Thomas Benton - Daddy's own sweets

Her pelvis began rocking and twisting as he pounded his cock up into her slender body. She was whimpering in time with the jolting blows of his hips against her. Her small breasts twitched, at each impact of her body against his. The head of his cock slammed against the end of her vagina with every stroke. “Again-again-again-I'm coming-again,” Judy moaned. “Oh, Mommy, I'm coming again. Awwww!” As she wailed, Harry felt her vagina spasming around his cock. The first thick blast of his semen erupted explosively from his phallus and burst against the end of her tunnel. He heaved his hips up until he had her balanced on him. His phallus bored deep into her fountaining pussy, he unloaded his sperm into her. His toes curled and his buttocks clenched as he spasmed thick goo into her. She sat on top of him as if she had been turned to stone. The hot blush of an orgasm showed through her tan as she balanced on his cock. His balls squeezed dry and gave one last aching clench before sagging into drained limpness. His hips sank back to the towel and Judy slumped down on top of him again. They lay in a heap in the sun as his penis slowly lost its bulk and strength and shrank inside her. Her vagina contracted in a series of pulsations as he decreased in size and stopped stretching her so brutally. “Oohhh, thank you, Mr.

Chambers,” Judy sighed. “Thank you so much.” “My pleasure,” Harry replied truthfully. What the hell should you say after screwing a fifteen-year-old girl while her mother cheered you on? Judy was months younger than Jan. As Harry thought of Jan, he felt a shiver go through his penis. That's all it took-just the thought of her in that tiny bikini she had worn to the beach. He was still thinking of Jan an hour later as he drove home. If Judy Patterson, at her age, knew what she did, what did Jan, who was older, know? He thought, too, of the incredible loving closeness of the Patterson family, the unbelievable sharing. It contrasted dramatically with Jan and himself.

Since Sarah had died, and even before that, they had just shared a house. He had no idea what Jan knew, or what she did on her dates, or anything. It was, he thought, something that had better change, before Jan came to some sort of grief. She was all he had left. He wasn't about to go as far as the Pattersons did, of course. But, at least he could talk with Jan and do things with her. Maybe a trip to the beach would be fun…

Thomas Benton

Daddy's Own Sweets

Jan knew they were watching again. She could feel their eyes on her as she moved around her small bedroom. She wondered just how much they could see across the fifty or sixty feet separating her bedroom from Danny's. There were three of them, and they had only one pair of binoculars among them. It shuttled back and forth below the not quite drawn Venetian blind, pausing at each side and the middle.

She didn't think they had ever seen very much of her. Just enough to get their young penises jerking and throbbing and their minds working. And, perhaps, their hands on their little pricks, too. She wondered if the sight of her moving around in her bra and panties had been enough to get them to jack off. The first time they had spied on her, to her knowledge, had been about a month ago. It had been hot. Safely behind her closed door, she had been puttering around in just her underwear. If she had known anyone was home across the way, she would have had her shade down. Her first warning that someone was spying on her was a chance reflection off one lens of the binoculars. There had only been one of them then. Danny Foster. The next time, a week later, his friends had been there, too. She hadn't minded them seeing her in her underwear. If they got their jollies that way, so what? But she hadn't let them see any more than that. But things had chanced since then. Mary Kay had warned her that, having had intercourse once, she wasn't going to settle for just petting. But it was worse than that. Now that she knew how to scratch that damned intolerable itch way down in her guts, she wanted to do it all the time. And, the fact that three horny boys were watching her, each with a hard cock between his legs, was hard to ignore. So, today she was going to give them a show they hadn't bargained on. And, if they had the guts, she was going to give them something they would never forget. She was still fully dressed. Her heart beating very quickly, her chest aching, she picked up the hand lettered sign she had made. She moved over to the window and held the sign so that they could see it. She saw the binoculars at the center of the window.

They stayed there for a long time, then dropped sharply. She started to lower the sign, but the glasses reappeared to one side, so she raised it again. One of the other boys was checking out the report.

She braced the sign on the window sill so it wouldn't shake. The glasses disappeared again, and the waited for a long, aching minute.

Then the blind shuttered open, then closed again, and she quickly slipped the sign into the bottom of her underwear drawer. Two minutes later she was opening the back door and letting the three of them into the kitchen. She recognized the two boys with Danny, though she didn't know their names. One of them had bushy red hair, the other's was straight and blond, even lighter than hers. Danny had shaggy brown hair. All of them were dressed in blue jeans and tee shirts. “How'd you know we were watching?” Danny asked suspiciously. “The binoculars caught the sun one day. I've known for weeks.” “See, I told you we shoulda stayed farther back,” the redhead grumbled. “How come you didn't do anything until today?”

Danny asked. “Girls like being watched,” she informed him.

“What's the treat you promised us?” the blond boy asked nervously. “Come on in the living room,” Jan answered, leading the way. “You wanted to see? Well, you'll see, you'll see.” “See what?” Danny asked cautiously as they filed into the living room behind her. The curtains were all drawn, the way they had been ever since her mother had died. “That is, unless you're chicken!” Jan taunted. Her statement was greeted by a chorus of violent denials.

She thought of extracting a vow of silence from them, but rejected the idea as impractical. In one afternoon, she was going to kiss her good reputation good-by. But then, why have a reputation for what she no longer was? “Sit down over there,” she ordered, indicating the couch. She was aching with excitement as she turned her back on them and strolled over to the opposite side of the small living room. She wondered what her father would do if he found out about this. She didn't care. If he wanted to hide in a closet for the rest of his life, that was his business. But she had a lot of life ahead of her, and her mother's death wasn't going to make her hide in a hole. Turning to face the three boys, she shivered nervously and began unbuttoning her sleeveless blouse. She let it slide down her arms and off. She felt cool air on her bare midriff. Her nipples jabbed impatiently against the inside of her bra. She unfastened her skirt and let it drop around her feet. She was suddenly conscious of how brief and flimsy her underwear was. Probably it covered a greater amount of skin than her bikini did. But somehow, being made of flimsy lace, her bra and panties were much sexier and naked feeling than her suit was. The boys were all breathing very hard. She let her gaze skip over their laps. There was a knot in every pair of pants, all three of them. The way their eyes were glued to her gave her a feeling of power. Her heart was hammering. “When I get naked, will you guys get naked?” she asked. Danny nodded tensely.

The red-haired boy was slower to respond, but finally nodded affirmatively. Jan looked at the blond expectantly. “Yeah,” he whispered. He was pale and rigid with fear. Jan strolled over to the sofa and turned her back on Danny. “Unhook my bra,” she ordered.