His balls thumped her asshole and his cock, a ball bat of concrete, extended her sucking cavern all the way, it seemed, to her throat.
When at last his nuts exploded and shot pints of jism through his cock, Kit was shrieking.
"Come, Bill, oh; shoot it into me, honey!"
He blasted his sperm up her hole, backed, lunged again, spurting like a wildman. The great viscous gobs filled her cunt and spilled down her ass to wet the scrotum from which they had originated.
He emptied himself in her and Kit sagged, arms and legs falling from him.
"Bill, I'm exhausted," she choked.
He laughed. "Hell, Kit. I've only begun to fuck."
Next door, Lily and Sonny had finished dinner and were in the living room trying to watch the TV, but too preoccupied with their parents' doings to see more than flickering shadows.
Finally Lily could no longer stand the suspense. She said, "I think you had better go over and sneak a look."
He needed no urging. He sprang up and raced out the back way.
Lily had, to a degree, gotten over her anger at her father's rejecting her, though her shortened dress remained to jog her memory of that awful moment. Oh, she knew her father should have a woman but- Sonny hurtled back into the living room, wide-eyed.
He cried, "I could hear the bedsprings from the kitchen! Like they're smashing the bed apart. I sneaked into the hall and heard them talking, well, not talking. More like loud noises."
Lily eyed him, his sleek torso and the ridge in his shorts. She decided instantly. She lunged out of her chair and strode to her room.
There she whipped off her pretty lace panties. In the mirror she saw that her skirt hem concealed her twat lips because the hairs were wet and mashed up flat. She lifted the dress an inch, trusting it to hang on her hips, and returned to the living room wiggling and swaying in her dress no longer than a t-shirt but much more precisely shaped to display her shape.
Sonny gaped and his eyes bugged. She dropped down on the couch facing him, flipping up her skirt. He glanced once at her hairy cunt and flung his arms about her.
"Lily, you're not mad at me any more?"
"I hate you, you shithead." She slid a hand down his chest to his pants and tore his zipper open. His cock sprang up into her hand, as hard as a hambone. Clutching it she dropped back down on the couch, legs apart, drawing him to her.
"Lily, don't you want to take off your dress?"
"No. Stick it into me, you prickhead."
The first thrust, his knob sliding easily up her hole, brought a wild little spasm in her belly. Lily groaned with pleasure and flung her legs about him, feeling rather glad that Sonny's rod was inside her instead of her father's cunt-stretcher. Oh, Daddy's tool was glorious, but this certainly was more comfortable and it let her be more in control.
She humped in long, strong pulls and Sonny caught the rhythm, which was not playful but a matter of cock-stripping surges guaranteed to make him shoot off his nuts within minutes. She wanted only one orgasm this time, a hard one when he exploded. She wished now that her dress were off so he could fondle her tits but she had needed his cock in a great hurry, and she had it, a plunging length of rigid meat on which her insides pulsed and slithered and rippled in corrugated waves of urgent desire.
He cried, "Lily, you're making me come!"
"Sure I am, you prickhead! Goon, fuck me!"
"I wish you'd call me darling, just once."
"Okay, darling, you asshole." She kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth just as he began his ride.
He bucked, raised up, squashed her clitoris, gave a yell and hammered wildly into her split. Lily felt all the knots in her belly congeal into a fist jerking off his plunging cock. The first geyser of jism triggered, her orgasm. She shrieked, arched up and slammed at him.
He squirted her full as she writhed and tossed through the delicious agonies of her come.
He sagged on her. He whispered, "Please don't call me dirty names any more, Lily."
She suckered a kiss on his throat and wondered why it seemed more loving to call him an asshole instead of saying darling.
Night had come. They were still huddled together on the couch, caressing each other's genitals. There was still no communication from next door.
Lily felt Sonny's cock begin to flatten up in her hand.
He said, "Let's go into your bedroom-get naked-"
"I have a better idea. Your bedroom. I want to hear them make the bedsprings creak."
He grinned in agreement, rose and clasped the waistband of his shorts. His prick was too stiff to bend back inside. He left it sticking out.
Lily got the nightie Daddy had bought her and they left the house. Her dress was wrinkled now and hung up around her waist but the cool of night felt good on her fevered pussy as they left the greenhouse and went through the hedge to Sonny's newly mown lawn.
He said, "Hey, your pussy is showing."
She glanced about the darkness, at house lights that seemed distant. She did not pull down her skirt.
She said, "Well, do something about it."
He did. He drew her close and cupped his hand on it, gently stroking, rolling the slobbery lips between his fingers, while Lily massaged his cock. She had made him stop here on the lawn to savor the moment together. It would be different indoors. She edged over to the porch step, mounted the first one and planted her feet well apart.
She tucked his cockhead in between her lips. He shoved and the bony curve slid right up her hole.
He grabbed her ass and gave her some long, slick strokes.
Then she heard Kit's laughter.
She froze. She eased off Sonny's prick, took his hand and led him up the steps into the kitchen.
She then heard her father say, "I think the whole damn thing has melted and is dripping out of you."
She glanced at Sonny. He was grinning.
They stole silently into his room. There Lily stripped off her dress, hung it and her nightie over a chair, and they climbed naked, into bed.
Sonny started to climb on top of her but she pushed him aside. She had other ideas.
She curled down his body and mouthed the juicy head of his prick.
Kit could not stop giggling. Curled up in Bill's arms, her hand roving about his stiff cock, she had not a care in the world. Everything he said was funny, every caress a voluptuous delight. Her troubles were over. Myra? Bill would slap the face of the lesbian bitch. Sonny and Lily?
She had heard them stealthily enter the house, had heard springs creak when they got into his bed. They were just beyond this wall, not ten feet away, and it was a thin wall.
She pressed her mouth to Bill's ear and whispered, "The kids are in Sonny's bed."
He considered that a moment, said, "That's all for the best, I suppose."
"Oh, yes. Let them fuck their little heads off, the darlings. Bill, listen. You said you could convert your house into greenhouse and office, display room, all that. Why not cover your lot with glass and move in here? We have only two bedrooms but if the kids sleep together that's all we'll need."
"We'd have to get married."
She frowned. "I hadn't thought of that."
"Would you like to?"
She shrugged. "I don't care. Whatever you think best." She fingered down his thigh and found his scrotum, more concerned with the squishy feel of his big nuts than with the possibility of becoming Mrs. Folsom. She said, "Married or not, I'd keep my job. I like it. And damned if I'd become a financial burden like your first wife."
"Well, the kids each need both a father and a mother. We'll get married."
"Okay. If you insist." Kit nuzzled his hairy chest. Then she curled down his torso, two-handing his genitals, and mouthed the head of his prick.