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Opis ebooka Prom Night Orgy - Adult Erotica - Sand Wayne

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Prom Night Orgy

CHAPTER ONECocks. Large cocks. Large slender cocks. Thick cocks. Huge thick cocks with prominent blue veins that snaked and curved gracefully up their side like a single strand of ivy. Large cocks with frowning piss holes. Large squat cocks with "Have A Nice Day" smiling piss holes. Cocks of every shape, size and description.Cocks were all that poor little Dee DeeCandue could think of. And lord knew she had seen a lot of them.But seen was about all. Dee Dee had begged, borrowed, bought and stolen every photograph, drawing, or written description of penises that she could lay her sweet little hands on. It made no difference at all if the subject of the literature was erect or resting (although she did have to admit to an instinctive preference for the erect) she squirreled it away in the bottom of her closet.Dee Dee was eighteen and she knew her time (and cock!) would soon be at hand. The boys were beginning to ask her for dates, and although she didn't go all the way with them yet, she knew she would soon, and even the thought of that just made her pussy moist.Dee Dee lay on her bed in her bedroom. It was a nice bedroom. Her parents had let her pick out the paint and curtains herself.She had a large sofa bed with a stuffed, zoo that kept her company at night. And although she knew that she was much to old for the stuffed animals, she could not let herself abandon them yet.At night the animals still kept her company. Particularly the elephant, with his firm curved trunk. It was almost like a cock. And Dee Dee had repeatedly brought herself off by slipping the stuffed trunk between her long slender legs and rubbing up and down on it.As Dee Dee lay on the bed she let her hand wander down between her legs. She was wearing only a pair of her old flannel PJs and her hand easily fit into the waist band.She had a large color magazine she had found in a used book store. The magazine depicted several young men, all naked and tan.The "magazine was called the Boys of California, and each young tan man had a schlong that didn't quite reach down below his knees.Each boy was posed in a different position and with a different costume."Bud-likes to travel up and down the coast highway. Hitching is his favorite means of transportation, and not surprisingly he never seems to have any difficulty in getting rides," the caption read under one photo of a young man standing by the side of the road with his thumb out. The young man, who looked about Dee Dee's age was naked, except for a denim vest and a pair of tennis sneakers.Dee Dee let her hand run up and down her moistening slit. The boy's cock in the photo was fully erect and was about half the length of his arm. From the way the picture was taken, kind of a funny side view, he seemed to be hitching with his cock as much as his thumb.Dee Dee slipped her finger into her small pouting pussy and created a fantasy for herself."Look dad, there's someone hitch hiking up ahead. Let's pick him up, maybe he knows the area," she screamed from the back seat to her parents who drove the wood-paneled station wagon."Well, I don't know Dee Dee, he is naked, and he does have this tremendous hard-on," her father would answer back sternly."Oh, please Dad, look how young he is," Dee Dee would beg."Well, okay, but he sits back there with you," her father relented."But dear, he's stark naked with a twelve inch erection," her mother would whisper in that stage whisper that mother's use when their children are around."Oh I'm sure it's just fine," he father would say, swerving the car over to the side.Bud would immediately jump into the back and the car would swerve off.Dee Dee would waste no time. Moving her hand, slowly at first, she would carefully take hold of his huge cock. His cock is so big that she can't touch her fingers all the way around when she holds it.Slowly, slowly she begins to jerk him off.She can feel the heat rising off of his enormous pecker.Lightly then she would let her fingers play up and down the shaft. She would take special care and pay extra attention to the sensitive underside, and the top.The head would soon be throbbing, throbbing with lust and she would lower her head to his turgid tool.It would taste of salt, and of a manly kind of soap. Pulling her lips back over her teeth she would manage to just fit the top of his huge dong between her widely opened mouth.Her tongue, like a cat's, would run around and around the crown of the boy's sensitive tool.Slowly then, she would begin to lower her head further still on his pecker. Somehow it would all fit in her mouth. Letting it rest for a moment, she would begin to pump her head ever so slightly up and down on the giant cock. It would disappear completely into her warm soft mouth, resting at the back of her throat for only a split second as she began to pump faster and faster.With each bob of her head she runs her tongue up and down its entire length. Not missing an inch she covers the entire throbbing member with soft fluttering caresses of her tongue.Her throat opens wide and the cock slips in. She feels as if she's completely filled with cock now, and she doesn't want to move.Bud gives his hips a slight thrust and the pecker nudges the back of her throat. He does it again and the dong moves another inch into her tight throat, and then backs out an inch.His hips begin to thrust in a regular circular pattern and she begins to bob her head up and down again. They are perfectly in synch now and her gentle bobs perfectly compliment his circular thrusts.The hard pole slides with a kind of slippery ease in and out of Dee Dee's warm, wet mouth.Her head then begins to bob with increasing speed. She has to take one of her hands away from where she had gripped the cock at its thick base, and wipe away a stray strand of fine blonde hair for her now perspiring forehead.Bud lets one of his hands lightly rest on the top of her head. She moves her head up and down at an increasing pace, and the hand rides along with her for a while . And then the hand begins to push her head down.He wants her to suck him faster. She responds, and the hand begins to push easier on her head as she impales her head again and again on his thick thrusting tool.Where she holds his cock at the base, she can feel it turn slippery with her saliva. She begins to move the hand, bringing it up the long shaft, almost to where her mouth meets it, and then slides the hand back down to the base.Faster and faster she raises and lowers her head on his cock. His hips are thrusting higher and higher out of optional velour seats, as he feeds her more and more of his throbbing, pulsing cock.She can tell he is about to come. The hand comes back to the top of her head, and like a signal, she begins to plunge her head lower and lower on his massive tool, taking more and more of it deep into her throat.Then he is coming. The first thick stream of come hits her in the back of the throat, but she loses it anyway, it manages to escape her mouth and slide down his cock to collect around her hand.The second jet of come hits her again in the back of the throat and she catches it. It tastes bitter-sweet, just like the books and magazines say it should, and she holds it in her mouth for a long time, as the cock plunges in and out between her widely parted full lips.The cock is slick and glistening when he finally slides it out of her mouth. Surprisingly it hasn't seemed to lose any of its hardness, and she runs a playful hand up and down its slippery length, coaxing a few more drops of come from its wide pisshole."Is this your stop young man," her father would ask, looking in the rearview mirror at the couple for the first time."Yes sir, I believe it is," Bud answers in a voice that it as American as that of any boy next door.The car pulls over to the side of the road and Bud steps out.His cock is still hard and glistening with come and saliva as the car pulls away. He raises a large boyish hand and waves to Dee Dee as they drive into the sunset.Bud has a large smile on his face, and Dee Dee thinks she can see a large drop of come form at the tip and then fall, like a spider on a string, slowly to the ground.Dee Dee's cunt is quite wet. Just having those little fantasies is enough to get her wet.Her finger is soaking as she runs it up and down her slit. Slowly she pulls it out of the pajama bottom and brings it to her mouth.Tasting it, she discovers that her pussy juice tastes sweet. Then, returning the finger to her pouting little pussy she continues to run a naughty finger up and down the crack.Each time the finger reaches the very top of her pussy, right at her clit, she lets it linger for a second, and then gives it a little wiggle.Soon her finger is no longer enough. She presses her palm against her pussy, completely covering it and begins to push on it with an easy pressure as she slowly rotates the entire hand."AAAAAhhhhh," she moans quietly to her stuffed animals, and takes the Hon in her other arm and pushes her face into his bushy mane.She is moving on the bed now, writhing as if she had an invisible lover. With an urgency that only the young know she begins to move her hips up to meet the well directed caresses of her hand, rotating her hips in a slow and sensuous display.Cunningly she slips one finger into her pussy. She has no cherry. She hasn't had one since her second year of ballet school. The finger slips easily into the well-lubricated pussy. Slowly, slowly she begins to lunge the finger in and out of her aching cunt. She sinks the finger in all the way to the second knuckle and then slowly draws it out, teasing and testing herself with each centimeter the thin finger comes into the air.She can feel herself coming. The orgasm builds deep inside of her. She can feel it gain speed, and approach quickly. There is nothing that can stop it.Her pulse throbs in her pussy. It is as if her heart had suddenly been moved down to her cunt. With each heart beat her pussy contracts and squeezes her thin finger.Her hand is pumping as fast as it can now. When she looks down it seems a blur to her. Faster and faster she plunges it in and then quickly withdraws it only to plunge it in again.Her hips rise high off the bed and she lets out a scream that is muffled in the lions thick mane.Something like a short chill passes over the girl and then it is over. Slowly, and with regret, she removes her delicate finger from her small pussy and once again smells and tastes it before drying it on the lion's back.Then Dee Dee, as she always did, skipped over to the large chest of draws, filled with all of her clothes, and hides the magazine in the bottom drawer.When she went to sleep that night, she dreamed of Bud. The fantasy she had late in the evening is played again and again for her, like a movie she can go see without paying admission.The next day when Dee Dee's alarm went off she didn't respond. She heard the darn thing alright, she just didn't feel like getting out of bed.She lay there for a long time. She knew that her mother had heard the alarm and would be waiting to hear her moving around in her room.She had perhaps another ten minutes before her mother would call up to make sure she was awake.After that, she had perhaps another five minutes before her mother made a personal appearance to see for herself why her daughter wasn't getting up.Slowly Dee Dee lowered her feet to the floor. As always her slippers were waiting for her.like a prisoner of war held in her small suburban town, she marches, beaten and defeated to the bathroom."Would you like two eggs or one dear?" her mother calls up the stairs, her voice carries effortlessly, as if it slid along the polished wooden banister that outside of the bathroom door.Dee Dee with a mouth of foamy toothpaste doesn't answer. She knows that her mother will soft boil two eggs for her whether she says anything or not.After the young girl finishes with her daily bathroom ritual, she returns to her room and picks out a nice plaid skirt and white blouse to wear. There seems to still be a touch of winter in the air, so she adds to this outfit, a blue blazer and a red sweater-vest.When she reached the kitchen, her mother has already boiled her eggs and has them set out in an egg cup.One of the eggs sat like a patient waiting for a neurologist, its yellow brain already sliced open and gently steaming. Beneath the bottom half of the egg cup sits her other egg."Did you finish all of your homework dear?" her mother asks, pouring Dee Dee a large glass of orange juice."Yes, I suppose, I have an English paper coming up. Might have to stay late at the library," Dee Dee says, sinking her spoon deep into the bright yellow yoke."Well, just don't be too long. You know how I worry about you," her mother says, staring with unabashed admiration at her daughter."Used to be a time when I was so pretty," Dee Dee mother thinks as she takes a long sip of hot coffee."Okay, I have to run mom, thanks for breakfast," Dee Dee says, downing the last of the orange juice and getting to her feet."Okay bye," her mother answers, giving her daughter a kiss on the cheek.Once Dee Dee is out of the house the mother walks slowly over to the egg cup and forlornly removes the half peeled egg she had prepared for her daughter.With infinite sadness she walks over to the cat's dish and breaks up the egg into the dry food, and then returns to the table to finish her coffee."Used to be a time when I was so pretty," the mother thinks again to herself.She is not an unattractive woman. She is perhaps at the far end of her thirties. She still has a large pair of firm breasts. So firm she can go braless (if she ever wanted to) and still not make a fool of herself. Her legs are also still pretty good for a woman her age. But lord knows how long this can last.It isn't easy. Her husband was constantly away and she was practically raising Dee Dee by herself. But that was how her husband could afford to raise the girl at all. The best housing development in the state costs money, and money was what he earned he went out on the road and sold computers.Just then, just as Mrs. Candue was about to sink into a seemingly bottomless pit of self pity, the door bell rang.It was her neighbor Ms. Talbott. She was always very careful about the Ms., putting an extra "zzzzz" sound at the end.Although Talbott wasn't quite as attractive as Mrs. Candue, she always seemed to be full of energy. It might have been the separation from her husband. Since he had left there had been an endless string of men in and out of the house.Why, Mrs. Candue herself had heard, on many occasions, the sound of a car engine starting in the early morning.A car engine starting in the driveway of someone whose car would still be there at noon.Well, it wasn't any business of Mrs. Candue's, but still, deep down, she did feel a little jealous.The door bell rang again. Mrs. Candue rose from her kitchen table and walked slowly to the front door."Betty, Betty, you just have to turn on your TV. This is simply too good to miss," Talbott said as she stood on the Candue's welcome mat with a cup of instant coffee in her hand. . Betty Candue was surprised to see her neighbor up this early. Usually she didn't come around to gossip until early afternoon. The gossip sessions were always short however, after all Sonya Talbott was the main topic of gossip in the neighborhood, and what's the sense of gossiping if your gossiping with the topic of everyone else's gossip."Well, what's the rush? What is it?" Betty said to Di as the woman pushed past her into the living room and began to fumble with the dials on the TV'"They have these women on TV. Housewives who work as hookers during the day. They have them on one of those talk shows and they're telling everything. I just had to watch it with someone. It's a real hoot!" she said, finally tuning in the station where three middle aged, and not terribly attractive women sat around and chatted with the obviously intelligent and understanding interviewer."And when did you start off in the business?" the interviewer asked one of the women. She was a middle aged housewife, the kind who populate PTA meetings and Tupperware parties from coast-to-coast."I believe it was, oh, about three years ago. I would go out, two, or three times a week. It began as a kind of a joke at first, and then it progressed.""What do you mean when you say 'it progressed'? "the interviewer asked, the concern for his subject clearly evident in every inch of his face as the camera came in close."Well, I, uh, I just began to earn this incredible amount of money," she said, a smile sneaking around the corners of her mouth."How much, is an 'incredible amount'? " the interviewer probed."Good question. Good question!" Talbott said, elbowing Betty in the ribs, and obviously pleased with the direction the panel discussion was taking."Oh, well, say, eighty thousand dollars a year," she said shyly."Holy shit!" Talbott said."That is a terribly, large sum of money. Didn't your husband become, er, suspicious after a while?""Well, to tell you the truth, I hid most of the money for the first year. I had a safety deposit box and I hid the key in the basement.""Yes, and then what happened," the interviewer asked."Well, one day, I mean, I was just feeling restless. I just went out and starting spending the money.""Well on what? On what!? That's an awful lot of sirloin tips," Talbott demanded."Well, what exactly did you purchase, with your, er, part time earnings," the interviewer asked in a much more pleasant manner."Well, I bought a car," she said flatly."A car," Talbott and the interviewer said at the same time."Yes, a silver Porsche," she said in the same flat tone, this time allowing herself a small smile at the end of the announcement."A Porsche," both the interviewer andTalbott said at the same time, and both in the same stunned voice."Well, yes, a Porsche. I just walked to the dealer, picked it out, walked to the bank and counted out the right amount out of my savings box," the housewife hooker said."You just walked in and paid cash for the car?" the interviewer ventured on, it seemed that all other lines of questioning closed forever to him."Yes, it came to about, oh, thirty seven, thirty eight thousand. Somewhere in there," she said.Betty was afraid that she would have to constrain Talbott. The tall dark-haired woman was literally bouncing up and down on her sofa."She bought a fuckin' Porsche!" Talbott said to Betty, grabbing her very hard by the arm."Yes, I heard," Betty Candue replied."No you didn't hear. She went out a few days a week, slept with a few guys and she bought a new fuckin' car after a little over a year. I bet she even had money left over," Talbott said."Well, I mean, if you wanted to earn money like that," Betty said, and then thought that maybe she would have something really juicy to tell the other women at the Wednesday afternoon bridge game."We should try that!" Talbott said.