Mary's cunt oil was already running again. She was turning the bronzed woman on, and the very thought of it got her hot! She opened her mouth again so that Penny could slide a swollen nipple into it. From the way Penny moaned and moved as Mary teased her nipple with teeth and tongue, the teenager could tell the whole area was extraordinarily sensitive.
Feverishly, Penny began to stroke and caress the supine blonde girl. Fingers petted her hair, then slithered along her neck, over her shoulders. Then Penny's touch was cool on Mary's arms, as if feeling the feminine fitness of the girl's biceps.
Penny moved her shoulders. Mary turned her face sideways. The billowy tit pressed down on her cheek. She took Penny's nipple between her teeth from the side. She nipped it gently, playing with it with her avid tongue. Penny sighed and stroked her harder. Mary could smell a heady tang and knew it was the odor of Penny's shaven cunt.
Mary's own cunt was alive and demanding attention. Her tits tingled with the need to be touched. Penny was still stroking her arms, and Mary hoped she'd stop that and play with her jugs before she went crazy. She was horny!
Suddenly hands clamped on Mary's arms, pulling them down. Mary opened her mouth to cry out, but her voice was muffled by the mass of jug that suddenly filled her face. The older woman's nipple quested into her mouth like a lover's tongue.
Mary's wrists were drawn together, behind her, beneath the board. Penny trapped both in one hand while she reached behind her. Her jug slipped out of Mary's mouth.
"Hey, what are you doing?" the teenager demanded. "What's going on?"
Penny picked up a jump rope from the floor, tied the shapely young blonde's wrists securely with it. Mary's shoulders were pulled back, jutting her proud tits at the ceiling. "Don't worry, darling," Penny said soothingly, running her hands over Mary's taut body. "It's just a little game we like to play. It won't hurt you. You'll love it!"
Mary eyed her suspiciously. She took Mary's tits in her hands and began to massage them. Mary lay back, closing her eyes.
Her experiences with being tied up before were bad. But she trusted Penny and Ed. They were such wholesome-looking people!
Penny leaned her weight on the smaller girl, crushing rock-hard nipples into the pillowy boobs.
She rolled the ample tits upwards on the girl's ribcage. Then she laid a warm forearm across the tits, holding them in place.
With one hand freed, Penny drew a strap across Mary's chest just under the girl's ripe jugs and cinched it tight. Mary gasped and tried to wriggle free. Penny released her boobs and the strap cut into them as she struggled.
"What's going on now?" the girl demanded.
Penny responded by pressing cool lips to her belly. The girl moaned involuntarily as Penny's tongue came out and began to lick downward. It wormed its way into the tawny bush covering her pussy mound, then slipped down to tease her cunt open with short, coquettish laps of its tip. Mary sighed and parted her thighs, pushing her pussy upwards to meet Penny's lips.
As an incredible knowing tongue devoured Mary's brimming cunt, Penny took hold of a strap dangling from the board. She pulled it up inside Mary's right thigh, then around and down, strapping it on the outside. In a delirium of ecstasy from Penny's skilled cunt-lapping, Mary scarcely noticed. At this point she didn't care anyway.
Ed and Penny knew their stuff where fucking was concerned. If they wanted to tie Mary up, that was fine with her! It was bound to feel good, whatever they did.
Penny repeated the process with Mary's other leg, so that her thighs were tied apart, straddling the board. Her feet rested on the floor. Penny continued to eat Mary's pussy, savoring the ripe rank smell of her cunt, the tickly feel of her soaked and matted cunt hair.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary's tits bounced beneath her T-shirt as she walked down the street. Her long golden hair hung in a ponytail down her back. The tan lengths of her legs were revealed in all their glory by the ultra-short cut-off jeans she wore.
She was conscious of the admiring stares of the men along the street, and the envious glares of the women she passed. She was hot stuff, young and lithe and lovely, and right now she was reveling in it with healthy youthful sensuality.
In her adolescent mind she was turning over fantasies of Kirk. Gentle, handsome Kirk. She saw them together, holding hands, strolling in green mountains, running ankle-deep through surf along a sea-shore. But most of all she saw them fucking, him taking her with that big beautiful cock in her dripping pussy, thrusting his prick between her eager lips. She could imagine the taste of Kirk's cock, meaty and salty, filling her mind and her mouth with his masculinity.
Mary bounced into the supermarket and made her purchases, lost in her erotic daydreams. She went through the check-out line oblivious of the two plump matrons who stood behind her, shooting disapproving glares at her. Mechanically, she paid the checker, scooped her small bag of groceries into her arms, and walked out with her asscheeks rubbing together.
One of the fat middle-aged ladies sniffed haughtily. "These young people today," she said through her nose, "I just don't see what they think they're proving with all this… this wanton display!"
Her companion tut-tutted. "The permissive generation," she huffed. "That Mr. Castle is right. Our morals are decaying badly. I'm glad we have such an upright man for our District Attorney. Aren't you, Charles?"
The last she addressed to the clerk, a lean stoop-shouldered man in his middle years. He woke up abruptly from his fantasy. In the fantasy the blonde girl had been kneeling before him, dressed only in a frilly apron and a maid's lace bonnet, and she had been pleading with him not to use the riding crop in his left hand on her tender, welted buttocks. Her pleading was about to take on a more substantial note as she leaned forward, cradling his cock in her hands, guiding it worshipfully toward her parted, red lips…
"What?" he sputtered. "Oh, uh – yes, yes indeed. Shameful." He watched as the electric door shut behind the blonde's lasciviously twitching ass. A whiff of perfume hung on the air, an elusive tang of aroused adolescent pussy.
The sun beat down on the girl's shoulders. The sidewalk was hot enough to feel through the soles of her high-thonged sandals. Mary didn't notice. She was lost in a dream.
Oh yes, Kirk, she was thinking. "Just stick that great big cock up my little pussy. Oh, hurry! I need you so badly." Her eyes fastened on the erect staff of prick, marveling again at its size and splendor.
It didn't matter that she was convinced, deep down inside, that she would never see the bearded youth again. She had fallen for him, hard. He was with her day and night, fucking and fondling her in her sex fantasies.
It kept her mind off what she was. The things she was forced to do.
Mentally, she wrapped feverish hands around the big stiff cock. She could feel it radiate heat, could feel the pulse already beginning to speed at her erotic touch. She spread her soft thighs, lying back on a bed with silken sheets, steering the huge, inflated head of Kirk's prick to the gaping, drooling mouth of her pussy.
"Miss?" a voice called. Vaguely, Mary became aware that a car was coasting in towards the curb beside her. She kept her head erect and walked on without looking. She tried to recapture the sweet carnality of her sex dream. But her heart was pounding.
"Miss," the masculine voice came again. Mary quickened her steps. A lovely, blonde girl with her tits flopping free and her ripe ass barely covered by her cut-offs could not be indifferent to being cruised by strange men in an automobile. She was a target, even in broad daylight.
Was she about to be snatched off the street and raped?
With a purring of its engine the car slid ahead of her. It pulled in to the curb and the engine stopped. Mary's heart jumped into her throat as she got a look at it – it was a police car.