'Jesus, girl, anything you can't do?'
I pulled my face away from his crotch, looked up at him and smiled.
'Let's fuck.'
I got on all fours in front of him like my mother had done. As I was waiting for him to enter me, I could hear and feel my heart pounding inside my, chest, but it was nothing compared to what was going on deep inside my pussy. He guided his cock to my silt and waited, his cockhead touching the lips of my cunt. I was bending forward, my ass high off the bed, my tits brushing on the pillow below me.
'Ready?' he asked solicitously.
'Fuck me, Mr. Kirkwood. My cunt's on fire. Don't just talk to me.'
He jammed his cock into me.
'Ohhhhh! God damn!'
His cock seemed like it was going to split me wide open. I could have sworn he had stuck his entire arm up my cunt if I didn't know better.
'How do you like it?' he grunted, shoving his meat in and out of me with a firm, bucking stroke.
'I love it!' I managed to gasp. It was hard enough to breathe, and talking was almost out of the question for me. But evidently not for him.
'You got a great little cunt, Honey. A great cunt. All tight and slippery. I bet you haven't been fucked very much, have you?'
I shook my head. My cunt was jumping and squirming like it was about to die. I could feel fresh loads of hot cream shooting out of me with each passing second, and I could imagine what his cock must look like as it slammed into me, long, thick and slimy. Then he did something that absolutely knocked me on my face. He jammed a finger into my asshole.
'Ohhhhhhhh!'
'Love it, don't you? Just like your mother.'
I felt like my whole body was going to just take off, hot cum shooting out of my cunt like a jet engine.
'Well, don't you?'
He jammed his finger deeper into my asshole.
'Yessss. Yessssssss!'
He laughed. Then it happened. My cunt seemed to slam completely shut as a huge, wrenching spasm of release shot through my whole body. 'Aaaaggggghhhhh!'
I couldn't believe how intense it was. Wave after wave shot through me, driving my body over the top and into a spinning, dizzy climax. Finally I was finished, my cunt a quivering mass of destroyed flesh. Then I noticed something I might be finished, but he wasn't.
CHAPTER SIX
I started to put him in my mouth to finish him off but he stopped me.
'No. Not that way.'
I looked at him quizzically. Obviously he had something specific in mind, but I didn't know what it was. Did he want me to do the same thing that my mother had done to him? I wasn't certain my tits were big enough for that.
'Lie down,' he whispered to me.
I did as I was told. He moved forward on my body, straddling me so his cock and balls dangled above my upper body. Then he paused. 'Go ahead. Take it in your hands.'
I reached up and slipped his fingers around his cock. At my first touch it jumped in my hands, throbbing and trembling as if he were about to come any second. Obviously he was in complete control, and he wasn't about to come until he was ready to.
'Now stroke it.'
I moved both my hands along the length of his prick, sliding the skin back and forth, watching it fold over his cockhead and then pull back tight along the rest of his cock.
'Nice, baby, that's real nice. You've got good hands, real good hands.'
As I increased the tempo he began to thrust into the pocket formed by my hands, jabbing forward as I tried to take care of him. He was so big! Somehow I felt like I was lying beneath a horse. His cock was so long and so thick that I couldn't help but feel lost beneath him.
'Harder now, come on, that's it, harder.'
As I jerked on his cock, he reached down and grabbed my tits, squeezing them in his hands and rolling them around on my chest.
'Mmmmmm, that's nice,' I groaned, being swept away by what he was doing to me.
My tits had never felt so sensitive in my life, but of course I had never had anybody do this sort of thing to them right after I'd been fucked, either. Surging back and forth, his prick in both my hands, we continued. A rhythm built up between us, a fluid sense of compatibility that made it possible for us to anticipate what the other person wanted.
I reached down and began to fondle his balls, while I still jerked him off with my other hand. At the same time he slipped one of his hands down to my cunt and began to lightly toy with my clit, flicking his fingertips across the sensitive button that seemed to protrude a full inch from the rest of my cunt.
'Are you gonna come?' I asked at one point, primarily because my arm was getting tired.
'You ready?'
I nodded. I was ready for anything. He dropped back on his haunches, his ass and feet coming together just above my waist.
I jerked harder on his cock, pulling up and down and watching him as he prepared to release his load onto my body. A moment later I felt his cock begin to tremble in my hands. At first it was just a tiny tremor coming from deep inside him, but after a few seconds the shaking and shuddering became much stronger.
'Come on, Jason, come! Come all over me!'
I was really getting hot and excited now. The thought of being able to see his cock explode was really getting to me.
'Hold on, baby, hold on tight!'
Then it happened. Instead of shuddering, his cock simply jerked in my hand as a wild spasm shot through him.
'Aaahhh!'
The first wad was a huge one. I saw it come flying out of the end of his prick as if everything was happening in slow motion. It was white, creamy, and hot. It came flying across the space between his cock and my body, twisting and spinning in the air, only to land with a resounding splatter directly between my tits.
I remembered my mother. The same kind of thing had happened to her at the moment he exploded, and I suddenly felt a strange kind of bond with my mother. In a crazy way we had both shared essentially the same experience with the same man.
Another wad came flying through the air – and another. In the end I felt like I was taking a bath in his hot cum. It covered my neck, my tits, and my face. I spread it around with my fingers just like my mother had done, licking some of it from my body and rubbing the rest into my skin.
We lay still, our eyes locked on each other's bodies. I could tell that he was satisfied with what had passed between us, and I knew that he would like it to happen again sometime. That was just the way I wanted it.
When I got home, my father's car was in the driveway. Evidently he was home from his trip. I didn't know how to react. It was good to have him home, of course, but things had been developing rather interestingly while he was gone. I hoped that part of it wouldn't change. As soon as I stepped through the doorway, I could tell that something was going on upstairs. The door to their bedroom was closed, but their voices were still loud enough to be heard, if not understood.
I hesitated. Should I just go on down to my bedroom, or should I go upstairs and let them know I was here? I went upstairs. All the way up I kept telling myself that the only reason I was going up toward their room was to
