"Between mother and son" - читать интересную книгу автора (Crane David)

CHAPTER THREE

Jeff Macarthur had indeed been spying through the loose plank in the back of his closet when his sexy mother was getting screwed that morning. The teenager, desperate with puberty, had been playing the peeper on his parents for several weeks now. He hadn't actually had a very good view today. His mom and dad had fucked in the missionary position and all Jeff could really see was his father's ass corkscrewing and his big balls swinging in and out.

It had been inspirational, nevertheless. The teenager had jerked himself off twice while he watched, providing a good portion of the jizz that his mother was later to lap up and finger fuck herself with. Then he had beaten off a third time, on his bed. But it hadn't diminished his ardor. Like any well trained athlete, Jeff had plenty of stamina and he kept himself fucking fit by exercising his cock with regularity and frequency.

He calculated that he had shot out at least a quart of cum since he had made the spy hole. That wasn't even counting all the foaming fuck juice he had milked from his prick at other times, such as during his frenzied and incestuous fantasies about his nubile younger sister.

He had also spent plenty of spunk in the dirty clothing hamper, creaming in his mother's and his sister's used panties indiscriminately, equally aroused by both.

This morning, gaping at his mom's big tits stuffed so tantalizingly into the bodice of her sexy nightie and recalling how she looked naked and stuffed full of his father's prick, the boy had gotten horny all over again, with the result that he had spent a most comfortable day in school, with a rock-hard cock throbbing in his pants.

As soon as the last bell sounded, Jeff rushed from the school, holding his books awkwardly in front of his groin to conceal his condition.

His pretty blonde sister, Melissa, was chatting with some older guys on the lawn in front of the school as Jeff came down the walk. Normally he would have waited for her to walk home with him. But today he hurried straight past, pretending not to notice me nubile girl.

He reckoned that if she were to walk beside him she would be sure to see his swollen fly and figured that would have been embarrassing for both of them.

In fact, it would have been a lot more fascinating than embarrassing, for Melissa was intrigued by the mysteries in a guy's pants.

But Jeff didn't know that yet.

Passing her without pausing, he headed for home. He didn't expect to have anything to see through his spy hole, since his father wouldn't be home from work yet. All of his peeping so far had taken place either just after his parents went to bed, or first thing in the morning.

Jeff was only thinking of getting to the privacy of his bedroom and beating his meat to cream.

How could he know that today would be different?

Melissa had seen Jeff hurry past, but she hadn't called to him because walking home with her brother was the last thing she wanted to do today. The little minx wanted to stay and flirt with the older guys.

She was an adorable bit of fluff, with bouncy tits and a high, hard, perfectly rounded ass and long, shapely legs that seemed to have been expressly designed to be wrapped around a man's heaving haunches as he pumped his prick up into her cunthole.

She had her mother's jade green eyes and wide, sensual mouth a cock sucker's mouth, it had been called and her silken hair was a few shades lighter than her mom's, dark honey instead of flaming red.

She was an outrageous flirt. She posed and postured and batted her long eyelashes. She stood with one hip shot out and held her slender back slightly swayed, so that her plump tits thrust out in front and her trim as jutted out behind.

Melissa was a virgin. But then, she was very young. She was perfectly ready to lose her cherry, but she had the sense to know that she shouldn't just give it away to the first guy who asked. A girl's very first fuck should be sort of special, she figured. She was only waiting for the right time and the right place and the right guy.

And she would have been amazed if she could have known who that guy was going to be, and how special the occasion, in a strange sort of way.

Soon, though, most of the guys wandered off. Melissa, although she didn't know it and didn't mean to be one, had a reputation as a cockteaser. Since she had never put out, it was a normal enough assumption for the horny young men with whom she flirted.

So now, not expecting to get anything from her, they moved off one by one, looking for more lascivious young ladies. But one guy stayed behind.

Mike Jarman was tall and good looking, with crisp dark hair and an easy smile and a varsity letter on his sweater. Lots of girls fancied him, and he played the field. Melissa didn't think that Mike, being a Romeo, was the right guy to take her cherry, but she was interested in him and taking no pains to hide the fact. He was cycling her appraisingly, almost leering.

"Wanna go in the bushes?" he asked.

There was a wooded area just behind the school, frequently used as a pastoral lover's lane. It was secluded enough for making out, yet close enough to city streets that a girl didn't have to worry about being taken by force.

She gave him a bewitching smile, hesitating, teasing him by the delay. She stuck her lower lip out and blew a strand of blonde hair from her eyes.

"Well? You game?" he asked.

She gave a little shrug, as if it were a matter of total indifference to her. But when Mike frowned slightly and started to turn away, she stopped him.

"Yeah – okay," she agreed.

He grinned widely and, taking her by the hand, led her off across the school yard and then into the wooded area. They strolled along a dirt path between the trees for a ways, and then he stepped off into the bushes, pulling her behind him. She followed willingly.

There was a small clearing not far off the path, a shaded spot with the boughs drooping above and the sunlight coming through in a dappled pattern on the ground. Melissa thought it was a romantic spot.

Mike slipped his varsity sweater off and placed it on the ground for her to sit on. She figured that was a real polite and gallant gesture. She settled down, curling her sleek legs gracefully under her. Mike sat down beside her. The ground was carpeted by pine needles and the air was sweetly scented by the fragrance of pine. There was also another sweet aroma.

Melissa's cunt was starting to simmer. Mike put his arm around her and she leaned against him. He tilted her chin up and kissed her on the lips, brushing his mouth lightly on hers for a moment, then kissing her with rising passion.

His lips ground on hers and his tongue slid out and probed into her mouth. Melissa had been French kissed before and she liked it. She began to suck his tongue with enthusiasm, making him breathe heavily.

Glancing down, she saw that the front of his trousers had begun to balloon.

She would have been insulted if it hadn't.

They swapped tongues and saliva, panting into each other's open mouth. His hand crept onto the outline of her tit and she shuddered. She hadn't decided how far she would let him go, but a feel of tit was okay. It felt real good to have him fondle her tits.

He began to unbutton her blouse.

Melissa grabbed his wrist, stopping him. But that was only for show. She didn't want him to think that she was a whore or anything. She held his wrist for a moment, then released it, with a sigh, and allowed him to continue to open her blouse.

The garment fell away and she arched her slim back. She wasn't wearing a bra and her naked tits thrust up, perkily peaked and pert and tantalizing.

He began to stroke and pet her mounds and to tug gently on the pink tips.

"You got great tits!" he croaked, his lips moving on hers, speaking right into her open mouth.

He punctuated his words by feeding her a tongue sandwich. Melissa sucked on his lapper, moaning with pleasure as her nipples swelled and tingled.

Mike placed a hand on her inner thigh.

Again she grabbed his wrist, restraining him for a moment, and again she released him. He rubbed up her thigh very slowly. Her knees parted slightly. Mike cupped his hand over her panty-clad cunt and she shuddered.

The crotch of her tiny bikini panties was soaking wet and so hot he wondered that they hadn't melted. He rubbed her clit through the sodden silk and Melissa began to pant like a steam engine.

She expected that he would slide his hand inside her panties and play with her naked pussy next. That was fine with Melissa. The girl wasn't awfully experienced, but the few times that a boy had finger fucked her she had really adored it and creamed off wondrously.

But Mike had other ideas. His mouth slid down from her lips and he began to suck on a mouthful of fat tit. With one hand massaging her cunt, his other hand fumbled with his belt and zipper. His pants opened and his big cock loomed out.

Melissa gave a little gasp, starting to panic. Things were moving a bit too fast for her. If Mike had progressed with a little more patience, he would certainly have been a lot more successful. Melissa probably wouldn't have let him fuck her, but she would certainly jack him off in return for a finger fucking and maybe, if he had gotten her hot and horny enough, she might have given him a blowjob.

She had never sucked a prick. But she had thought about it a lot and the idea was really exciting and, too, she figured that taking it in the mouth would be a proper stage on the progression to the ultimate loss of her cherry.

But Mike wasn't a patient sort being a callow youth he didn't realize the undoubted value of proper preparation and foreplay in aiding a seduction.

He knew girls who put out and girls who didn't and it was all black and white to him. Either she was ready to spread her legs or she wasn't, sweet and simple.

Nor did he give a thought to a girl's needs. Mike cared only about getting his end away and never even cared if the girl creamed or not.

Now his selfishness confounded him, hoisting him by his own petard, or on his own horny hook, as it were.

He pushed Melissa down on the ground and moved over her, forcing, her legs apart and kneeling between. She stared at him, aghast. He hadn't even taken her panties off yet, in his frenzy to get stuck up her cunt.

He rasped his cock by the hilt and aimed the swollen knob at her groin. That purple slab was flaring and dripping with frothy pre-cum.

He started to drag the leg hole of her panties aside to give access to his prick.

"No, Mike! Stop it!" she cried. He glared at her. "You can't fuck me let me up!" she wailed. "I mean it – I'll scream!"

"Bitch!" he snarled, in a fury, so enraged that he was foaming at the mouth as well as at his meaty knob. "I figured you were a cockteaser!" Melissa was both insulted and frightened. She didn't know what to do. She thought about offering to jerk him off or to let him fuck her in the mouth, but she was too shy to just come right out with such an offer, right out of the blue. If he'd pulled her hand onto his cock, or moved up and offered it to her mouth, he would have had all the fun he wanted.

But she had denied him her cunt and Mike was too worked up to even consider the possibility of another option. His balls were threatening to explode and his cock was vibrating savagely and all that the uncouth youth could think of was getting his load off. "Dirty cockteaser!" he rasped.

Her unwarranted reputation had preceded her and deceived him. Melissa wanted to protest that she was no such thing, but the words wouldn't come. She was distraught and a little scared and plenty nervous. Her silent, beseeching look only served to further annoy the desperate, thoughtless youth and compound the misunderstanding.

He shook his cock over her like a club. Then, to Melissa's dismay, Mike began to beat his own cock with savage vigor.