Looking over his shoulder, she was surprised to notice the front door of the house open. For an instant she wondered who else had been invited to the wild orgy. And then she saw her parents standing there, framed in the doorway.
"What the hell is going on here?" her mother demanded.
Tina felt a great hollow feeling settle in her stomach.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Get out!" Mrs. Morgan shouted. "Dammit, get out of my house!"
She stormed about the living room, randomly throwing clothes at Steve and Larry and Curt. She cursed at Steve, telling him she should call the police and have him sent up for rape. Suddenly she shut up and sat down on the couch, sobbing almost silently. Nobody spoke until Cindy and the three young men were out of the house.
"I think you three have some explaining to do," Mrs. Morgan said almost calmly to the three young people who were silently putting their clothing back on.
"Gosh, Mom," Peter said, zipping up his pants, "I don't think what we were doing is all that wrong."
"What? Why you-you pervert! My God, I have a pervert for a son!"
Mr. Morgan stifled a chuckle from where he stood leaning against a wall. Marcia looked up at him and was surprised to see how boldly he was staring at her exposed tits. She remembered the argument she had overheard the previous night and thought about how horny he probably was.
"I don't see what's so funny, Carl!" Mrs. Morgan shouted at her husband. "I suppose you think it's perfectly all right for your own children to have no concept of morality!"
"I don't think that, Ellen," he said gently.
"Mrs. Morgan, I'm really sorry about what happened," Marcia said. "I feel like it's..."
"You just shut up, you little tramp!" Mrs. Morgan said bitterly. "This whole thing is all your fault. God knows what sorts of perversions they teach you at that scummy, shitty orphanage. Go pack your bags -- we're taking you back there immediately!"
"It's not Marcia's fault, Mom," Tina said. "It was just as much my fault."
"Why are you guys back so soon?" Peter asked his father.
"The land development thing fell through. Some of the guys at the agency are trying to put the blame on me because it was more or less my responsibility." He was silent for a moment. "I could lose my job," he said finally.
"I thought we had agreed not to tell them that, Carl," Mrs. Morgan said sternly to her husband.
"If they're old enough to fuck they're old enough to know we might have some tight times ahead of us, Ellen."
"Carl, watch your language!"
Mr. Morgan laughed. "Don't mind your mother, children," he said. "She's just upset whenever she sees somebody enjoying sex. She thinks everybody should hate it just because she does."
If a bomb had exploded in the living room, it could not have upset frigid Ellen Morgan to a greater extent. She cursed, yelled, kicked over the coffee table and stormed out of the house, shouting something about staying at her mother's until she hired a good lawyer.
"I'm going to go lie down for awhile," Mr. Morgan said. "You kids clean this mess up okay?"
Marcia watched his stooped, sad figure as he walked down the hallway. She wondered how it would be to lie beneath the older man, how it would feel to have his mature cock pounding into her tight pussy. She wondered how it would feel to cum with him.
The three teenagers quickly went about cleaning up the living room. When they were finished they sat together on the couch. Tina put her hand between her thighs and slowly began to rub herself.
"God, I'm still horny."
Peter looked blankly over at his cute sister and put his hand down between her thighs. He pushed her hand out of the way and began to rub her crotch, pressing his fingers against her pussy through the fabric of her jeans. He had been admiring her trim little body all day long and more than once had wondered what it would have been like to feel those slender legs wrapped around his back.
"You're a foxy little thing, Tina," he said, continuing to rub her cunt.
"And you're a pretty well-hung stud, Peter," she replied with a girlish giggle.
"I think we should get together sometime and indulge in a little incest."
"How about right now?" she said, reaching over and grasping the hard lump inside his pants.
He quickly stood and, pulling her to her feet, dragged her down the hall to his bedroom. The thought of fucking his own sister excited him no end and he knew he would cum in a flash.
Once inside his bedroom, with the door securely locked behind them, Peter quickly tore his clothing off. He sat on the bed and watched as his sister stripped before his eyes.
Her tits were remarkably tiny, but even that excited him -- she was so damn young. He couldn't wait to feel her pussy wrapped tightly around his hard shaft.
She was completely naked now, and stood before him with an impish little grin on her face. Site walked up to where he sat, hunching forward on the bed, and gently pulled his face to her pussy. She squatted down a little bit so she could spread her thighs far enough apart for him to push his tongue into her little cunt.
Her musky smell overpowered the young boy. Excited, he attacked her pussy with a lusty frenzy, darting his tongue here and there, sucking and kissing with a passion he had never before experienced. Her cunt-flesh was so wonderfully soft, so womanly. He knew he could not wait much longer to get his prick inside of her and fuck away until they both came.
"Yeah, eat your sister's pussy, Peter. Kiss that cunt, baby -- make me cum!"
He kissed her pussy for only a few more moments, then jerked his head back.
"Tina, shit, I'm so fucking horny, dam it. I just gotta fuck you!"
She laughed and fell down on her knees between his parted, hairy thighs. Still laughing, she lowered her head down over his loins and, lips pursed, kissed his hard cock. She opened her mouth wide and took his prick inside her warm orifice. She loved the way it rubbed against her sensitive tongue. And she loved the moans which emerged from him.
"Tina, fuck, that's so fucking great, baby -- unnnnnggggg, Christ, suck that cock!"
He lunged his hips upward, burying his prick all the way down her throat. She slapped her tongue against it as it pulsated in her mouth. Peter knew he was going to cum almost immediately but he didn't want to shoot his load down her throat -- he had to have her pussy.
"Tina, stop, please, I just gatta fuck you!" She pulled her mouth up off his cock-shaft, nibbling and sucking at him as she did so. She quickly climbed up onto the bed and fell over on her back. She cocked her knees up in the air and spread her thighs as wide as possible.
Peter looked down at her cunt-slit, thinking of how it would feel to be inside her. He maneuvered between her thighs and pushed his cock into her. His prick slid in all the way on the first try, she was so wet and ready to fuck. Her pussy was unbelievably tight. The way it squeezed around his cock was excruciatingly pleasurable, and he knew he would cum in no time at all.
"God, Peter, fuck that pussy of mine, baby. Christ, fuck me with that big piece of cockmeat!"
"Yeah, I'll fuck your pussy, honey. I'll fuck it until we both cum!"
He pulled his hard prick back out of her cunt and shoved it in just as quickly. He fucked her noisily and rapidly, like a crazed animal, thrusting in and out of her with all the strength he could muster. He looked down into her face as he fucked her. She was red with excited heat and her eyes were rolled upward in their sockets so all he could see were little white slits through her partially closed eye lids.
"Fuck, so tight, so fucking tight!"
She had her legs wrapped around him, the heels of her feet digging into his hairy asscheeks. He loved the way it felt to have her thighs pressing against his sides. He never would have thought that fucking his own sister could be so great.
Humping and bucking wildly on the bed, his sister panted out words of lust. The words excited the young boy no end and he closed his eyes and thought only of the tight pussy squeezing around his cock like some wonderful velvet vi
se. He knew he could fuck her all day and all night for years and not get enough of her little cunt.
"Peter, Peter, just keep doing it to me, honey, just keep fucking my pussy. Unnnggg! Christ, baby, it's so fucking good! God, so good!"
"Yeah, yeah, good, Tina, I'll keep fucking you, baby. Fuck, I'll screw this little pussy of yours whenever you want!"
Peter felt his balls grow heavy as they filled with hot jism. He was on the verge of cumming and he knew it. Part of him wanted to cum immediately, but another part wanted to stave off the wondrous feeling for as long as possible.
"I'm gonna cum, Peter. Shit here goes, God. Fuck, I'm cumming, baby! I'm fucking cumming!"
His little sister wildly rammed her pelvis up into his for long moments, then moaned loudly and collapsed on the bed, panting and grunting. He continued to fuck her but she mewled aloud as if she were in pain.
"Are you okay?" he managed to pant out, pausing in mid-fuck as he did so.
"Yes, God yes, better than ever, doll; Christ, don't stop, just keep fucking me!"
Again he fucked her, stroking his long cock in and out of her, slowly and with great care now, thinking of how good it felt and how he would fuck her all the time from now on.
Her tits were pushing against his chest and her legs were wrapped around his back. Her pussy clung so tightly to his prick he thought he was going to cum right then.
"Tina, fuck, this is it, baby, this is fucking it!"
Lost in ecstasy, the young boy felt the hot load of jism shoot out the head of his cock into his sister's tight pussy. Again and again he spurted into her, draining himself completely. It was completely unlike any sexual experience he had had that day, and he had had quite a few of them. There was something so tremendously sexy about fucking his own sister...
"That was great, Peter," Tina moaned.
He mumbled an agreement and pulled his wet prick out of her cute little cunt.
"I wonder if I can get you horny again," the young girl whispered huskily, putting her hand down to her brother's cock.
"If you try real hard, I think you can," he said with a laugh.
CHAPTER NINE
Marcia watched herself in the bathroom mirror as she carefully applied her make-up. She had the face of a sexy little nymphet and she knew it. She knew it was a face that Mr. Morgan, or Carl, as she should start thinking of him, would love to kiss. She thought of all the things the older man would like to do to her. She imagined him running his strong hands over her tits, imagined him pulling down her panties and planting a kiss on her triangular patch of pubic hair. She imagined him spreading her thighs and burying his hard cock in her cunt.
Pleased with her appearance, she left the bathroom and walked silently down the hallway. As she passed Tina's bedroom, she heard the sounds of people fucking and grinned at the thought of how horny those two kids were.
The Morgans' bedroom door was closed when she came to it. She rapped on it and waited for Carl to invite her in.
"Who is it?" the handsome older man called out.
"Marcia. I, uh, I'd like to talk to you."
"Come in."
She slipped into the bedroom and slowly shut the door behind her. Carl was stretched out on the bed, his large hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way and she admired his thick black hair. She longed to curl up against that fuzzy pelt and play with him for the rest of the afternoon.
"I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about what happened today," the young girl said.
"It's not your fault, Marcia."
The dark-haired nymphet moved next to the bed, waiting for the older man to invite her to sit down. When he didn't, she sat down on the bed anyway, thinking of how much nicer it would be to lay on the bed. All in good time, she told herself, resisting the urge to leap upon Carl's big body.
"Are you going to send me back to the orphanage, Mr. Morgan?" she asked in her best little girl voice.
"I don't know what the hell I'm going to do about anything, Marcia."
"Oh, Mr. Morgan, I don't want to go back to that place. I like it so much more here!"
Marcia held her head in her hands as if she were stifling back tears. Carl immediately sat up on the bed and moved next to her. He put his arm around her and comforted her.
"Hey, don't cry, Marcia. Whatever you do, just don't cry. You're a good kid, honey, you'll make it no matter what happens."
She rested her head on his massive, hairy chest. His smell was overpoweringly sexy, lusty and manly. He wished he would throw her down on the bed and fuck her!
"Oh, Mr. Morgan, I feel so incredibly terrible about everything. Gosh, I didn't mean to make you and Mrs. Morgan fight."
"That's not your fault, dear," he said, patting her shoulder. "We weren't getting along long before you came here."
"Would you like to talk about it?" she said.
Her head was still resting on his chest, and the voluptuous young girl was pleased that he didn't seem to want to pull away from her soft body.
"Our sex life is miserable, Marcia."
"Oh, you poor man."
She gently moved her head back and forth on his chest very slightly. She didn't want to scare him off.
"Ellen doesn't enjoy sex at all lately. And it, well, I like it quite a bit."
"Gosh, that's terrible. Has it been a while since you've, uh, you know."
He chuckled and said, "Yes, quite a while." The young girl decided to take a chance and quickly pursed her lips and pressed them to the older mans nipple. His whole body stiffened for a moment but he didn't push her away. She continued to kiss his nipple, flicking her tongue out and licking him.
"When I was single I used to go with girls who loved to fuck, Marcia. Girls who just couldn't seem to get enough of it. I really miss that, honey."
"I can imagine," she whispered huskily.
Still she kissed his nipple. Then she slowly lowered a hand down to the bulge at the crotch of his pants and caressed the hard lump through the polyester material.
"Tell me about the girls you used to have, Carl," Marcia said, still caressing the cock inside his pants.
"There was one who looked quite a bit like you, Marcia," he said, his voice lost in memories. "She was wild. We'd drive around in my car and she'd play with my prick while I drove."
"Like this?" Marcia said with a giggle.
"Yes, except she'd open my pants up and take my cock out."
Marcia slowly unbuttoned the older man's pants. She reached inside and pulled his prick out, pulling the front of the shorts down to get to it. She was amazed at how huge his cock was. It was at least nine inches long and almost as thick around as her wrist!
"Then what would she do?" she asked.
"Oh, she'd just stroke my prick and play with it."
"Like this?"
"Yes, just like that."
Marcia wrapped her fingers around Carl's prick and slowly stroked the tight ring her hand made up and down the hard piece of meat. Carl groaned and lay back on the bed.
"This girl I used to know had an unbelievable mouth, Marcia. She really knew how to suck a cock, I mean, I've never had a woman who could suck my cock better than she could."
Marcia quickly lowered her head to the huge prick which thrust up from the older man's loins. She opened her mouth wide and took his cock inside her. He tasted marvelously sexy. The huge, mushroom-shaped head of his cock pressed up against the roof of her mouth as she took a few inches of him inside her mouth. And pressed her tongue tightly against the underside of the cock, capturing it securely with her lips and tongue and teeth and fleshy inner part of her mouth.
"Mmmm, baby. This girl could take my cock all the way down her throat. I don't know how, but it was really unbelievable! I mean, I know how big I am, but she could take my prick all the way in. Christ, it was so great!"
Marcia slowly lowered her mouth down on Carl's cock. Inch after inch slid inside her, over her tongue, against the roof of her mouth, an
d finally, down her throat. Her nose pushed into his thick mat of pubic hair and she wondered at how great he smelled.
When he was all the way in her, the young girl slid the meat of her mouth back up over his prick until only his bloated cock-head was captured between her lips. She ran her tongue along it and sighed when she felt a tiny droplet of pre-cum ease out of the little slit in the tip.
"You taste great, Carl," she said, pulling her mouth away from his cock for a moment.
"That's just what she used to say," he replied, smiling down at her. "She was the only girl I knew who would let me cum inside her mouth."
"I bet you really enjoyed that."
"I loved it. Ellen would never let me do that."
Marcia smiled. "I don't see why," she said. "I love the taste of the stuff."
"Do you really?"
"Yes. Would you like to cum in my mouth, Carl?"
The older man grunted a yes and quickly pulled Marcia's head back to his prick. She opened her mouth again and quickly slid her lips down over the entire length of his pulsating cock. His hugness was mind blowingly sexy, and as she pumped her mouth up and down the length of his cock-shaft, she thought of how it would be to have this awesome thing inside her pussy, fucking away at her. But she knew how much he wanted to cum in her mouth, and she just couldn't keep him from doing that. She wondered if a man his age could cum twice in rapid succession.
"Baby, fuck that mouth of yours. It's so Goddamn soft and wet and slurpy! Oh, baby, suck that cock of mine! Suck it! Suck me off, doll!"
She wrapped a hand around his unbelievably thick cock and jacked him off as she sucked on him. She slid her hand and mouth up and down his prick as quickly as possible, letting his cock-head slide into the back of her mouth and against her throat with each of the long strokes.
"Fuck, Marcia. Oh fuck, just keep doing that, dammit. Fuck, I'm gonna cum already!"
Suddenly, without warning, she felt a massive load of jism spurt out of the tip of his cock and down her throat. It surprised her and she almost choked, but then she set about swallowing the hot load.
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