Full House - part 9

By the time Terry threw her on the bed, Emma had got rid of her jeans and blouse. Her new harness and leather straps stood out, black against her pale skin.
Her nipples were long and stiff and she screeched with glee as the man picked her up in his arms and dumped her on the bed.
The small room was equipped with an old vanity table, a small refrigerator and an oversized cot. The only light came from a plant lamp standing in a corner.
Emma rolled on the bed, springs squeaking, and sat, propped up on her elbows, her legs flexed and her thighs apart. She shook her hair, and licked her lips.
“C’mon, big man,” she said, her voice throaty. “Do me!”
Terry grinned and lowered his zipper. His tool hung out, stiffening slowly as the man’s eyes ran along the young girl’s curves.
He placed a knee on the mattress, and grabbed Emma by the hips, pulling her closer. She screeched and laughed, and fumbled with her leather thong. Terry lifted her hips as she let her leather straps fall on the floor.
He bent down, running his tongue along her slit. She tossed her head back and sighed. She stretched a hand towards me.
“Gimme a smoke!” she gasped. “I want to smoke while he fucks me!”

I chuckled as I lit a cigarette and placed between Emma’s fingers.
She put the cigarette to her lips just as Terry aligned the head of his cock to her pussy.
“Are you really a virgin?” he asked.
She exhaled a cone of smoke in his face. “Not for long, I hope.”
He entered her, in a single deep thrust. Emma’s eyes widened and she gasped, her hips rotating to accommodate the man’s length.
“Oh!” she said.
She let herself fall on the mattress, while Terry worked her twat with long, rhythmic strokes, his hands firmly on her hips, his eyes burying into her.
“Yes,” she breathed, taking another long drag. “Fill me up, big man!”
He grinned and increased his tempo, Emma’s legs wrapped around his waist as she tried to pull him deeper.
Emma started gasping in time with the strokes, one hand holding her cigarette, the other massaging her tits, pulling at her nipples. She closed her eyes, a smile on her face.
“Keep your eyes open!” I snapped.
She looked at me and then she grinned.
Terry was grunting, his shaft pumping into Emma, sweat running down his face.
The girl’s mouth suddenly became a perfect O and she let out an obscene sigh that turned into a hum and a groan. Her eyes were round and staring as she started coming, and Terry soon joined her with a satisfied roar.
For a long minute the room was silent, the smell of sex thick in the smoke-laden hair. The three of us were panting.
Emma stretched voluptuously, arching her back, flexing her legs.
“Holy fuck!” she gasped.
I sat by her side on the mattress and helped her up, brushing her hair back.
“Feeling good?”
She just laughed, an obscene laugh that turned into a hum as she fondled my breast and kissed my neck.
I helped her turn, caressing her backbone, pushing her head between my tits, where she immediately put her tongue at work.
I caught Terry’s eye and saw that he was already back in shape.
“Time to try something new, honey…” I whispered in her ear, nibbling at her earlobe.
She grinned, her eyes in mine.
“What?”
Terry placed his hand on her buttock.
“On your knees, honey,” I commanded.
Understanding fired Emma’s eyes as she got on her hands and knees, straddling me.
She kissed me, a long and wet kiss, our tongues playing in each other’s mouth.
Then she turned and grinned at Terry.
“C’mon, big man!” She said. “Fuck my virgin ass!”
And he slammed into her, choking her with pleasure.
I matched Terry’s rhythm squeezing Emma’s tits while she ran her tongue over my boobs and down my tummy, and the man pumped in and out of her ass like there was no tomorrow.
Finally she slipped her eager tongue in my cunt, working my clit, while I grasped her hair and guided her, and Terry kept riding her, his hands on her back, amssaging the base of her spine.
We came in spasms, filling her mouth and her ass and driving her crazy with pleasure.
She pushed herself up on her hands, back arched, eyes closed and a wonderfully lustful moan, and then she collapsed on me, her face buried in my tits. Terry fell back with a sigh.
“Shit, blondie, you squeezed me like a lemon!” he blurted.
She chuckled, her cheek brushing my nipples as she turned. “But I made it worth your while,” she laughed. She moved her hips, wiggling her ass. “Fuck, man, you ripped me up!”
“And didn’t you love it!”
She gave him an obscene smile. “Every inch of it.”
She turned to me. “Gimme a smoke.”
We cuddled on the bed, smoking, while Terry pulled up his leather pants and went back to his post by the door.

#

We went back to the girls and as we entered, around of applause started, and the Asian girl with the big fake boobs poushed a beer in Emma’s hand.
It was pretty obvious what we had been up to, and our screams and groans had probably been much louder than the disco throbbing through the walls.
Emma started giggling, and took a swing from the bottle. We staggered to a sofa and Kat sat with us, patting Emma’s leg.
“Welcome in the family, child,” she grinned.
Emma laid back against the cushions and exhaled a mouthful of smoke. “I feel so damn hot,” she said.
She pulled me closer.
“I loved that you were there watching,” she whispered. “I only wish that bitch my mother was there too.”
I kissed her onher lips. “Maybe next time?”
Kat pulled Emma back. “Hey, babe, save some for me,” she laughed, and pushed her tongue in her throat.

#

We had a final cigarette together, one block away from home.
Emma was slouching on the passenger seat, humming softly.
“You all right?” I asked.
She chuckled. “Never felt better.”
She stretched and let out a mouthful of smoke. “From silly good girl to hophead cocksucking whore in less than two days,” she said. “Not bad.”
“You are taking to it like a fish to the water, honey.”
“My mother would go fucking crazy!”
“Are you going to tell her?”
She grinned. “Not yet. I want to practice some more. I think I’m still only halfway there.” She ran her hands over her breasts. “I’ll need some fucking clothes.”
“Wanna go shopping tomorrow morning?”
She shook her head. “I think I’ll go by myself.” She turned to me. “I’ll try and surprise you.”
“I love surprises,” I purred.
Her eyes sparked. “Great!”
And she grabbed me and pushed her tongue in my mouth.
We made out for two long minutes, her hands grasping my tits, her body pressing against mine.
When we finally unlocked, I rummaged in my bag, and handed her a tissue and a packet of cigarettes. “My lipstick looks fine on your lips,” I said. “But mommy might not appreciate it.”
Emma’s leer was wonderful. “Fuck her.”
And she came at me again.