Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

Ralph began to thrust with more authority. The thrills shot through her again.

She fought to hold back her natural responses. It made her angry that her body was trying to betray her. She did not want to enjoy this, not by any stretch of the imagination, but as he speared into her cunt the exciting warmth spread over her belly. "Can you feel it, Wendy?" said Ralph, his brow speckled with beads of sweat. "Can you feel how my prick loves your sweet pussy?"

"No," she lied.

But when he withdrew and held his prick steady, with only his cock buried in her, she rose to engulf the portion of his cock that had escaped her pussy.

Obliging her action, he rammed himself forward, slamming her ass into the bed, driving himself into her so that she felt the crash of his belly into her hairy cunt mound.

"Can you feel it now?" he asked again.

She bit the back of her hand. Yes indeed, she could most certainly feel it.

"Too bad. Well, I'm going to fuck you. If you get to where you can feel it, you let me know."

He lowered his chest to her, flattening her tits then he began to pour on the coals as he fucked her clasping cunt. His strokes were long and hard, and when he backed himself out of her so that perhaps only an inch of his flaming cockmeat was left in her, his ass quivered with the power of his thrusts as he pounded himself back into her pussy.

She could taste the blood of her hand as she fought to hold back her cries of ecstasy. Her body was rapidly melting her resolve not to respond to Ralph's fuck. She released her hand and screamed out her joy.

"I can feel it. It's so good! Yes, fuck me, I want you to fuck the shit out of me!"

Her lips glistened with drops of blood.

Ralph laughed, and she hated him for it. Yet she clutched his heaving back, pulling him to her, anxious that he not stop shoving the thrilling cock to her.

Having managed to conquer her, to make her admit that she was enjoying being fucked by him, Ralph quit holding back, on his balls, and let them build to the final release point. Within seconds he was shooting his sperm into her glove like pussy, her cunt accepting his deposit of scalding semen.

Wendy wailed as she felt him coming. She had fought off her own part in the fuck, and now that he was emptying his cum into her, she knew that she was not going to make it.

She hunched furiously against his shrinking cock shaft but to no avail. With his prick withering, there was not enough friction to toss her across the finish line.

Ralph lay spent atop her, chest heaving. Wendy fought back her tears. She had been such a fool. Because of that she was left unfulfilled, her clit throbbing fiercely, almost angrily at her.

"Wendy, I know that you didn't make it, but if you turn on to the two of us, we're going to take you for the greatest ride you've ever had!"

Wendy hoped so. She still felt guilty, but she wanted to be thrilled.

And Ralph had said that two cocks were better than one.

She was willing to find out.

Ralph withdrew his limp cock and crawled off the bed. Wendy stripped one of the pillowcases from the bed and held it between her legs, holding in the cum as she got up from the bed. She stared across at Ron, whose prick was thrusting stiffly from above his huge balls.

"We'd like to tongue your cunt now, Wendy, but I don't like sloppy cunts when I eat pussy. Would it bother you too much to take a bath? I'd like you clean and fresh when I lick your cunt."

Wendy was glad to oblige them. She felt dirty.

"I don't mind. In fact I'd rather do that. It would renew me. I'm having a hard time adjusting to the two of you. I've only fucked with one man at a time before."

She walked toward the bathroom, and Ron followed her. He wet two washcloths and passed one of them to his father who remained in the bedroom. Then while Wendy was adjusting the water in the bathtub, he began scrubbing the dried fuckjuice from his stiff cock.

Wendy watched him wash his prick and balls. Her cuntjuice was on that rigid rod being carefully cleaned now by Ron's scrubbing, just as part of his fuckjuice and his father's still was in her.

His proud prick glistened wetly as he finished his wiping.

Wendy eased herself into the water. It was warm, and soothing, seeping into her cunt, lapping softly al she moved her legs. She lathered herself vigorously, especially her cunt, and the hairs were foaming white, little ivory curls nestling between her legs.

Ron watched her, his eyes devouring her even though sitting in a bathtub was not Wendy's idea of an erotic position.

"You're beautiful, but I've said that. Yet those words keep coming to my mind."

How could she explain her feelings toward him?

"I'm frightened of you, Ron. I don't know why."

"Because of what happened. Because of my father."

"Partially. Why did you do that?"

"I don't know. It's a turn-on. We've been doing it for years. He helped initiate me into the pleasures of fucking when I was just a teenager. We both fucked some older woman he had picked up in a bar. For a long time, he would make the score, and I would come in for the seconds. Later, it sort of turned around. I'd pick up girls, and then we'd share them."

He feasted on the sight of her body. His eyes warmed her.

"Would you like to wash my back?"

"Sure," he said eagerly, moving to take the soapy cloth from her hand. He rubbed in large circular motions, then dissatisfied with the cloth, lathered his hands and used his fingers.

"Your father's quite a lover," she stated.

"Better than me?"

She thought about it for a few seconds.

"Not better. Different. Rougher. But you're more passionate. I can feel as if I'm more than a cunt to you."

He turned his attention to her front, letting his hands caress her belly, the palms slick with the soap. His fingers circled her nipples, brought them back to life.

"Yeah, I feel sort of funny when I'm around you. I lose control of myself. When you stripped for me, it was magic. I was like a quivering mass of jelly."

"I'm beginning to feel that way right now," breathed Wendy. "Your fingers feel so good on my titties. Why don't you rinse me off now?"

He cupped the water and let it slide over her body, the lather fleeing toward the basin as he let the liquid cascade over her.

Then he stopped and stared into her eyes.

"I've got to admit one thing to you, Wendy."

"What's that?"

"I was jealous of my old man when he was fucking you. I've never felt that way with the other girls we've doubled with. And I'm going to prove I'm a better lover than he is."

Wendy kissed him lightly.

"I already think that. But I'll be glad for you to try. It'll only make me enjoy you even more."

She rose from the tub, and he toweled her dry.

"Do you hate me, Wendy? For what I've gotten you into."

Did she? She could very easily do that. Yet she didn't. She knew that now.

"No," she said. Something vague prevented her from hating him, and she did not understand it fully.

She did not even understand herself sometimes. She wanted to be fucked again by his father. Was she depraved because of that compelling desire? Were her desires normal?

They had been standing very close to one another each locked in their own silent thoughts, when Wendy spied Ralph standing in the doorway. His cock was up again, and he was eyeing her with renewed lust. For some reason it thrilled her to know that a man wanted her as much as he did.

These men would eat her, fuck her, be sucked off by her, but it was going to be of her own free will.

"You two going to take all day?"

"I'm ready, Mr. Sebastian." She touched Ron's cheek to let him know it was all right. He nodded, aware now of her total commitment to making the two of them happy.