Susan Carter - Father knows best

Brian's tongue returned to the young girl's seething pussy. The point used a soft, circular motion as it parted the drapes of her labia, tugging them strongly aside, but not harshly. He lapped the flat of his tongue against her vibrating little clitoris.

The girl shamelessly threw her hot cunt into the boy's face, washing his nose and mouth with her inner lips. Her body moved spasmodically as she felt his nose press into her clit, rubbing up and down as his tongue drank the heavy flow of oils now splashing from her tight interior. The taste of her made his pulsing penis throb all the more anxiously as it now swelled to its full length.

Brian wanted to slam his cock into her tight little ass right now, but that would break the spell created by his mouth. After she came this way, he would be able to pole her rectum.

Sweat broke out all over the boy as his tongue continued lapping into the young girl's steaming canal. He was intent on making her as tired as he had made her grandmother. His tongue licked into her fiery pussy as the cords in her thighs and neck began standing out.

Yes, he had her now.

Idrine felt the wild thrills tingle through every part of her youthful body. She didn't know what it was she felt, but she did know it was going to be good. It was going to be the most singularly wonderful thing she had ever felt. She had been right to give in to the yearnings of her body. The girl felt Brian's tongue work through her pussy like the mouth of a starving glutton. Her hands twisted the strands of his hair all the harder.

"Oooooooo!" she gasped. "Uhhhhhhhh… good… aggghhh… AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH… HAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH…"

There was a sound of a tornado blasting through Idrine's ears, and then her world was suddenly swept up into a violent maelstrom. Overwhelming waves buffeted her body in one direction, and then another. The orgasm took total control of her, and for the first time she could truly understand what was going through Larry Hunter's body as he fired his tasty jism down her gulping throat.

Idrine felt Brian's face pull out of the sucking vacuum of her vagina as she continued feeling climaxes buffet their way through her. She writhed on the bed in the throes of orgiastic frenzy, and knew she had been right in deciding to give in to the needs of her body. But for the moment she needed a little rest.

Harriet Pembroke awoke to the sounds of Idrine's shouts. Getting up from the large circular bed, she found a robe and wrapped it around her body, then went to her other bedroom. Standing in the doorway, she watched Brian eating her granddaughter's cunt. The natural urge to interfere was held in check when she saw how much Idrine was enjoying it all. This was one girl who wouldn't remain locked in a shell like her mother.

Far better to let the young children enjoy themselves, just as long as no harm came from their fun. Harriet would have to watch and see just exactly what Brian and Idrine would do before teaching the young girl various methods of birth-control. After Idrine's next period, she would insist her granddaughter take the Pill. It was the safest method of contraception. She would keep a supply in her home for the young girl, and insist Idrine stop by once a day and take one. It would also give her a chance to talk with her granddaughter. Because of Renee's over-protectiveness, Harriet had never really been able to have any long talks with Idrine.

Going to the bathroom, Harriet prepared to douche Brian's sperm out of her. It was almost five-o'clock, and she had to prepare for her first client of the day: Larry Hunter.

Renee was worried. It was ten minutes to five and Idrine should have been back. It wasn't like her mother to keep Idrine around, especially with business hours so close. She would have to run over there and make certain everything was all right.

Wearing a black-and-white striped man-tailored silk blouse with a black skirt, Renee slipped her feet into a pair of flat shoes and hurried from her apartment, locking the door behind her. Unlike her daughter, she didn't walk slowly. She ran through the park, bypassing the small amusement center, speeding toward her mother's small house.

Harriet's house was one of dozens in a small neighborhood where all houses looked alike, except for the colors they were painted or the kind of fence they had in the front yard. Since Harriet's was a corner house, it was one house no one would mistake for another. It had more lawn space, and as a result, had a larger picked fence, all painted white.

As she approached her mother's house, Renee saw a man coming from the other direction. She immediately recognized Larry Hunter. If there was one other person who would be concerned about Idrine's safety, it would be Larry. She hurried over to him and told him how worried she was about Idrine. Hunter looked at his watch and saw he still had a few minutes before his appointment with Renee's mother, so he led her back into the park, sat her on a bench, and tried calming her down.

"What if Idrine never got here?" Renee kept babbling. "I tried calling mother, but her phone is off the hook. I kept getting a busy signal."

"Well, should we go charging into your mother's house and see if Idrine is there, or do you want to check through the park first?" Hunter asked.

"Let's check the park," Renee said.

"Okay," Hunter agreed. "I think we should work together."

Hunter wasn't really worried about his daughter. He had followed her after she had left him, and he had seen her go into Harriet Pembroke's house. If Idrine was still there, it was because Harriet was talking with her. Hunter felt he could spare the young grandmother a bit more time with her granddaughter. His own sexual hunger had had the edge removed by Idrine's sweet, young lips.

Harriet Pembroke had finished douching, and she was back in the hallway, peering into her personal bedroom. What she saw astonished her, but she decided to stay out of it since Idrine, for all her struggling, seemed inwardly agreeable.

Idrine was lying, face-down on her grandmother's bed. She had rolled over when Brian had lain down next to her. Now that she was satisfied, she wanted nothing more to do with the young boy. But when his hands began wandering up and down her spine, she felt the urges inside her being re-kindled. She allowed Brian's hands to tickle her body and bring her slowly up until she was on her hands and knees. Her delightful, round, unblemished buttocks had the silken skin stretched tautly and smoothly over it. The globes of her small ass looked like firm, oversized halves of an apricot as they quivered with excitement. Brian's eyes swelled at the sight of such marvelous asscheeks.

The boy's eyes remained locked on the girl's shimmering asscheeks, staring at the wet, shining pinkness his mouth had just tasted. Only his anxiety to fuck her ass kept him from gluing his mouth against her tight pussy again. The pouting cuntlips and puckered asshole stood so brazenly out in contrast to the white of her shuddering buttocks.

As if in a trance, the boy reached out and caressed the firm, solid shapes of Idrine's asscheeks. His fingertips began digging into them as he kneaded them, wringing breathless gasps from the young girl.

Idrine's naked flesh felt hot and smooth under the roughness of Brian's hands. She felt him anxiously parting her rectal cheeks, allowing him a better view of her tight, crinkly asshole. The flesh puckered around it as if trying to protect the vulnerable hole. Underneath, the soft, tender cuntlips trembled. And the marble flesh of her inner thighs trembled with impatience, knowing what he was about to do, and anxious for him to get on with it. Idrine didn't believe the thickness of his hard cock might hurt her back there.