Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

He grunted with the effort, his face drenched in sweat. "Soon," he groaned, pumping his cock in and out of the tortured lips of my cunt.

Out near the fringes of my mind, a distant sound pushed into my consciousness. My brain was so confused with passion that I couldn't recognize the noise.

"A car's pulling up!" the delivery man gasped. He began to pull away in panic.

"NO!" I screamed, the agony of incompletion seeming more terrible than getting caught. "Finish first! We have time!"

He must have been close, too, for he listened. His cock went crazy inside of me, pushing and pulling, humping and pounding itself inside my sopping-wet cunt. He grunted with each fuck into my sucking hole.

My cunt was almost bent in half, and he was screwing himself down into my body. If he could have, he would have jammed his balls into my cunt. My thighs ached, but I could feel my orgasm beginning around the driving shaft of his cock.

"Now! Now! Now!" I screamed. My cunt clamped shut on the next downward thrust of his cock, and I locked his rod inside of me. I felt his cock tremble and his balls seemed to tighten against my ass.

I heard the motor of the car shut down and then I heard the high-pitched voice of Percy.

I round my cunt around him, my body shaking with pleasure. My cunt felt as though it were breaking into small pieces of quivering, exploding flesh. Wetness spread out from inside of me with a gigantic bursting of sensation.

A car door opened and then another.

Hot cum splashed into my cunt. His cock spit again, and more wetness spilled into me. His cock felt as though it were going to break off inside of me, it was shaking so profoundly. His jizz was like blobs of electricity; each time it touched the raw lining of my cunt, my body jumped in ecstasy and I had another orgasm.

The car doors slammed again, and I heard voices coming towards the house.

His cock kept on coming, throbbing, jerking and sputtering cream into my cunt. And with each throb, my cunt quivered, parodying his pleasure with an equally intense vibration of orgasm.

I heard the footsteps on the path, and my ears caught a word or two.

I was still coming when I finally pushed him off me. He was, too, and the last spurt of scum splashed against my thigh as he dislodged.

"Tootsie!" Mimi called. "We're home."

We jumped up and pulled the front door open. His cock was still erect; it poked out of his pants, his balls hanging down the front. The stains of my juices and his cum were all over the front of his pants. I pushed him out as he tried to stuff his cock into his pants.

Just as I closed the door, I heard the back-door screen open.

"Tootsie!" Mimi called again.

I swept up my towel and tightened the muscles in my cunt. In three swift steps, I was back in the bathroom, closing the door, just as the family entered the house.

I sat down on the toilet and relaxed my cunt. Thick blobs of jizz slid from my cunt and splashed into the toilet.

"Where are you, Tootsie?"

"I'm taking a shower!" I screamed. I slumped back against the toilet seat, breathing heavily. "I'm in the bathroom."

"Just wanted to let you know we're home," Mimi explained, quite unnecessarily, I thought.

It was Friday, and I had the night off. Mimi and Gus had gone to a party at a friend's house. Most of the adults, in fact, had gone to that party, leaving us kids unsupervised, with a lot of empty houses in which to enjoy ourselves for the night.

And that was exactly what we were doing. Sandi suggested that we come to her house. We had plenty of wine and a lot of good grass and potent hash. I think there were four couples in all, but it was hard to remember. That was a long time ago.

Even now, the combination of grass and wine was beginning to make my body feel distant and soft. I pressed languidly against Marc and kissed him with a wet, open mouth.

His hands were between my legs, touching my cunt, and I moaned when he slipped his long, wriggling fingers inside the hairy pink slit, pushing upward until he was plunged deeply into my box. We were on the couch in Sandi's living room, facing each other. My skirt was up and my legs were parted around Marc. I had one leg thrown up over his hips. I remembered vaguely that I had worn panties under the skirt, but they were gone now, and I couldn't remember what had happened to them.

"Take my cock out," Marc whispered.

There seemed to be a fog inside my brain, and it slowed my thinking, coloring everything in warm pastel tones. My hand moved automatically and I began to pull his zipper down.

"What about the others?" I asked. The words pushed through the molasses in my brain. "They'll see us."

"They're busy," Marc answered, pushing two fingers together and pumping them in and out of my cunt. "They won't notice."

I unzipped his fly and reached into his pants, touching his cock through his shorts. My fingers fumbled with the folds of the material until at last, I managed to wiggle the shaft free. It felt so hot in my hand, and my fingers seemed to burn from the touch of his cock.

"Hmmmmmmm," I moaned. "That's nice. Marc, you have such a nice cock."

I ran my fingers up and down its full length. His prick seemed so long and hard, the flesh so smooth. My fingers enjoyed its touch, and it reminded me of plush, rich velvet. Was that the grass, I asked myself, or did it really feel that way?

"Push your cunt toward me," Marc instructed. He removed his fingers from my cunt and held his own cock in his hand. He pressed the organ against the wetness of my cunt-lips. "I want to put it in you, Tootsie, and I want to fuck you."

I pressed myself against him. "Right here?" I asked. "But the others…"

The tip of his cock pushed my cunt open, and it just barely entered my slit.

"What do you think they're doing?" Marc asked, struggling to push his dick deeper into my cunt. "Nancy and Allen are already fucking on the floor. And look at Linda – she's sucking Jerry's cock. Turn around so you can see."

The thought excited me, but I had trouble fixing the image in my brain. "Really?" I asked. "I want to watch."

I turned around slowly on the couch and pressed my ass tightly against Marc's exposed cock. He pulled up my skirt in the back, and I felt his hands slip under my arms and grab onto my tits. His fingers massaged my boobs while he managed to insert his cock between the cheeks of my ass. He pressed the head of his prick up against the wet entrance of my cunt. It felt hot against my flesh. The scrape of his open zipper against my nakedness made me tingle in anticipation.

The scene before me made my breath suck in wetly. While I watched, I parted my thighs and wrapped my top leg around Marc's thigh and calf, affording his pumping cock a larger target.

The first thing I saw was Nancy and Allen. There they were, on the floor in front of us. Nancy had her pants off; she was naked from the waist down. She was on top of Allen, her legs spread widely around him. Allen had his cock and balls pulled out from his open zipper, and the thick shaft was sunk deeply into Nancy's cunt.

I reached down between my legs and touched Marc's cock. "Put it in," I said. "Fuck me."

I pressed my ass back against Marc and opened my legs even wider. I strained to get his rod in. When I felt his heat against the hole of my cunt, I hunched down suddenly and felt his cock enter me. I moaned in pleasure and continued to press down against him until my cunt had swallowed as much of his cock as it could.

"Move your head," Marc said. He pumped his dick in and out of me. "I want to watch."

Nancy's hairy cunt was a dull brown, and her pussy was sloppy with wetness. Her ass was big and flabby, and Allen's fingers were pressed so tightly into her that they left white marks on her flesh. I could see her asshole between the doughy hills of her butt, and then, just below it, I could see Allen's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Each time his cock slid down and out of her hole, it glistened wetly, and the sparse growth of hair on the outer lips of her cunt clung to the sides of his driving shaft.