Chapter 6

As soon as Berniece closed the bedroom door, Kitty squatted in front of Skip, unsnapped his pants and left them sagging loose, slipping off his lean butt. She snuckled in his rigid cock and sucked on the big head as she fumbled to remove his low-cut tennis shoes.

“I haven’t used this in years,” Berniece said, stripping the covers from the bed and fitting a black satin contour sheet on the bed.

The silvery-haired, frail, bony woman climbed from the bed, turned, hands on hips and surveyed the kneeling Kitty sucking the boy’s cock. “Aaaaaaaahhhhhh,” she sighed, hands behind her, pulling the zipper down her back. But she halted with it just above the hips, the front sagging open.

“You aren’t going to stay, Kit?”

Kitty let Skip’s prick slip from her lips and stood up. “Why not, he’s my young stud, Bea?”

Berniece scowled, her narrow face wan, except for the red spots on her cheekbones and the bright glitter in her eyes. “Well, why not? I guess so. Who gives a-damn.” And she finished unzipping the sunsuit, slumped her shoulders forward so the single garment slithered down her arms, down her legs. She kicked it away and stood there naked.

To tantalize Berniece, Kitty stepped behind Skip, stooped to rub the exposed faces of her tits against Skip’s shoulders. She reached around him and jacked him off with both hands while the boy stared down at his massively swollen sex-member with an expression of awe and bewilderment.

“Darned big cock,” Berniece muttered, lifting her long, slenderish breasts in her bony hands where the blue blood veins were stark and clearly defined.

The elderly woman stepped forward, the mixed silverish, brownish pubic hair fuzzy and kinky on her lean love-mound. “So you are going to stay and watch.”

She squatted like a ludicrous animal. She moved her face and succeeded in capturing the grotesquely huge knob of Skip’s prick in her thin, colorless lips. She let down her hair, the long, fine tresses falling nearly to her almost skinny buttocks.

With a soft whinnying sound, she scooped up Skip’s dangling, full balls with both hands. Kitty took away one of her hands to permit Bea a full mouthful of prick, but continued to jack off the kid. She wanted Skip to shoot her face full of jizz, then fuck her cunt full later.

“Tastes good, Bea?” Kitty muttered, aware her own passion was at a sizzling peak. She grinned broadly, jacked the long stub of meat faster as Berniece nodded her head, trying ineffectively to swallow more and more prick.

“Who would believe a kid could have such a big cock?” Berniece mumbled, slobbering her lips around the head, molding them over the thick flange of the corona. “Just a wonderful flavor, his fat, hard prick.”

Kitty stared with astonishment at what was happening to Bea’s almost comical milk bottles-shaped like those old-fashioned glass bottles. They were swelling and filling. Still no nipples. But they were gorging and poking far out from her bony rib cage. The upper crowns sloped and tilted like a ski jump, she thought. And she could smell the sweet perfuminess of Bea’s snatch, a nebulous, warm, dreamy aroma.

She released Skip’s prick when he began whining, and his hips started rolling and hunching nervously. Instinctively, he took Bea’s head in both hands and made a hard, ruthless hunch. Bea’s hands fluttered helplessly in the air as he rammed his cock down her throat and began fucking her face with almost brutal poundings. His balls swung free and bobbed up under Bea’s chin, plopping meatily against her straining, stretched, cock-filled throat.