David Crane: I saw Mommy kissing…

"Oh, Johnny – my cunt is creaming for your sweet prick. I need to have my pussy stuffed full of hot cockmeat."

Johnny was panting as he heard those words.

And what about me? thought the frustrated girl in the bedroom. What about my mouth and my cunt?

She was so desperate that she was tempted to rush out and confront them, furious and betrayed, demanding at least a share of the boy's potent prick – even threatening to tell her father about the adultery, if they denied her some cock.

But she did not quite have the courage to do that.

She waited, thinking that she would let them get at it, and then sneak down and watch through the keyhole while they fucked.

But that would only make it worse.

She wasn't sure that she could bear watching them fuck, when her own cunt was empty, her mouth devoid of prick.

Where could she get some cock?

Suddenly, she remembered Marion Honeycut.

Did she dare? Maybe.

She felt certain that Marion would be more than willing to suck her cunt. She wasn't sure if she wanted to suck Marion's cunt, as well, but the idea was not without attraction. Then, too, Marion had said that she had a cockshaped vibrator. It wouldn't be as good as a real prick – but it would be better than nothing, better than her own hands. If Marion would let her borrow it – or, better yet, if Marion would use it on her, maybe alternating between the vibrator and some tonguefucking.

Joanne was feeling bold and determined.

All of her shyness had faded away now, melted in the heat of her need, driven out by the sight of her mother and Marion sucking cunt, and her mother sucking Johnny.

Joanne felt that Marion, who had her own faults – or blessings – could hardly act shocked or surprised or unwilling; once she told her that she had been watching. Why, she could even blackmail the woman, if she had to, threatening to tell everyone that she was a cunt-sucker. That thought caused Joanne to grin impishly.

She could just imagine it: If you don't suck my cunt, Marion, I'm going to tell my father about you and Mom!

But she didn't really think that such blackmail would be necessary, not with cunt hungry Marion.

Joanne dressed quickly.

She put on a T-shirt without bothering with a bra, and she put on a short skirt without wearing any panties.

She left her room and tiptoed down the hall.

She paused to look through the keyhole.

Mother and Johnny Watson were already fucking.

Joanne was tempted to watch for a while, to linger until he had shot his wad at least once, but her cunt was so hot that she simply had to get on with her plan. She watched a few juicy fuck-strokes. Then she moved on and went downstairs and out the back door, heading across the lawn to Marion's house.

Marion was surprised to see Joanne at the door.

She figured that Catherine must have sent the girl over with some sort of message, but then she saw that Joanne was distressed. Joanne looked very strange, excited and disappointed at the same time.

"Yes?" Marion asked.

"Could I talk to you, Marion?"

"Why, of course," Marion said, wondering what on earth the teenaged neighbor girl could have to discuss with her. She asked Joanne in.

As Joanne moved past her, Marion could not help but notice her lovely curves and her cute ass. Marion had not realized how grown up Joanne had become in the last year. Maybe that was what she wanted to talk about. Maybe she had problems with a boy, problems she was too embarrassed to talk about with her mother.

"Can I get you something? Lemonade or Coke?" Marion asked, when Joanne was seated.

"No, thank you," Joanne said.

She felt indignant at being offered such childish drinks. Did Marion think she was still just a kid? Well, Marion was going to find out differently, very soon. Lemonade, indeed!

"What did you want to talk about, honey?" Marion asked, sitting down opposite Joanne.

"I need your advice."

"Something you can't ask your mother, is it?"

"Boy, I sure can't ask my mother!"

Joanne laughed after she had said that.

"It's a problem that my mother has caused. In fact, she's in the process of causing it this very moment."

Marion was confused by this.

She said, "Well, if I can advise you, honey…" but she sounded doubtful.

She guessed it was just some minor irritation. Maybe Catherine refused to let Joanne stay out after midnight or something like that.

"Mom is fucking my boyfriend," Joanne stated bluntly.

Marion's jaw dropped.

"What!"

Joanne nodded, smiling ruefully. "She didn't know I was home… err, that I had come home. And when my boyfriend stopped by, she took him in the living room and talked to him for a while and then – she sucked his prick! She sucked him and let him shoot in her mouth!" Joanne considered it for a few moments. "And she swallowed it, too!"

Marion didn't know what to say.

"How old is he?" she asked, for want of a better question.

"About my age."

Oh! Lucky Catherine! Marion thought. It's too bad she didn't invite me over to join them!

"I think he was a virgin, too," Joanne added.

Lucky, lucky Catherine!

Marion loved to drink virgin boy-cum herself. She was feeling envious and jealous – doubly so, since she also liked to gobble Catherine's cunt. She felt left out.

"Are you a virgin, Joanne?"

"Yes – but I don't want to be," Joanne said.

Marion looked at her. The girl was really sexy, she thought. Catherine had been sucking on a virgin prick and, naturally, Marion began to wonder what it would be like to suck a virgin pussy. But she didn't for a moment suppose that the girl would be interested in that.

"So, after she sucked him off, she took him up to the bedroom. She's fucking him now, in Daddy's bed."

"How naughty of her!" Marion said.

"She's going to empty his balls and there won't be a single drop left for me – and I did so much want some cum today."

"I-I…" Marion stammered. Although bold enough, herself, she was flustered by the directness of this teenager. "I don't know what to tell you. If you wanted advice – or did you just want someone to talk to?"

"I want…" Joanne began, and paused.

She leaned back farther. The hem lifted higher and Marion couldn't help herself. She had to look.

Marion blinked when she saw that the girl was not wearing any underwear. Her juicy cunt was bare, in the shadow of her lifted skin. Marion stared at her cunt for a moment. When she looked up, Joanne was smiling. But Marion still didn't get the idea. She guessed that Joanne was without panties because she had intended to go out with her boyfriend and get fucked, that she didn't realize she was putting her pussy on display.

"I didn't come home – I was home," Joanne said.

"What? I don't understand?"

"I've been home all morning."

"You-you mean – when I…?" Joanne nodded.

Marion blushed deeply.

"I saw you and Mom sucking each other off," the teenager said.

"Oh! Oh no! You must have been terribly shocked!"

"Oh, no – but it did make me horny," said Joanne.

Marion, flustered and embarrassed, still failed to realize what the girl was hinting at.

"I hope you don't get the wrong idea, don't think that your mother and I are lesbians or anything. It was just a little fun, just fooling around…"

"A little fun? It looked like a lot of fun to me!" Joanne told her, smiling again, leaning back, skirt raised on her crossed thigh. "A whole lot of fun, Marion."

Marion could hardly fail to get the idea, then.

She stared at Joanne's face Joanne stared back.

She lowered her gaze to Joanne's crotch. Joanne made no attempt to cover herself.

Marion looked at those smooth thighs and at the sweet, creamy pussy gash between them, and her mouth began to water. She had thought she'd had enough cunt-sucking for one day and had been hoping for prick, but how could she fail to be inspired by this virgin teenager's lewdly exposed pussy?