John Kellerman - The family threesome

"Your dad said you were something special," Roger drawled.

"But he hasn't seen me since I was a baby."

"Well, you must've been a special baby then." He tried to take his hand away from her thigh, but Sheri pulled it back again. He gave her a funny look, took a swallow of his drink.

"I don't mind if you touch me," she said, proud of her experience with Robby.

"I don't think your daddy would approve," Roger said. He had a funny look on his face.

"Oh. Yeah." Roger managed to slip his hand from her clutching fingers. She felt disappointed. He didn't think she had anything going for her when it came to being a woman. She bit her lip, determined to make him notice her femininity.

"Let's go for a ride!"

"I think I oughta be getting you home to your mother."

"I don't want to go home, I want to go for a ride." She pressed her slender body against Roger. Though it was pretty daring, she slipped a hand against his belly and hugged.

"You're a little high, I think."

"I'm used to being high." She giggled, wishing she could tell him about the grass she smoked. But Roger was probably too old-fashioned to understand. She let her hand fall against his thigh. "Take me for a ride."

They drove out into the country. It was still hours from sunset and the shadows sped across the long hood of the Lincoln. Sheri cuddled against Roger's warm side. He hooked an arm around her for a little while but took it back again so he could turn off onto a dirt road which led to a lake she knew about.

As soon as he'd stopped the car he got out. Sheri had hoped he might kiss her first. She'd sure given him plenty of opportunities. He lit a cigarette and sat on one fender. Sheri kicked off her shoes and bounced around on the grassy beach.

"Let's go swimming," she laughed.

"You go ahead."

"You gotta go too. Come on…" She started unbuttoning his shirt. Roger threw his cigarette down and peeled off his jeans. Sheri draped her dress on a bush by the water's edge. It made her blush to do it, but she skinned her panties too and tossed them on a branch too. Roger looked like he was blushing.

"Come on in," she giggled, splashing her feet, "the water's fine."

"Okay, okay."

Roger waded in until his shorts were damp. Sheri laughed at him again but when she saw the shape of his cock showing through the soaked cotton, she swallowed hard and felt a giddy rush of excitement cover her body.

They dog-paddled around, only their heads sticking out of the water. Sheri was more curious than ever about this stranger with the fancy car and gobs of money. She paddled up against him and threw her around his neck.

"Thanks a lot Roger. For everything." Then she kissed him on the mouth. At first he tried to pull away, but she clung all the harder. She let him know that she could kiss. Finally he let her tongue between his teeth. She felt him weaken, felt his arms slide up her naked body. Then she was pulled hard against him. The rigid spear of his cock bobbed up against her mound. She moaned and kissed him deeply.

"Sheri… damn."

"Ohhh Roger, that felt good." She floated there in his arms. Her nipples were rigid from the cold water. As she bobbed in the waves, the pink nubbins raked his hairy chest. She'd never seen so much hair. It felt sexy against her skin.

"We'd better get the hell out of here."

"Not yet," Sheri cooed. She had sneaked a hand down to where his underwear still clung. She knew the liquor had given her the courage to dig under the elastic band of his shorts. As her small fingers circled the huge shape, Roger grunted low in his throat.

"Ohhhhh," she breathed, "ohhhh gosh, I'm excited." She squeezed the warm cock. It was lot bigger than she'd expected. It was thicker than Uncle Robby's slender organ. And it was longer too! The head seemed to be covered by a protective skin. Roger had never been circumcised. She'd never seen an uncircumcised prick. Her curiosity fired her excitement all the more.

"You should take your underwear off," she said. "They're wet anyhow."

"I'm about to take you home, young lady. Unless you shape up pretty quick."

"I'm not that dumb," she giggled. "I know you like it. A man likes it when he's hard like you are." She pumped the loose skin up and down his cockshaft. The head bulged inside the taut covering that clung to its sensitive surface.

"Sheri… damn you!"

"It's fun fooling around in the water, isn't it?" She kissed his neck, brushed her small, hard tits against his chest. "I've never done anything in the water before."

"And you ain't now. Come on!" Roger started walking his way toward the shore. She let him drag her along, but never let go his cock for a second. Roger found bottom and stumbled ashore. "Let go, damn it." Sheri let go. She pouted at him, then twirled a wet hank of her blonde hair and brushed it back and forth on her neck.

"Aren't I pretty? Don't you think I'm…"

"It doesn't have anything to do with that." Roger in his shorts floating in the lake and grabbed his jeans with an exasperated sound. Sheri felt cheated. If she didn't make her move quick, the whole evening would be a mess.

She ran at Roger hard, hit him in the stomach with her shoulder. They went down in a heap. Giggling, she wriggled hot way onto his chest and kissed his mouth hard. She wondered what her willowy, young body must feel like to him. Surely it must be feeling good. Roger's cock was hard as a chunk of steel. And ho was having trouble breathing right.

"Ohhhh Roger, you've been so nice to me. I wanted to be nice back." She licked his lips, then opened her mouth wide and kissed him again. Below she could feel that hard, hot cock pushing in the plumpness of her tummy. She wiggled and squirmed and thrust her slim hips up and down as if she were fucking already. Roger gasped, then he caught her bottom in both his hands.

"Sheri…"

"Oh, doesn't it feel good?" She licked him like a cat. Her blonde hair hung down on either side of his face. The long grass tickled every time she moved.

Roger tried to get up. He rolled Sheri off of him and got to his hands and knees. But she tasted blood now. She knew he was weakening. She knew she could have him if she just tried hard enough. That powerful looking cock swung heavily under his belly. Sheri squirmed half under him and got a good hold on it. Its size made her tremble. With careful fingers she forced the skin back until the purple head glistened nakedly.

"SOOO big," she gasped, "so darn big."

"Sheri. This can't be…"

She kissed his belly, looked tremblingly at his cocktip. "But I'm no dummy. I know how to please a man." Before she could lose her courage, she pushed her lips around the exposed barb of Roger's cock. It was a terribly daring thing to do, but she felt that if she could excite that sensitive crown, she would have him. He would fall in love with her then. An older man… and she'd have him wound around her little finger. She had images of herself riding around town in his big, white car. Her lips sucked noisily at the flared ridge of his cock. Roger groaned like he was losing consciousness. Her tongue lashed the cockhead. Then she pulled her lips free and lay on her back beside him.

"Roger… Ohh Roger, do it to me now! Fuck me!" She worked her trim ass in slow circles, thighs spread to invite him between them. He looked at her for a moment, his breathing labored. Then he gave a moan and foil between her slender, pubescent legs.

"Oh… God forgive me!"

"Yes!" Sheri sighed, the breath pressed from her chest by the heavy man. He kissed her hungrily, kissed her even bettor than she'd been kissing him. She found herself caught in a storm of love. His hands were everywhere, touching. His fingers kneading her inexperienced flesh. His lips sucked powerfully at her breast. The nipple burned wonderfully as he nibbled and licked it.