
Everything was exciting to her today, horny as she was.
She returned her hand to her pussy.
She began masturbating with both hands, finger-fucking herself and rubbing her clit at the same time, still looking over her shoulder so that she could watch in the mirror. Cunt juice streamed from her pussy. She rolled her hips and pumped her ass. The glowing sensation built up in her belly and thighs. She felt so hot that she thought her cunt might suddenly ignite, bursting into flames – flames that could only be extinguished by being doused with cunt juice.
She came again, her whole lithe, nubile body vibrating.
She staggered to the bed and stretched out, face down. After a few moments she rolled over and, on her back, knees lifted, she began to rub her pussy again. She looked down the smooth slope of her slender body, watching her hands caress her crotch. She was seething again. Her manually induced orgasms were not giving her any release. They were pleasant, they felt good, but they only made her yearn for more.
She wondered if she could bend down far enough to get her head between her legs. Oh! That idea drove a spike of desire into the horny girl. She threw her legs up and bent her neck down and wailed with disappointment when she found that she could not quite reach her cunt with her tongue.
That was another thing she wanted – to get sucked off. She wondered if Johnny Watson was a cunt-sucker. She giggled. If he wasn't now, he was going to be. She would demand that he eat her pussy. She would turn the tables on him, denying him anything until he had given her a gobble. Then she would return the favor.
She didn't know what she wanted most, fucking or sucking – she wanted to do everything, and have everything done to her.
She was masturbating slowly and steadily now, in no hurry to come again, enjoying the build-up.
She heard her mother and father go downstairs.
It gave her a wildly thrilling idea. There had not been time for Catherine to change the sheets on the bed! Joanne waited for a moment, then got up and went to the door. She looked out. She could hear her parents talking downstairs.
Grinning, she slipped down the hallway and went into their bedroom.
The sheet was slippery with cum and cunt juice.
The naughty teenager knelt on the bed and, lowering her head, began to lap up the congealing fuck juices. It occurred to her that she was licking up her mother's cunt juice along with her father's spunk, but it didn't seem important. Even cold, the stuff was yummy. She lapped it all up greedily.
She went back to her own bedroom.
Joanne wished that she had an electric vibrator or a rubber dildo – something shaped like a prick with which she could fuck her cunt to a frazzle. But the poor girl had only her fingers. Well, they were better than nothing. They did the job.
She thought she might stay in her room all morning, coming and coming. Later, she hoped to see Johnny Watson.
She regretted, again, that she had told her mother what sort of a boy Johnny was. That was going to complicate things. It would be embarrassing to go out with him, after admitting that he was that kind of guy. Still, she would figure something out. The girl was absolutely determined to do some sucking and fucking as soon as possible.
She kept on playing with her pussy.
She thought about all sorts of things…
CHAPTER SIX
It was a Saturday.
Robert generally played golf on Saturdays. Catherine knew that, of course. But when he fetched his golf clubs, she felt annoyed and frustrated.