Fucking the Johnsons Pt. 3

I squeeze my eyes tight. I gag slightly as Mr. Johnson’s cock pushes farther into my mouth than it had before. As his member slides over the flat of my tongue on its way out of my mouth I feel a small sharp pain on my inner thigh. I move my head back quickly. Mr. Johnson’s grip slightly loosened, I instinctually pull my mouth off of the rock hard cock in my mouth and look down toward the pain. I see Mrs. Johnson with her teeth clenched tight on the exposed flesh of my thigh. I let out another loud gasp of pain.

Mrs. Johnson lets the skin between her teeth snap back into place. She looks up at me and smiling say, “If you’re going to stop every time you feel a little pain it is going to be a long night and an especially long summer.” My eyebrows shoot up and crest on my forehead. “S-sorry, I just didn’t…” Cutting me off Mrs. Johnson thrusts her middle and index fingers into my wet and ready pussy. My head tilts back sharply. I let out a loud cry. “MMmmm it’s nice and warm in here, My Love. Maybe you should try it out…” Mrs. Johnson’s voice trails off as she looks up past me giving her husband a lurid look. Mr. Johnson looks down at me and smiles. “Yeah, I think it is time to see what this one can do.

Fucking The Johnsons Pt. 2

It wasn’t supposed to be this cold tonight, I thought to myself as I padded across the street. I should have brought a hoodie, I reprimand myself. Trying to walk a fine line between moving stealthily and not seeming suspicious I lean against a tall tree planted along the sidewalk, its root pushing up and cracking the cement walkway. The house is only about fifty yards away, the approach would be a whole lot easier if everyone in this damn neighborhood didn’t have their porch light burning all night. I make a break for it and stop crouched beside the window I had picked to be my entry point. This should be the easy part. The couple was out of town, they were clearly rich, and there is no sign of an alarm system.
I pop the window open and climb inside. Closing the window behind me I make my way up a marble staircase with a delicately designed banister made of some kind of metal. That’s where it all went to shit. The light went on, and there they were. I thought I was going back to juvie, they had other ideas.
All this plays through my head as Mr. Johnson’s cock slides smoothly in and out of my mouth. I roll my tongue over the head as it nears my lips. As his swollen member exits my mouth a extend my tongue lapping at the tip.
My head tilts upward quickly and a gasp followed quickly by a moan escapes my lips. Up until this point, she had only kissed and licked in short spurts. While I was preoccupied with her husband’s cock in my mouth she had buried her own mouth between my legs as she separated my lips with her fingers. I could feel her tongue moving over my clit in impossible ways. I arch my back but she grabs me tightly and holds me in place. My thighs begin to quiver.
Not to be forgotten Mr. Johnson moves his thick erect dick closer to my mouth and this time grabs a handful of hair before pushing his member back into my mouth. I almost gag before regaining my composure. All I can do is suck feverishly and moan against his rock hard penis as his wife sends wave after wave of pleasure surging through me.

Fucking the Johnsons

I cover my small breasts as I shift my weight nervously. What am I doing here? What was I thinking? These questions and more bombard my mind as Mr. Johnson reaches out and takes hold of my wrists. He firmly but gently moves my hands away from my breast exposing my B cups to the open air. He licks his lips as the strongly built man takes a step back to look me over. My brown skin is almost completely exposed except for the small sliver of fabric that is my white cotton thong.
Mrs. Johnson steps forward and takes my hand. She walks me over to the bed and sits me down. She lightly pushes me back. I try not to reach up to cover my breasts again as I lay on my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I feel her slowly work my panties off my hips down my thighs, over my knees, and past my feet. I almost try to shut my legs, but she seems to know what is going through my mind and she places herself between them. She pushes them out wider. Kneeling down she places a kiss on my waxed pussy. A flash of electricity shoots through me.
I close my eyes and I tilt my head to the side. When I open them I see Mr. Johnson himself kneel, on the bed. His rock hard cock hovering above my head. It may be the angle but his seems to dwarf that of my boyfriend’s or any other member I have seen. He places his hand under my head lifting it slightly. I put my elbows behind me and lift me face up level with his penis. I feel another surge of pleasure wash over me as Mrs. Johnson spreads my lips and her tongue dances between them. I close my eyes again. This time, I open my mouth and take Mr. Johnson inside. All this…and summer has just started.