"Wouldn't it be great? Would you like it, Suzy? Would you have turned him on, and made him come-off like that?"
"Damn right. I woulda made him really shoot."
"I'm cummin!" Bethany yelled.
"Me, too!" Suzy echoed.
The lovely basics lay writhing with ripe orgasms, their eyes closed, their little hands a blur, their fingers all gooey, sticky, and slick as they fucked in and out.
"He had a big huge hard-on," Bethany babbled. "Looked like a thick, fat hotdog."
"Old man with a big hard-on right there on the side of the pool, out in public, lookin' at your ass."
"Yeahhhh," Bethany huffed.
The next morning, Bethany was up at five for an aerobics class at six. She told Suzy she'd come back around seven. They could have breakfast, and go to school.
Suzy lay back and fell asleep.
She woke up again near seven. Bethany wasn't back. She got up and, went to the bag full of clothes Mr. Holt had let her keep from the modeling session.
Suzy chose the faded blue denim skirt, the one that fit her so tight. Also the tight white tanktop. She pulled on her pink bra, the tank-top, slipped into her tight pink panties, slid her feet into the little pink heels, and left the skirt on the bed.
She walked down the hall to the toilet and walked in. Mr. Sizemore, Bethany's dad was standing at the sink shaving. All he had on was a towel wrapped loosely around his thin, manly hips. His face was streaked with white, cakey shaving cream. His coal black hair was wet and slicked back. He had heavy hair on his chest. His face was heroic, square cut, with a dimpled chin. His legs were muscular and hairy.
He stood a handsome six-feet tall. His face wore a look of shock and surprise as he turned from the sink and beheld Suzy standing there, the tight white top pulling in, making her big teen tits look like generous scoops of vanilla ice cream. The top stopped up on her belly, and Mr. Sizemore, after gazing at her tits, dropped his glance downward and appraised her pretty pink panties. They were shaded in front, very tight, as though she had a Mars bar in there. She stood lovely and alluring in her pink high heels.
"Ah, uh, you must be Bethany's friend."
"Suzy," she said.
"Well, yes, I-I," he stuttered, his eyes roaming all over her luscious body.
"I'm very sorry, sir. I didn't mean… I mean I'll leave," she said.
He turned a bit more from the sink and the towel fell from his mid-section. His cock was already thumping to a hard-on, and as it thumped, wobbled, and pulsated upward, Suzy watched in rapt fascination its slow, sensuous, and incredibly wild rise.
His cock finally reached its peak, standing long, white, and thick, like an axe handle from between his legs. She noticed how unusually thick it was, like a hotdog.
His cock looked round and big as a juicy cucumber. She was amazed at how hard it was. A gallant good-morning erection.
"Well, I'm really sorry," he said, sheepishly.
"Oh, that's okay, Mr. Sizemore."
"It's that, well… you're Bethany's friend… I mean…"
His cock squished out a goop of cum that spilled from the tip. It shot out hot, then a big string of cream oozed from the pink pricktip, and hung off it like a shoestring.
Then – Suzy really was amazed at this – his prick got harder. It seemed to continue to grow right before her eyes. It was a most exciting and awesome sight to the gorgeous young girl, who stood frozen, not able to take her gaze away from Mr. Sizemore's undulating erection.
Now his cock was straight up against his hairy belly. It thumped back, hitting his belly way up above his belly button. More cum bubbled off the top, and spilled down the sides of the stalk like big hunks of beer foam.
His balls looked like a couple of oranges hanging between his legs.
Suzy's pussy itched. She felt the emission, a damp flow of her own cream seeping into the tight crotch of her pink panties. Still she looked with amazement at the towering prick thumping and wobbling just a few feet in front of her.
"Well, I… I'll just get this towel back on," Mr. Sizemore murmured, his voice trembling.
"It's so hard and big," Suzy blurted.
"Oh, Goddamn!" the man moaned. He pushed the door shut, locked it, and pulled Suzy into his arms, pressing to her lithe body his hairy nakedness and his thick, long prick.
His lips met hers in a passionate, wet, mouth sucking kiss. He slid his hand between them and shoved his fingers into her panties, placing his fingertips against her pussy.
He took Suzy's arm by the wrist, brought it down and rubbed her hand against his beating hard-on. Suzy took the cue and clutched her little hand around the massive prick stick in a warm grip.
His hand danced up and he ducked it into her parties, shaving his fingers into her nitty carpet of cunt curls, slicing a finger straight into her pussy. His other hand went behind her and fanned greedily on her fine, pantied ass.
"I don't know if you oughta have your hand in my panties like that, Mr. Sizemore. I mean, after all, you're Bethany's…"
"I know. I don't care. I know this is wrong. I know I could go to hell. I don't give a damn. You're beautiful. You're fabulous," he whispered, his words like hot hunks of coal.
"Mmmmmm," Suzy murmured, her hand squeezing on his monstrous prick stalk. She liked the feel of the huge cock in her hand, the way it pulsed and throbbed.
His finger fucked a slow slick syncopation, slushing in and out while his knuckles bulged out her little pink panties.
"I give my consent," Suzy whispered.
"Oh, my," he whined.
"We better hurry up and do somethin' though, Mr. Sizemore, 'cause Beth will be back soon."
He backed off. They stood in front of the big mirror. They looked at each other in the mirror. He knelt in front of Suzy, kissed her panties, licked at the crotch, slowly worked the panties down and finally plastered his mouth on her pussy.
Suzy watched him in the mirror, the way his lips were open sucking, plunging into her pussy. She'd never seen anything as exciting as their reflection in the mirror. Her pink panties were at her knees, with his hands cupping her ass, and his mouth muffed to her cunt.
His sucking and licking gave her great morning pleasure, but not to waste too much of the precious time he had with Suzy, Mr. Sizemore stood up. His cock snapped at his belly.
"Suzy!" They heard Bethany call out in the hallway.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a little bit," Suzy answered.
"Okay, I'll meet you down in the kitchen," Bethany said, and they heard her footsteps on the stairs.
"I could beat you off real quick, if you want me to, sir," Suzy said to the trembling man.
"Besides, you don't want it stickin' up so big like that when you come down to breakfast, huh?"
"Yes, beat me off then," he gulped. They stood before the mirror. Suzy reached across with her right hand, and got an underhanded grip on the creamy prick. She started a fast jerk, a sweet hot, rapid herky-jerky.
"How big is your prick, Mr. Sizemore?" she whispered.
"I dunno," he whimpered, looking at her hand action in the mirror.
"It's a big, big cock, though." Suzy's hand danced faster and faster. "I'll just give it a fast hand-job, okay?"
"Yes, please."
"Faster?"
"Yeah!"
"I'm jerkin' as fast as I can go now, sir."
"It's wonderful," he whispered. "Here, I can go faster, if I put some of that shaving cream on it." Suzy reached her hand up to his face. She scraped off big gunks of lather and applied them to Mr. Sizemore's prick until it was caked.
Then she began jerking on his cock again. He reached over and shoved a finger in her cunt, started fingering her, with his wrist loose and facile.
They watched in the mirror. Suzy's mouth hung open with an ever so pretty pink pucker. Her eyes glazed into the mirror watching herself jack his cock while he fucked her with his finger.