Neighborhood orgy

CHAPTER EIGHT

That night in the boathouse with Rico and Debbie started a new chapter in the sexual escapades of Karen Jordan. As soon as Tracy Wellman returned from her trip, Karen hired her to babysit two or three times a week so she could carry on her orgies with Rico and his niece, and when Rick returned from his business trip, Karen introduced him to the uncle and niece. Soon the four of them were fucking up a storm every afternoon, with Tracy becoming a daily babysitter. Tracy didn't mind, as the pay was good and she was constantly hoping that Jeff Jordan would come home early some afternoon and lick her pussy again.

When Rico, Rick, Debbie and Karen decided to go away for the weekend on a four-way fuck-fest, the young housewife told her husband she was going to visit her aunt.

"That's alright," he said in a disappointed voice. "But Friday night is my turn to have the poker party and without you taking care of the baby it will be complete chaos."

"Well," suggested Karen, afraid he wouldn't let her go. "Why not have Tracy come over and mind the baby? She could stay in the guest room and even help you with the refreshments."

"Do you think she would?" he asked, thinking how much fun it would be to lick Tracy's sweet twat again.

"I'll call her mother," Karen said.

When she returned a few minutes later, she told Jeff that it was agreeable with both Tracy and Francine for the girl to stay over and help with the poker party as well as the baby. Jeff was highly pleased with the thought of the hot-assed nymphet spending the night alone with him in the house, but didn't express his pleasure to Karen.

Shortly after his wife departed that Friday evening, Jeff was in the kitchen when the phone rang.

"Hello," he answered.

"Hi, Jeff," came the sultry voice on the other end of the line. "This is Francine."

His cock stirred in his pants at the sound of the passionate brunette's voice.

"I hear your wife's gone for the weekend," she continued when he didn't answer.

"That's right," he stammered excitedly.

"This is a real coincidence," Francine giggled. "My husband's out of town for a week and my cunt is just dying to be fucked by that hard cock of yours."

"My cock would love to oblige," he blurted out, recalling what a delicious fuck she was.

"Good," she whispered. "Why don't you slip over to my place when your poker party is over? Tracy can mind the baby for you."

"That sounds like a winner," he stammered excitedly.

"Fine," she cooed. "I'll keep the bed nice and warm until you get here."

By the time he'd hung up the phone, Jeff had a raging hard-on that hadn't abated when Tracy arrived to help him with the baby and party. The sight of the nubile sex-kitten in her short skirt didn't relieve the situation. Her slim bare thighs and hard braless nipples poking out saucily against the thin material of her dress was almost more than the already excited man could take.

"Hi, Mr. Jordan," she smiled up at him, her big dark eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've come to spend the night with you."

"So I understand," he stammered, blushing at her innuendo.

"Are you gonna lick my pussy?"

"Maybe," he grinned at the horny nymphet.

"Good," Tracy whispered. "Then I'll suck you off 'cause I still haven't tasted jizz."

"For now," smiled Jeff, his cock lurching wildly in his pants, "I think you'd better take care of the baby."

"Okay," she smiled, turning to leave the room. "But I still expect you to fill my mouth with cum-cream."

Watching her cute ass jiggling under her short skirt, Jeff could feel his bunting cock throbbing with anticipation. It was then that he remembered that he'd promised to spend the night with the kid's mother.

"Shit," he thought to himself. "I'll diddle around with Tracy for a while and then go over and fuck the hell out of her mother." This was going to prove to be one of the greatest nights of his life.

When the girl had attended to the baby, she came back into the kitchen and helped Jeff arrange snacks for the poker game. Karen had taken great pains to prepare them before she left.

"Do you know how to mix drinks?" he suddenly asked her.

"Shit, yes," she giggled, "I always help with the drinks when mom and dad have a party."

"Good," Jeff grinned. "Then you can be the complete hostess tonight."

"Okay," laughed the girl, jumping up and sitting on the sink top. "D'you wanna lick my pussy before they get here? I'm not wearing any panties."

Glancing up between her soft open thighs, he could see her sweet pink slit glistening with a thin film of pussy-juice. Her wet young cunt looked delicious.

"Come on," she whispered, lifting her legs and parting her thighs. "Lick my pussy."

Jeff was just starting to lower his face down into the sweet damp warmth of her smoldering loins when the doorbell rang.

"Oh, shit," she sighed, jumping down from the counter.

When Jeff answered it, Bob Fletcher and Frank Andrews were standing there.

"Come on in," Jeff grinned, "and I hope you brought lots of money. I feel lucky tonight."

"Me, too," laughed Bob as they walked into the room. "But Wentworth can't make it."

"Oh shit," sighed Jeff in a disappointed voice. "Three-handed poker is no fun."

"We can play black jack," Frank suggested.

"Sure," said Bob. "I can get your money playing any game."

"Okay," smiled the host. "What's your pleasure?"

"Bourbon and water," order Frank.

"The usual," answered Bob. "Scotch on the rocks."

When Jeff had gone into the kitchen to give Tracy their order, the two men seated themselves at the card table. Bob Fletcher was a handsome dark-haired young man of about the same age as Jeff. Frank Andrews, Jeff's immediate supervisor at work, was a big man in his early forties with a florid complexion and thick sandy hair.

When Jeff returned a moment later, they settled down with the cards, each man anticipating a winning night. They had been meeting to play cards every other Friday for over a year and the winnings had been spread pretty evenly among them.

Bob was just starting to deal when Tracy entered the room with the drinks. The girl was pleased at the way the two men ogled her young body. A girl of fourteen is always flattered by attention from older men.

"Who the hell is that cute broad?" she heard Frank ask when she'd returned to the kitchen.

"Our babysitter," Jeff answered as Tracy listened by the crack of the door.

"Jesus," Bob gasped. "That's real eatin' stuff."

"Cool it, guys," laughed Jeff.

"She could babysit for me every night, and I don't even have a fuckin' baby."

Listening excitedly to them from the kitchen, Tracy wondered what kind of a fuck the big sandy-haired man would be, and when she returned a few moments later she purposely rubbed her firm young tits against his shoulder when she placed one of the plates down next to him.

"Sorry," she smiled, "I'm so darn clumsy at times."

"That's all right," he grinned, patting her lightly on the ass. "You can bump into me any time."

As the evening progressed, and with the aid of several drinks, the men were getting louder and their language more profane. Tracy was getting a big laugh out of the dirty jokes she was listening to through the door. Their language and sexual talk was exciting the super-horny girl and she began wondering how it would feel to be balled by all three men tonight.

Returning to them with another round of drinks, she purposely stood close to Frank Andrews as she placed the glasses on the table. An excited tingle rippled through her loins when she felt his fingers graze lightly against her bare inner thigh while she was bending over with the tray.

"Honey," he slurred. "You're gonna be quite a broad when you grow up."

"I'm quite a broad now," she teased, indicating the kitchen with her eyes.

She had barely propped herself up on the sink top when Frank lumbered in on the pretext of wanting a glass of water. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the girl's slippery wet slit obscenely exposed between her open thighs.

"Is there something I can do for you?" she innocently asked.

He continued staring at her pink, moist cunt through bleary eyes.

"What's the matter?" she teased, reaching down and suggestively parting her cunt lips with her fingers. "Haven't you ever seen a pussy before?"

Still unable to speak, he slowly walked toward her, his glazed eyes riveted on the girl's hair-fringed slit.

"Touch it," she whispered, taking his hand and pressing his finger into the warm moistness of her dripping pussy. "I may be just a teenager, but you'll never find a hotter cunt anywhere."

"My God," he spoke for the fist time, plunging his middle finger up into the scalding wet flesh of the girl's twat.

"D'ya like my pussy?" she teased, kicking off her sandal and rubbing her bare toes against the big bulge in the front of his pants.

Their tryst was interrupted by shouts from the other room. "Hey, Frank, hurry up. It's your deal."

"Go on," she giggled, hopping down from the sink, "I'll take care of your cock in a while."

Rushed and dazed, the big florid-faced man reeled out of the room, his stiff dick pounding like a sledgehammer in his pants, the warm wet pussy juice on his hand from fingering that cute kid's dripping pussy. Picking up the cards to deal, his hands were trembling like a leaf. He couldn't believe that the beautiful girl had allowed him to fondle her sweet young cunt, and had even promised to take care of his cock a later.

After serving the next round of drinks, Tracy boldly sat down on the arm of Frank Andrews' chair. Squirming around and opening her thighs, she deliberately exposed her naked pussy to Bob Fletcher, who was sitting just to the right of them. She was pleased at the excited expression on the handsome young man's face when he first glimpsed her hair-fringed slit. When his eyes flicked up to her face, Tracy smiled and gave him a bold, encouraging wink. She spread her thighs even wider and began squirming around on the arm of the chair, causing her wet slippery cunt-lips to open and close against each other.

Realizing that she had the man thoroughly aroused, the girl stood up and gave him a slow wink, nodding suggestively toward the kitchen. When she'd gone, Bob Fletcher stared blankly at his cards, unable to tell one from the other. After waiting a few moments, he excused himself, saying he, too, needed a glass of water.

Entering thee kitchen, he was dumbfounded to see the girl standing completely naked in the middle of the room.

"Are you a kind of a nut?" he gasped, shocked.

"Nope," she giggled, taking his hands and pressing them over her firm conical boobs. "I just wanted you to play with my titties."

"You're just a kid," he whispered, his fingers squeezing and tweaking her erect nipples.

"I might be a kid," she giggled, reaching down and gently caressing the hard lump in his crotch, "but I sure gave you a fuckin' hard-on."

Excitedly fondling her tits, the man made no resistance as she lowered his zipper and gently pulled out his big hard dong. Tracy's body shuddered with excitement at the feel of his rigid prick pulsating in her fingers. Slowly sliding his foreskin up and down his shaft, she pressed the length of his prick against the soft warm flesh of her bare stomach.

"God," she whispered. "I'd love to feel your hot jizz squirting all over my belly."

"Oh, Christ," he sobbed, throwing his arms around her and crushing the girl's deliciously naked body against his. "You'd better go back in there now," she smiled, leaning down and flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock. "We'll have a real party in a while."

Neither Bob Fletcher nor Frank Andrews could concentrate on the game as Jeff began dealing a new hand. Their concentration was soon completely shattered when the naked teen entered the room and stood behind Jeff.

"Mr. Jordan," she said, rotating her hips and cunt suggestively in front of the excited men. "I think your friends want to play a new game."

"What are you talking about?" he asked in a sharp voice, irritated by the girl's interruption.

"Well," she whispered, dipping her finger into her wet slit and teasingly licking it with her tongue. "I'm sure they want to play another game. How about it guys?"

"Shit, yes," Bob gasped.

"Me, too," the other answered.

"What do you want to play?" Jeff asked his guests.

"They want to play with me," Tracy giggled, throwing her naked body into Jeff's lap. "Come on, guys, start playin'."

Both excited men made a lunge for her. Bob frantically thrust his finger up her hot open slit and Frank made a grab for her quivering titties while she writhed her naked bum around over Jeff's cock. Within seconds she could feel his dick throbbing beneath his pants against her sweet naked ass.

"Okay, gang," she giggled, pushing them away as she struggled to her feet. "Take your clothes off. I'm not gonna be the only bare-assed person in the room."

Within a matter of seconds, three naked men were facing her with their gloriously hard cocks waving majestically into the air. "They're three beauties," she smiled excitedly. "Now all of you sit down on that couch."

When they were seated, with Jeff in the center, the cock-crazy girl knelt down in front of Bob. Gently wrapping her fingers around the base of his prick-shaft, she began licking the entire surface of his big shiny cock-head.

"Oh my God," he gasped, feeling her soft moist tongue gliding wetly over the sensitive flesh of his throbbing knob.

The other two men were staring bug-eyed as they watched Bob's big cock-head slip noisily into her hot slurping mouth.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned as the girl sucked deep and hard on his quivering dick.

Half crazed with the taste and feel of his hard, fleshy prick in her mouth, Tracy began bobbing her head frantically up and down, taking his cock deep against the back of her throat with every plunge.

Bob was lunging and jerking about like an insane man when she suddenly released his quivering dong from her mouth.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" he sobbed when she moved to the other end of the couch where Frank was seated, lustily stroking his own steel-hard prick.

"Don't worry," the girl called back to Bob. "I'm gonna finish you off, but I've got to make Mr. Andrews stop playing with himself."

Dropping to her knees in front of the sandy-haired man, she covered his big purple knob with her sweet wet lips.

"God Almighty!" he roared when he felt the deep intense suction of her mouth. It felt like she was sucking his asshole right up through his shaft. Frank had enjoyed plenty of blow-jobs, but he'd never been sucked with more fervor and gusto than he was getting from this nymphet.

Just when he thought he was ready to fill her hungry mouth with cum, the girl released his cock and stood up.

"Don't worry," she whispered to the hot trembling man. "I'll finish you off as soon as I take care of Mr. Jordan."

Moving over in front of Jeff, Tracy turned her back to him and straddled his thighs. Slowly squatting, she lowered her rosy bum down toward his throbbing dick. Jeff didn't fully realize what the girl was up to until he felt his cock sliding up between her slippery hot cunt-lips, and then it was too late. Before he knew what was happening, Tracy let herself drop, driving his big man-sized prick all the way up into her hot belly. The bigness of Jeff's cock spearing up into her almost virginal cunt ripped her with an intense, but momentary pain. The only cock she'd ever had in her twat was Chuck's, the young gardener, and his prick was much smaller than Jeff's. The trembling girl sat perfectly motionless for several moments, waiting for the searing pain to subside. As she gradually became accustomed to the massive cock that was buried in her tight fuck-hole, the girl began slowly rotating her pussy around the base of his shaft, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his fantastic dong stirring deep in her cock-hungry guts.

Jeff had no intention of ever screwing Tracy, but once he felt the hot tightness of her young cunt squeezing against his cock, he had no intentions of stopping her. Grasping the hard pricks of the two men sitting on either side of them, Tracy began sliding up and down over Jeff's deeply embedded rod.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," she sobbed, feeling the delicious thickness of his meaty prick plowing in and out of her tingling pussy. "God, Mr. Jordan, your cock feels so fuckin' good."

Unable to stand it, Frank Andrews jumped up in front of the girl and guided his throbbing dong toward her open, gasping mouth. Wild with excitement, the girl began avidly sucking on his shaft as she bounced deliriously up and down on Jeff's cock. It was then that Bob jumped up and tried to insert his cock into the girl's already prick-filled mouth. Still bouncing frantically on Jeff's magnificent dong, she began sucking alternately on the two big pricks she was holding. She'd suck on one while she stroked the other, then she'd reverse the procedure.

The three men were almost out of their minds with lust as the bouncing girl rapidly approached her climax. The fantastic feel of Jeff's big rod plunging in and out of her pulsating cunt was bringing her nearer and nearer to that moment.

It was like a wild dream when Jeff fired his hot load of jizz up deep into her cunt, triggering her unbelievable orgasm. As if by a pre-arranged signal, Frank's delicious hot cum-juice began gushing into her mouth while Bob's jizz splattered warmly all over her face, neck and tits.

It was at that moment that Tracy saw her mother walking through the front door.

"Hi, mom," she grinned, jumping to her feet.

Francine just stared at her daughter. Big gobs of Jeff's jizz were oozing out of the girl's pussy and dripping down her inner thighs. Her hair, face, tits and belly were saturated with Bob's fuck-cream and a rivulet of Frank's cum was dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"What are you doing over here?" Tracy asked.

"I came to see what was keeping Jeff," Francine smiled. "Now I see."

"Hey, mom," the girl giggled. "Take your clothes off. These guys are neat."

"Why not," the luscious brunette smiled. "I'm ready for a few good fucks."

It was almost dawn before the guests left and Jeff took mother and daughter to bed with him.