Brother was first

CHAPTER THREE

For the next few days, Heather's mother was often slipping away to a secret rendezvous with Craig leaving the girl to mind the store. Heather didn't mind because there were lots of boys coming and going that she enjoyed flirting with. At fourteen, she'd never been fucked by anyone except her brother, but she was a natural born prick-teaser. She knew she had a sexy figure, and much to her mother's objections, she dressed to reveal as much of it as possible.

One morning when her mother had gone, Heather was sitting on the steps of the store, staring out across the broad lake. The girl was wearing a brief tank top with no bra and her big lush, nipples were extremely visible against the material. Her dimpled navel winked out above the light hip-hugging cut-off that were slit up the sides, deliciously showing her tanned flesh.

Seeing a man and woman approaching the store, she stood up to greet them. As they drew closer, she saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Blake who owned the largest cabin cruiser on the lake. This was the first time that Heather had seen them this summer.

"Hi," beamed the girl as the couple walked up the steps.

"Hello, Heather," smiled the redheaded woman. "It's nice to see you again. You remember my husband, Stan."

"Sure," grinned Heather, who'd always thought he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. "I-I, Mr. Blake."

"My, how you've gown during the winter," he smiled his eyes ogling the big nipples that were pushing out against the material of the girl's top.

"Thank you," she smiled, pleased at the way he was staring at her.

"You sure have," he continued, his eyes traveling down to the outline of her juicy young twat that was visible under her tight cut-offs.

He followed the girl into the store, and his cock gave a wild lurch as his eyes focussed on her bare asscheeks which were partially exposed beneath her short cut-offs.

"We just need some eggs and tomato juice," said Mr. Blake.

"Okay," smiled Heather, pleased at the way the man was staring at her crotch as she walked over to the refrigerator for the eggs.

Passing in front of him, Heather purposely rubbed her firm tit against his arm. Stan Blake thought it was an accident until she turned around and gave him a bold naughty grin. Loving to tease men, Heather was pleased with the flushed expression on his face.

As the girl finished filling the small order, the man could feel his cock stiffening. Unable to keep his eyes away from her crotch, he kept thinking how glorious it would be to bury his face in her fresh young cunt. Watching Heather as the girl talked to his wife, the man could almost feel her soft full lips sucking on his prick. His stiff boner was pushing out painfully against his pants as he lusted over the sexy girl.

"My, God," giggled Monica Blake as she and her husband walked back down toward the marine. "I'd better take care of that hard-on as soon as we get to the boat."

"Did you notice?" he grinned.

"Shit, yes," his wife laughed. "I just hope that girl didn't see it."

"Christ!" he panted. "I'd sure like to eat her hot cunt."

"I could see that," smiled Monica. "I thought you were gonna bust a blood vessel."

Stan Blake was a successful stock broker in his early forties. He and his beautiful twenty-seven-year old wife had enjoyed a very open marriage for the past five years. Both of them were extremely sensual people, and they both accepted each other for what they were. They were both very much in love with each other, and their sex life was fantastic, but with their uninhibited sex drives, they needed more than one partner to satisfy their lust. They both felt that it was their fierce need for a variety of sex that held them together. They enjoyed swinging with their friends in town, and they had their own affairs, but nothing was ever kept hidden.

The moment they boarded their boat, they went directly down to the cabin where Monica began quickly undressing.

"God, honey," giggled Monica, sitting naked on the bed as Stan removed his shorts, revealing his massive boner.

"I'm glad the bitch turned you on," she whispered, reaching out and grasping his hard dick as he stood in front of her. "I'm just dying for a nice drink of cockcream."

As he stood directly in front of where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, Monica began lightly licking the tip of his hard dick.

"God, Stan," she whispered. "I've sucked off lots of guys in my life, but you've got the best tasting cock in the whole fucking world!"

Watching as Monica tenderly licked his big knob, Stan was thinking how beautiful she was. She had that smooth ivory complexion that can only be found on a few auburn-haired women. She was a above average height, but her full generous curves filled her out to perfection. The beauty of her face was enhanced by her big amber eyes and the long auburn hair that flowed down over her creamy smooth shoulders.

Stan Blake's big thick cock was glistening like wet marble as Monica's juicy tongue lovingly licked the entire surface of its hardness. Tightening her soft sucking lips around the thick meatiness of his hard boner, Monica took it deeper and deeper until she felt his big cockhead probing against the back of her throat. Her busy tongue was swirling wetly around his big juicy dick as her talented lips nibbled and sucked on the delicious hardness of it. Slowly pumping her hot sucking mouth up and down over his wonderful rod, she began the rhythmic tempo that she knew he enjoyed so much.

Monica didn't suck him off as a duty. The woman intensely enjoyed the taste of her husband's thick juicy dick. The feel and texture of it in her mouth, as well as the taste of his rich, slippery cum almost blew her mind.

"D'ya like this?" she whispered up to him in a teasing voice.

"Jesus, yes," he panted.

"Do you think that bitch in the store could tie you a party like this?" she taunted him.

"Shit, no!"

"You better know it, baby," giggled Monica, "you're married to the best fuckin' cock-sucker in the country."

As always when Stan got excited, a strong male scent wafted up from his hairy crotch sending delicious tingles streaking through her smoldering pussy. Clinging to his hips, she began bobbing her head up and down over his spit-drenched dong. His legs were soon trembling so badly that he could hardly stand up.

"Come here," she whispered, pulling him down on the bed with her.

When he was spread out on his back, Monica crawled up between his legs, pressing her soft cheek against his big hairy nut-sac. With her chin resting against his tight asshole, she began licking under his balls. The thick wiry hair and the soft crinkly skin of his sweaty scrotum further excited her as she thoroughly bathed it with her wet tongue. Her husband's big muscular frame was quivering with ecstasy as she sucked and nibbled up the entire length of his sensitive pole.

Lying on her stomach between his legs, she lifted the back of his thighs over her shoulders, raising his asshole up in front of her face. Tenderly stroking his cock and balls with her agile fingers, she began softly blowing her sweet warm breath across his quivering shitter.

"Oh, you sweet fuckin' baby," he panted when she further parted the cheeks of his ass with his fingers so her moist, hot breath could more easily caress his obscenely exposed bung.

Sticking her tongue against his asshole, she slowly ran the flat wetness of it up over his balls and up the fail length of his throbbing rod. Then very slowly, she worked her slippery lips and tongue down his shaft until her nose and mouth were buried in the deep sweaty crevice between his asscheeks.

The man's body gave a frantic lurch when her hot tongue began lewdly probing at his quivering bung.

"Oh, sweet piss!" panted Stan when the hat wetness of her pointed tongue slipped through the tight ring of his asshole. "Jesus, baby, how good, how good!"

Shuddering with the intense pleasure, he could feel her hot slippery tongue gliding in and out of the sensitive hole, sending an unbelievable joy streaking through his entire body.

"Oh, sweet fuckin' Christ!" he panted as his aroused wife noisily tongue-fucked his stoic while her nimble fingers deliciously fondled his cock and balls.

After several moments of this lewd act, she dually pulled her tongue out of his shitter and raised her head, wrapping her juicy hot lips around his throbbing knob. Taking more and more of his thick juicy cock into her mouth, she smiled up at her husband. Monica rarely took her eyes away from his face when she sucked him off, loving to watch the delirious expressions on his face.

Stan stared back down at her bright toning eyes as she took more and more of his dick into her mouth. The thing that really excited Stan was the naughty way she looked at him while she was sucking him off. Her teasing eyes always seemed to be mischievously taunting him as her lips sacked and pulled on his bloated cockhead.

As usual, her naughty, laughing eyes were dancing with excitement while she watched her husband's lust-distorted face as he writhed and groaned from the intense pleasure she was giving him. Moving her head up and down over his shaft, mouth-fucking him deep and hard, there was a radiant expression on her beautiful face.

Slowly increasing the rhythm, she was soon taking more and more of his cock into her mouth with every sucking plunge.

"Jesus, darling!" he panted. "This feels so fucking good!"

"Then why don't you suck my cunt, too," she giggled, removing his juicy dick from her mouth.

"I'm ready," he grinned excitedly. "There's nothing better than a wild sixty-nine…"

Pacing his feet, Monica quickly straddled his face with her juicy twat hovering just above Stan's mouth, and then lowered her head down toward his big spit-drenched boner. As always, he trembled with excitement as he stared up at the full length of her hot familiar slit, so beautifully exposed between her naked thighs. Nestled in the soft patch of red pussy hairs, the slippery pink lips of Monica's steamy twat were glistening with droplets of clinging pussy juice. Gently grasping the soft cheeks of her ass in his hands, he slowly lowered her hot dripping slit down toward his hungrily waiting mouth. The fresh scent of her quivering pussy left no doubt as to how delicious her twat was going to taste. Burying his nose and face into her silky red pussy hair, he began lapping up the sweet juices that were dripping out from between her hot, wet cuntlips.

"Oooooooh, Stan, baby!" she whimpered with delight when she felt his tongue starting to lick her quivering twat.

"It's fantastic!" he panted.

"Wait'll I'm finished," she whispered. "I'm gonna suck you dry."

"Good," he gasped. "Because you're gonna get the biggest mouthful of cum you've ever had."

"Promise," she giggled.

"I promise," he panted. "I'm gonna blow the roof of your mouth off."

"And I'll swallow every fuckin' drop of it," she laughed excitedly, stuffing the head of his prick back in her mouth.

Stan could feel his beautiful wife's body quivering with passion as his own tongue drilled up deeper into her hot dripping fuck-hole.

Reaching in as far as he could, Stan began licking all around her cuntal walls with his thick swirling tongue. He could feel her hot juices balling around it as he licked and lapped into the slippery moistness of her dripping slit.

"Oh, Stan, darling!" she squealed with joy. "That feels so fuckin' damn good!"

Monica began rapidly running her lips and tongue up and down over the sensitive underside of his trembling shaft. The wildly aroused redhead was boiling with lust as she frantically sucked, licked and slobbered on his thick meaty cock. Seminal fluid was oozing from the tip of his cockhead, trickling down the back of her throat.

Grasping his legs and drawing his knees up, she lowered her face down below his cock, burying her mouth in the thick black hairs that covered his lust-bloated nuts. Mewling with a wild posies, the cock-crazed woman began sucking his balls in and out of her hot wet mouth at the same tempo as his tongue was flashing around in her boiling cunt. The pungent odor and taste of his sweaty flesh was driving Monica wild, and she lowered her head until her sweet wet tongue found the rubbery ring of his hairy asshole.

"Oh, Christ!" moaned Stan when his wife's hot tongue once more forced it's way into his tight, sensitive bung. "Holy shit, does that feel good!"

After reaming his asshole out with her tongue for a few moments, she lifted her head and once more licked slowly up his shaft until she'd reached his big shiny knob. Opening her juicy lips as wide as possible, she sucked his big cockhead into the soft moistness of her hungry mouth.

"Oh, my God!" Stan panted as her tongue and lips began working more frantically on his cock. "That's fantastic! Suck! Suck! Suck!"

"That's what I'm doin', baby," she gasped, lifting her lips from his throbbing dick. "Am I still gonna get a nice big mouthful?"

"Christ, yes!" he panted. "But keep suckin' on the fucking thing."

"Okay, honey," she laughed. "Here we go again."

The feel of her sucking lips around his dong and the taste of her juicy cunt was always the most incredible experience for Stan. He loved the way her sweet hot juices boiled around his tongue as he feverishly licked and lapped into the slippery warmth of his wife's cunt. The man had eaten plenty of pussy in his depraved lifetime, but he'd never tasted anything as delicious as Monica's re-fringed slit.

"Ooooooh, honey!" she shrieked with joy when he suddenly withdrew his tongue from the depths of her cunt and began flicking it around her quivering clit. "That's it, baby! Oh, shit, that feels so fuckin' good!"

Sucking on her sensitive joy-button, Stan could feel his wife's writhing body tensing for a climax.

Realizing that her handsome husband was about to bring her off, Monica began sucking more vigorously on his cock, wanting them to climax together as they almost always did. The exciting feeling of her lips and tongue sliding up and down over his tasty cock started her hot twat juices flowing faster into Stan's mouth.

"Oh, shit!" she suddenly screamed, grinding her hot wet slit down titter against his juice-drenched face. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"

"Me, too!" he shouted. "Hang on, baby, here it comes! Here it comes!"

Monica almost went wild at the amount of jizz that suddenly gushed out of her husband's exploding cockhead. Frantically sucking and swallowing his spewing cum, she suddenly felt her own traumatic orgasm flooding through her body.

"Oh, sweet fuckin' shit?" she shrieked, clamping her soft naked thighs tightly against his juice drenched face. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

Locked lewdly together, they continued sucking frantically on each other until their wild climax began to recede.

"Oh, Stan," she sighed a few minute later as they lay in each other's arms. "That was so fucking good."

"It was fantastic," he smiled.

"Stan," she whispered. "Do you think that Heather bitch could gin a blow-job like this?"

"No," he admitted with a broad gin, "But I'd sure like to get into her hot panties."

"You rotten prick," she wailed, playfully nipping at the tip of his limp cock with her teeth.