Chapter 3: Like Father, Like Son

SHIRLYN SET about seducing Kenny in a typically nuanced and subtle fashion. She knew he would not refuse her if she just offered herself to him, but her experience with Shankar showed that waiting made it more worthwhile, added a zest to the first fuck. She knew he played tennis and, to get closer to him more often, made him promise to teach her the sport. She had a natural aptitude for things physical, as her much-improved sexual skills testified, and she soon picked up the game well. She was a deceptively crafty player, mixing up her serves and shots, coordinating her strokes well.

While she waited for the affair with Kenny to ripen, she continued her liaison with Shankar. She had told Sheila about it and had her watch them discretely a few times. Sheila gave her pointers, which Shirlyn immediately tried out, much to Shankar’s delight. He was having a wonderful time, fucking both sisters and telling neither about the other. The idea that he was cheating with each of them excited him, though he didn’t realize that if anyone was the cuckold, it was he.

Sheila was perturbed by the amount Shirlyn was fucking. She insisted they go to a doctor she knew who could fit Shirlyn with an internal contraceptive. The last thing they wanted was a pregnancy.

A week later, Shirlyn lay on his examination table with her dress pulled up to her waist, her panties off, her knees bent, her cunt open for his inspection. Sheila was waiting outside. He finished and stepped back and smiled at her.

“Yes, I think that’s all right,” he said. “It’s safe to have sex now.”

The doctor’s name was Arun and he was a tall, handsome, slim man in his early thirties. He had strong features: a straight nose, deep eyes, a square jaw. He was clean-shaven. His shoulders were wide, his chest broad and well muscled, his belly firm and flat. His hips were high and lean, his buttocks firm and taut. His arms and legs were long and strong. He worked out regularly, kept in shape.

Shirlyn thought he was very sexy. With a rush of excitement, she decided to get him to fuck her. It would be her first completely casual fuck.

“Are you sure, doctor? It won’t hurt, will it?”

“Not at all,” he smiled gently. “Trust me.”

“Doctor ... I’d ... I’d just like to be sure. Completely sure. That it won’t hurt, I mean. Can you ... I mean ... would you ... care to ... to test it?”

Arun stared at her and then a slow grin creased his face. He felt his pulse quicken. She was one sexy bint, and, if she was anything like her elder sister, she would be one hell of a fuck.

“If you want that, I’d be happy to oblige.”

“Please do, doctor,” she grinned.

Arun was thrilled. He dropped his trousers. His penis was eight inches long and correspondingly thick, with low, heavy balls.

Shirlyn lay on her back on the table, her face turned to one side and took his cock in her mouth. Spreading her legs, she masturbated as she sucked the doctor’s penis. It rose and thickened and lengthened and hardened in her fingers and mouth. Several minutes later he moved away and went to the other end of the table and began fucking her.

Shirlyn lay on her back on the table, her hips at the edge, her feet drawn up and Arun stood between her thighs, his hands under her knees, pumping his hips rhythmically to and fro, driving his swollen cock in and out of her cunt. Shirlyn moaned and gasped thickly, her body jerking and writhing with his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling, her gold necklace dancing on her tawny skin.

“Ohhhh uhhh yes ... oh god yes ... c’mon Arun ... do it ... fuck me ... ohhh uhhhh yes ... c’mon ... shove it in baby ... yeh ... ohhh that’s so good! Yes ... do it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes!” she gasped, crushing her breasts erotically.

“Take it ... c’mon, whore ... take it!” the doctor grunted, pursing his lips, rocking his penis in and out of her flesh, his heavy, thick cock crushing her hot cunt and stiff clitoris. “Yeh ... oh god yes ... c’mon ... take it ... take my cock, slut ... take it!”

He fucked her rapidly and deeply and Shirlyn moaned in delight. He bent over Shirlyn and fucked her quickly, ramming and reaming rapidly in and out of her cunt till she came. She gasped and cried out, writhing and thrashing on the table, her body jiggling and jerking violently with his thrusts as the orgasms crashed over her. Arun jerked his cock out of her cunt, panting and gasping.

He turned her over on his examining table and fucked her from behind, standing on the floor in his white lab-coat, holding her hips as she stood on the floor, bent over the table, her buttocks thrust back at him, her luscious breasts hanging pendulous. He squeezed his cock into her cunt from behind and the girl arched her pretty face with a shuddering moan. Arun thrust deep into her flesh and began fucking her with rapid, ramming thrusts.

Shirlyn bit her lower lip, stifling her moans. His cock felt good, running steeply in and out of her cunt, his thighs slapping softly at her buttocks. Her breasts were swollen and heavy, jiggling and bouncing, and her gold necklace tossed against her chin.

“Yeh ... take it ... c’mon, whore ... take my cock!” the doctor grunted softly.

“Mm ... yes ... fuck me, doctor ... fuck my cunt,” she whimpered. “Oh yes ... oh that’s good, doc ... shove it in, baby ... shove your cock right up my slit ... ahh uhhh yeh ... oh god yes! C’mon, doctor ... fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Holding her hips, he jerked his cock rapidly and hard in and out of her cunt, gasping and moaning in joy. Her breasts swung with his thrusts and, groaning, he thrust furiously in and out of her cunt while squeezing and crushing her breasts in his hands. Shirlyn orgasmed violently and, seconds later, groaning loudly, the doctor plunged his penis into her with a slow, deep, skewering thrust, rammed in, drew out, rammed in again, and yet again, each piercing thrust drawing a shuddering gasp from her throat.

He slid out of her and she groaned in understanding, her chest heaving, her body flushed and tingling from the wonderful orgasm, and slipped to her knees before him. He pulled her head to his crotch again and fucked her mouth slowly, his head bent, watching her, rocking her head back and forth with his hands, pumping his hips. His cock was slippery and sticky with their juices and it smelled and tasted divine. Shirlyn sucked him languorously, whimpering with pleasure, jerking and pumping his cock with growing confidence.

Arun came in her mouth. Shirlyn moaned, her mind leaping with delight at the warm, tangy taste and smell of it, sucked it eagerly. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and lets it spurt down her throat and splash on her breasts and face. The doctor gasped and kept coming and coming till he had emptied his load. Shirlyn swallowed his seed gratefully. The doctor bent and kissed her tenderly, slipping his tongue into her mouth, his hands on her breasts.

“Come back in a week for a check up, Shirlyn,” he murmured, smiling slyly. “I think I may need to check your rectum.”

She grinned, getting to her fees, fondling his cock and balls. “I’d like that,” she murmured. “I’d like that very much indeed, doctor.”

She came back the next week, and every week after that for a month. The doctor charged no fees.

In the meantime, Shirlyn was busy fucking Shankar and enticing Kenny. She wore clothes with deeper necklines, shorter hems, clothes that showed more thigh and breast and belly. She started her tennis lessons and her sports clothes clung to her trim, curved body like film when she sweated and he could see the stiffness of her nipples after the exertion. Kenny fought to conceal his naked lust for her body and how she frequented his fantasies and tormented him as he masturbated, when he fucked Susan or Sheila. How he longed to see Shirlyn’s naked body, to plunge his flesh into hers.

Kenny was a tall, handsome youth with a muscular build. He had a rugged, manly face with a fine, straight nose, thick hair, a wide brow, dark eyes, a hard jaw, wide slim lips and strong teeth. His body was muscular and sexy. Broad-shouldered and strong, he had a V-shaped torso with a deep, cleaved chest, a flat, hard belly and a narrow waist. His hips were high and lean. His torso was hairless and smooth, which she found sexy. His arms and legs were thick with muscle. She knew that he worked out regularly and the results were impressive. She knew, too, that his cock was an imposing organ and that he knew how to use it. She longed to fuck him.

SHIRLYN SAW the ball early. She drew her right arm well back, the wrist cocked, the racquet head above her wrist. On the clay court, the ball rose high and she had to spring off the balls of her feet as she struck it. She took it early, her body twisting as she rolled her wrist and the racquet over the ball in a vicious top-spin. The ball zipped back across the net, keeping low, skimmed the cord and bounced just inside the line. On the other side, Kenny saw her return in good time, too, and was already racing across the court. He got to it in time and, whipping his hand across the ball, drove it down the line to her backhand. Shirlyn rushed for it and slicing it powerfully, put it over the net in a controlled drop-shot and followed it by racing to the net. Her opponent raced to the ball, tried to scoop it over the net. It caught the top cord and fell back on his side of the net. Shirlyn whooped in delight and flung her racquet in the air, jumping up and down, laughing and grinning. Kenny laughed, gasping and panting, and offered his hand. She pumped it eagerly.

“I can’t believe it! I just can’t believe it! I beat you! Three sets to two!”

“Congratulations, Shir. Great game. You’ve gotten much, much better.”

“Thanks for teaching me, Kenny.”

“You learn very quickly.”

“I have a great teacher.”

“Thanks. But next time we play, I wont let you win like I did today. Then let’s see if you can beat me!”

“Let me win, did you? I had you all over the place. Just wait. Next time, I’ll crush you!” she wrinkled her nose prettily, stuck her tongue at him. “Just watch!”

“Return match promise? Tomorrow?”

“Oh yes. Tomorrow, day after, whenever.”

“My, my, someone’s becoming really arrogant.”

“Just kidding, love,” she said softly, laughing and making him grin.

They walked to the benches at the far end of the court to collect their kit.

Shirlyn sat on the slatted wooden bench and bent over to open her sports bag. She was wearing a fine white T-shirt with a collar and three buttons and a handsome, short, white pleated skirt. Her hair was braided and coiled, held with a thick Turkish towel hair-ring. She wore wristbands, thick socks and expensive tennis shoes Sheila had got for her.

She had not buttoned her T-shirt. Her legs were bare high up her thighs and Kenny noted that they were firm and trim and supple. As she bent over, the lapels of her T-shirt swung low and he saw the luscious swell of her breasts, her long gold necklace glistening on her honey skin, nestling in her deep and inviting cleavage. She wore a pretty brassiere, cut fine and thin, that seemed to only just cover her nipples. He ogled her unabashedly, enjoying the sight. He noticed a sexy little dark beauty spot on the inside of her left breast.

Shirlyn knew that he was watching her and, for a minute, thrilled with excitement. Perhaps, after all, things would work out soon. She dawdled, rummaging pointlessly in her bag. Finally, she straightened, pulling out her zip-up full-sleeved sweat-shirt. The T-shirt was damp with sweat and he could clearly see the sharp stubs of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles. She slipped into the sweat-shirt and he watched her breasts move. Zipping it up to just below her breasts, she rose and collected a towel from the rack. He took one too, and they rubbed themselves dry. Kenny retrieved his sweat-shirt and zipped it up. They hoisted their kit bags and walked home.

There was no one else in. He opened the door of the flat with a latch key and they dumped their kit bags in their rooms. They returned from their rooms to the hall. He selected a tape and slotted it into the stereo. Bright pop music pulsed through the speakers mounted at the corners of the room.

He sat down in a rocking chair and, kicking off his shoes and tugging off his socks, perched his feet on a footstool. Shirlyn grinned at him, lowered the volume slightly so they could converse, and perched on the low wicker stool by the coffee table. She, too, was now barefoot. She sat casually, her legs spread, one foot crossed over the other. It was an unusual position for a woman, but Shirlyn tended to do things like this, without a hint of being self-conscious. Kenny couldn’t help noticing that her skirt had slid up to her thighs, almost to her crotch. She noticed his gaze and smiled inwardly, making no attempt to adjust her clothing. He could see the white flash of her panties.

They chatted and she leaned forward on her elbows and the lapels of her sweat-shirt and T-shirt swung low again, giving him another glimpse of her splendid breasts. The neck of the T-shirt pulled to one side and he could see the thick gold necklace against her skin, curving sexily over the hollow in her collarbone. Her skin was smooth and clear, soft, yet firm, silky, like a ripe grape.

Shirlyn felt his eyes on her and waited for him to make a move. He did nothing. She sighed to herself and discreetly lifted her skirt higher, bent lower, giving him a better look at her crotch and breasts. Still he did nothing.

“My god, it’s hot,” she said. “Look at us both sitting under this fan and still sweating!”

“Yeah. And it’s the humidity that gets you.”

“Shall I get you a towel?”

“Yes, please.”

She smiled and got up and went into her bathroom.

When she returned a minute later with two thick towels, he stiffened and sucked in his breath sharply. She had taken off her T-shirt and she was wearing just the sweat-shirt now, the zip closed to a point just below her breasts. He could see the heavy mounds pushing at the cloth and the tempting valley of her cleavage, the gold necklace glistening on her flesh.

“It’s too hot. I just had to take off my T-shirt,” she said, handing him a towel.

He took it and watched as she mopped her neck and face. Strands of hair clung to her brow and the nape of her neck. Her skin looked hot and flushed. She bent to straighten the carpet and now, as her sweat-shirt swung low, he could see more of her breasts, even the shadows of her aureoles and the stiff point of one nipple. She sat in the chair opposite him, her legs apart in what looked to be a wanton pose and, with her skirt riding high on her thighs, he thought he could make out that she had taken off her panties too, caught a glimpse of the darkness of her pubic thatch. She leaned back in the deep chair and her sweat-shirt strained and opened and he studied the bulge of her breasts, the exposed flesh at the V where the zip stopped.

Kenny was perspiring and only part of it was due to the tennis game. He rocked back and forth for a minute, then rose and unzipped his sweat-shirt.

“It really is hot,” he said.

“Much too hot,” she murmured.

He shrugged off his sweat-shirt. Crossing his arms, he pulled the T-shirt off his head. Shirlyn’s pulse quickened with excitement as she saw his naked torso, V-shaped, hard, strong, hairless, the flat belly, the deep, cleaved chest with small, hard nipples pulled wide and low on either side of the thick pectorals. Kenny slung the towel across his neck.

“That’s better,” he sighed and stood under the fan.

“You’ll catch a cold. Switch off the fan.”

“Don’t be daft. I’ll melt.”

“You’re mad. Then you’ll get a temperature and sniffle all day long and I’ll have to sit here and look after you and pamper you like a baby.”

“I can look after myself.”

“What rubbish. Remember the last time you fell ill? A poor little cold and you acted like you were dying or something. You had everyone in a spin, running left and right.”

“I just wanted some tender loving care.”

“Which you got.”

“Not from you. As I remember, you came in and shouted at me and told me to stop being such a ninny.”

Shirlyn grinned. “But it worked, didn’t it? You were out of bed like a shot.”

He was very close to her, in nothing but his shorts, and the proximity of his sexy, masculine, sweating body so close - and yet so far - thrilled her. She felt her breasts swell with excitement, her nipples stiffening, her cunt beginning to ooze the first, delicious drops of cunt-juice.

He laughed softly and, hands on his hips, tossed his head back with a sigh of relief as the cool breeze from the fan fluttered over his half-naked body. He was so close to her that Shirlyn had only to turn her face to touch his crotch with her lips; and, for a second, she was indeed tempted. But she hesitated, still unsure of his reaction, still waiting, groping.

He bent his head and smiled down at her. She had leaned back in the chair, her eyes closed and now he had a perfect view down her cleavage. He wondered whether he should make the move; but he, too, he hesitated. Instead, he stepped back a pace. He went into the bathroom, hers. Shirlyn sighed softly as she heard the door click, and then, a minute later, the soft gurgle of the toilet flushing.

“You know what, we should have gone for a swim,” Kenny said coming back.

Shirlyn opened her eyes and looked at him. “We could, still.”

“Nah, forget it. Too much of a bother, going all the way back and changing all over again. Next time.”

Shirlyn smiled suddenly, brightly. “Oh come on, Ken, don’t be so dull. Let’s go, it’ll be such fun! And I’ve got this lovely new swimming costume I’m just dying to wear.”

Kenny grinned. “Simpler just to shower.”

“Let me show you my new costume. You’ll love it. Just wait a sec, I’ll change.”

“What for? We’re not going anyway.”

Shirlyn pouted. He really was infuriating. “But I want to show it to you, do you mind?”

“No,” he laughed. “Go, put it on.”

“That’s better. Now don’t you go away.”

“And where would I go?”

“God knows. You’re always rushing around.”

She brushed past him and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Inside, she pulled out her new, skimpy string bikini from a low cabinet and put it on. It was devastating. The bikini bra was the size of a band-aid, narrow strips of cloth that barely covered her nipples. The panties were small and tight; behind, there was nothing and her buttocks were completely exposed; in front it tapered to such a narrow triangular strip that only her cunt-lips were covered. Studying herself in the mirror, she adjusted the panties just so; pubic hair spread on either side of the bikini panties.

As she turned to leave, she noticed his underpants hanging on the hook on the inside of the door and stopped in her tracks. Her pulse quickened. He had nothing on under his shorts, she realised. Her lust flared. She opened the bathroom and going to her bedroom, called him in from the hall.

Later, she regretted not catching his reaction on film. It was absolutely priceless. His jaw literally dropped and he froze. She pirouetted prettily, her breasts bouncing and sashayed towards him. His eyes devoured her body.

“Like it? Do you like it? Isn’t it sexy?” she sang.

“Fuck!” she heard him gasp under his breath. “Oh fuck!”

Yes, please, she wanted to say. God, yes, and quickly, I’m hot. She smiled and twirled around.

“Well? What do you think?”

“My god ... it’s ... you’re ... fantastic!”

“You really think so? You really mean it?”

“God, Shirlyn, yes!”

She pouted before the mirror on her dressing table. “You don’t think my tits are too big?”

She slid her hands up under her breasts and lifted them in the bikini top. He followed her, standing behind her, gulping, his erection raging. He watched as she cupped her breasts, the little fingers and edges of her palms meeting in her cleavage, then slowly squeezing them in an utterly erotic action.

“Tell me, Kenny,” she murmured. “I want to know.”

“They’re ... perfect ... just perfect ... lovely...”

“You’re just teasing me.”

“No ... no ... honestly, I mean it.”

“What about my ass? Do you like my ass?” She turned around and pushed her buttocks towards the mirror, her hands on her butt-cheeks. “I think it’s too big. Or maybe too small. Not right. Just look at it!”

“It’s beautiful. Shirlyn ... you’re ... gorgeous!”

She was facing him now, her back to the mirror, leaning forward with her buttocks thrust back at the glass. Her head was on level with his chest. Her breasts swung heavy and low, her nipples barely concealed by the thin strips of her bikini bra. Her gold necklace glistened against her skin.

“You really mean that?” she whispered, lifting her eyes and looking at him. “You really mean it?”

“Yes ... god yes ... every word, Shirlyn!”

She was right next to him, her body almost touching his. Their eyes locked and, in that instant, each knew what the other wanted more than anything else in the world. Her eyes smouldered; her lips parted; her hands slid up from her buttocks, over her flanks and pendulous breasts, touched his hard belly, crawled up to rest on his deep chest as she straightened and stood upright before him. He cupped her neck in his hands.

“Kenny...”

“Shirlyn...”

His lips hovered over hers, touched hers, fled away, returned, fled, and then they kissed with a fierce hunger. Her lips, soft and full, flowered open under his and her tongue arched into his mouth. Her body was warm and moist against his, and he could feel the fullness of her breasts on his chest. Her fingers roamed his naked torso tenderly, her very touch inordinately erotic.

He caressed her smooth, naked back tenderly, his hands roaming her arms, her shoulders, her hips, down to her buttocks. She squirmed against him, her fingers trickling over his thick biceps, over his chest and belly, running along the upper hem of his shorts.

“Oh god, Shirlyn,” he moaned softly and she silenced him with another kiss, fiercer, harder, her desire naked and apparent.

“Are you sure my tits aren’t too big?” she murmured huskily.

“They’re perfect.”

“Do you want to feel them?”

His fingers worked into the string straps of her bikini bra and slid them off her shoulders. Shirlyn arched her face slowly, her expression suffused with lust, her eyes closed, her neck craned, her lips parted, as he pulled the bra off gently and slid his hands down over her breasts. They were firm and full and high and he groaned softly when they filled his palms. Shirlyn whimpered, her breath warm and sweet on his face.

“Oh Kenny, yes,” she gasped. “Oh god yes!”

Her nipples were nut-hard already, he noticed, her aureoles puckered with excitement. He squeezed her breasts gently, marvelling at their fullness and weight and the perfection of their form. His hands slid down and he caressed her naked buttocks and she murmured softly, her breathing heavy, her nostrils flared. He squeezed her buttocks and she ground her crotch against his, gasping as his fingers dug into the cleft between her buttocks.

“You really like my ass, Kenny? Really, truly?”

“God, yes, Shirlyn, yes!”

“Do you ... do you ... want to fuck it?”

Kenny looked at her stunned and, for one terrible instant, Shirlyn thought she had self-destructed. Suddenly, his lust erupted and he squeezed her buttocks hard and kissed her fiercely and she responded in like fashion.

“Oh god, oh god,” he muttered. “God, I want to fuck you so hard!”

“Yes!” she gasped, thrilled by his words. “Fuck me, Kenny! Fuck me hard!”

Shirlyn bent her head and slowly licked his nipple. Kenny gasped softly. She mumbled, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other. The sensations were exquisite. Her tongue whipped his nipple delicately, rapidly, her teeth scraped across them, her lips clamped around them and she sucked sharply, let go, sucked again. He gasped and arched his back.

She slithered lower, going down to her knees before him. Gently, she opened the clasp of his shorts, unzipped them. His penis bounced out. It was big, bigger and thicker close up than she had gauged, at least seven inches long and correspondingly thick, and not yet fully erect. She expected it would finally be at least nine inches long, nearly two inches thick. His balls were heavy and low. His shaft was shorn smoothly down to the hilt.

“I love being fucked,” she murmured. “I love it more than anything else. I’ve been fucking Shankar these last few months ... every day ... and the doctor I went to see for my loop ... and I’ve seen you and Susan and ... you and Sheila ... and others with her, too ... Harry and your dad and our uncle and Jerry ... I love being fucked, Ken ... in my mouth ... getting my slit licked ... having my cunt ... even my ass fucked ... I like that a lot, a hot cock in my butt ... I love it when Shankar fucks me nice and hard ... I love it when he shoves his fat long cock into my mouth ... or my cunt ... and best of all in my ass ... it’s wonderful ... the best thing...”

“Oh fuck!” he gasped.

“And I love sucking his cock ... and the doctor’s ... having them cum in my mouth ... you should see us ... it’s so sexy ... just imagine one of them fucking me ... me kneeling before him just like this ... sucking his cock ... licking it ... or him fucking me ... his body over mine ... his hips rising and falling ... his cock going in and out of my cunt ... in and out ... fucking me from behind ... hammering his hips at my buttocks ... my tits jiggling...”

She murmured the words and Kenny closed his eyes and visualised the images ... Shirlyn moaning and gasping, panting and writhing erotically as she sucked the servant’s cock ... Shirlyn’s body heaving and thrashing as he fucked her slowly and deeply and heavily, bent over her ... Shirlyn gasping and crying out, her face turned up, a vision of lust, her body rocking back and forth as the servant held her hips and fucked her rapidly and hard from behind.

The images were incredibly erotic, fulfilling his every fantasy. His cock quivered and swelled and he gasped sharply as she took it in her fingers and ran the foreskin back over the thick ridge of his cock-head. Her pointed, cunning tongue swirled lasciviously over the thick knob.

“Like it?” she murmured softly, lifting her large, lovely eyes to his, her face suffused with lust, caressing her cheeks with his cock-head. “Tell me you like it. Talk dirty to me, Kenny ... it turns me on.”

Holding his shaft in one hand, she parted her lips and slipped them around his cock-head. Kenny gasped, his head jerking back. Her mouth was wonderful, soft and warm and wet and her tongue worked his cock-head wickedly. Groaning, he held her head and pulled it deeper into his crotch, pushing his hips forward at the same time, his buttocks flexing taut.

“Oh fuck yes!” he gasped. “C’mon ... suck it! Suck my cock! Suck it hard! Ohhh uhh yeh ... oh fuck yes!”

Bending his head, his mouth hanging open, he looked down. Her face was distended with the size of his cock. Her tongue worked his cock-head with a deft cunning that could only have been gained with considerable experience. Her head rocked back and forth between his thighs as she sucked his cock greedily and heavily. Kenny gasped and grunted, fucking her face in wonder and joy, rocking her head in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro.

“Yes! Ohhh yes! That’s it, baby ... yes ... suck it ... oh fuck yes! C’mon ... suck it harder ... c’mon Shir! Suck my cock! Ohhh uhhh yes uhh yes!”

Shirlyn paused briefly, rose slightly, nuzzled his hard belly, swirled her tongue through his navel and squeezed her breasts in a sheath over his cock. Kenny groaned thickly at the warmth of her breast-sheath, the gentle scraping of her nipples over his throbbing shaft. Dipping her head, she ran her tongue down over his shaft, his cock-head, down the lower side to his balls, gently licking and sucking them by turn. She caressed her face with his penis and then took him gently in her mouth again, more deeply this time.

“Kenny ... cum in my mouth if you want to,” she murmured. “I like that.”

For a minute, he was tempted. The fires in his loins were raging, unbearable. But he hesitated, unsure of his abilities, eager to satisfy her.

“Later,” he gasped. “Not now. Later, maybe.”

Shirlyn did not reply, just took his cock deep in her mouth again and sucked it rapidly, her head rocking swiftly back and forth between his thighs. Kenny groaned as he fucked her face, his head arched, his hands moving her head, his hips pumping. He dropped his head and looked down at her and then at their reflections in the full-length dressing table mirror. The sight was undeniably erotic. Shirlyn on her knees, her pretty face distended with the size of his cock, her head moving back and forth, her ringed fingers pumping his shaft, her breasts wobbling with her motions, the gold chain glinting on her skin, her naked buttocks resting on her heels. Her head rolled from side to side as she licked and sucked his cock from every angle. Pre-cum gunk spurted from his cock-head and she opened her lips wide under his cock-head, letting him see his jizz sputter into her mouth. She swallowed it lasciviously, caressed her face, her cheeks and lips sticky and slimy with his tangy, heady gunk.