David Crane: Family love

Their eyes were locked as tightly as his tongue was stuck up her snatch.

Margie was truly enjoying this cunt sucking session. For one thing, having came several times already that day, she was able to prolong her climax and enjoy it for as long as her husband was willing to dish it out. For another thing, that erotic talk she had used to arouse Dan had also worked on herself. She loved the idea of having a threesome with Dan and some sweet young girl, and the thought of doing some cunt sucking herself thrilled her to the marrow of her bones. She didn't doubt for a moment that she would love doing it. She knew how tasty a pussy was from having sucked her own cunt juice off of innumerable pricks.

In fact, the idea was so appealing that she almost regretted that she would be going away for the week, for she was impatient to find a girl to make up that threesome. She wondered what Raymond might think of the idea. But then she thought that it was wicked to think about Raymond, while Dan was so busily doing her the oral favor.

"Oh! Yes! We'll do it, darling!" she cried.

Now. Dan knew she had been serious. His prick, that poor, neglected tool, was thundering wildly away under his belly, but he ignored it as he continued to mouth Margie's twat.

Margie squirmed and writhed. She threw her head back and rolled her eyes in a frenzy of lust. Her imagination was as hot as her pussy – wild fantasies flashed through her mind.

She said, "And maybe we can have another man join us, too! A stranger – just some man I pick up. Would you like that, Dan? Would you like to watch another man fuck my cunt? I'd blow him for you, if you liked – you could watch him come in my mouth and then you could kiss me…"

That was too much for Dan.

He felt his cock and balls start to blow.

He raised up, intending to slap his prick into her cunt, but he had left it too late. As that huge cock elevated to the level of her crotch, a mighty geyser of jism burst from the knob and rose high into the air.

Margie gave a squeal of lust as she saw that creamy tower rise above her loins.

She reached down quickly and parted her cunt wide with both hands. The quicksilver geyser hovered, then fell heavily, right into her open cunt.

Dan had been so hot that all his spunk came out in that single titanic spurt.

He watched it fill her pussy, then dropped his head back between her lush thighs and renewed his cunt sucking efforts. Margie wailed and thrashed about and, as his tongue stabbed far up her soaking gash, she let herself go and her own juices flooded into his mouth.

Dan rested his head on her smooth belly. His whole face glistened with cunt juice. He sighed happily.

"Did you mean it?" he asked.

He knew that when people were hot, they said things that they wouldn't say – or do – afterwards.

Margie looked a bit sheepish.

But she said, "Yes, darling – if you'd like to."

"Oh, yes," he said. "I'd love it."

"With another girl?"

"Um-hum."

"Or another man?"

"Both," he said. "I want to watch you eat cunt and suck cock and fuck – everything."

"Oh! As soon as I get back!"

Dan frowned slightly. He had almost forgotten that she was going away for a week with Raymond. Yet the idea didn't really trouble him greatly. It was just another aspect of the erotic stimulation.

He said, "When you get back, Margie – will you tell me all about it? Will you describe how he fucked you and how you sucked him off?"

"Oh, yes! I'll tell you everything," she promised.

She had no idea how much she was going to have to tell, in fact – for Raymond had many plans for Margie. As promiscuous as she was, she had never dreamed of some of the things that Raymond had in mind for her.

Now she stroked Dan's head lovingly and said. "Do we have time for a fuck?"

Debby Cartwright looked very much like a younger version of her beautiful mother – a trifle slimmer, a bit more willowy – and along with those looks, she had inherited her mother's passionate nature.

Debby was still a virgin.

But it was not a condition that she cherished, nor did she intend to remain cherry for much longer. It was just a case of being with the right boy at the right time. Debby was ready and willing to commence a long lifetime of fucking. But she wanted her first fuck to be memorable. She didn't want to lose her cherry in the back seat of a car. That seemed to be where most of the girls she knew, who had been fucked, had done it. None of the boys Debby dated had the maturity to take her to a motel – or to realize that was what she wanted. So, despite herself, she was still a maiden that day, as she walked over to the park.

She sat on the bank of the narrow stream, watching the water trickle past and thinking of jism trickling into her cunt. She felt quite frustrated and rather wistful. She had finger fucked herself twice that morning, before she got out of bed – she usually did it only once. Although coming had been as nice as it always was, the solitary act had left her with a sense of unfullfilment.

There was no one else around.

Debby had just decided that she would go over to her friend Sandy's house for some dirty talk. Sandy was her age, but had already bees fucked duos or four times and was tot loath to talk about it. Those conversations thrilled Debby. In fact, Debby had a vague idea that, if she played her cards right, she might be able to get Sandy to give her a handjob. If they both got all worked up and she suggested, say, that they masturbate together and then, after they had started, she suggested that it would feel better if they did it for each other – well, she had a pretty good idea that Sandy would not be shocked or angered at the idea.

Debby figured it would be fun.

It was awfully naughty, of course – but all the more thrilling because of that. The last time she had been at Sandy's, while that lewdlette described a recent fuck she'd had, Debby had noticed that Sandy was looking at her tits. That had given her the idea. That idea did not extend beyond handjobs, however. She didn't consider, say, sticking each other off, for she was heterosexual by nature and thought of Sandy as a substitute for a boy, rather than a lesbian lover. Now, thinking about it, Debby got hot as hell.

She was wearing blue jeans, very tight, and the crotch began to grow damp as her pussy melted. Her stiff nipples pushed out against her tee shirt. She was in a bit of a quandary. She would have liked to give herself a handjob, right there on the bank of the stream. On the other hand, she didn't want to do it for herself if there was a chance that she might get Sandy to do it for her. But if Sandy refused, Debby would have to wait until she got home to take care of her cunt, and the long delay would be awful.

Such are the problems of young girls.

Suddenly she heard footsteps.

A jogger came trotting along the bank of the strew, toward her. Debby glanced at him. He was about twenty years old and quite good looking – for a jogger – and he was wearing only a pair of running shorts. His lean torso glistened with sweat and his chest heaved as he gulped in air. But what Debby noticed most was the big lump in the front of his shorts.

He slowed as he neared the place where the girl was sitting. When he was almost up to her, he halted, panting and puffing. He sat down on the bank, close to her. He nodded, but paid her no further attention.

Debby kept sneaking a look at his crotch.

It sure looked as if he had a lot of meat in there and, already horny, Debby began to steam. She decided that she could not wait to get to Sandy's – that she would give herself a handjob as soon as the jogger jogged on and left her alone. She wished he would hurry up and get his breath back and leave, so that she could proceed with her solitary pleasures. On the other hand, she was enjoying the sight of his crotch. He had one knee lifted, resting his forehead against it. From where she sat, Debby could look down the leg hole of his shorts as it gaped out. But she couldn't really see anything, just dark shadow – but she knew what was lurking in there. She casually moved a bit nearer to the man, desperate to get at least a visual thrill out of that impressive hunk of meat.