Thomas Benton - Daddy's own sweets

“Awwwww, Mike,” she wailed. Mike was beyond hearing or caring. He began to piston his cock in her clinging, tight cylinder.

He raped his cock in and out of her tunnel until his balls erupted and blasted sperm deep into her virginal cunt, her vagina spasmed mindlessly around his tower as she took his gummy load. She wasn't really coming, it wasn't quite an orgasm, but it felt so fabulous that it didn't really matter. In a few bright, glittering seconds she had gone from being a girl to being a woman. She had a pulsing prick sunk deep in her body. Sperm was spattering the end of her cunt. A man was crushing her into the sand. As the pleasure faded, leaving her aching and panting, she clung to Mike. Tears burned in her eyes and streaked her cheeks. Her mangled ribs shuddered as she bit back her sobs, refusing to play the part of the violated virgin. “Looks like she's joined the club,” Sammy noted. He and Mary Kay had finished. He was sitting up. His cock, limp and drained, drooped over his balls. “Go easy on her, Sammy, she's just a kid,” Mary Kay cautioned. “N-not any more, I'm not,” Jan retorted. Mike's blue eyes were clouded with concern and guilt. He looked down at her, at where his drained phallus was slipping out of her ravished vagina.

“Are you all right?” he asked, seeing her tears. “All right?”

Jan's voice felt brittle. “I'm fine. I'm wonderful. I was good, wasn't I?” She felt almost hysterical. “You were great,” Mike assured her. “Are you sorry?” “Sorry? Why should I be sorry?” She fought for control. “It came a bit sooner than I expected was all. Who wants to be a virgin these days? Poopy old virgins.” She wondered what her mother thought as she looked down on her daughter's education. She and Mom had never talked much about sex. It had been an uncomfortable topic and they had both avoided it. The locket resting on her chest was suddenly very heavy. It contained a picture of her mother.

Mary Kay and Sammy were twining intimately together now. She was still holding his prick. It was fully erect again. He had transferred his hand from Mary Kay's lush breast to her pussy. She had spread her legs, and Sammy's finger was pumping in and out of her black bush.

Jan's crotch began to itch hungrily just from watching. Lying on her back, the sun beating down on her nude body, she slipped her hand down and began to stimulate herself without really thinking about it.

As she curled her finger into her slit, faint golden wisps of pubic hair brushed her hand. Her crotch was in full view. Her whole body was wantonly exposed, but what did it matter? Mary Kay and Sammy were going to do it again. Jan was going to watch. So was Mike. And then they would do it again. Sammy was lying on his back now and Mary Kay was leaning against him. One leg was stretched straight out on the sand. The other was bent. Her knee was high in the air, making her crotch gape wide open. He was taking full advantage of her exposed position. He was thrusting his longest finger deep into Mary Kay's glistening folds, finger-fucking her slippery vagina. Drawing his slick, wet finger out of her cunt, he moved his hand upward and found her long, protuberant clitoris and rolled it back and forth.

“Yeah,” Mary Kay sighed. “Oh, yeah!” She squeezed Sammy's rigid phallus, then began sliding her head down his torso. She kept her eyes on the prick in her hand. She licked her lips, then puckered her mouth eagerly as her cheek pressed against Sammy's navel. She slid her head lower and lower on his belly and squirmed awkwardly on the sand so as not to dislodge the hand on her pussy. Jan's tongue played nervously along her upper lip. She wondered if Mary Kay was going to take Sammy's cock in her mouth. The thought made her guts boil with excitement. Mike's big hand was cupping one of her shy, gentle breasts. She was on her back, her hand turned so she could watch Sammy and Mary Kay. Blindly, she reached over and gripped Mike's half-hard prick. Mary Kay's lips touched the purple glans of Sammy's cock, and Jan felt her stomach knot. Mary Kay's cheeks drew in as she sucked on Sammy's come-encrusted phallus. Her fingers played on the exposed portion of Sammy's prick as if it were a flute-a “skin-flute,” Jan thought absently. Mary Kay played the skin-flute skillfully.

Sammy's hips were stirring and shifting restlessly on the sand. Her mouth pumped on his cock, while her fingers caressed the base of it, then fondled his balls tenderly. Jan was fascinated by how the egg-shaped masses shifted and rolled in the dark, wrinkled bag containing them. “Gettin' an eyeful?” Sammy teased Jan. Jan blushed. “Don't pay any attention to him,” Mike murmured, his breath warm in her ear. “He's always been an exhibitionist at heart.”

Sammy cupped his hand on the back of Mary Kay's head, pushing down as his hips lifted, forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth. She broke away and squirmed to a more conventional position.

She was still holding his prick in her hand. The knob, purple and swollen, gleamed with spit. “Oh, no,” Mary Kay told Sammy.

“That's not the way we do it this time. It's time for woman's lib, not woman's lip.” Dislodging Sammy's hand from her crotch, she straddled his slender, wiry hips. Jan bit her lip with excitement. She could see everything. She could see Sammy's slender phallus, still gripped in Mary Kay's short fingers. Jan could see Mary Kay's pussy.

The inner lips were engorged and ready. Mary Kay's big breasts quivered with excitement. As she towered over him, Sammy's hand clamped down on the round mounds, mashing and squeezing them.

Mary Kay aimed Sammy's lean prick up into her dark nest. She lowered herself on it and drove it up into her body. Jan watched Sammy's cock slowly disappear into Mary Kay's cunt. Jan's own vagina began oozing as she watched, fascinated. Jan spread her thighs wider, inviting Mike to probe her deflowered pussy. He eased a second finger into her tight vagina, dilating her in preparation for another fucking. Well, he'd get his chance. But right now, Jan wanted to watch Mary Kay and Sammy. She had a lot to learn. Mary Kay had half of Sammy's cock in her. His prick was a shining white column, connecting the soft, sexily rounded girl with him like they were Siamese twins.

Bit by bit the column shortened, the skin wrinkling visibly from the downward thrust. The distance between Mary Kay's thick black bush and Sammy's dark brown one decreased steadily. Then the longest curls of his pubic hair were mingling with Mary Kay's. The pale cylinder of his cock gleamed through the kinky twists, then vanished. Mary Kay was settled firmly on him. “Aw! That is so fucking good,” she sighed.

Sammy said nothing. His face shining with sweat, he caressed Mary Kay's heavy breasts. He thumbed her nipples making the eraserlike buds jump around. Her areolae thrust her tits outward, begged him to give them still more attention. Sammy's fingers sank into the soft, fleshy mounds and he squeezed them hard. His cock engulfed by Mary Kay's hot, wet, clinging cunt, he pinched and rolled her jutting nipples.

Mary Kay had her hands on her rounded hips. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the cock in her guts, the hands on her tits.

She lifted, easing the cock out of her, then dropped, ramming it back up into her guts. Jan's attention was riveted on the exhibitionistic screwing. Her lust was stirred by the sight of a cock coming out of Mary Kay's vagina, then vanishing back into it. Jan could see Mary Kay's tissues being tugged out and then pushed back in by Sammy's prick. Jan could see where Sammy's column wedged Mary Kay's labia open. She could see Mary Kay's tits roll around in Sammy's hands. Jan's body was ablaze with lust as she watched Mary Kay spit herself on Sammy's thrusting organ. “Too hairy,” Mike muttered, breaking Jan's concentration. “Huh?” “Mary Kay's too hairy for my taste,” Mike explained. “I'm like a little girl,” Jan said glumly, ignoring the fact that chronologically she wasn't much beyond childhood. “I like you that way,” Mike assured her, cupping his hand over her sex and squeezing her mons and labia warmly, compressing all her tissues, putting a delightful sensuous pressure on her clitoris. Jan was concentrating on Mary Kay's coupling with Sammy. “You're not very hairy, either,” she observed absently.