Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

"Ooooohhhh," Vern said in a tone of indifference, "talk, maybe. We got nothin' to do and… How about talking in your place."

Nothing to do, Norma's eyes squinted behind the dark glasses, but get me down and on top of me and squirt off your young pricks in between my thighs.

"You kids better go," she said decisively, yet not as convincingly as she knew she should be.

A chill lanced through her, replaced by a warm flush that seemed to emanate from between her tense thighs. She knew she should retreat into safety as Vern Myles swaggered toward her, but she seemed frozen to the floor just a few feet from the concealing curtain of her apartment.

"Vern," she gasped in a hushed exhaling of breath as he reached clumsily, amateurishly to squeeze her left tit, let his hand glide down over her belly that was in sudden turmoil. She flinched when his hand rubbed over her backside, fingers pinching at the taut rubberiness of an ass cheek.

"You boys better get out of here," she stammered, gaze swinging in alarm as Phil advanced and felt a firm tit, timidly at first, then in growing confidence.

Jesus, Norma breathed shallowly, they planned this; both of them have hard-ons already. "Scram, you two," she wheezed. She moved backward toward the curtain, would have edged around the counter, but was blocked by Phil Hagerman whose finger and thumb found a nipple and tweaked it sharply, sending a needling sensation racing down through her belly, into her dry pussy.

"What do you think you're going to do?" Norma panted, trying to brush away a hand that was unbuttoning the bodice of her dress. "Quit!" she gasped, looking down at her heaving breasts, the crowns milky and smooth as they bulged above the cups of her bra.

"Nah," Vern grunted, giving her a push and Norma stumbled back to the curtains. "Get in the back, Mizz Paterson. "You know-back in the bedroom." Another little push in her mid-section propelled her through the curtain into her living room.

She was unprepared for Vern's embrace, crushing his bony chest against the hillocks of her bosom, and his frantic, feverish kiss. Phil was behind her, his hands lifting her dresstail up high so he could feel the taut loaves of her ass. His hands were like fire through the sheerness of her panties.

"I could tell you-about that day of the picnic," Vern breathed against her intrepid, nervous lips. "I haven't-yet. But I could," he murmured, "if you don't let us."

Norma was aware of a sinking feeling of helplessness, of dread. Her head hung slack, chin against her breastbone, as she was led by each arm toward her bedroom. What could she do? Would Vern really tell? Could she risk his challenge as a bluff? My God! she thought miserably, standing unmoving as the two boys stripped her naked, almost tearing away her dress.

She heard a tearing sound as one of them struggled with the three hooks of her bra. Then her big titties spilled free and eager hands were mauling them all over her chest.

The elastic in the hem of her half-slip was stretched to its limit before the frail garment was dragged down to her feet. She trembled as her ass was patted and a hand scooped between her thighs to palm the meatiness of her cuntal lips.

Half-hobbled by clothing around her ankles, she was shoved toward the bed, sprawling across it. Her panties were peeled off over the rounded voluptuousness of her big ass and she was finally naked. With her head twisted to one side, she watched the two eager youths quickly tear off their clothing, their hard, young pricks springing to attention, balls uptight in their scrotums.

"You wanta fuck her first, or me?" Vern wheezed. "I mean, in her twat or her mouth? You can have her cunt and I'll shove my cock in her mouth. She sucks prick real good and I like the way she gives a blow-job."

"Get her around on the bed and I'll hump her from the rear," Phil said huskily, a fever of lust in his voice.

"Uuuuuuhhhhh-unnnnnhhhhh," Norma snorted in surprise as a finger gored her snatch, driving in, pulling the inner leaves of her vulva into her cringing sex-hole.

"Get in the middle of the bed," Vern growled, spanking her hare bottom, stinging her tight skin.

Norma crawled, trying to dislodge the finger from her snatch, but Phil kept her twat spindled. She flattened out on the bed, but Vern slapped her ass again and she obediently drew her knees up until they nudged the plump globes of her boobies.

Her heart was hammering frantically as she lay on a cheek, looked back as Phil climbed after her, mounted her upturned butt. "Sink your cock in her pussy, then I'll get at her head," Vern commanded.

Norma blinked repeatedly, feeling the inept kid probing at her with the hot head of his sticky, drippy prick. Not the asshole, not right now, she prayed silently as the bulging knob of his cock punched at her anus, then slid down into the velvety folds of her vulva.

She tensed, back bowed upward as he nudged at her with the bulb of his prick. Fire flashed along her channel as he prodded at her entry and the head of his cock popped inside her.

Her back caved in for a minute, then straightened when he hunched and plowed several inches of prick up her cunt. "Jeeeessssssus!" she whined, legs weakening and trembling as he hugged her waist and he humped roughly, penetrating deeper and deeper.

"Iiiiieeeeeee!" Norma squalled impetuously, surprised her cunny should be so snug around the rampantly burrowing young cock. He banged at her twat and she hunched her ass back at his exploring prick, feeling the head bound past her cervix, going up her very deep. She could feel the slap-slap of his balls against her Venus mound, sending a wonderful tingle stinging into her swelling clitoris. Her bowels clenched and rumbled painfully as the cavity between her legs was stuffed full of vibrant, virile cock.

"Getcher head up!" Vern demanded, straddling before her on his knees.

Norma sniffed deeply, smelling the musky aroma of his lust-goaded prick. "Wait a minute," she gasped to Phil who had his belly flat against the hot cheeks of her ass.

She drew a deep, quivering breath and slowly struggled up, folding her arms under her and cupping a voluptuous breast in each palm. "Let me get up," she complained, when he hunched obscenely, pumping prick in and out of her several times.

When Vern clasped his hands to the sides of her head, she lifted her face and stared at the oozing slit in the bulbous head of his prick that was only inches from her nose. The fragrance was heady and enticing and she opened her mouth in tentative jerks until her jaws ached, ready to take his cock fucking into her mouth and down her gullet.

Vern thrust with his hips and his prick sloughed up beside her nose, dislodging her glasses. She was grateful that he picked them up and put them out of the way in the bookcase of the headboard.

The knob of Vern's cock dabbled all around her lips and she licked at it, trying to capture it so she could suck his delectable raw sex-meat. "Uuuuuugggggghlluuuuummmmm," she gurgled when he succeeded in aiming it and the tasty plum of fuck-flesh snocked into her mouth.

Norma's pussy warmed rapidly and exuded sticky lubricant that greased the glide of that fabulous young cock pumping into her ravenous snatch. "Sssssllllluuuuurrrrrrpppp," she sucked ravenously, voraciously as Vern began fucking her in the mouth.

The meaty squish of cock pistoning into her pussy and down her throat was the only sound in the dark room except for the coarse, harsh breathing of the three of the licentiously coupled threesome. Nor ma knew her jaws would ache for hours after they finished making her give them blowjobs. And the roof of her mouth and the curvature into her throat would be extremely tender.

But how she loved it! Her fingers bit into the pulpy melons of her bosom. The gash of her vulva, now O'ed around the prick plowing into her twat, was like a smoldering fire and the depths of her pussy was sucking and milking and caressing along the plunging fuck-shaft.