In our two-faced, double-standard world of sexual and social phony-boloney, there are no sharper turns or steeper slides than incest or pedophilia. We are too dishonest to admit sexual love for our kin, especially the very young. In older societies-and who can say they are not wiser for their age?-sex is a more practical matter.
As a matter-of-fact, according to studies carried on over the past fifty years, the same "abandoned" practices which our social order decries in India, China, and black civilizations are to be found in our own communities. Carolyn Hunt, who regularly contributes a genuinely exciting atmosphere in her adult novels, says, in effect, it may be just down the block from you.
In this stimulating tale, warmed by the California sun she knows so well, Ms. Hunt's heroine is a courageous young girl whose only desire is to help her brother. Loving is giving, according to the ancient adage, and little Eva James, with a "baby brother" unusually advanced physically for his age, gives him all she has.
It is a plenty. In fact, her lonely and frustrated father, unable to find his way back to his old-time sexual boldness, is not above needing her "help", too.
As in all such relationships, it is a matter of give as well as take, and her father joins her brother in pouring their love and affection into their family arrangement. There is a touching and heart-warming generosity in the way she gives to her men-folk, and in the generosity with which they give it to her.
"I like to base my novels on situations that are as real as life itself," Ms. Hunt writes us. "A boy reaching puberty too soon, grasping blindly for what will help him to find his goal, is only too frequently shunted aside from his true need ..When he is lucky enough to have a loving sister, he finds there is a better way of beating whatever rises in his path to cause him worry and discomfort."
In this same vein, the author also warmly accepts the fact that a father, bottling up his normal passions, can find no love more tender or more sincere than the love that exists within his own family. And her young heroine, who is willing to give until it hurts, finds to her great joy that it doesn't.
"I don't consider the old-fashioned 'happy ending' to be corny, trite, or unbelievable," Carolyn concludes her cover letter. "No love brings more good feelings than family love, and it is a love that lasts and lasts and lasts. Marriages may dissolve in divorce, but brother-sister-father love go on forever."
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CHAPTER ONE
It all started when Eva James had to stay ten minutes late in her last class and missed her regular bus. Everyone in Crest Junior High knew Eva, but this later bus, picking up kids from Echo Lane Junior High and Marquez Union High School had kids from all over. Thus, the three girls who sat just behind Eva didn't know her at all, so they didn't mind talking about her brother.
It made her furious. She was only a year older than Jodie, but she had always been his champion. Even now, when he had suddenly shot up until he looked a whole lot older than his twelve years, and was nearly a head taller than Eva, she still felt the same way about him. Protective, responsible. He was still her "little brother."
But the girls behind her didn't think he was so little. They were showing off, of course. Like Eva, they were only about thirteen, possibly closer to fourteen than Eva was. But they had tits like seniors, and they were conscious of their sex, and they liked to talk about it. And, being young and silly, they were still playing boy-and-girl games, made up mainly of pretense and imagination.
"Hey, did you see those kids by the pool?" the dark one with the long hair asked. "That Joe James, especially. What's with him? How come he's still in junior high?"
"He's on the swimming team for the District," the middle girl, the chubby blonde who, now that she was on the bus and away from school, had unbuttoned her blouse until her big, blue-veined tits almost seemed ready to pop out. She giggled. "Maybe he missed a grade or two, somewhere. But he's big, all right."
It was one of those rather difficult days for Eva. She had "been a woman," as the girls said, for two years. Girls mature swiftly around Marquez and Oak Hill and Sand Castle-in fact, in all of that semi-tropical climate. It's not uncommon for girls to start having menstrual periods at eleven. Nor for boys to grow up quickly. Eva could have turned on the three girls and told them that Joe took after his father, who had been a football star at Marquez Union High, and at Stanford. But she was afraid she might lose her temper and start crying. And she wouldn't give those idiots that satisfaction.
It's bad enough to be small for your age, and feel that your breasts belong on a ten-year-old girl, and have freckles. And to wear glasses. But to 'ose her temper and cry before these three nitwits, that would really be painful. And this was one of those tough days.
The day was hot and so was the bus. Because it was the last one, it always waited a while at each school to get the stragglers. And the vinyl seat had made it feel like Eva's sweet and tender little butt was mashed into a frying pan, because the seat she got was on the sunny side. And, because it was so close to her period, and she still wasn't calendar-regular yet, she had to wear a tampon in her sweet, juicy little cunt just to be extremely certain she wouldn't suddenly begin to flow. What a disaster that would be! Not that she didn't really love the idea of being grown up enough to ache and throb and itch and have her neat little pussy swell up, once a month. But she didn't like-couldn't stand-having the world know it from the seat of her short little skirt.
Therefore, while the comments of the girls made her just a little angry, she didn't want to get upset and maybe bring her period on ahead of time. She sort of liked this feeling.
She could never remember a time when her little cunnie hadn't felt good when it was tickled in the right place. And its lips had fattened and become sweeter and more mature long before she had even the first hair on them. And, just because she was a very small girl, without the obvious, opulent maturation of most other girls in Crest Junior High, no boy had ever asked her for a date, not even the youngest and most bashful. You'd think they'd know I'm bashful, too, and ask me, Eva thought.
"I don't care how old he is, or why he's not in senior high," the third girl, a tall blonde with a beautiful, slender body and provocatively long, full breasts said. "He can dip his wick in my oil any time! Wow! Did you see...." and her voice went down to a lower pitch so that Eva couldn't hear the world. But she knew, of course, what the girl meant. Even if she had learned most of what she knew about sex from listening to other girls in the locker room. Or from books. Daddy's books, the ones that he thought were so securely hidden.
The thought made her want to giggle, too. And it did make her squirm. That hot, smooth vinyl seat, feeling like some huge, warm mouth on her lovable little pussy, was getting to her. She didn't weigh much, but it was enough to press her sensitive, thick cuntlips together, mashing her itchy, demanding clitoris between them.
The first girl laughed. "When he came up out of that water, you could see every inch of his cock," she said very plainly. "I know guys over at Palomino College who don't have any more. Wow! I wish I went to Crest!" She paused and looked wistful, her firm-fleshed young body straining at her clothes. "Well, you can bet on one thing-that kid'll never get pimples from playing with himself. A guy with looks like his, and a jock like his, he'll always have some chick ready to milk it out of him!"
Once again, that feeling that the super-warm cushion was a big, smooth mouth covering her cunt, lovingly licking away at her compressed little pussy, made Eva squirm. It felt so good! And the picture of her beloved brother, never having to masturbate-that made her feel even better.
Until she had a sudden thought.
What did this trio from Echo Lane know about her Jodie? He was only twelve. Big for his age, good looking, maybe he had that big a penis. Have I seen it? Eva asked herself. But I'm so dumb about such things, I wouldn't know if it was big or not. She thought of the average girl her age, and of how many boys' cocks they had handled, played with. Even let the guy stick it in. She knew that, from keeping her ears open and her mouth shut. And, being a modern girl, she knew that a lot of the girls, at least half of the ones she knew at Crest, would just as soon suck a guy off. If he would do something for them. She had heard a girl named Myrtis, a big, good humored brunette in her Science class, say: "I don't mind giving a guy a blow job. It's kind of nice. Sweet, you know what I mean? Like he was your little boy. But shit! I've got feelings, too. He's going to have to go down on me if I go down on him!"
So that was the phrase, to "go down" on someone meant you kissed, or sucked on, or whatever else, on their genitals. And now she had a quick flash of why she felt that the cushion was a kissing mouth as she sat on it, pressed her firm little butt on it, with her weight pushing her sensitive, hair-triggered pussy on it.
It was that full-color closeup in one of daddy's hidden books. Of a lady, a very well built lady, lying on her back with her legs drawn back and wide open. Her pussy had brown hair with auburn highlights, just like the rather short, softly curled hair on Eva's own tidy little snatch. The smoothness of the inner lips showed plainly, for the position, plus a guy's thumbs, had her cunt wide open. Pink, with surface veins in a spidery pattern of dark red. And a glistening shine that showed the lady was hot inside.
Eva knew. She couldn't keep from playing with her pussy sometimes, when the inner fever really dragged at the muscles inside her youthful snatch. Nibbling at her fingers when she shoved them in. Watching in the mirror, her own thighs back, her own thumbs holding the thick, hairy lips apart. She knew that shine of cum juice.
The bus stopped with a smooth, sure pressure on the brakes, and Eva could have screamed. She hadn't been watching, and the stop made her slide on the vinyl surface. I've got to stand up, she thought desperately. I'm about to shoot my wad! It was all right at home, either in her own room, on her bed in front of her mirror, or in the bathroom. Then she could grunt and let out little screams of joy.
She turned her thoughts to her beloved brother.
Those girls didn't know he was only twelve. Kids that age didn't get pimples. Not from self abuse. Or did they? She was masturbating long before she was twelve. And getting off, too. When she had only a tiny semicircle of short, fine hair above her sweet little slit. So of course Jodie might be "playing with himself," as that girl had called it. Oh, dear! Her little brother! She could remember, rather well, how they had bathed together until she was eight and he was seven. And how hard his little peter used to get. And how she had played with it, just because they loved each other, and it was a sweet, warm sensation, her holding his dick, and him groping inside her tender little love-lips, inside her babyish cunt. But had it been so babyish, after all? She could still remember how marvelous it felt, and of how runny and sticky her little slot would be long after they had finished their bath and dried off.
Well, thinking about those old times was fun but kind of sad, too. They hadn't understood when their mom-Joe's mom, really, and Eva's stepmother-had made them stop bathing together. And sleeping in the same room. Eva remembered how adventurous it had been, having her own room, but she missed the warmth of being in the same room with Jodie, of crawling into bed with him on cold winter nights. It made her shiver now, on this hot day, because all the heat of the day, as well as all the heat of her healthy, firm young body seemed to concentrate in that one itchy place, deep up inside her girlish pussy.
The girls behind her were talking again. "It sure gives me the shivering hots to see a guy like that," the chubby blonde said. "Of course, he's bound to be going steady, but if I ever catch him at a dance, I'm gonna get him outside and feel that prick of his. Wow! I know how a chick gets raped, but how do you rape a guy?"
They all laughed, and Eva, coming up to her stop, stood up and looked back at the trio of hot young chickies. "Hello," she said sweetly. "Mary Winner, isn't it? And Trisha and Cindy? Nice to see you."
The three girls looked so stunned that, in some private well of humor, it struck Eva as funny. Girls like them, so bold, so popular, never noticed someone like her. They didn't care what they said, or who heard them, as long as it wasn't teachers. But now, recognizing the small brunette whose brother they had been verbally fucking, they were in shock. So Eva looked at them, moved toward the exit door, and turned back.
"And to hear you," she said.
After the door closed behind her, the three girls came out of it, giggling, red-faced, and the tall girl said, "God! That was the guy's sister, wasn't it? Wow! She sure got an earful." She fluffed her blouse so that she could get her hands under those long, full breasts, a delicately cunty feeling, and said, "Well, I don't care! Maybe she'll tell him I said I'd like to get it on with him." She was embarrassed at being caught talking about a guy where his sister could hear, but not at what she had said.
She scratched her lower belly, giggled, and said: "He can have me anywhere, any time."
"You took the words out of my mouth," Trisha said. Her own plump titties, already tanned down almost to their big nipples, lay heavily on her rib cage. She was warm and sweating between her full thighs, her young cunt, such a delicate coral pink inside, juicing up a storm.
The girl who had first spoken, Mary Winner, teasingly pinched one of Trisha's tits. "You mean, if Cindy had said 'cock' she'd have taken the words out of your mouth."
The three of them howled with laughter, watching little Eva walking along so carefully, as the bus pulled away.
"You know," the cuddly blonde said thoughtfully, "that kid's all right. She's cool. And she may be a little shrimp, but look at the legs on her. My brother'd like to get a crack at her. He says that small, quiet types can really ball a guy." And the three friends, each smiling at their own thoughts, changed the subject.
It wasn't far to her home. Couple of blocks, turn right three houses. The James home had been there a long time. The lot was big, and the old trees, planted long before Eva's dad was even born, seemed to make the entire place one of shade and calm and beauty. But to Eva, the important thing was to get upstairs, to her room, or to the hall bathroom. She had such a blazing need to play with her juicy, spasming cunt that she wanted to run, but was afraid the rub of cuntlip on cuntlip would make her cum right there in the yard. "I could do it, too, right here," she said aloud, laughing.
She began to undress as soon as she got in the front door. Her books were tossed in a big chair, her blouse, pulled over her head, draped on the stairway, her short skirt dropped at the head of the stairs.
She stopped in the big, old-fashioned hall bathroom, with all its white and pink tile, and turned on warm water in the tub. It was wonderful to sit cross-legged in warm water, then turn the hot water full on, once you were holding your outer lips apart. That hydra-cock, she called it, gave her the most delightful, the most delicate rising of heat and fuck-itch in her pussy. If she only had someone to talk to about it. Or to enjoy it with her. But how do you tell anyone that you let a stream of hot water pop-your nuts for you? It was a rich, wild thought, but far too much for a timid soul like little Eva James to entertain.
As she let the tub fill, she turned to the mirror and shucked off her bra. She moaned softly. "Why can't you be big and fat and stick way out?" she asked crossly. "Like that dummy we saw on the bus? Trisha Watshername." She squeezed the soft, firm little cones, making their dark-brown, coarse grained nipples stick out and swell. She tried to duck her head enough to take one of the nipples in her mouth, then laughed at herself.
"I'd have to have a neck like a swan to reach you," she said, then squeezed harder, shutting her eyes as the delightful pain lanced through the nubile flesh, running like summer lightning across her smooth, taut little belly, searing the trembling inner nerves, the softly gooey folds inside her girlish pussy.
She held them both firmly, pressing them hard against her chest, a delightful feeling. "Never mind," she said, secure in the silence of the empty house. "You're not big enough for one good bite, but you sure feel good."
She peeled off her white panties, looked at the crotch and saw they were clean, and shudderingly pulled the tampon from her tender little cunt. There was not a spot of dark blood on it, and she wrapped it in toilet paper before tossing it in the waste basket. It would be terrible if her father saw such a thing, proof that she was thinking of herself as grown up. She loved him, but she was still enough of a little girl to be afraid of him.
The tub was now comfortably full, enough so that her small body would bring the level almost to the overflow grating. She rubbed hastily between the lips of her pussy, groaning as her fingers caressed the soft and sensitive flesh, and raised the middle finger to her lips and nose. "I hope I'm not queer," she whispered, and then laughed out loud. "That book said that every girl ought to know the smell and taste of her genitals by the time she can menstruate," she said aloud. "I just wish someone else knew."
The quick thought flashed into her mind that her brother had more troubles than she. "I'm a girl," she whispered. "It's tougher, being a boy. Some girls after you all the time, and some ready to yell 'rape' if a boy so much as pinches their ass." She had heard this latter bit of wisdom as she sat in a toilet at school, a conversation between two girls she never saw and did not know.
She turned off the faucet in the tub and looked toward the door. Her clothes were scattered all over. It didn't matter if Jodie saw them. Poor Jodie, he was so polite that he'd never, ever walk in on her. She wished suddenly, fiercely, that he would. "Jodie, baby, I don't want you having to jerk off and get pimples," she murmured. "Or have those chickies from Echo Lane grabbing you. And giving you a blow job," she added, remember what that girl in school had called it.
But her father often stopped by the house when he was in this part of town. Marquez was a rambling little city, and many of his customers liked to have him deliver what they had ordered. Especially if it was something heavy, like a lawn mower.
She ran down the stairs and grabbed her blouse, then back to pick up her skirt, and dashed into the bathroom with her heart beating. She had guessed right, she thought. Her dad's pickup truck with "JAMES HARDWARE" on its sides had just pulled into the driveway.
She got into the tub quietly and pulled the old shower curtains together. Her dad always used the bathroom that was a part of his bedroom, but it was just as well to make sure. She wished now that she had simply run into her own room, taking her clothes. "But he never comes in here," she whispered, holding her small, lovely breasts against her ribs with her upper arms, quivering with excitement. Just to have dad in the house when she was here alone and naked, that was some kind of a feeling. Her warm and leaky little cunt, now spread against the smooth bottom of the tub and slicked and tenderized by the warm water, gave her small electric flashes of pleasure.
But she almost gave her hiding place away when the heavy footsteps of her father, running quickly up the stairs, beat their way right into the hall bathroom. And, in a moment, Eva knew why.
She heard the toilet seat being thrown back and a hard rattle of urine began in the bowl. Fascinated, and certainly not made any cooler in her cuntal parts by knowing her dad had his cock out, not six feet away, the girl opened the opaque cloth curtains just a crack. It was all she could do to keep from crying out.
The old bathroom had a big window, giving perfect light. Her dad, gasping and panting, was leaning over the toilet, one forearm on the wall, his other hand holding a cock so big that it frightened his tiny daughter. And she could see every detail plainly, the smooth, thick skin that came part way down the huge head, the purple smoothness of the head itself, a shadow of dark pubic hair as her dad seemed to pull at his big organ. And, of course, the thick, hot stream of yellow urine pouring out.
As the worst of the flow eased, and her father's piss stopped and started in slowing spurts, he rolled the thick skin all the way back. To the girl, it seemed she could smell the gamy fragrance that swelled into the room as he did so. But it was the loving care with which her dad pulled this skin back that made Eva gasp.
In spite of her ignorance on details of sex, she knew perfectly well how a boy or man jacked off. Was her dad doing that?
She was locked in a moment of angry frustration. She had had her brother's problems on her mind, but she also had her own sexual need. If she dared risk discovery, she could have simply put her fingers under her, between the smooth open lips of her young cunt, and rocked back and forth. Just once or twice, and she could have had the damndest orgasm of her life. Just looking at that big dick, throbbingly real, warm and smelly and sweet, with its drops of yellow piss still dripping into the toilet. She knew now that her dad had rushed in here because he couldn't hold it a second longer. If he had taken the extra few steps down the hall, into his room, into his private bath-good-bye, Charlie! Wet pants for daddy-o!
She wanted to giggle. She wanted to say, "Hi, dad!" and watch his face as he realized she was watching him piss and seeing his cock. But he'd kill me, she thought.
He went to the washbowl and mirror, his cock still out. She wondered if men washed their pricks after peeing. But he simply skinned it back again, once or twice, and again she wondered if he might be masturbating. But whey should he? An old guy like that, thirty-seven years old. He probably only had those hot books with the hot pictures because they were left over from when mom was still with them. Maybe mom had run off with that other guy because dad had lost his shot, couldn't screw any more.
She let her breath out when her dad suddenly wheeled and walked out. She heard him go down the steps, heard his footsteps as he went out and shut the big old door.
She rocked back and forth now, but her fiery lust had simmered away. She was philosophical about it. "We would both have died if he knew I was looking at his dick," she said aloud. "But, wow, what a jock! Like a mule!" It made her remember what that girl, the dark one, had said. When he had come up out of the pool. And she knew it was true. She had noticed darling Jodie's dickie. When his surfer trunks were wet-and all the kids wore surfers most of the time, wearing briefs only in competition-you could see it as plain as day.
"But I guess dad's is a lot bigger," she said, smiling as she soaped a washcloth and ran it over her young shoulders, over and around her smooth, sweetly alive titties.
She was fooling with the idea of taking a shower in dad's bathroom, so she could wash her hair, when the front door opened again. "He forgot something," she whispered, and reclosed the shower curtains, which she had opened.
But she was wrong, for it was Joe, her brother. Her Jodie. And once again, she remained silent, but this time as a joke. She would surprise him.
Instead, he surprised her.
As she watched, fascinated, using the same crack as when she had spied on her dad, Joe calmly opened his fly, unbuckled his belt, and stepped out of his slacks and shorts. And suddenly, in a split second, Eva was as hot as ever she had been before.
For darling Jodie's cock was sticking out and up, at a hard angle, and if it wasn't as big as their father's, at least it was big enough to prove he was his father's son. Its head was swollen so fat that its skin shone, and at the tip of it, a drop of clear fluid glistened, extended into a drop hanging on a thread, then dropped. Her brother, his sweet young face lighted with interest, caught it on a finger and gently rubbed it over the head of his cock, then ran squeezing fingers up his column to force out more of the crystal-clear juice, pulling the heavy, soft skin back so he could rub the slick stuff on his quivering penis. And then, before you could say "scat" he had wrapped his fingers around the hard cock and began to pump his hand up and down, so fast that it seemed a blur. Jodie was masturbating!
Her heart went out to him. He was big and handsome, and he could swim so good that Coach Heiney Helm had recommended him for the varsity swimming team at Marquez Union High. But he was still only a baby. To Eva, at least.
She was as ignorant of sex, and as timid about it, as Jodie. But she never felt strange with her brother. Neither strange nor afraid. Wasn't he hers? Their mom used to laugh about it when they were little. "The way Eva looks out for Joe, you'd think she was his mother." That's what mom used to say. And right now, Eva felt more like it than ever. She wasn't about to let Jodie have any pimples. No, sirree!
She spoke clearly in the big, echoing bathroom, where there was no sound excpet Joe's hard breathing and the swishy sound of his fist on his hard dick. "Stop it, Joe! Stop it, you hear!"
The boy almost fainted. Jerking off was all right. As far as he knew, every guy did it. That preacher's kid, Donny Blaine, said it was in the Holy Bible. "He who saith he hath not pulled his pud is a liar, and the truth is not in him." That's just the way Donny had quoted it. Little Joe never tried to look it up, but he never had heard any guy say he hadn't ever beat his meat. But to be surprised in the act, that was a killer.
He knew who it was. Couldn't be anyone else. But still, it had shaken him badly.
He turned blindly toward the sound of his sister's voice, and she pulled the shower curtains aside. He was so tall for his age that, since she was sitting down, she looked up at his prick, still tightly gripped in his hand. It still looked big, huge, really, but the shock had taken the blood from it, and it was softening.
The boy tried to be angry at being surprised this way, but he could not. This was his sister, who had always been on his side, fought his battles from the time he could remember. He loved her. But his face was flushed with shame at being caught this way.
"It's all right, Jodie," Eva said softly, looking past his cock to his blushing face. "You started so fast, I couldn't tell you I was here. Anyhow, I want to talk to you. About this," and she nodded toward his fist and his cock.
From somewhere his voice came back to him. "What the hell do you mean?" he demanded. "You want to talk to me about this?" He seemed to be brandishing his tool at her.
"Joe," she said softly, "take off your shirt and get in here with me. Like we used to, so long ago. Please, Jodie."
He had to smile. "Are you crazy?" he asked. "You know dad's liable to drop by, any time."
"Not this afternoon," she said, looking at his cock, now released from his clenched hand, and hanging limp but still large. "He was just here. He's either making a delivery, or he's made one and is on his way to the store. Come on, Joe, get in with me."
The boy was trembling as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was going to get into a bathtub, naked, with a naked girl. What if it was his sister, what did that matter? She was a girl. Her tits were there sort of on top of the water, plain to see. She had used no soap, the water was crystal clear, and he could see the darkness of cunt hair where her sweet young thighs met her belly. His teeth were chattering, but with eagerness rather than fear.
It was a big old tub, made when cost-per-foot of building houses was unbelievably cheap on today's hard scale. Eva, smiling, her young heart beating like a triphammer, moved back, and Joe got in and sat down, facing her, his legs outside hers. She pulled her legs up and placed, them over his, and they moved toward each other so that she was, in effect, sitting on his thighs. Her girlish cunt was no more than three or four inches from the head of his pecker.
She leaned forward and kissed him, chastely, on his cheek.
"Joe," she said, "You mustn't masturbate any more. It's not good for you." Unconsciously, one of her hands strayed down and rested on her thigh, so near his prick that he flinched.
"Oh, come on, Evie," he protested, his handsome young face red with suffused blood. "Don't let that warts-grow-in-your hand bullshit from the Phys Ed teacher get to you. All boys beat off."
"Do they, really?" she asked solemnly. "Maybe they do, but for how long? Not all boys get pimples. Can't you get pimples from, what did you call it? Beating off? Jerking off, jacking off? I've heard a lot of things it's called. Some boys don't have pimples. I know that. So do you."
He tried to hold her, but she put a hand on his chest. "Answer me, Jodie. Not all boys get pimples, right?"
"I guess so," he mumbled. He was looking at his sister's titties. They seemed bigger than he had thought. They were real, honest-to-God tits, swelling out from her rib cage, firm and yet soft, with big circles of pink-brown flesh, slick looking but sort of bumpy, on about half of them. At their pointed tips. And in the center of these circles, really dark red-brown nipples. Beautiful! His hands ached to squeeze them. But he listened as Eva spoke.
"Jodie, if you have girls-I mean," she said, turning her face away, "if you have girls, you know what I mean?"
He laughed. "You mean if I screw girls," he said, and she laughed, too, a tremulous sound.
"Yes," she agreed. "If you, uh, screw girls, you won't have pimples." She moved suddenly, involuntarily, as an unexpected wave of sex heat flushed her genitals, tickling deep inside her cunt. "And Joe, you being so big and all-nobody takes you for twelve-you can have any girl you want. Well, maybe not any girl, but a lot of them. Then, you wouldn't have to get pimples at all."
He looked at her with his face twisted as if in pain. If she only knew how badly he wanted to fuck a girl, to play with a girl's ass and tits and cunt, to suck on one of those sweet-feeling, tasty little clusters of red inner cuntlips!
His voice was choked and low as he answered. "Never happen, baby. I want to. God damn, do I ever want to! But I'm scared. And every time I look at a girl and want to fuck her, I'm more scared."
"Don't talk dirty talk, Jodie," his sister said. "And it makes no difference if you're scared of girls. Not now, anyhow. You're not scared of me, are you, Jodie?"
Her sweet little face was pink, and she dropped her eyes.
"Hey, sis," the boy answered unbelievingly, "does that mean that you'll help me?" His expression of woe and confusion was gone, his face now showed joy and anticipation. Best of all," from his viewpoint, at least, his wilted and insensitive cock suddenly became warm again, and gave a great throb of returning life. As it raised its head, and Eva leaned toward him to put her soft, warmly naked arms around his neck, it touched the slick inside of her swelling young pussy, an electric feeling he had never known.
It frightened him, and he moved back, but little Eva held on to him, still unable to look him in the eye, and said in a husky, broken voice: "I-I'll help you all I can, Jodie."
CHAPTER TWO
"You'll have to help me, too, Jodie," Eva said as he gently pushed her back. "I don't know what a boy likes. What part of it feels the best, or even how to take hold of it. Do you want to do it in here? In the tub? Would that be nice for you?"
She hoped feverishly that he would agree; if she could sit with her lovely little butt spread, with her tender cuntlips wide open and frictionizing on the smooth porcelain of the tub, it would insure the sweetest kind of orgasm for her. She had nearly creamed her panties on the bus, had almost gotten off again both before and during her father's brief visit. And now she was more than ready again. And she remembered what that girl had said: If a girl gave a fellow a good time, she was entitled to the same benefits.
But Joe was thoughtful. "Take hold of me," he said suddenly. When his sister looked at him in amazement, he said almost angrily, "Listen, we've got to talk plain about this. You can say 'no dirty talk' all you want to, but we've got to be able to communicate. When I say take hold of me I don't mean my elbow, understand? So I'm going to talk plain. Take hold of my cock."
Eva made a jerky, involuntarily movement of her clean, sweetly rounded little ass. Just the impact of a word like "cock" gave her a renewal of that kiss-me-quick feeling in the dark and slippery folds up her twat. "All right," she muttered. "Don't mind me, Jodie. I'm so stupid and ignorant. But I want to help you."
Gingerly at first, then with a sure movement, she reached between them and took hold of his dick. She remembered, or thought she did, how Joe had grasped it, and of how hard he had pumped his fist back and forth. She was amazed at how soft it was on the outside, and how hard the core of it was under the thick, creamy skin.
But, the minute she pulled and pushed, Joe knocked her hand away with a grunt of pain.
"Wait a minute," he said. "You'll kill me, that way."
She licked her lips. Heat was flooding her body. "I never knew a guy's peter would feel so, uh, interesting," she said. "I mean, it's just a wonderful feeling to me! You know, don't you, Jodie, that girls have those feelings, too? Sexual feelings?"
He tried not to laugh. "Course I know it," he scoffed. "I'm dumb about chasing girls, but I know something about them." Now it was his turn to flush. "Of course, I never thought about you having that kind of, well, feeling. In your, uh, your, you-know-what."
She squeezed his dick gently. "Now who's being too nice?" she teased him. "You mean in my vulva? My vagina?" She sighed. "No, I guess those names won't do. All right, I know all the words. What do you want to call it?" She shifted again; that delightful spear of flame had stabbed into her cunt's nerves.
He giggled. "It's odd how I feel. I want what you're doing, but in some ways, you scare me, too. I ought to be protecting you, not doing this." But he, too, jerked involuntarily as her soft hand unconsciously squeezed his dick. "But okay, sis. Your pussy, all right? But if I forget and say 'your cunt,' don't get mad."
She kept her eyes down. Her voice was low but happy. "Yes, Jodie, darling, I'm like all other girls, I guess. And women. I do have those feelings in my-my cunt!" She leaped again and gave a little cry of heat and happiness. "Oh, Jodie," she said in a husky voice, "just saying a word like that has a sort of feeling to it. Like you were touching me there. Hey, show me what I did that was wrong."
He took her hand away from his prick and folded his own around it. "See?" he said. "Feel this. My fingers go around it, and my thumb goes over my fingers. Let's see, you're facing me. Your thumb's toward me. But that's not the trouble. Oooh! he cried, as she touched his cock, trying to feel the placement of the fingers. "Wow! I'm so hot! I could shoot it right now. Gee, Evie, this is so nice." He gulped for air, then got up on his knees, so that his cock and balls were out of the water, his pubic hair dripping. "Look here," he said. "My fingers, my thumb, they don't even touch the head. Only the skin. Now," and he began to move his fist slowly back and forth, "you see what happens? Only the inside of my foreskin touches the head. And that inside skin is about ten times as warm and smooth as my hand. You were just grabbing it and jerking and your last two fingers were right on the head." He was panting slightly, his eyes bright with lust and the need for a cum.
"And the head, that's the good part?" she asked, her sweet little face, her soft mouth only a few inches from the cockhead.
"Yeah," the boy answered thickly. "Look." He skinned it back with one hand, and pointed to the underside. "See that?"
"Oooooh, baby!" Eva groaned. "It looks like a heart, with that cord kind of thing dividing it. And that little slit, that's what you pee out of? Doesn't some kind of white stuff shoot out when you cum?" She moved her head forward, unconsciously trying to kiss it, or get it in her mouth. She was suddenly troubled by the desire to take that hard thing clear down her throat, to wrap her tongue around it, to get it to shoot that strange white fluid into her belly. And with that hot notion, she felt a little gut-quake of lust, the first rumblings of an orgasm building to the bursting point.
She was humbled when her brother pushed her face away. "Hey," he said, "don't you do that! Don't you ever do that!"
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Jodie. All I was going to do was, uh, kiss it. It looks so pretty. Like a little one-eyed baby."
"Yeah, you were like heck. You were going to suck it," the boy said angrily. "You had your mouth open. I saw you."
"So what?" Eva asked, getting a bit irritated. "Chicks do things like that for their guys all the time. Well, that's what I hear," she said. "I know a lot of them do. I don't see where it's so wrong. You'd stick it in my pussy, wouldn't you? What's the difference, my mouth or my pussy? They're just holes. Maybe we ought to forget it!" She had tears in her eyes.
"Hey, whoa, now, Evie! I'm scared. I told you that. You said you were going to help me. Well, that's where I need help. There's a lot of things I'm scared of. A lot of things, little things."
"Like what?" his sister demanded, but the anger was gone from her voice. "I'm sorry I got mad. But you've got to remember, Jodie-I don't know what to do, only what seems natural to me. And it just seems natural to want to kiss someone you love."
He held his hand on her head, undecided, holding his warm, throbbing cock in the other. "I'm scared of things like words," he confessed. "When I think of some kinds of words, I just jump inside."
She took hold of his prick, loving the warmth and smoothness of it, and looked up at her brother with clear, candid eyes.
"You're thinking of a sort of double word." she said softly. "You're thinking 'if Evie sucks my cock, that'll make her a cocksucker.' Isn't that what's bothering you?" She suddenly took the hard, boyish dick into her mouth, closed her lips tightly, and moved her head back and forth. And, as best she could, she sucked, as hard as she could, finding that, to get a feeling of really sucking it, she had to enclose it with her tongue. When she let it go, she looked up at him with a mischievous smile, her cute little face flushed, her breath coming faster.
"There, now," she said, "I've sucked your cock. Does that make me a cocksucker? And if it does, whose business is it? Doesn't it matter more whose cock I don't suck than that I've kissed my own brother's peter? My brother that I love so much?"
He hugged her hard around the head, bringing her cheek against his hard cock. He could feel her sweet, warm breath on it, and he thought humbly: I wish I knew more, so I could appreciate her the way she deserves to be appreciated.
Aloud, he said: "You're the greatest, Evie. I'm sorry I'm so jumpy about everything. This is all so new. And all I was after was to just get my nuts off. You know, to whack off and cum? Can't we just do that a couple of times? We've got to get more used to what we're doing. Haven't we?" He gave his stiff prick a few jerks. "Look, I could shoot it, right now." His laugh was shaky.
She had a quick rush of feeling in her deeply hidden girl-stuff. She wanted something in there, something solid. She was far more afraid than Jodie, really, not daring to think of this large, sweet hunk of hard meat and soft skin being forced inside her trembling, soft little cunt. But she had her grip on his penis, and she was sure she was holding it right. She could jerk him to a cum, and maybe the excitement and thrill of that loving act would send her soaring into a twisting, boiling orgasm.
"You just wait a sec, Jodie darling," the little girl whispered. "You're not going to jerk yourself off. I'm going to, hear? Am I holding it right? My fingers aren't hurting you, are they? The skin seems to be dry. You could at least let me spit on it." She giggled. "I've sure got a lot of spit. I have to keep swallowing so I won't drown."
Without waiting for his answer, she let a long curl of clear saliva fill her left palm. Then, holding it cupped under the dark red head of her brother's sweet cock, she used her other hand to smear it all over, moving the skin back, being sure the entire area was thickly covered with the slick secretion from her mouth. She felt her brother tense, heard him groan, and felt a deep flutter of muscle twitching fierily inside her pussy. Her breasts seemed to swell and to hurt with a pain sweeter than she usually felt, and she could see that her nipples were much larger than ever before. It was the warmth of the lovely penis in her soft hand, the imminence of that mysteriously lovely stuff called semen shooting out, she didn't know where, and her own deep need for release, all of these combined to make her feel as if her entire belly were stuffed with tangible feelings that were pushing and stretching and giving her the delicious pangs of hard orgasm.
She was looking at the red-tipped cock in almost hypnotic fascination, gripping it gently, pushing her hand back until it touched her brother's balls, then pulling the skin forward until the head disappeared. In a short of intuitive love, it was at this point, when the tender head was covered by the slick, soft skin so well lubricated with her spit, that Eva closed her hand more tightly, really gripping it until the head was forced out of its protective covering, sliding out into the world as if seeking a cunt to enter.
She was breathing very hard, and it seemed to have become warmer in the bathroom, for sweat was trickling down her face, down her breast, over her titties and nipples, adding to her sex glow. Her cunt suddenly felt as if it had swollen to twice its size, each labial fold charged with blood and tender nerve ends, but her overpowering thought was for Joe and his peter, and how it must be feeling to him, her darling brother. And of how, if this worked out all right, he'd never have pimples, never have to beat off again. Not as long as J'm alive, she thought fiercely.
There was a quick and unexpected surge of feeling in the deepest and most sensual parts of her body, a wave of hard fire that was as solid as Jodie's prick. Without her willing it, her free hand went under the bathwater, homing in on the trembling, hungry crevice between her blood-swollen cuntlips. She went all the way, two fingers sliding all the way back to enter her neat little cunt hole, and, just as her thumb touched her clitoris, the cock in her hand started jerking wildly, and she continued to pull forward and push back.
If she had only been aware, now was the time for her to realize her dream of sucking her brother, for his head was back, his eyes closed, and he was moaning: "OHHHHH! OOOOOH! OH MY GOD! OH, EVIE! IT'S SO GOOOOOD! SO FUCKING GOOOOD!UUUNNNHHH! UUUNNNHHH!"
His legs were braced, but the force of this giant cum was too much for him. If it had not been for his hand braced on the wall, while the other was on his sister's head, he would have fallen in the tub. This was the most and the best of every jerk-off he had ever known. And far back in his mind, he knew two things: One, that it was the presence of a girl, with girl love and girl parts and girl heat, that raised it from necessity to beauty. And two, that there was more and better, yet to come.
Even in the wildness of the beating fire in her pussy, where it seemed that molten love had begun to squirt out around her fingers, Eva held on to Joe's cock, loving its living touch, the way it jumped. She felt the stinging blasts of his jism, hitting her in the forehead, on her face, even on her breasts. In a trance of lust, she opened her mouth and got two hot streams of the slick and pearly-white seed, splattering against the back of her throat, running down over her taste buds, giving its faint, masculine fragrance up to her shuddering senses. It made her cum harder, faster, made her cunt seem to enfold her fingers as her mouth wished it could take in her brother's cock.
When Joe said thickly: "Okay, sis, that's all. IVe got to sit down," he let his knees go slack and came down in front of her, stretching his legs as he had before. He could see that Eva was dazed by the shock of it all, and guessed that it was only because she had seen a boy shoot his load for the first time, first time.
"You got off, too, didn't you, baby?" he whispered, his young hands on her smooth shoulders, and Eva, quivering all over from the joyous heat in her belly, sobbed: "Oh, yess, Jodie, darling! Yesss! Did I hear you shouting, a minute ago? I know I was screaming." She laughed in glee and love, and put her brother's strong young hands on her swelling breasts. "Oh, Joe, that was so wonderful," she said. "Ohhhh! I came like crazy! It never was so good!" And then, as women have ever asked their husbands and lovers-and sometimes their brothers-she asked anxiously: "Did I do it all right? I mean, was it good for you?"
He was able to talk, and it amazed him. Nothing to be so afraid of, after all. "You were great," he said. "I'll have to learn about how to do you. I mean, how to do something that'll get you off, you know what I mean? How'd you do it this time?"
She blushed. "With my hand, of course," she said. "But it was so lovely, holding your peter, seeing it shoot that hot, thick stuff out of its little eye. Oh, wow!" and she groped down under the water, closing her soft little hand around his tender penis. "Just holding your dear peter, and feeling it expand and jerk, and seeing it shoot-that would have been enough to bring me. Honest! But I just had to have something solid in me. Oh, Joe!" and she squeezed his prick with a lovely warmth, "maybe some day you'll let me have this lovely thing. Stuck in me, I mean. In my cunt!"
The short, strong word gave her a feeling of grown-up strength, made her feel she was the equal of anyone. In those books of daddy's, there were a lot of small girls in the pictures, and they seemed to be able to take these huge great cocks into their cloven bellies. If Joe would only do it, she knew she could handle it.
I'll bet I could even take in daddy's, she thought with a shudder of deeply buried lust. Maybe not all of it, right at first. But I could. I know I could.
She had a strangulated feeling in her cunt, not unpleasant, but different from the fuck-sensation. She began to giggle.
Her brother reacted quickly. He was tenderly squeezing her young breasts, interested in the blue-veined skin that was so white where her bikini bra protected it from the sun.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Joe, do you remember all the things we did when we were little?" she asked, grinning. "When we used to bathe together, before mom made us sleep in separate bedrooms and wouldn't let us bathe together any more."
He sat, braced on his hands, his legs once more under hers, loving the feel of her smooth body. "I guess so," he answered. "I remember a lot of real fun stuff. But what do you mean?"
She leaned to kiss him again, and her cunt seemed to open as she raised on his thighs and came forward. "We used to pee on each other," she whispered with a throaty laugh. "Even when we were little, it was a wonderful, hot feeling. Like sex, you know, even when we were too little to cum, and neither of us knew a thing."
He began to laugh. "You've got a belly full of peepee," he accused her. "And you want to shoot it on me. Okay, baby. But two can play at that game." He thought for a second. "If I get another hard-on, I can't do it," he said. "I'd better go first. Somehow, the idea of your pissing on me, and me pissing on you, is making me hot all over again."
The girl squealed in delight. "You said you could do it a couple of times, a while ago," she gasped. "Did you mean it? Will you really let me pull you off again?"
"Sure," he answered. "Listen, I want to stand up and piss on your titties. Is that all right? I'll make sure none goes in your face."
She held her tender young breasts, so sensitive from her big cum, and squeezed their hard nipples out between her fingers. "God, Jodie," she choked, "I'm almost cumming just from thinking of it!"
He stood up quickly, holding his fat young cock in both hands. His bladder was full of urine, just as his sister's was. To his great pleasure, Eva got up on her knees, bringing her lovely young cones of flesh nearer. "This way, Jodie, dear, you can't miss," she whispered, reaching out to pat his prick with her warm hand.
He squeezed with his inner muscles. He was just a finger touch away from a hard-on, which so completely stops a man from pissing. Once it started, it would shoot out like a hard cum. He squeezed again, and a gentle stream ran out, hot and yellow and clear.
"Oh, come on!" the girl begged. And then she stopped. Her pink tongue, nervously rimming her lips in anticipation, picked up a cooling drop of her brother's semen, and the richness of flavor and texture strung her sexual system to a higher pitch than ever. She looked down, and saw pearly-white drops of pleasure, rich and thick, slowly coursing down the slopes of her virgin breasts, where the long, hot ropes of Joe's jism had stung her.
"Hold it," she begged. "Hold it, baby!"
Joe, impatient for the rank pleasure of urinating on his sister, as they had so often done as children, gaped as he watched her quickly rake up each congealing string of cum juice, eagerly licking it from her fingers. His cock throbbed. He knew he would have to piss now, or wait until his cock had softened again.
With another pressure of his voiding muscles, the tube in his cock opened, and a hard, stinging stream of yellow piss-water shot out, catching Eva by surprise.
"Oh, Joe!" she squealed, gasping for a hard drawn breath, "That's so wild! So beautiful! It's making me want to cum again! OHHHHHH! Here, baby, here!" and she held her hot, smooth hands under her love-swollen breasts, turning and twisting her body to bring the two tender cones under the beating spray from Jodie's dick.
It felt so wonderful, with the hard stream pelting all around each blood-gorged nipple, and over the tenderized surfaces of each firm little titty, that she began to swell and throb inside the distended lips of her cunt, up into the sealed-off darkness of her juvenile vagina, all through her body, wherever any nerve was connected with her fuck-system.
"Wow, sis! This is too much!" the boy howled.
"Man, what a hot thing to do!" He saw the hot piss turn to spray as it hit his sister's smooth skin, saw that the mist of urine was around her face, and that she was holding her mouth open, her eyes closed in a frenzy of lusty enjoyment. The raunchy sight would have made him sick an hour before. Now, having been drawn into this aura of unbridled desire-just as his sister had been-he felt nothing but wild exhilaration, with a new heat building inside him, between his balls and his rectum.
When he finished, he felt stronger than he ever had. And, when little Eva, still moaning happily over an unexpected orgasm, hugged him around his lean hips and buried her face in his crotch, he no longer cared if she, by chance, opened her mouth and sucked him in.
But she did not. As women do, she rebounded almost instantly from the non-draining joy of her cum-blast, and sat back on her heels in the pee-stained water.
"Come on, baby," she said in a passion-thickened young voice. "Get down like we were before. I've got a belly full of it, and I'm going to pour it on you!"
Laughing, bold, feeling twice his youthful years, Joe let himself down. But first he opened the drain and let the water start to run out.
"You hold it, sis," he ordered, laughing. "I want the real feeling, all of it, and I don't want it diluted by this cooled-off bath water! Here, slide along, get your thighs over my legs."
Eva was gritting her teeth, her sweet young face lit with happiness and love. "Oh, Jodie, isn't this fun? I just wanted to help you, and look what's happened! We're helping each other! Oh, baby, I can't believe it's scary old me, the skinny old maid, doing this!"
His tongue was thick. In some ways, he envied Eva; she was so courageous, so willing to go head first into sex. He had seen her licking up his cum juice, had seen the sprayed mist from his bladder mist up around her open mouth. He could go as far as they had gone as children, but he did not think he could go beyond that.
The water had gone down fast, it was only an inch deep, and was already making the sucking farewell noise as it drained away. With the water gone, the smooth, warm flesh of his sister's lovely young thighs gave him a solid pressure, an assurance that she was real, that this they were doing was real.
His arms around her velvet-smooth back held her on him, her cunt was just above his bush of wiry pubic hair, his fat, wet cock.
"Go ahead, baby," he groaned. "You're right on. I'll get it all!" It was so wonderful to feel free and easy in the presence of a real live girl! So unbelievably marvelous to feel no shame or guilt, no embarrassment or fear! For a long moment, he held in his heart a deep gratitude toward his sibling, who had had the innate sweetness of spirit, the mystic understanding of his needs, the downright goodness that had made this possible.
Then her little body was taut for a few seconds and he felt her strain as she raised her ass slightly. And then it came, the glorious feeling of wet warmth as his sister's bladder emptied over his pubic region, into his crotch, over his cock and balls. There was a ton of it, it seemed. A girl's bladder must hold more, he judged. And it was so sweet!
"Oh, Jodie, baby," the tiny girl moaned happily, "it's so sweet to do this for each other! So good! Oh, Jodie, I'm cumming again! OHHHH! OH MY GOODNESS-FUCKING-GODDAM-N-JODIE-BABY! Ohhhhh!"
The cry drained out of her as her slight body shook and trembled in the wringing-out of her pussy-feeling, and Joe, startled and deeply pleased, felt his young cock go hard almost instantly.
"Hey, sis," he whispered hoarsely, "that was some wild idea! Oh, baby! That sweet smell!" He kissed her very hard on her soft, sweet young lips, still keeping his teeth closed, and the young girl, a secret smile flashing over her face, thought: You're getting there, baby brother! And so am I! Oh, thank you, Lord, for helping us both not to be scaredy-cats!
"That smell," she laughed, "is only my old wee-wee. But if it's as hot for you as yours was for me, I'm glad!"
The big kid shivered. "I'm still scared cock-eyed," he said. "I'm not scared of you, I know that. But maybe I'm scared of me. Maybe I'm scared of stepping over a line."
His sister kissed him again, purposely gentle, and drew her feet back, edging off his thighs. "I must be hurting you, Jodie," she said contritely. "Oh, gracious, I loved that feeling! Just the idea of it! Wow! Crazy! And when I let it go all over you, knowing that my pussy was opening up, just above your peter, that they were almost touching, that was the final, beautiful, wonderful thing of all! I never would have believed it, that I could cum without even touching! That's just too much, Jodie!"
The big boy was getting up, feeling self-conscious about his naked prick, getting hard again so soon. He grinned, what he would learn later to call "a shit-eating grin." But he, scared or not, still felt more like a man than he could have believed possible.
"We did touch," he said. "Look at this old thing," and he touched his hardening cock. "Just when you were letting it all go over me, my prick just jumped up, hard as ever. And you were, uh, sort of open, I guess. I felt it rub in the slick part of your cunt."
The naked young girl, her eyes closed and her teeth gritted from some deep re-echoing cum-spasm, licked her lips and tried to whisper something which sounded like "Yesyesyesyes" and then a long, hard sigh, with her dark head falling against her brother's crotch.
In a few seconds she looked up, her sweet young face glowing.
"You said you could do it again," she said softly, laying her warm hand around his cock. "And now, just look! He's ready again! Oh, how I wish I could just suck him and suck him and suck him, until he just shoots that delicious white stuff in my mouth! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Jodie, will you ever let me?"
He was opening his mouth to say "Yes!" for he had changed a lot in the last half-hour and, although he still had. plenty of fears, he also had a new, surging masculinity. But suddenly they heard a familiar, frightening sound, the rattle of gravel in the driveway, the slam of a truck door. When Eva looked up at Jodie, his face was the color of ashes and his eyes were glazed with terror.
"Get in the tub and pull the curtain! Quick!" The slight girl leaped for the door, shut it quietly, and slid the bolt. When she turned, her brother still stood shivering in the tub. Without a word, without a look of reproach, the girl turned on the water taps, mixing hot and cold, and drew the curtain. "Just in case," she whispered, kissing Joe lightly on the cheek. To him, she suddenly seemed the most grown-up and dependable person he had ever seen, his first leaning post since his mother had left without a word. He was even able to grin feebly, and he watched his sister with admiring eyes as she stood up to the mirror, holding her hands up to fix her hair, and singing words from an old seventy-eight platter, " 'Bye-'Bye Blues."
Their father's footsteps pounded up the stairs like a runaway mule, and Jodie's heart almost leaped out of his mouth when a heavy hand twisted at the doorknob and a hearty voice cried: "Hi! Where is everybody? Joe, that you in there?"
The boy was so paralyzed by fear that he might have answered, but for the fact that his sister, her firm young breasts bounding, leaped into the tub beside him and said severely: "No, dad! It's me! What are you trying to do? Frighten all the neighborhood?"
Turning to her brother, she made a motion of tilting her head back and drinking from an imaginary glass. In Jodie's ear, she whispered, "He's smashed."
There was some indistinct mumbling in the hall, and their father said, "Well, where's Joe, then? His motorbike's in the driveway."
Very coolly, Eva said: "I haven't the faintest notion. He may have come home and left with someone else. Or maybe he's down in the kitchen, having a snack." She made her voice sound prissy. "Anyhow, I wish you wouldn't roar so. You scared me, daddy, really you did. I'm here all alone-or thought I was-with nothing on, just getting into the tub."
They heard a sort of gasp, and Daddy's voice said, "Golly, good thing you had the door latched. I might've dashed in and seen my little girl's naked butt." He put a world of irony into his next words. "How horrible that would be for my sweet little girlie. Especially since I've seen everything you've got from the time you were born!"
Eva hopped out of the tub and put her face against the door. She really loved this big, strong, good looking father of hers, with an interest that would have surprised him and pleased Dr. Sigmund Freud. "Please, daddy, I didn't mean it that way, and you know it! I left the front door unlocked for Jodie, and it could have been one of his friends-or anyone-running up here! You're my daddy, and I'd never mind if you sat down and looked me over for an hour."
She felt a sharp gust of heat flare inside her as she made this bold declaration, and turned to see Joe, his head out between the shower curtains, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Okay, okay," the man outside said. "Listen, I'll run down and see if I can find Joe. I want him to bike down to the store and tell Harry I'm not coming back tonight. I'd phone him, but I want to get this contract of sale to the bank tonight. Sold a big refrigerator a while ago."
He started down the steps, not hurrying this time, and Eva turned back and grabbed her brother by the arm, handing him his clothes. "Run in Dad's bathroom," she whispered. "Quick and quiet! Get in there and turn on the shower and get under it. Remember, you've only been home a few minutes and you used his bathroom because you heard me singing in here. HURRY!"
She opened the door and went to the head of the steps, a big towel draped around her. If her dad came back too quickly and looked up, she knew he would see her sweetly haired, pouting little pussy. She knew that would stop him in his tracks, give Jodie plenty of time to get everything set in the shower.
She was right.
It was a very large towel, but it wasn't large enough to hide all she had, even if she was a small girl. She held one end of it in her left hand, across her tender young breasts, clear across her right hip. From dead ahead, she was modestly clothed. From below, in the good light, every detail of her softly divided, thick-lipped, juicy little cunt could be seen. And her father, hastening back, ready to start upstairs, saw it.
He was holding onto the stair rail, ready to take the stairs two at a time, when he realized what he saw. And realized, with a start that shook him to his foundations, that his baby daughter had become a woman, that she was ripe for sex. His own boyhood, hot as far back as his daughter thought, told him a great deal more, without conscious thought, than he really wanted to know about Eva.
She stared down at him sweetly, holding the other end of the towel, the one looped behind her back, in her right hand, pretending to be drying her hair. And she felt a thrill of pride and excitement that her humble little pussy, that she had never given any real credit, could have such an effect. But she kept cool.
"Oh, daddy," she said in her sweetest, primest voice, "I think I hear Jodie in your bathroom. You know how the pipes hum when the water's turned on somewhere else? I came out to call you. Do you want me to tell him you want him?"
"No! No!" her father almost shouted, unable to take his eyes off the juicy little split that had opened and showed its wet pink lining as Eva took a step toward the head of the stairs. "Forget it! Don't you ever go in there like that! I mean, baby, you ought to get dressed before you come out of the bathroom!" He was blushing, and it was as much for what he was thinking as for the hard-on he suddenly felt growing in his crotch.
He had always been a cocksman, but this last year, with his wife leaving him without any explanation, had shut him into a small inner prison of doubt and rejection. In his store, a comfortable business inherited from his father, he had a sleeping room, purportedly for when he had tired himself moving large appliances. There were still plenty of women in their thirties who remembered the Kelly James of fifteen to twenty years ago, and who would have been glad to give him a rousing fuck. Not just for old times' sake, either, for he was still a good looking male with an athlete's body. But he had lost his self confidence. An occasional whore, even an occasional old friend, kept him from going completely cunt crazy. But mostly, he lived on memories, and that isn't always good for a man whose nuts are full of jism. When he was a kid, he usually felt ashamed and less confident after he had jerked off. Now, at thirty-seven, it was making a sexual recluse out of him.
He moved so that the newel post at the foot of the stairs covered the fact that his cock was pushing against his work slacks. And he tried, unsuccessfully, to keep his eyes a little off the line leading right to the soft, wetly pink lips of his daughter's swelling cunt, and tried to make his voice casual.
"What I mean is, your brother's probably tired from swimming practice," he managed to croak. "Anyhow, I ought to take care of this myself. But listen, baby, I think you, uh, maybe, well, never mind," he gulped. "I'll be home around the usual time."
He had wanted to tell for God's sake go get on some panties, at least, but that would give away the fact not only that he had been looking at her soft-lipped young cunt, but that it had affected him. So all he could do was to walk stiff-legged to the door, that mighty erection painfully stretching against his pants.
With a triumphant grin on her face, Eva threw the towel over her shoulder, reached down and rubbed her itching, happy little pussy affectionately, and watched as her father burned rubber getting out of his driveway. When she was fairly sure he would not return, she went casually into his big bedroom and into the big bath where her brother was trembling under the shower.
CHAPTER THREE
Without realizing it, Eva James had crossed a threshold of life which is called maturity. As she had crossed the wide old hall, she had thought about many things, like the panoramic flash said to precede drowning. But her drowning was in the juices, the feelings, the fleshly contacts, the almost unbearable nerve-tearing beauties of sex.
She had a picture of her brother's cock in her mind that would never leave it. Its red head swollen, its angle eye opening, the long, hot, slick ropes of his rich seed shooting at her.
She shivered, remembering the richness, the slick, thick delight of his semen in her mouth. It made her swallow and stroke her aching breasts.
She thought of the many times she had had a finger, or two fingers, or a number of slender and solid objects in her sensitive young pussy. When she shopped for the family, she always checked certain vegetables. Bananas, of course, although they were too slick to give any real friction. And carrots, if they were very large. Zucchini, too, if they were small.
Both Zucchini and carrots were preferable to bananas, because they could be dropped into a basin full of very hot water, so that they took on the temperature of a human body without getting mushy.
And a large carrot, its pointed end chopped off and neatly rounded with a sharp paring knife, was lovely. It was tapered so that its big end would never get into her tight little fuck hole, no matter how juicy repeated orgasms made it, and its green top leaves were a convenient handle.
But on this day, she had lost her love for carrots.
A cock, made so cannily to fit a girl's snatch, with its hard core so sweetly covered by soft, thick skin, and tipped with a big red head that was satin smooth and tongue-soft, that was the only thing for her. Jodie's of course. How could she ever think of any other? Nevertheless, it was thrilling that the sight of her uncovered cunt had stopped her father dead in his tracks.
She opened the shower door and stepped into the stinging spray with Joe, and he turned a ghastly, pleading face toward her.
"No, no," he chattered. "Get out! You want to get me killed?"
He tried to shove her, but she slapped at his hands and said: "Shut up! You hear me, Jodie James? You just shut right up. And let's get this water a little hotter. No wonder you're shaking like a leaf!"
She reached around him and handled the valves, getting the water up to a beautifully soothing temperature, and reached for the soap.
"What's the matter with you, Jodie baby?" she asked softly, rubbing the smoothness of the soap around his shrunken dick. She kissed him on the chest, in spite of his shrinking away, and made up a nice lather around his cock and balls, in his rather sparse pubic hair. She felt for his cock, which had almost disappeared, crawling back into his belly, and, putting the soap in one of big hands, moved it down to her crotch, holding his wrist, making him soap her slick little split, moving his hand up and down until she was almost crazy with the slick, warm feel of it.
When she was about to cum, she held his hand with the soap in it hard against her clitoris, and fucked against it with an uncontrolled and unexpected expertise, holding onto his big body with her free arm, moaning and screaming.
The boy realized what was happening, and somehow, her message got through the wall of fear that had gripped him when their father had blundered up the stairs.
"Oh, Jodie! OHHHHH! That's so GOOD! OHHHH!! OH, MY GOODNESS! UUNNNHHH! UUNNNHHH!" And she held on to him, still fucking in a diminishing frenzy, but now with her legs spread over his firm, hairless thigh. She had her mouth open, kissing and sucking on his bare chest, and it was a wildly pleasant feeling to the boy. The shower sprayed his broad back with its warm water, and his cock, only a few minutes before no bigger than his thumbnail; was suddenly half hard, hanging out and down to brush against his sister's soft, water-smooth, soap-slicked flesh.
He had jerked off with soap as a lubricant so many times that the mere presence of soap and suds had an aphrodisiac effect on him and his cock and, although terror of parental wrath still burned in him, enjoyed a surging rush of free-wheeling sexuality. Gingerly at first, and then with real feeling, he held his sister against him, one hand on a soapy, tingling breast, feeling very manly as he realized he had made her cum again, however little he had had to do with it.
She smiled up at him. "Whew! That felt good!
And look at your peter! It's so nice and big! Hey, listen! Dad's gone to work. Said he'd be back at the usual time. That means six. Let's dry off and go in my room!" She quickly ran her soapy hand up and down on her brother's hardening dick, and this time was more careful not to let her fingers touch the head.
"I don't know, Eva," Joe said slowly and self-consciously as they were toweling each other off. "I sure feel good right now, but I can't forget how scared I was a while ago. Ooooh!" and he held one of her breasts and squeezed as his cock, so big for a boy his age, throbbed from inner heat. "Sometimes I can cum three or four times in an afternoon! I sure need something to get me off, or I'll have stone-ache for sure! But I'm scared!"
She pulled his head down and kissed him on the lips, wishing they both knew more about what they were trying to do, but having the same hot itch between the tender, thick flaps over her cunt as if she were twenty instead of thirteen.
"We've got to help each other, Jodie," she whispered. "I never did anything like this, either. I have a feeling we'll have to learn how, all by ourselves. And what can it hurt? Who's as close to me as you are? And who's as close to you as me?"
She had him bring his clothes along to her room, "just in case," as she said, and picked her own things up, too.
"And just so you won't worry," she giggled, "I'll call dad and make sure he's at the store. And that he's going to stay there."
She had a pretty pink telephone in her room, a gift from her dad and stepmother on her twelfth birthday, and she dialed the familiar number of James Hardware & Appliances.
"Hi, Harry," she said, "this is Eva. May I speak to dad?"
When her father answered, she said: "I forgot to ask you what you want for dinner tonight. We've got a lot of ham in the refrigerator, so I could make ham and scalloped potatoes the way you like 'em, with a little onion and a lot of cheese. Or would you rather pick up some chops or a steak?"
From where he poised on the bed beside his sister, Jodie could hear his father's heavy voice: "Gee, baby, I'm sorry! You know how I'd love that ham dish." He sounded contrite; he still had more than half that hard-on, and Mae Scully, the blonde at the Ocean Cafe, had waved at him as he pulled up in front of the store. Mae was a good lay, and she was willing to take five or six bucks, so a fellow didn't feel involved or obligated. "But I have to meet a prospect for a washer-dryer down here at seven. I'll grab a bite down here, okay?"
"Sure, daddy," Eva answered gravely, humping her sweet young ass up and down, winking at her grinning brother. "But when will you be home, or can't you guess?"
Now the tinny voice was brisk, confident. "Don't know for sure." he said. After all, sometimes, when she felt good and hot, Mae liked a second go-round, and she was a great one for sucking a guy's cock. Good as any pro, too. Give her a few drinks and a good fuck, and Mae would take your balls in her mouth, carefully and gently suck each of them until you were nearly out of your mind-well, no use in thinking of it as long as he was talking to his baby daughter.
"But listen, Eva," the big man said earnestly, "be sure and lock up tight, understand? With me not at home, I worry, see? So shoot the bolts, front and rear. I won't be gone so late that you and Joe will be asleep. I'll ring the bell and you can let me in."
Jodie should have been as bright and happy as she was, Eva felt. She reached out and took hold of his warm, smooth prick, and gave it a little series of soft, quick jerks, smiling up at him. Right now, she wouldn't have changed places with any woman in the world. They had both crossed an important Rubicon. Suddenly, her mouth seemed to fill with saliva as she thought of the taste, the light, funky smell of Jodie's semen.
"I want to suck you off, Jodie," she said hoarsely. "Thank goodness, we've got all the time in the world!"
She had her hand on her brother's cock, her tongue licking out at the thought of this great new adventure, but he sprang up and out of bed, his face working with emotion.
"You can't do that!" he cried in a hoarse voice. "I never said we'd do that!"
Eva looked at him in shock and disbelief. "You wanted me to help you," she accused. "We're both scared. I told you, I'm just as scared as you are. You said we'd help each other." She had tears of anger and rejection in her eyes. "All right, Mister Jodie James, you can just go ahead and beat off the rest of your life, for all I care. Get out of my room, hear?"
He jumped back on the bed, his young face sober. "Oh, please, baby," he begged. "I told you not to pay too much attention when I get jumpy. Anyhow, you're a girl. If dad caught us, uh, fooling around, he'd blame me, you know how that goes. And I'm scared of just thinking about you sucking me." He was shaking.
"Oh, all right, then, baby," Eva said, but not as scornfully as it sounded. Her wells of sex were flowing, she felt a wet spot on the bedspread under her pussy. "Come on, lie down by me, and at least we can look at each other's, uh things."
She flung herself on her side, her face toward his crotch, her own groin opposite her brother's face. "Ummmm, it really does look so clean and shiny," she said, holding his fat young cock gently in her soft hand. "Does it feel good when I do this?" She shook it in a short arc, watching the head come out from under the wrinkled, soft skin, then go back. At the same time, she blew her warm breath on it. "Look at me, too," she said crossly. "Pull my legs any way you want, so you can see it real good. If you're ever going to go out with girls-and I know you will, some day-you need to know where the good-feeling spots are." She felt the air hit the slick, warm wetness of her inner cunt lips as he lifted one of her legs. Too bad they had washed all the savor and smell away, first in the tub, then in the shower. She knew what she smelled and tasted like, when her dear little slick pussy was good and hot and unbathed. And she had smelled the delightful, arousing rankness when her dad had skinned his enormous dick while he took a pee for himself.
But apparently she still had some left. She heard Jodie groan in surprise and desire, and heard him say: "Golly, Sis, you sure do smell good." She felt his cheek on her thigh, felt a breath tickle the inflamed surfaces of her blood-heated labia. Why, why didn't he just plunge in, why didn't he stick his mouth down on her clit, his tongue in her tight little cunt hole?
She felt one of his hands fumble between them, and then, oh gorgeous feeling! He was squeezing one of her soft, girlishly firm breasts so hard that she leaped.
"Oh, thank you, Jodie!" she cried. "Oh, baby, that felt so good!"
He answered in a choked voice: "I never knew anything could be so pretty, Sis. Or so alive. You know what happened? When I mashed your titty, your cunt moved. I mean it! It moved. The inside part."
Oh, lick it, she thought miserably. Please, Joe! Lick it! Or I'll go out of my mind! Aloud, she gasped, "It's so clean, Jodie, you might just kiss it, real easy. It won't bite you," she joked weakly, knowing that she wished it could swallow him whole.
She thought she had blown it, for he moved his head back, but apparently it was only so he could see it again, and aim right, for she suddenly felt the most wonderful thrill a girl can have-the very first time a fellow starts to suck her cunt.
She felt his cock grow harder and harder in her hand, and felt it start to throb. But she was so involved in the fiery sensations in her cunt that she was only dimly conscious of anything else. He must have gotten right over her hole, and he must be sucking very hard. It felt as if she were turning inside out, it felt as if every hotly inflamed cunt nerve was rasping on another just like it as the walls of her vagina came together under his heavy suction.
"Ohhhh," she moaned softly, fucking back and forth, hoping he would shove his tongue inside her. "Unnnhhh! Unnnhhh!" She was writhing in the beginning of an orgasm, and she tried to count how many she had, but could not. "OH, JODIE!" she cried in a harsh, hungry tone. "OH, JODIE! YOU'RE SUCKING MY CUNT! OHHH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGG!"
In the excitement, with her entire body helping pour out her feelings, her release, her juice, she got her soft, strong thighs around her brother's face and was holding him tightly against her spasming young cunt. She knew that girls don't "shoot off" as she had heard fellows do. Nonetheless, she felt such contractions of wet and sloppy heat that it seemed as if she would pour out a bucketful of her clear, sweet cunt nectar.
As the heat waned in throbbing recession, she opened her eyes. There, immediately in front of her moaning mouth, was that lovely, hard peter, with a few drops of juice as clear as her own leaking from its little slit. She touched it with her tongue tip, and her inner heat flared again. It looked different, but it had the same delicate flavor as that richer, thicker juice which had shot out all over her in the tub, less than an hour ago.
This time, she had sense enough not to ask. She simply opened her mouth and went down on the hard organ, closing her lips over it, letting her flow of saliva slicken it so her lips didn't drag. She went down on it so hard that it struck her throat a stretching blow, but she enjoyed it. I'II always do that, she made a mental note. J love that kind of hurting!
She pulled away, sucking hard, then slowing down, wrapping her tongue around it, really trying to feel and taste every least little thing about it that made it seem so sweet and nice and loving. She wanted to ask: "How does that feel, Jodie?" but she had the knowledge of his hands clasped in her hair, and he sure as hell wasn't trying to pull her off of it. So it must be feeling super.
She moved down on it again, feeling hotter inside and, at the same time, more confident than ever before. She would make it cum, she would feel it swell up and throb, and then that little slit would open and that incredibly rich, thick juice would come spurting into her throat.
As she thought of those two accidental blasts that had splattered against her tonsils a while ago, she unconsciously tightened her throat muscles, and felt Joe's hands clutch in her hair, then heard him moan: "Oh, Evie, you're so sweet! That feels so good!"
She felt around and found his hand and brought it to her throbbing titty, groaning in deepest pleasure as the pang of his rough squeeze shot through her. She would have to explain to him, later, how a girl's breasts were connected with her twat, how a fellow could really get a girl going by squeezing her boobs. Meanwhile, she had a new idea, a new thought for her pleasure and Jodie's.
She stuck her tongue out, slick and covered with saliva, and by pulling at him, he began to fuck into her mouth, over her tongue, making it a much longer, slicker hole to fuck into than if it was just from the lips on in.
"I don't know what you're doing, sis, but it sure feels good," her kid brother gasped, and she felt pride in her discovery. She wondered how in the world he could wait so long to cum, and then had a shocking thought-he had probably jerked off in the shower, while she was showing her old daddy her pussy.
She knew that the head was the tenderest part, so she suddenly moved back, just holding the head between her strong lips, as if she were sucking a ripe plum. For a few seconds, she moved her lips up and down on the head, touching it with her tongue, licking on the underside of it, and then she felt him rise from the bed as if he were having a seizure, and he cried: "OH, GOD! OH, GOD! I'M CUMMING!"
Now he did try to pry her off, but she had him around his lean butt, hanging on like a leech, and for good measure, she opened her warm, sticky thighs again and enveloped his face. At once he stopped resisting, and she felt his hungry mouth again, chewing softly on the raging cunt that was ready to shoot its own wad again. She felt the heat of semen blast into her mouth, and let it swell her cheeks, slowly slipping a few drops back over her taste buds and down her throat. There was a lot of it. Some of it was leaking out around his plunging cock. He was really fucking into her mouth, now, into her throat, and she did not have to go down on it at all, just let him shoot it into her throat as it plunged in and she swallowed. She felt his body, warm against her own, and knew the triumph of mastering a new experience that was psychological as well as physical. His juice! His cum! The darling, slick, salty jism out of his taut young balls! It was so sweet, so unbelievably dear! In that moment, she loved the three girls who had made her aware of all this. Who had, if you got right down to it, made it happen. And all this time, her heart and her lips and her tongue were devoted to sucking every last drop out of him. And of, as if she were a spectator, enjoying the softer, sweeter orgasm that was bubbling out of her slick, tenderized cunt as Jodie licked at her, tried to suck her all the way in.
She felt wet all over her bottom, all between the sweet globes of her ass as she finally stopped running her tongue over the shuddering head of Joe's cock, and he let his face come away from between her legs. She knew it was part sweat, part Jodie's spit, and part her cum juice, and it felt heavenly. As she thought of it, Jodie put his hand right in there, right between her ass cheeks, pressing in and sawing up and down. He was rubbing at such tenderness of nerves that she let out a scream of joy, "OH, GOODNESS, JODIE BABY!" and clamped her thighs, her ass, together as hard as she could.
He had touched her asshole, too, she knew, because there was a different feeling, a gut-deep pang that was like a joyful pain, if a person could imagine such a thing.
She saw that she had leaked out quite a bit of her brother's seed during the wildness when she was going down on him so hard, and he was fucking her throat the same way a guy would fuck a girl's cunt. There were some big, opaque drops hanging in his pubic hair, and a couple of long, sticky strands of it on his thighs.
She sucked in the goodness and richness of the stray drops, and then, giggling, swerved her open lips and sweeping tongue up and down to take in the strands. It was so close to his balls that she opened her mouth real wide, and very gently sucked them into the warmth of her mouth.
If Joe noticed, he did not say anything, just moaned in a happy fashion, and rubbed his mouth up and down her slit. He must be getting a mouthful, himself, Eva thought, enjoying the live, smooth feeling of his hairless young ball sac. And, in some very strange way that made her young vagina writhe and made her saliva flow, she remembered her dad's big cock, and all that hair sticking out around it. Oh, God! What balls he must have!"
She licked between Jodie's thighs a lot, after she had let his balls go. Her cunt felt wide open, wet and slick and warm, but for a wonder, it seemed fulfilled. At least for now. When Jodie pulled away and rolled on his back, she swiveled around so she could kiss him on the mouth.
His face was sticky and sweet from the flow that he had sucked out of her pussy. It was mild, much milder than it would have been if she had not had the bath. "Did you like it, Jodie?" she asked softly. "Did you like me sucking your peter?"
He threw his strong arms around her and sobbed: "Oh, yess! Oh, Evie, it was so beautiful! I'm glad you made me do it! Oh, am I ever glad! And eating your pussy, that's the lovingest thing I ever did!"
She saw that he had tears in his eyes, and she whispered: "That's why you don't ever need to beat off again, Jodie. Not ever! Sis will suck you any time. Or I'll just hold it in my hand and shoot it off. Like a Roman candle at Fourth of July," she laughed. "Wow! If I didn't like it so well in my throat, I'd love to have it shoot all over my boobs! You've got no idea how good that felt!"
She sat up. "WeVe got a ton of time, Jodie. But I want to fix you a real nice dinner. I'll make that scalloped-potato thing, after all. We both love it, and maybe dadll get home in time to eat some of it himself!"
She rolled off the bed, delighting in the grown-up feeling of having sucked a man's peter, of having had a man suck her juicy, responsive, sweetly aching cunt. Her breasts felt so full of heat and fuck-fire that she held them in her hands, looking at them, at herself, in the vanity mirror. "Jodie," she said, "they're bigger! Just in this short a time. I know they're bigger!"
He came and stood by her, hugging her, rubbing his still wet cock against her hip. He leaned down and sucked in one of the hard nipples cresting the firm cone. His cock felt warmer, and he put one hand between her legs from the rear, slipping a finger into his sister's fuck hole, the first time he had ever done such a thing.
"Better watch it," Eva laughed huskily. "Or we'll never get fed."
They put on the fewest possible clothes, since it was warm from the late afternoon sun. Jodie helped as much as he could, but, when Eva once more mentioned fixing enough for dad, he laughed.
"You don't know so much about Dad, do you?" he teased.
Eva looked puzzled. "I don't know what you mean," she said.
"I think dad's got some pussy lined up," he said. "Wasn't he going to stay home and send me to the store? Then, all of a sudden, he leaves. Next thing you know, he's not going to come home until later. That reads out like he's got something hot lined up." He laughed.
Eva shook her head. "He's thirty-seven," she said. "Does a guy that old-does he still, you know, want it?"
"You better believe it," Jodie assured her. "Geez, sis, how can you be so dumb? Guys like seventy years old want it. And get it, too." He felt of his own prick. "I could do it again before he gets home," he said. "Wow! That was nice. Sorry I was so scared."
His sister looked at him tenderly.
"You're doing all right," she said. She thought about the size of their father's cock. It made her shiver. She had been feeling very good, comfortable and warm between her legs. But now, all of a sudden, her pussy felt hot and swollen. I have a lot to learn, she told herself humbly. But I wish I knew more to tell Jodie, more to help him with.
When she was through with the one-dish meal, Eva put the kitchen stove's oven clock on a time an hour later and set it at three hundred degrees. "Won't boil over," she said, "while we're upstairs. Talking."
Jodie seemed more confident. He cupped her firm little buttock with one big hand, and squeezed. It made her cunt feel as if it were hanging open, just for a second. It felt good. Eva turned and hugged him, putting her face against his bare chest.
"Jodie," she asked tensely, "would you stick it in me if I asked you? They say it's a hundred times better than beating yourself off. And I've heard girls say that their guys like it twice as good as a blow job." Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts seemed to be so tight and full that they ached. "Would you, Jodie?"
The boy tensed. She felt his peter, standing hard between them, begin to go down. "I thought you said you just wanted to talk," he said defensively.
She put her hand on his cock, still large but no longer hard. It was crazy. The least little thing scared him soft. Still, she knew the feel of his cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum goo on her taste buds. That was a lot more than she had expected, an hour ago.
She gave his tool a friendly squeeze. "Don't get scared, little brother," she said teasingly. "That's just one of the things I wanted to talk about."
They ran upstairs, laughing, and fell on Eva's bed together.
"It's better in here," she said. "Dad always looks in your room without knocking. He never looks in mine, just knocks and asks if I'm all right."
Jodie shivered. "If he ever did look in here and find us doing what we we're doing," he said, "he wouldn't have to kill me. I'd die, just from fright."
His sister caressed his young dick, pulling the skin back off its somewhat shriveled head, pressing the little eye open. There was a drop of slick, clear fluid there, and she leaned down and put the tip of her tongue on it. She felt a hard spasm of cum-pain in her cunt, far up in the dark near her juvenile womb. "Oooh, Jodie," she whispered, "this has been some day, hasn't it?" Without another word, she leaned across his bare belly, licking her lips all around before taking his hard young prick in her mouth. The feeling of being about to cum persisted. And there was a nice thing. New, and sort of what she had been thinking of.
They had sweat a great deal during their wild session on this very bed. And both of them had gone to the bathroom before they went downstairs. Jodie had let his sister hold his cock and aim it while he urinated. Now there was a new taste, a sharper flavor to her brother's sweet, throbbing peter. The male rankness of sweat under a foreskin. The acrid bite of a leftover drop of piss.
CHAPTER FOUR
After their dinner, after another hour of play, when their dad still hadn't come home, Eva gave him up. She felt just a bit disgusted with herself, with Joe. "He's such a damned baby," she muttered to "herself as she brushed her long, dark hair, admiring the way her young breasts seemed to get bigger as she raised her arms. Her transparent nightie, her very shortest one that barely came to her crotch, showed the sharply pointed little titties at their best.
She had put another tampon back in her tight little pussy. The sight of the white string, peeping out from between her fat cuntlips with their black hair, gave her a grown up feeling. "And the way I feel, I could start flowing right this minute," she said in her confidentially low voice.
Damn Jodie, anyhow! She had gotten it up for him, mainly by letting him look, at close range, into the slickly pink opening of her sweet little cunt. But when she tried to pull him onto her, tried to fuck up at him and lodge his hard tool in her wishful vagina, he had turned chicken. But at least he had greased his fingers with some kind of cream, and he had finger-fucked her until she had a couple of big, relieving cums. And at the same time, he had let her jerk at his cock, telling her just how to do it, and complaining that she didn't know any more about a guy's prick than he knew about a girl's pussy. As she was only too well aware.
"I sure wish I knew more," she said aloud, her sweet little face wistful in the big mirror. "I wish I knew about me, and about him. Maybe I could talk some sense into his head."
She jumped as she heard the doorbell. She had forgotten about her dad. Now, startled, she ran out of her room and down the stairs, remembering only after she reached the first floor hall that she had on this wild, revealing little scrap of nightie. And, if what Joe had said was true, it wouldn't mean a thing to her dad. In Jodie's coarse expression, "he'll probably be fucked out!"
As a matter-of-fact, Kelly James had thought he was, too. Mae had been hot, ready, juicy, and very, very tight. "I'm about due for my period, Kelly baby," she had laughed, once they were in his "secret room" at the store, and had both undressed. "I always get extra hot. And my old pussy tightens up like when we were in school."
He had thrown her on her back, sucking at her streaming hole while she kicked her heels and squealed in joy, cumming with a rush and a roar. Her cunt juice tasted rich and strong, like a woman's should. And her thick blonde cunt hair had absorbed a lot of the girl-cum as she had worked. Now it was dried and chewy, as he mouthed around in that stiff bush. Like a good cheese, he thought. Good old Mae! So they had fucked a couple of times. Twice in an hour is pretty good for anybody, Kelly thought. "I'll be glad to hit the sack," he had laughed as he squeezed good old Mae's big boobs one last time, leaning into her car.
But he felt a strange, frightening sense of lust as the door opened on his daughter. This afternoon, looking up at the hairy, fat little spread of young cunt, he had known she was a woman. Come to think of it, that was what had given him the drive to call Mae at her work, after she had waved to him, and, there was no denying it, he had fucked the blonde because of that haunting memory of his little girl's cute, fat little pussy.
He bent to kiss her, and was surprised when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He had the peculiar desire to shove his big tongue into her sweet youth mouth, and trembled inwardly as he thought of making his flesh too much a part of this young girl, sprung from his loins, a part of him. Some deep tribal instinct made the thought sickening, but an instinct that went back millions of years deeper gave him a glow in his big cock and balls.
"You're a little late," Eva said, pretending grown-up severity, but she gaily took her father's hand and trotted beside him as they went to the stairs. She was sniffin the air to see if she could get any olfactory confirmation of Joe's predictions, but she suddenly thought: If I go up ahead of daddy, he'll be looking right into my ass, my cunt.
It had its pleasant side, but it was frightening, too. After all, she was very young, only thirteen, and conditioned to care very much what her father wanted from her, wanted her to do, expected of her.
He may have had the same thought, for he put his big arm down around her, across her warm little back and under her arm. She was more than a foot shorter than he was, so the position was awkward, but Eva was aware that his hand was in the sweetly haired young armpit, brushing her jiggling, soft little breast.
Her father must have had the same thought, for his face was red and he leaned slightly because a brand-new hard-on, just coming on, made it necessary.
He kissed her good night at the door of his room, and she went on to her door, but slowly. When she saw that there was no light showing under Jodie's door, she opened it and looked in. Her heart was pounding, and she had a strange warmth in her pussy, not at all like she had felt earlier. This feeling had a large portion of fear.
Her brother was asleep. "Sweet baby," she breathed. "He's the one who's all fucked out." She almost giggled. "Well ... sucked out," she said in that faint whisper which only reached her own ears.
She turned back to her father's room, knocked so softly that only a man whose senses were sharpened could have heard it, and went in swiftly at the low-voiced command, "Come on in."
Kelly James had all his clothes off except his slacks and was sitting on the bed. Like his daughter's, his heart was beating very hard. But, where she felt the frightening beauty of adventurous fear, he felt confusion and, perhaps, remorse.
He had brought out his jar of Vaseline and two or three of the brightly colored, photographically illustrated sex books he kept in his bottom dresser drawer. Because he knew he was going to have to jerk off, if he was to get any sleep. He had seen a fringe of long, silky cunt hair hanging below the hem of Eva's nightie. He had felt similar hair under her arms, damp and fragrant with her sweet perspiration. He had not been able not to brush her young tits with his hand, they were so cute and hot and appealing. A monster! That was his thought.
And still, there was something about his getting another hard-on that tickled him. "Damn good for a guy my age," he had chuckled to himself, alone in his room.
And now, out of all reason, here was his daughter!
He looked at her curiously. Why had she come in here? What sort of temptation had God-or the Devil-rigged up for him? He had had a few drinks with Mae, and they must have hit him harder than usual.
He smiled at Eva, a somewhat tentative smile, but she looked at him seriously, her sweet little face worried, her small, tender hands locked just above her pussy, barely concealed by the gown.
"I came in here to apologize to you, daddy. To ask you to forgive me. To ask you for help."
He was jolted out of his confusion. "Apologize?" he asked. "What for? What'd you do to me?"
"This afternoon," she said in a low voice, sitting on the edge of a chair opposite where he sat on his bed. Her thighs, surprisingly mature for such a small girl, were tight together. Not that I'd look at her sweet little cunt, Joe lied to himself. But he looked.
"This afternoon," she went on, not looking at him, and with her face red, "when you came home and knocked on the bathroom door." She gulped, really frightened at what she was doing, completely unsure of her motive. "I've thought about it all day, me being so prissy with you. About seeing me naked," she added, shivering inside.
He looked at her and said: "You already apologized. Right there and then. Anyhow, I was a little bit schnockered. On beer. Had a few with the lady who bought the reefer. But thanks, baby. You're sweet!"
She remained where she was. "Daddy, I meant what I said today. I'd really like for you to look at me. Down there, I mean." His blush seemed to burn all over her body. Even her skin felt a bit too warm, and inside her cuntlips, far up in her young fuck-tube, there was a rippling wave of heat. Or was it? Was it fear? Or was it love?
"Go on, baby," Kelly said. "Go to bed. I've had a tough day. You're making it tougher."
"No, daddy!" Eva protested. "I want you to know that I love you too much to be afraid of you. You'll make me feel terrible if you don't look." She opened her thighs wide, which made the skimpy gown hike up, showing the dark triangle of dark hair, the top of the demurely hidden slit that made her a woman. Her father could not help staring, and was unconscious of the fact that he had licked his thick lips as he saw the warm little twat. "Please, daddy, I want you to."
He was opening his mouth to say "No!" in a positive voice when the shy girl got up and went to sit beside him on the bed. She was breathless from the effort it took to offer her body for a man's viewing, even her dad, having been brainwashed to protect her cunt and her breasts from male view. And she was topsy-turvy inside from the most hopeless confusion she had ever known.
Maybe her dad could help her. Maybe he could, honestly, teach her some of the things she almost knew, but wasn't sure of. Maybe he could-and would-give her some new kind of tenderness and parental understanding that few kids ever had. Like letting her be a human.
She snuggled close to him, feeling the warmth of his bare body. It gave her such a silent squeal of need from her pussy that she nearly fainted. She became aware that her father had a hard-on, that he had the books out. She even saw the Vaseline, and knew what it was for. Now, she had an added motive. If she could help Jodie, she must also help her father. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his mouth working.
"Please, daddy, just so I won't go to bed and stay awake because I feel bad?" she begged. "Like you said, I'm your little girl. You've seen me naked all my life. Until a couple of years ago."
He turned and looked at her "You say it would help you?" he asked. "You sure you mean that? You want me to look at your, uh, your body? Naked? Unnnhhh!" He let out a long sigh and looked away. His hard-on throbbed. I must have a whole, big, brand-new load built up, he told himself. What'll I do with it? Where'll I shoot it?
But he turned and took his little daughter by her arms, looking at her face but seeing down into the open top of the gown, seeing her lovely, pointed little boobs, the natural wrinkle of her belly at the waistline, even seeing the top of her dark bush of cunt hair. He tried to laugh, but nearly choked. "Maybe you won't be safe with me, little baby," he said huskily. "You know anything about men? About guys, I should say?"
She was able to smile, after a fashion. "No," she said. "That's my trouble. That's why I want your help. That's why I want you to look at me, at my, uh, you-know-what."
"Come on, baby," he said, shaking her gently. He sensed a certain amount of play-acting; the phoniness of the child gave him a bit of playful courage. "You know the common names for such things."
She dropped her eyes, her cheeks flaming. "Yes," she said in a very low voice. "But I'm afraid to use them. Oh, daddy!" and she flung herself on him and sobbed, "I need your help so much!"
And odd wave of freedom swept Kelly James. Even his hard-on subsided to half-size. If his daughter needed help, well, then, that made things different. Made them all right, in fact. He stood up, towering over the tiny girl, whose thighs were now apart again, and whose tiny nightie was around her waist. "Go ahead," he said in a rasping voice, "take the gown off. I'll do what you say."
Relief and fear swept the girl. She truly wanted to learn, truly wanted to make up to her beloved father if she had hurt him today. But there was a brilliant pang of cunt-hunger flashing through her soft, juicy, trembling young vagina, striking like fire in her wet, slick cuntlips. She closed her eyes as she raised her body, then her arms, and peeled out of the gown. "Are you going to undress?" she asked. "It would help me. You know, with some things I need to know."
"Wait a minute," Kelly said harshly. "You want to look at Me? What in hell are you trying to learn?"
His daughter, now lying on her back again, hands crossed over her soft young breasts, found it hard to speak. "I don't know anything about guys," she said. "I never have dated. Jodie's my little brother." She felt delightedly hypocritical about this last sally, and it gave her confidence. "Who can I ask, except you?" she asked.
"Son of a bitch!" her father muttered. He was looking down at the softly haired young cunt. The lips seemed to be stuck together, probably with the same girl-goo that had flowed from Mae tonight. He licked his lips. Tentatively, he unbuckled his belt. "You don't know anything about men, huh?" he asked. "That seems odd."
Eva sat up, opening her eyes, looking indignant. "I'm not a liar!" she said. "Of course I know what guys have. I've seen pictures, read books. I've seen Jodie's little peter, a hundred times. But I don't know what they're like! Guys' dongs, I mean. How they feel, how they really look where they feel good."
She put her hands out appealingly, and somehow they found the hooking clasp on her father's trousers, the reinforcing button, the zipper. Her little face was determined. Her dad stood still.
"I'll be goddamned," he muttered, looking down at the tenderly seductive child-form of his daughter. "You really want that kind of help? You really think I'm the one to help you?" He let his cock swing out from the opening in his shorts, and heard Eva gasp. "Take hold of it," he said kindly. "See how it feels. Then well put it up."
The little girl's soft, warm hands were already on it. Not hard, it was still big enough for both her tiny hands to hold it, with the dark-red head still in view. "How does it feel?"
"I don't know what to say," his daughter gulped. "I guess it feels nice. No, better than that. Wonderful!" She was moving her hands up and down, very slowly, watching the big head show and expand as she brought the thick skin back all the way. Like Jodie's, all right, but somehow different. Darker. Much bigger. And gracious! That wonderful smell!
She looked up at her dad, her freckles standing out like brown stars, her face was so white. "Is there a special place it feels good to a guy?" she asked. "If I got around like other girls," she said humbly, "I guess I'd know without asking."
Goddamn it, he thought. How old were the girls I used to bang in junior high? Thirteen? Twelve, some of them. And these fucking ignorant baboons, they don't ask my kid out? For a few seconds, he was furious with the insensate oafs who passed up a cutie like his daughter, then he said: "Okay, baby, if it'll help you, or give you more confidence, I'll do anything I can for you. Anything." And when he had said this, he felt singularly free from guilt. A man helped his kids, didn't he? No matter what kind of help it was.
"Skin it back," he said. "It's getting hard. That's because you're holding it, and that feels good. And I'm looking at you, and you're a naked girl. A naked woman, really." He smiled. And it was now an unforced, genuine smile of love. "The books call it an erection, when a man's, uh, penis gets hard. But it's usually called a hard-on." He grunted: "Unnnhhhh!" as her hands squeezed down on it.
"Penis, huh?" his daughter asked. "I listen to the other girls. At school, you know. Especially after gym, when we're all naked in the showers." She giggled, and Kelly James shivered, thinking about those ranks of young, soft, warm bodies, little titties jiggling, sweet little pussies wet with perspiration and sweet cunt juice.
Her two hands, so softly frigging him, had his cock so hard that it would have snapped off if he ran into a door with it. "So," he said, "what's that mean? They have other names for a guy's dong? I know, baby, I know. We can talk plain. When a guy's cock gets hard. Or his prick." He felt more comfortable, but he looked at the door, and heard his daughter whisper, "It's okay. I locked it. And Jodie's asleep. I looked."
Without warning, she laid her cheek against her father's cock, loving the warmth and hardness of it. Unlike Jodie, he didn't flinch. Maybe I can suck him, the girl thought excitedly. She had only wanted to make a start, to get her dad in a mood where, sooner or later, she could talk to him openly about sex. And I do need help, she thought defensively.
She looked up at him holding his huge prick against her face, and asked: "When are you going to look at me? I feel so funny down there. So warm, sort of. And itchy. I guess it's from holding your cock," and she blushed hotly, the tide of crimson starting near her middle and flaming both ways, making her whole body a bright red.
"Lie back," her father said, now feeling free and in command of his faculties. "If it'll help you, I'll do it! And listen, baby, I'm not doing you any favors. There's nothing I'd rather do than look at a warm, sweet cunt. Even if it's my little girl's." He took hold of her ankles. "Even if I hold your legs up, I'm still too tall," he complained. "I want to give you a real look. I'll kneel down, and you can open it up for me. No," he said, remembering how it had seemed to be sealed with dried cunt ooze, "just put your legs apart, and I'll open it."
In spite of his feeling of ease, based on the true belief that he was helping his little girl, Kelly was flushed with a sort of apprehension, what of, he could not have said. He had put tomorrow in a dark closet, and dredged up a yesterday covered with the slime of semen and girl-cum. It gave him a shivery feeling between his shoulder blades, but he loved it.
With soft touch and careful anticipation, he put his broad thumbs on either side of the tightly sealed slit, feeling them sink into the springy, soft flesh of the hairy, outer cuntlips. He was breathing hard, and the very slight fragrance of a young girl's sweated crack, of her almost pure cunt juice, barely reached through the lasting fragrance from Mae Scully's mature snatch. His heart was pounding heavily, and he could feel each surge of hot blood it pumped in the explosively sensitized head of his cock.
As he pressed on the tender, hairy cushions to force them open, there was a very faint little popping sound, and his young daughter's body moved sharply. "Did that hurt you, baby?" Kelly asked thickly, and sighed when the hoarse young voice whispered: "No! It felt good!"
He kept pressing, pushing the thick lips back, and his mouth almost overflowed with spit. First there was the pink and grainy underside of the big outer lips. They were moist and quivering. Their odor was delicious. Then there were the fat, slick little rolls of inner labia, so tightly gorged with blood that he knew his daughter was very, very hot. His cock was giving him the devil.
He could barely breathe when he saw it all, held wide open, the coral-pink membrane etched with the deep red lace of surface veins, the pulsing little hole at the bottom. And all of it agleam with the thin, sweet, clear mucous secretions of a healthy young woman-child's vagina, its soft, hidden folds creeping inside this young body.
Eva's legs were spread like a frog's. She could feel the strain on the big tendons that run up the inside of a girl's thighs exactly to the top of her slit. She could hear her father's ragged breathing even over the thunder of her own pulses, and feel his warm breath in exact rhythm with his breathing, stirring the short, dry cunt hairs, tickling the quivering sensitivity of her young cunt. Involuntarily, her body moved sharply and she groaned.
Her father was astounded. He saw no signs of a maidenhead, but surely no experienced girl, experienced with sex, that is, could ever come to her father for instruction. Or seduction. When she twisted her body and said: "Ooooonnnnhhh!" like a grunt driven out of a cumming woman, he drew a deep breath and said shakily, "You seem awfully hot, dear!" And then he felt ashamed. No matter what his old-fashioned ideas might be, this was a human who needed help. But he was not sure what he should do. Not sure where he should stop. Or even, whether he could stop-
The sweet child, her young fists clenched, whispered, "Oh, daddy! I'm so hot! So hot! It hurts me so!" And then, hoarsely: "Can you touch me somewhere down there? Anywhere at all! Ooooh! Ooooh! I'm so hot, daddy!" And her young, sweetly rounded ass bumped up and down, her body straining.
His tongue had been hard from the moment he had seen his child downstairs, with the strands of dark hair showing below the nightie. He could no longer hold back. He simply leaned down and in, covering the entire cunt with his mouth, and began to suck and lick, turning and twisting his face so that lips, tongue, teeth and all were busy.
He had a firm grip under and over his daughter's thighs, and he felt them tense like cables as she began to cum. And scream. It was a beautiful moment, bringing relief to this young daughter he had always adored, but on whom he had turned impersonal eyes.
The child was so conditioned and drained by all that had happened to her on this very special day that her screams were at once hoarse and quiet. "OH, DADDY, THAT'S SO GOOOOD! OH, HOW I LOVE YOU!" Her young hands were holding his head, holding his face against her wide-open cunt, and she was fucking up at him with all the strength of her back and loin muscles. Instinct, he thought. How beautiful it is!
And he drove his big tongue as deep into Eva's squirming, nipping little pussy as deep as it would go, far enough in to feel the clutch of her cunt's entry muscles. There was a hard flow of her hot juice, and he sucked it in as if he were a thirsty traveler at a waterhole. The taste of her was sweet, it was human, and far more delicate than Mae's. After all, she had had a bath only a few hours before, he remembered, and hotly looked forward to a warm afternoon when he would find her at home, sweated and ripe from exercise and from sitting on it in school all day.
"OHHH! OHHH!" Eva cried. Her body was slowing down, but not the delirious thrills of an orgasm that seemed to be coming up all the way from her breasts. And then, just as the flames flickered down inside her, Kelly James very deliberately put his lips over the aching, depleted clitoris and sucked it hard.
He had learned this trick many years ago from a Mexican buddy. They had been balling a couple of dark, hot chickies from the barrio. Every town in that part of the world has one. And the two young studs, trading girls back and forth, were teaching each other every trick they knew. This attack on a just-exploded clit and cunt was the greatest. And he used it now in love and pleasure. Teaching his daughter something she might pass on to some dumb-ass kid.
Slowly, he released his hold on his daughter's firm thighs and sat back on his heels. He was amazed that his cock hadn't shot its load, willy-nilly, but his memory of Mae's heat and her thorough fucking and sucking had given him a lot of cool-power.
He leaned down and kissed the sweet, slick, tired little pussy, still recovering from the harsh after-spasm he had given her by attacking her clit while it was not recovered. The slight body jumped, and then the sweet little face smiled, the clear young eyes opened, and his darling little Eva held her hands on his cheeks.
"Oh, thank you, daddy, thank you!" she said. "I was just thinking-I know that guys sometimes kiss a girl there, and I was so hot, I needed it so. And you did it! Oh, I can never thank you enough for what you did! Did you enjoy looking? I never thought it would come to this."
She was not lying, at least not consciously. Perhaps, in the bottom of her heart, she had wanted her father sexually. In some book she had read, a famous man had said so. But I did want to make sure I hadn't hurt his feelings, she thought sincerely. My daddy!
He got up on the bed and rolled on his side, trying not to rub his straining prick on the coverlet. "Get around here where I can look at it some more," he invited. "You said maybe I could help you. What is it you want me to do?" He thought: If she touches my cock, I'll shoot a load that'll scare the piss out of her. But he good-naturedly pulled her around so that her slit was exactly even with his face. He gently folded back the thick flaps. The little pussy was a much deeper pink, almost red, and it was slicker, too, with his spit and her cum juice. He touched her just below her clit, and then on either side of it. The tiny organ was barely visible, having retreated after the prolonged orgasm and its sharp, painful sequel. The small, oddly mature body jerked, and Eva squealed, "Wow! What did you do?" She fucked toward his face, laughing.
"I was looking for your hot spots," her father said, holding the tender little cunt wide open, looking as deep into it as he could. "But I guess you know where they are. For a young kid, you're certainly juicy."
"I know." The little voice was like a sigh. "Especially at this time of the month." And Kelly remembered that his daughter had leaned forward and felt between her legs in a strangely grown-up way when she had first come in.
"I'm going to do something," he said. "Nothing much. I just want to stick my finger into you." He moved his finger around in her streaming outer genitalia, in her dripping inner lips. He pushed down past her small cuntal opening, and found more of the clear, slick goo between her ass cheeks.
When he began to shove his finger into her fuck hole, she immediately went into a twisting spiral with her body, blindly hugging her thighs, so that he felt her warm, smooth skin on his cock. He was surprised that he did not shoot his load all over her face and titties. That business with Mae fixed me up to fuck all night, he said to himself, deeply pleased at his ability to hold it. His loss of confidence had given him all manner of troubles in sex, and premature ejaculation had been one of them. Except with a whore, or some old friend like Mae, whom he regarded as at least fifty per cent whore, he had developed a devastatingly unmanning lack of male certainty. To manage his ejaculation this well, even if it were only with a young girl-and his daughter, at that-gave him a sense of returned pride.
He continued probing with his finger as his child's body thrashed in a very grown up orgasm, feeling the joy of it in his mind as well as in his prick and balls. He said again: "You're a hot little kid."
"You make it feel so good," the girl whispered. "It's your finger being so big. It just felt heavenly. So much better than mine. Or a, uh, well ... never mind," she said uncertainly.
Joe probed deeper into her, making her squeal again. "Feel that?" he asked as he tapped his blunt finger against her hard, girlish cervix. "That's your cervix, the mouth of your womb." He laughed in a gusty, shaking quiver of pleasure. "When you're old enough to have babies, they'll grow in your womb." He felt like a fool, saying it. The kid was small, but she was old enough to menstruate, which also meant she was old enough to conceive.
He thought of an earthy proverb passed on to him by an old friend from California, Tom Suvak: "Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher," and it made him shiver inwardly. Stick a cock like his in this tiny, smooth, tender little hole? It would rip her apart. But he was curious at what his daughter had not said.
"What do you mean," he asked, swirling his finger in the rich, slick juice that filled her super-soft vaginal folds, "after you said my finger felt better than yours, or than 'a, uh, well, never mind?' I don't believe I know what one of those is." He pulled out with his finger, turning a part of the upper lining of her cunt out, so that he could lash it with his broad tongue.
"Oh, daddy, you're killing me!" the girl groaned, but she was laughing. "What did you do? Oh, never mind that, either." She had hold of his cock, so gently that he barely realized it, but knew she was frigging him gently, and possibly breathing on the sensitive head. "I know youVe wondering why I haven't got a, you know, a hymen. A maidenhead. I don't know if I ever had one. I've been sticking my finger into me for as long as I can remember. And daddy. I said I wouldn't lie to you. Other things. Like small Italian squashes, or anything shaped like a penis. A cock, I mean. Don't be mad at me. All girls do those things. At least, I believe they do."
"It's all right, baby," her dad said. "I was curious, I admit it. I just didn't see how any girl could be as, well, as responsive as you are, and keep away from guys."
She didn't say anything, and a fierce surge of heat made him pull away and look down to his crotch. She had the big head of his cock in her mouth, and her sunken cheeks and moving throat muscles indicated she was trying to suck it. Really sucking it.
It had simply become too much for Eva to resist. It wasn't curiosity. She knew that it had been in another woman's cunt. The savory odor was like her own when she was hot and hadn't had a bath. From a generously hot woman, she knew. And there were drying flakes on the stem that had to be cum juice, dehydrating. It felt so good in her hands, and the head was so excitingly large, she wondered if she could get it in her mouth. So she opened as wide as she could, and took it in. It gave her a shock wave of heat deep inside. It was huge, compared to Jodie's, but not that huge. Not too big to suck. Taste, texture, size, they made her mouth drool, but they made her cunt twist like mad. And her dad, thrown into a sharp spasm of heat, thrust his finger into her pussy and his cock into her gullet. Then, trying not to come, he stopped all motion, content to let the child suck it as best she could.
She opened her mouth and let the big prick go. "That makes how many?" she asked in a shaking voice. "Four? Five? Did you keep score?"
She closed her thighs so that she held her dad's hand tightly, and moved her body in hard shiver, gurgling. "Ooooh, daddy, you just know what to do!" she cried, her heart in her voice. "You're so good!"
He quivered all over in a sudden feeling of need and fear. If I don't shoot this wad pretty soon, he thought, I'm going to lie awake and hurt in my nuts all night. But did he dare fuck hard into that small mouth, that tender throat?
"That's too big for your mouth, baby, isn't it?" he asked softly. "I saw what you were trying to do. It was lovely. But I'm too big, isn't that the truth?"
She squeezed his cock in her small, warm hand and shut her eyes, shaking her head. "No!" she said positively. "It hurt me a little, when you shoved it into my throat. But I know that girls suck these big things, just like I knew that guys kiss girls on their pussies. Would you really cum in my mouth?"
He fucked his cock gently back and forth in her hand, and she opened her mouth, her pink tongue out, and let it slide across her wet tongue and in against the roof of her mouth.
"That feels good," she said gravely. "But listen, Daddy, may you can at least try something, just for me. Just this once."
He laughed. "You name it, baby. You know I'll do it if I can."
Her face flushed, and he saw the hot tide of blood burn all the way down to her thighs. The smell of her hot young pussy swirled around his face, and he lurched in a wave of pure lust.
The child pulled away from him, letting out a little yelp as his finger came out of her tiny cunt with a Pop!, and got on all fours, her face above his. She was shaking with excitement, her eyes glazed with heat from her yearning cunt.
"I want you to-stick it in me," she said. And then, as his face went sober and he opened his mouth to speak, she said, "Oh, please! I have to know what it's like! I have to feel it, don't you see? If I'm ever going to have the chance to be grown up, to feel grown up! I know I'm tight, but if it hurts you, I'll stop! I promise!"
She was so excited, so wild with fuck-heat, that her mouth hung open and her sweet, clear saliva drooled down onto his chest. He remembered something they had not done. She probably hadn't experienced this, either, French kissing. He pulled her down and stuck his big tongue into her open mouth, swallowing her spit, getting a new charge of passion in his cock as her tongue wrapped around his. She began to jerk at his cock, and he could tell she was crying.
Her offer to stop, "if it hurts you," was so touching, since she thought of him rather than of her own tender parts, that he was almost in a frenzy of concern and love. "We've got to have something real slick, smeared all over it," he said. "If we're even going to try. I don't think it'll go into you. I'm too big, and you're so small." The thought, instead of bothering him, gave him a savage jolt of masculine pride. He had always had a big cock, bigger than average. Big enough so that what few women he had tried to fuck this past year had all been tight. Too tight. In some crazy way, he mixed this with his emotional, physical, and mental failure in sex. How could a man know? Maybe this weird, perhaps horrible business with a child, his child, would help him. And besides, she was the one who wanted help.
He could feel her body quivering as he tongued her, and knew it must have added to her already flaming desire. He had never known any woman to be so easy to bring to a cum, so hot, so wildly ready.
But she pulled away and said: "Maybe we don't need anything slick. Feel me. I'm slick enough. Oh, Daddy, let me have it! I want your cock in me so bad!"
She was on her knees, jumping up and down, and he looked at her crotch, seeing cunt hair enough to prove her womanhood, seeing the thick lips spread apart, the inner lips red, the hot juice dripping down from the dark, wet hairs at the edges of her split.
"Get on top of me," he ordered hoarsely. "If it'll go in at all, it'll have to be that way. Careful," as she swiftly straddled his wide loins. "I'm about to shoot it. And listen, baby, if it does go in, and I start to cum, I'll have to pull you off. I can't risk knocking up my own kid." He moved her ass with his hands, both of them panting, out of their heads with the itch of lust.
"Ooooh, Good Jesus!" he groaned, as her movements wiped his prick up and down in the slickness of her young cunt. "Watch it! And remember, if I start to pop my nuts, I'll shove you off."
He felt something incredibly wonderful happening to his dick. And little Eva, her young body as tense as a bowstring, felt a shock of indescribable pain and beauty as the head of her father's cock went past the soft, slickly cum-juiced entry to her body. There was a marvelous, beautifully hurtful sense of stretch, and she ducked her head to look between her thighs, shocked to see how much of her dad's cock had not yet gone in.
But the very sight of the thick column partly buried in her young body was more aphrodisiac than anything she had ever dreamed. It had been darker than Jodie's from the first. Now, even the soft skin that had slid up and down under her hand was a dark red.
Unconsciously, she jigged her body, her split young ass, up and down, and felt a burst of new and lovely pain as another inch went up her. She looked down at her father and found him grim-lipped.
"I'm hurting you , I just know it," she said. "I know I promised I'd get off, but please, daddy, can't I get a little more in me? It feels so fantastic!"
As she spoke, her father, without willing it, fucked up at her, driving into her, spreading the young cuntlips until they seemed about to tear apart. The girl screamed shrilly, and her lovely young ass twisted and turned as she tried to beat up and down on her father's hard cock.
"OH, DADDY!" she screamed, trying to get her face down to his, her tongue writhing out of her mouth. "YOU'RE FUCKING ME! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! OH, DADDY, I THANK YOU FOR THIS FUCK!"
There was still at least three inches of her father's prick that couldn't make it past that tight entry, those gripping muscles, the smallness of her slick, loving cunt sheath. She was feeling it all the way, she later thought, to her tits, to her armpit. "Like it was going to go clear through me and come out at my mouth," she told Jodie the next day.
Kelly James felt as if his balls would explode and burst all over the bed. He had started to cum, feeling the painful but beautiful sense of deep release as his powerful load shot up his fuck-tube. He was almost mad, fearing to shoot this stream of jism into a virgin cunt, but, as any man would, he delayed.
She's getting off, he said in his mind. I can't disturb her while she's doing that, can I? But all the time, he was feeling the heat of his bursting balls, the heat of the boiling semen firing up into the tiny, tight cunt of his daughter.
It was actually her spasms of orgasm that uncunted him. She was so shaken with the hard, hot joy of cumming that she flung herself at his face, and pulled her sore, strained cunt off the heavy, brutally hard cock as it was shooting its third blast of his seed.
Even in her delirium, even practically in the middle of a cum, Eva turned to see the wonders of a grown man shooting off. It was too much for her, to see this fountain of love go to waste. She missed one powerful jet of sperm, and then her open mouth was on the pumping cock, the throbbing cockhead, and she was feeling the blast of slickness going all over her mouth, filling it so that she had to swallow hard to get it all.
And Kelly, enjoying it all the more because this third-or maybe the fourth, he never did remember-flood of orgasmic jism was paining him from cocktip to asshole, pulled his little daughter roughly around with her divided young ass over his face, and began to suck her cunt as if he were dying of thirst.
Only when his cock would not give up another drop did Eva let her head fall off it, her exhausted body shaking itself apart as her father continued to suck on flesh wasted from too much joy. Hard shocks of cumming followed each suck of his thick lips, but she was too exhausted to break away.
At last, one hard, final shock of forced orgasm made her leap away, and her dad let her fall on her back beside him. He was staring into her open cunt with fuck-glazed eyes. It was distended, both inner and outer lips swollen.
"Well, baby," he sighed, "I guess we found out one thing. My cock won't go all the way into you." He shuddered with post-coital disgust. "Get up," he said, "and get out. We've done a terrible thing."
But the courageous girl turned and fell across his chest, his pearly, opague jism showing at the corners of her soft, sweet mouth.
She kissed him softly, stroking his hair back with one hand.
"You did something beautiful for me, Daddy," she breathed. "If mom was here, maybe I could ask her. But maybe not. It seems more natural, to me, to find out from your father." She kissed him again, this time on the lips, and teased him with her pointed little tongue.
With her other hand, she reached and found his wet, sticky cock, still big and fat, and she stroked it lovingly.
"I don't care what you say," she whispered firmly, "I think you've done a good, unselfish service to your daughter, and I think you're a beautiful person. And listen to me, please. You know those books and that Vaseline? I think I know what they meant. Daddy, please listen to me! You don't ever, ever have to do that again! Never! Not as long as I'm alive!"
He opened his eyes and saw only calmness, love, and purpose in his daughter's dear little face. His heart swelled and he felt immeasurably better. She grinned at him and squeezed his cock again.
"Even if I get married and leave home," she said, laughing, "you can always come by when my husband's at work."
The saltiness, the earthy impact of her quip brought Kelly James completely back to the real world. He held his daughter and kissed her, and then said, "Okay, but it's time you were in bed. So goodnight!"
He started with new fear as he saw blood on her inner thigh, and said: "I must have hurt you, baby. Look at the blood!"
His daughter looked at herself in his mirror, held her hairy little cuntlips apart, and laughed. "I told you I was due," she said. "I guess what we did just started me to flowing. It sure is a nice way to crank up a period!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Her dad watched her go, carrying her nightie. Silly to put it on just to trot across the hall, this late at night, with Jodie asleep and all. Her little ass looked absolutely beautiful. "You may be small for your age, baby," he said to her, "but you've got all that any woman needs. It may be smaller than most, but it's sure as hell beautiful!"
She turned and flashed him a grateful smile. She could not turn all the way, as she was holding a wad of toilet paper to her dripping pussy. "Thank you, daddy," she said. "You surely have made me feel beautiful. And grown up, too. Maybe I'll show some of those big-titted girls at school."
He smiled at her. He felt much better. Like Eva said, he had done it for her. Which was true. He was sitting here with his hard-on, ready for a quiet, fun-type jerk-off, just to get some sleep, when she had come in. God damnedest kid! She was, sure as hell, as innocent of sex as a well-informed teenager could be. But so understanding! He touched the jar of Vaseline. "Knew what I was going to do," he said to himself. Well, girls jerked off, too. It was so sweet, so brave, the way she had told him. Not many kids would ever come that clean with their dads. And not many dads could be that cool, to take it. In a way, that made this ugly business not ugly at all, but sort of wonderful. Yes, he felt better.
And anyhow, no way she could get knocked up, not with her period just starting. He thought of that hard, smooth little apple of female muscle, her cervix, opening to let her menstrual flow come out. Didn't seem to give her cramps or anything like that. Most women felt rotten at that time of the month. It was marvelous that Eva didn't. He thought of the rich, red blood he had seen on her cuntlips and on her thigh, and smacked his lips.
"No wonder she tasted so rich," he muttered. His cock gave him a twist of feeling, and he patted it. "Down, Rover," he laughed. "You've been damn well fed tonight. Plenty of the finest meat."
He felt a momentary twinge at referring to his daughter's body as meat, then shrugged. What the hell. We're all meat, get right down to it.
"But it was great, all the same, sucking my own jism out of her, and sucking hers, too. And that blood! Wow!" He thought for a moment, wondering if she had meant it about taking him on any time, any time he wanted her. And if, tomorrow night, they could do a replay. "I wouldn't have the guts to suck her pussy if she's really flowing," he said. It was nice, talking this sort of light trash to himself. "Tonight, I was horny, bold from Mae, and half smashed. Oh, well," and he rolled over and switched off his light, smiling in the dark. First thing tomorrow, he'd go by Doc Laidlaw's office and get Myrna to give him a pocketful of birth control pills. Man couldn't knock up his daughter, could he?
His cock felt wonderful, replete with sex. He would sleep well.
In the hall, lighted only very dimly by a warning light at the head of the stairs, Eva almost got the scare of her life-a movement in the shadows by her door. Then, as she realized it was the tall, broad body of her brother, she relaxed and ran, naked, to meet him, throwing her arms around his smooth, muscular back. "Baby!" she breathed. "How long you been awake? Did you hear any of that? Were you over by daddy's room?" She felt his young cock, hard against her, and it gave her a marvelous feeling. Maybe he had learned something. Maybe, now, she would let him teach her. It was a flash of woman's intuition. Maybe that was what he needed, to be a leader. The leader.
He was shivering, but not with cold, and excitement was making his teeth chatter, too. "I heard a lot," he said. "Hot damn, Evie, were you in there naked? Did he-did he try to, you know, fuck you?"
She pulled his face down. "Open your mouth," she ordered, and, when he did, she shot her tongue into his mouth and found his, making him suck and probe in her mouth as she did with him. She kept her hand on his cock, squeezing it as she had done her dad's. She was as excited as he was, and she had lost much of her aplomb, now that she thought of the terrible things she had forced her father to do.
"Come in my room," she whispered. "Dad'll be sound asleep in a minute or two."
When they closed the door and turned the light on, she said: "I don't know exactly how to say it. But it was more like I did it to him, instead of him doing it to me. Oh, Jodie," she sobbed, falling on her young brother's broad chest, "I hope he can forgive me!"
But Jodie was more interested in the realities of sex than in ethics or mores. "I never saw your boobs look like this," he choked, holding both of them and squeezing. "Quit bawling. If anyone's to blame, it's got to be him. He's got other women. I'll bet on it."
She stopped sobbing. Her interest flared. "He had one tonight," she said. "You were right. I smelled her and tasted her on his cock! No fooling! It had to come from a woman's pussy! It couldn't have been anything else!" A little warmth glowed in her loins, just a spark.
"Wow!" The young boy held his sister tighter with one arm, squeezed her titties harder, one after the other, with his other hand. "You tasted it? You mean he let you suck him off? Ugghhh! What kind of a father would do that?"
Eva cocked her head and looked at him. "Listen who's talking," she said. "If it's good enough for you, why shouldn't he do it if he wants to? If I want him to, and get him to?" She laid her hand on his hard cock and jerked it several times. "How come you've got this big hard-on? You listened at the door. Didn't you?"
He flushed through his tan. "All right!" he cried. "Sorry! So I got a little hypocritical. But I've seen his cock. It's too damn big for a little kid to have to take! I don't care what you say!"
She put her arms around his neck, pressed her belly against his crotch and looked directly into his eyes. "Suppose I told you I went in there to find out more about guys and their cocks, and more about myself?" she asked softly. "Suppose I told you I did it more for you, really, than for myself? It's true, Jodie! I'm closer to you than I am to dad. Closer kin, in a way. I'm half my mother, and you're half your mother, but both of us came from him. Right?"
He hugged her and rubbed his cock against her. He even pulled her body down so he could rub it on her swelling boobs. "No fooling, sis, they're big," he said. "Does heat do that? Pussy heat?"
"Heat, getting a cock stuck in me, sucking a couple of peters and drinking the juice." She was smiling dreamily, pumping back and forth as her inner cunt muscles rippled in memory. She felt something between her thighs and looked down. It was the crushed toilet tissue she had stuck into the entrance to her cunt. It had become glued to her by her blood and by her fuck juice. "And another thing, baby," she smiled. "I've got the curse. That always makes them bigger, gives them a heavy, tender feel. I think that's why I got so hot today when you sucked on them."
"The curse? What's that?"
"My period, silly. You know, what girls have every month to empty their insides and get rid of unused stuff that a baby would grow in. If a girl had a baby inside her." She shuddered. "I'll bet that makes your boobs ache! Wow!"
"Jee-zuss!" the big kid said. "For a minute I thought dad had hurt you. So that's what it's like. Is it okay if Hook?"
Her pussy suddenly felt more sensitive, puffier, warmer. This was her brother, the one she loved, the one she wanted to help. She looked at him speculatively. "Maybe so, maybe not," she said. "You like to look at it, you don't mind sucking it, as long as I'm sucking you off. But you won't stick your cock in me. How come you're so chicken? You look eighteen, but you dori't even act twelve. There's lots of twelve-year-old guys who screw."
He gave her a strange look. His cock was throbbing, its red tip swollen and ready. "Coach keeps us scared all the time," he said. "He's always saying we could get a disease, going around fucking girls. Or we might get a girl pregnant." He blushed. "He gives us that old shit every day. It grinds you down." He was blushing.
For a moment, she wanted to give him all the meanness in her, which wasn't much, to tell the truth. Then she thought. Only twelve. What were those stupid pigs doing to him? She took his cock again, this time in a gender way, and frigged it gently, holding it against her, pressed to her soft belly, just above her pussy.
"You're a silly little brother," she said. "But I love you. Don't you know that you get a disease only if you stick it in a girl who has a disease. I don't have anything wrong with me. How could I? I've never done anything. Come on, Jodie, get on the bed."
She folded a towel. "I'm the only one who does the washing around here," she said, "but I just washed these sheets yesterday. If we make a little mess, it'll go on the towel. Be my guest."
She leaned back against her straight arms and spread her full young thighs as wide apart as her dad had. "Get down close," she said huskily. "Take a good look."
The boy got down with his cheek on the pillow, reaching out with one hand to hold the hairy, fat lips open. "So that's what it looks like," he marveled. "Jesus, Sis, that's hotter-looking than it was this afternoon. Does it hurt you any?"
"It hurts right now because daddy stuck that big cock in me," she confessed. "Sort of a good hurt, if you can imagine it. A girl would know. Like when you cum, that's a sort of pain. But this is different. I guess it's what's in your head that makes you think it's a nice sort of pain." The thought made her giggle, but it also made her shiver from a burning rush of sensuality in the aching muscles of her bruised young pussy.
"Damn!" Jodie exclaimed. "I swear I saw it move! And more of that stuff came out. Your cum juice. And more blood! Wow! If I suck it, will you jerk me off? Or suck me off?"
"I will not," Eva said crisply. "I want to see how it feels to have a normal-sized peter stuck in me. Ooooh, baby! It's almost making me cum just to think of it. Do it to me, Jodie!"
She lay back and raised her knees almost back to her chest. The position pushed her softly divided rump, her sweetly flowing cunt, up to where they were parallel to the bed, and the boy watched in fascination as his sister, unconsciously responding to the idea, worked the muscles of her vaginal sphincter in a lewd wink.
Joe, who was now on his knees, worked his way to where his hard young prick was just above his sister's pleading slit, but he was obviously worried.
"I, uh, well-Evie, I just don't know exactly how to do it!" he blurted out, flushed and frustrated. He had his cock in his hand and his eyes on Eva's wide-open cunt, and the hot perfume that wafted up from her delicious spread of haired flesh and reddened cuntlips was making him swallow faster.
"Here, Dopey," the girl said, but not unkindly, "give it to me. Sort of knee-walk up toward me. There," as she got her hand on his cock, help me aim it into the hole."
With some native instinct, or perhaps remembering how she and her father had wiped his stiff organ in her streaming cunt ooze, she pressed the head of her brother's tool into the thickly lubricated rosette of purple flesh. Both of them were gasping with passion and anticipation.
"Jeezuss, that feels good," the boy groaned. "Here, let me help."
He pushed the rampant cock down and lodged the red head in the girl's fuck hole. At once she stopped all movement, feeling the pressure, the quickly renewed pressure, of a male organ in her cuntal opening. "Baby!" she whimpered, "Be easy! It feels like it's going to hurt."
But Jodie, having overcome his original fears, and spurred by the feel of a juicy cunt wrapping around his prick for the very first time, plunged into his young sister like a runaway bull.
"OHHHHH! OH, JODIE!" The scream was forced out of her. There was a deep ache, like a hard bruise, in Eva's young pussy, and although there was a pleasure as deep as the hurt, a female instinct urged her to slow him down. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels almost buried in the crack of his rump, and held him to her, so that, while his cock was buried to the balls in her, he could move only an inch or so.
He tried to fight it, but he was disadvantaged for position, and all the strength of her legs and back muscles held him. He was above her, looking down, and sweat was pouring from his face, dropping on her throat and breasts. Her face was drawn into a tight grin, a grimace, really, composed of love, pain, and the intense joy of a girl with a hard cock stuck in her tender little cunt. Since he could not properly fuck, he let go with his straining arms, lay on his sister, and put his mouth on hers.
As his tongue went into her mouth, and as he began to realize the peculiarly fitting combination of fucking and tongue-sucking, a miraculous change occurred for both Jodie and Eva.
She felt her vaginal muscles, which had cramped and knotted in self defense as their aches were assaulted by a strange object, relax and let the hard dick slide in. More, she felt it strike her cervix, she knew that must be what it was, because it gave her the same gut-deep, aching pleasure she had received from her father's probing finger. Every raw nerve in her strained and stretched little cunt hole now began to lubricate itself with her free-flowing juice, and as this film of cunt oil made everything easier, her body's native knowledge took over and she began to fuck. Just a slow, hard push up as Jodie came down into her, an acceptance, an expression of love, to help his cock ram as deep into her as it would go. And then a hard, fast down-pull, seemingly aimed at losing the prick, but actually to serve a two-fold joy. First, to get the fullest, hardest rub against the top of her cuntal opening, including the sensitive inner lips and the explosive clit, with a corresponding rub of the floor of her inner cunt. And second, the heady, arousing massage that this simple movement gives to the male organ, rubbing every part of it in the softly oozing folds of the cunt, and closing the cuntal entry muscles on it in a loving, sucking grip.
It was a miracle of love and learning for the boy, who lost all his fright in the wild beauty of having his dick milked by a cunt, and one which, so inexperienced, had been given such priceless talent.
"OH, JODIE!" the young girl moaned. "IT FEELS SO GOOD, BABY!" And then, in a whisper which matched the up-and-down, forward-and-back power of her strong young body and her flowing cunt: "That's good! Fuck hard! Push in! Oh, Jodie! Fuck hard! OHHHHH! OHHHHH!"
The choked scream became a constant wail of victory and pleasure.
With every nerve in her vagina, in her sensitive surface lips, in her clitoris, all bursting into a climax, she began to kiss her brother again, his eager tongue stifling her screams into a long, low "UUUNNNHHH! UUUNNNHHH!" like the animal groaning of any female being fucked out of her mind.
And the boy, his young mind inflamed as much as his cock, his powerful young body recharged with life and energy, and his fertile nuts swollen with a new richness of boyish jism, gave in to the warmth and tightness that clasped his hard-working dick.
As his peter began to blow its heavy load into the softly clasping tightness of Eva's love-rippling cunt, with his heart threatening to burst out of his body, he shouted wordlessly into his sister's sweetly sucking mouth, "AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
She had long since dropped her legs from around his body, and had kept her heels braced the better to thrust her eager young body up to meet his downward plunges, the deep-stabbing probes of his cock. But now, as she felt his semen shoot into her in waves of wet warmth, she simply locked her legs over his, holding their sweating bellies together as her cunt muscles milked at the throbbing, jism-pouring prick. Each shot of his cum juice seemed to hit her womb like a blast, of liquid fire. Each wad of his cum goo seemed to swell her tight little vagina to pleasant bursting. Unconsciously, in very short arcs, she continued the up-and-down movements on his dick, giving pressures which milked him completely.
They were both gasping as they rolled apart, but Jodie's handsome young face was flushed with pride. "Look, Sis!" he cried. "Look at the blood and jism! I really shot you full of it!"
And Eva, her cunt still throbbing with the deep fuck and its pleasures, softly took his young cock and kissed it tenderly. She let her eyes rove to the wall, where Jodie's load had shot as she jerked him off earlier. She remembered the super blasts of sperm from her father. There was little to choose, she thought. Her dad had fucked earlier. Probably twice. She felt a surge of pride that she, a small girl, had aroused him to the point of such a blast.
But Jodie had cum twice, too, if she had been right about him jerking off in the bath while he waited. Or was it three? It didn't matter, not a bit. Jodie's peter tasted so slick and sweet and warm.
She felt a flow from her young pussy, and grinned. What a wonderful day for a girl to learn, at long last, what sex with a man really feels like! How lonely it is for a girl to have her inner organs swell and function without a man to care. To have a period in silence and solitude, to suffer the drawn-down feeling in belly and back, the clouding gloom of depression and self-pity, all by yourself. She felt so great, so much a woman!
"Jodie," she giggled, could I ask you to get me a tampon? I think I'd better plug myself up, and if I go across the bed, I'll leave a bloody trail!"
Her younger brother was on his hands and knees in one quick movement, his face glowing. "In a pig's ass," he said firmly. "You said I could suck it if I fucked you. And I fucked you, baby!"
She held his head against her breast, shivering with inner pleasure as his sucking kiss shot fire all through her. "You're fucking well right, baby! You fucked me SO GOOD! It was delicious!" Something deep inside of her cramped slightly and released. She felt a new flow from her relaxed pussy. "But, baby," she whispered, "I don't think you ought to suck me now! I don't even think you want to!"
For answer, her brother pushed her onto her back and grabbed her ankles, bending her legs at the knee and pushing them back until her thighs mashed her tender breasts. It was the way she had raised her ass in invitation. But now there was a trail of juice and blood down into the crack of her ass. Her thick, hairy cuntlips hung open of themselves, she was so sated with Jodie's fuck. The inner lips were fat and red, slick with semen and her delicately perfumed cunt goo, and flecked with bright red blood from her first hour of menstruation. With a cry of love, her brother went down on her, gladly wiping his face in the rich, earthily lovely mixture.
Eva had thought she was, as Jodie had said of their father, "all fucked out." Her little pussy had throbbed out a dozen or more orgasms in many different ways during this happy day. But as' Jodie's mouth swept her cuntlips in a tender kiss, she warmed again. And when he put his mouth to her fuck hole and sucked with all his might, she screamed in a wild ecstasy.
"OHHHH! SUCK IT HARD, JODIE BABY! OH, GOODNESS! OH GRACIOUS! OH, HONEY BOY, I CANT STAND IT!" And she was twisting her young butt as hard as she could, as if she were trying to drive her cunt clear around him, clear over his head, so that her widespread cuntlips would rub softly on his tanned shoulders while his curly head rooted against her womb.
She felt the suction doing strange and wonderful things inside her. During a girl's period, she is more sensitized in the deeply hidden organs of her womanhood than ever at another time. She could barely open her eyes, so intense was the feeling, but she could see enough of Jodie's face to know how hard he was sucking her, that he was almost turning her inside out, and it was fantastic, what it felt like inside. Pain? Oh, YES! YES! Pleasure? Oh, God, what pleasure! More than pleasure-a lifetime of feeling in a few seconds.
She felt something loosen, deep inside her, and felt Jodie's lips and tongue working even harder, saw his swallowing muscles go into a frenzy of action. He's really sucking me out, she thought. He's sucking it all out of me!
It seemed that she could not stop cumming. And it was so lovely, to shoot these small, warmly growing orgasms out of her cunt, all around her brother's mouth. She was exhausted with love and pleasure to the tips of her toes, under her arms, in the trembling tissues of her soft young breasts. But, when Joe finally stopped sucking, and sat up, she gasped. "Your face," she said. "Oh, Jodie, you shouldn't have! All that awful blood!"
He grinned at her and licked his lips. "It's so great you couldn't believe it, sis," he panted. "Did you ever cut your finger? First thing I do, with a cut finger, I suck at the cut. A little blood, that's good for you. Especially when it's from here," and he gently patted his sister's swollen, tired, happy pussy.
She stroked his cock, her heart full of love. "So glad you liked it, Jodie," she said politely. "I never knew anything could feel so good. So warm and nice and comfy."
After he had gone and she was under the covers, she tried to think of all that had happened, but she was asleep too quickly for that. There were darkening streaks of her own menstrual blood on her lips and cheeks, where she and Jodie had kissed. There was also a smile of deep contentment on her sweet young face.
CHAPTER SIX
Kelly James woke suddenly, that morning, and went into the bathroom. His cock was fat and swollen, and it felt good as he aimed a yellow stream of pent-up urine into the toilet bowl. He had a sharp memory of all that had happened last night, of Mae's full-blown charms, the eagerness with which she had spread her strong, lovely thighs as he went down on her from sheer exuberance.
He now had an almost complete hard-on, but he knew that it did not come from his memories of Mae. Even if she was a good gal, a generous, good humored woman who knew what her cunt was for.
He eyed himself dubiously as he leaned close to the mirror, rubbing his bristly chin, looking at the red veins in his eyes, running his tongue over teeth that needed brushing.
"You bastard!" he said, and shook his head, grinning. "That's got to be the sweetest kid who ever lived. What a woman she'll make!" He inspected his tongue and grimaced; it looked like dirty cream cheese spread on a piece of spoiled ham.
He continued to think about his little daughter as he dressed and shaved and prepared to meet a world of reality. Which included his daughter. "Whatll I say to her?" he muttered, knotting his tie.
He need not have worried. She was getting breakfast as she had ever since his wife took off with that guy. Said she wouldn't have a strange woman in the house. "And anyhow, I love to keep house and cook," the child had said. And she had done it. They had compromised. A middle-aged lady from down the street came twice a week and did all the heavy cleaning. But Eva did most of the washing and changed the beds. Saved me a shit-pot full of money, Kelly commented to himself mentally. Real fine kid!
She didn't say or do a thing any different from usual. Didn't even give him a conspiratorial look. Just said, "Morning, Daddy," like she always did, and turned her face up for his kiss. Her cheek, for Christ's sake.
But, as he drove the heavy pick-up downtown to the store, he wondered. There must have been something in the air. Else why did he keep thinking of her, naked, in the bathroom when she hadn't even been in there when he was, only afterward, when he stopped by the house. And why was she so understanding about a man's jerking off?
After their dad had left, Joe came over and put his arm around her, giving her titties a squeeze. They had gone down quite a bit from their warm and swollen size of last night. And Eva had put her hip against him and pushed him away, pleasantly but firmly.
"Don't mess around before school," she said. "Or downstairs, unless we know exactly where dad is. We've both got school to think about. And it's foolish to look for trouble."
Joe laughed and sat down, but reached under her dress and ran his hand over the hairy fatness of her neatly divided little cunt.
She stood still and looked at him, smiling faintly. "Do you believe in palmistry?" she asked, and Joe, grinning, said: "I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"Because you might get your palm red," the child answered, using a gag she had overheard in the locker room.
Jodie looked at her in puzzlement, then began to laugh. "Wow! you're some joker, aren't you, sis? Red, r-e-d, not read, r-e-a-d, past tense of read, like to read a book." He shook with laughter. When he spoke, his voice had a greedy ring. "Is there much of it?" he asked. "How long does it go on?"
Eva looked puzzled. "That's a funny thing," she answered. "My second day is usually my biggest. But when I took my tampon out this morning, it was barely colored." She blushed. This was pretty intimate talk, even with your brother. Even with your brother who had become, suddenly, your lover.
But Joe looked interested. "Maybe I sucked it all out last night," he volunteered. "I sure got a lot of it."
Eva colored again. "I don't know," she admitted. "It's not all blood, you know."
"I know," Joe said confidently. "I got a lot of sort of, you know, soft lumps. Kind of like the white inside part of bread when you're having milk toast."
Eva shuddered delicately, then thought, What a hypocrite I am. I've known how I smell and taste as long as I can remember. And how it is when I'm flowing, too.
"You could be right," she said. "There's just so much of it. Maybe there's more with a grown-up woman, or a bigger woman. But nature takes three or four days because it's such a tiny little hole it has to come out of." She grinned a pixie grin. "But you didn't get it all, baby. I got some on my fingers, sticking a new plug in."
They rode the same bus to school. Eva sat down by a girl she knew, and Joe went back to the end of the bus with some older guys. When they got out at school, he said: "I've got swimming practice again tonight, Evie. But I'll be home like maybe four-thirty." He grinned at her. "And you'd better be ready."
She tried to look severe, but it was too hard, since her first thought had been, Suppose Dad comes home early and wants me, too. Did ever another girl have such a dilemma? Two lovers, yes. But two in the same house? And each one thinking he had prior rights?
When she got on the bus that afternoon, she had a surprise. One of the trio of girls who had been so taken with Jodie was on the same bus, although, as far as Eva knew, she didn't go to Crest Junior High. But the girl waved at her, and beckoned, and smiled imploringly, so Eva naturally went and sat down by her. "Listen," the girl said in a rush of words, "I'm Cindy Valentine. I sat behind you yesterday, remember?"
Eva couldn't have been unfriendly to anyone, and certainly not to this girl who liked Jodie so much. She answered, "Sure, I remember. You're the one who said he could dip his wick in your oil any time. That was pretty good. Where'd you pick that up?"
The girl leaned close to Eva, putting her long-fingered hand on the small girl's firm thigh. "Don't be mad," she pleaded. "That was stupid. All of it was stupid. I was just sorry you heard us. It was, well, what my mother calls bad taste. And I never knew you, not to do any more than say 'Hi' but I think you're all right. Cool."
It was a high compliment. Eva blushed. "I'm not mad," she said. "Honest. You shouldn't feel embarrassed. Gosh, you've been around."
"That's just it," the slender blonde said, ready to cry. "None of us three really knows shit about guys. About sex. That was just big talk. What we'd like to be like, not what we are."
"You're kidding," Eva said. Her glance came down on those long, heavy, unbelievably sexy-looking titties. "With those hanging on you? And no guy's busting his hump to get you?"
"Oh, a couple of dummies make passes at me now and then. But we're just eighth graders, and Echo Glen is a dummy sort of school. You've got all the sharp guys over here at Crest."
"But those," Eva said, nodding at those superb young breasts, "they'd drive guys crazy anywhere. Don't they, Cindy?"
The taller girl colored. "No," she said ... Not yet, anyhow. A couple of guys whistle at the beach, but when I stop and smile, and when they get closer, they sort of back off." The lovely child sighed. "I'm too young for them, and they know it, I guess."
Eva put her hand on Cindy's arm. "You'll get a guy," she said. "I just know it. You're too pretty and sweet not to." Kind-hearted and sympathetic as she was, though, it gave her more confidence in herself to find a chick even more self-conscious, even more afraid of life than she was. A thought came to her. "How come you're on this bus?" she asked. "It doesn't go past Echo Glen."
Tears came in the slender blonde's eyes. "I cut my last class and hitch-hiked over to Crest just to see you and talk to you," she replied. "I just felt so rotten yesterday, realizing how stupid I'd been-all three of us, really-and how cool you were."
Eva moved, and somehow placed a strain on one of her buttocks. In spite of herself, she moaned. Her cunt felt bruised, actually it felt like an outside muscle after you're bumped it real hard. Yesterday had been pretty heavy. Especially for a girl who never had had anything very big stuck in her pussy. Jodie was bigger than she had reckoned on. And daddy! Well, what could you say? Wow! He was really big.
The thought made her feel all cummy and gooey inside, and she whispered, "Excuse me," and turned her back. There weren't many kids on the bus today, no one standing up where they could see what she was doing. She held her books over her thighs with one hand. With the other, she quickly ran a finger around the hairy, sensitive perimeters of her pussy.
She inspected it surreptitiously. No sign of blood, so she heaved a sigh of relief. Whatever that gooshy feeling was, it was all inside her. She turned to see a sympathetic smile on the face of Cindy Valentine.
"I'm due in a day or two," the yellow-haired child said, with obvious pride in her womanhood. "But I feel better, just talking to you. Honest. You're so real. And I'll bet you've done ten times more than either Trisha or Mary. Or me," she added, dropping her eyes.
At about this same time, Kelly James stopped by Dr. Ted Laidlaw's office on the Plaza in downtown Marquez. He stood inside the door, waiting for his eyes to get used to the dark interior, and saw that Myrna Wheeler was not in the reception area. He went down the hall on the right and, sure enough, she was taking five in the nurse's lounge.
She said "Hi," in a pleasant Way, and moved over so that Kelly could sit by her. "Want to see the doctor? Couldn't be me, could it?"
He laughed. "Either will do, but you're prettier. I want you to give me a month's supply-maybe two months--of knockout pills. As distinguished from knock up," and he laughed.
The woman, a well built girl with auburn hair, put her hand on his knee and laughed. "It sure beats when we were kids, doesn't it, Kel?" she remarked. "Every time I saw a stork in the zoo, I shuddered." She laughed. "But listen, Kel, maybe I ought to tell you-Mae picked up a supply yesterday."
Kelly looked at her, wondering how in the hell women seemed to know everything that went on in this little city. He ought to get mad at her, being so damned nosey, but what the hell? They had been pals a long time. Maybe, if he got his guts back, he could bang her again.
"They're not for Mae, baby," he said. "Remember when a gal used to go to doctor to try to get him to help her come around, she always said: 'It's not for me, it's for a friend.' Right; Well, okay. If I told you who these were for, you wouldn't believe me."
Myrna gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Kelly, you always were a devil," she whispered. "Okay, I'll get you three months' worth. But listen, sharpie: I take 'em, too. If you ever get the feeling you want to reminisce."
Remembering how it had been with him, last night, first with Mae, when he had been able to control his ejaculation because he was thinking of Eva's sweet little pussy, and later with his daughter because he had cum twice with Mae, Kelly felt marvelous. So, when Myrna came back with a little white paper sack and said, "They sure beat rubbers, don't they, Kel?" he ran his hand right up between her smooth thighs, not surprised to find the crotch of her panties warm and wet and slick. Just because she'd been so nice, he hooked a finger under the strap and sank it in her juicy, pulsing twat. When he stood up, she leaned against him, her hand squeezing his fattening dick, and they kissed hard, sucking each other's tongues.
He could barely stand up straight, his cock was so hard when he walked out and got in the pick-up. He thought of the tiny little cervix he had fingered last night, up inside his little girl's twat. He thought of it flowing today. Not a peep out of her about headaches or back pain's or being depressed. Some kid. And, by God, he'd bet a bundle that he'd sucked a lot of that good girl-stuff out of her on that last beautiful scary little ending of their hot affair.
The memory put a hard throb into his warm and swollen prick, and he felt a shiver of lust as he remembered, not the sight and taste of that youthful pussy, but the incredible smoothness of the lips just where the hair ended. He flicked his own lips with his tongue.
Few people, no matter how mature, are immune to flattery. The very evident liking that Cindy Valentine had expressed, her saying that Eva was "cool," and, above all, imputing sexual experience to her, made the small girl amost melt with pleasure.
"Well," she said, looking around to see that no one else was near, "I haven't had all that much experience. But I can't see how any guy could give me a thought when chicks like you are around. I look more like a thirteen-year-old boy than a thirteen-year-old girl." She laughed nervously and touched her small, perfect breast.
Cindy actually hugged Eva, and it felt warm and nice. "Gee, kid," the young blonde said, "I'm here to tell you that tits aren't anything special. They haven't done all that much for me." She seemed sad and depressed, and Eva's kind heart warmed to her. "Why don't you come by the house with me?" she asked. "Unless you have to be home at a certain time. Are your folks very strict?"
"Crazy," Cindy answered. "That's another reason I don't get much of a chance to, well, you know, have any fun. But I sure would like to know you better." Her sweet, pretty face was smiling softly. "If you're sure it's all right with your folks."
In the heat of the day, the two young girls walked easily and loosely, and when they reached the big old James home, they had, in some odd transfer of friendship and confidence, established a very real rapport. So much so that Eva, sweated from the walk under the sun, said: "If we had a pool, you and I could take a swim-so what's wrong with us taking a shower together? That is, if you won't think I'm ... well, queer or something." She laughed, but it sounded a wee bit breathless, and she did have a small thrill in her cuntal area.
Cindy eyes her merrily. "We take showers together over at Echo Lane all the time," she said. "Girls, I mean. After Phys Ed."
But she flushed as she added: "Do you ever really look at the other chicks? I mean, do you ever pay any attention to their pussies?"
"Only sort of," Eva answered, slightly puzzled. "I see them and I don't see them. I know they're there. Why?"
The two young girls had opened a couple of cans of Coke, and Eva had led the way upstairs. She parted the shower curtains on the tub and turned on the water, wondering at Cindy's question. When she turned around, the taller girl had pulled her short dress up over her head and was standing, flushed but smiling, with nothing on but her underpants. Her deeply carved titties, looking so luscious on such a girlish, slender body, seemed to throb with her breathing.
She put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and answered Eva's question. "Because you're going to see something funny," she said. "Talk about a thirteen-year-old boy. I look like a ten-year-old girl. I haven't got any hair, only fuzz."
She moved the panties down and off, and stepped out of them. She was pink all over with confusion and embarrassment. And Eva, sympathetic to anyone who was suffering embarrassment from being not mature enough to meet everyday standards, cried: "Ohhh, Oh, Cindy!" and moved to put her arm around the taller girl.
It was not quite as bad as the blonde had said. In fact, to Eva, it looked beautiful. She dug her own pussy, really dug it, and liked everything about it.
But here was an interesting phenomenon-a cunt seemingly with so little hair that its every contour, every crease, was plain to be seen. Involuntarily, wanting to know more about how it was, how it felt, and already having an arm around Cindy, she put her hand on the other girl's soft mound. And inevitably, because both girls were inexperienced and eager, and the slit was there, right where Eva's fingers met the warm, smooth flesh, one of her fingers actually pressed into the warm, moist little crevice. It was too much for the highly keyed young blonde. She responded by pumping her solid, strong young body against the accidentally probing finger, and it slipped farther down into the softly pulsating little valley of flesh and membrane, and fuck news went along every vein and nerve in her impulsive, vibrant young body.
The shared sensation frightened them both. "Gee, kid, what'll you think of me?" Cindy asked hoarsely. "But I swear I never meant to do that. Honest to goodness!"
"You?" Eva asked. She looked at the lovely girl and her soft, sweet little twat and said: "It wasn't you. It was me. And all I was trying to do was to see how it felt. How the short hair felt."
She was blushing, too, but she said: "Let's don't be silly, Cindy. We came up here to shower and get cool" She turned away, tugging at her dress across her hips, and then turned back as it came up off her young body, exposing her trembling, conical breasts.
"You think you look young," she said, "what about these?"
Just as she had responded to Cindy's woes over her near-hairless pussy, the blonde girl responded to Eva's. "You silly," the blonde said, "they're just lovely. So soft and pointy! And look at those big nipples! I should think a guy would get sexed up over them quicker than he would with a lot of blubber. Like me or Mary or Trisha." And she implemented her speech by putting one of her soft hands over the small girl's tender breast, squeezing it with more understanding, with more care than Jodie had. Or her father. Girls knew, she thought, where a girl's feel-good places were. It gave her a warm wash of heat through her compressed cuntlips, and she was tingling with fun and good feeling as she stripped off her own chaste white panties.
She reached around Cindy's rounded hip and gave her firm little ass an affectionate squeeze, just as her father had given her.
"Come on, Cindy," she said, and stepped into the shower.
She came out a few seconds later and got a soft, clean washcloth for her friend. They looked at each other, a smile of burgeoning friendship on each sweet young face, and Eva giggled, "This is the first time I ever showered this way." She looked at the gorgeous young titties, and leaned hard against Cindy, rubbing her wet, warm little body against those thrusting pillows of firm flesh. Although she was shorter, the weight of the blonde's breasts, and their size and shape, seemed to bring them down to hers, so that their tender and nerve-tight nipples met.
"They're so lovely," Eva whispered, looking up and getting her little face pelted by the shower. Remembering how Cindy had squeezed her own breast so sympathetically, she held one of the heavy young boobs up and sucked the hard, pink nipple as deep into her mouth as she could.
Last month, when she had baby-sat a neighbor's infant boy, just when she was approaching her period and was curiously hot, she had, in a blaze of heat and knowledge-seeking, pulled the shoulder of her summer shift down and offered her titty to the little boy. Like any other girl, she had often wondered what it was like, having infant lips suckling one's breast. Didn't nursing mothers sometimes get awfully hot, getting their titties sucked so much?
She found out. She found out that a baby gets up enough suction to pull the entire boob into his belly, if his mouth were big enough.
For the first second, it had been an agonizing pain. After that, it was agonizing beauty. And lust. So much lust and heat that, in instinctively touching just a finger to the juicy-wet strap of her nylon panties, she had cum so hard that she had lost the baby's lips in her jerking ecstasy.
Now, with the challenging beauty of those fantastically mature breasts rubbing hers, with the firmly resilient flesh and the hard-grained nipples just where she could reach them so easily, she did the same sweet favor for Cindy that the baby had done for her. And also instinctively, she reached her free hand to the smooth, softly divided mound at the base of her new friend's belly.
It was a singularly fiery, touchingly informative moment for both the young teenagers. Now I know now good I feel to Daddy, Eva thought. And to Jodie. But she had another racing thought flash in her mind. J know why I make them hot.
For it was true. This warm contact with another girl, built just as she was, with no penis except the short, sweet little bud of nerves and gristle under the overhanging cape of haired flesh at the top of her cunt, set her own body on fire. The way the touch of Jodie did, him touching her, her touching him.
And in Cindy's hungrily seeking spirit, in a young body that ached to give its flowing beauties to a male, found that there was heat and beauty in love of any kind, even from another girl. As her hot little cunt clamped and twisted on Eva's knowing fingers, as the lovely fuck-pain flowered in the breast so wonderfully sucked by Eva's knowing mouth and tongue, she thought it might be better with another girl than with anyone else.
She braced her strong young legs and held the smaller girl to her, mashing Eva's sucking mouth against her pleasure-pained titty.
"Oh, golly, baby!" she groaned, "you're so good! SO WONDERFUL! OH, EVA! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!"
She was pumping her beautiful, slender yound body against Eva's happily fucking fingers so hard that the small brunette had to hang on to keep her two contacts, the swelling breast in her mouth, the sucking pussy around her fingers. I'll bet I know how to do this better than Jodie, she thought triumphantly, feeling the cunt muscles cling and writhe around her fingers, knowing with pure feminine instinct exactly where to touch, and how much pressure would feel exactly, beautifully right to another girl's pussy.
As the marvelous, unexpected orgasm ran down and came to a slowly throbbing end, Cindy's strength and balance came back. She held the small but generously feminine body of Eva closer to her, feeling the warm, slick contact of their bodies under the shower. In a burst of love and a desire to give as well as receive, she put one of her arms down and behind the tenderly rounded ass of the small girl, running her entire hand deep into the crevice between Eva's ass cheeks. Into the warm, slick flow from her pussy. And, as she felt the hanging string and remembered what Eva had said and done on the bus, she laughed and tugged on the string.
"Your pussy feels so good, Eva," she whispered. "I'm so glad I know you. You're so sweet." She shoved two of her fingers deep into the small girl's vagina, her nature thrilled by the fact that she was probing into a feminine channel that was doing what hers would be in a few days-changing the life-lining of the deeply hidden, sweetly flowing womb.
As her inner fire burned higher and higher, and the long fingers of the blonde touched spots still sore from last night's fun, Eva began to pant out her joy. "Just go in a little deeper, Cindy," she gasped. "There! Push harder. You know where it's at, baby! OHHHH! You found it! THERE! THERE! OHHHH! OH, GRACIOUS! OH, HOLD ME!"
Her little body shivered with happily sated lust as Cindy drew her fingers out her weakly throbbing pussy. She felt a strange surge of self-confidence such as she had never known.
"You knew I was flowing but you didn't care," she breathed into Cindy's ear as the taller girl bent to kiss Eva's cheek. "You knew, and you didn't care." In a burst of fierce understanding of how a sister feels, she hugged Cindy so hard they slipped and almost went crashing down.
Cindy held her reeking hand outside the shower of drops from the shower head. She giggled, then hugged Eva with her other arm. "Look!" she said intensely. "You're barely flowing, but I got a little! Oh, kid, this is so lovely! Watch!" And she crammed her two fingers into her mouth, closing her eyes. "Gee, Eva," she whispered as she withdrew the fingers, "don't be mad at me! I sometimes think I'm crazy, I love my pussy so much. The taste of it. The smell. And I knew yours would taste just like it!"
The two drew apart, looking at each other shyly, two girls who had stumbled on a truth which was to them only. A mutuality accidentally discovered, a reality too beautiful to reject.
"Let's get out of here," Eva said, once again sucking on one of Cindy's incredible breasts, but gently, this time. "Let's go to my room, where we can talk." Her voice was thick.
"And hug and kiss and finger-fuck each other," Cindy laughed. "Oh, Eva, I hope you know I never did this before. Not with anyone."
And the small girl, her face breaking into a grin, replied, "Neither did I-with a girl!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"That's what I mean about you, Eva," Cindy said, patting the smaller girl on her cute little fanny. "A girl really has to be cool to have a comeback like that. 'Never did it with a girl!' You know, that's cool! That's saying you have done it with a boy, and really saying it, too, so that anybody'd have to believe you. Not a lot of bullshit locker-room talk. Like Trisha and Mary. And me. Oh, Eva, I'm so glad I came over here. Listen, is it okay if I phone my mom from here?" She frowned. "I told you how my folks are."
She used Eva's pink phone and the conversation was satisfactory.
"She says she used to know your dad," she reported. "She sort of laughed when she said it. I guess they're both in the same age bracket, you know, over thirty-five." She said it as though it were the end of the line. And little Eva, who had thought so only yesterday, but whose bruised little cunt muscles reminded her she was wrong, smiled. "If your mom's anything like my dad," she remarked with a worldly air, "she's still hot and ready."
Cindy partly rose from the bed where the two were lying naked, looked at Eva, and threw herself on the warm body of the smaller girl. She kissed Eva with a wide, drooling mouth, licking her under the soft little titties, sucking on one of the hard-standing nipples, and put her hand down between the little girl's strong thighs.
"You must know something," she said, breathing hard. "Mom? Hot and ready? Wow! But I can believe it. Especially if you say it. Hey, that's so wild! That must be the noise I've heard in their room, lately. After they think I'm asleep. Bumpity-bump, bumpity-bump. Wow! Their bed makes a noise, you know." She was silent a moment, then laughed apologetically. "I suppose everybody's bed makes a noise," she said. "But it excites me to know what's happening. Geez, Eva! It sounds like fuckety-fuck, fuckety-fuck!"
She shivered with delighted lust. "Maybe you think I'm silly," she muttered, blushing. "But I'm glad to know my folks are human. Dad! Actually sticking it into my mom!" She lay silent, working her soft hand deeper between Eva's thighs. "You know," she admitted, "I've seen my dad's, uh, his cock. When he wasn't wise."
Eva, thinking of her very recent knowledge of her dad's, felt her throat close slightly, felt her tongue grow hard. "How is it?" she asked, finding it hard to speak.
Cindy kissed her right on one of her tender little breasts, giving the nipple a soft bite. "Super!" she said. "Bigger than your brother's. At least I think so," she confessed shamefacedly. "I never really saw your brother's. But, oh, my! My dad's got a big one!" She moved the fingers of the hand pressed between Eva's round young thighs and said, "Please, baby, open up, will you? That was the sweetest thing I ever felt, my fingers inside your pussy." She sighed. "And yours inside of mine. Whew! If a boy ever did that to me, I'd cream his fingers for him!"
She got her other arm under the small girl's shoulders and cradled her like a lover might, looking into her eyes. She looked at the soft, sweet mouth, open with love and laughter, and, without thinking what she was doing, pressed her own lips to Eva's. She had never tongue-kissed in her life, although she had talked a lot about it with her two bragging-buddies, but it was as sweet and natural as the rest of the day's experiences had been. And just as hot.
When her strong, slippery tongue probed into the sweet depths of Eva's mouth, and the small girl's tongue had wrapped around it, then licked inside her cheeks and around her gums, it heightened every pleasure she was feeling. In fact, in the trembling, oozing depths of her virgin pussy, already ablaze from Eva's finger-fuck in the tub, and from their body contact, she felt a tiny flame of orgasm, a spasmodic tightening of cunt muscle against cunt muscle, which was enough to make her groan. And a lovely thing happened.
Little Eva's thighs, which had been tight together, came apart so naturally, and so wide, that the blonde girl knew she had learned a lesson. When a guy kisses me this way, her mind flashed, and shoves his hand between my legs, I'll open up just like Eva's doing now. And he'll get on me, and stick it in me, and fuck me!
It was so exciting that she stopped kissing her girl friend so that she could cry out in the loving pain of a small cum. "OH, EVA! BABY! THAT'S SO HOT!"
She hugged the small girl harder, and now, feeling the softly parted cunt lips turning out their slick, slobbery insides, she thrust two fingers carefully inside her new friend's young body. "It's so sweet," she murmured. "Oh, Eva, this can't be wrong! It's too sweet! Too lovely! Does that feel good? Is that getting it?" She moved her soft young fingers into the places "where it was at" for herself, and was rewarded when Eva threw her arms up and around the blonde's back and began to whimper.
"Oh, it's lovely, Cindy," the cute little brunette gasped. "But I've got the curse! You'll get all icky!" But she pumped her strong young body up, her sore cunt muscles now responding to the tenderness and skill of the other girl. "You sure know how to do it," Eva cried hoarsely, fucking upt Cindy's hand. "OHHHH! I'M GETTING OFF! HELP ME, CINDY! HOLD ME TIGHT! FUCK IT INTO ME, BABY!"
Her body thrashed and trembled with the sweetness of her cum. It was unquestionable. Girls knew how to do it for other girls, better than any guy, old or young, ever could. In her struggles, in the free release of her body's tensions, she got both of Cindy's big tits against hers, and held tight, delighted to be mashing her own breasts against the other girl's. Knowing how good it felt to herself. Knowing how wild and lovely it must feel to Cindy.
After she had stopped cumming, and her young body went slack in the blonde girl's arms, she let the tingling heat die between her fat cuntlips. She groaned, "Oh, don't!" as Cindy removed her fingers from the tenderized inside of her fuck hole, and then said: "Here, let me see! Oh, I knew it! You're bloody all over!"
Cindy, feeling ten times more grown up than ever before in her life, feeling wise in the ways of love, laughed easily. "It's only you, baby," she said huskily. "Only the woman-stuff from your sweet little pussy. Just like I'll have pretty soon. Oh, honey, let me look!" And then, just as Jodie had, but tenderly, she got her head between Eva's widespread thighs, panting as she held the small girl's twat open.
"I can't help it," she said, and bent her head, licking at the small, convulsing hole which fluttered as it throbbed out small rills of bright blood and clear cunt juice. She raised her sweet face, laughing at the shocked face of the other girl. "Bloodthirsty beast, aren't I?" she whispered. "Oh, Eva, you're so sweet! So darned sweet to let me do this!"
It was too much for the little girl with the hot pussy. She drew her heels back against her buttocks, letting her legs fall open.
It was like with dad and Joe. But sweeter, somehow. Still, something was lacking. Then she knew. She could not take so much love and beauty and not give something in return. She had to give as well as take.
She pinched Cindy's softly muscled rump and said hoarsely: "Get over me. I mean your legs. Your knees, over my face. Of course, that way! OH! OH! Hold it a sec. Oh, you're sucking me so good! Move a little left. Now, move your knees up toward my shoulders. Oh, good Lord above us! Cindy, your cunt's beautiful!"
She saw that there was, actually, a lot of soft, fine hair on the other girl's fat, juicy young cunt. It was so light colored that it simply wouldn't show; the lips, now open from Cindy's thigh-parted position, were covered with it.
She repeated, softly: "Your cunt's so pretty! Let me have it, baby! Lower your butt down on my face. On my mouth. See? You can lower it and it's right on me. And you can even sort of fuck up and down. Oooooh, the sweet thing! It's sort of moving! It's dripping down on me! Let me have it, baby! OOOHHH! WHAT'S HAPPENING? FUCK ME, BABY! FUCK MY MOUTH!"
Her voice choked off as the girl above her shot her strong young ass down, her pink and gold split opening wider, onto the working lips, the busy tongue. "Eva!" Cindy cried. "Eva! You're killing me, honey! Oh, how good!" And she pressed her own sweet mouth deeper into little Eva's dark-furred, thick lipped pussy, sucking up all the delicious girl-goo, feeling her own pussy working and squirming as it tried to turn itself inside out on Eva's face.
Her body was hammering, but very softly, on Eva's mouth, some instinct acting to protect both of them. I never knew sex could be so sweet, the blonde girl thought, not knowing whether she was talking to her inner self or, silently, to her friend.
She felt her passion flare and swell inside her, then flow to the slick, juicy valley where her throbbing clitoris hardened, ready for its bursting delight. Her arms were around Eva's thighs. How strong they were! Nice and big for such a little girl. She was holding them to keep Eva from writhing away from her, sucking on the girl's cunt, knowing it was going crazy just as hers was.
The swelling flame inside her was bursting, spewing out wildness and cum juice, so hard that she could feel her inner muscles closing around Eva's tongue. She kissed harder, deeper, into the cluster of ripe, richly flowing lips, delicately sucking on the reddened little fuck hole that was gaping open.
She uttered a loud cry of relief and release and love, and fell away, rolling onto her back, her lovely young legs apart. The air, in spite of the warmth of the summer day, felt chilly on her exposed inner lips, so hot had she become. She lay as she was, licking up all the juice there was around her lips.
She was aware that Eva had turned toward her, and had rolled so that they were now face to face, instead of face to pussy. There was a smile of mischief and exultation and love on both young faces.
"I never would have believed it," Cindy said, holding Eva's face between her hands, kissing the small girl on her full, soft lips. "Is it better than with boys? If it's any better when a guy does it to you, I think I'll pass. It would kill me!"
Eva laughed and licked all around the young blonde's lips.
"You're so good," she whispered. "You just went on kissing my pussy, even if I was all messy down there." She kissed Cindy.
"You're nuts!" the slender blonde said. "It's just like mine. I know what mine's like. I ought to. I've been tasting it on my fingers ever since I first came around. But there sure isn't much of it." She seemed puzzled. "Are you nearly over it? Your period?"
Eva struggled with an answer. She was feeling so good, now that she had gotten some of the fuck heat out of her. The soreness in her inner muscles reminded her of the size of her dad, and the panting industry of Jodie. Jodie had fucked her mighty good, once he had gotten over his silly fears. But she was sore. Maybe she couldn't take on both dad and Joe tonight. Maybe? For sure, she couldn't! And maybe Cindy was the answer. She had to know if the girl was really ripe for sex, or if she was still just making what she had called "bullshit locker room talk." She spoke up.
"Somebody sucked most of it out of me last night," she said in a low voice. "Does that scare you? It was a guy." She didn't dare admit it was two guys. That might be too much. She felt the taller girl lie still, very still, like a rabbit hiding from a hunter.
"So okay," she said rather sharply. "You want to be my friend, you say, and I'm telling you more than I ever would dare tell anyone else in the world. What's the matter? Have I turned you off?"
In her heart she was wildly excited. It wasn't altogether having someone else to help her take on dad or Jodie. She knew she could, if she were called on, fuck them both, pain be damned. It was the raunchy excitement of being part of a girl's first piece of peter. Of, maybe, being where she could watch. Or at least listen. Her body jerked as the fire of the idea ran through her secret places, her hottest, most pleading nerves. Her cunt felt kinked, then tighter, then hotter. She was not aware that only a second or two had passed.
She felt a slick, warm tongue enter her mouth. And she tasted the salt of tears. "Oh, Eva," Cindy was sobbing, "that's too great! And you're so great to trust me. To tell me."
The tall girl suddenly pulled her body closer to Eva's. "I just sort of knew that, if I got to know you, you'd help me grow up! To really get with it." She hugged Eva ecstatically, then rolled away and sat up, trembling with excitement. "Will you, Eva? Will you take me out with you, with one of your guys? I'll do anything. I know that guys expect a girl to suck their peters. That's great with me!" Her voice had become high and tight. "And I know that they suck girls, too," she whispered. "Will you help me?"
They both leaped as the front door, downstairs, slammed violently. There was the pounding of heavy footsteps up the stairs, and Eva's dad's voice rang out in the hall, "Hey, baby! Where are you? I've got a couple of surprises for you! Get ready, doll!"
Eva moved like lightning. She was off the bed in a split second, grabbing a lightweight cover-up for her swim suit. "Put this on!" she hissed at Cindy. "And wash your face, dear!" She snatched up her own light robe and bolted her door, almost in the same movement. She turned back to look at Cindy, who seemed overcome with fright.
"It's all right," she said, kissing her new friend softly. "I promise you, it's all right!"
The loud footsteps had stopped at Eva's door, and she flung herself at it just as the knob began to turn. But her father was too strong. She was moved back, and she saw with a strange thrill, a frightening sense of lovely helplessness, that he had his cock out. It was hard, and looked a foot long.
CHAPTER EIGHT
If it had been less of a crisis, with fewer implications, perhaps Eva would have simply passed out. But there was so much of a challenge here that, without her willing it, her feminine instinct of self-preservation took over. She suddenly seemed not only able to cope with the situation, but to rise above it, to be superior to it.
She made her face into a smooth mask of disapproval, and her voice into a wave of ice water.
"Ple-eease, Dad!" she snapped, "I've got company! One of my girl friends is here."
She watched him collapse, not physically, but emotionally. And it made her feel terrible. Now that she had saved herself and Cindy from whatever it was she was trying to save them from, now that her own security, such as it was, had been preserved, she felt like a real shit. Knowing that her dad was already suffering from a lack of confidence, she had to reject him.
She watched his marvelous, huge cock start to wilt, and she acted on impulse. She slipped one arm through the wide crack at the door, took his wilting cock in her warm little hand, and quickly, in accordance with instructions given her by Jodie, jerked it back and forth, back and forth. And to emphasize the detente between them, she gave him her brightest smile. But she knew it had to be more.
She turned back to the big bed, where Cindy, still fit to be carried out on a stretcher, lay on her back. The short cover-up coat was open, her lovely young thighs were apart, and her sweet little blonde cunt, looking so soft and young and helpless, showed its shining pink inner lips.
"Cindy," Eva said clearly, "I'm going to talk to my dad for a minute. You'll be okay. Just lie here and rest. Play a record if you feel like it."
She opened the door just a wee bit more and slipped out. Her dad was still standing where he'd been, but his color was coming back, and so was his hard-on. He swept Eva up in his arms as if she were a baby, one big arm going right between her legs, so that her soft, drippy little split was right on his forearm. He jiggled her there for a moment or two, giving her the most startling sensation of something too huge for words battering at her cuntal entry, and set her down. He was happy again, no longer crushed.
"Who in hell was that?" he asked in a stage whisper, as soon as he and Eva had gone into his room and shut the door. "She's some kind of a big kid to have a pussy like that!" He was laughing, getting out of his clothes, leaning over to kiss one of Eva's sweet little titties. "Are you baby-sitting?"
Eva, who had shot the bolt on her father's bedroom door, tried to look severe, but it was too much for her. She began to laugh, and, since she was still on a cloud of steaming heat from the girl-to-girl contacts with Cindy, she rubbed herself against her dad, feeling between his massive thighs for his balls, gently fondling them.
"She's no baby, daddy dear," she said primly, her head cocked to one side. "She's as old as I am, maybe older, and she's got hair on her pussy. It's just so blonde it's hard to see, unless you get really close up on it." She blushed, and her dad held her, kissed her, and licked his lips.
"Son of a bitch," he said, "You kids nowadays will try anything, won't you?" He felt a momentary flash of anger, and then thought, What the hell! If it feels good, they'll do it. Well, more power to the little dears! Aloud, he said, "Where'd she come from?"
Eva was so entranced with the throbbing cock that she had almost forgotten Cindy. She had forgotten the pains in her bruised cunt muscles, except to think, in gratitude and wonder, that this enormous peter had been inside her tight little box. She had pulled the foreskin back so that the cord pulled the head down, almost painfully, and the rankness of male genitals, sweated for most of a hard day, choked her with passion.
She looked up. "Golly, dad, I forgot Cindy! Maybe we'd better wait until she goes home. She can't stay much longer. Her folks are kind of strict." She thought for a moment, her feet wide apart, her summer robe hanging open, and Kelly James thought he had never seen a female so lovely, so violently cunty.
He reached for her, but she had unbolted the door and was in the hall before he could get to her. She danced away, throwing him a teasing smile, and was on her way to her room when she heard the door again, and saw the top of Jodie's head as he ran up the stairs. She was so hungry for her dad's cock that she hesitated, and was lost.
Joe didn't stop. He didn't look at her, where she stood in the shadowed hall. He wanted to get to her before his dad did. He had seen the pick-up truck in the drive, had even touched the hood and felt the heat of the radiator.
As Eva watched him, not knowing whether to shriek a warning or protect herself, she thought, Maybe this is just what Cindy needs. It certainly is what she says she wants.
She stood still for a moment, then turned back to her father's bedroom, shrugging. What would happen would happen.
Eva's dad wore heavy work shoes. On the lovely, old-fashioned oak floors of the hall, he had sounded like a herd of bison. On the other hand, Jodie was barefooted. He sounded, if he sounded at all, like his sister.
Cindy Valentine, unbelievably happy that she had crossed the threshold of real sex, even if it were with another girl, lay in a warmly sensual daydream. Eva had promised to take her out. With "one of her guys." Hadn't she? Cindy tried to remember. She certainly hadn't said "no." There was a softly moving, wonderfully itchy feeling in her barely matured vagina. Couldn't be the curse. She was pretty regular. That would come in a few days. This, this lovely feeling of liquid love, was just an echo of her deep, sweet orgasm from Eva's lips.
She heard the soft slap of bare feet on the hall floor and closed her eyes. She turned on her side, with her back toward the door. But, so that she should be open to Eva's warm little hands, she lay with her left leg straight, the upper leg, the right leg, drawn up as if she were running. It pulled her softly haired slit into a long line. Pressure pushed out the slick pink lining. She felt a little pool of inner cunt fluid drain onto her thigh and cool. She awaited whatever Eva wanted to do with complete trust and love.
Joe James had hurried into the house, up the steps, and down the hall. He had come home direct from the pool, anxious to get his cock into Eva's sweet little fuck hole as soon as he could. He had had a marvelous hard-on at breakfast, but he could see where Eva was right. If they got to fooling around downstairs, they would get caught, sure as hell. Jodie wasn't as afraid of that as he would have been the day before.
"What the hell can he say to me," he muttered, and by "he," Joe meant his father, of course. "He's fucking her, too. And sucking her!" The idea was so overpoweringly fucky that Joe shivered with a hard pang of lust. And it had been this way with him all day. Either the same hard-on, coming and going, or a new one every hour. .
He had packed his regular school clothes into the wide saddle-bags on his motorbike, shoes and all, and had hurried home, wearing only his swim trunks. Under them, his young cock was hard, raging with a load that had been building since last night.
The bright sun had made him half blind as he ran into the house. The hall was dark, so he could barely see. But he didn't care. He was pretty sure that, even if dad were at home, which of course he was, he hadn't gotten to Eva yet. When Eva left, she always left her door open. Her door was closed. Therefore, she was in her bedroom.
Joe thought of how stupid he had been, only yesterday. Scared of any girl. Thank God for Evie, she had cured him, just because he loved her and trusted her and wasn't scared of her. And she had been so sweet, so determined to help him get over his fears.
He opened the door quietly. There she was, on her side, with her back to him and one leg away up. She had on her beach cover-up, he knew its color and pattern as if it were his own shirt. Her legs looked so beautiful, her cloven little butt so delightful. In the shadow of one of her buttocks, he could almost see the hot, slick, drooling little split. No string hanging out of the fat lips. Maybe he had sucked it all out. His cock throbbed, and he grinned.
Just why her heart was beating so hard, Cindy couldn't have said. But it must have been that she looked on Eva as her lover. If Eva wasn't, who was? She suddenly felt a throb between her fat young cuntlips, and an answering throb from her full breasts, one lying on the bed, the other lying partly on top of it. Her nipples were swollen with the remembrance of her flaming orgasms under Eva's slick, muscular tongue, her knowing fingers. And they were swollen with expectation of more love to come. It was all she could do to pretend to be asleep, she was so ready.
She felt the bed move as Eva got into it. Eva was right, every bed makes a little sound. She felt a hand slide onto her butt, a warm hand, sure and strong. For a little girl, Eva had amazing hands, Cindy thought, almost crying out as her cunt twitched expectantly.
There was a shock, a beautiful shock of feeling as a finger went into her, thrusting hard, not as gentle as Eva had been before. But she groaned in happiness, just having it go into her, having it go deep, deeper than before. Having it hit her hard little cervix, 'way up her cuntal sheath, giving her a sickeningly sweet jar, a throb deep around her young womb.
And then, as a long, warm body lay down against her and the finger came out of her cunt and a strong arm went over her and a big hand squeezed her titty, she knew. This wasn't Eva. Couldn't be. That thing sliding into her tight, fierily ready little pussy wasn't a finger. Nobody had fingers that big. And nobody had fingers that throbbed hotly as they sank into a girl's body.
The pussy had felt marvelous to Jodie. Strange, though. The hair felt shorter, softer. But what the hell, how many times had he seen and felt cunt hair? Anybody's, even Eva's. He didn't pay any attention to the long blonde hair that peeped out from under the head on Eva's bed. Nor to the fact that this was a taller girl. He was so close to cumming that he just simply didn't pay any attention. All he wanted to do was to sink his itching prick into that hot, slick cunt and let it shoot off inside his sister's little belly. WOW!
His cock was throbbing as he presented it at the pouting lips from which he pulled his dripping finger. He used that same finger and his thumb to hold the fat lips apart, and slipped his cock in.
"Oh, Jesus, Sis, I got it in just in time," he groaned, feeling his load burst in his young nuts and come boiling up his tubes. "One more feel of your pussy and I'd have shot it right up your back. OHHHHH! GOD DAMN! OH, EVA, BABY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
As she felt that big slippery, hard thing go into her, hurting like blazes because it stretched her pretty pink cunt all out of shape, and as she realized that, by some magic, Eva had created "One of her guys" out of thin air to fuck her, the young blonde almost fainted from ecstasy. She was very close to cumming before even that finger had so much as touched her. If it had not been for the fact that she was deathly afraid of not being "cool," she would have begun to pump out a cum on the finger. It took all her concentration not to.
But the minute that strange object, that miraculously summoned prick had gone into her, she began to burst inside in the dark fire of a huge, gut-wrenching orgasm. And no one needed to tell her it was a prick. No one ever needs to tell any woman such a thing. Blind, or blindfolded, or in the dark, there is a foreknowledge in the feminine mystique, a preception of the flesh, a difference in feel, that says, "This is a hard cock, and nothing else, going into my body."
There was a marvelously sweet, hot scent of cunt and cock, of girl juice and rubbed flesh, of the fetid sweetness that swells and perfumes the air when a warm prick is skinned. And there was the warm body of Eva, the lush feel of her big tits. Her big tits? Eva? He was shooting his load into what he thought was Eva's cunt. She felt it, gushing into her, hot and slick. She was responding, now that she had stopped trying to be cool, and was just being herself. She knew who it was, now. It was a happiness to know. This was Joe.
This was the tall, good-looking, hot-looking kid that almost every chick in the Marquez Union High School District had the dripping hots for. And it was not Eva's doing. It was an accident. It was a gift, a miracle. Jodie James, giving her her very first fuck, plunging that big peter that she and her girl friends had fantasized from seeing its imprint on his swim trunks.
"OHHHHH!" she moaned in a steady wail. "OH, HOW GOOD! I'M NOT EVA, JODIE! I'M NOT YOUR SISTER' OHHHH! I'M CUMMING! PLEASE STICK IT IN DEEPER, JODIE! PLEASE FUCK ME DEEP!"
She would have died before she would have said such a thing to a boy. But now, with the hard, beautiful reality of a cock in her pussy, with the hot flow of jism, a feeling she had to know only by instinct, flooding her cunt, she did not care.
And Joe, scared half out of his gourd, yet completely unable to stop or control this painfully wonderful throbbing out of his young seed, knew he was fucking someone he didn't know, someone who might get him into all kinds of trouble. And he couldn't care less. It was enough to feel the wonders of a smooth, slick, hot-walled little pussy fucking him with such strength and affection.
He was squeezing her titties so hard that it made Cindy cum all the more completely. Her fuck-nerves had warmed her boobs as well as her tunnel of love, as well as her clitoris and inner lips and fuck hole. I could almost cum just by having them squeezed, she mused, pumping her ass back furiously against the boy's belly. She had never even envisioned being fucked this way. When she masturbated, she used much ingenuity. But the best had always been to lie on her back, her head high on a pillow, her heels drawn back and her thighs open, facing the mirror of her dresser.
Then, using anything from a plastic bottle full of hot starch to a small flashlight with a toy balloon pulled over it, she would hold the object with one hand and fuck up at it furiously. The old-fashioned, or Presbyterian fuck. It seemed so natural, a girl underneath, fucking up at a guy, real or fancied, on top of her. It would never have occurred to her, or to any girl with her lack of experience, to reach behind her to insert a fake cock, and pump her strong young body back at it. But this was marvelous! And so she moaned happily, deeply, thrilled all through by the penetration of that hard, lovely, hot cock. Swept up to the crest of a wave of dark heat and dropped swirling into a caldron of feeling as the slick boy-juice shot into her in burning flow.
"Oh, Jodie, honey," she moaned, more softly now, with the fire of orgasm slowly throbbing its way to a warm, fuck-slicked end. "It's so good, Jodie! You are Jodie, arent you, dear? Please, please! Let me touch you!"
She put a warm and tender hand around and over her slim hip, down to the deep crevice of her sweet, soft ass, and wrapped her fingers around the gooey, slippery cock that was still throbbing, although its last drop of cum juice had shot into her. There was hair on it, on the wide base of it. It was still so big, so hard.
"I always thought that boys sort of shriveled up, after they shot their load," she whispered, knowing she must sound very silly, talking this way to a boy she had never met, knew only by sight. "I guess I'm silly," she said humbly, squeezing the warm, voluptuously masculine piece of throbbing meat. "All that stuff, that slick stuff, is that your cream? Or is it my pussy juice?" She laughed self-consciously. She certainly felt like a fool. And yet this boy, who had screamed out something about "Sis" as he had fucked into her, he had been so sweet, so nice to her, fucking her even after he knew she wasn't Eva.
Wasn't Eva? Wasn't his "Sis"! She pumped her ass away from the boy, uncunting him so quickly that it left a deep and shocking pain of emptiness in her cunt. He had thought she was Eva, and yet he had put his finger into her, had shoved his big peter into her, and fucked her full of his cum juice. It was horrifying, the first moment of realization, and it showed on her sweet face.
As for Jodie, he had been mentally stunned since he first took those big, heavy titties in his hand. The tight, slick pussy, its healthy young muscles chewing softly on his deep-thrusting prick, had started his seed to shooting. As his load flew into the hot little vagina, as his fuck-taut nerves screamed their silent joy as he shot it into her, he didn't give a good goddamn whose cunt it was. If they killed him. If they stood him up before the entire student body and pantsed him, leaving his guilty cock hanging out before his fellow students and all the faculty.
But he looked at the girl in amazement. She had, very obviously, loved having him fuck his hard cock into her tender little fuck hole. It had been as much a surprise to her as to him. Now, though, she was looking horrified. It was funny, too, since his creamy jism was running down the inner surface of her thigh. Her face, where it had lain on the bedspread, was creased with red lines in the pattern of the spread's fabric. Her blonde hair, at her left temple, was wet with sweat and plastered to her skin. And her incredible boobs, so full and long, had pushed the light coat away and were tremblingly poking their hard nipples out at right angles to each other.
"So okay," he muttered, looking away from her. "I thought you were my sister. What's so wrong with that? Who are you, anyhow, to act so bitchin' proud about it? It wasn't just me banging you, you know. You were fucking back-as hard as you could."
Something about the boy, his confusion mixed with courage, suddenly made the tall, slender blonde child grow a giant step in age and reason. And in sympathy and understanding.
She dropped to her elbows and looked the boy right in the eye.
"I don't give a damn what you and Eva do, you hear?" She was about to cry, she knew, and it made her voice tighten. "I'm as old as Eva, and I never so much as had a boy's hand up my dress. If it weren't for Evie and her kindness, maybe I never would have!"
Something in the girl's earnestness, in her use of the diminutive of his sister's name, blew the boy's fears away in a warm wave of friendship. He said, "Well, if it weren't for her, I'd probably be a jerk-off idiot before I hit sixteen. Gee, haven't I seen you? You don't go to Crest. Do you go to Senior High?"
Cindy flushed and lowered her eyes. "I go to Echo Lane," she said, as though admitting a misdemeanor. "I hang around the pool when the Marquez team comes to practice. Maybe you saw me there."
She wanted to say, "I hang around the pool because I like to check the guys' peters when they come up out of the water with their surfer trunks wet and lying close to their crotches. And most especially, to see your cock." But she was unable even to phrase it. And yet, her mind told her, she'd had this cock in her. It had shot its load into her! So completely marvelous! So unbelievably sweet!
As she thought this, a tide of scarlet flooded every inch of her smooth body and she automatically reached down to her cunt. "I'm sorry!" she stammered. "I know I look like a darned fool!" She put her hand so deep between her legs that she got it bathed, for the first time in her life, with the slickness and richness of male seed.
It startled her so that she hastily pulled the hand away, looking in awe at the pearly-white, opaque richness on her fingers. It was only natural that she should bring it to her lips. First to sniff its rankly moving aroma, then to taste the wholesome protein of the heavy load of semen.
She could feel each of her heart beats in the sensitive nerve-ends of her cunt, each pulsing of her blood-flow enlivening each vein, large and small, in that fuck-heated area. Thump-thump! Thump-thump! A pulsating flow of life in the source of life, a rising flame of desire that swelled her inner lips and flooded her vagina with her own sweet, clear, delicately flavored cunt juice.
She leaned over and timidly placed her hand on Jodie's sticky cock, which "was fat and rosy from its hot plunge into her young belly.
"Please," she whispered, "I don't know whether it's okay to ask, after you've been nice enough to fuck me. But please, will you show me how to suck a guy off?"
CHAPTER NINE
Grown-ups tend to forget some of the tortures of adolescence, of puberty, of attaining the physical attributes of sexuality without inheriting the legal or-if such a word may be used in this connection-moral freedom to enjoy them. Even in adulthood, lingering old wounds of guilt from our hideous childhood's teachings harry us, diluting our pure animal joy in the chance fuck which should be nothing but delight and rich experience.
In his bedroom, almost in pain from the engorgement of blood in his big dick, Kelly James remembered the feel of Myrna Wheeler's soft, slickly warm pussy, the charge it had given his cock, the soft squeeze she had given his quickening organ as they kissed. "I could have stuck it in her right there in the office," he muttered, his face flushed. "Shot a load into her that would choke a mule." He remembered her softly rounded, deeply creviced pussy from twenty years ago, when they were both in high school. And later, after he came home on occasional visits from Stanford. A lovely fuck!
Now they were both grown, getting into their middle years. She was single, hot, aching for it. Why, then, did he feel guilty?
The answer eluded him, or rather, he evaded it. He flirted with it. Cheating on his daughter? Crazy. "I just had that one fast whirl with her last night," he said half-aloud. "Most people would say it was the worst thing I could do." He sighed. Maybe it was because he so badly needed a female that was his, a cunt to dominate. He arose from where he sat on the bed and walked to the door, some idea of locking it, of cutting short this incestuous romance with his daughter chasing through his mind. But, as he thought of her cushiony little mound, so nice and hairy for such a young girl, and its slit, so hungrily grasping his finger and pumping out its warm, clear juice, he groaned and went back to the bed.
Actually, Eva had her hand on the door. She was frightened again, waiting for the Old Testament God's avenging bolt of lightning to come down through their roof and slay her, there in the hall. She had responded to the lure of her father's cock automatically as she saw it through the door. This had been a confusing two days. Too lovely, really. It didn't seem moral or right for anyone, certainly any girl her age, to do so much so quickly. To learn so much. To act as a teacher and protector to her young brother. If she had been her own exorcist, she would have pointed a finger in her face and shouted, "What right have you to these wicked pleasures?"
If I were grown up, she thought, I'd rise above this. Not knowing, of course, that her grown up father suffered even worse pangs. For a split second, it seemed horrible to her that she had allowed the fiery demands of her aching young cunt, the dreadful, alluring beauty of her father's hard cock, to overcome all that she had ever been taught. Not Jodie. With Jodie, guilt might come later, but for now, knowing his need for her, it seemed "all right" to fuck him. Or to suck him. Presumptuous to be a teacher at thirteen? Maybe. It was a hard, long moment as she held the knob of her father's bedroom door, a numbing sensation seeming to strike her hottest parts.
But something decided her. It was her father's groan, uttered as he battled the same devils from his past. Her father. In pain? She could not allow that. Sin be damned. Her own needs didn't count.
Or at least, that was her thought. That her needs, her heat, were beside the point. If she allowed them to lead her, that was sinful. If it was for her dad, it was the right thing to do. Just as if he had been her brother, needing help.
And, strangely enough, she was right.
Kelly gasped as the door opened. He wanted to hide his cock, and still, he didn't. After all, this wonderful little kid, this girl with the lovely, cone-shaped mounts of titty-meat and the tiny little pussy with all that curly hair, had asked him to help her. As he remembered her plea for help last night, fear and guilt left him. His heart pounded, his cock seemed once more worthy of him.
"Hi, baby," he whispered, pulling his daughter down on the bed and taking off her robe. "Let me hold you a minute." He kissed her, pushing his big tongue into her mouth, delighted to feel her tremble at the lingual embrace. Like it was my cock going into her, he thought in complete lust. A guy could fuck a woman, shove his tongue into her mouth, then, if he felt raunchy enough, stick his finger up her ass. "Airtighting" a girl. That's what that bird from Texas, Jorge Leyes, used to say. That fool Texan! "Airtighting!"
He continued kissing his daughter, running his free hand down over her soft little titties, gently pinching their hard nipples. She humped up off the bed and his mouth slipped. There it was again, that taste of pussy. So exciting that he almost shot his load into the air. That kid with the hairless pussy! God! What he'd give to pry her thighs apart and eat her cunt! It made him slide his big hand down his daughter's belly, into the warm, slick crack where her cunt began, pressing gently where he knew her clit lay hidden.
She pulled away from him. "Did you think it was something terrible for me to be, uh, playing with my friend?" she asked, but she was confident, no longer defensive. Somehow, just being naked and warm with her father, holding his cock, having him fumbling around in her slit, gave her a sense of equality. And actually, while she had asked him for help, she knew now that it was an act of seduction on her part. A chance to look at and hold his dick. A chance to show and flaunt her cunt. She shivered. She had never believed that she could ever reach this pinnacle of boldness.
She bent and took the purple head of her dad's peter into her mouth. It seemed bigger than last night. And not so pungent. Last night, of course, it had been bedewed with the magical elixir of another woman's pussy. A sister, fucked by this same guy.
She sucked the head like a plum, with her lips, then rammed her tongue against the leaking little slit. A rill of juice emerged.
"Hey, watch it!" she cried. "You're about to shoot it!"
Her dad stroked her sleek, dark head.
"That's not real cum-juice," he said. "That's what they call pre-seminal fluids. It's supposed to, uh, lubricate."
She was heated by the thought. To lubricate. That meant one thing-to prepare for a fuck. She was curious. "To lubricate me? Or you?" She held the big tool, pumping her hand up and down.
Her dad was charged with joy as she entered into such foreplay.
"Maybe both," he said. "Hey, remember I said I had two surprises for you?" He reached for a white paper bag on the dresser.
"Yeah," Eva answered. "This and what else?" She was shivering with anticipation, holding this huge prick, knowing it had been in her last night. Part way in, anyhow. And that it had shot its cream into her mouth, too. Nothing had ever tasted so exciting to her.
"Naw, baby," her dad answered. "My cock's no surprise. It'll always be hard for you. Here. This is a three-month supply of birth control pills."
He eyed her expression with interest. I can shoot my jism into her all I want, he thought, and not knock her up. It was heady wine, this thought. It made his cock throb harder.
"And this will let me get into you without so much trouble," he said, handing her a big tube. "It's the slickest stuff in the world. An elephant could get it into a flea with this stuff. You see," he added, "I know it hurt you last night. And it hurt me, too. But I loved it!"
Eva felt immeasurably better. How had she ever gotten into that terrible guilt feeling? She looked at her dad with excitement on her pretty little face. "I wish I had my glasses on," she joked. "This enormous old thing is so pretty, I'd like to see him better! Ooooh! I wish I could have all of him in me! Let's look!"
She jumped up and looked at herself in the tall mirror. "Get up with me," she pouted, and her dad stood up. She turned them both sideways and moved so that his hard tool was angled up by her. It was almost frightening. "It has to go up, or it couldn't all get in," she whispered, her mouth suddenly drooling spit. "It's as long as I'm thick." She shivered and put her face up to be kissed.
"Give me the slickum," she cried. "Let me put it on!"
She bathed her dad's cock with the slick stuff, then rolled on her back, holding her legs up, forcing her fat young cuntlips apart so that her pink little cluster of labia and bubbling cunt muscles were offered to him. "Give it to me!" she cried as the big man sheepishly knelt between her open thighs.
He moved so that her slippery hands could aim his cockhead at her trembling fuck hole. She pulled and he pushed. There was a giant slug of pain in her guts as the big head pushed past the muscles left shuddering-sore from its violent stretching last night. Her young legs shot wide apart, the big tendons in the inner thighs standing out like cables. Her dad, stopped by the spasmodic kink in her girlish vagina, also felt a tearing pain in his cock. "I think I've torn some skin off it," he moaned. "Oh, baby, did I hurt you very much?" They were both covered with sweat, and not simply from the heat of the day, or their efforts. The mutual pain had sent them both into a sort of shock.
The big man closed his eyes, put his hands on the girl's smooth thighs, his thumbs near her straining cuntlips, and said, "Hold on; I'm going to pull out!"
At once, his daughter grasped his wrists, crying, with tears of pain and remorse pouring down her cheeks. "No, Daddy! No! No! It's all right. I was just scared it would hurt me. I'm sorry I hurt you, though. But I am kind of small." She was trying to smile, and her dad, his heart melting with love and concern, stayed as he was, except that his limbs felt weak.
"You're so beautiful this way," he said, feeling like a fool. All women in this position looked the same way. And yet, and he was convinced of this, his daughter was more beautiful than the others.
"Let me lean down," he said, and got on his elbows. Normally, if his cock were in her all the way, he could not have reached her mouth with his. Now, with his tool only an inch or so in, their faces met and she clung to his sweated neck, tonguing him hungrily. It occurred to her, as she felt his cock throb inside her, that Joe and Cindy must be doing the same thing. Either that, or both of them had had the fuck-lust frightened out of them. The thought had its benefit. It took her mind off the deep, bruising pain in her twat, and she relaxed enough so that another two inches of her dad's heavy cock slipped into her. It was like a shot of some love potion. She fucked up at him, very hard, as she had tried to do with Jodie, and she felt the big tool strike something inside her. Her dad felt it, too, for he grunted and pulled out an inch, then shoved again.
"Is that my womb?" Eva asked excitedly. "Is it? What you're hitting, I mean. OOOOOH! It feels so good! It hurts, but it's a deep, good kind of hurt. Do all girls have that feeling?"
"I doubt it," her dad answered, glad to make talk to keep his mind off cumming. "Some pussies are so big, it's like sticking it out the window. You can't hit either sides or bottom."
"Whew!" Eva gasped. She licked the streaming sweat off her lips and smiled, although painfully. "It's hard to believe any girl could be too big for you, daddy! OHHHHH! Damn, that's wonderful! Am I going to make you cum?" She moved up at him, and felt pain again.
Her dad considered. Hurting her like this, he might not be able to get his nuts off. If he didn't, he'd have a sick headache and a hard pain in his balls all day. Even if she sucked him, now, he might not make it. If she didn't enjoy it, he thought, how could he? He made a sudden decision and backed out, his streaming cock leaving Eva with a vast, unsated ache in her young belly.
"No, no!" she cried, her eyes closed. "Put it back!"
Her dad picked her up and stood her by the bed. He put out a toe and dragged a footstool over. "Here," he ordered, "get on this."
He laughed as she stood irresolute on the stool, her cunt now just even with his balls. "Put one foot on the dresser," he said.
Eva gasped as her wet little pussy popped wide open. With her right leg on the stool, with her left leg extended so that her right foot was up on the dresser, they could both see that she was as open as she would ever be. And when the big man held her steady with his left arm and pushed down on his hard cock so that its head pressed right against her cuntal entry, she squealed with delight. "It'll go in'." she cried. "I just know it will go in this time. Oh, Daddy, come on, shove hard!"
He leaned forward and kissed her gently, feeling the soft, sweet muscles in her vaginal portal move instinctively as his tongue touched hers. "Stay steady," he warned. "Do you think we need more of that lubricant?"
"Look how my lubricant's pouring out," Eva said hoarsely. "It feels like a pint of it's running down my leg. Oh, daddy, make it go in me! Real deep! Oh, this is so wonderful! We can both watch it!"
She was, as near as she could with her legs so wide apart, and on different levels, dancing up and down. At each movement, a tiny bit of Kelly's prick slipped into her. It was fantastic. "This is the way, baby," he panted. "This is how to get it started. Look! Jesus Christ! I don't know if I can hold it much longer!"
"Hey, wait! Kiss my boob! Suck on it!" The tiny girl, absorbed in watching her tender body taking in that cock that had seemed so impossibly large, held one jiggling little cone up to her dad. He grinned and sucked it in. At once, her cunt opened and let him in another inch. Now, since they could both see perfectly, it was evident that only a couple of inches remained outside.
"I can't believe it, daddy!" Eva gasped. "There must be at least six inches in me. Ooooh! How hurty and good it feels! Ooooh! I just want to hold you around the neck and swing off this stool and get it all in! Clear up to my neck!"
"Well get it into your neck from the other way. Tonight." Her dad was breathing very hard. "Rise on your tippy-toes and come down," he gasped. "I think it'll go in. All of it! And when it does, I'll hold you and well fall on the bed and I'll fuck you there."
She looked directly into his eyes without seeing him, so deeply concentrated she was on the stretch, the loving pain of vast stretch, the feeling inside that she was completely filled with hard cock. She seemed to rise, then came down, and, as she did, her dad pushed up with all the power of his loins.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" the child screamed, out of her head with the consummation of this act of love and generosity. She felt a great surge of power inside her, and did not know for sure whether it was her orgasm that was bursting, or the beginning of that sluicing flood of his jism that she had felt last night. This was deeper, far up her, and the standing position had made it possible, made the huge prick go into her.
It was trying to pour out of her, and he was pouring it into her as he held her to him, turned, and fell on the bed. He was careful to see that his weight did not crush her, but he held his loins to hers, making sure that all of his cock stayed in her all the way.
When he had been a kid, hanging around the Red Cross Pharmacy at the corner of Beckley and Jefferson in Marquez, he had asked an older boy, Tom Geltry, why guys all wished they had big cocks. "So there'll be more to feel good, I reckon," young Geltry had laughed. He knew, at this instant, that his friend had intuited a vast truth.
"Oh, God, baby, that's the best I've ever had," he groaned. "Am I killing you? OH, OH! OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, BABY!! I ... CANT HELP IT!"
He could not see her face, but he could feel her small, strong body respond. She was fucking him with an instinctive art, an expertise that most women never learn. In his agony of delight, he could feel the strong young muscles of her cunt pushing the skin of his cock back, sucking at the tenderest part of his big hunk of peter.
She could not reach his neck, but she had her arms as far around his barrel chest as they would go, and her face was buried against his sweating skin. "OHHHH! COME ON, DADDY! CUM! CUM! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG! OHHHH! GRACIOUS GOODNESS! HOW LOVELY! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" And her young voice ran down as the violent fuck-motions of her young body slowed.
But the first thing she said, after her breath was less wild, was: "Please leave it in me, Daddy! Please don't take it out. Oh, it feels so good! So good!" And then, kissing him on the chest, "I know it's hard for you to hold yourself up. If you roll on your side, it'll stay in, wont it?"
He laughed. As he had last night, he felt a new rush of confidence. At this rate-and expecially if he could fuck a couple of those big-titted kids like Eva had brought home today-he could go out the way he used to. Fuck every gal in town, he boasted mentally, thinking of the ripeness of Myrna, the firm bodies of the young kids at the swimming pools, the lush charms of older women.
"It's still so big and hard!" his little girl cried, putting her hand down to their joined bodies as he rolled them both over. "Gee, Daddy, how long does it stay that way? Wow! Am I ever full of juice. Every time I breathe a little of it squirts down my leg."
"That's because you're a wonderful, sweet, tiny little chick with a lovely, sweet, tiny little cunt," her dad laughed. "You're so tight that my load of semen crowds you. And my cock's still hard. Listen, baby, if we stayed just this way, and I fucked into you just a little, every couple of minutes, it wouldn't go down at all. And in ten minutes, I could be ready to do it again."
She fucked against him, pouting. "Say it right," she ordered. "Don't give me that sissy 'I could do it again' business."
He grinned and lazily worked his big cock into her and out of her, pumping out a lot of his slick seed. "I could fuck you again, that's what I mean, Evie. You love those words. I'll bet you havent been using them very long, have you?"
She nestled against him, the cuddling movement of her body giving his sensitive cock an almost unbearable pleasure. "I've never said any such word in my life until yesterday," she breathed. "Never! Do you believe that, Daddy?"
He put his big hand behind her, into the slippery crack of her cum-flooded young ass, pressing his fingers against her tiny little asshole, against the hairy area around the lips which held his cock. "I believe anything you tell me, Evie," he whispered. "But listen, honey-I've got to pull it out and go back to work."
She protested, but let him pull his reeking cock out of her slippery hole. "He's a tiny bit smaller," she said. "And so sweet!"
She opened her mouth wide and took the big but softening head as deep as she could. She sucked, then licked carefully, then pulled away and held it while she licked it clean, clear down to his matted hair, which held white drops pumped out of her tight little cunt.
"I wish you didn't have to go," she pouted. "Now that we've gotten me so, well, so needful of sex. So hot for a fuck, I mean," she said, her dark eyes dancing. "I want to see if that works-for you to leave it in and screw again without taking it out. Can we?"
Her father zipped his pants and pulled a bright knit shirt over his head. He smiled at her, then bent and sucked hard and long on her cum-filled pussy, making her squeal as a cum-quake flooded her.
"Tonight, baby," he promised. "For sure tonight."
CHAPTER TEN
After her father left, blowing her a kiss, Eva lay on her back with her legs drawn up and knees wide apart. She saw her slickly pink inner cunt stretched comfortably, warmly open, and dabbled in the sloppiness of it with the fingers of both hands, her arms around her thighs so she could reach it all.
It gave her a marvelous feeling, since she was so completely sensitized by the mauling cock, the long-lasting orgasm. There was a wealth of her dad's seed, and she languidly scooped it up as it came out of her, licking it off her fingers, ready to cum again at the feeling she got from licking up the juice that had been sucked out of her father's balls by her slurping pussy.
"You did all right," she complimented her little puss, touching it tenderly, gathering up more of the wholesome cum juice. It had never seemed lovelier or more valuable to her than right now, and she thought that she was, indeed, a lucky girl.
"To love your cunt," she murmured. "How wonderful! And to have all the fucking your cunt needs! How lucky can a girl get?"
She thought of Cindy, her new friend, and let her legs down, sitting up, laughing at the way her open cuntlips tingled from contact with the coverlet. There had been a big rush of blood as her father's massive cock had stirred her female organs again, but most of it was in the drying semen on her inner thigh. "And Daddy must have sucked out the rest," she whispered. Happy, happy! She got up and went out in the hall. She had slipped her short cotton robe on again, but it was wide open. The warm air in the hall felt good on her soft skin, and the action of her cuntlips, one against the other, as she walked toward her room, felt too marvelous for words.
She listened outside her door, wondering whether or not to knock, and hearing nothing, she went in. It was unbelievable, too sweet to describe.
Leaning back in her big chair, her beloved Jodie had his hard cock in the air. His legs were wide apart. Between them, her face away from Eva, knelt Cindy. Eva gasped at the beauty of the young blonde's body. Her softly parted ass was open enough to show the thick, pouting lips of her cunt. Her hair, which had seemed invisible, had been darkened by the wet flow from her vagina and the seed from Jodie's dick. She was leaning forward, holding her full, deep breasts one in each hand, and she was obviously trying to capture Jodie's hard-on between them. As Eva watched, Joe moved forward enough so that the tall girl got her warm breasts around the boy's prick. At once, she began to bob up and down, as though in obeisance to a ruler, so that her tender boobs and their smooth skin were, in effect, jerking Jodie off. Eva could see it all in a mirror, and she caught her breath in a spasm of fuck-heat.
The young girl's soft mouth was open, her young face grave with concentration as she tried to keep the red-tipped cock close and hot between her beautiful, firm titties. And, each time she bobbed down, Jodie's cock came within a quarter-inch of the girl's full-lipped mouth. He must be feeling her breath.
Eva spoke softly. "Don't move, either of you, and don't stop, Cindy," she whispered. "No! Keep on!" She watched the crimson tide of an all-over blush flood over the firm young body, and went to pat her new friend on the silken smoothness of her shoulder. In spite of Eva's words, the blonde child had let go her breasts and knelt there, her head down, the stain of embarrassment tinting her body.
Eva dropped beside her and turned the girl's face to hers. She kissed Cindy gently, then more heatedly. "You lovely, warm, wonderful person," she whispered, reaching to handle one of the long tits. She turned to look up at her brother. "What were you doing?" she demanded. "I hope you've been nice to Cindy."
He shifted his strong young body, then answered: "I hope you know what you're doing, letting someone in on family secrets!" His tone was one of outraged righteousness.
Oddly, to him, both girls began to laugh.
Cindy arose and helped Eva up. "This dummy," she said, jerking her thumb at Joe, "this wonderful dummy, came in and found me on the bed, with my behind wide open. Without checking to see who it was, he began to screw me, hollering, 'Oh, Sis, you're so great!' and calling me 'Evie' while he fucked me." She fell on the smaller girl and they howled with laughter.
"So. Who gave away family secrets?" Eva asked. She turned and patted Jodie on his cock, now wilted. "You're all right, both of you," she said. "You're wonderful, in fact. Considering that Jodie never had a girl until yesterday, and Cindy never had anyone, boy or girl, until today." She hugged the blonde. "How was it?" she asked.
Cindy closed her eyes. One hand went over her breasts, one to cover her blonde-furred cunt. "It was marvelous!" she moaned. "Too marvelous! I was so hot, thinking of you, waiting for you, that I began to shoot it the minute he stuck his cock into me! And Evie, is that ever a good position! I could push and pull like I was in command, and I'll bet no girl ever had it go deeper into her on her back than Joe went into me on my side! No way!"
To Eva, recalling what had just happened, this was the height of bombast, but she had no thought of proving Cindy wrong. Instead, she said, "What you guys were doing looked great, but it gave me an idea of how to do it a lot better." She looked first at Cindy, then at her brother. "Did you cum more than once?" she inquired.
Cindy looked contrite. "He only came once. I shot my wad about nineteen times." She shivered voluptuously, holding her breats with her smooth arms. "He thought of having me fuck him with my boobs." She giggled nervously. "I tried sucking him off, but he said he wanted something new. And different." She turned reproachful eyes on Jodie. "You acted like you'd been around the world three times," she said. "And you never had a girl before yesterday!"
Joe opened his mouth to retort, but Eva said, "Never mind. You gave me an idea. How you can both be satisfied. Get on the bed, Cindy."
She arranged the pillows so that the blonde girl could lean against them, not sitting, not lying. She motioned to Joe. "Get up here and get straddle of her thighs. There, see? Put your hands on the headboard and there you are-your peter's exactly where it ought to be. But it's not hard." She giggled. "Jodie, roll over here between my legs." She felt bolder than ever before in her life. Far above any old ideas. Her cunt was open and red-laced by swollen veins. There was a smear of drying semen on her thigh, a drop or two in her cunt hair.
"Suck me," she ordered briefly. "Cindy, while he sucks me, you take hold of that old soft peter of his. Hold his balls in your other hand. Wow! Jodie! Don't turn me inside out! Go easy or I'll cum too quick. Ooooh, Cindy, move around a little so I can reach your boobs. They're so sweet! No wonder Joe wanted to fuck between them."
She fell silent, closing her eyes, hunching her sweetly split ass up in a rhythm with her brother's sucking. She stroked one of Cindy's long, firm breasts with a knowing pressure, moaning slightly, letting her little finger close hard on the nipple.
"Is he hard yet," she asked in a hoarse whisper. "I'm about to let it go-OHH! OHHH! SUCK ME, BABY! LET ME CUM! WOW! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
She came out of it hanging on to Jodie's curly hair, her warm thighs clasped around his head. "Look at that cock," she whispered. "Talk about quick recovery!"
She ordered them back to their positions. "Hold your boobs up a little. You're sweating, that ought to make them slick enough. Joe, lean on her and get your peter in there. Ooooh, that's a beautiful sight. Now, start fucking! Back and forth, up and down!" She giggled. "I sound like Jack Lalanne."
She waited a moment. Jodie's cock was going between Cindy's compressed breasts, the swollen red head coming right up to her chin.
"Bend your neck, Cindy, get your head down," Eva said. "Oh, my goodness, this is a hot sight! Catch his peter when he fucks up! It's going right to you. Jodie, fuck harder, get it a little farther up.
That's it!"
The young boy was panting, his face red, his cock becoming more and more swollen. Each time it plunged up between her voluptuous breasts, it went directly into the sweet young mouth, which was drooling saliva as Cindy sucked the red head vigorously. In a gentle frenzy of desire and friendship, Eva reached between Cindy's legs, put her hand up into the warmth between the blonde girl's thighs, and found the juicy split. Without a word, she plugged it with two fingers, shoving in deep, past the closure muscles which were gripping and releasing, under the sweetly padded pubic arch, and into the flowing, writhing young cunt. As she moved her finger, curved to massage the sensitive areas in the slick folds of Cindy's cunt, she heard a loud cry and the girl hunched violently.
"OH, MY! OH JODIE! SHOOT IT, BABY! I'M CUMMING!" It was a long wail of deep love and pleasure. From where she crouched, Eva looked around her brother's busy torso. He was ramming with the speed and rhythm of a jackhammer. And he was cumming, hard and fast. Each time his streaming cock went into the sweet lips of the girl under him, Eva could see it jerk, and each time, as he pulled back, she could see his thick, rich seed leak out of Cindy's lips, no matter how hard and fast the girl swallowed. She made a decision.
"Sit up," she cried. "Sit up, Cindy! Get it all in your mouth and hold it!" She was amazed that she could get through to the sex-crazed brain so quickly. Cindy released her breasts, sitting up so that she took the entire length of the young boy's spurting cock in her throat, and they fell on their sides, where he continued to fuck. But now he was driving deep in Cindy's tonsils, spilling his slick load in her throat. Drops of it were on her breasts, which seemed much larger, swollen by her orgasm.
When they all at last lay still, Cindy put out a hand and patted Eva on her dark head. "You're so wonderful," she whispered. "Isn't she, Jodie? Our leader! Oh, Evie, what you've done for me! I guess that was your finger, wasn't it? It felt so good, I had to cum."
The small girl laughed gustily. "I got off, too," she said. "It felt like a string of firecrackers, like I shot it fifteen times. Wow! Feel your leg, Cindy. I was fucking your leg. It got to me, all that heat, all that crazy sex. I had to get in on it."
She rolled away and sat up. Just in time, for her pink telephone shattered the quiet. "Hello," she said. "Yes, ma'am, this is Eva James. Oh, sure, Mrs. Valentine. We were just fooling around, talking. My brother Joe, and Cindy and I. Oh, you know about Jodie? Yes, ma'am, he certainly is. I'll tell him, I know he'll be pleased. Here's Cindy. Yes, ma'am, thank you. We like Cindy, too."
The blonde girl, her breasts and pussy tingling, her sweet body filled with the warmth of hammering orgasms, talked briefly.
"Mom's tickled to death that I've got some new friends," she said, holding her sides. "She thought I should take a cab and get on home." She burst out laughing. "She's always thought that Trisha Malone and Mary Winner would get me into trouble. She's so happy I know you and Jodie. She knows about his swimming."
She picked up her panties which she had stripped off before she and Eva had gotten into the shower together. "Is it okay for me to call a cab from here?" she asked.
"Don't be silly," Eva spoke up. "You ever ride behind a guy on a motorbike?" She laughed and patted the blonde girl on the soft mound in her panties, the springy triangle of tender flesh at the juncture of her thighs and belly. "Jodie'll take you home. Your mom won't bitch. She thinks Jodie's hot stuff."
"So do it," Cindy whispered, dropping her eyes. "Oh, Evie," and she hugged and kissed the small dark girl repeatedly, "You'll just never know what you've done for me!" .
The house seemed quiet after the pair of them had roared out of the driveway on Joe's motorbike. Eva felt the marvelous tiredness of sexual repletion, of a feast of cock and cunt, fucking and sucking, which only added to her store of inward flame. "The more you fuck, the more you feel like it," she said aloud, hugging her small but fuck-inflamed breasts. Oh, thank you, thank you!" she cried to whatever or whomever might be listening. "It's all so sweet, so good!"
She went downstairs into the kitchen, getting out things for their dinner. She heard someone come in at the front door, and felt no real alarm that she was naked. It would only be daddy or Joe, and both of them had seen her naked within the past hour. But what if it were both of them? Jodie knew about her and daddy. Had good old dad sensed what was between her and Joe?
There were quick steps and she looked up, smiling. It was Joe, and he looked marvelous. He came to her quickly, not content just to hug her warmly nude body. Oh, no! Jodie baby, who had been so scared of girls and sex only yesterday, put his strong arm clear over and around his sister, grabbing a handful of cuntlips and cum slime as he boldly crammed his hand between the firm little cheeks of her ass. With the other hand, he squeezed one of her soft little titties until she writhed and groaned in pained ecstasy. She could not cry out because his mouth was on hers, his tongue down her throat. Almost as thick and long and strong as daddy's.
She felt a rise of heat in her body, but bumped her beloved Joe away. "Cool it, you nut!" she laughed. "Gracious, you're getting too bold, all of a sudden. First me, and you were so scared you wouldn't stick it in me, just last night. Now, just like that, a new girl, and you're all of a sudden Don Juan. You want daddy to catch us?"
Jodie's voice seemed deeper. No fooling, for a twelve-year-old guy, he was really far out. "What could he say?" the boy asked. "He's screwing you, too! Don't you think I know the taste of jism? You were full of it a while ago, when I sucked you. Remember?"
Little Eva was getting into a pinafore-type apron. It covered her completely, even her bare, sweet little ass. "You watch your mouth, buddy-boy," she said. "He doesn't know you know that. Anyhow, no matter about how brave you are, do you want to get me in trouble?"
Her brother caught her in his arms. "No way, sis," he promised. "Not for anything in the world! I keep forgetting. He doesn't know, and I'm not about to let him know."
In Marquez, in the parking lot behind his store, Kelly James stood partly concealed by his truck, took out his cock, and began to make a large puddle of peepee on the graveled surface. Just to feel this serviceable, pleasure-giving old cock made him feel good. He thought of Myrna and the softly working cunt he had had his finger in earlier today.
Damn! There was a ton of cunt around. And now that he had his confidence back, no more fear of shooting his load on a woman's belly before he could get it in her, he was going to get his share.
His thick organ was still a bit damp, and he could smell the wonderful sweetness that had come from his little girl's pussy as he and she had finally gotten all of him inside her. So sweet!
"How come, all of a sudden, she showed me her twat?" he mused aloud. "There was something in the air. Had to be." He shook the last few drops of urine from his prick, knowing a couple of drops would still dampen his drawers. He smote the truck cab with his fist. "That kid! The way she takes care of us! Could she be taking care of Jodie?"
The thought tickled him, although it made him slightly angry.
"She's a real little mother," he muttered. "She'd teach him how to screw if she thought it would help him!"
As he went into the store, he saw David and Chloe Valentine go past in their white Mercedes. There was someone in the back seat, he couldn't tell who. He grinned. When Chloe had been Chloe Barnes instead of Chloe Valentine, when she had first come here to visit, she had really been something. Now, she was his banker's wife. "I wonder if she ever reminisces about me and my cock," the big hardware man said under his breath. "Hell, she was ten years older than me. And rich, besides." He shook his head, grinning. "They'll all fuck, once you get it in 'em," he said. "She sure liked the old dickeroo then. Wonder if she's still as hot as ever?"
He called home to ask Eva if he should bring anything for dinner. "Or I can pick up some burgers or chicken or ribs," he said, "and spare you cooking on such a hot day."
"Excuse me a second, Daddy," Eva said, and put her hand over the phone. Joe had two of his big fingers in her hotly running little pussy. It felt fine, but it made her mad. "Leave me alone," she said. "Stop acting like a big man."
She pushed Joe away and spoke into the phone. "Okay, Daddy," she said. "Chicken or ribs would be nice. Or whatever you feel like." She laughed lightly. "To tell you the truth, I'm a little bushed."
Her dad thought of that slight form with all of his big cock buried in it. Must have been touching her backbone, he thought. But Good Jesus, what a marvelous, busy, tight, monkey-on-a-stick fuck!
The thought made his cock swell immediately. He heaved a sigh and whispered into the phone: "Still want it from the other end?" he asked. He forgot Myrna, forgot Chloe, even forgot the slim little blondie whose tits were hanging out on the bed when he had looked in Eva's room this afternoon. He thought of the way his little kid had stuck her tongue out and let his big cock slide over it, into her warm, slick mouth. Sweat started on his body. He was ready!
Eva's voice was serene. "That would be lovely, Daddy," she said.
She turned to Jodie, more than half angry. "You're getting too big for your britches," she said tartly. "I won't have it, hear? You do as I say, behave when I ask you to, politely, or you'll never so much as feel me again. And don't tell me you can get all you want, now that I've given you the guts to get started. Girls are sort of funny. They hang together. I can say a few words to Cindy, she can spread it around Echo Lane, and there won't be a girl in the Marquez area that's going to give you a screw."
She turned away, tears of anger in her eyes.
Jodie was immediately contrite. "Jeez-us, Evie, don't be mad at me," he implored. "I was just feeling gay and high. You're right, about me getting too big for my britches. I'll be good, I promise. But honest, something wild happened after I left here. Two things."
He sounded so sincere that Eva wiped away her tears and smiled.
"All right," she said. "I know you're dying to tell. Go on."
He walked around the big kitchen, stroking his cock where it lay, half hard, under his trunks. "First," he said, trying not to laugh, "that Cindy, she's a hot kid, right?"
Eva, remembering the sweetness and response of the blonde girl, said "She sure is!" She looked puzzled. "You didn't screw on the way?"
"No, no, nothing like that," Joe said. "But she kept hugging me, you know, being behind me on the bike. And every so often, she's moan and hug real tight, and try to get her hand on my dick. It was crazy! Now, you want to know why?"
Eva laughed. "Do I have a choice?" she asked. "Go ahead."
"She was cumming," Joe said, his eyes wide. "The warmth of the seat, the vibration. She said it was nearly as good as a fuck! She had me stop in her dad's orange grove and feel her crotch. Wow! She was wet and slick! She had really been shooting the cum juice!" He laughed. "She wanted me to screw her again, but I was scared." He flushed. "Good thing I didn't."
"Why?" Eva asked. With no dinner to cook, she felt at ease. Dad wouldn't be home for at least an hour. She moved over and felt of Jodie's cock, through his trunks, and kissed him, shooting her slick tongue into his mouth. "Come on upstairs," she whispered. "Tell me the rest up there."
She looked at her bed, once they were in her room, and laughed. "I see cum juice," she said. She turned in a shiver of cuntal heat and tugged her brother's swim trunks down and off. "Oh, baby!" she moaned, taking Jodie's cock in her mouth for a quick suck. "Wasn't it fun, all of it, today?"
She looked at the coverlet again. "Couple of red dots," she laughed. "Guess you and dad got my period all sucked out. Ooooh! I'm really hot! Want me to suck you some more?"
He waved his hard cock at her. "I like your pussy better'n Cindy's," he said. "It's tighter. And it sort of sucks on me."
"My goodness! That's such a sweet thing to say, baby!" She held his cock and an idea came to her. "Listen," she said, "we don't want to upset any apple cart, right? So let's go out in the hall. I'll lean over and hold on to the rail over the hall. You can stick it into me from behind. We haven't tried it that way." She gave his hard cock a squeeze that made him jump. "Then, if dad drives in, we can see him and break it up."
It was great, out there in the hall. Eva wasn't really long-legged enough to match Jodie's greater height. But she got two thick books, one for under each foot, and Joe bent his legs, so that he could stick it right into her. First, though, he knelt down and gave it a long, hard suck. "It's so lovely, sis," he said. "So pink, so slick, so hot!"
The shock of his cock, as he sank it into her, was fantastic. It seemed two inches longer, this way.
"You're jamming my womb," she said tensely, grabbing the rail. "Ooooh! That's really going in deep! Hold still a minute." She waggled her tenderly shaped young ass from side to side, and the rub of Joe's cock on her cunt walls was too beautiful to bear. "OH, GOODNESS!" she cried. "Take it easy! That almost got me off!"
Jodie jammed it into her, took her soft rump in both hands, and made her go through the same waggle, laughing. "Cum ahead," he said. "Be my guest. You can shoot it two for one with me, anyhow."
"Push it in and hold me, baby!" the girl gasped. OH! OH! FUCK ME HARDER! OH! OHHHHH!" she shivered, and he felt the shiver around his hard cock, in a tug and slide of cunt muscle.
"Wow!" he said softly. "That's the greatest, the way you do that! Bang! Bang! Bang!" He fucked in and out slowly. She was not so tight, now that her cunt had relaxed, had pumped its fluids freely. "That feel good to you, sis?"
"Crazy!" she gasped. "Tell me what else happened. But keep shoving. In and out. Easy, easy. Oh, Jodie, that's so sweet!"
"You know, I said it was a good thing I didn't screw Cindy? Well, she'd no sooner said good-bye and started toward the house-it's a mansion!-and I no sooner started to put my prick away. Hey, did I say I had to take a leak?" He was moving his dick in and out of his sister, moving his hips from side to side, so he could get a rub on the side-walls of her slick vagina. "Anyhow, I was. And some real nice lady, an older lady, in one of those light dresses with big flowers on it, you know?" He was still, and the hard throb of his cock told his sister he was on the verge of shooting it into her.
"Flowery print," she said. Her butt wiggled. "Ooooh, Jodie! I came a little! Could you feel it? Oh, baby, thank you for this fuck!" She felt all her inner organs glow, and seem to swell. "Is any blood pumping out? Gee, this is the easiest period I ever had! Oooohh! Wow! So the nice lady caught you taking a little pee for yourself? Did she faint? Oh, Jodie, fuck me hard, baby! OHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!" the wordless cry was accompanied by a hard trembling as she came again, and the boy almost lost her as she jumped.
His voice shook. "You damn near got yourself a cunt full of juice," he said. No, she didn't faint. Not her. You won't believe this. I was scared out of my nut, just stood there with my cock in my hand. It was still half hard from feeling Cindy's butt. And this lady-damn it, she was really a nice looking lady, even if she did have white hair!-anyhow, she walked right up and took hold of it, shook it, and said, 'Who are you, my boy? I haven't seen such a peter in twenty years!' "
He began to pump in and out of his sister's sweet little cunt.
He was watching the swollen lips of her pussy. They looked twice as big as they had. And the inner folds, they were in sight, wrapped around his pole. They were pink and slick with cum goo and, as he pumped, his slick white semen bubbled out and rolled slowly down into the hair on her belly.
As he pulled out, Eva turned and fell to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth, licking it free of the wholesome fuck juice.
"I love it!" she breathed. "I just simply love it!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I don't know why I love that jism so much," Eva said pleasantly to her dad as she kissed him good-bye. "My throat ached last night, but it was worth it. Gee, you're big! Aren't you? Bigger than most guys?"
He started to say: "Bigger than Joe," because he was pretty sure about the two of them, but he saw no reason to hurt his baby girl's feelings. "I guess I'm hung pretty good," he said. "Baby, thanks for last night."
She unconsciously put her hand to her pussy. She grinned. "I ought to thank you," she said. "All you've taught me about a girl's feel-good spots. And a guy's. Daddy, it sure was nice."
They heard Jodie slam the door to his room, and Kelly left, his cock nice and warm. Some kid! Well, she'd marry some day, but until then, how wonderful to have her around!
On the bus, Eva said: "But Jodie, you said that that lady had white hair! And she said she was coming over here? To get some of that?" And she nodded toward his crotch. "Wow!" she laughed. "Some old lady!"
"Hey, she was okay, I tell you, Evie. She took my hand and put it on her tit-she didn't have on one of those things, you know, that some ladies wear. And her titties were like Cindy's. Firm. You know?"
"Didn't have on a brassiere," Eva said. "Pretty good. You said she knew who you were? How would she know that?"
Joe shrugged. "She didn't say. Just knew me, that's all."
Eva laughed. "Somebody's kidding somebody," she said. "And if she did come over, what would you do?" She looked keenly at him.
In spite of his size, he looked like a little boy, trying to prove his bravery. "I'd fuck her," she said. "Sis, I'd fuck her!"
Life is dull only to dull people. And to the unjaded appetites of kids, it's a kaleidoscope of color and emotion.
Jodie James was scared to death. The lady was nice. "Call me Harriet," she had said. "I like swimmers. I saw you at the pool. You're only twelve, but you've got a time three-fifths of a second off the Olympic record in the hundred meter freestyle, right?" She drove the big white car with one hand, putting the other right into the boy's crotch. He looked out the car window, his heart leaping, and saw an astonished Eva, shaking her head. It tickled him so much that he laughed.
Harriet rubbed harder into his crotch. "Take it out," she said abruptly. "Let me feel it. I can't believe you're only twelve. That's a marvelous lot of meat for a boy your age." She withdrew her hand while Joe, feeling like the boldest, biggest man in town, opened his fly and exposed the hair and the upper part of his cock. "It's not much right now," he explained. "Yesterday, it was nearly hard."
Harriet's hand was warm and soft, just like Eva's. In spite of her white hair. He remembered her boobs. Terrific! He grew bolder. When she had worked her hand all the way around his cock-it was growing, all the time-and had brought it out, he held her hand on it and jerked back and forth.
The woman with the sweet, soft mouth, the kind blue eyes, and the white hair laughed. "You want Harriet to jerk you off?" she asked. "Wouldn't you rather have me give you a blow job? Oooh, baby, do I?"
There was a tall, thick hedge along the block they were in, and Harriet, her sweet, faintly wrinkled face intent, guided the big car to the curb and cut the engine. "Golly, I want to look at it," she said in a hushed voice. "Were you fooling around with that girl I saw you with yesterday?" It was all she could do to keep from laughing. She had always gotten just about everything she wanted out of life, including laughs. When she had seen the Valentine kid pulling her legs apart and holding them high, and watched the boy, obviously at the girl's request, feel her pussy, she knew what she was going to do. And she had done it.
Watched this marvelous kid piss, then simply walked out from behind the orange tree and took hold of his prick.
"Hey," Jodie said, moving slightly as the experienced woman felt his cock, "how come you know about my times?"
"My son's a swimming coach," she said. "I'm interested in my son, and he asked me to check you out. Boy, oh, boy," she said in a low voice, holding the red head of Joe's cock in her hand.
"How old were you when you got into fucking?" she asked. Her sweet face was alive with warmth and good cheer.
Joe flushed. "I was able to, uh, shoot my load a year ago," he said. "I was eleven and a few months."
She leaned over and kissed him on the head of his cock. "Do you know a safe place we can go?" she asked. "I'm hot enough to die."
His heart was beating very hard as he directed her to his home. When she shook her head, he said: "It's okay. My sister won't bug us. She's my best friend. And I told her I was going to, uh, stick it in you if I got a chance."
"What about your dad?" Harriet, asked. Her mouth was full of spit, and her knees felt weak. This was unbelievable.
They were almost home. Jodie thought. "Do you mind going into this alley?" he asked. "There's a perfectly safe place. Dad never comes out in the back yard. And back here, nobody's apt to see your car. Here," he said. "By this hedge. Pull in by the stone fence."
He managed to get his hand under Harriet's dress as she moved to get out of the car. He wasn't going to have her fooling around with his dick like that, and not let her know he was a man. Even if he was just twelve. When he discovered she didn't have on any panties, it was as exciting as it had been yesterday, when he had slipped it to an unsuspecting Cindy.
The woman clutched his forearm and closed her eyes. "Good kid!" she whispered. "You know where it's at, all right. God! Let's get it on, baby! Where's that place?"
The yard man who came every two weeks was especially proud of the tall hedge of eugenias that hid the service yard. There was a thick, soft turf there, and Jodie ran into the house and brought out a quilt. Harriet began to laugh.
"You marvelous man!" she said feelingly. "Just like old times. I haven't had my bottom freckled in thirty-five years. Here, Jodie, get your pants off! Oh, hurry, man! I've got to have your cock!"
They fell on the quilt, and the thick turf was like a good bed. Harriet put her legs up in the air and her soft, colorful print dress fell on her belly. The hair on her cunt was a dark red, and Jodie, crazy to get all of this experience he could, hardly able to believe such an adventure was happening, rubbed his hand on it, and down into the warm, moist cleft.
"That's it, Jodie," the white haired lady groaned. She had hold of his cock, and she said, "Get it in! Now! Please! Oh, please, Jodie!"
He was completely fascinated. He knew now that she was older than his dad, older than Mrs. Hale, the principal at his school. But she had a cunt, and she was hot to trot, and she wanted him. But he was proud. He was no dumb kid.
He put his hand under the right side of her beautiful ass. It felt smooth and soft, smooth as Evie's, but softer. "Raise it up," he ordered. "Get it up so I can see it."
In her frenzy to get a cock into her, the woman groaningly lifted her body. "Stick it in me," she whispered, her eyes closed. "Oh, please, Jodie! Fuck me!"
He aimed the red head of his cock at the hole which showed itself as a cluster of bubbly-pink folds. Just like Eva's or Cindy's. It went in easily, and she seemed large. But suddenly she started moving her body, and then, miraculously, something inside her sort of snapped at his prick, holding it, then letting it go. It was wonderful, and he fucked into her hard, timing his thrust to her inner clasping, and to her moans.
She suddenly grabbed his face and pulled it down to hers, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. It was slick and sweet, her breath like a baby's, and she began a wild, pumping fuck that made him hang on to her as she moaned around his tongue. When she fell exhausted on the quilt, she looked at him with a hazy, loving smile. "Thanks," she said. "I needed that!"
He laughed at the joke, and fucked gently into her, making her squirm and protest. "Hey, baby, I'm tender as hell," Harriet said. "Furthermore, I'm old enough to be your grandma. Take it easy, I don't want to get fucked to death. Only almost to death!"
His cock felt so good to her that she squeezed it with the experienced muscle in her well trained pussy, and grinned as he looked at her inquiringly. "Hey, that's pretty nice," he said admiringly. "Do all girls-all ladies, I mean," and he blushed at his ignorance-Can they all do that?" At the word "that", he plunged his young cock into her as hard as he could, and laughed when she jumped.
The gray-haired lady clung to him, moaning and laughing.
"What a character you are," she said. "Listen, don't be so rough and you'll learn to have more fun. Oh, your peter feels so good in me! Make it throb for me. OOOH! Yesss, yesss! That's it, baby, that's what I meant. Now, lie still."
Once again she worked those magical muscles inside her twat, and Jodie, this time, remained completely still and let the older lady's marvelous cunt suck him gently.
"Wow!" he whispered, "that's nice!"
Harriet said: "When you come up to Metro to talk to my son, we can lie in bed all day and try nice little things. Being out here in front of God and everybody is sort of nice, but it's a nervous feeling. Don't you think so?"
He could not admit that everything about fucking made him nervous. He could not change the fact that, for all his quick experience, he was still only a boy, a twelve-year-old child. So he answered, fucking into her in a long stroke: "Naw! This is okay out here."
Eva thought it was okay, too. In her room upstairs, on her bed which was by the window, she could see them perfectly. She was amazed at the beauty of the older woman's body, its firmness. I wish I could see her boobs, the girl thought. They can't be like Jodie said.
But she could see the firmness of the woman's thighs and rump and belly, the darkness of her cunt hair, the practiced rhythm with which she had been fucking. She could even hear what they said, it was so still on this late summer day. I wonder what she did to make old Joe say 'pretty nice'?
The slickly wet strap of her nylon panties interfered with the free access of her fingers. She had been warm in the crotch all day, and had decided that it might be a good idea to let Jodie have her pussy in the mornings after dad had left and before they had to run for the bus. Joe's rendezvous with the mysterious, hot, white-haired lady had been funny, but it had also warmed her pussy. After she saw them and realized Joe hadn't been fantasizing, she had hurried home, not even thinking that Jodie might choose the service yard as a place to fuck his new friend. So, seeing it, her pussy had begun to move, to chew on its own nerves, to itch and burn and beg for some relief. It was only natural that she should push one hand under her warm little belly and feel for the buried clitoris, slopping about in all that warmth of girl-goo. But that damned strap!
She rolled over quickly and shucked her panties off, looking down at the fuzzy pad of dark hair that meshed over the top of her slit. "You sweet thing!" she said aloud, and stood up, spreading her legs and bending her knees, opening herself to her skilled fingers. It felt so good that she bruised her titties with her other arm, loving their sex pain, and then, in one motion, wriggled out of her dress.
"That's better," she said, and turned back to watch Jodie and the older woman with the nice body.
"This sun's hurting my eyes, Jodie," Harriet said. "I like all of this, but I'm more the indoor type. Listen, how'd you like to try it dog-fashion? It's really nice that way. You can see my pussy, watch your dickie go into me, and I can make my muscles work-make 'em wink at you. How about it?"
He caught himself just as he was about to say: "My sister and I did it that way last night." Instead, he tried to get his hand in the front of her dress, and said: "You can let your boobs hang out, too, and I can squeeze them."
Eva's fingers were working slowly in the folds of her cunt. She was sloppy with her vaginal fluids, and she had already cum, a series of gentle waves of lust. She was so bemused that she did not hear her door open, and, when the bed groaned and moved, she simply reached back, knowing it would be her father.
Kelly James thought that the sight of his little girl, naked to his eyes, on her belly, with her sweet little pussy pouting between the cheeks of her lovely young ass, was the most beautiful he had ever seen.
He had come in quietly, opening his fly to let his hard cock out, and had shed his slacks and shorts in the hall. Now, seeing that bullseye of tender flesh, thick lips covered with fine hair, open to show the pinkness and joy-juice, he simply crawled between Eva's outstretched legs and shoved his prick as far as it would go into her.
She was on the verge of a cum, watching that lovely white-haired lady turn her rump to Jodie, letting those marvelous boobs hang out. She reached behind her to feel her daddy's hard prong going into her. Going into her, into her, straining, feeling great, and then, bang!
Her whole body began to convulse as the giant orgasm poured through her, burning, exploding. "AAARRRGGGHHH!" she screamed, biting the coverlet to keep from alerting the joyous pair who were fucking. She felt the hard roll of meat jar her insides, stretching her almost to the torture point, and she fucked back and up at her dad just as the wonderful old girl in the service yard fucked up and back at Jodie.
"Oh, daddy!" she sobbed, just above a whisper, "that was so wonderful! I was so hot! Can you reach down here some way and kiss me?"
In his male triumph, Kelly James lifted his head and bent so he could reach his daughter's lips. As he did so, a flutter of movement beyond the dark green hedge, on the bright green grass, caught his eye. He looked, using up a moment to take it all in, while Eva's happy, strong young cunt muscles caressed his dick.
The firm, silky-smooth buttocks that Harriet turned to Jodie were deliciously parted. Between them, her big cunt lips, framed by dark hair, bulged out to show the pink interior, slimed with the clear, sweet cunt juice. Her magnificent breasts hung almost to the quilt as she rested on her elbows, waggling her beautiful ass at the young boy just as Eva had, only yesterday.
Her gay voice came to them clearly on the still, hot air: "Give it to me, baby! Let me have that super-cock!" And, as the strong lad pushed it in, her voice, now husky, calling: "That's it, baby! Oh, sweet Jesus! FUCK ME! I'M SHOOTING IT! FUCK! FUCK!"
Something gave way in Kelly James' inflamed mind. He had struggled with his conscience, with his ingrained conventionality, for the past three days. He had not been able to resist the warm little body, the slick, tight little pussy that had been offered to him, however innocently, by his daughter. He had not been able to take care of the strange surge of sexuality that had made him so bold with both Mae Scully and Myrna Wheeler. His conflicts had run deep, giving him the pride of maleness and the pangs of fear and conscience to tug and tear at his soul. Now, however illogically, he had an object for his punishing frustrations, a surrogate for his own guilt.
"Oh, daddy!" wailed Eva, her hot little cunt suddenly aching as he pulled out his big, warm peter. "Oh, daddy, don't!" as he rushed from the room. She felt abandoned, frightened. She had felt all the wonderful, vital sucking inside her that a big cum produces. Now, so abruptly and painfully left cockless, she shivered in the ache of abandonment. But she owed something to her brother.
"Jodie!" she cried in a shrill voice. "Look out! Daddy's coming!"
As Kelly James, half naked, burst through the gap in the hedge, his son, startled by Eva's warning, leaped nimbly through another opening a few feet away. That was okay with Kelly, he had not considered his son an object of attack.
The startled Harriet, completely unaware of all that was happening, only crouched, unable to move, as the strong-cocked young boy left her and disappeared.
"You wanted a fuck, old lady, you'll get a fuck!" the big man shouted. He still had his big erection, since no more than a few seconds had passed since he had withdrawn it, dripping with her cuntal secretions, from his little daughter's warm body.
Harriet jumped as the heavy cock penetrated her. She had been in a state of fuck-madness ever since the day before, when she had been drawn to Jodie's cock as he pissed in the orange grove. Picking him up, playing with his young organ, inhaling its crudely masculine aromas, all had added to her heat. Plus, of course, a couple of good, hard orgasms here in the service yard. She did not care whose cock it was that slammed into her. It hurt for a moment, hitting her womb a blow as hard as a fist to the gut. But it was one of those delightful pangs which only women can appreciate. Big hands grasped her hanging breasts, swollen with heat, and mauled them so that their pangs of brutal heat raced to her inflamed cunt.
She was pumping out another cum before Kelly James had banged his big prick into her three times. "Oh, God!" she screamed, pumping her ass back as furiously as his weight would permit. "OHHHHH! FUCK ME HARD, BABY! FUCK ME HARD!" The surging blast of release, brought to a peak by the stretching and battering of her tender, responsive cunt, weakened her with joy so that she fell forward, unable to keep her body braced against this strange assault.
As she fell, Kelly James, his mind inflamed with anger and lust, felt the cunt slip from around his dick. In a blind rage of anger and fuck-need, he grasped one of the lovely ankles of the person whose face he had not seen, and turned the white-haired woman on her back.
Her legs came up in a natural gesture, either of protection or exultant submission-who could know which? Even to the big man's inflamed vision, the cunt so sweetly spread open had to be a delight. Thick, dark hair, growing completely down unusually large, fat cuntlips, etched their way down to and all around her winking anus. The open lips were a deep pink, laced with the scarlet of surface veins. There was an excess of muscle around the fuck hole, which seemed to push up to meet the slamming rod of hard meat which Kelly slammed into the woman. In his anger, bending his head alongside that of the sweet faced woman with the trembling, soft mouth, he did not see the smile of happiness on her face.
He had nursed his hard-on all the way home. He had opened his fly to let it stand out in the still air of his home, moved swiftly into his daughter's bedroom, and then had forced it into her wetly opened, deeply craving little pussy. Not knowing, of course, that Eva was fingering herself to an orgasm, driven to the heights of hot craving, through watching Jodie fuck this older woman. Therefore, he was sensitive in every nerve, every blood vessel, in his cock.
He had meant to fuck this woman, to hurt her, to punish her for so brazenly taking the cock of his young son into her overly experienced old cunt. Dimly, that cruel idea flourished in his mind. But something happened.
The hottest, slickest, most loving cunt muscles he had ever known began to move and clasp and slip over and around his cock. It was like ten angels' mouths. And a quietly tense voice at his ear began to croon: "Oh thank you, whoever you are! Oh! Oh, please! You're so nice!" And the body beneath him, in spite of his crushing weight, moved sharply up, fucking him! In bitterness and anger, then in uncontrollable passion, he felt his nuts begin to explode, felt his sperm begin to rush up his cock, to jet and spurt and shoot into the body of this woman. He could not help it. It was so beautiful.
But the anger would not rest, and he raised up, blind with his rage and the hurting beauty of his huge cum, and twice he slapped the helpless, sweet face, first on one smooth cheek, then, coming back, on the other. It gave him an added fillip to his pleasure, seeing the shock and the dazed look in the clear eyes.
He pulled out of her, his cock dripping its last drops on the smooth white flesh of her belly and thighs. She was looking at him with trembling lips, and her cunt, its hair plastered down with his juices and hers, hung slackly open from the blast of her orgasm.
He hauled her to her feet, the light dress falling to hide her well-used cunt, the front coming together over her marvelous titties.
In his diminishing anger, Kelly whirled the unresisting figure around and gave it a push toward the gate on the alley. His cock still throbbed from the play of those magnificent inner vaginal squeezings. Numbly, he watched the white curls, showing over his back wall, bob toward the white Mercedes. He turned and went in his house.
In Eva's room, the brother and sister lay together, and Jodie's young cock, just draining itself of his load, pumped warmly in-his sister's happy little pussy. "If he's so mean, I'd rather have you, Jodie, darling," Eva whispered. Her mouth felt so good, so wet and slack, after Jodie's probing tongue had come out of it. "You made me cum so good! Mmmmm! I was so hot, watching you and that lady! Was she good?"
The boy stirred as heavy feet sounded in the hall. "Remember what you said this morning, Jodie," she said warmly. "What can he say if he finds us like this? He fucks me, too, you know." And then, giggling, "Wow! He sure fucked poor Harriet!"
They heard the phone ring, and Eva picked it up, motioning Joe to be quiet. She listened with rapt interest, then beckoned her brother to come near, so he could hear.
"Oh, Kelly," the hard, positive voice boomed, "have you seen my sister yet? She was on her way to your place to pick up your kid, the boy, Joseph. She should be there by now."
Their father was slow to answer. "Your sister, Dave?" he asked, and Eva whispered: "It's Mister Valentine, at the bank."
"Sure, Kelly. Harriet Valentine. Don't think you met her. Be careful of her," the banker joked, "she's a wild one. Her son's the swimming coach at Metro University. She wanted to talk to him-and to you, of course-about a scholarship there."
In his bedroom, already feeling a confused dejection at having so brutally raped a woman who had seemed a warm, friendly person, Kelly James tried to pull himself together. "Has a son," he mumbled. "Yeah, yeah. Coach. Swimming coach." And then, in a desperate wave of apprehension, he asked: "What's she look like, Dave?"
The kids could hear the banker chuckle. "With no clothes on and a sack over her white hair, she'd look like my daughter, Kelly. She tells me that my kid's a friend of your kids. Harriet's just like her. Great build, white hair, blue eyes. Kelly, are you there?"
They heard their father groan, and Eva, handing the phone to her brother, ran into her father's room. His face was gray, and he was holding the phone in his hand, looking at it as if it were his nemesis. Which it was.
Eva grabbed the phone out of his hand. "Hello," she said calmly. "Is that you, Mister Valentine? This is Eva, Cindy's friend. My dad came home with some of that twenty-four-hour flu. It's made him real sick." She looked at her dad's blank face. Real sick was right.
She said, "All right, Sir. I'll tell him. If Miz Valentine comes by, shall I have her call you? All right, then. G'bye."
She handed her dad his pants. "Get up, Daddy," she said kindly. "And don't worry. Maybe Miz Valentine won't say anything."
Her father struggled to his feet, licking dry lips. If that God damned banker weren't so fucking straitlaced, he thought. But he knew he was a goner.
Eva went back to her bedroom, where Jodie awaited. "Hi, dear," she said. "I don't know about you, but I'm still hot. Can we get it up, between the two of us?" She crawled up on the bed on all fours, and stuck her deliriously divided little bottom toward her grinning brother. He poked two fingers into her pinkly trembling cunt. "If we can't," he said, "my tongue's hard."
She fell across him, laughing, getting his young and hairless balls up in her hand, transferring them to her sweet mouth. "Ooooh, Jodie," she whispered, taking the spit-slicked little nuggets out of her lips for a moment, "don't you just love it? All of it?"
At David Velantine's home, he turned to his wife, the very proper Mrs. David Valentine. "I wish old Kelly wasn't so damned careful," he said. "If Harriet corners him and tries to get her hand in his pants, he'll have a shit-fit!"
His wife, on the way into her bath with her ample and lovely body warmly displayed, remembered the young Kelly James. "He might survive," she said dryly. She stopped as her husband reached between her big, smooth thighs and slipped his blunt fingers up into the warmth and close slickness of her pussy. "Dave, you old fool," she said affectionately. "Come in the shower with me. Let's fuck."
It was a long and terrible drive down to his hardware store. Kelly James had never realized how much he loved it. He told a surprised Harry Downs to go on home. "You havent had even an hour off in God-knows-when," he said to Harry.
He looked around the store. He owed a hell of a lot of it to Dave Valentine and his bank. In a way. He'd expanded, built a new display room and more warehouse space. To say nothing of his luxurious little hideaway with the bed, the shower, and privacy. Now he cursed himself for it.
"Stupid cunt-head," he called himself savagely. "Why did you have to pick on that poor old lady?" But he thought of her, and of the lovely feel she had given him with her cunt. Impossible! "I must have been ready to cum, and it felt wild and crazy," he assessed.
His eyes swept the walls with their neat shelves and cabinets.
"He can break me if he makes a demand for full payment," he muttered. "If I had time, just a month, I could hold a sale, get enough cash to stall him off."
His dejection was so deep that he did not hear the whisper of tires in his parking lot, the quiet slam of a car door. Instead, he opened his desk drawer. Shit! His bottle of Scotch was empty! He had to have a drink. Had to get drunk.
He went to the front door and pulled the sign around so that it read: SORRY! WE'RE CLOSED. He turned the key in the lock and shot the heavy dead-bolt under it. He shivered, feeling helpless.
"Oh God," he said, "I don't blame you for doing this! Fucking my little daughter!" He spat on the floor. What a dismal, hopeless rat he was. Fucking Mae, wanting to fuck Myrna, going home and practically raping his sweet, loving, tiny little baby girl! He felt like dropping to his knees, begging God to forgive him. "But you want my scalp, don't you, God?" He asked in a sobbing whisper. "Go on, I've got it coming to me."
And then, wishing there were something he could do, he thought: If I ever get out of this mess, I'll never fuck another woman again as long as I live!
Somehow, the bitter vow relieved him, and he went resolutely to the back door. He'd drive over to Dave Valentine's house tonight and get it all over with. Honest confession is good for the soul, he remembered from an old Sunday School lesson. Perhaps the woman he had so abused would be there. He could beg her to forgive him.
As he snapped the latch open on his heavy back door, he got a shock that nearly stopped his heart.
On his loading dock, still in the same loose, summery dress with its pretty floral design, was the white-haired woman he had so brutally fucked. Her sweet, soft mouth was fixed in a pleading smile.
As he stepped back, unable to speak, she moved in, closing the door behind her. "I saw your "closed" sign, but I knew you were still here," she whispered. She moved her hands to her shoulders, and the top of the dress went off them, exposing the same beautiful breasts. She moved toward the gaping, gasping man and reached gently into his crotch. His cock was like a small, soft, boneless lump of live meat. "Well have to fix that," she whispered, holding her face up to him.
From the depths of his fear and shame, Kelly James felt a resurgence of maleness. As he put his arms around the fine body, the dress slipped all the way off her, and he had his hands full of her soft, smooth ass. Her tongue was in his mouth, somehow. Her breath was sweet and warm, her saliva like syrup, her tongue muscular and determined as she probed into his mouth. As he felt a throb of life in his cock, her mouth came off his and she laughed softly.
"I have to go home tomorrow," she whispered. "I couldn't leave without thanking the young man who really made my visit beautiful!" She moved her hand on his cock, which was growing in size and feeling.
The man's heart began to pound and he felt a triumphant return of his optimism. "Harriet," he breathed. "That's who you are-Harriet Valentine. Baby, you're wonderful. Do you know something? I've got a nice little room over in that corner-you'll love it!" He squeezed the cheek of her ass and she moved against him. He moved his hand and took one of her girlishly firm, maturely ample breasts, squeezing it until the purple nipple zoomed hard from between his fingers, and the blue-veined softness of her titty-flesh trembled. She snuggled against him.
"My brother told me about the room," she said. "Lead me to it!" She wriggled her warmly naked body against him and said: "Will you fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, darling?"
He reached a big hand down and hooked a finger in the slick heat of her divided cuntlips. "Anything for a visiting lady," he said. "Help me get these damned clothes off!"
As she knelt and held his cock, now big and hard, in her soft hand, licking the underside of its head, she looked up archly.
"And will you slap me, darling?" she asked. "Just a little? It makes me hotter when you slap me, darling."
Some lustful twinge made her shut her eyes and groan, and she suddenly opened her mouth, taking his prick deeply into it, running her tongue around it. It felt marvelous. Whatever she did, she was good at it. He'd fuck her and fuck her and fuck her, as she asked.
What the hell! Jodie and Eva were probably in bed right now. fucking their little butts off. So what if he went home drained? He could always fuck little Evie tomorrow.
And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
His heavy cock throbbed and he lifted Harriet to her feet. He gave her a hard slap on her surprised face. "Come on, baby," he growled. "Get on the bed, and let's get to fucking!"
