'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.
It was a jawbreaker, but delicious, sheathed with velvet- A strange sound made her pause, a sound that did not fit with the blissful peace that filled her house.
A car was braking to a halt out in front.
She raised her head. She heard footsteps. Could it be Myra? Just like her to burst in at such a moment. Bill had heard it and he lifted on one elbow.
Shoes scraped on the front porch. A man's shoes. The door opened. He crossed the living room, not sneaking in, walking directly toward the bedroom, knowing where he was going. There was just enough light that Kit saw him loom tall in the doorway and his hand groping for the light switch.
The room exploded, two dresser lamps and an overhead light blazing.
Harry, her ex-husband stood tall in the doorway gazing at the naked pair in the bed. Kit was still holding Bill's erect cock.
Bill growled, 'You, who the fuck do you think you are?'
Harry's eyebrow rose. He looked surprised.
He said, 'This isn't what I expected.'
Bill's voice got louder. 'I asked you, who-'
Kit choked, 'It's Harry, my ex-husband.'
Bill sat up, bringing Kit with him because she still held his prick. He said, 'Ex-husband? He'll be your late husband if he doesn't get his ass out of here before I kick his balls off!'
Bill climbed off the bed. Harry backed.
Harry said, 'Kit, I had heard-I mean-'
Kit was dying inside, not knowing what Harry knew or suspected. Oh God, if he said something about Myra-or about her fucking with Sonny- But Bill was on his feet and crouched like a wrestler, powerful arms hooking toward the intruder. Yes, a naked wrestler but Kit guessed his enormous, rigid cock Sort of spoiled the effect. It was something else, not having to do with combat.
In fact, it looked terribly funny.
Bill said, 'I happen to be Kit's future husband. You got that, shithead?'
