"Oh. I pumped her so full after the late news that she's all fucked out, passed out in bed. She won't wake up til morning."
Ella hoped not. The only thing worse than Mrs. Murphy catching her fucking Mr. Murphy, Ella thought, was if Sally Murphy walked in on them. Sally was the teen her classmates had voted "most likely to be a librarian" and, Ella thought, not a sexy librarian either. Sally had not been along for Ella's birthday bash, Ella assumed that the teen, who had no doubt spent her own eighteenth quietly at home, was safely asleep by eleven.
She had tasted a droplet of precum oozing out of Mr. Murphy's cock while he had sucked her nipples. That had made her cunt nice and wet, and she felt her clit throbbing. Silently, Mr. Murphy had kissed his way down her toned teen tummy, pausing to lick the sweat out of her navel. He then became the first person ever to lick her cunt. Ella came the instant that his talented tongue first touched her clit. The electric shock waves racing through her body were something she had never felt before, and she had almost knocked poor Mr. Murphy off the couch as he continued to munch on her muff. She rode a series of orgasms, the hormones shocking her sober quickly.
Sobriety might have allowed Ella to sneak home, but she still had bargain to fulfill, and wanted her own fill of Mr. Murphy's manhood. He appeared to have a more than decent sized weapon- smaller than the gigantic ones in porn movies maybe, but those were just scary to a virgin like Ella anyway. His looked more than adequate for the task, and stood ready. Ella was willing. Eager even. So eager that she grabbed two handfuls of Mr. Murphy's red hair and dragged him up from her gash. His cock, still slippery with her spit, slid easily along her swollen labia. He teased her briefly, playing with her tits and nibbling her neck.
Ella decided that she better get on with things before he gave her a hickey. She grabbed his shaft and guided it into her wet passageway. Her hymen had been broken in gym class years ago, so there was minimal pain as her flesh stretched to fit the pulsating prick as Mr. Murphy plunged deep within her tight pussy.
Having satiated his wife earlier meant that Mr. Murphy had the stamina to ride Ella well, prolonging her pleasure before depositing a strong spurt of seed into her womb.
"Don't worry, I had a vasectomy years ago," he assured Ella as he rested his head on her heaving bosum. "and I get checked for diseases regularly."
Ella had forgotten in her excitement to insist that he wear a condom, a mistake she resolved never to repeat again.
"I still need to suck your cock," she reminded him. "I guess I had better do a good job of licking it clean so that Mrs. Murphy doesn't notice my scent on it. How long until you're ready to go again?"
"As if I wouldn't spot the stain on the couch. I keep telling you to put a towel down, dear."
The words came from somewhere off to Ella's right.
Ella noticed for the first time that Mrs. Murphy was watching, leaning against the doorway from the sun room into the kitchen, She was nude, her hair a mess, a gob of goo glistening above her left ear. Her fingers were gently stroking her labia, the other hand caressing her own tit. Ella was shocked that the women didn't seem too upset to find her husband fucking their barely legal neighbour. And Mrs. Murphy's comment made Ella realize that this was probably not the first time the wife had watched her husband fuck someone else on this couch.
"Happy birthday, Ella," Mrs. Murphy said with a grin. "To answer your question, I doubt that it will take him long. We could always give him a little visual stimulation to help matters along."
Mr. Murphy grinned at that remark, and shifted to sit on the end of the couch as his wife stepped closer. Mrs. Murphy dropped to her knees and without further ado started to slurp her husband's seed out of Ella's soggy slash.
Ella had never had even teeny teen lesbian curiosity, but realized that if she resisted, one of the Murphys might rat her out to her dad. She didn't need that trouble, so if Mrs. Murphy got of on muff diving, Ella could tolerate it. Soon, however, she started to experience a fresh tingling her nipples which she recognized as arousal. One of her hands found Mrs. Murphy's head and pushed the woman's tongue deeper into Ella's cunt, while Ella massaged her tits with the fingers of the other hand. As she rocked back and forth, she made eye contact with Mr. Murphy just for a brief moment, saw that his eyes were bouncing between Ella's tits jiggling due to her writhing and his wife's enthusiastic munching.
"Don't just sit there, help the poor girl," Mrs. Murphy lifted her head up from Ella's loins long enough to instruct her husband.
Mr. Murphy obeyed, sliding to the floor. He gave Ella a deep tongue twisting kiss as his hand joined hers in tweaking nipples. Slowly, he licked his way down to the teen's tits. First he teased each nipple with a quick kiss, then focussed on drawing each in turn into his lips. His teeth touched the tender flesh, sending shock waves shooting through Ella's body. The youngster discovered quickly that with the pain came increased pleasure. When Mr. Murphy bit down on her left nipple and tugged it away from her tit, just as his wife thrust her thumb up Ella's virgin but while nibbling her clit, Ella exploded in the biggest orgasm of her young life.
When she calmed down and caught her breath, she opened her eyes to see Mr. Murphy now standing by her head. His cock was fully erect. Mrs. Murphy had slid behind her husband, and to Ella's shock seemed to be licking his balls.
"It must be time to lick him clean."
Ella realized that the voice did not belong to Mrs. Murphy, who was too busy licking to speak anyway. She squirmed enough to look around Mr. Murphy's leg. Ella discovered that Sally Murphy, dressed in girlish baby doll pyjamas, had replaced her mother in leaning in the doorway. The girl, just a few months older than Ella, no longer had the unfuckable librarian look. She did not look like a sexy librarian even. She looked like a well used fuck doll. Like her mother, her hair was dishevelled. The pyjamas were twisted and torn, exposing pinkish flesh, including one engorged nipple topping a tiny but delectably firm young tit. No goo adorned Sally's hair, but a shiny slick painted her chin. Like her Mom, Sally had buried her fingers deep into her quim.
"Sorry, folks, but Ella isn't exactly quiet," Sally continued, "and I felt Mom slide out of bed. So I thought I ought to investigate. May I join in?"
Without waiting for a reply, Sally slid into the sun room, and buried her face underneath her mother's dripping cunt. Ella could see her classmate's tongue seeking out the throbbing clit that belonged to the body that had given her life. Ella realized that Sally was far from the wallflower everyone at school believed.
The comment about Mom sliding out of bed, and Sally's appearance told Ella that this was a family that all fucked together. She had heard about such things, but never had he thought she would share in such debauchery. The excitement that they all were sharing instantly forced Ella to reconsider whether it was really debauchery. In that moment, it seemed like good family fun and Ella was thrilled to be included.
Ella was a bit tentative about tasting cock for the first time, so she began by just sticking out her tongue and catching a stray droplet of sperm dangling from the tip. She discovered that Mr. Murphy had a salty sweet taste, and immediately realized that she wanted to taste a lot of different cocks, to see what others tasted like. Instinctively, she knew that they must not all be the same. She just hoped all the guys she sucked would taste as good as her first- she had heard girls at school talking about guys who tasted musky, or worse. Ella resolved to try to avoid those guys, or at least, get them off in other ways without tasting them.
She suddenly realized that this single perverted sexual encounter had instantly turned her into a wanton cock hungry slut. Something also told her that she was going to like cunt lapping just as much, and she guessed that some women might eat her pussy better than guys could.
By the time Ella had made all these realizations, she had started to tentatively roll her tongue around the head of Mr. Murphy's member. Although it was rock hard so didn't need help being upright, instinct led her to grasp the root firmly in her hand.
"Honey, I think she might be a natural." Mrs. Murphy said, though each word took effort as she gasped for breath, her body reacting to her daughter's oral ministrations.
