“Mr. Krank…”
It was all she said, maybe the only thing she could say. Her shaky red lips let it out so softly I felt it more than heard it. It was the move of an experienced slattern and she'd just learned it for the first time. Maybe not even knowing what she now knew.
Her lips floated into mine… buoyant on the liquid anticipation we both felt… I tasted her tongue's excitement at finding mine. My pulse was hitting against the inside of my skin like a pickaxe. My prick jerked against her receptive yet denying sex. I could feel the tingles of how she accepted its heft all the way to her tongue, curling with mine.
Our mouths always locked together, I rolled us over so that she was beneath me and wedged against her mother. None of the three of us cared. My fingers worked at her buttons with all the calm I could summon and I got her blouse open, exposing supple breasts, nipples so red they reminded me of the inside of a melon. They were already hard, the center of her pleasure, and I barely had to touch them to let out some of what she desperately wanted to feel.
My kisses looked for purchase on her chin and her warm throat with all the noises it was barely making. And as much as I wanted to stay, I saw the column of her throat reddening, knew she was getting to a plateau that she was inexperienced enough to settle for. I wouldn't let her stay there, neck with me like I was some high school johnny. She'd wanted a man; she would get one.
With Chloe reeling back in her pleasure, the peaks of her delicious breasts seemed offered to me and I claimed them. She whimpered, then whimpered even louder. Enough of a noise to make Penelope stir in her stupor. The more I touched her, the more the kid’s exhilaration mounted.
I knew, and she hadn't yet learned, that the melting heat between her legs was an explosion waiting to happen. As hot as it seemed… and it felt torrid as a tropical jungle to me… it could burst into flames so high they'd burn down everything she was feeling, everything she was.
I didn't want to overwhelm her: not when I was enjoying this slow shattering as much as I was. I held my hips still, letting all the movement come from her yearning pubis raked against me. All I did was use my hands and mouth on her bust. Dragging feelings from her flaming nerve endings with the fingers of one hand. Sucking sensation straight from the nipple at her other test. No amount of her moans and shudders seemed able to satisfy me.
Restraint had worked a sweat from me that effort couldn't have managed. I canted my hips upward. It was as much as I could move and still be in control. My stiff cock slid through the slippery crease of her womanhood and everything I felt was her heat, her readiness. She was more eager than even she knew.
I hesitated just enough to reach down, to nestle my hand between our bodies without accidentally pushing her away, to unzip myself and have my cock spring out and feel the warmth of her intoxicated membranes like a summer sun. With my bare skin I also felt her hot wetness suddenly bathing me, so abrupt it was like a gush from deep in her eager portal. Lubricated and feverishly ready, I jerked against the lips of her femininity and elicited a gasp from lips as heated as those down below.
Her legs were open wide to either side of my trunk, as if to embrace what I hadn't yet given her. Now she was the one not moving, indulging in what I did to her, what I made her feel and let her feel. All she gave me was a responsive quiver, but she gave it to me with all of herself.
Now features slack with fulfillment grew taut with determination. She got me down on my back, although my head ended up in Penelope's lap, but she didn't care so long as she was on top of me.
Chloe drew her feet under herself and lifted her body up, lips lingering on mine until they had to separate, then her hips were above my lap, over my upthrust cock.
She pulled her panties off to the side.
Hauling her inhales between tightly gritted teeth, she lowered herself down. Met my cockhead and drew it deep inside.
Her nether lips were so hot around my knob that I almost cried out for mercy. I knew all that would cool her was more heat. I gave her more—more of myself and more of the delirious feeling behind her rolling eyes—until I gave her more than she could take. The pressure that had teased me now resisted me. A tightness around my glans that edged closer to pain the deeper I got. And still Chloe came down on me.
Despite everything, even my own thoughts, it still came as a shock to me that Parente really had a gorgeous virgin daughter. Probably another privilege of being rich. The working men that he preyed on couldn't afford to keep their daughters away from the vice he himself spewed. But whatever insight that held could not make itself heard over the galloping thrills Chloe's deflowering was sending to my maddened balls. I felt a sprig of precum bulb out of my tip and add to the heat my cock was swimming in.
Her hips jolted like a dog trying to get off its leash and I got every little bit of that movement vibrated into my cockhead. Her hands ran down my rail thin back to get a grip on the meat of my ass. She pulled at me like she wanted me to go to her, but of course all she did was bring herself to me. To her own impalement, which she feared while craving it. Little whines of passion belied the shivers that held her body as much as I did.
I slid my hands down from her shoulders, bracing them on the hardness of her shoulder blades, and as she pulled me in, I pulled her enough to come to me. I knew she would welcome anything that would put an end to her frustration and a continuation to her pleasure.
I couldn't do that from below her. With an arm outstretched to break our fall, I rolled us off the couch and onto the floor at Penelope's feet. The shag carpet embraced her like ivy growing over some perfect Greek statue. I tightened my muscles and bore down. Chloe keened against my shoulder, yet everything but her hymen was welcoming. Her legs jackknifed around my midsection and her hands on my ass threatened to shred my flesh with razor sharp nails if I didn't give her the added closeness she needed from me so badly.
It stung sweetly to work through her lack of room, reminding me of my first girl, who I’d opened up to male usage and then all but forgotten. The war put a lot of gutter between the boy I’d been and the man I ended up as. Taking another cherry while giving nothing of my own virtue… what was there left to give?... made me strangely nostalgic. Like how it would feel to be buried back in my hometown.
“I always knew you were a slut, Chloe, but oh, what a slut you are! Taking that big cock… Caray! I didn’t know you were that much of a puta! If you told me a burro had a verga that big, I wouldn’t believe you!”
It was Penelope. We’d finally managed to wake her. She was watching us, even offering color commentary through the heavy slur of her intoxication. Yet I couldn’t look away from Chloe, couldn’t stop. And if she even noticed her stepmother, she didn’t pay any attention to her.
“But if you’re going to be a puta…” Penelope hiccupped. “Might as well be puta enough to take a dick like that… oh yes… and take it… take it… Madre de Dios…”
Chloe was drawn taut, veins corded, unable to get words past lips pressed into flat whiteness. But from somewhere in her throat came a strangled groan, speaking of need I could only satiate with more effort. I crushed down on her, though she whinged in discomfort.