Maybella started to pound faster and faster. Her eyes looked almost glazed as she rammed her cunt over his ready-to-bunt pecker. The strong musdcs inside her snatch contracted around his dick every time she slammed her pussy down to his balls; it felt like he was being alternately squeezed and released by a hot, wet suction pump. He could feel the come starting to rise in his cock even as Maybella started shrieking and writhing from side to side and up and down. Her hot little cunt contracted spasmodically around his pecker as she came and came, calling his name at the top of her lungs and digging her smooth thighs even tighter around his muscular body.
Both girls coming at once was more than Steve could stand. "Don't stop, Maybella, don't stop now, for God's sake, I'm coming too," he cried, urging the exhausted girl on top of him to keep pumping her match up and down for a few more minutes. The prospect of Steve's big cock shooting a load of cum up her still steaming cunt revived Maybella enough to keep her pumping diligently away. Steve's eyes screwed shut and his chest heaved up and down so that Maybella could see his muscles bulging and rippling as he concentrated on shooting his wad into her cunt.
Steve's big hands circled Maybella's trim waist and spread over her heaving hips as he helped her bounce up and down on his huge, stiff pecker. The smooth pinky-white skin that covered her hips was as soft and velvety as the inside of a rose petal. And what a cunt! Like tight warm elastic, just big enough to take in his oversized rod, and not one bit bigger. Just thinking about her hot match was ill. Steve needed to send him spuiting over the brink. His cock responded like someone had finally taken his finger out of the dike and let the flood waters break through. His never-ending stream of cum splashed into Maybella like it had been shot out of a high-powered rifle. She screamed delightedly as he continued to shoot his wad into her. It hit her so hard she felt sure it was goingto keep right on coming till it spilled in a sticky warm stream right out her open mouth.
"Ooh, Steve, you come so nice. It feels so good inside. I feel like I'm filled right up to the top with your cum. I love it! I bet Mary Anne's jealous, aren't you, Mary Anne?" said Maybella tauntingly.
"What have I got to be jealous of? I caine too, you know. Best I ever had, too. So there," replied Mary Anne, who had wiled off Steve and now lay propped up on one elbow. Steve and Maybella had been so engrossed in their fucking they hadn't noticed Mary Anne watching them. Steve wondered absently what two people fucking looked like to somebody who was just watching. Silly, probably, he decided.
"Yeah, but you didn't get to feel that great big old cock of Steve's stuffed all the way up your cunt," responded Maybella. "I did, and if I was you, I'd be jealous. You don't know what you're missing!"
"Well, maybe Steve will show me some time. Will you, Steve?" implored Mary Anne, looking up at him through thick curly lashes.
"I expect that can be arranged," replied Steve with a laugh, his eyes resting hungrily on her soft little pussy. Her pubic hair made a downy blonde triangle between her long legs. She giggled when she saw where Steve's brown eyes were resting. She ran a hand between her legs, twining her fingers in the downy blonde bush and slyly watching Steve to see what kind of effect she was having on him.
Steve looked longingly at the spot where her fingers disappeared into her down-covered snatch.
How he would love to push those fingers aside and sink his cock into her golden cunt. But this was already his third time today, and he knew that when his pecker finally came plopping out of Maybella's snatch it was going to be limply un-cooperating.
"Come on, Steve, show Mary Anne what all this fuss is about," coaxed Mary Anne, running her fingers over her but again.
"Patience, baby doll, patience. I haven't even pat out of one cunt yet and you're trying to get me into another one. What's the rush?" Steve replied lightly, stalling for time.
"Well, we haven't got all night, you know. Pa'll be missin' us pretty soon now," answered Mary Anne. "What time is it anyway?"
Steve looked at his watch, the only thing he was still wearing. "Six forty-five," he replied.
"Six forty-five!" shrieked Maybella, propelling herself up so fast that a load of cool cum dripped out of her snatch onto Steve's belly. "Sorry, Steve, but we gotta go," said Maybella, hunting frantically for her clothes.
"God, yes," said Mary Anne nervously. "Pa'll tan us good for bein' as late as we are. I think he goes looking for excuses to pull our pants down and whack us on our bare bottoms. I just hate it when he does that," continued Mary Anne matter-of-factly.
"Then why do you let him?" asked Steve incredulously. Both girls were certainly well beyond the spanking age.
"It's a sight easier than fighting with him. Don't hurt much, really. Think he just likes to feel up our buns," giggled Mary Anne, as she, too, started digging around for her discarded clothes.
"You want me to convince him to lay off you two?" demanded Steve, doubling his hands into huge, menacing-looking fists.
"Oh, no, no, Steve. Thanks, but we can handle Pa. Can't we, Mary Anne?" said Maybella quickly. She didn't want Pa to find out about Steve. Wasn't no way he was going to win a fight with Pa, not if Pa fought with a shotgun and Steve fought with his fists. She darted a warning glance at Mary Anne, who nodded knowingly.
"Maybella's right, Steve. No call for you to get involved. Nothin' to worry about, really." Mary Anne zipped up her shorts and her delicious blonde thatch disappeared behind the teeth of a zipper like a maiden being locked into prison. Even though his pecker wasn't hard again yet, Steve felt a familiar stirring in his crotch. How he hated to let such a pretty pussy get away unfucked!
Both girls paused a moment at the door.
"Can you meet us later tonight?" asked Maybella hopefully.
"Not tonight. Better make it tomorrow," he replied. Thank God Doris hadn't shown any signs yet of wanting to move on.
"Okay. Same time?" This time Mary Anne was asking the question.
"Let's make it a little earlier. It'll give us more time before your pa starts looking for you. How about two o'clock?" Steve reached out and rumpled Maybella's soft dark hair, then patted Mary Anne's rounded ass.
"Okay," grinned Maybella, reaching up to kiss him full on the lips.
"See you then," promised Mary Anne, kissing him even longer than her sister had, and opening her lips so that his tongue could explore her soft mouth. "And just remember, I get fucked first tomorrow, not Maybella!"
"How could I forget? Don't worry, my big fat cock'll be hard as a rock and ready as a bull in beat."
Steve gave the girls a few minutes to get away, then stepped quickly out of the unit, looking around to make sure no one was around. Seeing the coast was clear, he stuck his hands into his pockets and started strolling back toward number eight, and Doris.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Doris breathed a big sigh of relief when she opened the door to their unit and discovered that Steve was still gone. What luck! She couldn't believe it. Now if she could just persuade Steve to stay aver another day or two.
Doris had changed into fresh clothes and curled up with a magazine by the time Steve finally turned his key in the lock of number eight.
"Hi, baby," he called to her, striding across the warn and tossing the paper on the bed. "Been back long?" he asked casually.
"Not too long," Doris replied cautiously. After all, she didn't know how long Steve had been back before he went out for the paper.
"Well, how about getting your sweet little ass in gear, my sweet, and we'll go grab us a bite to eat?" Steve sounded unusually happy; Doris privately thanked her lucky stars.