Pete pushed upward, his cudgel disappearing in Olive's mouth. He could feel the back of her throat and the touch of it brought the blood rushing to the head of his instrument. Her pulling mouth brought intense pleasure to his whole body, but especially to his organ, now laved to a slick harness, curved like some thick sickle of flesh. Her mouth tightened around his cock and he pushed in and out slowly, letting the warm feeling flow through him. As her lips sucked on his reddening organ, she swabbed the head of it with her coarse tongue, describing a circular movement as she did so.
She was surprised at herself. She was surprised that she could take so much of that long hard prick into her mouth. She felt that she could swallow its full length and pull it into her belly, attack her womb from a different direction. But she nearly gagged several times when she took too much of him. She did not let Pete know this, though. She blinked back the tears that came and continued her sucking. The salt-lemon taste of his discharge brought a thrill to her. She sucked at this and savored it on the tip of her tongue. The more she sucked the stuff away, the more seeped back out, it seemed. She liked it too when Pete upthrust his hips and drove his shaft against the back of her throat. She knew she was sucking him good
and the feeling made her clit tremble inside her soaked pussy like some rung belltongue at the bottom of the sea.
She reached down tenderly and cupped his hairy balls in her hand. She began to gently massage the slack flesh of his sack as her mouth went up and down over his smooth wet prick. She kneaded his nuts in her hand and then moved her fingers underneath his nuts in her hand and then moved her fingers underneath his scrotum. She felt his body respond to this new touching and encouraged, she let her finger wander further underneath him. She found the narrow passageway from his sack to his anus and her fingernail probed the tight hole that lay like a puckered crater between the nates.
"Ummmmm," Pete moaned, and thrust upward with his hips.
Olive tightened her lips and took almost all of his flare-red prick into her throat. Her finger probed still further and when Pete's ass came down, she slid her finger inside his asshole. She found that she could control his movements by asserting pressure at this point and make his loins rise and fall as she wished. It became a delightful novelty to her. She fingered him as though she were working on a woman's pussy and slid her finger in and out of his asshole. Pete squirmed and wriggled on her finger like a goosed young girl and every time he moved, Olive took more of his cock into her sucking mouth.
"You're an artist," he told her. "You are already an expert at lovemaking in your teens, Olive. There are damn few grown women who know how to make a man this happy."
Olive gurgled with delight, his cudgel buried halfway down her throat. She tried to thank him but she would not release his throbbing cock from her suckling grip on it.
Pete reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. He gave the back of her neck a gentle squeeze as if to say, "That's all right. Don't stop. Just keep sucking me."
Olive got the silent message and although her jaw was tired from the constant use of the muscles, she renewed her oral lovemaking.
Nor did she neglect her anal probing. The combined effort produced a rapport between the two that was even stronger than before. Olive's body began to perspire as she found new strength. Her mouth became more rubbery as she swished her saliva over his prick and sucked it in and out. Her tongue lapped up his juices as fast as they came while her finger went deeper and deeper into his now distended asshole.
Pete took her hand in his hands and wrenched it as he felt his sperm ready to explode. "I-I'm coming, sweet," he whispered.
Olive gurgled and shot her finger deeper into his ass. She sucked harder on him. As she felt his cock grow even larger she bobbed her head up and down on his joint in quicker rhythm. She now took his prick very deep into her throat, tongued the tip of it more vigorously and sucked at it with more suction.
"That's it, Olive. I'm almost there."
Her head moved faster up and down. His cock disappeared like a freight train going into a tunnel, and like on a crazy film, reversing the action -in and out, in and out.
He could not last under such conditions. And he didn't.
He moaned as his hot seed shot up the tube and splashed against the back of Olive's throat. "Jesus," he groaned.
Olive gurgled as his cock spat milkets all over the inside of her mouth.
The taste, like that of almonds, gave Olive a deep satisfaction. She gladly took all he had in him and sucked him for more.
The head of Pete's cock became extremely sensitive and he winced when Olive's lips touched the tender part. Exhausted and satisfied, he lay back and pulled Olive close to him. She turned, her mouth full of his sperm, and lay beside him. She swallowed as much of his come as she could, then kissed him. Their tongues intertangled as they explored each other's mouth.
"That was good, Olive," he whispered when they broke.
"Thank you, Pete," she said. "It was a new experience for me."
"I'm sure it was. I hope it won't be the last."
"Me too," she chuckled. Then, "Pete…?"
"Yeah?"
"I-I want you inside me. Will you be able to? "
He laughed and put his hand on her damp nest reassuringly. "Sure. Anytime. In a minute or two."
"That soon? I want you very much."
"Keep your fingers crossed."
"But not my legs."
"No," he smiled, "not your legs."
She reached over and took his limp organ in her hands then, and played with it vigorously so as to arouse it.
True to his promise, it was not long before Pete was again ready. His stout prick became born to the edge of rocket explosion. The rhythm they had set up was self-protecting, however. Each time he would feel like it might be over for them, he would reach the top of a swell, crest it outside in the cooling air and when his passion had partially subsided, he'd plunge down into the pulsing squeezing depths of her pussy again.
"Olive, dearest," he whispered, "this is the best ever. The best I've ever had."
"Mmmmm," Cathy murmured.
"You're really caught up in it, aren't you?" he asked, wondering why she didn't speak.
"Unh huh," Cathy gasped.
Her heart was pounding with the exquisite thrill of his words. He had told her that she was the best. The best! Better even than her mother! She had never expected anything like this! Not that she was competing, she told herself, but she was younger. She was prettier. And her father had said that this was the best he had ever had. She wanted to shout out in the dark of the cabin that she was his daughter. She wanted to scream, "Fuck me, fuck me, daddy!" and then hold his cock inside her until it spilled over with fresh hot seed.
She successfully stifled her wild impulses, however, and kept up the new rhythmic fuck-time they had found. But it nearly broke her heart that she couldn't tell her father how much she loved him, right now, as he lay on her soft body stroking her cunt with his huge swollen cock.
Pete was too caught up with his own good feelings to realize that he was mounting his own daughter. He had felt this way while balling Olive anyway and the last image he had was of Olive's face. Otherwise he might have understood that this was not Olive beneath him, but Cathy, his daughter.
He found his thoughts intermingling. Part of them concerned Cathy, part concerned Olive. He tried to envision the young pussy he was pronging. He exulted in the way it held his cock firmly, yet seemed to be enlarging as if to pull him deeper into its warming depths.
Once or twice, his cock brought a stab of pain to Cathy's pussy. Rather than resent it, however, she enjoyed it. She almost gave a cry of pain once when he rammed forward to jab painfully against the blunt, solid end of her cervix. She flung her legs wide to alleviate the hurt, her toes curling and digging into the mattress.