Frank Levy - One bed family

"I love you, Cindy," he said.

"No, you don't. You don't even know me. You just want to fuck. I want to fuck, too. Let's just have fun together."

"I really do," he said, stroking her breasts and then kissing her taut nipples.

"Hush. Has Mary Lou ever sucked your big cock for you?" she asked him.

"Yeah, sure. She likes to do that a lot."

"I'll bet I can do it better!"

"Be my guest!" he chuckled.

She pushed him back on the bed and swung around over him so that her ass was over his head and her breasts were brushing against his flat, hard stomach. His prick had pulled out of her cunt with a sucking plop. It was plenty hard and covered with his jism and her cunt cream – just the way she liked to suck them best! She licked her tongue over the broad head like it was an ice-cream cone, gathering up the load from his big balls and the slippery goo from her box and swallowing it all down as if it were the tangiest gravy in town.

In a few minutes she had him as clean as a whistle and as horny, as a reindeer. His heavy shaft was pushing hard to lie up his belly, but she was forcing it to stand up straight so that she could admire the length and strength of it. Her hand was curled around his prong near the base, and her fingers could barely fit around it and touch on the other side.

She lapped it up and down, from the flaring crest to the cock hair gathered around the root, then she slipped the head of it into her mouth and ran her tongue round and around the crest until he began to hump his ass up off the bed in his eagerness to shoot off in her mouth.

She took a deep breath then and pressed the fat knob against the back of her throat. She pushed her head down on it gently to make sure that she had her gag reflex under control and then forced it past the narrows and into her throat. Once she had the end of it in, she pressed straight down and took him all the way in until her front teeth were on the loose skin of his nuts. Judging from his reactions, she was right in guessing that Mary Lou had never tried or mastered this trick. He was almost too thick for her to manage it though.

Her swallowing muscles were clamping and pulling on his hard dong and milking the cum right out of his balls. She stroked her head up and down on it, pulling it out every now and then to take a breath of air. Her hands were busy working on his churning balls and rubbing up and down the root of his dork behind his balls, stimulating him on to another orgasm.

He was thrashing around on the sheets in utter abandon, too wild to think of anything or do anything but concentrate on the fantastic feelings she was creating in his fucker. She was even tighter than her pussy had been, and the way her throat pulled on him and rippled up and down his mighty cock was driving him out of his mind.

She kept her fingers pressed to his cum tube at the base of his dong, feeling him getting harder and harder and starting the twitches that told her that he was getting ready to get his rocks off down her throat. When the first gush came pumping out of his balls and up the length of his pecker, she rammed him all the way in and twirled her head around to yank the cum out of him.

His hands were all over her, squeezing her ass and reaching for her tits as his hips bucked up off the bed and planted his fuck-rod as deeply into her as he could. His load was like a geyser going off, huge spurts of hot cum splashing into her throat and right down into her stomach. She squeezed gently on his nuts to get the last drops out of his cum and held him in her throat until she was getting dizzy from lack of breath, all the time working her throat muscles on his twitching tool. Finally she had to let him pull out of her to get some air. She sucked the air into her lungs and lapped at his tender fucker until each touch of her tongue was sending spasms of sensations through his body and he had to beg her to stop.

"Was I better?" she asked proudly.

"Oh, God! All Mary Lou ever does is hold my cock head in her mouth while she beats me off with her hands. She never did anything like that before. Jesus! How can you do that? It feels like you're eating my dong right off me!"

"It just takes a little practice."

"And I guess you've had lots of practice," he said thoughtlessly.

"I've had other boys before, Sam, but I don't go to bed with every boy I meet," she said quietly.

"Why did you come out here, Cindy? Why did you get in bed with me? I didn't think you would want to have anything to do with me from the way you acted down in the cellar."

"I don't know why, Sam. I guess nobody ever knows why. I just liked you, and I felt like it, and that was good enough reason for me. You don't expect every girl to pull up her skirt every time you walk by and got a hard-on, do you?"

"I don't know what to expect. You and Mary Lou are the only girls I ever fucked. It's hard to know what to do when that's your only experience."

Cindy smiled at his innocence and turned around to lie in the bed beside him. She ran her hand over his body, enjoying being able to touch him freely, anyway she wanted to. His little nipples stood up when she brushed her fingertips over them. His belly as a smooth hollow, and she could see the pulse of his heart right through his flesh. His cock was still halfway hard, wet with her spit on his belly, like a huge snake resting after eating a big meal.

"I've got to go back to my bed, Sam," she whispered sadly.

"Don't you want to stay here with me?"

"I've got to get a little sleep. I really am tired. And there is a lot of cleaning up to be done tomorrow."

"We don't have to fuck any more. I just want to lie next to you and touch you."

"I don't know if I could keep my hands off your cock if I were in bed with you much longer," she giggled. "I love to play with it."

"You'll come back, won't you? We can fuck some more?"

"Yes, Sam. There'll be lots more times. But I don't want you to talk about it or show that we've been to bed together in front of the others. I don't want your father and brother to think they can crawl into my bed for a fuck any time they feel like it."

"I won't. I can keep my mouth shut," he promised fervently.

At least I don't want them in my bed just yet, she thought as she kissed him good night and went back to her room.

Cindy awoke from a deep sleep early in the morning. Her eyes opened to see faded wallpaper, old and flaking. There were water spots spreading out from under the sill of the window. An old-fashioned, painted canvas roller blind was pulled all the way down to the sill, and a faint breeze was bumping it against the wood. She didn't know where she was. A small wave of panic rose up in her belly, but she held it under control while she struggled to remember. She remembered feeling good, very good, a big cock stroking her throbbing clit each time the hard tool sank its length into her. She remembered.

The panic subsided and disappeared. She knew where she was, and she liked it. She smiled to herself and snuggled down into the lumpy old mattress, her body covered only by her thin nightgown and a sheet against the early morning chill. She yawned and stretched and rolled onto her back, stroking her belly with her fingertips. The muscles of her cunt and the tender lining held the memory of Sam's huge shaft, the fullness and strength and satisfaction of it.

Her pussy was still creamy with the remains of his jism and her own cunt cream that she had been too sleepy to wash out last night. She squirmed her legs together and felt her cunt lips rub together in it. Very nice! She yawned again. Might as well get up and wash up and take a pee, she thought. She also discovered that she was hungry.

When she went into the bathroom, she heard the sounds of creaking bedsprings coming from Junior's and Mary Lou's room. They must be having a wake-up fuck. She was a trifle envious. There was nothing to top waking up with a man in your arms, his hard cock pressed against your belly or hips and just putting his prong into your pussy and fucking like that before either one of you were awake enough to even know who you were fucking.