There is a danger in our society that too much sex and too much candor may be as disastrous as too little has been in the past. When children like Sally Jean learn about sex too quickly, when nothing is left to the imagination, perhaps sex is devalued to the point where society-and the child-is damaged.
This story has its value in contemporary truths, not in the vague rulings of a high court or the emotional upset of a shocked parent. When is a child no longer sexually, a child?
Is there an answer to that question?
Sometimes an answer is attempted by writing in a law book that there is an age for sex, an age for consent, an age for marriage. But that does not solve the basic problem. What is the age for discovery?
That is what this book is about. The fact that Sally Jean discovers fellatio, Lesbianism, anal sex, group sex and pedophilia doesn't make it more a sin and less a discovery. Sins come and go. Discovery happens to everyone.
The question this book raises, the issue it foreshadows, is when and how can society teach children properly. How can it provide the best for its young, keep them from the harm of premature knowledge as well as the danger of jail or accidental death or military combat-which is hardly accidental at all.
So far, society has failed. Not because it wants to. But solely because it doesn't know how to succeed. In fact, a dispassionate examination of the facts might reveal that society is failing because it doesn't know what it has to succeed at doing.
Today, society is like a long distance swimmer dropped into the ocean at an unspecified place. Land is too far away in some directions for him to ever hope he can reach it before his strength gives out. But if he will only stroke out in the right direction, he will live to succeed-rather than die in failure.
This book is like a compass for the swimmer. It provides a clue to society's problem and hopefully helps point the way to succeeding in finding a winning combination to salvage the country's young.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sally Jean waited until the rest of the lockers in her aisle clanged shut and the other girls were in the shower stalls before she skinned out of her own clothes.
She twisted her long, slender arms behind her back and unsnapped the red mini-dress she wore. A quiver in her hips and she was stepping out of the rumpled cloth that had puddled around her ankles.
Stooping, she scooped the dress up and hung it in her own locker and then glanced furtively around. Now she was wearing only a brief pair of pink panties and a small, pert bra. Although she was just entering womanhood and her breasts were small, under the bra they bulged like sweet, ripe oranges.
Before she unsnapped her bra, Sally thought about her breasts. The fact that they seemed more like budding peaches than the glamorous protuberances of favored movie stars embarrassed her not a little. Sally was embarrassed by the very wickedness of being naked when other people could see her-even other girls. But she was also afraid that she didn't compare favorably with the more outspoken girls in her gym class. It was sinful, she knew, taking pride in the size of her breasts-or being ashamed because hers were smaller. But she couldn't help it. She wished they'd hurry and fill out or grow up.
The locker room was a huge cavern. High overhead a dirty skylight let in the afternoon sun. All around Sally the tall, double racks of school-green lockers with scratched-in initials and hearts formed six foot metal walls. Sally could hear the occasional bang of a locker door in another aisle as she locked her thumbs in the sides of her sheer panties.
It was getting late. The gym period would soon be over and the fifteen-year-old girl knew she had to rush again or the girls coming back from the showers would find her still naked in the aisle.
Quickly she tugged and the sliding nylon wisping down her thighs made Sally shiver. A strange feeling shot through her thighs and seemed to collide in her crotch. The sensation was so strong that Sally jerked up before she had the panties clear off her foot.
The hem of her panties hooked around her heel and for a precarious moment Sally was off balance. The green lockers whirled in front of her and she felt herself falling helplessly backward. She threw her arms behind herself and braced to fall, to crash to the floor. But the wood and pipe bench caught the back of her legs and she flopped noisily into a sitting position on the hard wood.
For a long moment, a stunned girl sat on the cold bench. Her buttocks cheeks smarted from the sudden impact of her rear on the bench. Her legs were splayed open and her beautiful, rounded thighs exposed the furry slit on her almost virgin vagina.
It took a moment while the coldness of the bench made itself felt on her naked rear and, then Sally realized how obscene she must appear. Primly she closed her legs. Then she stood and put her clothes in her locker and snapped the combination lock closed.
In a moment she was heading toward the showers. But the feeling of intrusion when the bench top had spread her butt open was still strong in her mind.
As she had hoped, when she went from the cold grey cement to the red tile of the shower area with its billows of steam a couple of girls had already left and she was able to get a shower stall almost to herself.
"What took you so long?"
Sally looked up at the unexpected question. Noreen Collins, a pert redhead was standing in one corner of the shower stall soaping her half-grown tits and sliding her fingers around and over the nubbins of her nipples. Sally gasped and looked away.
"I was thinking about something," she said.
"I was a little slow getting going."
"I know what you mean." Noreen chuckled and Sally glanced at her again.
The redheaded girl was about fourteen, too. She was a little on the skinny side and her pelvis was very prominent. Her hip bones stuck out like handles and her belly was a hollow in her smooth skin.
Sally had to avert her eyes from watching the other girl's hands. Noreen kept grabbing handfuls of the liquid soap and rubbing it up her faintly visible ribs to the soft, jiggly flesh of her breasts. There she rubbed it in with furious motion. Her fingers squirmed back and forth across the soft, jiggly skin and nudged against the hard protuberance of her immature nipple. For some reason it was exciting to watch and Sally kept peeking.
"Don't do that." Sally told the redheaded teenager quietly.
"Why not? I can take my shower anyway I want to," the girl pouted back at Sally.
As if to spite Sally Jean, Noreen slid one soapy hand down across her belly button and rubbed her fingertips in the fine red fur that made a triangle between her white thighs.
Sally gasped. But she couldn't move her eyes because Noreen's fingers were almost touching the slick, wet slit between her legs. Inside, Sally felt funny herself, imagining what it would feel like to touch herself in that place- the way Noreen seemed about to do.
Noreen smiled. One of her hands continued to play with her swollen girl's breast while her other hand slid slowly between her thighs. She was taunting Sally Jean.
The pace of Noreen's fingers had changed. The hand on her breast made a slow, rhythmic squeezing motion that seemed to suck the girlish nipple into her hand. The fingers of her other hand crawled down into the fuzzy hair covering with inexorable deliberation.
A funny feeling crept over Sally as she watched the other girl. There was no way of stopping her fingers from reaching down further and further and touching her puffy lips guarding her pee hole. Sally kept telling herself that Noreen shouldn't be doing that, that it was wrong. But it didn't make any difference. The girl's hand moved further anyway.
"Ooooooo," Noreen gasped. She smiled at Sally Jean. Her eyes were suddenly funny, glazed. She had a funny little smile on her face. Almost a smirk.
"Don't do that," Sally gasped. She couldn't avert her eyes from seeing what was happening. Noreen's fingers were playing in the wet slot between her thighs. Wildly, Sally looked around to see if anyone else was watching. There were still clouds of steam rising from the other shower stalls, but one of the other girls had noticed what was happening.
Sally scrunched up in a corner of the large shower stall, feeling the cool tile pressing against her flanks and back-and feeling the hot tide of blood surging between her legs. Noreen's eyes were glazed, The girl's fingers were sliding up and down the slit in her crotch. Sally could see the redhead's fingertips disappearing between the puffy lips as her hand moved faster and faster and faster.
"Hmmmmmm...." Noreen was making a weird humming noise as she masturbated. She smiled at Sally as her wet finger slid in and out of her twitchy hole.
It was obscene, indecent, wicked. And yet Sally couldn't stop watching. In fact, she couldn't even stop wondering what it felt like. In a perverted way, Sally wished that the frantically agitating finger was going up her own tender opening rather than Noreen's.
"Aaaaagggghhhh." Groaning and shuddering, Noreen stopped stroking her finger in and out of her sex hole. Her face wore a twisted expression of ecstasy. She was still smiling, but her look was completely changed. Her smile was now one of complete satisfaction. She appeared satiated with fulfillment and sexual well being.
That wasn't right, Sally told herself. Noreen should have been ashamed. She should have been contrite for her wickedness. Not looking as if she had been rewarded.
Sally couldn't help her own feelings. Staring at Noreen, knowing what the girl had done, Sally discovered she was brimming over with pure, unadulterated jealousy.
Noreen was still sighing with pleasure as she turned the shower knobs on the wall. Immediately the girl was inundated by a stream of steaming water. It cascaded over her head and body. The force of the hot water spread her hair over her shoulders and breasts where it clumped together in pointed red spikes.
When the shower hit Noreen's soapy titties she seemed to explode into a bubbly white froth. The soap ran down her body. The bubbles caught in the fine net of her pubic hair and ran around her vaginal lips. Then it ran off her puffy pubes in a steady stream that made it seem as if she was taking a pee right in the shower stall.
Sally was trembling all over as she turned on her own water and felt the first full force of the shower hit her. Discreetly she turned her back to Noreen and began to gently soap her long, teenager's body. Her hands were soft as they stroked up and down her own flesh. And yet, each touch did things to Sally that had never happened to her before.
When she squeezed her breast, there was a sudden, fierce tingling that electrified her body. The feeling shot into her crotch and set her on fire there, too. The teenaged girl had never experienced such sensations before. It was as if watching Noreen had somehow opened a flood gate in her body that allowed her sexuality to run full force.
The sound of the other shower stopped abruptly. Sally didn't really notice.
"See you later, square." Noreen walked by Sally and craned her head as if peeking. Guilty, Sally pulled her hand away from her hot, throbbing breast.
Noreen laughed. As the redhead walked away, holding herself stiffly erect even though she was stark naked, she swished her buttocks back and forth in lewd invitation for Sally's eyes. Through the gap between the skinny girl's thighs, Sally saw the barest hint of red pubic hair and she imagined the girl's wet sex lips smacking together, opening and shutting as she walked away with that exaggerated wiggle.
Quickly Sally turned toward the shower and let the full force of the hot water hit her face and pound reassuringly against her tits. Her nipples were hard, diamond hard. Sally wondered about that. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen and they tingled.
She told herself it couldn't be because of Noreen. That would be wrong. It would be sinful-and yet....
While the water cascaded against her breasts and splashed down her body, Sally's hand crept down her waist and rubbed the soft swell of her lower belly. It was just beginning to turn out in a sweet little pad of flesh that kept her from looking between her thighs at her own slit. And while she did that, she imagined that her fingers were going down further and further.
As the steam from the shower boiled around her, Sally Jean's fingers were poised for the dive into the hot, swampy recess between her legs. She was pulsating like a bongo drum. Her clitoris was aching and pushing up, begging for her finger to touch it.
"Sally Jean, if you don't hurry you'll be the last girl to leave school today."
Sally turned scarlet. She felt her skin go hot red from the tip of her ears to her very toes. Even with the shower drumming against her electrified skin she felt the sweat suddenly begin pouring from her forehead. She whirled around and was further embarrassed by the wild bouncing of her titties. She wanted to grab them with her hands and hold them still. But that would have embarrassed her even more.
"I'm sorry, Miss Benenett. I was ... day dreaming, I guess."
The girl's gym teacher glanced down at Sally's crotch, as if assessing from its appearance how much finger the girl had fed it. "That's all right, Sally. Just don't do your daydreaming in the shower in the future...."
Sally turned off the shower and squeezed by the teacher's neat, trim figure. Miss Bennett, was still wearing her white shorts and shirt. "I won't," Sally promised. She meant it. "Honest, Miss Bennett, I won't daydream in the showers ever again."
CHAPTER TWO
When she slammed the front door at home, Sally Jean had the premonition that it was empty. There was that silent feeling about the house that only a practically deserted house can have. The loneliness suited her fine. After that lurid sexual display on Noreen's part at school and her own sinful excitement, she wanted to be alone. She wanted to think things over.
"Anybody home?" she called out.
The answer was a satisfyingly empty echo.
She headed for the stairs thinking about the water splashing off Noreen's pale white skin in the shower and the way the girl's hand had played with her own snatch. Now that she felt secure, the excitement that had almost overwhelmed Sally Jean in the shower stall began to creep back into her body. She was tingly between her soft, round thighs. Ever since the moment she'd left the school grounds, the insides of her thighs had been moist and hot.
The sensation of having a wet crotch recalled Noreen's wet, white skin. Sally shuddered and involuntarily clasped a hand to her own crotch as she went up the stairs. What Noreen had been doing was terrible. The red-haired girl had been finger fucking herself.
Sally wondered what it had felt like. She'd never done it and it was a mystery.
Without hesitation, Sally headed for her bedroom. By the time she was inside and swung the door carelessly shut behind her she was hot and sweaty even though the day had been cool. Quickly she flopped on her back on the bed and had her dress tucked up around her waist.
With her head propped up on the pillows, Sally had a wonderful view of her crotch. Her young, firm breasts made soft mounds in her blouse that she had to look past, but she could see her pink panties all right.
Sally was breathing fast. What she was about to do was wrong. She was positive of that, but the hot pounding of her blood in her veins wouldn't let her back off. She needed it.
The pink nylon of her panties puffed outward around her slightly swollen sex mound. The dark pattern of emerging pubic hair showed clearly through. And her wet panties clung like a skin to her flesh, molding themselves around the separate lips of her hole.
Delicately, Sally ran a finger across the center of her crotch. A strange thrill shot through her body as she pressed the slick material into the crack between her thighs. And there was a separate feeling of pleasure as her finger ran over the soft hump of her throbbing clitoris. She breathed harder and faster and knew she couldn't stop now.
She had already kicked her shoes off. Now she began peeling her panties down her thighs. Her hands were trembling and in her mind's eye she compared her own finger sliding down toward her crotch with that of Noreen's.
Finally, the wisp of nylon was around her angles and she kicked it off. Breathless, she lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling. Sally Jean was preparing herself to do something she'd been taught all her life was evil. She was getting ready to touch herself.
Masturbation ... to play with her own genitals.
The young girl's breasts heaved and fell in immature anguish. The flame of desire filled her body. She wanted something-anything-to touch her between the legs and take the ache away. And if it was only her hot little finger available, so be it. That would have to do. The fact that she trembled just thinking about it, about finger fucking herself, made the anticipation that much more compelling. She had built herself up to doing it and she couldn't back down. She took a deep breath-and held it and held it and held it....
There was a curious tightness between her legs. Her crotch seemed miles away and the soft, almost hairless lips surrounding her vagina seemed swollen and distended beyond measure. She felt so big down there she was afraid to look.
Her hand had slid across her smooth skin, over the flat expanse of her waist, barely touching the indention of her belly button. And already she was turned on. Her legs convulsed and lifted her wide hips as if in offering. Her twat turned up, a ready target for her creeping fingers. Her legs spread to make more room. There was no turning back.
Sally's fingers brushed the light furry triangle that surrounded her vaginal opening. It was like generating electricity in her body. Her pelvis twitched, her gash twisted upward. She desperately wanted to grasp her immature breasts in both her hands and crush them and maul them until she was filled with the pleasure they were capable of supplying.
But she needed her hands. Her fingers hesitated on the slick lips of her innocent cunny. The touch burned through her body. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and her finger plunged wetly into the wide open, inviting spectacle.
"Oooooooooooo," Sally moaned in consternation and joyful pleasure.
The finger sliding to the hilt into her slick, rubbery tunnel also filled her with a kind of joyful pleasure. Her sex flesh writhed ecstatically around it and each tiny twitch fed more joy to her already burning body.
Sally closed her eyes and concentrated on pumping her finger up and down between her legs the way she'd seen Noreen doing it. There was a rhythm to it. It wasn't just speed or depth. It was how fast or how hard her finger was traveling up and down. It was when her quivering twat swallowed her gyrating finger in its pink little mouth.
The feeling of joy spread with rapidity through her body. She experienced a lassitude mixed with a distant but approaching pleasure. It was like rolling thunder coming nearer and nearer. Her finger was flashing in and out of her cunt. She was pumping her hand so hard she was sweating. Heat flooded her body.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," she moaned. She was riding a wave of feeling that took her up into the air and when the wave broke under her, she was still floating, fucking.
Her hips lifted greedily up into the air after her finger. Her hot thighs closed around her hand and in a moment she was exclaiming with pleasure and wonder. The beauty of her finger sliding wetly in and out of her hole was inexpressible. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was something she had been missing all of her life and she knew that she couldn't go on missing it forever.
Sally's heart was thumping wildly as she looked down at her bare, girlish flesh obscenely revealed where her skirt was hiked up around her waist. Her finger, sliding down to the long slot in her crotch, appeared disembodied. It was the feeling it made in her hole that counted, not the other way around. She wanted to be poked deeper and deeper.
Lying back on the bed, Sally closed her eyes again and worked her finger and thought daringly that it was a boy. She knew what a penis was, all right. And she wondered if it would feel as satisfying pushing in and out of her tight slot. She was afraid of it actually happening, and yet the secret desire she couldn't deny was that she would actually be fucked by a handsome boy. Some one who would cover her body with his and work his sweaty cock in and out of her vagina and make her moan with sinful pleasure.
But, with her eyes closed, daydreaming again, Sally Jean floated away on the simple pleasure of her finger slipping eagerly in and out of her sexual lips....
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed to herself. It was an unconscious sound. Her own humming almost covered the slight sound of someone out in the hall. But not quite.
Hurriedly Sally yanked down her dress to cover her thighs. She put her hands behind her head-the picture of innocence. Only her own peace of mind was disturbed by the guilt-laden odor of her sex hole on her finger. It was strong and acrid and Sally Jean was frightened that everybody else would be able to smell it as clearly as she did herself.
The door opened and her heart leaped in her throat. Then it settled back down where it belonged.
"Hi, Tony," she said. It was only her brother, almost a year younger than she was herself. She practically ignored him most of the time. Younger brothers were a pain.
"Hi, yourself," he said. Tony was swarthy in a way. His skin was always darker than normal from constant sunbathing. His usually dark hair was lightened by sunlight and swimming that he managed to keep up in the winter. The best feature Sally could think of about him was his body. Tony was spectacularly fit. He wasn't built like an O.J. Simpson or anything like that. But for a boy his age he was adequate.
"What do you want?" She asked. Her question was bravado. Her heart was still beating madly at the closeness of the call. "Don't you knock anymore when you come into other people's rooms?"
Tony smiled. "Not when I come bearing gifts, Sis."
"Hmmmph." Sally Jean stuck her nose in the air. The last gift she'd gotten unannounced from her brother was a toad snuck between the sheets. It wasn't an answer that would warm the cockles of her heart. Or even make her less suspicious.
"What is it?" she asked finally.
"Something you really need. I can tell, Sis. You'll love it."
"Can the bologna. Just tell me what it is or get out. Okay?"
For a long moment Tony stared at her sprawled out on the bed. His eyes took in her hands behind her head, the way her breasts were thrust out like little mountains, the short skirt that barely covered her crotch. "All right, Sis," he said and grinned. "This is what I've got for you. And if you're real good I'll let you have it all to yourself."
Like a lust-made satyr, the boy's hands cupped the front of his jeans and bulged his cock and balls out at his sister's reclining body. .He was grinning like a mad-man
CHAPTER THREE
"Get out of here or I'll call dad," Sally said icily to her brother.
"Lots of luck. They're both gone till tomorrow. You didn't see the note on the table."
Sally's eyes wandered down Tony's body. They were drawn by the bulge the boy had created in his pants. She could tell he had a hard-on. It was distinctive through the blue material of his jeans and she could see the rounded end quite clearly.
"Well?" Tony waited expectantly.
"Well, what?" Sally made a face at him, though it was hard to take her eyes off his bulging sex organs. "I don't need dad to take care of you, pipsqueak."
"I'll tell."
"You'll tell what?"
Tony smiled. "I saw you through the door.
You didn't shut it all the way. I saw you masturbating and beating yourself off."
"So what?"
"If you don't let me fuck you, I'm going to tell mom and dad-and you'll really get it."
"Hmmmph." Sally sniffed at her brother's attempted blackmail. It was a scary threat. But letting him stick that huge thing in her hole was scarier. "Tell, then."
"You mean it?" The boy's voice was unbelieving and super disappointed.
"Naturally I mean it," Sally said coldly. "Beat it. Scram." She tried to keep cool. But it was hard. Her brother was offering her the very thing that she'd been longing for.
"Well ... how about if I just watch?"
"Watch what?"
"You know. Your jacking off. Finger fucking yourself. That'd be a blast."
Staring at her brother, Sally Jean felt a new thrill shoot through her body. She couldn't help but feel there would be something super about her brother watching her do it to herself. Somehow, she knew, it would make it a whole lot better. She realized then that Noreen did her thing in the shower in front of her because it made the redhead get a bigger charge out of masturbating. But in front of her own brother had to be better.
Nonchalantly, Sally flipped up her skirt but Tony stopped her.
"Look," he said, "if you'll put your legs over the side with your feet on the floor I can sit down on the floor and see everything better."
At first Sally was going to say no. But then she realized that was better. If Tony was sitting on the floor, she'd feel safer. He'd have to get up before he could do anything if he started to get ideas. That suited her.
"All right," she said. "But you stay on the floor. No getting up or the deal's off."
Tony nodded eagerly and kneeled on the rug as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She spread her knees and her brother was looking right at her tight, pink pussy.
There was a sudden, hard throbbing up the insides of her thighs. She knew that what she was doing was perverse. But Sally had been right. It felt tremendous.
With her skirt up and Tony's eyes on her slit, the lips seemed tremendously swollen. She had to open her legs to make room. She told herself it was silly. That she shouldn't be doing that. But saying it was no use. The blood was pounding in her head and her breasts were hot and quivery from the steady pulsing from her navel to her nipples. She suddenly wanted to pull her dress off and expose her whole body. But that might have been too much for Tony's self-control. Besides, she was so embarrassed she was already blushing.
Her embarrassment, however, didn't stop Sally Jean's fingers from going straight to the slick, pink lips between her thighs. She opened them and wondered what her brother saw because his eyes lighted up. But she was too hot to wonder long. She just had to cram a finger between them and start working it in and out in a frantic rhythm.
Immediately, the tremendous feeling she'd been experiencing before Tony burst into the room was back. It hadn't been a fluke. She got higher and higher in spirals and sometimes she looked at Tony's hot face and sometimes at the ceiling. She thought about Tony's cock plunging in and out of her pussy that way and shivered delicately. That would have been incest, among other things. It was bad that she was letting him watch.
"Oooooooo," she moaned. She was getting higher and higher as her finger worked in her pussy. Her legs stiffened against the floor and lifted her hips and she was wild with the strange sensations zooming through her body. Her crotch was all prickly. Her hips bounced up and down wildly on the bed. Her finger lanced in and out of her hole.
Tony watched, entranced by the sex juice slick finger running in and out of her convulsing hole. His mouth was watering and he moved closer on the floor. And closer.
Sally could see him moving toward her. She couldn't say anything, though. She was too close to something. To coming. Her whole body was quivery and her finger sank in her hole and came out and sank in again.
"Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee."
Sally's hips arched up in the air. Her toes clawed at the carpet. For a long, moment she was suspended in space while electrical voltage she couldn't imagine flashed through her body. It was as if somebody had given her an electric shock right .on her twitching pussy lips. She looked down and almost fainted. Tony's head was bobbing up and down between her thighs. His thick, red tongue flashed in and out of his mouth as he licked avidly at her gaping pussy.
And then Sally felt it. Really felt it. Each stroke of Tony's thick, slimy tongue in her hot box turned Sally on with a fury she'd never known. His tongue started at the bottom of her slit and wormed in between the soft, hot folds of vaginal lips and stuck up her hot channel. Then it worked forward and caressed the front edge of her crease and played excitingly with the knob of her swollen clitoris.
It's wrong, she though. It's terrible, letting my own brother go down on me like this. I shouldn't be doing it. I ... OOOOO, it feels so good. Sooooooo good.
"That's the way, Tony," she shouted. "Stick that big, juicy tongue up my twat. Lick it out. Ooooooo. Don't stop. Please, whatever you do, don't stop."
Her hips were writhing desperately up to meet his down surging tongue. His tongue. His tongue stroked like velvet between her cunt lips and delved into her hot box. She was full of it. It was a million times better than twisting her finger around inside her tunnel to pleasure herself. Her vagina lips fluttered eagerly around his tongue, helping her vagina to swallow it all up inside. She was drunk with the pleasure of it.
"Faster," she moaned. "Do it faster. Tongue fuck me faster. FASTER."
Sally Jean was in heaven. The joy surging out from her loins left her weak and limp. Her tits, soft melon halves, were pulsating furiously. All she could think about was sex-the way that thick, hot, slippery tongue shoved between her soft vaginal lips and stretched her open. She was wild about that stretching feeling.
Even as his tongue shoved deep into her sex hole, Sally Jean couldn't help but wonder if his penis wouldn't be better. She knew it had to be longer than his tongue. And what her vagina was telling her about his excited tongue plunging in and out of her twat was enough to convince her that longer would be better.
Her legs and feet were firmly planted on the floor and now her hips rose and fell in steady surges of power. Her white thighs rose up around her brother's modishly long dark hair while his face disappeared in her crotch. His nose brushed her hard, throbbing clitoris and sent shocks of electricity jolting through her body. Sally was on sexual fire. Her body was in flames. Her cunt was tingling with the forbidden pleasure of being tongue raped.
It isn't my fault, Sally Jean told herself. It isn't, it isn't, it isn't.
His tongue was a hard knot of pleasure inside her twat. His head moved from side to side and his tongue did too. Feeling was pouring out from her pussy walls in places she hadn't even known she had sexual feelings before.
"Oh, oh, oh ... Eat my juice. Lick it all up. Get every drop," she moaned lasciviously. "That's the way. Suck me dry you little cunt lapper."
Sally Jean couldn't even think clearly anymore. Her nerves quivered together and independently. Bolts of excitement washed through her body. She knew she was going to come. She'd heard other girls talking about it before. But now ... she was going to find out what they had meant ... and she was going to like it.
The hard, sexual throbbing was seeping through her entire body. She was being consumed by passion as her brother licked her twat. And she didn't care. She was a moth beating its wings against a window pane and dashing itself into a candle's flame. And she didn't care.
"Fuck me," she screamed against the bobbing turmoil created by her brother's moving head. "Kiss my cunt and make me come. Please. PLEASE. PLEASE."
Tony seemed intent on doing what she asked. His tongue shot deeper and deeper into her twat. It was hotter and thicker and more satisfying.
More was what she wanted. More everything. More tongue shooting into her aching crack, more power as his lips vacuumed her soft cunt hole and he licked out her juices. More thrills. More pleasure. More suck fucking and tongue and everything....
"Aiiieeeee," she wailed as Tony's mouth descended even more hotly against her crotch and his tongue slithered around in her vagina. She was shooting. She was flaming out like a comet and she felt his tongue poking deeper and deeper into her soft, velvety recesses.
"Ohhhh, God, Tony. THAT'S IT. THAT'S IT. GIVE IT TO ME." .
And Tony contorted his face and smiled and pressed his tongue into her twat and gave it to his big sister like she'd never had it before....
Later, Sally sighed and untwisted and lay back limp on the bed.
Tony stood and smiled smugly at her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her spread thighs and the furry treasure he'd just licked spotlessly clean. "Go on downstairs and get me a beer," he commanded.
Sally made a face at him. "You get me a beer when you get your own," she said.
Tony wanted to say something. But he couldn't think of anything appropriate that would allow him to get the upper hand. Finally, in disgust, he turned and went out of the room. But standing in the hallway he turned and held his hand over his bulging cock and showed it to Sally Jean with a confident leer.
"All right," he said. "But I've got something here that you want. And don't you forget it. If you want it, you're going to have to act right...."
After he had disappeared down the stairs, Sally shivered with tense excitement.
She'd told him she wasn't going to fuck him. But he was right. She'd come and come and come until she was limp. And it wasn't enough. Now she wanted something more. She wanted the hot, throbbing length of his cock stabbed up into her juicy wet box and she wanted to get fucked for real.
Somehow, she guessed she was going to enjoy it all to pieces....
CHAPTER FOUR
Rather than wait, for Tony, Sally languidly got to her feet and stripped off her clothes. Her skirt and blouse and bra went in the dirty clothes hamper. Then, bare-assed naked she walked out of her room and down the hall to the bathroom.
It felt kind of strange. It was like people were looking at her because she was someplace she'd never been naked before. The sensation heightened her sense of excitement.
The hot, soothing splash of the shower water against her skin didn't erase the excitement. Looking down, Sally watched the red, rosy ends of her tits changing color and growing harder and harder. They stuck out like little pegs. Their hardness seemed to invite the water to pelt against them even harder and with great effect.
Hurriedly, Sally Jean soaped her crotch to get rid of the last traces of her brother's saliva. She quivered to the touch of her own finger in her swollen, super tender crotch.
Stepping out of the tub, she admired her body in the door mirror-for the first time appreciating the passion it was capable of generating.
Her tits seemed somehow more mature- riper. The nipples were redder and seemed to want to be sucked. They'd never been sucked and Sally Jean felt strange just thinking about a boy's lips on them, squeezing them roughly and sucking hard at them.
She wondered momentarily if she could get Tony to do it. But then she realized it would be no real problem. She could get him to do everything for her. After all, she had already gotten him to lick her cunt until she practically exploded in a burst of pleasure. And that wasn't an everyday occurrence. Even for Noreen Collins.
Wrapping the towel around her body, Sally returned to her bedroom.
Tony was already sitting on the bed. A pop-top can of beer was on the end table, already opened. But that wasn't what caught Sally Jean's eye as she entered the room.
Tony had opened the front of his pants and his penis stuck though.
The sight of it took Sally Jean's breath away. She had never seen a male sex organ before except in drawings. And the sight of Tony's absolutely stunned her.
It was bigger than she had imagined that it would be. It stuck straight up and was a furious red on top. It was ringed by a collar of soft, wrinkly skin and had a long, white shaft that disappeared in Tony's pants. His fingers wrapped around the shaft.
Sally stared at it intently. She was suddenly afraid of her brother's penis. Enough was enough. He might kill her with that thing. Her tender slot was too small for it and he definitely couldn't put all that length up her vagina.
In fact, Sally wondered momentarily where he hid it. Surely it didn't fit in his jeans.
"You ready to ball, Sis?" Tony asked. Tony stroked his cock with his fingertips.
Sally Jean stared at his pecker and tried to say no. She couldn't manage it and by some fluke nodded her head.
"Come on, baby. Let's see the merchandise." Tony gestured with his beer at the wet towel that clung snugly to her long, teenaged curves. His eyes glistened.
Coyly, Sally started to unwrap the towel. She didn't get far before the soft undercurve of her breast was showing and she stopped, embarrassed. Tony only leaned forward and licked his lips rapaciously.
Sally shrugged. It didn't bother her brother, obviously, so she wasn't going to let her nakedness bother her. Her eyes switched down to his bare penis and increased her resolve. Gingerly she unwrapped the towel further.
A bare breast burst into view. Her half-hard nipple was like a diamond now and it pointed accusingly at Tony. It was naming him the sexual culprit who had started this.
Ignoring the symbolism, Tony leaned forward and planted a hot kiss on his sister's fresh, young boob. When he pulled his lips away, Sally's nipple was wet and shiny and her mouth was hot and dry. She didn't want to admit it, but she was turned on by it.
Tony grabbed the end of the towel and gave it a tug, helping Sally Jean disrobe faster. She had no choice. The towel whisked away from her revealing her long, rounded legs and thighs and the soft, fresh, tender view of her pussy. Her waist was soft and narrow with just the pout of a lower belly. Her breasts were high and small and firm.
Tony whistled and then he put a hot hand on his sister's equally hot flesh.
"Come on," he said roughly. "Get it into bed where it belongs."
With a sigh, Sally succumbed to the inevitable. She had known all along it was going to end like this. She sat on the end of the bed and then laid back and when she did her face was close enough to her brother's angry red looking cock to smell the heavy musky odor that rose from it.
In bed, she stared up at her brother. She was seeing him for the very first time. His penis dominated everything. It was a hard, long, white shaft jutting out above his round balls. The tip, peeking out from the wrinkled collar of soft skin, was a fat and juicy red looking, like a ripe tomato.
"Lick it!" Tony ordered.
A sudden forbidden chill shot through Sally's body. As soon as she understood what her brother was asking her body automatically reacted to turn down his perverse proposal.
"No," she said. 'That's dirty and I'm not going to do it, Tony."
"Hell. Do it," he urged. "You'll really like it, Sally Jean. All the girls do."
"What girls?"
Tony sputtered and turned red. "You know. All of them at school."
Sally Jean smiled. Even though her brother was standing over her with his pecker hanging out, she had him embarrassed and giving in to her. If she wasn't so eager to find out what it felt like to be fucked, she wouldn't let him do that even. She loved seeing him squirm. Brothers should be made to squirm a lot, she thought to herself.
As if reading her thoughts, Tony stuck his tongue out and worked it around his lips making them shiny with his saliva. He looked at her. His expression was a strong hint.
This time the thrill that coursed across Sally Jean's gaping cunt lips was familiar. It was desire. She remembered how good his tongue had felt in her velvety pussy and she also knew she was going to want some more of it. To get it, she was going to have to have Tony's cooperation.
Funny, she thought, staring up at him. But his tongue is the exact same color of red as his penis. It even looks the same poking out of his pursed lips....
Sighing, Sally Jean spread her legs and let her brother see down into her hairy crotch and examine the place he was planning to put his penis. His dick stiffened at the invitation.
"Well," she said, "what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation to fuck?"
Tony didn't even bother to reply. The boy scrambled on the bed and fitted his tanned thighs between Sally Jean's white legs. He smiled and dipped his hand down to her crotch and began moving his fingers around. First one, then another slipped into her hot, wet crack. He was opening her up, spreading her pussy lips like crazy.
"Aaaahhhhhh," Sally sighed. She closed her eyes and shut out the sight of the pink bedroom ceiling as his finger slid into her. It felt wonderful. It was a lot better than her own finger probing her swampy slit-A LOT BETTER.
"Uuuuuuuh, uuuuh, uh," she gasped. Tony had shoved an extra finger in her twat and Sally Jean had to gasp with effort, as her cunt stretched to take it. They felt so good in her hole that she began moving her naked hips up and down, sliding her tense cunt lips on and off the greasy poles probing her sex hole.
"That's the way, baby," Tony crowed. "Shake it and make it. Move those hips and get finger fucked into heaven. That's the way, baby."
Her brother was excited. The boy leaned over her, his eyes just inches away from her crotch as he watched his own sister impaling herself on his probing fingers. The sight turned him on even more than before. His fingers were all glistening wet and squishing rapidly in and out of her slot. Her soft pussy lips bent like rubber edging around his digits and rubbed delightfully against them.
Tony was gasping for breath. His sister hadn't even touched his cock yet and he was ready to explode. But he waited one minute more. He knew something else that would really get her going. And then, for sure, he'd have his way with her.
Deliberately Tony lowered his face until his lips were only half an inch from his plunging fingers. They were wet and hot on the small, red lump of his sister's clitoris. He smiled as he pursed his lips and sucked-and then stuck his tongue out and began mauling her little sex finger. That would do the job, he was very, very sure.
"Ahhhheeeeeiiiiiiii," Sally Jean yelled. Her breath left her in a whoosh as the unexpected surge of electricity exploded through her body. Her clitoris tingled madly. She couldn't make the feeling stop. It was trapped by something hot and wet and sexual that pumped throb after throb of insane pleasure through her gyrating body.
As her hips twisted and rotated, it seemed to Sally Jean that Tony had plugged her into an electrical connection. Shock after shock of unbelievable sexual pleasure jolted through her. She was being incinerated by the pleasure that filled her body and her mind.
"More," she howled. "More, more MOREEEEEEEEE."
Tony smiled and lifted his face from his sister's crotch. "More?" he asked mildly.
Sally Jean clutched his head in her hands and tried to force it back down. She wanted his tongue and his mouth and his fingers rutting in her slot all at once. The tender flesh between her legs was hot and eager. "Yes, yes, yes," she cried happily. "More."
Sally Jean was disappointed for a moment. Tony rose up off of her and even his fingers left her feverish slot. She shoved her crotch down, hard, trying to catch them again, she wanted something poking up in her hole. She wanted to be filled. If this was fucking, she loved it.
Tony moved up her body until he was poised above her. He leaned his head down and kissed the end of one of her firm, girlish tits. And when he did, Sally forgot about how much they embarrassed her at time. The most delicious feeling spread out from them like gold plated threads in a spider web. Even her crotch got all excited from the kiss.
Looking down her body, Sally could see his lips pursed and sucking at her red nipple. Her nipple seemed to get longer and longer. There was an incredible ache in her chest as he sucked at her boob.
"The other one ... Suck the other one, too," Sally pleaded.
The girl couldn't understand what was happening to her. She was alight with an inner glow-turned on like Christmas lights. And she didn't want it to go away. Her arms wrapped around Tony's head and shifted his mouth from one tit to the other. Her uncovered nipple stood straight up from her melon-shaped breast. It throbbed with a fire of its own.
Her hips bucked and flailed in a mindless rhythm of their own. Her soft belly rubbed against Tony's and there was the dull, insistent throbbing as his prick jabbed the soft flesh between her thighs. But Sally Jean didn't care. Her face and breasts and hole were slick and sweaty and she knew what she wanted was to feel skin against her-all over her. She wanted Tony's skin and his fingers and his cock.
That's what she wanted. She'd waited long enough. She wanted that huge, hard cock in her hole. It had to feel better than his fingers. It was bigger and smoother and groovier looking and she wanted it to explode inside her. NOW.
Tony seemed to read her mind. He looked at her and grinned. "Now?" he said. She nodded her head.
"All right," he said. He smiled as he climbed off the bed and stood alongside it. Then he sat down on the edge and the springs protested slightly.
"Fuck me, Tony," Sally Jean begged weakly.
The girl couldn't understand what her brother was doing. She was wrung out. Weak. Ready. Her legs were spread for him. Her pussy was oozy wet and swampy soft waiting for his dick and he just sat there. If she hadn't been so worn out she'd have jumped off the bed and raped him right there.
"Sure," Tony said. "Right after you lick my cock, big sister."
He stared at the startled expression on his sister's face and he laughed. Then his hand went to his naked waist and picked up the hard shaft of his penis and held it close to her face where she could see it.
Hesitantly, Sally Jean put her hand out and gripped it. She wanted to say no, but she couldn't bring herself to that. If she did, she knew Tony wouldn't fuck her.
Besides, her head was spinning from the things he'd done to her already.
She put her own hand out and took his cock and squeezed it. It didn't look so bad. And, she thought, how could one little taste of his pecker hurt her?
After all, he had licked her twat and she'd enjoyed it.
And even if he was just a dirty-minded boy, she supposed he deserved some kind of reward-before she let him fuck her....
Slowly Sally Jean bent the thick shaft of her brother's penis toward her face. And just as slowly she raised her opened mouth toward his crotch....
CHAPTER FIVE
Tony was breathing hard as he watched his sister's mouth get nearer and nearer toward the end of his penis. He had been afraid she wouldn't do it. If she had called his bluff, the boy knew he would have had to give in. He wanted to fuck so bad he would have let her beat him with a belt just to get his cock in her sweet pussy.
The fact that it was his sister's mouth that was going to give him his very first blow job was all the better. If the guys at school only knew....
"Aaaaaahhhh." Tony gasped as his sister's lips made contact with his dick.
It felt good. Better even than he'd thought it might when he first got the idea of keeping an eye on sis.
It had started with all the bull sessions at school. A lot of the guys talked about his sister because she was a real fox, long dark hair and a pretty, quiet face with big eyes and full lips. Tony had been excited every time he heard one of his friends sigh and wish that he could be sucked off by Sally Jean. Of course, in their bull sessions, the other guys had always ignored Tony. After all, he was Sally Jean's brother and couldn't take part.
Looking down and seeing the way Sally Jean's lips slid down over his stem, Tony smiled blissfully. Fuck them. He was getting his and let the mothers jack off if they wanted any. What made those guys think they could make it with his sister if he couldn't?
And then Tony's thoughts were whirling away in a torrent of feeling. Sally seemed to get the hang of it and she slurped his penis deep into her hot mouth and Tony went into orbit.
"That's the way, Sis. Suck it all in. Make me come, baby."
Sally Jean heard Tony's words and a blush of shame colored her cheeks. The minute she'd put her lips on Tony's penis a strange excitement seemed to grip her and she couldn't help sucking his cock into her mouth and licking it with her tongue. There was a strange, wild taste to his prick. She sucked harder and a little of his juice escaped from the end of his cock. The taste made her want more. She sucked harder as if to pull her brother inside out through the little hole in the end of his penis.
She had rolled over and her hands automatically cupped her brother's taut balls and stroked them. She felt the throbbing inside- the signal that he was ready to blow.
She'd never seen it before, but she knew what it was. Some of the girls at school talked about jacking their boy friends off and watching their semen shoot all over the place.
Eagerly Sally sucked her brother's penis and her fingers worked frantically on his balls until he was groaning and writhing around on her pink bedspread.
As if by accident, her arms worked around Tony's body and her hands cupped his tight, lean buttocks. There was a special thrill for Sally as her fingers slipped between his asscheeks and touched his asshole. That was really dirty. And Sally Jean had never imagined that she would do such a thing. And now she was sinking her finger in his butt even as she sucked on his penis and she was trembling with excitement.
"Don't stop," Tony gasped as his sister seemed to slow down. The boy was ready to explode. Her finger in his asshole felt so strange and yet good at the same time. It was like she was shoving it in his rear and sucking it out of his cock a second later.
Tony groaned and grabbed her head with his hands and ground his penis into Sally's teenaged mouth.
"I'm coming," he shouted. "I'm going to shoot. Now, now, NOW."
Sally was so engrossed in what she was doing that she only heard her brother's shout as if from a distance. Desperately she sucked on his cock. He was wriggling his hips and she could barely keep the head bobbing around in her mouth.
There was a throbbing and swelling in her mouth as his cock jerked to life.
For a long, terrifying moment Sally Jean realized what was about to happen and she knew she had to get her mouth off his cock before he started shooting.
But Tony's fingers were wound in her hair. His hands held her head cock steady as he pressed his penis into her gaping mouth and moaned from the excitement of his ejaculation. He heaved his hips and his cock head slipped down the silky wet lining of her mouth until he was practically pouring his semen down her throat.
"I'm coming," Tony shouted with undisguised pleasure.
Sally Jean didn't need the announcement to let her know what was happening.
Suddenly she didn't have just a taste of his sperm. The leak in the end of her brother's cock turned into a fire hose. Hot fluid pumped into the back of Sally Jean's mouth with such force that it spattered throughout her mouth.
She was numb with the heavy, acrid taste of his cum and she could only swallow as he pumped it into her.
Sally licked her lips and looked at her brother. Tony had stretched out on the bed and a pleased smile flitted across his face as he gazed up at the ceiling. His penis was still half hard and shiny. The memory of what caused the wetness on his prick was the reason for the expression on his face. He grinned sleepily at Sally Jean.
Bending her neck a little, licking his cock and noticing how it bent from the pressure of her tongue, Sally wondered if Tony could still get it up her avid, squishy pussy. She didn't want to admit it to her brother, but her pussy felt terrible. It had an empty, unused feeling to it that she knew could only be cured by having her brother service her right.
"I thought you said you were going to fuck me," Sally Jean said disdainfully as she rose up from sucking his penis. She smiled scornfully at him.
"Sure I am, Sis." Tony sighed and stared at the ceiling. "In just a minute."
"Ha! With this?" Disdainfully, Sally Jean flicked his limp cock with her finger.
She tried to appear flippant. But she knew that some men couldn't get two erections in the same day. And Tony was so young....
"Don't worry, Sis. I've got plenty for that itchy hot pussy of yours...."
Sally Jean flushed scarlet. She was ashamed that her brother guessed how much she wanted his cock in her pussy. It was wanton of her to be that way. But at the same time she noticed that his penis was beginning to stiffen. And that was what she was really after.
Tony grinned. Laying naked on the bed, he appeared even younger than he really was. He had a nice soft body with golden tanned skin smooth as suede. The muscles stood out on his chest, but they weren't hard yet or as sharp as the ones on the men in the muscle magazines. Sally had looked at the muscle magazines often enough. She sort of liked the lumpy, glistening bodies. But lots of times she and Kelsey had giggled over the black bikini shorts the models wore. Kelsey was Sally Jean's closest girl friend. And the two of them had been properly embarrassed as they traced the outlines of cocks on the black patches in the magazines.
Looking at Tony's nude body, Sally Jean wasn't disappointed. Her brother's nakedness was enough to excite her beyond belief. That and the hard upthrust of his penis. That was the thing that Sally Jean couldn't ignore no matter how hard she tried.
She wanted it in her cunt. And she was going to have it there.
Tony seemed to read her thoughts. He rolled on his side on the bed. "Hey," he said, "I'm thirsty again. How about getting some more beer from the frig?"
"Sure," Sally said. She got off the bed and unexpectedly she felt giddy. She looked down at Tony and giggled. She wished Kelsey was there at that moment. She could see her slim, small girl friend sitting down on her brother's lap and getting that huge pole sticking up from his thighs in her crotch. Sally envisioned Kelsey's startled expression and the way she'd leap away from Tony's penis.
Walking out of her dainty, pink bedroom, aware of her nakedness, Sally Jean wiggled her hips obscenely at her brother. Looking over her shoulder she could see her own dimpled buttocks in her vanity mirror. Tony's mouth was open and he was practically drooling.
Serves him right, Sally thought light-headedly as she undulated away. Let him suffer. He could go get his own beer. It would serve him right if I tvas out of the mood by the time I got back.
Sally was still contemplating that kind of thought when she went into the kitchen and got the beer. Unsteadily, she popped the tops off the two bottles with the bottle opener.
She was practically back in the bedroom when the idea sttuck her. She stopped in the semi-darkness of the stairway and took a big gulp of beer from one of the bottles. Then, carefully, she set it down. The other bottle she guided between her moist thighs. The cold glass brushed and slid against her skin and she trembled. But resolutely Sally stuck to her plan. Gritting her teeth, the teenaged girl jabbed the small end of the bottle into her gaping slot.
"Aaaaahhh," she sighed. She turned the bottle and felt the glass rotate smoothly in her slot. The movement of the glass against her sensitive skin was pure velvet. It was cold and the chill shot up the length of her twat like electricity. But it turned her on. She could feel her pussy dripping moisture nonstop.
She spread her legs and worked the end of the bottle into her sex hole. In and out and in and out. She forgot about the lesson she was going to teach her brother. Instead, all she could think about was that bottle stretching her pussy, stretching her cunt.
"Uh, uh, uh," she moaned with pleasure and jabbed harder. HARDER.
Sally's mind whirled and swirled. The smooth, cool neck of the beer bottle pushing up in her cunt seemed to push her thoughts into orbit.
"My God," she thought. "Aaaaahhhh," she moaned as she probed with her bottle.
A thousand little flames licked at the insides of Sally Jean's twat. She couldn't keep still. The beer bottle danced in her hands and spit cold streamers of beer up into her vagina.
Each splash of that delicious coldness inside her slit almost made Sally faint.
"Sally Jean-where are you?" Tony's voice drifted plaintively down the stairs.
Sally Jean didn't answer right away. She couldn't. Her legs were weak and trembling. She was dizzy and afraid she would spin out of control and pitch down the staircase and splash beer all over the house while she experienced what she thought was her very first full-fledged orgasm.
"I'm ... I'm coming," she weakly called out to her brother.
Then she giggled insanely while the beer tickled the insides of her pussy and her vagina felt like it was going to collapse on the inside. She was coming all right. God, for an insane moment she wanted to ram that slippery beer bottle all the way up inside her pussy. All the way. ALL THE FUCKING WAY ...
CHAPTER SIX
Sally Jean glided into the bedroom on a wave of pink euphoria. Her eyes were half-lidded and sleepy.
Tony didn't notice anything different. He just put out a hand for a beer and swigged it down right away. As it bubbled in his throat he made a suspicious face.
"What did you do to the beer?" he asked pointedly.
"Nothing," Sally murmured. She sipped at hers and shuddered in delight. Her brother had swallowed her cum juice without catching on and it made her feel good. She was one up on him. He might have a prick, but she still knew what it was all about and he didn't.
"All right, baby," Tony said. He grabbed his erect penis and held it up for her to look at. "It's about time you got that fat little pussy of yours over here on my stick."
Sally Jean studied Tony's penis with trepidation. She wanted it. But she was still scared. It was big and fat and long. He pulled his fingers up and down it in a quick movement that made the swollen head bob excitingly. The round, red head that Sally knew he wanted to cram up her tight twat.
She moved back reflexively and felt drips of liquid seep from her pussy lips. She was so excited that she couldn't have kept dry panties if she'd wanted to. "How?" she asked. Her lips were dry and she licked them nervously.
"Hell, just come over here and sit down on it. How else do you think you're going to get fucked?" Tony looked at her as if she were an imbecile and stroked his penis again.
Sally Jean smiled uncertainly and did as her brother told her. She got on the bed and straddled his waist with her knees. Looking down between her breasts she felt dizzy. His penis was laying soft and warm against her belly and the soft patch of fur on her crotch. The end was pointing up at her face and she could clearly see the slit in the end.
A thrill of excitement went through the girl as she realized something else. When her crotch brushed against his, wetting his balls with the liquid from her swollen pussy lips, Sally Jean realized his penis reached up almost to her navel ... and maybe higher if he jabbed.
Tony clamped his fingers over his sister's thighs and gently forced her to move forward, rising up until she experienced his hard pecker pushing against the slimy wet lips of her cunt, prying them open. His fingers dug into her thighs and forced her down slowly but surely. And each inch that her crotch lowered was an inch that his penis slipped up her sex hole.
"Noooo," Sally murmured. She wanted her brother to stop. The big ball on the end of his penis was too big for her. It was going to tear her apart. She was being forced open. Wider and wider. Sally Jean thought she was going to be split open. He was going to tear her in half. The pain was too much. She wanted to scream and still he was jamming his flesh bar into her slot.
"Take it," Tony said. "That's the way, baby, fuck." His hips surged upwards and his cock plunged all the way into her cunt like an electric plug into a socket.
"Oooooo," Sally moaned as the sudden sensation overcame her.
For a long moment Sally Jean didn't move a muscle. The feeling of having her brother's hot, hard penis inside her vagina, stuffing her full, paralyzed her completely.
"Wowwww," she groaned at last when Tony started to move his hips.
The first thing Sally Jean was aware of was the way his penis pulled out of her slot, thrilling her cunt lips until they were practically quivering with excitement. The second thing she realized was that she wanted it back. Hard. She wanted to really be fucked.
Tony's hands roamed over her body and his fingers slipped across Sally Jean's breasts. His finger tips played with her hard, immature nipples before closing cruelly on her breasts and squeezing until she practically cried out.
Still, it was strange. As painful as his grip was, it excited Sally Jean more than it hurt her. And when he pulled her down, forcing her pretty pink twat to spread over his hard cock she could only moan out loud with undisguised pleasure.
It felt tremendous. His cock speared up into her vagina like a hard stick. It tore her open and let in the slick, slippery intruder and Sally Jean convulsed joyfully.
"That's it, Sis," Tony murmured. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Push and fuck."
His hands manipulating her thighs excited her butt into a wild gyration that lifted her cunt off his cock and slammed it back down with unbelievable force.
Each movement was responsible for a wild throb of pleasure shooting through Sally Jean's crotch. Her cunt was on fire and she began pounding her buttocks up and down in earnest as she felt the wild thrill of joy surging through her crotch.
"Ooooohhhh," Tony howled with unconcealed pleasure. It was as if his sister was skinning his cock with her tight twat, at least rubbing it raw. But the nerves in his joy stick were pulsating with delight, too. It was better than having her hot mouth on his peter. Better than sticking his tongue up her juicy twat. Better than jacking off.
Faster and faster Sally's twat rose and fell, pulling almost clear of Tony's cock and then ramming down full force to envelop it completely. It was only visible in occasional flashes of light between their bodies.
In and out, in and out. They were both panting and gasping as their hot bodies slapped sweatily together. Harder and harder and harder and faster.
For a long moment, Tony experienced the throb of sex racing through his body. He stared at his sister's gyrating, naked body. She was slender and lithe, and even at her wildest her firm breasts only jiggled enticingly. Her flat, sweet belly pulsed under the tremendous effort she was putting into her fucking.
Tony was entranced by the way her crotch rose off his pelvis and revealed his penis pull dripping wet almost all of the way out of her pink, furry slit. And then she would be ramming her spread thighs down at his body and his cock disappeared like a flash in her clasping cunt.
He loved the hot, wet feeling of snugness- the way her cunt lips gripped and sucked at his pulsing peter as she slid down to the base.
For a moment, Tony had the feeling he was a cock being swallowed completely by his sister's ravenous, hot cunt. He was totally immersed in the feelings she was causing in his body.
Sally Jean was just as immersed in what she was doing. Sweat poured down her forehead and dripped on her sweet, young breasts and rolled to the tips of her fat, swollen nipples and dripped off. But she didn't notice that at all. What she noticed was the way her brother's hot, hard cock jabbed up between her legs and opened her hole straight up into her contorting body. That and the wish that it could go on forever.
"I'm going to come," Tony yelled. "I'm coming. I'm going to shoot...."
Sally trembled. She could feel her body responding to her brother's frantic efforts to climax. Tony's fingers dug deeply into her body. They jabbed into the soft flesh of her breasts and hurt like blazes. But it seemed to Sally Jean that she had been waiting for that last bit of hurt. Electricity shot through her body. Her buttocks slammed down one last time and Tony's penis speared up her slit one last time.
His penis was way up inside her body, jiggling around and each movement made the insides of Sally Jean's vagina literally collapse. She thought she was melting inside, like plastic on a stove. Her hot cunt grasped his penis and squeezed.
Tony yelled again. This time his penis stiff ened in Sally Jean's sex hole. Her pussy lips were stretched unbearably while his cock pulsed and pulsed and sprayed a steady flow of hot, white semen into her greedy twat.
"Ooooo," she groaned as new waves of feeling engulfed her.
The shock of his cum striking inside her vagina set her whole body on fire. She trembled and shivered around his penetrating cock.
Sally Jean had thought she'd come with the cold, hard beer bottle diddling her hot twat. But now she was filled with the swelling, heated, felt-softness of her brother's dick and she knew what coming really was. She was filled with the joy of being fucked.
"More," she begged. "Please. Give me more cock. More."
Tony's penis was softening in the tight stranglehold of her pussy and his juice was leaking out and running down his penis to soak his balls. He tried to give her more. He just couldn't do it. He wasn't hard enough or long enough or strong enough.
The boy didn't want to admit it, but he was all fucked out.
Sally writhed on top of her brother for a while longer. But eventually his soft penis fell out of her slippery slot leaving her empty and yearning. She tried to arouse him to further effort, but Tony just wasn't interested. In moments the boy was asleep.
Well, Sally thought to herself, that's what happens when a boy does a man's job.
Although she had orgasmed several times and her body was literally limp from the effort, Sally Jean couldn't hold back the feeling that she'd been cheated of her fulfillment. She wanted more. Enough. Whatever that was. And all she was certain of was that she hadn't gotten it yet. It didn't even occur to her to wonder just what enough would be....
CHAPTER SEVEN
After that night she'd spent alone with Tony, Sally Jean felt her life had been changed. No longer did she avoid girls like Noreen at school. The redhead was her favorite companion. At breaks between classes and recesses the two of them talked about their favorite subjects: fucking and boys. Noreen, it seemed, was always hot. And Sally Jean was forever remembering the fantastic yearning she had experienced that night with Tony.
It was a couple of weeks later, and her parents were going to be gone overnight again, and Sally Jean asked them if it would be all right to have a girl friend over for the evening. She tried to make the request as casual as she could.
"Sure, baby," her father said. They were at breakfast and he was hiding behind his news paper as was usual. But he did put it down to look at her when he gave her permission. "Anything my baby wants, she gets," he chuckled.
"I hope she's a nice girl." Sally's mother, smiled from making breakfast. She was a handsome woman and for the first time Sally Jean realized what a nice looking couple her father and mother made. And she was secretly ashamed of misleading them.
They'd die, she thought, if they knew Tony and I had fucked all over the place the last time they were gone. If they knew, would they trust me now ?
Tony was sitting across the table from her and Sally Jean noticed how he frowned when she got permission. She knew that he wanted to spend the night alone with her again. She was willing to bet he was horny as anything. She'd brushed against him in the hall earlier and had felt the size and hardness of his erection. He just wanted a hot, juicy pussy to stick it in. She knew that's why he was so eager to be alone with her.
Smiling sweetly back at him, she polished off her breakfast. "Yes, Daddy," she answered. "Noreen is the best behaved girl in our class. She never does anything wrong."
Tony frowned deeper at her endorsement of Noreen. When her father returned to reading his newspaper and her mother's back was turned, Sally Jean stuck her tongue out at Tony just so he had something to be sulky about.
In response, her brother gave her the finger and quickly had to hide it.
Sally Jean was happy he did. Just looking at his finger was enough to make her horny. There was no question in her mind that she would love to be finger fucked right then.
After school that day, Sally Jean and Noreen walked home together.
"How did you get them to let me come over?" Noreen asked. The redhead was walking on the curbside of the sidewalk. She was wearing a short, Kelly green skirt that barely covered her crotch and a softer green knit blouse that showed off her small breasts. Her nipples poked the material out in sharp little peaks.
Sally had been amused by Noreen all the way home. The girl had deliberately been flicking her skirt with her hand as she walked, making it flip up and expose the rounded bottoms of her buttocks. And she was wearing the sheerest pink panties imaginable.
It seemed in no time that there was a parade of slow moving cars going by with male drivers craning their necks to get a better look. And acting as if she didn't know anything was happening was innocent Noreen.
Sally Jean giggled and then Noreen joined her and in a moment the two girls had burst out into laughter. They leaned against one an other practically in tears while the traffic speeded up.
"I bet they all thought I was naked under my skirt," Noreen said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'll bet I can cause a traffic accident doing that some day."
Sally Jean surveyed the quiet, tree-lined street. "Not on this block," she said. "But maybe uptown where there's more traffic. Like, at an intersection."
"That's a good idea." Noreen smiled at her. "Let's do it next week."
"Well...." Sally Jean said. "Maybe. I've got to think about it."
And indeed she did. There was a thrill between her legs as she imagined herself walking down the street with Noreen, flicking her skirt up the way the redhead did while cursing drivers ran into each other. Of course, it was hard to flip the skirt right. Sally had tried after watching Noreen do it for a while. But she thought she could learn. She trembled delicately as she imagined her practically naked behind exposed to the people on the street. And then a fresh stirring of her mushy pussy and the knowledge that her panties were getting wet convinced Sally Jean that, yes, she'd like very much to do it.
Just before they walked up the sidewalk to the white portecoed house where Sally and Tony lived, Noreen hesitated. "Your brother is all right, isn't he? I mean, he isn't really kinky or anything?" For the first time Noreen seemed a bit worried.
Sally Jean laughed. "I'll keep him in line. You'd better believe it."
And then the two girls were walking through the front door into the house.
Tony was sitting on an easy chair, one leg over the arm with a beer in his hand when they walked in. "Hi," he said sourly. He was obviously disappointed that Sally Jean had brought Noreen home after all. The boy had been expecting that his sister would break down and come borne alone so that they could ball all evening.
"Hi," Sally Jean said. "This is Noreen." Then she began to unbutton her white blouse.
"Hi," Noreen added. She undid her green mini-skirt and let it fall around her ankles. And then she kicked it away and stood in her pink, sheer panties and green blouse.
"Wolf," Tony said. His eyes practically rolled out of his head and he forgot the beer he was holding in his hand. He just stared at his sister and the redhead.
Sally Jean smiled. She could handle her brother, all right. His cock had hardened like a stick and was shoving the front of his pants out. His blue jeans stretched across the bulge of his crotch so hard that it looked like a seam would split.
Unhurriedly, Sally Jean finished unbuttoning her blouse and took it off and draped it over the back of the couch. She felt funny, standing in the front room with her breasts bare, her pink little nipples quivering at every breeze that wafted through. But she felt good, too, knowing her brother was looking and getting harder and harder.
Noreen smiled at Tony. The boy's eyes kept darting back and forth. From one to the other-then back again. He was tantalized by his sister's quivering boobs. His mouth was salivating from wanting to suck them. But Noreen's bare legs and pink panties turned him on too. He could just see the soft, red fuzz over her pussy through the nylon. And he wanted to stick his tongue in there. He wanted to crank Noreen's pretty little box up and start her motor running until he fucked her blue in the face.
Tony gulped a swig of beer-and then started choking and gasping for air.
Still smiling at him, Noreen had eased her panties over her slender hips and let the wisp of nylon flutter down her legs like a dropped piece of tissue.
The sight of Noreen's pretty little pussy made Tony's penis feel like a crowbar being twisted out of shape in the tight confines of his pants. The boy knew instantly what he wanted.
His fingers opened the fly of his pants and let his massive, throbbing penis out to breathe. He knew, in just a moment when the trembles stopped running through him, he was going to get up and walk over to the redhead and throw her on the floor and shove his penis up her neat, pink and red little cunny. But first he needed a drink of beer.
Sally Jean grinned. Looking at Noreen wearing nothing but her skin tight green blouse that ended at her belly button, and then the smooth curve of creamy flesh down into the triangle of red pubic hair turned her on, too. It was even sexier than seeing Noreen masturbating in the school showers. For some reason, too, Sally was excited because Noreen was still wearing her highheeled pumps. They made the girl stand taller. But they also seemed to make her more vulnerable-if that was possible to accomplish.
And then Sally Jean dropped her own skirt and panties and Tony's eyes really bugged out as he stared at his sister's long, beautiful thighs and the soft spot where they met and where he had been playing with his tongue and cock and fingers the previous week.
"You want some?" Sally Jean asked her brother teasingly.
Reluctantly the teenaged boy stared at her and nodded his head. He couldn't do that. It felt as if his teeth were falling out, he was clenching them so hard.
"You're going to have to start by eating our snatches-both of them." Sally Jean stared at her brother, not sure that he'd do it. But she and Noreen had agreed, no nooky unless he performed right. Noreen had told Sally she had never had a boy stick his tongue in her twat and she really wanted it after Sally told her what it felt like.
Sally Jean sat down on the blue couch with its silken brown and yellow bamboo design. She was careful to scoot her crotch up to the front of the couch so that her vagina was exposed when she leaned all the way back.
In a moment there was a ripple of motion on the couch and then Noreen was sitting next to her, her own thigh pressing against Sally Jean's, her legs spread open in the same, lascivious invitation that Sally Jean had already made.
Noreen's hand grabbed Sally Jean's and laced their fingers together. It was then that Sally realized that Noreen was just a little bit frightened at what was happening and it made Sally feel really great. She squeezed the redhead's hand comfortingly and smiled.
"Don't worry," she said. "There's nothing to worry about. Nothing at all."
CHAPTER EIGHT
For a moment, Sally Jean wondered if she were telling the truth. The thought of what would happen if her parents-if anyone-came into the house and found the two teenaged girls sprawled on the sofa with their soft, wet pussies thrust up at her brother's face was too awful to contemplate. Then her brother's face was thrust between her hot thighs and Sally Jean squirmed under the feverish stimulus of his lips pressing against her pussy. At the same time, Tony worked his tongue into her sloppy twat and twisted the end around and around, driving her crazy.
Noreen was watching with super intensity. Sally could feel the redheaded girl's eyes practically raping her squirming cunt.
Then Tony was moving away. Still on his knees with his hard penis sticking up like a white flag staff out of his blue jeans, he shuffled over to Noreen's spread legs. He stared up at his sister's girl friend for a long time, until Noreen finally put her hands on his head and said, "Let's get the fuck with it, Tony. Now. NOW."
The head the girl felt between her legs was expressed in the volume of her yells. She pressed her red hair fringed pussy forward and let out a yell when his lips made contact with her box.
"Oooohhhooo, Tony," she sighed. She held his head tighter.
Sally Jean watched with great interest as her brother's long, red tongue slipped into Noreen's secret hole. It made her horny to even see it happening. There was a wild prickling between her own legs and the girl knew she was jealous of the attention Tony was giving Noreen. More so because the tongue fuck seemed to go on forever and ever.
Wailing and gasping for breath, Noreen rubbed her whole twat against Tony's face. Up and down, her gash was a sponge cloth that got his face shiny wet from his chin to his eyes. But he seemed to be enjoying it. And his own tongue was hard at work. Harder and faster his pink tongue lanced out and burrowed in Noreen's clasping, hot hole.
Each time his tongue shot into her, Noreen cried out announcing the entry of the intruder in her cunt. Her legs spread wider and wider. Her thigh pressed tight against Sally Jean's and she appeared hypnotized by the smooth, even in and out motion in her sex hole. "Wooowieee," Noreen burbled. Her eyes glazed and crossed while Tony stroked his tongue in and out and around the rim and in again.
Tony lifted his face from Noreen's hot box. He was grinning. "Suck my dick," he ordered Sally Jean. He even moved a little to make it more accessible.
Sally felt her temper rising. How dare the little twit order her around? And then she had herself under control again. He was making Noreen faint with pleasure and it wasn't his fault he only had one tongue. He deserved some reward for taking care of Sally's girl friend so well. And besides, Sally knew she was going to get hers sooner or later.
Getting on her knees on the floor, she knelt over his upthrust penis. Then, slowly and deliberately, she lowered her head until her wet lips were just brushing the swollen, round h ad of her brother's penis.
It was like closing an electrical contact. Sally heard Noreen grunt as Tony flinched. Her own lips were suddenly and unaccountably sopping wet with her saliva. She pursed her lips around his penis and began sucking eagerly. She wanted to do it. Her mouth just fitted perfectly around her brother's round rod.
"Uh, uh, uh," Noreen was gasping.
Sally Jean wished that she could see. She could feel the red head was lifting her hips and impaling herself on Tony's hard, hot tongue. But she couldn't see. Each movement was transmitted to Sally Jean through her brother's throbbing cock.
In and out. Deeper and deeper Tony's peter plowed into the bottomless pit that was her mouth. Sally thrilled to the way it rubbed against all the insides of her throat. She gagged slightly as it darted into the back of her throat, and then she had control again.
Harder, harder, harder. Tony's rhythm was frantic. His hips pelted back and forth sawing his cock in and out.-His pecker was swelling, growing more and more urgent each moment it slid in and out of her mouth. Sally Jean sucked eagerly on it. She savored the taste of the round, bullet head as it tingled between her lips.
Tony was moaning with the urgency he felt. His tongue lapped frantically at the red-haired teenager's box. He rotated his tongue around the opening, stretching the girl's pussy lips until she was moaning with unabashed joy. Then he sent his tongue tip barreling in full length, plugging her with his tapered flesh cork, sealing her hole.
Noreen twisted and cried out. "Yes, Tony, yes. YES. YES."
Tony's hips were twisting like crazy. Sally Jean's fingers cupped his naked buttocks as she pulled his pelvis against her face and swallowed his rampant penis.
His hips were flailing so fast his cock threatened to pull out of her mouth. Her hands clung to his buttocks and one of her fingers dug into the soft, spongy opening of his asshole.
Tony grunted. The sudden thrill of being fingered in the behind almost made him come. He realized he owed his sister something and with his free hand searched down her body to her rounded belly. Even with his face buried in Noreen's surging, gyrating crotch, he realized when his fingers hit her soft pubic hair. Then the boy had a finger hooked in Sally's cunt and he jammed it up that marshy wetness, feeling the heated pussy walls sucking at his finger. Her cunt was hot and hungry!
For a moment, Sally Jean was paralyzed. The sudden intrusion of Tony's finger in her cunt was unexpected. Tremendous thrills shot through her body. She was being turned inside out by the fantastic sensations and she ground down, forcing that probing finger to work deeper and deeper into her hole.
"Mmmmmppphhh," she groaned around her brother's surging cock as it worked in and out of her mouth. His balls were tight and her finger massaging his asshole was being clutched tightly by his rectum.
"Aaaahhhiiieeeee," Noreen shrilled. Her hot little legs lifted off the floor and wrapped around Tony's head as she trapped his fat, scalding tongue in her gushy twat. The girl shivered with the force of her orgasm and Sally Jean wondered at that, realizing that perhaps Noreen hadn't been as worldly as she let on at school. That she really wasn't as experienced as she kept telling all the kids.
But that didn't matter at the moment. Sally understood what the sudden hardening of her brother's cock foretold. He was going to come. He was going to shoot.
Eagerly the girl tightened her grip on his buttocks and sucked him into her.
Just the knowledge that she was going to swallow her brother's cum again transmitted itself to her cunt which was urgently pulling at his finger. She felt full, stuffed. It was as if her hole had readied itself for the deluge of sex juice that was going to flood her mouth instead. Even her thighs were trembling with anticipation.
Tony didn't keep her waiting long. In an instant the boy was spilling his seed in her mouth. His hips gyrated wildly and Sally Jean lost control of them and then his pecker was flipping wildly, free of any restraint.
Sally cried out as the first searing drops of his cum juice spattered against her face. It was so embarrassing-so humiliating-to have his cum shoot all over her face while Noreen was looking. She wanted to pee in contrition. Even though Tony's finger was still feeling her hole up and the sexual thrills from his hand raced through her body.
And then his cock flipped further and she felt the hot drops of semen hitting her breasts. Driblets ran down her swollen, hanging globs to gather on the tips of her pink nipples. It was like she was giving semen instead of milk.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me." Even before her brother's cock had stopped its wild spurting she was pleading with him to fuck her.
As his cock spent itself and they fell apart, Sally Jean rolled over on the carpet and spread her arms and legs. "Fuck me," she demanded of him.
That she was burning up with lust was evident. Noreen was still in a glazed state from the tremendous force of her orgasm. Her legs trembled and shook and her eyes had a funny look to them. She didn't really seem to see Sally Jean on the floor.
Tony looked down at his sister, though, and it seemed the plea was too much. He eyed the drops of semen still covering the ends of her breasts and then he was down on her, sucking first one nipple clean and then the other. Back and forth his head darted. Sally's nipples elongated and hardened and then got even longer again.
When they were clean and shiny, Tony lifted his head. He stared into his sister's lust-glazed eyes and then he was moving up her body. His hands squeezed her pussy and her breasts and then he was completely on top of her. His lips touched hers as he sank his cock into her gushy pussy.
"Ooooh," Sally murmured. She wrapped her arms around her brother's head and responded by darting her tongue deep into his mouth. Her tongue touched his and it galvanized both of them. In response, his penis shoved deeper into the burning depths of her sex hole. It seemed to harden there. Harder and harder, reversing the trend to get softer that he had experienced moments before after coming in the same mouth he was tonguing.
It felt wonderful. Sally Jean was on fire. She lifted her legs around his hips and it seemed he was plugging her even deeper and better than she had been moments before. His tongue was planted in her throat, like a cock being sucked off.
His cock slid further into her twat, until his sparse pubic hair was pressed tightly against her own fur triangle. He shoved and was rewarded by feeling his penis hit her swollen womb. Sally Jean cried out.
At the same time, the girl raised her legs, exposing herself even further to his hard fucking. She felt like a split open gash from her tailbone to her belly button. And Tony's penis felt like a cannon-only better.
The boy was humping furiously over her, sliding his penis in and out of her bole with fervent ease. She was slick and slippery. Her cunt was a hot swamp that he could plunge his pecker in and out of with the most thrilling of sensations.
The brother and sister clung together. They rolled back and forth on the floor as Tony plowed into her twat with enormous strength. She was being spiked, impaled, speared up her cunt and loving it.
"Harder, Tony," she cried. "Fuck me deeper, darling. Deeper."
Tony tried. His cock was already distended as far as it would go. But he tried.
And then suddenly something caught Sally's legs and raised them further, spreading her cunt even more and Tony could plunge into her slot with even greater fury.
Sally Jean gasped for breath between dizzying, sensation laden plunges of his penis into her greasy groove. She stared up past Tony's shoulder at Noreen, holding her ankles high in the air.
"Thanks," she groaned. A sudden sensation wracked her body and she heaved her hips clear of the ground, practically throwing Tony even as she set his cock the deepest in her twat that it had ever been.
"Oh ... NOW," she screamed as the full, crushing impact of her orgasm swept over her. "NOW. NOW. NOW."
His juice spewed into her twat and for a single, dizzy moment Sally Jean seemed to faint from the force of what her brother was doing to her cunt....
CHAPTER NINE
Tony wanted to quit then. His penis was soft and drooped alongside his leg. He was breathing hard. The strain of two quick fucks was starting to show on him.
But Noreen and Sally had other plans. Both girls were as avid as ever. Sally Jean's vagina ached from the pounding it had taken. She remembered the steady beat of her brother's soft balls against her behind as he fucked deep into her and it helped keep alive the almost frenzied desire for sex that she was experiencing.
Noreen had gotten to her knees immediately after Tony had flopped off of Sally, saying he needed a rest.
"What's it taste like?" Noreen asked. She stared at Sally Jean.
"What's what taste like?" Sally Jean was still floating from the fucking she had had.
"His cum." Noreen wrinkled her nose and held up Tony's limp penis.
Tony tried to stop her, but the red head brushed his hands away. It was still soggy with the thick cream he had shot into Sally's slot-that and her own pungent juice.
Tony's penis was smaller. It was more wrinkled, almost shrunken like something that was supposed to be dry cleaned only that got in the wash. The large, red head was faded. The color was dull and the knob was wrinkled too. But over it all, the red glans and the whitish shaft, was a film of sex juice.
Sally Jean could barely believe her eyes as she saw Noreen tilt her head and put her lips on the slimy piece of meat.
"It's all right, I guess," Sally said. The words sounded strange in her ears as she watched Noreen start to do something she wouldn't have thought of doing. It was too dirty and perverted. It wasn't only Tony's cum on his prick-it was Sally Jean's too. Noreen was committing an act of Lesbianism. Sally was appalled- but she couldn't take her eyes away as the redhead popped Tony's dick in her mouth and began sucking. And despite Tony's protests, his penis started swelling again immediately.
"Aarrrrggg," Tony gargled in his throat as the sensation of the redheaded girl's lips on cock brought him back to sexual life. His face twisted in a grimace.
Sally Jean sat up and moved closer. "That's the way," she breathed as she watched Noreen suck the whole penis stalk into her mouth and throat. "That's the way."
Noreen opened her eyes wide, as if in surprise at the taste and feel of a boy's penis in her mouth. For the first time, Sally Jean really saw the girl.
Noreen was light boned and she seemed almost fragile. She was definitely too fragile looking to be caught with Tony's joint in her mouth. When she sucked in, with her mouth stretched wide open to take the thickness of his prick, her face looked like a gaunt triangle. Her cheeks sucked in and hollowed under her cheekbones. Her green eyes were huge in her thin face.
Besides, she looked so out of character with her scattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She looked like a much younger child giving Tony head.
Up and down her head bobbed, Tony's prick sliding in and out of her mouth. Sally thought the girl was going to suck him off to get a taste of his load. But when he was finally straight and hard, she said. "There, ready and willing again."
Sally Jean applauded. Noreen was right. Tony's pecker stood up straight, ready to plunge into a sloppy wet vagina. Sneakily, Sally Jean slipped her hand down to her own cunt and stroked it. She'd been doing that since the day Noreen had shown her how to masturbate and Tony had started her out fucking.
The teenager's pussy lips felt swollen like the two halves of a tennis ball. They were itchy and yearning to be rubbed by Tony's cock. She slithered her butt back and forth on the rug and luxuriated in the feel of the rainbow colored shag brushing against her hot box.
"Me?" Noreen said almost plaintively.
Sally Jean nodded her head. It was Noreen's turn, and the girl had gotten Tony's pecker up. There was nothing else she could do in good conscience but allow Noreen to take her turn. Even if it really hurt just to sit back and watch when she needed it too.
Hastily Noreen squatted over Tony's middle. Her hands stretched her twat open, like enlarging a bull-seye while she centered her cunt over his projecting cock.
"What are you going to dooo?" Tony started to say and ended up gurgling.
Noreen had smiled prettily at him and at the same time started descending. His penis fitted up into the hot flesh groove of her vaginal lips and immediately found the round, sucking hole of her cunt. As if it was greased, his penis lanced straight into the center of Noreen's throbbing pussy and up into her middle.
"Aaaaaeeeiiii," Noreen squealed in an undulation of sheer sound.
Sally Jean couldn't help but be excited by seeing what was happening. Noreen's pussy was spread open like water running around a rock. Her cunt lips were two thick, soft furrows of flesh that seemed to grow from flowing up against Tony's big, solid cock that was rammed into her crotch. Behind his cock her pussy trailed off in a long slit that finally ended in solid flesh before starting the ravine between her buttocks.
Noreen leaned forward on Tony's chest and mewed, "Love me, Tony. Fuck me."
The boy's eyes lighted up. He put his arms around the redhead and pulled her tighter against him, jamming his penis even deeper into her pussy. When she was practically laying on his chest, her soft boobs rubbing against his pectoral muscles.
Sally Jean had to change positions. Thoughtfully she scooted over on the floor until she was looking at Noreen's ass. It was a better place to watch from.
As Noreen swung into the rhythm of fucking, her rear raised and lowered on the stiff, greasy spear of the boy's penis. Sally could see everything. Noreen's cunt lips clasped his cock like they were sucking it when she lifted her rear. And then when she came down, the action was reversed. It looked as if Tony was driving her cunt lips inside her vagina.
Sally Jean moved closer. Tony and Noreen were fucking faster. His shiny wet penis flashed in and out of Noreen's pussy at two, then three times the speed it had been moving.
As Noreen rode up and down on Tony's prick, Sally worked closer and closer. She was happy her girl friend was getting what she wanted. But she wanted to be doing something too. It wasn't enough just watching. All that did was make her more horny than she was. She edged closer until she could smell the heady aroma of Noreen's cunt swallowing Tony's eager penis. Until she could practically feel the spray of moisture from their joined sex organs when they came together with a sharp snap.
Noreen had sucked Tony's cock with her cunt juice on it. Sally Jean told herself that. She was absolving herself in advance for what she was about to do. She didn't want to admit it even to herself, but what Sally wanted was to taste Noreen's juice.
Suddenly her tongue darted out and licked Tony's hard, throbbing pole.
"Yeoweeee," Tony yelled. He bucked frantically and rammed his cock hard up Noreen's twat. The redhead screamed with ill-concealed pleasure at the sudden jab.
Noreen hunched over, her butt high in the air, her cunt just barely squeezing the big head on the end of Tony's shaft. And then Sally's mouth was in between the two hot bodies.
Greedily Sally Jean ran her tongue up the length of Tony's penis. She was careful to stop before she got to Noreen's throbbing twat.
She was surprised at the taste. Noreen's juice was thinner and more acrid than Tony's. But for some strange reason, Sally seemed to like it. Quickly she started slurping up and down Tony's rod. Her tongue curled around the white shaft and she wished she also had his round, red head to suck into her mouth and caress with her lips and tongue.
Her nostrils were filled with the strong, firm scent of two rutting bodies. Up and down her tongue flashed. Sally Jean didn't even notice when it first happened, but suddenly she was licking at the firm, hot crack that engulfed Tony's pulsating pecker.
Lesbian, her mind screamed at her. She didn't stop, though.
Noreen was moaning and groaning as each time her tongue climbed the brawny shaft of Tony's pecker it also scrubbed heatedly at Noreen's quivery cunt lips.
Sally heard her and vaguely thought the girl was showing Lesbian tendencies in her behavior. She wondered if Noreen hadn't been doing things with girls all along. But at the moment it didn't matter a damn to Sally. All that was of importance was getting her mouth over Tony's prick and Noreen's pulsating twat.
And then she couldn't hold back any longer and Noreen was rising up and smashing down hard on Tony's pecker and Sally couldn't get her face between them to suck on their inter laced sex organs. She was disappointed, but not too much. She put her hand between Tony's thighs and he opened his legs a little and she was able to cup his balls in her hand and stroke them even as Noreen lunged up and down in an apparent effort to fuck him half to death.
Harder and harder they plunged against each other. Sally's hand continued to fondle Tony's balls. But her free hand slipped easily between her own thighs and her finger stirred in the mushy swamp of her twat. She was thick and syrupy there and even as Noreen and Tony rubbed each other to a mutual climax, Sally rose on a swell of ecstasy.
She felt his balls harden. The closer Tony was to climax, the closer Sally also became. She speeded up the rapid lancing of her finger in and out of her cunt, moaning with joy until she felt the rapid smashing of Tony's cock into Noreen's cunt.
"Fuck, oh, fuck," Sally yelled.
Her finger twisted in her twat and sent her mind reeling on a sharp thrust of sensation.
Deeper and deeper her finger probed in her hole. She seemed to be trying to reach the ultimate depth.
And even long after Noreen collapsed in exhaustion on Tony's heaving body, Sally Jean was still coming and coming and coming.
And the thought uppermost in her mind was, Am I a Lesbian, too?
CHAPTER TEN
The end of school and summer vacation made a sudden change in Tony's fantasies and Sally Jean's plans. Tony had plotted to get both girls together a second time-something he worked out well in advance. But even as he worked on Sally to get her cooperation, their parents dropped a bombshell.
"We're going to Europe for a month," Mildred announced happily at dinner just before school ended. Mildred was their mother. And she looked at Robert, their father, as she made the announcement. When Tony and Sally sat in a stunned silence as she explained how she was taking a second honeymoon with their father on their twentieth wedding anniversary, Mildred realized that she had lost her audience.
"Aren't you happy for us?" she asked.
Sally Jean pulled herself together just in time. "Of course, Mother. It's just ... it's so sudden. We ... weren't prepared. I think it's just wonderful and I know you'll have a wonderful time...."
"But what about us?" Tony chimed in. "What are we going to do?"
"Well, darling," Mrs. Benchly said, "we would like to take both of you with us. But your father and I have been planning a chance for just the two of us to be together for a while and it works out well economically. And ... well ... we've made arrangements for the two of you to stay at your Uncle Jack's farm during the summer. It'll be like a vacation for you too." Mildred beamed at them, concealing her own concern over how they'd take it. She had already argued with Robert that it was unfair, leaving the kids behind. But he'd pointed out that not only would the two kids be exorbitantly expensive-but he did want to get off alone with her for a time. And Mildred trembled just thinking about it. Robert was a real lover when he was in the mood-and she had the feeling that he was going to be in the mood for the whole five and a half weeks they were going to be gone.
"That's swell, Mom." Tony stood up and theatrically hugged her. "We haven't been to Uncle Jack's in three or four years. But it was really keen the last time we were there."
"Oh, I'm so glad you understand," Mildred said. She looked at Tony and Sally and there were tears of joy in her eyes and Sally knew there was nothing she could say that wouldn't spoil it for her parents. So she just smiled.
Later, when she was alone with Tony, Sally glared at him and said, "It was really keen at Uncle Jack's the last time we were there." Her voice cracked a falsetto as she tried a sneering imitation of Tony's voice.
"Well," Tony said defensively, "I didn't want to disappoint mom."
"But did you have to put it on so thick? If you hadn't, maybe we could have stayed with Aunt Ruth in New York. Remember last time at Uncle Jack's. We worked so hard we had blisters every place but on our behinds. He doesn't believe in sitting down."
"I didn't think of going someplace else. I'd like to go to New York."
"That's what I mean, dummy." Sally's voice heaped score on her brother's thick head and all he could do was squirm and take it. Even Tony had to admit she was right.
"Anyway," he said darkly, "don't give me a lot of crap or I won't give you any of you know what." His hand cupped his balls and he leered at her. It had been a long enough time that he was feeling all bloated with his semen and he had discovered that Sally got horny faster than he did.
"You don't have the only cock in the world," Sally said. She pointedly avoided looking at the bulge his Levi's made between his fingers. She didn't want to admit it to Tony, but she wanted some cock at that very moment. More, now that she knew she was going to be at Uncle Jack's for half the summer. She figured she wouldn't be getting any there at all. Uncle Jack's idea of entertainment was getting up while it was dark and laughing at the first sleepy head to stumble over a rake handle and fall in the manure pile.
"How about tonight?" Tony persisted. His fingers tightened around his penis.
Sally pursed her lips. Then she thought about how wonderful his penis would feel slipping in and out of her warm tunnel, squeezing her cunt lips wide open while he sucked on her budding breasts. The thought made her all mushy inside. "Welllll," she said, "if you really need it that bad, I suppose I should let you have just a little."
"Okay," Tony said happily. "As soon as the folks are in bed I'll come to your room."
Sally smiled at him. "Whatever you need," she said. "I'll take care of it."
Sally wore her pink, shorty negligee to bed that evening-without the panties. She excused herself early and went to the bedroom and fussed around finding something to put on. It didn't matter to Tony-she knew that. But it made her feel real sexy.
Tony had given her a dirty look when she went to bed so early. But Sally Jean knew what she was doing. She figured the folks would call it a day early, too. They had to drive to Uncle Jack's in the morning, then pick up their own things and get out to the airport by cab. It was going to be a busy day for them.
Laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling of her room, Sally couldn't help getting an even earlier start. She remembered how she had seen Noreen in the shower and she idly let her fingers cup her own breasts. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but her breasts definitely seemed bigger today. Her fingers toyed with her nipples and they hardened immediately and stretched out and out and out, like little pricks being aroused.
With that amount of foreplay, Sally's body was turned on. The merest touch of her hands against her quivery breasts sent hot waves of feeling lancing through her body. It was all she needed.
Her hands slipped down the length of her nylon nightie and felt the lacey hem. Then her fingers were lifting the material off her legs and rumpling the front up on her soft belly. Cool air rushed in to stroke her moist thighs and riffle the hair on her cunt.
Sally Jean tingled. She felt so open with her pussy uncovered, even in her own, darkened bedroom that she could almost come just thinking about it. But she was going to do more than just think about it. That was for sure. Her fingertips teased at her thighs before moving onto the patch of soft fur surrounding her sex organs.
A subtle fragrance filled the room. It was heavy and musky and dry and she realized that it was the odor of her sex hole magnified a dozen times. When her finger actually touched her own hot, dry lips she had to cry out softly with pleasure. They were swollen and tender, and ready. The moment she pressed a fingertip against them, the love juice started seeping from her teenaged sex hole in a steady, warm stream of moisture.
That was enough. With a wild cry of pleasure, Sally Jean jammed her index finger between the swollen pink petals of her cunt and began masturbating with a special fury. It felt good. Not as good as Tony's big penis, maybe, but good all the same.
Her hips raised off the bed and opened her slot a little more. She was getting tender from the irritation of her own finger sliding in and out of her vagina like a piston in a motor. She cried out and writhed under the assault from her own finger. Her nerve ends tingled in response to her stroking. She was finger fucking herself into heaven and as she lay in bed, a little smile on her face. Sally thought, I don't need Tony's pecker. I don't need anyone or anything. All I need is my own hand to do this and this and this.
Her fingers twisted and turned in the hot, gushy confines of her sex tunnel. A feeling of heat emanated from her cunt and ran through her body. She was filled with it. She was immersed in the hot, sultry feeling of sex and she laid back and enjoyed it.
Slowly her finger built up its tempo. In and out of her clasping cunt lips. Faster and faster. Up and down. Her hand pumped her digit in her sex hole and she felt like she was being injected with sex.
She was swelling up inside. It was life pumping up an inner tube with a hand pump. Sally was panting. It felt so goood. Better. And better.
She lifted her hips and spread her thighs. She spread her knees and pointed her cunt at the wall like it was a gun while she rammed her finger into her hole with hard, shuddering strokes. She imagined it was Tony on her body, pressing her down.
"Uh, uh, uh," she cried out as her finger did its work in her juicy twat.
The bed springs protested under the violent pounding of her hips up and down as they augmented the fierce plunging of her finger in and out of her slot.
It was as if she could feel Tony's soft body pressing against her. His lips sucking, sucking, sucking on her tits. Sally was insane with the sensation. She even imagined Noreen's lips nibbling on her aching nipples and she finger fucked herself harder.
"I'm not a Lesbian," she moaned fiercely. "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not."
And then her finger seemed to strike a vital nerve in her twat. Her clitoris seemed to ache into a nonstop swelling that ultimately would end with an explosion.
"Yes," she cried. "Yes, yes, yes."
Sally's face was contorted as the tremendous force of her orgasm flowed through her and twisted her muscles and arched her back as she came and came in an unending flow of pleasure and sticky fluid from between her thighs.
But as she relaxed and settled into a soothing sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what she had meant when she was screaming, "Yes, yes, yes."
Being a Lesbian all of a sudden didn't seem so bad as it once had....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sally Jean had a contented smile on her face when Tony let himself in his sister's bedroom a couple of hours later. She looked contented, curled up and sleeping, hugging her pillow. Tony had turned the night light on so he wouldn't trip over anything as he walked through her room and he wondered what she was dreaming so happy about.
"Hey, Sis, wake up," He shook her shoulder gently and called in her ear.
"Hmmmmmm." Sally opened her eyes and looked up into her brother's face.
"Time to ball, baby." Tony grinned.
Sally Jean looked down from his smile to his naked chest to his naked stomach to his naked cock. "Tony," she said, surprised. "You're naked."
"Sure am, baby," he chuckled. Dexterously he lifted the edge of the blanket and slipped into bed with Sally. She shivered. His skin was cold from being out wandering around in the halls naked. She moved away from him slightly.
"Hey," he said, "is that any way to treat me? You asked me to come, you know."
"Oh, all right," Sally Jean replied. She moved back against him and put her hand out under the blanket. She was all sleepy warm- cozy. Her hand felt cool where it touched Tony's body.
Her fingers almost automatically found his prick and closed around it. It was hard and swollen. She began stroking it, feeling the rounded outlines of his penis sliding under her fingertips. She rubbed her thumb over the swollen glans and felt the wet slit in the end and Tony squirmed satisfyingly under the attention she was giving his penis.
Tony stared at his sister out of lust-glazed eyes. She seemed only half awake, cuddly, with the blanket tucked demurely under her chin. Her hand was invisible reaching under the covers. He felt her fingertips connect with his balls and he snorted.
"Hey, that's the way, Sis." He crowded over against her and put his own hands on her hot body. He was worried at first that she wasn't going to cooperate. She'd been kind of cool when he first crawled into bed with her. But his hands soon discovered that she was wearing a shorty nightie and nothing else.
"Ooooh, Tony," she murmured as she turned and burrowed against him.
Tony patted down her body. His hands were delightfully alive with the feel of her soft, firm breasts through the nylon. Her tits jiggled in his hands like Jello. He moved his fingers and wrapped them around her firm, rosy nipples. At the same time he squirmed his hips closer to the girl and began gently rubbing his pecker against her soft thigh.
"Stop that," she demanded. "That isn't being nice at all, Tony."
"What isn't?" he asked innocently. At the same time he was thinking how nice it was rubbing against his sister and how much better it would be when he-lined his penis up with her sex entrance and crammed it in her twat. That would be really good.
"Stop jacking off against my leg," she said angrily. "If you don't like my ass, you can take your prick somewhere else besides my leg."
"Now, honey," Tony replied, placatingly. "I'm just warming up. You know...."
He slipped his hand between her thighs and began tickling her pussy lips. At first they were tight and dry. But within moments moisture had seeped out around the edges and was making her sex hole slippery enough for his fingers to start sliding in and out without hindrance. Faster and faster his fingers were moving.
Sally Jean stopped talking. She twisted her body and was breathing faster as she felt her brother snapping his finger in and out of her aching sex hole. She moaned and then had to bite her lip to shut off the sound. She writhed her hips and held her cunt up for him to fuck hard and long.
"See, Sis," he said triumphantly," I was just warming up, sort of like that...."
"Tony, eat my cunt," Sally Jean said, cutting his triumphant smirk off. "Get down there and rim it with your tongue. My god, I really need it, Tony."
"Let's just ball, Sis." Tony pushed up against her and tried to slide his penis between her clasped thighs and into her fuck chute. But she wouldn't let him.
"Eat it," she demanded. She was fully awake now, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted that dumb, superior brother of hers to go down on her and lick her cunt out until he knew who was the boss. And she wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Well...." Tony said, thinking.
"Well, nothing." Sally Jean had detected his hesitation. "Get your tongue in my twat and start eating out my cunt or forget it and go back to bed-in your own room."
"Okay," Tony finally said. "But only if we sixty-nine it. That's fair, Sis."
Sally Jean knew what sixty-nine was, all right. She'd heard the other girls talking about it-sometimes with disgust and loathing. And she wasn't sure that would satisfy what she wanted to do to that brothers of hers. But she was trapped by her own desires. She wanted to be sucked and he was the only mouth and prick handy for the job.
"Okay," she agreed. "But you'd better make it good, Tony, or you won't get any more ass at all tonight."
"Sure, Sis." Tony scrambled around on the bed and straddled his sister's head with his knees. He had already pulled the blanket off Sally Jean and after spreading her thighs with his hands he was ready. He could hardly wait. His penis felt as heavy as a cannon.
Expertly the boy separated her thighs and then his head was bobbing down toward his sister's soft, warm, fur fringed pussy. His tongue flicked out and caressed the slick flesh that-lined her cunt. Once, and then again. There was pleasure in the incessant tunneling of his tongue into her hole, the twisting and turning of the tip against her convulsing lining. Faster and faster Tony dug his tongue into her quivering quim.
And then he suddenly stopped and raised his head. "Suck my dick," he ordered. Sally Jean was stunned. It was just starting to feel so good she didn't want it to stop.
"Suck my dick," Tony ordered her again, repeating himself.
Sally wanted to say no. But then, she knew, he wouldn't tongue her twat anymore and now she was ravenous for that. She opened her lips and settled them around her brother's pulsating prick and began sucking.
And then the wild tonguing of her cunt began. His tongue slithered into her hungry twat like a snake. It twisted and turned inside Sally Jean's channel and she clung desperately to her brother's naked hips with her hands as her lips curled around his long, throbbing penis. She loved it. She loved sucking his stick. Her hot saliva coated his cock while her lips slid up and down. As Sally Jean got hotter, her head moved faster. She was staring at his balls from only inches away. She could watch them tighten as he got ready to shoot his load and she knew she was going to be ready for it.
His tongue was like a prick, shoving heatedly in her snatch.
"Mmmmmmm," she wailed around his pecker as she felt her orgasm engulf her, as it prickled her body from her cunt to her tit tips.
"Keep it down," Tony snarled. "Do you want to wake the folks up with all that noise?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
After they rolled apart, Tony told her to get off the bed.
"Screw you," Sally said, still trying to maintain her grip over her brother. She had the desperate feeling it was slipping. But she had to try anyway.
"Don't give me a lot of lip," Tony said. "You want to get the folks in here?"
"Well ... no." Sally shook her head and wondered if her brother was just bluffing or if he would take a chance wrestling with her of waking their parents up.
She decided it wasn't worth the risk to find out and slowly got off the bed.
Tony stood beside her and caressed her naked flank with his hand. At least that had its usual effect and started those strange stirrings between Sally Jean's thighs again.
"Bend over the chair," he ordered her. He pinched her almost plump bottom.
Indignantly Sally jerked away. She didn't like what was happening-her brother starting to act like king of the hill. She should be telling him what was what.
Roughly, Tony grabbed her head by the hair and dragged her over to the crushed velvet barrel chair that sat in front of her vanity. He pushed her against it and started to bend her body over it by sheer, brute force.
"All right, damnit," Sally Jean said. She had tried to fight him, but her little brother was getting too strong and heavy for her and she finally had to give in.
Following his directions, Sally Jean leaned over the back of the yellow chair and supported herself by putting her hands on the sloping arms.
Critically, Tony watched her place herself. "Spread your feet more," he said.
It was embarrassing to Sally to have to do what he said. Her rear was already exposed to every errant breeze that blew through the bedroom. She shivered as she spread her feet wider apart and felt her pussy lips stretching open.
"That's good." Tony stood back and examined her position.
Sally felt ridiculous. Her tits hung straight down and that gave them a swollen, jiggly feel whenever she made the slightest move. Her hair fell down around her face like blinkers and she couldn't see to the side or what Tony was up to. Her rear was higher in the air than the rest of her and she was painfully aware of the way her position exposed her sexually to her brother's probing eyes and grasping fingers.
"Ooooo." Sally Jean squirmed as Tony put a hand on her upraised box and slowly inserted a finger. It felt good, but lewd at the same time. She couldn't help wiggling her butt and aiding his finger to slide up her greased hole.
"That's the way, baby." Tony was ecstatic. He slipped another finger in her vagina and stretched her beautifully open a little further. Sally was loving every minute of it.
"Don't do that, Tony," she said sharply. But she didn't try to get away. Her legs were trembling and she was waiting to see what else her brother would do to her cunt that would make her feel even better. But she felt that she had to rebel before she thought she was just a toy for his convenience. But his finger did feel wonderful in her snatch.
"Don't do what, baby?" Tony pressed up against her and frigged his finger in and out. His penis was long and hard and hot and wet. And it pressed up against Sally Jean's thigh as he leaned against her-only inches away from the gaping opening of her cunt.
Sally Jean ducked her head and looked back between her thighs and gasped.
What she saw were his two fingers, glistening with her pussy juice, rotating around and around in her excited flesh hole. He plunged them in and out of her snatch in a slow rhythm that set her teeth on edge and made her push back harder with her butt.
"Faster, Tony," she ordered. She shoved against his fingers with her twat.
His body pressed against hers and she saw his cock laying against the inside of her thigh, pushing against the bottom of her gently rounded lower belly.
Suddenly Sally was excited. She could see everything from this angle. Everything. "Stick your cock in me, Tony," she said breathlessly. "Do it now, baby. I want to watch."
"Okay, but I want you to lick it first." Tony left off finger fucking her and walked around to the front of the chair. He offered her his cock like an all-day sucker.
"All right, all right," Sally said excitedly. She felt so empty she'd have done anything to get her brother's cock in her cunt at the moment. Damn, she thought to herself, when will he ever get tired of having his stick licked? I just sucked him off and he wants it again. Sally Jean shook her head as she considered the insatiability of boys-her brother in particular. But she did it. She stuck out her tongue and gave him a quick wash job. Only her heart wasn't in it. At the moment it was between her legs where she desperately wanted her brother's penis. Where she was going to get his cock or else.
Tony didn't seem to mind her reluctance, though. The soft touch of her lips revitalized his penis. It stiffened and jabbed demandingly between Sally's lips and into her hot mouth. She couldn't help letting it in and then sucking gently on it. Even if she was reluctant, she had to admit that the taste was good-she liked that part of giving her brother a head job.
It helped, too, when he slid his hand under her body and began to fondle her tits. They were electric from hanging down from her chest. Her nipples and the surrounding red was goose bumped, rough. She was twice as sensitive as she normally would be.
"Mmmmmphhh," she moaned around her mouthful of cock. She swirled her tongue over the rounded end of his penis and tried to draw his cock juice out the little hole.
Tony began humping his hips and banging his balls against her lips. He was in a state of high excitement and his hands cupped themselves around Sally's head.
Suddenly he stopped and quivered. His trembling cock in Sally's mouth was losing drops of his precious fluid and he fought to hold back the surge that would surely drain him.
He sighed and Sally gingerly eased her lips from around his swollen staff.
"Quick," she begged. "Stick it up my cunt, Tony. Please. Please."
He looked at her as if surprised that she would plead with him to get fucked. But he was pleased, too. His eyes sparkled. He was making his sister grovel to get what he wanted to give her, and it was a wonderful feeling of power.
For the longest time, Tony stood behind Sally Jean, his hands hot on her uptilted buttocks. She felt him there and quivered with suppressed excitement. Electric thrills ran through her and she lowered her head and looked back past her hanging breasts at her spread thighs. Even the soft flesh between her thighs was quivering as she saw what she was looking for: Tony's large, rotund, moist penis moving nearer and nearer toward her sex slot.
Her cunt was swollen. The lips were distended and stood out clearly from her crotch as if begging for Tony's pecker. Her clitoris, normally a small, neutral bulge at the head of her slit, was a swollen, fiery red nubbin- demanding special attention.
And then, even as Sally watched, Tony was rubbing the swollen glans of his penis against that very slit. It slid easily, lubricated by his own sex juice leaking from the end.
Sally Jean started when she realized she was leaking too. A dribble of clear fluid had edged from her closed pussy lips and was streaking its way down the inside of her thigh. It was a ticklish feeling, itchy and uncertain.
"Hurry, Tony," she murmured. He was driving her crazy, he was taking so long.
Tony slowly worked his cock between her spread thighs. He centered the swollen head between his sister's swollen, distended cunt lips and almost sighed with pleasure as he felt the hot lips slide greasily around his prick head. It felt terrific.
"Aaaaahhhh," Sally Jean said softly. She felt wonderfully squishy as his cock penetrated up into her aching vagina. Her eyes were entranced by the slippery look of Tony's penis grooving up into her hole. She could hardly believe what she was seeing.
It looked to Sally Jean as if Tony was punching a hole in her. His cock had started out pressing against a small indentation, but as he pushed, more and more of his penis slipped up inside her, widening the hole to take his whole, enormous width.
At the same time she had FELT it. His cock pushing up into her cunt hadn't felt as big as it looked, but it had still felt tremendous. Her pussy lips tingled with the sensation of his penis filling her, splitting her, tearing her open.
And then, as she watched his limber cock jabbing in and out in swift, savage pistoning motions, she really was turned on. Her insides were one scalding flame of feeling. His cock running into her filled her with fire and pleasure. His pelvis slapping hard against her buttocks sent thrills shooting through her body His balls swinging wildly at the end of his stroke to strike her extended clitoris were peons of joy.
"More," she moaned throatily. "More, more, more, more...."
Tony heard her and redoubled his efforts. He thrust into her harder and harder each time, using his cock like a spear intended to wound her, to subdue her.
But each time he drove it to the sheath in his sister's aching twat, she was able to unsheath it and twist it in her cunt with an expert motion of her hips.
"Faster," she grunted between clenched teeth. "Fuck me faster."
Tony was trying. He held on to his sister's gyrating ass and drove his cock in as fast as he could. But it felt like she was skinning him with her cunt, stripping his cock bare. Harder. Harder he drove his purplish knob into her crack. HARDER.
He was coming. He didn't want to. His pecker was swelling, filling with the strange heat of his semen rising through his constricted penis tube.
Sally seemed to sense his moment. She heaved her ass backwards, impaling her cunt on his oscillating penis again and again. She was so close to orgasm she didn't want him to stop. Not yet.
"Aaaaghhh," Tony groaned. He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed his sister's sweet, rounded ass with his fingers and squeezed. He dug into her buttocks and yanked her back onto his prick so he could feed it into her, so he could pump his hot, white juice up her straining cunt while he yelled with fierce joy.
The pain from his gripping fingertips lanced through Sally Jean's body. She quivered in the throes of orgasm and strained back, settling her cunt over the very roots of his penis and trying to swallow his balls as well.
It wasn't pain anymore. It was like electricity shooting through her body, igniting the explosive power of her hoarded sex.
"Fuck," Sally cried in a long, drawn-out wail. "Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk."
And then she was collapsing, her insides a molten mass of feeling and tingling and eruptions that seemed to tear her apart into a million fragments....
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When their father dropped them off at the farm and told Uncle Jack to treat them just like his own kids, Tony and Sally Jean exchanged worried glances. Uncle Jack wasn't noted for his soft-handed treatment with anybody, much less his own children.
However, the initial trepidation dissipated in a few minutes as they renewed acquaintances with Uncle Jack's three boys.
Wilbur was the oldest. Sixteen, he was almost six feet tall and as heavily muscled as a farm hand-which he was whenever his father caught him doing nothing else. He had light brown hair bleached on the ends from being out in the sun most of the time. His eyebrows were twisty and while Sally Jean remembered him from their last stay at the farm, she had to admit he was a lot different. In fact, when she looked at him she got a strange thrill in her body. One that didn't just go away.
"Come on," Wilbur said, "we'll take you on a tour of the farm, in case you don't remember it too well. It helps to know where everything is around here."
"I'll bet," Tony said under his breath. He didn't have any illusions.
Neither did Sally. "You four go ahead," she said. "I'm going to help Aunt Martha in the kitchen for a while." Sally Jean had an ulterior motive, however. Aunt Martha was as old fashioned as her husband-though she was a very sweet person. But Sally knew that if she didn't at least appear to be interested in the kitchen and cooking and cleaning-the way Aunt Martha spent most of her life-her aunt would be seriously worried about her femininity. And Sally knew as well that only Aunt Martha could temper her husband's sometimes stern and usually unrelenting decisions about discipline.
But then, when she walked into the kitchen with Aunt Martha and thought, I wonder when Aunt Martha got her first piece of ass? she broke into an insane giggle.
"Land sakes, child," Aunt Martha said. "Land sakes...." She patted the laugh sttuck girl on the back and worried about her health and reactions.
What she didn't know was that Sally Jean was laughing because she couldn't imagine her rotund and rosy-cheeked aunt doing anything as sinfully interesting as fucking. She supposed Aunt Martha liked it once in a while- after all, there were the three boys. But thinking of her with her short, fat legs wrapped around some man's waist while he rode his cock into her depths seemed ludicrous. Sally Jean just couldn't visualize that happening somehow. Aunt Martha's children had to be an example of immaculate conception.
Sally Jean had the almost irrational thought that she should ask Aunt Martha what was happening-where the action was-on the farm. But then Aunt Martha wouldn't understand. No more than if Sally admitted that she was getting all of her fucking from her brother.
Aunt Martha bustled around the kitchen and showed Sally Jean where everything was. And then she said, "Land sakes, child. Why don't you get out there with your brother and Wilbur and the boys and have a good time. This is your first day here and you're acting like you've been sold into slavery. Why we love to have you here and you're guests. Don't go thinking you have to earn your way. And don't listen to old thick-headed Jack. He's got a pretty bad bark, but I've taken all the teeth out of his bite." And Aunt Martha winked as if she'd told Sally Jean a particularly good joke.
Leaving the kitchen, Sally Jean decided that Aunt Martha didn't know Uncle Jack half as much as she let on she did. Anyway, she was free for the day.
Walking across the barnyard between the barn and the house looking for the boys, it occurred to her that Aunt Martha had referred to Wilbur as if he wasn't a boy anymore. As if he was somehow special. Sally shrugged. He was older. And for some reason he had impressed Sally Jean more than the others ... but she knew she shouldn't be thinking thoughts like that. Yet, she couldn't help imagining her cousin in bed with her, his lips on her tits, his hard penis searching out the entrance to her slithery wet twat.
"Hey, Sally Jean. Over here."
Sally was interrupted from her revery by one of the boys standing in the barn waving at her and calling. She changed direction and a Rhode Island Red cackled indignantly as Sally Jean almost stepped on her.
The chicken had stopped running and was settling down to a simmering outrage by the time Sally stepped into the cool shadow cast by the big barn doorway. She remembered the hen's outraged red comb standing straight up and a rooster sort of sauntering the hen's way as she went into the barn and smelled the odor of straw and cows filling her nostrils.
For a moment, she was curious. She wondered if the chickens were going to fuck. But then she was inside the barn and she figured she'd get lots of other chances to see a rooster service a hen. It was the sort of thing that happened all the time around a farm.
"Hey, Sally Jean," Tony said, "we're going up in the hayloft and we were waiting to see if you wanted to go too."
Sally looked at him as if to ask him how silly he could be. What could she possibly want in the hayloft? She was even going to ask him that question.
And then Sally Jean became aware of the tension in the air. Wilbur with his sad and quizzical look and the other two boys stared at her expectantly. As if waiting.
"Sure," she said. "Why not? You've got to see the hayloft once."
One of the younger cousins giggled and Sally Jean knew she was right in suspecting the boys were up to something. But it was all right with her. She knew she could handle them. She smiled at them and asked, "Where is it?"
Wilbur pointed to a straight wooden slat ladder going up to a hole in the high ceiling. Straw fringed the hole and Sally had dim memories of being up there before, the last time she'd been on the farm. "Who's first up the ladder."
"Ladies first," Tony said gallantly. He waved at the ladder and stepped aside.
It wasn't until she was up a couple of rungs that Sally Jean remembered she was wearing a short skirt that flared out from her hips. She looked down and as she suspected the four boys were gathered around the base of the ladder expectantly.
Well, she thought, it wouldn't hurt anything. She went up a little higher.
The boys craned their necks and stared up. Sally Jean felt a pink flush start on her legs and go up her body. It was obvious they were looking up her skirt and had a perfect view of her naked thighs and the way her panties clasped her pussy in a snug grip.
The ladder shook and then in a moment one of the boys was climbing up the other side and his head was inches below the hem of her skirt and he was looking up.
Sally Jean climbed. There was nothing else to do. There was a boy behind her on the ladder and the one on the other side and she couldn't go down. Besides she didn't care if they looked up her skirt. Boys, she knew, were always going to be boys and she wasn't against them getting a cheap thrill.
She went up a little higher and her head was in the hayloft. It was darker up there, and warmer. The air was musty heavy with the sweet smell of straw curing away from the sun. She was about to go up further when she felt the bump of warm flesh against her butt. And then there was a warm kiss on her buttock where her plump behind made a crease on her thigh. It sent a thrill shooting through her body and she suddenly knew what she was going to be doing with the boys up there. She stayed perfectly still, poised on the high ladder with her legs spread open, her feet hooked on different rungs of the ladder.
The boy whose head was under her skirt moved his face an inch and Sally suddenly shivered as he made contact with her quivering pussy. The touch of his lips on her cunt released a deluge of moisture. It seemed to pour out of her, staining her panties.
Sally Jean was embarrassed. She knew the boy kissing her sex was suddenly being bombarded with the thick, musky odor of her sex. His nose was practically pressing in her box and his hands were caressing her legs and thighs and sliding up around her sex.
Sally Jean was tense. His fingers were closer to her slit and she expected any moment that the boy would snatch her panties off and maybe plant his tongue full depth into her quivering quim.
But he didn't. The hot hand caressed her butt and then gave her a hard shove on her behind and boosted her unceremoniously up into the hayloft.
Scrambling away from the square opening cut into the floor of the hayloft, Sally wasn't surprised to see that it was her smart-ass brother scrambling up after her. She smoothed her gingerbread skirt over her thighs and stared at him. "What was that all about?" she asked. Her tone was as sarcastic as she could make it.
"Nothing. Come on, Sis, be a sport." He turned and started to haul the next boy up into the loft. But he didn't turn fast enough that Sally Jean couldn't see the huge bulge in the front of his pants and the lust in his hot, little eyes.
She knew that that look meant that she was going to get fucked. Good.
She trembled all over and knew that she wanted it to happen. And she didn't know if she could wait until they were alone before she encouraged him to get with it.
"Be a sport about what?" she demanded. She eyed him suspiciously.
"Aw, Sis, you know," Tony said, trying desperately to hedge. He hauled Wilbur up into the loft and was giving the last cousin a hand. She tried to remember the boy's name, but couldn't. It didn't really matter. She'd learn it. They'd be there long enough.
"I know what?"
"I promised the guys. You know. I told them we'd show them how to fuck."
Sally's eyes bulged and she looked around at the boys. And for once she was speechless.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sally let Tony push her back into the pile of clean, yellow straw. And then she didn't protest when he pulled her panties down her legs and left her pussy bare.
The three boys, her cousins, watched tensely but silently as Tony began the preliminaries to screwing his sister. The thing they all had in common was a bulge in the front of their blue jeans and hot, shiny eyes. Sally Jean realized they had never watched anyone screw before. Well, they were even. It was the first time she'd been watched.
As Tony tucked her skirt up around her waist, the prickly straw pressed into Sally Jean's waist flesh. It was itchy where it jabbed into her. Particularly around her buttocks and pussy where her thighs were particularly sensitive. She squirmed and felt the pricks of the stiff straws biting her. Strangely, the feeling turned her on.
Tony opened her blouse and Sally arched her back to help him. The cool air blowing through the loft cooled them. But not enough to reduce the swelling of her tits. They were fat and succulent even without Tony's help. Her nipples were swollen like figs and the boy lowered his head and began noisily to suck one.
Sally's breast responded by hardening. Her nipple was stiff in his mouth and dueled with his tongue and then he switched breasts and nipples and the battle started all over again. Sally was panting. She felt like she was being sucked right out through her nipple into her brother's mouth. She was being turned inside out and filled with a warm, smooth feeling. And then his mouth left her tits and she was sinking back into the straw, the individual pieces prickling her naked back. Her cousins moved closer for a better look.
Tony raised his head and began to strip his clothes off until he was naked.
Sally Jean figured she might as well help. Squirming in the straw, she unfastened her skirt and drew it off and threw it aside. When her butt settled back into the straw, it was like a thousand ants were crawling over her crotch. She didn't mind, though. It was a feeling that was superheating her crotch. Turning her sex center into an inferno.
And then Tony was kneeling over her, his magnificent penis waving in the air where she could reach up and begin stroking it with wordless admiration.
Tony stroked her breasts. They didn't have to say anything. Sally Jean could see the hard bulges in the front of her cousins' Levi's and she determined to give them something to remember.
Gently she rose up and kissed the end of Tony's cock without being asked. And then she was swallowing his penis into her mouth, her hot lips circling it and drawing it in.
At the same time, she put a hand on one of her breasts and cupped it, showing the stiff nipple between her fingers. Then she was manipulating that, too. She squeezed and mauled it and felt the pleasure starting in her breasts and spreading to her mouth and pussy. She squirmed her behind in the straw and enjoyed the feel of Tony's cock fucking her mouth. It was like it was plunging in a second vagina and she even regretted it when her brother pulled his saliva wet pecker out of her mouth and he sat back and smiled at her.
Sally Jean smiled at him and lay down on the straw and spread her legs, showing the hair covered slot of her pussy. Then, when Tony positioned himself over her, she guided his cock, still wet from her mouth, down to the groove in her crotch.
He didn't hit her hole straight at first and Sally had to repoint it with her fist and then Tony leaned forward and it slid in her sex pocket to the balls like it was greased. He smiled as Sally moaned and squirmed while her pussy grew accustomed to being spread wide open. And then, after a few heated moments, Tony began to fuck her in earnest, stroke after hard stroke. He was really ringing her bells for her.
Sally forgot about everything except the thrust, thrust, thrust of his penis in her pussy and the long, sensational withdrawals. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that Billy, the youngest of her cousins, had his penis out and was stroking it desperately in cadence to the easy rhythm she had with her brother.
"Harder," she breathed in Tony's ear. She stuck her tongue in his ear and wiggled it around and Tony drove his hips down with violent force filling her with his stiff meat.
She raised her hips to meet his thrusts. She was the anvil for his hammer. She was being beaten out and the harder Tony tore into her hole the more Sally Jean licked it.
Forgotten were the other boys. She arched her back, opening her hole to his thrusts. "More," she moaned, "fuck me more, Tony. Harder. FASTER."
Her voice raised to a screech as she drove her hole down on his nail. She was loving it and he pounded his hips into her bottom. She raised her legs and wrapped them around her brother's waist and rode him as hard as she could, rejoicing in the wet feel of his cock sliding up her channel and plunging against her womb.
Suddenly he was pounding her apart and Sally knew she was about to come.
"Aiiissseeee," she screamed, announcing that it was happening.
Her asshole clenched and unclenched in sympathy to the pounding of his peter into her defenseless cunt. He was jazzing her furiously and Billy was pounding his fist up and down on his cock in time to their movements.
Sally Jean fixed her eyes on Billy's penis and the way his hand gripped the soft skin around it and pumped it up and down. She visualized Tony's cock in her doing the same thing and it was too much for her. Her butt heaved high into the air and ground against Tony's body and milked his cock into her ravenous cunt.
Tony cried out hoarsely and began to squirt with fire hose force inside her twat.
At the same time, Billy's fist tightened around his own penis and the head turned purple and swelled and he seemed to be holding his breath as he held his pecker.
And then he let go and his cum was shooting in spurts at the roof.
Even as her vagina writhed around the hot flow of Tony's jism in her cunt, Sally stared at her cousin's copious outflow and imagined her lips on his penis sipping down his hard flowing load and it made her feel warm and contented.
She jerked and twitched until she felt Tony's peter soften and start to pull out of her cunt and then she clamped down with her battered cunt muscles and tried to strip it dry.
"Well," Tony said proudly when he was out. "That's the way to do it."
"Hey, that was great," the boy whose name Sally didn't know said. He leaned over and looked into her red-tinted cunt and looked respectfully at the white cum seeping out from between her tight, soft pussy lips. "Can I be next?"
Sally stared up at him and was seized with a sudden dreadful thought. What had Tony promised his cousins they were going to do in the hayloft? She didn't have to wait long to find out. It wasn't being kept as a deep, dark secret from anyone.
"Sure, Frank," Tony said generously. "Go ahead and be my guest."
Before Frank stripped off his clothes and got between her legs, Sally thought sarcastically about Tony saying, be my guest. MY GUEST! She was enraged beyond belief. It was her cunt Frank was going to crawl on and Tony was inviting them to use her like his personal car. She was going to get even. Whatever it took, Sally knew that.
By that time, Frank was in position. That's when the idea seized her.
"Before you do that, you've got to eat me out," Sally said sweetly.
"What?" Frank shook his head and stared at her as if he didn't comprehend what she was saying. And that couldn't have been the case, because Sally was sure she had said it very clearly to the boy.
"You have to suck my snatch, first," Sally said, repeating herself for his benefit.
Frank looked stunned. He was a solidly built fifteen-year-old and with his shirt and pants off he looked like a model out of one of the muscle magazines that Sally liked.
"What do you mean?" He asked at last. He stared in fascination between Sally Jean's spread legs. He licked his lips as he stared at her oozy cunt.
"I mean," Sally patiently explained again, "that you've got to go down on me first."
"I don't know," Frank said. He looked uncertainly at her pussy for a long time.
"Go on, Frank," Wilbur said quietly. "It's only fair. You want to dip your wick in her pussy so you might as well clean it out first." There was the flat tone of an indisputable statement in Wilbur's voice and it was obvious hat neither Frank nor Billy were in the habit f disagreeing seriously with what Wilbur had ) say.
"All right, Wilbur. If you say so," Frank lid. He gulped and got ready for his first fluff dive. He didn't look happy about it. He couldn't forget that the cream he was going to be lapping belonged to Tony. He licked his lips again and he was ready.
Sally was ready, too. She was willing to let him fuck her. But this was going to work out better than it had looked at first. Smiling, she lifted her hips and used her fingertips to spread her pussy lips. Even that felt good at that particular moment.
Frank gulped and closed his eyes and dived for her fragrant snatch.
His lips skidded down the inside of her thigh. And then his hands were on her legs and his mouth slipped to the apex of her thighs and Frank didn't have any more excuses. His tongue flicked out and Sally Jean sighed as she felt it driving deep into her hot gash. Tony hadn't meant to do her any special favors, but feeling Frank's tongue stroking in and out of her semen filled hole was a super one to Sally.
"Oooooooooo, don't stop, Frank," Sally Jean wailed. "Keep your tongue working. Swirl it around in there, baby. That's the way. TONGUE FUCK MEEEEEEE."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Frank's tongue had driven up Sally Jean's twat like a spike. She was impaled on it and writhing gloriously. It felt wonderful rutting around in her twat. She clenched down with her vaginal lips and was rewarded with his tongue skittering around as she practically forced it out of her sex hole. She rolled her hips and Frank's nose bumped her clitoris.
Around Frank, Wilbur and Billy and Tony watched in fascinated silence. Even Tony had never watched another boy eat his sister's twat. But now that he knew how easy it was to get cooperation from guys with the promise of a little pussy, he was pretty sure he was going to see a lot more of it going on. He was positive of that.
Frank was really pouring it to Sally Jean. Once the boy got used to the idea of having his tongue in her slimy cunt, he began to enjoy it.
The fragrance that drifted up from Sally Jean's slot was enough to turn him on by itself. He'd only smelled that odor at school on a particularly hot day once before and he still remembered how it excited him. And now he was able to bury his tongue in his pretty cousin's snatch. And he really liked the way her hot, firm pussy lips gripped his tongue and alternately tried to push it out and suck it in.
In and out, faster and faster Frank lapped at Sally Jean's box. His nose sttuck against her swollen and excited clitoris and started tremers of excitement racing through her body. They transferred to Frank's body by touch and he could feel the electric excitement racing inside him, erecting his cock like it had never been pulled up before.
"That's the way, Frank," Sally Jean called excitedly. "Now fuck me. Stick that beautiful cock up my cunt and fuck me until I'm blue."
Frank wasn't all that good. Sally Jean had to admit even Tony did a better job of lapping her cunt. But he had turned her on and she was ready to fuck him. Particularly in front of his two brothers. Just the knowledge that they were looking on while the boy sucked her cunt clean increased the pleasure that surged through her body from the fellation.
But she knew she was going to enjoy the fucking, too. Frank crawled up her body awkwardly and Sally Jean knew she had a virgin.
Tenderly she caught his bobbing prick in her hand and guided it to the hot split between her legs and led it into her pussy and cried out when Frank managed to jab it full length into her cunt. He was tickling her womb with it and she realized he was longer than Tony.
As awkwardly as he had jabbed into her hole, Frank began the rhythm of drawing his cock out of her and thrusting it back in. Each thrust was rough and rasping against Sally Jean's tight cunt lips. And good feeling. She loved it and responded frantically.
Faster and faster they smashed their bodies together driving Frank's pecker full length up her twat. And with each thrust he became more proficient.
"Uh, uh, uh," Sally panted as she caught the rhythm and then raised her hips to catch his tribute in her bull's eye. She groaned and squealed and showed how much she enjoyed being sucked by her cousin and the excitement became too much for him and he plunged hard against her crying, "I'm going to shoot. I'm going to cum."
He was right and in a moment Sally felt her insides flooded with the continuous flow of his hot juice as it filled her cunt and ran over and seeped out on the straw.
She twitched her hips and her pussy sucked at his cock, drawing out the last of his juice. But Frank didn't care anymore. He had collapsed on Sally Jean like a wet rag. His hand idly stroked her hard, pulsing tit. But it was obvious his mind was on the penis he had stuffed up her slot. He was enjoying it too much to stop now and he began licking her tits with more energy than knowledge.
"Stop it, baby," Sally gasped. "That tickles." And then she laughed and writhed to prove it. "Stop it. You've had your turn and it's somebody else's now."
His face was twisted in a grimace of disappointment, but Frank got up. "Maybe later," he said hopefully. His eyes were hungry on Sally's hot body and the fuck hole he had left, but hoped he could get back into later. His cock was only half limp and it was obvious that Frank was more than willing to fuck a lot longer if he could get away with it.
Sally Jean's pussy was getting a little sore and the straw pricking her skin was starting to irritate her. She figured it was best to get it over with as fast as she could. "Come on," she said and guided Billy between her legs and felt his small but perfectly formed penis slide into her cunt. She opened her mouth and kissed him hungrily on the lips. And then her tongue had slipped into her youngest cousin's mouth and was duelling with his tongue, playing with it and touching it and inflaming the boy until he couldn't hold still.
But that was the idea. As he squirmed and threshed on her body his penis twisted and tore at Sally Jean's clutching cunt. She humped her ass and Billy humped back and Sally Jean was caught up in the same stroke and pull out rhythm she'd had with Frank. The kids didn't look alike, but they fucked alike and it wasn't long before Billy was humping her like an old pro.
The boy was shorter than she was and she gently pushed his head down her chest until his mouth was centered on one of her swollen, tender nipples. As he sucked and warmed her breasts with his mouth, she gestured at Wilbur.
The oldest boy approached her self-consciously. He was still wearing his clothes and it was only at Tony and Frank's prodding that he took off his shirt and pants.
Although Sally Jean was floating in a haze of sexual feeling from the things Billy was doing to her, she gasped as she saw Wilbur's prick. It was extra long and thick and stuck out as hard as an iron bar in front of him. Just looking at it made her want to grasp it with her hands and cram it up her cunt and fuck herself silly on it.
But her cunt was full and when Sally reached out and stroked it and it pointed up even harder she couldn't resist. Even while Billy was plowing her furrow with his small pecker, Sally had Wilbur's penis stuck in her avaricious mouth.
She writhed under Billy's frenzied sexual assault. The boy was wild with the wonderful sensation of fucking a woman, of plunging his penis in her rubbery sex tube and stroking her cunt with his pecker and feeling it slither around in her greasy slot.
Sally Jean's mouth worked around the big lump of Wilbur's cock. Tenderly she bit the tip and then stroked it with her tongue. Harder and harder she mauled it and still Wilbur seemed content to let it rest in her mouth. She could tell he was excited. His penis was throbbing like mad. He just wasn't showing it.
Sally's one hand curled around Billy's buttock and helped pound his cock into her hole as her other hand carefully wrapped around Wilbur's huge pecker.
Looking up into her cousin's somber eyes, Sally Jean started masturbating Wilbur's thick penis the way Billy had masturbated his. The difference was that the end was in her sucking, sliding mouth and Wilbur was getting a double workout.
The boy couldn't resist for long and suddenly he was heaving back and forth in the throes of his approaching orgasm.
Billy was still pounding into her twat and Sally remembered he'd already jacked off once. Her hand curled around his soft buttock and jammed a finger in his exposed ass and suddenly Billy was flying to catch up. He was afire with sexual feeling. It was like she was pushing his lead out of his penis pencil with her finger. But it didn't much matter. The fact was that he was going to come. He couldn't help himself and he pounded as hard as he could into Sally Jean's accommodating cunt.
At the same time, the boy's teeth clamped down on her swollen nipple and a fresh wave of feeling swept through Sally Jean. Not for the first time, it seemed to her that her mouth was a second cunt receiving the pleasure from Wilbur's cock that her cunt was missing. Her lips clung with special feeling to Wilbur's prick as he plowed it into her mouth and then he trapped her head in his hands as he shot off in devastating spurts into her mouth and throat while she gulped down his semen in a desperate attempt not to drown.
Billy had gone rigid on her soft body and his cock was spurting too, pouring his juice into his pretty cousin's cunt. He kissed her breast tenderly.
Sally Jean was afloat with sexual feeling. The steady pumping of Wilbur's come in her mouth and Billy's flooding her cunt seemed like two forest fires coming together. One swept up her body from her cunt. The other worked down her body with incredible intensity until they met in a fast burning explosion of feeling.
Sally Jean felt her head reel and even after Billy had pulled out of her cunt, she was still dizzy and she stroked Wilbur's beautiful pecker even as he tried to take it away.
"I'm sorry," he said humbly. His eyes were sheepdog sad.
"What for?" Sally Jean asked. "That was beautiful, lover...."
"For ... for holding you and shooting into your mouth. I ... I just couldn't help it."
Sally Jean wanted to laugh, to tell him how much she loved it. But Wilbur suddenly pulled on his clothes and scrambled out of the hayloft. Sally Jean stared after him with sad and troubled eyes. She tried to push Billy off so she could scramble after Wilbur. But it took a few minutes and then a few more while Billy and Frank apologetically wiped the semen off her thighs and handed her clothes and snuck a few sneaky feels that made Sally feel even more like a woman.
She knew that Wilbur would be all right. He was a boy, after all. And she knew something like what he was thinking about was no problem for a boy. In a little while he'd be just as horny as ever. That's what she was sure of. She hoped.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When they climbed down from the hayloft, Frank was careful to brush off the straw that clung to Sally Jean's slightly rumpled dress. His hand took the opportunity, too, of caressing her buttocks and slipping between her thighs and feeling her puffy crotch.
Then they sort of split up, the two cousins together and Sally walking with Tony.
"That was dirty, Tony," she hissed at him between her teeth.
Her brother shrugged. "You wanted a good fucking, Sis, and I arranged for it was all. You should be thanking me instead of giving me a load of crap for it."
"Never mind about my thanking you, fink." She glared at him but by then they were at the house and Sally had to keep her mouth closed. She couldn't afford to give Aunt Martha the feeling that everything wasn't all right between her and Tony. Aunt Martha would never understand. But she'd try to, and that was worse than if she did.
She didn't have much time to think about that, or Wilbur, then. Because at that moment her Uncle Jack came into the house and things changed a whole lot.
Uncle Jack was a leaner, drier version of her own father. But Sally always thought of him as belt leather and castor oil. And this time was no exception. With barely a kind word, he reassigned chores. Tony was appalled. He was going to help Frank dig a two hundred yard sewer line right through the barnyard. It was going to take at least a couple of days of steady callouses to get it right. And Uncle Jack always wanted things right.
Sally Jean was going to help Aunt Martha with meals. She wasn't surprised at that and when Uncle Jack threw in a moping and scrubbing chore of doing the rooms for her and Tony she wasn't overjoyed. But she wasn't too surprised, either. Uncle Jack believed firmly in the adage that idle hands find devil's play.
Sally almost tittered. She couldn't help it. She wondered what Uncle Jack would call what they'd been doing in the hayloft. She was sure he wouldn't think it had been the prelude to a church social and she did worry a little that he might catch on.
Particularly now that Sally had decided that she was going to fuck Wilbur Benchly half to death if it took the whole summer to do it. And even if she had to screw the other two cousins into exhaustion every night just to keep them quiet.
And, she added to herself, to hell with brother Tony, the fucking rat fink.
It seemed like the days flew by before Sally and Tony and their cousins had a break from the routine. Wilbur, Frank and Billy were used to the schedules their father shoved at them. But Tony couldn't stop muttering through his teeth. He was bent well out of shape.
The sewer line was finally done early that day and Frank came into the kitchen hot and sweaty from laboring under the June sun and said to Sally Jean, "You want to go swimming?"
She didn't have to be asked twice. Without needing any encouragement from Aunt Martha, though she got it, Sally Jean was dashing upstairs to get her swim suit.
She met the others at the barn where they were getting the horses. They had three big farm animals, not much for looks or speed, but sturdy as brick houses.
"Come on," Frank said eagerly. He held his hand down from the horse and indicated Sally Jean should take it so she could ride with him. "We're going to the swimming hole."
Looking around, Sally Jean saw Wilbur sitting his horse morosely off by himself and she didn't have that much choice. Billy was sharing his with Tony.
"Okay," Sally Jean said. She took his hand and was hoisted up behind Frank. They didn't have saddles and her legs had to stretch incredibly wide to straddle the horse's barrel. On top of that, she slid down against Frank so that her breasts in the soft cups of her bathing suit mashed against his back as did her soft, lower belly.
Laughing and shouting, like cowboys on vacation, the five of them wheeled out of the farmyard. And as they galloped clumsily past the house, Sally noticed their Uncle Jack standing on the porch and waving somberly as they went by. She wasn't sure, but it was possible that he was grinning. But then, it wasn't very likely.
Sally had to cling to Frank. The horse's canter was-uneven and she wrapped her arms around the boy's bare upper body. It wasn't long before her hands had started moving.
First she stroked his pectoral muscles, feeling his little tits. And while Frank squirmed she inched her hands down to his waist and the top of his swim suit.
Sally Jean had been sliding back and forth on the fast walking horse and she was horny. Her unprotected, naked thighs rubbed back and forth and she discovered that nylon was no protection against horsehair. Every time her body slipped forward, the horsehair pricked her through her bikini panties. And within a few hundred yards of leaving the farmyard, Sally Jean's pussy was a mess of itching, prickly feelings. It seemed that her whole pussy squirmed and twitsted in an effort to scratch that itch. It didn't help, either, that they didn't have saddles. The hard, bony knobs of the horse's backbone rubbed enticingly against her slot. There was always one pressed firmly against her aching clitoris no matter how she squirmed and moved around on the horse's sloping rump.
When it became unbearable, when all she could think of was resting and fucking to get rid of that incredible feeling, Sally Jean slipped her hand down the front of her cousin's trunks and wrapped her little hands firmly around his long, sweaty pecker.
As they rode, she felt her hands sliding up and down on it. The skin slipped loosely up and down his shaft and after a while Frank was groaning and holding the horse to a slow walk while she masturbated him without doing anything except hold on.
"Hey, what's slowing you two down?" Wilbur asked. He had fallen back and reined up alongside of Frank and Sally Jean. They were barely moving by that time.
Wordlessly, Frank peeled down his trunks so his brother could see Sally's small, white fingers laced around his long, dark prick. It was enough. Wilbur suddenly looked older than he really was, nodded understandingly and kicked his horse in the ribs and rode off with out asking any more stupid questions.
Frank kicked their horse and it picked up its pace. But so did the movement of Sally's fingers on his cock. Besides that, she was squirming her squishy cunt against his buttock. She had her hip tilted up and pushed the soft lips of her pussy against him.
Frank tried. He held back desperately. Grimly. They were within yards of the pond when he couldn't hold back any longer at all. Sally's hands tightened around his penis and that was that. She released one of her hands from his pecker and grabbed his balls.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," Frank sighed loud enough for everybody to hear him and turn to look at what was happening. He felt liquid fire running through his penis. And then it was free, spurting in huge arcing jets into the air like a Greek fountain.
The three watching boys applauded.
Frank turned scarlet as he realized everyone was watching him. He couldn't wait to pry Sally Jean's hands away from his pants and slid down the bulging side of his horse. Sally Jean couldn't wait either. The horsehair prickling her pussy was driving her absolutely bananas. As soon as she slid off the horse she spread her legs and vigorously rubbed at her swollen pussy.
"Aaaaahhhh," she sighed with obvious relief as the feeling started going away.
She stopped and looked around and realized that all the boys were watching her. Immediately she stopped rubbing herself and said, "Let's get on with the swimming."
Frank looked at his semen splattered trunks and then dropped them around his ankles and kicked them off. "We usually go skinny dipping here," he said. "It doesn't seem right to be wearing swimming suits."
"Yeah," the other boys chimed in. They immediately stripped theirs off and threw them down and that left Sally Jean surrounded by four grinning, naked boys.
"Come on, Sally," Billy said enthusiastically. "You've got to take yours off too."
He was so cute trying to persuade her that Sally Jean had to grin. His youthful innocence was enough to make her do almost anything. But she shook her head. "No," she said. "I came out here to swim in swimming suit and that's what I'm going to do. Whether you like it or not." She made a face at them.
"She's right," Wilbur said. "It's not for us to force her to do things."
He really seemed downcast again. Sally Jean looked at him and his big, naked pecker projecting out in front of his body. It had started to wilt and she guessed her cousin was feeling guilty again for doing the wrong thing. She didn't want that to happen.
"Never mind," she said brightly. "I've changed my mind again...."
Smiling at all of them, Sally Jean shoved her bikini panties down her thighs and stepped daintily out of them. She noticed there was a red rash between her legs from the horsehair and that the itch seemed to further leave her when the fresh air and sunlight flooded her crotch. She sighed again. She had to admit, it really felt good.
In a moment, she had her hands behind her back and was unsnapping her bikini bra and piled that on her panties and she was ready to go swimming in the artificial pond.
The boys were silent as Sally Jean walked down to the still water. She was only interested in the pool, a wide place in the creek that the boys had dammed up with hundreds of stones they had scrounged from the pasture. The result was a fifty foot wide, five or six foot deep pool with the telltale green of algae that made it look twice as cool and inviting as a home pool polluted with chlorine and chemicals.
The boys were interested in Sally Jean. As they watched, she stooped over and felt the water and hastily backed away, her bare buttocks quivering enticingly.
Sally Jean was something new for her cousins. She was a beautiful girl with long, black hair and a pretty face. Her arms and legs and body were long and slender, too. She was rounded in all the right places with soft buttocks that jiggled and small, but sweet, breasts. They were taut, but still quivered enticingly when she walked.
When she walked out into the water, the boys slowly followed her and when she decided it was too cold and backed off, she backed into Wilbur.
"Oh, excuse me," she said automatically as she felt his hard prick jabbing into her rear. And then she turned and saw who it was and smiled and forgot how cold the water was. "Why don't you show me where the best place to swim is?" she asked him warmly.
Sally Jean put her hand on Wilbur's penis and stroked it almost unconsciously. The closer she was to it, the more she wanted it in her. The more she wanted to make love to it and feel it responding to the soft sucking of her pussy.
Wilbur smiled shyly and showed her where the water covered the bank and they waded out a ways and then he jumped off into five feet of chilly creek water.
Sally followed him and as she felt the cold water creeping up her thighs and swirling around her pussy and then over her breasts, she cried out with shock.
But in a moment, Wilbur's arms were around her and she was being pressed against his warm chest and she forgot about the coldness of the water as she stood hugged together with the water up to his upper chest and to her neck. "Wilbur," she said simply, "When are you going to fuck me?"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was like in a dream. Wilbur's hands caressed her back and breasts and Sally Jean was filled with an inner warmth that dispelled anything outside-like the chilly creek. She moaned when he stroked her between the legs and she hung on to his neck and spread her thighs and floated as his finger worked into her tight slit and up her straining pussy.
Finally, Wilbur caught her buttocks in his hands and pulled her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips as she began to slide her slippery pussy against the hard, upright shaft of her cousin's cock.
Wilbur was panting harder and he lifted with his fingertips, stroking her heated vagina, and then when she was poised over the long pinnacle of his penis he let her down slowly.
Sally Jean cried out. "Uh, uh, uh, uh...." She couldn't help it. His blunt pecker was spreading her open in a devastating way calculated to fuck her to death. She was sliding weightlessly down his pole, feeling it cram up inside her cunt, filling her. And that was heavenly and when she squirmed her ass it felt even better.
Deeper and deeper it sank into her pussy until Sally Jean was close to fainting. It was further in her than any cock had ever been before and she clung to her cousin Wilbur's neck and breathed faintly, "I love you, darling."
Then her lips mashed against Wilbur's and she slid her hungry tongue in his mouth even as he started to raise and lower her with his hands and run his throbbing pecker in and out of her slot. It felt good. So damn good that Sally Jean didn't want it to stop, ever.
She sighed and exhaled noisily and squeezed her twat hard around her cousin's sinfully beautiful boner. She helped him rub her soft nipples against his hairy chest and leaned back feeling his cock lance all the way up her cunt to let him lower his head to suck her hot tits.
And then she was bouncing up and down, faster and faster, as he stroked his cock into her beautiful twat. Harder and harder he rode into her and she loved every minute of it, clinging desperately to his neck and twisting and writhing around his penis.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she breathed loudly and faster and faster as he rammed into her. Her legs clenched his waist tightly, her heels hooking around each other as she tried to pull herself down on his cock like the top on a mason jar.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeee," she moaned, clinging to Wilbur.
She didn't even notice when Tony came up and stood behind her and put his hands on her butt and helped her cousin as he rammed his oversized fucker in and out Of her cunt.
All Sally Jean knew for sure was that she was being fucked to pieces and she loved it. Wilbur's cock tore in and out of her pussy with sinful force. She couldn't stand it, practically. She was on the edge of fainting, it felt so good. And it didn't stop.
Harder and harder Wilbur shoved his cock into Sally. The insides of her thighs trembled from the strain. Her pussy lips barely reacted when she tried to clamp down on his surging prick. But that was all right. Her body was filled with surging heat, her cunt was a live fire feeding on his stroking match.
"Ooooh, Wilbur," she sighed. She felt down around her thighs where they locked around his body and over the tight balls and up the constantly moving shaft to where it poked into her body and Sally was faint again with pleasure. She wished she could see it. She knew that would turn her on even more. But it wasn't necessary.
Like a battering ram, Wilbur drove his meat up her cunt and Sally cried and screamed because it was such a beautiful feeling.
And then he was moving faster, more frantically. He was plunging in and out of her cunt with furious speed and she couldn't keep up with him. She could only lean back and wait for him to shoot his load into her ravenous pussy.
Faster, faster, faster. The rhythm of his thrusts turned into one gigantic plunger running red hot into her pussy.
"Now," Sally screamed. "NOW. Do it now, Wilbur. Fuck meeeee."
Just as she expected his hot, plunging prick to nose into her like a spike, it was torn out and cold creek water flowed up her pulsating pussy and Sally Jean was writhing and twisting in ecstasy over the sudden flood of liquid so different from what she expected.
She clung weakly to Wilbur's neck and looked down and saw the engorged head of his cock in the clear water quivering and looking pale. And then it was spurting under water. A long streamer of white fluid shot out of the end and wavered in the clear, greenish water before breaking off and drifting away.
Sally hugged Wilbur weakly. He had pulled out of her in coitus interruptus to protect her and she thought it was really cute of him to do that.
Wilbur had barely let her go before Tony was pushing himself on her and catching her buttocks with his fingers and feeling her slit as if he wanted something out of her.
Adroitly, Sally Jean pulled away from him and struck out in a long swim across the mossy pond. Frustrated and knowing she was doing it on purpose, Tony stopped chasing her and turned to talk to Wilbur.
Sally Jean felt warm all over. Like she was insulated against the water by inner protection. She giggled. She had been. Wilbur's cock had been like a big match up her stretched pussy and she knew as long as she had that she couldn't be cold-ever.
She rolled on her back and paddled lazily in the water, enjoying the hot sun that was sure to work up a good tan in a few days-if she could get around Uncle Jack for some more swimming. She was thinking of that problem when she bumped into Billy at the far end of the pool and splashed noisily around before getting headed back for deep water.
But this time when she did, she had company. Billy swam along with her and up against her and finally she just drifted on her back while the boy dove around her, coming up and licking her titties and diving under her and surfacing between her legs and nibbling at her swollen clitoris or sticking his tongue in her sweet, relaxed cunt.
It felt good. She didn't have to think and she was practically sleeping in the still water when she felt her hips sinking as Billy climbed up her body, pausing only to nibble on her tits as he settled her thighs around his waist.
She could feel his cock pressing hopefully against her crotch. And when she stretched her legs, it slid in momentarily-at least the head did-and then popped out again. Billy was so frantic in his desire that she couldn't control the thrusting of his hard penis. He cried softly as he tried to get it in her and failed.
Smiling at him, Sally paddled back toward the bank and when she felt the soft ooze of the pond mud under her buttocks and the feel as it worked up between her legs she stopped paddling and sank down into it as Billy got his knees set in the bottom.
He stopped whimpering when he felt bottom. Excitedly, he held his cock in his hand and-lined it up with Sally Jean's twat and then pushed forward with his knees and sank it in her to the balls. Eagerly, like the young boy he was, he threshed furiously up and down on her, fucking her with fast, nonstop movements that made up for his small penis.
Sally Jean smiled and enjoyed it and let him have his way with her.
After he was done, Sally Jean washed the mud and semen off her body and walked up the grassy slope to a sour apple tree and lay down under it to get some rest. Her body was satisfied for the moment and she drifted off to sleep with a pleased little smile on her face while she half listened to the boyish yells of her brother and cousins down the slope playing in the pond. Her last thought was that boys would act like boys.
She was jolted out of her nap it seemed only moments later by Frank. He was laying over her and breathing down into her face and he was grinning hopefully.
It took only a moment for Sally to realize why her cousin was grinning. He had cleverly sunk his cock into her pussy while she was sleeping and now that she was awake she could feel it stretching her open.
Moaning a little, she wiggled her butt to let Frank know it was all right what he had done. They're all cute boys, Sally Jean thought contentedly as the boy stroked into her cunt.
Of course, she couldn't hold it against him, that he had violated her in her sleep. Boys, she knew, would be boys. Once they started they never wanted to stop.
Droozily she cocked her knees and put her feet on the ground so she could thrust back up at Frank. The meadow grass felt good under the soles of her feet and she groaned. So did Frank's penis in her snatch. And she lifted her butt and shoved and felt his wet penis glide all the way into her sex hole until his balls were laying against her butt.
In and out, faster and faster. Sally Jean stared up at the sun through the spread branches of the tree and let the warm glow spread through her body as Frank plowed into her cunt and she thought of Noreen and how much the other girl would have liked to be there with her, doing the same thing, fucking and sucking nonstop.
And Sally Jean felt a fierce joy from her musing. It was as if thinking about the red-haired girl energized her cunt and started fresh fluid flowing through it.
Frank pumped desperately up and down, sinking his pecker into her clasping hole with masterful blows until Sally Jean was quivering under the onslaught. She raised her legs and wrapped them around her cousin's buttocks and urged him hard against her-harder and harder until he was battering her already well used cunt.
It felt better that way. The shocks of pleasure lanced through her and filled her body and Sally stared up at the sun and cried out as if she was being consumed by it.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sally avoided Tony studiously and it wasn't until they were ready to go back and she had put on her bathing suit that she even talked to him.
"Be a sport, Sis," he entreated her. "I'm hurting for a little pussy."
Sally Jean sniffed at him. He was just getting what he deserved and she told him so.
"You could try to be charitable. Come on. Ride back with me while we talk it over."
She looked at him sitting on the horse and thought it over and then nodded. It was as good a time, she thought, as any to get some things straight with her snotty brother.
Tony got off the horse and helped her up on it. She was surprised. Tony hadn't even taken the opportunity to sneak a quick feel. And then he got up behind her and turned the animal and started it trailing after their cousins.
The other three boys were having a good time, laughing and joking up ahead.
"About our talk," Sally started to say with grim determination in her voice.
"Gee, Sis," Tony said, interrupting her, "you've sure got a soft, cuddly ass."
He had edged forward until his hard penis was squeezed up against her rear and Sally Jean could feel it rubbing against her buttocks as they rode. She inched up to get away from it and get the conversation back to practical matters-like how he was going to act around her in the future if he ever wanted anymore nooky.
Tony just edged up a little, too. And then there was nowhere to go because Sally Jean's pussy was pressed hard against the bony lump of the horse's shoulder and it would hurt like crazy if she moved further forward-even if she could stay there. Besides, then she'd be on the horse's neck and that would be an impossible position to ride in.
"Stop that," she snapped at her brother and tried to push him back.
It didn't work, though. Tony just stonewalled her efforts and shoved back. .
Sally Jean felt a familiar tingling start in her body about that time. Her twat was rubbing against the shoulder bone on the horse's back and it felt good-as anything rubbing against her twat always seemed to feel. She lost some of her anger in the pleasure she experienced straddling that horse's shoulder and feeling the heated sexual reactions start rising in her pussy. This is shameful, she tried to tell herself. But it didn't change anything.
And then Tony's arms were wrapped around her body and he was holding her tits in his hands, squeezing gently and working on them with his fingers until Sally Jean was breathing hard. She realized that he certainly knew how to manipulate her.
But that didn't mean she was going to give in.
Resolutely, she leaned back against his chest and let his hands roam over her breasts and down to her wet cunny. She didn't care if he put his hand down there or not. The horse's bony shoulder ridge was keeping her twat in a state of constant excitement.
Looking down, she could see the wet spot spreading over the crotch of her yellow bikini swim panties. My gosh, she thought, I'm even being turned on by a horse.
But she didn't think about that long. Tony still had one of his hands on her breasts. His fingers felt through the light material of her swim suit bra and caught the rigid nipple and began to tweak and squeeze it. When it was hard and swollen, his hand moved to the other one and it seemed to Sally her tits were in a state of constant turmoil.
Only what was really distracting her was his other hand. That had slid down her back between their two bodies and she swore that it felt like Tony had pulled his penis out of his trunks and that it was naked flesh pressing against her behind.
And then she felt him stripping her bathing suit panties down over her ass.
"Don't do that, Tony," she snapped. "Stop fucking around that way."
Her brother ignored her. His hand continued to play with her bosom and then he had the waist band of her swim suit down over her buttocks and Sally Jean knew she was riding with her ass sticking out naked. It rubbed against Tony's belly for a moment and that felt nice too. But she wasn't going to let him get away with it.
Then she felt his cockhead nudge up against her butt and suddenly Sally Jean was frightened. "No," she cried. "Don't do that, Tony. Please don't even try it."
She tried to get off the horse. But there was no place for her feet to grab hold and Tony was stronger than she was. He lifted her up slightly and she felt the chilling probe of his cock against the tight ring of her asshole. He spit and it seemed there was moisture trickling down the crack of her behind, and then he was lowering her slowly but resolutely.
"Aiiiiieeeee," Sally screamed as she felt a cock going into her virgin rectum for the very first time. She repeated her scream as she felt his penis worming into her tight opening, and then she collapsed forward, trying to get away from her brother.
That did no good, though. Leaning forward over the horse's neck pressed her pussy even harder against the bone centered above the horse's shoulder. And it exposed her asshole in perfect position for what Tony wanted to do.
Holding his sister tightly, Tony jabbed hard against her and was rewarded by the feeling of his big prick shoving up her hot, greasy asshole. It felt great, as he suspected it would, and he did it again, sliding even further into her tight, rear hole.
"Don't, Tony," Sally murmured. She was weak from the terrible sensations that buffeted her body. It seemed to her that the horse had sprouted a cock under her soft, puffy cunt and was driving that up her defenseless pussy at the same time that Tony shoved his penis in her ass. Her legs were weak and watery feeling. She felt as if she was undergoing nonstop orgasms that shot through her body and crotch and up to her breasts where they were being milked out by his always moving hand and fingers.
The worst part was his cock, though. It burned in her asshole like a hot match. She was so sore she couldn't move. She felt like she was being torn open and would never be able to grow back together again. And every time Tony moved even a little, his pecker shafted her ass some more. "No," she moaned. "Don't do that, Tony...."
But Tony wasn't paying any attention to his stuck up sister anymore. His cock was ready and willing for what he was doing. He'd been getting hard all morning watching his miss smart-bitch sister getting cock from all her cousins-and now it was his turn.
He slipped his other hand back around her, body and caught one of her breasts in each hand. His fingers worked under the soft material and he played with her swollen nipples until they were as hard as he thought they could ever become. And then Tony squeezed and using her tits as handles, he began to fuck himself with his sister's asshole.
Sally Jean whimpered and moaned and even cried at first. Tony pulled her back and up against his chest and each movement shot his cock deeper into her greasy rectum. But some of the pain started going away. And then she slithered her cunt against the horse's bony shoulder and almost fainted with the pleasure that lanced through her.
She could barely believe it was happening. She was soaring and the pain in her butt disappeared to a dull ache that gradually turned to pleasure. It was ecstasy. Every move elicited a cry of joy from her lips. Her brother was fucking her in the asshole. Degrading her. And yet she was crying with tears of pleasure.
Their cousins had gotten way ahead of them and Tony began kicking the horse to make it trot to catch up.
Tony's movements set bells to ringing through Sally Jean's body. She felt each kick come up his leg and end in the form of a stiff jolt of his prick end in her rectum. It was like having electricity shot into her swampy pussy.
She couldn't restrain herself. Desperately, Sally put her hand down to her crotch and began to finger her mushy pussy. She gasped and sighed with delight as her fingers slid into her hole and twisted and turned and stroked the heated inside of her cunt.
That and the trotting of the horse was lifting Sally Jean from one orgasm to another in a continuous cycle of coming. Tony's pecker jolted up her asshole again and again. Each time it made her insides convulse with undeterred pleasure. She loved it. She pushed back to get more of that wonderful cock up her fanny. It was what she wanted.
"More Tony," she groaned. "Give me more cock. Shove it up my ass. Squeeze my tits. That's the way, baby brother." She twirled her finger in her own twat and sighed with pent-up pleasure as it seemed to her that she was going to explode at any moment.
Tony clung tightly to her and jabbed his cock in and out of her asshole faster and faster and faster. He shot it in and out as if it was lubricated with butter instead of spit.
Sally Jean cried out like she was being torn apart. Her insides were burning. She was blistered in her asshole for life. She knew she was torn open.
And then Tony's fingers clawed closed around her titties and a new dimension was added to her orgasm. Pain shot through her body and became streaks of pleasure. Arrows of joy lanced into her pussy and crotch and butt and titillated her titties.
"Oh, God, don't stop, Tony," she begged. "Please don't stop...."
Tony's penis stuffed her rear chute full to overflowing and then some. And still his pecker swelled and grew and stretched in her hot butt and rubbed her walls and swelled some more until she thought she'd burst around it. And then Tony couldn't hold back any longer and Sally Jean felt the hot wash of his semen enema blowing up her butt and starting the cauldron boiling in her asshole.
Sally was crying and sobbing and moaning wildly as she felt her insides explode. It was too much for the girl and she fainted into blissful unconsciousness.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
When she opened her eyes, Sally Jean almost smiled. She was laying on the meadow grass and Wilbur was holding onto one of Tony's ears with one hand and threatening him with the other. Tony never took his eyes off Wilbur's hand in front of his nose or missed a word of what his muscular cousin was saying.
"You stupid prick. Fucking your sister in the asshole for the first time and using spit ... Spit! My God, I've got a mind to do it to you. Maybe that'll teach you something you can remember." Tony didn't answer. One hand instinctively went back and covered his asshole. The rest of him turned a sickly gray, like something that died.
Sally Jean's eyes dropped and she realized that her brother had his trunks pulled back up where they belonged. Only he didn't have a hard-on this time. Instead, a steady stream of yellow piss was dribbling through the black material and splashing between his legs on the ground. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to it, though.
"Oooh," Sally Jean said. She tried to sit up and was dizzy so she decided to let well enough alone and stay where she was. She couldn't fall far from flat on her back.
"Are you all right," Wilbur asked. He had let go of Tony and knelt quickly by her side and was staring into her eyes. Sally Jean almost melted from the look Wilbur was giving her.
"Can we loosen anything?" Billy asked innocently. "It's supposed to be good for people who faint to loosen their clothes."
Frank laughed. "She hardly has anything to loosen, Billy. I think you just like to take your cousin's clothes off of her...."
He was right, Sally thought. All she was wearing was her bikini bathing suit. Still, Wilbur was leaning over her and looking intently at her with worry in his eyes.
"Yes," she said faintly. "Take off my bathing suit."
Billy didn't have to be asked twice. Or Frank, for that matter. In a moment she was being gently handled by three pair of soft, loving hands and she was stripped naked.
"Fuck me," Sally Jean whispered to them. As she lay there she imagined herself soaring into space on the super orgasm she was going to have. "I want you. All three of you. Just don't let Tony hurt me anymore. Keep him away from me, please."
The three boys looked at Tony as one. Their city cousin looked sick and hesitantly moved away until he was a safe distance from them and then he sat down on the grass and watched sullenly as he realized that he wasn't going to get anymore pussy while he was at the farm. Oh, even for longer if his sister stayed mad at him.
Sally lay back on the grass and spread her legs and let Billy on her first. He was the smallest and his cute little pecker sneaked into her cunt hole and twisted around and made her pussy start feeling good immediately.
"That's the way, Billy," she said encouragingly. "Ride it all the way in. That's the way to do it. Slide it down my cunt and pound it home. Twist it around and make it wiggle in me. Fuck me just like that, baby, and you'll be the best fucker around here."
Billy caught the knack the way Sally wanted him to and drove his pecker in her slot and then in and out and in and out learning all the little tricks that made fucking better.
"I'm coming," the boy shouted as he strained to drive his penis into Sally's quivering slot. It went in like an arrow into a target and his balls bounced against her buttocks and they both writhed joyfully together in the throes of a mutual orgasm.
Then it was Frank's turn and Sally got on top of him and ground her cunt down on his rigid pecker as it strained up into the air. She turned and twisted her body and clasped his penis with her cunt lips like she had teeth in them.
Frank groaned and twisted under her. "That's the way, Sally Jean," he cried out encouragingly. His hips flopped up and down and he ramrodded his cock up and down Sally's lubricated pussy, spearing deep into her on each upward thrust.
Frank's penis pounded into Sally Jean's cunt with express train speed and force. His cock jolted her so hard even her back teeth felt it as she whirled on a dizzy round of sexual stimulation. Her cunt was a bottomless pit being filled with joy.
Frank couldn't withstand her clasping cunt for long and it was only moments before he, too, was pouring his load into Sally Jean's squishy pussy hole.
And then it was Wilbur's turn.
Sally Jean got down on her hands and knees and turned her naked butt toward her teenaged cousin and said, "Fuck me so I feel it, Wilbur. Take the pain away."
Wilbur's cock was already hard and long and ready. He sank to his knees behind Sally Jean and shoved his cock into her buttery slot. And his was best of all. It was biggest and hardest and Sally loved the way he worked it into her hole and then drove it like a stake clear into her twat. She felt Billy and Frank's cum gush out around the edges of her hot box lips as Wilbur pistoned his meat into her tight hole.
She dropped her head on her arms and looked back between her breasts.
To Sally Jean, her thighs made a perfect V inverted. And Wilbur's thick cock plugged into the juncture just like it belonged there. She was tired and didn't feel like exerting herself and this was a restful way of watching as her favorite cousin completed the fucking that was turning her inside out.
Rhythmically Wilbur thrust his penis into his cousin's tight hole. He felt it squish around in the thick coating of juice his two brothers had left there, but that in no way diminished the feelings of satisfaction that he was getting from Sally's twat.
In and out, in and out. His thick sex pole started to feel more alert. More receptive to the feelings of sexual pleasure that were stealing out to overwhelm him.
Faster and faster Wilbur sank his penis in his cousin's cunt. His balls drove wildly past the stopping point and battered her clitoris with feather light touches.
Wilbur was engrossed in servicing Sally Jean. He wanted nothing more than to slide his pecker in and out of her cunt full force fore ever. His arms stretched down around her body as Tony's had on the horse and wrapped gently around her lust swollen tits.
Sally Jean bent her head and kissed his fingers as his farm trained hands began to firmly but gently milk and stroke her fat nipples. Sexual excitement lanced through her with the affirmation that she was right, that Wilbur was the best of all of them.
Harder and harder he pounded into her upturned rear. Sally Jean felt like a receptacle placed there exclusively to catch his fierce sexual thrusts. She whimpered with pleasure and cried encouragingly to him as he pounded his penis into her pussy.
It felt good. Better. Best. It was fantastic the way he played her like an instrument.
Each movement of Wilbur's body plucked another string on Sally Jean's body. She throbbed to the sexual swelling that was running through her.
"NOW," Wilbur shouted and he plunged his sizzling hot cock into her.
Sally Jean tried to tell him not to pull out. But she couldn't say it fast enough and even as her orgasm convulsed her cunt with pleasure, Wilbur had his penis out of her and was spewing his seed in a great rain of white spurts over the green meadow grass.
"No," Sally Jean moaned softly. She turned around and grabbed his soft, warm cock while it was still spurting and clamped her hot mouth over the end and drew his semen up into her lips where she could roll it with her tongue and swallow it as fast as it came.
It was second best. Sally Jean would have preferred to have felt his hot seed splattering briskly against the inside of her pulsating vagina.
Wilbur tried to stop her, and then he sighed and laid back and enjoyed her heated lips while Tony sat on his grassy hillock a few yards away, watching and glowering.
For a long time, they rested up and then finally, when darkness was threatening, Billy said, "If we don't get along home soon, Ma's going to be mad 'cause dinner is cold."
It was the kind of a statement that got to the point in a hurry and none of the other boys denied that Aunt Martha got a little bent when they weren't home for dinner on time.
Sally Jean got up and groaned. Her pussy ached and her asshole still hurt. But despite that, her clitoris seemed determined to start another orgasm in her crotch, quivering excitedly even against the soft material of her swim suit panties.
Wilbur smiled and helped Sally Jean up on his horse and she leaned back against his chest secure in the knowledge that her cousin would never take advantage of a girl the way her brother had done to her. Even though he might be thinking that way.
And there was no doubt what Wilbur was thinking about. Sally Jean could clearly feel his young penis spearing up the boy's front against her back. She didn't object, she liked the feel of it. In fact, she still remembered how fantastic Tony's cock had finally felt in her asshole and she casually wondered about Wilbur's. He was so much bigger and stronger he'd likely tear her in half ... and yet she couldn't shake the thought if Tony was that good Wilbur would have to be a dozen times better.
Sitting on the horse, Sally Jean got all squirmy suddenly as she thought of the pain of getting Wilbur's huge, over-sized cock up her behind. It would be a terrible pain. Maybe it would never feel better. Maybe he was just too big to do it.
The considerations darted through Sally Jean's head and filled her mind with uncertainties. Every uncertainty possible except the fact that she was going to do it.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Aunt Martha scolded them for coming in a little late. The food was starting to get cold. But after a few minutes she looked closer at Sally Jean and began clucking like a mother hen.
"Land sakes, child," she said, "you've got a sunburn that looks like a three alarm fire." She shook her head and sent Uncle Jack to get the sunburn salve and wouldn't take any back talk about Sally staying to help with the dishes. She was to go directly to her bedroom and lie down before she got to feeling any worse.
The fact that she protested to Aunt Martha that she "felt fine" didn't mean a thing. The order was that she go to her room and take it easy. And Sally Jean realized then that that's the way things were going to be. On that farm, it was Aunt Martha who had the last and final word-on everything.
Sally hadn't realized just how done in she was until she laid down. Then she fell instantly asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillows.
She was dreaming about big, virile cocks running in and out of her asshole and her mouth and her pussy and not being able to tell one from the other when a knock on her bedroom door brought her fully awake.
The door opened into the darkened bedroom letting a crack of light fill the room and then Sally Jean looked up to see Uncle Jack standing there.
He stepped inside and closed the door and locked it, then turned on the light.
"Did you use the salve?" he asked.
Sally jerked her head up and stared around the room until she saw the tube of lotion on the bedside table where she had left it unopened.
"I guess not," she said. "I guess I was too tired. And besides, it doesn't hurt all that much anyway."
"Well," he said, "Martha wants me to make sure you use it so I'm going to."
Picking up the tube of lotion, Uncle Jack gestured for Sally to sit up in bed.
"I'm naked, Uncle Jack," Sally protested, knowing that it was futile.
"Martha says you get the salve, you get the salve," he said. "Hold the blanket over your front and I'll just get the exposed areas in back. You can do your own front."
It was futile to fight, Sally Jean knew. Besides, she was tired.
Scooping the blanket and sheet up in front of her, she sat up in the bed and shivered as the cool evening air caressed her sunburned skin.
Suddenly there was another sensation. With surprisingly gentle fingers, Uncle Jack was rubbing the lotion into Sally's hot back muscles. His hands glided over her skin and she was glad he was doing it. The salve really worked. As it dissolved into her skin she felt the heat being sucked out. Of course, there was something about Uncle Jack that set her nerves all atingle. Even in the security of the rumpled sheet, Sally Jean's boobs throbbed and quivered as if in response to his massaging and caressing hand movements.
"My, you are burned, Sally Jean," Uncle Jack said and tut-tutted.
"It was hot out, Uncle Jack. I guess I'm not used to it after the winter...."
There was a pause. "Do you know," Uncle Jack said, "I can't find a strap mark to show where your bra fastened. I wonder where it went to?"
Sally couldn't think of anything to say to that. But she could feel the sudden warm blush start to crawl across her skin, over her sunburn, and she wondered if Uncle Jack could see it or feel it too. She hoped not. With all her heart she hoped not.
His fingers had stopped moving. But then they were working down Sally Jean's back and smoothing the lotion over her kidneys and almost touching her buttocks.
"Sally Jean," he said, and his voice was puzzled, "I can't find the line where your panties were either. You must have gotten sunburned right through the material. It sure must be some goldanged foolish new fabric to do that. "
His voice invited reply, but Sally Jean couldn't say a word. She pulled the sheets up over her head and threw herself down on the bed, hiding from him.
Instantly, Uncle Jack snatched at the blanket and sheet and pulled them away from Sally Jean. As the girl curled up to hide her pussy and her tits, Uncle Jack looked closely at her and hummed. "You know, Sally Jean, if I didn't know you were a good girl because you're my brother's daughter and that you were out with good boys today, my three sons, I'd be a mite suspicious about what you did out at the pond all day today."
"Mmmph," Sally mumbled through the blankets that she managed to drag up from the floor and pull over her face again. She wished it would satisfy her Uncle's demand for an explanation. She was just as sure that it wasn't going to.
"Now, stop that, Sally Jean," Uncle Jack said. He pulled the blanket away from his niece's face. "Aren't you being a little bit ridiculous." He dropped it on the floor again.
Looking up at her uncle from the bed, Sally Jean knew what she had to do. She smiled at her Uncle Jack and said, "Would you like to fuck?"
Afterwards, Sally Jean sat huddled up in the bed remembering how it had been with her uncle. It was different. She could say that, all right. Once he got on her he had pounded his cock into her like it was a spike. In and out, in and out, in and out. She was steel and he was flint and every time his penis lunged into her hot, grasping cunt Sally had squealed and twisted with delight. She loved it and told him so.
For an encore, Uncle Jack had done it again. And again. And again.
But something was missing. After that first time, it wasn't as good. And all Sally could think of was sucking Noreen's eager little cunt or having Wilbur's big prick up her behind. And she wondered again what kind of pervert she was-or if she was a Lesbian doomed to having relationships with hairy butch types. It was that that made Sally so morose as she sat on the bed and stared at a semen stain in the sheet.
Anyway, Uncle Jack had confirmed one thing she'd suspected-that Aunt Martha didn't take to fucking and sucking the way she might have. In fact, when Sally had gone down on her uncle to get rid of the evidence before it was dripped all over the sheets, he had gone wild and come again, spewing his hot load into her mouth until her mouth was overflowing and she couldn't swallow fast enough to get rid of it.
She thought it was nice of Uncle Jack that when he had left he patted her head like she was a small child or a favored pet. She didn't think she had to worry about him spilling the beans to Aunt Martha now. He could never explain what he had done himself.
It wasn't until much later that she heard a sound at her door, and Sally Jean suspected that Uncle Jack was coming back for seconds. But when the door opened she was surprised to see Billy and Frank wearing nothing but their underwear.
"We thought you might have trouble getting to sleep," Frank whispered lamely. "We came over to see if there was something we could do for you. You know."
Indeed, Sally did know. The boys' eyes were bright and it was obvious that they were having a hard time getting to sleep themselves.
"Okay," she said. "You get on the bottom, Frank, and Billy can have tops...."
"Huh, what do you mean, Sally?" Frank stared at her, confused.
Sally smiled, suddenly gay and excited at what she was thinking about doing. She patted the bed next to her and had Frank lay there on his back while she skinned down his pants and licked her lips and then licked his pink-tipped penis. She fastened her lips around his sex rod and sucked and helped it raise up until it was even stiffer and harder.
Then, very carefully, Sally Jean knelt over Frank facing away from him and guided his cock into her sloppy wet cunt. He didn't know his entrance was being lubricated by his father's cum. Nor did he care. He just enjoyed the sensation Sally was giving him.
Sighing, Sally leaned back until she was laying on Frank's chest with her legs spread open as wide as they'd go while the boy's prick drilled into her cunt from behind.
"I can't move," Frank said accusingly. "And neither can you...."
"Billy," Sally said softly to the younger boy who was watching, entranced by the lewd position Frank and Sally had assumed. "How would you like to get on top?"
The boy's eyes lighted and in a second he was between her legs, naked. Then, as he leaned forward and kissed her breasts, Sally guided Frank's brother's cock into the space left by the fat, juicy cock already occupying her cunt.
"Shove, Billy," she grunted. She had no idea if it would work. But she was going to try. She had to try ever since she thought of it.
Billy moaned and leaned forward and quivered and his penis jabbed heavily at the clamped shut slit that led into her vagina. She urged him on with her fingers. And then the thick, slippery cum his father had deposited in Sally Jean's hole oozed to the surface and his penis tip worked into the upper corner of her slit and she cried out with restrained pleasure.
Sally couldn't help sobbing, enjoying the motions of the boy's cock in her cunt. It felt like he was tearing her open. She could feel Frank's prick being squeezed into the tiny amount of room that was available. She sobbed at the effort. But it was worth it. Billy's prick slid into her cunt alongside of Frank's and she had a double-decker.
As soon as Billy caught his breath, his cock was working in and out of her cunt, rubbing obscenely against every inch of skin in her slot.
It was a fantastic feeling. Sally Jean had two fat, greasy pricks stirring her cunt into froth. She couldn't contain the feelings that she had. It was like being split in two and being filled at the same time.
When Sally Jean moved even the slightest bit pangs of sensation raced through her body and tingled at every sexual point imaginable. Her whole body had become a receptacle for those two penises inserted into her hole.
Billy scissored his hips up and down frantically on the top of the pile and the sensations caused by his moving body spread like ripples in a pond. First Sally trembled and quivered as her raw, fiery cunt lips absorbed the shock that was transmitted to her vagina in magnified waves of raw sensation.
Then Frank squirmed and moaned. Billy's cock rubbing against his was better than anything he had ever felt before. Besides, at each fresh disturbance, Sally twat quaked and convulsed and squeezed both their cocks and poured a fresh load of hot quim juice on them.
Harder and harder Billy flailed his body while Sally and Frank could only squirm in helpless appreciation of the waves of feeling he was generating for them.
Their blood pounded separately and together. It was like the roaring of waves in their ears- a soundless accompaniment to an orchestra of sensual experiences.
Sally Jean could tell the exact moment their penises started swelling, preparing for the final act, the ejaculation of male sperm into her hot orifice. It hurt in a good way. She was being torn open-her cunt split by the added pressure.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh," she screamed, relieving the impossible pressure inside her hot, pneumatic sex slit.
And then the two boys exploded, their cocks driving twin jets of semen up her vagina, washing her womb in it. Her insides steamed with the force of their dual explosion and for a long moment she couldn't talk or think. She was paralyzed and dizzy knowing that she had experienced the ultimate sensation.
When they were gone, Sally Jean went back to her philosophical musings. And she wondered just what she was. Just what she could be to be the way she was.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Some of the joy of her vacation seemed to be gone and during the balance of the weeks while she juggled Frank, Billy, Uncle Jack and Wilbur and tried to keep Aunt Martha from getting suspicious-and she had to give Tony some her life was running away with her.
A lot of nights after the parade through her bedroom, Sally Jean had decided to do something that had been nagging her all along. Waiting until long after lights went out in the big house, Sally Jean had crept down the hallway to Wilbur's room and let herself in.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting up in bed.
Asked a direct question, Sally gave a direct answer. "I've come to fuck you."
Wilbur couldn't pretend that that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. At the words his penis had pranced above the bed covers and leered cheerfully at Sally Jean.
In a moment Sally Jean was on top of him, pressing him down as she began to sixty-nine with her oldest cousin. His cock was big and hard and suckable. But somehow, Sally Jean wasn't getting the thrill she'd had the first time she'd sixty-nined. Even when Wilbur's tongue laced into her tight pussy and twisted and wound around and started her temperature rising, it still wasn't there. It was unreachable, it seemed.
But that didn't really matter. Sally Jean had promised she was going to do something for her cousin-and she was going to do it. After all, she knew she loved hers strong, quiet cousin and there were only so many things she could do for him.
After she felt she was wet enough, she settled her crotch down on his waist and slid his cock straight up her vagina. She had to squeal while she did it, he was so big and then she gritted her teeth as she started a combination sliding-rocking motion that made his penis fill her slot to overflowing.
In a moment she was feeling wonderful again. The heat of his penis driving through her fleshy depths felt good. In fact, it felt sensational. Harder and harder she drove against him and finally she felt it happening: his cock was getting tighter and harder in her twat.
"I'm going to come," Wilbur said desperately. "I've got to get it out."
"No," Sally said. "This time we do it my way...."
Knowing what was coming, Sally Jean hunched down hard on Wilbur's belly. Her cunt swallowed his cock to the roots and gripped it even as the boy began his convulsive orgasm.
"I'm coming," Wilbur screamed in ecstasy as he discovered for once that he couldn't interrupt that final pleasure and that he could feel his cock squirt against the silky walls of his cousin's smooth vaginal walls.
Sally Jean soared with him and enjoyed his hard come. Not as much as the first time she'd felt a cock spurt inside her, she reminded herself. But she did enjoy it. She would have enjoyed it more, too, if when she looked up she hadn't seen Uncle Jack standing in the doorway.
Her uncle's face was twisted in a mask of outraged fury and he slowly began taking off his belt.
"No, no, Uncle Jack," Sally Jean cried out loud. "Punish me. Not Wilbur."
"Get to your room," her uncle said sternly. "I'll settle with you later."
Wilbur had asked her to go too. It would be better that way, he said. And then Sally Jean had stood outside Wilbur's bedroom door and sobbed as she heard the hard swish of the belt and the rifle-like crack as it connected with flesh.
Wilbur didn't cry out loud, and finally Sally Jean could stand no more and turned and fled down to the hall to her own room where she huddled until later when Uncle Jack came to punish her and he used a different tool, socking his penis into her cunt with vengeful force that seemed to strike her as hard as he'd beaten his son with his belt.
After that, of course, she'd been kept separate from the boys. Uncle Jack or Aunt Martha had watched her practically every minute of the day. But it hadn't mattered. Sally Jean had the feeling she wasn't missing much.
And now, on the last day before they left for home, she was standing on the veranda with her suitcases packed, demurely waiting to be taken home while Aunt Martha rung her hands and moaned that she didn't know how to apologize to Sally's parents because her sons were such animals.
Wilbur was sauntering at the edge of the veranda and Sally Jean raised her voice. "I have to go to the bathroom, Aunt Martha," she said.
"All right, dear," Aunt Martha said. "If you have to." She was still immersed in her own version of grief and not paying attention.
"All right, Aunt Martha." Sally Jean looked back at the edge of the veranda, but Wilbur was gone.
"Where you going?" her uncle asked sharply as she went back into the house.
"To the bathroom," Sally replied innocently. "Aunt Martha said it was all right."
Jack Benchly nodded glumly and acted like he wanted to accompany her up to the bathroom-at least to the first bedroom on the landing.
Sally frowned and said, "I really have to go, Uncle Jack."
Then she was dashing up the stairs and into the bathroom where Wilbur hurried to close the door and lock it behind her.
The two of them embraced frantically and kissed and Wilbur French-kissed her and ran his tongue practically into her throat.
"I'll bet it hurt terribly," Sally Jean said. She put her hand lightly on Wilbur's buttocks and he flinched. She caressed the front of his jeans instead.
"It hurt, Sally Jean," Wilbur said. "But that's nothing. Pa does that every once in a while anyway. Don't go blaming yourself for it...."
"I won't." Sally hugged him and stroked the hard lump under his pants. "I had to see you. I wanted you to do one last thing for me before I go...."
"Anything," Wilbur said. "Just name it and I'll do it for you."
"Fuck me in the ass, Wilbur!"
Sally said it simply and soft so she couldn't be heard out in the hall and Wilbur choked and tried to say he wouldn't. But he couldn't talk straight.
"We don't have much time," Sally said. "Dad will be here any minute and they'll be waiting for me and I'll have to go." Adroitly she undid the front of his Levi's and let his massive penis stick out in all its glory. Gently she stroked the swollen red head and it jerked with reassuring firmness under her hand.
Then, in a single, simple movement Sally Jean dropped her panties and whirled away from him and lifted her skirt. She leaned against the sink and stared into the mirror as she spread her legs. Wilbur's face floated up alongside hers in the mirror.
"You're sure?" he asked softly as he pressed against her rear.
"Yes," Sally Jean said. "Just start with my cunt and warm me up."
Wilbur's gentle arms went around her waist and his fingers spread her cunt petals from the front as he leaned her forward and-lined his cock up with her pussy hole.
Sally Jean sighed as she felt his big torpedo drill into her, stretching her with all kinds of subtle thrills as it slid into her twat and started her water works flowing.
In and out Wilbur slipped it, and finally Sally Jean gritted her teeth and said, "Put it in the other hole. Please, Wilbur or we won't be able to do it at all."
The boy smeared some lotion on the engorged red head of his dick and then pressed it firmly against Sally Jean's asshole and started to drive in.
Sally Jean seized a bath towel and stuffed it in her mouth. It was like fire and lightening drilling into her and her eyes were watering. His cock was too big. It was splitting her in two. And then she remembered how Uncle Jack had beat Wilbur and asked herself if this could be any worse. She knew it couldn't be worse. So it had to be better.
"I'm hurting you," Wilbur said, worried.
"No," she said. "It's to keep me from screaming with joy. That's all."
Satisfied, the boy grunted and shoved a couple of inches of his big pecker into her asshole and Sally swayed before the massive force of his cock burrowing into her. She shoved back and took more and then it was all in her asshole.
Just sighing with pleasure ached. And then Wilbur was rocking his hips, practically lifting her from the floor on the tip of his pecker.
At first the pain was tremendous. And then her asshole seemed to get numb. And after it was numb the pleasure started moving in and she was crying "yes, yes, yes," and fingering her own naked twat and shagging her ass up and down on his thick cock and feeling the joy pervading her bloodstream like hot lava.
"I'm coming," Wilbur moaned and Sally wouldn't let him take it out of her ass and she stared in the mirror at her face contorted with pleasure and at Wilbur's joy-twisted expression and felt her hot juice pouring over her fingers as he shot his cum into her butt.
All the way home Sally Jean was closeted with her own thoughts. She was happy about her folks' vacation and it became obvious that Aunt Martha had finally settled on saying nothing about what went on during their stay to the other difficult explanations.
After a couple of days, Sally Jean invited Noreen over to the house for a mutual masturbation session. The two girls stood huddled together in the shower with bubble bath streaming off of them and their fingers in each other's twat while they kissed and rubbed breasts and Sally Jean enjoyed it and mewed with pleasure while Noreen went wild.
Afterwards, though, when she was alone, Sally Jean asked herself, What am I?
She wasn't the Lesbian pervert that she thought she was. Finger fucking another girl wasn't as interesting as letting a boy finger her twat or tongue her. And it wasn't like that first time at all.
Sally Jean put a record on the phonograph and turned it up loud and sat back and sang the song with B.B. King:
The thrill is gone, baby, The thrill is gone away.
The thrill is gone, It's gone away from me.
The thrill is gone, baby.
It's gone away from me.
Though I'll still live on, So lonely I will be ... Sally Jean sat in her bedroom and wondered at the ineptitude of life. The first time was best. And now she'd done everything once and it would never be any as good again. She wanted to cry.
And she sat alone in her room listening to B.B. King singing about a different kind of thrill and wondered if there was anything left that she hadn't done. And just what it might be.
