...Hungry Bodies

"Ugghhh, fuuuucckk," the stout, buzzed-haired teenager grunted, his tan skin covered in perspiration. On his knees, the muscles of his back flexed with each vigorous thrust into the snug pussy. A pair of strong legs bounced against his shoulders in rhythm with his back and forth motion. Near the end of those legs, a pair of ankles locked around his neck, helping support her weight as her firm ass hovered over the bed. Gripping those curvy cheeks, the powerful linebacker effortlessly brought the tightest cunt he ever felt up to meet his rigid dick.

"Beat...beat that meat into me!" JoJo commanded. Propped up by her elbows, the ex-virgin stared in lust at the view of Jared's thick cock disappearing and reappearing out of her tiny pussy.

"Tight...shiiit...so tight," Jared wheezed, his eyes moving in concert with those swaying D-cups. An admitted tit guy, Jared wanted to perform every possible action to those two mounds of perfect, firm flesh. I want to lick them, bite them, squeeze them, kiss them, fuck them...I want to worship them.

"You like my missiles?" the buxom teen asked huskily.

"Fuuuccckkkk!" Jared bellowed as JoJo pushed to meet his thrust. Recovering, he nodded. "I wanna fuck them!"

"You wanna explode on them? Mark me? Turn me into your fuck toy?"

"Already...fuck toy." To emphasize his point, Jared let go of one of JoJo's ass cheeks, bringing that hand up to squeeze her big tit.

As he twisted her nipple, JoJo threw her head back as her body arched in pleasure. The shrill of a squeal echoing around the room. Inhaling sharply, wanton wallflower realized that Jared's dick had stopped pumping into her.

"Noooo! Don't stop. Plug me, pluuugggg my puuuussssyyy," she pleaded, her body shaking with need.

"But, I wanna play with your melons," Jared said with a squeeze of her tit. "You're my toy to play with."

"Fill your toy. Turn these melons into milk wagons," JoJo whined her suggestion.

"Milk wagons?"

"Yes, fill me up with your cum. Then you can drink my milk someday." To emphasize her point, the randy teen repositioned her hand to cup and caress her breast.

"Want my cum that bad?" Moving his hand back to her firm ass, he issued a small poke with his pole.

"Yeessss! More and more. Coat my cunt with your cum!" the newly minted sex fiend begged. "Do it, dooo iiitt!"

Slipping his steel rod back until it almost exited her pulsing pussy, Jared slammed forward hard. Repeating the process, he settled into a steady rhythm of long, forceful thrust. Lunges that shook those mammaries in titillating fashion. Gawd, I love her tits. Imagine if they were filled with milk. Huge, so fucking huge.

No longer able to prop herself up on her elbows, JoJo sagged her upper body into the soft mattress. Her hands squeezed her big breasts together, nearly throwing off Jared's pace of pistoning. Fondling her funbags, she proceeded to pinch her pink teats, imagining a stream of milk squirting out. Fuck me! When did getting bred get so hot? I've barely even watched that kind of porn.

With an ever-increasing amount of sweat pouring off his body, Jared could feel the early signs of an approaching orgasm. As he watched JoJo, it hit him that she seemed to be attempting to milk her own tits. That would be so hot. I should fill her--wait, what am I thinking? I'm not ready for a kid! Shaking his head to clear it of the dangerous thoughts, he tried to reason with the sperm-crazy girl.

"Jo, I'm...ugh...getting closer. Gawddamn! Where...do you want...it?"

"In me!"

Gritting his teeth, Jared felt the pressure pushing against his internal damn. "Too risky...can't...pregnant."

"I want milk wagons. I wanna do this." Lifting her D-cup up toward her neck, JoJo leaned forward, barely capturing her own nipple between her lips. Merely seeing the incredibly arousing sight nearly flooded her with more dangerous babymakers.

"Can't...too young...ugh...be...mom." Biting down on his tongue, the future baby daddy staved of the eruption for several seconds. An attempt to pull out ended with JoJo's soccer-honed legs locking around his neck.

"Plant your seed. Plant it!" the unprotected ex-virgin panted, overheated by the risky sex. "Make me a mommy! Make me your mommy slluuuuuuttt!"

With images of his mother's lingerie-clad body flashing through his brain, Jared lost another battle of wills with JoJo.

---

Looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Rachel shook her head in dismay at herself for not checking on JoJo's birth control status. The ginger-haired mother worried that the sweet, shy girl would follow her life and have a child too early. Not that she regretted having children young, recalling those days long past when two babies ran amuck in the Stratton home. Certainly, she didn't want Lana or Lacey to end up pregnant any time soon, but the thought of another baby in her life stirred up her maternal nature.

"Oh, no! Did you bring enough for everyone? Then you don't get those," Rachel scolded Clive in her teacher voice. Her husband stopped placing the second earplug into his ear. "If I have to listen to--"

"Plant your seed. Plant it!" JoJo's voice carried down the walkway.

"--that, then so do you."

Recognizing the no-nonsense tone of his lifelong love, Clive removed the already-in-place earplug. Working to find a solution, he considered other noise-blocking options.

"Make me a mommy! Make me your mommy slluuuuuuttt!"

Both Rachel and Clive's heads swung to look at the door. The usually unflappable district attorney merely raised an eyebrow at the dirty talk invading their bedroom. His wife's nurturing nature left her conflicted. Part of her wanted to rush down the hall to make sure JoJo and Jared didn't make a mistake that couldn't be taken back. Yet, a warm tingle growing inside her hinted at the other part of Rachel.

Turning away from the door and toward her husband, Rachel saw Clive holding out the pair of earplugs in the center of his palm.

"They're probably down for the count after that second time, but if not, you can use these. I'll manage or find something else."

Pausing for a moment, Rachel turned down his offer with a quick shake of her head. Clive's eyebrows raised back up as his wife's boy language shifted. Gone was the motherly fretting over JoJo. In its place came another aspect of Rachel's personality, one that actually surprised her husband.

"Uh, hun?"

"Oh, we're not going to sleep already. I think that we should show those two lusty kids what lovemaking sounds like." Placing a hand on a hip, Rachel began to play with her soft, pink nightgown. Tracing her free hand along the edges of her Double D-cup, the busty schoolteacher drew attention to a hardening nipple, winking as she pinched it. The hand resting on her hip gathered up a portion of the cashmere material, inching it upward from her knee. Her opposite foot slowly ran up and down her leg, teasing Clive with its seductive play. "Take off those pajama pants."

"No role-playing, you got that," Clive stressed, pulling down his flannel pajama bottoms.

"Yes, Daddy," Rachel flirtily replied.

"Raacheeelll," he drew out her name in a warning.

"Are you sure you don't want me to play a big-titted teenager?" Rachel inquired, palming her big boobs. "Maybe I can play virginal JoJo getting pounded by your studly Jared."

Clive's mind flashed to an image of Lacey's classmate and how she might look naked and riding his cock. Then, realizing what he did, he felt shame for the momentarily lurid thought about Sean's best friend, a girl he'd watched grow up. Seeking to banish the stray thought, his wife's actions didn't help.

Untying her nightgown, Rachel let the sleepwear slide off her body and to the ground. The voluptuous mother crawled onto the bed, slithering up until she reached his waist. There she grabbed his fully-engorged cock, sliding it between the valley of her ripe melons.

"Mr. Stratton! I'm here to study with Lacey, not get titty-fucked," Rachel poorly mimicked JoJo's voice. "I've never been with a man before. Are you going to sperm me? Make me a mommy?"

"Ugh! Stop, Rachel, stop," he ordered his wife. "Seriously, what's gotten into you these last few days?"

"Not enough of this, hun," she replied, gesturing to his pre-cum leaking cock. "Maybe it's this cabin or all these horny teenagers here with us, but my body is on fire."

"Shit, I swear Harvey's old sex parties are haunting this new cabin," Clive rolled his eyes at his friend's oversexed nature and reputation. Feeling his wife slide so that her tits dragged across his chest, he insisted again that they not role-play as any teens.

"Fine." Giving her husband a quick kiss on the lips, Rachel dropped a new bombshell. "I do want you to sperm me, hun. I want you to shot your seed into me, making me a mommy again."

"What?!"

"Lacey's leaving next fall. We're going to be empty-nesters, and I can't stand the thought of that. Let's have another baby."

"Are you serious? Wait, aren't you on birth control?"

"Maybe, maybe not, Mr. Stratton," Mrs. Stratton responded suggestively. That earned her a hard slap to her ass. "Yes, I am, but I want to pretend I'm not for now. Later we can talk for real, okay?"

"Okay," Clive nodded, taking a firm hold on his wife's hips and spinning them around so that he was on top. Looking down at his beautiful wife, he couldn't help crack a grin at a new idea. "I always did love drinking excess milk from you back then."

"Yes, you did. And you loved when my tits got even bigger."

"Let's show those two down the hall, what experience and true love counts for," Clive said, sliding his hard cock past her wet lips.

"Yes, it's time for Daddy to sperm Mommy!" Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs before falling into a giggling fit.

---

Finishing his pre-bedtime piss, Jeff exited the lower-level bathroom. Hearing a scream of pleasure come down two flights of stairs, he didn't know what to think. At this rate, that boy's coming home from college with a girlfriend sporting a baby bump. They can't make that male birth control fast enough for him.

Heading down the hall to his room, Jeff knew the sounds of their son taking JoJo's cherry had gotten to his wife. If he hadn't needed to relieve his bladder, he'd already be balls deep in a very horny Gabby. Then, hearing a loud moan, Jeff thought for a moment that she started without him, using one of her warm-up toys. But the cry sounded more of frustration than pleasure, and it came from the wrong side of their hallway.

"No, like that!" Kimberly instructed before a long pause. "How have you not learned to please a woman by now? No, don't give me that look. Get your tongue back in me!"

Chuckling at the other person's misfortune, Jeff went a few more steps to his door. Opening it up, he noticed he'd guessed right about his wife. Spread out on the bed, clad only in a flimsy, black nightie, Gabriela worked her vibrator along her pussy lips. After all these years, Jeff knew that Gabby needed to do some prep work before taking his thick cock.

"What's so funny?" she asked, still pleasuring her body.

"Oh, Kimberly has somebody in her room. Whoever it is apparently doesn't meet her standards," Jeff replied as he took his shirt off.

"Really? I wonder who she snagged." The olive-skinned woman paused her self-pleasure, then tossed her buzz buddy aside. Jumping off the bed, Gabby pulled her lingerie back down and hurried to the door. "Let's go see who the unlucky person is."

"Wait, don't go and..." Jeff trailed off as his wife was already out the door. Sighing, he moved to follow her, immediately seeing her ear already against the hobby room's door.

"You're hopeless," came Kimberly's annoyed voice from inside. "Let's see how your cockwork rates."

"I wonder who's in there," Gabby whispered to Jeff as he motioned to return to their room. "Sean's in the hospital, so he's out. Same with Jared upstairs."

"I doubt Finn walked away from Lana and Peyton," Jeff commented, earning a giggle from his eavesdropping wife.

"Imagining a threesome with our friends' daughters? And I'm the naughty one."

"First, you actually fucked one of our friends' kids last night. Second, I pictured it more for Jared, after you put the idea into my head," Jeff stated.

"Is that all you got? Put some effort into it," Kimberly ordered. "Drill me!"

Biting her lip, Gabby recalled the shy, awkward girl from their high school days. "When did Kimmie get so assertive? Finn doesn't seem to like her anymore, so I bet you're right. Hmm, it's likely not Austin. Lacey's too scrumptious a little thing to cheat on."

"Could it be Fred?"

"Can he really get it up anymore with all his drinking?" Gabby asked dismissively.

"He was tapping Skye. She's got to be a hellcat in bed," Jeff pointed out.

"True. Maybe--"

"Stop acting like a little bitch! Be a grown-ass man and fuck me!" the older woman demanded loudly in the hobby room.

"Well, I hardly think we're witnessing a second virgin lose their cherry tonight. So that knocks Newt out of the running. So it must be Owen," the dark-haired woman speculated.

"Makes sense as he was in the rec room a few minutes ago. But doesn't it seem a little distasteful? I mean Whitney's in the hospital because of their breakup."

"Wh-what are you doing with that? Oww! That hurt, bitch!" A deep voice shrieked.

"Yep, that's definitely Owen in there," Gabby declared.

"What did you call me?" Kimberly challenged in a menacing tone.

"Nothing. Sorry."

"Ma'am. Call me ma'am."

"Sorry, ma'am," Owen meekly apologized.

"Wait, don't--owwwwww! Fuck that burns!"

"I told you to stop acting like a little bitch. This will make it hotter."

"Jesus, should we do something?" Jeff asked his wife.

"I guess," Gabby responded before raising her voice. "Hey! You better not leave any blood, or Harvey will be pissed."

"Zip it, Gabby! You're scaring my toy for the night," Kimberly shot back. "Go eavesdrop on your kid if you're going to be pervy tonight."

"Us pervy? She's the one that's got her fun for the night screaming in pain," Gabriela remarked to her husband. Raising her voice back up, "Fine, but I better not have to answer any questions to the police tomorrow. Like last time."

"What? Last time? What did you do?" Owen questioned, his voice shooting higher.

"Nothing! She's lying."

"Oh, that was mean," Jeff commented as they reentered their bedroom.

"I know. I couldn't help myself," his wife admitted with a laugh.

"Uh, you still wanna fool around," he asked, not sounding excited.

"You don't want to?"

"Not really. Kimberly seems kind of messed up. Kinda killed the mood for me."

"Yeah, she does."

---

"Beer me!"

Rolling his eyes, Finn tossed a beer over to Lana as he entered the sunroom. Peyton proved polite and waited for her drink. After handing it to her, the young man checked the fire inside the woodstove. Pleased with what he saw, he sat back down on the couch near it.

"They're at it again," Finn announced, not needing to explain who he meant by them.

"Again?!" Lana exclaimed, sitting up straighter on the couch that she had claimed all for herself.

"Are you sure?" Peyton questioned. "We don't hear anything."

"JoJo's not spewing her cheesy porn lines, but the bed is a knocking up there," Finn answered. "You know, as her surrogate big sister, you should have a talk with JoJo. I'm starting to think that girl watches way too much porn."

"Can't girls jill themselves off to it like guys?" Lana challenged. "It's great for those lonely, rainy nights."

"She did mention that she liked to watch them when I bought her a dildo."

"You what?" Finn spat out a mouthful of beer.

"Peyton Tarver, you never told me that! Aren't you the sneaky one? That's kind of naughty, helping corrupt an innocent little girl," Lana teased, smirking.

"I'm sure you're well familiar with a sex shop, Lan. You probably sweet-talked your way into buying one before you even could drive," Finn guessed.

"Nope. I didn't need to buy one. Aunt Gabby took care of that. Of course, mom was pissed when she found it, but she let me keep Blue Bullet."

"Blue...yeah, I don't want to know," he said.

"Gawddamn, that's at least Jared's third time tonight. Maybe even fourth if he taught JoJo to suck dick," Lana speculated. "Shit, I'm getting a little jealous over here. My first time was good, but JoJo's is turning into one of the best ever. Jared's a machine. How many times did he give it to you last night?"

"I never said it was Jared!" a mortified Peyton screeched. The girls could be pretty open about their lives with Finn, but detailed recaps of their sex life weren't one of them.

"Tell me!"

"Please don't," Finn muttered.

"You know, I'm kinda regretting not replacing JoJo up there. It crossed my mind when I tied Jared up. I could've grabbed you instead," Lana said to Peyton. "We've never tag-teamed a guy before. We could've had our own first."

"And we never will."

"You know, Pey, we could still have some fun," Lana continued. Her arousal increasing at the sounds of JoJo and Jared's loud, lusty fucking, and a new idea. Lying on the couch, she rubbed her thighs together as her need to be pleasured increased.

"Don't get any ideas," Peyton warned.

"Maybe we can't have our first bestie tag team, but we can do even better. We'll have a bestie threesome!"

Finn and Peyton knew a crazy idea would leave her lips, but even this went too far. They glanced at each, with both delivering a hard "No."

"But it would be--"

"No!" Peyton and Finn repeated at the same time.

"Aww, you guys are no fun!" whined a horny Lana.

---

Gawd, I need some pussy, Austin told himself. Lying in his bunk, the horny teen thought back to the several missed opportunities he had earlier for sex. Lacey wouldn't sneak off from ice skating when he wanted. Nor would she leave early so that they had an empty cabin or bunkroom to fool around in. Damn, I've never cheated, but Mrs. Gettinger seemed like she wanted it last night. Even if she's Mom's friend, I've watched her in those skimpy workout outfits for years. Unfortunately, that option had departed the cabin.

Lace looked pretty excited from Jared and JoJo's fucking. Who would have thought that shy girl had it in her? If I had known that, fucking her would've been the perfect way to screw over Tarver.

Recalling the beginnings of a turned-on look on Lacey's face, Austin cursed her father and all fathers of daughters in general. Mr. Stratton is always a dick to me. Fucking sucks dating a girl whose father is the district attorney. I thought Dad was strict when it came to Rory, but what's the worst Dad could do if she had a boyfriend. Not sell him a car? Lacey's dad is probably the worst dad I could've ended up with.

Hearing a faint ping, Austin grumbled to himself. Dammit, Denton, couldn't you have stayed back so I could have this room to myself! Instead, the other teenager sat in his upper bunk, playing with his tablet. Austin, too, wanted to play, but with a junior version of himself. Palming his semi-hard cock inside his pajamas, the teen imagined what could have happened if Lacey had been game earlier.

The cute, petite cheerleader bent over a tree stump. Her soaking wet panties and jeans pulled down to one ankle. The squishing and slapping of skin on skin as he took her from behind, much like the woodland animals that might be spying on the rutting couple. Those squeaks and squeals he loved so much coming from his girlfriend's mouth. Reaching forward, Austin would've pushed his hand under her shirt, cupping one of her medium-sized tits. Life couldn't have gotten any more perfect. But wait, it could! Another pair of even larger tits suddenly pushed against his back. Surprised Austin would've turned around, only to have a tongue jammed down his throat. The new arrivals hand would've moved down to where his cock sawed in and out of his girl's tight pussy. The same girl that would look back with a sultry smirk.

"You've been such a wonderful boyfriend, Auss, that I invited my sister to join us."

"And the Stratton sisters are going to make your every dream come true," Lana huskily declared into his ear.

PING

Losing his dream fantasy, Austin slammed the wall with his arm. Fuck! Do I need to cram myself into that tiny bathroom and rub one out? Yeah, I guess I do, Austin noted as his cock swelled to about three-quarters hard. Sliding out his bunk, he glared at Newt.

"Way to be rude, Denton."

Looking up from his tablet, Newt seemed puzzled. Taking out an earpiece, he quizzically studied his former bully. "What?"

"I said, way to be rude, Denton."

PING

"What are you talking about?"

"Playing your tablet so loud that I can't sleep," Austin gestured to the device.

"I barely have any sound on, and the earbuds are in," Newt explained.

"Well, I can still hear your pinging."

"That's not from me."

PING

Both teens' heads slowly turned toward the window that overlooked Wasp Lake. They then glanced at each other, shrugging in confusion at the high-pitched sound. Already standing, Austin walked over to the glass. Peering out, he scanned the icy lake in the moonlight.

PING

"Holy shit!"