6
Jeannine was bent over his desk, facing him as he sat in his chair,
while Billy stood behind her, thrusting himself up into her cunt with strong,
eager strokes.
Billy had undressed her awkwardly but reverently, his hands trembling,
stopping after each garment was removed to touch and fondle the newly exposed
flesh, while she had stood quietly, smiling, and let him do as he liked. All the
while her eyes had been on Tom, and Tom's breathing had quickened as Billy had
gradually stripped her, even though he was familiar with every inch of that
beautiful body.
Billy's cock, which had been limp and shriveled when he had taken off
his own clothes, was soon rampantly erect, and when she was naked he had made an
ineffectual attempt to pull her down to the floor. But he had not objected when
she had turned and bent across Tom's desk, her ass high and thrusting, her legs
spread apart for him. He was willing to take her any way he could get her.
Now he was moving in and out of her with a hard but uncoordinated rhythm
which brought a grunt of pleasure from him on each forward lunge. Jeannine's
upper body was lying flat on the surface of the desk, her breasts crushed
beneath her and bulging outward at the sides. Her arms were stretched out in
front of her. Tom was holding her hands tightly in his, as they looked deeply
into each other's eyes.
"You're beautiful," Tom said softly.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, a bit breathlessly.
"My little girl is getting fucked," he said.
"Yes. Getting fucked. Do you like to see me getting fucked, Daddy?"
"I love it," he said. "How does it feel?"
"Nice," she said. "Because you're watching me, Daddy."
Billy moved harder, oblivious to their conversation, oblivious of
everything but the fantastic pleasure of her tight, clutching cunt.
"Are you going to come?" Tom said.
"Maybe," Jeannine said. "Would you like to see me come?"
"I always do," he said. "You're loveliest when you're coming."
"I'll come for you, then," she said.
"Not yet."
"No. Not yet."
Billy groaned.
"Billy's going to come soon," Tom said.
"Yes. He's not as good as you, Daddy."
Tom was breathing hard. "Do you know what I want to do?" he said.
Her eyes burned into his. "Yes, Daddy."
"I want to come. I want to come in your mouth. Your sweet, sexy mouth."
"It's yours, Daddy."
Tom stood up, letting go of her hands. She grasped the edge of the desk.
Tom unzipped his fly, and his cock sprang out, ready. Jeannine raised her head.
He leaned forward over the desk, pushing his hard prick toward her lips. Her
mouth opened just widely enough to take him in. He gave a soft sigh as his rigid
cock gradully disappeared between her rounded lips.
Jeannine began to make a sensuous, crooning sound around his prick as
she clasped it in her warm, soft mouth. He held himself still for a moment, the
tip of his prong pushing at her throat. He felt her tongue work lightly across
the underside of it.
He pulled himself back slowly, until only the head of it was still in
her mouth, then just as slowly pushed in again. "Your mouth," he breathed
softly. "My cock in your mouth. You're beautiful with your face full of cock.
Your Daddy's cock fucking your face."
She murmured something indistinct around his flesh, then made the
crooning noise again as he began to rock himself back and forth, back and forth,
gently but steadily screwing her marvelous mouth. Her tongue stroked him with
each movement.
"I'm going to come in my little girl's mouth," Tom said, panting a
little. "Shoot my come into your sweet, sucking mouth. While Billy shoots into
your cunt."
Billy indeed seemed ready to do just that. He was groaning loudly and
pounding himself hard against her outthrust rear with ever-increasing speed. The
rhythmic jolting of her body transmitted itself to Tom's prick, increasing the
incredible pleasure her mouth was giving him.
"Come for me, little girl," Tom said hoarsely. "Come for me now!"
Jeannine's moaning got louder. Her body began to writhe on the desk. Her
ass twisted. Tom's body rocked harder, faster. She never released the clasp of
her soft lips around him as her torso squirmed and rolled, and she drew sharp,
gasping breaths through her nose. His eyes glowed as he looked down at her
twisted face, her jerking body. "Beautiful!" he cried. "Oh, god! Beautiful...
coming...now!"
Jeannine gave a smothered cry and her body heaved with a series of
convulsive spasms. Tom heard Billy give a hoarse shout of completion, and at the
same time his own cock exploded, pouring his sperm in jet after jet down the
girl's wildly gulping throat.
