Why do teens always have their music loud?
Ms Lucy Jones likes the Kama Sutra — the lustful leg & the wheelbarrow.
Margret and Timothy Jones were getting exasperated with the moody duo of Cameron and Lucy, the senior college siblings they had thought were destined for University next year.
The alarm bells rang as letters arrived stating both 'kids' were behind with assignments and needed to focus in the final short term.
Margret had been virtually inconsolable as a young wife when Cameron's twin sister had died as an infant.
Tim saved his marriage and his wife's emotional well-being by adopting a young girl named Lucy. Margret returned to full motherhood, and life rolled on through the years.
They avoided 'teen' rebellion, angst, and party rage as a family.
Lu and Cam were capable if they studied and were competent at sports. The trouble when it started had a pinpoint — realised Mrs Jones — the arrival of that J'Arnie Rogers into Lucy's life. Her daughter was too effusive about the skanky; yes, she hated using the word: slutty, scantily dressed brunette.
Her impressionable daughter's so-called bestie.
Hamish, the tart's stepbrother, was fine. Margret thought he was a great mate and helped Cameron with his studies.
Mrs Jones also thought that Lu and Cam were becoming more secretive. You know the signs: your offspring stop talking when you enter a room, avoid questioning, change the topic abruptly and give each other confidential — closed to adults — private signals.
But it was the loud music that was most annoying. It was too noisy, really. God, the damage it was probably doing to their ears.
Metal, rap and grunge filled the house after dinner every evening in their bedrooms.
Just what was the frickin point or attraction — mused the pessimistic Margret with two on the cusp of adulthood but fast becoming unknown family entities under her own roof.
It was enough to drive her out and walk the bloody ratty dogs with her husband, a responsibility only Tim has taken seriously recently. It was years since Lu or Cam had walked the Labradors.
"What do you want to play?" Jonesy said to Lucy.
He didn't have a preference: rap was cool, heavy metal was his solo listening choice, but classical rock earned respect in his collection.
Once he started fucking his adopted sister, he barely heard the music, however strident it was.
Maybe he screwed her to the drum or rap rhythm — he'd have to listen one day and see if he was fucking to a strident beat.
Cameron only knew without the music; his parents would be breaking the door down as Lucy had lately lost all control with sex.
She was shrill, she was filthy, and she was sensational.
So Jonesy just kept turning the volume knob up, and his adopted sister kept getting louder.
It was like her orgasmic rasp was competing with his room's high-fidelity surround sound.
The oldies appeared to have given up on after-dinner quiet and were both walking the dogs. Still, if they returned or Mum didn't go — the music stayed booming.
Jonesy put on the South Side Boyz — about to belt out their stuff —louder than Lucy, hopefully.
He had hit play on the stereo, and already on cue, Lucy had her hand over his crotch and her tongue in his ear.
She was whispering her obscene scenario.
Lucy didn't care if he kept to any fantasy script. Her voice always got his pecker erect fast.
She had learnt the dirty tart talk from J'Arnie.
"I want you to finger my butt, but slowly, you randy arsehole, just the sensitive shallow prod."
She crooked her finger.
"Be a bastard…then slide it around…then I want your frickin tongue…on my pink tight ring."
Lucy let her wet tongue tip circle her own moist lips.
"Then stick your tip in and lick me — keep licking me — make me moan like a slut. Are you ready?"
Sounded like a great starting plan to Jonesy.
He knew he would get distracted and ad-lib once he got down there. His sis had too much cute designer flesh competing for any male's one-focus attention between a woman's legs.
The tart didn't even bother with underwear these days.
Cameron peeled off her jeans, and his face and fingers met shaved opulent flesh.
Yeah, petite titties as he removed her T-shirt.
No bra.
No bust.
But what a camel toe the skinny bitch had on display only for him.
Lucy was standing with her legs apart, and Jonesy went down on his sibling,
Ms Jones, in her upright position.
The power sex fem-position.
Tongue directly into her shaved readymade fun for boy's hole.
Cameron was enjoying her fore-cleft but knew her aft-crack wanted equal attention.
Geez, young women want every fucking crevice teased instantly. Basically, at the same time. Christ, you better give that skin stretch between their ring and cunny some tongue licking too!
Jonesy was slurping and sweeping everywhere.
It seemed Lucy didn't care as long as he hit the sweet, sensitive spots often enough.
Cam knew her clit drove her wild and circled it gently and then firmly. That started the bitch raising the decibels.
"Oh fuck you …you dirty bastard…you know what I want…why did you make me wait…tease my clit…mmm…mmm…more…harder you brute!"
Well, Jonesy gave it his all.
He probed his tongue under her hood, lifting her clit up her body. He could feel Lucy arching up on her toes.
Cameron was giving her the climax treatment, but he wanted to rag the bitch into pleading.
Pleading delivers the biggest highs in sex.
Equally, her arsehole needed equity here, and his tip went right into her cute pinkish rim.
He taunted her flesh with stabbing peaks of desire.
Then he really got serious with her perineum workout. He used the edge of his nail to scrape over her responsive, soft, delicate flesh.
Lucy moaned in happiness.
"Oh, you bastard, just wait till I get under your balls, you prick …with my nails… you'll be begging for more and begging me to stop."
Her thighs quivered.
"Fuck that feels good… don't stop, you prick…mmm…ooh…ooh."
The bastard stopped.
He had an unfinished date with her clitty, and boy, was it swollen and receptive now.
A rapid series of broad hard sweeps with his tongue, and Lucy was nearly frickin yelling with a bursting sensational fem-climax.
"Oh fuck you…oh my god…oh god… don't stop now you degenerate prick…finish the job…ooh …ooh…OHH"
She was louder than the music —fuckin' hell!
It was enough to shut her up for a while with a cock in her gob.
A meat gobstopper.
True stiff candy.
Glug, glup and guggle in a spit bath as Lucy quaffed a flesh frankfurter fast.
Wow, was she happy sucking head
She was made for the job.
Her mouth was designed for the task.
She loved the job.
Lucy felt fully alive when being skull fucked.
"Yeah, you bitch…take it deep…ball deep, you bitch…you can't get enough of it."
Lucy seriously couldn't get enough of his cock.
It was beyond a habit.
Cock was her only pastime or leisure pursuit.
Her girlfriend J'Arnie was right — accessible cock under a teen girl's roof 24/7 — shouldn't be considered contraband.
Ms Jones had to suck off Jonesy's ball sack.
Her brother was groaning vociferously now, especially once her long nails scratched over his perineum.
Pure paradise and hell in the same instance.
Yet he had to have more while it was overly intense — so sensitive as Lucy layered the snaring pleasure.
Until the prick begged her to stop.
"Oh fuck you, you slut…careful…I want it…oh shit…no…yes…no …no…yes… you bitch…orh…orhh."
Lucy bounced up and whipped open a book — Illustrated Kama Sutra.
"Jesus Christ! Are you sure!" said Cam.
And sweet little Lu-lu put useless years of ballet to use.
Her limber execution would have put a professional to shame as she kicked her leg up over her brother's shoulder and locked her extended arms around his neck.
Cameron's flesh spear hammered into the gash his steppie presented.
Swank swaying ensued as bodies fastened.
Poised to collapse yet sensationally adhered.
Lucy was effusive, " Oh, cripes, I feel split! "
All Cameron could do was stab and stab again!
The sensational couldn't hold as Lucy tumbled backwards on the bed with Cameron on top of her.
"Geez, that was unreal," she said.
Then added, " You can have my arse in the wheelbarrow position!"
Lucy hit the floor and pushed up with her arms. Jonesy grabbed her thighs and raided her pre-prepped arsehole.
Talk about youthful combined core strength!
"Orrgh, that's deep! Orrgh, oorgh!"
How far can you push into a ring?
Cameron slapped his balls on her peachy buttocks.
Lucy felt faint. Her mind hit a high! Her arse spasmed in an explosion of pleasure with the pettiest tinge of pain.
"You're so good for my cock," said Cam
" I'm a slut. Ugh!"
" Lu, your butt is so sweet! Ooof, yeah!"
" Geez, you prick, because I frickin prepped right! Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
Cam stuffed her like priming a cannon.
"Orrgh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," from Jonesey.
Lucy dropped and rolled and faced her pecker deity on her knees.
She squeezed his shaft, spat on it, and took his erectness fully and deeply in her mouth. Then she eased his stick in and out.
Cam realised she was unconsciously in tune with the rap beat, and it was getting faster.
Her sucky-slide sequence was quick — speedier than the foul-mouth rapper.
Of course, Jonesy was going to cum hard. The only question was where? In Ms Jones's delectable mouth, across her mini titties or —
The bitch was developing new skills fast —where the hell from —surely not net porn — probably that slut bestie J'Arnie.
Cam was beyond thinking, though —his dick was his life in the instance.
It knew only one thought…absolute prick pulsing pleasure…because Ms Jones spun around and guided his stiff pecker between her butt cheeks.
She let him rub his dick's finale between her arsehole ravine.
God, he came…like he had rarely ever cum…it was a thick, repeated, streaming squirting wad, and his vocal, "Orh…Orh…Orh," was way louder than any noise Lucy had made on any evening.
Margaret and Ted Jones were back from walking their two dogs.
The house was quiet again, thank god.
Cam was doing his homework in his bedroom.
Lucy was reading a textbook, feet up on the longue.
College teens who understood them, their moods, and their need for loud bursts of music, thought Mrs Jones.
As she poured herself and her husband an evening red, she pondered,
And now, they were chill. Well, it was pleasing, and music appeared to calm them.
Marget thought: one day, it will be sex with a partner.
When she was exasperated and tense, it was Tim's cock that calmed her.
Thank god Cam wasn't out chasing pussy on a school night, or Lucy wasn't rutting unprotected in the back of some unsavoury dude's car or was being a slut on the walking trail that bisected the local reserve, the weir and the creek.
Still, did they have to have the music up so loud?
It seemed so — as it was loud again after dinner the next day and the next.