"Fuck-a-whipped-cream-suck!"offered Popsy.
"Shush!" scolded Debbie. "Lift up his legs," she told me.
"What for?"
"So I can get underneath. The book tells you how to take a man's balls in your mouth and actually suck him all the way home that way. Honest! Wow! I wanna try it that way. Popsy too. Right?" She yanked his stiff joint.
Boy! I thought. Debbie sure wasn't very observant! I had figured that out without having to read a book, and, although Deb didn't seem to have noticed, had sucked him off like that the very first time. Now we lifted his legs again, folded the knees back on his chest, as if he were a baby, and we were about to powder his doughy, fishbelly-white ass. Debbie held the spout to his cubes and let the cream fly. Popsy squealed. His nuts disappeared beneath the bubbly mountain of foam.
"There! Now lift his legs more."
Passively Popsy allowed us to manipulate him. His asshole gaped open. Debbie jiggled the can. Placing the spout to his anus, she pressed down, and spewed oodles of cream up his rectum while Popsy squealed and wiggled about the bed. Until Popsy was yipping and thrashing about like a fat puppy and even looked like a rabid Chihuahua down there.
"Wow!" announced Debbie. She bent to sample a gob of whipped cream with her tongue. "Ummm'!"
Popsy's dick jerked through the mess. I fell instantly upon it. I was by now so fucking worked up, so anxious to suck, so greedy to cum, I took the whole stiff little member in one hungry bite. Popsy's cubes had warmed the slippery cream. It was an odd taste. I gobbled it down and sighed at the wholesome taste of pure cock.
"Kathie, you fuck face!" Debbie wailed. "You didn't give me a chance to sprinkle on the jimmies."
It was quite an experience. First I sucked the cream off Popsy's joint… until the cream from within filled my mouth and throat… then Debbie took over and sucked his asshole and cubes. Popsy came again, shooting off in the air, a gob landing on the framed smiling photograph of the late Mrs. Simon. After that, while Popsy finger-fucked our assholes in unison, me and Debbie jellied up and lapped each other's gash and mound clean.
By suppertime, with most of the jellies and other treats gone-mixed with hot cum in our bellies-I was bloated and just about sucked out for the day. Not Debbie though. I watched her regrease Popsy's cock while I dressed. And by the time I was ready to leave, Popsy's half hard mini-peg was again in her mouth, nuts in her hand, and they were so busy, so absorbed in reaching a climax, neither saw me take the can of whipped cream and steal out of the room.
Outside the house, I paused. It was a beautiful evening. Across from the Simon place, the barbecuers were arriving, and Mr. George, the neighborhood standup-quickie champ, was setting the flame to the backyard charcoal pit. Down the block, across from our place, a hired boy was mowing the lawn with a mower that sounded like a rusty old outboard. I skipped down the street, the can of whipped cream clutched tight to my belly. I was thinking now about Tom… who Mummy and Daddy had invited to supper at our house.
"… Evlyn liked sucking cock better than fucking," Daddy was saying when I came in. He and Mummy were seated on the sofa. Mummy was wearing her velvet green hot pants-a new pair, lime green this time-a matching crop top, and was Sitting sideways, legs up, showing Tom her ass.
"Horseshit!" replied Tom from the armchair. He lighted a cigarette, tossed the match in the ashtray on the coffee table. "Sure, she liked copping a joint," he continued, billows of smoke pouring out as he spoke, "But lemme tell you, man-that was some hot little number spread eagled. Christ! I never got more than three feet inside the apartment before she was on me… hands at my fly… tearing my fuckin' clothes off. Half the time we screwed on the floor because she couldn't wait. And once I got in, man… half a dozen times before she'd unwind those long fuckin' legs and give me some air."
Mummy stifled a giggle.
"What's funny?" asked Tom.
"You! Half a dozen times? Ha! You couldn't pop off half a dozen times if you were screwing the Virgin Mary. I know, lover. You never came more than twice in the whole year you were fucking me."
Daddy saw me and coughed. He poked Mummy. She gaped.
It was a curious situation. There I was, in the midst of two men who knew every inch of my body, knew Mummy as intimately, and everyone wore a guilty look on their face. I moved to where Tom sat, perched my ass on the arm of the chair, and said, "Don't stop on account of me."
"Kathie!" Mummy gasped. "You heard?"
I nodded. Should I confess, I wondered. Should I come right out and tell her I was a cocksucker?
Mummy stared and stammered and reddened. "I… I… you shouldn't be… eavesdropping," she managed. "You… you're too young to… to… oh! This is horrible. I should have your father put you over his knee."
Boy! Would we ever like that! I thought: I looked from her to Daddy. He cautioned me with his eyes. I glanced back to Mummy. Impulsively, deciding to tell her about Tom but not about Daddy, I blurted, "Me and Tom did it. Last week. He came looking for you, but you were out, and my pussy was so fucking hot, and I knew about you and him, and-well, I sucked him off. You don't have to pretend on account of me."
A long silence followed. Everyone looked at everyone else and at me. It was sort of fun. I was beyond reproach by Daddy, beyond indignation by Mummy, and Tom, I suspected, was enjoying it as much as me. I glanced down. Sure enough… his cock was getting hard. Putting my arm around his neck, I threw my legs across his lap, set the can of whipped cream beside the ashtray on the coffee table, and planted my butt on his spike.
"Man!" groaned Tom, centering his prick on my ass.
"My little girl," whispered Mummy.
"Oh…! Fuck off!" I told her. "I like it as much as you do. More! Besides… Tom's cock wasn't the first one I sucked." I glanced significantly at Daddy. He was still watching me with that cautious look in his eye. "I've sucked four different joints," I added. "And been fucked in the ass twice by…"
Daddy almost choked. Hastily, he said, "It had to happen sooner or later, Nan. She's… ahhh… she's a stacked little minx, and you weren't much older when we fucked the first time. Jesus! I remember it like it was yesterday. Our first date… the car… parked in the woods at the lake. You said I was the first one. Christ! The first one! Then I opened your blouse… remember?" His hand covered her left tit, pinched the nipple. He, too, had a hard-on. "I thought you were going to stop me," he continued softly. "But when I undid your bra and mouthed that big salty peak, you sighed. and trembled and didn't object 'til I ran my hand up your skirt and touched your hot twat. Then you started to cry… remember?" He dropped his free hand to her thigh, inched up. His fingers dug hard into the crotch of the hot pants. But you still didn't stop me," he went on. "You wiggled down in the seat so I could get inside the panties. You opened your thighs. Jesus! You kissed my ear and pleaded with me not to hurt you."
Mummy seemed to have forgotten I was there. She closed her eyes, and, as if reliving the scene in the car, as if about to have her cherry taken, ' wiggled down on the sofa and opened her long gorgeous legs.
"Manoman!" Tom crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. His hand dove between my thighs. He squeezed.
"When I first felt your pussy," said Daddy, fingers stealing up the leg band of the velvet green hot pants, "I swore you were wearing a silk wig down there; So fucking soft. So-" his fingers dug in, making Mummy gasp and open wider-"Fucking hot! 'Remember that, Nan? Remember how I lifted your skirt and kissed outside the panties, then worked them down and almost died when I saw that beautiful wedge of blonde hair?" He abandoned her breasts and fumbled, none too steadily, with the clasp and zipper at her waist. "But the front seat was too small," he pursued in a gravelly voice. "That crazy little coupe… our first bed… on wheels. I told you to climb over into the back seat, and you started to… skirt up… half your ass out of the panties. I couldn't resist that. Christ! I buried my face in your ass while you cried and said, 'Not that way. No! Nooo!' I made you bend… milk-white buttocks high in the air. Then I took out my cock and made you reach back and feel."