squeezed, and her flesh squirmed in his grasp.
Gritting her teeth against the waves of excitement his touch triggered, Gabby concentrated on running her hands over his torso. She carefully avoided the jutting prod that interested her the most. Strangely, she found herself wondering about her father's cock. It was hard to realize that she had sprung from that shaft of his. She hadn't even seen him naked. She wondered if he was as big as Kerry.
Kerry's soapy hands probed into her armpits, rubbing the fine stubble there, then swept down her slender rib cage to her trim hips. Pulling away, Gabby knelt. She took the soap and lathered first one of his strong, graceful legs and then the other. His pecker swayed heavily right in front of her face.
Gabby wondered about what ‘Caela had said that morning. Was Daddy getting horny? Gabby was pretty sure he was doing something with his secretary, but she didn't have any proof. He'd certainly had a hard-on this morning. Of course, ‘Caela in her pajamas could give a statue a hard-on.
'You taking up residence down there?' Kerry asked, breaking into her reverie.
'Sorry,' she apologized, getting to her feet.
'Just that I couldn't reach the interesting part,' Kerry noted, his slithery fingers sliding into the fine, pale red curls of her pussy. They were so thin and sparse they barely misted her slit.
Gabby let her thighs spread, and purred as his finger invaded her cunt. Hoping his finger would find her hole and slide into her, she rocked her hips forward. She wrapped her soapy hand around his heavy shaft. It was bigger than Daddy's. No doubt about it. She slid her hand over it, felt the contours, the soft rubberiness of the head, the groove right behind it. And the great huge shaft, hard as stone, inside the tender skin.
Kerry's finger slid into her cunt, parting the rippled folds. She sighed and leaned back against the chilly tile wall. She thought of getting the tower in her hand into the hole being invaded by his finger, and felt hot excitement seeping from her cunt.
Then she thought of getting her father's cock up her tight tunnel, and the seeping became a flood. God, if Daddy was really horny, what better way for him to get his rocks off? Obviously, sweet, sturdy, virginal Micaela wouldn't do it. And Patty was too young to know what sex was all about. That left her, Gabby, to solve the problem. The thought made her guts boil with horniness.
'Let's get out of here,' Kerry suggested, as if reading her mind.
Quickly, they rinsed off the soap, then toweled each other dry. Kerry led the way. The tight cheeks of his muscular ass flexed smoothly with each step. Once in his room, he switched on the record player. Gabby lay down on his bed and slid over to make room for him.
For a long time, he just stood over her, his eyes sweeping up and down her slender body. His eyes touched her gentle, firm breasts, her trim belly, the delicate strawberry of her muff and the lithe length of her legs. Gabby loved his admiration, and feasted her eyes on his jutting phallus. Reaching out, she delicately brushed it with her fingertips. It bobbed heavily as she stroked its underside.
The bed sagged as he eased down onto it. He had his head toward her crotch. She clutched at the handle of his pecker, and guided it toward her mouth.
For a long time, they barely moved. She toyed delicately with the rubbery head of his phallus. She parted the smirking slit, made it gape like a little fish mouth. It was all shining and wet inside. She felt him parting her cunt lips, felt cool air drying her overheated juices.
'Beautiful,' he sighed. His breath was warm on her twat.
'Yummy,' Gabby murmured. Her tongue flicked out, tasted his salty seepings. Her guts were being wracked by a series of shudders. It felt like all the muscles in her groin were being wound tighter and tighter. Her chest was tense, which made it hard to breathe.
Leaning forward, she gently mouthed Kerry's phallus. Her own thighs were spread wide, and Kerry had pillowed his head on the inside of one. The tip of his tongue touched the entrance to her vagina. She felt him go deeper into her hole, spreading her folds. His face nuzzled into her pussy.
The invasion and the pressure made her pussy weep with excitement. It felt like the walls of her cunt were breaking down, letting all her body fluids loose. She felt his mouth working against hex pulpy folds as he sucked down her flood.
Dragging on one of his legs, Gabby pushed his thigh under her ear. She was extremely conscious of the living heat and satin softness of his flesh against her cheek. She licked down his phallus toward his balls. Gently, she mouthed the heavy eggs. She ignored the few fine hairs that tickled her tongue.
Kerry was sweeping his tongue the length of her gash in long strokes. First he'd strike her clit, sending a high voltage jolt through her. Then he'd rasp past her pee hole and drive into her vagina for just a moment. He'd finish by sweeping the little ridge between pussy and asshole. Gabby felt like her guts were turning into one monster sex cramp from the endless stimulation. Her tits were so distended and hard, they felt like they were going to burst. Her thighs opened and closed on Kerry's head as he lapped at her gashing slit.
The slithery wet stroking of his tongue near her asshole gave her an idea. Leaving his balls to sag sideways against his thigh, she pushed her head farther back between his legs. She smelled sweat, and something else which she refused to put a name to.
For a moment she studied it. It was a crater, a puckered crater. It looked like a flower waiting to open. It was a dusky rose shade, and contrasted with the pale flesh around it. It nestled defensively in the deep crevice between his firm ass cheeks.
His tongue stroked her bung, and her innards folded up, drawing her into a tight curve. She pushed her head farther back between his slim legs. She shoved her crotch at his face as her belly wrinkled. Her stomach had a tight, sour feel to it. Kerry's tongue touched her asshole like a burning worm. It squirmed and probed and wriggled and dug. For a moment, she thought of how an earthworm burrows back into safety with a determined driving motion.
She dug her own tongue at Kerry's bung and felt her own tail hole slowly wedge open and let his burning probe slither in. Her stomach heaved convulsively, then was knotted into motionlessness by her incredible excitement. It was like everything inside her skin was filled with crawling fire.
She made her tongue as pointy as possible, and pushed, driving it into the puckery opening of his shitter. The rubbery ring yielded reluctantly, pinching the wriggly invader. Her face slick with sweat, her crotch dripping with cum and spit and sweat, she drilled her tongue into Kerry's dirt road.
There on the bed, sun drenching their slender, smooth, graceful bodies, the two teenagers violated each other's assholes with their tongues. Lying head to crotch, legs spasming against ears as their horniness grew and grew, they dug deep into each other's anuses. The music from the record player, a lilting excerpt from Tchaikovsky, was syncopated by the sucking, slurping sounds of the tail-eating.
Gabby was getting close to cumming and didn't want it this way. She wanted that monster phallus stretching her twat. With a groan of reluctance, she extracted her tongue from its greasy socket. Kerry's tongue stroked her ass, leaving a chill stripe of drying spit. She hauled herself away from him. She pushed him, rolled him onto his back.
Quivering, shuddering, her muscles on the verge of not obeying her, she struggled to straddle him so her back was toward him. Reaching down between her thighs, below her dripping twat, she found his mammoth dork and raised its head. Peering down, she saw the knob nuzzle into her curls, felt it touch her steaming slit. A delicate wiggle of the shaft, and the tip burrowed into her hole.
As Kerry curled his strong, slender fingers around her trim waist, Gabby eased down on his cock. The tip pried her open, bit by bit, until she felt the gate to her vagina stretching thinner and thinner from the enormous bulk. She was making little choking noises deep in her throat as the stinging, stretching feeling grew.
She felt his dick going deeper. She was getting it! She had taken the part with the largest diameter, and now she was getting the length. It augured slowly up into her clutching tunnel, stretching the folds and creases out until every square millimeter of her vaginal walls was hugging his dong. Her guts were hot and soft now. They had been waiting for this final, ultimate experience.
Reaching down, she fondled his heavy testicles and eased farther and farther onto his pecker. Kerry spread his thighs so she could tickle the foundations of his phallus. His hands toyed with her ass cheeks as she forced his prick deeper and deeper.
She felt the head of his cock touch bottom in her. It was like it had pressed up on her diaphragm. The air gusted from her lungs in a hot whoosh. Every muscle in her gut coiled tight as her innards were compressed by his towering piston. She felt as if she was being split right up the middle by the huge tower in her cunt.
