Little Tina’s Playtime Lovers by Harry Baxter
Chapter 1
There was no avoiding Tina Rogers once she walked into a room. She
stood six foot three inches, and had long, jet black hair that fell
straight past her waist, brushing the tops of her buttocks. Her long
straight hair made her look even taller than she was, and to this she
added boots or platform shoes with a three or four inch heel. Yes, she
stood out in a crowd, but not only because of her height. Her tell
frame was covered with the juiciest arrangement of flesh any man could
hope for. Her breasts we large and firm and didn’t need a bra to hold
them up, her waist was slim and her hips full-fleshed and very, very
suggestive.
Today she wore a halter-top that let the bottom of her breasts swing
free, and exposed her middle to the bright sunshine. She also wore a
pair of faded dungaree shorts that started about four inches below her
cute navel. They ended just an inch or two below her crotch–the crotch
that had driven men to do dangerous and foolish things. Her legs were
golden tan from the sun. She was sitting in a swing made from some rope
and an old, worn-out tire. She swung back and forth from the branch of
an ancient, gnarled oak, swinging her legs so that her bare toes
brushed the top of the neatly manicured grass.
“Hey Peter,” she called gaily. “Peter, come here and swing me. I
haven’t done this since I was seven.”
Peter, tall and bronzed, rose from his lawn chair and walked around
behind her.
“I’d rather swing with you than swing you,” he said, placing his hands
on her full, rounded ass and pushing forward, sending her soaring up
towards the outstretched, leafy branches of the giant oak.
Tina swung back to Peter, and again he pushed her forward and upward,
making sure to get a generous handful of her ass. They were alone today
at Peter Jamison’s Long Island estate which he had inherited from his
parents. He usually spent all summer here and always invited friends to
stay for a couple of days or weeks, whatever. The estate rolled over 60
acres and had it’s own dock for sail and powerboats.
Tina swung back and forth, feeling the wind against her face lifting
her long hair, sending if flying in all directions. The wind also
lifted the edges of Tina’s halter and Peter could see a flash of
breast, a hint of cherry-red nipple as the wind toyed with the edges of
Tina’s lacy frock. Back and forth, higher and higher Tina swung with
Peter pushing her. At the top of each swing she kicked her long legs up
high, almost touching the leaves of the tree with her big toe, making
no attempt to keep her frock from billowing out and baring her breasts
to the winds and the skies.
With each trip of the swing Peter got more and more turned on. He was
grabbing a handful of her ass each time she passed him and he wanted
more. On her next swing by him Peter reached out and quickly undid one
of the snaps at the back of Tina’s halter. She squealed as he did it,
but again she kicked up her legs as she approached the branches of the
giant oak, letting her now partly loose halter swing free. Peter waited
patiently for Tina to make the return swing, and this time he managed
to free another of the three snaps. Tina squealed again, laughing as
she made the upswing and kicking her legs up again.
This time the halter new up in Tina’s face, entirely baring her
breasts. Peter Watched with his mouth open as Tina’s breasts rolled
back and forth, their rich, red nipples becoming sharp and pointed.
Tina pushed the halter back down but it didn’t do any good because as
she swung by Peter he undid the last of the snaps and the halter fell
away, floating in the air current created by Tina’s swinging and
falling to the ground.
Slowly Tina slowed her swinging down. Her breasts rolling back and
forth as she swung through the warm summer air felt good. She looked
around for Peter but couldn’t see him. Still on the swing she undid the
snaps of her dungaree shorts and squirmed out of them tossing them in
the air and letting them float off. The smooth rubber tire felt good
against her bare ass as she continued swinging and looking for Peter.
She swung back and forth, her head thrown back looking up at the leaves
above, letting her hair fly wildly in the breeze when she suddenly felt
Peter’s hands grab her and pull her from her comfortable seat. She fell
to the ground and wrestled with him, trying to break free from his
grip. She felt him flip her over, and for the first time she looked at
him and saw that he had shed his clothes.
“So you went and hid behind the tree.” she laughed, breaking from his
grip and running across the lawn.
Wordlessly, he pursued her and again caught her and pulled her to the
ground. They rolled over and over in the soft grass, he entangled in
her long, smooth, muscular legs. She wrapped her legs around him firmly
and locked them together, trapping him. Peter struggled vainly, but he
couldn’t break loose. He continued squirming and managed to turn
himself around so that he was facing her. Now his mouth was right at
the patch of black hair behind which her sweet slit was hidden.
He lashed out with his tongue, poking through the hair and running his
wet, pink, tongue up and down her cunt-lips. He felt a shudder run
through her body and he felt the grip of her legs around his waist
loosen, but this time he didn’t try to break free. He continued lapping
his tongue up and down in long leisurely strokes. From bottom to top
and from top to bottom, very slowly, keeping an even tempo.
Tina lay back, completely relaxed now, supporting herself on her
elbows. Her head rocked from left to right as she fell deeper and
deeper under the spell of Peter’s slow, rhythmic lapping at her cunt.
Her long hair swept back and forth, brushing through the grass. Her
legs had locked themselves first but were now spread wide open to
receive Peter’s tantalizing, teasing tongue. Her buttocks alternately
squeezed tight and then relaxed, pulsating to the rhythm of Peter’s
licking.
Tina felt the pressure beginning to build, and now she slid forward,
trying to get Peter’s tongue into her twat deeper, but Peter pulled
back, keeping his tongue only at the doorway to her pleasure hole. Now
Tina started moving up and down in the direction opposite to the one
Peter was working in. Her body shuddered as she got more and more
excited. She brought her thin, long-fingered hands to her breasts and
squeezed them slightly. They were full and ripe and her cool fingers
felt good against her hot breasts. Her nipples were hard, and their
points were tender to the touch. Slowly she dragged her hands across
her breasts, one finger at a time, lingering a little each time one of
her fingernails reached her aching nipples.
Her breath became more and more shallow as Peter speeded up the
movements of his tongue. She groaned softly as she felt herself
relinquish control of her body and felt the orgasm welling up and
taking over her consciousness.
“Now, Peter, now,” she whispered, summoning up all her strength to
utter those three words.
Her prayers were answered as Peter suddenly shot his tongue out and
poked it deep into her honey pot, licking the sweet, fragrant juices
that surged through her roaring cunt. Peter felt her body buck and toss
as she came again and again while he made circular motions inside of
her, wrapping his tongue around her clit, and pulling on it; poking his
tongue deep into her slit and running it up and down the back wall. She
pressed her crotch against his face, trying to swallow his entire head
with her orifice.
“Take me, Peter, take me,” she cooed as she felt the first waves of
orgasm fading away. She fell flat on her back and spread her legs.
Peter advanced further up her body on all fours. His dick was firm and
ready to do its worst on Tina’s body. He crawled forward slowly, his
pink prick pointing forward. Their faces were even now, and he leaned
down to kiss Tina. She took his mouth and poked her tongue into it,
still tasting the remnants of her juices. She loved the taste and she
ran her tongue around his clockwise and counter clockwise, licking the
last few drops of her pussy juice that Peter hadn’t swallowed.
She felt his hands on her breasts, grabbing them firmly and squeezing
them, bringing her relaxed nipples back to erection. Her legs were
spread apart as far as she could stretch them, so far that her cunt-
lips had poked through the dense swatch guarding them. The edges of her
pussy-lips were pink and glistening with the juices of her first
orgasm. She could feel the tip of his prick dangling low enough to
barely kiss her cunt-lips, she wrapped her arms around him and tried to
pull himself up, to swallow his delicious tool.
She squirmed under him, rubbing her breasts against his hairy chest and
feeling his prick swing back and forth just touching and tantalizing
her anxious cunt. Slowly he lowered himself onto her, letting his cock
sink into her twat a little at a time, rationing out the pleasure, so
that she didn’t come too soon. First the head of his prick sank into
her cunt–she sighed–then a little bit of the shaft–she groaned–then
he let a little more sink in–she whimpered, and finally he shoved it
all the way in, battering the back wall of her twat.
“Aaarrgh,” she cried, bucking and convulsing under him.
And now he started in earnest, pushing and pulling, tugging and
shoving, in and out, over and over again, with smooth even strokes. He
felt the waves of pleasure wash over his body. Tina was, moving with
him, grinding their hips together, feeling his chest slam against her
breasts. Again and again, he didn’t let up. Tina’s mouth fell wide
open, but she was paralyzed and couldn’t scream the scream of pleasure
that she so wanted to let out.
Suddenly she felt a drop of his sweet juices flow from his prick. Peter
was about to come, and the drop sent her reeling into the netherworld
where she was feeling so much that she could feel nothing. But Peter
slowed down, he wasn’t ready to come yet, but Tina couldn’t last any
longer, her body circuits overloaded she tried to scream but only a
gurgle emerged from her throat, and her body became stiff as a board as
she lost control of herself and lay panting below Peter as he continued
plunging his cock in and out of her, not giving her a moment’s rest and
getting her body churning again.
For a moment Tina’s body relaxed. Her toes unclenched and she eased her
grip on Peter’s back. The hot, pink flush that had spread across her
chest retreated slightly, but only for a moment as she felt the passion
stirring in her again under Peter’s continued assault. Her breathing
became shallow again and her body ached for more as Peter continued his
plunging. She cried softly as she felt him continue, she craved the
juices that were stored up in his body and were just waiting for the
chance to spill freely into her waiting crevice. She hungered to feel
the source of life which was within Peter’s body rush furiously into
hers, she needed more than the drop or two that he had carelessly
allowed to escape into her a few moments ago, she wanted pints, quarts
gallons, oceans, of Peter to pour into her and take over her body.
“Owwaarrgh,” Peter groaned as his body went stiff. He could hardly
move, he had lost control of the finely toned machine that was his body
and now all the tensions that had built up would rush madly out of his
body and fill Tina’s to overflowing. Tina knew what was going to happen
now and she laughed as she shifted her legs, but before she could move
them more than an inch Peter’s body arched and she felt his semen roar
into her gully like a flash flood, drowning her clitoris, rushing into
her womb and filling it and overflowing to mingle through the thick
patch of hair that became sticky now as Peter’s juices coated them.
Slowly, very slowly, Peter started recovering from his orgasm. He
rolled off Tina and lay beside her, smiling at her as he watched her
reached into her cunt and scoop up the semen which was beginning to
drip out. She licked her fingers, which she had poked into her pussy
and offered them to Peter who tasted his own semen, too. It was sweet
and sticky, and there was plenty of it.
“You should bottle it and sell it,” Tina whispered to him as they lay
in the shade of the tree.
“I’ve had offers,” Peter smiled, watching as Tina now put both her
hands to her twat to catch the juices that were dripping out. Both her
hands were coated and she put them to her breasts, smearing them with
her sticky hands in large circular motion. Her breasts glistened as she
spread the liquid over them, and then poked into her crack for another
handful of the gooey goodies which Peter had squirted into her. Slowly
and methodically she continued painting her body until she was covered
from head to toe, smiling at Peter as he rested and watched her.
She threw her head, brushing all of her hair behind her and then lay
down on Peter, her glistening sticky body, clinging to his, as they
dozed off in the shade of the giant oak.
As Peter dozed he saw images of the days gone by flash through his
mind, the day, in particular, that he’d first met Tina Rogers.
He’d heard a lot about her, but had never met her. He, Peter Jamison,
spent a lot of time on the party circuit, and had attended more than
just a few orgies. All of his money had been inherited, so he didn’t
have to do much by the way of work–just keep an eye on the lawyers and
accountants. And at every orgy he’d heard the same thing over and over
again, “you haven’t been to an orgy until you’ve been to one with Tina
Rogers.”
He’d gotten intrigued by this build-up and started looking forward to
the day he finally ran into her. A couple of months ago he’d been
invited to an orgy and his hosts, Julie and Fred Miner, had told him
that Tina Rogers would be there. And that was all the invitation he
needed.
“Do you know anything about her?” Peter asked Julie.
“Not really. I know she’s been to college and that she worked as a
nurse for a while, and then as a dancer, but nobody knows much about
her, really. But what does it matter. You’ll have a bang-up time if you
can nail her,” Julie laughed. “But remember,” she warned, “I want you
first.”
“Sure,” Peter replied, glad to take care of Julie if he could only have
a shot at the mysterious Tina Rogers.
The Miners really knew how to throw an orgy. They had their own four
story townhouse in the East 70’s and there were plenty of soft alcoves
and hidden corners where guests could adjourn to once they found
someone of their liking. Of course, the kitchen was well stocked with
food and booze and there was always grass, hash and coke to be had.
Unlike many other hosts, the Miners never rushed anyone to leave,
guests could stay overnight or for a few days if they wanted to, there
was plenty of room and plenty of loving.
The Miners usually invited a dozen or so people–four or five men and
seven or eight women, so there was always enough to go around. When
Jamison showed up at the door, Julie answered it, and practically
dragged him in before he could even smile a hello, and before he could
even shed his jacket she was in his arms, whispering, “Kiss me, you
fool.”
Peter gave her a hug and kiss. It was obvious that Julie had been
drinking and smoking for a while before he’d arrived. He surveyed the
room and saw that he didn’t know any of the people there except for
Fred, who waved to him and then turned his attention to the two women
he was with, both short, but one was plump with a well rounded figure,
and the other thin, with full, prominent breasts. In a corner there was
a willowy blonde wearing a see-through blouse with nothing under it and
a pair of hot-pants that revealed a curl or two of her thatch poking
around the edges of her outfit.
The blonde had a drink in her hand, and had her other hand firmly
planted at the point where the legs of her hotpants came together. She
looked warm and content and Peter smiled at her, as he felt Julie’s
hand grab his and pull him off into a corner.
“Your wonder girl, Tina Rogers isn’t here yet, sweetheart, so let’s go
upstairs. I’ve got a surprise for you,” Julie whispered.
She led the way and Peter followed, to the room adjoining the master
bedroom.
“This is our surprise only Fred and I know about,” she said as she
pulled a drape to reveal a one way mirror that provided a full view of
the master bedroom.
Peter looked down at Julie. She and Fred were both in their 40’s, but
Julie could do more to him than a 24-year old. She was five foot four
inches and had a perfect figure, with breasts that still had the
firmness of a teenager’s, a tiny waist and full, lush hips that housed
the prettiest pussy in town.
Before she’d met Fred, Julie had been the highest priced call girl in
town, and anyone who’d had her said she gave the best blow job in the
world. Julie was retired now and it was only Fred and a few close
friends who got to enjoy her skills now.
Julie stood in front of Peter watching Fred and his two friends getting
ready to swing into action. Peter looked at Julie and felt his dock
rising. Tonight she wore only a sheer tank-top and a handkerchief sized
micro-skirt that revealed the bottoms of her well rounded buttocks.
They both watched as Fred stripped and flexed his muscles, while the
two women slipped out of their clothing, very seductively wiggling and
squirming across the room.
They could see Fred getting turned on, as the two girls did a little
dance across the room, letting their breasts swing free. They pushed
Fred down on the bed and climbed on top of him, the plump playmate
squatting over Fred’s face and teasing his mouth with her pussy,
snatching it away and pushing his head down, each time he tried to
stretch up for a bite.
The slim dish meanwhile was busying herself with Fred’s tantalizing
tool, running her tongue up and down and poking the tip of her tongue
into the little hole atop Fred’s weapon.
Suddenly the curtains snapped shut. For a moment Peter was startled.
The room was dark and he could hardly see anything. He had been very
engrossed in the scene being played out on the other side of the mirror
and had made a mental note that he’d have to have a shot at the slim
creature who was eating Fred.
“Enough looking, lover boy. Let’s have some action,” Julie breathed is
she stepped out of her tiny skirt. She had already pulled off her tank-
top and now stood stark naked before Peter. She rotated her hips
slightly, beckoning to him with the thick patch of red hair that looked
like it wag almost stuffed into her cunt.
Peter took the hint and undressed while Julie went to the bed and
arranged herself, turning first this way and then that, letting her
ivory skin rub against the velvet sheets. She pulled Peter down to her
and gave him a long kiss, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and
letting it curl around his tongue. His cock hardened, and he tried to
push Julie down on the bed, but she fought him, staying on top of him
and kissing his entire body, working her way down from his mouth to his
chest.
“I’m gonna suck you dry, you big mother-fucker,” she breathed as she
took his weapon into her mouth and started tonguing its shaft. Suddenly
Peter felt very hot, he felt his cock twitch and he felt that he was
losing control. Peter gritted his teeth together and tried to control
himself, but he couldn’t. Julie was still the best blow job in town and
now she was extracting his semen from his against his will.
“I’m thirsty, you mother-fucker. Don’t fight me, I can make you come
any time I want,” she breathed while still holding his cock in her
mouth.
She switched tactics. She stopped sucking and now started biting gently
all along his hot shaft, and then abruptly she sucked again, and this
time, Peter couldn’t hold back. Suddenly he felt Julie open her mouth
even wider than it had been and swallow his entire shaft, just as it
started spurting its sweet semen down the gorge of her throat. She
gurgled happily as she felt his juice sloshing in her mouth and
spilling down her gullet. God, he tasted good.
She let the lower part of his shaft slip from her mouth and clamped her
fingers around it, shutting off the flow. Under her, Peter lay half-
dead wondering what Julie held in store for him. He found out very
quickly.
Still keeping her fingers clamped around his dick, Julie scampered
around and put the head of his cock against the small opening of her
ass. Peter felt the head of his prick penetrate the opening slightly,
and then Julie released his cock, letting it spurt the rest of its load
into her eager ass, letting it lubricate the tiny hole so that his
massive weapon would slide smoothly into her tight little asshole. She
sat on him and rode him up and down, up and down, as she’d seen movie
cowboys do, only instead of a horse, she had a stud, a super stud under
her, and his big dick was firm and strong and it penetrated her ass so
deep that she could almost feel his cock poking into her stomach.
The faster she rode him, the more she could feel the pressure building
inside of her until she could stand it no more. Suddenly, without
warning, she went catatonic–all of the energy in her body slipped away
and she surrendered to her orgasm, shaking and shuddering, her mouth
wide open but unable to release a sound.
Lying under her, Peter could almost feet her tight little sphincter
twisting his cock off as it clenched and unclenched spasmodically,
forcing him to come again, and squirt his come deep into Julie’s ass.
She slipped off of him as his cock shrank back to normal, and lay
beside him, his arm around her panting.
“I can still give a hell of a ride, can’t I lover boy?” she asked
between gasps.
“If you were still making me pay for it, you could still charge the
highest rate, hot-pants,” Peter complimented her as he, too, took a few
moments to regain his breath.
As they lay there, the door opened and Peter caught a glimpse of the
thin bombshell who had been eating Fred earlier. Following closely
behind her was a tall, beautiful woman and it didn’t take Peter a
minute to figure out that this was the Tina Rogers he had been waiting
for.
“Oh, I didn’t realize someone was in here,” the shorter woman
exclaimed.
“That’s all right, honey,” Julie spoke up. “I was just leaving. Tina, I
want you to meet Peter Jamison. Peter, Tina.”
Peter was staring at Tina intently. She was wearing a shortie frock
that barely covered her hips, and made her long, long legs look even
longer.
“Hi,” Peter said.
“Hello,” Tina replied, coolly.
“Peter, this is Donna Gerea,” she said, distracting Peter for a moment.
He turned and nodded to her, but was still peering intently at Tina.
“Donna, why don’t you come with me, sweetheart, and let these two get
acquainted. I’m sure you want a drink,” Julie hinted, getting out of
bed and taking Donna by the hand, and leading her to the door. Donna
looked disappointed, but followed obediently.
“You two kids have fun now,” Julie laughed as she towed Donna out of
the room. The door closed with a loud click. Wordlessly, Tina turned
and walked to the door and threw the bolt, locking the room. She stood
for a moment in the shadow of the door. Peter could see that three of
the buttons on her frock were already opened, and now he saw Tina reach
for the fourth button and pop that one open, too. Then the fifth
button–and the six–and the seventh. Peter could see her large firm
breasts and the expanse of tanned, olive skin that stretched from
between those breasts down to her navel. Very slowly and deliberately,
taking another step forward, she popped the eighth button open, and
then the last.
Almost as if she were bored, Tina stretched her arms out and pulled the
frock open, sliding her hands out of the armholes and letting the frock
slide down her long and slender legs to the floor. She stood before him
now, a vast expanse of olive skin, except for her cherry-red nipples
that were perched at the points of her rounded breasts. Only one thing,
remained hidden and that was the pleasure spot, still behind a pair of
flowered bikini-panties that really didn’t hide a thing. She put both
her hands to her waist and moved them down spreading the bikini’s
waistband and sliding it over her hips and letting it slip to the
floor. Her right arm snaked out and hit the light switch returning to
darkness the room in which Peter had just fucked Julie.
“Ready fm more?” Tina asked Peter, who was still reclining in the bed
taking in the sight of the magnificent specimen of womanhood who had
just undraped herself.
“Whenever you are, my love,” he answered, shifting to give Tina room to
lie down.
“Jesus,” she said, “I’m horny as hell, don’t play with me, just fuck me
to death.
Peter could feel her hand reaching out and encircling his cock. The
performance Tina had made out of undressing had turned him on again,
and he was ready, willing and able to scramble her brains with his
cock. It was as if he and Julie hadn’t done a thing.
“Fuck me, lover boy, fuck me,” she breathed as Peter tolled over and
covered her body with his. She had stretched her legs in a split, much
as ballerinas do, and her gash protruded from her crotch. Her cunt lips
were wide open, and Peter could see a thin film of pussy juice along
the pink ridge of her cunt lips. She tugged on his cock and pulled it
to her, inserting its tip into her and pulling Peter down on top of her
so his prick slid all the way home to the back of her gash.
Despite her size, Tina had a nice, snug cunt, Peter discovered, not
small by any means, but warm and tight. She wrapped her arms around him
to hold him still while she moved under him, so despite the fact that
he was on top of her, it was she who was fucking him. Up and down, up
and down, she tossed and moved doing all the work. Peter marveled at
the strength in her, and at the smooth, yet tantalizingly rough cunt
walls that were sending shivers of pleasure racing through his body.
“Let loose, come on man, squirt into me,” she gasped, still tossing
Peter up and down. “I’m coming, I’m …”
Peter felt her body convulse, and then felt his own bodily tensions go
over the crest and he could feel himself squirting into her. He could
also feel the walls of her cunt contracting and wringing every last
drop of his semen out of his cock. He’d never felt anything like it.
The rest of the evening was lost in a blur. He was hot for Tina, and
although he made it with two or three other women, it was Tina he
really wanted. He pursued her all night long and at last she promised
to come out to his estate for a visit.
The sleep wore away and Peter could see that Tina had been awake for a
while. As a matter of fact she had been sucking his cock for a while,
too, while he was still off in slumberland. His dick was only partially
hard, but when he was fully awake, it stiffened to its full glory very
quickly.
Tina climbed over his legs and straddled them revealing the hungry lips
of her cunt.
“My daddy was in the Army and he always said, “If it moves, fuck it!”
Tina laughed as she neatly tucked his dong into her and started moving
up and down, feeling his swollen cock stimulating the walls of her
slit.
“Your daddy was a very wise man,” Peter said as he watched the Amazon
fuck the daylights out of him.
It didn’t take long before both of them came again, their juices
intermingling in Tina’s hot little cunt. And then, again, they
collapsed like balloons from which the air had been released.
They rested for a few moments, And then Tina rose.
“I’m gonna shower and head back for the city,” she said to Peter.
“But you said you’d stay for a couple of weeks,” he complained to her,
“you’ve only been here for one.”
“I know, but I gotta get back to work,” she smiled.
“You never told me what you do,” Peter countered, still mystified by
this beautiful woman who seemed to have no visible means of support.
“Oh, I do a little of this and a little of that,” she smiled.
“What’s the big secret?” Peter asked.
“Nothing,” she grinned as they walked back to the house. “I kinda
wander here and there and get some bread together, that’s all.”
“Come on, what do you really do?”
“Nothing, lover boy,” she smiled, “I’m an orgiast, and you can look
that up in the dictionary.”
Chapter 2
Peter kept trying to get the truth out of Tina, but she just laughed
and put him off as they showered and dressed. As Tina was getting ready
to leave, he tried to get amorous gain, but as willing as Tina was for
a fucking as good as Peter could give her, she dodged this attempt. She
had another appointment to keep, and she didn’t want to be too tired
when she got there.
Peter pursued her, and finally let her go when she promised to come
back next month. Meanwhile she slipped behind the wheel of her MG and
settled in for the drive back to the city. Tonight, Tina thought, was
going to be the big night. Tonight’s orgy, was going to establish her
reputation. Everyone who was anyone would be there, and tonight they’d
all know about Tina Rogers, the greatest of them all.
Driving the long miles to the city was a bore and Tina let her mind
wander as her car rolled over the miles of concrete that led back to
the city and her big assignment–the biggest of her career. She thought
back to her first introduction to sex. That too had been at an orgy,
though she was too young and naive to fully, understand an orgy or what
it was, but she sure as hell did. Yes, those were the days, when sex
was still a mystery, before she had decided to become an orgiast. But
that first experience had really turned her on. She was in her senior
year in high school, just seventeen years old, and still gangly and
awkward, but her beauty was beginning to reveal itself. She had already
grown almost to her full height, the result of which was twofold;
first, she was taller than most of the boys so she didn’t have many
dates, and second, she was on the 1 basketball team.
Most of the girls were just discovering sex, and in the locker room
after games there was always a bit of good-natured teasing as the girls
compared their still-budding breasts, and the scrawny patches of hair
that were beginning to grow between their legs. Several of the girls
had experienced sex, but Tina hadn’t–not until the end of the first
semester when her coach, Joan Willis, asked her to stay after practice.
Tina didn’t quite know what to expect, especially when the coach added,
“and don’t get dressed after your shower.”
Tina went into the shower with the rest of the girls and washed herself
and dried herself as they did, but instead of getting dressed as they
did, Tina wrapped a towel around herself and walked into the coach’s
office.
“Hey, relax Tina, honey,” Joan started, “I’m not going to ball you out
or anything, but I just wanted to have a look at you and make sure that
you were all right. Why don’t you take off your towel and sit down in
that lounge chair.”
Tina smiled, relieved that everything Was okay and that the coach
wasn’t upset at her playing.
Joan Willis had been a professional gymnast and her body, which was
superbly fashioned, was very well muscled, every one of those muscles
hidden by the curves of he super-feminine body. She was sitting at her
desk, and after comforting Tina and offering her a seat, she stood up,
and watched for a moment as Tina let the towel drop from her young
body, still damp from the shower.
Joan was wearing a gray sweatshirt over navy shorts and now she pulled
the sweatshirt over her head and flexed her arms back, pushing her
firm, muscled breasts forward. Tina watched her coach because she had
never seen her in the nude before. Joan stooped slightly and pushed the
shorts down her firm, well-shaped legs and let them slip all the way
down. Tina looked at the triangle of golden hair that curled around and
around Joan’s crotch. Her coach was a beautiful woman, and Tina hoped
to be that beautiful, too, someday. But now she felt uncomfortable. She
felt a twitching, a nervousness. Her eyes were riveted at her coach’s
slit. The hair around it was the same golden color as the hair on her
head, and through the silky color, Tina could see a faint pink slit,
not unlike hers.
“Don’t be uncomfortable honey,” Joan cooed. “We’re both adults–women–
and we don’t have to hide our bodies from each other. I’ve seen you in
the nude while you showered so its only fair that you should see me
too, isn’t it?
Tina nodded as Joan walked around the desk toward her.
“You’re a very pretty girl, you know that?” Joan asked.
“Thanks coach,” Tina said, trying her best to relax and return the
smile Joan had given her.
“Why don’t you call me Joan,” the coach started. “We can be friends.
Actually I invited you here so that I could examine you and make sure
you were all right, so why don’t you lean back in the chair and let it
tilt back so I can have a look at you, okay sweetheart?”
Tina leaned back and the lounge chair reclined all the way. She looked
up and saw Joan smiling at her, but somehow she felt very anxious and
felt a pressure building up in her. Joan separated her legs, and before
Tina knew what was happening, she felt the coach’s hand poking through
the irregular patch of hair that had just begun to grow between her
legs.
Suddenly the feeling of unease and apprehension went away. Tina felt
warm all over, and felt her body growing hotter and hotter despite the
fact that the locker room was usually quite chilly. She also felt
Joan’s hand poke through the hair and reach for the tiny lips of her
pussy and spread them apart ever so gently. Tina felt her hips moving
upward almost involuntarily toward her coach’s hand. Joan’s hand moved
higher up the slit, until she reached the tiny clitoris, and then, very
carefully, she pinched it between her fingers and twisted it very
gently, right to left, left to right and around and around.
Tina didn’t know quite what was happening, but she knew that she liked
it. She also knew that she had trouble breathing as she felt the
pressure build and build within her body. This was like nothing she had
ever known before. She twisted and turned, rubbing her bare skin
against the rich leather of the lounge chair, tossing like a? bronco,
but being very careful not to get away from the hand of her coach.
Rockets started going off in her head and she felt her pussy suddenly
get wet and a giant heat wave pass over her entire body and then
disappear completely, leaving her lying spent on the chair, a thin film
of sweat covering her entire body and a strange, wet, sticky juice
covering her pussy hair and her thighs.
“Well, Tina, I think you’d better have another shower and then get
dressed, and I’ll see you at practice tomorrow,” Joan said.
“Sure, coach, I mean Joan,” Tina smiled still a little shaky.
She pulled herself up and as she rose, Joan offered her a hand to help
her and then embraced her in a long hug. Tina had never felt anything
like it before and quickly made her way back to the showers.
By the time she finished showering and dressing the light was out in
Joan’s office, but as she was leaving she heard a sound in the coach’s
office. She peered through the darkness and could see Joan lying on the
lounge chair just as Tina had. Joan had both of her hands buried deep
in her golden triangle. Her body was moving unevenly. Tina felt
frightened and unsure of herself and left quickly.
Several times more Joan asked Tina to stay, and several times she asked
other girls on the team to stay. Tina wasn’t quite sure what it all
meant, and she was afraid to ask. One day, just before the Christmas
break one of the other girls who had been asked to stay approached Tina
just as they were leaving the locker room after practice. Her name was
Candy and she was only slightly friendly with Tina. The only thing Tina
knew about her for sure was that she wasn’t a virgin and that she
masturbated a lot, at least that’s what she always talked about in the
locker room.
Once Candy proved that she wasn’t a virgin by lying down on a bench and
pulling her legs wide apart so that everyone could see that she had
lost her virginity.
“Hey Tina,” Candy began. “Joan and her husband are having a little
party at their place Saturday night, wanna come?”
“What kind of party?” Tina asked.
“Oh, just a little one, just you and me and Buck Jones and Joan and
Roy, he’s Joan’s husband,” Candy replied.
“What’s going to happen.
“Come along and find out, baby,” Candy laughed, “you’ll really enjoy
it.” She put her hand around Tina’s ass and squeezed it slightly and
winked.
“Sure, why not?” Tina said slowly, thinking about the hint Candy had
dropped. Yes, why not, she thought to herself.
“Good, I’ll pick you up at eight,” Candy said as she headed for her
next class.
Tina wasn’t sure what to wear to the “party” so she wore a simple semi-
dressy frock. She was glad when Candy arrived to pick her up and was
wearing something similar. Tina tried to draw Candy out about what
would happen, but Candy remained mum. She had heard about Buck Jones,
the black star of the football team, but didn’t know much about him.
She heard the same kind of rumors that everyone else had heard, that he
had gotten a couple of girls pregnant and that he had slept with many
more, but before she could reflect on the “party” any more, they
arrived at the apartment house where Roy and Joan Willis lived.
The door was opened by a tall, handsome man, someone who looked like a
former athlete.
“Hi darling,” he said quickly to Candy, “who have you brought for us
tonight?”
“This is Tina Rogers, meet Roy Willis.”
“Oh yes, Joan told me all about you Tina, come in, let me take your
coats,” he said. “Your outfits are ready in the guest room.”
Tina followed Candy not knowing what to expect. As they walked into the
guest room, Candy held up two tiny robes.
“Which one would you like?” Candy asked Tina, “and will you unzip me?”
Tina pulled Candy’s zipper down, and selected the red and yellow robe.
Candy didn’t say anything more to her, but simply continued undressing,
shedding her bra, panties and stockings. Tina had seen Candy in the
nude before, when they had both dressed and undressed in the locker
room, but somehow Candy’s body looked differently in the dim light of
the small guest bedroom. She was much shorter than Tina and had a well-
formed body with generous round breasts. Her stomach was flat and hard
and the triangle of hair between her legs was dark and rich.
Tina started undressing too, watching Candy as Candy donned the blue
robe that barely covered her snatch. Tina slipped the robe over her
body, subconsciously compared her own body to Candy’s. Tina was much
taller than Candy and her breasts were higher and firmer, but Candy’s
were larger. Candy’s legs were a little on the plump side, but Tina’s
were longer and more shapely. Tina’s pussy was still visible through
the fringe of hair that had started to grow around it, and Candy had a
thick curly snatch. Tina let her mind wander for a moment to how it
would feel to run her fingers through Candy’s garden and briefly pulled
her finger through her own triangle, but she quickly took her hand away
and straightened the tiny robe on her body so that it almost covered
her slit.
“C’mon honey, let’s meet the gang,” Candy said leading the way back to
the living room.
Tina followed along to the living room when they found Roy looking
through the bedroom door watching Joan and Buck on the bed.
“Buck’s been here for a couple of hours and Joan was kind of horny, so
I told them to go ahead,” Roy said by way of explanation. “We’ve got
something special planned for you later, Tina honey, so why don’t you
make yourself comfortable while Candy and I loosen up a bit.”
Candy giggled and Tina could see that Roy had already gotten a hand
under her robe and was running his hand around her ass. Candy and Roy
headed back to the guest room leaving Tina at the door. Tina turned her
gaze towards Joan and Buck. She was startled for a moment at the sight
of the two of them on the bed, Buck was so black and Joan was so white
that their bodies contrasted sharply. Joan was on her knees bending
over Buck who was lying flat on his back, squirming slightly, but with
a huge grin on his face. Joan had her face in his crotch and Tina
couldn’t see his cock because Joan had somehow managed to swallow all
of it. Now she was letting it out of her mouth a little at a time.
When it was all out of her mouth, she squatted over his massive tool
and lowered herself onto it, riding up and down gently, letting it ream
her cunt thoroughly. Tina had never seen anything like it before and
she watched fascinated not even aware that her own body was getting hot
and that she was breaking out in a sweat despite the fact that she was
wearing practically nothing. Joan rode up and down on the massive shaft
that she was sifting on, and Buck arched his back so that his tool
would be forced deeper into Joan. As Joan came down and Buck pushed up,
their hips came together in a soft slap, a slap that quickly became
rhythmic, like the beat of a metronome. Again and again, her pale white
skin crashed softly into his shiny black skin and there was a soft
slap, slap, slap.
Joan started groaning softly at first and then louder as she continued
riding the stud beneath her, the soft steady slap, slap, slap of their
bodies merging continued until Joan could take it no more and suddenly,
quickly, it was all over. Tina listened and watched as she heard Joan’s
strangled cry and saw her shudder paralyzed as she blew her load. She
could also see that Buck had come and that some of his juices were
overflowing and dripping out of Joan’s cunt, and dribbling down her
legs.
The two rolled over and disentangled their bodies and rested for a
moment. Tina, still perched in the doorway, had never had sex before
but now she wanted it, craved it and felt she couldn’t wait another
moment for it. Her virgin cunt was aching for a shaft to split it open
and teach her about the pleasures of life.
Joan motioned for Tina to come into the room, so she stepped through
the doorway, letting her robe fall open as she approached the bed with
the two spent lovers, panting and regaining their breath. She slipped
the robe over her shoulders and let it glide to the floor as she
advance to the foot of the bed, standing before them, silently offering
them her body. Buck’s body glistened with sweat as he lay smiling up at
her.
Wordlessly, Joan motioned for Buck to leave the room and when he did,
she offered his spot to Tina who had remained standing, looking down at
her coach and lover. Tina got on the bed, first her hands and then her
knees advancing catlike toward where Joan lay. She hovered above Joan,
her long hair brushing Joan’s cheeks. Tina let her hair swing back and
forth, and then lowered herself to kiss loan, letting her tongue shoot
into Joan’s mouth and mingle with her tongue. Joan was getting aroused
again, and though Tina didn’t know what to do, she let her instincts
take over. Tina brought her chest down on top of Joan’s and let their
breasts brush each other. She could almost feel sparks as their nipples
came in contact.
Tina could feel Joan’s hand probing her abdomen and then past her belly
button; Joan smiled at the thought of this aggressive young virgin, and
quickly poked her fingers into her scraggly-haired cunt and twirled her
fingers through the slender strands, working her way in to the slit and
fingering the tiny, innocent clitoris. She propped herself up on one
elbow and then rolled over, pushing Tina down on the bed and lying on
top of her. Tina was much taller than Joan and she could wrap herself
entirely around her teacher as Joan lay on her. Joan’s body, still
sweaty, slipped easily over Tina’s, as Joan crawled down the length of
Tina until her mouth was at her untried pleasure-hole.
“Oh, fuck me, fuck me,” Tina cried as her body became more and more
demanding. “Now, now–”
Joan was ready, willing and able to oblige. She pulled Tina’s cunt lips
apart and, with her teeth, sought out her clit and started chewing on
it very gently, getting it used to her teeth, but Tina still wasn’t
satisfied.
“Eat me, bite it off,” she breathed between gasps.
Tina’s body was bucking and twisting wildly now, and Joan had trouble
hanging on to the clit with her teeth, so she clamped down harder as
the juices flowed from Tina’s cunt, wetting Joan’s face. And then Tina
couldn’t take it any more, her body gyrated wildly, just once and then
went rigid as she felt herself come through the rockets red glare and
bombs bursting in the air.
The two women were equals now. Formerly Joan had been the teacher and
Tina the student, but although Tina still hadn’t been penetrated, she
had had a genuine orgasm and was on the same level as Joan.
After a brief rest, Joan took Tina by the hand and led her to the other
room. Along the way she picked up a bottle that looked like it
contained perfume. Joan led the way into the guest room, where Buck,
Roy and Candy were fucking. Tina’s mouth fell open when she saw the
activity of that threesome. Candy was pinned between Buck and Roy with
her legs dangling in the air. Roy had his cock in her cunt and Buck had
shoved his into her asshole. Candy’s breath came in short spurts as
both men moved in and out reaming her thoroughly.
Joan motioned for Tina to lie down on the bed. Tina obeyed but she
couldn’t take her eyes off the threesome. God, she hoped that they
would do that to her. She thought about the two immense cocks that were
at this moment drilling into Candy, oh how she wanted them! Oh how she
wanted them both at the same time!
Joan spilled some of the liquid in the bottle into her hand and started
massaging it into the sweaty pores of Tina’s body. Tina was practically
unaware of what Joan was doing to her, her eyes were riveted on tiny
Candy pinned between the two huge men who were showing her no mercy.
Candy bucked and screamed as she started coming, first at her ass and
then in her gash. She was experiencing the unheard of double pleasure
and she was still pinned and couldn’t move.
Both men eased off now to let her enjoy her orgasm. First Roy let her
down to the bed and then she fell back into Buck’s arms, who held her
while shudders of pleasure ran through her body.
Now Roy turned his attention to her, lying down beside her and running
his hands slowly over her oiled body. She had never been touched this
way before and a shudder raced through her body.
“Do it, do it now,” she whispered to Roy. “Fuck me hard–”
“Be patient, little one,” Roy smiled.
But Tina couldn’t wait, she spread her legs and pulled Roy down on top
of her, taking his tool in her hand and guiding it into her slit. It
went in a little at first and then a little more. Then she felt her
virginity break in a sharp twinge of pain. But the pain was nothing
compared to the pleasure of having lost her virginity. She pushed her
hips higher to take in more of Roy, and Roy, who was being driven crazy
by this ferocious young virgin was glad to oblige. He brought all his
weight down and rammed his shaft into her cunt, pushing deep against
her womb.
Tina gasped just once and then was overcome with the sensations racing
through her body. She ground her hips under Roy making his tool wiggle
and squirm inside of her. Roy pulled his hips back and started making
the slow rhythmic in and out movements. Tina’s body was supercharged.
She started moving her hips up to meet his and she heard the soft slap,
slap, slap, that she had heard earlier when she watched Buck and Joan
humping.
It felt good, it felt oh so good, his cock ramming into her, their hips
slapping together felt so good that … And then Tina came, like a
volcano. Her cunt muscles contracted gripping Roy’s cock like a vise.
She could feel the muscles of Roy’s tool twitching slightly and then
open up and pour into her, filling her small slit and sloshing around.
Tina lay back, and for the first time since Roy had started banging her
she was able to look around and see what the others were doing. Buck
still had his machine in Candy’s ass, but Candy was on all fours now
and Joan was under her with her tongue vigorously working over Candy’s
clit, and while they were still humping that way, Tina curled up in
Roy’s arms and fell asleep.
* * *
Tina snapped out of her reverie as she guided her car through the
tunnel back to the city. Her first sexual experience was really a whiz-
bang affair. She remembered that after that brief sleep, Candy had
fucked her, and later, she had been allowed to eat Candy and Joan, so
for the first time she was able to taste what her own sweet cunt tested
like.
Before that evening was through Tina had been sandwiched by both the
men and the women. First Buck and Roy had worked her over and then
Candy and Joan had taken over. Tina seemed to recall coming a dozen
times that night. Not bad for an amateur, but she was sore as hell for
a week after that little party.
The memories of her initiation had overcome her, and Tina discovered
that, as she pulled up in front of the address she was heading for, she
was sitting in a puddle of her own pussy juice. Well, she thought,
within the very next hour that anxious little cunt of mine is going to
have more than it can handle. And, she added as an afterthought, my
future will be secure.
Meanwhile, she pulled a spare pair of sheer bikini panties out of her
bulky purse and shook the wrinkles out of them. She hiked her micro-
skirt up around her waist and slipped the wet pair down over her hips,
to the floor and let them drape over the accelerator pedal. Tina pulled
a handful of paper tissues from her purse and wiped herself dry. She
also wiped the seat and then poured two drops of perfume into the palm
of her hand and massaged it thoroughly into her crotch, stopping only
when she found that she was starting to excite herself.
She pulled the fresh panties on quickly, smoothed her skirt and stepped
from the car.
Well, Tina thought, it’s now or never. And drawing a deep breath, she
walked up the cobblestone path to the door of the well-kept brownstone
and rang the bell.
Chapter 3
It took about two minutes for the door to open and Tina could hear the
sounds of the party. The music was loud, but not nearly loud enough to
mask the sounds of sex–the panting, the squealing and the grunting.
The door was answered by a handsome young stud who was wearing a pair
of bikini briefs that barely contained his cock.
“You must be Tina,” he said as he surveyed her lounging in the doorway.
His cock hardened as he watched her and Tina could see it. She swayed
gently, let her hips jut out ever so slightly.
“And you must be Gary,” she smiled back, hitching her skirt up slightly
to let even more of her thighs show.
He stepped aside to let her enter and Tina squeezed through the
doorway, letting her firm buttocks press against Gary’s cock. It felt
good against her ass, and if Gary was getting turned on, so was she.
Gary pointed her toward George and Martha the hosts of this little
affair–their son had just turned sixteen and this party was being
given in his honor. Today he would learn about sex from every woman in
the room, and if sixteen-year-old Cliff was excited about that
prospect, so was practically every woman in the room because little
Cliff had had them all creaming in their pants for the past couple of
summers as he wandered around the country club swimming pool.
Tina followed George and Martha up to their room. If she could make a
good impression on them her reputation as a super-orgiast would be
assured and she’d be much in demand all around town. She surveyed
George, tall with jet black hair and a mat of thick hair almost
entirely covering his body. Martha was slender with small firm breasts
that Tina could see through the almost sheer shortie gown she was
wearing.
“You really turn me on,” Martha said to Tina, taking Tina’s hand and
leading her to the bed. “I’ll bet that you have a nice, soft, wet pussy
for me and George to suck on, don’t you?”
Tina smiled, and without taking her skirt off, let her bikini panties
slip from between her legs to the floor. They were showing traces of
moisture, and George scooped them from the floor and sniffed them.
“Sweet as honey,” he smiled as he continued staring at Tina.
Tina was used to the stares and decided to make the most of them. She
led George and Martha to the bed and pushed them down and then stepped
back. She was going to do her little dance, and she was going to do it
like she’d never done it before. She gyrated her hips around in a
circle and then made a similar motion with her shoulders. The movement
of the shoulders sent her breasts jiggling and rubbing against the
sheer fabric of her blouse. Her nipples grew fully erect and strained
against the blouse as Tina started twisting and turning her body slowly
at first, and then speeding up the tempo. Her hair flew in every
direction as she gyrated madly, her breasts danced as if they had a
life of their own, straining against the fabric of the blouse,
springing free through the low-cut neckline, and then bouncing back
under the flimsy blouse.
Tina’s body was coated with sweat as she speeded up her gyrations. Her
cunt lips were rubbing furiously against each other and she was getting
excited. Her dancing had caused her skirt to ride high up her thighs
and as she continued George and Martha could catch flashes of the dense
black bush that shielded her twat. Martha was holding her left breast
in one hand as George fondled the other, her other hand was between her
legs furiously fingering her aching clit. Suddenly Tina slowed down and
planted her feet wide apart and started doing the limbo dance, bending
back as far as she could and wiggling under an imaginary bar. She felt
the cool air conditioned breeze as she spread her legs and squirmed
toward her hosts. Her cunt lips parted behind her black bush and
suddenly she felt herself pushed backward into the deep pile rug.
Martha had leaped from the bed and buried her bared teeth in Tina’s
cunt and was hungrily lapping up the sweet juices that were oozing from
that honeypot.
Tina lay back, her head entirely covered by her hair, exhausted from
her vivacious dance.
She was excited by the dancing alone, but now she felt Martha’s tongue
making long, even strokes, licking her cunt dry and lingering over her
clitoris. Tina’s breathing became steady and then rhythmic as she felt
her body moving inexorably toward orgasm. Martha had a very educated
tongue and she enjoyed a good cunt as much as she enjoyed good cock.
Martha was on her knees, bent over Tina’s crotch, with her own ass
perched high in the air as she sucked Tina dry. George had had more
than any man could take watching his wife sucking one of the most
beautiful cunts in the world. He slipped off his shorts and launched
himself at his wife, sinking his cock through the golden hairs of her
crotch and deep into her gash. Martha gasped as she felt George’s tool
slide hilt-deep inside of her. Her cunt was sopping wet and George’s
tool slid all the way in. Martha started sliding back and forth, taking
long licks at Tina’s cunt, from top to bottom, and at the same time
pushing and pulling George’s prick in and out of her own cunt.
Tina couldn’t take it any more. Martha’s licking was arousing enough,
but Martha also had a cute little trick of taking Tina’s clit into her
mouth and rolling it around and around and finally biting it gentle
from top to bottom. Tina was coming, but oh how she ached to have a
man’s cock deep inside her hungry twat. Tina squirmed under Martha’s
continued assault and now she took her own breasts in her hands and
started squeezing in rhythm with Martha’s licking. Suddenly everything
went black and Tina felt her body turn rigid as she came.
Meanwhile George continued his assault on Martha, who now had her
golden-haired head buried in Tina’s crotch, while Tina lay resting,
watching the couple bang away through the screen of her black hair
which still covered her head. Tina could feel Martha’s body vibrating
and she knew that Martha was about to come. She looked at George and
saw him gasping for air like a drowning man; he was about to come, too.
Tina slid closer to the banging couple, cradling Martha’s head in her
crotch, and suddenly she felt Martha push hard against her. George
gasped as he felt the come shooting out of his cock and deep into
Martha’s gash.
The trio lay on the floor for a few moments, resting, but fondling each
other and getting ready for a second go at each other.
“Don’t you think that she and Cliff should go at it?” Martha asked her
husband.
“It’s about time. I think that some of our female guests downstairs are
aching for a shot too, but Cliff should definitely start off with the
best,” George smiled, fondling Tina’s breasts. “And this is it.”
Tina rose from the floor and slipped out of the remainder of her
clothing.
“I thank you kindly,” she said, smiling at her hosts and making a deep
curtsey.
“Don’t start that again,” George laughed, as he watched the graceful
curves of her body flow and undulate as she bent, “or I’ll be banging
the hell out of you again in a minute and poor Cliff will never get a
shot at you.”
“Come along George,” Martha said, as she listened to the sounds of the
revelry drifting up from the living room downstairs. By the sound of it
this was one of the most exciting little parties they’d thrown in quite
a while. “Our guests will miss us,” Martha repeated as she tried to
pull George away from Tina.
Tina heard sounds of movement from the room next to the one in which
she had just had her little swing and she walked out into the hallway
and paused outside the door to listen. This was Cliff’s room, she had
been told and it was her job to initiate Cliff into the mysteries and
joys of sex. “Mostly joys,” Tina smiled to herself. The door was open a
crack and Tina looked in. Cliff was a handsome young buck, just as
she’s heard. He was about five-foot-eight, but very well muscled and as
he walked across the room and turned toward the door Tina could see
that he was nude, and had a cock at least as big as his father’s.
Tina was about to walk into the room, but she heard some more movement
and saw a short, nicely proportioned blonde walk across the room toward
him. Without saying a word, Cliff embraced the blonde and hugged her,
letting his arms snake around her, and under sheer nightie she wore.
Tina could see Cliff’s cock stiffen as he fondled the round lobes of
her ass. Tina leaned against the door and peered in. So Cliff needs
lessons, she laughed to herself, he seems to be doing just fine with
that little blonde, whoever she is.
She continued to watch as Cliff raised his arms and lifted the nightie
from his playmate in one smooth motion. His stiff cock pressed against
her stomach as they continued in a deep, soul kiss. Tina could see his
tongue deep inside his lover’s mouth and she saw his hands move up and
down her body, slowly and softly. She saw the blonde pull away, her
long tongue clinging to Cliff’s mouth as long as possible, and as she
pulled away, she sank to her knees and buried her head in Cliff’s
crotch and swallowed his dick, taking it into her mouth in its
entirety. Tina could see Cliff swaying as his playmate sucked his cock,
sliding it in and out of her mouth, and it seemed to Tina who was still
watching from the door, deep down her throat.
Suddenly, the blonde pulled Cliff’s cock from her throat and she could
see that Cliff was coming. His sticky sweet come squirted out of his
cock and all over the body of the blonde who lay under it, catching it
in her hands and smearing it over her body. Her body was shiny and
glistening as the light reflected from her come-soaked body. Cliff
picked her up and lay her across the bed. His playmate knew what was
coming and she spread her legs and held them aloft, baring her hungry
cunt for the final attack. With one swift motion Cliff fell on her
burying his cock deep inside her body. Tina heard her gasp as the shaft
drove all the way home. The two rocked back and forth, back and forth
as Cliff plunged into the blonde’s body, in and out, in and out. They
rolled over and the blonde perched on Cliff’s body, riding him, like a
wild, bucking bronco as he arched his back under her meeting her
downward thrusts with an upward buck, hammering the head of his tool
against the roof of her twat, harder and harder until both were
gasping, convoluted in each others arms. With hardly any warning at
all, they both came, panting and gasping for air as the sweet passions
of sex overtook them both.
Tina had been watching from the crack in the door and, she admitted to
herself, this young stud had excited her and without realizing it, her
fingers had found their way to her pleasure-spot and were playing with
it while she watched Cliff do his thing. Tina smiled as she saw what
had been happening to her body. Her nipples had erected and they turned
bright red. Her twat had gotten wet again and she could see tiny
droplets of moisture clinging to the hair that sprouted around her pink
cuntlips.
Quietly, and still smiling to herself, she pushed the door open and
confronted the two young lovers resting on the bed.
“Bravo,” she laughed out loud. Bravo. A splendid performance, Cliff. I
don’t think you need me.”
The two were startled and for a moment the blonde hid under the covers.
“Relax, Alice,” Cliff said, rising from the bed and moving between
them. This must be Tina. “This is my sister Alice, we’ve been doing it
for two years without my parents’ knowing about it.”
“And you’ve been doing it well,” Tina smiled, approaching the young
stud she was to initiate.
Cliff started at Tina taking in the sight that presented itself. She
was almost a head taller than he was and she had the body of a goddess,
with large firm breasts and a carefully sculpted figure. She reached
her hand out toward Cliff, but before he could take it in his, she
dropped her hand onto his penis which was already stiffening again. The
sight of Tina Rogers, standing before him nude, hiding not a square
inch of her magnificent body had sent the blood racing feverishly
through his body. The thought of what he could do, the possibilities
that her body presented had almost driven him to orgasm.
She squeezed his organ lightly, and it responded almost immediately,
stiffening up and standing erect, at attention. It was still slightly
wet from Alice’s cunt, and Tina held it firmly in her hand and slid up
and down, feeling the blood pounding through Cliff’s cock. Tina glanced
over and could see that Alice was watching intently as Tina massaged
the marvelous weapon which had practically driven her over the edge
during that last orgasm.
Tina felt the juices in her cunt begin oozing through her cuntlips, she
stepped closer to Cliff and leaned against him, rubbing her breasts
against his chest. Tina leaned down and kissed Cliff, poking her tongue
deep into Cliff’s mouth wrapping it around his tongue sucking the
saliva from his mouth. She pumped her hand up and down his rod, up and
down that slippery weapon, feeling it grow more and more excited and
hotter and hotter. She felt his hand twisting through the thick black
hairs between her legs, pulling, on the hairs and probing deeper and
deeper until he reached her bright pink lips that guarded the entrance
to her hot hole that craved Cliff’s pole. Suddenly she felt herself
being picked up. Her long, dark hair trailed behind her as she swung
freely in Cliff’s arms. She felt hers
