Speechless, he just stated at her until she put one small hand upon his thigh. Then he grunted and frowned and tried to look stern. "Sunny Watson, you're putting me on, and I'll bet my bitchy sister had something to do with it. Now you'd better run on home before somebody hears you talking dirty."
"Listen to the big man," she said, sliding her hand into his crotch where the swelling was. Harry leaped like a startled buck, but the pressure of her hand on his cock held him down. "You're sixteen," she went on, "and I'm only thirteen, but you know something? I can fuck you into a melted puddle."
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about. Look, if you don't – I mean, my dad's upstairs and my sister is close by…"
Sunny squeezed his prick, noting with satisfaction that it was almost as big as his father's, and maybe even harder. She said: "We can hear anybody on the stairs, and if we get behind the couch, nobody can see us. Betsy's gone down the street. I saw her. Come on, big man. Do you want to fuck me, or would you rather go back to the toilet and jack off?"
Harry's face turned redder, and his brown eyes caught fire, bunting into hers. "If you're some kind of little prick-teaser…"
"Try me," she said, and let go of his prick to get herself up and swing behind the couch. Down on the carpet, she stripped off her jeans and blouse, and when he came around to stare down at her naked body, Sunny rolled her belly suggestively and held up her arms to the boy.
Gulping, he climbed awkwardly from his own jeans and struggled with his jockey shorts, his long, thick prick poking out and getting tangled in the material. Her second man lover, she thought; her third prick to know, but only her second human. It would be nice to have another lover, to know how this attractive boy acted when he fucked her. And once she got him hooked on her pussy, she could change him over to his sister, and from Betsy, on to Teresa Watson, her mother.
Harry had some good pussy coming, and she hoped he was good enough to deserve it all.
He was whispering, his voice thin and taut: "Damn – I never figured you to be so beautiful, Sunny. You really are."
Harry kneeled between her outstretched feet and ran his hands up the calves of her legs to fondle her knees; slowly, they moved up and across her thighs as Harry inched nearer, his courage growing. He touched her pussy, turned his hand so he could palm her entire feverish cunt mound. "What a crazy little cunt," he said.
She rolled her box into his hand, grinding her crotch and using fingertips to bounce her tits up at him. She saw how he was shaking, and wondered if he had ever had a piece of ass before, or if he spent all his time masturbating. But his prick was lovely, so hard and pulsing, and when he let go of her pussy to take his rod in one hand, she hiked her crotch to make it easier for him to aim his dick into her cunt hole.
His cockhead touched her pussy hair, pushed down and stopped vibrantly upon her pussylips. She loved the feel of his prick, all spongy and resilient, yet containing that hard core of male power. With a now-practiced twist of her hips, she wrapped her cunt lips around the head of his stiff young prick, and with another lunge, made him stuff his dick full length into the wet, hot grip of her snatch.
"There!" she panted, moving her hands around his neck and drawing his face down to hers as his prick thrust strongly into her pussy. "There, Harry. You've got it in me. It's shoved home to the root, because I can feel your balls in the crack of my ass. And it's wonderful, wonderful!"
"S-Sunny," he gasped. "Oh, wow – Sunny! Your cunt is so tight and so hot…"
Then her mouth reached up to his, and her tongue pushed demandingly into his lips, effectively silencing his words. His tongue shivered against hers, and she felt the taking of his teeth, the hot gushing of his breath. He began to fuck her, to pump his rigid shaft deep into her clinging pussy, then backing it out so that she almost lost the flared head, only to stab it to the hilt once more. Whether Harry had ever screwed a girl or not, he was doing a good job now.
Sunny wiggled on the plunging cock, used her new-found knowledge to suck in his prickhead, to clamp down upon it, massaging his dick with the muscles of her cunt. Her clit shuddered at every stroke, and she ground her ass delightedly while Harry churned the meat to her.
He tore his mouth free of hers, groaning in ecstasy as she rode his cock, as her hand slid down his back to take the cheeks of his ass. She dug in her fingernails and helped him pound his rod home, and in turn, Harry tightened his arms around her slim waist as she heaved and whirled her pussy around on his shaft.
"Sunny! I'm coming! I'M COMING!"
In a frenzy then, she slammed her cunt to him, rocked and bucked her crotch to catch up with the orgasm threatening to break within her lover. Latching her legs around him as far as she could reach, Sunny hunched her pussy with desperate speed.
But she didn't quite catch him. The knob of Harry's prick slowed in its stroking, swelled and flexed. Then it thundered forth with a geyser of hot jazz, with a roaring stream of boiling cum that flooded her entire cunt from wall to wall. The cum continued to spurt from the head of his cock, although in ever-diminishing jets.
Then her own climax came to a convulsive cresting, and she hammered her heels into the cheeks of Harry's ass. Her nails dug into his spine and she writhed madly upon the impalement of his cock. She felt the juices squishing out, the dripping of his cum intermingled with her lubrications, as it flowed around his imbedded prick and down the crack of her ass. Sticky and steaming, it passed over the compressed ring of her asshole and puddled upon the carpet.
Dropping back, her legs and arms sliding from around his sweating body, Sunny sighed in completion. Hot waves of rapture kept rolling within her well-filled pussy, but they were no longer the sharp-edged slashings of her coming. Milder now, they thrilled her cunt and kept her clitoris thrumming, and she didn't want Harry to take his hard prick out of her snatch.
But he did so, backing his rod from the grasp of her pussy and spilling yet more gooey sperm across the blonde hairs of her twat. Above her he said, "Come on, Sunny. My sister might be in here any minute. We have to put on our clothes and get straight."
Sunny sat up, but didn't make a move towards her clothes. "Your sister has been watching us, Harry. She knew I was going to fuck you."
His face changed. "W-What? Betsy…"
"Still," Sunny commented, "I suppose we have to get dressed for now. You won't be able to screw again for at least a few minutes. And maybe we'd do better out in the backyard, or down in the basement."
Harry said, "I don't believe it – about Betsy watching us." He was scrabbling for his pants, hurrying into them. Zipping and wiggling his hips.
Sunny said, "Tell him, Betsy."
And Betsy said from where they couldn't see her: "I saw it all, Harry – for as long as it lasted."
The boy went red, and got tangled into his T-shirt, trying to get it on. Languidly, Sunny reached for her own clothes. "Told you, lover."
"But damnit – I – Dad's upstairs, so close, and…"
Not yet, Sunny thought; she wouldn't tell him about his father yet. The shock might run Harry up a wall, especially when he discovered that his dad was fucking his sister – and, incidentally, little Sunny Watson. But Harry would adjust when the time came, which would be soon enough. He was, as Betsy had described her brother, a horny kid; he wouldn't want to miss out on any of the great ticking planned for him.
When they came from behind the couch, she saw Betsy grinning at them from the kitchen archway. Harry said roughly: "Come on. Let's get the hell out of the house before the old man comes downstairs."
There was a place in the Lorimer yard that was secluded, behind a screening of rose bushes and the corner of a high hedge. They went there, sitting on the manicured lawn and not looking at each other until Sunny said, "This is silly. Harry and I fucked, and Betsy saw it all. So what?"