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Cherry Hill Ch. 01

By: Dark_and_Red



The subtle breeze of the early summer morning brought the scent of freshly mown grass through the screened windows of the O'Connor home. The sound of birds chirping in the early morning light mingled softly with the sounds of the neighborhood awakening from its contented slumber. 

The front door of the small white house opened and a man stepped through the door, bending to pick up the morning paper from the front step. His terry cloth robe parted slightly, clinging desperately to his waist by the loose knot in the sash. With the paper in hand, he smiled, looked up and down Cherry Lane and disappeared back into his home, shutting the door on the neighborhood.

"Anything good in the paper?" a pleasant question begged as it drifted through the summer scented air of the house.

"Nothing that I see yet, sweetie," O'Connor's voice answered back loudly, but happily. He looked through the headlines and saw that most of the news was depressing, and almost all of it was either city news or world news, but nothing that really pertained to their quiet little suburb. He softly padded through the house, winding through the rooms until he reached the kitchen. He stopped in the door way, looking over the top of the paper and took in the sight before him.

She was standing at the sink, rinsing something off; the perfect woman, the goddess. She wore a robe similar to his own in all respects except size: her petite but exceptionally curvy frame would have looked like she was trying to swim in her husband's robe. Her sash was tied tighter, her long dish-water blonde hair hanging limply to her lower back, flowing straight down into her nicely rounded ass. Her head turned, and she giggled, her visible blue eye drinking in the image of her husband, his eyes devouring her body, not even seeing the robe, but remembering the tantalizing flesh under it. A delicious shiver ran through her body, the tingle staying in her flesh and tickling her brain, instantly re-warming her sex, bringing it back to the heat it had radiating from it not 2 hours before.

"And what do you think you're staring at, Michael O'Connor?" the goddess said, her rounded cheeks swaying teasingly under the tight fabric imprisoning them.

"I think I'm staring at the best piece of ass in all of Cherry Hill, Joy O'Connor," Michael said back, folding the paper slowly. He felt his cock rise under his robe; he could feel the remnants of their last love-making session still clinging to him. The musk of his wife's renewed arousal began mingling with the smell of the fresh mown grass from the warming outside air.

"Is that all you want to do is stare at it?" Joy said, turning slowly. Her hand had trapped the loose end of her sash and the knot pulled loose as her body turned, allowing her soft, creamy flesh to be exposed to the open air of their kitchen.

Michael couldn't help but lick his lips as his lusting eyes were lured up and down the vixen's skin. He noted with delight that she had trimmed her blonde bush while she showered, which meant two things: she shaved her shapely legs, which turned Michael on greatly, and she was ready to have her pussy sucked and licked to multi-orgasmic bliss. Michael's dick grew harder, rising through the slit in the front of his robe, unhindered by underwear of any kind.

Joy's lips parted and her tongue snaked out and wet her lips of her own accord. Her robe split farther as she pushed herself away from the sink, exposing the bountiful valley of flesh between her firm tits, only her erect nipples kept the robe from opening fully. Her eyes wanted to stay focused on his hazel gems, but she couldn't help but let them drift down to his rapidly engorging member, her pussy getting well beyond damp at the thought of his impressive tool being buried to the hilt in her anxiously awaiting box for their second round of the morning.

Her eyes were glued to his cock, watching the 9-inches of pussy pleasing tool swing with his steps as he approached. The paper hit the table and the loose knot of his sash untied itself; those actions not even a blip on Joy's radar as she felt the distance close between her cunt and his rod, needing to be filled again. Her pulse was racing, carrying an electric fog of lust, her body reacting already to being stuffed and rammed by her husband's cock. 

Michael watched the chest of his wife start to heave, he watched her become absorbed in her need. She moved like she was in a trance, her hands moving just enough to push her robe completely off, exposing her entire body to him except for her feet which had been covered in a puddle of fabric. Drops of her honey were already forming on her red, engorged lips, and Michael felt his tongue snake out and wet his flesh, discovering that his mouth was watering in time with her creaming pussy.

"No, staring at it isn't the only thing I want to do," Michael said, his voice almost hoarse with lust. His eyes left her pussy, traveling up her toned belly, unabashed by the tan line from her low riding bikini, up to her freckle splashed chest, looking at each small, pink nipple in turn, then raking his eyes up her neck to her perfectly formed lips and to her lust-hazed blue eyes. Michael saw those eyes weaken, their resolve melt away, and a hot, liquid lust over power the last of his wife's senses. 

Without a word or rehearsal, the couple moved as one. Joy pushed herself up on the counter top, squirming delightfully, feeling a bolt of electric need shooting to her clit as her bare skin hit the cold metal of the sink's edge. Michael knelt in front of her, his knees hitting the soft carpet of the floor mat as his eyes traveled back down his wife's body to her open, waiting sex.

Joy put her feet in the wells of the sink, pushing off the edge, holding herself open and up, needing her husband's tongue in her pussy and his lips on her clit. She felt the sunshine on her back as it streamed through the open windows and somewhere in her brain a suppressed alarm told her all of the blinds were open in the kitchen and dining room and anyone could see. Her pussy almost came from that thought alone and she shivered just before she felt her husband's hot breath caress her hot, pink flesh like a long lost lover. Fireworks exploded in her brain, her vision narrowed and vertigo overtook her senses. She knew only she felt like she was falling and that her pussy was being eaten like no other; an orgasmic flight that left her needing more.

Michael slowly licked along the sides of her lips, careful to only let his tongue touch her sensitive lips teasingly. Each time he rounded her clit, his lips went to her soft pink flesh and gave it a gentle kiss, sucking the cool air of the kitchen into his mouth, eliciting a gasp from his wife. He rounded down to her pussy and gingerly lapped the cream from her drooling snatch, the tip of his tongue wiggling against her flesh, making her thighs quiver in time with his ministrations. With a long slowly lick, Michael's tongue worked back up her sex, finding the small bud of her clit poking out of its hood. His lips locked around it and he sucked on it, batting furiously at the sensitive nub, feeling her body buck and rock on the sink, trying to maintain contact.

Joy started panting, moaning and screaming. Her mind was lost, her body erupting, her mouth working on its own accord. The open windows let the entire neighborhood know what was going on as she started screaming profanity in her bliss. The effect was not lost on their upstairs guest, either, Joy's screaming waking her up from her slumber.

Michael kept eating her pussy, sucking on her clit harder, licking with rapid strokes down her open flower, drinking the juice that was oozing from the blonde-framed pussy before his eyes. He stuck his tongue out rigid and started fucking his wife's cunt, his nose bumping her clit every time his lips met hers.

"Oh fuck yes! Eat my pussy, baby!" Joy's screams echoed through the small kitchen. "Fuck me with your tongue! Oh shit, yes! Get ready....oh God!" she continued in an almost continuous stream. Michael picked up the pace, licking, sucking, and fucking her pussy with everything he had. His lips locked around her clit and he bit it softly, his tongue caressing and lavishing it in strokes and swirls before he slid two fingers into her gaping box, beating them with furious speed against her G-spot, her pussy juice splashing off his fingers.

Neither were aware that their house guest had crept down stairs and was standing by the front door, watching them. Her hand was in her boxers, reaching up through the leg to frantically finger her own pussy. She heard her cunt start to splash with juice, the sound mixing with her friend's wet sounds as they echoed out of the kitchen. She had to lean against the front door for support, her orgasm rapidly rising inside her chest and flowing out with her heat to her nipples and slowly to her pussy.

"Fuck yes!" screamed Joy when Michael's fingers hit her second most sensitive spot as his tongue assaulted her first. "Fuck it!" she panted, her voice getting hoarse, her mouth gone dry. Her pussy started to convulse and Michael knew she was close. He slowed down a little bit, his fingers softly strumming inside her, one and then the other, against her sensitive flesh. Joy caught her breath and opened her eyes for the first time since situating herself in the sink, her hazed vision missing their masturbating house guest in the back ground and focusing on her husband's face buried at the junction of her own parted thighs.

His eyes were locked onto hers and a devilish grin twisted his face. His tongue leapt into action as his fingers renewed their assault on her pussy with enhanced vigor. Her eyes clamped shut and her head rocked back, a long scream leaving her throat, her chest heaving, her breath coming in ragged gasps, each one ending in a scream as she exhaled. Michael's face was coated in her honey as it oozed from Joy's pussy, every time her cunt clenched around his fingers, a small squirt came out, running down his chin to his chest, glossing his cheeks with her cum.

Their observer came, too. Her screams were silenced by her mouth clamping shut, her juice coating the flannel crotch of her underwear, her own juices running down her thighs and splashing into her splayed fingers as she watched her best friend get eaten out by her hunky husband. She wished it was her pussy getting eaten, wished she could feel what Joy was feeling, and she wished it was Joy doing it to her. Her body shook again as she pictured returning the favor to her blonde friend, snaking her tongue up that snatch, tasting what her husband had just tasted and suddenly becoming very jealous of Joy and envious of Michael.

She had enough sense to realize, even mid orgasm as she struggled to keep her feet under her, that the couple in the kitchen were parting and Michael started to help his new bride off the counter. With shaking legs that felt like they were filled with jelly, she crept back up the stairs, needing to feel something in her cunt other than her fingers.

********

Sarah May Wilcox woke up with the morning sun streaming through her living room window. Her hand came up and rubbed at her sleep filled eyes, then moved to her temples where she massaged those as well. She tried to recall what had woke her up, when she heard a voice from her left, "Hey babe, see you're up."

Turning her head, she tried to focus on the blurry image before her. The man stood about 6'4" and had a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. "Is that mine?" she asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, walked over and spit the foamy, mint paste into an empty beer can. "Figured I ate your pussy, so what the fuck, I could use your toothbrush too." 

Sarah rolled her eyes and yawned. She pushed herself up, threw her legs over the side of her cream colored leather couch and headed to the wet bar. "Want a drink?"

"Nay, I'm good. Do they always do that in the morning?" Sarah barely registered that he had said anything as she grabbed her Jack Daniels and poured herself some breakfast

"Who and do what?" She looked to where he was pointing and downed the shot of Jack she had poured. Sarah barely noticed the burn as it slid down her throat and hit her belly, spreading the fiery warmth throughout her system. "Every fuckin' morning it seems," as she walked over to him. "Newlyweds."

"Oh, that explains it." He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, then onto his briefs. "That'll stop after a couple of years. Fuck, me and the old lady rarely fuck at all now a days."

Sarah sighed, "Shit," she thought to herself. "Married... good one Sarah." She looked out the window, the Jack helping her to focus on the morning. Little Mrs. O'Conner was once more pressed up against her kitchen window, the curtains open, as well as the window itself. Sounds of "fuck me," filling the Cherry Hill neighborhood. "He's probably eating her out." Sarah had noticed the newlyweds moving in and not long afterwards they had a house guest. She had met her once while she was out jogging one morning. "I think they like having everyone knowing their screwing, they do it often enough."

She moved around the room gathering the man's clothes, then thrusting them into his stomach, "Grab yourself something on your way out, and keep the toothbrush." She grabbed a pair of panties and a T-shirt from the rocker, slipped them on and headed to the bathroom.

Sitting on the stool, she thought of last night and who the guy in the next room was. She had to have been pretty wasted to bring him back to her place. His long, black, greasy hair was not the usual guy she enjoyed, she like the more clean-cut men. This one reminded her of an old bum from the streets, with her luck he probably was. She finished peeing, got up washed her hands and threw some cold water on her face. Heading to the kitchen, she saw her house guest, cooking breakfast.

"What the fuck?" she muttered.

He looked up, "Figured you'd need something to eat to go with that shot you had this morning."

"My Jack? Shit, I've been drinking that stuff since Grandpappy introduced it to me when I was 17." She grabbed some juice from the fridge and downed it from the carton, before grabbing a couple of plates from the cabinets. 

"Well, a bit early in the morning for me."

Sarah shrugged her shoulders, and dug into the eggs and sausage that were swimming in grease, "Well this is a heart attack waiting to happen, but it's cool, thanks."

The two strangers ate their morning breakfast, and before long he was sitting beside her, rubbing her thigh up and down. Sarah really wasn't in the mood to fuck, but he had made her breakfast. Her eyes racked over his body, deciding that had to be the only reason she had brought him back to her place, she willingly opened her thighs for him. 

She closed her eyes as she felt the first dip of his thick callused fingers slide inside her panties. Pushing her chair back from the table she opened her legs wider and leaned back. He slid his digit in deeper, screwing the hole and bringing slick moisture from deep within her cunt. "God, baby girl your one of the nicest pussies I've ever been in." He drove into her deeper and scraped the sides of her fleshy walls with his nails, bringing a hiss from her lips. 

He stood up and moved his finger from her pussy, and pulled her up to him. His lips captured her's with his teeth, pulling on them, he moved his hand up her shirt. "Good thing I didn't get dressed, huh?"

Sarah bit back the, "I wish you had," and nodded her head. Stepping back from him, she lifted her shirt and pulled it off, exposing her bronzed breasts and hard nipples. Sarah prided herself on her tone body, free of tan lines, and every patch tanned to perfection. 

"Sweet," he whispered out, as his eyes took in the round, globes of her flesh and flicked each nipple with his thumb. Sarah moaned, then moved her hands to his briefs, and pulled them from him, his cock bouncing free. 

She smirked and raised a brow to him, "That explains it."

"Huh?" the man asked as he kneaded her firm tits.

"Nothing," she answered back, finally realizing why he was in her home: the 10 inch cock was the only answer she needed. Grasping it in her hand, she now didn't mind giving up some sex for morning breakfast. 

He pulled her panties down and they both stepped out of the offending garments. Grabbing her ass he lifted Sarah to his hips, where she settled around him. Her long legs wrapped around his waste and she felt his cock hitting her pussy. He carried her into the living room, then sat down on the edge of the sofa. 

His fingers dug into her hips as he lifted her onto his cock and slid her onto it. Sarah felt the 10 inches filling up her slick hole and shuddered as the tip hit her deep and solid. "Oh fuck yes!"

"Remember now, Honey?"

"Fuck yes," she muttered as she began to lift and fall on the hard rod that was driving into her. Sarah bit on her tongue as she rode the hard cock. Her pussy was pulsing with each thrust of his cock. She'd squeeze his shaft as she eased herself down and felt the base becoming soaked with her slick juices. 

He told her to ride him harder, then he captured her left nipple in between his teeth and pulled on the tight bud. Sarah gasped and slammed down on his cock even harder feeling the slap of his balls hit her. She continued to ride him, bringing his stiff tool out of her pussy till she felt the tip, then she impaled herself once more taking him deep. 

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, as one of his hands slid around her waist and stole some sweet moisture from her sex. Sarah trembled as she felt her sex juices touch her nipples, then he went down and gathered more, never losing the motion of their fucking. Soon she was sucking the juices of her cunt from her fingers. When she felt his finger dig into her ass hole, her head went back and she began to push and prod his cock and his finger deeper into her orifices. 

Soon she felt the knowing sign of a pending orgasm and she clenched her jaw as he slammed her hard against his cock. Sarah shuddered as she felt her cum leave her and wash over his cock. The teeth that were devouring her nipples, made more shocks of lust rake her, and more liquid heat flowed from her pussy. "Oh fuck yes!" she screamed out as he pushed his finger deep into the whole and ground his cock against her pelvis.

Sarah felt his cum shoot from his rod and bury itself deep inside her. She rode him hard, squeezing and milking his rod dry. He pushed her down and lifted her again, making sure she took it all from him, not missing any part of his fluid. Moaning against him, her nipples sore from his teeth, she looked down at him. She closed her eyes on the dandruff filled grease and rode his cock till all the shivers of her orgasm was squeezed from her. 

He sucked softer on her tit now, and she opened her eyes once more, this time looking on his mouth suckling her. She felt his final shudder, then put a finger to her nipple and popped it from his sucking lips. Her eyes met his, "That was cool," she said and slid from his limp cock. 

"Yes it was," he agreed, then stood up. Looking down at her, "Your a good kid, babe." She lifted a brow, and moved back to the bar, enjoyed another shot, and nodded to the door. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna shower and hit the streets for a jog. Show yourself out deal?"

"Deal. It was nice meeting you, perhaps we'll do this again?"

Sarah shrugged, "Never know."

She watched him move around, gather his things from the living room and the kitchen. Sarah headed to the bathroom and started the shower when she heard the front door close. Climbing in she let the hot water cover her skin as she worked the soap into a thick lather and cleansed her body of the smell of sex, sweat and booze. She wondered if she'd see the Allan boys out jogging this morning, she hoped so. She liked watching their asses move while she jogged behind them. 


Cherry Hill Ch. 01



Sarah finished up her shower, and walked through her house, letting the air dry her skin. Pulling a pair of sweats, sports bra and a T-shirt from her dresser she got dressed. Tossing on shoes and socks, she headed out the door and started her morning jog down Cherry Lane. It was before long she passed the O'Conners and waved at the woman that had invaded the newlyweds, then she continued past the Allan's her thoughts returning to the men of the house. 

They were all fine looking gentleman, and the sis wasn't to bad looking either. She continued her jog down the street and decided to do a few more stretching exercises at the corner. Sarah felt the alcohol start to sweat out of her system as she headed back around the block, hoping to catch site of a possible new fuck. 

Shawn shut the door behind him and looked over the neighborhood of Cherry Hill; it had taken him a long time to find Star, now he just needed to wait and observe. He didn't want to interrupt her life if she was happy; all he ever wanted was her to be happy. 

Putting his hands in his pocket he got into his pickup truck and headed back to his place in the next town. "Hope, that little filly remembers where she left her Mercedes," he said as he drove past Star's place

********

The number of people out jogging this morning was crazy. The whole neighborhood seemed to spontaneously take an extreme interest in their health and, by God, running was the way they all decided to stay in shape. Star and Lynn were no exceptions. 

The two girls lived on different sides of the block, but they had hit it off marvelously, Star bringing Lynn out of her mousey shell. The two had been good friends since they moved to the neighborhood, and they made a good couple; Lynn was having the marvelous beginning to being a spinster, and Star was constantly pining for her dead fiancee, Shawn. They both worked at the High School, and they shared lunch periods with each other, it was only natural that they become friends, especially since they lived 4 houses apart. They had no more left Lynn's house this morning when they heard the symphony of sex coming from her neighbor's house across the back yard.

"They're really going at it, this morning, aren't they!" laughed Lynn. She'd adapted quickly to the neighbors and how much vocal—and visible—sex they had with each other. Star blushed a bright red, looking like an obscene Christmas ornament with her platinum blonde hair shining in the early morning sun and her skin blushing a deep crimson.

"I'll say," Star mumbled, not willing to admit that some of the blush was passion and desire, her loins heating and her sex dampening. It made her think of her hunky Shawn and the massive tool he used to sport and all the various positions they'd tried before he died. The heat was replaced with jealousy and sadness and the blush faded.

After using the oak trees in Lynn's front yard as support for stretching, the girls were ready to go. They no more than made it 10 feet before the O'Connors stopped their morning romp. Both girls tittered and kept jogging right along. They made it to the corner when something caught Lynn's eye in the house on the corner.

"Hey, look over there," she said, stopping in her place. Star looked and scanned the property of their neighbors's place. She knew it belonged to Chrysta Kaiser, yet another person in the neighborhood given to wanton depravity; she was naked entirely too much, either inside or outside, but she was always friendly and she had the most amazing stories of her life.

"The yard's mowed already?" Star said innocently, missing the scene unfolding 50 feet away through parted curtains and double paned glass. 

"No, silly!" hissed Lynn. "Through the window! Looks like the Bakker boy's working the bush after mowing the yard!" she said excitedly, the flush returning to her face. Star's face was a mask of confusion until her eyes saw what her friend was talking about. Her innocent, sparkling blue gems instantly went wide and were welded to the scene before her.

The Bakker boy, Daniel, was in Chrysta's house, naked as a jaybird, lying on a pool table, his knees over the edge, his hands holding onto the rails to his side. The redhead who lived in the house was bouncing away on him, squatting and thrusting as fast and as hard as she could, pounding herself down onto his rigid pole.

Star felt herself getting wet immediately; memories of Shawn's thick cock stretching and pounding her once-delicate pussy sparked and mingled with the images she saw before her. She could almost feel the almost comic-bookishly sized rod of her former lover splitting her pink inner core like a driving piston, stretching her cunt deeper and wider than most should be able to go.

The couple inside slowed down, Chrysta squatting over the college boy with only the tip of his impressive tool still wedged in her dripping pussy. Both girls outside could see the sunlight glisten off his rod, coated thickly in Chyrsta's cum. She was saying something to him, obscured the the glare off the window from the rising sun and by the shadow inside. She turned toward the window and hopped off her stud, smiling the whole time. She brushed her thick curly crimson locks away from her face, letting them fall in a silken rain over the back of her head and she swayed to the window, her bright red bush glinting with the cum that was matting it down. She ducked clear down, still smiling, staring at her two observers and winking before shutting the curtains.

"Well that was..." Lynn said, breathlessly. Her body had more than reacted to the scene and she was having difficulty hiding her arousal, her nipples tenting the sports bra she was wearing and the smell of her creaming sex was mingling very lightly with the smell of Chrysta's freshly mown yard. She tried hard to hide her secret from her friend, from the whole neighborhood, which was especially difficult in her tight running shorts, but she'd managed before, she'd manage this time.

Star was visibly shaken, and she came out of the sexual induced trance first. "Hey, lets keep going," she said quietly and started off down the sidewalk. Her mind wasn't on running, though, and she damn near ran off the edge of the sidewalk into the mailman.

"Morning, ma'am," he said, tipping his hat. Star took in his muscular frame and bright eyes and smiled.

"Morning, Pete," she said meekly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Lynn caught up to them and kept jogging. Pete smiled at the pair and Star caught up with her friend. The two jogged in silence, both of their minds consumed by their neighbors' sexual inhibitions and their exuberance in sharing their practices with the neighborhood. It wasn't until they rounded Melon Lane and headed down Cherry Lane that they ran into one of the newest editions to the block, Sarah Wilcox, as she started jogging from her house.

"Mornin' Sarah," Star said, trying to break the pictures flashing through her mind.

"Moanin' is more like it," she said smirking. The other two girls rolled their eyes. "I can't believe they've been going at it like that every night and day," Sarah continued, her eyes glazing and her pussy dampening just thinking about looking in the window two weeks ago and seeing the blonde's cunt getting plowed by Michael's ample cock, Joy screaming herself breathless, and she swore she saw their little brunette house guest watching and masterbating in the shadows. Sarah couldn't help but want to be any of the three people in the house, and even still, she went out to the bar and picked up the first guy she could wrap her legs around and fucked him stupid in the parking lot, reveling and cumming at the sensation and the memory of her neighbors.

Star and Lynn stopped and looked at their temporarily glossy-eyed neighbor and watched her space off. Lynn noticed her nipples starting to perk through her sports bra and Star worried that she might faint.

"Hey, you okay? Earth to Sarah, come back to us, Sarah," Star said, laughing. Sarah shook herself back to reality and shrugged. The three girls giggled and started jogging down the road.

They didn't get 10 steps before they saw the Allen brothers come out of their house for their morning jog. All three girls marveled at the sight before them; the Allen Boys. Brian Allen was an all-state athlete two years ago in high school, built like a brick shit house and barely an ounce of fat on him. He was the most gorgeous specimen of man to grace the school while Star and Lynn worked there. All the female teachers and staff wanted to be wrapped around that piece of meat and thanks to his years of playing sports, everyone of them had a pretty good idea of what he was packing in those football pants. He went around shirtless as much as possible and the rippling muscles of his chest and back were a bronze that would make a Greek warrior jealous. His boyish charm was betrayed by his rugged good looks and his wolfish, predatory eyes. Once he set his sights on a woman, he was going to get her.

Beside is brother was Brad Allen. Physically, he was much less imposing than his brother. Intellectually, he was a giant. His speech was flawless, and he always had the right word for the right time. The boy's smile and wit could bring the sun out on the blackest of days, but he was always ostracized in school by his classmates for being a dork. Lynn couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and she wished there was something she could do for him, but he was a student.

Was a student. Lynn pictured taking her time with him now that school was done. But then, he'd never want someone like her, someone so, different. She had heard that his first, and only time, was so fast that no girl in the school wanted to be known as the Minute Man's girl, so Brad hadn't got any more pussy after his cherry was popped.

Star sighed heavily at the sight of the two boys. She'd heard the rumors that Brad's sausage made his brother's look like a cock-tail frank in comparison. She'd seen him moping around the halls and getting picked on by the other students, especially since his older brother graduated. She couldn't help feel sorry for the boy; he wasn't bad looking, he just wasn't Brian. Maybe another place, and another time she'd have thought about showing the boy the ropes in the bed room, but she couldn't push Shawn out of her mind, and God willing, she never would. She was still in love with him, but the sight of the poor virgin and the virile athlete in front of her still stoked the fires in her belly.

Sarah just wanted both of them. At the same time, if she could help it. Brain was her perfect man; tall, tan, and fucking huge. She didn't making him a virgin, know about the brother,but word had it he had only been laid once, she was more than up to the challenge of fucking him too. Her pussy was starting to waken back up after the shower she had right before she left the house, and between her lust and the liquor, she was feeling loose enough to do something about it today. The guy from the bar might have had it where it counted, but it was like getting rammed with a summer sausage. She wanted a tool like he had to be able to take its time with her; maybe she'd finally out-scream the tart next door.

All three girls chased after the men in front of them, their wishing minds only further encouraged by the heating of their pussies.

*********

Plates clattered and cabinets slammed shut, "Daniel!" Alexis shouted at the top of her lungs. 

"He's not here," her mother Katherine told her. "He had to mow the Kaiser place." Kittie sat her coffee cup down, and went over to grab some eggs and bacon from the fridge.

"Ahhh, ok." Alexis said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I just bet I know what kind of lawn he's mowing too," she thought to herself.

Her brother was such the cum slut, Alexis knew all about his little mowing service on the side, but he knew about her extra curricular activities also. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, only pausing long enough to turn down the offer for a nice healthy breakfast. 

Katherine tossed a couple of eggs in a bowl, along with green peppers, onions, a few mushrooms and milk. She felt a pair of warm hands come around her waist and pull her close against an aroused cock. "Hey love," the whispered words of her husband hit her ear, bring the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. 

"Morning," she turned her head back, kissed his lips and pulled out of his embrace. "Your omelet and bacon will be done in a moment."

"Great, I'll grab the paper, feed Jack and enjoy it when your ready." Drew Bakker headed out the door, and the family dog followed right behind him.

Katherine continued working around the kitchen, the spotted the pool boy Tad coming up the sidewalk. She hurried out the backdoor, just as he rounded the corner of her yard. Kittie groaned when she saw him wave over to Drew, rolling her eyes she hid behind the high fence that separated the back yard from the front. 

Drew was standing outside his back facing Tad, as he opened up the newspaper and scanned the front pages. Tad walked across the yard, and quickly found himself pulled behind the cedar fencing.

"Hey peaches, what's up?" he said to Mrs. Bakker.

She silenced him, with her mouth as her tongue pushed deep inside his warm cavern. Tad's eyebrows rose, but soon he was pushing her against the fence and fucking her mouth with his hot tongue. Groping her breasts, he pinched and kneaded each nipple. "Fuck Kate, you wanted me to screw you with your husband home?" Tad was a surprised, usually the woman wouldn't touch him outside, but he figured what the fuck, why not.

Kittie pulled away, and sucked on his neck for a moment before responding, "No you idiot, I saw you and was just surprised, what are you doing here?"

"I told you babe, I needed to come over early today, because I had to add a new person to the route, but I'd be back on the usual schedule later." His hand slid up under her skirt, where he ran his between her pussy lips, "Mmm.. I could suck your juices while your husband ate breakfast, that would be nice, wouldn't it?" Tad drove his finger deeper between the lips, then into the slick, hot cunt that Mrs. Bakker was always willing to spread for him. 

She moaned against his neck, while she clasped his fingers tight within her pussy walls. Suddenly she heard a shout from inside the house. Seperating herself from Tad's welcoming touch, she pushed her skirt down, licked his juice covered fingers. Katherine knew no one had seen her, she had Drew build this high fence just for that reason alone, so she could fuck her pool boy in the water, when she was alone. "Damn, I love working from home," she thought as she shut the patio door behind her.

Tad stroked his hard cock, then went to work servicing the pool, instead of the sexy 38 year old wife or her daughter. He whistled while he thought of how wet and hot Mrs. Bakker was now, and how nice it would have been to fuck her against the fence.

Kittie entered the kitchen, billowing smoke was rapidly filling the room, "Shit!" she muttered as she moved the hot skillet from the stove top. Drew was busy running around opening windows, and cursing, "What the fuck were you doing?" he asked.

She spun around, "I had to use the bathroom." 

"Oh, well next time turn the damn stove off!"

The burnt bacon found its home in the trash, as the smoke finally started to clear. "Forget breakfast, Honey, I'll grab something from the diner across from the off office." He kissed her goodbye, grabbed his briefcase and headed out. 

Kitte rushed after him, "Drew, do you still have that upcoming business trip to Vegas coming up?"

"Yea, I have to leave Monday, but I'll be back around Friday night I hope. The deal should only take a couple of days to hash out, then we're hoping if all goes well, we'll wine and dine the men with a nice night in the city." He waved goodbye, patted the dog on the head, and watched the Allan boys jog by his house, followed by three of the hottest ladies in the area. His cock stirred as he watched their tits bounce up and down. 

The women waved, and he returned their salutations, before climbing into his SUV and heading into the city. Thoughts of his little blonde secretary all ready filling his head. 

Kitte cleared the house of smoke, then went back to the front door, locked it, noted the time and smiled. Drew had to work till 6:00, due to an unexpected surprise, so his Saturday morning was stolen from him. Daniel had five yards scheduled for this beautiful morning. Her daughter Alexis was on her way to Mikaela's place, and she had a great fuck in her back yard. She loved unexpected surprises. 

Slipping her skirt off her hips and down her legs, Katherine made her way to the patio doors. She pulled her blouse off and exposed her breasts to the morning sunshine. Opening the patio doors, she pulled a chair over, sat down and waited for Tad to notice her. 

She watched her lover, move around the pool his, shirt long gone and his bronzed skin was all ready glistening with the sweat that was pouring off his body. Her fingers moved over her nipples and down to her soaked pussy. Running a finger between the lips, she watched the rippling muscles of the 28 year old, blonde Adonis. 

Spreading her legs further, she dipped two fingers into her cunt and began to stroke the inner walls. Caressing the hot, mushy flesh, and then scrapping the sides with her nails. She moaned, shifted in her seat and pushed her fingers in deeper. Her eyes looked up, saw Tad's hazel ones locked on her pussy. Moving her hand faster, her sweet honey glistened in the sunlight. 

Smiling, she saw the net Tad had been using drop to the ground and his firm body move closer to her. His hands worked the button of his shorts, then the zipper. He closed the patio door, pulled the curtain closed and reached her side, as his cock sprung free. It bobbed in front of her as she ran her tongue over her lips. He pulled her head to his erect rod. "Suck it Kate," he growled. 

Kate continued to rub and fuck her pussy, as she took her free hand, grasped his shaft and inserted it into her mouth. Her tongue stroked the tip of his rod, while her fingers mashed into her sloppy cunt. The sounds of her wetness filled her ears and she continued to push and suck the dick of her lover deeper into her mouth. He pushed her head further onto his rod, telling her to suck it all, and not to leave anything behind. 

Looking up at him, she moved her head up and down on his cock, her hand twisting the shaft, while her other one screwed her pussy. She moved her tongue over the swollen muscle, sucking and tasting the bitter fluid that was seeping out. Her musky odor from the pulsating pussy filled her nostrils and she moaned louder. Tad continued to thrust his hips up to her mouth and push her head deeper. 

Soon the little stay-at-home sex columnist was deep throating the pool boy, filling the blood rushing through his extended vein, as she felt the walls of her cunt covered in her thick pussy juices. She worked his cock in a frenzy fuck, as she pulled her fingers from her pussy and began to pull and pinch her clit, soon she was feeling the signs of her pending orgasm, and she drove the fingers in deeper. 

His cock hit the back of her throat and she felt his hot seed soak her cheeks, teeth and tongue. Katherine hated cum, the taste sickened her, but she knew she had to swallow, she took all he offered. "That's right, slut. Suck it and drink it, you know you want my cock and that's the only way I'll fill your cunt with it. Take it all, baby girl."

Katherine stroked and milked the seed from his rod, taking the cum and feeling her own finally give over, as his orders that she swallow him, brought the crashing orgasm to the surface. She moaned loud as she continued to drive her fingers into her hot hole. Soon the cum from his cock was resting deep in her belly and her fingers were soaked with the juices of her sex. 




Cherry Hill Ch. 01



She took her hand and offered it to Tad, and more nectar slipped out as she watched him clean her fingers. "How long we got Kate?" he asked his fingers still in her hair, his cock resting just under her chin. 

"Hours..." she smiled. Standing up, she took his hand and led him upstairs. The two lovers fucked all morning and Katherine drank more cum then she really cared for.

*******

Michael took a second shower, washing his wife's pussy juice from his cheeks and chest hair. The memory of the morning caught his mind wandering and his cock rising. He wished it was his wife's pussy he was sliding in and out of instead of his soap-filled hand. His eyes closed and he could almost smell the sweet honey oozing from her waiting cunt, her musk so strong he could almost taste it in the air. His hand slid effortlessly and quickly along his raging cock, his mind filling with phantom images of his wife on her knees, whispering as she licked the tip of his cock, teasing him with the tip of her tongue, begging him to cum with her breath.

Slowly the visage of his thin, blue eyed, blonde-haired wife changed into the face of their guest, first the eyes changing over from a glazed sapphire to sparkling, devilish emeralds. The hair morphed slowly, changing length and then color, changing from its honey blonde into the dark brown, streaked with burgundy. Her lips engulfed his meat and slowly sank until her nose was wiggling against Michael's thick thatch of pubic hair. He could feel her throat contracting around his dick and her nails dig into his ass cheeks as she tried to inhale even more of his rampant cock. She slowly pushed herself off, letting the thick rim of his head pop noisily out of her lips, her eyes still devilish and sparkling, never leaving Michael's. Without warning, she plunged her lips down his shaft, the motion shooting through him like an electric jack hammer.

Her lips retreated and attacked down Michael's cock, her lips flattening the engorged veins. She started humming a tune that Michael couldn't have placed just then if there had been a gun to his head, but the sensations were vibrating his balls, sending his mind into a building orgasmic bliss that was leaving his head feeling detached and his body filled with an electric fog.

The only sound in Michael's ears were Abby's lips and mouth sloppily working his meat and the sound of the shower, but he could barely hear either over the thundering heartbeat in his ears. He felt only that wicked tongue licking her best friend's husband's dick, trying to coax his milky seed from his balls, and she was doing a damnable job. Michael felt her fingers start to slowly play with his sack as her mouth picked up speed, her nose slamming into his pubes and his dick popping out of her mouth so fast that he almost passed out from the sensation.

"Almost done?" she said, her voice a sultry silk over the sound of their passion and the roaring of Michael's pulse in his ears. He heard a pounding on the door.

"Shit! It's Joy!" Michael hissed, his head jerking to look at the door through the semi-transparent shower curtain. The excitement of what was going on mingled with the danger of having his wife kill both of them. His head flew back to Abby's face, only to see his own hand stroking his rock hard cock, covered in soapy lather. Michael let loose a sigh of relief, only to hear the pounding on the door again.

"I said are you almost done in there?" Abby's voice called through the oak panel door. Michael noticed that the water had long since gone cold, and his fantasy must have lasted a lot longer than he thought.

"Yeah, hold on," Michael called back. He noted with some dismay that his dick woulnd't go down. It was still hard from the dreamy cock sucking he just received, and the thought that the object of desire was right outside the door wasn't helping his situation; if anything, it made him harder.

Michael climbed out of the shower and toweled off, trying to wrap the towel around his waist enough to bring his throbbing dick down, but instead it only accentuated it, casting a long shadow along the rigid pole of flesh. Michael opened the door and Abby was standing right outside, still wearing her boxers and T-shirt.

"Jesus, F'ing Christ, took you long enough. What the hell were you doing in there, jerking...." Abby started chewing Michael's ass playfully. Her words stopped as her eyes traveled down his body and saw the thick root sticking out from his crotch. It throbbed when her eyes hit it. Abby let loose a small, quieted moan and her eyes snapped back to Michael's. Both were blushing profusely.

"I gotta get..." Michael started, motioning toward his bedroom.

"Yeah, I should really let..." Abby said, her eyes drifting to that magnificent cock again. The two passed in silence. Michael finished getting ready for work, and didn't see Abby for the rest of the morning.

Abby had hidden in her room, her pussy boiling from watching her friends fuck this morning and then the thought of Michael stroking that big piece of meat in the shower. She was walking around in her room, getting herself ready for the day as well, her fingers idly stroking her own pussy, feeling her excitement drip down her legs, and she wondered.

"Could he have been thinking about me?" Abby said, half out loud. "Is that why he was so red when he came out of there? Is that why he didn't go limp? He wanted me to..." Abby continued softly, but her concentration was broken by the stunning beauty of the neighbor's daughter sunbathing in their back yard, her naked skin glowing with suntan oil, her brunette hair tied back, and her bald pussy showing clearly between her parted thighs. Abby's mouth went dry and she focused on the vision, not caring about Michael's cock, Joy's cunt, or anything except her own fingers sending electric racing from her own clit to her rapidly spinning mind.



Cherry Hill Ch. 02



Natalie Meyers, lifted her large floppy hat from her head and wiped her sweaty brow, though it was still pretty early for the sun to be beating down on someone and making them sweat. Natalie had been working since the sun first started to peak above the horizon, casting its warm rays over her little house on Kumquat Lane. She arched her back and stretched her muscles, lifting her arms over her head. 

Her knees were imbedded in the cool dirt and her gardening gloves were caked with filth, while piles of weeds here and there were scattered over her vegetable patch. Plopping her hat back on her head, she continued to pick weeds and harvest her green beans at the same time. 

Natalie enjoyed living her quiet life, in her house in the peaceful town of Cherry Hill. She had her own flower bed, veggie patch and even her own fruit trees. Nothing could be better for Natalie. The residents of her lovely neighborhood enjoyed her dinner parties, and though she didn't mind being the one at the party without a mate, she did enjoy watching everyone eat and enjoy her home grown, and home flavored dishes.

She heard a sound coming from the front yard, standing up she stepped over her basket of goodies and walked down the row of beans to her left and corn on the cob to her right. Before she made it out of the row, she spotted a worm on a stalk of corn. "Damn critter, I don't need you eating my corn." Pinching the offensive critter off the ear of corn, she flicked it away. Her eyes checked out the ear, "This looks like it's ready to harvest."

Plucking the corn from it's stalk, she headed towards the gate that separated her garden from her front yard. Natalie watched the Allan brothers jog past. The eldest Brian, looked like he was barely breaking a sweat, where the younger looked as if he was doing all he could to keep up with his older brother. Natalie felt a tingle in her groin as she watched their firm ass muscles move with each lift and fall. She licked her lips imaging their thick cocks, buried inside her pussy. 

Then, Natalie noticed the group of women following the men. Their breasts were bouncing and she saw their occasional pointing of fingers, toward the men in front of them. Natalie moaned as she remembered how it had been when she had a fresh pussy in front of her face. Her tongue would sweep down and lick the sweet hole, then suck the tasty nectar from the cunt that was laid open for her. 

Natalie could feel the slick wetness of her pussy, as she thought about her past lovers, but none of them compared to her new lovers. That thought Natalie back to the present, and another moan escaped her mouth. Looking down she blushed, hoping the joggers hadn't seen her, and what she was doing with the ear of corn. 

She quickly removed the corn from her crotch, and slipped over to her back porch. Sitting down, on her whicker chair, she ran the corn once more over her shorts. Pushing harder with the husk covered vegetable. Natalie bit her lip, and quickly undid her shorts, and pushed them down to her knees, lifting her ass just enough to ease her quest, then she slipped her fingers inside. Her pussy was so wet, she heard the slick juices covering her digits. Natalie groaned as she removed her hand, and removed the husk from the corn. She ran her hands over the soft, silky strands of yellow satin that hung to the ear of corn. 

Imagining it to be the curls of a lover's pussy, she ran her tongue over the thin strips, then took the corn and deep throated it. She pushed the golden rod into her mouth, taking it deep, and rubbing her clit at the same time with her finger. Her tongue lapped at the corn, her mouth fucking it, soon she was thrashing and moaning. 

Moving the corn from her mouth, she switched places with her fingers. She sucked her juice clean and quickly inserted the rod, that was both soft and hard, into her sloppy vagina. Natalie loved corn, loved the ridges of each row that the corn was lined up in. Her body enjoyed the tip when it would be soft and could tickle the walls of her cunt. 

What Natalie liked the most about corn was the variety of sizes she could have. She could fuck her pussy with either a small ear of golden cock or she could ram it hard with the Indian corn she raised, she love that kind, it was so hard and the colors reminded her of her black lovers. 

Ramming the tool deeper into her hot pussy, Natalie pinched and pulled at her perk nipples, through her shirt. Thrusting her natural cock into her cunt, she pushed her shirt up and toyed once more with her lush breasts. The hairs of her sex were slicked with the wet juice that the corn kept devouring to her body. Strands of the corn's hair, mixed with her pubic ones, making her pussy feel as if a lover's curls caressed her. 

She felt the orgasm building up inside her, she forced the vegetable deeper, letting it hit the bone in her pelvis, "Ohhh fuck yes, my beauty," she called out as she fucked herself faster and harder. Natalie felt the first wave of cum rush through her body, as her legs went straight out in front of her, and stiffened. Her breath came in gasps as she forced her hands to push the yellow cock, completely inside her hole, only leaving the small end of the stalk to hold on to.

"OHHH... FUCKING... MAKE ME CUM... OHHHH FUCK YESSS!!!!." Natalie screamed out as the cum soaked her corn cob, her pussy walls, lips and her fingers that were holding the rod deep into her cut. She shivered as she slowly began to work the tool in and out, finally finishing the clutching of its kernels.

Natalie took her love veggie and smiled at the cum soaked member, the sun made each kernel glisten like her daisies after a morning rain. Her hand carried the corn to her lips, her tongue began its own tasty treat, as it began to clean the corn off. She ran her muscle from the base of the cob, all the way to the tip. She stroked each row of kernels, till she was satisfied that she had cleaned the cum from each one. 

Looking satisfied she deep throated the object one last time, stroking it with her tongue and sucking the cum juice from the tip. Natalie shuddered, removed her lover from her mouth, and slipped her shirt back down, and pulled her shorts up from around her ankles. Placing a kiss against the vegetable, she stood up and gathered her basket of veggies, "I'll take care of the rest of you later," she winked at the unpicked beans and weeds. 

Her face was glowing as she thought of the tasty corn cob she would enjoy with her supper later that night. The melted butter oozing off her hot cock, only excited her more, and when Natalie entered her kitchen and saw the almost ripened bananas, she almost came again.

********

Zoe had just woke up for the day. She was getting used to sleeping in now that classes had ended for the summer, but she needed to find a job; her parents were getting tired of footing the bill for school and rent, not to mention all the partying that went on in the house. The thought of work put a snarl in Zoe's lip, but she'd need something to do after college anyway, and she really wasn't learning much from fucking all her teachers to raise her grades. It did expose her to hidden talents that the once-innocent girl could have never guessed about when she was in high school, but that's been 5 years ago.

Zoe got a look at herself in the mirror. Her tired eyes focused slowly on the threadbare AC/DC shirt she was wearing, the black fabric so thin in places that her pale skin was a white shadow. The shirt ended, her thin legs extending down to her knobby knees and then out of site to her feet.

Following her gaze back up the mirror, she saw the gentle swell of her breast, wishing automatically that they were bigger, like her friend and roommate's tits. Both Heather and the new girl Yolanda had a bigger rack than she did, but Zoe took comfort in the fact that she sported a very comfortable, firm, perky nippled B-cup; it wouldn't be much longer and her roommates' tits would both start to sag. She noted with delight that her nipples were tenting the small swell of her breasts, and she got lost for a second in the feel of the shirt she was wearing against her sensitive skin; the cotton worn down so far it almost felt like silk against her skin. She tore her mind back to the present and continued her gaze up her slender neck to her face.

Freckles splashed across her cheeks and nose, and she hated those the most. Zoe still counted herself lucky to not have had acne like most of the girls in her class, but these Goddamned freckles! No matter how serious she was trying to look, they made her look like she was 10 years too young to do anything. The short, curly mop of tangled of strawberry red hair brought another curl to her lip. It was a bitch to take care of, a bitch to keep in place, and uncooperative in all the worst ways that hair can be. 

Her eyes were a chocolate brown, standing in stark contrast to her pale skin and light red hair. They drew people in, almost hypnotizing them, and that was just fine by her; they got her almost every piece of pussy and every hard cock she wanted. Between that and the amazing shape she stayed in from fucking every piece of tail she could wrap her thighs or tongue around, she was overall impressed with herself.

There was still the ritual, though, everyday, check the mirror. Zoe heard herself sigh and she shifted her eyes back down her body again, getting a firm boost of reassurance.

"It's gonna be a good day," she said to herself, looking back at her face and smiling. "It's gonna be a....what the fuck?" she started to repeat, her own thoughts breaking her pep talk. Her eyes had caught something on the other side of her curtains; some thing didn't look right. She swore she saw the neighbor girl on her porch jacking herself off. Zoe shook her head and forced herself to focus on the image. 

Just through the gap in the gossamer curtains, she saw Natalie in the "privacy" of her own porch, fucking herself furiously, her face contorted by moans and screams as her hands flew at her pussy, her naked chest exposed. Zoe was almost hypnotized by the dancing tits, wobbling in wild circles as her dildo fucked in and out of her pussy furiously.

Zoe's own hand slid around her thigh subconsciously, lifting the hem of her favorite T-shirt, softly teasing her flesh as her finger tips raked and tickled to her own super-heating pussy. She felt her liquid pleasure wet her finger tips and turn her thighs sticky; her eyes glued to her masturbating neighbor.

The brunette was working herself over faster and faster, her left hand pinching and pulling her nipples, her right was wanking a dildo in and out of her sloppy pussy. She could see the yellow cock stretching what Zoe could make out of her pink sex, and she could see it glistening with Natalie's pussy juice. The sounds of her own sloppy pussy drooling on the three fingers she was pumping in and out of her craven cunt filled the room. She felt her body start to shake, the heady aroma of her creaming box filled her nose and overpowered her senses. Her eyes were still locked on her neighbor's steaming snatch and that yellow rod she was plunging deep in her pussy. A voice inside her mind begged Zoe to open the window, to hear the sounds and filth being uttered and screamed from her neighbor, but she didn't want her hands to leave her body, she didn't want to stop molesting her body in the same way Natalie was.

She was on the verge, Zoe felt the orgasm start to build to its height; her toes started to curl and her brain started to go numb with the electricity coursing through her pussy. The neighbor girl finished first, pulling her fuck stick from her pussy, the hole not closing right away, the blackness in the center of the glistening pink drawing Zoe in deeper. Her mind barely registered as she saw Natalie lift the dildo to her mouth and watched her deep throat her own juices off the object.

Zoe's mind had a moment of clarity. The world paused for a second around her, moving in such slow motion she could see everything in amazing detail. Her neighbor's brown furred beaver in mid-twitch, the pink lips still wide open and shining with her girl juice, her tongue starting to reach out for the dildo; all in perfect clarity. Natalie's tiny pink nipples were at full attention, her light tan skin was glistening with sweat from working in the garden in the early morning heat and from the thorough fucking she just gave herself. The dildo, glistening and dripping with Natalie's cum was in perfect view; the long, thick cock, covered in rows and rows of tiny bumps.

Before Zoe's brain had time to register, her world caught back up to her and her pussy exploded, taking her mind with it. Her plunging fingers hit her G-spot, her mind reeled, her pussy spasmed, her juices ran down into her hand, down her thighs, and dripped onto the carpet. She was vaguely aware that she was moaning loudly as she collapsed under her shaking knees and quaking thighs.

Her body was still twitching as she came back to reality, her muscles still humming and her pussy still singing in orgasmic bliss. She leaned back, placing her sweat drenched back against the cool wall. Her mind puzzled through what she had seen.

"Was she fucking herself with an ear of sweet corn?" Zoe heard her voice ask. She replayed the scene in her head, instantly re-warming her eager cunt. Sure enough, she even saw the kernels teasing and stretching Natalie's overworked sex as it disappeared row by row into her. Zoe's own pussy twitched in want and need.

"Goddamn," she said to herself, trying to catch her breath. "I need to take up gardening."

********

Tonya Reese stared out the window as the beautiful joggers rounded the corner, she made out the Allan boys, and waved to them from her kitchen window. Then she saw Star, Lynn and Sarah pause. She watched young Star wave goodbye, and jog back around the corner and across the street back onto Kumquat Lane. 

"I really should get my butt out there and jog with them," Tonya mumbled to herself, she watched the perfect bodies, move past her home on Melon Lane, knowing that Lynn would be heading into her house at the end of the block soon. 

"Your ass is perfect, as is the rest of you," the deep voice of her husband came up behind her. His fingers slide over her thighs. "Do you have appointments today?"

Tonya turned around and pressed her 48 DD tits into her husband's chest. "Yes, I have three facials scheduled, and thanks for liking my ass baby." She kissed his lips, and stroked her tongue along his, tasting the remains of his morning coffee. "What do you have planned today?"

"Golf!" He told her, "I'm going to head over there and drive a few balls into the ponds, just for the hell of it."

She laughed, grabbed her purse and headed to the mall to start her Saturday morning shift at the beauty shop. Tonya hoped her day would go by quickly, actually she wanted her whole weekend to fly by quickly. Her monthly dental appointment was schedule for first thing Monday morning and she really wanted to be in that chair being drilled. Shivers coarsed through her veins as she thought of the Hygentist fucking her sloppy cunt. Tonya drove out of the neighborhood and headed toward the city. 

It wasn't long before her husband Sheldon had left the house. He pulled out and headed to the country club. His mind thought of the Ladies Club that was meeting this morning, he hadn't met the newest member, didn't even know her name, but her golden hair that rested on her head, made him wonder if her pussy was just as golden. 

He puttered along, enjoying the feel of the wind whipping at his salt and pepper grey hair. Running his fingers through it, he looked in his rear view mirror, "Not bad for 53," he told his reflection. He imaged his wife's features, and felt his cock stir. "She looks good for 45 also," he told himself. Her ass was perfect, rode and soft. He loved pressing into it with his hard cock. Her titties were more then most men could handle, but the way they wrapped around his shaft, was pure heaven. 

Soon he found himself, parking his car, and heading into the club bar. "You golfing today?" 

Sheldon looked at the manager of the club, "Nay.. think I'll just have something at the bar."

"Well their gonna start the Ladies Club meeting soon. So if I were you, I'd get my drink and head to the billiards room." The manager turned and walked away, leaving Sheldon to his own decisions. He went into the bar, and scanned the room. The little juicy peach was sitting there, fifteen minutes early. His cock ached with the idea of having the blond slut's pussy buried against his face. 

He ordered his scotch and lime and headed towards the girl. "Hi, mind if I share this place with you?" The girl looked up at him, "You look familiar, have we met?" 

She looked at him like he'd grown a horn from his head, "Mr. Reese! I'm Emily Krest, I live down on Kumquat Lane."

Sheldon smiled, "Oh, goodness me, how are you Emily? My you sure have grown," his eyes devoured the young woman, taking in her long exposed legs, and her beautiful gold curls. "I haven't seen you all year, what have you been up to?"

"School, thank God its over!" She laughed, "So here to play golf, or here to play?"

He looked at her questionably, "Play?"

Emily looked at him, cocked her brow, "Mr. Reese," she leaned over the table, her elbows rested on it, pushing her breasts together. "I'm eighteen, and I'm not an idiot, I know what happens here at the club, so are you here for golf or some other play?"

Sheldon shifted in his seat, "Well, I was coming to play with the newest member of the Ladies Club, but I believe that is you, so I'll have to find another form of play this morning."

"Why?"

His surprise was obvious, to Emily Krest, when she boldly stroked his rod, "I like to play, Sheldon, and I'm very good at it," she ran her tongue over her pearly whites. The dentist had given her a discounted price on her cleaning last night, and the Hygentist had helped clean her pussy as well. 

"Emily, how much do you like to play?" Sheldon felt his cock stiff and hard, inside his shorts. He looked at her young tits, his fingers now begging to squeeze and kneed their flesh. Opening his legs he urged her onward, "So where would you like to play?"

Emily smiled and grabbed her purse. "I'll tell you what Sheldon, I'm going to fuck you on the 18th hole." Standing up she, brought her hands from his cock, and walked ahead of him. 

Sheldon got one of the club carts, and he and Emily headed for the 18th hole. The club wasn't to busy yet, most of the husbands showed up after the Ladies Club dispersed. If a husband was around or even near the place, he was usually appointed some task for the next upcoming charity function. 

As they headed out Emily worked open the fly of Sheldon's cock. "Slow down honey," she said. 

"Call me daddy," he groaned. 

"Mmmmm.... is that what you want?" Emily slipped her hands down his cock, "You and the Mrs don't have children, did you always want a little girl to call you "daddy"?" 

He looked at the blonde, his cock hovering just a breath from his cock, "Yes, Emily, I want my blonde baby girl to call me daddy."

Emily put on a pouty expression, "Okay, Daddy, do you want me to suck your penis?" Emily said the term in a young innocent voice. 

"Ohhh, yes sweetheart suck on Daddy's dick," Sheldon felt her young mouth move over his cock, and he felt the golf cart slow considerably. He looked around and drove it into the woods. Cutting the motor he leaned his arm back and watched his baby girl fuck his cock. 

Her tongue ran over the head of his rod, tasting the skin. "Ohhh yesss Emily sweets, fuck Daddy's big hard cock." His hips lifted to her mouth, and he moaned when her tongue circled the head.

"Daddy,"she whimpered its so big, "I'm scared," she looked up to him, tears in her eyes. 




Cherry Hill Ch. 02



"Fuck she's good," Sheldon thought, "Fuck it Honey, make Daddy happy. Go on, it will make me feel good." He watched as she sucked on the tip of his cock then took the whole rod in deep. He was groaning in pleasure, his hands tangled in his hair. He pulled her head off his cock, "Oh baby girl, you forgot something."

Emily looked at him, for a brief moment, lost her little act. Then her mind grasped the forgotten thing, and her face became the innocent cherub that had his cock resting on her lips. Her fingers stroked his balls, "Daddy, can I..." she hesitated, forcing her face to flush. "Ohhh Daddy can I suck on these too?" her tongue slid over the spheres in his sac. "You have to baby girl, fuck my balls to. Suck Daddy, his cum will want to rest in your mouth, can you take your Daddy's juice."

Tossing her blonde curls back, she looked at Sheldon, "Ohhhh Daddy, I'm so thirsty, I will drink you, I love you Daddy." Emily sucked in his balls taking each one and toying with it before popping it back out. Her mouth came back and sucked on his tool, she bobbed her head faster and faster, fucking his cock deep and hard. 

"Ohhhh yesss, my little girl! FUCK DADDY'S COCK!!" he pushed her mouth to the base of his cock, "TAKE IT ALL!! DADDY'S GONNA CUM..!!!" Sheldon's voice rocked against the trees as his cum shot into the young woman's mouth, she licked and stroked his rod, milking his seed. He shuddered as she emptied his cock. 

Soon he was giving small grunts of releases, until she licked him, clean. "I knew you'd be a great Dad, if you could have been."

"Yes, but I think I need to check something." Sheldon pushed his hand up to the cunt, "Ohhh dear, Emily, honey, your pussy is wet."

She grinned, and spread her legs wider, as she now had settled herself on the seat of the golf cart. "Ohhh, and I probably smell bad, too, don't I?"

Sheldon took his fingers from her cunt, and ran them under his nose, then licked the pussy juices, "You smell and taste like heaven."

"Ohhh, can I taste?" Emily's eyes were hungry with lust. She sucked the cum from his fingers, as she moaned his name, "Daddy, I'm getting wetter."

Taking her hand, Sheldon led Emily to the back of the cart, he grabbed her waist and plopped her on the back of the cart. He spread her legs, "I'll clean you sweetie, let Daddy wash you."His tongue slid over the silky hair, that was trimmed nice and pretty. He licked the juices of her cunt, blew hot air into her hole. 

Sheldon tasted her cunt, loving its unique flavor, "Nothing like blonde pussy," he told her before his mouth and teeth pushed and drank her fluids from her body. 

"OHHH FUCK ME DADDY... OOHHHHH GODDDD" Emily screamed as she finally came, hard for Mr. Reese. Sheldon drove into her, biting her clit and pulling the lips of her sex. He fucked her till she came two more times. "Fucking Wow!" Emily sighed. 

"Mmm... I hope to play with you more," Sheldon smiled. 

Emily scooted off his cart, and bounced herself back to her seat. "Oh yes, I'd like that. She wiped his cum from her chin, and licked her palm clean. The two returned to the club, just as the brunch was finishing. 

"I'll see you again?" Sheldon asked, a knowing smile soon turned to surprise when he heard, "Mr. Reese that was a sample," before he could ask, she handed him a gold foil trimmed business card. Emily waved and blue him a kiss goodnight. 

Sheldon's eyebrows rose as he read the card; Delightful Darlings for you Dinner Dates. Emerald Eyes, Escort Service." Sheldon tucked the card in his wallet. He'd be calling Emily Krest again, and perhaps he'd find some play toys for his wife. 

********

Alexis Bakker rolled over and saw her alarm clock. She saw that it was set to go off in 5 minutes, but she really didn't want to be out of bed at 9 am, so she turned it off and rolled over; summer break had just started, and goddamn it, she wanted to enjoy it. The soft hum of the conditioned air being piped into her room lulled her back to sleep, her nipples hard from the cold air caressing her naked body, leaving her pussy delightfully wet. A smile crossed her face and she slid back into slumber land.

At noon, she finally woke up, got up out of bed and wandered down stairs. It hit her that she was completely naked, but she didn't care; her father would be at work and her brother would be out mowing yards and fucking the neighbors senseless. She bounced down stairs, enjoying the feeling of her breasts bobbing lightly with each step and she made her way into the kitchen, finding her very disheveled mother smoking a cigarette, bathrobe open, her naked, hot body still sweating from the fucking the pool boy gave her.

"How's Tad this morning?" Alex said, digging through the fridge, taking a little extra time to feel the cool air caress her nipples.

"Alexis Anne Bakker!" Kittie shouted in surprise. Had she been careless enough to let her daughter watch her get fucked six ways from Sunday by the pool boy again? The thoughts raced through Katherine's mind at hundred miles a minute, as well as the sickening feeling she always got when she thought she'd been caught.

"What? I didn't see you this time," Alexis said, standing up and pouring a glass of milk, facing her mother across the island in their kitchen.

"Then..." her mother slipped out. Alexis looked up from her milk and stared at her mother as if she was an idiot.

"Mom, there's cum in your hair. A lot of it. You reek of sex," Alex said before gulping her milk down. A small rivulet of it escaped the corner of her mouth and quickly ran down her chin, dripping down to her perky left tit. Kittie's eyes couldn't help but follow the drop as it gathered under her nipple and threatened to drip. Her pussy stirred back to life and flooded with moisture, threatening to drip as well. Kittie cleared her throat and tried to run her fingers through her hair as nonchalantly as possible. She combed them through a few times, finding nothing.

"Caughtcha," Alex chimed. She put her dirty glass in the dishwasher, bending over and giving her mother a good, long look at her tender pink pussy, the little bit of blonde fuzz she hadn't shaved looking golden in the light streaming through the window.

Kittie cleared her throat loudly and she felt her cheeks burning.

"So, you've graduated High School, now," she said, looking for a rapid conversation switch. 

"Yup," Alex said, stepping to her mother's side. She saw her mother's jealous eyes rounding over her youthful tits and turgid nipples. She blushed a little, but still presented herself to her mother, trying to see what her over-sexed parent would do. 

"So are you going to go get a job?" Kittie said deadpan, looking her almost 19 year old in the eyes. She was trying to not make it look forced.

"Why? I got the church scholarship. What do I need money for?" Alexis said, almost confused. Kittie shook her head and sighed loudly.

"That reminds me, didn't you have an appointment at Pastor O'Malley's this afternoon to talk about that scholarship? Sign some papers or something?"

"Oh shit!" Alex said, her head snapping around to look at the clock. It just rolled over to 12:05 as she looked at it.

"I was supposed to meet him for dinner at the Parish!" Alex said, flying out of the room and back up stairs. 

"Alexis Anne! Don't speed! One more ticket and you'll loose your license!" Kittie yelled up the stairs. The statement barely registered with her daughter who was busily pulling clothes on. She wasn't up stairs for 2 minutes before she ran back down again, a pair of pink low-riding running pants on and a loose tank top that showed off way to much for a meeting with Pastor O'Malley. She was a blur in her mother's eyes, but Kittie still caught that she wasn't wearing panties or a bra.

"Alex, be home for..." Kittie started, standing up and craning her neck toward the door. Her voice was cut off by the slamming of the front door. "...dinner," Kittie continued, her voice weak.

Alexis didn't even hear her mother. She jumped in the Jaguar and was out of the garage and down the street, barely aware that her speedometer was registering at 30 over the legal limit. She wove through residential streets to the back way to the highway, taking alley ways and seldom used roads, trying to avoid the cops. A quick look in her rearview mirror when she was almost ready to turn back to the main road and hit the by-pass told her she didn't try hard enough. Flashing lights filled her mirror and she swore, slowing down in the alley way.

"Goddamnit, I can't get another ticket," she said to herself, rolling her pants down in front and pulling them down in the back, showing off the crests of her hips and whispering dirty promises of what lie just another quarter-inch down. She also pulled the neck of her tank top open a little further, exposing more than a fair amount of cleavage. Her hands went to her tits and she massaged her nipples to life, letting a little moan escape as the tented the fabric covering them. Alexis completed the image by making sure her seat belt was off, giving a perfect shot of her tits down the top of her shirt. She no more than finished squirming than the officer walked over to her car. He tapped on the window and Alex pushed the button to roll the window down.

"Is there a problem officer?" Alexis said in her perky voice. She smiled big and pushed her breasts together with her arms then letting them bounce a little, her emerald eyes sparkling right above her white pearls. She absorbed the Latino officer before her, taking in his tall, muscular frame and neat hair cut. She could almost get lost in the black eyes, nearly void of pupils, that shined back at her like black diamonds.

"Well, as a matter of fact there is, ma'am" the officer said with a southern Texas accent. Alexis shivered in her seat and she felt her cunt heat up.

"Oooh, officer, I love your accent! South Texas?" she piped. Her tongue licked out slowly between her lips and then along the open ridge before sliding slowly back into her mouth.

"Yes, ma'am, McAllen, actually. Now, I clocked you back there at..." the officer tried to start.

"Is it true what they say about Texas?" Alexis purred, biting her lower lip.

"Ma'am?" the officer said, his breathing visibly quickening and his skin flushing.

"That everything is," she paused licking her lips again, "bigger?"

The officer cleared his throat and was noticeably uncomfortable. Alexis blatantly stared at the officer's crotch and let out an approving moan, her lips curving into a devilish smile.

"Ma'am...." the officer started, clearing his throat. Alex giggled.

"You don't have to call me that," she said, still giggling. "My name is Alexis, my friends call me Alex, and you," she said, spreading her legs, stretching the thin pink material tight across the bulge of her pussy. "You can call me anything you want," Alex finished, trailing her finger up the officer's thigh. Her finger nail grated against the officer's rapidly hardening cock and he cleared his throat again, making Alex giggle once more.

"Careful officer," Alex paused and looked at the man's name badge quickly. "Crimson. You wouldn't want me to catch what you've got. I might need something to," she paused and looked at the cop's now blatantly bulging dick, "clear my throat," she purred.

"Ma'am, if you don't calm down, I'm afraid I'll have to take you..." Crimson started, trying to regain control of the situation.

"Please?" Alex said innocently. "You can take me anyway you want to," she said her voice gone from its perky innocence to a sultry tone. "You can even handcuff me," she said winking. She noticed the officer's impressive rod twitch noticeably against his thigh. "I'll be good, I promise," she said, her eyes glittering with apparent lust. No matter how much Alexis needed to get the Pastor's meeting, if she got a speeding ticket, she'd have her license expended. Then it didn't matter what her scholarship said, she couldn't go to school.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of your vehicle," Officer Crimson said, a broad smile on his face, with the devil griming behind his eyes. He could damn near smell this little blonde's snatch, and he could almost feel it wrapped around his 7 and a half inches of Latino heat.

"Oh? Was I bad, Officer Crimson?" Alex said, opening her door slowly, swinging one leg out, massaging her pussy with one hand, pushing the pink fabric into her golden framed slit, her other hand playing with her left nipple, pulling the shirt almost low enough to show the pink of her areola against her tan tit-flesh.

"Yes, Alexis. Please go to the patrol car," Crimson said with the authority returning to his voice. Alexis swung her hips, knowing she was showing off the top of her ass, making it perfectly evident to the officer watching her that she was not wearing panties.

"Hands flat out against the car and spread your legs, ma'am," Crimson said, with more authority. 

"Yes, sir," Alex said perkily. She was starting to enjoy where this was going, and her pussy was responding in kind. She felt her breath take off on its own and her heart was a jackhammer in her chest. She felt the officer's hands run up her legs, the tips raking roughly over the soft cotton of her running pants. She shivered as he reached her inner thighs, one hand caressing, slapping, and again caressing her tight ass, the other running one finger at a time through her steamy pussy. She didn't realize until then how swampy her cunt had become and how much all of this was turning her on.

"And what have we here, miss?" Crimson said, fondling her pussy through the thin cotton pants. She couldn't help but whimper and moan under his rough touch.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Officer," she said coyly, trying to speak without gasping while the officer fondled her from behind. She turned to face him, smiling.

"Eyes forward!" Crimson half-shouted. Alexis shot her head around. "Put your hands behind your back, Ma'am. We'll get to the bottom of this soon enough," he said forcefully, pushing the fabric covering her shapely ass down, slowly exposing her pussy to the open air. Alexis gasped involuntarily at the sensation, the cool air caressing her pussy and bringing her dream back to mind, the Pastor in front of her, slowly stroking his rod...

"I said hands behind your back," Crimson said, the play gone from his voice. She felt the tip of something cold and thick smack against her ass and she quickly reasoned that it was the officer's night stick. 

"Oooh, sorry, officer," she said. She was rewarded with another solid whack across her ass. Her arms went back to the small of her back and she felt the cold steel of hand cuffs slap down on each wrist. She also felt the night stick probing her anxious little pussy, rubbing along her slit, getting coated in her juice.

"Just where were you going dressed like this, slut?" Officer Crimson demanded. He softly slapped the Billy club against her pussy, making sure to catch her delicate clit. She jumped and yelped, but her back arched and she purred, spreading her legs further.

"I was going to see my priest," Alex moaned, arching her ass toward the cop behind her, her shirt barely concealing her tits as it drug higher against the car.

"Well, we can't have you going to a priest," Officer Crimson paused for a second, letting Alex feel the tip of his cock running up and down her pussy, the fleshy heat making her body tingle after the cold foreignness of the night stick. "With something to confess," he said, sliding into her cum slicked cunt.

"Oooh, Officer," Alex moaned excitedly. "This is a lot more fun than getting a ticket!" Crimson laughed and pulled on the chain of her hand cuffs, pushing himself deeper into her tight little pussy.

"I'll say," Crimson said, panting already. The exchange had left him horny as fuck, and he knew he wouldn't last long in this short blonde's tight box. She squeezed his cock hard every time he pulled out and barely let up every time he pushed in, her cum rolling out with his glistening prick.

"Officer, you're not going to cum in me, are you?" Alex said, rolling her hips in a belly dance against Crimson's cock as it buried back inside her. Crimson jerked her up to a standing position, lifting her off the ground by his cock, her tip toes barely scratching the gravel.

"You're Goddamned right I'm going to," Crimson hissed. She felt his body twitch, his muscles convulse, and his cock throb thicker in her pussy. The feeling was such a mixture of pain and pleasure for her that she couldn't even scream, her mouth open and her body trying to hunch over, but nothing came out of her mouth and she was powerless to move in Crimson's arms. Her orgasm from the sudden move left her body twitching and her senses reeling. She was barely aware of the heavy, thick throb of the cock buried in her womb as it poured Officer Crimson's cum deep into her belly.

It took everything that Crimson had to not fall over. He forced his knees to support him as he flooded the white pussy with his spunk. His body rocked and tried to collapse as he twitched, his powerful abs almost bending him in half, but he remained standing up by force of will.

Alexis felt her feet hit the ground and she fell forward against the car, her burning nipples sending jolts through her body, almost electrifying her being as she was washed over by micro orgasms. She felt the Officer's thick cock pull out, heard the squishing pop, and felt the mixture of their cum roll out of her pussy, splattering on the ground between her feet and rolling down her thighs.

"You're free to go, Ma'am," Officer Crimson said, wiping his cock off on her running pants. "I wouldn't get caught speeding again, though."

"With a punishment like this," Alexis said half-under her breath as she felt the handcuffs come off her wrists. "I think I may just develop a lead foot."

Crimson quietly laughed, his bass filled voice echoing off the fences and buildings framing the alley way. He got back in his car, Alexis pulled up her pants, feeling the cum cement the fabric to her abused skin, and wandered back to the Jag. The engine roared to life and she looked at the clock.

"Fuckin' A. 12:30. Now I am going to get it from Pastor," she grumbled, putting the car into gear and feeling her pussy heat up even hotter, her mind racing at the thought of Pastor punishing her.

********

Tonya Sheldon pulled into the mall parking lot, and meandered through until she found the perfect place to park her Mustang. She headed into the mall, smiled at the security guards over by the Starbucks, and quickly settled in just as her first customer showed up. 

Mall music played in the background, as the elderly lady sat down in the chair and relaxed. Tonya could smell the minty scented BenGay and she tried not to vomit over the reeking fumes. She applied the cleanser then allowed the woman to wash it off. Once her face was cleaned Tonya smeared the mask over the customer's features, grabbed some freshly sliced cucumbers and placed them on the woman's lips. "Now, I'll be sitting here and when the timer goes off, in ten minutes, we'll wash all that gunk off your face."

She looked over and noticed a young woman standing just inside the entrance of the beauty shop. "Can I help you?" Tonya asked, her eyes raking over the redhead. 

"I had an appointment to get my nails done, but I don't see the girl that made my appointment for me here." the young redheaded beauty looked around her eyes resting on Tonya.

"Well she called in sick, but I can do them for you if you'd like. It won't take me to long to finish up this customer," she offered a chair to the woman in front of the table. Tonya moved the various manicure tools to the side and watched as the pretty redhead sat down. "I'm Tonya," she sat extending her hand. "I haven't seen you here before."




Cherry Hill Ch. 02



"I'm Chrytsa Kaiser. This is my first appointment here." Chrysta smiled at the woman, letting her eyes travel over her face then dip down to her neck. She felt a flutter in her stomach as she continued to follow the woman's partially opened blouse. The cleavage was magnificent, and Chrysta felt her pussy begin to throb.

Tonya would've have to have been blind, to not see the woman across from her, practically fucking her tits with her eyes. Her cunt started leaking almost instantly. She took Chrysta's hands in her's and slowly began to massage each finger. "We'll get your hands all relaxed then your fingertips can sit in this gel." She nodded her head toward the blue chemical, not wanting to break contact with Chrysta's hands. 

"Do you like what you see... here at the mall?" Tonya asked.

Chrysta heard the underlying question, and ran her leg over the other woman's foot. "Yes, Tonya, I think I like this mall a lot." Her brows lifted, while she ran her tongue over her lips. 

As she massaged Chrysta's fingers, then slowly moved them up her hand. "How long does the old broad have?" Chrysta asked. 

Tonya looked at the timer. "About 6 minutes, but she can go longer. She comes in her gets the facial, we get to the mask, and she falls asleep in the damn chair." She rolled her eyes, "but fuck, she tips well and I don't have much going on today." 

"Tonya," Chrysta's foot slipped from her sandals and slid up the Cosmotologist's calf then up to her thigh. "I tip well too, if I'm a satisfied customer." Chrysta's pussy was soaking her skirt, and the chair she was sitting on. She had long given up wearing panties. Once she realized how much fucking in public, made her orgasm, she wore the easiest accessible clothes she could. 

Spreading her legs wider, Tonya reached over the table and inserted her finger into Chrysta's mouth. "I would love to see how big a tip you'd be willing to give me."

"Then you better stop wasting my time, because your gratuity is slowly dripping away."

Tonya scooted her chair back, and moved under the table. She had always meant to thank the owner of the place for installing the long runners around the tables. Tonya promised that today she would show her thanks, before she left. When she settled under the table, her pussy got even more wet when she saw the red bush of fur spread open before her.

Chrysta's cunt was sloppy and she could feel the warm breath of the woman touching her thighs. "Come on, slut, you need to earn your money. I'm not a satisfied customer." She felt fingernails on the inside of each leg, as the woman spread them out further. 

The cunt was a welcoming target to Tonya's mouth. It begged her to lick and suck it clean. She pushed her face between Chrysta's legs. Running her tongue over the red curls, she tasted the juices that seemed to flow free. She flicked the clit, several times, before diving in and biting the slender piece of flesh. She could feel the textured sex and pushed her face deeper, letting her chin stir the wet lips of the customer's cunt.

"Oh fuck yes, baby!" Chrysta moaned out, then turned to look at the old lady snoring. She pushed her pussy further down in the chair, and started to tease her own nipples. Her wet lips were being lavished by the employee, and Chrysta emptied more juices from her slick walls. One of her hands reached under the table and she forced the woman's face deeper into her cunt. 

Tonya ran her tongue between the wet folds of the woman's pussy, sucking on the fluids that kept running in a steady stream. Using her fingers she separated the engorged folds, and began to thrust her tongue inside the hot hole of the woman's cunt. "Mmmm... baby you taste so fucking good," Tonya whispered, before diving her mouth back to the waiting curls.

Chrysta clamped her muscles around the tongue that was fucking her. She heard a sound come from beside her. Looking over to the old woman, Chrysta raised the skirt of the table and let the old broad see what was happening. The old woman's eyes grew wide, and her fingers began to rub her cunt.

The mouth working on the red haired pussy was soon fighting for space with Tonya's long finger. She fucked the rosy cunt with hard drives. Her brightly painted fingernail scrapped the wall of Chrysta's cunt, and brought forth another oozing stream of juice. 

Tonya slid her tongue in and out, sucking and tasting Chrysta's sweet honey. She moaned and blew hot air into hole of the customer's body. Faster finger fucked the warm cunt, and harder she sucked the skin that was sloppy and smelly beneath her nose. Breathing hard, she heard the moan and growl coming from Chrysta's mouth.

"Cum for me baby... cum... I want it, I need it," Tonya pushed two more fingers into the hot soaked pussy, and pushed all three of them faster and harder. Fucking her cunt with the driving force of a jack hammer. She tasted the cum that gushed out of the red haired, pussy soaked woman. 

The cum ran like a rushing river from Chrysta's body. She soaked Tonya's face, as she watched the old woman, dip her fingers into her skirt. It wasn't long before the old woman was thrashing on the reclined chair. Her face contorted as she finger fucked herself, the green mask on her skin cracking. 

Chrysta turned back and thrust her hips, and the woman's head back into her cunt. "Clean me up, whore," she told Tonya. 

Tonya looked up into Chrysta's eyes, then once more devoured the sweet pussy before her. She licked the woman's thighs, then the hairs of the red pussy. Her own pussy was on fire, and she ached for release, her chin glistened in what little light escaped under the table. 

"Good girl," Chrysta purred, then had Tonya rise up. 

When Tonya moved back to her seat, she saw the old woman bring a cum covered finger from her skirt, and lick it off. Tonya's eyes widened and she smiled. "I think you need your mask cleaned."

The old woman smiled, her green facial cream hard, and cracking further. Chrysta laughed left a wad of bills on the table and walked out of the beauty shop. Her pussy cleaned and willing to unload another load of cum, when the opportunity presented itself.

Tonya helped the old woman wash the cleanser off, then finished the application of the softening lotion, and a light dusting of powder. 

She smiled and waved goodbye, as the little old lady left. The smile on her face bigger then one she'd had ever seen on the old bag. Tonya cleaned up the facial supplies, and got ready to service the next customer that was scheduled for a facial.



Cherry Hill Ch. 03



George Krest awoke to first the feeling, then the sound, of a pair of lips racing on his rigid cock, giving him a sloppy blow job. He didn't need to open his eyes to know the tongue begging cum from his balls was his foreign exchange daughter, Ava. Ava was the hottest little brunette to have come from Bohemia since the song from Queen, and she was above and beyond the best little cock-sucker they'd hosted in the last decade. The sensations rocking George's brain were validation of that, and he hesitated only for a moment before running his fingers through her auburn curls, letting her head bob up and down on his impressive member on her own accord.

"Morgen, Papa," she said, pausing for a breath of air before attacking his rod with renewed vigor.

"Oh fuck yes it is. Hell, it's even a good morning!" George half-moaned. Absently, his hand explored the empty half of the bed, happily finding his wife gone. His lust fogged vision focused on the alarm clock, seeing that it read just past noon.

"Oh shit!" he said, trying to gently lift Ava's head from his dick and move at the same time. She would have none of it and sucked harder, her hands grabbing firmly onto his hips

"Uh uh," she moaned, the sensations sending George's libido into overdrive. She slid her mouth quickly and noisily up his thick shaft, and after a whole year of living with the Krests, she finally got enough practice in to let George's thick monster start sliding down her throat. George's mind was on fire and every nerve in his body was raw. His hands in Ava's hair started moving her head for her, and his hips began to piston his rod between her full lips. 

"Oh baby," George whispered. "Oh Ava, are you ready for daddy's cum?" he moaned. Ava's humming, enthusiastic response was all it took to finally send George over the edge. He almost felt the nerves fire; Ava's moan vibrating his dick, his balls practically humming with her voice, the sensation as it rocketed up George's back, his muscles contracting, his back arching, his cock pushing further into her mouth. By the time the feeling hit his lust-crazed mind, he felt like he was floating in the bed, and the orgasm that erupted was a volcano, each spurt of his hot jizz was a blinding inferno in George's mind, each one sending him higher and higher.

Ava never stopped sucking on her foreign exchange father's dick. The more he came, the more she moaned, the more she moaned, the harder he fucked her face. Ava could feel her own juices boil as George's sperm filled her mouth and slid down her throat, spraying against her tongue or her tonsils, or even straight down into her belly.

"Oh fuck, Ava! Oh my fucking God!" George moaned, thrashing on the bed as his cock kept spraying his cum down the brunette's velvet throat. She could only smile and feel her pussy leak her cum down her thighs and feel it run over her pink slit, soaking her clit and catching like dew drops in her furry pussy.

George finally came down enough to let his fingers relax. Ava bobbed up and down on George's sensitive dick, giggling with it trapped in her lips as he shuddered and twitched from the feelings still coursing through his body.

"Why did you want me to stop, Papa?" she asked, pushing herself up so she could look George in the eyes. She batted her own eyes innocently, her honey-brown irises almost glowing.

"I was supposed to meet Sheldon at the country club two hours ago!" George said, Ava still pinning his legs to the bed. He smiled at the little bit of his cum leaking from the corner of her mouth, Ava apparently unaware of the milk dribbling down her chin.

"Mama said something like that," Ava said, her hand going to George's rapidly wilting cock and stroking it firmly from base to tip. A small drop of cum squeezed to the top and Ava quickly licked it from his head, noticing that she'd been dribbling at the same time. Her tongue snaked out and licked the line of jizz up; Ava took her time and flicked the tip of her tongue so George could see it. She felt his dick throb in her hand and she giggled again.

"Then why the fuck did she..." George started, his lips pursing tightly. Ava sucked his cock head back into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, making George's whole body shudder at the sudden feeling. "Hey now, I gotta get going here. I'm gonna be in for it as it is."

"Looks like you'll be paying for the beer," Ava joked, rolling over, her perky tits wobbling back and forth quickly before settling back in their normal position. George sat up and his hand shot down to her slit, two of his fingers diving between her lips and getting soaked in her juice.

"Looks like you'll have to have one of your sisters lick you clean; you're a sloppy mess down here, kitten," George said, running his fingers up to her lips and watching them disappear as she sucked them deep into her mouth, her tongue going nuts and her mouth sucking her own cum from his thick fingers.

"No time for that, Papa. We're going to the mall this afternoon," Ava said a moment after George withdrew his fingers from her mouth. "Jill and Mya have an appointment with the salon and Matsumi and I want to go shopping for make up before we have to go back home."

"Get it while it's cheap. Good thinking, baby," George said kindly. He kissed the forehead of his naked foreign exchange student daughter, giving her body a good look up and down, moaning his approval and he went into the bathroom, intending to shower. Instead, he got a good look at Matsumi, spread eagle on the large sink top, shaving her short black fur from her pussy.

"Morning, Angel," he said softly, waiting to not startle her when she had a blade dangerously close to her tight box. Her head snapped up and her dark brown eyes smiled as they met his.

"Hello, Papa," she said, returning to shaving her snatch.

"Almost done there, Mat?" George said, looking at the rapidly disappearing hair and shaving cream. She nodded and took the final swipe with the razor. She looked around for the washcloth she had been using, but George's hand was faster.

"Let me," he said, wiping and kneeling at the same time. "Better angle," he murmured, the rag wiping the last of the stray shaving cream from her pussy lips right before his tongue licked slowly along their ridge. Matsumi almost growled as she moaned, her hands going to George's head and pushing his lips tighter against her pussy.

"You treat me so good, Papa," she cooed, feeling his tongue part her light brown nether lips and separate them to expose her molten pink core. He relished in her taste, still decidedly pussy, but still Japanese pussy. He paused for a moment, Matsumi looking down at him in puzzlement for just long enough to see that he was nowhere near done lavishing her pussy. He nibbled her clit, sucked her pink flesh, and fucked her hard and deep with his long tongue. It didn't take much of her taste or her moans to return the iron to George's 10 inch tool, and it didn't take much of his tongue to drive her over the edge.

Matsumi's thick cum rolled out of her pussy and onto George's waiting tongue and cheek, coating him in her honey. Every lick of her clit made her pussy clench and her muscles tighten, issuing forth another shot of her tangy cum. George let her down slow, listening to her mumble things in fast Japanese; he was sure most of it was obscenity, but that only made it sexier.

When Mat couldn't hold herself up any more, George carried her over to the bed and set her down next to Ava. Ava looked her Japanese sister over and started softly stroking her hair and breasts as she came back down, micro orgasms still making her twitch. With only a wink to Ava, George hopped in the shower and got himself cleaned up to go to the club and meet Sheldon. He dressed, splashed on his cologne, and grabbed an apple from the kitchen before heading out.

All four of his daughters were down there, all in appropriately dressed for the mall, but he didn't have time to scold them now. Ava was wearing overalls and a red satin bra. George didn't need to double check if she was wearing panties; the overalls weren't buttoned up the side at all and if she moved right, he was sure he could see her brown beaver. Matsumi was wearing a tight blue sun dress, and he was sure that her little tits were bra less and in the year she'd stayed with the Krests, the only time she shaved was when she was going to go pantiles in public. As for his two twin daughters, Mya and Jill, he knew for a fact they weren't wearing panties under their leather mini skirts; they were blatantly flashing their bald quims, a sight that made his dick twitch. He didn't even see what they were wearing for tops, his eyes glued to their tan, shaved, twin snatches. A flood of memories of those two fucking both him and their step-mother three months after they turned 18 got his dick from twitching to full mast, and George nearly ran into the door instead of opening it.

He sighed deeply, hearing the girls titter just as the door shut and he got in the car, hoping to still catch Sheldon Reese at the country club.

*****

"Abby!" Sabrina Williams yelled for her twin sister. "We're running late, and Lance is gonna shoot us if we're late!" She waited at the bottom of the stairs, her long fingers grasping the banister, "Fuck," she muttered. Stomping her foot she shouted, "Jeeze, Abby, get the fu..." she stopped in mid sentence as the blonde and blue eyed image of herself rounded the corner, and started coming down the steps. "It's about fuckin' time."

Abby flipped her hair, and tossed her sister a smile, "Hey, good things cum to those who wait."

Sabrina rolled her eyes, "Please, let's just get going, I have a lot to do this evening." She grabbed her purse and headed towards the door. "Are you driving or am I?"

"You can," Abby answered, as she too grabbed her purse. "What time is it anyway?" 

The door opened, and Sabrina answered, "Almost 3:00! We have to be at Lance's in just 15 minutes!" She felt her sisters hand on her arm, and recognized the look in her eyes. "Abby we don't have time for that." 

Abby smirked, and pulled the door closed, leaving the world outside, and the two sisters inside. "You know how Lance hates it when we aren't ready for him." She pushed her sister against the door, and ran her hands down her side, "You know he'll be pissed off."

"He'll be more pissed if we cum, before we get there," Sabrina whimpered, all ready knowing she was going to give up. Her purse fell to the floor, and her keys clanged down beside it. "Fuck Abby, I love it when you do that."

"Do what?" her sister asked as she licked her twins neck. 

"That," she swallowed her moan. Her hands moving into the long, tresses of Abby's hair. "Oh fuck I want to fuck you so bad right now."

Abby pushed up Sabrina's skirt, and slid her fingers over her pussy. "Oh, Sabrina your a bad girl, you haven't shaved this morning."

Sabrina whimpered and felt her juices begin to gather along the walls of her sex. Her lip started to tremble, as she moaned, "I know sissy, I meant to but I just ran out of time." She pushed her pussy against Abby's hand. 

"You understand you'll have to be punished," Abby dug a finger between the lips of her sister's pussy. Her own bald cunt was all ready slick with moisture. 

"I know, but we don't have time." 

"Are you telling me no?" Abby growled and bit Sabrina's neck. "Are you saying no to me, whore?" She sucked on her tan skin, harder and pushed her finger in deeper, scratching her twins cunt and scooping the liquid up with her finger. She pulled the digit out, and rammed it into Sabrina's mouth. "Suck your fucking juice off my fingers, Bitch! You made me dirty." Abby's pussy throbbed as she felt Sabrina's tongue work the nectar from her sticky, wet digits. 

Sabrina sucked on the slick appendages of her sister's hand, and savored the flavor of her own arousal. When she had cleaned her sis, she looked into her blue eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you or tell you no."

Abby pulled away, and pointed to the playroom. "Let's go," she ordered. Her eyes followed Sabrina's ass, as they walked toward the back room. The playroom was the master bedroom that was downstairs. The sisters had decided to not use it for either one of their bedrooms, because they had wanted to hold some of Lance's photo and movie shots in that room. The lighting was better and the spacing was huge. 

Sabrina felt her belly tighten in anticipation, as she opened the playroom door. "What should my punishment be?"

Abby slid up beside her, and pushed her hands up under her blouse. "Your gonna eat my bald pussy, then fuck me with that hard cock you like sucking so much, when your done. I'm going to eat you, and fuck you. But," Abby slid her hands out and pushed her sister to the wall of the room. "Your not gonna cum, hear me Bitch?"

She hated this punishment the most. She'd be on the edge of orgasm until she got to Lance's and then she cum, but it would fucking itch deep inside until she did. Abby must have known what she was thinking because she quickly looked into her eyes. The twins often knew what the other was doing or thinking, and when they were in the same room together it was uncanny how connected they were. 

"You slut! Your all ready thinking of coming for his cock aren't you?" Abby smacked her sister face, just enough to see the lust in Sabrina's eyes light up. "You whore, obviously that isn't a good punishment for you. I don't like sucking hairy cunts, you know that! Your not allowed to cum till the party on Friday night!"

Sabrina's mouth dropped, "Abby!"

"Shut up!" she shouted. Abby took Sabrina's arms, and cuffed each one to the fur lined shackles that were attached to the wall. Then she bent down and spread her sisters legs and cuffed those as well. "So for the next week, you'll not be cumming, sis, or I'll make your punishment last longer." 

Abby turned and walked to the storage cabinet that they had placed in the room, when they had first decided they needed one room for all their toys. She pulled out the butterfly knife and flipped it open. Sabrina glared at her sisters hand, and almost told her she wasn't into it today; the safety word, Bright, was on the edge of her tongue. But wanting her sisters mouth on her hot sex was worth the $200.00 blouse that Abby was now cutting off her torso.

As the knife worked the shirt into tattered strips, Abby's nipples got harder with each newly exposed patch of flesh. She finally had cut enough of the shirt up, that it fell in tattered pieces to the floor. She wedged the cold metal between Sabrina's heaving chest and the $75.00 Victoria Secret bra, hit the floor. Abby licked each nipple that covered the expensive boob job that both twins had. She sucked on the right, then the left. She slid the edge of the knife down Sabrina's body, and came to her skirt. Abby fingered the expensive material, she knew she could slide the skirt down, and save the $150.00 number, but she figured what the fuck, they'd make more. 

Sabrina groaned a mixture of anger and sexual hunger, as she watched the torn pile of money grow. "Shit," she muttered.

"What was that slut?" her sister asked, as she took the knife and ran it over her sister's belly. She took the knife away, and stepped up to her sister. Her tongue dove in, and she sucked on it. Abby's mouth, pushed onto Sabrina's and she stroked her twins muscle with hard fucks.

Sabrina slid her tongue with Abby's and then whimpered as she pulled away. The knife glistened in Abby's grasp. She watched her sister leave the room, and she waited. Sabrina had wanted punished earlier this morning when they had time, that was why she hadn't shaved, but fuck, the punishment was severe this time. 

The block party wasn't till Friday, and she had made plans for her cunt this week. Not being allowed to cum till the party was going to push her over the edge. Sabrina looked at her sister when she came back into the room. A can of whipped cream and the knife were resting in Abby's palms.

"I fucking hate, hairy cunts," Abby muttered. She went down on her knees and covered Sabrina's pussy with the Ready-Whip. She then spread it evenly, and dipped the cream into her sisters cunt. The warm hole, absorbed the cool, sugary foam and it started to melt. Abby looked up, "Stay still." 

Sabrina nodded and watched her sister bring the butterfly knife up, once more. She closed her eyes as the cold blade began to scrape the peach fuzz from her pussy. The slick cream was soon mingling with the juices that were escaping from deep within her.  

Abby took her time, working the knife against the sex that was begging to be fucked. She slowly glided the sharp blade, until the cream was gone and the hairs removed. Abby wiped the cream and any stray hairs from her sisters cunt, then put her mouth against it. She licked the cream that was sliding out of the sweet hole. She dug her tongue into the folds of the delectable pussy, and began to flick her sisters clit with her tongue.

The sounds of the shackles echoed in the room, as Sabrina pulled on her bindings. She pushed her hips forward, as best she could. Biting her lip, she felt the strokes of her sisters tongue work her sex. Each slide of Abby's mouth, brought heat to her loins, and she shivered against her sister's face. 

Abby brought up her hands and spread her sister's cunt. Then pushed her tongue up and down the slit, before thrusting it into the dark hole. She fucked her sister with her tongue, pushing in and out, then driving a finger in while she bit her clit. The walls of Sabrina's pussy were soft, and fleshy, hot and slippery. Abby pushed a second finger in, and lapped at the swollen clit, smelling the sex of her sibling. She pulled the heated liquid out and cleaned her fingers before sliding them back in again. Pushing deeper and harder each time. She knew from the moans she was hearing that Sabrina was on the edge. "Don't fuckin' cum on me bitch!" Abby shouted to her. She dived back into her sister's cunt and sucked harder. The felt her own pussy wanting to erupt, so she pulled away from Sabrina's. 

Sabrina's face was burning hot, her skin was on fire. She squeezed the muscles of her sex, and tried to concentrate on anything, but the feeling of electricity that was running through her. With a glazed stare over her eyes, she looked at Abby, "Oh fuck that sucks."

Abby smirked. Then pinched her sister's tits. "Mmm, yes, and I bet you want a taste don't you?"

Her head bobbed up and down, and Abby leaned in, and let her slave lick her face clean. "Good girl, sister." She pressed her body against Sabrina's and looked at her. "I've changed my mind, I don't want you to eat me out this morning." Her hands traveled up to Sabrina's, still locked in the shackles on each side of her.

Abby pushed her pussy against her twin's, and started to slide over it. Her fingers tangled in the fingers of her sisters, as she thrust hard against her sister's hot cunt. The smells of the two women mingled together, and the juices were oozing between them. "Don't cum," Abby reminded her sister as she released the pin from one of the cuff's. "Finger fuck me, whore."

Sabrina wasted no time in doing as she was told. She slammed her hand down between her twin's mound and began to drive it into her faster and faster. The walls were steaming, and she pushed and screwed each side of her sex. Abby sucked on Sabrina's neck, and bit down on her skin. "Oh fuck baby yes," she moaned into her ear. "Make me cum, sweetie." Abby bumped and gyrated against Sabrina's hand.

Working the clit, Sabrina twisted and pulled at the swollen nub, her body shivering and wanting to cum so badly it hurt. "Can I come? Please?"

Abby moaned, "Cum? You want to cum baby girl?" She sucked harder, then moved her mouth away from her sister's cunt. "No slut, next time don't show up with a hairy pussy." She bit Sabrina's neck, and came all over her sister's hand, and pulled her hand from her cunt when she did. Abby pushed her pussy against Sabrina's letting Sabrina feel the hot juices cover her now bald pussy. 




Cherry Hill Ch. 03



Sabrina shivered, and bit her tongue, concentrating on holding back the juices that begged to be released. She knew that this punishment sucked, and she wouldn't wish this on anyone. A whole fucking week, a whole fucking week! The thought kept running through her mind as Abby's hot juices slid over Sabrina's pussy.

As the high of the orgasm eased out of Abby, she moved her tongue back to the clit of her sister, cleaned it and the cum soaked mound. She looked up into Sabrina's lust filled eyes.

"If you make it a week, baby girl. You can fuck me anyway you want."

Sabrina moaned, "Deal." Then when she was released, she slid to the ground, and breathed until her body came somewhat back to normal. "Fuck we're so late." 

Abby smiled, "Yes, but we'll make it up to him." She left the room, then came back and handed Sabrina some new clothes. "At least I'll get to enjoy it." Leaving the room, and heading outside she laughed as she heard, "I'll make it a week, and then you'll be real sorry!"

Sabrina got herself dressed, and fought the temptation to fuck herself, before she headed to the car. Giving herself a mental shake, she slid into the seat next to her sister, and looked at the time. "Fuck, 4:00. How the hell do we explain, being an hour late?"

Abby looked at her, "We smell like sex, doll; no explanation needed."

********

The Krest twins and their foreign exchange sisters hit out on the road, giggling and laughing the entire way to the mall. Mya was driving, and she was the only one not continuously flashing her tits or pussy to the fellow drivers on the road. They made it to the mall after a half hour of driving, all four of their pussies creaming and ready for some action. 

"We should play a game today," Jill said as they pulled into the first parking spot they found.

"What should we do, Jill?" Mya asked, putting the car in gear but leaving it running. She adjusted the car vent to blow the cold air from the air conditioner across her bald pussy, spreading her legs to expose her glistening slit.

"How about Hide and Seek?" Ava suggested, her Bohemian accent making Mya and Jill shiver; they could never get enough of her talking. When she had been assigned to Mya by the cheerleading squad, she made her just sit there and say sweet nothings in German as she ate the blonde's pussy. "We haven't got to play it for a few months now, and poor Matsumi wasn't with us," she continued to suggest. 

Mya and Jill looked at each other and nodded, a devilish grin twisting on their faces. 

"All right," Mya said, breaking the momentary silence. "Jill will go in first and scope out a good target, and the rest of the three of us will go to the food court and wait 5 minutes. We'll meet in the changing rooms and then we'll start to play," Mya said, the plan forming in her eyes. All four pairs of eyes in the car started to twinkle crazily with lust.

The girls did as the plan stated. Jill went into the Macy's on the end of the mall and she spotted a target to play with; a Mexican woman in her late 30's working the cosmetics counter. She looked more bored than any of the other worker or customers in the store, and Jill couldn't help but notice that she was checking out every male customer to walk by her counter, and Jill also happily noticed that she was giving each of the tight female asses to walk by a good stare, too.

The other girls had fun in the food court. They didn't get anything to eat or drink, but all of them were flashing strangers that walked by, Matsumi being the bravest and sitting with her legs spread so wide someone would have to be blind to not follow that thin little leg to the junction of her crotch and see her pink flower, wide open and dripping already, her sun dress bunched up around her waist. 

All three girls had a good laugh at the old women who were shaking their heads at the scene and the men getting slapped by their wives for staring blatantly. They broke away from their fun and swayed into the Macy's, meeting their sister in the back changing rooms, trying to stay as inconspicuous as the three of them could.

"Who are we playing with?" Mya asked after arriving at the fitting rooms.

"There," Jill pointed to the cosmetics counter, just close enough to being in view that they could all crane their necks to see, but far enough that they could stay out of sight. Mya looked on and her eyes got big.

"You stupid cunt!" she hissed. "That's Lupi from across the block! She's hot and everything, and I dig ethnic pussy," she said, looking their foreign exchange sisters up and down, seeing their eyes glaze over at the thought of her experienced tongue parting their pussy lips. "But if we get caught..."

"She'll what, call Mom and Dad? Shit, you know our parents. Dad would fuck her six ways from Sunday while Mom took care of her hubby and probably Marie and Antonio, too. Worse thing she'll do is have us thrown out of the mall," Jill said, interrupting her sister as quietly as she could. "Besides," she said, sliding her index finger up her twin's leg and finding her dripping pussy. "It's not like she'll resist," she continued, pulling her cum covered finger from her sister's snatch and holding it out between Matsumi and Ava. They both licked the juice from her digit, their tongues and lips dancing along Jill's flesh. "No one ever resists."

"So what's the plan?" Ava asked, licking the taste of her Japanese sister's lips from her own. Matsumi smiled, her eyes twinkling devilishly and the duo known as the Krest Cunts and their German sister listened intently to their Japanese sister's plan. After a few moments of whispering, they broke away, tittering, each moving to take position around the store.

Matsumi wandered slowly over to pants section, observing Lupi out of the corner of her eye. She noticed Lupi's eyes glued to the ass of everyone who walked by, including her cute little bottom. She waited for a minute, pretending to browse, and Ava came up and started bending to look through racks and shelves near Matsumi. Lupi didn't even see her disappear into the rack that Mitsumi turned to look through. Matsumi nodded, and Mya started walking around the aisle, and Jill started walking closer to the cosmetics counter, being careful to keep out of sight of Lupi.

The trap was sprung. A man walking through the section was the final piece and the girls reacted like clock work. Lupi's eyes went to the man, taking in his ass-hugging cargo pants and button up shirt, looking like a business exec on his day off. While Lupi's eyes were glued to the ass on display, he crossed in front of Matsumi, and she turned to face the cosmetics counter, her sun dress hitched up around her waist, showing off her bald little pussy, her lips displayed and glistening in the store lights, nestled between the gap of her thighs. She carried on looking at blouses as if nothing were wrong. Lupi's eyes seemed to pause and hang for a second, her brain seeming to not register what she saw, and before she could get a second glance, Mya walked in front of her, blocking her view. Lupi's eyes involuntarily followed the Krest girl's perfect ass as she walked past, Ava's hand snatching out to Matsumi's dress and pulling it back down while the Japanese girl continued to look at blouses.

By the time Lupi's eyes darted back to Matsumi, nothing was out of place or out of the ordinary. Her eyes wandered back to the blonde's mini-skirt clad ass, catching a fleeting glimpse of it as she walked around a pillar, swearing that she had the skirt bunched up higher, flashing all of her twin globes as she walked out of sight. 

Lupi shook her head, mumbling curses to herself in Spanish. She moved around the cosmetics counter, trying to get a look at the blonde, hoping to see that she was still walking and see how many tricks her mind was playing on her. Much to her dismay, she didn't even see the girl walking down the aisle. Lupi left the counter in puzzlement, walking around the pillar, looking for the blonde. Matsumi tried to not laugh as she watched Mya stay on the other side of the column and then dart into the underwear, hiding in the racks.

Lupi sighed heavily and went back to the counter. Jill saw her coming and moved into a position where she would be just in the peripheral vision of the confused cosmetics attendant and bent over, blatantly showing her ass under her short skirt and flashing her bald, wet pussy to the woman. Lupi saw it, but took it as another sign of her growing weakness and increasing need for sex. In the second between her first look and her second, curious look, Jill had moved back into the racks of clothing and was out of sight.

Lupi, her chest heaving, her nipples burning, her face flushed, turned back and tried to focus on work. She had almost forgotten about Matsumi completely until she looked up with a heavy sigh and saw the Japanese girl there, her sun dress bunched up around her waist and a hand sticking out from the blouse rack, massaging her freshly shorn cunt. Lupi stared, transfixed, her heart pounding in her ears as she watched the mystery hand's thumb work the Japanese girls' clit in slow circles, occasionally speeding up to flick the sensitive bud. There was at least two fingers buried in her exposed pussy, working deep inside her, and judging from hand working, those fingers were twitching and stroking her tight cunt with everything that they had.

Lupi's own pussy started to boil. The heat from before when she thought she had been imagining the naked girls was nothing compared to the inferno that grew in her belly. She could almost hear her pussy get wetter, and she could definitely smell it. She felt her tongue snake out and lick her lips only to realize that her mouth had gone dry. The haze of lust and need that was rapidly fogging her brain told her that the best thing she could do right now was to go in the back and masturbate until she couldn't even walk. She didn't care about the consequences right now. She saw the young oriental woman having her pussy mauled by that hand, Lupi watched her shake and try to stay standing. She could hear the juices sloshing around the invading fingers and she could see the hand grow wetter by the second with the girl's cum.

Lupi was about to leave when she felt two hand on her, one on each side of her waist. They were small, feminine hands, but her warning signals went up and her heart skipped a beat.

"It looks good, doesn't it," a voice said, the hot breath that carried it tickled her neck just behind her right ear and made her whole body shiver. She felt her pussy clamp down and a rush of her fresh cum shot out. The hand on Lupi's right hip softly caressed the skin under her discrete blouse, moving the material sensuously with it as the hand ventured along her pelvic ridge and threatened to head further down.

"Makes you wish you were getting the same thing, doesn't it," the first voice said again, but mysteriously on her left. It was the same non-questioning tone that made her realize whoever was behind her knew what she needed. The same hot breath caressed the left side of her neck, the sensation rippling through her body on an electric wave making her clit tingle without even having anything touch it. The hand on Lupi's left hip ventured around like the one on her right, but after tickling and teasing across her side, it moved up, its thumb stroking tantalizingly across the underside of her left breast, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body.

"It makes you want to cum, doesn't it," the voice said again, Lupi's head swimming. This time the voice was whispering in both ears, the breath colliding with her flesh like a freight train and she thought she was going to loose the strength in her legs, but she managed to stand. Lupi could only nod at that point, especially with one hand openly massaging her tit and the other moving to softly stroke the mound of her under-used pussy.

"Let us help you with that," the voices said in unison again. Lupi's knees quivered and she started to climax there on the spot. Mya could feel Lupi's pussy quivering in her slacks, and she could feel the heat radiate out as her cum started soaking the crotch of the pants. Her body collapsed, but the hands of the still unseen girls held her up and leaned her against the counter. They kept mauling her flesh through her clothes, her whole body twitching with her orgasm. Mya and Jill decided to set her down, and they did, noting that her eyes were shut tight and she was whispering things in Spanish as pleasure rocked her body. 

The Krest twins put her to rest gently on the floor, each bolting a different way from the cosmetics counter, still unseen by Lupi. Matsumi and Ava straightened themselves and they left the racks of blouses. The girls were out of the store, looking back quickly through the racks of clothing, seeing that Lupi still wasn't standing, they all laughed and poured out into the mall in a sexually heated flood. Mya heard her phone beep in her purse and she looked at it.

"Jill, we just got a message from Lance. He's got a special project for us," she said, licking her lips. Jill's pussy twitched. She was well acquainted with the special projects of Lance Kincade and was looking forward to reaping the rewards.

"Let's go," Jill said. The foursome changed course immediately and damn near ran back out to the car, forgetting all about their appointment with Tonya Sheldon at the salon.

********

Lance Kincade sat behind the monitors of his little "in home" shop. He watched the screens flash from one scene to the next. As he did he noticed the time, and he began counting the minutes that the girls were late. So far the Williams girls were 45 minutes late, 3:15 had been a long time ago in his book, and it was now 4:00. The other girls were on their way over. He hadn't been planning on using them all, but he figured, if the Williams girls weren't going to show up on time, he'd have to combine two films into one. 

He leaned in closer, and kept his hand on his rigid cock. Lance had pulled his cock out from his shorts earlier, and he was still stroking the hard staff hours later. He never did cum by himself. He kept his cock hard, and on the edge of cumming when he had movies to make, it made them hotter for him. If he was hard, he could imagine all sorts of debauchery to film. Right now though he didn't need his imagination the view of the Gonzalez home was enough to keep his straining rod on over-drive. 

The picture was as clear as a cable channel running images into your living room. The colored monitor showed Antonio slamming his sister Marie's pussy from behind, while Marie ate out the cunt of some cheerleader from school. Lance watched the image and then put his headphones on. He stroked his cock, to the sounds and sights of what he considered Mozart and Picasso. Music and a beautiful picture to gaze upon. 

Antoino had his cock buried so deep inside, the monitors now set to freeze on the couple. He had all of the cameras that were hidden in the Gonzalez son's bedroom on, and he was recording it all. This would make him some nice money online, as well as down at Babette's porn shop. Marie's mouth worked the pussy underneath her lips, and Lance pushed the zoom button on his laptop. He watched the glistening, salvia, and juicy cunt come into focus, and he licked his lips over the idea of sucking on the red haired cunt that Maria was enjoying. 

He loved pussy. Bald, trimmed, hairy, Lance didn't care. To run his tongue over a pussy, fuck he'd cum faster then a speeding bullet. His fingers flew over the keyboard leaving his cock hard and straight waiting for its attention. He changed camera angles, zoomed in some, and zoomed out others. He watched the cum shoot from the red haired cunt, and he almost came. Lance was going to have to find out which cheerleader this was, he loved fucking squirters. Pussy cum all over his face, was to die for. 

Moving one of the camera's with a series of keystrokes he took in the red head's face. Cut and pasted her features, then saved them. He'd have Officer Crimson run him a check, and toss him this movie concerning the little cum slut, for his services. Antonio leaned back and went back to hand fucking his member. Soon he heard the William's girls coming into the apartment. "About time, ladies," he shouted toward them. 

They knocked on the door, knowing full well he wasn't letting them in. "Go get ready, and use the leashes and collars today." He rolled his eyes, as he heard Sabrina's "What the fuck, I thought you wanted the college scene today?"

"Just do what I tell you, I know what I'm doing." He liked Sabrina's pussy, but her whiny attitude annoyed the hell out of him, now Abby, fuck she could get him to cum just by crooking her finger the right way. Antonio adored Abby, and he was one of the few that new how to tell the twins apart. He left his cock hanging out as he shut the monitors and speakers off, but left everything else recording.

Opening and closing the door of his little shop, he saw the four other players enter the apartment. "Hey," he nodded his head to them. They each ran their tongues over their lips, and Lance chuckled as he heard, "Nice," fall from their mouths in unison. 

"Thanks ladies."

"What's the plan Lance? We weren't even supposed to be here until 7:00." Mya Krest asked.

Lance grinned, "The Williams were late so I need to shoot two films, but combine them into one shot. So I figured one film will do it, and then you all can go about your merry way." He nodded to the other spare bedroom. "The clothes are in there go get dressed and I'll get Abby and Sabrina set up."

"Great," Mya's twin sister Jill said, her voice showing a lot of enthusiasm. Ava, Jill, Mya, and Matsumi headed back to the indicated room, each one becoming more wet then before. The room smelled of sex, by the time the four girls finally managed to get dressed. Ava had taken a few licks of her twin Jill's cunt before helping her to zip up the tight black mini skirt. Her tongue had trailed down the long boot, and lapped at her twins leather encased foot. Ava rose and sucked her sister's tits before hooking the corset that lifted Jill's boobs up, but did nothing to cover the firm globes. 

Jill in turned helped her sister's to become more aroused when she worked on the strap on cock, pausing long enough to run the cock into her sister's cunt before taking it out and strapping it onto her sister's body. She licked the juice covered cock, and buckled the straps of her the red stilettos that Lance had left for them to wear. Jill licked the ankles that were mirror images of her own before coming up and weaving her tongue around Ava's neck. She sucked on her sister's soft skin, as she guided the front clasp of the red leather bra in and locked the perfect tits in place for all to admire. The rosy hard nipples were exposed to her and everyone else's roaming eye.

Matusmi fingered the riding crop and ran the tip up and down Ava's cunt. The end became more wet, and continued to slide it over and between the pussy lips. She hated having to stop, but she did. Placing a long, deep kiss on the German cunt, she stood up and picked out her clothing for the event. The 3-piece suit was navy blue and it hugged her skin well. She put on the skimpy, sheer blouse, then the jacket. She buttoned the center button then grabbed the skirt. Ava saw a piece of paper flutter down to the floor, as Matusmi lifted the skirt. "Hold up, babe," she said. 

Ava got on her knees and picked up the paper. "It says, don't mess with the skirt." She shrugged her shoulders and handed the paper to Matusmi. While Ava was down on her knees, her hands soon rested on Matsumi's hips, and her face was losing itself in her slick cunt juices. Ava stroked her lover's pussy, with relaxed movements and slow pressure. She coaxed more of the heated sin from her body, and drank at it. Slurping noises filled her ears. 




Cherry Hill Ch. 03



Matsumi pulled Ava away from her pussy, and pushed the final outfit into Ava's hand. She winked as Ava wiped the juice from her chin, then licked the back of her hand. Ava turned and pushed her arms into the white uniform blouse, buttoning the pearl buttons, until just blow her twin peeks. She grabbed the two strips of plaid, and put her hair in pigtails. The she bent over and slipped her feet into the pleated, plaid mini-skirt. It was then that Matusmi returned the favor and aroused her little Japanese body even further. Matusmi ran her fingers up over Ava's ass, and separated the cheeks before sliding her tongue down the crack. She licked the entrance of the puckered hole, and slowly inserted her finger, while she licked, the entire time. Sending beads of salvia down a journey into the dark place where her finger fucked. 

She stopped when she heard the Williams sisters in the other room. "Time to go," Matusmi grinned. She looked at the two Masters, Jill and Mya. Both looked good enough to eat and she looked forward to doing that later. Her eyes then took in the school girl look of Ava and her own appearance as a college professor, minus the skirt. To add to the effect she grabbed a pair of stage glasses, and scooped her hair into a bun. "Now don't I look all matronly and stern?" she asked the others. They giggled and stepped out into the other room. 

Lance walked out of his little shop room, at the same time, once more a hard cock, waiting to be satisfied sometime tonight. He had enjoyed the filming of the Krests Cunts as well as the extra little number that Abby and Sabrina had put on. He cocked his eye at Sabrina, remember how her sister had told her to remember not to cum until the block party on Friday. Lance smiled, "This is going to be fun." He loved Sabrina's pussy, but making the whiny female on the edge of climaxing and then telling her no, for the next six days would be heaven. He'd have to make sure he spent some one on one time with her ass, and cunt this week. 

"Ready ladies?" Lance asked, being sure to remind them of the safety word before he set to work telling them what to do. 

"Ava, you and Matsumi are the typical college professor and the student. I want Matsumi sitting at the desk," Lance nodded his head, toward the large oak computer desk. "Ava would go underneath, make sure you leave enough room for the camera to see that beautiful tongue work that slit." Turning toward Abby he looked at the collar around her neck, and the leash in her palm. She also wore a strap on cock and a necktie, otherwise she was completely nude. "I need you to play the Dean of Students, lover."

Abby grinned, and blew him a kiss. She headed over to the other woman, and notice where all the camera's were and how the best picture would be displayed, and where the best angles were. She spent a lot of her free time at Lance's and she was learning the ropes quiet nicely. 

"Mya. I need you to have Sabrina be your Bitch in Heat. She wants fucked so bad and she wants to cum so bad, and you and Jill, need to make her cum. I don't want you to stop unless she cums or she says the safety word, kite. Okay." Sabrina groaned, and ached to tell them her punishment, but she didn't dare, that was a long standing rule with Abby and Sabrina, they didn't tell the punishments, because it was cheating if someone knew and either eased up on you or increased things in order to try and get you to break your promise. Sabrina hadn't a clue that Lance had heard her and her twin Abby discussing her punishment. Taking a deep breath, she got on her hands and knees, and waited for her two Master's to begin.

Abby looked over at Lance and displayed a set of pearly whites. She was one of the few that knew he had every room in the entire apartment building wired for picture and sound. Some suspected, but no one knew he could hear and see it all. Abby however had known, and she had made it a point to stress repeating to Sabrina not to come, the whole time knowing Lance could hear her. 

"As they say in Hollywood. Lights! Camera! Action!" Lance growled out as he sat behind a complex arrangement of electronic equipment and began recording every square inch of tits, cunts, and asses he could. Lights adjusted by remote, cameras zoomed in by the touch of a single keystroke, bodies were heard slapping and grinding, as cum filled the room. But not once did the little cum slut slave Sabrina cum, crying out the word "bright," just as his molestation of the women ended. Lance was quite impressed with Sabrina's willpower, but made a promise to himself to fuck her brains out this week, and try to make her cum. 

He told Sabrina he'd bring Abby home later. She waved goodbye, and left with the other girls. Sabrina headed home, and the Krest girls, and their overseas sisters headed for more seedy adventures. Lance turned to Abby, and had her remove the strap on. His cock ached for her and he looked at her welcoming pussy. "Hungry baby?" he asked.

********

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," Alexis' sexy little voice said, just before the sloppy sounds of her mouth encompassing Pastor O'Malley's impressive cock echoed through his office. She started humming as her blonde hair started moving in waves with the timing of her bobbing head, and the Pastor couldn't help but moan out loud.

"You are forgiven child, for being late. Again," Pastor O'Malley's deep voice boomed through his small office. He looked down at the Bakker girl, his pants around his ankles, her petit frame kneeling on the floor between his chair and the desk. She moaned in response, sending wake after wake of pleasure through his body, radiating from his cock and extremely blue balls.

"Careful, Alexis, it's been a week since I've gotten any attention, and you'll end up with a mouthful of cum," he warned, his voice sounding firm, yet ready to yield. Alex released her pastor's cock from her lips with a loud, slobbery pop and she started jerking his spit-coated rod off as fast as she could. 

"Maybe that's what I want," she said, her eyes burning with lust. She had no more than slid his dick back down her throat than there was a knock on the door. Their eyes met in a panic and she scooted quickly under the desk, and he pushed his chair back with her, his hard dick slamming into the cold underside of the center drawer.

"Yes?" Pastor O'Malley's voice cracked. The door opened slightly and a small face peeked in, framed in long raven hair. Her green eyes were dancing in the pale light of the room, locked on the Pastor's face.

"Oh Michael, good, you are here!" she said and sat down in the chair across from his heavy oak desk. Alexis immediately recognized the voice of Elizabeth, the Pastor's wife and very carefully moved under the desk so she could lick the head of his dick. Pastor about jumped straight out of his chair when she did that, and Alex was rewarded with a swift kick in her inner thigh. "Are you okay?" his wife asked, concern clouding her face.

"Yes, yes. I just had a charley horse try to start, but it's gone now. What can I do for you, Beth?" he asked, glancing fondly over his wife's form. His eyes traveled down her body to her luscious tits, their little nipples standing out proudly through the blue blouse she had on. Her pregnant belly was starting to stretch the shirt past fitting, and probably past comfortable for her, but she hadn't said anything yet. She was wearing a loose pleated skirt that ended well past her knees; her still-amazing legs weren't marred by stockings. Michael did note that she had painted her toe-nails, the crimson gloss shining through the open end of her sandals. 

"Well, I wanted to go shopping," she said, rolling her eyes. "Nothing I have really fits anymore, you know." Michael nodded.

"OH!" he shouted as Alexis sucked his cock down until its head lodged in her throat. His right hand tensed as he tried to remain composed. He felt her start to bob, not totally understanding how she was doing that in the space she had, but completely turned on that the blonde little strumpet was sucking him off in his office, in the church, in front of his wife. "Oh yes," he said, trying to cover. "I had some things to finish here for the service tomorrow, anyway. Planning on going with anyone? I know you hate going to the mall alone," Pastor continued, trying to keep his composure. That only seemed to encourage Alex who started massaging his balls as well as sucking his shaft.

"Well, I thought you might be here late. I was talking with those nice Andersons down the street. Miki and her daughters actually suggested I could go with them if I wanted to," Beth said, trying to figure out what was going on with her husband. He was twitching a little and seemed awfully nervous about something. 

"Yes, yes, yes," Michael said, trying like hell to not moan. He was extremely relieved when he felt Alex's hot mouth leave his throbbing rod for a moment and he took a deep breath. "Yes, you should go and enjoy the evening with them. Maybe you could talk them into coming to church tomorrow?" Pastor continued, hoping to see more of the three black women than their Sunday dresses.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have a good time," Beth said, looking like she was going to get up and leave. Michael had never been so relieved to see his wife go in all his life. He felt the brush of Alex's shirt against his leg; it took him a second to realize that she had taken it off and set it beside his chair. He tried and tried to make no sign, but he was sure he was blushing like a mad man.

"Oh, one more thing," Beth said, standing from her chair. Pastor smiled at her, feeling another push of material go past his leg and looking down to see the pink running pants of his now-naked parishioner next to his chair. His cock was almost thumping against the bottom of the desk, but it remained free for only a moment as Alexis sucked it silently back down her throat, her hands jerking him off furiously and playing with his hairy balls. Michael clamped his mouth shut and ground his teeth to keep from moaning in adulterous pleasure.

"Yes sweetie?" Pastor said, his voice cracking again.

"The Bakker girl, did she come yet?" Beth asked plainly.

"Excuse me? Oh right, the meeting. No, she was late, hasn't cum yet," Michael said, trying to not lie to his wife further about that matter. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer in his chest and his breath was coming to him in quick gasps, but he tried hard to maintain his composure. 

Michael and Alexis both felt the orgasm start. His heavy balls started to tighten up, his shaft started throbbing, getting thicker and longer in her mouth, and finally, with one final throb, his dick swelled up to its full length and girth and shot after shot of his hot spunk shot into Alexis's waiting, wanton mouth. She didn't swallow hardly any of it, letting the Pastor's cum dribble down her chin, dripping off and splashing nearly-silently on her tits. She never stopped jerking him off, her hand slowed down, however, and she slowly milked the remaining cum from his dick.

"Well, I hope you two have a good meeting," Beth said with a smile and left the room, looking completely oblivious to the fact that her husband just pumped half a pint of cum into the mouth of their blonde neighbor. 

"Oh, you are in so much trouble!" Pastor hissed. He kicked his chair out from his desk and he looked at the little blonde, his cum practically white-washing the lower half of her face and the dribbles onto her tits were pooling and running down her body. There was almost a complete stream from her lips to her pussy, a single small line running down her chin to her belly button and down to within inches of her slit.

"I am?" Alexis said innocently. She crawled out on all fours to the Pastor's chair and licked his rapidly wilting dick.

"You bet your sweet ass!" Pastor said, not faking his anger. "She almost caught us!"

"But I only wanted to make you happy," she pouted. She stood up in front of Pastor and took a step back toward his desk, leaning against it.

"If by happy you mean divorced. Is that what you wanted out of this meeting, harlot?" Pastor said, some iron starting to return to his dick. The meat between his legs twitching back to life did not escape Alex's eye.

"Actually, I wanted to talk about the scholarship. Is there anyway we can turn it into a full ride?" Alex asked demurely, turning around and putting her hands on his desk. She spread her legs, exposing her tight pink hole and her pink, glistening pussy, still with the remnants of Officer Crimson's cum swimming in her depths. The blonde cunt was close enough to Pastor's face that he could have stuck his tongue out and licked it, and that tight little ass begged to be fucked, but he had a better idea.

"First," Pastor said standing up. He kicked his chair further back, slamming it into the filing cabinet in his office. "First we need to punish you for making me cum in front of my wife," Pastor said, grabbing a ruler off his desk and rolling up his sleeves. Alexis only moaned in response and anticipation.



Cherry Hill Ch. 04



John Edwards sighed, he tossed the letter in the trash and went back to viewing the snapshots Lance had sent him. The female swim team looked as delicious as warm pie ala mode. He'd paid out a wad of cash to arrange for the eight members of the team to pose nude for him. Lance had done the job for free, once the girls agreed to appear in his live web cam shows. He had all ready enjoyed cumming over the group shot. His semen had erupted out of his cock and exploded all over the glossy print. Mr. Edwards ran his finger over the images of tangled arms, and licked pussies. 

He pushed the photo into his "special" file drawer and settled back at his desk. His cock soft from the cumming he had finally allowed himself to have. He'd have to give Coach Mark a call, and see what the tally was so far. Picking up the phone he was just about to hit the numbers when the door bell rang. John put the phone back on the receiver, made sure his pants were zipped, and headed to the door. 

Not expecting any company today he was surprised when Linda, the college art teacher and Coach Mark were behind the door. "Hey Mark," John greeted him with an extended hand.

"John," Mark nodded and eased Linda inside, following behind her. 

"I was just about to call you. Linda, nice to see you again." John was surprised to see Linda there. He had met her a few times, during the school year. Many of her art students next year would be his former English students from this year. They had discussed scholarship applications, and had flirted with each other, but nothing came of it. Now he wondered if she and Mark were a couple. He was disappointed, but if that was the way it was, then hey, he'd except it, and not bother the young woman again. 

"What can I do for you?" he asked the couple. 

Mark grinned, "Linda has a question for you." He smiled down at her and encouraged her with a smile to tell John her request.

"Oh, what do you want to ask?" John was very curious now. Mark's grinned looked wicked, and when Mark had a wicked grin it usually meant something was up. John Edwards cock was starting to tingle as he thought how "up" he would get if it meant doing something naughty with the green eyed brunette. He liked them young 20 and under, but the tiny woman was on 25, and she looked 18. Shaking the overused thoughts from his head, he smiled at her, and led her to the living room. "There we'll all talk in here. Need something to drink?" he asked them.

"No thank you," she quietly answered. "I wanted to know if you'd be willing to help me with something."

Cocking his right brow up, he asked, "I'll try, what is it?"

"I've been seeing Mark for a while, and we've kept it pretty low key," she ran her tongue over her lips, and saw John and Mark's eyes move to them. Her belly tightened in anticipation as she took a deep breath and made her request. "I want fucked with two cocks at the same time." 

John's eyes grew huge in his face. Leaning back in his chair, he noticed his cock had sprung up within in seconds. He didn't have to think or ask questions he just took her hand, asked Mark to lock the door, and took her to his bedroom. Once the three were inside, John had Linda begin removing her clothes. 

"Slow. Take your time," he told her as he and Mark removed their's swiftly. He had climbed on the bed, and placed himself near the top, and Mark sat down in the window seat. His bare ass pressed against the glass. John looked over at Mark and saw he was all ready stroking his 9 1/2 in cock. John watched the beautiful woman work on the buttons of her blouse, and his hand went down and started stroking his own tool. 

Linda had watched a porn last night with Mark and she'd seen the starlet getting her pussy filled with two cocks. She came so hard that she and tingled and throbbed for an hour. Even begging Mark not to suck her cum from her pussy, because she didn't think she could handle another climax. After she had calmed she had sucked his cock, and the whole time fantasizing about double cock fucking. She had cum again, while giving him head, and picturing John Edwards cock sliding in along with Mark's. 

Mark had been so lost in the moment that he didn't recognize the vast amount of honey that had coated his lovers hand and the 10 inch vibrator he'd been fucking her with. He knew it had been the site of the massive tools stretching the pussy on the screen. That's why he had rented that particular film from Babette's porn shop. He had wanted to see if he could get Linda into the idea. When she finally confessed a few hours and a few more cummings later, that she wanted to try it. Mark had immediately known who to call, and was equally glad that was who she wanted. 

He had fucked her senseless and then watched her fall asleep, before he pulled out his notebook, and tallied up the figures in each one of the columns. Mark realized that once John fucked his art teacher lover, he'd only be one girl away from tieing him. He shut the notebook and slipped it back into the box on the closet shelf. The fantasy was to hot, and meant to much to Linda. If he didn't go through with it, then she certainly find one of her art students or one of her nude models to help her with her little dream. Shrugging his shoulders he decided he take her to John's and hand his gambling buddy, one easy tally mark on his side of the notebook.

Now the three of them were in John's house, and his blonde lover was making his blood boil. His cock was begging to be fucked and his fingers were itching to dig into her pussy again. Her fingers had all ready opened up all the buttons on her blouse, and he stroked his tool as her titties popped into view. He loved her nice boobs. She had the sexiest 34B boobs that a man could suck on and he loved her slim 5' 6" frame. Her pussy was trimmed and his tongue snaked out, licking his lips in anticipation. 

John was watching her little fingers slip the dress slacks from her hips, her shirt hanging open as she turned to show him her ass. His cock leaped as she faced Mark and wiggled her ass, while slipping the pants off. The tennis shoes scooted out and the pants went with them. John's eyes raked over the firm ass cheeks, and the tasty bright green strip of material that ran between them. He liked the color of the thong, and wondered if he could trail his tongue in search of its center strip. Shifting on the bed, he groaned out, "Turn around, Honey." His cock jerked again, as he took in the crotch-less front of her thong. John smirked, "Kinda pointless to make something like that if their gonna take the crotch out. 

Linda chuckled, and ran her finger to her flaming hot cunt. Her finger slid in and out gathering the moist liquid, and swirling it around inside her. She pulled her finger out and sucked it clean. "I love it," she said, knowing John knew she was talking about the juice and not the clothes. She felt Mark's hands on her hips, and he spun her around. Her fingers dug into his hair as, he slid to his knees. 

John left the bed and cupped her breasts, he teased the soft mounds, then pushed and pulled on each nipple. He sucked on her neck, and drove his tongue in her ear. The whole time he was working out the goose-bumps on the top of her body, Mark was working out the ones on the bottom. 

Mark's tongue was making laps all over her sweet box. He'd dip his stiffened muscles between her sloppy pussy lips, before sliding it up relaxed and lapping her clit. His teeth bit at the bit of loose flesh, and he suckled greedily from it. Blowing hot air against it as he did. His finger soon was meeting up with his tongue and he pleasured her with the firm strokes he applied to her soaked, trimmed snatch.

She shook as the senses of her body were beginning to grow so heated, that she knew she'd be cumming on Mark's face. Her fingers grabbed a handful of hair and lifted his face from her pussy. "I want to cum on both of you," she growled out as she stared at his wet face. His tongue licked up some of the juices that were around his lips, and on his chin. He moved up her body, while John moved down. Linda kissed Mark, and bit his lip, when she felt John's tongue slid along the "Y" of her crotch-less thong. 

John pressed his fingers against her hips, and held her steady as he licked the strings that hugged her hips. He lavished sucks and kisses on the right, then left butt cheeks of the sexy art teacher. His hands moved from her hips to the crack of her ass, and he eased the perfect flesh apart. His eyes grew dark and his cock hurt, as he ran his tongue from the top of her ass. The soft material and the salt of her skin was intoxicating to his organs and he licked the entire length of the string. When he got to the end he bit her flesh then licked up again. 

Mark pushed his hand up to her breast, then bent down and sucked on the hard bud. He pulled and teased it, before he saw John stand up the thong in his hand. "Your gonna buy her a new pair," he grinned as he noticed the torn "Y".

"My pleasure," John smiled. He walked over and tucked them in his dresser drawer, closing it along with all the other "trophies" he had acquired. Linda's breasts were heaving, and John winked over at her, "I think you're ready."

"Fuck yes!" she yelled out. "And when you to the mall to buy my new panties, take me with you. We need to make sure they fit."

"Best way to make sure they do, isn't it?" he nodded.

Mark climbed on the bed, and Linda crawled up him. He watched her pause and suck on his cock, before straddling his swollen rod. His hips lifted in lust as she guided his member into her wet cunt. The cock that had been aching for her finally was imbedded deep inside the welcoming pussy. Pushing his hips up and down, Linda slid her body up and down with his. Her cunt became more wet, then she leaned down over his chest. Her nipples touched his hairy skin, and he groaned at the pleasure of it. 

She rubbed her nipples against his chest, and purred in pleasure. Her pulse leapt as she felt the bed shift, and John scoot in behind her. Linda could smell how wet she was and inhaled the sweet aroma, locking it inside her. Trembles ran through her, as she felt the swollen tip of his cock slip in with Mark's. "Oh fuck, guys," she called out, as he pushed fully into her. Her body welcomed the two cocks and she slowly began to move and adjust to them. 

John felt the walls of her sex and the sucking motion of fucking her drove his shaft to push deeper. He fully impaled her with his cock, and would pull it out then drive it hard into her again. His body was quivering as her pussy inhaled him. Fingers dug into her hips, then he used on hand to slide down her ass. Sucking his index finger, making sure it was slippery with his saliva, he wedged it between her cheeks and finger fucked her tight hole.

Mark's cock was practically vibrating as he pushed and pumped the sweetly trimmed cunt. His shaft was being swallowed whole by the warm, honey soaked juices. Her green eyes seemed to turn as green as emeralds, and he knew she was going to cum. He loved her eyes, they showed him what he loved the most. A woman cumming for his cock. Mark moved faster, his hand reached up and twisted her right nipple, as John's moved from her hip, and twisted her left. 

Linda wailed out in ecstasy as the shots of the men's cum filled her entirely. The forced heat sent her over the edge and she showered their dicks with her fluids. Linda gasped and rode the meat that was fucking her. She squeezed vast amounts of cum from their bodies, milking each cock, and emptying it deep inside her. Groaning and tossing her head back, she let lose the final wave of juice and felt John bite her neck. Shuddering she slowly rode her wave back down, and collapsed onto Mark's body.

John left her pussy, and pulled his finger from her ass. He rubbed her butt cheeks and massaged the muscles of her legs. He grinned at Mark, "You and Linda enjoy yourselves. I'll be back later. I have some calculating I just have to get to."

Mark chuckled, "Take your time, and add everything correctly." He rolled Linda under him, and began to work her body and his to another state of arousal. 

"What's that all about?" she asked.

"Nothing that concerns you my lovely," he whispered as he sucked in her rosy nipple. 

John laughed as he closed the door. He pulled out his notebook from his desk, made a tally mark and calculated up his figures. "Fuck, two more to go! One and I tie though, that's not bad."

********

The golf game hadn't gone to Sheldon's liking. First his golf partner was late and smelled of pussy, which kept him good and distracted. Second, he couldn't get over fucking that tight little blonde whore this morning and his mind kept wandering back to the phone number written on it. Third, that little blonde that he fucked the hell out of was his golf partner's buddy. On a day like that, it was almost karmic that the sound of every tee-shot was followed by the soft Keri-sploosh of his ball in the pond and various water hazards.

"Jesus, Shel, did you buy stock in Titleist or something?" George laughed. He, much to his black friend's dismay was having an awesome game. That meant only two things. First and foremost, George didn't know that Sheldon had shot into the new 19th hole on the 18th green this morning, or he didn't care. More importantly, however, it meant that Sheldon would be buying the beer.

Sheldon laughed nervously and swore under his breath.

"Yeah, I guess my game is a little off today."

"A little? Fuck! If your game was any farther off you'd be playing my daughter's hole!" George said laughing deeply. Sheldon shook his head, trying to register what he just head his friend say.

"How's that?" Sheldon said, standing back up to the tee-box for his second attempt at a fairway drive.

"I said if your game was any farther off, you'd be playing water polo. You know, team sport...in the water. Not like golf at all really. Fuck it man, just forget it," George rambled, taking another pull off his beer. They'd both been drinking like fish this round and Sheldon was glad they were coming up on the 16th and they'd be done in a few minutes. The three holes lasted an eternity, and on the last hole, George drilled the T-shot, getting easily within one shot of the green. Sheldon's shot, like clockwork, sliced off and landed just barely fair. His next shot wasn't much better, he just couldn't concentrate on anything other than the little blonde cooze he'd fucked this morning and how much he had to concentrate on keeping his dick from swelling back to full size. 

George shot again, the shot was good; too good, as a matter of fact, and it hit the green and rolled into the hole. George jumped in excitement, forgetting that he had just grabbed his beer and spilled it on himself. Not only that, but he rolled his ankle on the landing, turning his celebration into curses.

Sheldon's drunken laughter didn't help his friend's situation any, but it did improve his mood a little. He picked George up and they hobbled over to the cart, Sheldon driving them back to the club house. 

"Thank God this place is fully staffed," George said dolefully, icing down his ankle with a cold beer from the cooler. 

"Yeah, the steam room will be open, but do you really want a rub down from Steffens?" Sheldon said, veering the cart around the path faster than he should have been. Both men shuddered at the thought of the Herculean Amy Steffens. Over 6 foot of big boned, strong armed, retired weight lifting masseuse. If the muscles didn't coax back into place, she'd beat them back.

"I think I'll just settle for a steam bath and let her wrap it. Join me?" George responded absently, taking the Bud from his ankle, cracking the top, and taking almost half the can in a swig.

"Fuck no. I have to get home to the woman as it is," Sheldon said quietly. George laughed and made a whip-cracking motion with his hand. Sheldon laughed it off as they entered the club; George limping down stairs to the locker room and the therapy rooms, Sheldon wandering up to the bar. He couldn't help but notice the beautiful woman sitting there with her back to him, her long dishwater blonde hair tied in a loose, thick braid, her body hugged by a tight T-shirt and painted-on jeans. He also couldn't help but notice she was alone.

"Hey Shel," the bar tender said as he wandered up to a seat next to her. "What can we get you today?"

Sheldon looked the girl up and down slowly, noticing the view from the front was even better than the view from the back. This girl had the biggest set of tits he'd ever seen in person. The amount of cleavage she was proudly displaying wasn't to disappoint, either. Sheldon could have sprained his tongue drooling on those luscious mounds had he not stripped his attention back to the bartender.

"Gin and Tonic," Sheldon said plainly and sat down. The blonde turned her brown eyes to Sheldon's and she smiled.

"Sheldon Reese?" she said with the bubbly enthusiasm of a mid-twenty year old. Sheldon smiled curiously and extended his hand to take hers in a gentle shake.

"The one and only," he said, still smiling.

"Oh wow! I've heard about you from George," she said, looking the older man up and down. Her tongue snaked out between her lips to wet the gloss on them, making the blood start to rush back to Sheldon's loins. Sheldon still had no idea who she was, and he wore his confusion like a red badge of stupidity. "I'm Lucy, Lucy Mounds; I'm George's sister."

"Right! I guess I just didn't expect to see you here," Sheldon said, not able to help his view from drifting south. He noticed her large nipples hardening as his eyes licked over the valley of tit-flesh on display beside him.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to be, but we figured since George wasn't home yet, you either beat the shit out of him for being late, or he was drunk," Lucy said, her eyes sparkling. Sheldon's eyes weren't the only ones drifting and she took in his strong frame; his well built arms, thick chest, narrow waist, and ever growing shaft sticking up along his hip. She felt her pussy moisten and a deep fiery itch start in her core.

"Nope, just drunk. He twisted his ankle on the last hole though, he'll be along after getting it looked after and some time in the steam room," Sheldon said, prying his eyes back up her body, noticing her breathing had shallowed and sped up. The fact that she was starting to figet in her seat was not lost on Sheldon either, and he swore he could smell wet pussy.

"How much time?" Lucy asked, taking the last swig out of her glass, the ice clinking in the sudden silence.

"Enough," Sheldon said. The two got up simultaneously, Sheldon leading Lucy down to the game room. The bar was deserted, he figured the pool tables would be, too. He hadn't been so happy to be right in a long time. As soon as the door shut behind them, Sheldon turned around and planted a kiss on the woman's lips, savoring the taste, noticing how much she tasted and reacted like her niece did this morning. Her hands were roaming down his strong back, making Sheldon shiver as his pulled her tight T-shirt out of the top of her jeans and mauled the curvy flesh under it.

Their lips staying locked, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, smashing her huge tits into his chest, her hands practically bear hugging the man. His hands went down to her jean-clad ass, his finger tips feeling the heat radiating from her swampy cunt. They broke the kiss only for the moment it took to peel her T-shirt from her skin, then her bra. Sheldon's lips ravaged Lucy's for a moment, then broke to move down her neck, sucking on her collar bone, and then moving lower, exploring the huge mounds of flesh. He set her down on the pool table, her hands flying to her back to unclasp her bra before he pushed her to the table top. 




Cherry Hill Ch. 04



Lucy's hands went to her huge mounds and she pushed them together invitingly, her nipples raking against each other and a small moan escaping her lips at the contact. Sheldon kicked his shoes off and pushed his pants down in a feat of fluidity that only alcohol can induce and was on the table in a flash. Sheldon's lips engulfed both nipples and his hands mauled the flesh attached to them He pushed them to her mouth and the two of them savored the taste of her skin, so reminiscent of George's daughter, yet different and delightful at the same time. 

Lucy's hands, not to be idle, moved down Sheldon's powerful frame to his naked hips and then around to his raging cock, standing straight out along his firm belly. Her hands stroked faster and faster on his stiff prick, the ample pre-cum dripping from the tip provided all the lube she needed. They both sucked and licked her nipples while they kissed each other, both of them giving little sighs and moans of pleasure as their manipulated bodies twitched.

"Fuck my tits," Lucy commanded, her eyes burning into Sheldon's. "I want to feel you cum in my pussy, but use my tits to get there. Fuck'em hard and make me cum, you bastard," she hissed, her eyes never leaving Sheldon's. He didn't need to be told twice and he soon had his dick rocking in and out of the valley of warm, soft cleavage. She bent down to start slurping his cock head as it pistoned from between her boobs, the spit letting him move faster and faster.

Sheldon almost lost it. He felt her hands move down to her waist and she wiggled out of her jeans while he rode her chest like he was in a rodeo. His hands pushed and twisted her huge mounds of flesh, his thumbs and forefingers constantly tweaking and twisting her nipples. Her body rocked under his, twitching with each prodding finger and each thrust of his cum-drooling cock. The sound of her jeans hitting the floor joined the sounds of silenced passion in the room. Lucy kept a hand at her pussy, the pink hole sloshing noisily as she fingered it, shoving four fingers in her well-fucked hole, while her other hand moved up to twist Sheldon's balls.

"Oh fuck yes," Sheldon moaned loudly. He knew he was close, she knew he was close

"Oh fuck! Oh fucking cum in me, you bastard! Fill my cunt!" she almost screamed. Sheldon didn't need much more encouragement and he slid backwards from her tits until he was standing between her lewdly splayed legs. Both of her hands went to her pussy and she stretched it wide with two fingers from each hand, her pink depths dripping with her cum already.

Sheldon slammed his cock home and she let her pussy slap shut against his prick. The velvet vice clamped down and a squirt of her cum came out. Her hands blurred on her clit and her body twitched. Sheldon shot his load deep in her belly, his whole body going numb except his dick, as it was getting milked by the wild blonde cunt riding him. 

Shot after shot erupted from his prick like a volcano. Sheldon couldn't even stand after the fifth shot, his body slumping forward as his neighbor kept twitching her hips and fucking him on the pool table. She felt each of his 8 powerful shots blast into her womb, coating her pink walls with his hot white cum. His prick continued dribbling cum into her for another minute while Sheldon caught his breath and let his jack hammering heart slow down.

"Fuckin' A," Sheldon managed, standing, but keeping his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. He felt her muscles work around his rod, but was surprised at how loose she actually was, only the entrance of her pussy able to keep a lock around his wilting dick.

"Goddamn right," she sighed, trying to catch her breath as well. Her body convulsed and tightened up as smaller after-shock orgasms ripped through her.

Sheldon chuckled at the sight and pulled out slowly. Lucy pushed her hips up and braced her feet on the edge of the table. Her fingers pulled her pussy open wide and Sheldon looked in, seeing a pond of cum contained in her dripping twat.

"That's all you," she cooed. Sheldon watched in mystery as she squeezed her cunt muscles together and pushed their cum out in a milky river, her pussy contracting down and her fingers letting it close back to its normal size. Their spunk ran down over her puckered ass and dripped down onto the rail of the pool table, staining the green fabric white as Lucy kept dripping.

"Thanks for the ride," Sheldon said, pulling his pants on his legs.

"Oh fuck, George!" Lucy said, a look of panic on her face.

"Oh, hell, I'm sure he's just..." Sheldon started, snapping and zipping his fly.

"...right behind you," George's voice said flatly. "If you're done fucking my sister, can we get going? I'm fuckin' hungry and my ankle hurts like hell," he continued. Lucy pulled her pants back on, electing to carny her shoes. Sheldon noticed the bright red she had turned, the flush extending almost down to her still-distended nipples. George held the door open for her, his face a mask of emotionless anger. She barely looked at him, but as she did, she hurried in her step. 

George looked at Sheldon and his face softened for a moment and he winked before his face turned to stone again and he followed his freshly fucked out the door. Sheldon started to laugh as he put his shoes on, it growing from a nervous chuckle to a rolling belly laugh before he took a deep breath and walked out of the club to his car.

******

"Do it!" Mitzi Collins growled into the phone. Her finger flipped the cell phone closed, then pushed it into her purse. Soon it was buried deep inside her cunt, stroking and fucking herself into a frenzy of lust. She had just finished the phone conversation with her husband Derek, and she knew he'd be ready to pleasure her. That or he'd take his punishment. Her head nodded as she passed Tonya Reese coming towards her in her own vehicle. 

She wondered when she'd get over to Tonya's for her personnel facial, but she wasn't on the list for this week, just her and her husband. 

Mitzi pulled into her drive and shut off the engine. Opening the door the tall black bombshell stepped out and placed her 5 inch stilettos onto the pavement; the click of her shoes, could be heard echoing off the trees. It was going on 7:00, and she was late from work. That was how all this started tonight. Her sub had tried to berate her for being late. She immediately fired off their punishment, and she knew that her husband was in such a frenzy to cum, she only have to point and he would. 

The door was pulled open, before she even got there. He'd been ordered to come to the door naked, and hard. It was to be opened precisely when she would have opened it herself. She walked in and stood there. Derek closed the door behind her, and removed her jacket for her. Derek's cock was so hard for Mitzi, that it wanted to burst all over her expensive suit. She'd ordered him to jerk off the last hour, and to be cocked and ready when she got home. 

He had been sitting on the couch, holding the flogger and running it over his cock for the last hour, his hand jerking fast, then slow. His balls wanted to release and flood his wife's pussy, mouth, ass, or tits, he didn't care, it was all for her anyway, he just needed to cum. Derek's cock hit his wife's ass and a large drop of pre-cum soaked her skirt. 

"You didn't," she sighed in frustration.

Derek said nothing, his veins flooded with lust. His eyes glowed thick with desire, as he knew he was going to be forced to not cum for the next hour. Pre-cum on her favorite skirt was really going to piss her off. His wife was a perfectionist, everything was clean, and everything was kept in perfect order. She was obsessed with the need to have nothing out of order. He pulled her skirt from her body, and handed it to her. As she inspected the wet stain, he pulled her thong down, and she stepped free of it as well. He looked at her ass, as he was on his knees pulling the thong away from her heels. "May I kiss your ass, Mistress?" he begged.

She turned back and looked at her husband. His eyes looked so full of love, and heat, that she couldn't resist his request, the stain bothered her, but right now her own pussy was on fire. "Yes, Slave you may kiss it, lick it to while your there." Mitzi watched as her husband placed his strong hands on her hips and he lifted his mouth to her firm globes of ass cheek. She moaned in pleasure as he licked up and down her cheeks. Sliding his tongue over each hard, black part of her. His fingers moved between the cracks and he licked the full length of it, before kissing the skin he had made wet. 

Mitzi felt his tongue slide against her ass hole and she almost came. She moved quickly from him, and spun around. "Get up and let's have dinner." 

Derek followed her into the kitchen, his hard cock leaping to do her bidding. He only wanted to bury himself in her, but he knew it would be when she said so. He liked living like this. All his life he had been in charge of everything. After his father had dumped his mom, Derek grew up as the head of the household. He worked two jobs after school, fed and kept his little brother and sisters, and kept a roof over his family's head. Once he got a scholarship to play ball, he was home free. Got a degree in Biology, earned enough money for him, to provide all his family with a college education, then met Mitzi.

Mitzi and he had hit it off right away. She had this body that just wouldn't stop. They had dated for months, before sleeping together, and then months after that she started leaving these magazines around. He'd flip through them, and feel his cock getting harder with the images of her taking control of him. He loved it when he finally asked her to start treating him like she owned him. It was his way of letting someone else handle something in his life. They married a couple of years later, and he worked on finding a few cures for a few illnesses. Before long he quit his job, and now sells cars to pass the time. He doesn't need to work, but he does it to not get bored. Usually he is home, keeping the place running smoothly, while Mitzi works. 

Derek scooted Mitzi into her chair, served her food, then settled in to eat hers. His hand played with his cock, while the other handled his fork. "How was your day?" he asked. Dinner was one of the few times, he removed himself from the submissive state, though he knew to keep his cock hard, was still an ongoing command. Mitzi smiled, and at her supper with nothing, but her blouse and bra on. She knew his hand was keeping his 12 inch cock hard and ready for her. She'd be fucking it soon enough, so she went ahead and enjoyed the conversation of the day. 

"Well, I wasn't sure why I had to go in on a Satuday. I mean the dentist office is closed on weekends, but there was an emergency as you know, and fuck it took most of the morning to do that procedure. Then some parent brought a kid by, and he'd knocked out a couple of permanent teeth. So we worked on him some, then I figured I'd get some things done for the doc, while I was there. I want to come home early Monday. I'm hoping to visit old lady Kestler, and take her shopping."

Derek nodded, "She does need to get out of that house. I think it is the creepiest place in the neighborhood."

Mitzi giggled, "Some say its haunted!"

"I've heard that rumor," he finished his food, and cleared his and her plates. Then stood beside her, his mind racing over what she may have planned for the evening. 

Her eyes looked at the black rod that was poking out at her. She touched the wet tip, then licked her finger clean. Mitzi enjoyed the control she had on his sex, but she also wondered how this had happened. She knew it was miscommunication on her part. She had left the magazines out years ago, hoping he'd dominate her, and in the end she had found the flogger in her hand and him asking for her to control one aspect of his life. Mitzi could tell how desperately Derek had wanted this, so she had become the Dominate in the relationship, she often wondered how the whip would feel across her back, or the flogger handle shoved up her ass. Not wanting to take his pleasure from him, she continued in this way of life. Only wanting to please him in the end. Mitzi chuckled to herself, thinking it was pretty ironic that the Slave really did have more control over her then he realized. 

Pushing her chair back, Mitzi stood in front of Derek, she actually hated this part. She never knew what to come up with next. Wrapping her fingers around his massive cock, she led him to the bedroom. Her mind played over the different articles he'd cut out for her to peruse, as well as pictures. His dick was swollen in her palm and she pulled on it while they moved into the room. Mitzi released him, then walked over and grabbed the cock and ball divider. He had all ready held his erection for a long time now, no use not having him hold it back longer. 

Derek eyed the black leather and watched her hands move toward his dick. He almost told her he wanted to end it and cum now, but he didn't. His dick jerked as she touched his skin, and tightened the snaps tight around his rod, and his sac. He felt like he'd explode with the slightest whisper or suggestion from her mouth, but he held off, and waited for what she had planned next. 

Taking his cock by her hand once more, she led him to the bed. "Climb on, Slut."

He did as she had ordered and was soon spread eagle. His hands in the cuffs that hung from each end of the bed, and his legs cuffed down at each posts. She took off her blouse and her bra, then reached into the drawer under the bed and pulled out the nipple stimulator. Mitzi attached the nipple cups to each one of Derek's nipples and began to pull his nipples as she sucked pumped and released the air that surrounded them. She watched his face contort, and she knew he was enjoying the sensation of his nipples being sucked from his chest. 

She'd used this on herself before and came often, so she knew he liked it. Her body throbbed with hunger, and she watched his cock swell more, wanting to cum for her. Mitzi released his nipples, then bent down and licked each one, then bit his skin hard. Derek jerked up and pulled on his bindings. He felt his hips lift in the air. Mitzi smiled up at him, and Derek returned her grin. 

Mitzi straddled her husband's cock and slid her wet pussy all over the shaft. She felt the juices of his body cover the hard member, then she took her hand and guided him in. His cock was full and thick, her black pussy lips separated to show the pink inside. Pushing down on his granite filled dick, she felt every inch of her husband's package drive inside her. "Fuck baby, you're so big for me tonight." 

Derek grinned and watched his wife drive up and down on his cock, the cum was boiling now more then ever. He wanted to reach out and twist her nipples, making her feel a bit of pain. His hips lifted, and tried to impale her deeper, but all he could do was thrust up at her pussy. "Oh Jesus, Hon... I think I'm going to pop!"

She smiled down on him, her own body rocking and rubbing his shaft. Her hot, black pussy was sloppy with cunt juice and she wanted it to mix with cum. "Do it, baby! Cum for me!" she screamed out. 

His load of semen shot into her cavern and she covered his cock with her cum. The two liquids flowed hot and heavy. Each one was thick and each one continued to shoot out massive amounts of sticky syrup. She squeezed his shaft, and felt his cock jerk in spasms as it released the rest of the pent up come from his harnessed balls. Mitzi finished her own jerks and wiggles, before climbing off his softened dick, still an impressive size when eased of its gift.

Mitzi crawled over and offered her nipple to his mouth. Derek sucked greedily on it, pulling and biting the hard bud. "Ouch!" she exclaimed and almost punished him, but she looked down, and stopped. She noticed something that she wasn't sure if he had realized. His eyes had grown wide for a moment, and seemed to darken a bit more. Locking that thought in her mind she released the cuffs, and then the ones at his ankles were undone as well. The strap on his cock was unsnapped and tossed to the floor. 

Derek pulled her to him, slipped an arm around her. His cock all ready responding again. He rolled over her and entered her slowly. This was how they completed each act of bondage play, with slow easy loving. Derek moved and slipped his cock out, and then back in. Each time growing fuller and longer. 

Mitzi wrapped her legs around him, and held him close. Thoughts of him having her cuffed to the bed and taking her from behind filled her mind. It wasn't long before Derek was biting her nipples, and her neck, each bite becoming harder, and bringing more pleasure with the pain for Mitzi. She promised that she'd have to find some way to turn over the reigns and let him to the work for a while. 

********

Jade looked around her tiny apartment and sighed heavily.

"Another fucking day wasted," she said to the empty room. She'd moved in to the apartment a few months ago and she'd been hating it since. The only good thing she'd discovered is an ample amount of clientele in the neighborhood to sell her pot to; and more than a few of them were more than willing to fuck her stupid for her drugs instead of paying cash. Most of the time, that was just fine with her.

Jade's head rolled lazily to the clock on the wall over her TV and saw that it was already 9 PM. She grabbed the remote next to her on the couch and shut the TV off, tired of the routine line up of the same old shit. She looked down at herself as she stood up; it hadn't occurred to her before just then that she hadn't even changed out of her pajama's, her dangerously low riding flannel pants reminding her that she'd at least showered and shaved her silken pussy hair this morning. She stretched her arms above her head, cracking her knuckles as she felt the thin fabric of her excessively short T-shirt scratching over the tops of her nipples, threatening to have the bottom hem catch on her suddenly erect nubs.

Jade wandered across the room to her little kitchenette area and opened the fridge door, letting the cool air rake across her body and sending a chill through her skin in all the right places. She still had three pounds of weed in there, nestled in among her milk and eggs and the few other meager groceries she kept. None of the food she had looked good and she shut the door harder than she should have. With another heavy sigh, she closed her eyes and banged her head against the freezer door.

"I hate this fucking town!" she yelled loud enough for her neighbors to hear. Her eyes flashed open and she saw the magnet for the local pizza delivery joint. Three thoughts ran through her head: first, her stomach twitched in hunger, second, her mind twitched over eating greasy, cheap pizza while stoned, and third, she might be able to fuck the pizza driver. This neighborhood supplied ample buyers for her product, but the problem was that most of them were chicks. She didn't mind eating pussy while stoned, or even better yet, feeling the pleasure enhancement of Columbia's finest in her blood stream and a well-trained tongue wracking her cunt, but nothing beat a good, hard, hot cock sliding in and out of her velvet vice.

Her hand was reaching for the phone and dialing the number before she even realized she was doing it.

"Pizza Park? This is Jade Wanatabe, 609 Cherry Lane, Apartment D. I need a pizza delivered," she said after the phone was answered.

"Hello Jade, this is Brian, what can we get for you?" the man answered. His voice sounded like he was in his mid twenties, it was clear, well spoken, and it sounded like he had utter contempt for his job.

"Brian," Jade said, opening a cupboard door and pulling out a small leather purse. "I'll be honest. I'm not really all that hungry for pizza." She opened the purse and pulled a joint out of it and a strike-anywhere match. She heard a heavy sigh in the receiver and she knew she had him. A smile curved her lips for the first time that day as she put her joint in her mouth.




Cherry Hill Ch. 04



"Then why did you call?" Brian responded, sounding harried. 

"I need dick. Hard, long, thick, cock, Brian. I need it fast, and I need it bad," Jade said. There was silence on the other end of the line; she didn't even hear breathing.

"Brian?" Jade asked, inhaling deeply on the joint.

"I'm listening."

"I'm horny. I'm 18 years old and Japanese. Ever fuck a clean shaven, open pussy, big titted oriental girl, Brian?" Jade said, watching the smoke curl up from her mouth and nose. Silence answered her. "Brian, you there, sweetie?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. Are you serious?" Brian asked quietly.

"Fucking right!" Jade laughed. "Just make me a medium thin crust, deliver it yourself, and don't plan on being back to work anytime soon," Jade purred. She slid her free hand down her belly and across her engorged pussy lips, finding them already slippery with her honey. She pushed her fingers between them, and she heard her wetness splat against them.

"All right, so that was a large sausage on thin crust, delivered to 609 Cherry Lane, apartment D," Brian said, trying to regain some composure. Jade slid the phone down her body, feeling the antenna rake across her skin. She splashed her fingers harder against her pussy, twitching at the feeling against her clit. After half-a-dozen or so meaty splashes, she pulled the phone back to her ear.

"Hear that, Brian? That's how wet I am. I'm going to keep finger fucking my sweet little pussy until you get here."

"Right, so that should be about half an hour," Brian said, his voice cracking.

"Brian," Jade said huskily.

"Yes?" Brian replied, his voice wavering.

"The sooner you get here, the sooner you get to cum in my cunt. My nice, hot, juicy pussy, all ready, all for you," Jade breathed into the phone. She wasn't sure if he could still hear her fingers splashing in and out of her cunt, but they were working over time. "Brian, one more thing," Jade said after a moment of silence. Her breath was ragged and there was no doubt that Brian heard that.

"Yes?" Brian repeated, his voice almost a whisper.

"If you're here in 20 minutes, I'll even let you fuck my ass. It's even better than my soaking cunt," she teased.

"Thank you for calling Pizza Park," Brian said and hung up.

Jade laughed as she shut her phone off. She licked her juices from her glistening fingers and stripped. The rest of her joint slowly disappeared and she was feeling a hell of a buzz. Her pussy was twitching and she could almost feel it vibrating with the sensations racing through it. Her clit was humming and her depths were itching for a stretching. She absorbed herself in the feeling until a pounding on the door shook her from her slowly building orgasm.

The next 22 minutes were a blur of slowly building orgasm and pot. She was making a puddle on the couch, and Jade was fascinated by that; watching her pussy juice slowly splash out of her slit and add to the growing dark spot on the cushion. The pounding on the door seemed to only match the timing of her fingers strumming her clit like a guitar string. It took her a few seconds to even realize there was someone at the door.

"I'm open!" Jade shouted, giggling. The door opened quickly, and Jade's head rolled to take in the pizza boy as he stepped through the door and shut it behind him quickly. Brian was taller than she thought he'd be; standing just over 6 feet in height, he had a good build and short brown hair. She didn't care about the rest of him, so long as he was hung, and judging from the bulge in his pants, she thought he'd do.

Brian was speechless. He didn't even try to talk, he just pulled his pants down and walked around to Jade, sitting on her couch.

"Too bad it took so long," she said as he knelt, his thick member standing proudly. "Otherwise you'd have had both," she breathed huskily. Brian's cock head bobbed against her slit, gathering her wetness before pushing against her entrance. Jade folded her elbows over her knees and pulled her legs apart farther, giving the pizza boy full access to push into her.

Jade's mind erupted when she felt his cock push her pussy open. He was a good share thicker than her normal fare, but not nearly as long. His cock was long enough to get the job done, though, and she felt her pussy light up in time with her mind.

"Mmmmm, you feel nice, pizza boy," she cooed as he bottomed out, her juices slapping wetly with their bodies. 

"So do you," Brian said, pulling out slowly until just the tip of his head was stretching her pink core.

"Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me hard and fast and cum in my cunt!" Jade hissed as Brian plunged back into her. Brian didn't need any further encouragement and his hips started rocking his cock in and out of her cum slicked twat. Jade squeezed around his thick dick and her hips started rocking in time with his, mashing her clit against Brian's root on every stroke, taking her orgasm higher and higher.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Jade chanted quickly and quietly, in time with the nice fucking she was getting. Her body started to twitch and her pussy started to convulse around Brian's invading member. She couldn't even think clearly between the weed and the sex; all she knew was that she was getting fucked and she really liked it. Brian didn't have much for style, but the fact that his cock was as big around as her wrist made up for that when it pistoned in and out of her constantly drooling pussy.

"Gonna cum!" Brian half-shouted.

"Oh fuck, me too! Cum inside me, you bastard! Drown my cunt in cum!" Jade squealed. A few more strokes and she felt his cock expand and her world stopped. She felt everything, she saw everything, she smelled everything. For one brief instant, the world was in perfect clarity. She felt every bead of sweat on her body, felt every drop of cum coating her crotch, and she felt every vein pulse in the rock hard cock inside her aching pussy. Every inch of her felt every inch of him.

Then her world exploded. Her orgasm hit her like an express train; she felt nothing but that cock in her cunt, and she was barely aware of that. It felt like a bomb went off in her body, radiating from her twitching pussy and making it up to her brain faster than the speed of light. She passed out on the couch, her pussy still spraying Brian's captured cock with her honey. Brian loaded her pussy with his spunk and then pulled out, his crotch dripping like someone hit him with a water balloon.

Jade's face twisted to a smile and she was barely aware that the door to her apartment shut.

*****

Tonya walked inside the house, and saw her husband Sheldon enjoying a pizza and she sauntered over to him, and sat on his lap. She grabbed a slice, and screwed up her noise. "Ew, its cold."

"Yeah the pizza guy was late. Got it free though," Sheldon Reese told his wife. 

She shrugged, and took a swig of his beer, "Well that is all the matters then, right."

Sheldon held his wife on his lap, and his hand rubbed along her butt. He flipped the TV volume down, and took the beer from his wife, swallowed deep, then asked about her day. 

"Oh, it was all right. I had the regular older lady that comes in, then did a new customer. She was nice, really friendly, and I guess she liked the service, she tipped big." Tonya felt a throb in her pussy, and squeezed the muscles of her cunt together. She recalled the sexy, red haired pussy, she had gotten to eat that morning, and she felt the familiar slip of juices ease from her body. 

"How was golf?" Tonya asked as she scooted up closer on his lap, her finger trailing over the buttons on his shirt, as she began to work each one free. 

Sheldon thought over the pussies he had enjoyed that morning. First Miss Emily and then George's sister later that afternoon, "Great, I plowed through a lot of holes this morning."

"Did you beat him?"

"Nay, but fuck it was a fun day all in all. Just nice to get out and do something new for a change."

She cocked her brow, "New? You go golfing every Saturday. How was today any different?"

"Well, it just seemed different to me for some reason, probably because I was a bit tipsy from having a drink earlier." Sheldon knew that was a lame excuse, but he had no clue that his wife, knew about his extra curricular activities at the Country Club.

She slid her hand over his crotch, "So what time are the Devlon's coming over?" Tonya pressed her lips to her husband's neck. 

"Reg Sr. called and he and Ellie will be over in about half an hour." He shifted in his seat, as she pressed her hand on his cock, "In a hurry for the evening's activities?"

Tonya moved her head back and looked into his smiling eyes. "I thought maybe since my pizza was cold and the beer is cold, you'd give me something hot to warm my belly."

"I don't want Reginold to have a frigid mouth on his cock this evening, wouldn't seem right now would it?" he grinned as he opened up the fly of his pants, and pulled his cock out for her waiting hands.

She slipped down to the floor, pizza and beer forgotten as she looked at the hard rod before her. "No, it wouldn't be right for him to have a cold mouth on his cock. I do so love to suck your cock, baby," she moaned as her mouth immediately plunged down on his thick member. Tonya swirled her tongue over his cock, and began to bob up and down on the massive tool. Fucking him hard, her pussy wet from the thoughts of the redheaded cunt she had enjoyed. She sucked her husband's dick, as she imagined the little red head underneath her eating the slick juices of her cunt. 

Sheldon watched his cock disappear into his wife's hot mouth, and he felt her tongue stroke and slide all over his sensitive flesh. He groaned as she grasped his balls, and started to squeeze them gently, then more firmly. He pushed her head down with his hand, forcing her to take him deeper. "Oh fuck, yes baby girl, suck my cock, make me cum." He closed his eyes and imagined Emily Krest like she had been this morning. Her face buried into his sex, and fucking him with her mouth. 

Tonya felt her pussy throb, and ache with need and she pushed the free hand she had, into the hot, slick hole. She finger fucked herself, while her head kept taking in her husband's deep cock. He held the base of the shaft up for her, so she could concentrate of his balls, and her pussy while sucking his member deeper down her throat. 

"Sweetie, baby, I want you to swallow your Daddy's cum, take it all baby girl," Sheldon shuddered as his wife's teeth grazed the sides of his shaft, and the tip of his rod, hit the back of her throat. "Oh yes, baby, fuck me, your Daddy needs to cum, make me happy my little girl."

Tonya heard the words of his fantasy, and she relished in it. She wanted to fuck him hard and fast, to give him the fantasy he desired. She screwed his cock with deeper thrusts, and drove her fingers deeper into her cunt. Soon she was cumming all over her hands, and his cum was shooting up and splashing into her throat. Her mouth worked frantically, swallowing, sucking and milking more cum from his rod. 

Sheldon released the hot, spray and felt her continue to bring more from him. He couldn't believe the day he'd had, and he still had the Devlon's coming over in a few minutes. He drove his wife's head down deep, and forced her to continue taking his hot cum. Sheldon shuddered after the final spurt of cum left his cock, and he could smell her own sex. When she pulled her mouth from his cock, he grabbed her cunt juiced hand, and sucked it clean, before hauling her up and fucking her mouth with his tongue. 

"Fuck baby, I can't believe I came ag..." he stopped short, and looked at her, "I came and you swallowed it all, shit, I hope I got some left for Ellie."

Tonya licked her husband's chin, and bit the flesh. She had known what he almost said. Her thoughts took her to the Country Club and she wondered what flavor of the day, he had fucked while he was playing golf. She'd have to head over there tomorrow and do some searching. If her husband was going to fuck pussy, she wanted to know at least who is was, perhaps she'd work in her own sample sometime.

She slipped up from her knees, and began to clear away the pizza box and the beer bottles that Sheldon had plowed through while he'd been waiting for her to get home. While she was in the kitchen she heard the door-bell chime, and then heard Sheldon's voice greet the Devlon's with a hearty welcome. 

Washing her hands free of grease, she felt the strong hands of Reginold Devlon the Second around her waist and his lips on her neck. "Hey, doll. Have good day today?"

Twisting in his arms she curled her hands around his neck, and intertwined them. "Not to bad, how about you? Get any of that little daughter's pussy yet?"

"Nope, but I wanting it real bad. Guess you could help me ease my discomfort."

She grinned and pressed her boobs to his chest, "Fuck baby, I want to help you real bad."

Reginold grinned and licked the side of her neck, and pushed his hand against the side of her breast. "Ellie and Sheldon grabbed the master bedroom, should we take the living room?" He tweaked her nipple, and twisted the hard tip, while sucking the soft skin of her neck.

"Can you make to the living room, before you have a look at my cunt," she stroked his rod firmly, her pussy still aching from her finger fucking earlier. "I don't want to wait. I had a couple of cancellations at the mall today, and I need a proper eating out, can you do that for me, baby?"

Without another word, Reginold pulled away her clothes. Her skirt laid on the floor, her thong now tore from his ripping hands, and her blouse ripped and lifted from her tits. She worked the clasp free and released the 48DD's and pushed them together. The nipples touched, and she rubbed them against each other, moaning as she did so. 

He carried her to the kitchen table and laid her down on it. Reginold stepped back, his hand splayed over her rounded stomach, a little bigger then she should be for her age and health, but he didn't mind, he liked her softness. With quick fingers he dislodged his shoes, and socks then pulled his pants, and briefs off. His shirt and sports coat were soon huddled on the floor, and he was burying his face in her wet pussy.

In the master bedroom, Sheldon had all ready made quick work of his clothes as had Ellenor Devlon. He had pushed her on the bed and was busy plowing her cunt, all ready hard when he had seen her sexy body walk into the house. They had made the introductions, grabbed her hand, and pointed Reggie to the kitchen where his wife was. Sheldon wasn't surprised when he entered Ellie's hot, pussy. She too was wet, just as his wife would have been for Reginold's invasion. He pushed and pumped his rod into the woman's sex, feeling her squeeze and clasp around his shaft.

Ellenor continued to clasp Sheldon's cock, and was thrusting her hips up to meet him, her pussy was still wet from catching her son and daughter 69'ing each other earlier that day. She wanted to be under her son's cock, and sucking her little girl's cunt, but she hadn't gotten the chance to yet. So she had Reginold tease her pussy to release as they drove to the date with the Reese's. Now as Sheldon was plowing her, she was feeling the hot, juices beckoning out once more. 

She dug her heels into his back and yelled for him to fuck her hard and fast. Ellie wanted to cum all over his cock, and she worked faster and harder to do it. She ached deep inside, and hungered for more. Closing her eyes she pictured her daughter Sabrina's pussy grinding against her mouth, and she imagined her young son Reginold Devlon the third ramming into her hot sex, while she ate out her little girl. 

"Fuck you're so tight, Ellie," Sheldon groaned as he pumped into her sweet pussy. "You swallow me up baby." Reggie knew that come tomorrow morning he was not going to be able to fuck for a couple of days, he was releasing so much cum into the women of Cherry Hill, he'd need to recover before he got a chance to plow his own wife. 

"Reggie, oh God baby, make Mommy cum for you," Ellie shouted out, her mind lost in her fantasies. She ran her hands to her tits, and squeezed them hard.

Sheldon helped her out, and encouraged her little dream of fucking her son, with his own ad-libbing. "Oh mom, I've wanted to fuck your sweet cunt for so long. Can I fuck you mom all the time, ram my cock deep into your pussy. Mommy, I want it so bad." He plowed and pumped harder slamming the tip of his rod against her G-spot, and fucking her senseless.

Back in the kitchen, Tonya was helping Reginold the second with his own incestuous dreams. She had become the sweet, demure Sabrina and her Papa was fucking her little cunt. "Oh, Papa, my pussy wants you so much. Oh Daddy, fuck me with your cock now, oh yes, Daddy!" she called out, as Reggie continued his assault on her sex with his tongue and not his cock.

"You have to wait Sabrina, Honey, I need to drink you, I'm a thristy Daddy," Reginold swirled his tongue over her clit, and ran nibbles along the engorged lips. "I'll give you my cock soon sweetheart, cum for your Dad first." He returned his attention to the soft mound of flesh that was giving off and erotic scent. He pictured his daughter beneath his face, and her pussy sliding all over his tongue and teeth. 

Tonya ran her fingers into his hair and held his mouth tight against her pussy, feeling the heat of his breath covering her. She felt the liquid slide over her walls, and down to his waiting tongue. Tonya bucked and made his mouth ride her cunt with each lift and fall of her hips. Fucking her fast with his tongue, Reggie soon inserted two fingers and worked her pussy into a sloppy mess. He growl against her, then bite her swollen clit, and suck deeper and deeper the swollen sex. 

Sliding his mouth from her pussy, he reached up and squeezed Tonya's nipple hard, making her back arch and rise. He thrust three fingers in deep and then returned to lavishing her pussy. His tongue pressed against the walls of her cunt, while his fingers stroked the inside of her. Soon Tonya was covering his mouth with cum, and pushing his head into her mound, as she forced him to slide his face all over her. Screwing her pussy, with fingers and teeth Reggie inhaled and drank the steamy liquid that covered his features. 

When he had sucked her juices, he pushed his cock into the opened cunt, and began to fuck her with fast hard strokes. His dick would hit the walls of her sex, and plow against the pelvis bone. Filling her cavern with his granite, hard cock, he grabbed Tonya's hips and drove into her pussy. She gripped him with tight muscles until she'd feel him try to escape, then she release him only to squeeze the tip of his cock. Reggie would move back into her and she'd contract her muscles again, forcing his cock to work harder, and rub her walls with more friction. 

The whole house was full of the sounds of people screaming and groaning out lust filled words. "Fuck!" was screamed from the bedroom, as Sheldon released his cum onto Ellie's tits, and she screamed, "All of it, Fuck yes, cover me in your cum!"

Tonya was being fucked hard and long with Reggie's dick, and then he was shooting her full of his fluid, as he heard his wife's voice carry to him. He imagined his daughter, his wife and Tonya, naked and screwing each other while he watched. He shuddered his release and covered her pussy walls with his juice. Tonya was once again soaking his dick with her cum, as they rocked and squeaked her kitchen table. 

When the couples had begun breathing again, they all met in the living room. Tonya looked down at Ellie's semen and cum soaked pussy, and dropped to the carpet. She laid down, and Ellie laid on top of her. Ellie began washing the cum of her husband from Tonya's pussy, while Tonya worked on cleaning Ellie. Clits were stroked and bitten while Reggie stood behind his wife and rammed his cock into her ass. 




Cherry Hill Ch. 05



"So tell me, Manny, why is it that you came to see me?" Pastor O'Malley asked kindly. 

"Well Pastor, I just get the feeling, that there aren't any good people left in our neighborhood. You know, everyone's like sleeping around and prostituting for fun and profit, and I think the whole neighborhood is going to Hell," Manny replied, his hands fidgeting so much he was almost wringing them.

Pastor raised an eyebrow and Manny's skin instantly flushed.

"Well, everyone except for you and your wife, Pastor," Manny quickly corrected. "I'm pretty sure the Allen boys have yet to be tainted by the Gomorrah that has become our community, but I can't be sure."

"Well, Mr. Adams, how does that make you feel?" Pastor asked quickly. Manny noticed his face was a little flush and he seemed to be sweating a little, even in the air-conditioned church office.

"Are you okay, Pastor?" Manny asked obvious concern in his voice. "If you're unable to make today's service, I'm sure I could deliver a stirring Sermon..."Manny offered with a smile.

"No, no, I'll be coming around by the time we gather for worship, but thank you for the offer, Manny." 

Manny smiled broadly and nodded."I guess the whole situation makes me feel uncomfortable. I mean, if I know what's going on around the neighborhood, how much does everyone else know? As an outsider, I obviously have a clearer perspective and I'm not looking through lust-tinted glasses at everything, but do husbands and wives know how unfaithful their partners are? Does the sacrament of marriage mean nothing to these people?" Manny asked, excitement and ire raising in his voice.

Pastor smiled gently and waved Manny down before he got too excited and stood up. "Manny, I assure you, these problems will work themselves out," Pastor said. He paused to clear his throat, taking a sip from a glass of water on his desk before continuing. Manny looked at him, highly concerned. Again, Pastor quelled his concerns with a gentle smile and a small shake of his head. "It's nothing, Manny, I've just been a little under the table....I mean, whether...lately. I do appreciate your concern, though," Pastor said, clearing his throat again.

"Pastor, I don't want these problems to work themselves out, I want to be able to intervene and solve them before the moral turpitude drives our once-fair community into the biblical annals of the living prophets and Cherry Hill becomes the new Babylon," Manny continued his rant, growing again. Pastor quieted him down again with a gentle face and a subtle wave.

"Manny, as I said, these problems have a way, of working themselves out. I appreciate your concern, but trust me, as far as my counseling goes for our little community, extra-marital affairs take a back seat to other issues in the home. I will, however, be on the look out for any activities that our Lord would look down upon and seek to council the offenders," Pastor said warmly, with a hint of sternness in his voice.

"I'm glad you think that's the best course, Pastor," Manny said with a smile. "I do think that I would like to take a more proactive approach to this problem, however. If you ever think you need assistance in talking some sense into any of our straying neighbors, please, Pastor, come to me first," Manny continued. Pastor flushed heavily and Manny could see sweat breaking out across his brow again. He shifted in his seat and leaned a little heavier on his desk than he'd been before.

"Manny, you will be the first I come to if I need help in discussing this situation with any of our neighbors," Pastor said, clearing his throat again. He quickly smiled at Manny to subdue any thoughts of concern on the young man's face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a little preparation to do before today's call to worship."

"Oh, of course, Pastor I just wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one, seeing the problem in our neighborhood," Manny said smiling and standing. Pastor scooted forward in his chair a little bit and extended his hand to Manny. The 35-year old virgin took it and shook it vigorously. 

"No, Manny, I've been aware of the issue for sometime now, I was just waiting for the right time to address it," Pastor confirmed with a smile. Manny looked as if he was going to say something, but he shut his mouth and nodded. He walked out the door, shutting it behind him and Pastor leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily. His hands fell to his lap after rubbing his eyes, his fingers tangling in the silken blonde strands covering his lap.

"Mmm, that was close," Pastor moaned out, his eyes closing and his breath deepening.

"I was hoping to make you cum," Alex's voice rang up, muffled by the Pastor's cock.

"You were adding to the debauchery of our good neighborhood, leading us down the path of a modern Sodom," Pastor said sternly. Alexis couldn't help but laugh.

"And here you are, a Pastor, getting a blow job from a neighbor girl, in church, before service, with your wife not 50 feet away, thinking you're preparing for your sermon," Alex laughed, pushing Pastor O'Malley out from his desk. She stood up and straightened her pink sun dress, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"And to think, here you are, blowing your Pastor in the church, knowing his wife could come in any second," Pastor said, running his hand up the left thigh of the girl before him. His thumb snaked under the hem of her short dress and felt her juices on her inner thighs a split second before he felt the heat of her blonde pussy. He continued up and his fingers found her naked pussy, hot, wet, and waiting for his touch. She leaned back against his desk, purring, as he lifted the front of her dress to her waist. He leaned forward and licked down her exposed pussy, tasting her juices for the first time.

"Oh fuck yes," Alexis moaned softly. Pastor stood up and turned her around, pushing her against his desk. Her ass arched out toward him and she rubbed her swollen pussy against his erect dick as it slid between her ass cheeks. 

"Only bad girls don't wear panties to church," Pastor said, giving her ass a sharp spank.

"Oooooh, Pastor, you're right. I'm a bad girl," Alexis cooed, her mind surprised at the sudden rush of heat to her pussy after she was spanked.

"And what do we do to bad girls?" Pastor said, rubbing his dick against her slit, gathering her juices on its head. Another smack landed firmly on her ass. Alexis wiggled her opening sex against the Pastor's cock and she whimpered a little.

"We punish them," she said quietly. Pastor's hands came down in a quick flurry of blows on her ass, Alexis jumping at each one, and the pleasurable pain sparked a driving desire in her pussy.

"That's right, Alexis, we punish bad girls," Pastor said, grabbing his dick and pushing it against the tight pucker of her ass. He slid in slowly, letting her take in his girth. He was surprised at the little resistance he met and delighted at the tight heat around his throbbing shaft.

"Oh fuck yes, punish me, Pastor, I'm a bad girl," Alex moaned, feeling her cum starting to run down her thighs. Pastor slid out of her back door and then slammed forward, his balls slapping against her pussy and the desk shaking under them.

"Oh, you will be. You'll be punished until I cum, you little whore. You'll get fucked and then you'll have to sit next to your mother all service, at the front of the church with my cum leaking out of your ass," Pastor said, slapping both cheeks. Alex's back arched and her sphincter tightened, almost making Pastor cum right there.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Alexis moaned over and over, she grabbed onto the front of the desk for support and pushed back against her Pastor's invading cock.

"Oh fuck is right, Harlot," Pastor said, slamming his dick in her ass as fast and as hard as he could. "What do you think your mother would say if she could catch you now?" Pastor grunted. He could feel the cum starting to boil in his balls and he knew that in a few strokes more, he'd be pumping his seed up the tight ass of his blonde scholarship winner.

"Fuck me, Pastor " squealed Alexis. "Fuck me hard, fuck me now I don't fucking care what my slut mother would say She'd probably be leaking cum from the pool boy, the mail man, my father, and anything else she can wrap her loose cunt around. I want your cum in my ass, Pastor, fill my slut ass up Oh fuck I'll fucking tell my mother that you're fucking her only daughter, coming in every hole you can, just so I can go to college and fuck every boy there Oh fuck, Oh FUCK YES " Alexis hissed and screamed. Pastor's hand went to cover her mouth before her voice escalated too loud, but he was too caught in the moment.

He felt his dick exploding in her ass. He felt her pussy coming against his balls and her ass trying to squeeze his dick into oblivion as it pumped his adulterous spunk deep in her bowels. His knees shook and he almost collapsed on top of her as his whole body twitched and convulsed. He felt the little blonde fuck toy under him shaking with her own orgasm, her breath hot and ragged against his hand.

They barely started to recover from their main orgasms and were being shaken by smaller little ones as they both heard a knock on Pastor's office door.

********

Lucinda Krest was walking past Pastor Scott O'Malley's office when she heard the voice of Alex Bakker crying out her orgasmic release. She blushed profusely, waited a moment then knocked on the door. After a long wait she knocked again, and heard the muttered, "Come in." She chuckled to herself, and opened the door. 

The room reeked of sex, and she looked over to Alex and saw the heated flush of her face, and noticed that it matched Pastor O'Malley's also. She raised an eyebrow and headed over to the supply closet, the two figures watching her. Opening the door she pulled out a can of air-freshener and sprayed the room. 

She cocked her eye-brow at Alex, and put the can away. "Go sit with your mom, slut, and be at my place later tonight, so you don't get into any more trouble." Lucinda watched the young woman bob her head yes, and walk out of the room. Then she turned her eyes to Pastor Scott, she felt the familiar tingle of having his cock buried inside her, and she raked her eyes over his. "I guess the pregnant wife doesn't have a clue your poking the various holes of the parish innocents."

He smirked and pulled her into his arms, "I only try to spread the good word around, as often as I can." Scott ran his hands down her hips, and then up her skirt, and played with her thong. "How do I keep your mouth shut about Alexandria Bakker?" Scott knew he'd not get into any trouble with Luncida, she'd keep her mouth shut, because he knew she was running a prostitution ring, and he was one of her best clients when he needed to be out of town. She would always manage to find the choicest selection of pussy for him to fuck, and he always paid well. 

She looked into his eyes, and told him, "Double the payment for that little virgin girl you wanted when you head out of town next month, and we'll be even."

"Found one did you?" 

"Yep, and you'll love her, she's willing to please, and just as eager as your Miss Alex." Lucinda grabbed his cock, and then rubbed it quickly, before heading out of his office. She left him with thoughts of slamming his rod into a tight virgin pussy, and her own cunt wet and slippery from the thoughts of Alex Bakker licking her twat later that night. 

Lucinda made her way back to the sanctuary and found a seat with her family. She scooted into the isle at sat down next to her husband, George. Glancing down the long isle, she noticed her live-in sister Tiffiany sitting beside her husband, and Ava, the German exchange student, beside her. She felt her husband's hand curl over her fingers and she smiled up at him. 

The isle behind them, were making enough noises, that she glanced back and gave her eldest son Anthony, and his sister Emily a stern look. Her eyes notice that Anthony's hand on his sister's thigh, and she assumed he'd been tickling her again. She cautioned him to be quiet then smiled at Mya and Jill, sitting next to them, remembering how much they were a joy to raise as little twins. Dressing them up in the same outfits, was always a pleasure to her. She turned back around and noticed her husband was now leaning over to talk to the group in front of them.

Lucinda could barely make out the conversation that he was having with Grant her middle son, and Matsune, her Japanese exchange student. Whatever the discussion was it was something that her husband was not happy about. She also noticed that Grant and Matsune were both flushed. She rolled her eyes, and shook her head, wondering if she was going to have to cover the, "We don't have sex in church" rules with her incest craving family.

Her husband, George, settled back in his seat and they turned their heads to listen to the choir begin the start of the service. She began to listen to the music, and watched the singers performing, however before long she got bored, and her mind began to wander. Soon her eyes joined in the wandering and she looked over to see, Heather Grimms, Zoe Thomas' roommate, having her pussy plowed by Gregory Hughes hand. 

As she watched she soon realized it wasn't Gregory's hand that was the only thing up Heather's dress, but once they noticed her watching, he pulled his hand out and showed her the 12 inch dildo that he was ramming inside her.

Lucinda felt her pussy contract as she watched Gregory's movements cause Heather's dress to bunch up in the front. He was facing the front of the church, as was Heather and she was doing a good job of keeping her expression serene, though every once in a while she did watch Heather's eyes close, and her chest rise and fall faster. 

Soon Lucinda was feeling herself reacting to the fucking that was occurring across from her, and she knew she would be coming soon. She grabbed her husband's hand and pushed it under her dress, forgetting the rules of no sex in church. He looked at her, then saw what caused her to lose her morals. George's cock leapt against his pants and he started stroking his wife's cunt, as fast as he could. He could barely make out the sloppy sounds of her juices over the singing of the choir. 

They musicians and the singers continued to move from one song to the next, as the two couples fucked and stroked cunts with hands and fake dicks. Soon the women were gasping quietly, and trying to cover up their sounds with coughs, as their pending orgasms began to come closer to release. Lucinda undid her husband's pants and whipped out his cock, and began to stroke it in rhythm with his fucking of her cunt.

Gregory looked over to Zoe, sitting beside him, and caught her eyes. He nodded down to his cock, and she took his meaning. She pulled his rod out, and began to jerk him off while he plowed Heather's cunt with the dildo. Zoe watched his swollen head become leaky with pre-cum, and her mouth watered. Dropping her bulletin, Zoe bent down and licked the oily surface of his dick, then picked up the paper. She rose up and stroked his hard cock even more. Her eyes went over to the Krest couple and she watched as Mrs. Krest was working her husband's tool. 

The singers were coming to the building crescendo as were the dildo, hand-job, pre-cum licking parishioners. When Lucinda climaxed she bit her lip, and felt the blood on her tongue. Her husband quickly grabbed his handkerchief from his suit and covered it with his cum, milking his rod, with his wife's help. 

Gregory watched the choir sing and heard the final long, drawn out notes, as he felt Heather cover the dildo in her sweet juices. He pumped the cock a few more times into her, and then hissed as he noticed the bulletin hit the floor, and his rod was soon quickly sucked. His cum flowed into Zoe's mouth, covering the back of her throat and draining him dry. When he stopped his flow of seed, he handed her the come slicked dildo and she cleaned it as well. 

The five individuals seemed to cough at the same time, when they noticed the music was no longer playing and the Pastor was making his way up to the podium to begin the Sunday morning service. No one seemed to notice the embarrassed face of Yolanda Evans, the virgin roommate to Heather, Gregory and Zoe. She couldn't believe what she'd just witnessed and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wanting to get home to masturbate to the thoughts of Gregory plowing her deep and hard. 

*****

Joy was finding it incredibly difficult to keep her concentration during the hymns she and the rest of the choir were singing. She was oblivious to the distraction going on out in the church pews, but at the same time, it was everything she could do to ignore the butterfly going ballistic on her clit and the vibrator on high in her sloshing pussy. Joy didn't get the time to wrap her thighs around her husband before church, and he went back to work for the morning to get some project finished before a presentation on Monday. Had her mind been anywhere except the nearly perpetual explosion of orgasmic bliss, she would have thought he was getting some action on the side. He'd left her a note this morning, however saying "Four surprises waited for her, all of them before church let out."

The pastor was droning on, and the congregation was reading responsively from their worship books or from memory, and she felt the buzzing on her clit stop, the suddenness of the action nearly taking her breath away. A sinking feeling hit her and the color of her face went from flushed and red to pale white. She knew the toy was remote control, but she thought the only two people who used them were Michael and herself.

"Oh my God," she whispered, the realization hitting her like the crushing wave of pleasure she was still tingling from. "That son-of-a..." she started to say but she was cut off by the organ rumbling to life, and the rest of the choir standing as one. Joy did so reflexively, but her mind was paranoid with who might have the remote and when the toy would kick back on. The vibe buried in her pussy shifted as she stood and the hard bottom edge of it started strumming against her g-spot, the rest of the 5 inch dildo was dancing around her cervix and driving her crazy. Her feet shifted under her, but her voice remained strong, even as a torrent of cum tried to gush down her thighs, held in only by the tight fitting, and still inactive butterfly. Her orgasm sent her knees knocking and Joy leaned forward, grabbing onto the railing in front of the choir box for support. The hymn finished and the neighbor girls on either side of her, Jezebel and Delilah, looked at her with concern.

"Are you okay, Joy? You look like you've just seen a ghost," Jezebel said, her coal black eyes sparkling mysteriously. Joy swallowed hard and nodded, smiling while she fought a shiver.

"I don't know if it looks like that, Jez," Delilah said to her twin sister. "Looks more like she just came all over the place," she added quietly, her pearly whites shining against her mocha-colored skin. Both girls tittered as the Pastor continued his service, but Joy just blanched, her eyes shifting back and forth to the girls, her eyes darting at their hands.

"What's the matter, Mrs. O'Connor?" Came a stronger voice from behind Joy. "Are my girls giving you trouble?" Joy's face slowly turned to look on the twin's mom, her eyes still shifting nervously as she felt the slow ebbing hum of her butterfly turning back on against her clit. She couldn't suppress the shiver this time, and she saw that Miki was smiling devilishly. The ebbing stopped for a moment and Joy shot back forward in her seat. Her mind was going a million miles a second, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Will the congregation please join the choir in the singing of our Lord's Prayer," Joy heard Pastor say. 




Cherry Hill Ch. 05



She stood on ever-weakening knees and exhaled deeply, gathering thoughts so she could sing. She opened her mouth for the first note and Miki hit the remote for her butterfly. Joy's voice cracked and she turned bright red, rushing from the choir box. She could feel her cum flowing freely down her legs by this point, the butterfly no longer able to hold the lake of cum in her pussy. She could only hope that she could make it to the bathroom before the motion on her sensitive nub changed again. Even the shifting vibrator in her over-stimulated snatch was jiggling in her quivering walls, making her cum even more.

Joy made it to the women's restroom before her knees gave out and the electric haze radiating from her abused sex drove her to screaming. She bit hard down on the top of her dress, hoping to muffle the sounds of her crashing orgasm, and she felt her cunt drench her thighs, the sex toys slipping slightly. The vibrator slid closer to the opening of her twat, being pushed by her muscles every time an orgasm rocked her body. Joy barely managed to slip into the stall, her knees slipping in the puddling cum around them and she drug herself up on the toilet seat. Her hands drug her choir robe up over her legs, her body still convulsing, slipped up her dripping thighs to her crotch, the motion so tantalizing that the tickle made her pussy clench yet again. 

Joy's trembling hand managed to get the butterfly off, and just as she was about to flick the power switch, the device turned off. She heard the door to the bathroom open and shut and the door lock. Her mind was still too foggy to make out much more than that.

"Still coming sweetie?" rang Miki's voice. "I know I would be," she added. "Looks like you've made a mess. There's cum all over the tile. I didn't know little white cunts could shoot so much honey," she continued with a matter of fact. Joy fought to gain control of her breathing, but she wasn't having much luck at it. Her orgasms finally slowed down and she felt her excited sex still buzzing with need, but she couldn't figure out why.

"Trying to figure it out?" the black woman's silken voice taunted again. Joy's twat pulsed with the sound of it, and she knew it would become the new sound of her body's need. She took a deep breath and felt something slide from her distressed pussy, landing in the toilet with a pulsating splash, vibrating against the side of the toilet. Her pussy begged another cum from her, but her besieged mind and her belabored body wouldn't give another drop of her sweet pussy juice.

"Your husband, darling Michael, is behind this," Miki said again. Joy's heart leapt and the bathroom stall door opened. Nothing could have prepared her for what was on the other side of the door.

Miki was standing against the sinks, her choir dress off, her sun-dress under it was hiked up to her waist. She was sitting across the two wash basins in the room, her legs spread as far to her sides as she could get, her crotch suspended in mid-air between the white porcelian. Her pink pussy was wide open, and the tongue of Jezebel was lazily stroking in and out of the glistening sex. The pallet of color struck Joy as one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen; the scene triggered another orgasm in her pussy, the eroticism of the whole experience over taking her.

"Michael?" She managed to moan out, trying to shake her mind back to reality.

"Yes, your darling husband wanted us to entertain you for the week. Seems your husband is going to be getting busier and busier at work," Miki said huskily, pausing to shudder and let her body reel in the feeling of her daughter's tongue slowly stroking deeply into her pussy and then completely back out. She moaned throatily and her eyes rolled back in her head. Joy saw Miki's pink core get wetter and wetter, the color brilliant against her coal black pussy lips and her dark chocolate skin. Miki's body shook, her abdomen clenching and almost making her roll forward from the sinks. Without thinking, Joy ran forward and caught her shoulders.

Miki's eyes opened to glazed-over slits and she leaned forward, her lips pressing against Joy's in the white woman's first kiss from a girl. She kissed Miki back, more out of reflex than anything, letting the woman's tongue explore her mouth and her lips ravage her own. She felt a hand glide up her thighs to the matted pussy hair of her own cunt and the fingers twitched along her clit, making Joy's knees knock as the abused little button re-lit the inferno in her belly.

"Don't worry, we didn't fuck him. We wanted to, but we didn't fuck your husband," Miki said, her teeth chewing on Joy's ear, the hot breath tickling her neck, the words sending her to worlds of fury, need, and lust she didn't know existed. "He's got family values, I'll give the man that. More than any other men my daughters and I have shared."

"But...then...why?" Joy managed to pant out, her body shaking and shivering, pulsing along with the fingers on her dripping sex. She parted her thighs slightly to give the wandering finger tips of the woman below her more access.

"Like I said, he's got values. He doesn't consider this cheating," Miki said, biting slowly down Joy's neck. Joy nearly crumpled under the ministrations she was receiving, especially when Jezebel's fingers softly stroked her g-spot, making her giggle against her mother's pussy as Joy's tunnel closed tightly against the invading digits.

A knock on the door interrupted them and Joy felt the fingers leave her pussy, the hot breath, leave her neck. It wasn't until she heard the bathroom door shut that she realized her whole body was shaking and her eyes had been closed. The bathroom was empty except for Joy, her memories, and the puddle of cum where she was standing and by the toilet. She shook her head clear and on unstable knees, she walked to her choir robe to collect it and her toys, only to find a note sitting on top of the pile. Her hands started shaking and she started wringing them, trying to get the nervous energy out of them. The note found its way to her fingers and she opened it.

"You are invited to be the guest of honor at Jezebel and Delilah's 19th birthday party on Tuesday. Muffins will be served hot and fresh."

Joy shuddered again and the volcano returned to her belly, the heat radiating out to her tingling twat.

*****

Antonio slipped out of the pew, "Mom, I'll be back, I need to use the restroom." He skirted down the isle and bee lined toward the men's room. It wasn't long before he changed direction and slipped into the room that was reserved for Teen Sunday School class and saw the beautiful pussy he'd been dining on since he was fifteen. Now at twenty and his adoptive sister was eighteen, he relished eating her cunt as often as he could; Sunday mornings were special, they got an hour of pure bliss and he intended to enjoy every minute of it. 

"About time you got here," Marie said, her pout was accented by the ruby lipstick that she planned on leaving all over her brother's cock. 

He rolled his eyes as he locked the door and for added security wedged a chair under the knob. "I'm what... five minutes late?" He asked as he undid his shoes, belt and the buttons on his shirt. Soon he was as naked as the day his real mother birthed him. He was a slim man, short but sexy. His cock was throbbing with need and as he walked toward his sister he took in the saucy Russia beauty and wondered how he got to be so damn lucky. 

Marie was having a hard time not grabbing her sibling and sucking his cock right there, but she knew the rules. He ate first and then she was allowed to feast. Her eyes danced over his body, free of any imperfections, his legs strong, stomach firm and chest small but she didn't mind. His coal black eyes gave off an appeal that she found erotic. His Chinese heritage spoke of wickedness and she knew that he could easily live up to the images she'd created in her mind. The frilly dress that her Mexican parents insisted she wore was lying in a heap on the table, while she lay on the futon that she convinced Pastor Scott was a good idea to have. Granted she'd shown him plenty of times it wasn't a waste of money.

Antonio checked his watch, slipped to his knees and wasted no time on foreplay. Marie knew her job and he knew his. They'd been doing this since she hit puberty. He'd made sure to walk in on her when he knew she was getting off with one of her dolls. That particular morning she was rubbing Barbie up and down on her gorgeous black mound of fur, but soon was replacing the plastic appendage later with his cock, and he hadn't stopped since. 

Marie opened her legs wide seconds before her brother dipped his head down to feast on her cunt. It was already full of liquid heat, she'd sampled her juices before he came in. Her mouth still held the flavor and she rolled her tongue over her teeth to capture more of it. It wasn't long before her mouth was open and she was gasping for air. 

With long licks that ran from the bottom of his sister's slit to the top, Antonio began to play her body like a harp. He pushed in deep with his tongue, gathered the juice and swallowed, only to repeat the process over again. Each time he'd reach the clit he'd take a nip of the rosy nub and bury his nose in her soft black curls. His teeth would then nibble their way down her pussy and he'd start all over again. Soon she was bucking against his face and pushing him closer to her wet cunt with her hands. 

"Oh fuck Bro," she moaned. Her lips lifted and fell in a steady motion that increased when he inserted his finger into her pussy and began to fuck her with long deliberate strokes. Antonio added his tongue to the heated hole, a second digit, and then a third. It wasn't long before she was flowing his face with her juice and he was sucking her cunt clean.

He looked up at his sister and watched her twist her nipples while he drank her fluids. He kept his face buried in the slick folds as the walls of her cunt released more for him to enjoy with every clenching action her body performed. Once he felt the final shudders run their course he licked her pussy clean and then sat down by her feet. "Your turn sis." His cock was throbbing and soaked with pre-cum. 

Marie looked at the clock on the wall, knew he'd be coming this first time quick and wondered if she could have more before the clock hit 11:30 or not. She was on her knees, her fingers grasping his cock and her mouth sucking on his balls before another precious minute passed them by. 

Antonio was in heaven and he couldn't think of a better place to be than Church to experience such euphoria. He leaned back, put his hand on his sister's head and closed his eyes. She didn't need his help he just loved feeling her soft hair while she sucked his cock. 

With a look up toward her brother Marie grinned inside while her tongue began to push one ball toward the other, only to squeeze them together against the sides of her teeth. She'd nip them both gently, them push them around stroking and sucking as she did. Her fingers trailed over the extended veins of his cock, and then over the head, where she gathered pre-cum to slip over her lipstick, making it glisten in the sunlight that was coming in the room. 

Her mouth rolled his family jewels and she said her own thanks that his balls were bare of any fuzzy hairs that would tickle her face or end up in her teeth. She'd offered to shave her pussy for him, but he told her in no uncertain terms was she to do that. He liked pulling on her curls when she was coming. She slipped her mouth from his sack and ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, before she was finally giving him head. 

"Oh God yes," Antonio whimpered out when his sister enveloped his cock. He pushed her head down slightly, and she took another inch of his massive rod. She began to twist her hand as she bobbed her head up and down on his swollen member. 

Marie could feel his balls with her other hand tightening up even further, as the rush of blood was felt against her tongue. Her sucking became more frenzied and soon he was twist both of his hands into her hair and shoving her face hard against his sex.  

She ground her lips to the base of his shaft, let his head hit the back of her throat several times, then angled herself and begun her own unique technique of deep throating his dick. "Ahhh... fuck yes," Antonia growled as he empty load after load of hot seed into his sisters throat. He shuddered hard as he covered the pearly white teeth with his own white pearls. He felt her teeth graze the sides of his shaft and he moaned as she sucked, squeezed and nibbled more fluids from his balls. 

His eyes glassed at the time and he was pulling her head up, turning her around to face the door, and slamming into her pussy with his cock only at half mast, before their last twenty minutes were up. He felt the sloppy cunt and plowed into her. Biting her shoulder, he rammed hard with his tool, burying it deep every time his hips lifted her up and down. 

Maria rubbed her clit with vigor, bringing more slippery juices to cover her bother in and she squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles, making sure he was able to get hard once more. The room was full of the sounds of their sexes mating as well as the aroma of musk. She rode his cock with lust as well as tweaking her nipple with her other hand. 

Antonio's eye glazed over as he felt his climax closing in and he fought hard not to unleash into her. "You ain't missed any days on the pill have you," he groaned.

"Fuck...oh, don't you dare stop fucking me. No, I haven't now finish up. Oh fuck Anthony " She screamed as the hard bite on her back sent her propelling from the edge of the cliff and she covered his cock with her thick syrup. 

His body shot out another load of seed as soon as he heard the "no" rip from his sister's lung. "Oh Marie. Oh fucking, Holy Mother of God... oh shit yes " He shouted as he filled every inch of her pussy walls with his come. 

They rubbed and bucked more until each was down from their high. It was the tap, tap, tap, on the window on the left wall of the room, that opened to a view of the graveyard that drew their attention from the luscious feeling of come mixing with come. "Oh fuck" Antonio muttered as Marie scrambled off his cock. 

"Who was that?" She said hurrying to the window. The man's face was no longer there, his figure walking through between the grave stones. If they'd been older when the stranger left town they would have known Shawn's features and would have run to spread the news that Star's man wasn't dead after all. But since they didn't know it, no one in town knew either. 

"I don't know, never seen him before." Antonio said as he started getting dressed. He tossed Marie the dress and watched her put it on. "I guess we gave someone a show." He laughed and unlocked the door just as Marie slipped the last button in. She watched him move the chair away and slip out, the whole time keeping the handsome man's face in her mind. After a few minutes she made her way to the pew and chuckled when she heard her brother whisper to their mom, "Sorry mom, I didn't know I'd be having such a big load to expel." Marie laughed at her Mother's blush.

"Did you get the Summer Picnic announcements all printed for the Pastor," Lupi Gonzalez asked her Daughter quietly. 

Marie smiled, "It all came together just fine Mom."

"Good, next week I expect you both to be in the pews with me," she stated saucily. "Now enjoy the final prayer and then we'll see if your father is home from work. If so we'll all go out for lunch." Her eyes went to the Krest girls and she flexed her pussy muscles as she tried to not think of what happened in the mall yesterday.

****

Tonya Sheldon was sitting in the pews, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, her pussy still itching from the scratch it so desperately needed at the mall yesterday. She didn't know why her other two appointments didn't show, but one thing was certain: when those two little cunts did come in, it would be them getting the facial.

The sermon was dragging on and she hated being here alone, her darling husband no doubt getting the house ready for her arrival home. She was oblivious to her surroundings, noticing only that the redhead in the choir box kept cracking her voice on the high notes. She didn't even pay attention when she ran out in the middle of the Lord's Prayer, she just wanted to get the fuck out of there. 

She was in the dismissal line, shaking the Pastor's hand and he pulled her close and whispered into her ear, "You haven't been paying attention in church. I'd like to speak with you in my office." His voice was stern, pressing, yet yielding in its stoic strength. She didn't know what the Pastor wanted to talk about, but she thought she would enjoy it. Tonya milled around in the entry way until she saw the Pastor leave the narthex and head for the wing where the offices were located. She followed him into the office and shut the door behind her.

"So, Mrs. Sheldon," the Pastor said, more of a statement than a greeting. There was an uncomfortable pause and Tonya felt the heat in the room rising with the tension. 

"Pastor O'Malley?" she said, forcing a smile.

"I can understand that worship might be boring for a woman of your...shall we say...disposition, but if you could stand with the rest of the congregation to pray and join in hymns, that would be appreciated," O'Malley said flatly. She could see anger in his stoic face and she shifted uneasily in her chair, not exactly knowing what was going on.

"Pastor," she said, putting a hand to her chest in surprise, "I didn't even realize...I must have been preoccupied with my thoughts," she said, trying to cover. The Pastor wasn't fooled by her statement and he slid back in his chair.

"In the old days, people were punished for not paying attention in church. It was the sign that the devil had taken them," the Pastor said, standing and walking out from behind his desk. He grabbed a wooden ruler from its place and walked around behind Tonya. She cleared her throat nervously, the fire in her belly growing, her moistening sex liking where this was going. She lost track of the Pastor, instead choosing to stay staring straight ahead, albeit down at the front of his solid desk front.

"Has the Devil taken you, Mrs. Sheldon?" Pastor said, standing directly behind her.

"No," she answered meekly, her heart racing in her chest. Her breathing was coming to her in shallow gasps and the heat of the room was really getting to her.

"Then you have no excuse, do you, Mrs. Sheldon." Tonya only shook her head in response, her emotions and lust over riding her senses. Her head was swimming and her sex was pulsing with desire. Pastor O'Malley slapped the ruler against his hand and the sharp sound made Tonya jump in her seat and elicited a hushed whimper from her tightly pursed lips.

"Do you have any defense for your actions today?" Pastor said, slapping the ruler against his hand and then running it softly across Tonya's back, the harsh corner dragging against the material of her dress as it tickled her flesh from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. She shuddered a little in her seat, the heat of her smouldering core making her flush in the small room.

"No, Sir," she said meekly.

"Then you have done wrong,"he said sternly, placing the ruler's short edge against her spine just under her hairline and tracing down her spine, slowly passing down each of her vertebrae, the feeling both terrifying and electric for Tonya.

"Yes, Sir," she said in a quiet voice.

"And you need to be punished for your disobedience." "Yes, Sir."

"Stand, and bare yourself to the Lord and myself, child. Stand and receive your punishment," Pastor said, whacking his hand sharply with the stick. Tonya could hear it split the air as it moved, the sharp slap at the end made her clit twitch. Tonya stood, without defiance or hurry, and she started pulling the bottom hem of her dress up, exposing her black thong. The Pastor ran the ruler over her tight cheeks, enjoying watching the muscle twitch under the tickle of his improvised whip.




Cherry Hill Ch. 05



"Take it all off, harlot. Only whores wear underwear like this into God's house," he said, his fingers running between the thin material of her g-string and her ass. The heat in his hand was amazing and she bent forward, letting the Pastor do as he willed with her panties. She was not disappointed when she felt him pull it up sharply, wedging the material between her dripping pussy lips, stretching it and finally ripping a seam loose. The sudden rush of air against her clit and completely exposed slit left her gasping. She stood up, feeling the ripped material dangling between her legs like a cloth cock, the wet, flimsy material licking along her thighs, making her shudder even more. Tanya bent down to pick up the hem of her dress and pulled it up slowly, complying with the Pastor's orders, but teasing him at the same time.

Tanya heard the Pastor's voice catch in his throat and the sound of him swallowing hard behind her as the dress cleared the small of her back. She kept lifting and bunching the dress up in her hands, leaving a wake of tanned skin for him to drink in. The dress cleared her head and she shook her hair out, letting her locks cascade down her back. She reached to her chest and fiddled with the clasp of her bra, her fingers trembling with the excitement of what was going on. The catch came undone and sprung open on release, her arms going to her sides and the strapless bra slid from her body. She felt the ruler slide between her slightly parted thighs and start tapping against them.

"Wider," he said, his breath closer than she thought his body was. The heat from it danced across her left shoulder, spreading a wave of goose-bumps across her body. Her nipples tingled and her clit begged for attention, but Tonya gave it none. She obeyed the Pastor's demand and spread her legs slightly wider than her shoulders. The ruler stopped tapping against her thighs and started rubbing against her pussy very softly, the deep impressions from the measurements sliding roughly against her sensitive skin. For a moment she forgot herself and went limp, enjoying the feeling on her sex.

SLAP filled the room, the sound echoing wetly through Tonya's pussy. The pain didn't hit her for the first second after she realized what happened, but then it came, making her breathe in sharply before the pleasure of the soft stroking resumed.

"I said all of your clothes," Pastor said, the stoicism still firm in his voice. Tonya's hands went to the thin band of fabric around her hips and her thumbs linked through it in time for a second loud, wet slap to resound in the Pastor's office. Tonya's mind wanted to scream in pain, her body was moaning in pleasure, and all she could muster was a whimper as the ruler again continued to tease her drooling sex pot.

The remains of her ruined underwear hit the ruler that the Pastor was teasing her with and a third hard slap filled the room. This time, the edge of the ruler caught her clit, the mixing of pleasure and pain almost driving her to cum right then. She felt her knees weaken, but forced them to stay straight, fearing and needing what might come if she didn't. She released the tension on the band of fabric and sharp moan left her lips.

"Find another way, harlot," the Pastor said, tapping the stick hard and fast against her tender flower. The pounding was better than anything Tonya ever felt before without anything pushing into her well-used cunt, and the feeling on her clit was rivaling any tongue she'd ever had. The quick taps sent fireworks off in her mind, her senses reeling and her body seemed to be letting her brain escape into sexual bliss as the assault continued. Her heavy-lidded eyes recognized a letter opener on the Pastor's desk and she shot her hand out as she leaned on it for support, grabbing the handle of the letter opener with the other. The blade went into her waist band, twisted quickly and she pulled with the strength her mind would let her have and she felt the material fall away. 

"Stand," the Pastor said, stopping the flurry of blows on her swollen pussy. She did so, setting the letter opener down on the desk, her body twitching and giving little convulsions as micro orgasms rocked her body. Pastor walked in front of her, his cock sticking proudly out of his pants, ready for its second go around of the day.

"Bend over and suck it."

Tonya complied with no hesitation, letting the Pastor's meat slide down her throat quickly as her expert tongue worked its magic on his shaft and balls. She sucked loudly and wetly, her mouth soon salivating more than her wanton cunt.

A solid whack filled the room as the ruler slapped against the top of the left cheek of Tonya's ass. She screamed in pleasure against O'Malley's dick lodged in her throat. He shuddered and the meat she was feasting on throbbed thickly. She started fucking the cock with her mouth, her head bobbing furiously as she sucked the Pastor's cock. The wet sounds of the thick head popping from Tonya Sheldon's lips mingled with the moans of the Pastor.

Another whack of wood against flesh filled the room and Tonya plunged the Pastor's dick into her throat, using it to mask her scream. Only a second went by before another and then another solid spanking filled Tonya's ass with a burning pleasure. Her pussy was almost to the point of dripping as its heat encompassed her entire body, the electric-tingle from the spankings only intensifying it. Then, the spankings stopped.

Tonya took the Pastor's entire tool down her throat and looked up. Pastor ruffled his fingers through her hair and then pulled, using her hair as a handle. Her body convulsed as she came in a series of micro orgasms, waiting for his command.

"Since you missed singing the Lord's Prayer with the rest of the congregation, maybe you should sing it now," Pastor said, pulling her nose tightly against his pubic hair. Tonya gasped for air around the thick meat in her mouth and began humming for all that she was worth. Pastor's hand left her head and she heard it thud against his desk, the Pastor needing the extra support. He started mumbling something that Tonya couldn't quite make out and she started sucking harder and humming deeper, rumbling the Pastor to the bone. Her hand came up and she played with his balls, spinning them and caressing them. She had a big finish in mind for the hymn today, and she didn't want to miss the show.

When she was almost complete, she started letting his tool leave her lips, only to plunge back on it, her other hand moving to work his shaft at lightening speed, jerking him off as her mouth uncovered and recovered the throbbing, veiny cock before her. Pastor started moaning louder and Tonya sped up. 

"For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever," Tonya sang loudly, the words clear as a bell in her head, but muffled by the flesh of the Pastor burrowing down her throat at a dizzying speed. She let his dick flop wetly from her mouth, the action spraying her saliva across her face and onto the Pastor's shirt. He started to cum on the spot, her eyes going up to his as thick ropes of cum covered her cheeks. Her ruby painted lips were coated, the Pastor's seed dripping off her chin, and her eyes were sparkling.

"Amen," they both said together, the Pastor panting and twitching as Tonya's tongue cleaned his cock and she licked the cum from her lips like it was ice cream.

"Child, you have been punished properly," Pastor O'Malley said in between breaths. Tonya smiled, acknowledging her new Master for praising her. "Put your dress back on and leave, but be sure you come to the adult worship classes Tuesday night. The path to redemption lies in the word of God," he said, standing shakily to stuff his fading hard-on back into his pants.

"Amen, Sir," she said and nodded. Tonya picked up her blue dress and pulled it back over her body, leaving her bra on the floor, as she was commanded. She walked out the door, not even bothering to wipe his cum off her cheeks that she couldn't reach with her long, lithe tongue; not surprisingly she was happy and disappointed to see that the hallway was empty and the congregation either gone downstairs for coffee or gone home.

Tonya was going home to fuck her husband raw, and the need for something hard in her snatch was very nearly overcoming her ability to reason as she jumped in her sports car.



Cherry Hill Ch. 06



Manuel looked at the time, cursed, then called up Lupi on her cell phone. "Sorry Honey, I'm running late."

"Do you want me to cancel?" she asked her voice scratchy over the line. 

"No... I'll be home shortly, and then we'll all go out for lunch. Love you," Manuel told her, then hung up the phone. 

He pushed through his thick black hair and picked up the picture of his wife. Her pretty Mexican heritage showed off her beautiful eyes and dark skin. The white tux he had worn just showed everyone how handsome a couple they were and he felt a bit of sadness creep in that he and the Mrs. never got to have any kids of their own. But Marie and Antonia, his Russian daughter and Chinese son were perfect kids. He loved them like they were his flesh and blood. He stared at their high school graduation pictures and traced a finger over their angelic faces. For a moment his finger trailed over the glossy figure of his daughter and his body flushed lightly. "Nope, can't be having those thoughts anymore." 

A knock on his office door brought his attention to the forefront and he looked up to see one of the checkout girls peeking into his office. "Come on in," he told her, mildly upset that she peeked in. "What if he'd been fucking some girl on the desk," he thought to himself. "Yeah right," he continued in his mind. "Can't get enough time to screw my own wife let alone some woman on the side. Shit, that's probably why I've been thinking of Marie like that. Wanting to fuck my own daughter." He was again pulled back to the situation at hand when the cashier coughed into her hand. 

"Sorry, what is it?" 

"The Pastor's wife is here and well... Her credit card was declined." 

Manuel sighed, "Take a check if she doesn't have the cash."

"She doesn't have the check book with her or the cash. She said it was a spur of the moment stop because her husband had to stay after work to council a member of the church."

"Well... send her on her way and she can come back and get the merchandise. Really you shouldn't be bothering me with this." Manuel wondered sometimes how the kids these days could think for themselves, or if they even could. 

"She wants to see you. She's the Pastor's wife, Manny... I can't be mean to her."

Rolling his eyes he pushed back from his desk and crossed his arms. "Send her in." Manuel waited for a few minutes and soon the blonde haired beauty, that was Elizabeth O'Malley, walked into his office. He watched her shut the door and he heard the door lock behind her. His brow cocked up as he waited to hear her case, though he knew he would be telling her the same thing he'd told the cashier. 

"Thank you for seeing me," Elizabeth said, her eyes blinking innocently. "I didn't mean to leave the house so ill prepared. The cash went into the collection plate this morning." Elizabeth eyed the couch that was in the store manager's office and she slipped off her heels. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

Manuel watched one of her long legs slide up and down a firm calf that was covered in stockings. His throat went dry as he imagined his hand running up and down the satiny flesh and he clenched his fist tight. "Take a seat," he told her. His eyes ran over her perky nipples that were proudly showing themselves from the satin summer blouse she was wearing. Her skirt seemed to flow around her as she moved from the door to the vinyl coach. "I'm not sure how I can help you, Mrs. O'Malley. My hands are tied. The policies of the company are pretty solid. We can put the perishables in the freezer for you till you get back with the funds."

"Your hands don't look tied," Elizabeth said her voice dropping an octave. 

Manuel's eyes flashed hungrily and he coughed. "I don't mean literally Mrs. O'Malley."

"I do," she told him, her hands moving to the strap of her blouse. "I understand policies Mr. Gonzalez." Her fingers eased off one strap then the next, her blouse hung with the support of her full breasts, breasts that ached from the changes her body was making during the early trimester of her pregnancy.

He watched the woman that the whole town knew was expecting her and the Pastor's first child. They were giddy about the upcoming event and now as she stood up and began to remove her skirt Manuel wondered if it were Pastor O'Malley's baby that was nestled in the womb of the sex Goddess. His eyes ran over her full tits, slightly raised stomach and soft blonde curls that were bare for his viewing pleasure. Manuel's cock leaped and his hand moved down from the arm of his chair, which he'd been squeezing in a death like grip, to his crotch. He rubbed hard and groaned. 

Elizabeth watched his hand move to his cock and she took a few steps toward him. "The shoes," he told her. She smiled went back to the door and slipped the stilettos back on her feet. She knew it wouldn't be long and she'd have to give up her high-heel fetish. With her shoes back on and her green eyes glowing with lust, Elizabeth took slow steps over to the man's desk. "What can I do to keep you from making me leave here without my groceries?"

Manuel pushed his chair back and unzipped his pants. His cock and balls were soon free of his boxers. "I think you'll come up with something all on your own." He took in the thigh high stockings and the white garters that were hugging her legs and circling her waist. 

A wicked gleam filled the woman's face; she dropped to her knees and took her thick breasts in her hands. Manuel growled as he watched her tits wrap around his cock and she began stroking his shaft with the soft mounds. "Nice," he muttered, as she dipped her head down, licked the head and then swirled her tongue over it every time it bobbed back up.

Elizabeth hadn't tasted Manny's come before; she'd seen him in the store and sometimes at church. She always liked his thick hair, dark skin, and his coal black eyes were always a welcome sight to see. "You've got a nice cock, Manny." Elizabeth took in the head, held it for a moment and sucked greedily before letting his cock slide back down between her breasts. 

Manny curled his fingers into her hair, and twisted gently. "Oh fuck," he muttered when he realized the hard beads of her tits were rubbing against the base of his cock. The little pearls were driving him wild and he barely managed to squeak out for her to move back. Manny covered her tits with his sperm, spraying her whole torso with the steamy hot fluid. He shot a load over her chin where it dribbled and ran down her neck, another was soon pumped between the cleavage of her swelling breasts while a third was following quickly behind to dump itself onto her chest where it slowly swirled down to cover her hardened nipples. 

"Oh fuck baby," he muttered. Elizabeth ran her hands over her chest, gathered his come and licked it hungrily at her hands, cleaning them. "Turn around," he told her.

It was a long time before Mrs. O'Malley got the okay to take the groceries. Her stomach was full, her pussy raw and her ass sore, but she promised Manny that she'd be back first thing in the morning to hand deliver the funds. Manuel headed out the door, grabbed flowers and candy for his wife to make up for being late all the while thinking of blonde cunts and a new "charge" policy he needed to implement at the grocery store. 

********

Sarah Wilcox awoke her normal morning jog, a little later than normal. She'd been out partying the night before and she woke up haggard, dirty, hung over, the familiar taste of cum in her mouth, and a pond of it sloshing in her slutty pussy.

"What the fuck did I do last night?" she said groggily. Her hand went down to her snatch and she wiped it clean, a thick coating of sticky cum on her fingers and a film of dried cum on her tender twat. "Feels like a whole bar," she grunted disgustedly. "Fuckin' A. I can't even remember any of it."

She decided to shower before she hit the streets, her fingers soaping up her body and the sensation waking her up. The hot water made her regret she was as tender as she was, but she knew that she'd be back to normal soon enough. She fought off the urge to play with herself under the cascade of the hot water, but not before tweaking her nipples and mauling her firm tits.

The shower ended sooner than she would have liked, but Sarah wanted to get up and get her jog out of the way before people started returning from church. The neighborhood would be all but deserted and it would be perfect except for a lack of scenery to jog behind and stare at. Before she knew it, her tennis shoes were on and she was out the door, deciding to only wear her tight biking shorts and a sports bra, her red hair in a loose braid trailed behind her.

Her feet rounded the Bakker's house, went past the next corner, and she moved to the other side of the street, almost subconsciously to get a look at whomever Chrysta might be fucking this morning. She half expected it to be a pair of Mormon missionaries, taking a less than missionary position. Maybe she'd called in for some plumbing work; with Chrysta no one ever knew, except that she tended to scout out everyone she wanted to fuck, got as much information about them as possible and then, if they met her standards, she'd let them pound the shit out of her furry red pussy. That always made it easier for Sarah to just imagine that it was her getting pounded when she looked in Chrysta's windows, part of her jealous that the other single, redheaded fuck slut on the block got more action than she did and was probably 3 years older.

Today, Sarah's curiosity drew her down and then back across the street, after catching some movement in the seemingly always open curtain. There was just a flash of whatever it was; they must have been moving in and out of sight, something not uncommon, but always guaranteed a good show. Sarah stopped and bent down, feigning tightening her shoe laces so she could check the empty street for signs of life. Seeing none, she stood back up, enjoying the feeling of the camel toe she just gave herself. The rest of the half-block jog just heated her up, both with the her voyeuristic goal and with the slick material sliding back and forth across her clit, spreading the moisture and heat. Heat that was already starting to pulsate through her sex.

Sarah got to the window and peaked around the corner. She saw the beautifully naked Chrysta Kaiser walk to the door of her bedroom. Her ass swinging temptingly, every toned muscle in her legs and perfect ass begged to be bitten, sucked, and licked before the ultimate goal, of her well manicured, flame-red bush that hid just on the other side. Sarah's tongue involuntarily licked her lips. Her breath started getting shallower. Her heart caught in her throat as Chrysta stopped, apparently talking to someone in the next room. 

Chrysta laughed, propping a leg up on a piece of furniture just out of view, exposing the pink pussy that had been plugged so many times in full view of Sarah's eyes. Chrysta's hand went down to her snatch and Sarah mimicked the motion, sliding her own trembling fingers down the front of her tight jogging shorts. They both reached their clit at the same time, their fingers dragging through their downy ruby curls before finding their respective goals. Chrysta laughed again and pulled her leg down, hiding her love nest from Sarah's eyes before swaying into the next room, her sexy hips swinging cat-like as she moved.

Sarah's fingers were wet, her pussy was screaming for attention, the soreness from before the shower gone. She quietly snuck around to the window of the next room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sex kitten in the act with whomever she had just been talking with.

Sarah's eyes took in the sight before them, and it was unexpected to say the least, but hotter than she could have imagined. Chrysta's huge TV was playing a porn, showing an extreme close up of a thick cock impaling a tight cunt. She could see every detail on the 60 inch screen, every glistening drop of dew on the pussy, every vein in the thick cock, and every time the pussy was plugged she'd see how it would pull out slightly along the cock that traveled in and out slowly.

Sarah's fingers were down her shorts in a flash, and then she decided that that wouldn't do and she pulled the shorts down to her knees, giving her room to play with herself. Her eyes never left the screen as she squatted, her fingers buried themselves in her pussy, working her abused little snatch with everything she had. One hand was pummeling at her loose hole, the other was a blur, lightly slapping and teasing her clit. She'd never been this brazen before, and the eroticism of being outside fingering herself made the experience even more surreal. Sarah paused to push her shorts completely off, exposing all of her creamy, slightly freckled flesh and giving her total access to her throbbing twat. Her fingers found it after only a second of departure to be even wetter than she was before, and her ministrations only encouraged more honey to flow.

The picture on the screen panned out and a red bush came into view, Sarah's eyes recognizing it immediately as Chrysta's. The cock was still unidentified, but the man it belonged to had well defined muscles; a great match for Chrysta's lean, lithe body. Chrysta's hands were to the side of the small bed she was on, grabbing on for dear life as her tits heaved with the slow fucking she was receiving. The camera continued to zoom out, revealing that another man had his cock wedged firmly down her throat, her gullet expanding and contracting as she was slammed back and forth between the two men rocking in unison. 

"Holy shit," Sarah said breathlessly, swallowing hard. "She's one hot little cunt," she panted, her fingers working furiously in her drooling inferno.

"And she's right behind you," a voice said softly. Sarah's world froze. She'd never been caught doing anything more than just making a casual glance through a window, and here she was, three fingers buried in her snatch and her other hand strumming to beat hell on her clit with the owner of the house she was looking into standing behind her.

"You picked a good window to look into. Predictably good. I've been noticing nose marks on my windows since you moved across the block, you little cunt," Chrysta said calmly, as if she was talking about the weather. "I'm just surprised you've never been caught before now," she finished after a short pause. Sarah pulled her fingers from her twat with a wet slurp and she stood up slow, her knees shaky from the position she was in and from the tremors still radiating through her body, the epicenter of the quakes still being tickled by the morning breeze.

"Hey, what the hell is going..." Sarah started defiantly, turning to face Chrysta. The two girls weren't quite twins. Chrysta had more luscious curves, but Sarah's figure wasn't anything to balk at. Both girls had the same copper flame locks, though Chrysta's had long loose curls and Sarah's were straight. They were the same height, had the same bust, thought Chrysta's nipples were a hair smaller and a shade pinker than her trespassers. The only major distance at all was that Chrysta was completely naked and carrying a coffee cup, and Sarah still had her sports bra on.

"I'll tell you what's going on, you trespassing little shit," Chrysta said, her slight smile fading and she grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair. Before Sarah knew what was going on, the other redhead pulled her down violently, Sarah sinking to her knees. Before her, she saw that well trimmed pussy she'd been drooling over for a month now, but it wasn't through a window, and it wasn't on TV, it was half an inch from the tip of her nose. 

Sarah could see every detail. The delicate, silken lips protruding from the peach of her pussy were the same color as Chrysta's nipples. A light misting of her cum graced that fine skin, making it almost shimmer in the morning light. The smell was faint, almost non-existent, but was present, and definitely one of the finer pussies Sarah had ever smelled. Just a whiff of the honey-dewed skin made Sarah's pussy flutter and her mouth water. 

The fine red hair that covered her mound wasn't curly at all, but it was straight and silken, looking more like thinning hair on the top of her head than pubic hair. A few freckles had been splashed across her skin, giving her character, making Sarah want to suck and kiss each one of the 25 that her eyes could see. The rest of her sex was devoid of hair, looking almost like it was either just shaved 5 minutes ago or it simply didn't have hair on it in the first place.

"Eat it, you trespassing little bitch," Chrysta said, squeezing the handful of hair even tighter. The forcefulness in Chrysta's voice excited Sarah in a way that she usually only got when she was in control, not the other way around. Her stomach and cunt started doing summersaults over the thought of drinking the nectar from this rare flower and not stopping until Chrysta said she could.

"What if I don't?" Sarah said meekly, her curiosity already having lost to her lust.

"Then I'll call the cops and I'll turn you in for sexual harassment and trespassing on my property," Chrysta said flatly. She rose a foot slowly, running it up Sarah's thigh, making the muscle quiver under her skin. Chrysta's toes drug across Sarah's slit and she trembled at the feeling. That foot kept sliding up her body, the dominate redhead's soft toes tickling Sarah's skin until it came to rest on her shoulder. The resulting spread buffet of crimson framed snatch before Sarah's eyes consumed her. She leaned forward and took a tentative lick from Chrysta's tightly puckered ass all the way up to her engorged little clit.

Both girls let out a sigh and Sarah dove in, sinking her talented tongue into Chrysta's dripping honey pot. Her nose tickled and rubbed Chrysta's clit, making her tremble and shake as she tried to keep her balance. Sarah's tongue left the slipper love channel and licked at Chrysta's back door, pushing the tip into her hot tunnel.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck yes, YES!" Chrysta moaned, the moan turning to a scream. "Oh fuck, right there, you little cunt, just like that!" she hissed, Sarah's tongue stretching and twisting in Chrysta's tight ass. She pulled her tongue out and moved it back to Chrysta's extremely wet pussy, reveling in the tang of her back door and the sweet honey of her front.

"Goddamnit! I should catch you more often," Chrysta said, panting, her body twitching. Sarah grinned, her cheeks wet with cum and she locked her lips around Chrysta's clit, sucking for all she was worth while batting the sensitive bud furiously with her tongue. Chrysta's body froze, her muscles locked. She made unintelligible noises as she tried to speak, her voice catching in her throat. Sarah pushed both of her thumbs inside Chrysta, one in her ass and the other up her cunt, the fingers playing with each other as they slid around with only the thin wall of her pussy separating them. Sarah made sure to keep stroking Chrysta's G-spot and finally, with her tongue going crazy on Chrysta's clit, Sarah got the reward that both girls so desperately wanted. 

Sarah felt the final hard clutching of Chrysta's pussy and she pulled her thumb out, replacing it with her tongue, her mouth locked open on Chrysta's open cunt and she sucked. Her soaked thumb joined the other in Chrysta's ass and they twisted and twined inside, using Chrysta's own cum for lube. A blast of cum shot out of Chrysta's pussy, more than Sarah ever could have imagined a girl could shoot. The hot, sticky fluid was ambrosia flowing from this sex goddess, and it over flowed the anxious, guzzling cup of Sarah's mouth. 

Sarah got the first gulp down, the rest of it running down her cheeks and dripping in a torrent down her chin, soaking into the white sports bra she was still wearing. The second blast, even larger than the first, caught Sarah off guard even more. She'd seen gushers like this in her massive porn collection, but never in her life did she imagine she'd be drinking straight from one.




Cherry Hill Ch. 06



Sarah was still trying to swallow the first blast of cum from Chrysta when the second one squeezed out from around her lips, spraying the two girls down. The third blast, less powerful this time poured down Sarah's chest, soaking her cotton bra. Sarah took a deep breath and attacked Chrysta's pussy with a renewed vigor, swallowing what was left of Chrysta's cum, sucking on her pussy until another blast hit her. It was just a mouthful, and by the time she had her lips closed she realized Chrysta no longer had a handful of her hair.

Sarah stood, Chrysta's cum-bathed foot sliding off Sarah's soaked skin. Chrysta was panting heavily and she leaned against Sarah for support. Sarah leaned in, planting a deep kiss on Chrysta, pushing most of Chrysta's cum into her mouth, snowballing her with the last shot of honey she gave. The two girls passed the fluid back and forth, some escaping between their lips and dripping down between them. Sarah could feel the air attack her nipples, the cum and the breeze stealing the heat from them, making them so erect they puckered.

"Holy shit," Chrysta said, her breath coming in deep panting sighs and moans.

"That's just what I was thinking," Sarah said and pressed her lips back to Chrysta's. Both girls moaned and their hands went to exploring each other's bodies. Chrysta pushed Sarah away and smiled devilishly, her teeth biting on her lower lip.

"Now then, I hope you've learned your lesson," Chrysta said, walking between Sarah and the window. 

"Goddamn right I did. Next time instead of looking through the window I'm just going to come in and rape your cunt until you gush like that again!" Sarah said, the same devilish twinkle in her eye.

"Yes," Chrysta hissed in pleasure. "Now get the fuck out of here," she added, smiling.

"Yes, Madam," Sarah said in mock submission. She bent to pick up her tight biking shorts and Chrysta put her foot down on them.

"Uh uh uh. Some little snoopy cunt gets to run home naked, and uh," Chrysta said, gesturing first to Sarah's thighs, glistening with cum in the Sunday sun, and then pointing at her deluged sports bra, making her look like a wet T-shirt contestant.

"But...it's..." Sarah said, worry filling her mind.

"Yeah it is. Matter of fact," Chrysta said, turning to catch the sight of a clock, "Just now 11 am. Everyone will be returning from church at just about any time. Run fast, little cunt," Chrysta said and took a drink of her coffee, somehow still undisturbed and in her hand.

Sarah hesitated for only a split second before running back out along the street, the number of fences between Chrysta's home and hers making it impossible to stick to the back yards. Chrysta's hand went to playing with her clit and she started laughing lightly as her pussy convulsed in aftershock and she went back inside to finish watching her movie.

*******

Marcus had his cock out peeing when he looked up from Jade's bathroom window. "What the fuck?" He muttered watching Sarah Wilcox run down the street. He'd thought, no the more he thought the more he knew the woman had been naked. He wondered who else was going to see the tight ass and bouncing tits before she made it home, not to mention hearing the story. "Everyone will be coming home from church before long, and she'd still be on the road jogging." He chuckled, shook the drops of urine from his dick, tucked his cock back in his boxers and headed back to Jade's bed. 

Marcus Adam Wilcox was excepted home last night, but he'd called his parents Sam and Marsha to let them know he was staying over at Brad Allan's place. He knew Brad would cover for him, it was an unwritten rule between them. He thought of Sarah running down the street and for a moment which they'd been related. "Incest is best," he said. When he reached Jade's bedroom his eyes were immediately drawn to the bed. "Good morning beautiful," he smiled at the little Japanese woman that was nestled on a bed of silk and satin. He hated fucking on her bed, he felt as if he were sliding every where but her nice, trimmed box.

Jade Wanatabe watched her lover stride toward her. He was one of the few that she allowed to be solely one on one play. His cock was long, thick, and fucking impressive. She had no desire to share Marcus' cock. "Hello handsome. Come here often?" she winked and slid herself to his knees. Jade looked around her little bedroom and wished she had something more, something bigger. But the rent was covered by her parents and her king size bed did fit, barely... but it did fit. She ran her fingers through her jet black hair at the same time as she ran her tongue over her pink lips. Her dark eyes stared at the cock that was just starting to rise after Marcus morning absolutions. 

He made his way to the edge of the bed and stroked her hair. His fingers ran through them and he looked at the come stained sheets. "Not often enough," he told her, pointing out a few spots on her bed that weren't come soaked from the various nights he as well as others spilled their juices. "Guess who I saw out for her morning jog."

Jade immediately knew and shrugged her shoulders. "Sarah. So what? She jogs every fucking morning, she's a health nut. Funny thing is she'll probably have a heart attack one day while jogging." She rolled her eyes, ran her fingers up his thigh and noticed a dribble of urine on his cock, still seeping on the head. "You need to clean that off," she told him. 

"Nope," his eyes locked on hers and she glared. 

"Fine, whatever." She bent her head licked the bead and then quickly gathered his whole cock into her mouth so she didn't have to think of what she'd just done. 

Marcus felt her shudder of disgust and groaned. He could have cared less if she tasted his urine or not, it was that fast swallowing of his cock that he liked along with the shuddering that vibrated through him. His fingers moved to travel through her hair and he slowly eased her head into a nice gentle rhythm. "Easy baby, I got all day. I'm at Brad's all fucking day..."

Jade looked up, angled her head and released his cock. "All day huh?" she asked. 

"Uh huh," he nodded, trailing a finger down her soft cheek. Her eyes were slanted slightly, and he loved the innocent look she projected at that moment. She reminded him of a young girl getting her first chance at pleasuring a cock and he wanted her innocence today. "Suck slow sweetie."

Jade was far from innocent, she'd enjoyed the cocks of several in town along with a few of the females. Marcus was one of her favorites though. She was his and he was hers in this room, no one else ever joined them. They were one and the same. Each one liked to fuck fast, hard, and wild, but this morning, like most days really, they both wanted that moment of "there's only you" euphoria rushing through them. She ran her tongue from the head of his cock to the base then back up again. Slow tantalizing nips of her teeth followed the same course and soon she felt the fullness of his shaft rubbing against her face. The tip would push by her cheek, rub and catch for several strokes until his pre-cum made an appearance. Then every time she'd press kisses over the rod, the pre-cum would caress her features, bringing a shiver of delight to her body. 

Marcus watched his cock stroke her delicate skin, and his fingers moved to her shoulders. "Kiss me first, baby." He watched her lick her way over his stomach and across his chest. She stopped at his left nipple, bit and tugged before sucking firmly on the hard bead. His head lolled back as she teased the other, flicking it with her nails and then twisting it hard, bringing a groan from deep within his throat. His fingers stroked her hair and she finally relented and slipped her tongue up to his neck. 

She tasted the saltiness of his skin, and lapped hungrily at the center of his collarbone before sliding her hands up to cup his cheeks. Her eyes danced merrily with his and she slowly traced his lips with her tongue before she felt his hands wrap around her back and waist and bring her in close against his body. His head tilted, his mouth opened, and soon their tongues were dancing the ageless dance of mating. They moved as one, each giving and taking, each tasting the nectar and seeds from the night before. He held her close and tenderly, both wanting to experience what for them was the closest either had come to admitting loving the other. Both were sexually hungry people, but neither was willing to give up the fun that had on the side, and neither wished to marry at their age. They learned by example and the debauchery of Cherry Hill was just to much to ask the young couple to give up. 

Tenderly he laid her down on the bed, giving up the blow job, and he covered her body with his. He stroked her face with his callused fingers, felt her shake under him as well as her foot beginning a trail of heat up and down his thigh. She whispered her needs and he spoke openly of his own. Soon her fingers were sliding down his back, over his spine and cupping his ass. She squeezed hard, he moaned loud. Jade maneuvered her fingers between their bodies and stroked the hard cock that her pussy was begging for. 

The tip was now covered in his pre-cum and she rolled it over the head, coating it as well as the hard ridge. He bit gently on her shoulder, breathed deep the fragrance of her hair, and finally lifted his hips so her slim, delicate fingers could guide his sex into hers. 

"Oh Marcus," she whimpered as she felt him take over and sink his cock into her. She clutched at his arms as he slowly began his love making. "This is nice," she whispered, lifting her head to capture the sensitive spot between neck and shoulder. "Wonderful," she mumbled her mouth full of skin and muscle. 

"Yes," he replied with just as much awe. He sank into her over and over again. Each movement excruciatingly painful almost. His body screamed for him to move faster, his mind and heart won out as he loved her with the tenderness that few on Cherry Hill allowed to show. Every slow scrapping of his cock against her pussy drove a shudder through him, and he pressed tighter. His mouth moved to her nipples and he looked up at her. 

Jade's eyes were on fire, flames of black heat rolled in the dark orbs of her face and he could almost picture the onyx orbs calling out to him. He shifted waited for her to do as he knew she would and then he feasted on her nipples simultaneously. She'd known what he wanted, what they both wanted. Jade held her large breasts together, making the nipples touch and become two beads of delight that were now being sucked feverishly by Marcus mouth. 

He loved on her nipples, licking them and lapping at them with his sand paper tongue. He bit and toyed with them, the whole time barely moving his cock, but flexing and jerking it inside her hot, slick pussy. "Oh God.. Marcus... I need," Jade gasped, bit her lip and felt the shimmer of tears threaten to spill over her eyes. 

He knew, he knew that if he hurried she'd come faster, but he also wanted this one to last. So he refused her begging, and only released her nipples. "Wait sweetie," he told her. The prolonged agony pulled at him as well, but he refused to give up the battle. Marcus pushed into her, then out, never increasing his speed by more than a mere fraction. 

She clawed at his skin, begged and pleaded, but he wouldn't relent. "It's there baby," she whimpered. Her hips lifting, her body crying out for him to help her, to help her reach her goal. Jade felt as if she would die if he left her right at that moment, but she trusted him and she knew he was taking her to the place they both wanted.

Marcus watched her face, and he felt his own need to expel his seed increase. "Soon sweetie, soon." He pressed a bit faster, but still to slow to lose the euphoria that his lover was lost in. She'd long ago closed her eyes, and he now looked upon her beauty and saw the innocent expression he'd been waiting for. The sign of a woman no longer present on Earth but in her own little world where every man wished he could go. His come shot out and filled her womb, coating her sides, and covering her with his seeds.

Jade felt the hot flash of juices fill her and she whimpered as she continued to feel him move inside her, and soon she to was releasing her climax. The eruption pulled from her a screamed, "YES!" that rolled through the house and brought a smile to Marcus face, though his ears were ringing. His come left him in hot spurts that soaked her, and hers flowed thickly in waves of shivers and shakes. Soon he was finished, but he watched in amazement as her gyrations on his softened cock continued to bring little orgasmic quakes to her body. Once she nodded her head, he knew she was finished and he slid off of her. 

He pulled her against his side and combed down her hair, as she continued to have a jerk every few seconds as she relived the experience. Neither spoke as the digital numbers on the clock flicked over, each one afraid to ask the other to give up the lovers that littered their lives. 

***** 

Cynthia Allen had just enough time before her father got back from church and dinner to get some sun. The morning rays were just starting to get warm enough for her to strip down and lay out by the pool, protected from prying eyes on the street by their high wooden fence. Her brother Brian had gone with him this morning, while her other brother was gone to ruthlessly plow into the little Oriental girl down the block. 

Cynthia headed out by the pool, leaving the sliding glass door open behind her to air out the house with the sweet, early summer air, wearing only a silk robe; the robe that belonged to her dead mother. The warm sun hit her and she looked up into it, her blonde mane tied back in a pony tail. She closed her eyes and smiled into the sun, letting the light and heat consume her. The robe slid from her shoulders as her back arched, exposing her pert breasts to the blue sky and the few high, fluffy clouds. Her hands caught the robe as the material seduced her skin in its movements and she gingerly set it on the glass table next to the pool.

She found her favorite lounge chair, already in the optimum position by the small Jacuzzi in the private back yard. It was pointed so she could catch the most sun as it traveled overhead, letting her golden skin bake to an angelic tone. She sat, legs spread, her downy, golden thatch bristling slightly in the light breeze, and she reached for the bottle of tanning oil, kept at all times next to her chair. She dribbled the oil lazily on her feet, feeling the slick plastic strips of the deck chair under her pussy, the heat from the sun-warmed material gently caressing her pussy as her skin was treated to the warm liquid from the bottle. A gentle sigh of happiness escaped her as her hands slowly worked the oil in her skin. Her fingers moved subtly up her legs, their tender grace not missing an inch of skin. She got to her inner thighs and merely teased the sensitive flesh normally concealed there, smiling like a Cheshire cat at the added warmth on her pussy from the heat of the sun and her oil coated fingers.

Abby Mitchel, sitting on her bed in the apartment over the O'Connor's garage was enjoying the show. After moving in a month ago, not only did she get treated to the frequent view of Joy and Michael fucking like rabbits, but she had the patterns of the neighborhood down pretty well. Today was Sunday, and it was the day the little blonde next door sunbathed, almost always naked. As an added bonus, she had a nasty habit of playing with herself, the sun making her neighbor girl horny; something Abby wasn't immune to herself. 

Today, Abby was equally as naked as Cynthia. She knew Michael had gone to the office and wouldn't be back until he got his presentation material lined up for tomorrow; he'd probably be there all night long. Joy was at church and probably wouldn't be back until early afternoon, which gave her free reign of the house. She didn't see a reason to have clothing on, not for a little bit anyway; besides, it gave her a thrill to be mincing around someone else's house while they were gone, not wearing a stitch of clothing.

Abby's hands went to exploring her own body in the same way that Cynthia's hands were exploring hers. The two were one in Abby's mind, but she had the added sensation of watching the 23 year old masturbate as only a woman will in complete privacy. She would be doing the same to herself today, though with all the windows around her in the small apartment, she had the added risk of being caught, and it only excited her more.

Abby's eyes devoured the blonde's pussy, watching as her fingers left it untouched, her own fingers not capable of doing the same, each one of them slowly rubbing softly up her ridge of moist flesh, one at a time, letting the lips of her pussy open gradually as each digit slid from the bottom of her wanton flesh to the top. Abby heard herself gasp at each touch, her clit begging for firmer attention, but her hands returning to follow Cynthia's.

The blonde, unknowingly being watched poured oil in her hand, watching it pool into a silver-dollar sized drop and then she poured half of it in her other hand. Both hands rubbed each other for a moment and then up her arms, rubbing the oil in her bronze skin, marveling at the sheen that was created in the wake of her hands in the late morning sun. She loved the feel of the warm oil on her body, she loved the coconut smell as it mingled with the scent of fresh grass and lilac. Her hands moved on auto pilot as she oiled up her neck and then her shoulders, her tits thrust out, wobbling freely with every pass, her dust rose nipples enthralling her unseen observer.

Abby touched herself in the same way, but she found that one hand had already returned to her pussy, feeling the small, freshly trimmed oval of dark fur with her palm as her fingers separated her lips and stroked up and down her soft, hot, wet flesh. She wished desperately to be thumbing the clit of her neighbor, but her own would have to do. Her eyes didn't miss a beat as Cynthia's hands moved down to her own breasts, her fingers deeply massaging the flesh they encountered. Her head rocked back and she let loose a barely perceptible moan of pleasure; the sound a barely noticed symphony to Abby's ears.. Abby's body shuddered with a flash of hot electricity, her body needing the touch she was seeing. She felt her right breast dampen and looked down to see her hand, having recently vacating her pussy, spreading her free-flowing juice on her skin. She looked at her fingers in amazement, strings of her cum were between them as she wiggled her fingers. Abby couldn't help herself and sucked the honey from each one of them slowly, her left hand moving down to her lusting cunt, almost splashing as they slapped against her swampy slit.

Cynthia's hands went lower, their touch leaving finger-wide rivers of oiled flesh in their wake. Slowly, the rivers became lakes and the lakes became oceans as the oil completely covered everything except her mound of golden pubic hair and her shaved pussy lips. Abby's fingers stopped working her clit and she felt three of her fingers pull lazily from her pussy, her cum making them syrupy as they came out of her, dripping on the floor. She wanted to experience this to its fullest, Abby suddenly sad that she wasn't outside to feel the warm sun on her drooling twat, that she couldn't see Cynthia's pussy more clearly, and that she wasn't able to replace Cynthia's fingers with her own tongue. Abby swallowed hard and watched her neighbor for what she knew was about to happen.

Cynthia, not wanting her most prized piece of anatomy to burn in the blazing sun, picked up the bottle of oil and turned it upside down almost two feet over her open flower. The oil started in a thin stream, splashing against her clit, making her body shudder; the effect not lost on Abby who was busily teasing her clit. Abby let out a loud moan, and she felt the beginning of a tremendous orgasm hit her like a power surge.




Cherry Hill Ch. 06



Cynthia heard something in the distance, but her mind was already overtaken by her burning desire. After her pussy was coated in the tanning oil, she put the bottle down and ran her fingers back to her hard little nipples. Her fingers flexed and squeezed them, Abby's mimicking the movements precisely. The four hands moved as one, softly raking finger nails down the hyper-sensitive skin, the muscles under it twitching and writhing with a tickled taunt. Eight fingers and 4 thumbs found two pussies, open, hot, wet, and wanton at the same time. Two voices rose as one in the air, both girls crying out simultaneously as they both had a small orgasm.

The blonde needed more, as did the brunette. Much to Abby's disappointment, Cynthia dropped one hand away from her pussy, her remaining fingers busily stroking up to her G-spot in her gaping snatch. Abby could almost see inside her as the pink fuck-hole expanded and contracted with Cynthia's movements, and she desperately wanted to have a taste of the blonde twat her pussy was dripping over. Cynthia's other hand rapidly returned to the scene, though to Abby, lost in those pink depths, it seemed that it took a life time.

Gripped firmly in it, for the first time since Abby had started to watch the neighbor girl, was the bottle of tanning oil. Cynthia's quick, strong thumb was on the cap in an instant and it twisted off, spinning into the pool with a gentle splash.

"Oh fuck, she wouldn't....she isn't..." Abby panted heavily. The world moved in slow motion as Cynthia moved the bottle down, tipping it over the top of her clit as it passed within centimeters of it, spilling oil all over her blonde furred snatch before the top of the bottle disappeared in a flash into the pussy of Cynthia Allan.

Abby couldn't take any more. The orgasm that had been building burst like a damn, over taking her senses. She screamed, and in a heartbeat, her cum drenched hand was over her mouth, her eyes wide when she realized what she did, but her right hand kept mauling her pussy, her fingers flexing inside her, rapidly pulsing against her most sensitive spot while her thumb madly stroked her clit. Her eyes clamped shut and she saw Cynthia fucking herself with the bottle of suntan oil again, watched as her pussy contracted around the soft ribs of the orange plastic, her fingers sliding on the slick surface as she pushed it in deeper. Abby let out another whimper, her hand muting the full blown scream it would have been.

Cynthia's mind knew there was someone here, someone watching, and that just excited her more. She knew it wasn't the pool boy, he wouldn't be around at all today. It couldn't have been the postman, and she would have heard the ice cream truck. Her lust fogged mind was barely aware of her surroundings as it was, and right now she could care less. The bottle slowly pulled from her drooling snatch, its warm oil adding more heat to her volcanic cunt. Cum and coconut oil swelled out of her pink slit with the bottle, each thick, finger-width rib eliciting a sharp breath and a long, husky moan. Only when the bottle was completely out, the rest of its contents puddling inside her, did she notice the hushed moaning scream coming from near by. Then she saw it. 

Abby had watched the bottle slowly reappear, the mixture of cum and oil pour back into the golden haired, glistening pussy. Her hands both furiously worked her sex, her left mauled her clit while her right splashed in and out of her pussy. When the bottle emerged completely, Abby came hard. A second orgasm ripped through her and she barely stifled the scream, but not her spasming cunt. Cum sprayed from her, hitting the windows nearly 6 feet away in steady bursts. Her body convulsed and curled with each blast, her hand still vigorously fucking her cunt, getting soaked along with the carpet, the corner of the bed she was sitting on, and the window. Her back arched up, her toes and shoulders the only thing connecting her to Earth as her whole body exploded in orgasm. 

Abby was panting hard and didn't notice the willowy blonde neighbor smirk as she witnessed her voyeur's orgasm. Cynthia petted her pussy down from its pending orgasm and a plan started forming in her head, one that kept her pussy warm and her nipples tingling, even though her fingers left them alone for the rest of her tanning session.

****

Reginold Devlon looked over to his wife Ellenor, he remembered how they managed to find themselves stuck in Cherry Hill. Neither one felt safe returning to England, where he was once a Sir and she a Lady, no now they were stuck here, but they made the most of it. The unexpected and unexplained death of his father back in England so many years ago had left Ellenor alone and widowed with only her lover, which happened to be Reginold at the time, there to console her. 

Now as he pulled the Lincoln Town Car into the drive his eyes focused on his daughter and his son. Reginold was the third in line to the useless lands in England, as well as whatever prestige would have come down with it. He was a strapping lad and he could see why Sabrina, his sister, older then him by one year was allowing him to fuck her senseless. Reginold eyed Sabrina and she knowingly eyed him back. 

Reginold the Third caught the glances and his cock stirred. He watched his mom run her fingers through his dad's hair and he imagined her fingers on his head. The difference being she'd be pulling it into her pussy and forcing him to fuck her hard with his tongue. 

Sabrina swallowed, ran her tongue over her lips, and her fingers down her neck. Her eyes went to her father's, the back of her mother's head, and then over to Reggie's. She devoured each one of them for a few seconds, letting her cunt become slick with juice, juice that someone would be cleaning from her in a few minutes. 

Reginold thought back to that morning, just as they were getting ready for church. He'd showered, shaved, and gotten dressed then walked past Sabrina's bedroom. He'd heard the sounds of her moaning as well as Reggie's grunts and knew they were again fucking each other senseless. He'd leaned back against the wall and listened to them. It was a surprise to hear his wife hiss at him, bringing his attention to himself, and noticing that while he'd been listening to incestuous couple he'd pulled out his cock and was stroking it hard and fast. 

Ellenor wasn't shocked by the sounds that had finally driven her husband to jack off in the hallway, what did shock her was that it had taken him so long to act on it. She'd seen the two kids fucking one day, she'd immediately gone to the bedroom, grabbed her toy and got herself off within a few minutes. Now she made sure to either catch them in secret or hear them. Her eyes devoured her husband and soon she'd been on her knees sucking his cock while her children were slamming into each other. 

When Reggie came in his sister's cunt and she on his cock, he'd moved off of her and fucked her face, letting her clean his seed and her come from his dick. Sabrina didn't mind at all she loved the taste of herself and her brother's come only enhanced the flavor. When the door to the bedroom was pushed open, their parents stood there staring at them. Sabrina's eyes went to her father's limp cock, still dripping of come, and Reggie took in the thick white creamy lipstick his mom was wearing. They all stared at each other for a moment before Reginold spoke. "After church," he said and then shut the door. 

The Lincoln Town Car pulled into the drive and Reginold got out, walked around the front, as his son walked around the back. They both opened the doors for the women and soon the group was moving into the house, leaving the car in the garage nestled between the Porsche and the Mercedes. Reginold was the first to act, his hand grabbed Sabrina and he pulled her to the living room. He placed her over his knee and raised his hand to paddle her ass. He paused only long enough to give her time to lift her skirt. His cock leaped when he saw the black thong nestled in the crack of his ass and he licked his lips in appreciation, before the first resounding crack filled the room. 

Reggie watched in awe as his sister's ass turned red and he watched her come all over his father's lap. He'd never tried that with her before, but he knew he would in the future. The thought of his sister's ass was quickly pushed away when his mom dropped to her knees, unfastened his slacks, and took his cock into her mouth. He pushed her head deep onto his shaft and shot a load of come all over her face, as well as in her mouth. 

After both of the Devlon kids had come their parents led them to the bedroom. "It's better to get that first shot out of the way. It's fast and we don't want fast... do we?" Reginold asked his daughter, his hand cupping her cheek as he kissed her for the first time. He'd dreamed of this moment for years and now he was finally able to treat his twenty year old beauty the way he wanted to. 

Ellenor led her nineteen year old son to the room also, her fingers running along the satiny shirt he'd worn to church that morning. Soon each parent had undressed their child then undressed themselves. The young bodies of Sabrina and Reggie only complimented the mature frames of their parents. Each one moved like liquid silk over toward the bed.

Reginold instructed Sabrina to place her head on the pillows and Ellenor joined her, but she placed her head toward the foot of the bed. Reggie knew what he wanted as did his father. He moved to his mother's side and climbed up to her, kissed her mouth, lavished her lips until he was short of breath. Her fingers had strummed over his cock, cupped his balls and teased them during that first kiss. He then turned his body, laid his head against her stomach, and breathed in her scent. 

Sabrina watched her father kiss her mother, stroke his son's ass, and then place a kiss on each one of her ankles. She saw his tongue sneak out, lick its way to the center of her sloppy cunt where he began to slurp from its warm trimmed bush. The colors were a soft brown and he made sure to bury himself in them, before he too straddled her, easing the warmth of his mouth back against her pussy while his hips dropped his hard cock toward her, waiting and eager lips. 

Ellenor gasped as she felt her son's tongue stoke the hairs of her cunt and then she purred in delight when he assumed her favorite position and offered her the cock she'd been fantasizing on for years. She lifted her hips, placed her hands on his and lowered his throbbing manhood to her tongue. Her tongue ran over his balls, up his shaft, traced the oily head that was still slick from the face fucking she'd given it earlier, then she drew the entire member deep into her throat. 

Reginold watched his wife fuck their son, his eyes stared for a moment, then closed as he felt Sabrina open her mouth against his balls and slide them into her warm cavern. He growled, pushed his hips down more, and shuddered when he felt her fingers run over the crack of his ass. Sabrina rolled his balls in her mouth, pushed them with her tongue, savored the feel of them. She sucked greedily on them and when her father's tongue stroked the length of her slit, her moan vibrated all over his testicles. 

Reggie licked his mother's clit, rolled it between his lips, only to nip, and bite it several times. He pushed in a finger into her slick pussy and was surprised to see the long, slim polished one of his sister's move up to tease his nipples, then over to their mom's clit. He shared the pussy, and soon they were fucking mother's cunt with slim soft fingers and thick hard callused ones. 

Ellenor bucked against her son, covering him with juice as well as her daughter. She shuddered over the feeling of Sabrina's nail scrapping the sides of her pussy. She angled her head, adjusted her jaw and was soon deep throating her son, taking in his massive cock, and feeling it slam into the back of her throat. Her eyes went to her husband and she too joined it the flood of juices he was drinking from Sabrina's cunt.

The group moved together each one feeling the movements of experienced adult hands with the lesser experienced young hands. Soon the sounds of the room were more then just slurping and sucking, they were sounds of "fuck me," "oh yes," and several "don't fuckin' stop" until every one on the bed was covered in come. It was a few hours later that the group separated, but the play didn't stop. Reginold carried Sabrina to her room, where he shut the door and kept himself buried inside her for hours, alternating between fucking her face, pussy and ass. Ellenor was far from being done with Reggie so it came as no surprise that the Master bedroom door also remained closed though the sounds of fucking could probably be heard from anyone passing by the biggest and richest establishment on Cherry Hill.



Cherry Hill Ch. 07



Marsha Wilcox was sitting at home, watching the nothing that was on TV when she remembered that she had had a question for her son. He told her he would be over at the Allan house, but she didn't want to call over and disturb the Doctor and his family, so she tried his cell phone.

"Shit," she said quietly, hearing the ring tone sound off from his bedroom. "Well, I guess it won't hurt to just ask him," she thought. She had to go to the grocery store anyway, and the Allan house was on the way. She fired up the car and drove halfway around the block, parking in front of the modest, but immaculately kept home. Marsha stood up out of her little coupe, letting the engine run and pulled her pants up; she loved wearing her husband's cargo pants, but she was just a size too small for them and she had to watch how far down they slid. She sauntered up to the house and rang the doorbell.

The thick oak opened slowly, revealing the maid on the other side. Her size always took Marsha a second to get used to; the amazon was 6'3" and had the body of a track runner. 'All legs and no curves to show them off, the poor thing,' Marsha thought to herself.

"Marsha? May I help you with something?" the maid asked.

"Bianca, is my Marcus here? I had a question for him before I run some errands," Marsha said, a friendly tone in her voice. She couldn't help but notice she was staring straight at the taller woman's chest at this angle, the step into the house making her tower above Marsha even more.

"Marcus? Why no, he hasn't been here for a few days, as far as I know," Bianca said, a confused look on her face under her blonde mop of loose curls.

'Fuckin' Blondes. Why do people persist in reinforcing the stereotypes?' Marsha thought, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Well, is Brian around? Maybe I can talk to him about where Marcus might be?" Marsha said, the chipperness in her voice betraying her thoughts. 

"Sure, come on in, I'll bring him down to the living room," Bianca said, her voice almost bubbly. Marsha nodded her thanks and came in, going to the nicely furnished living room. She noticed Cynthia coming downstairs in a nice silk robe, fresh from a shower, her skin bronze from what was undoubtedly her latest tanning session.

"Hey Ms. W. How's it going?" she said, toweling her blonde hair dry. 

"Pretty good, Cyn. Say, has Marcus been around here lately?" Marsha asked. She was oblivious to the fact that Cynthia was painfully aware that her cargo pants had slid down again, exposing both of her pelvic ridges and a nice expanse of skin under her belly button. Cynthia shook her head with the motion of her towel, clamping her eyes shut, trying to force the arousal from her body before her nipples tented the flimsy material.

"Haven't seen him. Why, is he supposed to be here?" Cynthia asked, forcing her focus on Marsha's face, trying to not let it drift down her body to her tight red T-shirt with monkeys splashed across where her bra-less tits were stretching the fabric.

"Yeah," Marsha said, turning her back to Cynthia, looking around the posh setting, getting lost in the mahogany woodwork and leather upholstery. Cynthia's eyes were locked on the twin globes of Marsha's ass, the very top of the crack barely starting to appear over the top of the khaki fabric. Her vision was shot down as Marsha realized the pants were slipping again and pulled them up. Cynthia slunk out of the room, replaced by her younger brother and the maid.

"Um, hey, Ms. Wilcox," Brian stammered. 

"Oh," Marsha said turning around. "Hi, Brian. I keep telling you to call my Marsha," she said smiling, her hands sliding into the pockets of her pants. 

"What can I do for you, Marsha?" Brian asked politely.

'You can start by letting me pop that cherry of yours, you fucking stud. I can't believe...' Marsha thought. She heard her own voice cutting herself off, saying, "Well, I'm looking for Marcus and he said he'd be over here. Did he leave already?"

"Uh, yeah. A while ago," Brian said, an unwritten rule by his brother to cover for any of his friends went through his mind. Marsha saw his face start to blush and his eyes start to float around the room. 

'That lying little bastard,' Marsha thought. 'I wish this bimbo of a maid wasn't around, I'd give him a what-for. Hey, wait a second...'

"Well, do you know where he might have gone?" Marsha asked, pushing down on the pockets a little bit, exposing more belly to the young man. She'd probably have been showing off the very top of her bush, if she hadn't had the damn thing taken off with electrolysis. Brian's eyes traveled straight to it, and Marsha smiled, keeping an eye on Bianca as she flitted about the room.

"Umm," Brian said, blushing profusely.

"Now Brian, it's an easy question...and I know it's 3 in the afternoon and it's early for you, so the easier, the better," Marsha said, pushing the fabric lower. She shifted in her stance, making sure the damn things wouldn't just fall off; she could feel most of her ass was bare in the conditioned air of the house and she could feel the metal of the snap resting just on the beginning of the cleft between her pussy lips.

'Ease back, girl,' she thought, feeling her pussy heat up over the young boy ogling her, his house keeper not 15 feet away, completely oblivious.

"Yes, yes, Ms. W...I mean Marsha," Brian said. Marsha kept her legs spread but took her hands out of her pockets. The motion made the jeans rise a little and then fall a little further, her pussy barely out of the high-school graduate's view. She saw him lick his lips. A feigned angry look flashed on her face and she motioned at him, getting his attention. She pointed at his eyes and then pointed at hers.

"Brian, where is Marcus?" Marsha said flatly. She stretched, straining the thinning material covering her tits even farther, her nipples hardening from the cold air, the attention, and the movement of the material. Brian was transfixed, his eyes locked to her chest. He shook his head and forced himself to look her in the eyes. Marsha saw Bianca turning around and she moved her hands back to her pockets to hike her pants back up, but she hiked too hard and she felt the seam divide her lips, the roughness against her moistening sex and engorged clit gave her a little shiver.

"Is it too cold in here for you, dear?" Bianca said, seeing the guest shiver.

"Yes, yes it is," Marsha said, knowing the controls for the AC would be located in Dr. Allen's room upstairs. "I could turn down the AC if you'd like," Bianca volunteered. Marsha nodded and smiled. The Amazonian blonde didn't skip a beat as she turned from the room. Neither did Marsha. She crossed the space between them with cat like grace, the pants sliding down her hips with each swaying motion. 

"Now Brian," Marsha said, knowing her heated twat was almost exposed. She stopped an arm's length from the boy and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know he's not here. I know he hasn't been here," Marsha continued.

"But, I..." Brian stammered, his flush almost as red as Marsha's shirt.

"Brian," Marsha said, taking his hand. "This is a butt," she continued, grabbing Brian's hand and placing it on her exposed ass. Her muscles quivered at the sudden heat of his sweating palm and she stifled a moan by biting her lower lip, almost unnoticed by Brian. She felt the hand try to move away, but she held it there. Once she felt the fingers flex, she knew she had him.

"Now Brian, I know you don't want to sell out your brother's friend, but I'll make it easy for you," she said, closing the distance between them. Marsha felt her pussy grind against the lump in Brian's running pants, the cargo pants having slunk down enough from Brian's hand that the only thing keeping them up was her spread legs. Marsha enjoyed it for the fact that Brian's thick cock head could rub freely on her wet pussy through only a layer of thin nylon.

"Feel that, Brian?" Marsha breathed against his neck. "I know you feel that because I feel your cock throbbing against it," she continued the tease, giggling at the feel of his thick meat bobbing when she said 'cock.' She ground her cunt against the material, feeling it slicken with her juices.

"He's not here," Brian said, swallowing hard. His eyes were closed and his heart was beating so fast she could see the veins jumping in his neck.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Marsha said sultrily. She stepped back just enough to feel the dick throb heavily against her clit, a hard sigh coming from her throat as she tried to not cum on the spot. "This, on the other hand," Marsha said, reaching into the tented pair of running pants, "Is hard as your muscles." She softly stroked the meat, finding delightfully that it was thickly veined and was easily three of her hand widths long.

"Maybe I'll have to have Marcus have you over sometime, and then make sure he disappears," she said, giving his balls a quick fondle. The sound of feet on the steps brought Marsha back out of her fantasy and she stepped back, her hands in her pockets, pulling the pants back up quickly.

"I guess it was a bit chilly in here," Bianca said with a giggle. "It had been set on 60 degrees!" she added, still bubbling with girlish laughter.

"Well, I need to be on my way, anyway. Thanks for everything, Bianca," Marsha said, her nipples standing at full attention and puckering, the heat in her belly over-riding the cool air. Bianca moved to the kitchen and Marsha turned to leave.

"And thank you, Brian," she said. Her left hand gave his stiff prick a good rub through his pants as if she were shaking his hand and her right dipped into her jeans and gathered a fingerful of her pussy juice. She showed it to him, let him see it glistening in the light and then sucked all the cum from it, closing her eyes and working her tongue over the sensitive digit. "Thank you so very much," she said, dipping the finger in again, but this time, wiping the honey on his lips before giggling and walking out the door, letting Brian get a solid look at her firm ass as she swayed out to her car.

********

Star Dixon left church as quietly as she had when she came in. She wasn't ready to go home, her mind suddenly distracted from a scent that she recognized blowing in the wind. She'd stepped out of the church, breathed deep the fresh air, always wondering why church smelled of sex. She often would shrug her shoulders and continue her walk toward home, but today was different, today she smelled him. 

Her gaze went to the cemetery and she walked to his grave. Her sorrowful look fell over the plot, nicely trimmed and cared for. She bent down and pulled a weed that was trying to make its home at the corner of the marble headstone. Star wouldn't allow it. Her long fingers, with pink polished tips, ran over the cool marble. It was soothing to touch, the shade of the tree eased the heat of the day from her shoulders and for a moment she felt him with her. 

"Shawn," she whispered, almost believing he was there, smelling her perfume, as well as hearing her words. Star thought of the last day they had seen each other. He'd kissed her goodbye, on his way out of town for business, their wedding just two weeks away. She recalled his touch, the feel of his hands and she felt a hot tear run down her cheek. Soon several were falling and her body wracked with grief. 

She slipped to her feet and traced the letters of his name. [B]Shawn Walker[/B]. Her mind conjured up his face and she smelled his scent again. She turned to look around, noticed others leaving the church, finally emptying the parking lot and leaving her alone. Turning she rested on her ass, leaned against the marble stone, and whispered into the wind. "I miss you baby." 

Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, soon she was sliding down to the grass to lay over the grave, the cool ground kissing her skin. 

Shawn watched her, his heart pulling at him to go to her, tell her everything, tell her how wrapped up in the community he was, and why he'd done what he did. He saw the church empty, the cars leave, and then he saw her fall asleep. He made his way toward her, easy movements, stealth like; his training taking over. Once he reached her side, he looked down on her sleeping form and eased himself to his knees. 

She was still beautiful; just as sexy as she was the day he disappeared and the FBI arranged his "death". Now they needed him back, needed him to infiltrate Cherry Hill again. His finger ran over her cheek, the barest touch being sure not to cause her to wake up. He lay down beside her, breathed in her scent and thought how odd it looked. To lay on your own grave holding the last woman you'd made love to before you were "killed" and not be able to touch her, or tell her your home. 

Star rolled over in her sleep, snuggled into the warmth that she thought was the blankets in her dreams. She breathed deep and the scent of Shawn began to tantalize her mind. She moaned softly, snuggled deeper, and sighed his name. Her fingers moved over his chest, the blanket in her mind, and she curled her fingers around the soft material.

He held his breath while she settled back into him. He should leave her, go back to the rat infested hotel or find that slut Sarah May Wilcox and find his cock a place to rest for the day and night. Shawn's lips found the top of her head and he kissed it softly. She smelled the same, sweet like honey. His hand moved to ease under her head giving her a pillow. His other hand moved to her hips and he slowly eased her to her back. He stilled his movements once she was rested against the grass once more. Shawn's eyes traveled down her body, her breasts firm, her waist tiny, her short legs were a beauty to behold and his cock stirred at the memory of the one time they'd been wrapped around his throbbing member. It was the first and only time they'd made love. Two days later he was pulled from Cherry Hill and "died".

Star's dream floated between reality and make-believe. She felt the air stirring against her skin. Her mind told her she was outside, but she didn't let herself wake up. She wanted to be next to Shawn, it was where she belonged. It was no surprise when her dream took her back to their last night. She could feel him beside her, feel his hand upon her skin and her legs opening up awaiting for his arrival. 

Shawn bit his lip as he smoothed his hand over her thigh, slowly working his way up to her panties. "God," he thought to himself. "She smells beautiful." His palm splayed over her panties and he rubbed the mound gently, barely a whispered touch against her skin. Shawn watched her face, making sure to stop if he thought he was making her wake up. His name fell from her lips and he knew she was dreaming of him. He smiled and eased a finger between her skin and the silk. He wanted to lift her skirt and see the color of them, but he knew he couldn't so his fingers moved over the soft blonde curls, curls he'd often teased and pulled with his teeth, but only once invaded with his shaft. 

She felt the warmth of his fingers and her body rose up, the dream full of his smell and his touch. Star moaned, felt the long digits move over her now moist pussy hairs and tease them like he'd done in life. She dreamed of him often, but this time was the first time that it had felt so real. Her fingers moved in her sleep to slide to her nipples and she touched them, softly rubbing them as her dream lover rubbed her. 

Slowly he teased her sex with his fingers, played with her clit, massaged the lips with lazy movements, so easy and gentle that she remained lost in her mind. His fingers moved further, searching for a hidden place to stroke and love, a place he'd often thought about on the nights he was alone, or in the bed of another. He brought forth more slick moisture and increased his tempo with every thrust of his fingers, making sure not to push hard into her, letting her become one with him again. 

He'd watched her since he was called back into action. He immediately learned all about her. He knew she'd been with no one, his whole body jerked in response to that knowledge and he bent his head to taste her lips again. His tongue snuck in and he took a timid taste before withdrawing the warm moist muscle. He stroked her pussy, loving the sides, scrapping them with his nails, and watching her body begin to buck against his hand for more. 

Star felt the passion building inside her, felt her body begin to climb a hill that threatened to make her fall and stumble down. She lifted her hips, squeezed his fingers, and called out his name. The dream hovered inside her and she clenched her eyes shut refusing to give up her orgasm or her dream state. She felt the driving force of Shawn's fingers impaling her and her fingers curled into the covers on her bed... the grass and dirt clogged her nails, but she didn't notice, lost in the passionate pulls of love that her dream lover was giving her. 

Shawn watched her cum, felt the rolling waves cover his fingers and he ached to plunge his cock deep into the folds of her sex. When she shuddered one last time, he knew he had to leave her. His fingers slipped out fast, he rolled to his back and within seconds was quietly and swiftly skirting behind gravestone markers, leaving the beautiful blonde alone in the aftermath of her dream. 

Star opened her eyes, barely able to focus. For a moment she thought someone was there with her, but she looked around and saw no one. Her hands moved to her sex and she found it wet with come. She brought the wet fingers to her nose, breathed deep and cleaned the digits. "Shawn," she whispered, rose from her place on the ground and looked back at his gravestone. "I love you."

*******

Lance's computer screens were filled with tiny images of live video footage. Most of them were pretty quiet. His neighbors, Antonio and Marie were busy tongue fucking each other while their mother, undoubtedly listening to her kids through the thin apartment walls, was slowly masturbating herself with a 15-inch jelly cock. She looked like she was mumbling sweet nothings in Spanish and Lance seemed to catch her in mid orgasm. Subconsciously, his hand moved his mouse to click the record button of those two screens.

Kaiser's place was surprisingly quiet. The 6 cameras he specially installed in her various rooms usually caught her in some state of undress, wandering around her house, coffee in hand, her juicy crimson muff open to the air. Today was not that day, however, and that was very odd. 

"It's Sunday, though," Lance said, his cock twitching at the thought of what she might be doing and where. "That broad would park in a handy capped spot just to fuck the cop to get out of the ticket," Lance said out loud. He made a mental note to go back and check the outside cameras later incase she'd been sunbathing and he'd missed it. 

With a click of the mouse buttons, the screens shifted to a new series of videos. The willowy Asian neighbor came up and Lance's hand immediately made the video full screen and hit the record button.

One of the Krest punks, Tony or whatever his name was, was plowing into the silken haired twat. She was bent in half, her knees spread wide apart and holding her pussy at waist level over the back of the couch. Tony was obviously his father's son, and his 9-inches sloshing in and out of her wet pussy looked like a glistening third-arm pounding into her crotch. Jade was baked out of her mind, her stomach twitching as the pole rode in and out of her. She was still puffing on a joint as her body was rocked, her shoulders threatening to slip off the edge of the couch.

Tony sped up, slamming his dick into the Asian cunt, and Lance could swear he could almost see that strong cock bulging within her as she was assaulted relentlessly. Jade started to scream, her voice would have reached Lance's ears had he not soundproofed his apartment so well. Lance was so captivated by the vision before his eyes that he didn't even notice his erection until it bobbed against his wrist. He almost jumped at the sensation of surprise and pleasure, his coffee threatening to spill into his lap.




Cherry Hill Ch. 07



Tony started to slow down and Jade, in her clearly baked state, shook her head, but seemed to be writhing in ecstasy. Tony started yelling at her, and he reached down, looking like he was going to strike her. Instead, he grabbed a fist full of her silken black hair and pulled her up as he jerked his cock out of her abused box. She was almost bent in half before she slid off the couch, her open mouth catching the tip of Tony's dick in time to catch the throbbing member's white hot cum.

"Goddamn, I gotta get those two in here. I'd make a fucking killing," Lance said, his own cock throbbing as he watched Jade struggle to swallow Tony's load. Most of it seemed to burble out around his member, dripping down her modest chest and running down her still-twitching stomach to pool in her belly button. Lance was impressed with the load, especially since some of it had to have been shot straight down to her stomach. 

Tony's orgasm rocked his body, and when he seemed to come down from the high, he brought the handful of hair to his cock and wiped it off, dropping the stained locks when he was satisfied. Jade just knelt where she was, looking dreamily about the apartment until she found her joint, still smoking, next to her on the floor. It hit her lips and Tony pulled his pants up, barely covering his thick pubes. Krest had a well-muscled torso and he let as much of it show as he could get away with.

"Mental note," Lance said out loud, "bug the Krest house better. As fucked up as that family is, everyone except Dad's probably getting drilled by that."

Lance's eyes were starting to float away from the screen, searching the other two monitors in the room. He didn't get half way through the first before something caught his eye and he snapped back to the Japanese slut's apartment. Tony pulled something from behind the counter top. He was apparently quite mad about it, and pulled another package, and another, and another.

"Holy shit," Lance said, his hard on melting instantly. "That's all fucking weed. There's gotta be 10 kilos of it there!" Lance started scrambling for a pen and some paper, making notes on the back of a discarded envelope. "Gottcha you little cum slut," Lance said with a note of victory. His head kept dipping down to the notes and back up to the scene unfolding before him; Tony was stuffing the plastic-wrapped parcels of weed into a garbage bag, yelling at Jade who seemed to be way off in La-la Land. He glanced down at his notes again and saw a face in the far corner of his monitors. 

"Oh fuck. You are not supposed to be here," Lance Kincade said, blanching as his voice almost cracked. He pulled up the video feed from outside Star Dixon's house to a full screen and he started taking screen captures. "Shawn Jacobsen. You son-of-a-bitch."

********

Yolanda Evans hurried to her bedroom, knowing full well what her roommates would be doing. She closed her bedroom door, locked it and quickly pulled her clothes off. She was in her bed, toy in hand and legs open before the others even made it into the house. Her ears strained to hear them talking. A resounding knock made her jump. "Yeah?" she called out, knowing it was one of the girls checking on her. 

"You feeling okay?" Zoe Thomas asked. 

"I'm coming down with the flu, I think. Just gonna lay here and try and calm my stomach. I'll be fine though, thanks for asking," Yolanda answered back. Mentally though, she was anything but fine. She knew her friends were going to screw each others' brains out. She'd listened to them fuck for several months and as desperately as she wanted to join them, she just couldn't get over the feeling it was wrong. She was also human and when she was able to listen, she did and she enjoyed it immensely. 

"Well, if you're sure. We'll just try and stay quiet. We'll watch a movie or something else will come up," Zoe answered back. "You just get to feeling better." 

"Thanks, and don't worry... I'll be better in no time," Yolanda told her. She listened to her friend mutter something and walk away. Soon the sound of behind her bedroom wall, closest to her bed were coming through loud and clear. That could have been because Yolanda had purposely drilled a small hole through the wall and on some occasions she'd peek through it and watch the group fuck. Today though she wanted to act on sound and nothing else. 

"How is she?" Heather Grimms asked Zoe when she walked into their shared bedroom. She was pulling off her heels and tossing them in the closest when her roommate and best friend came in. 

"She says she's got the flu, so she's resting. She'll be fine, I'm sure. How are you though?" Zoe asked. She walked toward her, slowly opening the buttons of her sundress and exposing her nipples. 

"I was fine until you started doing that," Heather said and reached out to help Zoe finish the process of undressing. "God, I'm so wet. Why does church make me so horny?" Heather asked. 

"Because you're a slut," a third voice chimed in. The girls turned and smiled at the final roommate that lived in the house of sin. Gregory Hughes sauntered in and the ladies let their eyes wonder down to his hard cock that was tenting his boxers. "You're both sluts, aren't you?" 

The girls smiled and both nodded their heads. Zoe pulled her dress off and Heather finished stripping. "Do you need to feel how slutty we are?" Zoe asked. 

"Or taste how slutty we are?" Heather countered. 

Gregory laughed and pulled his boxers off. "Feel, taste, watch. . .it's all good to me." 

He stood in the center of the room and watched the two girls move toward him. His cock jerked and jumped at the sight of four breasts swaying, four nipples hard and perky, two mouths, two tongues and two glistening cunts closing the distance between them. "I've got to be the luckiest man in Cherry Hill." 

"Mmm. . .," Zoe moaned and slipped down to her knees. "Really? Wouldn't it be nicer though if Yolanda was here. You could pop her cherry and then fuck all three of us." Her lips wrapped around his balls, just as Heather sat down on her knees and began to bob up and down on his hard cock. 

Yolanda heard them talking and then heard the familiar sounds of wet mouths and grunts that came from Gregory's throat. Her eyes had shot open when she heard Zoe say something about Gregory popping her Cherry and then them fucking all together. Her fingers had only been petting her sex, now though it reached for her vibrator. She shoved it into her pussy, the rabbit lay against her clit and she pressed the two separate control buttons until they reached maximum speed. She wasn't wasting time. She wanted to come and she wanted to come often. 

She heard the girls calling themselves sluts and whores. Gregory did too and she imagined them calling her the humiliating names. "Yeah, I'm a slut. Make me your slut, fuck me hard and fast," she whispered to her empty bedroom. Yolanda pushed the cock harder into her pussy and took her other hand, wrapped her lips around the vibrating rabbit and ground it against her clit.

The vibrations rolled through her system and she started lifting her hips up and down as she fucked herself. She strained to concentrate on both her actions as well as what was going on behind the door. Her pussy was slick with juice and yet she felt like she was missing something. 

A thought occurred to her and she quickly pulled her toy from her cunt. Shoving it into her mouth she began to wash it with her tongue, imagining it was Gregory's dick. As she did this, she was reaching with one hand to pull her night stand drawer open. A bottle of warming lube was soon in hand and she pulled out her washed cock from her eager lips. Once she had it coated in the hot lube, she shoved it all back in her pussy, returned the pulsing action to max and began to ride the waves of lust as she listened to Gregory cry out he was going to come. 

Zoe and Heather grinned. They sat back on their legs and opened their mouths. Gregory shot his first stream of come on them both, waving his cock in front of them and letting the white hot seeds arc in the air. He watched with glee as his fluids let loose again and the ladies were there to willingly suck it from each others mouths and chins. A third he aimed and waved back and forth over their tits, which he knew they'd be cleaning off when they moved to the bed. When he was empty, they did just that. 

"Fucking love your come," Zoe told Gregory. "But I love eating off of Heather more," she added with a laugh. 

"I love watching you," Gregory told her and headed to the bed with the women. "Do you think she's really got the flu?" he asked, nodding toward the bedroom wall, where they knew Yolanda rested, on the other side. 

Heather chuckled, "If she doesn't have the flu than I hope she's enjoying the sounds of our screwing." 

The group laughed and Gregory lay down on his side. "Well, right now she's only listening to my two sluts talk. Get to work. You've got to make this cock hard again."

The two ladies grinned and Zoe pushed Heather down. She slid her body over her friend's and turned so she could straddle her hips with her arms. "Like this boss?" Zoe asked, giving a wink to Gregory. 

"Fuck yes," he groaned and watched Heather grab Zoe's ass cheeks, spread them and begin teasing the tight puckered hole. "Oh fuck yes. God that is so hot. Tongue her ass, you dirty whore." 

Heather began to fuck Zoe's tight entrance and she bucked her hips when she felt Zoe begin to eat her out. "That's right bitch, eat my pussy. You love it," Heather said and then slapped Zoe's ass. Zoe bucked back and shoved her ass closer to Heather. 

Gregory watched as the two women fucked each other. His eyes bugged out as Heather moved from Zoe's ass to her cunt and then he'd shift so he could watch Zoe's face devour Heather's pussy. 

Yolanda heard the words and had already came once and was on the edge of climaxing again. "Ohhh.. Ohhh fuck yes. Suck my asshole, slap my ass. I'm such a dirty girl. Make me your dirty girl. Fuck me..." she cried out, her voice rising and falling as her fake dick pounded her pussy and the rabbit drummed her clit. 

Her juices were falling down the length of her toy and covering the box where the control pad was. It was slippery and she used her muscles to make sure the toy didn't fall out of her wet hole. She continued to drive it in deeper and hold tighter to it. She felt the spinning balls that made the cock twist and they bit into her skin. She imagined them to be Heather and Zoe's fingernails, scrapping the fleshy sides and she screamed out as she was coming. "YES! OHH FUCK ME! HARDER! OHHHHH!!!"

The group on the other side of the wall stilled for a moment and Gregory smirked. "When's the next big party here in Cherry Hill?" he asked. 

The girls smirked. "It's just around the corner," Zoe said and ran her tongue over her lips. 

"I think its time Yolanda came to one, don't you?" Gregory asked. 

"Definitely," Heather said and inserted two fingers into Zoe's ass. She slowly began to pump in and out of her, bringing another moan from the woman. "You like baby?" she whispered and then bit down on Zoe's right cheek. 

"Ouch, you slut," Zoe hissed and bit down on Heather's clit. 

Heather slapped Zoe's ass harder and cursed her. She bit her again, which in turn had Zoe biting her back. 

"I love this," Gregory said as he watched the two women add pain to their pleasure. Soon they were coming again. His cock was shooting come all over their bodies as they were gushing and squirting all over their respective partners' face. 

Yolanda hadn't missed the words and her face was crimson as she thought of what would happen if she gave in and went to the party and let herself get screwed. She decided she'd do it and with that decision another thought rolled through her mind, this one making her come. . .how many people would be there and how many could she get to fuck her. 

"God, I'm such a slut," she whispered and climaxed again as she imagined the gangbang she was suddenly hoping would occur. 

******

Natalie was in her living room, watching the TV Guide channel, trying to find anything worth watching. 

"Fuck," she sighed, "middle of the afternoon on Sunday. Not even a good fucking movie on." She thought for a moment and a devilish thought crossed her mind. "Maybe I can find something to do after all," she continued to herself. Got up, her light flannel sleeping clothes whirling around her slender body with her motions. She almost skipped as she entered her kitchen and stood before her titanic refrigerator. A shiver ran through her body as she thought of all the goodies it held. Natalie's slender hand came to rest on the handle, but after a second's pause, it slid to the left, opening the freezer half instead.

All manner of frozen junk food was present. Ice cream bars, pudding pops, pop-cicles, push-ups, frozen chocolate bars, tray upon tray of ice cubes, and tubes of cookie dough adorned most of the shelves, but so did frozen vegetables, fruits, deserts, and even a summer sausage that was as thick as her forearm. Her body shivered but the fire in her belly reminded her of the same thought she always had when she ran her fingers over the slick brown rind.

"Not today, big guy. Not today," she said, her fingers tickling over the three-inch diameter meat, the sensation running right through her to her rapidly soaking cunt walls. Instead her hand found itself wandering over to the king-sized Baby Ruth which had laid in her freezer for far too long. She had intended to use it during finals, but she ended up just fucking her professor for the grade anyway. Natalie's knees grew weak at the sight of Dr. Reynold's face covered in her cum, whipped cream, chocolate, and marshmallow cream as she devoured the sundae between Natalie's thighs. 

"I was too hard on her," Natalie said, shutting the fridge door. "It was just mean to make her lick her wedding ring clean like that and then start her in on seconds," she continued to herself, laughing almost darkly as she sauntered into the back of her house, entering the small den that she'd converted from the spare bedroom. It was her favorite porn room; all of her toys were in there as well as her assorted collection of DVD's, VCR tapes, and an extremely abused recliner, as well as a 36 inch TV, identical to the one she had in her living room.

Natalie's clothes started coming off as she walked through the house. The buttons on her flannel top were picked off, the tie around her pajama pants was undone. Her shirt opening slightly with the movements of her traveling through the house, her already errect nipples delighting in the movement of the fabric as it caught on her sensitive skin. She was suddenly aware of the hem in her flannel pants as it swished on her inner thighs, the loose drawstring allowing the flimsy cotton to work itself over the top of her tingling cheeks. Her whole body was alive, she was electric and fluid at the same time, and her head was already beginning to swim. She almost made it to her cum-soaked chair before she caught something out of the corner of her eye, something in her neighbor's window.

"Little cunt's been watching me, so what the fuck, turn about is fair play," Natalie said, moving to get a better look. She could see knees in the air, spread, and her neighbor's arms moving. She was obviously fucking herself, and Natalie's mouth started to water. The wrapper was off the candy bar in a flash and the bumpy texture was dragging through her pink folds, her heat already melting the frozen chocolate. Natalie gasped for air and nearly fell forward, her knees turning to jelly.

"I can't....can't see from here," she panted. The chocolate was already starting to melt with from her heat, she could feel its thick texture coating her pussy, and she knew the feeling well. She pulled the candy bar from her pussy and licked the combination of melting chocolate and her own pussy from the top, being careful not to lick too hard. Her pussy quivered at the taste and she felt her pussy twitch and start to open and clench, wanting something desperately to be inside it.

Without a second thought, Natalie ran up stairs, cum mingling with chocolate as her juices started to coat her inner thighs. She was through her small house and up stairs to the attic of her bungalow in a flash. There was only one room up here, a large play area for the children of the former owners. Natalie had not done much with it, she just used it to store a few things, like her telescope which was never pointed star-ward on even the clearest night, and her old couch, which had the noticeable smell of pussy coating it. There was also a small refrigerator in the small room now, which Natalie had let turn into a freezer.

Natalie, cum now down to her knees, whipped the telescope around and found she could just barely see in the window, and what she saw was pussy. The little redheaded slut had a carpet that definitely matched the curtains; dark red, thick, and curly. It was already matted from what looked like a 10 inch vibe sinking in and out of her swollen lips as fast as she could make it go, and even better, it even had a little clit vibrator on it. Natalie could see every detail of her slit, she could see that tight little bitch's pussy suck tight on the vibe on every stroke, her inner walls not wanting it to pull out, and she could see her pussy open wide to accept the invader every time she pushed it in.

Natalie's own hands were not idle, either. The frozen candy bar slid from the frying pan and into the fire, plunging into the depths of Natalie's vault, trying feverishly to keep up with the strokes of her neighbor. It wasn't long and she felt her hand coated in the sweet honey and chocolate mix boiling in her pussy. Her the slippery candy was twisting in her fingers, alternating between the flat bottom and the bumpy peanut core rubbing and sliding against her clit as the bar plunged in and out of her, in a cycle Natalie knew would be ending all too soon.

A chill ran through her body as the caramel coating was reached, it being a good 20 degrees cooler than that almost completely gone chocolate.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she murmured, her eyes glued to the little furry red snatch 30 feet away. "Fuck that pussy, you fucking slut!" Natalie hissed, her hand speeding up to match the fervor of the girl next door. "Fuck yes, fuck it!" she screamed this time, her breath drawing in by ragged gasps.

Then the redhead stopped, Natalie's hand froze, not guided by her brain anymore, simply one with the invading cock in the pussy before her. She saw the girl's entire body blush, goose bumps erupt on her skin like waves of porcupines, and then the dildo was going at full blast. Natalie struggled to keep up, having to prop her leg up on the windowsill to allow her the access she needed.

"Oh fuck yes!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her unblinking eye glued to the vibrator sawing in and out of the pussy before her. She felt her heat building, and she felt the need. Her mind wandered out to the incident this morning when Yolanda's roommate caught her fucking her veggies on the back porch, and how Natalie let her watch. It made her even hotter now, and she had half a mind to let the girl she was watching now know what was going on some how. 

"You wanna watch me fuck myself, you little slut?" Natalie screamed, the tension building in her like a pressure behind a dam.

"Your precious Zoe liked watching me fuck my cunt with corn on the fucking cob? You should see what I do with my carrots, you little slut. Those fucking cucumbers out there, those are going straight up your pussy, and while we're at it, I'll break in that tight little pink ass of yours, you fucking bitch!" Natalie hissed, her hand a blur. The remaining candy pleasure rod slamming in and out of her box was starting to wilt and bend as it baked in the soaking oven of her creaming twat.




Cherry Hill Ch. 07



"You want to watch, I want to watch you. Fair trade, isn't it?" Natalie moaned loudly.

"You want to watch me fuck myself with that fucking sausage? You want me to eat it after it's covered in my pussy juice? I'll do it just to watch that crimson pussy of your erupt," Natalie grunted, the candy all but gone now.

Natalie saw Yolanda cum. Her whole body shook, her hands flew to the vibrator to take it out and then watched her accidentally turn it up instead and her body rocked almost off the bed, her back arching, that delicious pussy shooting in and out of view, the vibrator sticking out of the pink slit looking wetter and wetter each time Natalie caught a glimpse of it.

"Fuck yes! Cum you fucking slut!" Natalie screamed loudly. Her hand was a blur as it made circles over her clit, the caramel, chocolate, and occasional peanut slid out of her own pussy and down her thigh, joining the stream of candy and cum down her tanned flesh. A puddle was forming under the arch of her foot. She lost it. Her mind exploded, she felt her pussy convulse and squeeze the remaining Baby Ruth out of her molten box. Her legs shook and her whole body quaked. A low, guttural scream left her lips as she felt her pussy squirt, not like it usually does, but powerful squirts, coating her legs and soaking her fingers.

The last thing Natalie remembered was the sensation of floating, her fingers not restraining themselves. Right before Natalie's head hit the floor after she slipped in the puddle of chocolate, caramel, and cum, she remembered thinking through her lust fogged brain; "I'm going to fuck that furry red cunt if it's the last thing I do."



Cherry Hill Ch. 08



Reginold Devlin zipped up his suitcase and watched his wife Ellenor do the same to hers. He admired her large breasts, and watched how they stretched the expensive silk blouse she wore. His gaze moved to her lips when she started to speak, but then dropped to her tits again, when she repeated the same thing she'd been muttering since he told her to pack. 

"This is ridiculous. I don't know why we are going back. We can just pretend we didn't get the call." She pulled on her heels and stared back at her husband. "And why the fuck didn't you tell me earlier? I mean you've known for a month now and you're just now telling me " 

"Elle, get over it. The old man had a mistress, how we're you and I supposed to know?" Reginold said and picked up his suitcase. "I'll meet you downstairs." He kissed her cheek and walked out of the room. As he moved down the hall a noise coming from his daughter's room, brought him up short. He groaned and felt his cock growing hard. He knew what was happening and he knew he wanted to gaze upon the sweet cunt that was being fucked by his son. 

He adjusted his package and called down the hall. "Reggie, stop wrestling with your sister, you know you're too old to be doing that anymore." He had never confronted the two of them, but he suspected they knew he and Elle were aware of the comings and goings that happened under their roof. "Come downstairs, both of you. There's some things we need to talk about." 

Reginold plodded down the steps and headed to the living room. Soon his wife was there by his side and fifteen minutes later his son and daughter were there. He stared at the straining nipples of Sabrina's chest and then he noticed her face seemed to have a sliver of white cream on her chin. Reginold coughed, drawing Sabrina's attention. He casually rubbed his chin and raised his eyebrows. It took her a moment, but he watched her eyes grow wide, her hand come up, her finger swipe away the come and her mouth devour the thick milk in less than a second. His cock jerked. 

"Yes, Daddy," Sabrina smiled softly, "you wanted to see us?" She arched her back and stretched. "And thanks for telling Reggie to stop wrestling with me. I'm not sure what's come over him lately." 

Reggie smirked. He had seen his Dad and Sabrina's little exchange. He also watched his mom take it all in and he knew his cock was still at half-mast. "What y'all got bags for?" he asked. 

Ellenor licked her lips and thought of the large hunk of flesh buried in her son's slacks. She shifted in the seat next to her husband and took a deep breath, pressing her palm against her stomach to calm the desire rolling deep inside. "Your father got a call from an old solicitor in London. It seems your grandfather, my late and dearly departed husband, prior to your father, left behind a bit more than money when he died." 

"Oh?" the two Devlin kids said simultaneously. They reigned in their sexual antics and took a seat, noting the seriousness of their mom's expression.

Reginold took over. "He had a lover and it seems she's passed on. However, she also left behind a pair of twin sons. Seems they are only eighteen and she had no funds. He left her nothing and she's been providing for them, but now she's dead and they have no one." 

"So," Sabrina shrugged. "Why the fuck do you have too?" 

"There's no one else. Besides, we are the only ones they knew to call. It seems their mother, kept track of your father and I. So when she passed, the boys found out about who their dad really was and well. . . they want a new life in the States, with money, or they'll slander your grandfather's name," Ellenor said. 

"Again... so?" Sabrina said. 

Reginold cleared his throat and stood. "The Devlin name has been a proud name over in London and though there was some scandal when I married my father's widow, it is still a name that holds weight when a Devlin is in Europe. WE will keep it honorable."

"At least in Europe," Reggie chuckled under his breath. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up. "Well I guess we'll have a couple of brothers when you get home." 

His parents stood up too and Ellenor moved up to her son. She pulled him into a warm embrace, purposely pressing her breasts tight against him. Her lips rested on his neck and she kissed him, then whispered in his ear. "They'll never be my sons. You'll always have that right." She slid her lips to his mouth and kissed him gently, allowing her tongue to slip quickly inside. Ellenor pulled back and then watched as her husband separated from the kiss he'd given his daughter. 

Reginold left the room, his cock straining against his slacks. His vixen of a daughter had stroked his member and confessed she'd been a naughty girl and would need a spanking when he got home. She had then quickly tongued him and let him taste his son's seed from her lips. How she'd pocketed it in her mouth and talked amazed him. 

When the door closed behind them Reggie grinned. "Hand me the phone babe," he told his sister. She gave it to him and he pulled her over to the couch. He dialed up a number of folks from Cherry Hill, the first was Lance. "Hey buddy. I've got an offer you're gonna love. But you have to work fast. How would you like to set up your cameras and mics in my five bedroom, 4 bath house and have a good ol' fashion fuck fest?" 

Sabrina's eyes lit up as she heard her brother. Her mind conjured up all the people she wanted to invite. The more she thought about it the hornier she got. The hornier she got the more she wanted to fuck. The more she wanted to fuck the faster the clothes her brother and her had haphazardly tossed on, were shed. 

When Reggie hung up the phone it was after agreeing that Lance would be there within the hour to set up. Reggie would call others, he told Lance, after he was done drilling his sister. Lance had chuckled and said, "Save some for me."

Reggie had answered, "Hurry the fuck up then." 

He watched his sister slide herself over his legs and he slid down the cushions of the couch, just enough to get his cock at the angle she needed it. "Fucking hot, sis," he groaned as she slowly lowered her pussy down to the swollen head of his shaft. He watched another inch become swallowed into her hot hole, and then another after that. Soon she had all of his thick member and she was rolling her hips, grinding her cunt against him. He could feel her clit mashed against his pubes and he growled. "Jesus, I love to feel that." 

Her answering moan was a thrill that filled his ears. He grabbed her breasts and twisted the hard beads that were arching toward him. "Ohh... harder Reggie," she cried and rocked back and forth and rolled left and right. 

Reggie grunted and twisted her nipples again. Wrapping one hand around her back, he pushed her toward him. Her breasts swayed and slapped his face. He licked the tops and sides and nuzzled the cleavage with his nose and chin. Eventually, he captured her titty with his teeth and brought a cry of pleasure from her lips as he pulled and teased the sweet bead of sin. Reggie gnawed on her bud and sucked with strong pulls of his muscles. His cock continued to slide in and out of her as she lifted and dropped onto his big member.

Sabrina pushed her fingers into her brother's hair, and held him to her. "Reggie, ohhh fuck baby. You're gonna make me come." 

"No, sweets you can't come. Lance's coming and wants you too. Hold out and come for us both. Can you do that?" Reggie asked. 

Sabrina moaned and pouted. "Both of you. Mmm... fucking both of you at the same time? You promise, he'll be here soon?" she asked, still bouncing and riding her brother. 

"Yeah, so don't come." 

"Ohhhh... fuck, Reggie... I need to come though, so bad." Sabrina's eyes were clenched tight and her head was rolling back and forth. 

"Get off my cock baby girl. Come on; get off and suck me. You can't come though. I'll shoot my load all over for you and you can come later. I promise baby, he'll be here soon." 

Sabrina moan showed her disappointment of losing her brother's meat, but the idea of forestalling her climax so she could come on two cocks was enough to make up for it. She dropped to her knees and began to suck on her brother's impressive shaft. She rolled her lips down over the head and slammed it back down to the base. Her deep-throating technique was worth a blue ribbon if one earned those in cock sucking. She bobbed up and down and then abandoned his sex so she could suck his balls. 

She felt his fingers in her hair and she knew he was going to force her to drop his sack and go back to his cock. He pulled her off of him and she grinned. "You come all over me, and you tell me right now those two new brothers get to fuck me too." 

Reggie glared hotly at her. "You fucking slut," he muttered. "Deal. You fuck 'em first and then their mine." 

"Deal," she slammed her mouth down and kept him locked in her jaw as she stroked him with her tongue. Her fingers teased his balls, squeezing them with enough pressure that he knew she was there. 

"Commmming " Reggie shouted and unloaded milky streams of white pearls into her mouth. "Ohhh fucking... holy shit... ohhh my god, bitchin'..." 

Sabrina worked his fluids free, until she was sure she had it all and then she continued sucking him getting him hard and ready. When the doorbell rang, she popped her mouth off his cock and ran to open it. She wasted just enough time to make sure it was Lance, opened the door, pulled him in and slammed it shut behind him. 

"Get in there and fuck me you pervert," she demanded and pushed him toward the living room. Soon she was on the floor straddling her brother, riding his cock while Lance too, plowed her pussy with his thick tool. 

*****

"I'm sorry hon, but you've got the wrong number," Lynn said, almost ready to hang up the phone. 

"Oh shit, sorry about that," came a breathless reply. Lynn was about to excuse her but the "Fuck it, wanna come anyway, Ms. Kessel?" cut her off. Lynn thought about it for a second, and aside from jogging with the girls in the morning, she hadn't done anything social for a long time. It might be good to just kick back and relax. 

'But what if you get too relaxed? What if they find out?' Lynn thought quickly. Almost equally as quickly, her internal voice responded with, 'Go, you whiny little bitch, that or end up single and a spinster all your life.'

"Sure, I'll be there. Devlin's place, got it," Lynn said. There was a moan on the other end of the phone that got cut off just as the connection broke. Lynn felt her sex twitch at the identification of that sound; a near orgasmic groan with the lapping of pussy in the back ground. "Sounds like the party's already started." Lynn felt her clit start to swell under her jeans and she had to start breathing deeply to slow it down, otherwise it'd be hard all night and she'd be too horny to think about the consequences of her actions.

"Maybe I'll bring Natalie, she hasn't been out in ages, either. Sounds like the cock is going to be abounding, and she hasn't had a man for a while," Lynn thought. Her clit throbbed again at the thought of her neighbor's fuzzy brown pussy. She'd seen it before at the Memorial Library, she'd seen the girl in one of the private study rooms while "studying" late night for her finals last semester. 

Her book was open, and so were her thighs; the sound proof room masking her screams, moans, and sighs of ecstasy. Lynn was glad she was in the process of locking down the library and that she and Natalie were the only two in there; she took the time to hide in the stacks to where she could still see her nubile neighbor furiously fucking herself with some kind of toy. Lynn's skirt went up, her knickers down, and her hands were vigorously working her mammoth clit and bringing fresh pussy juice from her inner depths by the finger full to let her jerk her sensitive mini-cock. 

Even now, she shuddered thinking about it, her clit already starting to throb to life, her pussy heating from it's normal slow smolder to a raging inferno, the moisture starting to coat her walls doing nothing to quench the flames. She squeezed her thighs against each other and she swore she heard herself squish.

"Down girl," she told herself, her hand already absently stroking her freakish clit. She had to tear her hand away, but not before giving it a few strokes, her body trembling at the contact. Lynn cleared her throat and forced her hands away, thinking about anything she could to try to get herself calmed down. "Should I call her first?" Lynn asked no one in particular. Her eyes met the green digital display on her stove and she saw it was only 6:30. "Fuck it, I'll just go over," she heard her voice say. She mentally agreed with herself and she walked out the back door, crossing the backyard of the college kids living next door before approaching Natalie's house. She crept around the garden and stepped up on the back porch. Dancing lights from a TV caught her eyes just as she was about to knock.

"Must be home," Lynn said, and knocked loudly. There was no answer, and after a second, she knocked again, this time, the door came open. Lynn stood in embarrassed silence as she listened to the creepy creaking of the heavy metal hinges.

"Natalie?" she called inside before opening the heavy door further. "Natalie Meyers, are you home?" Lynn asked politely, only the faint sounds of the TV in the other room returning to her straining ears. Lynn shrugged and entered, shutting the door behind her. She walked to the other room, seeing discarded pajamas along the way, and she froze when she got to the TV.

"You sure do have strong hands," purred a black woman on the television. She was lying naked on her stomach, a pair of feminine hands massaging her well-oiled skin. The camera focused on the white hands for a moment as they slid from the black woman's lower back to her firm, toned ass. She moaned out loud and shifted her legs, spreading them to give her masseuse better access.

"The better to touch you with," the masseuse purred back. The camera stayed stationary but it was perfectly clear that the masseuse was working an entirely different set of muscles than the last massage Lynn had. The white woman's forearm started flexing and the corded muscles started twitching as her fingers undoubtedly teased the sensitive flesh inside the black cunt she was now teasing. The black woman's back arched and she was pushed back down with the free hand of the white woman. Lynn's heart was in her throat and she could feel herself sweating. 

The white woman's arm started moving more vigorously, moving her hand in circles as the ebony pussy started juicing loudly enough for the sound to crash through the speakers and into Lynn's ears. The wet, sloppy, slurching noises of hungry pussy devouring fingers hit her like a dump truck; it was a sound she knew well, and a sound that she knew she'd be hearing soon from a different angle as she felt her fingertips rake softly against her thighs and up to her panties which were now thoroughly soaked. She felt the heat pouring from her own pussy and licked her lips as she closed her eyes and thought about what the masseuse must be feeling; what the black chick must be feeling. Lynn's whole body shook with the dirty lust of watching porn in a neighbor's house while the neighbor may or may not be around, and it made her want it more.

Lynn's eyes flashed open at the sound of a deep gasp, she didn't know where it had come from due to the blood pounding in her ears. Her rapidly fogging vision revealed to her that it had come from the TV; the screen now filled with the pink core of a deep black pussy being invaded by the masseuse's hand, the whole thing in the black cunt. Only the bones of her slender wrist were sticking out and Lynn swore she could see the black chick's belly undulate with the motion of the fingers inside her.

"Oh fuck yes, fist fuck my slutty cunt...." hissed the black chick. Her hips started bucking and the invading fist started moving, pulling out to the knuckles then pushing back in, pulling back out, and pushing in. Every stroke brought the tight pink core of the black snatch out with the hand as it tried to suck the fist back into it. Every stroke, the hand got wetter and wetter until it was absolutely glistening with pussy juice.

Lynn's eyes were glued. Her hands were working her clit like the miniature cock that it was, one on the head, the other working the base of the shaft where the monstrous 3-inch clit speared out of her pussy lips like a pike; waiting to impale another pink pussy like the one it stood out from. Her mouth was an open desert, her tongue aching to lick the honey from the hand and pussy in the close up on the screen.

"Fuck me faster, bitch. Punish my cunt," the black woman moaned. The white fist obliged, ramming deeper and faster into the shaved black snatch, the pink core disappearing completely inside the black lips as the fist stretched the cunt it invaded. "Oh fuck, faster, faster " screamed the black girl, almost squealing.

"Cum for me, slut. Cum all over my fist," ordered the masseuse. The black girl just let out a guttural moaning scream in response, her voice shaking with the pounding her pussy was getting. The white fist, now almost imbedding itself half-way up its forearm, was soaked, pussy juice dripping and flying off the arm at the end of every stroke before it drove back into to the quaking black twat. The more the black woman moaned and screamed, the faster the white woman fisted her until her whole body arched up, the white girl's fist was a blur and cum spread down the white arm like the hot massage oil it was covered in not so long ago.

Lynn was a mess. Her thighs were coated in her own juices, her clit starting to ooze just like it did before any massive cum, and her fingers were hot, wet, and sticky. She brought them to her mouth and her body trembled, another small gush of cum joining her already slick thighs. As her head stopped reeling, she realized she was wet down to her knees and her dress weighed heavily on her. Guiltily, she looked around the room, leaning against the doorframe for support, but she still hadn't seen or heard Natalie.

After catching her breath, Lynn tried to compose herself as much as possible and started through the house. It didn't take her long to find the attic stairs still down. She made the short climb on unstable knees, but Lynn found her strength rapidly returning to her as her eyes hit the crumpled form of her neighbor in the moonlight of the window. She was up the stairs in a flash; much faster than she thought she could move with all her wits about her, let alone in the distracted state of mind she had been. Her mind was now snapped to crystal clarity and she was checking out the scene around her unconscious library patron.

Natalie was out, looking like she'd been masturbating with a candy bar or something; there was the heavy scent of chocolate, caramel, and cum still hanging in the air. There was a puddle on the ground, looking like the same color that was still slowly leaking down her thighs. She was breathing though, and that was Lynn's primary concern. The eroticism of the scene was really starting to weigh on her though, and between the stimulation she'd just had and the thought of Natalie fucking herself with a candy bar, she felt her clit twitch and her pussy heat back up to the inferno that it had been. Knowing full well that it was pulling her dress up from her crotch as she was kneeling over her neighbor, she couldn't care less.

Her fingers found the puddle of candied cum on the floor and she couldn't help but take a fingerful and bring it to her lips.

"You're one hot little number," Lynn said, inhaling the scent of woman and Baby Ruth simultaneously. The thick sauce hit her parting lips and it was found by Lynn's tongue a second later. The mixture of tastes caused fireworks to explode in her mind and her loins stirring could have been measured on the Richter scale. "Oh fuck, baby," she moaned and got another fingerful.




Cherry Hill Ch. 08



It was sucked to her lips and greedily licked down, her tongue dancing and delighting in the flavor. She was cautious to keep a close eye on Natalie, though, but she didn't know why; her dress was hiked up over her hips, her pussy and engorged clit were in plain view of Natalie's sexy brown eyes if she'd just open them....and then Lynn realized she wanted Natalie to see. She wanted her eyes open at that point more than she'd ever wanted anything sexual in her life. Lynn could feel the tension building, she could feel her body aching to be looked at. Any girl with a fetish this kinky could certainly understand a girl like Lynn; and understanding was just what she needed right now.

Lynn couldn't help herself. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth as she bent down to the thigh of her naked neighbor and she took a quick, tentative lick, teasing herself and testing the reflexes of her new friend. After not even seeing a muscle quiver, she took a longer lick, filling her mouth with the taste of caramel, chocolate, and what must have been the best tasting cum she'd ever had. The second lick was followed by a third, a fifth, a tenth; each time Lynn paused to see the trail of white flesh appearing from below the dark candy mess coating the precious thigh. Natalie moved in her sleep, rolling from her side, her thighs parting, her right leg apparently glued to the floor. 

Lynn's breath was already coming in ragged gasps, but at the sight of the brown fur matted down with the treasure she'd been sampling, it stopped altogether. After an instant she felt the need to sample the still oozing mix right from the source, and without hesitation, she dove down into the chocolate cream pie and started eating Natalie's pussy for all she could.

Natalie could no longer pretend to be asleep. The sounds Lynn had made downstairs caused her to wake up, though just barely. She fell back asleep, her head pounding and her shoulder aching from slamming into the floor. The raven-haired neighbor coming up stairs was no real surprise, either, though feeling Lynn's hot breath on her thigh a second before that soft, wet little tongue snaked along her chocolate cum covered thigh was more than she could handle. By the 5th lick, her eyes were open and she saw the librarian, hair tied in a bun, a few loose strands clinging to her sweat-sheened neck. Her sapphire eyes were barely closed, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Her tongue brought a moan to Natalie's lips, and she couldn't let it escape. Lynn was only encouraged, and when Natalie's thighs split, she dove in, licking one thigh, then the other, each swipe of her tongue getting closer and closer to Natalie's swamped box but only by a half a centimeter at a time. Natalie's half-lidded eyes raked down the librarian's sensuous body, taking in her soft shoulders, her tight little frame, decent rack, the swell of her hips, and her light blue sundress, bunched up around her waist and held there by her huge, bouncing clit.

Natalie's eyes were open in a flash, her gaze burning into the crotch of the librarian. She saw what could have only been a clit; long, slender, and pink, protruding from the slender, almost non-existent lips of a tight little pussy. It wobbled with the tongue snaking along the edges of her own pussy, and it was not until she felt her mouth water that she realized her breath had been caught in her throat, apparently blocked by her heart. Natalie opened her mouth to speak but she didn't have the voice or the words. She didn't even realize she was craning her neck to get a closer look until she was close enough to touch the delicate nub with her tongue.

"Suck it," Natalie heard Lynn's voice say clearly. She tore her gaze away from the beautiful pussy before her eyes and she raked her eyes up Lynn's body. The librarian's cheeks, chin, neck, and the top of her dress were coated in the remnants of the candy bar she'd been fucking, and Natalie felt her pussy quiver at the sight. Lynn's eyes, those sapphires gleaming in lust, were locked onto Natalie's own light brown pools of melting, wanton sex. The demure librarian and the daring college student were gone; now it was 5'4" of Lynn's spectacular body, telling Natalie to suck her clit. Natalie watched as Lynn's tongue snaked out from between her lips and licked the tiniest bit of Baby Ruth and cum from her own clit and her back stiffened as the electricity shot through her body.

"Suck it, baby," Lynn purred. She kissed Natalie's clit, her tongue working around the sensitive button as she french kissed the pussy before her. Natalie's body was wracked by spasm again and she felt a gush of candy and cum rush out of her, the thick mixture rolling slowly toward her ass. "What are you waiting for?" Lynn questioned as her tongue disappeared from Natalie's view. She felt it roll between her ass cheeks, take a slow round about her puckered pink ass, and then up, slowly, achingly, deliberately back up her slit, the pink muscle from her neighbor's mouth picking up the mixture her pussy just squeezed out. Lynn propped herself up just high enough so that Natalie could see the chocolate mess dribbling down her chin, dripping onto her 

chest and running slowly down toward the librarian's heaving, braless tits.

Natalie could no longer resist. She turned her head quickly and her lips kissed the tip of Lynn's dick-like clit and Lynn's body arched. The librarian pressed her face back to Natalie's cunt and she mimicked the college student's movements; both women slowly savoring each other. Natalie's hands didn't stay idle, one exploring inside the sticky dress, finding Lynn's firm little tits and massaging them while the other started slowly probing her extremely juicy pussy. Natalie heard her fingers literally squish into the hot box as she sucked Lynn's entire clit into her mouth.

Lynn screamed in passion, her lips still locked on Natalie's slit. The vibrations made Natalie moan, Lynn's clit firmly lodged in her throat. Lynn screamed again, Natalie moaned, finding Lynn's g-spot. Lynn's pussy erupted. She came from everywhere; her pussy squirted juice out in thick gushes, her whole pussy was coated in her thin honey. Even her clit had cum gushing from it, just like a little cock.

"Don't stop " Lynn screamed out in the midst of her breathless rapture. Natalie started going crazy on her clit, her head bouncing, her tongue stroking, her lips sucking. Every time she pushed the surprisingly hard, yet oh-so-soft silken nub between her lips, her clit vibrated. Every time Natalie bottomed out on Lynn's unique sex, she'd stick her tongue out and gather the delectable honey that was pulsing from the pussy that was trying desperately to drown her.

"Oh fuck," Natalie sighed in breathless ecstasy. "You're fucking perfect," she said, sucking the monstrous clit between her lips again.

"Oh shit, yes You're gonna make me..." Lynn started moaning loudly, her body clenching. She was cut off by her own orgasm, her body exploding as Natalie pushed two fingers inside her gasping velvet vice and started fluttering them against her g-spot. She bit down on Natalie's clit by accident, and her supercharged sex exploded. The last of the chocolate and caramel dildo flooded from her cunt with the rush of her juices, while her face, neck, chest, hair, and mouth were drenched in the powerful blasts coming from Lynn's sex. She lavished in the cum bath she was receiving, barely even aware that Lynn's miniature cock was also blasting cunt honey deep into her mouth. There were so many powerful squirts that she couldn't even drink it all; it was like trying to keep up with a spurting water hose.

"Fucking-A, honey," Natalie cooed when she had her breath back. Lynn's twitching body managed to squeeze out enough air for a chuckling sigh. Natalie kept looking at her sex and watched her clit wilt to a much smaller, but still impressively huge size.

"I didn't taste any honey," Lynn managed to say, her heart still thundering in her ears. Every time Natalie spoke, the heat of her breath crashed against her still-deluging sex. They both lay on the floor, rolling away from each other's drooling pussies so they could lay back and enjoy the glow.

"I'd ask what you're doing here, but that would imply I'm upset that you showed up," Natalie said after a moment's silence. She felt Lynn's hand softly stroking her calf and she looked down at the Librarian, noting that her eyes were drinking in the sight of her pussy. Natalie's eyes raked up Lynn's flesh, and they glued to her unique little sex, noting that her clit was starting to engorge again.

"Do you hear what I hear?" Natalie asked, her voice still dreamy. Lynn strained for a second and she heard laughter and loud music from down the block.

"Oh yeah, Devlon's are throwing a party tonight," Lynn said.

"Mmmmm, oh that'd be fun to go to," Natalie sighed. Her hands started rubbing along the sensitive flesh of her sides and along her pelvic arches, slowly zeroing in on her blazing love nest.

"It might be even more fun to watch," Lynn said, a devilish, husky tone in her smoldering voice. "You like to watch, don't you honey," she continued. Natalie smiled sheepishly, thinking back to Yolanda and her exploits this afternoon. She rolled up on her side and breathed heavily against Lynn's giant clit.

"So do you," Natalie said, her voice liquid silk. "Remember the library?" Lynn could only moan as she felt the heat from Natalie's lips start running up and down her sex, followed closely by the feeling her tongue slowly rising up and down her miniature member, then dipping into her drooling sex.

"Fuck yes," hissed Lynn.

"So do I. I came so hard watching you watch me," Natalie said, kissing her way up Lynn's clit. "Tell me, my slutty little librarian, have you ever stuck this thing inside a girl?" Natalie said, her eyes burning into Lynn's as she looked down to her crotch. "Have you ever had this thing inside a," she continued, pausing to slowly engulf the pulsing clit, sucking on it lightly, collapsing her cheeks around it. She slowly stroked her lips down to the base, her nose touching the shaved librarian's snatch. Just as slowly, she pulled back up, letting the organ pop loudly from her mouth. "Hot," she said and sucked the clit into her mouth again, slower this time while her lips moved to the base and then back off. "Wet," she said again, and repeated her actions. "Cunt," Natalie said with a degree of finality and started fucking Lynn's clit with her mouth.

"Noooo," Lynn almost screamed out, her body arching and her guts churning at the ministrations of her lovely little neighbor. She was so close to cumming again and her body wanted to explode. Electricity was shooting from her toes to her fingers, lighting her nipples on fire and making her sex burn. Her mind was rapidly fogging over with the tingling haze she craved for; with the feeling she hadn't had since she was going to college.

"Oh baby doll," Natalie said, pushing herself away from the librarian's snatch. "Let's go watch the party from up here," she continued and forced her self to her shaky legs. "And while we watch all the sluts and studs fuck each other stupid, I'm going to take your virginity," Natalie said, leaning forward and kissing Lynn on the lips to punctuate her sentence. Lynn felt her body cum, her brain turned to mush, and every fiber of her being felt alive in a way that it had never felt before, all in anticipation of what this sexy little co-ed was planning to do with her.

********

Alexis and Daniel Bakker smirked to each other as they heard the noises coming from their parents' bedroom door. Daniel had just gotten a call from Lance that a party was being thrown at the Devlin's and he and his sister needed to make an appearance. Then Lance shouted, "Come all over my cock, you little slut" just before the line went dead. He'd hung up and interrupted his twin sister Alexis from her rousing game of self-fucking and told her to get dressed they were going out. 

She was all for it, pulling her slippery fingers from her sex, licking them dry and then ordering him from her room so she could get dressed. Daniel had chuckled, thinking of the idiocy behind her statement. He'd seen her pussy so many times, why watching her get dressed was an issue for her he never knew. 

When she had come out she was dressed in a skin tight, red mini skirt, and matching leather vest. "You smell like a slut," Daniel told her when she walked past him. She merely stopped looked at him and cocked a brow. 

"I taste like one too," she told him, before slipping a couple of juice-laden fingers into his mouth and letting him suck off the nectar. He grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, pushing her against the hallway wall at the same time. 

"I've always kept my hands off of you Alexis, but you keep that up and I won't," Daniel growled against her ear and then pushed his tongue into it, while rubbing his pelvis against her skirt. He pulled away from her and pushed her toward their parents door. "We'll let mom and dad know we're heading out." 

That's what they had planned on doing, but now they were busy listening to their mother and the mailman; who happened to drop off a package he forgot to leave yesterday, the excuse he gave when Alexis opened the door that Sunday morning. 

"Ohh fuck yeah, fuck my ass," Kittie yelled. 

The sound of the bed squeaking and hitting the wall, made Daniel and Alexis squirm. "Yeah, you fucking slut you like it up your tight ass." 

Daniel glanced over at his sister. "I thought Dad had to work," he said.

"He's over at Christie's," she said with a raised brow and a knowing smile. 

"I see." He took her hand and pulled her down the steps. "Let's go sis, before I forget I'm your brother and fuck your tight little ass." Daniel didn't miss his twin's heated look or the whimper that left her pink lips. 

They continued holding hands until they reached his car. He watched her slip in and with the angle she'd done it at, he saw her sweet round ass, slide over the leather interior of his seats. "Holy fuck," he muttered and knew he'd be burying his cock in her pussy, ass and face before this Devlin party was over. 

By the time the Bakker twins got there a number of Cherry Hill residents were walking in and out of the house. Most coming out were draped over the arms of one or two others, tops were pulled off, shorts were gone and thongs openly displayed soaked pussies. When Daniel entered, he immediately lost sight of Alexis when she was pulled to a corner by Cynthia Allan. He nodded toward the beautiful woman and was disappointed that she offered him only a friendly wave. Her gaze, however was full of lust, but it was lust for Alexis. He wondered if this party was just the thing to get Cynthia to admit to everyone what everyone already knew. She wanted the ladies and a man's cock was only fucked for show. He knew as did everyone that she was lesbian, why didn't she just admit it and stop looking like a fool, when she goes down on a guy. 

Daniel spied the cooler with the beer and grabbed a couple of bottles. He waved to Reggie and Lance, both men moving about the room, taking photos of several erotic positions, that Daniel knew would make the cover of some porn flick video back in the big city. He was pulled into the rec. room and watched Brian, Cynthia's brother do his best to ignore the sexual perversions that were going on about the room. Brian was one of the few virgins in Cherry Hill and to see him at this party made Daniel wonder if perhaps he was getting ready to pop his load into some lucky gal's succulent pussy. 

"Hey Brian," Daniel said as he walked over to the wall and selected a pool stick. "How'd you get lucky enough to actually get a game on this table that didn't involve a cock and a hole?" 

Brian laughed. It was full of hidden frustration. He'd already gone to the bathroom and jerked off twice and he felt his cock straining to be unleashed again. He didn't want to fuck anyone yet, or did he? He'd been asking himself that question since he took the call and said he'd come. He knew what happened at the Cherry Hill parties. Maybe it was time, he kept telling himself, but he just hadn't found the right woman since he'd shown up, but there were several that were willing. 

"It wasn't easy. Twice now I've come back and had to wait while someone finished their 'game' of table pool. The first time was because Brad and that chick Joy, you know the one, she's living with those two newlyweds down the street," Brian paused and sipped his beer, "well, he was drilling her and I had to wait till she came, which to piss me off my brother teased her until she was ready to pop." 

Daniel laughed. "Well you should have joined in. She wouldn't have cared." 

Brian rolled his eyes. "Yeah, something about that bugs me." 

"Then what are you doing here?" Daniel asked. "I mean come on, I've seen you naked in the men's locker room at school. There ain't a bitch in her right mind that will turn that meat of yours down, and that was when it was limp "

Brian swallowed his beer and shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, whenever, there's no rush, is there?" 

"No, but man you'll be asking why you waited so long." Dan fired a shot off and landed a ball into a corner pocket. "So who was next?" he asked. 

"Oh, that was a sight. Lance will have that video out by morning or I'm not Brian Allan, the virgin of Cherry Hill," he chuckled and watched Daniel take another shot. "Now imagine. . .Sharon Wilcox, Jade Wanatabe, and the Gonzalez kids, all over this table fucking and eating out each other."

"I don't think I want to imagine. If I do I'll lose the twenty bucks I'm going to win off you," Daniel said. He missed his shot, but caught Brian's disbelief. 

"I don't recall you betting me anything," Brian said and took a shot, knocking his ball in followed by another. 

"No? Well how about it. Twenty bucks," Daniel offered. He pulled out his wallet and lay the money on the table. 

"Nah, I'm already kicking your ass." 

"I don't mind. But you know what. . .twenty bucks isn't enough. I mean that's chump change to us, so let's try something else. If I win your gonna get that cock of yours off tonight, by something other than your hand. If I lose. . ." Daniel shrugged. "Pick something." 

Brian chuckled. "Dan, the Man. . .my palm and I have a special relationship. But I'll take your wager. You ever had a cock up your ass? I mean a real one not a strap on." Brian figured he'd make the loss of the game so high that Daniel would turn the bet down. He was wrong. 

"Nope, but I'm game, I know a few guys that'll fuck me. But it won't happen tonight. You'll lose, you and I know it. Best 2 out of 3." 

They shook hands and agreed to start a fresh game. It didn't take long that word had spread. Men and women were crowding in as the two men played three games of pool. Women were salivating over the idea of finally being awarded with the massive cock every one had heard rumors about and several men were openly stroking their hard-ons, hoping to get Daniel's attention. When Brian laid down his pool stick and shook Daniel's hand there was a hush that filled the room. Daniel shook his head in wonder and watched as Brian walked over to the growing crowd, wondering who he was going to chose to do the deed. 

Every jaw dropped when Brian pushed his way past every woman that had willingly exposed her pussy for his viewing pleasure and found the one woman that was just as uncomfortable with the party as he was. Why had she come tonight? He wondered. He'd not even known she was at the party until someone whispered her name. 

"Star, we haven't officially met, but I'm Brian Allan and I lost a bet," he introduced himself and extended his hand. 

Star stared at the young man's hand and felt her stomach tighten. She'd gotten the call to come to the party and it had been made, by a nice quiet voiced woman. Where that woman was now, was a mystery to her. She was about to leave when she was railroaded into staying by some of her more outrageous friends. The bet, she hadn't even been watching it, she'd been looking for a way out of the room, that was full of sweaty bodies and heady perfumed sexes. Her's was slick and wet and in desperate need to be satisfied. She swallowed and placed her hand in Brian's. Was it time? Was this man, this young gentleman, going to help her forget? Even for one night?




Cherry Hill Ch. 08



"I guess you did, didn't you?" she asked. 

"Nah, I figure if you say yes, than I really didn't lose at all, did I?" Brian whispered as he pulled her into his arms. He waved goodbye to his friends and led Star Dixon from the room. "There has to be a place where I can do this privately." 

"Ohhh no, you don't " Daniel said pushing through the room. "I'll watch and make sure you fulfill your end of the deal." 

Brian was about to protest when a figure pushed through the crowd. He watched a man, wearing a black leather trench coat and a low brimmed hat, place his hand on Daniel's arm. "I'll make sure he fulfills the deal," the voice said. 

Star stiffened and tried to peer under the hat, but couldn't. "Sh. . ." her words were cut off. 

"Ma'am. If this is what your wanting then I suggest the three of us retire to another room," the deep throaty voice said. 

Daniel heard the tone of voice and felt that Star wasn't about to argue. "I don't know who you are, but if the lady trusts you and Brian doesn't mind, then I'll trust you." 

"I trust him," Star whispered and walked hand in hand with Brian as the man in black led them to a spare room. 

"I was saving this for myself, but I guess this is as close as I'll get," he muttered under his breath and opened the door for Brian and Star. 

When the door closed behind them, the stranger locked the door and took off his hat. Star fainted in Brian's arms and Brian's jaw dropped. "Holy fucking A'. . . aren't you supposed to be dead?" 

"Yeah, kinda," Shawn Walker said and took Star's limp form from Brian's arms. He laid her on the bed and pulled off her clothes. "Get in the bathroom and start jerkin' off." 

Brian rolled his eyes, but he didn't argue. He was about to "lose" his virginity to his palm again. 

***** 

Officer Crimson rolled his car down the road to the secluded suburb of Cherry Hill after receiving a public disturbance call. His Hispanic cock twitched at the thought of that blonde he nailed yesterday morning; she lived down on the 'Hill, and he memorized her address. 

"Heh, might have to stop by after I check this out," he muttered to himself. Cherry Hill was part of his normal jurisdiction, but there were so few trouble calls out there that he hadn't been there in months. However, after pulling over that Bakker girl, he might just have to stop more often. Luckily, the address was right around the corner; Devlon something or other. Crimson had had a few run-ins with the dad in the past, mostly speeding tickets and drunk driving charges. Bastard always bought himself out of it. Some days he just wanted to throttle the rich little English prick.

'His wife and daughter though,' Crimson thought. His dick jumped at the thought of their lithe bodies; if the mom was 5 years younger than she looked, she'd be her daughter's twin. Crimson's car seemed to drive itself as his mind wandered. 

"All right, have to calm down," he said to himself. He took a deep breath and thought of anything he could to get his cock to deflate. Just to be sure he took the long way around the block once he was finally to Cherry Hill. After he rounded the corner to Kumquat Lane from Cherry Street, a herd of elephants couldn't have stomped down the erection that sprung up in his polyester police issue pants.

The front yard of the Devlon house had a flock of just-out-of-school girls running through the sprinkler, most of them topless. The ones that weren't were wearing white tank tops that were a size too small, and they might as well have been topless. At the sight of the cop car they all bolted, running and giggling to the back yard. Crimson felt his tongue snake out between his lips and lick them slowly.

He flicked the cherries on and watched the lights bounce wildly off the houses down the street. He cleared his thoughts of bouncing, nubile tits and barely clad pussy. He swallowed hard and ventured out of his car, his right hand on his gun, his left thumb hitched into his belt. The path to the entry of the house was much shorter than he'd have thought. 

'Keep your head clear, it's just naked girls. Stay focused and go arrest that Bakker girl when this is all done and fuck her stupid. You've been on the force for 5 years and you can handle anything,' he said in his mind. "Anything at all..." he said softly to himself as he knocked on the door. It opened after the first wrap and he found out he couldn't have been more wrong.

"Hello, officer," Chrysta Kaiser said, her voice catching in her throat. She was not only naked, but she had both of the Williams sisters latched onto her pert tits, each one looking at the officer for a split second while lavishing Chrysta's pale pink nubs in mirrored unison. Their well manicured hands were slowly alternating with each other as they stroked the downy ruby fur of her pussy and spread her lips as they softly stroked her glistening cunt. Crimson's eyes glazed with lust instantly as this woman was molested by the younger Williams girls; this wasn't his first meeting with them either.

"Anything we can," Chrysta said, her voice cut off by multiple black fingers rubbing along her excited clit. Her whole body convulsed with the feeling and the Williams sisters were treated to her pussy bathing their exploring fingers. "help....you....with?" Chrysta murmured while her mind tried to flutter back.

"Call from...neighbors....party....complaint..." stammered Crimson. It felt like his cock was going to burst, and it was uncomfortably hard, wedged against his keys in his pocket.

"Does it look like anyone here is complaining?" Sabrina said seductively, pulling her fingers from the red snatch they were embedded knuckle deep in. Chrysta moaned slightly, but only for a second, her breath catching in her throat as the fingers of Abby slid up inside the insatiable redhead and slowly started writhing as her sister's fingers just were. Sabrina's fingers drug up to Chrysta's clit and then across her pelvic arch, making the tall redhead shiver. The fingers looking like dark chocolate against the paper-white color of Chrysta's flesh traced up to Sabrina's mouth, her tongue breaking contact with the pink nipple for just long enough to suck the shimmering cum from them.

Crimson could only shake his head. His mouth was dry and his eyes didn't even see the rest of the debauchery going on in the house.

"Why are you really here officer?" Abby asked and resumed nibbling on the turgid nipple before her. She squeaked as she felt a hand slip under her short red leather skirt and straight to her nearly-exposed pussy. A deep throaty moan rumbled from between her lips and straight into the sensitive pink crown of Chrysta's left tit, making her legs shake uncontrollably. Crimson wasn't thinking straight. Sabrina had just started fingering her sister as they both nibbled on this gorgeous redhead. He was vaguely aware that his mouth was open and he could feel his dick throbbing inside his navy blue uniform trousers.

"Call....disturbance," Crimson said. He was feeling faint, his head was swimming. He couldn't believe what was going on around him, and he couldn't tear his eyes off the site in front of him. His eyes were glued to Abby's crotch as she lifted her leg, her foot set down to rest on the coffee table beside her, her jet black framed pink core opening as her sister pushed three fingers inside her drooling cunt. Her own hand reached down to pull her micro-mini skirt up higher, giving him a better view. Crimson's eyes were transfixed as he followed her hand to the redhead's ass and then watched the slender black digits emerge under the pale, spread pussy and join the other two fingers stroking in and out of the pink channel. His eyes registered that her forearms were flexing and unflexing, her fingers coiling and bending like a nest of pythons in that fiery box. 

"Officer Crimson," came a sweet, almost musical voice from behind him, the sensation crashing into the goose-bumped flesh of his neck like a tsunami. He tried to turn, but found that someone was pressed against him. That someone had perky tits and a hot little crotch that was burning wet heat against his flexed ass. "Mmm baby," the voice said again, this time the voice's tongue snaked along the outside of his ear. "You feel," she said again, the heel of her hand pressing hard against his rampant cock. "Wonderful," the voice said in a husky sigh as its fingers wrapped around his heavy balls for an instant, then nailed fingers drug up his throbbing member. Little bolts of lightening shot through his body as the nails grated against the weave of his slacks, the sensations all but sending him over the edge. 

"Don't cum yet, officer," the voice said. "You didn't pump nearly enough cum in me last time," she said, nearly growling and nibbled on his ear, biting it playfully. In a flash her hands were undoing his belt and his fly. Her nimble fingers fished his thick Latino dick out faster than he'd have imagined and she stepped out from around him, her hand still on his impressive shaft.

"Ms. Bakker " he said in surprise. He thought he had recognized the voice, and if he wasn't watching the two black twins finger fuck their neighbor into oblivion, he would have known it at once.

"Ready to fuck me again? Your cock is sooooo hot. I bet you just can't wait to shove this thing deep inside my pussy and blow your wad in me again, can you," she said, teasing. She started building up speed on his rod and she felt it twitch and throb in her hand. Crimson only nodded as he looked around through fogged vision and saw that the whole room was watching this scene unfold. It occurred to him that half the girls in the room were getting fucked from behind as there were several couples watching the show.

"I have a better idea, officer," she said, raising her leg and slowly spinning on her other foot. Crimson's eyes were glued to the manicured blonde bush and the pink swampy slit contained within. His view was cut short, but her hand was still working his hard cock, now stroking it against her dripping gash as well. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.

"How about you fuck me.." she started throatily, bending over. Crimson's eyes were once again treated to the Williams sisters planting kisses on the tits of the leggy redhead. Crimson could feel his toes curl and his mind turn to mush as his cock entered the blonde's snatch for the second time in a week. It felt even better this time than it did the other day. His abs were clenching and his teeth were gritting as he tried to not blow his wad with just the head in her tight snatch. "...while I eat this furry red pussy in front of me," Alexis finished, pushing back against Crimson's impaling shaft. His eyes closed and he grabbed onto the door frame for support. He heard Chrysta moan in ecstatic pleasure and heard the blonde slurping noisily at her finger filled cunt. 

Alexis came first. Her pussy clenched down hard on Crimson's stiff prick, buried to the hilt in her tight box. Her own cum shot out along his dick, bathing his balls and her clit in her juices. Chrysta was next to explode, the sound of her cum literally shooting from her overworked snatch and splattering on the floor rang through the house an instant before Crimson's own powerful eruption. He heard his voice grunting loudly as his dick expanded and cum erupted from his swollen head, stretching Alexis to her limit before filling her pink chamber with his snow-white spunk. All three of them came hard and continuously, their panting screams filling the air as they slowly collapsed into a sweaty, cum drenched pile on the floor. They were all twitching, Alex's face still buried in Chrysta's snatch and Crimson still buried deep in Alex, his dick staying hard as steel inside her unrelenting, spasming pussy.

"Holy fuck " came a shout from the room. "Someone get the cop a beer Welcome to the party, Officer "

*****

Reginold parked his Lexus in the broken blacktop of the Cherry Hill Airfield. He glanced at his wife, her long legs spread open and her hand casually running across her thong. "Still horny, huh?" he asked, followed by a chuckle. Ellenor grinned, pulled her fingers from her moistened underclothes and licked some of the juice, that had seeped through, from her fingers. Reginold laughed louder before getting out of the car and then helping his wife. His hand rested possessively on her tight ass and she leaned into his firm touch. "I'm so fucking hard," he muttered as he propelled her with a slightest hint of pressure toward their private jet, knowing it was already fueled and ready for them to take off once Reginold gave the command. 

"You are hard," Ellenor said as she a palm over her husband's bulge. "I'll take care of that for you once we get up in the air." She winked, then took the steps up to the jet's body and eventually settled into her seat. 

Reginold followed, and once he was told their luggage was on board, he gave the okay for take off. "So are we going to fuck our kids when we get home?" he asked his wife, snickering softly from her gasp. 

Ellenor pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth and felt the warm heat of her spouse's eyes on her. "I think we are," she whispered, licking her lips where her teeth had worried it. "Was that come on Sabrina's chin?" she asked as she unbuckled her seat and slipped to the jet floor. 

"Yeah, it was. Is Reggie as big as your husband?" he asked as he watched her open his slacks and pull his raging cock from his pants and boxers. 

"I think he's bigger," she winked, and then covered his dick with her moist lips and polished the head with her tongue. 

Reginold groaned from her ministrations, leaned back in his seat and watched his wife take his member on a roller coaster ride full of sucks, nips, pulls, and scrapes. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

"Oh fuck, Reggie," Sabrina shouted. She looked back and saw her brother's cock slamming in and out of her tight ass. She ground her pelvis into Lance's groin, swallowing another inch of his cock into her come-filled pussy. 

Reggie watched his dick fill his sister. His balls slapped against her ass and then he felt the Lance's dick push against his as he fucked Sabrina's cunt. The sounds of debauchery were everywhere. His glassy eyes focused for a brief moment on his sister's contorted features and then on her hair, which he soon wrapped his fingers in and pulled tight, forcing her back to arch slightly. "Eat that pussy, you slut," he demanded and then released her hair. 

He heard her growl and then saw Jezebel Anderson's long black fingers take his place in Sabrina's hair. "That's right white girl, suck this pussy." She forced Sabrina's head back into her sloppy cunt and ground her hips across the delicate white skin. 

Lance had a great view of the contrasting skin as he held Sabrina on top of him. The black girl's juices flowed thick into his mouth as she stood behind his head. It was tinged with come from someone else who had used the hot black chick, as well as Sabrina's saliva, but he didn't care. He was simply enjoying the ride and the show. 

His cock pushed deeper into Sabrina and his eyes remained fixated on the pink lips, black curls, moist tongue, white teeth and hard clit that was being assaulted. "So many beautiful colors," he thought as he imagined replaying the scene in his apartment with lights and cameras capturing every possible angle. 

"Concentrate, damn you," Sabrina hissed and then went back to driving her tongue in and out of Jezebel's dark hole. Her nose nuzzled her clit and her chin rubbed against the base of her slit. Her face was blanketed by the dark pink folds of the girl's cunt, but she didn't care she simply wanted more. One hand remained on the dining room table, the other reached up to slide into Jezebel's cunt and then move back to the woman's tight hole. "You like that you black bitch?" she asked, not expecting or caring if she got an answer. She shoved the long digit into the puckered hole and then went back to her meal. 

Jezebel was on fire. Sabrina toyed with her ass, rammed her finger in, retreated and then repeated the process over and over again. She felt the white girl's teeth on her clit and knew she'd be coming soon. Suddenly she felt another tongue slash at her cunt and she knew Lance had gotten fed up waiting for nectar to drip into his mouth. He wanted to tap the source himself. She continued to grip Sabrina's hair, pushing her face as deep as she could, hoping to shower the slut in black girl honey. 

Reggie felt Sabrina's ass tighten and he knew she was trying to make him come first. It was a game they often played, and he often loss. His hand came up and slapped her ass, she bucked and growled, but lifted herself as best she could wanting another swift sting from his palm. Reggie answered her plea and the sound of her spanking filled the room. First the right cheek was brought to a colorful hue, then the left. Eventually she was bucking faster and cursing. 

Lance only added to the frustrated feelings building up in Reggie. He closed his eyes, arched his back and released his semen into his sister's anal cavity. The come washed over his cock as it tried to spill from her hole, he pushed deeper, the added juice adding him to plunge further up her ass. She muttered, "I win." He slapped her thigh and she giggled, but went back to work.

Lance felt come drip onto his balls and the hot fluid soothed his aching sack. He felt his own needs surface and did nothing to hold them back as he shot his load into Sabrina's dripping cunt. His milk mixed with those of various partners and he knew before the night was over she'd leave with buckets of come flowing from both of her intimate holes. Seconds later he opened his mouth and drank the heady liquid that poured from Jezebel's box. 

Sucking, flicking, pulling, he fought for the right to share in the heated cream as Sabrina and his tongue battled over the black pussy. Sabrina's eye lids clenched tight as she finally gave in and claimed victory over the group. Her come flooded both Lance's cock and his balls. She knew it sprayed up and splashed her brother's testicles and his thighs, but she knew it would only be more seed for some other lady to clean up. No one would complain, least of all Reggie. 

She shuddered violently and collapsed on Lance's chest. Her eyes fluttered open and she licked her lips. Her brother pulled free of her tight hole and come dripped from the gaped opening. She felt a pair of hands on her ass and she looked back. "Hey," she whispered and then turned to see Jezebel walk to the woman who was petting her red cheeks. 

"Hey yourself," Delilah, Jezebel's sister said. "You like my sister's come?" she asked and then ran her finger between Sabrina's tight cheeks. "I like your ass. Come with me white girl, we're far from done with you." 

Sabrina chuckled, but slipped off Lance's limp rod. "I'll see you boys later." 

Lance watched, knowing in a few days he'd have the all the Anderson women in his movies. He looked to Reggie and laughed. "You look as beat as I feel." 

Reggie shook his head. "I can't think of a better way to die," he muttered and sat down on one of the few chairs that weren't being used as some sort of bondage theme. 

"No shit," Lance muttered, then scooted off the table. "Come with me. I need to check the cameras and I swear I saw a cop come in here, not to mention someone was whispering that Star Dixon and Brian Allen were going to finally pop each other's cherries. I have to make sure I have that on tape." 

Reggie took a deep breath and stood up. "You think that's news. I heard someone mutter Shawn Walker's name." 

Lance blanched. He'd thought he'd seen Shawn earlier, now he was sure the dead cop wasn't quite dead. "You don't say. Thought that guy was dead." 

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. But if he's here, there's no way Star Dixon is getting fucked tonight."